"1978" Creepypasta

I like to think I have a nice life I own a cozy three-bedroom home in a quiet neighborhood in the suburbs I have a wife I care about deeply in a nine-year-old son who is my world I enjoy my job as an accountant and I'm well recognized in the community I can confidently say I greatly enjoy living and appreciate all that I have earned I only wish my entire life had been like this you see throughout my teens and early adulthood I suffered from severe anxiety issues stemming from an experience in my youth one that nearly ruined my life I'd done something that haunted me for nearly 15 years it was only after three different psychiatrists and many sleepless nights but I was able to forgive myself and learn to live again fortunately my memories of those days are cloudy and the scars have long healed I will now try my best to recollect the events that unfolded that summer of 1978 as best as I can my memory is a bit faded but I distinctly remember various things in my childhood I remember playing Little League baseball drawing my favorite superheroes the tagger my walls going on bike rides to the corner store to buy candy and baseball cards and staying out late on summer nights to play jailbreak with my neighborhood friends in addition to all of these things I was also a first year Boy Scouts I remember going to Elementary School Auditorium every Wednesday after school dressed in my uniform in a troop of about 15 kids my age I learned all kinds of things from via safety to wildlife preservation as a kid who grow miles away from any forest the lessons seemed incredibly abstract yet entirely fascinating I had never been camping before in my life and the picture these lessons painted appealed to me greatly needless to say after hearing about that year's two-week summer retreat I was determined to attend [Music] my parents are quite protective over me they still are and they were a bit concerned because I'd never left home longer than a day or two but after days of persistent bugging they reluctantly agreed to send me that July I was shipped off to roaring run Boy Scout camp located in Boswell Pennsylvania only about two hours from my home coincidentally it is still a summer camp only under an entirely different name and affiliation as we drove up the beaten gravel path I remember looking in awe at the endless rows of trees and the rustic cabins on either side of the road we came to a wide clearing with all of the main buildings of the camp and I noticed my troop leader in the distance among a handful of other troop leaders organizing their scouts after my parents spoke briefly with my Scoutmaster about various specifics of camp my mother gave me a kiss on the cheek and then they were off I could barely contain my excitement for the week we were paired up with several troops from neighboring towns because only a small amount of us showed up from each troop we placed all our belongings in our cabin blue ridge one of the cabins I saw as I drove into camp afterwards we returned back to the main field and slowly got to know each other's names by playing various games I quickly got to know just about all of them but one in particular stood out to me he was small a lot smaller than the rest of us had been he had frail limbs and messy blond hair and the buttons on his shirt were not evenly buttoned he hadn't said a word since he got there and I noticed a few of the scouts from his troop were pushing him around a bit and picking on him during the games for the sake of anonymity he'll be known as Michael taking the game at hand very seriously I soon disregarded this bodying and continued on I did notice that by the time dinner rolled by several Scouts from the other troops started picking on him as well that night all the scouts on camp gathered to a bonfire located just past the main field in an outdoor auditorium of sorts after reciting our honor code the head counselor stepped forward and informed us about all the great activities ahead of us our swimming canoeing rifle and bow shooting scavenger hunts hikes competitions and nights under the stars all waiting for us and I was ecstatic after a speech on our core responsibilities as Boy Scouts to the environments and community we would dismiss to our cabin for the nights a 10-minute walk from the main field our Scout masters had forgotten something back in the main camp so they left to go retrieve it alone nearly all of the Scout masters began picking on Michael and started rather innocent but it grew a lot worse once another Scouts found a stuffed animal talked under the blankets of Michaels bunk it was a sickly looking creature obviously enduring many years of abuse and quite frail they started throwing the bear back and forth and Michael had no choice but the stand and watch the riots in the cabin began to spread and it came to a point where the ringleaders of the bullying could decide the few of us who weren't picking on him this is my first Boy Scout trip ever I thought to myself I wanted to be one of the cool kids I asked myself what if I'm the next person they start bullying at that ignorant age I somehow thought my life would be over if these two weeks turned sour my cowardice got the best of me and I hit a turning point the start of a series of events that would devastate me for years to follow I went over to Michael's bunk and grabbed to the bear from another scout holding it over Michaels head with a strong pole I ripped its head clean off and the entire cabin boomed with Ross has cotton rained from the now decapitated bear the lock on Michaels face turned from frustration to a depressing frown a dumb knock on his face is still burned into my memory for a brief moment I felt a wave of extreme guilt I'd been raised better and I knew my mom would be disappointed if she knew however and quickly forgot about it as the entire cabin continued that outbursts of laughter and praised me with comments I was in just as the scoutmasters returned one of them shouted what on earth is going on in here Neil grew silent expecting to pay the price for destroying the bear Michael showed little emotion he gathered the cotton he could from the floor and retreated to his bunk without saying a word we expected him to tell on us but all he did was pull the covers on top of him and lay silently we thought we had just looked out god I wish Michael had just spoken up and got us in trouble right then and there my 15 minutes of fame had gotten to my head and I longed to be praised more it was odd I didn't dislike Michael and I resorted to calling him names and pushing him around just for the shallow acceptance of my peers as I write about it now a great deal of guilt and shame is returning if only I had known what my actions would lead to a day passes it is now the third day I'm unsure if this is still customary for Boy Scouts but back then we all had a few pieces of equipment to look after particularly our mess tins which we used for breakfast lunch and dinner on the third afternoon of camp just before lunch I had a perfect joke in mind I talked with the other kids in my cabin and convinced them all to leave their mess tins on their bunks so that we could force Michael to run back and retrieve them though pretty innocent compared to the other things Michael put up with that week my cabin mates thought it was brilliant this is where it all began we all piled into the chow hall and found our seats Michael was last to walk in and took a seat at the end of the table with his head down messed in in hand I spoke up hey Michael we all kind of forgot I messed into the cabin think you could get them for us pal a few of the guys chuckled Michael didn't move I spoke up Michael it'll be a real shame if you didn't listen to us now get our mess tins reluctantly Michael got up and what out the door I can't believe you got him to do that one kid said what a puss another said he'll a man the gate to my right said to me you know what got a pretty great hoot about it ten minutes pass the heck is taking him so long I'm hungry I said he's probably fondling all of our mess tins one said a pansy better get his ass back here another said thirty minutes pass no Michael he probably just got lost I thought to myself an hour passes we all figured he defied us to stay in the cabin with anteye stomachs we were furious and planned to deal hell when we found him we arrived back at the cabin no Michael but our mess tins were missing from our beds the Scoutmaster had noticed Michaels absence and had us come with them to see if he was somewhere back in the main camp they left us in the main field while they searched 30 more minutes past it hadn't hit any of us that anything bad could have happened he probably had to take a crap when Kate said we all laughed mainly had the profanity ma scoutmasters seem to have been gone forever so we started to play games in the woods we had just finished our third game of tag when we heard something coming down the road two police cruisers came into light drove past us toward the main building I think we all had an idea there was something wrong but looked for explanations you think this is about Michael one said no way there's probably just a bear or something you know they said logical for us at 10 years old it was about six hours past lunch and we had nothing to do but lay in the grassy clearing just as before we heard a sound coming down the road only much louder an influx of cars began coming up the mountain our parents yes but their cars are also accompanied by police cars mixed in between them more than I had ever seen at one time I recognized Johnstown Police Department on the side of a few of them but they were from a small city at least 30 minutes away one by one we were intercepted by her parents and taken back down the beaten gravel road I was one of the last but just as the others I saw my parents calmed the road once my father saw me he stopped the car and they both got out come on sweetie camp is over my mother said I responded but it's only been three days why she paused almost as if she were thinking of what to say a little boy went missing so the police are going to help find him they just want to look for him without the other canvass getting in the way I'm sure he just wandered into the forest made sense I thought what was most peculiar is at that moment I hadn't even made the connection to Michel must have been some other kid I thought no way I had anything to do with this I was pretty devastated that my week at camp ended so abruptly but I got in the car and went home nonetheless two weeks had passed and I finally made the connection that Michael may have been the one who went missing funny how a young kid can so easily ignore the most logical explanation I noticed my parents had been acting a bit differently they wouldn't allow me to attend the summer Boy Scout meetings anymore and I was almost positive I heard my mother say she would never let a son leave the house again over the phone had I done something wrong [Music] little by little I began to make ends meet and thoughts of Michael came into my head I grew the intense curiosity only young kids are capable of having and approached my father several times any time I asked about a missing boy he would look away and respond to my question with I'm not sure I haven't been checking the newspaper much lately I knew he was lying every day before work my father was accustomed to lounging in the couch to catch up on sports and local news it was clear there was something he was hiding from me I knew he had a habit of leaving old newspapers on his nightstand so I went to investigate while he was at work just as I had hoped newspapers stretching back three weeks later for me starting from the oldest I looked through them in hopes of finding my answer uh-huh dated the day after camp was canceled I noticed the headline search begins for Jena town area Boy Scout Michels picture covered the front page that must have been it I escaped a week ahead and found another search party for missing Boy Scout called off within the article it described the mysterious disappearance of Michel who was last seen in the chow hall with his fellow Scouts escaped several more days in my stomach turned sour bodily remains of child found a local Boy Scout camp the headline made me sick but I continued reading below is what I remember of the article once the search party was called off roaring run was reopened and campus returned he was very hot and humid that week and those who stayed in Blue Ridge complained of a foul stench in the cabin the first few days as the second week came by a stench grew and bearable and camp maintenance went to the cabin looking to find the source the first thing they noticed was an abnormally loose floorboard near the center of the cabin when they uncovered the board and made a shocking discovery underneath was the mangled decomposing body of a young boy partially buried by several mess tins our mess tins the crevice he was jammed in was filled with blood and his face was bludgeoned almost beyond recognition the only piece of evidence they found was a bloodied the capitated bear in his hands with a note inside reading Spiker there were no witnesses suspects I hadn't fully realized what the course of my actions accomplished but as I grew older the guilt grew stronger and I once nearly resorted to suicide my actions killed an innocent human being if I hadn't sent Michael back to get our damn mess tins he would probably still be here fortunately after many years I'm finally able to forgive myself of my actions so long ago roaring run was closed permanently and the land was purchased by a logging company who used it for about ten years the land lay untouched until 1998 when it was purchased by a Marine Corps general who turned it into a youth mental camp every once in a while when I visit my parents and take a trip to the local library and view the same archived headlines I discovered all those years ago it's weird what once caused me such pain and guilt for the greater part of my life has left me desensitized though sometimes I can still see his desperate face that night I ruined his bear if only I'd known what was in store for the summer of 1978 still what does spiked fur mean [Music] you

Channel: CreepsMcPasta

Views: 273,904

Rating: 4.8731952 out of 5

Keywords: creepypasta, creepy pasta, creepypastas, creepypasta reading, horror stories, creepsmcpasta, horror, scary story, Scary Stories, creepypasta stories, paranormal, asmr, podcast, reddit, nosleep

Id: Ushkn9UkQuE

Length: 20min 54sec (1254 seconds)

Published: Fri Nov 30 2018