"My Grandpa Demanded That I Be Cremated" Creepypasta

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two years ago I was diagnosed with melanoma cancer it was the most unexpected diagnosis in the world one moment I was worried about my work my kids my wife fixing the downstairs sink reflooring the back patio but once my diagnosis came in everything changed my whole perspective on what mattered changed which was good and it's what should happen to anyone who gets diagnosed with cancer options were discussed plans were investigated and treatments were researched we worked with the doctors and listened to everything that they had to say with solidarity we decided not to say anything to anyone at least not right away they were still conducting tests to verify how serious it was and determine the exact stage it was beyond superficial they said but but they still needed to determine other factors so we waited until we knew exactly what we were facing Beth was more scared than I was which was understandable no matter what she was going to have to step in and take charge of the family whether I passed away or was just too weak from treatments she would have to take care of both me and our two kids plus work and income our parents offered to help as much as they could but I knew that my parents weren't very well off money-wise overtime wise they both worked full-time they paid the almost complete mortgage and take care of the house which was falling apart I had no idea about her parents situation then came the worst day of best life and the second worst day of mine the full diagnosis the doctor spent months treating me while poking and prodding my body with tests they had come to a complete consensus I would die within the next year the cancer had spread too far for me to ever truly recover it they can only prolong my life with treatments maybe even beyond that year mark but not that much I was going to die and no amount of money begging or crying could stop it Beth and I had a fight that day I knew I shouldn't have oily but I did anyway I suggested that we not spend another dime on treatment let the inevitable happen and keep me comfortable I don't want you to be drowning in debt after I pass Beth refused and said that I was being irrational and that we should spend every penny we had to prolong my life as long as possible I'm RELIGIOUS and she is not that that's any explanation it was a nasty fight we made up when she woke up sobbing I had to hold her I agreed to pay for treatments to extend my life I mean after all she would suffer more than I would I could give her more time at the very least that's not the horror portion of this story if it was complet others could post her about it now the cancer brought the family out of the Woodworks everyone messaging us on a Facebook apologizing for my condition and giving us empty promises to help apparently our parents have let the news slip I ended up stopping my access to Facebook there is no reason to see that every day I started treatment which made me weaker and more irritable each time I hate watching myself snappa Beth over something so simple I couldn't help it him I could only watch from the inside my mind as her soul was crushed I regretted allowing her to spend money on treatment the worst day of my life happened when death brought me breakfast in bed one of the boys had left his toy cars on the floor and she slipped the tray emptied right into my lap along with the kettle of hot coffee I screamed in yelping curse I said things that I've regretted every night and that's cried for days because of my anger the worst day of my life was when Beth started to resent me it was a visible change ever since I yelled everything had been building and that argument had broken the dam she barely smiled and didn't look me in the eyes often i wasted away in bed paying for treatments that only prolong the inevitable again this isn't the horror part of the story I mean yes it's terrible but I pop a story it's a real horror he's showing up at the house completely unannounced he was over 90 and still walking around he had to take a taxi anywhere convinced a family member to take him away from the old folks home but he was relatively functional that showed him to my room and left us alone she didn't stay in the room for very long nowadays I hear you're gonna beat me to the grave not the smile his hand shaking with age fell over one of mine the skin felt like thin leather clinging to a skeleton by mere threads the skin on his arms hung from like deflated balloons I wondered if my body would get to that point what would my body look like when I was dead I just might I weakly joke back I hope you're ready to be the Paul Bearer he laughed loudly at two people who knew they were close to death making jokes about it as if it was nothing it felt good for once in my life I felt a kinship with my grandpa how you feelin he asked pulling up the rocking chair that that's used to use for rocking me kids to sleep week but that's every day I said you're still looking going though yes I fear that day that I become bedridden he said quietly as I was wandered for a few minutes I didn't say anything we just sat there the second leading us towards death passing painfully by I have a favor to ask he said at last Papa's gaze moved slowly from the window as if he had to force himself to look at me that's new usually people ask if I need anything yes well I'm old and I can't afford not to be blunt but took me back to my arguments with death I mean I didn't blood I could afford to soften my words it would be worth it what's the favor I swallowed the tank remained on mine and lunch slightly when we spoke it's a it's an odd request I I should pre-cool it with a story but would you rather hear the nature of the favor I want to hear the nature of the favor first I prodded even slightly annoyed that he kept dragging it out I want you to be cremated he blurted my mouth dropped open what I'm a Catholic him cremation had come up but I'd always friendly declined very old sacred I want you to be cremated he said again with a different emphasis but it's against the church I started no it isn't since the 60s is allowed cremation so long as you follow certain rules I know how to value our so I checked I stared at him in bewilderment I was too shocked to tell him to leave then in my silence he continued you would be cremated placed in an urn with all of your ashes in one placing I purchased a spot for you in the cemetery back in Cebu my hometown you'll be next to my life and eventually me I purchase spots for all the kids and their children I remember my fight with Bethan chose to swallow my shouts my teeth clenched automatically I want to be buried properly I don't want I just swallow and clear my throat I don't want to screw my chances at heaven I've checked with the church and made sure that it'd be within the rules the ashes won't be scared again they'll be left in a holy place it'll be just like you're buried then why that's that's the story portion he said quietly Papa turn towards the door to make sure it was still shut do you remember your grandmother mama I lowered my head feeling embarrassed to talk about his dead wife my dead grandma bits and pieces I admitted you know how did you were hate when she passed it's understandable that you don't remember much about her she died from a heart attack during dinner one night very sudden no signs or symptoms the ambulance rushed her to her hospital and that's where she passed I was devastated I remember thinking she can't die I bought tickets to the Lion King for next month I was an absolute shock that depressed me Papa I'm so sorry squeezing his hand which remained on top of mine it's head bobbed a little in acknowledgment to call three days to get everything settled the funeral planning was terrible the speech was terrible even the people were terrible there if you understood only one of my friends headed to see spouse so not have been truly understood I was alone after we buried her mope around the house for a few days completely unsure of what I was going to do I couldn't even wash the dishes without wondering what the point was I was in a dark and terrible place Joseph I stared at my hands taking deep breaths so I wouldn't cry my legs were starting to cramp up again so I adjusted papa helped me once I was settled he continued it was nighttime four days after he buried Melinda I was lying awake in bed when I heard the front door open I didn't even bother to get up if it was a burglar coming to steal my things let him in but they plan to kill me too I was ok with that I heard them come up the stairs softly sneaking around I closed my eyes to at least pretend to be asleep then I heard them come in I leaned forward heart-pounding I opened my eyes and when I thought a light kiss on my cheek Joseph she was there Melinda had come home to me I found myself scrambling to get off the bed while she stood there watching me she stood perfectly still and her eyes were bright and intelligent the last time I had seen her eyes they had been empty dead now they were alive with brilliant color and intelligence I yelled her name and I ran around the bed to see her he stopped for a moment to wipe his eyes it was a ghost I thought automatically and then we embraced he continued eyes narrowed in disbelief at first I thought she was a spirit a ghost Papa said echoing my thoughts but but she was physically the hair I hugged her and kissed her and she did the same back she was there Joseph she didn't say a word and she didn't have to we made it to the bed and I was just so excited to see her I won't specify details for your sake but she came back he looked up to find my furrowed brow and Confused expression what I'm telling you is very very real he urged I'm not making this up gun I did not imagine it I had proof show me I said skeptically at the end I I will he assured me when I woke up I expected her to be gone I expected her just to be a figment of my imagination a specter in a physical form but she was there in the bed with me watching me the excitement over Kay me again and she happily embraced with me yet again I never felt as happy as in that moment the moment after you lose your life and then get it back again unfortunately it was only temporary beside I tried asking her what had happened I reminded her that we buried her and asked her how she had gotten out how she made it home she wouldn't answer though she just stared at me with the happiest expression It was as if she didn't hear a word I said I went to the cemetery that day and brought her with me my logic began to take hold once again and I came up with answers perhaps we have buried the wrong body perhaps she had never died in the hospital in the first place perhaps it was somebody else's wife buried under Melinda's name I spoke with the director of the cemetery and introduced my wife didn't see my wife's body nor been at the funeral so he had no idea what she looked like but he was absolutely skeptical I told him that somebody else's family member was buried in her grave but he told me that it was impossible I understand to dig up the casket and determine who was really buried there but he refused I got angry and yelled trying to reiterate my point but he shook his head and told us there was nothing he could do I left feeling angry strangely I was more upset that someone else was missing the family or his body than anything else Melinda tried to cover me as we drove home I refused to drop it though your mother happened to call and check up on me the phone rang soon after we had arrived home I told her the amazing news but naturally she didn't believe me either I told her to drive over and see for herself at the time I was living up at the old Oh what's it called you remember the house with a half staircase I nodded remembering it suddenly very interested that there might be a way to confirm a story through my mom she made the drive while I made dinner when she arrived she couldn't get out of the car the door wasn't broken or anything she she just stopped I saw her eyes me Melinda's and she couldn't even bring herself to open the door because she was so overwhelmed it's understandable just after just marrying her own mother she didn't even come inside she just told me to get in the car and come with her I started to him brought Melinda but she backed up instead and drove away I was confused but chalked it up to her grief she called him in it later while she drove and told me to leave without Melinda I asked her what was wrong but she refused to say I told her to please come home and that Melinda mister but she hung up the whole time Melinda stroked my back as if she was comforting me for all the grief from her death she just smiled when I tried to tell her that her own daughter wouldn't come by I thought that meant that she understood Papa took a break smiling and taking deep breath his lungs were tired from talking I could tell my got the same way after a while do you need some water I asked he shook his head I've got all of three days with Melinda we stayed at home and I cooked all of her favourite meals I thought that the heart attack had killed her appetite because she didn't need anything no amount of questions would get her to speak to me it began to be concerning that she wouldn't speak I remember thinking she didn't have a seizure an aneurysm so why isn't she talking i wondered if her brain and broken somehow her if she was simply not choosing to speak i got a doctor's appointment blood but never got to take her there did she die again I asked cautiously beside your father came over three days after mother had come and left he caught me while I was guarding him and Melinda was inside reading a book he startled me because he left his car on the road and walked down the driveway he said we needed to talk and I stood up to brush myself off your father told me to come with him because there was something he needed to show me I told him to give me a minute to get my shoes and bring window alarm I was terrified to leave her alone for too long as you can understand instead of explaining your father grabbed me by the wrist and practically drugged me into the car I didn't gather really fight I was just confused he buckled me in and we drove off I remember that he was driving rather erratically and watching from the rearview every few seconds he looked anxious but wouldn't reply when I asked what was wrong we pulled into the cemetery and I understood that this was about Melinda we would think that after only one visit that I wouldn't remember where her grave was but I knew exactly where to stop there were four people standing around her grave Arthur led me out of the car and over to the group the group consisted of two policemen the cemetery director and your mother it wasn't until I got closer and they stepped aside that I saw it Linda's casket had been raised out of the ground and a pile of freshly moved here it was piled beside the hole you are mr. Bradley Duncan the cemetery director asked as we approached yes I met you a few days ago I commented he nodded you took my advice I see who was buried everyone fell uncomfortably silent your mother stared at the ground your father watched her with worry no one was the director said at last I got confused and pushed my way around them I got to the other side of the grave and lifted the lid over the casket empty the tunnel was still there but the casket seemed unused except for some crumbs of dirt that had made their way inside I don't understand I started repeating while I dropped the lid this time one of the police officer stepped forward he told me of the grave had been found that morning with the dirt and the pile and the shovel next to it the grave had been slightly ajar with the bit of dirt inside yes through a thinly-veiled question if I knew anything about it the question baled an accusation it couldn't have been me I ensured him because Luna had been home for several days she would attest that I was not there last night and that I was home all morning the officer pointing to my clothes pump I replied that I've been gardening Arthur to his credit confirmed that I had been gardening when I arrived the most heartbreaking moment was when your mother try not to cry asked me point-blank if I had dug up their mother's body and taken it that was when I realized what they thought I'd done I told them that I couldn't prove them Linda had never been buried I could prove that she was alive and well as a caravan he drove back to my house Arthur and your mother in the car with me in and a police cruiser behind us your mother and father kept exchanging looks and I tried to understand what was going on Laurel honey you saw your mother she was never buried she's alive I urged she refused to answer she just clenched her jaw we pulled into the driveway and everybody got out I was told to stay outside with one of the officers while the other officer checked the house your mother and father were told to stay outside as well we waited for a while before the first officer returned he said that no one was home I expressed my confusion and raced into the house Arthur and your mother followed me out of concern the officer went in behind as well Melinda must have turned out all the lights and shut all the blinds because it was extremely dark inside we vance out of the doors entrance and into the living room figures on the back of my neck startled me and I jumped out of my skin when I spun around I saw your mother she hits for me to turn back around so she could see someone turned on the hallway light and she poked out my neck she has to Arthur to take a look and he sucked in a deep breath I asked what was wrong but was interrupted by something falling over down the hall in the bedroom I saw the officer that had stayed outside exchanged a look with the first officer the one that had entered the house and assured the other one that there is no one home I remember saying very confidently relax everybody I told you Melinda's home that's when everything turned to hell a figure dashed out of the bedroom blood on their hands and feet like an animal everyone was yelling as it sped towards us down the hallway the single light above it obscured its face in the shadow and made its movements look unnatural I heard a hiss and the my eyes exploded it took me a moment to realize that both of the officers had begun firing at the thing it recoiled but only for a second I saw the cops yell something using a free hand to push all of us back I tried to scream at them to stop firing because they might hit Melinda but I knew right then that I was in the wrong and that I'd been in the wrong the whole time for those first few and 10 seconds I thought someone or something else had broken into the house but another full glance at the thing crawling towards us told me that it was Melinda it was and it wasn't the gunshots didn't do anything there weren't even holes on her body I fell over the couch and ended up rolling onto the floor your mother screamed and tried to help me up the two cops formed a barrier between us and it and your father had somehow disappeared everyone was yelling but my ears were still ringing and suddenly out of the kitchen your dad jumped through the doorway and landed on Melinda I saw her mouth open in she spun her head around as Eva grabbed her that's when I saw the fangs 2 foot long fangs had changed from her teeth into needle points like a saber-toothed tiger time froze for me in that instant as I saw Melinda for what she really was time continued when Arthur plunged the steak knife into her back the result was instantaneous I remember thinking it he would anger by stabbing but instead it dropped like a corpse the officers kept yelling I think him making wild motions with their free hands Arthur stood and trip back onto the floor but scrambled back against the front door his back to it Melinda didn't move I didn't move Arthur was the one who stood up and kicked the body much to the policeman's fear but it was dead I was now man your mother held my hand during the first few hours and even days the policeman took turns throwing up with my hearing returned I I could hear them wondering a lot of what they should do one nugget Melinda's new face told everyone then it was not human I still don't know how Arthur sorted it out he spoke with the two of them for a while in the bedroom after a few minutes they both left they avoided eye contact with the body as they passed by one of them caught my eye on the way out and then the door slammed Arthur and your mother had a talk and I was taken to your house for the next few days Arthur stayed at mine on the fourth day after everything happened just when I had decided to pretend that Melinda and I died on the proper day your father came home she passed your mother and knelt down in front of me he said something to the effect of this I don't understand everything then you might think that I do but I truly don't I made educated guesses nothing more I don't know what happened to your wife or how but I think I solved the problem he took a small vial on a chain and hands it to me it took a few deep breaths before we spoke in these are the ashes of her heart the rest of her is in an urn I bought of space in your home town of Sura ashes in a week I'll take them there to be stored but but I left these ones for you to keep if you don't want them I'll put them with the rest I took those ashes Joseph Papa said taking his hand away from mine my palms are sweating from his story he lifted a chain from around his neck and lifted it over his head he sent a small glass vial in my palm it was full of blacks and the irregular shapes in the way climbed the glass told me that it was indeed ashes I thought onto them ever since and I've spoken more and more to your father about what happened he let me stare at the vial for a few minutes processing everything when I was done I handed it back to him you placed it securely around his neck in Jung tucking it under his shirt when your mother came by that one day she knew she knew that it wasn't Melinda I don't know how she did and I did in but she did and when she confided in Arthur he didn't believe her but she was so shaken up said that after a few days he decided to do something about it something illegal he dug up Melinda's casket and found it empty use my shovel to shift the blame off of him and used it as an excuse to investigate the night he dug up her casket he stayed up then looked for any similarities online when he found the legends my heritage confirmed that it must be correct the street girl heard of it I shook my head the street Ville meth comes from Romania our home country they're the basis for a lot of myths that go along with vampires that's when I laughed the whole time you've been telling me this story his expression reflected hurt and I immediately regretted laughing but it was too late my laughter had shut him down unconsciously he button his top button to further hide the ashes I want you to be cremated so that the meth of the stree grow stays that way he said abrupt I'm asking you to put it in your will I proof of what happened to your mom I have the bikes to prove it Joseph he sighed and then stood up thank you for at least listening Papa wait I said feeling awful I understand you think it's just a story he made his way to the door and opened it I found myself suddenly weakened both unable and I'm willing to protest his leave just knowledge el sofá whether you tell your wife to cremate you or not I will we shut the door faster than I could react and I was left alone in my room with the Sun starting to set the room felt much colder than I had before I laid awake for hours retelling the story in my head that part that stands out to me are the supposed conditions that can turn the corpse into a street go being born early born out of wedlock filled with pain or regret suicide or died in a natural death to name a few I was born early an out of wedlock I definitely feel pain and I know I regret the way I've treated Bethany's last few months how natural is cancer in terms of ways to die and didn't I someone decide to commit suicide by not paying for treatment maybe it's because I'm sick maybe it's because I'm close to passing away especially at a young age Papa story had been bouncing around in my head ever since he visited I haven't spoke to him since but it's been on my mind constantly I wonder what Beth would do if I'd came back from the grave if I came back and just hung around with her and her kids smiling contently during the day and stealing her life at night maybe the cancer had gotten to my brain and maybe paranoid regardless I told Beth I told her that I want to be cremated [Music]

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Channel: Mr. Creeps

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Length: 30min 27sec (1827 seconds)

Published: Thu Jul 27 2017

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