All the doors and windows in my university building have disappeared by Mr_Outlaw_ (2/4)

She told us to be quiet. So we did. Then we could hear it.

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:00):
Hey, their kids. It's me, mister Creepypasta. And before we
get started on Tonight's story, I'm gonna let you know
a bit more about Tonight's author. Mister Outlaw has a
new novel that's currently out. And if you guys have
loved mister Outlaw, and I don't mean just Tonight's story,
I mean like his stories for the past few years
and the overarching building universe that he seems to have
across these multiple dimensions, then you're going to love Trygone

(00:23):
by Hugh lou One day, a massive black pyramid suddenly
appears in the Atlantic, drawing military forces into a vicious
siege against inexplicable horrors. As a dwindling team of elite
soldiers ventures into its strange halls, they discover a threat
that defies their understanding of the universe. A link to

(00:44):
Trygone will be in the description down below, and I
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ninety nine on Kendle and it helps support the author.
And now onto Tonight's story. It's ten pm here. We've
been in this building for just over twelve hours. By now,

(01:07):
we've searched the entire place, but a dozen times, checking
every corner, every hallway, every room, coming to the same
conclusion every time. On the third floor we found a
maintenance room and a ladder presumably leading to the roof.
It broke through the hatch, and you know what, we

(01:29):
found a bunch of wet dirt, as if the building
had somehow become buried underground. The dirt was at least
soft enough that if we were really inclined to, we
might be able to crawl up through it. But we're
not desperate enough for that, not yet. We're sitting in

(01:53):
the library now. It moved away from the cafeteria because
the group digging into the wall was starting to freak
us out. They were looking worse for wear every time
they came back out, faces dripping with sweat, the skin
on their hands, slowly tearing away cafeterias, running out of chairs.
We tried convincing them to stop, told them that they

(02:15):
must have excavated hundreds of feet of drywall, yet they
were still going nowhere, But they wouldn't listen. They almost
seemed possessed, deathly intent on the idea that eventually they'd
make it out. I got a message from James telling

(02:39):
me that there's still police surrounding every inch of the building,
but they've expanded the perimeter so that nobody can get
a good look at it. Multiple SWAT teams have arrived,
cert sporadic gunshots ringing through the air. I don't want
to say that we've given up, but we really don't.

(03:00):
Don't know what to do. And there's four of us here, Rachel, Jason,
Amira and myself. We didn't know Jason or Amira. We
just happened to end up together. Most people have split
off into smaller groups, though I've seen a few sitting
or standing by themselves. We've been talking a lot, trying

(03:25):
to figure it out, to rationalize things. Amira thinks we've
ended up in hell and that it explains why everyone
else has disappeared. I told her that doesn't make any sense,
because why us, Huh? Why a bunch of university students

(03:45):
writing a philosophy exam. She looked at me asked if
I'd ever done anything terrible? Adult are sure, but so
it was almost everybody else, so why were we singled out?
She didn't respond to that. She then changed the topic

(04:11):
asked us what we'd seen on the second page of
our exams. I thought about that strange looking machine, about
how it seemed so familiar, but I still couldn't place it.
I guess it was some memory that had been buried
too deep. Amira told us that the only thing on
her paper had been a sketch of a man's face,

(04:34):
middle aged, disheveled hair, scars all across. She said she'd
seen that man before. A long time ago. She'd been
on a family vacation on a beach somewhere. There was nighttime.
She'd snuck out of the hotel with a cousin. They
were sitting on the sand in the dark, staring out
at the ocean, when they saw a figure ahead, sitting

(04:57):
way deep in the water. Each wave that rolled onto
the beach was heavy enough to completely submerge the guy,
but this didn't seem to bother him. He just sat
there this entire time. They thought that he was facing
towards the ocean, but then then the clouds cleared and
the moonlight revealed that he was actually looking straight at them,

(05:22):
staring with eyes so wide he had to be forcing
them open. She said that he stood up, and seconds
later he was running towards them. Of course, they immediately
began sprinting away, but by the time Amir got back
to the hotel, her friend was no longer there. She

(05:45):
told her parents and police were involved, and neither of
them were ever found. Jason said that his paper contained
only a phone number one, two, three, four, five, six, seven,
eight nine zero, the same number he'd gotten a call

(06:08):
from the day that his former roommate had committed suicide.
He was in his old apartment working on an assignment
when he saw the number pop up on his screen.
Bored and curious, he picked it up. He said that
the voice on the other end was robotic, genderless. It
sounded automated, and the only thing it said was that

(06:29):
his roommate Kyle, was about to die. He thought it
was some fucked up prank until he heard a banging
noise coming from Kyle's room. He rushed over there and
swung open the door, and Kyle was standing on a
chair in the middle of the room with a noose
around his neck. There was a little girl sitting on

(06:53):
the window sill behind him, wearing a large hat that
covered her eyes and nose. Kyle grinned at him before
suddenly kicking the chair away. Jason tried to save him,
but he wasn't able to. After Kyle went unconscious, the
little girl started to laugh at him and then jumped
out of the window. They were on the seventeenth floor,

(07:14):
and then he remembered that Kyle never had a window
in his room. The police were never able to trace
the call. It came back as a dead number. This
entire time, Rachel hadn't said anything at all. The blood
had drained from her skin and she was staring down

(07:37):
at the floor. We assured her that she didn't have
to talk about it if she wasn't comfortable talking about it.
She took a deep breath and said that her exam
had a polaroid photo taped to it, a photo of
herself in her childhood bedroom, taken from inside the closet.

(08:02):
She said that she had a boyfriend in high school
named Chris. One night, they were both sitting in her
room and for whatever reason, they began to argue. It
turned ugly, and then Chris ran into her closet and
shut the door. She thought that he was being immature
and told him to come out, but he said nothing
and just stayed in there. She then walked over and

(08:24):
opened the door, but he wasn't there, and her closet
was tiny. There was nowhere he could have been hiding.
But then she heard a noise coming from above, coming
from the ceiling, something like somebody laughing, but not Chris's voice,

(08:45):
like an elderly woman's. She closed the door and told
her dad what had happened. He called the police, and
they searched the entire house, but they could neither find
Chris nor the woman. Chris was never seen again. Then
they all looked at me. I told them that I'd

(09:07):
seen the diagram of some sort of machine, but that
I genuinely couldn't remember what it was supposed to be.
I'm not sure if they believed me, but none of
them pressed me about it. Of course, it freaked me
the fuck out, because if those things had happened to them,
then what the fuck happened to me? What was my
brain trying to erase? Amira suggested that we go back

(09:29):
into the exam room so I could take a look
at it jog my memory. I told her absolutely the hell,
not that I had no interest in finding out. But
then Rachel said that she was pretty sure she'd left
her phone charger in that room, so she was going
to go over there anyway, we agreed to accompany her.

(09:50):
When we got there, we found that somebody had turned
the lights off. Problem was, we didn't know exactly where
the lights were, maybe somewhere on the rightmost wall. We
walked inside and I was about to turn on my
phone flashlight when Rachel stopped me. She told us to
be quiet, so we did, and then we could hear

(10:20):
it the faint sound of several pencils scribbling against paper.
As our eyes adjusted to the dark, we could make
out the silhouettes of several figures sitting down, hunched over
the desks. We ran out of there and shut the
door behind us, and then barricaded it with chairs. On

(10:42):
our way back to the library, we passed by the
hole in the wall and noticed that it had gone silent.
It hadn't been silent for a while. Jason took this
to mean that they'd finally tunneled their way back outside,
that they just hadn't bothered coming back in to let
us know. I wasn't so sure about that, but but

(11:04):
he'd already ran inside. We followed after him, doing our
best to traverse through the crooked, uneven path. It was
surprising just how long it stretched on for. But at
some point the air started to become so cold and crisp,
and then we could see daylight, gray and muted but
unmistakable against the darkness. Jason became ecstatic. He turned around

(11:25):
with a huge smile in his face and said that
we'd done it, that we were going to make it out.
But something wasn't right about this, because because there shouldn't
have been daylight, because he was half past midnight. He

(11:47):
began running faster and we struggled to keep up, but
soon the tunnel had reached its end. Soon we were outside,
just not not anywhere I recognized, not not anywhere we
should have been. Somehow, we were now out in the
fucking ocean. Thick gray clouds rolled across the sky above

(12:11):
heavy thunder rumbling in the distance. Rain came down in
a light drizzle. In front of us was what looked
like a giant metal platform, like a vast, sprawling sewer grate,
hovering above the water. I was hesitant to step on it,
but I tested it with my foot and it seemed
to be sturdy. We walked out onto it and looked around,

(12:35):
though it was hard to describe what we saw it.
It was like a floating city constructed entirely out of steel.
The more I looked around, the more uncanny the architecture seemed.
The buildings were too pointed, almost swordlike. They were also
built in a way that seemed haphazard, nonsensical. There were

(12:58):
vast stretches of empty space, but also areas where several
buildings converged into one, forming a grotesque looking, metallic behemoth
of a structure. They almost looked like giant metal tumors.
Some buildings were tall enough to pierce the clouds, while
others were no larger than a shed. Some of them
were unorthodox shapes. There was a pyramid, a sphere, a pentagon.

(13:23):
Some buildings seemed to be hovering in the air without
any visible support. There were lights in some of the windows,
though there didn't seem to be anybody around. The air
smelled like raw fish, smoke, gasoline. There was a constant

(13:45):
grating noise in the background, sounded like metal being sharpened.
Every time lightning flashed above the clouds, we could see
the outline of colossal figures in the sky. One of
them looked like a human skull, another like a serpent
with thousands of tendril. Jason's expression took a sharp turn
from hopeful to unbridled anguish. He knelt down. He buried

(14:08):
his face in his hands. We tried to pull him
to his feet, but he wouldn't budge. Rachel pointed out
somebody in the distance, standing on top of one of
the buildings. We thought it could have been Arnold because
he was wearing the same red shirt. It looked like
he was watching us. We debated whether or not we
should try to call out to him, but we decided
to stay silent, and after a while, he walked off

(14:31):
the edge, plummeting what looked like hundreds of feet down
to the platform. The fall should have been enough to
turn his body into a pancake, but he landed. He
landed perfectly on his feet, seeming no worse for wear.
But then he got down on all fours and began
crawling towards us. It was a shocking enough visual that

(14:54):
it kind of paralyzed us for a moment. Before we
were able to regain our bearings. We turned. We bolted
back towards the tunnel, but we couldn't find Jason. We
looked around until we saw him sitting on the rails
at the edge of the platform. We called out to him,
but he paid us no attention, and then Hey jumped.

(15:19):
Before he could even hit the water, a gigantic, pale
hand shot up from the ocean, grabbed him dragged him down.
I looked at my feet through the openings of the platform.
Hovering just below the surface of the water was what
looked like a human face, probably about a dozen feet wide.

(15:43):
The best I can describe the expression man's face is
that of enthusiastic malice, as if it just couldn't wait
to hurt us. I looked back at Arnold, and now
he was close enough for us to see that his

(16:04):
head had been twisted all the way around. We ran
back into the tunnel, crashing through the drywall until we
made it back inside the building. We began barricading it
with tables, chairs, whatever we could find, but nothing followed
us back. We sat on the floor and we caught
our breaths. We're still sitting here. There's been a little

(16:30):
discussion about what we just saw. Seems like seems like
we're all at a loss for words. Three other kids.
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