"I can't tell if she's from the future or from the past" Creepypasta

you know how smallish towns have this kind of Mythology about them well I guess maybe you don't I'm not too old myself but I've been around long enough to see it plainly and for most people those little tails or rural legends are just that like every small town probably has a well where there's a ghost inside it growing up you probably avoided that well at all costs pretty smart ploy right or maybe there's part of the woods that we must always steer clear from oh and this is the best one every small town has an old lady that's a witch without fail as a kid she's the old lady that doesn't talk much and move slow and hardly comes out of her house etc etc well my town has a lot of these little legends too and the older you get the less interesting they become I was probably 12 or so when I started realizing that most of them are just little cautionary tales and without even thinking about it I would repeat them to younger kids around me like an evolutionary meme or something little fibs that keep the kids out of trouble but even so some of those tales stick around and the big one in our town was about the visitor growing up I always believed it wholeheartedly and even when I got to my early teens I remember thinking it was probably fake but the adults around me just kept insisting over and over again this one had to do with our mayor mayor blind he was quite an old man pushing 80 but in good spirits he'd love to tell the tale what struck me about it though is that even to adults he would repeat this and unlike most tales this one had a firm ending there was a due date so to speak and that due date was Thanksgiving in the year of 2018 it was on that day in 1958 when mayor blind wasn't mayor blind yet he was just bill blind a young kid working a summer job at a local hotel and received a call from the front desk they called him be back then and he just gotten out of school I was looking to make a few extra bucks so that he could save up for his first car the way he tells it the phone rang and he picked it up he expected that there might be a service call since it was approaching midnight but he was surprised to hear an unfamiliar woman's voice on the other end this is the summer in how can I help you he asked in his characteristically cheery tone the voice on the other end was serene and charming lively but sophisticated he used to say to whoever would listen and it requested a reservation bill flipped open the booking folder and scoured it in a hurry but this was high season there wasn't anything available for weeks he delivered the news to the person on the other end of the call and apologized the summer was in full swing he explained and the hotel wouldn't have vacancies for another two months but the voice wasn't disparaged in a slightest it requested merely a reservation on Thanksgiving it said and that it was certain there would be an opening why of course bill responded quickly that's far away enough miss um I call the voice boozed soothingly there yeah call bill stuttered trying to reproduce the name but it was so far on that he had a hard time with it okay miss uh miss for how many days one night the voice said back quickly almost the Eagle II he pencil death in and said that they were good to go the room would be ready and he looked forward to seeing her it won't be for some time I'm afraid the voice interjected I need the room for Thanksgiving 2018 it didn't compute with bill I'm sorry I don't know that area code you were trying to reach the summer inning vase Ville right the year 2018 mister blind for an 8:00 p.m. chicken the voice now stated firmly according to Mayor Bill he doesn't remember the rest of the conversation nor according to him does he ever recall ever given the mysterious miss a call his name but nevertheless being young and conscientious he did in fact make a note on the booking folder that there had been a reservation for the year 2018 yes 2018 yes 60 years in the future he was the laughingstock of the town for doing so he was called gullible and dumb by most of his peers and for years the town would tell the story of the young doe-eyed bill blind who took the crank call of the century and still didn't live it down and the years passed bill grew into adulthood married twice his first wife passed early had four children who were by now old men in their own right and in his mid-30s ran for mayor and lost but bill had no quit in him and that's something everyone agreed on he ran in every mayoral race until at the ripe old age of sixty he won he would joke that it took a generation to die that remembered his whole fiasco with Missa coal before he found in a foetus to support him and he was a marvelous mayor he was loved by all he was sweet with both children and adults and in his old age found himself repeating his story about mythical more and more she was the reason he would always say that he never did get that old Chevy he was gunning for he had such a hard time getting work after his summer at the hotel that by the time he had enough money saved for a car he had to put it in his family and toward behind a house at old 56 Chevy that he longed first as a pipe dream and then as a goal and finally as a failure was something that he'd relegated to a youthful fantasy that went unfulfilled and here we were the whole town and it was 2018 my blind story became more and more relevant as each month crept forward soon it was summer and it was the talk of the town what will happen on Thanksgiving 2018 nothing most people would exclaim but what if somebody shows nobody was more excited than mayor blind he didn't have much time left on this earth and he joked that if somebody did in fact come he could die happy after all that one phone call seemed to dictate his life he pushed them away from his sought-after Chevy toward a woman that he loved more than a world he gave him four kids he never thought he'd have he never did plan on marrying as a young man he gave him resolve and resilience so much so that he never quit something he's hearted and that resolve turned into mayorship a mayorship he was quite proud of and that we all earnestly benefited from by November of last year the summer in which believe it or not still in existence extended an offer to mayor blind he was without wife both had passed by now and his children had families of their own and it had been his custom in recent years to take his Thanksgiving holiday at a different family's house each year his popularity meant he had no lack of invitations come to us the hotel told him come stand at that old front desk the very same desk he stood at sixty years ago at eight o'clock and after that have a nice dinner with a hotel staff in the lobby the offer was too good to be true mayor blind said and accepted eagerly would you be made a laughingstock again he couldn't be he was too loved at this point and so people planned to come line up at the hotel and that very Thanksgiving so that he might not feel that down if nothing happened and so it was on the third Thursday of November last year about half the town decided to have their dinner early so that they could come watch the summer in by 8:00 p.m. my parents myself for among the young lockers my mom she felt like it was like a huge waste of time but my dad's a huge softy and he felt like this story was so romantic that he had to see it to the end after all even since he was a kid he'd heard the story imagine that for a moment there are people in my town that were born lived and died within the timeframe of this story people who their whole life when each little legend of a town became less magical had this to hold on to it was a spectacle we stood there I remember clearly as the clock ticked along toward 8:00 it was about two quarter to when I stopped feeling my toes from the cold and the sea of people shivered almost in unison a gentle snowfall began and as people look to eagerly up and down the street that had led to the summit Inn we didn't see so much as a single headlight all the same people are in their warm homes eating dinner my mom quipped who wants to be normal honey my dad shot back and I smiled and then the clock struck eight and the road was dark as ever people began muttering not out of anger but rather a slight disappointment it was the result everyone expected but nobody wanted the crowd grew restless and some people started meekly shuffling away but far away all the way down at Street a slight glimmer started to fade into view with each second a group writer and as it rounded the bend down the road two yellow headlights emerged everyone stopped and stared it couldn't be they thought but the lights grew brighter and brighter as the seconds ticked on and a faint sound of an engine a loud choppy engine started to be heard Clara in Clara as it was a hundred yards or so away we saw a glimmer in the moonlight of long sleek black paint and as it passed into the crowd we got our glimpse at the car and its inhabitant it was a long black 56 Chevy pristine the car was like out of a museum through the slight glare of the window we could make out the head of a young woman a woman who couldn't have been older than thirty with a teal shawl wrapped around her neck she drove past us not for a moment taking a long glance or even acknowledging the crowd that seemed to be poised to greet her the car pulled into the parking lot of the Cimmerian and with a grace that you don't see people move at much nowadays the young woman got out and walked into the lobby the woman was magnetic in every sense I remember I just watched breakfast and Tiffany's a couple of months prior to that night and I was struck at how much resembled Audrey Hepburn I told my parents that I had to see what was going on and snuck away the crowd stood transfixed as I weaved through it It was as if people were in such shock that they'd frozen might have been the weather - truth be told I like to think though that most people except for selfish me didn't want to interrupt a moment so long in the making a moment that mayor blind had waited for for over 60 years a moment that had according to him set in motion a series of events and he believed dictated his entire life i snaked my way over to the lobby where I saw mr. blind standing at the desk with a tear in his eye in front of him stood a young woman and while she was saying something to him that I didn't hear I saw that he was almost as surprised as everyone a moment passed and the two of them sat down together I took a seat near them and for the first time got a glimpse of the woman she saw me in fact her eyes met mine and she was gorgeous and refined she had a timeless beauty the kind of beauty you seen the greats the Audrey Hepburn's the Rita Hayworth's the Clara bows of the world and she didn't seem to mind in the slightest but I had taken a seat just a few feet from them the adults from outside still stood there and even the white staff tried their best not to enter the lobby likely out of respect for the mayor to have his moment but there I sat the stubborn sixteen-year-old that decided I was going to get the end of this story I I can't believe you came I remember maiya blind repeating over and over the woman was charming and sweet they talked for about two hours it was almost looking into you she asked him about the night and he told her everything he told her how the phone call had hurt him and how it propelled him into a relationship that was wonderful and gave him children and a resolve to never quit and how he even credited becoming the mayor to the life lessons he learned from that evening he told her of the Chevy that he'd abandoned ever trying to buy and how he realized that it was just a bit trinket and that the real things in life are family pushing yourself being the best you can be she sat there and listened to it all and smiled and laughed and even the corniest of jokes and when he'd finished telling her about everything and paused she looked at him warmly and spoke is there anything else you'd like to tell me she asked kindly that's about it misuk okay well 60 years and I haven't gotten that name down she smiled a mayor blind slumped back in his chair and closed his eyes as if asleep the woman gingerly reached for her bag stood up straightened out her dress and started walking away she passed her right by me now she did she paused and looked me right in the eye who says death is a mean bag of bones she asked and smiled before I could respond she walked away got back into that old Chevy and drove back up the road she came from the town coroner said mr. blind died of a heart attack and the woman miss Accola hasn't been found police did try to locate her but I doubt they'll find her I doubt anyone will ever find her that is to say I doubt anyone will find her when they're looking but I think we will all meet her someday

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Length: 18min 36sec (1116 seconds)

Published: Mon Apr 08 2019