"This Town Doesn't Exist On Any Map" Creepypasta

take the i-87 north from Queensbury Vermont then the 28th up to North Creek keep going if you want to take the route that I did keep going and you'll pass right through the town that doesn't exist on any map my head let's probe the first of the ramshackle buildings through the smoky dust this was no isolated farmhouse or wild Herrmann hiding from the world a real town was shy street signs peeking out from tangled vines and ivy looming apartment buildings on might have been abandoned for years in ramshackle houses looked as though they were grown from the earth rather than built from it the place was materializing around me appearing so suddenly that I couldn't imagine how I had been blind to it a moment before I slowed to a stop as an old man crawled his way across the street he was hot up against the cold pausing to leer through my windshield and breathe a frosty fog in my direction I was growing impatient and was about to hog when he staggered up to the car clack Erina's knuckles upon my window why are you here perhaps it was just his frail voice breaking in the cold wind but it seemed as though the strain of panic lay just below the surface at a press man engulfed by anxious doubt scream at himself in the mirror before pulling it tight smile for the rest of the world the seed that's what I was looking at outside my window I don't even know where here is I answered him is there a hotel where I can get a room for the night there's no hotels the old man was turning in a slow circle I followed his gaze noticing a growing number of faces frame by faded curtains watching us from the surrounding buildings maybe a motel then I'm not picky no motels no ins no beds no breakfast nobody stays here more eyes more faces watching us old men standing on the street corner not bothering to disguise their gaping stares doors opening to reveal ancient women who might as well have just been the direct descendants of prunes wrinkled hands wringing together blurry eyes straining through their spectacles there is not a soul younger than sixty and all staring with the horrified fascination of one witnessing a brutal car accident my nerves were fireworks exploded with the undefined tension in the air I nodded curtly in and began to roll up the window when old hands shot through the opening grabbing me by the collar take me with you don't leave me here please he begged real tears swelling up from the sunken wells of his eyes I shoved them back on instinct the window slid shot but he wasted no time in clutching the door handle and rattling it with all his might I would have thought it was dementia if it weren't for the heavy silence of all those eyes please you don't know what it's like don't go just don't go don't go and on and on uselessly pounding this weak flesh upon the metal door crumbling to the ground beside my car and wailing like an insolent child I shifted into dry then I put my foot on the gas but a sudden sharp whistle gave me pause a policeman had appeared beside me cropped his gray hair and piercing black eyes like a man who remembers the worst of war with a warm nostalgia he roughly pulled the pleading man away from my car before wrapping a quick authoritative burst of knocks on my window I wrote down the glass once more keeping an eye on the discarded man whose still trembled with silent heavy sobs was this man giving you trouble the policeman asked i rapidly shook my head i was just asking for directions that's all I said just stay on this road it'll take you through the town and you'll be on your way the policeman said actually I was looking for a place to stay this road is the one you want he repeated there's nothing else for you here do you understand yes sir the black eyes turned away and I was able to roll up my window once more the rest of the eyes I was peeking from buildings are glaring from the street they remain fixed on the scene I was only too thankful to be driving again but I didn't even make it a block before a scream made me slam to another halt in the open glow of the street lamp unmasked before dozens of eyes I watched the policeman's baton and fall for a second time and then a third and a fourth each when bludgeoning thumb accompanied by shrieks of agony the old man who had first addressed me was being beaten to a pulp in the middle of the street the zealous baton alternated with quick vicious kicks from the policeman's steel toe boots it wasn't the screams which haunted me though it was the cold and passive silence from the policeman no warning no thread not even sadistic satisfaction it was just another day for him another Duty those black eyes turned away from the writhing form on the ground a second later all the eyes from the entire town seemed to be on me I stomped the pedal tearing through the Southside not fast enough to avoid hearing another gut-wrenching scream metal from behind me I couldn't just leave though it's my fault what happened I should have just let him in my car immediately but there was nothing left but to hope I wasn't too late I circled around the block in by the time I got back the ice had all turned away the curtains were drawn tight again and doors were closed the old man was the only one left still moaning and whimpering in the street where he'd been left I stopped the car and I wasted no time in leaping out his decrepit frame was so emaciated that I had no trouble lifting him into my backseat he was still alive barely although there was a catching rattle in his chest when he breathed them looked like a few of his ribs have been caved in one of his eyes fluttered open for a moment please he had a spit blood between his words don't stop no matter what you see don't stop until the last house is gone I had no intention of staying any longer that I had to the first curtains were just flooding open again but I was already back in the road I braced myself against the impeding sound of sirens and the inevitable chase ed never came I didn't see a single the car on the road as I glided through the eerie Twilight the only sign of life was the regular beat of the windows at each block a new set would snap open with mechanical precision old heads like cuckoo birds spring out in unison next the windows from the previous block would slam shut continuing the steady rhythm lay the inconsistent pounding of drums the rhythm didn't change block after block but gradually the faces peering out did the further out went the older of the inhabitants became shrinking into cane into loose folds of yellow skin then this too gave away until presently I found myself being watched by faces so rapid by time that I could clearly see bleached bones and mahalo sockets turning as I sped along the road even the buildings here were in various stages of collapse and calamitous ruin almost as though I was driving through the inexorable span of years the hustlers are just beginning to thin and give way to the wholesome shelter of trees one I glanced behind at my passenger the shock forced me to slam my foot on the brakes barely avoiding swerving off the road entirely the gradual decay of the town was mirrored on my companion sagging flesh had dripped from his frame entirely and the solemn skull behind me was preposterous Lee bounced on a heap of splintered and broken bones ancient wounds which had never healed don't stop not yet words like trickling dust escape the skull but I had already stopped the longer I ruminated on that unavoidable fact the longer I remained frozen in static terror of what was to come the rhythm like the pounding of drums had returned windows doors opening and slamming with an opening again to unleash the remaining denizens at time and forgot lurching shambling and then springing to life with blasphemous vitality the inhabitants of this charnel realm were closing around my car ragged skin fluttered in a none fell breeze and white towns a bone raped the ground to pull them even closer vicious stares fixated upon me and always always that infernal drumming which mountain into the crescendo of a McCobb him take us with you a lone tree cat first pot quickly taken up by the rest don't leave us here the engine lamented my efforts to start the car again attempts rattled on a sickening crunch light the mashed of rustic machinery headed age with my passage as well had I there was no time to stop and think I left until the open night brisk air even in my lungs as I scrambled up the hill towards the woods drummin drummin ferocious and wild and intensity yet retaining its ah nearing rhythm I had the oddest sensation that I was listening to my own paws and as I pushed myself harder and faster I can hear the drumming you keep pace with my racing heart it didn't matter though nothing mattered except the last lonely house which I was swiftly growing level with them the figured which was emerging to greet me the policeman baton in hand gray haired and stern and living as I'd seen him last the baton must happen along with the impatient drums and as I drew level I could have feel the hesitancy and my pursuers are you still looking for directions yes a coy smile playing around the corner of his mouth no sir I wanted to say so much more but that was all the breath that I had at the time just passing through are you sir you need a ride his smile was growing and I didn't like how many teeth had showed the drums had stopped the crowd had stopped my car started somewhere behind me in the darkness a flash of confusion passed the policeman's face I like that considerably more than the teeth don't you dare but I was already running back down the hill and back towards my car the potting of the policeman's feet behind me but it was so quiet compared to the responding drums some over before the uncertain crowd parted at the policeman's thundering approach but I was practically flying now my car never went below ten miles an hour but the passenger door was open and I lost myself inside the slamming the door behind me was the first beat in the resuming drums all at once the crowd was screaming again driving out the shouts of the threats from the pursuing policeman mounting and mounting back into that hellish cacophony and then just as swiftly winded him back to nothing as the engines celebrated his triumph the old man in the car or what was left of him he drove me to safety that night it's almost morning now and we still haven't stopped but just as soon as I work up the courage I'm going to have a whole lot of questions to ask him I think I'll start by asking the name of that town [Music] [Music]

Channel: Mr. Creeps

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Keywords: creepypasta, audiobook, narration, scary story, creepy story, creepypasta narration, nosleep

Id: 3e-Z07shuKI

Length: 14min 1sec (841 seconds)

Published: Sat Nov 25 2017