CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "Why I removed all the doors from my house" Creepypasta

Starting point is 00:00:01 My grandmother used to say her house was haunted. They're on the other side of the doors. If you listen closely, you can hear them, she'd say. Her words weren't those of an afraid woman. They won't filled with sadness nor despair, but rather joy. She'd tell me stories about the ghosts that stayed behind her in the house, and as she did, her eyes were always filled with longing and love. So, they're not bad ghosts?

Starting point is 00:00:30 I would ask, too young to understand the complexities of good and evil. Of course not, sweetheart. They would never hurt you. I truly loved my grandma, but I didn't visit her often. My mother wouldn't let me. To her, the house had an uneasy atmosphere, one full of malice, as if an unknown and frightening entity loomed over the place. It didn't help that we lived several hours away,

Starting point is 00:00:58 making it difficult for grandma to visit us, with her advancing age and declining health. It made me sad that she lived all alone in such a big, old house, but she didn't seem to mind it. I'm not alone, she would say. I love kept us together, even after he passed. I knew she was talking about my grandpa, her late husband. However, she mentioned several figures that kept her company.

Starting point is 00:01:28 people, I assumed, were her own parents, and even some who could have been siblings. Back in her day, people remained at home to die, spending their last moments with loved ones, comfortable at home in their own beds. Because of that, a multitude of different people had drawn their last breaths in a very own house. As time went by, my memories of the old house started to fade. I was too busy growing up, and my mother didn't care to visit her child at home. At the ripe old age of 95, my grandma passed away, peacefully at home, with a smile still lingering on her face. Her last Willing Testament arrived a couple of weeks later.

Starting point is 00:02:12 By that time, I hadn't seen her in years, and the sight of the papers made me feel a bit guilty. There wasn't much of a personal message left behind, but it was stated that my mother would inherit all of her belongings, everything save of the house. which was left to me. Seeing as I was just in the process of getting married to my very pregnant fiancé, it would be the perfect gift to start a newlywed life. We moved in about a month later, after spending what little money we had left refurbishing the place. Unlike the warm, yet mystical feeling the house had held when I was a child,

Starting point is 00:02:51 it felt cold, eerie as an adult. Even with new furniture and fixed frames, the house was still loud. with creaks and strange whispers behind each closed door. My fiancé, soon to be wife, Alice, also noticed the strange fog of weirdness looming over the house, and my mother was still hesitant to visit. But when all things were said and done, my grandma had led a full and happy life in that house, and no harm had ever come to her, so we were eager to start our life together.

Starting point is 00:03:25 It truly turned out to be an idyllic place, perfect to raise a child, with lush green fields and vast forests surrounding the neighbourhood. We spent the next decade there, gifted with two children, a young boy named Alex and a little girl named Amanda. From the very beginning, it looked like we were in the makings of a happily ever after. Alas, it wasn't meant to be. On the 3rd of September, 2017, my entire family was killed in a burglary gone horribly wrong. I don't remember much from the night itself, just that I woke up to strange sounds and a shattering window.

Starting point is 00:04:07 I wasn't a particularly brave man, but if my family was put at risk, I'd do anything I could to defend them. I grabbed the baseball bat, I was planning to gift Alex for his 10th birthday, and went to investigate in the dark. Before I could even turn the corner, I felt a sharp pain through my chest. as one of the intruders lodged a knife in between my ribs. I fell to the ground, unable to breathe, and unable to move my legs. I tried to call out for my wife, to warn her about the approaching men, to give her a chance to get the kids and run, but my lungs had filled it with blood,

Starting point is 00:04:44 and I couldn't get a single, coherent word out. There I lay, dying helplessly on the floor, as my wife tried to fight off the two men that had entered her house. She screamed as they stabbed her, quickly going from panic to a gargle to silence. Then, everything went black. I guess they didn't bother double-checking, or maybe the pool of blood I'd produced around me made me look dead. But, despite their best efforts at exterminating my family,

Starting point is 00:05:16 I had somehow survived. I awoke as the ambulance rushed me to the hospital, and I cried for my family as they prayed me for surgery. I didn't know they'd all been killed yet. I still had hope. But that tiny amount of belief that my wife and children had survived was quickly extinguished. According to the police, the intruders were junkies looking for anything they could sell. During the breaking, they'd been doped out of their minds and attacked anyone in their vicinity.

Starting point is 00:05:47 Even as the police chased them down, they fought back, which ultimately resulted in them both getting shot dead. No closure, no coherent reason for their breaking, why they chose our house rather than the neighbour's vacant home, I was left with no good explanation, no justice. As for myself, the stab wound had been deep, so much so that the knife partially damaged my spine, enough to leave me with limited use of my legs and left arm. It would take months of rehabilitation

Starting point is 00:06:19 before I could even go back home to an empty house. Naturally, my mother wanted me to stay with her until I could come to terms with what had happened. She had gotten old, but she still wanted to take care of me, help me through the trying times. She meant well, but in a morbidly depressing way. Staying at that house was the last connection I had to my deceased family. It was a place of love, filled with memoirs of a life brutally cut short.

Starting point is 00:06:51 Though I felt more connected to them at home. I couldn't sleep in our old bed, nor our children's rooms. Instead, I slept in the guest room, one of the few places still untainted by tragedy. The next few weeks were spent in a haze of denial and anger at myself that I'd failed to save my family. In just the span of five minutes,

Starting point is 00:07:15 my entire world had been shattered beyond repair, and I saw no solace in the foreseeable future. The house still made its usual weird sounds, creaks, howling wind, and whispers hiding behind each other. and every closed door. They'd always kept me company, but in the past they'd been a little more than a vague presence, something to ignore, to push to the back of my mind. After the tragedy, they seemed to wake up, turning coherent and understandable. As I listened intently

Starting point is 00:07:47 to the house speaking, the strange whispers started to take shape, and before long I could actually understand them. One night, three weeks and a day after my return, I awoke to the sound of a voice coming from down the hall. I shot to my feet and slowly approached the sounds.

Starting point is 00:08:08 It was someone singing. A beautiful, cheerful voice coming from inside our old bedroom. But it wasn't just any song. No, it was one my wife frequently used the hum as she got ready in the mornings. Some old Italian verse her mother used to sing to her when she was a kid.

Starting point is 00:08:28 While I never understood the words, it had always comforted me, even on the most stressful day. It had become a symbol of love, peace, when I missed every day without her. Alice, I said, starting to wonder if I was dreaming. I pressed my ear against the wood in disbelief at hearing my dead wife's voice. She didn't respond. She just kept singing on the other side. As soon as I confirmed it was her voice, I hopelessly barged in through the door,

Starting point is 00:09:04 distraught to find it empty on the other side, filled with nothing but an empty bed, and a closet full of clothes never to be worn again. For a second, I felt a grain of happiness, but it was swiftly taken away as a serene voice vanished in the darkness of night. I collapsed to the floor and cried for the first time since their deaths. I'd been so numb that my ability to feel had simply shut down,

Starting point is 00:09:32 but the overwhelming emotion I felt from hearing my wife again finally broke me. I fell asleep on the floor that night, and once I awoke, I convinced myself it had all been just a dream and nothing more. That heartbreaking belief lasted until the next night when I awoke to laughter coming from Alex's bedroom Alex, is that you?

Starting point is 00:10:00 I called out as I approached this closed door. The laughter, unmistakably belonged to my dead son. That, along with the sounds of toys being flung around and light footsteps running from the room, made me temporarily forget everything that had happened in the past few months. Alex? I said again, with tears in my eyes. but he couldn't hear me and once I opened the door

Starting point is 00:10:24 I was met with another dark silent room in the blink of an eye I was plunged back into reality alone and afraid as I felt his presence vanish I thought back to my childhood spending time with my grandmother

Starting point is 00:10:42 listening to her stories there on the other side of the doors always there if you listen closely you can hear them, she'd say. The whispers I had heard since I was a kid. They were real, just too vague and hard to decipher. My grandma heard her husband

Starting point is 00:11:04 because he was the person she loved the most in the entire world. That's why I couldn't understand. Now that the ghosts belong to my family, it became abundantly clear why my grandma loved that house so much. It was because she could stay surrounded by a lost loved one, Each night the voices continued. Next in line was my daughter, Amanda. I heard her jumping up and down while she talked to her stuffed animals,

Starting point is 00:11:33 pretending there were real creatures out on adventures. She sung to them with a voice as beautiful as her mother's, and I listened while holding my breath. That night, I never opened the door. I just sat there, listening to her play around, smiling as I was once again living in a house. full of life. It quickly became a nightly routine.

Starting point is 00:11:57 I'd sleep during the days, and at night I'd huddle up outside their bedroom doors with a blanket, just to listen to them go about their lives, not knowing what terrible things had happened to them. Days, weeks, and even months passed, and I lived my life vicariously through them, unable to let go. It wasn't a great life, but it was all I had. I couldn't stand to lose my connection to them So I kept at it My wife was the first to break a usual nighttime routine She'd usually awoken me with the sound of her singing

Starting point is 00:12:35 Or by telling bedtime stories to our kids But that would all come to a crashing end On that particular night I was jolted awake to the sound of her terrified screams I shot to my feet and instinctively called out for her On the other side of the closed door I heard a struggle demanding that someone stay away from her

Starting point is 00:12:56 it was an all too familiar memory when I struggled to forget it was the moment the killers entered our room to murder her I burst in through the door knowing full well that I couldn't help but that I could at least end the nightmare as usual

Starting point is 00:13:16 once the door had been opened everything felt silent then I heard cries come from Alex's room he'd been awoken by Alice's screams and wanted to find out what was going on. His cries were quickly shut up as one of the intruders entered his room and slit his throat. I heard a short whimper before he too fell silent. Last in line was Amanda, but I quickly opened the door before I could be tortured by the sounds

Starting point is 00:13:45 of her frantic screams as the intruders ended alive. Following that night, I decided to leave the doors open, no matter the fact that I'd never ever hear my family again, I just couldn't face their deaths for a third or fourth time. Alas, once nightfall came, the doors were inexplicably shut and the ordeal started all over. The screams of my wife and children, they cries as they realised what was about to happen to them, my failure to save them. It all crushed me. In the end, I had no option left but to remove each door from their hinges to win the nightmare once and for all. Only the bathroom and guest room doors remained.

Starting point is 00:14:28 It worked. Without a filter between the real world and the past, I had nothing to listen to, nothing save for the deafening silence of an empty house. It was an impossible choice. To live peacefully without the comforting voices of my family. Never again would I hear them die, but I'd also be left alone, forever.

Starting point is 00:14:54 Then I heard the same. sound of someone crying. I was headed to bed when I heard a familiar voice sobbing through the guest room door. It wasn't my wife, nor the cries of a child. It was me. I'm sorry, I couldn't save you. I stood, speechless, too terrified to even open the door. But I was quickly brought back to my senses when I heard a gunshot from the other side,

Starting point is 00:15:24 followed by a quiet thump. And then nothing. Until that point, the house had always spoken to me with voices from the past. But then, something more sinister had approached, something that hadn't yet happened. I didn't go to sleep that night, nor did I dare to enter the guest room. I simply sat at my kitchen table until I passed out from a haze of exhaustion and alcohol. And once daylight arrived, I removed that door as well, whether what I heard behind that door is my ultimate destiny, or if I can somehow survive this nightmare, remains to be seen.

Starting point is 00:16:06 I can't say I haven't thought about ending it all, but for now, I've removed every single door from my house. At least, it's finally quiet.

CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "Why I removed all the doors from my house" Creepypasta

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