CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - Welcome to the Hunted Club Creepypasta

Episode Date: July 23, 2021

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I stayed at a hunted house a few years ago. And no, I didn't misspeak. It's the only name I felt was fitting for it. A genuine haunted house would have been a vacation compared to the nightmare I lived through. A few doors creaking in the night, some apparitions standing over me, even a crying little girl in the wind

were nothing compared to the depravity of living human beings. Even a crying little girl in the wind were nothing compared to the depravity of living human beings. It all started when I planned a simple getaway with some buddies of mine. We were the typical group of teenage idiots. It was five of us. My buddy Darrell, his girl, Allison, my best friend Kevin, and my crush, Mary Beth. We all decided to go on one final trip before everyone went off to start their lives.

Daryl and Allison were both going to New York for college. Kevin was shipping out to boot camp, and Marybeth was planning to travel Europe for a while to do some backpacking with some of her girlfriends. Her parents had that kind of money, so she was taking a holiday year to herself, I guess. I hate to admit it, but I was jealous of them all. Me, well, I was the loser without plans. I had a job at a convenience store and was going to live in my parents' basement. To be honest, I was just. treading the end of summer.

I was going to be all alone in our little neighbourhood for the first time since I moved there, five carefree years of hanging out with my friends almost every goddamn night, and then poof, I'm alone. So, in order to stave off the finality of the summer, I pitched one last hurrah for our friend group, a weekend away in an isolated cabin

where we could get drunk, smoke up, play Mario Kart, and lounge at a pool. I spent weeks looking around on the typical sites for a place that met our criteria. Everything was so goddamn expensive. Until I found it. The cabin that was too good to be true. It checked off every box and some, and at half the cost of the rest. It started like any other trip.

Everyone piled into Kevin's Jeep. Since I'm skinnier than Kevin and Darrell, I got the fun spot sandwiched between Alice and. and Mary Beth. Both of them were incredibly attractive, but Kevin's Jeep is open, and it was 97 degrees that day. As much as a guy might say, they'd love to be sandwiched between two hot chicks, this was not my idea of a good time. We all pretty much sweat her asses off on the ride there. Three hours in total, with one stop in between. But the fun part of not driving was getting to enjoy some road drinks. Mary Beth bought us all some of those custom metal cups with our names engraved on

them. She was always sweet like that, showing up at big events with gifts or special homemade cakes. I guess that's why I always found myself so enamoured with her. She just had a genuine kindness to her that most girls my age didn't have. I could never work up the courage to tell her how I felt, and to be honest, I had no intentions to on this trip. I knew how the story went. Even if I spill my guts to her and confessed all my feelings, the best case was, We'd have two to three weeks before she went off to venture across Europe and forget all about me. I didn't want to put either of us through that awkward long-distance situation. So, that sleeping dog's lie was always what I told to myself.

I was a damn idiot. I squandered a chance. I'll never get back. After a few hours, our GPS feared us onto a backroad that stretched deep into the woods. Daryl decided to be cute and hummed the banjo song for the deliverance movie. Allison yelled at him to shut up, half-joking but half-serious. Just saying, backwards and black people don't usually mix, babe. He half-heartedly laughed.

Everyone else in the car giggled at his joke, but the scowl on her face told us that Allison did not find it funny. Not that she took offense to Dower's joke. She just started the trip with an axe to grind. She was already mad, Dara wouldn't sit in the back seat with her. So, adding the alcohol, the heat, and a long drive, and we're the perfect recipe for some drama. It was no worry, though.

Those two had one of the most toxic teenage relationships you could think of. They probably broke up monthly, but they always wound up making out on the couch by the end of any night they were together. It was exhausting, but we were all used to it. Don't worry, bud, you got me, Kevin said, slapping dow on the back. What a true statement that was. Kevin was a beast of a man, star linebacker of the football team and a two-time wrestling state champion. No one messed around with him at school.

He was a great friend to have. Mr. Popula, as I called him. We just happened to be seated next to each other in freshman algebra. High school got a lot easier for me once I became friends with Kevin. I didn't have any friends before Kevin, and I was struggling with a typical teenage angst and depression. We bonded over a mutual love. of retro games. I couldn't tell you how many nights who wasted getting high, playing golden eye on the N64. Good times. Kevin had 3D1 scholarship offers, but turned them all down to join

the Marines and follow in his dad's footsteps. His mom was mad, but ultimately, Kevin turned 18 four months ago and there was nothing she could do to stop him. And me, I joked, slapping Daryl's back. Yeah, like my six-foot, one-70-pound skinny ass was going to do anything. We pulled into the massive cabin as Mary Beth squealed at the excitement. Oh, my God, she said, enamored by the size of the place. Jesus Christ, you sure this is the right place? Kevin said. Yeah, that's the address, I told them all, proud of my find. Oh, damn, man, good job, Dowell said. Yeah, awesome job Jake, Alison chimed in.

I admit, I was enjoying the shower of compliments. Once we got inside, it only got better. The place was a monstrous cabin loaded with amenities, a full-sized pool, pool tables, foosball tables, shuffleboard, a 90-inch flat screen, and a fully stocked kitchen. This was a luxury stay, and we could not have been more excited. We immediately poured up shots of. Pinnigle whipped as Kevin toasted to me for finding the place.

It burned from my throat all the way down to my toes. But that's the stuff you drink when you're a kid, I suppose. There wasn't much else to talk about that first day. We drank, smoked, ate, played foosball, swam some laps in the pool. Hell, even Dowler and Allison barely fought. It was a good time. The last good time I ever had with all of them. It all went wrong, around two in the morning.

Kevin, Darrell and Alison had all passed out. It was just Marybeth and I on the couch playing Mario Kart. She was boasting about crushing me, making fun of me. She was being very touchy, which wasn't always abnormal for her, but it was more aggressive this time, like she was sending me a message. She tried to knock the controller out of my hands, and it turned into a playful wrestling match where she wound up on top of me. From there, it escalated into a kiss.

Of course I was loving it, but I was confused. Where's all this coming from? I said, laughing between. Are you really this oblivious? Mary Beth said, looking at me. Do I really need to spell it out for you? Spell what out? I asked. Remember, I was an idiot. Dude, I've been in love with you for years, she said, nervous to hear my response. I didn't know you felt that.

way, I said back. Should I have kept my mouth shut? She said, starting to feel embarrassed. No, no, this is great. I felt the same way. I guess I just didn't want to ruin our dynamic. I nervously stood back. Mary Beth leaned back in for another kiss.

When the hissing noise started. I obviously wanted to ignore it, but it was growing louder and louder. What's that sound? I asked, Jenny pushing her back off me for a second. I'd second. I don't know. That's when she passed out on top of me.

I looked up to see a cloud of white gas filling the room. I tried to get up and move, but the gas already started working. My vision was fading. The last thing I remembered was three lumbering, masked men, standing over me and Mary Beth. I don't know how long we're out, but I was aggressively shaken awake by Kevin. My face was cold and my body hurt.

I realized I was laying on a cold concrete floor. Jake, Jake, get there, look, man. I sat up, still groggy from the knockout gas. Where are we? I looked around and saw everyone standing around in this damp little concrete room. Allison was sobbing into her palms while Darrell was comforting her.

Marybeth was quiet and stokely looking around the room, trying to piece together what was happening. We've got to get the hell out of here, Kevin said, pointing to the only door in the room. Guys, Marybeth was pointing up. Her hand was trembling as the realization that someone was watching us settled in. There's a camera in here. Hey, screw you! I remember Kevin screaming at the top of his lungs.

Like whoever was on the other room. end would have cared anyway. It was about this moment that the door unlatched and slowly swung open. We all braced, waiting to come face to face with our captors. And then, nothing, nothing but unending darkness in front of us. Should we go? Allison stammered. Screw this man. Kevin, in a moment of bravery or stupidity, charged at the door. It was probably a combination of both. We saw him trip, heard a deafening bang, and then stood there in utter shock as the warmth of Kevin's blood and brain matter splattered across our faces. The lights outside the room finally cut in, and one by one, we all came to the horrific realization

of what just happened. Kevin, my best friend, triggered some kind of tripwire in his testosterone-laden bulrush. Blood, brains. and strapped all of his skull, blanketed every inch of the walls around him. Allison let out an air-piercing scream, louder than the goddamn blast that just went off. What the hell just happened? Dow was screamed, still wiping some of Kevin off his face.

It was rigged. The damn door was rigged, Mary Beth said, pointing up. As the shock of what just happened wore off. We saw it. A goddamn shotgun was rigged above the door. Kevin ran through the tree. wire setting it off. I just remember mumbling,

Jesus, over and over again, as I stared at Kevin's neck stump. Blood still poured from his body into a pool on the concrete floor in front of us. We could even see him still twitching. I remember wondering if his parents would want to bury him, given the circumstances.

When you're in a situation like this, you tend to think of the weirdest things. Darrell finally shouted something that pulled me out of my trance. Guys, pockets, check your pockets, I got a note of mine. Salvation is not found at the entrance. Heretics who do not heed our words will burn, he said, reading aloud. What does that even mean?

Mary Beth trimed in next. Damn, what, I recall shouting back. It says tread lightly as the door's open. Now is not the time to lose your head. Allison was still in shock. It was clear to the rest of us that she was starting to lose it. Darrell shouted at her and told her to give her the paper. Be not afraid of heights.

You have one hour. Those who jump into the abyss may survive this yet. Mary Beth turned to me, asking me to read mine out loud. Mine was different from everyone else's, and I debated whether or not to make something up. Keep your wits about you. Doorways are dangerous. I don't know why I did it.

I lied to my best friends in that moment. But what else could I have done? It was about survival at that point, and mine note had instructions. Not following them may have led to more death. After all, we were being watched. I didn't want to break the rules of whoever our demented tormentors were. Check Kevin's pockets, I shouted, getting the attention off of me. Damn, good idea, Darrell said.

Ah, blood grosses me out, man. He groaned in a manner that implied he wanted someone else to do it. I'll do it, you pussy, Marybeth shouted. I'd never heard a talk like that before. It was jarring. You could tell Dawa was shocked too. She walked over to Kevin's body, doing her best to avoid looking at the stump where his head once was. She shoved her hand down his pockets, groaning as his blood coated her hands.

Finally, after a few seconds of digging, She pulled a blood-soaked note out. I can't make much out. The key, kitchen, tea, pie? What the hell are we supposed to do with that? Daryl shouted. I don't know. Just be more careful in the kitchen,

Mary Beth confidently stated, wiping Kevin's blood off her hands. We have to keep moving. Are you crazy? Allison chimed in. You saw what happened to Kevin. I'm not leaving this room. "'Babe, you heard the note, we have one hour, less now.

"'We have to move. "'Who knows what these guys will do to us?' Darrell attempted the reason with her. "'After a few more minutes of arguing, Mary Beth threw her hands up in frustration. "'You guys can stay here, but I'm getting the hell out of this place.' She began walking away from us, carefully stepping over the tripwire that did Kevin in.

I quickly followed behind her, knowing she was right. Darrell finally got Allison up in that moment and followed closely behind me. It was clear we were in the basement of the cabin, having done her self-guided tour earlier in the day. But everything was different now. All the furniture was removed and the walls were covered in blue tarp and barbed wire. The hallway led to an old, creaky staircase leading to the main floor. Mary Beth stood at the bottom of the darkened pathway. The light that was over the stairs was deliberately removed.

I remember grabbing her arm, telling her she needed to wait. The creaky wooden steps were probably rigged, and I wasn't about to watch a die like Kevin. Let me go, I chined in, trying to be brave. I took a deep breath and began slowly climbing the stairs with my back against the wall. I urged everyone to do the same. Each creak of the old wooden steps was agonizing as I praised for something horrible to happen

But nothing did I kept moving higher and higher Struggling to hear myself think over my laboured breathing I was near the top of the steps When I heard the definitive sound Of the wood snapping Dow shouted at the top of his lungs And hunched over trying to pull his legs

Allison stood behind him Desperately trying to help I felt something sweet behind me. Mary Beth and I were lucky enough to be up the steps far enough that we were out to the strike zone. It swung over Darrell, who was still hunched over trying to free his leg. Allison wasn't so lucky. It was a heavy metal object fastened to the end of a chain, decorated with razor-sharp protrusions. It smacked a face with a sickening crunch. It must have impaled her, because it knocked

her off her feet. But she still hung there. trying to claw at the object to no avail as the life slowly faded from her and her arms dropped her sides. Blood poured down onto the floor as Allison's lifeless body hung there at the bottom steps. No, no, no, no!

I'll never forget Daryl's guitarist screams as he watched the limp body sway back and forth. Daryl must have triggered another trap. I'm guessing since Mary Beth and I were lighter and were able to pass over it. He ripped his leg out of the split wood And ran down the steps to Allison Desperate to help her

It was already too late She was gone in a matter of seconds Her face was practically caved in And the spikes went clean through her skull Daryl lost it at that moment He stormed up the steps Eager to fight whatever psycho Put us in this mess

He bashed through the tour with no regards of his safety Are you damn ready Let's go, let's get the hell out Marybeth and I followed through, relieved another trap wasn't rigged in this doorway. We tried to calm Daryl down, but he wouldn't have it. That's when I noticed the front door was wide open. Daryl noticed at the same time and made a break for it. No, Daryl!

Marybeth screamed, remembering the vague warning about the entrance not being salvation, but it was too late. He was already through it before we could blink. We ran up to the door, hoping to coax him back inside. For a brief moment, it looked like Darrell was going to make it to the road. That's when Mary Beth saw the man in the gas mask step out from behind a tree. He was carrying a World War II-era flamethrower. Who the hell can even find one of those goddamn things?

He sprayed Darrell with it, setting him ablaze. I still hear screams in my dreams. Three more men in the same get-up stepped out and added to the flames. The sickening smell of charred flesh is forever burned into my memories. It probably took a few minutes for Daryl to stop moving, but it felt like hours. The three men turned towards the entrance and simply stood there. It was clear they were all but daring us to try and make a run for it. I backed away from the door and pulled Marybeth with me.

The kitchen, she muttered. Kitchen? I asked confused. Kevin's note. said something about a key in the kitchen. I closed the door to the house because I could not stand the thought of those guys watching us, waiting for us to run. Our way out is on the third floor, I muttered out of breath.

Maybe the key would let us out. There was no way to know for sure. Who the hell knows what other traps were rigged to rip us the shreds? We walked into the kitchen, and right there on the table was a pie, just sitting out. It was obvious that it was placed there deliberately. It seemed simple enough.

Too simple. Oh God, Marybeth said, right before she threw up on the floor. I walked over to the pie on the table as I realised what it was. Entrails, eyeballs, human hair, all lumped into one disgusting pie tray. Oh God, we have to dig through that. I was exasperated by this point What the hell else could these lunatics throw at us? I knew I had to get it done

if I ever wanted to see another sunrise So I took a deep breath And plunge my hand into the gooey pile of human remains Oh God, it sounds like mac and cheese I said as my hand sloshed around the end trails I could feel it all sliding through my fingers As I used every inch of my willpower to hold my vomit down I felt something solid brush against my finger and honed in on it.

Oh, thank God, I said, as I yanked a standard house key out of the pile of guts. I shook the gunk off my hand and took two steps before I finally gave me into my stomach's desires and hurled onto the floor. You hold on... You hold on to that, Marybeth told me, not eager to grab onto the key. Let's go. We made a way up to the second set of stairs, leading to the house's third. floor. Once again, we crept up every step, snuck around every corner and carefully tiptoe through every doorway, until we finally found it. The master bedroom, with a bright red,

freedom painted above the room's only padlocked window. I pulled the key out, release the padlock and pulled the locking contraption off the window. Marybeth had to help me, but we slowly slid the window up, making sure not to trigger any more traps. We peaked our heads out and looked down. It was pitch black. The note said jump into the abyss, she recalled. I'll go first, I volunteered. It wasn't an act of bravery, more an act of self-preservation.

But she saw it as brave. I slid through the window feet first and closed my eyes. It was now or never. I let go. hoping for the best. I felt the cool night breeze whip against my face. I braced for a hard thought of the ground. But instead, I hit something soft.

It was one of those inflatable bounce mats the firefighters used to catch people in burning buildings. I called up to Marybeth and told her to jump. She was right behind me, hitting it hard enough to send me bouncing back into the air and onto the grass. She quickly helped me to my feet, and we looked into the forest.

We have to run. She could barely get a word out Before four mass men ambushed us They grabbed us both and forced us to our knees Another one of the sickos started clapping Cackling behind his mask Well, well, well He said, muffled behind his creepy necks and mask

What a show Screw you, Marybeth screamed You shouldn't be mad at me, Marybeth You've been played the man said, gesturing to me. What the hell is he talking about? Marybeth exclaimed. I'm sorry, Marybeth. I'm so sorry, I cried. The game had rules, and Jake here played it perfectly.

Go on, tell Marybeth what you withheld from everyone. Jake, what is he talking about? Marybeth said, with desperation behind a wavering voice. I... I lied about my note. I said, ashamed to look at her. What do you mean? She said, almost ready to cry. I'm sorry, Mary Beth. I was crying at this point.

It said first someone to escape. It gets to go home. You coward! She screamed. And she was right. It was cowardice. I sacrificed her to save myself. Oh man, I always love when we do this one.

It's such a fun social experiment. The masked man shouted. Jake, you're free to go. Marybeth, sorry about your luck, kid. Just leave, Marybeth screamed. I hope enjoy your stupid life, knowing what you did to me, you piece of. I couldn't look in the eyes anymore at this point. The shame of what I did was too much.

Oh, you guys are going to make me cry. Knock them out, he barked to his men. The last thing I remember is the feel of a sharp needle in my mind. my neck. I woke up in a hospital bed a few hours later. I sat up thinking I hallucinated the whole thing that was until I saw the note sitting on the table next to my bed. It was written on the same paper that we had in our pockets at the beginning of the night. If you value your life and the life of your family, you tell no one about a fun little weekend, smiley face, signed the Hunters Club.

My mom and dad burst through the door shortly after, blubbering about a car crash and how all our friend's bodies were recovered except Mary Beth's. The story that was sold to them was Kevin veered off a bridge into a river. The car caught fire, charing all the bodies. Marybeth and I rejected from the car into the river.

I watched the shore, and she was never found. They were grateful I survived such a horrific accident, and they never stopped to think about the absurdity. of the cover story. I haven't so much as muttered a word about that night in years. The therapist my mom made me see diagnosed me with a combination of PTSD

and survivor's guilt. But, I know the truth. I couldn't speak of that night for all our sakes. So I thought. I received a letter last night that sent a chill at my spine written on the same,

damn paper. It was one line. and I knew exactly who it was from. Welcome to the Hunter Club. I'm coming for you, signed M.B. I'm sure my days are numbered. I thought I won the game that night, but I guess it never ended.

I don't know what happened to Marybeth or what they did to her, but it's clear she blames me. She's coming for me, and I doubt I can stop her. So, why am I telling you this? knowing they'll get me for going public. If I'm going to die, I might as well do something good. This is my warning to you all. Be careful booking vacation homes. If it seems too good to be true, it might be. The last thing you want is to unwittingly find yourself in a hunted house. It's a game. You will never escape.