"Never Call Your Children's Name In The Rain Forests Of Trinidad" Creepypasta

[Music] I'm 78 years old sitting and waiting for death in parts of a Florida Hospital hooked up to machines and monitors which are supposed to keep me alive but ironically make me feel more dead than anything else I don't have a whole lot of time left but these past few days after chemotherapy I have had a lot of time to think and reflect on my memories of my earlier life in a different time and different place there was nothing particularly outstanding about my life with time and age I forgotten most of the irrelevant parts of it but as I lay here one particular incident for my childhood stands out to me with the frightening clarity that even now as a geriatric it makes me shut my eyes and clench my fists wishing that it was only a bad dream I was born on the island of Trinidad in the Caribbean a relatively small but wealthy oil and other resources this was back in the 50s before Trinidad was even a country of its own just another British colonial possession at the Caribbean at the time infrastructure wasn't very well developed but I lived with my parents in the capital of Port of Spain and which was much more industrialized than the countryside where my grandmother lived one summer when I was 10 years old my father an engineer decided that it would be a good opportunity for me to visit his mother my grandmother at her house and Sangre grande a largely rural area in the eastern part of the island I had only heard of her every now and again and usually through arguments between my parents my mother wasn't very fond of you nice jar Olson or mammy UHN and as she was known in Creole by the family my mother an educated progressive minded woman of her time was fiercely opposed to mammy you and superstitions and traditional view of family life even though they met in person only a total of three times the most my mother couldn't stand her so when my father hatched the idea of sending me to visit her during our school vacation she was less than pleased I remember the night before our lives our sizeable apartment in the city was in an uproar you're sending him to stay with that old bat in the bush for an entire month Wendell and what of a snake bite salmon or if he falls off of a cliff she can't take proper care of Emma my mother hist would you calm down I'm only taking him there for two weeks and I'll be stationed at the track in center and ARIMA that's less than an hour away by car if anything happens I'll be there quickly enough my father retorted I still don't like this what if she poisons my child he isn't accustomed to that kind of countryside food that they eat he is such a delicate boy which is why this trip is perfect for him Sandra a couple weeks in the country outside of this hellhole of a city will do him some good the country is changing it would be good for him to experience at least some of the things I did as a child before and it became a wasteland my father SATA and I listened through the walls I don't know why my mother and mammy you and had such a bad relationship one of my older relatives told me that it was because of something that happened when Maya was still pregnant with me I never really questioned that but it was strange hearing my mother talk about her mother-in-law like that I had never heard her raise her voice like that before so hearing it was strange [Music] the next day my dad loaded up his car and we were on our way out of the city heading toward to God alone knows Wyatt and we spend close to three hours driving on some of the worst roads in the country at the time over time and the asphalt from the city turned to dirt and then damad and eventually what I can only describe as odd the telephone lines were replaced by towering palms and coconut trees and I wondered how a woman as old as my grandmother would live in a place so remote the villages were spread far and apart with only a few Hut's dotting the lush green ocean of trees that was Eastern Trinidad the nearest neighbors were about 20 minutes away in with no telephone lines and very few vehicles you could end up dead from something as Monday in his food poisoning or a stubbed toe that got infected I began wondering about what my mother Santa and I had immediate reservations about coming here what did I know about this woman besides the fact that she held me once when I was a few days old my father who was quiet the entire driver must have seen the look of concern on my face and he spoke up I know that this is a new experience for you but trust me it'll be good for you getting some time away from your mother and I will be great you'll get to see some streams and breathe some of the freshest air on the island I can remember playing in the forest up on that side for hours when I was here at Hitchin just don't go too far inside yeah I know there's snakes in there I said softly yeah snakes and other things my father's face immediately turned from happy and nostalgic to concerned I noticed that its brow tines he only did that when he was in deep thought are considering a punishment for me in hindsight it was one of the strangest things that I had seen after a few more minutes of driving and we finally reached a dirt track leading to a little cottage with the sheets of galvanized steel for a rough an old woman was sitting on a small wooden bench on the gallery outside and she waved for us to come inside that's your granny Yuna he's sad as he smiled you grew up here I asked if you have some of the best years of my life he said without taking his eyes off of the house baby boy look how big you get oh my lord I missed you so much the woman said as she threw to frail hands around my father's shoulders holding him in a tight embrace and she was the stereotypical Caribbean granny and wearing a long blasts with a multicolored head wrap on looking back there were no distinguishing features I could describe only that she was old even by my understanding of age right now looking back mammy UHN was probably pushing 90 by the time of the visit and this must be the big man I ain't seen you since she was a little one with your mammy she SATA yeah he'll be staying here with you for the next couple weeks it'll be good for you two to get to know each other and plus he's never been out of the city and my father's sad is that so well we have lots to see on the side mr. city boy I can't wait for you to come and go for a trail walk with me she SATA even at her age I could see how spray tea and full of life she was looking back her courage and spirit were just a few other things I admired about her most after a cup of cocoa and some catchin ABBA my dad got back into his old antique Chevy leaving me behind mammy youin took me to my room which had a gorgeous view of the Sanger ground to her eyes on her in the distance I could hear monkeys chattering impaired squawking I had never seen so many trees at one place before and it was a welcome change from the dismal grey buildings and traffic congestion of the city when you're done unpacking and you can walk around downstairs but don't stray too far you'll like it here I just know it she said WOM Lee before his setting off to get dinner started I slipped into a pair of shorts and a button-up t-shirt before heading downstairs I walked around in the yard and I saw that there was no fence separating me me EWTN's house from the forest i watch around the towering trees and I saw large colorful fruits hanging from them some of which I recognized and others that I did not while walking I continued to hear the sounds of the forest a few toads some monkeys over hada a squawk that I can only imagine a parrot made until I walked a little distance away in I came upon dead silence it was odd not even the breeze seemed to rustle the leaves and branches in this part and there is a hot heavy presence in the air the only way I can describe it was being on a packed bus at midday but there was no one besides me around I was about to investigate further when I heard a bell ringing in the direction of mammy EWTN's house I walked over and I saw her ringing the bell in the gallery I thought that this was odd as old as she was I'm sure that she could have still called me I wasn't that far away I'm back how come you just didn't call me Anna I asked we don't call the names of the cheerin when you're out in the bush it invites things to follow them and maybe you and said curtly before inviting me into the house things like Watson certainly it can be the pair to the monkeys I saw out there I was genuinely confused at this point but I decided not to press it any further at least not until after dinner when we would have more time to chat it was at that point I realized my grandmother was a woman of many strange quirks and customs taking her shoes off at the front door throwing a pinch of salt over her shoulder when cooking even her almost 10-minute long grace before meals prayer in Creole was something to note dinner was a nothing short of perfect a while lounging around the living room I saw my grandmother had a small bookcase near her rocking chair they looked ancient and was made of shiny black wood I remember the bookcase particularly well because out of everything in her house it was the only thing that seemed to shine as it polished onyx were different versions of the Bible a copy of the bag of a Gita the Hindu holy book and various other leather-bound hard covered books with what appeared to be a scarlet red pages those ones interested me because I couldn't remember seeing books that size before they were about twice the thickness of the old Bible mammy yuan was reading to her oil lamp right now you looking at the books over there she asked over her shoulder not even having to take her eyes off the page she was reading I felt a little nervous I didn't want her to think that I was prying on her just one day into my visit to it's ok I could imagine that you're very curious I don't think your mother or father would have spoken a lot about me over at your house it is she SATA I walked over to her and I asked what are all those books she studied my face besides the orange glow of the lamp before an Serena knowledge of the spiritual I'm a Catholic by birth but - it's good to read about - other people's cultures and experiences with the other plane as far as I can say they all hold a little bit of truth in each page I found it so profound my grandmother had such an open mind on more than one occasion I heard my mother referred to her as an old senile bad but this interaction was refreshing it suddenly the old cabin wasn't as menacing as it was as mammy you and began giving me details of her own background how her parents were plantation hands who could trace their ancestry back to Cameroon how she married a drunken mule cart driver who squandered their savings leaving only this house for her after his diet how my father got a scholarship he go abroad and furthered his life and how despite his repeated pleas to move her to somewhere more civilized she refuses to go my heart and soul is in this land it has so much beauty and happiness out here in these fields and forests but at the same time there is some wickedness to it too not a lot but just a little bit to she SATA I could see a look of worry wash over her face and a flicker of the orange flame and the way the shadows cast over her eyelids made her look sadder and that's when I remembered what she had told me when I first came in for my walk mammy yoona what did you mean when you told me that calling my name might invite something in with me she kept your head in the same position I thought with a hitch her hearing would have faded and she didn't hear the question so I began repeated before she interrupted I heard you the first time child you might not know it but there is a lot of evil in this world and just how it has good things to help us and guide us there is the bad that tries to distract us and keep us scared out of that bush it has some of those things and hearing your name was only giving them too much information I said listening to her with white eyes most of my life my mother told me the superstitions of ghost was just nonsense in the city with our cars and electric lights it was easy to dismiss these fears with the flick of a switch as easy as the light would push back the shadows but out here maybe you and slow words had in here equality I just couldn't shake and not even with all the lights in the world these are his spirits are talking about sir and they live in the bush I asked yes boy and they live out there some of them take the physical fleshy form of some nasty little things human-animal hybrids the worst is the do Enza them as the spirit of the baby Santa was never baptized they walk around with her feedbag turned to show their progressing backwards with age I raised one I brought the thought of this I wasn't very versed in folklore so this was the first thought I'd ever heard of them have you ever seen Juana I asked nah years ago there was a woman that used to live in another village and she used to walk down to the river to wash her clothes and on her way back she saw a basket with what she thought was a baby crying inside she wanted to know what beast would abandon a helpless child on a dirt track in the bush and so she picked it up and decided to carry it home a little ways down the road and as she started to feel the basket getting heavier and heavier in her arms until she couldn't carry it in anymore and the baby's cries were replaced with a deep masculine voice that told her you better put me back where you found me a well child and she dropped the basket with whatever was in it and took off down the road and never looked back in the end it took two doctors and a priest to try and calm her down but she never been right sends the mammy you and SATA should tap the side of her head as unsettling as his story was even at my age was still skeptical the eyewitness account of one obviously traumatized woman who probably didn't have a proper education wasn't enough to convince me of what was going on and do you believe that - I asked him Athenian she turned Edna I could see what looked like anger in her eyes the warm maternal presence was gone and her mood shifted entirely boy even though I wasn't there I see some things in this life at your father could tell you - he might pretend to forget who don't know but trust me he remember her I thought of my father's facial expression on the way here when he described his own experiences it was weird and clearly both he and mammy you and weren't giving me the whole story I was curious but she wasn't in the mood to answer any more of my questions it's getting late you should go and sleep I'll wake you for breakfast tomorrow and we can take that walk wash up and say your prayers I felt like now I had more questions than answers I lay awake and listening to the breeze blow across the branches of the trees outside a few forest noises and what might have been the trickle of a few streams but - nothing Allison as I lay awake in bed thinking about what mammy you and had told me and trying to piece together from my early childhood memory what could have been responsible for such apprehension and strangeness from both her and my father sleep came but it was heavy and restless I woke up with the headache the following day covered in sweat to see the first rays of light peeping through the window I could hear movement in the kitchen downstairs and I went down to see mammy Yuen cooking breakfast after a surprisingly quiet breakfast and we washed up the wares and got ready for this hiya kid by this time the Sun was just a little bit over the horizon and bathed the entire forest and a lovely and green gold humor I sometimes remember that glow on my days in this old gray building of death and I yearn for Hareton right now it only exists in my mind during the walk mammy you and showed me some of the native plants and what they were used for everything from treating urinary tract infections a fever to even a quick poisoner it was very educational until we reached a clearing in the forest you know your father had a brother of all the things I was expecting her to say that was not one of them I was about to ask her to repeat it I was so sure I didn't hear what she had said when she continued his name was Warren he was a year younger I never heard of my father mentioning siblings of any kind so this was a shock years ago when they were about your age and they were out here playing exploring and he may got lost we thought that they just lost track of time but we eventually find your father and he was petrified eventually all the men and boys in the village gathered up torches and lights to go look for warning we even got help from some of the officers who had trucks to drive through those dirt roads and we must have looked through those bushes for weeks even months before it and they eventually gave up I could only listen and watch us the first drops of Tears run down her wrinkled cheeks we thought that he had just died and was never found until your father finally spoke up and told us what had happened while they were out there he said that the dew once appeared around of her and one by one in a circle and started playing with Amber he said from the top half they looked like normal children and they couldn't see their feet because of the underbrush in the forest but they got to a clearing like this one and they saw their twisted legs and they tried to run and that's when they grabbed my son's your father said he fought to get away and ran back but he left Warren behind they take my child she yelled into the forest before her voice descended into sobs I was dumbfounded it if what my grandmother was saying I ain't an uncle who disappeared in his Bush's decades ago whaa no wonder my mother was apprehensive about me coming here but was something as traumatic as that incident why would my father allow it no one encouraged it I still had my skepticism about this whole issue girls children didn't abduct my uncle rural areas like these I reasoned had more than enough ways to die without the supernatural being involved so I quickly dismissed the idea but if that was the case well then why was his body never found drowned in a river was one thing but on an island as small as Trinidad ax1 was bound to find the dead body of a child sooner or later in the end I can only arrive at the conclusion that none of this made any sense maybe you and composed herself before look at him he's still emotional inside it don't worry just stay near the house and you'll be safe this is still a good place I wasn't so sure anymore in my ten-year-old brain there is a mask over this part of the country one that I only got a fleeting glimpses of in moments like these we walked back to the house in silence while my grandmother prepared lunch I decided to do some exploring on my own I thought a few wild flowers and fruits would be enough to console my grandmother from having a recount such a horrible thing and so I wandered into the track much further than I should have and in search of some wild orchids before long and the sounds of the forest came under a heavy silence no parrots monkeys were around even the wind seemed to avoid this particular patch of trees I thought about what could have caused this when suddenly I felt dizzy it was strange I wasn't hungry nor was I even moving it I just felt disoriented without literally doing anything when I thought my footing I saw him the distance some matted black hair poking out from behind a log I looked closer and I realized that it was a little boy he didn't seem to be lost in fact he seemed to quite comfortable out here and maybe it was the neighbor's child but the nearest neighbor was a quarter mile away and I doubt anybody would walk this far up the road when the boy or the thing turned I felt my stomach sink as my entire world was turned upside down and instead of a pair of normal legs and the boys toes were facing backwards as both legs appear to be sick and Lee twisted at the need to Epson he turned his face and I saw it horribly distorted as his eye sockets sagged and his lips trembled and uttering something that resembled a-- who Oh oh it screeched louder as it got closer it's backwards legs not slowing it down as it scuttled towards me and as terrified as I was I remember whispering oh God beneath my voice just before turning to Ron I could not bear to turn around and see how close he and that thing was to me but I could hear branches breaking and leaves rustling but with that awful hoop sound just behind me pure fear course through my body as had leftover branches and over trees to get away in the distance I can hear mammy you and calling me towards the edge of the tree line I raised towards her as I gradually heard the footsteps and sounds fade away behind me I burst out of the bushes with such a force that mammy you and jump back boy where was you you know how long I ring in this damn Bell I was before she continued and she saw the look of fear and bewilderment on my face Oh God are you okay she asked as she wrapped her arms around me they're real I could only say between pants and sobs she led me inside and tried to soothe me apparently one I thought was only a few minutes in the forest was actually three hours mother time that I was inside and the Sun already began to dip below the horizon leaving behind an area orange blue glow in the clouds we don't have any phone down here and it's too late to go to the store so I'll call your father to come pick you up first thing tomorrow Oh God and the same thing I didn't want it to happen and she lamented it I could need a bite of dinner I kept thinking about that thing's phase how distorted it seemed in its legs a shudder ran up my spine and I felt my stomach turn Agana before long I went to bat it I tried to think of the things I liked cricket coconut water fishing with my friends anything to get my mind off of that thing but it was to no avail some of these things were real and they were responsible for my uncle's disappearance what did they do to him was he their prisoner was he eaten by madmen why have none of these things ever been captured I know that that they were supposed to be ghosts but soon when I saw this afternoon looked I'll be physical enough these thoughts did not bring back rational thinking and they erased that and then it occurred to me here during my escape in the bush mammy Yuen was calling me she called my name unlike the night before I couldn't hear any wind brushing against the tree hissing no forest animals not even the stream seemed to make any noise I had just reached for the oil lantern on the nightstand when I saw the dark figure leap through the open window in a flash straight through the window went out of my bed it landed on top of my chest it was one of those things and despite its relatively small and lean frame it was strong its slanted eyelids had no eyes underneath and they were just empty socket and I could see its mouth making the hoop noises I was terrified beyond belief as it began strangling me with its dirty hard hands I was forced to look at its hideous face and then it shocked me when it spoke in a deep tone I knew you would come back Wendell I knew that I would have gotten you eventually how did it talk how did he know my father's name I could feel myself losing consciousness just as mammy you and burst into the room shouting Psalms and French Creole she was armed with nothing but her heavy black Bible in one hand and no machete and the other you're not going and getting another one you wicked thing she screamed the thing began cursing before releasing me and jump into the window back into the darkness I eventually slipped into unconsciousness after that the eye of famed memories of my grandmother carry me to her room and rubbing my chest and neck with eucalyptus and other sweet-smelling oils before eventually holding me close and Rakhi me to sleep I awoke the next morning after another silent breakfast with my grandmother and she took me to the nearest supply store where she called my father I waited outside as she instructed him to come and get me during the conversation I heard he used the words emergency and repeats before and she eventually hung up in about 30 minutes I saw my father's car pulling up to the driveway of the store I really wish you stayed could have been better Nabby Yuen said before reaching and pulling me into a hug she looked and she sounded so sad I know I just don't know what to say mammy thanks I said softly she let me go as I hurried over the front seat my father looked about ten years older as mammy you and brought my father up to speed on everything that had happened his look of fear was quickly replaced with sorrow and when he looked back at me in the passenger side seat I never saw my father cry before that day and I never saw him cry again after that it was a powerful image that time moved me to tears as well before long I saw my father walked back over to the car and without saying anything but the car and driving began reversing out of the driveway I saw mammy you and raised her hand and gave me a wave I returned it knowing that this would be the last time that I would ever see her the three-hour drive back to the Port of Spain was excruciating a silent on at least a three dozen occasions I wanted to start a conversation with my father about what had happened about what he saw growing up about something he only spoke once as he approached her house and it is something that stays with me now even as a decomposing old man he was your age Warren and they took him in that forest and they'd never let him go they wanted me to I don't know why but they came on the night that your mother was pregnant and we were in sangra Grande it came and it offered me Warren back and returned for her you I couldn't help it I was so overcome with fear and raw primal emotion while sitting and my throat burnt and I felt my eyes water why did you send me if you knew that they wanted me I asked he replied without looking at me I wanted to know if it would keep the promise he said softly I sat in silence in the days that followed the years that followed my father and I spoke less and less to each other about two years later I heard that mammy you and had died of a heart attack while walking down to the corner store she was 102 and still full of life and energy and the entire family had buried in Sanger Grande and her special rights as per her last request I did not attend years after that I passed my last secondary school examination and I owned a scholarship to study medicine in Florida I eventually met my wife and I got married despite repeated pleas for my mother to come back to Trinidad I never did but I did move her to the US with my family when my father died I can't even remember our final conversation only that he ended it with how sorry he was [Music] you [Music]

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Published: Wed Aug 07 2019