"NEVER Speak after Sundown" Creepypasta

my grandfather told me a story that his dad had told him as a boy he lived in a town by the sea he didn't say where or what manner of town it was but I always pictured it as a typical Country Village with quaint houses and cobbled streets the locals had a rule that they would impose on themselves visitors though this was no tourist village mind you they didn't get many that stayed past sundown and newcomers the rule was you weren't allowed to talk outside after sunset to be more specific no vocalization at all not even humming most people didn't even venture outside after dark and every night people would triple check that every door and every window in the house was closed if you had a broken window you would board it up like a damn air lock if there was any hole in the wall any opening between your domain and the outside world it had to be sealed my great-grandfather didn't question it as a small boy I guess if you've lived with something since birth you wouldn't question it but every kid gets to that age where they start noticing things I sometimes wonder though would he have even learned the truth at that incident with the visitors hadn't happened well one time when my great-grandfather was around 10 years old some travelers were loitering around longer than usual if people didn't leave before it started getting late they would be chased out of town sometimes assured foe politely sometimes outright scared off but these guys five of them were young and boisterous and they didn't like being nagged at sunset came and the local children started throwing rocks at them blindly defensive of their town's practice the sheriff eventually told the men that they had to leave my great-grandfather remembered the hollering maybe they had had something to dream a lot of something but they wanted to know exactly why they weren't welcome you got a problem with us who do you bumpkins think you are so on and so forth eventually the small police force had to physically drag them to the edge of town past my great-grandfather's house at the very end of the cobbled street where he and his little sister wash from their bedroom window he heard them yelling something and in a moment of pure stupidity on his part his words not mine he tried to open the window a crack to hear them better he had never heard such tones what with how the town rationed words luckily his mother stopped them and dragged them both away from the window that night my great-grandfather kept getting up to peer through the curtains his sister mother father and his uncle were all asleep by that time he told my grandfather that a strange excitement laced with dread came over him that night I suppose it's like checking your phone but with a lot more fear involved then sometime in the early morning but long before the Sun was due he spotted the five men wandering around the streets they were yelling back and forth at each other perhaps still half drunk or just acting like the hooligans they were my great-grandfather waited with trepidation waited for some kind of boogeyman to descend upon them and snatch them away little did he know that what every villager dreaded had already happened they were long gone eventually with a stab of disappointment my great-grandfather finally slept through the rest of the night until a loud pounding woke him in the early morning his uncle got to the door before he did there on the doorstep was one of the young men from last night the whites of his eyes bulging and read his face etched with horror and sweat his uncle opened the door fully and the rest of the young men were visible trembling some ways down the street my great-grandfather didn't realize until later that one of them might have been dead he remembered the man's head lolling to one side as he laid on the ground an empty expression plastered across his face no blood no scars he was just pale one could have assumed he was still intoxicated he recalled the way the man's arms were tucked against his chest like he had been cold even though it had been a mild night that was the day his family and explicably packed up and left while the sheriff was busy dealing with a limp figure on the street surrounded by his friends my great-grandfather's family barely took anything the five family members simply departed in the early hours and went as far as they could it happened so quickly my great-grandfather couldn't muster up any protest but he did keep asking why it wasn't until they had settled in the next town over quite a ways away that the adults finally came clean we couldn't leave without someone taking our place they said and he could tell by the looks on his parents faces that they were sickened with a guilt but they simply couldn't pass up the chance to escape only his uncle remained stonyface to tell the tale he didn't coddle him and his sister and the parents couldn't stop him this time he said again that nobody could leave the town without someone else taking their place there always has to be the same amount of people he cut off my great-aunts question why and went on to explain that the five men would have to stay there now and that it was their own fault for not heating any warnings finally my great-grandfather reached his limit and he asked loudly why nobody was allowed to talk after sundown with a look that was flat and cold his uncle said there are things that awake in the night things that can steal people's voices they do it without you noticing they do it without being seen you don't even know it's happened until later it can take an hour a day or even a week they wait to use it what happens my great-grandfather asked they use your voice to trick your loved ones they can pretend to be then they can use it to get into your house there is one for every person in that town and if someone leaves without finding a replacement the creatures will follow them to their new place the creatures spread like spores they could be anyone what we did was against the rules but we had to risk it my great grandfather asked that man did they kill him they did worse than kill him my great-great uncle responded my great grandfather didn't tell anyone where that town was sometimes his son doubts that it even existed but something worried him there were five family members brother sister parents and uncle there were five men who came to the village but one of the men might have died that night people are asking why my great-grandfather's town didn't deliberately lure people in so they could escape according to his uncle they could be anyone at any time I'm guessing they could pretend to be your family member who is escaping alongside you the townspeople didn't want to risk even one of those things getting out [Music]

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Id: TVJZ66drKcE

Length: 9min 42sec (582 seconds)

Published: Sat Jul 08 2017