"Hanging Man Hill" Creepypasta

Gaston South Carolina is a lonely little place sitting just south of Columbia along three two one it's just a small crumb off the misshapen piece of pie on the United States plate that we call South Carolina his population has almost never gone over two thousand and it is only three point four square miles across in all directions it feels even lonelier when you come from a place like Roanoke Virginia after mom lost the job we moved to the only place where the rest of our family resided good old South cackalacky I had always been moping on the trip the whole time on the way down there the way I will saw it the only friends I was going to be making here were fire ants and that inferno of a Sun once we got settled in at 3 or 4 Dixie Anna Drive I always remembered the dress because the number and it was carved into the driveway and it spelled ho if you looked at it upside down I immediately set out into the neighborhood in search of friends I didn't know how to ride a bike at the time and I barely knew how to ride a skateboard so I petered down a long stretch of road directly across from the front of the house and my cheap little Walmart board until I came to a small cul-de-sac that seemed to go uphill sitting outside on his French bawd was a chubby kid with glasses that looked about 10 or 11 about my age at the time I really had no one else to talk to so I asked what his name was and he told me that it was Terry he liked being outside a lot and I didn't but we both seemed to like video games with that we would get along just fine there was one thing that he hadn't told me over the next few weeks that we spent riding around the neighborhood he was into scary movies I was a massive chicken when it came to anything that seemed intends I'm forcing you to change your underwear every five minutes so I didn't really like this aspect of him even worse he had tons of horror movie action figures and loads of VHS tapes of all the creepy movies you could think of stacked in his room every time I came to visit he was almost certain to scare the living bejesus out of me with one of those creepy Freddy Krueger dolls or forced me to watch the Texas Chainsaw Massacre with him in the dark his room wasn't really that nice-looking to begin with he had a bunk bed he was an only child and only his grandmother lived with him in which he slept on the bottom and all his slash effects and action figures slept in the top there were loads of holes in the walls and everything had a generally grimy feel to it it made those horrifying moments of watching pure terror in the dark all the more icky one day when he realized that I pretty much hated any kind of horror movies he threw at me he began telling me of urban legends some of them were about the town as a whole but more than not they were about our particular neighborhood I didn't really believe any of them that is until he told me about the hanging man Hill it was about a year after we had met each other and we were riding around the neighborhood by this time Terry had told me to man up and he had ventually taught me how to ride a bike he stopped when we were riding in front of a house we had simply entitled the crack Shack due to the residents being stoned out of their minds on a regular basis he seemed to be peering out at a small pathway behind the place that went up the father back you when he was usually the leader when it came to showing me new places the neighborhood so I didn't question a thing when he beckoned me to follow him up the trail it was a pretty steep climb up the side of the hill with plenty of sand and rocks to send anyone not being careful straight back down it felt as though the trees were getting tighter and tighter on us until we reached the large opening on the top besides the anti soda bottles and used condoms the only man-made thing in the area that I could see were long stretches of telephone poles going across a series of sandy dry hills if not for the two strips of heavy forests on either side of these hills might have gone on forever the area didn't seem to have any particular importance I had expected him to bring me to some awful Cemetery but in the dying light of the late afternoon sky those rolling hills looked beautiful I thought that he might try some desperate last attempt to scare me but instead he just turned to me with the most serious and grim face I'd ever seen on him there we are hanging man Hill he whispered hanging man Hill said another one of your stories sort of except this one's true I rolled my eyes at the thought how did he possibly expect me to believe a of his stories he just kept staring at me with that face waiting for me to respond how could this even be a hanging man Hill there's no hanging man and there's at least five dozen Hills here right out there look he pointed his finger towards the nearest telephone pole sitting between the two closest Hills to us a small creek no more than five feet across run between two Hills and went onward into that never-ending forest there were no hanging men but the pole itself seemed to be more ominous than the rest right Terrance he whispered who it wouldn't be hanging man Hill without hanging man would it he bolted down the first hill on that blazing orange bike of his I tried to keep up but Walmart and Sporting Goods don't seem to mix it was a faulty chain of my cheap dull red bike the sticks from the surrounding trees had routed themselves to the ground and were now snagging under the dangling chain with one mighty talker over a huge root on the bike house head over handlebars all the way to the bottom I landed on my knees with a small sploosh sound as my leg hit the water it couldn't have been more than a few inches deep I almost called for help from Terry when I realized that he had stopped at the bottom just before I had tumbled to the creek alongside him his head was peering upwards looking straight at the top of that dark and shadowy looking telephone pole little help I squeaked Terry broke his case with a pole just long enough to wrench me from the creek and get me to my feet after that he stair continued to be faced on seemingly nothing at the top of the pole for the longest time what is it or who is it that you're looking for again I grumbled in frustration I was going to be pretty annoyed if he had taken me down here and all I'd gone out of the trip was a banged up knee I hadn't noticed the pain before because the water in the stream was cool but now it's stung like the dickens for Terrance owner of that small shed just beyond the trees over there he said I hadn't noticed the shed before it's at just behind a large oak it couldn't have been bigger than five outhouses put together after his wife left him he hung himself and the wires just above us cops didn't find much just a charred husk of what used to be a man legend says that whoever is out here at his exact time of death gets strung up on the wires with him oh and do tell when would that be for once he broke his serious tone to give me a goofy I don't know shrug and then he was back to that grim attitude and you're suggesting that we stay here and wait for him despite the many excuses I have to dispute this I think I'm gonna go with it's late and mom is making dinner so I have to go home fine tell your mom that you're sleeping over at my house tomorrow night and I'll do vice-versa with my grandma meet me here at 7:00 against my better judgment I decided that I might as well come what I wanted to do obviously he was lying and if nothing else it would set my mind at ease to see that he was well none of his stories actually seemed to be true up until this point his sudden change of tone had made it slightly more believable when he had told his other stories he was giggling so hard that one might think he had snorted out at least a pound of happy crack when we were headed home just as the last hint of orange had left the sky I asked him why did you get so serious back there you're always such a total goofball I lost my grandpa to avoid Terrance my grandma was with him when it happened haven't you ever wondered why she goes grumpy all the time his grandmother was in fact very crotchety I never bothered to ask why she was that way if this was all some elaborate hoax by Terry I was gonna slap him the next Thursday when this was done that night I had a horrible nightmare like most people I couldn't remember much about it but it had Roy Terence written all over it even though it was roasting on that hot south carolina's night I had woken up with the chills by the time 6:00 p.m. had rolled around I had already packed my old school backpack with with basic equipment like a flashlight and that a bag of chex mix in case we got hungry by 6:30 I'd rolled out into the neighborhood as fast as an overweight eleven-year-old could I had to admit I was actually pretty excited finally at around 655 I arrived to the small Creek where Terry had already set up a small fire Hen was roasting marshmallows if I hadn't decided to show up I would have disappointed him like hell how is this exactly going to work out I was just gonna camp out here all night we don't know when he's supposed to show up I said oh one more half room he had stuffed his face with the marshmallow what he crammed the marshmallow down his throat I said I'll wait all night if I have to whatever I retorted as I plopped down next to his fire he thrown three lighters in it to keep it lit and began to pull out my snacks after about three hours the first of the crickets had begun to sing their endless chirping song as their last streak of Sun had reached its end I had begun to grow irritated and a little bit tired Terry was wide awake his hand glued to the bag of marshmallows he had begun his eternal gaze on the top of the pole Terry and I'm tired if I don't see a crispy dead dude in the next hour I'm out okay his cheeks look out like a squirrel's with another marshmallow I snuggled up to the fire and began to doze off just as I was about to slip into unconsciousness loud Krusty brittle peeling sound echo through the hills and out into the forest I merely sat up my vision was pretty blurred from having almost dozed off but I could make out Terry's shape he was gaping wide-eyed at the top of the pole if there had been a bit of moonlight I might have seen what I was sure to have seen up there but the crescent moon just sat beyond the trees like the shed in an instance Terry was on his bike and flying up the hill bag of marshmallows in hand I managed to pull myself up and get to my bike I began pedaling like a madman when I realized that my chain had popped off stupid damn bike with my eyes adjusting to the darkness I peered back at the top of the pole one more time before I bolted to the top of the hill oh boy Terrence was not so much of a person as he was a sagging shape his flesh dark as the night was clinging to his bones for dear life his facial features though not entirely evidence seemed to be in a constant state of both agony and ecstatic joy and that I that one eye he had left deep in its socket gazed upon me with absolute the hatred and insatiable once just when it seemed that he was ready to climb off of the wire and come for me the weak spine that had been holding his head to that molten pile of flesh and bone snapped sending what was left of his skull tumbling into the fire Terry had started he gave me one glowing burning satisfied grin before disintegrating into a wisp of ash I had been halfway up the hill before I had realized I was moving I followed the bike tracks Terry had left which led further into the hills instead of off to the side where the trail had led back to the neighborhood just as I clawed my way to the top of the hill I saw a thin shape dangling from above oh no I quote Terry's bike that blazing orange bike that he loved so much was left raked at the base of the telephone pole above Terry's body hung limply although it didn't look much like Terry anymore Terry hadn't been on the wise as long as Roy which made it even worse he was charred but not entirely his eyes bulged from his head in constant shock what was left of his hair stood out on end still smoking the seemingly endless wires above entangled Terry's neck like a boa constrictor dangling from his scrawny burnt little arm was a bag of marshmallows melted into his hand from the heat police investigation hadn't done got much they had scoured all throughout the area and had not found any evidence that anyone was ever here I begged them to search the telephone wires but they continued to stay that there was no evidence that anybody had even touched the wires the search continued for three weeks after the police had finally given up Terry's grandmother passed away those last few days she hadn't said anything to anyone at all she only sat and stared at the picture of her and her husband for the remainder of a life after the house had been cleared out the contents of Terry's room were offered to me his entire collection of horror movies action figures and all else was donated to Goodwill my request I went back a few years later we've gone to Gaston to visit our family for a while and I had requested that we stop by the neighborhood any evidence that we had ever been there those few fateful years ago had been swept away by police or the weather now like before there was only useless garbage and telephone poles just as I was getting ready to walk away I caught glimpse of something in the corner of my eye I only saw a tiny bit of it before it fluttered away it was a melted marshmallow bag you

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Length: 18min 22sec (1102 seconds)

Published: Fri Jul 18 2014