"I Used to be a Ghost Hunter. This is Why I Stopped." | Creepypasta

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first thing you should know about me I'm a scam artist my business provides a service but it also sells a lie my name is Goodwin I'm a ghost hunter is a general partnership the business in its own three ways between me and my two associates operating out of a seedy head office worth half the amount we rented for each year were known collectively as the spook stalkers someone sees their dead mother wandering around the cellar were there a couple describes a mystery man stalking the hallway of their condo he's wearing a frock coat and wide brim top hat and they're sure he's from a different plane of existence where their reports of an Army Master Sergeant roaming the grounds of a world war two graveyard dancing around headstones lollygagging also he's been dead for 50 years were there we're always there to perpetuate the lie [Music] yes the sound you hear at night are of supernatural origin and the fact that your house was built over a medieval burial ground definitely has something to do with that we explain a guy says to me the previous owner said this place is haunted and now I'm seeing things so I tell him the previous owner was correct this case is a perfect demonstration of the psychological process of suggestion another guy says to me I hear noises at night whistling and the like so why tell him definitely a Spectre his air conditioning filters clocked but he continues to draw in the airflow where it can and it's the whistling even another guy says to me I saw something at night so I tell him it's a ghost it's actually toxic mold case after case I bite my tongue and say the things you're seeing are real because if they aren't I have nothing to sell them that's my crime telling others the dead walk among the living selling so much fiction but it might as well be a novelist but these kinds of crimes don't go unpunished and never has that been more clear to me than now I make a living telling lies now is my turn to tell the truth it began with Greta Keaton mid 70s widow bridge play she reached out to us via our website explaining how her dead husband wasn't really dead I see him here I see him there and I know it's him it must be her message said nothing remarkable just more of the same dead spouse dead parent dead Army sergeant everything blurred together in time we roll back to accept the assignment before negotiating price a deal was reached and now three days after we made contact I was outside her craftsman home and shaking her hand she was short and stout but kind and resilient her dad red hair stood out amongst the houses gray exterior and from behind her cat eyeglasses she looked at me as if I were a grandchild nice to meet you mr. goodwynn the very same I responded moments later assured me inside and our conversation quickly devolved into the topic of her dead husband oh yeah footsteps lots and lots of footsteps she said as we explored her house's ground floor mostly at night and during the day I asked oh yeah lots and lots of footsteps she declared a few more steps over the berber carpet brought us to the vinyl flooring of the kitchen I'll see him in here sometimes she told me or at least I think I do mostly it's just a feeling Harold's presence never seems to wear off the basement wasn't much to look at it was unfinished with bare concrete flooring exposed support columns and asbestos in the piping at the right angle it did look haunted for its age the house in its entirety was fairly exceptional my Harold was quite the handyman Greta said while we toured the upstairs the renovations which must have cost more than the house itself kept in modern and durable but even so I always checked for weak points something that could account for Harold's alleged resurrection only an investigation would reveal what she was really experiencing whether it was the effects of infrasound or carbon monoxide poisoning to name a few and I discovered anything of that nature I would have told her to move if not I'd allow her to stay put stay with Harold I would have said she'd thank me slap a check for a $200 in my hand and we'd be on our way both of us at peace following the Grand Tour Greta handed me a brass key that unlocked the front door was Harold's old key she said before assuring me that she'd be out of the house by 10:00 p.m. and returned no later than 6:30 a.m. it's a deal I said and that was the last time I ever spoke to her prior to the investigation around 7:30 I met a friend of mine for dinner one of the general partners of the spook stalkers I knew him very well Lorenzo Oh over here I called out as he glanced over the restaurant looking for me over here once he found me he weaved around a few tables and dodged a few patrons before he made it to the booth where I was sitting how are you good one huh did you order waiting for you he slipped his jacket off grabbed a menu what do they got here you meet with the client sure did I think I'll just get a burger no what'd she say that her husband was a college graduate loved playing gin rummy and died of lung cancer three years ago also he's alive and still lives in the house but only at night I'm shaking in my boots he said sarcastically where's the waiter I can give you the address if you want to stop by sounds good he nodded a waiter took our orders and the elderly couple in the booth adjacent to ours paid their bills and left Lorenzo was thumbing the screen of his phone scrolling through a newsfeed when I asked him what do I tell her who the client yeah you mean he said his phone aside what do you mean say I find something dangerous in the house carbon monoxide mold whatever what do I tell her that she needs to leave even though her husband's there Lorenzo took a moment losing himself in the thought before he said tell her it's the devil that the devil is in her house and using her husband as a front think she'll buy it of course she'll buy anything devil is a bit too much no evil spirit then Lorenzo sipped his drink her house is full of evil spirits to that we both drink by the time I got back to the Keene residents both the moon and the Sun were gone nothing but a blanket of cloud cover remained I climbed out of my car and walked across the stone path leading to the porch armed with Harold's key and a DSLR camera the night ahead of me was poised to be long and tedious you know wasted no time entering the house where I was immediately struck by a low sound a thought instinctively I got the DSLR and started filming hoping to use the footage as proof that the Keane residence was indeed a haven for spirits evil spirits that and a few carefully crafted lies would seal the deal your house is haunted mrs. Keenan here's the video evidence to prove it I would say after finding out what really caused the thud but the plane went out the window as soon as I stepped into the living room blood splattered across the carpet there were only a few specks at first glance but with each step the blood trail grew thicker and denser before reaching ahead at the polyester couch bright blue cushions stained dark red the metallic smell made me gag I spun around aiming the camera head my head swimming that's when I heard it again another thought then a voice he was hushed almost a mumble but it said I couldn't discern but it was clearly sad in a state of panic and if not for the blood I wouldn't have felt such sheer terror nonetheless I continued onward the wood floor is rasping under my boots at the moment I entered the hallway I froze right to where I stood three men one tall one short the final ones somewhere in between all three of them standing ten feet away six glaring unflinching eyes going as wide as they could at the side of me and at their feet a dead body bundled up in garbage box than me staring dumbly at them the DSLR aimed in their direction you no more than ten seconds later I'd blurt it out without thinking fuck and in that instant the small man charged me with a crowbar breaking the tableau but still I couldn't move couldn't even take a single step backwards immobilized by fear I hardly noticed when the short man slapped the camera out of my hand and swung the crowbar toward my head everything went black they were heaving me down the basement stairs when I awoke by the grace of God none of them noticed the shore won't have me by the feet while the tall one carried me by my torso his arms hooked under mine they took careful gradual steps to the bottom where they set me down beside the garbage bag body never once did I twitch draw breath or give them any reason to think they didn't kill me [Music] c'mon I'm not staying here another fucking minute the short one snarled agreed the tall ones sad as they climbed the stairs together when they fell out of earshot slam the basement door shut I sucked in the stale air and rolled onto my side I felt the gash in my hat my fingernails scraping up skin in blood then I looked over at the dead body next to me [Music] even though I knew when I'd find underneath I stretched the polyethylene until it tore to reveal the bloodied face of Greta Keeton her final expression of terror frozen in place like the rest of her and before the lump in my throat gave way to tears I saw him Harold Keaton standing by the only window in the room lid by the moon the only thing had been denying during this whole enterprise now stood before me as real and Istanbul as the house itself my jaw went slack my heart skipped a beat he never spoke only gestured I rose up to my feet regaining my balance as he trained a finger at me I took a moment for me to figure out what he was pointing at the toolbox behind me Harold the handyman's toolbox I hurried over to it Philippian open to reveal a stockpile of wrenches and screwdrivers within my head was starting to pulse I could still hear the three burglars rustling around upstairs I took the least worn screwdriver its tip slotted and sharp and hopped up the stairs two steps at a time it was locked the basement door what I could tell it was bolted shut forged iron perhaps I wasn't getting out of there without breaking it down and hearing the three burglars scamper around I stayed put lest they discover it I was still alive even with an ear press to the door their voices remained faint and low like a well-oiled machine they hurried from room to room clearing them of any valuables they found along the way find anything in that drawer you think this will be worth anything did we check all the bedrooms never once did I think of intervening the game was three on one they'd have my ass before I'd get the chance to have one of theirs when there was a knock at the front door things quickly changed Shh is someone at the door one of them muttered they stood in silence for a moment as did I just as we began to think nothing of it there were three more knocks then a muffled voice good wind I recognized it immediately as Lorenzo there to help me with the investigation as promised at first seemed the burglars would wait him out hoping he'd go away eventually but Lorenzo was a good friend a loyal one at that and he wasn't one to leave his friend alone without help so we entered the house but aware of what lied therein he got no more than one two three steps before the floor creaked and the burglars jumped him and the ensuing grapple they upended furniture knocked over lamps slammed into the walls Lorenzo wouldn't go down without fighting so I did what any good friend like him would do I kicked the basement door down and went to help my friend the screwdriver gripped tied in my fist I hurried around the corner my shoulders hunched and there they were shit he's alive the short burglar yelled as his eyes landed on mine Ian the tall one had Lorenzo pinned at the arms allowing the third a clear shot to his abdomen the third punched holes into Lorenzo's chest with a butcher's knife draining him of blood as the short one rushed in me once again there was no thought no plant no nothing I lunged the screwdriver forward aiming for nothing in particular when the short one came within reach of me the screwdriver impaled him through the neck its tip sticking out of his name I released the tool unable to pull it out of his throat as he collapsed then and there within seconds he was dead [Music] Kalvin the third one cried out I didn't have the opportunity to process what I just did because the tall one was already diving towards me and bringing me to the floor slamming my head to the hardwood and when I looked up I found myself staring down the barrel of a gun don't shoot him don't show him the third burglar order at the tall one son of a bitch deserves worse [Music] unsurprisingly they dragged me back down to the basement where they took turns kicking me in the head and torso for ten minutes when it was finally over the tall one held me at gunpoint while the third one pulled himself together massaging his head wiping his tears away I lay on the ground coiled up near Greta's corpse motherfucker motherfucker he grumbled finally he turned to me red-faced and panting do you you you don't know who you just killed do you all I could feel was pain every slight movement was a jab to my nerves neverending torrents have hurt so I kept quiet trying not to put too much strain on my body you don't know do you piece of shit doesn't even know he dropped to a knee got in my ear lowered his voice to a growl and said you killed my brother my best friend I couldn't help but answer back in spite of the pain you killed mine salted tears rolled down and around my swollen face stinging my various wounds and the third burglar shamelessly began laughing devoid of any and all sanity he laughed until he cried but he laughed until he jumped to his feet and said don't go anywhere and I didn't I let him head back upstairs I let the tall burglar we'll the gun on me my fate sealed I let it happen I wondered what my family think what Lorenzo's family would think maybe I'd come back like Herald and explain myself maybe maybe not time would tell and it did when I saw Greta from behind the tall burglar she appeared Greta Keeton dead but alive i sat up my eyes going as wide as they could under their swellings you going somewhere the tall burglar asked he didn't think to turn around to see what I was seeing instead he grew a jeté 'td tightening his grip on the gun what are you doing he hissed Greta was upon him now and her spirit stepped into his the two of them becoming one within him and the evil look on the burglars face begin to soften his grip on the gun relaxing as he lowered his arm and smiled it wasn't malicious nor was it mocking but simply it was reassuring I'm not here to hurt you that Smile said you can trust me then as if on cue the third burglar marched in he was ambling down the stairs taking his time blissfully unaware that he was no longer in control when he reached the basement floor he revealed a glistening pair of scissors in his hand snipping them just taught me hold him down he ordered but the tall one did no such thing Jase the third one hissed little help but that help never came to him instead the tall one turned to face him his eyes narrowed his posture rigid he raised the gun taking aim what the fuck the third one mumbled as his friend shot him point-blank in the head and in his life from behind the brilliance of a muzzle flash and the deafening crack of a gunshot I flinched startled by the sound while the third burglars dead body flump to the cement and my eyes went back to the tall one he was staring back and smiling then without a moment's notice he stuck the gun against the roof of his mouth and fired the bullets turned his head into a blood spout and there standing in his place while his lifeless body crumbled was grete and there standing by her side was Herald an uninformed patrol officer is feeling my neck for a pulse when I was once again jolted awake got a live one one of the neighbors had heard the gunshots they put me on a stretcher and carried me through the carnival of red and blue lights on the way to an ambulance ten miles later I was handcuffed to my hospital bed and shown a radiograph there was a hair thin crack running down my x-rayed parietal bone my skull was fractured surgery wasn't necessary thank God a month and a half the examiner gave me one day a month and a half down the road you'll be the old you again that day will come and I shudder at the thought of it I killed Louise Finley Calvin Finley and Jason Dallas after ending up at the wrong place at the wrong time I explained to investigators explain the dead home owner she was a client explain the other dead body he was my friend explain explain explain my saving grace was the DSLR footage I captured earlier in the night the three burglars all three deer in the headlights caught red-handed disposing of Greta Keens corpse the case against me promptly went downhill before the DA finally dropped it altogether in three months when the lease term is up spooks stalkers will be dead and gone like the key it's because it cannot function without the lie and knowing what I know knowing that the lies in fact the truth I cannot bear it anymore maybe ghosts aren't meant to be haunted maybe I'm not meant to hunt them either way I'm a fraud a liar a scam artist and I can't be trusted with the truth [Music] the night after I was hospitalized the senior detective assigned to my case was asking for my side of the story in your professional opinion was the house haunted she asked with a snide grin maybe maybe not well did you find any ghost there's no such thing as ghosts [Music] hey everyone I hope you enjoyed 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Length: 30min 15sec (1815 seconds)

Published: Fri Jun 22 2018

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