CREEPYPASTA | They Came From The Sea

hey guys how's it going this is that name welcome back to a new creepypasta reading really enjoyed reading this one I love the descriptions and how the author was able to pull together a pretty solid story in a pretty short time it's titled they came from the sea now as always turn out the lights get comfortable and let the story begin alien invasions it's been so overdone it's turned into a never-ending cliche there are hundreds of films I've watched them all love them all now they just make me think the pickup I'm driving shakes as I break the ABS is stuck on due to an internal computer malfunction I pulled to the side of the road looking down a small cul-de-sac the house is vacant windows broken as the empty darkness inside stares back at me most of the houses are missing their front doors scratch marks littering the outsides I pull up to a house it's red door hanging from one rusty hinge a basketball hoop lies in the front yard decaying into the soft ground I used to live here I close my eyes as instance of my life - behind my lids floating somewhere in the tiny space of time before the world grew so dark so cold and so empty a faint music fills the air and it draws my attention it's an ice-cream truck the same one I used to race to when I had heard it's listing song money crumpled in tiny clenched fists the speaker's are wheezing the old song as a tire spins lazily in the summer breeze I hum the tune softly to myself singing has always calmed me when I'm nervous I checked the mirrors before cautiously opening the doors my eyes scanning for movement as I tugged the shotgun from the space behind the driver's seat clicking it open to check that it's loaded papers from overturned trash bins flutter against my feet as I make my way to my house making sure not to touch the door busted creak and alert anyone or thing to my presence within the silent universe of my childhood I moved across the muddied white tile silently pausing as I place my foot on the first step I snuck out enough times to know that only the fifth and eighth steps squeal when you press onto them I survey the first two bedrooms their occupants my parents and grandmother long since gone and moved to the old dresser in my parents room my mother's perfume resting upon its smooth surface the only thing untouched in the room filled with splintered furniture and torn clothes I lightly traced my finger along its glossy surface the and the fluid gently swirling as I do my palm closes over it before I comprehend the action bringing it to my pocket before letting it sink to the bottom out of the corner of my eye I catch the colored beads to my room swaying rattling together i shoulder the gun heart beating against the confines of my ribs I fight the urge to call out it would do no good my parents wouldn't hide from me and if it was one of them God I was dead I slowly made my way past the bathroom its door missing shower curtain ripped laying upon the floor shakily I part the beads with one then two then three fingers making the space just large enough to fit through they part with ease and I replace them soundlessly I'll only get the decency of one shot before it'll overtake me I see something move in the corner behind my bed my childhood sheets are ripped and my lamp is laying on the floor still on the silhouette of the broken furniture makes it hard to focus on the movement emanating from behind the mattress leaning against the wall the hammer of the gun takes into place the shattered glass beneath my boots crackling with each step I swallow the insurmountable lump that is congregated in my throat tea is stinging my eyes even after everything that has happened all that I've witnessed I'm still terrified of death my hand touches the exposed foam of the mattress pulling slightly as I study my breathing in one fluid motion I throw the mattress aside mustering more strength than I could ever achieve without the adrenaline pulsing through my veins a hissing noise tears through the room as I pull my gun up tripping over the chair that used to sit at my desk and tumbling toward the ground my head hitting the missing half my bookcase I stumbled to my feet whirling around and fumbling with the trigger before I see what it is I am faced with a small cat stares at me back arched and teeth glinting its tail straight in the air the slits of its eyes widen before jumping through the broken window of my bedroom and disappearing onto the roof laughter immediately peals from me as I bend forward the gun resting in the crooks of my elbows as I cover my face it doesn't stop for a good few minutes before I regain my composure sitting on the mattress now in the corner of my room with tear-stained cheeks I turn my attention to the gray sky beyond the broken glass my stomach turning in hatred we were always so focused on the sky building large machines to shoot radio waves into the dark abyss just outside our reach expecting an answer to the thousands of broadcasts that littered the darkness it was the fad of the times a never-ending search to appease our human need to not be alone in this expanse we call the universe how foolish we were turning our attention to the other worlds when we had failed to adequately explore our own I suppose we learned our lesson it began on a brisk September morning the bodies littered the shores thousands of them covering every beach lining the sand in neat rows they had all drowned man women and children called by some unnamed forms deep into the water before rolling back in with the morning tide lifeless and bloated the pictures were plastered on every media platform available every dorm room at my tiny college echoed with warnings from authorities to stay clear of all oceans it took only a few hours before the first bodies rose their faces covered in a thin layer of excess skin they controlled everything in a matter of days posting on our website taking control of television networks whatever they were they spread quickly all contact with the manding and infection they claimed to be our makers our real gods they'd made us in their image and now they were here to take that image back there was no way for the invasion no justifications but as my father always said not every question has an answer now they taken over nearly everyone cities were left to ruin and suburbs fell apart at the seams sitting on my mattress I recall why I've come my family I had managed to escape the first wave being away at school and deeper toward the center of the country my parents and grandmother did not have my fortune I stand slowly wiping the sweat from my brow everyone had said that I was crazy for going toward the shore the cities there were wastelands filled with memories of the great empire we had built now rotting into the concrete on which it stood how could I have not gone this was my family I couldn't abandon them even if it meant going to the very source of the invasion I make my way back down the stairs searching the living room before moving into the kitchen and then the basement [Music] part of me is relieved that I don't find them there an extra layer of skin stretched over their faces as they sat staring at nothing I had only seen a few and never up close if you were that close to one of them well you usually didn't live to tell the experience I move into the family room the TV is smashed into the fireplace making it appear as if some sadistic version of Santa Claus had delivered the broken present shards of glass resting in the dark wood a soft rustling noise draws my focus from the destroyed room to just outside the large glass windows still intact in the yard there are nearly a dozen figures their bodies slightly shifting from side to side Katie the voice is a raspy whisper but certainly recognizable I hold my brand's order spilling from the corners of my eyes rolling over flushed cheeks dead my voice wavers as I speak losing confidence as I open the screen door and step onto the patio you've come home the figure of my grandmother lives forward the light skin over her features stretching that she smiles beneath the layer of / I cover my mouth with my hand sobbing Shh don't be afraid sweetie it's just us we've come to welcome you my father moves forward as well arms opening to embrace me stay back I shout raising the gun shakily and loosely aiming it in the direction of what was once my father he pauses mid-step turning his head to the side like a confused dog before slowly lowering his arms to his side's I was hoping you wouldn't be so obstinate you're always so like your mother the mass of faceless figures part and something stumbles forward before falling to the ground [Music] my mother is tearing at the white layer partially obscuring her face covering her eyes her favorite sundress was stained with grass and blood fingernails raw and bleeding I retreat backwards falling against the side of the house for support she'll be all right baby my grandmother moves to stand next to my father soon she'll see that we're going to be a family again she just needs to see her little girl agree to my hands loosen on the gun I I can't shoot them I just can't they're wearing their clothes speaking in their voices my mother wails from the grass crawling towards me on instinct I reach for her hand our fingers almost touching before she stops a gentle tremor in her fingertips Katie she asks her voice nothing like the harsh rasps of my father and grandmother I stifle a cry my body shaking as I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand yeah yeah mom it's me I'm here she turns toward me her voice low it's not them but you won't win if it's not them I I love you you'll be okay I clutched the gun with both hands crying into the metal of the barrel smell gunpowder filling my nose I never wanted this I can't say it a voice breaks as she trails off her hand falling to the soft grass as she grips it tightly knuckles wide [Music] do it do you understand do it we we won't win she says voice straining with tears she can no longer shed I remain still as she speaks the film finally beginning into its final descent [Music] covering her mouth entirely she starts suddenly before falling limp convulsing at my feet as she tries to pry the skin from her mouth I stagger away too afraid to touch her too afraid to save my own mother we finally found her in the shed an hour ago my grandmother had inched closer her hands up in supplication my gaze turns toward the tiny barricaded barn a hole gouged in its side the splintered wood around the opening gave it the appearance of a gaping mouth teeth bared such a needless struggle we're simply making the world better filling it with unanimity I wiped my eyes again to use blurring my vision we just want you to be a part of this world you can come with us and it will be painless we promised my grandmother offers her hand to me standing so close that I can see her eyes behind the thin chain I look up at her something in my chest pulling me closer luring me in ok I whisper pulling myself to my full height as I look to my mom in the grass blood seeping from behind the white mask that now covers the face I'd seen a thousand times I'm gonna do it numb I whisper turning to face my grandmother get it to it I slide the guns for my hands tapping the end with my finger my eyes closed as I take in the last view of the memories of my childhood home enjoying the simplicity of the bygone days I hardly feel the gun slide between my teeth the tangy metal permeating my mouth nor do I hear the shot that rings through the air [Music]

Channel: Natenator77

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Id: 3ON3k6mpCrw

Length: 23min 14sec (1394 seconds)

Published: Sat Apr 29 2017