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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
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(00:23):
by Hugh lou One day, a massive black pyramid suddenly
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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):
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ninety nine on Kendle and it helps support the author.
And now onto Tonight's story. We decided to go up
to the third floor, not sure what we were hoping

(01:04):
to find, but where else could we go? The third
floor consisted mostly of smaller classrooms at administrative office a
small student pub tucked away in one of the corners.
We headed for the pub, breathing simultaneous size of relief.
Once we found it empty, I sat at the bar
while Rachel went behind it and began pouring up two

(01:24):
rum and cokes, both with more rum than coke. She
sat next to me, finished the drink in one gulp,
and then buried her face in her hands. She asked
me if I thought Amiro was right, if we really
were in Hell. I sent my drink and told her
that I didn't, but that I also didn't have an

(01:44):
explanation for what this could have been if not Hell.
That I couldn't even really believe it was happening, that
it all felt so surreal that I wasn't fully convinced
that this wasn't a dream. Rachel said that this couldn't
have been a dream, so I asked her what she

(02:05):
thought it was. After some thinking, she said that maybe
all of us had just gotten extremely unlucky mark to
suffer at the hands of some unknowable cosmic force for
reasons we were never meant to understand. I nodded and
made myself another drink. She looked at me. Do you

(02:27):
think we still have a chance of getting out of here?
She asked. I told her that even if I didn't,
I wouldn't have admitted it, that it was better to
be optimistically delusional than to give up. She smiled and
said that she liked that answer, and that I better
not go insane on her, or else she'll kill me.

(02:49):
I told her likewise, and we grabbed some knives from
the cabinet behind the bar and then ventured back out.
As we were walking, Rachel asked me if it seemed darker.
Now considered this carefully. It was just barely noticeable, but
I could tell that it was, and in a strange way.

(03:09):
It wasn't as if the lights themselves had dimmed, more
so that it was being smothered by something. The air
just seemed thicker, heavier, weighed down by some intangible element.
We discovered the source of it when we walked over
to the atrium and looked down over the railings at
the lower floors. At first, it was hard to understand

(03:33):
what we were seeing. It looked like the first floor
had been completely submerged by a void, just a blanket
of sheer gloom, extending nearly halfway up to the second floor,
thick dark spirals drifting up from it, like smoke, gradually
spreading through the air, but unlike smoke, it felt cold. Slowly,

(03:55):
it was becoming harder to breathe, the air growing saturated
by this inscrutable stench, something sharp, pungent, metallic, as if
an old medicine cabinet had been doused with blood and
then lit on fire. We then noticed that it was rising,
getting closer to us, not just the smoke, but the

(04:16):
actual darkness itself, as if it were being pumped in
from somewhere. It wasn't moving fast, but eventually it would
reach us. We backed away from the railing and then
stared at each other as if the other person might
have an answer, which, of course neither of us did.

(04:39):
The panic it's much harder time becomes your enemy when
the threat is so ominous but still yet to be defined.
But what happened when it reached us we were determined
not to find out. We took some deep breaths and
then settled on a purely logical approach. The darkness was

(05:01):
moving up towards us, so how could we escape it?
By moving up ourselves, Rachel said. I was about to
ask her how until I realized where she was going
with this. The maintenance room, the hatch, the dirt. Theoretically

(05:22):
it could be a way out, maybe the only way out.
I just didn't like it. I wasn't a fan. She
asked if I had any other suggestions. I told her
I didn't. I tried to come up with something, but
my brain was firing blanks. I looked back over the railing.
The darkness was still climbing, getting closer, and now I
could see something poking up from it. He was a
gigantic head connected to a thick, dark, slimy stalk, which

(05:46):
was connected to god knows what, hovered in place for
a while before turning up to look at us. It
was Jason's head, bloated up to about ten times the
size of shit would have been. His skin had become
a painful looking dark purple, his eyes bloodshot and nearly
bulging out of their sockets. His mouth was hanging open,

(06:08):
his jaw slacked in the point of appearing dislocated. He
released this loud and awful, croaking noise, something something so
inhuman that mere exposure to it induced a type of
dread I had never felt before. There was something inside
his mouth looked like a pale spider with the head

(06:29):
of a wrinkled old man. They were just crawling around
on his tongue, sporadically, looking up and grinning. Suddenly the
idea of crawling through dirt didn't seem so bad. I
backed away and told Rachel that we needed to get
into the maintenance room asap. I must have looked pretty terrified,
because she asked me what I'd seen down there. I

(06:49):
told her she didn't want to know. She decided to
look away. Seconds later, we were both run The maintenance
room was all the way on the other end of
the building, but if we moved fast, we could get
there in just a few minutes. The problem was we
couldn't move very fast. The air had become so thick

(07:13):
that we nearly drowned in it. We had to inhale
several large mouthfuls just to get enough oxygen to move
forward a few steps, and that was another problem. The
air itself was so extremely bitter that it was burning
our throats and nostrils. The smoke was so heavy that
it was hard to keep our eyes open for more
than a few seconds before they started to sting like hell.

(07:34):
And if all that wasn't enough, the light the light
had been reduced to a fraction of its original brightness.
It was hard to tell where we were going at all,
but desperations are pretty powerful force. We were convinced that
all we needed to do was reach the maintenance room
and we'd be free from this nightmare. And we didn't
need to rationalize it. The fear of turning into one

(07:55):
of those grotesque, bloated heads was visceral enough to drive
us ahead. Of course, it wasn't easy. In fact, I
never thought something could be so excruciating, and I fell
to my knees with a sharp sticking in my chest.
Rachel helped me up, and when it happened to her,
I did the same. Before we cleared the atrium, I

(08:15):
took one last look over the railing to find that
Jason's head had been joined by about a dozen more,
all vaguely familiar faces that had been swollen and mutated
into some horrendous version of the people they once were. Now,
the darkness had reached the second floor by the time
that we rounded the corner leading to the maintenance room.
We were too compromised to stand, unable to do much

(08:38):
more than crawl. Still, we pulled ourselves forward, our lungs
aching and eyes burning. We could just barely see the
outline of the door, and we were so close, and
then we could see nothing at all, Not that it mattered,
because we could no longer open our eyes without a
feeling like they were being pierced by several hung needles

(09:00):
at once. Now, every breath we tried to take seemed
to get stuck in our throats, as if the air
had turned into concrete. We were forced to hold it.
We couldn't have been more than a few feet away,
so we just kept crawling, feeling along the wall until
we found the door. As we searched for the handle,
we could hear that croaking noise echoing off the walls,

(09:23):
much louder now, like several voices in unison, ones that
sounded dangerously close. My head was fluttered with images of
those bloated heads floating towards us with their mouths wide open,
the spider creatures ready to jump out at us and
do who know the fuck what. We managed to open
the door before any of them could reach us, and
once we were in. We wasted no time slamming it shut.

(09:48):
It was pitch black inside, but now we could breathe.
Now we could actually open our eyes. I took my
phone and turned the flashlight on, half expecting to find
some monstrosity staring down in the darkness, but there was nothing.

(10:11):
We were alone. We gave ourselves a breather before looking
for the light switch and then flipping it on. There
were still traces of the smoke floating around from when
we'd open the door, but not enough for it to
be suffocating. It was safe in here for the time being.
We could still hear the croaking through the walls, still

(10:33):
getting louder, as if those things knew exactly where we
were and it honed in on us. We barricaded the
door with whatever miscellaneous shit we could find, a desk,
some chairs, some buckets. I'm not sure why we were
convinced it would help, but I guess it provided a
modicum of comfort. We both took a deep breath and

(10:53):
then opened up the hatch. Some clumps of dirt fell through.
Now the croaking had turned into a roar. It sounded
like it was right outside the door. There was a
loud bang and the room shook when the walls cracked.
We looked at each other that chance to back out,
but where the hell would we go. We climbed up

(11:17):
the ladder and into the dirt. Never in my life,
and I imagine what crawling through sheer dirt might feel like.
But it's hard to understate just how miserable of an
experience it was. The weight of the earth crushing you
from every angle, cold damp soil clinging to your skin,
your hair soaking into your clothes, catching mouthfuls of soil

(11:38):
as you struggle desperately to climb upwards, every inch demanding
almost every ounce of strength you have to offer. And
the entire time we could still hear the croaking from below,
feeling the rhythmic force of something pounding up against the ceiling,
like a drum beat through the dirt. At some point

(11:59):
it sounded like something. I managed to tear the ceiling apart.
I just kept climbing that track of exactly where Rachel was,
but I could hear her struggling somewhere close by. I'm
not sure how long we crawled for. It must have
been a few minutes, but it also could have been
an hour. My arms had never felt so heavy. I
never felt so much strain on my lungs. The stench,

(12:19):
the taste of metal, minerals, and earth was overwhelming that
I was forced to swallow back puke. Sometimes I'd feel
something biting my skin, and I thrashed my limbs until
it stopped. But as bad as I got, I never stopped.
It wasn't an option. I died from exhaustion before accepting
whatever fate awaited us below. It was like ecstasy when

(12:42):
I finally saw a light. The smell of fresh air
was sweet, warm enough to feel like a nice dry
blanket against my cold, wet skin. I pulled the rest
of my body up to the surface just as my
muscles surrendered for good. I flopped onto the ground, catching
my breath, savoring the relief. After a while, I found

(13:02):
the energy to sit up. I was in a forest,
the strange one. The trees were like skyscrapers, extremely thick trunks,
extremely tall, standing to the sky. The branches were all
a zigzag shape, interlacing with each other to form a

(13:23):
bizarre but kind of beautiful pattern above. The plants around
me were odd but stunning at the same time. Gigantic
mushrooms that pulsed with neon light, colorful bushes with gelatinous
orbs stuck into them, Flowers over six feet tall with
tentacle like protrusions that moved with the breeze. All around

(13:45):
me were alien noises coming from hidden creatures. I got
the sense that they all were aware of my presence,
they just didn't want to be seen. But the place
didn't feel dangerous anything. It was peaceful. I was too
busy being blown away by it all that I'd forgotten
about Rachel. She still hadn't made it up. I considered

(14:08):
that maybe she'd become disoriented started crawling in the wrong direction.
I tried crawling out to her. When I got no response,
up again to dig back down. I didn't go far
sooner her head popped up from the dirt. Her face
was covered by mud in a few areas where it wasn't,
I could see that her skin had become beat red
so it was coughing and gagging violently. I crawled over

(14:30):
and helped pull her out the rest of the way.
She knelt down and violently dry heave before puking up
a mouthful of dirt and vomit. She wiped the dirt
away from her face. As she gasped for air. I
could see tears rolling down her cheeks, happy tears. She

(14:51):
was smiling, But we didn't linger. There was no guarantee
that those things wouldn't eventually follow us up, So as
soon as we'd recovered enough strength, we chose a direction
at random and we began walking. The soft dirt floor
soon gave way to firmer grass, and after a while
we found a man made path. There was a tree

(15:12):
in front of it with what looked like a huge
red arrow spray painted across the trunk. Winning left. We
debated with each other about whether or not to follow it.
Rachael argued that it could have been a trap. I
argued that it was a breadcrumb left by somebody who
had been in a similar position to ourselves. We argued
for a long time, switching positions every so often, until

(15:34):
we ultimately decided that our best option was just to
follow it. It turned out to be a good decision.
It first led us to a creek with water so unadulterated,
so crystal clear, that we almost felt that about using
it to wash the dirt from our skinning clothes. There
was another message spray painted into the grass in front

(15:54):
of it. Drinkable. The water was cold, smooth, Going down
on our throats, it tasted it sted vaguely like honey.
Then we continued on the path. Whenever it forked into
multiple paths, there was always an arrow painted somewhere to
guide us. As we walked, we encountered various different creatures,

(16:16):
all of them whore some degree of resemblance to animals
and insects we'd seen before, but not fully. Their colors
were bright, their skin and fur far more luminous, their
anatomy more beautifully intricate than anything we were familiar with.
The stark contrast from whatever the hell we just escaped.

(16:37):
We counted twenty two arrows before we finally arrived at
a small cabin and a clearing. I suppose the best
way to describe it was rustic, small structure, somewhat haphazard
and appearance, but strangely inviting at the same time. We
walked up to the front door, still somewhat wary about entering,

(16:58):
We looked at each other came to a silent agreement
that we may as well, that we've already come so far.
We knocked, but nobody answered. We'd tried the handle. Inside
it smelt like wood, coffee cigarettes. The place was bare

(17:20):
bones save for a small desk. There was somebody sitting
up in the chair behind it, sleeping with his face
pointed to the ceiling and his mouth wide open. A
young man with messy blonde hair, wearing a jacket and jeans.
A rifle was laid across his lap, one of his
fingers still firm on the trigger. One of his hands
was bandaged. Up on the desk was a collection of paper, pens, notebooks, knives,

(17:46):
box of ammunition, steaming cup. We didn't immediately try to waken,
at the risk of startling the guy and having him
pumpous full of lead. We didn't have too soon. An
alarm clock went off, and he jostled awake. When he
saw us, he shrieked, began fumbling around with the rifle

(18:07):
for long enough that we could have run over and
snatched it away if we really wanted to, but we didn't.
Once he'd gotten it steady in his hands, he stood
up and pointed it at us. We put our hands up.
He just stared at us for a while before lowering it.
Then he out a sigh of relief. Thank god, he said,
I'm so sorry. It's just nobody'd come through for a

(18:27):
long fucking time. Wasn't expecting it. He smiled. Glad to
see you, he said, I mean, I'm not glad that
you're here, but it just gets so lonely sometimes nice
to talk to somebody. He asked him where the hell
we were? He shook his head. Take a long exhile,

(18:47):
are you lying if I told you that I understood
any of this? He said, But I'll fill you in
on what I can. Just be prepared to listen. It'll
take a while. He walked over to a cat the
back of the room, on which sat a pot of
steaming black liquid. He poured out two cups of it,
and then walked back over, handing one to each of us.

(19:09):
Black coffee with honey, a pure gray and alcohol, he
told us before sitting back down. So first things first,
I don't know where were you guys, I asked him.
When he meant, I mean, where were you when you
became trapped where all the crazy shit started. I was
in a parking garage getting ready to leave work. We

(19:33):
told him that we were in the university, which seemed
to disappoint him. He said that was boring that somebody
named Hanson had been in an abandoned sane asylum at
a remote Arctic island, a journalist trying to uncover evidence
of clandestine government experiments. To imagine what kind of shit
he went through, we asked him who Hanson was. He

(19:55):
reached into his pocket and pulled out an ancient looking
cart and of cigarettes. He struck a man lit one
of them, took a few drags for answering. He's a survivor.
Me all are, and now so are you Twoe other kids.

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