Creepy - The Clear Blue Spring

Episode Date: November 25, 2019

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A podcast dedicated to sharing the most famous chilling and disturbing creepypastas and urban legends in the world. Whether these stories truly happened or are simply fabrications is for you to decide. These stories may contain graphic to

of violence and explicit language. Listener discretion is advised. Creepy presents. The Clear Blue Spring. Written by Vincent Vinnekeva. The forest was singing to us that muggy afternoon. Singing the ballad of summer. Its melody swooshed and with the hooves of dough and fonds bonding through the brush

and harmonized with the far-way knock of a woodpecker's beak against the bark of a sweet gum. It was the croaking caroling of toads in the murmur of the creek where they dwelt, the chorus of the cadetids hiding in the undergrowth, and the call of the birds fluttering over the treetops. The day was hot. The air was thick and humid. It wrapped its heavy arms around my chest, swaddled me in its embrace. Its hug was sweltering.

Remember how my sweat-drenched t-shirt clung to my back. How the cool soaked cotton against my skin served as my only refuge from the oppressive August heat. Lynn was just a few paces ahead of me. I followed her as she ambled down the trail, eyes wandering purposelessly. Her hands in the back pockets of her denim shorts like a child lost in thought. Occasionally she glimps over her shoulder and flashed me a smile. But despite the hot summer sun beating down on this that day, a storm cloud was hanging over my head,

and not even the sight of her face could brighten me up. Lynn's smile capsized when she realized I walked through the woods was doing little to relieve my burden. She turned and hurried towards me. When she got near her through her arms around my waist, burying her head in my chest, she hugged me tight, tighter than even the heat. And when she relaxed her grip,

and backed her face away. I could see her smile had returned. I looked into her smoky gray eyes. We were just kids. Only 17 at the time, but in that moment I knew she was the most beautiful thing in the world. We held each other in silence for a while before she finally spoke to me. Her words were gentle. They fell smooth and soft from her tongue like velvet.

Everything would be okay, she said to me. That's when she inched herself closer, leaned into my ear, and whispered her secret. A secret I wish I had never heard uttered from those false sweet lips of hers. The secret of the clear blue spring. Everything would be okay because the clear blue spring would show me so. Lynn broke free from my arms and snatched my wrist. She started to run, pulling me behind her as she led us from the path. Together we sprinted through the untamed brush, trampling the bushes and ducking under tree branches.

I followed her trustingly. She was more than familiar with the forest. It was like a second home to her. I had walked the trails many times myself, but Lynn spent so much time amongst those trees that they belong to her. I'm not sure how long we were running, but when we stopped, my lungs felt like they were on fire. Lynn's cheeks were flush. The sweat on her forehead glistened in a little bit of afternoon light trickling through the trees. Her sun's streak blonde hair become so wild and tousled that it reminded me of a tumbleweed.

Yet somehow through all this, she was even more striking than ever. Her splendor was effortless and I loved her for it. The two of us laughed like lunatics for minutes before we finally caught our breath. Like Brandon pulled her close to me, it had been weak since we had kissed. She stroked my face with the back of her hand and ran her fingers through my hair. We pressed ourselves together until our noses were practically touching. It could taste the exhale of her breath. It was cool and my eyes.

lovely, and I wanted to savor it forever, but just before our lips could meet, I pulled my head away from hers. The tears came fast and unexpected. They stung my eyes and cascaded down my cheeks, lim cradled my head in her arms, letting me cry into her shoulder, and as she did, as she spoke again of the spring. She told me she was taking me there, and once more I heard those curious words slip from her lips. It would show me the way.

There was an air of conviction in her voice. It was fervent in its confidence, religious even. I dried my eyes on the sleeve of my shirt and lifted my face to meet her gaze. She watched me lovingly for a brief moment and nodded her head, gesturing for me to follow deeper between the trees. Running was out of question now. That southern August heat barely allowed us a slow saunter, but we continued our journey nonetheless, hand in hand. Fingers entwined together like the souls of Orpheus and Eurydice.

I trusted Lynn without my heart. But I needed to hear more about this mysterious spring that she was taking me to. After all, she had never once, and all the time I had known her made any mention of it to me at all. and now we were traveling further into the woods than I'd ever been, away from the trails, far removed from any houses or roads, on our way to find it. I asked her to tell me about it, to explain what she meant when she said it could help me. She was hesitant to indulge me at first, but after I insisted, she told me her tale. And as I listened, I found myself growing more and more enchanted by the fantastic things she was saying.

This story is hers, just as much as it is mine. And here's what she said. Lynn was nine when she discovered the spring. She first stumbled upon it following an argument with her father. Her parents had recently separated and her mother had moved out of the house. She was just a little girl at the time and she didn't know how to deal with the sudden feelings of abandonment that her mother's departure had caused her. So she directed all of her frustration. towards her dad. One evening, following a nasty argument, she sprinted out of the back door of her

house and into the woods behind her home. These were the same woods that she and I were currently trekking through. Her father had tried to chase after her, but he was a heavyset man and she was quick for her age, so she had no trouble losing him in the trees once she veered from the established hiking trails. She ran until her legs were rubber, until she can no longer hear his voice calling out to her. She ran until her heart thundered inside her chest, until her head grew light and woozy, and her feet ached with every step.

When she finally stopped, she realized she was in a part of the forest she'd never been before. A faint luminescence was radiating off the surrounding trees. Lynn followed the clone until she came to a clearing, and it was here she first laid her eyes on it, glistening against the pitch black night. an enormous sapphire flickering in the darkness.

The clear blue spring. It beckoned her, she said. It commanded her to wade into its shimmering waters. This was an order she had no trouble obeying. From the moment she saw the spring, she had felt a strange, pressing urge to join it. So she stripped off her clothes and plunged herself into the glowing pool as quickly as she could. She gushed about the experience.

so much that I nearly felt jealous. Hearing her talk, it almost seems as if she was speaking about a lover. Her eyes twinkled like little stars as she reminisced about the cool blue water. She confessed that she may not have had this strength to pull

herself out of the spring that night. If not for a vivid image of her father that suddenly flashed through her mind. He was writhing on the kitchen floor, clutching his chest. His face was pallid and he was gasping for The phone was in his hand, but he was too weak to dial out for help.

Horror, Pearsland's got like an arrow because deep down in her heart, she knew that what she was seeing was not a hallucination. It had been placed in her head by the spring, a vision of what was soon to come, a premonition of the future. The sparkling water whispered to her too, only she couldn't hear its words with her ear. Instead, they'd been scorched across the surface of her brain. Its message burned into her consciousness. Go to your father, the spring that said, you can save his life if you hurry. I studied her face as she explained this to me. Lynn had never been the type to tell tall tales.

But I scanned her carefully anyway, searching for some kind of hint. that would suggest she was joking. She squeezed the palm on my hand and sent a knowing glance my way as if to say she understood my skepticism. But that she'd never lie to me, I could tell the heat was beginning to press on me. It seemed to be affecting the rest of the forest too.

All around as tree branches bowed as if they were too exhausted to hold themselves up. Their green leaves sagged under the weight of the thick humid air. They looked like more than the more. widows. We journeyed ever deeper into the forest as she continued on with her story. I listened intently.

It helped me take my mind off the heat and off my troubles as well. Lynn had sprung quickly from the water after receiving the spring's warning about her father. She threw on her clothes and then took off running through the woods. She was not lost. The spring had shown her the fastest route back. and she had made it home just in time to find her father in the early stage as a cardiac arrest. She called an ambulance. Luckily, the EMTs were able to arrive at their house in time to help him.

The doctor said they had just barely made it. A few minutes later, and they might not have been able to save his life. Lynn's father was able to make a full recovery. His heart attack even served as a catalyst that drove her parents back together. After hearing about the incident, Lynn's mother had rushed to the hospital to be with them. Lynn said that she believed it was the spring that deserved all the credit. Had it not warned her about her father's heart attack, she wouldn't have been able to save him and the family would not have had the opportunity to reunite.

She stopped short after telling me that, began apologizing to me. I assured her all was okay that I knew she didn't mean any harm by what she said. You see, the reason I had been so upset. The reason she was taking me to the spring was because my mother had died just three weeks prior. I did not have a father. She passed away when I was a baby. I had no family of my own.

She went on to tell me more stories about the spring that day. Once it had helped her find her dog when he went missing. Another time when she was feeling very lonely, it gave her hope. When I told her she would meet a boy who had filled the empty space in her heart. Boy, it was me. I transferred into her school a couple days later. Lynn loved the spring in its crystal blue waters. But she feared that if she overused it, then its power would cease to work,

so she resolved to only call on it when she felt that it was absolutely necessary. She kept it a secret, too, to prevent others from mistreating it. And so, it had always been there for her when she needed it. It had always shown her the way to make of her tails. Of course I thought they sounded crazy, but I appreciated them because they allowed my mind to wander away from the fire that took my mother's life. As she spoke, I forgot about the heat from the flames that night. I forgot about how they licked at my heels and burned my legs as I crawled the safety. And I forgot, too, how my mother's screams slashed through the air.

Horrible screams. I could hear her cry. The woods began to thin out into a clearing, and I heard the sound of running water. We pushed our way through the last of the brush, and that's when I first saw it. The spring was bigger than I expected, maybe 30 feet across at its widest point.

There was a blue tint to the water. It did not glow, but there was still a lot of daylight left. There was a strange electricity in the air, and I swear the heat became less stifling as we moved close. closer to that pool. I could see all the way down to the bottom. An assortment of flat, multi-color pebbles lined its floor, brown, white, green, red, and a thousand other colors. There were so many I couldn't get track. We approached the water together. Fingers still interlocked,

palms sweaty. But when we got near, Lynn put a hand on my chest to stop me. She told me me that I no longer needed to worry, that the spring would show me the way just as it had shown her time and time again. She peeled off her clothes in front of me. First her tank topped, then her shorts. Len's body was firm and tight. Her stomach was as smooth and flat as stones lying at the floor of the spring. Couldn't take my eyes off her.

She draped her arms around me. I could feel her soft breast pressing against my chest. And once again, I could taste her cool, lovely breath. I love you, she said. And then she kissed me. Her lips wrapped tightly around mine and her tongue swirled slowly inside my mouth. I ran my fingers over her bare body, exploring her curves, caressing her skin. She moaned softly and I could feel her voice in my throat.

It was she that broke our kiss. If it were up to me, I would have never let it end. She helped me out of my clothes, took me by the hand, and together we waded into the crystal pond. The water was cool and inviting. Lind dove beneath the surface, and when she appeared again, she was on the opposite end of the spring. I paddled over to her.

Swimming in those waters was truly like being. Being born again, there are no other words to describe it. By the time I caught up to her, I knew that every word of her story had been true. The spring had a very special aura. It was powerful and intense, and even though I had not been in its presence before, I could tell there was something extraordinary about it. When I reached land, I planted my feet on the floor. Those flat stones felt pleasant beneath my feet.

souls. I placed my hands on her hips. She was smiling at me. Well, if I was smiling too, but sometimes when I reflect back on that day, I like to think I was. I imagine that I was grinning ear to ear, laughing even. I imagine these things because I want to remember that moment in the spring, as fondly as I possibly can. It was the last. time in my life that I ever felt happiness. The spring would snatch my joy away an instant later when it decided to show me everything I had been trying so hard to forget. It showed me my mother, whom I had grown to resent so much over the years.

It showed me the way she abused prescription pills and alcohol. The first day she had slept through. The parent-teacher meeting she was too high to show up for. The spring showed me all the lonely late-night dinners I ate while she lay passed out on the couch in the living room. It showed me the petty jealousy I felt towards Lynn. Whenever I was around, she and her parents. Don't seem to genuinely care for her.

And it showed me the night of the fire. It showed me how my mother fell asleep, pants around her ankles. on top of the bed in her room and showed me how disgusted I was when I walked in and saw her like that. I find rage I felt in a gasoline from the garage. I used it to soak the walls of her bedroom and even the hallway. The past out pills? That the smell didn't even wake her.

And showed me how I shoved the heavy oak bookcase from the study all the way down the hall until it was in front of her door. She was barricaded inside her. her bedroom. Still hadn't. I watched myself light a match, then drop it to the gas sod and carpet. Happened so fast that I nearly got caught in the inferno myself. Not so lucky, not knowing it had been I who was responsible for the flames that were eating

away her flesh. Standing in that spring, I felt the same sense of guilt that had washed over me when I heard her voice die out in that fire. The water Lynn and I were in felt as if it was warming up, but I wasn't sure if it was in my head, peered into her eyes, just inside them now, as if she was gazing upon the face of a monster. I realized then that everything the spring had shown me Lynn had seen as well. She tried to leap from the pool, but I grabbed her by the ankle and pulled her back in. The spring was showing me something else now.

What would happen if I let her go? How she would run home, call the police, and tell them everything. It showed how the courts would try me as an adult. The horrors of prison. The life of an ex-convict. The water was definitely hotter now. Inside a jacuzzi was shaking her and pleading for her to understand, but she wouldn't listen. She refused.

She beat on me with her fists and scratched at my eyes. She cried for help as loud as she could, but there was no one around for miles. The spring showed me even more. How to get away. I didn't want to hurt Lynn. I loved her, but I was terrified. And the spring's words made so much sense to me. I drowned her in that clear blue water that day and took the first bus out of town that evening.

There was nothing to leave behind. All my belongings were destroyed in the fire. My entire family was dead and now so was the only girl I ever cared for. I've been a drifter ever since. I wander the country like a nomad, eating out of trash cans, and working on jobs for money whenever the opportunity presents itself. We were both reported missing. The media spun our disappearances into a story about two young lovers

who ran away together. I wish that were the truth. I took the paper from time to time to see if she's been found. But I've never seen anything that would indicate that she or the spring has been located. It goes by when I don't think of... I wonder often if she is still out there, lying at the bottom of the spring. Atop those smooth, flat stones that felt so good beneath my bare feet.

It's been years since I've slept with a roof over my head and thoughts of suicide are growing stronger every day. This spring is my last chance at salvation. I'm on my way back there and only a couple hours walk from where I'm currently writing this. The directions have been burned into my brain ever since that hot August day, and I should make it by nightfall if I keep walking. I wonder if the water really does glow at night like it did in Lynn's story. I've only ever seen it in the daylight.

When I get there, I want to stand in the spot where she kissed me. and think back to how wonderful it felt. Then I'll get in the water, sink myself to the bottom of the spring. It's command. Maybe there's nothing more it can really do for me. Maybe it will tell me to open my mouth and take as much water into my lungs as I can. That's what it decides is best. Then I will follow its instructions without question.

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