‘‘The Creeping Horror’’ by EmpyrealInvective | The Doc's Campfire Tales

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well my dear friends it seems that a couple of weeks have passed since I last invited you to join me around the campfire now for those of you in the northern hemisphere winter is slowly but surely drawing in so we're better to tell you a story this cold December evening then by the fire now everyone come join me where it's warm I have a little story to tell you my father was always the most caring of men I know many of my friends had had problems with their fathers at some point some were prone to drink and others were quick to anger my father did neither of these things he had no problems expressing his love for my mother and me he was a jovial gregarious man who loved life and loved those around him he had the occasional beer or mixed drink from time to time but never in excess he was a very restrained and moderate man in fact I can only remember one time he yelled me unfairly I was young ten years old or so I was playing with my friend Benjamin in the backyard we lived in rural Simsbury Connecticut the town was surrounded by mountains and deciduous forests we were talking about which monster would win in fights the tomatoes from attack of the killer tomatoes other clowns from killer clowns from outer space the conversation quickly burned out when I taught my friends in a matter-of-fact tone that neither existed so didn't really matter it was then that my friend turned to me and said fake monsters aren't that scary now real monsters they scare the bejesus out of me I was worried that he was about to tell me a bunch of hogwash and try to scare me but my curiosity overcame me I had to hear more about this real monster I paused for a moment before asking him cautiously real monsters what are you talking about Benjamin said don't you know anything man haven't you heard of the creeping fiend I answered in the negative and he told me the story of the creeping horror my friend began they say that there's something around these parts that there's a creature living in the woods my dad told me sword once reached down from the trees and snare a full-grown deer and pull it up into the tree and rip it apart with his bare hands and my father would never lie to me I asked Benjamin what does it look like it looks like a man but he's super skinny like he's never eaten he has an old gas mask on and he wheezes heavily I've been told he's a soldier that came back from World War two that had his lungs rotted by nerve gas I heard that a flamethrower mounted the mass to his face and he could only feed by reducing his prey to a puddle and sucking up the fluids he was unable to live amongst people so they banished him out into the woods Benjamin continued his name comes for the fact that he skulks around the woods and no one knows he's there until you hear him wheezing right behind you but by then it's too late if you hear him don't turn around because he will get you your best bet is to run for your life they say it comes out to anyone who calls his name if you shout out his name five times he'll appear behind you I was a little scared but I knew the Benjamin was probably lying to me I told Ben yeah you are full of it there's no such thing as the creeping fiend he quickly retorted if I'm a liar why don't we try calling him you big chicken I was so angry of being called a coward that I momentarily lost my better judgment I don't like to be scared and there was a likely possibility that I would easily spook myself and send my heart racing I called my friend out if I'm gonna call him and you're gonna call him with me Benjamin reluctantly agreed and we said about calling the creeping horror unbeknownst to me this would set off an irreversible chain of events Benjamin and I stood facing each other just in case he would appear behind one of us we started out in a barely audible whisper creeping horror we paused in uncertainty before continuing a little louder creeping horror my heart was thumping around in my chest creeping horror we practically shouted now maybe it was us doing the calling together but I felt braver we shouted now creeping our I sucked in a deep breath to Rory's name one last time but something stopped me dead in my tracks the door to my house burst open and my father flew out into the yard with a look at Kenton horror mixed with another indiscernible emotion on his face I wouldn't understand that look for many years and when I would finally comprehend it I would tell myself that I would give anything not to recognize it he roared stop Benjamin broke into a dead sprint fearing the tone in my father's voice essentially leaving my ass hanging out to dry my father gripped me by both arms so hard that I thought my bones would break he looked me directly in the eyes and said never say those words again do you understand don't I never saw my father so worked up in my entire life but first I thought he was mad at me for shouting was he angry at me for playing with Benjamin who my mother had called a bad influence that was true a few years later he would fall in with the wrong crowd and vanish of the face of the earth completely later it dawned on me what had incurred that fearful look in my father he was terrified he was horrified of the creeping horror he knew something I didn't had he seen the thing with his own eyes I decided that I needed to get to the bottom of this I couldn't ask my dad so I waited a couple of days when I was along with mom to ask if she knew anything about creeping harm she looked at me quizzically before responding huh it's just old folklore around here it's just a story parents told to their kids when they were younger to keep them from running off I asked did grandpa ever tell Dad the story of the creeping horror she thought for a moment and said you know I don't think he ever mentioned it but probably I could ask him if he wants I answered in the negative I had to do some more sleuthing on my own I lost interest for a few years I was a kid after all and got easily distracted five years would pass before my interest was renewed I was a teenager then and was constantly in competition with my friends we always had to prove who was the strongest the smartest the bravest a few of them liked to boast that they had actually gone into the woods and at the top of their lungs called forth the creeping horror some embellished the story by saying they saw him and escaped while one or two said they'd actually kicked his ass they were quickly singled out as lies all this talk brought about a resurgence of interest in the creeping horror I began tracking the stories back to their roots I asked my friends where they heard the tale most had heard it from their parents who had heard it from their grandparents who in turn had heard it from their great-grandparents I caught a lucky break one day when I was talking to my friend's grandfather he told me why don't you ask your part out all this he's got his own story if the tales are true he lost two of his friends when he was out playing with them he cut himself off and said old age must have made me a gossip ask your father if you want the story I try to press the topic but he would only respond ask your father I knew I couldn't ask my father that so I decided to do a little research at the local library I didn't know the kids names or even what happened to them I went to the library and asked the ancient librarian if she had any local papers from the 60s and 70s she looked at me like I was a huge time sink in her otherwise busy life of sitting behind a desk reading a Harlequin novel I held my ground and insisted that I be allowed to view the records she huffed and took me back to where the microfiche was stored now a little side note research using microfiche is no way fun or intriguing I wholeheartedly agree with movies opting to montages if someone stumble across relevant information within minutes it took a week of going to the library after school asking the same stuffy librarian for permission to use the microfiche who by the end disliked me so much that her hatred was palpable and then tirelessly looking through it for hours before I found something I expected to come across a headline like two Youth mysteriously vanish but what I found instead was much more grisly two local teenager's bodies found in the woods I read and reread the article until I was confident that this was what my friend's grandfather was talking about the article in the newspaper discussed the discovery of two bodies in the woods the bodies were badly decomposed and looked like they've been torn apart by scavengers they were only able to identify the bodies by linking the parents missing person report with the discovery of the corpses the two missing teenagers were named Alan and Justine no leads had been discovered but the police were hopeful the kids were the same age as my dad and had attended the same school I exclaimed it has to be the creeping horror he did this all of a sudden I didn't feel so alone in the back room of the library It was as if the mere mention of his name was enough to call him to me I quickly left the library but the sensation of eyes watching me didn't leave until I arrived home I wanted to talk to my dad but I was afraid of what might happen I didn't know which was a worse outcome he might lose it and scream at me or he might just tell me everything I quietly ate dinner and went up to bed I had trouble sleeping that night just as I was nearing the border between sleep and the waking world I would hear something that would snap me awake I would hear a rasping breath that seemed to be only inches away from me I decided that I had to confront my dad or find out what was making that rasping sound my confrontation with my father went poorly the minute I mentioned his friends his face contorted into a look of pure anguish and fear I stepped so close to me that was fearful that he would smash my toes with his feet and grabbed the collar of my shirts and pulled me close while saying in a tone that could not be disobeyed this is not a fun little mystery to unravel people have died goddamnit I don't want to hear this type of talk ever again do you understand me I left the investigation into the creeping horror alone my father refused to talk and I realized that the only way I could get the full story of his encounter with the fiend was through him since the other two had died I had to let sleeping dogs lie for a couple of nights I heard the sound of heavy breathing just as I was about to fall asleep but that eventually subsided time continued to pass I graduated high school and went to an out-of-state College the next time I would hear of the creeping horror would be from my father's lips as he lay on his deathbed it was late during my senior year in college that I received a panicked call from my mother my father had been in hospice care for the past few months he had pancreatic cancer and people who are familiar with oncology know that the manifestation has an eighty to ninety percent mortality rates depending on when it was discovered my father dealt with ulcers all his adult life or what he thought were ulcers the cancer crept and metastasized through him until there was little to do but wait for the end I drove home as quick as I could and found my mother had basically entered a catatonic state after calling me my father was in bed and creeping towards the end my father asked me to give him a little injection of Demerol to help with the pain I could see from his gaunt body and glassy stare that he was on death's door I gave him the Demerol it took effect almost instantaneously and he relaxed noticeably he told me that he didn't have much longer on this earth and he had something he needed to confess it was now that he told me about the creeping horror and the death of his two friends Alan and Justine he began when I was in junior year in high school I had two close friends I've known Alan all my life and had met Justine freshman year for two long years I carried a candle for Justine ever since I saw her your mother would enter my life much later in college Justine was home-schooled until the first year of high school she and Alan were close friends they actually lived next to one another and when I learned this I was constantly pressuring Alan to set us up he was hesitant and I sometimes wondered if maybe he carried the same feelings for Justine but he eventually relented and said about giving me an opportunity to talk to he gave a series of wet coughs before continuing one day Alan invited Justine and I to hang out we went to his house and packed a lunch while shooting the shit we eventually decided to have a picnic out in the woods and go exploring we all knew of the creeping horror myth but none of us really believed in it I was ecstatic to have this opportunity to make my feelings for Justine known we really didn't know each other socially so the only opportunity I had was through the medium of Alan he played the role perfectly and introduced us and then we ventured out into the woods to explore he continued we quickly tired of exploring and settled down for lunch in the bag I'd been carrying I carved up some bread and cheese and we ate while making small talk in a small hit Dilek clearing I kept glancing over Justine I couldn't help looking at her I just took my breath away I had a serious case of puppy love when we'd finish with lunch Alan suggested that we have some fun and try and called creeping horror justine was at first to post the idea but she quickly relented when I agreed I desperately wanted to prove myself to Justine and this seemed like a viable way we all faced each other and began to call him we needed only to shout his name five times we began creeping horror my eyes were focused on Justine and a smile played across her face creeping horror on you that I was madly in love with this girl creeping her her face it dissolved into uncertainty creeping our her face was sheer terror now she broke away from a screaming she had apparently had some heavy breathing she ran often Allen gave me that commiserating glance that I should be the one to comfort her Appa shooter through the woods and found her a little while later she was close to breaking down in tears and was insistent that she heard the breathing right behind him a suitor with confident words and when she'd calm down I made my feelings know I told her that I wanted to go study with her she accepted my feelings and agreed to go on a date before returning to Allen I planted a kiss on her my first kiss and it took my breath away we returned Alan and we're getting ready to return home when he made the challenge he wanted to complete the summons my father paused for a second and I wondered if he was going to continue on with the story he decided in the affirmative and proceeded I had no desire for tomfoolery but Alan was insistent justine was terrified I realized he wasn't going to back down and consent it but a stipulated that we call the creeping horror as far away from Justine as possible I didn't believe in superstitions but I didn't want to scare her any further Justine agreed to wait in the clearing while me and Alan proceeded further into the woods for this fool's errand we decided that it would be better to call the creepy horror on our own far away from each other so we walked in opposite directions until we could barely hear the other I wanted to be far enough away from Justine that should something spook me I wouldn't embarrass her by crying out like a child he asked if I was ready and I answered yes I swear to God that I would give anything never to have agreed to tempt fate like that but that ship has already sailed we began calling his name creeping horror the forest was deadly quiet our second invocation creeping horror sent our echos rebounding through the trees I heard a twig snap in the distance I figured it was the wildlife in the area being startled by our shouts I shouted a third time creeping horror there was a rustle close by in the underbrush whatever it was he was getting closer to me so I called a game creeping horror I could have sworn that I smelled sulfur were we on hunting grounds was i smelling gunpowder I sucked in another breath and gathered myself before shouting one final time creeping horror I literally wrote it the last time and had to take a few seconds to catch my breath when I did I realized that I wasn't the only one breathing heavily it was almost negligible at first but it slowly grew before I knew it the sound was a few yards behind me it was a sound of breathing it was deep and sounded like was coming through some sort of breathing apparatus that's been a few seconds thinking that it was my overactive imagination but the sound grew louder and closer I knew that if I turn round it would attack me I knew that this was the creeping horror the sound of labored breathing grew closer until it was just a few feet behind me I willed everything in my body to run but I was paralyzed where I stood fear and panic washed over me like a tidal wave I knew that if I try to run the fiend would be on me in a second it was so close that I could hear the dry rattle in its lungs as it haft and huffed behind me I knew my only option was to fight I brought my pocket knife for the bread and cheese for lunch I slowly slid my hand towards my pockets the sound of breathing was just inches away now my fingers glanced the pocket knife then I pulled it up into my hand I could now feel the breaths heating the back of my neck I tightened every muscle in my body to prevent pissing myself and voiding my bowels oh I had to act quickly I'll be concerned to death by the creeping horror I didn't want to be reduced to nothing but a spatter on the bed of the woods when I had so much life left to live I was in the grasp of the creeping horror now it rasped in a low gravelly voice that went right into my ear I'm so hungry I wanted to run I wanted to plead I wanted to be back at home I thought that I was gonna die out there in the woods he asked for another shot of Demerol and I relented I felt the things hot breath on me and I knew that I was at his mercy he leaned in close to my other ear and said your flesh she will be mine that was all it took i whirled around and stabbed behind me the blade pierced flesh and caught on something the creature stumbled backwards and as the adrenaline drained away from me I realized what I had done Justine laid on a bed of leaves gurgling wetly my bladed Pistor throat just below the jaw line she arrived in a panic and clutched at the bloody knife before I could get to her she pulled out the blade and blood flowed from the wound my father paused to compose himself before continuing I knelt by her and put pressure on the wound but it was too deep it was so bloody I told her I loved her she just girdled in shock she died shortly after I wept for a few seconds before I heard Alan exclaim Jesus Christ what happened the pieces slid into place she'd wanted to scare me she crept up behind me breathing heavily like the creeping horror legend she'd only wanted to play a joke on me Alan nailed at the body and pressed a hand to the ragged wound and took her pulse with the other hand he paused a few seconds as if time would prove him wrong it didn't he turned back towards me and was in the process of telling me she's dead we have to call the police when I stabbed him in the chest he tried to stumble back and crawl away but I was on him with my pocket knife I raised the blade several times and brought it down into his body the third step slipped between the ribs and pierced the heart I had panicked and in my fear of being caught in a prank on Ori I had killed my best friend and my girlfriend I listened to his tale in shock he told me how he'd left the bodies where they lied he told me of the months spent in anticipation of being revealed by the police that time never came he said it all with a sense of quasi relief and shame he spoke of the guilt that had grown in him which was compounded by my inquiries into the creepin fiend the very thought of that memory scent wounds deep into his soul it was only now that he was able to confess to his crimes because he was so close to death's door my father the benevolent and loving man had the weight of two souls on his mind he'd spent 30 years for that secret and no one to tell it to it had eaten away at his conscience for thirty fucking years and when he finally told someone I doubt it ease the pain of it at all he wanted to cleanse his conscience but was afraid of the consequences it was then that I learned my father was a coward he couldn't face the consequence and bring consolation to the two families of his friends he fled from the truth and with time the crime eventually became unsolved the man I saw is my hero my role model was nothing more than a coward he asked for another shot of Demerol I gave it to him I plunged the syringe into the small rubber stop bottle and withdrew the entire solution my father watched me with bright and delirious eyes I leaned in close to him and whispered I love you he mumbled something about Justine but he was slipping further each second I'd already given him so much Demerol just a little bit more was all that was needed I pierced his arm with a needle and injected the entire solution into my memory of him was looking into his face his face was eerily similar to the emotions he showed me that one day so long ago when I tried to call the creeping horror with my friend Benjamin the emotions expressed in his face without of unbridled fear and uncontrollable guilt he died look in that way I'm telling you this now because I know that he's dead I killed him he slipped away peacefully after an overdose of Demerol I know that the families of Alan and Justine deserve some sort of respite they deserve justice but that time is gone finally their killer can be revealed at the end of it all I am ambivalent there are two conflicting emotions my childhood admiration and respect that I have for my father and the horror of that terrible secret he bore for over 30 years he was my idol and it was also a fiend capable of unspeakable hearts I won't conclude this story by saying there never was a monster because that's not true the monster wasn't something as simple as flesh and blood nails and fangs the monster isn't isolated in the small town of Simsbury Connecticut it is everywhere it was and is a part of us the creeping horror was my father the day he accidentally murdered his girlfriend and stabbed his best friend to death to protect himself the creeping horror was me that night when I gave him that fatal overdose in some horrible way the creeping horror is inside all of us it is in who we are and what we can become given circumstances that are entirely out of our control thanks for taking the time to drop by and watch this video you know 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