"Baby Monitors" Creepypasta │ by Manen_Lyset

when I was in high school my friends and I had a peculiar pastime like any teenage delinquent we like to cause trouble we weren't vandals we didn't deal drugs and we certainly didn't bully kids in school no we like to scare the living crap out of new parents by hacking their baby monitors we were insufferable little Punk's who thought we were too good to get caught and that our little acts of mischief would go unpunished one night however I learned my lesson and I realized that I wasn't quite as bulletproof as my tremendous adolescent ego made me out to be Dimitry Kurt and I went to the same school shared many of the same classes and hung out almost every evening after dinner we watched prank shows and played video games talked about who had the nicest rack in school one evening we were trading scary stories at the park Kurt shared the classic story about a single mother who heard a haunting voice on her baby monitor like most horror stories it sounded like total but Dimitri told us it had happened to his mom once on her own monitor she heard a neighbor's singing to her baby apparently it was possible to accidentally tap into someone else's frequency in an instant a lightbulb turned on inside of our heads when you're close enough to someone you don't need words to know what that person is thinking and we could all tell we were thinking the exact same thing we were going to buy a baby monitor and screw with people pardon the pun but hacking a baby monitor is child's play all you need to do is find a device on the same frequency as yours never one to do half-ass things I purchased a high end monitor with a frequency dial so we could prank as many targets as possible the following night we took our bikes roamed the neighborhood and found our first victim we could see the nursery from the Suburbans home 2nd floor window dimitri grabbed the baby monitor and began tuning it to different frequencies until we heard breathing I remember feeling excited as our plan finally came to fruition Dmitri pressed the button and began exhaling heavily into the receiver your little girl was delicious he murmured using a demonic voice the light in the master bedroom turned on almost immediately and we heard a shrill scream laughing our asses off we quickly brought off down the street so we wouldn't get caught we repeated the prank several times over the course of the following weeks each taking turns talking through the monitor not wanting anyone to get wise to our little game we chose different houses every time people's reactions were priceless some mothers would reply in a panic others seemed to know it was a hoax and told us to just shut the hell up and one poor woman even started sobbing uncontrollably begging us not to hurt her baby I kind of felt bad about that last one now that I'm older but it was hilarious to me back then my friends and I mimicked her high-pitched bawling and desperate cries for mercy for weeks afterwards yeah we were assholes but Karma's a cruel mistress and I got what was coming to me one night curtain Demetria were busy studying for their midterms so I went out on my own by then we'd gotten pretty much everyone in the surrounding area so I decided to venture off across town into unfamiliar territory finding a target wasn't difficult you just had to look for cars with baby seats houses with overly colorful cartoon themed curtains or toys left in the yard I came across the house that fit all three criteria and parked my bike out of you playing with the tuner I eventually found the right frequency I could hear the sound of a baby's snoring very lightly a devious little smirk pushed its way into my lips and my heart began pounding with excitement it was my time to shine watch I whispered into the monitor using the creepiest voice I could muster the house remained dark and lifeless I figured the homeowners hadn't heard me I stand over your bed watching waiting I will get you I said louder this time nothing just the sounds of crickets chirping and the occasional dull roar of car driving down the street was a little odd parents usually reacted much quicker than that I began feeling a little nervous and somewhat exposed you know like when you suddenly realize some creepers gawking at you it was getting late and I had a long bike ride home just as I was about to give up and leave I heard a strange gurgling sound coming from the monitor the quiet rhythmic snores ceased and I had assumed the baby had woken up and was about to start crying but instead a man spoke to me you're the one being watched one he said softly my stomach pure wedded as his words how did he know my name I felt sick something was very wrong and I could feel it in my bones I glanced up at the nursery window and saw a silhouette standing there watching me had he'd been there the whole time the air was thick and difficult to inhale though perhaps fear was making it hard to breathe my body quivered uncontrollably as a sense of dread poured into every inch of me I climbed on my bike pedaling desperately to get away part of me thought I was overreacting but the overwhelming need to flee empowered my rational mind you can't run I know where you live one continued the man even as I turned the corner I flew down the street not stopping until I reached a busy Boulevard surrounded by cars and a few late-night joggers I felt safe yo D will run red with your blood boy said the man still talking through the baby monitor in my pocket a passerby gave me a nasty look as I Yelp loudly in fear practically ripping my hoodie in my frantic attempt to remove it to the stranger I must have looked like some snotty kid tripping balls or something he didn't know I was in genuine distress so I don't blame him for walking off with an insulted huff though I wish he had offered to help me instead after stuffing my hoodie into my backpack I noticed my name scrawled on the back of it it was my damn school jacket no wonder that bastard knew my name it then occurred to me that baby monitors were fairly short-range so I was obviously being followed i nervously glanced around to try and identify my stalker was at the empty looking band on the street the guy walking his dog the car that had just driven by either way the last thing I wanted was to hear that voice again so I turned off the device and started pedaling towards my home fear had heightened my senses and I began to notice every motion of the trees in the breeze every crackle of twigs under my wheels and every car that said passed me I flinched whenever anyone came near paranoid that whoever had spoken to me through that baby monitor was going to catch up fortunately I made it home without incident I parked my bike in my garage and crawled up the stairs to my bedroom in one careless motion I tossed my backpack in the baby monitor in the corner of my room and douve under my sheets like an Olympic swimmer it doesn't matter how old you are nothing feels safer than being under your blanket I closed my eyes hoping I'd be able to calm down enough to catch a few hours of rest before class but then I heard static coming from the monitor across the room the monitor that was supposed to be off sweet dreams WOD said the voice that still haunts my nightmares needless to say I didn't sleep a wink that night I was too frightened to get out of bed until sunrise when I got up my first order of business was to remove the battery from the monitor and throw it in the trash I didn't want anything to do with it anymore I came up with an excuse to give my buddies so they wouldn't think I was a huge wuss with massive bags under my eyes I got dressed had breakfast and went to school it wasn't until a few days later that I saw that house on the news in an interview a police officer explained that the small family who had been living in that house had been found in their beds necks slit open I had been outside when it happened the killer had heard me on the baby monitor and decided to mess with me it was definitely a wake-up call and I think my lucky stars that I hadn't gotten murdered I was too busy feeling thankful that I survived to feel bad about the family that hadn't empathy like wisdom comes with age now that I'm an adult with a wife and daughter I truly understand the consequences of my actions and the severity of the situation I put myself in as a tremendously stupid teenage boy that dreadful night I thought I had reached the epitome of fear but it was just the tip of the iceberg as a father I now know that fear thrives and multiplies when there's something more precious than your own life at stake I can't say for sure whether the killer found me again after all these years or whether a new breed of idiots had the same idea as my friends and I had but I can tell you that I now understand what true terror is last night I heard something on our baby monitor that sent chills into my very soul shackling me with a paralyzing fear that I doubt will ever leave me I'm still watching you

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Length: 13min 53sec (833 seconds)

Published: Thu Jun 18 2015