"If Your Voice Stops Echoing, Cancel Your Roadtrip" Creepypasta

I'm not saddened by the recent passing of my grandfather rather I'm compelled to share the way I knew him best I would not be here today if not for him the entity came for me when I was 8 years old and there was no way I would have survived if anyone else had been driving my grandfather and I were on a fishing trip that day my dad had intended to join us but something came up so it was just the two of us for the first time I was a little awkward around my grandfather because I never actually been alone with him before I had always watched others interact with him but had little to say myself because after all I was only 8 I was also in awe of how he was to my dad the way my dad was to me namely a voice of authority when my grandfather told me about the different types of fish and what baits to use I listened like it was the most important thing in the world it turned out to be a good thing that I took his words so seriously that acceptance would later save my life it began very innocuous ly as we walk through a small gorge to get back to the car from the prime fishing spot I could hear my grandfather's voice echo from the high rock walls while he packed things into the car I had several minutes to water around and I used them to run back to that area and shout strangely my yell echoed only feebly once and then not at all scream as I might I heard no reflection of the noise I was too young at the time to really understand how impossible that was I just assumed I was yelling wrong somehow or that my grandfather had a special grown-up temper that allowed his voice to echo while mine just dropped off still it bothered me and I eventually brought it up on the drive back everything about that moment became seared into my memory it was 322 in the afternoon according to the clock in the car's dashboard the sky was mostly clear with traces of white and my grandfather's eyes were wide orbs of alarm turned upon me while his white knuckles tightened around the wheel what did you say boy I asked how I can echo like you I told him suddenly afraid that I had done something wrong I yelled and I couldn't not go his face was normally Criss crossed with little lines that ran their way along relaxed droopy skin at that very moment his forehead and cheeks tightened to smoothness and he scanned left-to-right rapidly he didn't seem to find what he was looking for through the windows but he did not seem reassured here he leaned over and opened the glove box in front of me and pulled out a bag of jellybeans I smiled for a moment but he was not giving them to me as a gift the way he had intended go on eat him I held the bag in my hands it seemed a massive beast if I had been left alone to my own devices I might have eaten them all eventually but not all at once why I said eat him he said gruffly his tone Brooking no argument I began stuffing the jellybeans into my mouth he looked down and around then at the backseat and then at his travel in the cupholder between us he thrusted into my hands to join the spilling bag of jellybeans drink this all of it I'm not allowed to have coffee I told him mom he cut me off your mother will understand drink it I know it tastes bad but down at all his gaze then refocused on something beyond me and I turned my head to my window to see the forested hills rolling by at various apparent speeds based on their distance the furthest Hills out on the horizon hardly seem to be moving at all but I thought I saw a tiny little speck atop one my grandfather gripped my shoulder with one hand drink boy drink and eat those jelly beans too you need the sugar and caffeine it's going to try to make you fall asleep don't let it to say I was scared that would be an understatement no part of me thought this was a prank of some sort he was too reserved a man for that and the coffee tasted terrible but I gulped it down until none was left after that I began swallowing jelly beans whole until they were all gone I looked to my right the speck in the distance was still out there but now one range of hills closer it was still tiny but now held movement akin to something waving back and forth I look to my grandfather in the scans he in turn looked away from the thing in the distance to focus on my face he breathed in through his nose and then turned forward determined in a way I had never seen him his leg moved and the car began to accelerate we had already been going the speed limit on the empty highway the sugar caffeine and fear began to have an effect on me I remember my cheeks and forehead warming and my hands growing clammy I asked my grandfather what's going on I'm scared be scared he breathed his eyes on the road as he continued to hit the gas I could see the needle passing 80 that'll keep you awake this thing this godforsaken thing it came after your grandmother and it started the same way just before a long drive we noticed her boy stopped echoing his face contorted into a furious mask but cars are a lot better now than they were back then I won't let it get you my back began forcefully pressing into my seat as he put the gas to the floor I watched the needle past 90 and then I looked out the window again it was even closer now visible as the silhouette of a man running up hills between trees and over boulders parallel ties it's still out there my grandfather grunted angrily and audibly slammed his foot down I held onto my armrest and the door handle in terror as our car topped 100 miles an hour and began to shake it felt like we were in a barely controlled projectile far beyond any limit of safety and I was terrified that the highway would suddenly stop being empty and we would smash into a car or truck ahead but even through that overwhelming fear and adrenaline a chilled tiredness began to seep up my spine my eyes began to feel heavy and I barely looked out to my right the shock woke me back up it was on the gravel shoulder of the highway now completely visible as a black humanoid silhouette running at incredible speed alongside our car in that moving pitch darkness I could see lit pinpoints that made it feel as if I was gazing into the night sky itself the afternoon Sun burned in the sky above and behind it with no effect staring as its blurred fee began to Pelt across the painted line at the edge of the road I felt sleepy again it was running next to us but drawing ever closer wake up my grandfather screamed risking one hand off the wheel at 110 miles an hour to shake my shoulder it's trying to drain the life out of you wake up he jerked the car one lane to the left and still pressed into my seat by the acceleration I stared down at the hypnotic dashes in the middle of the road bit by bit black feet began landing between each - keeping pace with us I remember the car shaking violently around me the way I imagined a space shuttle lifting off might shake around its astronauts I know now we were crossing 120 and nearing the most the car could offer but at the time I was caught in watching the hypnotic dashes and stars and those void legs rapidly moving back and forth as it ran right up alongside the car and reached down with one hand to open the door wind blasted around me as the gale force of a hundred and twenty mile an hour winds tore at my clothing and hair waking up halfway I screamed and my grandfather draped the car to the left again as much as he could without going off the road it didn't matter the running silhouette held open the door against the wind with its star-filled arm and began preparing to leap into the car with us the other arm gripped my neck and the coldness that it brought cannot be described with mere words the closest I can come to say is that the vast speeds and forces of an antithesis cosmos hated me somewhere ice and anti-life were the rule moving through emptiness at absurd velocity and this thing was some small part of that undead will but it was not fully here it could only interact with us in certain windows that's what I believe now my grandfather gave the only shout of fear I would ever hear from him as the car seemed to shake apart around us I turned left and looked at the speedometer finding the needle to be unreadable far into the red and felt the heavy blanket of sleep all over me as the silhouette grasped at me repeatedly but failed to reach me suddenly the door slammed shut cutting off the wind inch by inch we began pulling away it ran furiously alongside but the entity was just a tiny bit too slow between one moment and the next realizing it couldn't get to us it vanished we had escaped it I awoke in a hospital several days later my grandfather told nobody the real story of course but the doctors had plenty of diversion somehow I had been drained of a number of vital electrolytes salts and so on and they chalked my mild coma up to some sort of severe dietary imbalance but I knew the truth and I've made sure to tell people I care about the small piece of advice my grandfather taught me I don't care if it makes sense to you please just listen it's still out there still in the open lands of the Midwest and it's probably always been there it was just never a problem before we started bringing great speeds into our daily lives people die every day by falling asleep at the wheel and I know for certain that not all of those incidents are innocent so if your voice stops echoing cancel your road trip it's waiting for you you [Music]

Channel: CreepyPastaJr

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Length: 12min 51sec (771 seconds)

Published: Sat Apr 08 2017

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