"Between the Lilies" Creepypasta

she fell in love with the cottage as soon as she'd seen it we driven for an hour and at first my wife had been the most unsure of us both but once we was standing in front of it she was sold it was a sultry summer's day the sky above blew and his deep as the ocean a sea of white petal flowers populated the grassy field and there we were both of us just two little dots among the lilies looking across the place we would call home the cottage was perfect while I'd grown up in the city I'd always pined for somewhere less hectic a place with trees and rolling fields Susanne wanted to stay near her friends and family I could understand that but I hoped that soon we'd have kids when that happened I dearly wanted to bring them up in the countryside but I believed I'd have an uphill battle to persuade my wife that moving was the right decision pay whatever they asked Suzanne had said smiling at the red cottage its flaking white window frames blacks lasered roof an oak door all from another era it was a place of sanctuary from the modern world sitting on its own among the fields at the end of a diminutive path barely big enough for my car I was shocked by how Suzanne had fallen for the cottage I'd visited once myself before that day and I knew it would be perfect too right from staring out from the attic window across the glorious fields but Suzanne had always been a city proud and yet there she was her red hair and ruby lips beaming towards me and happiness that I found the place our place we moved in three weeks later and for the first month I would say that it's the closest the two of us have ever come to bliss we visit ourselves decorating and moving our things suzanne often sat looking out to the field in front of the house a million lilies in bloom their long stems and white flowers waving in the breeze it was idyllic a few weeks later two things occurred which I now know we're omens of what was to come a veiled threat one morning I was up in the attic arranging my desk by the window when I felt something peculiar the sense of being stared at I happen to look out and I was right there in the lily field stood a man it was a hot summer's morning and yet he was dressed strangely in what I can only describe as old clothes a fashion from another time with long white shirt sleeves which looked as though they're being covered in soil and black trousers of a bygone era I assumed that he'd been working in the farmer's field somewhere in the area but that didn't explain his intense gaze while he was too far away for me to say much about his features it was clear that he was staring at the house though now instead of looking at the window where I stood his uneasy attention seemed to be aimed beneath me I climbed down from the attic and then descended the stairs to the ground floor to tell Suzanne about the strange man in the field but when I did so he was gone Suzanne didn't say much of anything to me she just let out a sigh of acknowledgement and continued to stare out and the lilies the next night I woke to Suzanne sitting in a bed a sweat-drenched skin glistened in the moonlight her chest moving in and out with a panting breath her eyes were open trained on the end of the bed I looked there for a moment and saw nothing I'm not sure why I did that perhaps deep down I knew that we were not alone I slowly lay Suzanne back down it's ok Susie it's just a bad dream I said she did not respond at first the whites of her eyes widened pronounced as she stared upward vacantly but then the words came out of her mouth dreams hell for the living she then closed the rise and within a few minutes her breathing account and she was sound asleep I lay awake for a time after those words never leave in my mind dreams are held for the living but in the morning the Sun came and with it the comfort of living in the real world where always well concrete and obvious several weeks later I had to leave for a couple of days to meet a publisher in London she was interested in making the deal once my current one expired it was a pretty big thing for me I would hopefully set us up financially for many years to come I didn't think that anything would be wrong when I returned Susie had smiled and kissed me on their lips as I left wishing me good luck even after three years of marriage her beauty he surprised me held me in its trends as I drove away I counted myself lucky the perfect wife the perfect home and perhaps now the perfect career if everything went well indeed things did go well a returned home two days later with a contract and a bottle of champagne ready to celebrate it was a beautiful day bright bleaching Sun on the road and as I reached the red cottage in paradise I was struck by the field of lilies opposite how they shone brightly against the tall green grass and if it were possible they were even whiter than before when I pulled into the stone driveway realizing quickly that something seemed off the doors of the cottage and all the old flaking windows were lying wide open to the summer air there was no sign of Suzanne I walked in holding the bottle of champagne in my hand in victory I tried to smile waiting to greet my wife with the good news there was a sinking feeling in my soul and all I could think of was to find Suzy and make sure she was okay honey I'm home a little joke entrance I often made when returning from a trip we both loved old black-and-white films and we often laughed at how husbands seem to announce their arrival loudly an artifact of a bygone era but there was no answer outside I heard a bee buzzing around the flowers under the windowsill out there life was abundant and in full bloom but inside the house was as still as a grave my heart raced as the sinking feeling took hold I tried to recover from it as I moved up the staircase to the first floor honey are you here I said quieter than before how I wish those words hadn't been answered but they were a voice from our bedroom replied yes she is here it was old rasped and unwelcoming I rushed to the bedroom door now brandishing the champagne is a weapon but when the door opened all I could see was Susanne sitting on the edge of her bed with her back to me looking out through the window to the Lily's in the field Susanne I said are you ok I approached slowly reaching my hand out to a shoulder but before I touched a silky white skin a young woman's voice came from the other side of that beautiful head of red hair alone at night he came for me I froze for a moment and a strange thought ran through my mind this is not my wife I walked in front of her half expecting to see her face I did not know but no it was Suzanne her gaze transfixed by the window Suze I said loudly and with that she looked up at me It was as if nothing strange had happened she smiled lovingly stood up and threw her arms around me kissing me so how did it go it went well a three-book deal I said still unsettled at the strange voices which had greeted me she then walked off downstairs taking me by the hand we started getting dinner ready I chopped all the veg Suzanne prepared the steak but nothing else was said and when I broached the subject later and asked about the strange old voice I heard from the room she said she had no recollection of it and must have been sleepwalking after taking a nap but what worried me the most was that she seemed unfazed other lack of memory like it was to be expected three nights later I realized how quickly things were escalating I woke in the night to an empty bed the dark clouds outside bought at any moonlight from the sky in the world around me felt cold like a rotten body covered by a shroud outlining its end Susy I said slowly wiping the sleep away from my eyes but she was not there the room make hold an empty like an unoccupied - then I heard the front door downstairs moving in the breeze gently rattling against the wall it was open and I knew then that Suzanne had wandered out into the dark alone and probably unaware I quickly pulled down some clothes ready to run downstairs and into the world below but as I passed the window in our bedroom something caught my eye a gray outline in the field opposite our house my eyes struggled with their lack of sight but there was no doubt Susy was standing among the lilies still her white nightgown blood by the starless sky in just a few steps I was out of the room down the stairs and through the open front door the gravel crunch for need my feet as I ran down the driveway with each footfall I was getting nearer the road and then to the field of lilies but the sound of my chase brought a realisation into my mind there was no other sound to speak of no crickets chirping in the night of things scurrying in the undergrowth it was as if the entire scene had been caught on canvas a reflection of something which was once alive now only a shadow of life as I approached the road I could see Susy standing there among the flowers they've reached up motionless brushing against the waist entangled by the long grass Susy I shouted as I rushed between the lilies but she did not respond obviously still caught in the trance of a dream a trickle of red made its way from her shoulder across a white milky arm dropping to the ground from her fingers my god Susy you're hurt I stepped forward to hold her and make sure she was okay but that was when I heard the voice you shouldn't be here and I recognized it immediately I turned to see Susanne standing behind me a horrid chill ran up my neck I spun around to see the woman I'd believed to be my wife wandering away through the lilies kneeling down and disappearing into the darkness of the night obscured by the grass and flowers I rushed forward who could see no one there on the ground who who was that I asked Suzanne nervously poking through my otherwise steady voice dreams are held for the living Susy said but this time her voice seems aged and what she then turned around and started walking back to the cottage I file it quickly but never for a moment taking my eyes away from the lily field behind unreached the front door of the cottage I looked back once more only to see the field empty but in that void of nights as a breeze came in to gently shake the lilies and grass I knew we were not alone someone was staring at us from the darkness and in my mind for the briefest moment I thought I saw the man covered in soil as I had done before whether it was only a shadow brought forth by the weirwood mind I do not know the next day Susanne had no recollection of what had happened she had gone back to sleep and in the morning seemed none the worse for her nocturnal wanderings except that she complained a feeling very tired almost drained I told her about what had happened but again what disturbed me was that she seemed so dismissive of it it wasn't that she didn't believe me It was as if she didn't care don't worry dear everything is fine that was the response she gave me but in her eyes I saw something else a distance growing between us more importantly between her in the world she wasn't concerned about the woman in the field nor was she concerned that she could have been hurt sleepwalking she didn't seem concerned at all the next night I couldn't sleep the air was stifling and the heat from the day son had been locked in by the blackened clouds above in a way I was thankful for their lack of rest as it allowed me to catch Suzanne as he tried to leave the room once more I gently guided her back into bed and when she lay down she looked at me her pupil was wide adjusting to the lack of light she opened the mouth and snipped in that gravid voice you're a bothersome one aren't you Suzanne please just go back to sleep I said trying to hide my apprehension at the voice and in the same rasping tone she muttered I'll be dealing with you two more nights passed and I was becoming exhausted I had to get some sleep but I feared for Susie's safety if I didn't and so I took some precautions I stole her key to the house from her bag and kept it in my nightstand at least that way she'd be stuck inside the house when sleepwalking I wasn't prepared for the response I woke during the night to a pounding sound and muffled hard repetitive knocking rising slowly I saw that the bed was empty I knew the noise must have been Suzanne but I was hesitant at first the thought of a woman in the lily field still haunted me but while I worried that a stranger could be in my home my priority was making sure my wife was safe slowly descending the stairs I flipped on an old light switch I could see Suzanne standing at the front door the light from the staircase cascading forward breaking the darkness below she was just standing there rhythmically banging her head against the wood of the door Susie stop that I cried out she did as I asked and slowly turned to face me I recalled in horror it wasn't Susanna but the woman in the field I stumbled backwards as she walked slowly towards me blood trickled down her arm and she walked with a strange gait staggered disjointed motion her face was as pale as snow get out of my house they yelled stumbling backwards and whacking my back against the stairs she came forward one pale foot in front of the other and began to climb the stairs her white eyed stare never leaving me I was terrified and looking upon her filled me with dread as I tried to pull myself up the woman crouched and leaned over me as I lay there her long red hair dangling touching my face her hands either side of me on the steps her body pressed against me forcefully she's with us between the lilies she said staring at me then nothing the woman just remained frozen her mouth lying open and her eyes glazed over I touched the hand next to my face it was icy cold I was staring into the eyes of something vacant empty a shell an unseen breath then seeped out of her open mouth sounding not unlike gas hissing quietly her head slowly bowed as if a neck would no longer support it then her body went limp and she collapsed her icy body lay on top of me and although my first instinct was the violently pusher to the side and searched for my wife I knew I did not have to look far the warm loving fragrance from Suzanne's hair vanquished my fear gently I pushed the red hair from the side of the woman's face but all I could see were my wife's beautiful features asleep and tranquil I carried Suzanne to bed and lair there switching on a small lamp I pulled an armchair next to her and watched as her long deep breaths continued until morning when she woke she smiled and again dismissed the entire hideous night as a combination of simple sleepwalking and a lack of rest of my part in terms of believing she was someone else momentarily but I was not having that as an explanation call me superstitious but I've always believed in something out there and the vastness of the world unseen forces if you will and while I'd never encountered the supernatural before I was certain that that was exactly we were facing I was also certain that it wasn't the house exactly but the lily field which seemed to be the epicenter of the phenomenon the sauce which calls to my wife my mind went back to the man I'd seen in the field somehow I felt he was the curse whether spectral or human I therefore tried to remedy the situation I said we should move but the first time I suggested it Susanne just laughed it off and said she was happy at the cottage oh dear honestly this is all in your head she said whether it is or not I'm not happy here and we always said if one of us didn't like it we'd move I replied trying to be as diplomatic as possible then her voice changed slightly it was hers but not hers as if two different personalities had momentarily mixed you should leave the somber voice said I knew at that moment at the strange nightly occurrences had crossed the boundary they have made it to the daytime my mind that only meant that the influence was grown stronger and my wife was slowly being consumed by something evil there was no persuading her as the day's wore on it felt as though she was growing more distant sometimes not answering my questions at all she was fixated staring out at the ladies and then at night I would have to stop her from leaving her house in a sleep I found a doctor but when she arrived to look at Susanne she thought there was nothing wrong and no wonder my wife suddenly came to life as a doctor arrived preparing completely healthy and sound of mind but when the doctor left Susanne smiled at me but not with kindness not with a usual love it had been replaced usurped by menace and malice in equal measure I began to grow desperate I felt I was losing her losing the woman I loved more than life to something out there something uncanny that's when I decided to really take matters into my own hands I felt terrible doing it but I crushed up some sleeping pills and put them in Suzanne's tea once she was sound asleep I jointly lay her on our bed kiss the head and left I drove as quickly as I could and within 30 minutes I was at Windham town hall there I gained access to the town records specifically looking for any information I could find about the cottage that damned field which lay nearby perhaps the history of the place could provide some explanation and maybe even a cure sitting there in the old musty records office surrounded by stacks of yellowing papers I eventually found what I was looking for in some way there was relief to find a reason for my wife's affliction and that it came from the field and to hope that if I took her to somewhere new she would recover but as I read on the horror of what I was up against made itself known I found little about the cottage itself but in some old newspaper clippings from 1894 the mystery was revealed at that time Wyndham and the surrounding countryside was caught in fear a panic which was not easily forgotten several young women had gone missing and the local police initially explaining the disappearances Runaways finally had to admit the possibility that there was a killer in the midst that someone in or near the town was a brutal murderer the disappearances continued for nearly five years the police never turning up a suspect until suddenly the kidnapping stopped but just as I was about to move on to another batch of files something caught my eye it was a newspaper clipping from 1899 when the killings ceased apparently the wind armed Herold received an anonymous letter at the time which read to whom in may concern I recently discovered that a loved one is the man you have labeled the wind dam snatcher while I cannot reveal his identity for fear of shaming my family I wish to convey my sincerest high fell thoughts for those taken and murdered by him I have done something terrible but there was no option left to me I have killed him in his sleep and buried his body with those of his victims all I can hope is that there his soul will pay for his crimes and that all those poor women can rest known justice has been done he will never again terrorize the people of Wyndham but for me his memory holds a twisted Pole at night I hear the whispers there is no going back there is no coming back dreams are held for the living sincerely a at once it all made sense to me I rushed out of the town hall and into my car as I raced along the country roads outside the town towards my home the sky is thinned above I had to get there as quickly as possible and hopefully if Suzanne was still under the effects of the sleeping pills Potter in the car and drive her away from the place never to return turning under the single track road which led to the cottage the last wisps of daylight gave up their claim and relented to the dark when I drove into our driveway my heart raced at what I saw the downstairs window at the front of the house was smashed and along the broken shards of glass which stuck upward from the bottom of the frame blood dripped to the ground below what terrified me most was not that Suzanne was obviously gone from the cottage but that the glass has smashed inwards someone had entered the house first terror fear panic call it what you may but they all came to roost in my soul Suzanne I screamed in desperation but there was no answer the night was still and as I had noticed before our sound could be heard no crickets no rustling of leaves nothing I did not need to check the house because I knew where my wife must have gone I turned slowly to look across the road the stones in the driveway crunched under my feet as I neared the lily field there in the darkness I could see her wandering between the stems which seems higher than before somehow their white flowers reaching above a waist brushing against the white nightgown without thinking I rushed across the road and through the sea of flowers towards my wife but as I neared confusion took me there was another woman in the field would further run a few more to the sides and as I turn around I could see more pallid lifeless blocking the way I come how many there were I could not tell twenty thirty maybe I had no idea which one was Suzanne they're empty expressions seemingly robbing each of them are their personality I then realized that they were moving seamlessly as one towards the heart of a field and as I too moved forward I could see what they were drawn to a tall figure stood there the man his face covered by night his clothes old and covered in soil I could feel his gaze seeping into me he was calling all of them to him his victims their bodies somewhere beneath the lily field intertwined with his own there's poor shadows of emptiness all that remained how often had they been called by their master how many times had they risen to meet him only to be trained further to sustain his spectral form they shuffled onward like moths to a flame I had to find my wife before she became the wind and snow just latest victim we have to get the hell out of there I ran ahead to the first woman I'd seen but she was not my wife her hair black against their ghostly skin another then another each time I was presented with a different face they all had the same expression wide eyed and vacant closer they drew to the man in the field but snatcher of life I confronted another of the women shouting my wife's name is louder I could I'd finally found my Suzi I barely recognized her she looked so drawn so pale so ill looking into her wide-open eyes it was as if she were almost empty the flame of the woman I loved nearly extinguished seeing Suzanne that way are the evil presence in that place I tried to take her from me I grew angry you won't have her I screamed I tried to lift Suzanne up onto my shoulders but as soon as I touched her she began to cry out help me she screamed kicking our legs and clawing at my face I wrapped my arms around her and we gun dragging her through in lilies the flowers snapping up as we moved it was at the moment that I looked up the place was silent and yet the pale figures in the field were still there they had turned towards me each wearing the same vacant look on their face slowly they began to move shuffling through the tall grass and flowers towards me with that unearthly gait all the while the shadowy figure of their master watching from a distance No leave us alone I yelled but I wasn't fast enough they closed in and Suzanne looked up at me as I tried to pull her as quickly as I could through the undergrowth in that old rasping voice which I now knew was the voice of a man she spoke she belongs to us between the lilies and then grabs my neck from behind another pulling up my arm then another scratched at my face nails dragging down into my skin I fell to the ground blood trickling to my eyes as my wife was torn from me Susie I said half dazed she turned her back to me and hand in hand with the other women of the field she walked towards the twisted puppet master at the heart of it leaving me alone in a tall grass I knew there and then I only had one chance to put end to that madness to save Susie and myself from being consumed by the place staggering I made my way as fast as I could away from the field to the cottage in a small shed out back I found what I needed when I returned to the field what I saw terrified me more than any side I'd ever beheld standing around the heart of the field the pale figures joined hand-in-hand forming a large circle an at its center Susie approached the soil covered figure the cause of this tragedy I clearly said to work as the snatcher wrapped his hands around Susie's slender neck I would rather watch that place burn than allow him to touch my wife again opening the petrol can I'd take him from the shed I ducked out of sight beneath it's all grass then began pouring there was enough just as I pour the fuel in a circle around the women of the field and their master suddenly I heard a shriek a thick accusatory sound like broken stones but it was a voice this time coming from him the one who had blighted that place with his hatred a century before the one who had taken so many from their families now arisen again to add Susy to his coven of lost souls he had seen me the women turned from their circle as their master yelled his hands still firmly round Suzanne's neck as he began to choke her the pallid white figures moved silently through the lilies towards me I quickly opened a box of matches and struck lighting one of them but as I thrust the flame towards the petrol sudden ground a hand burst upward through the dirt it was a woman's gray and rotten and it's flaking fingers wrapped around my wrists I dropped the match and like a beacon of hope a circle of fire rose around them all McKellar the lost souls and poor suzanne accord at the putrid hand which held my wrists pulling it towards the fire touched by the flame it released me and that was when I made my move I left through the flames and headed straight for the center of the circle there he was his hands around my Susie's neck worms crawled across the skin as bone and rotten muscle protruded from his face dirt and soil festered where once there are eyes she's mine his seed through decayed teeth charging at him I was able to break his hold screams Rose the crescendo around me as smoke and flame closed in wet where am I Susie said confused from the ground as the flames grew higher and the heat unbearable I lefted my wife onto my shoulders and darted towards where the ring of fire seemed weakest as we fled nothing evil could pass through it I did not look back until we reached the cottage we both stood there hanging out from the broken window towards the field as the fire turned to SOT charcoal and dust it's been three weeks since that night after the fire I informed the local police that I believe the field was the resting place of over 30 women who disappeared nearly a century ago a small X equation was carried out and indeed the bodies were found each a victim of the man they called the wind arm snatcher who he was no one has been able to tell so far but his body was found that is the only detail which truly perplexed the police though it did not surprise me at all the corpse was not found beneath the earth and dirt but instead lying lifeless in the middle of the now cremated field of flowers suzanne has little memory of what took place she seems back to her old self for the most part occasionally I find her sitting almost motionless her gaze distant as if she's contemplating something important what I do not know as for me I'm fine you may find this surprising but we're back at the cottage right now as I write this I felt as though whatever evil resided here is now gone and Suzanne seems very happy when I suggested that we give it another go what surprises me most as I type this is the field opposite other lilies have returned more vibrant than ever yes I would say all in all we are as happy as we've ever been except for the odd dream or two I have such visions here strange shapes moving in the night they frighten me but I think I will go to them just for a while I will go there was no going back there is no comeback dreams a hell for the living

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Published: Fri Jul 08 2016