"The Children's Show" | CreepyPasta Storytime

[Music] my family moved to the GU rural town I grew up in to escape to a quiet calm atmosphere acres of land separated the neighbors houses from each other and grass meadows were spread out hundreds of yards couldn't invite overrating my old friends in the town that I formerly lived in and the houses were too far from each other to approach any of the neighboring homes well on my own to meet any other children I spent most of my time in the first few weeks living there in the front yard of our house putting on a lawn playing on my toys my mother sat on the porch watching me although most of my memory from our short period living in that house is hazy I distinctly remember a few events that transpired there while I was five it began when I was sitting in front of the television slipping through the channels and searching for my favorite show a children's program featuring singing and talking animals was only on in the afternoon that I couldn't find any station playing an episode so I continued to search the channel we didn't receive an abundancy of channels in the town but I I could find a couple popular stations I'll end up on the show I was familiar with I remember glancing at the corner of the screen and discerning it with a children station broadcasting various well-known shows my wide eyes glanced up at the bright flashing television screen cartoon animals were helping children learn how to share joyful melody played throughout the episode the following week I was sitting in front of the television and I stumbled across the children's station again but it was broadcasting a different program I could remember the title of the show I found but I can vividly remember everything that happened a group of children were gathered around a tree they were all holding hands and gazing up with cheerful smiles on their faces they were singing a song in unison I remember the words of the song but I remember it was involving something about the Lord contained words and phrases like happiness and love it sounded like children's gospel music and the children singing together on the screen resembled the groups of children singing and the pews at the church my parent had taken me to before I heard the sound of footsteps approaching towards living room my mother's chipper voice asked me what I was watching I don't remember what I replied but a puzzled expression grew on her face that she announced that lunch was ready congested me to the kitchen a short while after I stumbled upon the show again something immediately began unsettle me as I watched there wasn't anything over it was strange about it something seemed wrong I began to feel anxious to a familiar lump in my throat accompanied by a knot in my stomach I got growing whenever I felt nervous about a situation at school or with my friends the uneasiness developed into something that I had an accomplice to me like I was watching some man with him supposed to see a voice narrated the importance of sharing and the camera focused on a group of children sitting on a carpeted floor toys spread out before them the film appeared to be of poor quality and intermittent bursts of static distorted the screen three of the children sat in a circle playing with the alphabet bricks and two girls talked to a doll but the size of a baby the medium-length blonde hair and a pink shirt and denim jeans another group of children were filling in coloring books at a table the girls were acting out some sort of story with the doll it seemed like a normal game a child would play with her dolls but it was so often between our sentences I heard something that didn't sound quite right like a strange word or phrase I can't remember what they were saying but I remember feeling disquieted the burst of static between each clip began to increase the image in the audio became more distorted it only lasted a fraction of a second but I caught a glimpse of an image flashing across the screen during each interruption it was so fast that it couldn't be discerned if you were paying close attention and I caught a glimpse of red as the image flashed across the screen for the last time suddenly the image returned to normal the audio was smooth there was no interruption in between clips the children continued to play with the toys I recall having a nightmare when I went to sleep that night I remember that it was so vivid that I wondered if it had really happened for a long time I was playing in a playground and I remembered visiting my old town I ran around underneath the warm Sun the sky was bright blue and the leaves of the trees gently rustled in the wind I climbed up the stairs of the playground and rolled down the slide I climbed onto the platform and gripped the edge of the slide I just pushed myself through I was preparing to roll through it again and just as I let go of the edge I felt my body slowly sliding down the cool surface of the slide I saw a face at the bottom of the tunnel it was red good eyes were black with no visible pupils it was sitting perched at the top of the slide just staring at me through the tunnel I was overwhelmed by impending fear my mouth opened to form a scream but no sounds escaped my eyes fluttered open and I tried to adjust my vision to the darkness I was in my room in my bed underneath I need the comforter the red illuminated digits of my alarm clock red 3:30 4:00 a.m. my body was drenched in cold sweat my face was stained with tears I reached out my hand into the pitch blackness to turn on the light my hand caught hold of string I jerked it down my heart stumped so loudly I could hear it in my head I decide to relief with light turned on the face of that figure never left my mind as it stared at me I could feel the malevolent nature it emanated everything seemed to be normal the following morning our neighbors visited for the first time and we sat down to lunch together at the table as they asked me questions about school and my favorite toys and movies and television shows my mom explained that I hadn't begun preschool yeah but she was planning on signing in school soon we had a conversation about local schools after the guests left the show was playing when I turned on the television same group of children were playing a game of hide-and-seek but the camera was following them a song was playing in the background and animated in whimsical tune the camera followed their steps as they ran through the doors hid behind corners crawl through tight spaces and touch behind furniture a boy leaned against a wall covered his eyes with his hands he began to count to 30 a young girl with brown hair pulled back into a ponytail wandered down a long hallway and all the sudden the movements became very slow and the music ceased there was a deafening silence and you couldn't even hear the sound of her footsteps the camera began to shake and appeared as if it was gradually teetering from side to side I felt nauseous as I looked at the screen she stepped through a door at the end of the hallway and into the room there was a small door in the corner of the wall she crouched down and began to crawl towards it her hand rested on the miniature doorknob and the door swung open the camera was lowered and lens was fixed forward as she crawled through the narrow passage to the other side I couldn't discern what was on the other side but I could perceive a glimpse of a room there appeared to be nothing it was completely absent of furniture the doors windows the walls were painted red a garish intense red as soon as she reached the end of the passage the door to the entrance shut behind her the camera displayed a discipline the boy his forehead pressed against the wall his hands covering his eyes the sound of his counting was audible again 27 28 29 30 he jerked away from a wall and his hands fell to his side's he began to explore the house searching for the other children he knelt down beside a table little girl with curly blond hair left out from underneath he peered into rooms swung open closet doors and peeked behind furniture random children appeared popping out of their hiding places the show came to an end but I remember the thought lingering in my mind they never showed the little girl with the brown hair being found I was having trouble falling asleep the following night for some reason every time my mom turned off the light left the room and I watched the door swing shut behind her I was still by the strange sense of unease and dread I knelt down beside my bed my hands and knees pressed into the floor I kind of Lee leaned forward and peered underneath the bed I could hear the sound of my heavy trembling breaths my heart raced in my chest my cheek touched the cool hardwood surface of the floor and my eyes frantically searched through the darkness my stuff rabbit lay sprawled out in the floor underneath the bed shrouded by black shadows I didn't bother to reach out for I stood up onto my bare feet and staggered into my parents bedroom I asked them if I could sleep in their bed my mom offered to escort me back to my room as I lie down in the darkness I heard the sound of a knocking at the window he didn't bring myself to turn around my heart hammered in my chest I heard the knocking again like the sound of fingertips rapping against the glass pane I glanced up feeling the urge to scream but unable to form and sound a black shadow appeared behind the window standing in the frame the door swung open my parents rushed in my mother knelt by my bedside she asked me what was wrong I tried to explain to her with tears streaming down my face that I'd seen someone outside my window my mother explained that I had another night terror after my father gazed out the window he strolled outside and searched the yard but there was no one there the next time I watched that show a group of children were sitting at the table a little girl with black bangs was reading from a book its page is covered with rows of small black letters it sounded like the Bible but there was something different about it she passed the book to another child as the boy began to read the sense of uneasiness and my stomach increased the words resemble the passages of the Bible but there was something apparent about them there's subtle nuances and deviations in the seem that followed the same group of children were sitting in the classroom their glances were fixed ahead in their seats a dull faint voice spoke in the background underneath it I could hear this weeping as the disembodied voice continued to deliver its speech to the class they grew louder into a ceaseless wailing noise I could hear the sound of pounding and banging images flashed across the screen for a brief second in between the tape of the school children sitting in their seats I could I couldn't discern the contents of all the pictures but as they reappeared I caught glimpses of an image of a hand appearing to belong to a child Oh wailing noise growing louder in the background the hand reaching up from an outstretched arm fingertips scraping the wall scratching the paint peeling it off schoolgirl and one of the desks stood up from her seat and approached the front of the classroom with unsteady footsteps she knelt over and vomited on the floor the stream of yellowish liquid emerged from her mouth and propelled toward the ground tape ended and the regular broadcast in the station resumed I woke up the next morning to dissonant voices outside the sounds of my mother sobbing I don't remember much of what happened but my parents brought all their clothes and belongings outside and carried them into a moving van before we return to our formal town I only caught a few words these sentences from the conversation before we left as we gathered outside my house my parents were speaking to the police the police officer explained something to my mother with a solemn expression on the face nodding in between every few seconds I remember I remember him talking about something regarding a children's television show being broadcast in the town I didn't understand everything was saying but I remember that he spoke about the neighbors at a religious gathering in the town he explained that the the families administered the local preschool and he mentioned the words underground tunnels hidden rooms I didn't I didn't understand why but I could feel my heart sinking in my stomach when I heard him say the words red painted room we returned to the comfort of our former town and I met with my friends and went to my favorite nearby parks again for a long time I forgot about the isolated time but when I grew older it returned to my mind again sometimes I try to try to believe that most of it was just a coalescence of dreams and childhood delusions but the images still filled my head and all the feelings are terrible memories of something I can't understand still and comprehend [Music] Oh [Music] Oh [Music]

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Id: oxs65FJJNh4

Length: 14min 59sec (899 seconds)

Published: Sat Jun 24 2017