CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "We always burn liars here" Creepypasta

Episode Date: October 28, 2023

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only modder. DROG blithe? Goar for. Find what you need to get on Amazon.com. Jackie was a werewolf. Pete was a vampire, though he kept referring to himself as a Dracula just to annoy me, and I was a witch. Though admittedly, the outfit was just a half-ass

modification from my initial idea of Girl Gandalfe, after my older brother, Kevin, set fire to my beard the week before. We were too old for trick-or-treating, and we knew it. But that was part of the point. After a five-year hiatus on free candy because Halloween was for babies, we'd come back around to the idea that so long as we leaned into it being a prank slash game slash social experiment, instead of just teenagers begging for candy that we could just drive to the store and buy. It was cool again.

The idea was this. We would drive up to every house, not hiding the fact that we were old enough to do so. Beat and I were seniors, and Jackie was home from a first year of college, and between his beard, her tit to my height, no one was mistaking any of us for children. That being said,

we had a rule that we had to dress up in legit costumes and couldn't act weird or assholy when we went up to get the candy. Just polite trick-or-treating, as to do anything else would affect the bet. Because this is where the game part came in. Before we got out of the car at each house,

we would each bet whether that house would give us candy or not. The odds were always in favour of yes. Most people might get irritated at older teenagers coming for candy, but so long as we were polite about it, it was hard for them to get past their default position of honouring hallowing customs. So, the scoring worked like this. If you bet a house would give us candy, you got one point.

If you bet that a house wouldn't give candy and you were wrong, you lost one point. But if you bet a house wouldn't give us candy and you were right, that was worth five points, so long as he didn't do anything overtly rude or whatever to make sure things went your way. tone a voice was okay. So were fake accents. But you couldn't say or do anything that was really impolite or highlighted her age beyond her obvious appearance and ability to drive up in the first place. No, thanks dude. Got to get back to the wife and kids now or any kind of thing. In other words, reasonable lying was fine, so long as it was done courteously. When we were on for the night, whoever had the most points got to divide up all the candy, and best of all,

they got to pick the first three things the other two ate. Didn't matter how gross or sketchy, they had to eat it if someone gave it to one of us during the night. Had to have high stakes after all. So far, Pete was somehow ahead. He was a good guesser. He always had been, and it was irritating. I was only two points behind, but it felt like we were running out of houses as we moved further and further out into the dark countryside.

That had been part of our plan. Go out to places that had lights on, but were more remote, as they were less likely to have many trigger treaters. They'd also be less likely to have candy at all. But most of the houses with decorations and lights on gave up something, even if it was. it was from their own private stash. Jackie was one point behind me, though I still thought her strategy for the evening was done. She was voting no candy on every house

based on the idea that five points, when she was right, would override the one-point losses the rest of the time. I tried to point out that we were only stopping at a house that looked like decent candidates to begin with, and that always voting the same wasn't really playing the game, but she wouldn't budge. And I hate to admit it, but her strategy hadn't totally sucked so far. And one no candy house would put her back in the lead.

That's why I complained when she started turning onto the driveway at the end of CR 13. She giggled as she completed the turn and gave me a grin. Her fur-covered face, green and sinister, in the meager light of the dashboard. board. It has jackalantons out the fence gate with burning candles in them. That counts his decorations and lights. Pete gave a groan. Damn, Winnie, she's right. Jackie had started down the driveway that was paved, but with thick hardwoods

on both sides, it obscured the way forward as the path curved to the right. Irritated, I shook my head. It's supposed to be decorations on the house, not a mile away at the road. This doesn't count. Jackie shrugged. Well, we'll see then. If the house is dark or has no decorations, then we'll turn around and leave. I'm not trying to cheat, but I'm not turning down a good prospect either.

Sighing, I slumped back in my seat. Fine, but I wouldn't be surprised if there's not even a house back. Oh my God. That last comment had been from Pete, and I didn't have to ask what he meant. We just rounded the last corner, and instead of more woods were just an empty, overgrown field, there was a large antebellum mansion with brick walls of dark grey and tall white columns that line the front like long teeth. We saw most of this from the sweeping light of Jackie's headlights, but they weren't the only things lighting up the night.

Behind the hulking shadow of the house, I could make out the shifting orange glow of a fire. And up on the porch, there were four more jackalantons to match the ones out on the road. Jackie turned and gave me a satisfied smile as she pointed first to the glow of the firelight behind the house. Light! And then the pumpkins on the porch.

and decorations. I sniffed. I mean technically, yeah, but does this place look like somewhere we want stuff from? It's dark and creepy. They probably have a bucket of razor blade candy in there. Pete laughed. It's Halloween. This is the kind of house we should be visiting.

And isn't the razor blade thing more of an urban legend? Jackie shook ahead. No, that happened to my cousin once. but it's okay because I confidently bet we will get no candy here. I rolled my eyes. What a shocker. Bold strategy there. She squinted at me.

If you're scared, just say you're scared. I floated my middle finger around in front of her, as I did a waving ghost voice. Screw you! Just don't come crying to me when I give you a poison candy bar covered in rat turts to eat. Snorting, Jackie turned off the car and got out.

Come on, sore losers. It's Jackie's time to shine. I bet no candy too. I couldn't see her face as we approached the house, but I could still hear Jackie smirking. Decided to back a winner, huh? Smart play. Won't help you in the end, but I respect you for acknowledging my awesomeness.

Ah, whatever. Pete, what's your bet? Hmm, candy. These people have to be loaded, right? If they're even... The porch light came on as we started up the steps. Home. And then under my breath,

Pete was already on the porch, grinning back down at us. Always bet on the Dracula. Turning, he walked over and rang on the ornate doorbell next to the equally intricately carved black door. Far away, we heard a small bell chime. This was a weird house.

Everything about this felt weird. Why couldn't they see that? I was about to suggest we just give up the game and declare Pete the winner when the door's lock clicked and it swung open. On the other side, a dead woman stood smiling at us. Pete must have been right, whoever these people were, they had to be kind of loaded,

because her costume was movie quality, not because it was over the top or really elaborate, but because it was so subtle. The blue dress she wore was faded and curled at the edges with what could have been age or rot, and her skin had a faint blue tinge that stood out in the porch's overhead light, but wasn't cartoonish or overdone. The only other sign that she wasn't just an attractive middle-aged soccer mom was a left ear.

A long, dull brown hair was artfully pulled over her ear on that side, revealing a gnawed stub instead of whole flesh. Damn, you look awesome. Beat was right, though it was hard to tell from his lingering gaze on her breasts

if he was talking more about a zombie outfit or her generally being kind of hot. Jackie apparently thought it was the latter as she nudged him in the ribs and stepped forward, holding out her open briefcase. Trick or treat, oh! I stifled a sudden nervous laugh. The briefcase thing.

Jackie had brought a briefcase instead of a normal trick-or-treat bag. At first, Pete and I hadn't understood why. But once I saw how she was betting, against candy every time, it made more sense. She thought using something that wasn't Halloween or immature would tilt the scales

towards annoying someone, so they wouldn't give us anything. I couldn't say for sure if it had worked, but at the two houses that had told us we were too old, they both looked at that damn thing. Still, it didn't seem to matter to this

lady. She just gave a soft laugh as she looked at each of us in turn. Well, well, I appreciate the compliment, and I accept the commencement of bargaining as well. Still chuckling, she took a step back. I have all manner of treats in the kitchen, and will brook no tricks on this holy night. All I ask is that you tell me what you are before you pass my door. She gestured back down the hallway to a kitchen, there was dancing with yellow, candlelight.

I shot Pete a concerned look. Ma'am, we don't normally go into people's houses. She nodded. I understand, but I just finished cooking, and I'm afraid I have too large a variety to bring out here. Shrugging, she started to close the door. But if you refuse the offered treats, we can close the back... Pete stepped forward. No, no, ma'am, we're happy to come in.

He glared at me. Forgive my friend. She's just the sore loser. The woman smiled widely at him as she moved the hair behind her other, perfect ear. So glad to hear it. Her face suddenly became more serious. Now, what are you? Pete hesitated a moment and then bared his plastic fangs.

To be fair, they are expensive and looked good. other than being a different shade than his actual teeth. I, madame, am a Dracula. I expected the woman to laugh or look angry. But instead, she just nodded. Very well, you may enter our home. Pete stepped in as she turned to look at Jackie. And what are you?

Jackie had lowered a briefcase again, and even through the tufts of fake brown hair glued to her cheeks and fore. head, I could tell she was worried too. Still, she wouldn't quit playing so long as one of us kept going either. So giving another small howl, she stepped closer to the door. I'm a werewolf, ma'am. Very well, you may enter our home. The woman looked at me.

And you? I started to speak, but something held me back. This woman wasn't right. I couldn't say what the problem was with her, and I didn't know enough to make the others leave. But there was a weight to everything the woman was saying and doing, as though this wasn't some kind of campy Halloween roleplay, but part of something real and serious.

And she was still staring expectantly at me. Heart hammering, I stepped forward. I am... I'm a girl dressed up as a witch. I was supposed to be female Gandalf, but my jerk brother burnt my beard. The woman stood me for several moments before smiling again. Very well, you may enter our home. Closing the door behind me, the woman led us back to the kitchen.

It was massive, eight burners set into a large wooden island, and a long table along one end filled with a variety of cookies. and candies and muffins and cakes, along with candied apples and pumpkin tarts and other dishes that I didn't recognize. Holy crap. I mean, dang, you've got quite the spread in here. The woman chuckled.

Thank you. We don't get many visitors out here and my boys are finicky diet, so I always wind up overdoing it. But it is Halloween after all. Please, take what you'd like. I felt a stab of panic and leaned into Jack's ear. None of this stuff is wrapped up.

You could have anything in it. You can't eat this stuff. Pulling back, she gave me a frown. How's that different to anything else? You think someone can't rewrap candy or inject something through a wrapper? And how often do you get to try fancy stuff like this? Pete leaned into the conversation. And don't think I didn't notice your whole...

I'm a girl dressed like a witch thing. You've lost. Give it up. Don't mess up the best meal I've had in like ever. You grinned at our host. So like, how much is okay for us to take? It all looks so good. She beamed at him.

As much as you want, of course. There are plates and bowls at the end, so feel for you to sample here. And I can make you bags to take with you as well. As I said, I have far too much. The woman frowned as Pete reached towards some kind of potato fritter piled on a platter near the table's edge. Oh no, that's not for you, though. Pete pulled his hand back and looked at her questioningly.

Oh, sorry. She waved her hand. Not at all. It's just that I prepared those with garlic, and I wouldn't want you to get sick. Pete stared at her blankly for a moment and then let out a loud, laugh. Oh, right, yeah, I guess I should have a selective diet. He picked up a small crystal glass containing what looked like dark layers topped with whipped cream. Is this okay for me, you think? The woman nodded. Yes, of course. Blood moose with a bit of caramelized baby

fat for texture. She picked one up and handed it to Jackie. This should be good for you as well, glancing between us, Jackie picked up a spoon. Sure, thanks. It looks delicious. The woman turned and patted my arm. All the food on the left side of the table is meat-free, my dear. I gave a slow nod. Well, I mean, I'm not a vegetarian, but the cookies and muffings look great. I pointed toward Pete as he was eating the first bite of his moose.

But those don't really have some kind of meeting. Pete spat a dark wad onto the floor as he began to wretch. Lady, what the hell is in that? When he looked up, he didn't look at her but me. His eyes watery and fearful. She frowned. Just as I've said, congealed blood. Quite the favourite of your kind.

He was hardly listening, hocking and spitting, as he tried to get the taste out of his mouth without trusting any of the various drinks on offer as a way to clean his palate. On his fourth spit, one of his fangs flew out and landed in the middle of a plate filled with bat sugar cookies.

What is that? The woman's tone was icy. Look at me, show me your mouth. Pete stared at her, slight jawed, his lone fang still dangling there. What's the one fang? the hell are you talking about? The woman's expression darkened as she turned to Jackie who would set her own moose back down.

And what about you, the treat not to your liking? Ma'am, this isn't funny. We're just going to go. Let go. A host that grabbed Jackie's arm, gripping it hard as she pulled her closer. You answer me now. Are you truly a werewolf? stepping forward I'd just shove her away from Jackie but she didn't budge or even look my way as she held my friend tight

Jackie was crying a little now as she shook her head Of course not It's a costume It's not even a good one And werewolves aren't real you crazy woman Let me go The woman did as she was asked

After a fashion Slinging Jackie in Pete's direction And sending them both careening into the nearby wall before tumbling to the floor. I moved to help them, but then the woman was in my path. And you? Are you a girl dressed as a witch? I could barely breathe as I squeaked my words out. Why, why are you doing this?

Answer me, now. Yes, yes, I'm just a girl dressed as a witch. She nodded, giving me a satisfied smile. Very well. You have maintained the covenant that your companions have broken. You may pick any treats you like from the banquet table. We just... ...want to go.

Go? They can't go. With broken covenant, and on a holy night no less, there will be no falsehood in this house or in my family's bargaining. Her eyes went to Jack and Pete, even as shadowy figures began to approach between the flickers of candlelight. One looked like a dragon, another a twisted skeleton, or the third was a roby mass thick with clawed tentacles. The woman looked at them lovingly before giving me a warm glance.

My boys! The glow behind the house had been a large autumn bonfire, stacked high with wood and mounds of coloured leaves that somehow never fully burned. More long timbers of wood lay to one side, and it was two of these that the monsters bound Pete and Jackie as they thrashed and screamed. I think I could have left before then, but I couldn't abandon my friends, even if the woman wouldn't let me intervene to save them. I did try once, but after that, a firm but gentle grip bore down in me heavily enough

that I knew there was little I could do but shake and cry and tell them I was sorry. This seemed to trouble the woman somewhat, and as a monstrous offspring finished lashing my friends down, she spoke to me again. I hope this doesn't seem cruel to you. My family passed through the Amago some time ago, but we are still old-fashioned. We keep to the ways of bargain and palaver, and we especially revere Halloween, as it's one of the few times the world drops some of its pretenses. I had no idea what she was talking about, but maybe if I talked to her, I could convince her to let us all go.

Pretenses? She nodded, that the world is safe, that monsters aren't real, and that the truth that laying the dark can't hurt you. Despite my plan to calm down, I could hear the angry panic in my voice. We were just wearing costume.

That's what Halloween is about. Why are you punishing us for it? She frowned. Not you. Just them. You are honest. And lying is certainly not what Halloween is about. That's just what fearful people have told themselves and taught their children.

Another lie. A lip curled, the gums around her teeth dark and withered in the bonfire's light. and we always burn liars here. I turned as I heard a fresh set of screams. The horrors of the bonfire had picked up the timbers Pete and Jackie were tied to effortlessly, swinging them up into the dark October sky, before pitching them down into the roaring heat of the flames. I let out one last scream,

letting my painful cry fill the void left by the fading of their dying breaths. I squeezed tight. I slumped to the ground, wanting darkness to take me, begging to wake up and realize this was all some terrible nightmare. I felt something shift, both in my head and the world around me. And when I opened my eyes, the night had turned a day. The remnants of the bonfire were still there, but no sign of any bones or bodies. and when I turned around, I saw the house was gone as well. Instead, it was just a large clearing, empty, except for the large pile of smouldering wood and,

next to me. A large jack-o'-lantern painted black and made of some kind of red-fired earth. Choking back a fresh sob, I reached over and pulled off the stem lid and looked down inside. It was halfway filled with candy corn and chocolates, and resting on top of the sweets was a small note on orange paper, pulling it out. I read what was written there. Don't forget your treats. Happy Halloween.