September 28, 2025 • 11 mins
1: Do not close your eyes.
2: Do not scream.
3: If it finds you, let it in.
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2: Do not scream.
3: If it finds you, let it in.
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📹 Video!: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rYSXVZ1u3v4
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Check out my new books! A collection of Creepypasta compiled by some of my all time favorite authors and friends!
💀 Volume 1: http://a.co/iNqTwRZ
💀 Volume 2: http://a.co/i0O9zks
💀 Comic Book: http://a.co/2POGdNW
🧊 Chill with the Community!: https://www.thechillingapp.com/
Visit the stores!
🍵 Wife's Tea Shop: https://etsy.com/shop/IvoryMonocleTea
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Speaker 1 (00:02):
This happened when I was very young. I have since
confirmed the details with two relatives who were present that day,
though I am the only one who experienced the event firsthand.
For my cousin's eleventh birthday, we all went to Skyleeb
Trampoline Park. Have you ever been to one of those places?
(00:22):
It's usually a massive, high ceilinged warehouse filled with rows
in rows of trampolines stretching across the entire length of
the building. In more reputable ones, there is a safety
net around the edge so that the kids don't fly
off and crack their heads. Sky Leap has safety nets.
(00:42):
They had other things too, in arcade at cafeteria, laser tag, dance, dance,
revolution pads, the works. The whole place had an outer
space theme. I remember ever since I'd seen a NASA
documentary on the Discovery Channel, I'd become obsessed with the
idea of space travel. Safe to say, I was in heaven.
(01:05):
Mannequins and astronaut suits hung from the ceiling on cables.
Airbrushed black light murals of planets and little green aliens
and flying saucers decorated every wall. A massive Neon sign
over the entryway would periodically flicker to life, reading one
small step for man, one giant leap for Mankind, with
(01:27):
a heroic signing voice delivering the quote from a nearby speaker.
This park also had a foam pit. It was off
in a secluded corner of the trampoline area, and there
was a lime green launch pad area, so you could
really get a head start before bouncing in and landing
in a giant pile of squishy foam blocks. I wasn't
(01:50):
the most adventurous kid. Jane and Eliza, my twin cousins,
were two years older than me. I was always trying
to prove that I could be as brave as they were.
Approached the foam pit. The two of them leaped in
right away, giggling amongst themselves. I hung back, I'm sure,
and I stood at the start of the launch pad,
(02:10):
considering my options. I noticed tiny words scrawled onto the
wall beside me in white paint pen They read rules
for the nothing zone. One don't close your eyes, two,
don't scream. Three if it finds you, let it in.
(02:39):
I squinted for a moment, trying to comprehend it. What
was the nothing zone? What's taking you so long? Jewels.
Eliza yelled from the pit, Are you scared? Tease Jane.
I frowned and shook my head, readying myself to jump in.
I sprinted forward. Blood rushed in my ears, and when
(03:01):
I reached the bouncy edge of the launch pad, I
tried to spring as hard as I could, so as
to make the most impressive arc. I strenched my eyes closed.
Then then I was airborne. My stomach flopped and a
scream escaped as I flailed mid air, suddenly giddy and
(03:22):
terrified and out of control. I did not come down.
My limbs were weightless, stretched out, sort of like when
I let myself float in the pool, had back muscles relaxed.
(03:43):
My whole body felt buoyant. I imagine this was what
it was like to be a balloon, thinking of the
rainbow cluster tied to the party table in the cafeteria.
Once I'd got in a helium balloon for my own birthday.
It was one of those fancy metallic ones you get
preinflated from the super, predictably shaped like a little astronaut.
(04:04):
In my eagerness to bring it home, I tripped and
fallen in the parking lot scraping my knees. By the
time I noticed the string had left my hand, my
astronaut was thirty feet in the air and ascending up
and up until it was a tiny speck against the
(04:24):
cloudless blue sky. When I opened my eyes, I didn't
see Jane or Eliza or the foam pit. I saw nothing,
a blank, white expanse stretching out as far as I
could see. I tried to turn my body, but found
(04:46):
that I could only twist my head and shoulders a
few degrees in either direction. I kicked my feet in arms,
but with nothing to hang on to, I only succeeded
in wiggling in place. Frustrated, I tried again. By trial
and error, I found that swinging my arms from side
to side allowed me to spin ever so slowly behind me.
(05:09):
My surroundings were more of the same, white, empty, blinding white.
No floor, no ceiling, no sky, no horizon line. My
(05:29):
breath began to quicken. I rubbed my eyes and opened
them again, willing reality to make itself right again. I
did this several times over, but each time I opened
my eyes to an endless void. I was stuck. Next,
I screamed for help. I called out for Jane or Eliza,
(05:50):
for my parents. I screamed until my lungs were tired,
and it felt like I was choking on razors barely
traveled at all. Then nothing only swallowed it up. When
I could no longer scream, I began to cry quietly,
(06:12):
and no frame of reference for how long it had been.
At this point it felt like hours or maybe days.
Gradually I became aware of another sound, a distant melodic whine.
Each time it started up again, my ear drums pulsed uncomfortably.
The closest way I can describe such a sonic experience
as if you were to funnel one hundred overlapping whale
(06:36):
songs through a long, narrow tube pointed directly into the
cavity of your ear. It was strangely beautiful and too
much all at once. The void was singing to me.
It got closer. I spun around in place, looking for
(06:59):
the source. I could see only pure white. The call
was almost percussive, now so powerfully rhythmic that I felt
each wave ripple through my rib cage louder louder louder.
Something was racing towards me at an impossible speed, like
a massive freighter tearing through ocean waters. I was nothing
(07:20):
but a tiny swimmer in the path of its hull.
Soon it would crush me. The song swelled in a
deafening roar. I tried to plug my ears, but the
vibration was everywhere. It had found the resonant frequency of
my bones. My brain jostled around in my skull. Every
inch of my body felt like it was running through
a tumbler while being pulled apart like taffy. I couldn't think,
(07:43):
I couldn't breathe. I just I wanted it to be over,
so I let it in. I prayed for the nothing
to take me away. A skyleap employee found me at
the bottom of the foam pit. Several hours later. The
(08:05):
park was closing. By then all the other guests had
gone home. The arcade was dark and quiet. My parents
were waiting at the edge as I was dragged out
of my claustrophobic prison, gasping for air. That was the
first time I saw my mother cry. My cousins were there, too,
(08:28):
staying behind to help with the search. That claimed that
I'd wandered off while no one was looking. Years later,
Jane admitted to me what she and Eliza had actually
seen on that fateful birthday. It didn't make sense, she
told me. Her parents refused to believe the truth. But
(08:49):
I know what I saw. You jumped and then you
didn't come down. We thought you were gone forever. One
more detail about this recollection strikes me as bizarre. I'd
always been small for my age. My cousins stood about
(09:11):
a head above me. But after that day, I swear
this is true. I was the same high as them
for the first time in my childhood. We were I
to I, he either kids, it's me, mister creepy pasta.
(09:39):
I just want to say thank you guys for watching
Connight's video listening to tonight's episode of the podcast. Also,
I want to give a huge thank you to everybody
on this list of patreons. If you'd like to join
this list of names that I frequently mispronounced, you could
check the description in the link down below, which I
really appreciate because this helps me one keep the lights on,
and two helps me pay authors for the stories that
you hear on this channel. Also, I want to give
a huge thank you to everybody on this list of patreons.
Some of these amazing folks are Diana Krauss, Acid System,
(10:01):
Blake Rattler, Brandon Mendoza, Renda Crow, Tawtuna Chicago hit Man,
Corey Kensha Crusader, joke about Dakota Best, Daniel Poulsen, Don
taking Kaid enchanted buns as to Bean Hadie's nephew Himbo,
Jerry how a Minute, Second Time, Inger, Girt Salstrom, Jay Kerns, Jettis,
Pat mcmod Mister Marcus Splitz, Psychomel Plant, Pis Red, Shadow Cat,
Remember the Sun, Salty Surprise, Samor l in Seclude, Simbas,
Bloody Mojo Sky, Harper Smiley, the Psychotic Sully Man, Tolly Sue,
Team Lao seventy six, the demended Voice in your Head,
(10:22):
the Chavez Brothers, the Joker Brus, Tommy Walters, Vice, Roy Scorn,
William Wellington, You're bro Keegan Zubub and Shadow Gardens. A
huge thank you to you guys, everybody who shows up
in the description down below, and honestly anybody who can
pledge even just like one dollar a month, You guys
are absolutely amazing. I cannot continue doing this channel without
you and your support means the world to me, and
that goes to everybody, not just on Patreon, but honestly
just you guys out there who just subscribe, those guys
(10:44):
out there who are just listening or putting on the
NonStop radio live stream while it's running in their sleep.
I appreciate you guys greatly, especially during this kind of
rough time for me, having you guys around, and I
mean this wholeheartedly. It is incredibly so okay, thank you,
thank you for being here, thanks for being a part
of this, and as always, folks, sweet dreams.
This happened when I was very young. I have since
confirmed the details with two relatives who were present that day,
though I am the only one who experienced the event firsthand.
For my cousin's eleventh birthday, we all went to Skyleeb
Trampoline Park. Have you ever been to one of those places?
(00:22):
It's usually a massive, high ceilinged warehouse filled with rows
in rows of trampolines stretching across the entire length of
the building. In more reputable ones, there is a safety
net around the edge so that the kids don't fly
off and crack their heads. Sky Leap has safety nets.
(00:42):
They had other things too, in arcade at cafeteria, laser tag, dance, dance,
revolution pads, the works. The whole place had an outer
space theme. I remember ever since I'd seen a NASA
documentary on the Discovery Channel, I'd become obsessed with the
idea of space travel. Safe to say, I was in heaven.
(01:05):
Mannequins and astronaut suits hung from the ceiling on cables.
Airbrushed black light murals of planets and little green aliens
and flying saucers decorated every wall. A massive Neon sign
over the entryway would periodically flicker to life, reading one
small step for man, one giant leap for Mankind, with
(01:27):
a heroic signing voice delivering the quote from a nearby speaker.
This park also had a foam pit. It was off
in a secluded corner of the trampoline area, and there
was a lime green launch pad area, so you could
really get a head start before bouncing in and landing
in a giant pile of squishy foam blocks. I wasn't
(01:50):
the most adventurous kid. Jane and Eliza, my twin cousins,
were two years older than me. I was always trying
to prove that I could be as brave as they were.
Approached the foam pit. The two of them leaped in
right away, giggling amongst themselves. I hung back, I'm sure,
and I stood at the start of the launch pad,
(02:10):
considering my options. I noticed tiny words scrawled onto the
wall beside me in white paint pen They read rules
for the nothing zone. One don't close your eyes, two,
don't scream. Three if it finds you, let it in.
(02:39):
I squinted for a moment, trying to comprehend it. What
was the nothing zone? What's taking you so long? Jewels.
Eliza yelled from the pit, Are you scared? Tease Jane.
I frowned and shook my head, readying myself to jump in.
I sprinted forward. Blood rushed in my ears, and when
(03:01):
I reached the bouncy edge of the launch pad, I
tried to spring as hard as I could, so as
to make the most impressive arc. I strenched my eyes closed.
Then then I was airborne. My stomach flopped and a
scream escaped as I flailed mid air, suddenly giddy and
(03:22):
terrified and out of control. I did not come down.
My limbs were weightless, stretched out, sort of like when
I let myself float in the pool, had back muscles relaxed.
(03:43):
My whole body felt buoyant. I imagine this was what
it was like to be a balloon, thinking of the
rainbow cluster tied to the party table in the cafeteria.
Once I'd got in a helium balloon for my own birthday.
It was one of those fancy metallic ones you get
preinflated from the super, predictably shaped like a little astronaut.
(04:04):
In my eagerness to bring it home, I tripped and
fallen in the parking lot scraping my knees. By the
time I noticed the string had left my hand, my
astronaut was thirty feet in the air and ascending up
and up until it was a tiny speck against the
(04:24):
cloudless blue sky. When I opened my eyes, I didn't
see Jane or Eliza or the foam pit. I saw nothing,
a blank, white expanse stretching out as far as I
could see. I tried to turn my body, but found
(04:46):
that I could only twist my head and shoulders a
few degrees in either direction. I kicked my feet in arms,
but with nothing to hang on to, I only succeeded
in wiggling in place. Frustrated, I tried again. By trial
and error, I found that swinging my arms from side
to side allowed me to spin ever so slowly behind me.
(05:09):
My surroundings were more of the same, white, empty, blinding white.
No floor, no ceiling, no sky, no horizon line. My
(05:29):
breath began to quicken. I rubbed my eyes and opened
them again, willing reality to make itself right again. I
did this several times over, but each time I opened
my eyes to an endless void. I was stuck. Next,
I screamed for help. I called out for Jane or Eliza,
(05:50):
for my parents. I screamed until my lungs were tired,
and it felt like I was choking on razors barely
traveled at all. Then nothing only swallowed it up. When
I could no longer scream, I began to cry quietly,
(06:12):
and no frame of reference for how long it had been.
At this point it felt like hours or maybe days.
Gradually I became aware of another sound, a distant melodic whine.
Each time it started up again, my ear drums pulsed uncomfortably.
The closest way I can describe such a sonic experience
as if you were to funnel one hundred overlapping whale
(06:36):
songs through a long, narrow tube pointed directly into the
cavity of your ear. It was strangely beautiful and too
much all at once. The void was singing to me.
It got closer. I spun around in place, looking for
(06:59):
the source. I could see only pure white. The call
was almost percussive, now so powerfully rhythmic that I felt
each wave ripple through my rib cage louder louder louder.
Something was racing towards me at an impossible speed, like
a massive freighter tearing through ocean waters. I was nothing
(07:20):
but a tiny swimmer in the path of its hull.
Soon it would crush me. The song swelled in a
deafening roar. I tried to plug my ears, but the
vibration was everywhere. It had found the resonant frequency of
my bones. My brain jostled around in my skull. Every
inch of my body felt like it was running through
a tumbler while being pulled apart like taffy. I couldn't think,
(07:43):
I couldn't breathe. I just I wanted it to be over,
so I let it in. I prayed for the nothing
to take me away. A skyleap employee found me at
the bottom of the foam pit. Several hours later. The
(08:05):
park was closing. By then all the other guests had
gone home. The arcade was dark and quiet. My parents
were waiting at the edge as I was dragged out
of my claustrophobic prison, gasping for air. That was the
first time I saw my mother cry. My cousins were there, too,
(08:28):
staying behind to help with the search. That claimed that
I'd wandered off while no one was looking. Years later,
Jane admitted to me what she and Eliza had actually
seen on that fateful birthday. It didn't make sense, she
told me. Her parents refused to believe the truth. But
(08:49):
I know what I saw. You jumped and then you
didn't come down. We thought you were gone forever. One
more detail about this recollection strikes me as bizarre. I'd
always been small for my age. My cousins stood about
(09:11):
a head above me. But after that day, I swear
this is true. I was the same high as them
for the first time in my childhood. We were I
to I, he either kids, it's me, mister creepy pasta.
(09:39):
I just want to say thank you guys for watching
Connight's video listening to tonight's episode of the podcast. Also,
I want to give a huge thank you to everybody
on this list of patreons. If you'd like to join
this list of names that I frequently mispronounced, you could
check the description in the link down below, which I
really appreciate because this helps me one keep the lights on,
and two helps me pay authors for the stories that
you hear on this channel. Also, I want to give
a huge thank you to everybody on this list of patreons.
Some of these amazing folks are Diana Krauss, Acid System,
(10:01):
Blake Rattler, Brandon Mendoza, Renda Crow, Tawtuna Chicago hit Man,
Corey Kensha Crusader, joke about Dakota Best, Daniel Poulsen, Don
taking Kaid enchanted buns as to Bean Hadie's nephew Himbo,
Jerry how a Minute, Second Time, Inger, Girt Salstrom, Jay Kerns, Jettis,
Pat mcmod Mister Marcus Splitz, Psychomel Plant, Pis Red, Shadow Cat,
Remember the Sun, Salty Surprise, Samor l in Seclude, Simbas,
Bloody Mojo Sky, Harper Smiley, the Psychotic Sully Man, Tolly Sue,
Team Lao seventy six, the demended Voice in your Head,
(10:22):
the Chavez Brothers, the Joker Brus, Tommy Walters, Vice, Roy Scorn,
William Wellington, You're bro Keegan Zubub and Shadow Gardens. A
huge thank you to you guys, everybody who shows up
in the description down below, and honestly anybody who can
pledge even just like one dollar a month, You guys
are absolutely amazing. I cannot continue doing this channel without
you and your support means the world to me, and
that goes to everybody, not just on Patreon, but honestly
just you guys out there who just subscribe, those guys
(10:44):
out there who are just listening or putting on the
NonStop radio live stream while it's running in their sleep.
I appreciate you guys greatly, especially during this kind of
rough time for me, having you guys around, and I
mean this wholeheartedly. It is incredibly so okay, thank you,
thank you for being here, thanks for being a part
of this, and as always, folks, sweet dreams.
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