"He Who Listens for Wishes" Creepypasta│by Manen_Lyset

it was late in the evening and I was sitting alone on a park bench hand on the phone in my coat pocket hoping beyond hope it would start vibrating she hadn't returned any of my calls so far but maybe this time the message I had left was good enough to change her mind every fiber in my body was hoping and begging she would a man approached from across the park his footfalls so quiet he had gone from a blip in the distance to sitting on the next bench over without me even noticing it would have been courteous to bid him good evening but I was too focused on the device between my fingers to pay him any mind I heard a deep intake of air not dissimilar to one a child would take right before bursting into song or screaming the man spoke loud enough for me to hear I wish she'd call me back his voice was soft and peaceful like a father reading a bedtime story though his words had derailed my train of thought it was the sight of his intense unbreaking gaze in my peripheral vision which urged me to respond excuse me I turned to him and found myself a little taken aback by his appearance he was dressed all in black wearing a trilby polished shoes clean dress pants and a long coat stretching from his knees to his shoulders he had a short well-groomed beard and strong cheekbones beneath his unblinking stare even seated I could tell he was quite tall and I questioned how someone of his stature might have been so light on their feet his lower eyelids were pronounced almost swollen as though he had been awake for days or crying for hours but the telltale redness of either affliction was missing as he grinned sheepishly at me his lids arched upwards and with the glow from the street light above made his eyes look like crescent moons gleaming in the night sky he was definitely he interesting to look at he almost looked as though he had been plucked from another time period he touched his gloved fingertips together and then dangled has now combined hands between his parted knees that's what you were thinking just now I wish she'd call me back isn't that right I found myself nodding to him had it been that obvious you know the old saying about wishes he SATA who was this man what was he doing parading around the streets and that antiquated getup of his why had he felt the need to come bother me I forced a chuckle trying to make it sound more amused than annoyed though the scale clearly tipped towards the latter huh yeah well I'm not asking the universe for much ear his stare intensified to the point of making me tense I could feel my toes going cold as they gripped the soles of my shoes I wanted to shoo him away but there was something about him I found interesting I found myself uncharacteristically enraptured by him as though his charisma was a web and I was an insect may I tell you a story he asked Ike worked a brow at the odd request he didn't smell drunk nor look too disturbed in any way but still my mind screamed No unfortunately my mouth was far too polite to vocalize what my brain was urging me to say sure his smile intensified and his Halfmoon eyes narrowed into waxing crescent marvelous he removed his hat and held it against his chest with one hand while the other cupped his knee underneath his head was a thin carpet of receding dirty blond hair just about the same length as his beard and mustache the man rotated towards me and wasted no time starting his story I knew a man once much like you he winked at me he too was sitting on a park bench much like this one stewing over his latest failed relationship she had just started out as just another notch in his belt but he'd grown quite fond of her he even started contemplating starting a family with her I had been looking at rings the weekend before she ghosted me out of the blue she had just stopped answering my calls no fight no goodbye message nothing I can relate I mumbled he hummed looking at me with his signature sheepish grin can't we all so what happened to your friend he laughed oh he wasn't a friend more like he paused and squinted as though deep in thought then continued more like a client of sorts well this man sat on a park bench and watched her house and called her over and over again wishing bagging and praying she'd pick up she never did of course but all those wishes he sent out into the ether were bound to fall on prying ears and so on a night much like tonight as the man was on the verge of tears and staring at his phone a handsome well-dressed very suave stranger approached him and offered him a deal I snorted let me guess sell his soul for a phone call the man returned the laugh Oh My heavens no while the handsome stranger did have some mysterious powers they were nothing of that sort no no what he asked for was one year one single year of his life in exchange for a guaranteed phone call you see the stranger this attractive kind charismatic stranger had the ability to act as sort of again he squinted turning his eyes and de crescent moons in the process a kind of supernatural telephone operator of sorts he could guarantee a man's call would go through hell he could let any person speak to anyone they desired all in exchange for a single year of their life I snorted and twirled my fingers around my temples a few times sounds like a crazy guy to me the man shuffled closer and leaned in his deep brown eyes looking into mine with overwhelming intensity maybe he was but if so then there'd be no harm in agreeing to the bargain would there and if his claims were legitimate well he paused to smirk at me then what's a one year what would anyone have to lose one less year in the twilight of his life half there have not soiled tiny itty-bitty year in exchange for the potential of reuniting with his beloved and living a lifetime of happiness by their side this the man decided was a bargain he accepted the strangers deal one year of his life for a phone call I loosened my tie and looked up at her apartment building the lights were off and the curtains were drawn was she already asleep or had she gone out drinking with friends again so the guy actually said yes I asked the man nodded enthusiastically why of course I was skeptical in my experience if a woman doesn't want to answer she's not going to answer nothing is going to change that you can only sit back and hope she'd return the call and it worked I asked his call went through he smiled with such excitement he looked almost 20 years younger why he it most certainly did the handsome stranger was no liar my leg twitched and I jumped had my phone just vibrated no it wasn't vibrating just a muscle spasm I sighed so why are you telling me this my boy it's simple I simply wish to make you the same offer I made him I chuckled again a year of my life for a phone call I could see you're skeptical but think of the man in my story he stretched his arm out and held his hand within reach what harm could it possibly do to agree if I'm a sham nothing will happen if I'm not your wish will be granted and she'll return your call I looked at him and disbelief I wasn't buying it not one bit at the same time it would have been rude not to humor him a little I shook his hand firmly looked him in the eyes all right deal excellent he said as he shook my hand firmly in a graceful movement he dropped his hat back on his head and pushed himself to his feet ready to leave I stopped him I'm not even sure what possessed me to ask but something did wait aren't you going to tell me what happened once he made the call was the man able to get her back did they live happily ever after he cooked a hand to his chin pensively hmm no not quite after the heads of stranger left him be the man took his phone and dialed her number cautiously optimistic it might actually work she picked up but at first all he heard was silence it could take a few seconds to establish the connection you see he began plucking lint off his long black coat that gesture for some reason left me with a sinking feeling at the pit of my stomach something about it seems so sinister his head eclipsed the streetlight and endowed him with a broad halo with his long slender frame towering above me he appeared to be an all-powerful God and the Lindt looked like his subjects which he callously tore from their homes and discarded with little regard as shivered he continued the man heard static then slowly the static faded and made way for a soundscape unlike any he could ever imagine he heard the screams of thousands that seemed to echo off the walls of a deep cavern he heard the crackling of fire and the searing of flesh when he strained his ears he could just barely make out the sound of sparks flying as metal collided against metal frazzled and shocked he was about to hang up but then he heard the girl's familiar voice weak and thready make it stop she sobbed please make it stop he dropped the phone and it shattered into pieces but the sound still came through the broken speaker I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rising it was a story a stupid story but it had its hooks in me I stuttered well what did he do the man shrugged and waved his hand dismissively he tossed the remains into the woods and ran home he couldn't sleep that night far too frightened by what he heard but the horror only truly sank in the next day when in an effort to return to normalcy he read the morning paper on the bus he saw her name in the obituaries she had died three days prior he smirked at me and since that day every time he picks up the phone he hears her cries for help and the screams of the Damned but there's nothing he can do about it the call already went through the connection cannot be broken I'm not gonna lie I was a little shaken but in the same way you get from watching a horror movie you know it's not true but you're still rattled still a little afraid of the shadows in the corner of your room the man brought a hand to his ear oh my he sad his tone light and playful I'm afraid I really must be going I hear so many people making wishes tonight I mustn't keep them waiting he whistled as he started down the road adjusting his hat I laughed a little trying to shake away the nerves his story had instilled in me I yelped as I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket when I pulled it out I saw her name on the screen and felt a rush of excitement and anxiety it's gotta be a coincidence I thought and I believed it but at the same time there was the faintest doubt in the back of my mind a different kind of hesitation took over was I ready to talk to her would I be able to convince her to take me back what could I say that I hadn't already said a thousand times over voicemail this could be my only shot the man stopped for a moment looking back at me smiling widely well aren't you going to answer I swallowed hard looked at the phone just long enough to hit the accept call button and brought it to my ear as I looked back up at the path I felt a chill as I saw the man was now gone there was static before a frenzy of screams erupting from my speaker amidst the voices as though far off in the distance I could hear the vaguest hint of her screaming for help [Music]

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Id: 8w7s0z7GnXQ

Length: 16min 35sec (995 seconds)

Published: Sat Feb 10 2018