CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "We Broke Into an Abandoned House for a Party. I Know Why the Doors Has No Handles." Creepypasta

Episode Date: August 22, 2026

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The Maddox Place has been screened up since before Christmas. Every window and door on the ground floor was covered by the grey perforated stuff for council bolts on so squatters can't get in. From the road, it looked completely sealed. But it wasn't. Round the side, past the wheelie bins that hadn't been moved in a year, one screen had been worked loose at the bottom corner. You could lift it, go in feet first and pull it back. behind you. I followed Dombed through the gap

and fixed the screen before hitting record on my phone. The party was already going when we got there. 40, 50 kids, somebody speak around the kitchen counter, the base coming up through the floorboards because there was no carpet or furniture. People had brought torches

and those battery lanterns. Someone set up a couple of fairy lights gaffered tape to the banister, so the whole place had this low orange glow that didn't reach the corners. I filmed the maps on the wall and the ferry lights, got a clip of Dom holding court in the front room with a girl from the year above.

He clogged the camera and pulled a face before I cut it. I'd been shooting since we left mine, and the battery had drained. I always think I'll charge it, and then I'm out the door. I went up the stairs, past the ferry lights, looking for Liss and a power bank. After no sign of her, I found a backbedroom with a mattress somebody had dragged in.

There was an open window's worth of cold coming through the screen. I sat down to wait for this. I put my back against the wall. That's the last ordinary thing. Me on a mattress in the dark, with my phone low on charge, listening to a party I was at, but not in. I should say what I saw before that, because I've gone back to it.

On the way up, I leaned over the banister and filmed the front room one time. The crowd starting to thin. That point in the night where the party tips and people remember they've got to be somewhere. You can see it happen. They pair off, they drift to the door, they get walked out. There was a kid by the door with his coat already on, hood up, zipped to the chin, stood just inside the threshold like it was waiting on. someone. I didn't think anything of it. People wait on people. But I'd film the same door

an hour before when we first came in and I watched the clip back later when I was trying to work out when it started. Same kid, same coat, same spot. Hood up, zipped, just inside the door an hour apart like he hadn't moved at all. I woke up. because the cold had gotten into me. That deep cold that's been sitting on you a while. The music was gone. That's what was wrong before I'd even opened my eyes properly. Just the house ticking,

and somewhere far off, a car going past on the main road. I'd gone under on the mattress. My neck had a crick in it from the wall. My phone had slid off my leg onto the floor, and the screen was black. 11%. I never charged it. I just slept.

11% and the screen so dim I had to cut my hand around it. I put the torch on. That was probably the first mistake, though I didn't know it at the time. The light jumped out and the room came up around me. Empty, my breath going up grey through the beam. I was alone.

The party had ended without me. They'd gone and nobody had counted me. I texted Dom. Bro, did you leave me? I'm still in the house. The tick went grey, sent, but not delivered. I got up. My legs were stiff and the cold made my hands clumsy.

I went out onto the landing with a torch held low. Somebody had unplugged them or the battery pack had died. Down the stairwell, the dark was total. The streetlight outside threw thin grey lines through the perforations and the screens, little grids of it lying across the floor and everything between the grids was black. I went down, slow, one hand on the wall. The plaster, damp and gritty under my palm. The front room where domen held courts was empty.

Cans on the floor, somebody's jacket, the spruce. speaker gone. The one we'd all coming through, round past the kitchen. It was pulled, closed. Of course it was. Last one out fixes the screen so nobody clocks it. They'd done the drill, tidied it up behind themselves and gone. I got my fingers in the gap and pulled. The screen had been wedged, pushed flush and jammed at the bottom. Something had been kicked under it from outside from what I could tell. It gave a quarter inch and stopped. I could see the streetlight bright as anything down the edge of it. I had the phone in my teeth, both hands on the steel, and I was so far into it that I didn't look at the room until I heard something shift its weight.

I wasn't alone. There were people by the door, the dead steel front door with no handle, four stood close together facing it, coats on, hoods up, and the wave of relief that went through me was so big it made me laugh, one stupid breath of a laugh, because they were stuck too. They'd been sealed in, same as me. We'd sorted out. There were five of us now, and five was a different thing to one. Hey, I said, hey, the side switched, is the front...

They didn't turn. I had the torch beam right on them, and not one of them turned around. A light hits the back of your head in a dark room, and you turn. They stood facing the door they could not open, coats on like they were leaving, like they'd been about to leave, and they did not move. The nearest one's hood had fallen back a little at the neck, and the skin was... I pointed it at a little. the floor. I don't fully

know why. Some part of me decided I shouldn't see it before the rest of me caught up. And for once, I listened to it. I went back up the hall, past the front room, up the stairs two at a time with a torch swinging.

I got to the landing and stopped with my heart going, making myself think. The way out was sealed that I could have dealt with. But there were people standing. ominously and they weren't leaving. That I couldn't deal with.

Rather than rush into a bad situation, I made myself think there had to be another way out. A house this size covered up on the ground floor, but on the upper floor the cold had been pouring in, which meant a gap. The back bedroom, the window I had had my back to all night. but I was hesitant. I didn't go straight there.

Instead, I stood on the landing a long time with a torch on the floor, listening to whether anything was coming up the stairs, hoping they'd clear to another room so I could escape. Jumping out and upper floor window carried risks, which ate away at the fear growing in my head. But they didn't move an inch, just stayed where they were, down at the door. That was the only thing I understood.

about them, but they didn't leave their spot. I checked the phone. 9%. The torch ate it alive. I turned the torch off, and the dark came down like a bag over my head, and I turned it straight back on, and that cost me too, the screen flaring while it woke. I couldn't have it on, I couldn't have it off. I cupped it against my chest and lit out as little light as I could, then went down

the landing to the back bedroom. The screen there was loose. I'd felt it. The cold coming round three sides of it where it should have been bolted flat. Up here, there was nothing to wedge it. Nobody had thought the upper floors needed doing properly. I got my fingers under the bottom edge,

pulled, and it came towards me a hands width, grinding, the bolts loose and old brick. Two floors up, but still a way out, onto the flat roof of the kitchen extension by the look of the drop, and off onto the yard. I nearly went then, straight out, no thinking. What stopped me was the drop in the dark, and the low battery that would threaten to fail if something bad were to happen.

On top of that, one clear thought cutting through all of it. Dom's round the corner, Don waits for nobody, but if I get him on the phone, he'll come and stand under the window. I wouldn't be doing the drop lined into a yard I can't see. I held the phone up to the gap in the screen. One bar, gone, one bar. The signal lived in that 12 inches of outside air, nowhere else in the house. I stood with my arm out in the cold and rang him.

God, it went through. and that ringing was the best sound I ever heard, that ordinary stupid sound coming out from the dark house. He picked up. Cal, where are you, man? We're... Wind on his end, voices. We're down the road.

We went the chippy. Are you not... I'm in the house, dumb. I'm still in the house. I fell asleep upstairs and they shut the screen. I can't get out the front. You're still in there? A laugh.

Half a little. laugh, the start of one. Then not. Wait, you're serious? Come back, come stand around the back, the kitchen side, there's a window up here, I can get out, but I need you under it. Two minutes, please. You sure? I can open that...

And the phone died. 8% and then a black mirror in my hand. I shook it like that's ever worked, held the button. Nothing. The dark stood in the room with me, and I couldn't even see the screen I was begging. But he was coming. I had that. The window was open at hands width. All I had to do was way by the gap where the cold was, and wait for Dom in the yard. I should have left it there. The easy thing was to wait, pull the screen, drop blind, trust the dark. I couldn't do it. I couldn't do it. I stood at the gap with my arm in the cold and looked down at nothing.

Black, with a streetlight not reaching it. Two floors onto something I couldn't see. I'd land wrong, on a wall, on the bins, or on my neck. And with how the call ended, there was a chance Don would just go to the normal entrance. It would be intuitive to him. I never managed to convey the danger I was avoiding. But was it actually dangerous? It's something I assumed, but never truly knew.

There was a chance I could just get past them and work the entrance off until I could get out. The side breach was ground level. It only needed the wedge clearing, and Dom was on his way. If I got down there and got my hands on it from the inside, he'd clear things from the outside. Two of us could pop it. I'd step out onto concrete I could see. I'd have to go down past the front hall to do it, past them. They didn't move.

That was the one thing I knew. I'd been right above them for 20 minutes and nothing had come up the stairs. I could go down the far side of the hall, hug the wall, reach the kitchen passage and the breach, and never come within arm's length of the door. So, I went down. The stairs in the dark, one hand on the wall, streetlight laying its grids across the treads, the cold thick enough to chew. I came off the bottom step into the hall, and there they were, to my left at the front door,

a clot of dark silhouettes, coats and hoods, four or five of them facing the steel. I went right, along the wall, palms flat on the dead. damp plaster, sliding, eyes on them the whole way. They didn't move. I started to believe I'd make it. The breach was slow in the kitchen passage where the screen met the brick. I got down to it, fingers under the bottom edge with a wedge held it. I pulled, still jammed hard from outside.

I put my back into it. It gave a grinding half inch. Then there were footsteps in the yard, quick ones. Cal? Through the steel, inches away. You by the side? Here, I'm here. It's wedged.

There's something kicked under it. Can you? Behind me in the hall. One of them turned around. I don't know how I knew. A change in the dark or a shift in the weight of the room. I looked back over my shoulder. The clot of the door had come apart.

They were facing me now. Every hood turned my way, and the nearest one took a step. They could move. They didn't until something tried to leave past them. I think that's what it was. A live thing going out the door is one thing that wakes them, because it's the thing they can't finish. They came across the hall towards me, and they were not slow.

"'Dom?' my voice came out wrong. "'Dum, the front, you have to—' "'Nothing he could do. "'No handle on the steel. "'Most of all. "'No time. "'I let go of the breach and I ran. "'I couldn't head back up.

"'They were between me and the stairs. "'I went the only way that was clear, "'back through the kitchen, into the dead end of it. "'That mistake nearly finished me. They filled the doorway behind me, the smell of them, the smell of the damp on the walls. It was like the lingering scent of the house, like they've been made of it. A hand closed on my sleeve. The cold of it came through the fabric.

It pulled me sideways, towards the others and the permanent exit they were stuck in. The hood came round close to my face, and I made myself look. It was Liss. The one I'd gone up to find who I thought had taken a power bank and gone home hours ago. She hadn't gone home. She'd been down here the whole time.

Her face was an inch from mine. She was trying to say something. Her mouth kept starting the same word. It never got to the end of it. She wasn't holding me there. That's the part I can't shake. She was taking me. with her. Her hand pulled me toward the door like she'd found the thing that would finally

let her finish stepping through it. And the thing was me. I tore loose, left half of my sleeve still in her hand. I leapt over the counter, the one the speaker had stood on. I hit the floor on the far side. They were still turning, all of them, slow to come round. I took the stairs my hands and feet like an animal. They came out. after me. I went straight to the back bedroom, the window. There was no weighing the drop now. The drop was just the way out now. If I hesitated to think about it, I'd talk myself out of it like before. I didn't clear the screen, no time to work it loose. I went at its shoulder first, like how you go through a door you thought was open. The bolts are old and the brick was wet.

It tore out from the wall with me, the whole sheet of it, and we went out into the cold together. Me and the steel, into the black I'd been so afraid of. The kitchen roof came up fast, much faster than I'd anticipated. I hit it on my side, and all the air went out of me at once. A screen clattered off into the yard. I rolled. There was the edge, but it wasn't long enough. I came off the extension into the yard and the ground hit me like a car.

Pain in my ribs, pain in my arm with a steel that opened it, a long wet line I'd find later. I couldn't breathe. I lay in the dead grass and the broken glass. I looked up at the window. Two floors up, a dark square, a hooded figure in it looking down, but not coming. just stood at the threshold the way they stood at all of them, at the edge of leaving, unable to come the last of the way. Liss, all the shape that had her coat on. Hands got me under the arms, Dom's voice, high and scared, no laugh left in it.

Cal, Jesus, get up, get up! He dragged me across the yard towards the gate. I was trying to say a name. Nothing came, but the cold. Dom got me out the gate, and we didn't stop until we hit the main road. Him, half carrying me, me leaving a wet trail of my own arm down the pavement. He kept saying my name. The ambulance came after Dom rang it.

We were far enough away from the building to not draw attention to it. Eleven stitches in the forearm where the screen opened me, two cracked ribs and a night under observation. I told them I'd been climbing in a derelict and fallen, which was true. I didn't mention the hand of my sleeve, the cold of it, of Liss. Not mentioning Liss is the part I have to live with. Because what was I going to say?

I was in the kitchen, she had a coat on, and she pulled me towards the door, that her eyes didn't catch the light. they'd have me in a different ward and under all of that the real reason the one I can actually stand to look at if I said she was in there

someone were going together someone would go through the door so when a mom put the post up that photo list laughing at someone off camera missing since Saturday I shared it like everyone else I commented the same as everyone

I'm sure she'll turn up, praying, here if you need anything. Here's the part I can't make sit right. Nobody else remembers her there. I've read every comment. Dozens of kids were in that house, and not one of them puts the list inside it. Wasn't she meant to come and bailed last minute? Someone wrote, and four people liked it. And that became the shape of it.

She didn't make it to the party. She's missing from somewhere else, some walk home that has nothing to do with us. I'm the only one holding knowledge of last seeing her, but I can't put it down and I can't hand it over. I went back once, daytime. I stood across the road and made myself look at it. Still screened, steel on every window. The side one back in place like it had never moved.

The door with no handle. The back bedroom screen, they'd bolted a fresh sheet over the gap, tied it up. The demolition notice in the front garden had a new date on it, pushed to the spring. Funding probably. These things always slip. There will be another one. Someone will work the side screen loose because someone always does, and a crowd will pour in out the cold, and most of them will pour back out.

and the house will keep the ones who are still inside when the last screen goes back over