"The Small-Eyed Children of Cañón del Cristo" Creepypasta│by Unsettlingstories.com

the deathbed story my grandfather told was not one I initially believed he had been in a car accident there was head trauma he was in and out of consciousness for a few days before an aneurysm took him out of this world during his moments of lucidity he talked to me it didn't make a lot of sense the doctor told me everything grandpa said following the crash could be explained by brain damage and I agreed it seemed like he was conflating the old scary stories that he used to tell me as a kid with real events from his past the real event went like this in 1980 he was patrolling canyon del cristo a spot in the mojave that had over the years become a place where drug cartels went to dump bodies despite no bodies turning up in over 20 months he still liked to give it a walk through every now and then nice scenery and good air he'd claim aside from when I'd find a body his trouble started when a rattlesnake startled him causing him to jump back and lose his footing it was a bad spot for that he ended up falling about eight feet and shattering his knee that part I already knew I had vague memories of him in a cast when I was young he was on the canyon floor for hours whenever he tried to move the pain was so intense he just stopped and scream there was nothing he could do his radio was out of reach there were no cell phones back then it was only a matter of time before a mountain lion came by and put an end to him it turned out mountain lions were the least of his worries storm clouds were gathering overhead canyon del cristo was known for its flash floods if the rain was anything more than a sprinkle he'd drown it was much more than a sprinkle as thunder roared and rain peddled his supine body he waited for the inevitable flood that would end his life I knew this part too according to his previous versions of the story a patrol car came by after he hadn't been making his routine radio check-ins the other officer got him out of the canyon just before he was buried in the mud and the flood water he brought him to the hospital got a cast and recovered for a few months the end but recently as he lay dying my grandfather insisted that wasn't what really happened grandpa said he was panicking and hyperventilating in the dirt which caused him to pass out when he came to he was in what looked like a shallow cave in the side of the canyon and there were people in there with him now I need to pause to tell you all about the scary stories my grandfather told me when I was a kid he used to talk about creepy children with tiny eyes who wandered around the Mojave and kidnapped other children I always thought it was a way for him to scare me away from going into the desert by myself and it worked the way he described those kids their fat pale faces bald heads huge toothless mouth and pinprick sized red eyes gave me nightmares for years and it certainly kept me away from the desert that's for sure decades later as I listen to the story from his deathbed grandpa recalled waking up in the cave with two of those creatures from his scary stories I screamed when I saw them he said they were so awful looking so wrong oh yeah what did they do I asked regretting the unveiled skepticism in my voice they turned around and stared at me he replied their mouths were wide open I thought they were gonna eat me alive but they didn't obviously there was a dead coyote on the floor one of them shoved the whole thing into its mouth fur and all I inquired fur and all it closed its mouth and sort of shook then it opened up again and spit what look like half the coyote into the mouth of its friend it was like ground meat with bits of fur and bone in it I just kept screaming one of them came over and put its hand on my busted knee it hurt more than anything I was yelling and hollering and praying I'd pass out again whatever they were gonna do to me I didn't want to be conscious for it before I knew it I heard jobs there was a sheriff and a ranger they had been looking for me they filled those bastards with more holes than I had seen since the war after that they dragged me out of the cave and brought me to the hospital the rest is history I studied my grandfather with pity like I said I figured he was combining the trauma from his fall with the scary stories he told me when I was a kid I didn't give it much thought I smiled and nodded and patronized the poor guy until he passed away a few days later in his will I was given his home I moved into his desert ranch six months ago with my wife and newborn daughter it didn't take long before I realized my grandfather had been telling the truth it started with footprints in the dust outside the front and back doors they weren't ones I recognized they appeared to be three long fat toes connected to stumpy feet a little while later the same footprints were showing up around the windows especially the ones overlooking the baby's room our little page I bought a rifle that same afternoon I called the police to notify them and they assured me that they'd send regular patrols around they didn't seem surprised by the footprints and they asked unprompted if a newborn lived at the house just to make sure the windows are locked I was told a good lock should keep out most would-be intruders besides if someone breaks in you're well within your rights to use your weapon feel free to set up some security cameras - they're pretty cheap nowadays I took their advice the footprints didn't show up again when I scan through the camera footage I didn't see anything out of the ordinary things were quiet for a while three days ago my wife had gone to the store I was home alone watching Paige who was asleep in her crib it was around noon I heard the screen door open and commented that was fast my wife had left for the store only 20 minutes ago and it took ten minutes just to get there she didn't respond I figured she had just forgotten something Paige began to scream what's wrong Paige I called hey Erica can you go check on her there is no reply and Paige continued to scream Erica I got off the couch and headed down the hall there was a bizarre musty smell in the house almost like Eric had stepped in something when she was outside calm down Paige I'll be right there the screaming grew muffled as if she had found her pacifier see I said turning around the corner into her room there's nothing to scream about my frozen my tracks something was holding Paige with its long pink fingers it was short and stout with a bald head and a massive gaping maw and small red eyes dropper I screamed rushing at the failure it was lifting my daughter to its mouth I grabbed on to my baby shoving the creature hard and it freed her her screams began anew I clutched her to my chest and backed away my eyes never leaving the monster in front of me it's red eyes glared at me something was happening to its face slits were opening in a circle from its cheeks to its forehead I kept moving I was heading for the gun safe in the master bedroom the slit stopped once they look like wide gashes encircling each of its tiny eyes it walked out of the room towards us with its arms outstretched its fingers elongated get out now yelled get out of my house the flesh around the slits lifted I stared with disbelief as what was underneath came into view it was a cluster of countless red eyes they bulged outward like swollen cranberries as it strode towards us it's hideous mouthed that gasping and gurgling with every shuffling step I reached the bedroom and slammed the door I placed a page on the bat I could hear long fingers scraping at the door I tried to unlock the gun safe the combination was taking forever I couldn't remember if it was our anniversary or Erika's birthday and I couldn't remember if I even had those dates right I was panicking by the time I got the gun out the scraping had stopped I burst out of the bedroom gun at the ready but the creature was gone the screen door was open large three-toed footprints went out into the desert I called 911 and emergency services came I gave them our security camera footage and they're in the process of investigating Paige spent the night in the hospital but they said she'll be okay the police told the doctors there was no need to call CPS the cops know what's going on I know they do I also know we can't stay at that house anymore not while Paige is a baby and if possible not after that either over the last couple of days nothing has tried to enter our home Erica and I are looking at real estate options in the city while police cars are a regular feature on the street outside things have been quiet I was praying I'd scared the things away for good I almost believed I had until I found face prints on Paige's window earlier this morning and marks from long greasy fingers right next to it you [Music]

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Id: SSY5vB2lmrQ

Length: 12min 18sec (738 seconds)

Published: Wed Apr 11 2018