"Fidget's Bar" (Creepypasta)

if you're listening to this I apologize in advance I'm sorry this is so long there's a lot I've been keeping on my shoulders for a long long time I trust all of you here and I had to share my story you don't have to believe me I'm sure most of you won't but I'm laying it all out here now so at least I won't go to my grave with this horrible secret so I'll stop rambling now and lay it down for you for a long time me and my two closest friends Logan and Joel had a ridiculous tradition when one of us had a birthday the birthday boy got pranked a little background on my friends Joel was always the skinny kid no matter how much junk he ate he always seemed to be 10 pounds underweight he usually wore the same clothes t-shirts and jeans if it was cold he wore a hoodie it was warm he wore shorts he had shaggy blond hair that usually fell over his face he couldn't grow facial hair if he tried and believe me he did Joel was naive but endearingly so Logan was the outgoing person in our crew he was athletic outgoing obviously and at least a foot taller than the other two of us he had buzzed black hair and thick eyebrows he came from a family with Mediterranean roots Logan could be very persuasive he had this amazing way of talking himself out of almost any situation he could diffuse people without seeing anything he always said it was his award-winning smile and me you can call me Edward anyway our traditions started when we were high schoolers in the late 90s Joel and I decided to pull a practical joke on Logan for his birthday in July we showed up at his house before he got up and prepped him for the worst morning of his life we almost woke him up giggling like idiots just a few of the highlights we put plastic wrap over his toilet seat we filled the showerhead with red kool-aid powder and replaced his face soap with school glue let's just say he had an interesting morning of course he swore revenge shortly afterward Joel and I got a good laugh out of it since my birthday is in mid-october I would have been next on the list I braced myself for retaliation at first I thought I was off the hook as my birthday came and went on eventful II the prank didn't come until Halloween night I spent the entire evening up in my neighborhood my little cousin trick-or-treating he was dressed as a Secret Service agent complete with a little black suit aviator sunglasses and a coiled earpiece he was even strapped with a plastic pistol and a holster when I got home I was exhausted chasing a nine-year-old kid around and making sure he didn't get run over was a lot more tiring that I had anticipated at the end of the night I ambled to my room like a zambian flung the door open intent on passing out the second my head hit the pillow as soon as my door completely opened an ear piercing siren assaulted my ears instantly triggering my fight-or-flight response and filling me with adrenaline my brain struggled to understand where my body decided to attack the door frame clawing helplessly at the wall I spun around on my heels and bolted in the opposite direction slender my shoulder hard into the doorframe after my senses returned I realized that noise was coming from inside my room when I checked behind my door I found an air horn duct-taped to the wall perfectly aligned with a door handle my instantly knew who was responsible joel of course was next his birthday was in late January Logan and I got together and planned our prank carefully Logan invited roll over for a night of Starcraft Pizza and various sugary junk foods I was also invited but pretended to have other plans so I wouldn't be able to make it well the two of them were hanging out I snuck into Joel's house and kidnapped Rocco his two-year-old Lhasa Apso the next day joel came to school thinking his dog ran away which for him was the cruelest prank of all I actually felt bad and it wasn't long before we told him the truth he didn't speak to either of us for a week after that and so the tradition was born and this went on for years that is until things went wrong one year when we were all in our mid-20s Logan and I ran into each other at a party we hadn't seen each other for a couple of years after catching up we started reminiscing about our old pranks it was only a matter of time before we had formulated a plot to prank Joel the first part of the plan was to invite him to Logan's grandfather's cabin for a weekend it was situated in the woods by a lake about three hours out of town of course stroll knowing his birthday was just around the corner and the fact that we hadn't hung out in a while immediately suspected foul play and called us out on the prank miraculously we were able to convince him that we were done pranking and to grown-up for dirty tricks when we finally got out to the cabin we actually had a great time bonding and doing buddy stuff this basically amounted to drinking goofing off and telling ghost stories around the fire pit behind the cabin the second night half we were good and toasted the second part of the plan was engaged we were passing a cigarette around when Logan suggested we take his grandpa's boat out into the lake he to go fishing catch the little fuckers while they sleep he said laughing this was after all a tradition of ours as well the three of us had fished together countless times on that Lake over the years and this was a good a time as any it was cold but not cold enough for the lake to freeze we climbed into the boat and I paddled us out to the center of the glassy lake I could see my friend's breath puffing out and swirly wisps we then proceeded to drunkenly fumble through an old stained tackle box attempting to bait hooks suddenly Logan shuddered at me Hey be more careful he grabbed his left hand his blood ran down his finger you slashed me with your hook jackass I stood up in the boat you did that yourself you drunken idiot I fired back Logan stood up and shoved me with his good hand he forced me back down to the sitting position within moments we were wrestling and rolling around on the floor the small fiberglass boat stopped it the boats gonna tip over Joel yelled helplessly I let go and Logan stood up abruptly to yell something at me he lost his balance suddenly pitching off the side of the boat he fell backwards almost swallowed up by the black water instantly he sank like a stone holy shit shit joel screamed looking over the edge into the water it was too dark to see our friend he wasn't thrashing around and he didn't seem to be surfacing either I pointed a flashlight into the water Joel quickly hit the switch on his Duracell headlamp the beams cut into the murky lake but apparently not deep enough to make contact first there were bubbles lots of them then there was nothing do something shouted Joel on the verge of tears Joel's head was on the swivel checking back and forth for Logan in the water we silently Shawn our lives from point to point looking for any sign logan was just gone Joel turned to me his head lamp shining into my eyes what the hell man he said he was crying now Logan's a good swimmer it doesn't make sense Joel slumped back into the boat and cradled his face in his hands I leaned back over the boats edge shining my light again Logan was nowhere to be found now of course I knew Logan was a good swimmer he was an exceptional swimmer as a matter of fact he spent time at the lake every summer growing up he was such a good swimmer that joel didn't realize he had swam under the boat and towards fidgets bar a small island near the center of the lake the actual name was box island if you were to look it up on a map in an age-long past Logan's grandfather had an Australian Shepherd named fidget and he named the island after the pooch allegedly long before they did so we always called it digits bar the island was only a hundred feet or so away from where our boat was situated so I had no doubt that the swim was a breeze to Logan at this moment Joel looked back at me again do something why don't we do something I started to remember back in high school when we made Joel think his dog had run away and that feeling of guilt and that the joke had maybe gone a little too far I saw Joel's face now his eyes red and swollen his nose running his hands were trembling I shuddered - Joel let's go over to pictus Bart and regroup I grabbed the oars and started to pedal it in the direction of the island joel grabbed onto the front of the boat anxiously soon the boat made landfall scraping ashore joel sprung out and pulled the front of the boat in he yanked hard as I was getting up and I fell backwards into the boat I didn't say anything as I was climbing out of the boat Joel was already stripping his clothes off what are you doing Joel I asked I'm going in after him he shuddered as he pulled his shirt off look Joel I started but he was not hearing any of it Joel waded out until he was waist-deep in the frigid water of the lake I shut it after him Joel it was a prank Logan's here on the island as the word prank it escaped my mouth I could see Joel's shoulders go out he didn't turn around but he was frozen in place there was a long pause as I stood at the shore into the fiberglass boat looking the other Joel an icy wind dragged across the surface of a lake the trees on the island behind us thrashed around in the gust for a moment my eyes caught the moon in the sky when I looked up just for a moment the hit came next and I didn't expect it Joel's fist collided with the bridge of my nose hard I heard a pop then nothing and then I was on the ground the cold wind was still blowing but for the moment my face was hot I heard a ringing in my ears for a few seconds Joel paced around the rocky shore when the wind stopped blowing it was suddenly eerily quiet on the shore thickets Bar I stood up and saw the troll was standing with his back to me still shirtless shoeless and tawny wearing wet boxer shorts his ribs stuck out as he breathed I didn't say a word but started to pick up his clothes once I had gathered all of his stuff I handed it over to him Joel took the clothes and got dressed meanwhile I sat down and lit a cigarette around my hand over my face and felt my nose my hand came back bloody so Joel asked me quietly where is Logan now I pointed my thumb behind me at the thick mass of trees leading into absolute darkness I have no idea you should be here on the bar somewhere I pulled myself to my feet and looked into the dark of the woods there was no noise on fidgets bar the wind had ceased to howl and the trees stood still in silent Joel and I stood side-by-side at the precipice of darkness it occurred to me that I had never actually explored the island before neither had Joel to my knowledge logan used to talk about blazing trails in the brush of the bar with his grandpa that was years ago presently we stood at the edge of the dark woods with no real knowledge of what lie ahead one fact remained Logan hadn't shown himself yet then Joel inhales sharply and took a step towards the woods he flipped the switch on his head web casting a beam into the darkness of a forest I turned my flashlight on and followed suit Joel's head was on a swivel sweeping back and forth to dimly reveal our surroundings together we walked upon what appeared to be a trail that led deep into the trees of fidgets bar up ahead there seemed to be some kind of clearing at this point I wanted to find my friend and get the hell off the island I wasn't upset about the punch I deserved it probably mostly I was still in shock of what had happened and regretting the whole prank idea also something felt wrong we hadn't discussed hiding on the island like this we should have seen Logan by now the original plan was to regroup on the island and then Logan would jump out scare Joel and that would have been the end of it Joel would have laughed you got me and we would have headed back to the cabin for more drinks and shenanigans this plan had gone sour and I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach I couldn't think up ahead in the clear and we could see a well it was an old-fashioned well-built from stone with a pulley suspended above the rusted crank looked like it hadn't been touched in ages ferns and spindly vines of I had grown around the base of the well and coiled up around the wooden frame above no rope or bucket to be seen just beyond the well nearly swallowed by trees was a small Shack buried in underbrush I couldn't hear a single sound here for a brief moment I felt as though I might have hurt my ears when Joel hit me or maybe it was a fall there were no birds no voices no wind no nothing but still missin silence in the forest finally the noise it wasn't you inaudible at first then it grew it was a voice calling out I recognized that his Logan's initially I was flooded with relief but his voice sounded far away in echoed Joel and I ran towards the sound which appeared to be coming from inside the shack it was a dilapidated old building not much larger than an attached garage once we looked into one of the foggy cracked windows it was obvious that someone sometime lived in there most of the windows were broken or covered in branches the siding was unpainted the roof collapsed the front door had once been painted green that was all bubbled and rotten splitting from the inside one hard push from Joel the door disintegrated we went inside and saw a pale blue table turned upside down with a heap of broken chairs nearby there was some utensils scattered about the floor as well as broken plates and a rusted out kettle a pile of ancient newspapers bound in string were stacked to the ceiling in one corner held in place was wet and smelled like mildew then we heard the voice again Logan's voice it didn't seem to be coming from the house this time No it was coming from below us some winner Joel and I noticed this at the same time and started searching the damp floor for a trapdoor a hatch of some kind to get below the shack I pushed the pile of newspapers over and they fell to the floor with a heavy thump meanwhile Joel was throwing the rotted old chair parts aside looking underneath it occurred to me the part of the floor we were standing on was actually matted with the remains of an area rug I push with my shoes to try to move it but it seemed to be fused to the floor I dropped to my knees and felt around for a scene it was in vain we didn't find anything after our exhaustive search we went outside to look for a cellar hatch or anything to get to Logan's voice below I realized that almost immediately when I stepped out onto the crude porch the well the two of us made our way over to the ancient looking stone well we stood on either side and peered down Joel's headlamp cut down aways but the bottom of the well remained dark hey Logan are you down there Joel yelled too low again can you hear us and then Logan's voice echoed up hey you guys made it finally Joel gave me an inquisitive look um what are you doing down there Joel said to the darkness of the well there was no answer Logan I said how the hell did you get down there finally his voice came back hey remember we made Joel think his dog was gone Joel and I exchanged glances again yeah I remember Joel said smartly I'm right here dick Logan's voice again hey eh it is really cold down here how do we get you out so fucking cold you guys Logan's voice said give us a second Logan we'll think of something I shouted grabbing Joel's jacket and pulling him away from the well when we were a few feet away from the well I pulled joel close enough that our faces were nearly touching Joel he's not making any sense I know what do you think he's doing down there Joel asked me maybe he fell he might be in shock maybe there's another way down there we should ask him we went back to the opening of the well and I shouted down Logan is there another way into the well it was a long silence logan shouted joel the well said Logan's voice finally what are you talking about you're in a well Logan I said back hey said Logan's voice you should really come to have you it's still awfully cold when Logan's voice said delightfully cold something sounded wrong about his voice it was almost sing-songy and chilled me to the bone Joel and I looked at each other again I could see the fear in Joel's face Joel whispered what the fuck is he talking about Logan's voice rolls up in the darkness again because I'm good with that era one didn't we had I had almost forgotten the airhorn on Halloween all those years ago yeah you got me I said now let's get you out of there don't you want to go home yeah Logan this Islands creepy as hell Joel said down the well maybe we can lower something down for you to grab on to Logan's voice came back [Music] we need to get you out of there I said back there's no way in hell we're coming down it's such a beautiful day looking sending that strange sing-songy voice again and that was the last time I ever heard Logan's voice Joel and I shouted for him for nearly an hour before we decided to go back to the cabin and call the police for the following week the search crew including the local police searched fidgets bar top to bottom they combed the entire 1/2 mile long stretch of forest without finding anything after that they searched the lake police boats dredge the lake for days until finally they found something nine days after the search began they found what they were looking for Logan's body was extracted from the lake about 80 yards away from the shore of fidgets bar the police would tell us his neck was broken when Logan fell from the boat he hit his head on a large submerged rock his death was instant they told us it would have been dead before he was completely in the water because of the sudden trauma he exhale DARP Lee sank to the bottom they said he never drew another brand so if Logan was dead when he hit the water who did we talk to in the forest on fidgets bar whose voice was it now you understand why my story needed to be told like I said I don't expect you to believe me but why would you it's crazy but at least it's out there and you can decide for yourself if you made it this far I hope you'll follow me on Twitter at Kings spook creepy also if you're feeling generous I'd appreciate it if you donate even a dollar to my patreon over at patreon.com slash King spook every dollar helps the hope is eventually I'll be able to get enough through patreon that I can do this full-time thanks for watching

Channel: KingSpook

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Keywords: Creepypasta, KingSpook

Id: hERtSTBctUQ

Length: 29min 25sec (1765 seconds)

Published: Sun Jun 09 2019