"Never Give Directions To Strangers" (Creepypasta)

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it's taking me well over a year to gather the courage to talk about this openly I can't help but feel responsible and you'll understand why soon on a late night in October of 2015 the sky collapsed over my town the clouds that had descended blanketed themselves over my small suburban neighborhood and the nearby highway the fog was so dense that looking out of the window yielded nearly the same results as staring directly at a blank piece of paper that night I remember hearing the weather siren sounding off at going out there on earth leap Shortell across the empty streets surrounding my home I ignored them at first choosing to instead continue my ritual of watching my nighttime sitcoms Matt however and did soon after the first siren went off the flickering imagery on my much too old television broke apart exposing warnings of low visibility and severe lightning in my sitcoms place I watched and listened us the television seemed to join the call the sirens outside letting loose their bleeps and emergency tones the signal warned us to stay inside and to avoid driving for our safety and the safety of others I let it a quick huffing distaste as my nightly routine was interrupted I set my eyes on a radio and decided to give it a quick try anything will be better than sitting in silence unfortunately that thought was wrong as I wandered towards my radio inflicted to life the only noises that escaped were robotic and emotionless warnings from the National Weather Service I felt my shoulder shrug in defeat if this had been a tornado or hailstorm I'd appreciated the heads-up I could prep for the storm but there was nothing I could do about fog from there I let my eyes wander over to the far too bright mist sweeping across what should be the naturally dark strengths I let it assign broke my gaze before heading over to my kitchen deciding that maybe some hot chocolate would relax me enough to doze off and allow my dreams to take me away from this strange but boring evening but as I was stirring in the hot chocolate mix into the steaming milk an idea hit me I had an old CB radio locked up in my attic I might not be able to watch my shows or listen to my radio but maybe some was lucky enough some trucker would be stopped on the highway and be willing to have a chat with me I knew it was a bit of a long shot CB radios were very rapidly going out of style for truckers but I knew a few still had them for emergencies at her idle chatter I left the kitchen with my hot chocolate in hand and crept up to my attic steps I blew softly I'm a steam rising from my cup as I made the journey to my chest of goodies from yesteryear I lunched the old chest open and began to set up my little communications area I even pulled up an old dusty table I'd stored away for parties and placed all my needed equipment on top of it after a few minutes I was all ready to go I took a small sip of my drink and turn the radio on I listened as the aged crack through the speakers I had hoped the radio had survived the prolonged stay in storage and luckily aside from the faint crackles it seems rather functional i keyed the mic and called out through the fog hopefully there anyone is idle and bored as myself calling out to anyone stuck out in that fog as anyone out there I listened to the static of the radio if they did in and out nearly silently then a sputter of white noise came across the neck before an old man's have always came in relatively clearly thank goodness someone's out there I'm losing my mind over here can I get a radio check his elderly voice was gruff and hoarse the type of voice you'd expect from someone who spent a lifetime on the road I went my lips curl into a smile I really didn't expect reply you're coming in clear how me I asked making sure he can hear my end of the conversation a little broken up by audible this shit weather came out of nowhere he grumbled I imagined him leaned back in his seat the arms crossed with a radio dug into one hand I could practically envision his windows completely smothered by the fog isolated from everything yeah I didn't see anything on the television until after the fog and all the stations are playing that emergency frequency now waited for a few seconds for his response so you're holed up inside your home then I thought you might be on the road like me did you at least get to see the clouds fall I paused for a moment I've been watching my shows oblivious to the weather outside until the warnings I didn't have the privilege to see it roll into the neighborhood that's affirm I'm not in place right now and no I didn't get to see it had a brief chuckle and wheeze came over the radio you missed out craziest thing I've ever seen it was almost like the clouds hit a cliff midair and fell straight down they came hard enough that I was actually worried they beat my truck up his always trailed off slightly and thought I managed to park on the side of the road didn't see anyone else near me well damn sorry I missed it then I replied my smile escaping through my voice yeah well maybe some kid gun static interrupted him squealing wildly out of the speaker's I jumped back slightly reaching for my ears his voice fought through it the fuck was that everything all right that radioed in yeah I think so I I just saw it cars if by some sort of weird black light on it you give a dismissable I know damn well they can't see anything in this fog hell I couldn't see anything but that dumb light going off I leaned in closer to the radio thinking of an explanation but came up empty-handed some people have a death wish I guess I shrugged damn stupid if you ask me I'd say it they only care about themselves but if that was true they'd be parked on the side of the road like me to give another wheezy laugh ending in a coughing fit getting a little curious I started asking him some questions any chance you could make anything else out there they say there's some bad lightning in the area but I haven't seen or heard anything like that yet nah not a damn thing haven't heard any thunder either besides you it's quite a grave out here this fog doesn't even look like it's moving I sure as hell don't hear any wind hitting my truck and I bit my lip trying to concentrate on any noises outside being in my attic I should be able to hear the wind sweeping its way through the wooden boards of my house but he was right there was not this is a weirdest storm I've ever seen to be honest I wait no the lights are back he interrupted himself I could hear his voice strange his focus shifted outside of his truck they don't look right they aren't on the road his voice slowly trailed off what do you mean where are you I asked hoping everything was all right that's not right shit the only thing on that side of the road is a tree line no way in hell a car could squeeze through there the lights looked too high off the ground - they're a little higher than my eye level I'm in a goddamn semi hey just keep your eyes on it and let me know if you're all right you'll be okay I I could hear him swallow hard they're gone they zipped away again actually fuck me they didn't just zip away look they ran away I swear they goddamn crouched and sprinted off static consumed his transmission again but nowhere near as badly as before it's just some lights maybe someone's got some flares out there could be some hunters trying to find the way back home in this fog I tried sounding reasonable I figured there must be some sort of rational explanation yeah yeah it's got to be yet the fog must be screwing with my depth perception I can't see anything out here so I think I'm good I heard faint noises coming from a radio just behind his voice it didn't sound like something trying to make contact with us through the radio rather it's something like something that happened to be captured while the old trucker was talking is someone with you last I tried to sound unconcerned as if it was a normal question to ask negative just me he sounded a bit off put like he knew something was wrong I could tell he was on edge I just wanted to know if you were alone or not just to see if you had an extra set of eyes and he is out there oh no it's just me out here there was a brief pause followed by another explosion of static me eventually radioed back all right I'm done something just slammed into my trailer I I heard a loud metallic crash explode from my speakers followed by yelling daddy no hunter it's Rocking my god damn truck this voice sounded frightened static kept pulsating through the radio do you need me to call the police I asked worried about the safety of my new friend no I've already dialed in and just got put on hold I'm just going to hold off a bit on making noise and hope it goes away if this is some sort of bear it's a record holder I left the radio alone for a little while waiting for the old man to reply and was scared for him after a few surges of static in several minutes I finally got a reply the old trucker seemed hushed and talked under his breath hey I hope you're still there I don't want to be a burden to you but I'm not feeling all that safe out here do you think you could pull up a map or something to get me out of here talk to leave my trailer behind but his job ain't worth my life the faint sound of static hauntingly trailed off of his words I felt bad for the man something out there was really setting him off hey yeah sure if you can make it to my front door I'll let you in I'm just around the corner from the highway you're a real lifesaver just give me a second I'll get off my mobile radio you can lead me there no bit my cheek anxiously I had no idea of what I was doing was right or even safe for that matter but he needed help I didn't want to turn him away all right I'm opening up my truck he called him his voice heavily distorted by static the fog must have made the transmissions come in broken I reasoned to myself let me know when you hit a sign I'll tell you where to go from there a few seconds passed before he responded again Willard Street his voice crackled in take a right down that road and keep going until you hit an intersection a few more seconds past Johnson and Avery the voice were marked I felt confused he would have to be sprinting to have made it that quickly to the next sign are you all right do you need me to call someone the radio echoed my voice back to me muffled and contorted before I got a response from the man know what I just want to get out of this fog the trucker's voice repeated a few times before breaking apart and his static um all right then take Avery all the way down I replied I hope the hair stand up on the back of my neck something about this wasn't right and I wasn't dumb my neighbor directly across the street was a police captain I figured if I sent the old man there you can get the help he needed and I could pass it off as a mistake with the mental directions asked Tucker court the man reverberates in with his static let's see walk three houses down and my place should be on the left it holds my eyes tightly my forehead scrunched up and worried that prayed this would work out for the best outside the old trucker chortled well different pictures of his voice all resonated nearly at the same time repeating themselves I put the mic to my mouth to tell him to knock but couldn't muster up the courage I set the radio down turned it off I looked over my shoulder to my attics window that took a deep breath and released it before deciding to take a gander it wasn't expecting to see much how could I the fog covered everything but I looked anyway I got into my chair and crept towards the window I placed my hand on the wooden frame surrounding the glass and took a deep breath conjuring up my courage I slowly grabbed the curtains and very gently pushed them to the side allowing just enough space my high to peek through I know you want answers as to who or what was out there but the fog was too strong nothing but whiteness exposed itself to me visually physically emotionally I felt it out there I can only describe it dread incarnate it was a visceral primal feeling that washed over me stronger than anything else I've ever felt I know someone or something was out there it wasn't natural it had a goal an indecipherable incomprehensible goal and that goal led nowhere good I could feel the sense of death creep into my bones locking my joints into place my body was sticking for a quick end that's that feeling burned its way into my memories I forced myself to have the courage to run away from that window I turned my back towards the thought behind me and ran for my stairs I ran on instinct I thought my feet land on the lower floor and let myself be guided towards the only place in my home where I couldn't see into that missed my window was closet I jumped inside and slammed the door behind me I remember sitting in that closet corrales staring off into the darkness praying and hoping I imagine that feeling I stayed up all night until I could see the Sun filter in from under the closet door I exited my safe haven and crawled to a window before I peered outside I felt my mouth gape open when I saw my neighbor's attic window broken into no marks on the walls of the home give any sort of hint as to how whatever it was it climbed inside I instinctively called the police and they responded with haste after all my neighbor was one of them they took me in and refused to tell me what they found inside even afterwards the newspapers had nearly no information regarding the crime most I gather said my neighbors family was murdered in their home where they slept him his wife and his two children oh god those lives were extinguished because of me so that wasn't all that happened that night there was another murder that also happened on the highway no trucker named Gale I'm with the captain in his family gales death was listed as an animal attack and was separate from the murder investigation it claimed he parked too close to the woods and a bear must have wandered up to his door they said they don't know what possessed him to open his door but that had to have been from the bear got inside he was mauled to death that so-called bear ripped his head from his shoulders took it off into the woods they never found it but we know differently at least I do that wasn't a freak accident something is out there just waiting for directions if you made it this far I hope you'll follow me on Twitter at Kings spook creepy

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Published: Sun Jul 02 2017

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