"Milk and Cookies" Creepypasta

this isn't actually my story it was related to me a while ago by an elderly gentleman that frequented a convenience store I worked at I think back to that night where I followed him to the junkyard and my hair still stands along with that quiver of goose flesh that has nothing to do with the temperature I worked in a relatively quiet part of the city out on the edge and we had little to fear from crime the job didn't pay well but what little I got helped to pay some of the bills for college and the nightly customers were few and far between giving me more than enough time to do some reading or languish on the Internet now you think that we don't notice people when we're behind the till we do we just don't give a crap mostly we can tell when we should card someone or that desperate almost slimy look of lust on the face of a young man buying condoms at 11:00 in the morning then there was the old man he showed up every Friday like clockwork he wore a flannel shirt with a rolled-up sleeves that had seen one washed too many and he counted out his change with the reluctance of one used to thrift he was polite that man always a warm hello and a thank you after he left with his purchase he was stooped with age but there was steel in that spine I could tell and he always bought the same thing a small packet of milk in a little paper bag of cookies a strange thing for a man to buy a Dutton grandparent perhaps but I never saw him enter the shop with another soul this piqued my curiosity boredom has a way of amplifying novelty through the long evenings I counted cracks in the ceiling arranged merchandise in strange geometric shapes saw patterns and the repeating squares of the linoleum on the floor this strange man vexed me milk and cookies a treat for a young child yet purchased late in the night was he perhaps reliving some long-forgotten time in his youth whilst partaking of these goodies Dark paranoia raised its head perhaps the old man was one of those psychotic perverts that kidnapped young girls and raised them in his basement week after week we swapped perfunctory greetings exchange merchandise for cash I couldn't unravel the mystery I couldn't read it in his roomy eyes his shaking hands or his slow gait I couldn't take it this strangeness I decided to follow him it took me a few weeks the plan I'd cut my head out to track him down the street until the first turn then I'd locked the front door and trail him to the next turn and so on one day soon after he'd made his regular purchase I made my move quickly locking up I followed him at a distance never too close never more than a block away there was a feeling of the forbidden in what I was doing a little like being a child again and doing something naughty he never suspected a thing the streetlights gave us both long twisted shadows as I chased him through the dark streets he found his destination in an old junkyard practically a landfill the rusty chain clanged to the floor after he gave it a gentle tug nothing worth stealing here it seemed the old man walked in confidently and I had to hurry to catch up I quickly lost him in that maze wandering amidst the piles of society's debt reaches the light and sounds of the city faded into the distance the half moon in the sky giving everything an unearthly silvery Sheen the panic was there only a heartbeat away in that strange alien landscape I had nearly given up hope when I finally chanced upon a small clearing my erstwhile quarry sitting there on the dirt showing his yellowing teeth in a wry smile it took you long enough to catch up he said I stopped short I had nothing to say come here kid there's nothing to fear here Eric and something's got your interest all fired up that's why you followed me here you're getting no trouble for this the owner trusts me she knows I don't steal and I'm okay to close the shop early if business is slow slow enough that you'd spend half the night playing spy to hunt down an old codger like me he laughed at dry wheezy series of exhalation 'he's that broke into cuffs i'm here he said pressing his forearms against these creaking knees to get to his feet to keep a promise an old old promise i come here every week because that's all i got left ain't much left in the world for me no wife no kids no job but a man's got to be true to his word if you don't got that little bit left well then he ain't much of a man is he I had to nod to keep him going he gestured at something behind him shifting out of the waiter let me see a pair of pale doors jotted out from the junk looking so much like the entrance to some ancient crypt the old man pulled one of the doors the shriek of the hinges carrying through the still night air even from a distance I took in the thickness of that door I quickly closed the distance between us the man placed the milk and cookies behind the threshold of the door and pulled it shut he reached out a hand in greeting and introduced himself as Miller he didn't say if that was his first or last name back of the refrigerated truck he said giving the door a slap the dull smack again reminded me of how thick the walls were I guess you're curious as to why I'm here every week it's a long story and one I haven't told him many people I'm old now ain't got many years left my bones ache in the rain and in hurt more and more every day guess it's worth telling his voice seemed to gain strength a rich baritone instead of the weak cracked sounds earlier this was back in the old days before the Second World War I never served of course too young then I must have been 9 maybe 10 years of age we didn't have all these newfangled toys and computer thingies he pronounced the unfamiliar words slowly his jaw working around the edges of the syllables let you have nowadays back then we'd play wherever we could cowboys and Injuns cops and robbers no television either that was for the rich folk this yard has been here longer than I have we had forts on hills of trash played soldiers everything kids ought to be doing that day was hide-and-seek an old game but a great one for a place like this I wasn't a big kid didn't win at most of the games who played but I was going to win this one I'd seen this big old refrigerator unit here before right on the edge of the yard back then and I knew where exactly where I was going to be hiding I was small yeah but I was a fastin may not look it now but I got away from the pack of them even before the count had reached 20 didn't want no one else to hide in here with me it was dark and there cool too before I closed the doors I could see that some of the junk had made its way into the truck unit over time the last thing I remember seeing was that one line of daylight before I pulled this here door shut at first there was nothing but the sound of my breathing bouncing off the walls I imagined that I would always win at hide-and-seek from then on I counted breaths and heartbeats till I got bored then I realized that there wasn't a handle on the inside I could see his hand starting to shake as he remember that old fear he clenched his fist to stop the shakes and when the balled fists themselves started quivering he put his hands in his pockets it took me a while to realize the game was over I'd been in the dark for a long time too long I threw my entire weight at the door I hit the walls till my hands were bloody I screamed to my throat hurt his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed at the memory then I sat to wait I must have fallen asleep how can you tell if you're asleep when you're all alone in the darkness you can't boy you can't I got thirsty fast then hungry it's the only way I knew time was passing I felt the hope go out like the Sun setting I yelled in that dark place I called out to God but he didn't answer I would have called out to old Nick himself if I dared I cried for hours there in the dark I cried the sound bouncing off of those thick walls till the air was filled with the sounds of tears and sobs I thought I was going to die you ever been close to death boy no sir I shook my head he fixed his eyes and mine those almost cloudy eyes suddenly sharper no you haven't I can tell when a man looked death in the eyes he just ain't the same after that it was a trick of the echo I thought at first but I swore there was another person in there with me it sounded a little higher a little further away than my own voice this was it I told myself I'd been in the dark so long that I was going crazy I counted to five and held my breath and still the crying continued I was wrapped the man was looking at me but not looking at me the dreamy half focus of his eyes told me he was seeing something else something far away I called out in the dark at first there was no answer but that quiet sobbing it was another child but not a boy a girl there was enough light before I shut the door - no I was alone in there I was panicking a second before but now I felt a creeping fear the crying started up again I backed myself into the corner next to the door you ever seen a mouse in a cage trap when it tries to get away from you yeah like that The Crying didn't get any closer I figured I was dead there anyway nobody was coming to get me so I called out again The Crying stopped there in the dark the little girl answered she sounded like she was about my age as well she told me her name was Helen a pretty name even then she'd been stuck there in the dark for a long time she tried calling for help once but no one came she got real hungry then she wasn't so hungry no more she'd given up on calling for help on seeing her family of ever having another friend the walls she said were too thick for any sound of escape nobody would ever know that I was in there nobody had ever found her one good thing at least she wouldn't have to be lonely anymore since she had me I heard a shifting there in the dark and she held my hand her hand was small and it was cold like she put it in the freezer for a few minutes but it was all I had and I squeezed it with my strength I dreamt that there were voices outside calling my name I wasn't sure about it until I squeezed my ear to the corner of the door the lining must have been rotted with age because I could still hear something from outside if I could hear them maybe they could hear me I tried to scream to shout all that came out was a tiny croak I'd been too long without water I tried to wet my tongue with spit but even that failed I slapped the door with my free hand the time without food and drink it left me weak I wasn't sure that they could hear anything from me hope died there for a second that dark box was going to be the last thing I ever saw and nobody would know I felt Helens little hand tighten around mine don't go she told me stay it'll be fun I've been alone for so long she started to pull me back into the depths of that dark place I couldn't fight her she felt so strong please I whispered to her my parents will miss me I still have friends outside even with her tiny nails drawing blood from my hand I could feel a sadness through that tiniest bit of contact that we had I have no more friends her crying started again soft in that space so sad that it seemed that her heart would burst from it I can be your friend help me I promise I'll be your friend forever I told her and I meant it I saw the old man's hand flex in his pocket remembering that ghostly touch she let go or maybe she was never there I touched my hand to my cheek and it was still cold just then I heard the door open I'd been found strong hands lifted me out of that dark place the light hurt my eyes and it was a while before I could see my rescuers someone brought water I gulped it down it was the best thing I ever tasted no waters ever tasted the same since tasted like life you know they sent from my parents as I sat there with a big man who found me he sized me up with a squint said I was bigger than he thought the voice he'd heard was much higher almost like a girl's cry he messed up my hair with one huge rough hand no shame and crying there boy he said if I was stuck there I'd be scared too my parents came to see me brought over by the police they scooped me up with big hugs we were going to leave when I asked if they'd found the girl in there with me the rescuers looked puzzled I'd been the only one in the refrigerator truck I wouldn't leave until they took another lock I kicked up such a fuss that they just exchanged looks of frustration and brought me back to those huge doors they threw them open no girl came out the light didn't reach all the way to the back one of the cups took out a flashlight one of those big silver ones you don't seem around anymore the trash of the junkyard had found its way into that old refrigerator truck it was only on his second sweep of that unnatural cave that he saw the bright blue of a girls dress he sighed deeply his tail near its end he certainly looked very frail as though the telling had leached the very life from him she'd been dead for years of course all dried out like one of those mummies from the National Geographic I think I went a little crazy when I saw her I don't know what I said but nobody believed me being in the dark too long they said apt to drive a boy mad but I never stopped believing and I never forgot my promise seventy years it's been what transpires between us well that's just for me and me alone to know I've not always been able to come here but I've tried my best which is more than what some men can say he leaned against the door out of breath after the sharing he straightened up and cleared his throat still one hand on the thick metal good night friend I will see you again next week his voice was suddenly clear again and the sound rang out across the junkyard I half opened my mouth to return his farewell before I realized that his eyes weren't on mine no they were focused on the door instead he slowly made his way across that clearing I stood up also leaning against the door for support sir you forgot your milk and cookies I called out to the man now all the way across the clearing he looked back and again I could tell that he was not looking at me but at the doors I was leaning against no boy I did not a good evening to you two and I will see you next week a strange encounter I thought the unease I had felt with a telling of the story slowed off me a simple campfire tale nothing more just an old man probably addled with dementia living out some half imagined childhood fantasy aside the moon was already high overhead I suppose that there were worse ways to spend an evening one thing niggled at me just before I turned to find my way from that still place for the second time that evening the refrigerator doors were pulled open a wave of stale air belched out I half expected to see Helens bones still laid out after all these years there was nothing there I tried it myself for my childish fears giving a little nervous laugh nothing in the antique crypt of the refrigerator truck but an empty milk packet and cookie crumbs you you

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Published: Fri Aug 19 2016