"Wheelchair In The Creek" (Creepypasta)

the Sun was out thankfully when my friend took me to the edge of the muddy creek and showed me the old wheelchair that was laying half sunk in the brown thick water it was only about a mile away from his house we would walk to a local park no his blue limestone travel a bit into the woods and then through a tunnel under an old railway the tunnel itself was unsettling it was long and even in broad daylight it was dark inside the walkway through the tunnel hugged one side and was about five feet above a sluggish portion of the creek that ran through it in the water they were ruined remains made of concrete and steel bars that I could only imagine would have been the other walkway it was always a fear of mine to slip off the narrow often damp path and into the water below to be impaled on some rusty iron bar jutting out once we emerged from the tunnel we walked a further distance through the woods following the same creek the surrounding area was perfectly safe and non-threatening by day but by night the area would fill up with all manner of drug abusers who bought and sold their contraband sure dark woods at night can be creepy but there's almost nothing scarier than an ill intended human being presently after passing through a few old ruins more concrete metal bars we reached an area of the creek where the bank was probably eight to nine feet above the actual water along here there was a well traveled dirt path that we took him turned off only briefly to find a small outcropping over the water in the water was the object my friend wanted to show me the old wheelchair the thing was quite frankly pitiful to look at it was covered with a variety of muck and marine plant life as it sat half submerged in the muddy water from what wasn't resting under the surface it was pretty easy to tell that the thing was a dark reddish brown a rather common color for wheelchairs at first glance it looked like old trash but something intrigued me about it my friend was pretty interested in it too after all he had come all the way out here to show it to me I'm gonna pull it out I said after a moment of thinking he looked at me and raised his eyebrows I don't think he'll be able to he said is he looked down at the water the bank was nearly completely sheer and it was composed entirely of rock it was like a miniature cliff and however I was feeling rambunctious and was only urged on by his doubt to impress him watch me I said cheerfully pulling off my shoes and socks and setting them on the outcropping he didn't try to stop me in fact he almost seemed pleased that I was going to go for it clambering less than carefully down the cliff was no problem I'm six feet tall and took little effort to drop myself gently down to the sliver of an edge that remained at the bottom by the water now that I was down there though the wheelchair certainly looked a lot further out and I instantly bemoaned my boast of retrieving it but I wasn't the first one who tried to get his hands on the wheelchair which was looking increasingly unattractive the closer I got wedged into the wheelchair was a long branch covered in greenish white like him and I seized it eagerly I pulled gently have expecting the stick to pop out and lose the wheelchair for good the wheelchair began inching closer I nearly yelled in triumph and drew in the cursive thing as close as I could a tremble now to think how eagerly I reached out to touch it and grabbed it pulling it out of the mire I looked up at my friend he seemed slightly impressed but mostly disgusted I'm not touching that thing he said matter-of-factly I couldn't blame him the old wet vinyl was making my hands itch and burn a little already but I didn't need his help I had a hold of the wheelchair and no little cliff was going to stop me I'm not really sure how I managed to climb up the cliff with that soggy mass of a rusty metal and stagnant rotting vinyl in one hand but I did and I scrambled enthusiastically to the bank the wheelchair in tow there I said triumphantly trying to make the wheelchair stand on its own the axles had rusted out though and the thing kind of leaned pathetically off to one side to me it seemed more like a corpse and an inanimate object God it smells my friend said despite this fact he leaned in closer to inspect it genuinely curious I held the other hand stepped back to observe my handiwork and take a good look at it the thing was amazingly grotesque for what it was stringy water weeds hung from the parts that have been under water dripped slowly on the ground all the metal had been rusted badly well the material that had been underwater was in a severe state of decay the vinyl that hadn't been submerged was cracked dry and flaking creating an interesting contrast this thing is completely awesome he said in awe I can't believe you got it up the cliff he pulled out his digital camera which he always had with him started snapping pictures circling around for better lighting angles I know right I said excitedly I loved to do things that were slightly crazier and off the beaten path as he continued to capture pictures of our new pet I looked down at my clothes and that was fairly filthy and it wasn't up for debate whether I smelled or not we should probably get out of here I said my hands which I had up till now for goddamn out we're starting to irritate me again all right he said straightening up from a particularly elaborate shot you can shower at my place though we should check this out again later I agreed but as we walked away I couldn't help but feel as if the thing was watching us I fought the urge to glance back at it and for some reason a tangible sense of relief washed over me as we rounded a corner and slipped back into the safety of the woods why the hell I whispered I glanced at my friend his mouth was slightly open well that's not creepy at all he said sarcastically though worrying concerned and crept into his voice the godforsaken wheelchair hadn't moved an inch since we left it nearly two hours ago but what was troubling was that it was still dripping wet in surrounded by flies my stomach left to my throat but I didn't think for a moment if turning back and that was pumped now and this was too cool my friend must have felt the same way because he walked up to it I'll be at cautiously and after all it was still late afternoon and plenty light out oddly enough the smell was still lingering too though it was easy to rationalize it as just being the stagnant water I'm slightly surprised someone didn't just kick it back in the water I said circling the wheelchair and looking for anything abnormal I noticed that the decaying material had taken on a whitish almost puss like appearance on the really bad patches it was this that the Flies seemed to be most attracted to and possibly the source of the foul smell I was tempted to cut some off with my trusty Gerber pocketknife but thankfully thought better of it for once I sure brought my camera again he said this is even creepier than before I rubbed my palm absently on my jeans to get rid of an inch yeah I suppose we probably shouldn't stay here for long though I said I was starting to feel really uncomfortable and restless for some reason I felt like the night was coming on faster than it really was he glanced at me slightly concerned okay that's fine I'm up for some he'll be P anyways he said drawing out the abbreviation for a little big planet almost lovingly the thought of playing horribly made bomb survivals was appealing to me and I brightened up instantly decided to put the wretched wheelchair out of my mind for good I was tempted even to kick it back into the water but as I contemplated this action for some unexplainable reason I felt pity for it yes I felt pity for this inanimate object that flare of emotion itself scared me more than anything else and I promptly turn on my heel walked back into the woods my friend cast one last look at the corpse-like object and followed me good lord my hands were itchy I was gonna rub them down with some alcohol when we got back to his place I'm so sick of her I swear she does this crap on purpose I said into the microphone of the outdated internet phone I was drawing idly with the Wacom tablet feeling particularly uninspired that night oh I have no doubt she does crackle the speaker with the voice of my friend I hated having the phones against my face caused bad skin breakouts so he was on speakerphone at the moment by the way he said after a moment of silence somebody pushed the wheelchair back into the water yeah I asked I had forgotten about the wheelchair over the past few weeks but I wasn't honestly surprised at this event the same kind of people who record on bathroom stalls and idly tear up hospital chairs with their fingernails as they wait for a doctor go on walks through the woods to someone innately destructive wouldn't be able to resist kicking an easy target like that nine feet down into the water yeah I think it would be fun to pull it out again maybe we could put it in the tunnel and creep people out the thought appealed to me and I grinned a little if there was anything more fun than being scared out of your mind it was making other people scared out of their minds I can only assume you're not willing to touch it still I asked oh I'm not creeped out by it anymore it's a bit of a hike between two creeks in the tunnel so if you pull it up the cliff I don't mind taking turns dragging the thing came the response all right but wear gloves I said my hands it's four hours after touching that thing what are you doing tomorrow calling the cadaver of a wheelchair around if you're free sounds good I don't know why I kept going that next day despite the feeling of dread as I pulled into the driveway outside his quaint Delaware Ohio House the dread only worsened as I step into the kitchen and greeted his mom and was busy heating up a plate of food the food smelled good at first but it turned my stomach when I took in a deep breath I had to face it and was already scared out of my mind but my fear didn't beat out my curiosity there was still a few things that were bothering me about the wheelchair the white patches the Flies the smell the itching wait what the hell my palms working again I felt my throat closed up as a sense of horror crept subtly upon me this whole thing was a bad idea I wanted to stop walking up the stairs to my friend's room turn around go to my car and drive away hi oh why didn't I as I neared the top of the staircase my feet began to grow exceptionally heavy and my hands began to itch like crazy forehead sweating I bit my lip and did my best to ignore the feeling my friend however seemed completely unaffected by the atmosphere that was hanging over my head and he greeted me happily looking up from a sketchpad I felt relief seeing him so Blythe and unworried and laughed at myself a little feeling the dread slip away leaning over his shoulder I looked at his work there were two girls in a pool of water splashing each other each featuring a set of Fox Ark a deer star in his own unique anime manga style impressive I said his artwork it always amazed me thanks he said slapping the hard covered sketch pad closed and standing up anyways I've been waiting all morning you ready to go I felt the dread creeping up on me again but I swallowed it down sure I said rubbing my hands together to relieve the itch he frowned at me still itching he said I grunted unwilling to admit the truth lest it make the situation seem even more real yeah I said bluntly only when I walk into your house though I think I think it has to do with being close to that wheelchair I swallowed a dry Goblet of spittle there I'd said it he frowned a little and then brightened up it's probably just the cats he said I have cats I pointed out and even if I didn't why the hell with my hands start itching I scratched them again this time openly and aggressively Clark has feline leukemia your applied as if this offered some sort of explanation great so I had either contracted hand leukemia if that was even possible or I was reacting to my proximity to the wheelchair my lucky day let's get this over with I said sorry we don't have to do it he told me I grunted I want you in it'll be fun to scare people and besides I think I need to convince myself that there's nothing wrong with that wheelchair be honest I've been scared to death ever since I got here this seemed to trouble him but he didn't press further as we walked back down the stairs and he grabbed his jacket it was now early fall and how high our weather gets cold quickly I felt the dread growing again he must have felt it too because the nearer we got to the park the quieter and grimmer he became curiosity is a real stick in the mud huh I asked he smiled and agreed and we both cheered up now if I hadn't have said that maybe we wouldn't have cheered up and then maybe we might not have gone back in the first place but what's done is done there's no point looking back now it was just like he said the wheelchair had been thrown back into the water only this time it had flipped over so the back of the chair was peeking out from under the sluggish Creek it was deeper too than before but maybe the water was just higher I had remembered I used a branch to fish it out the first time so I snapped off a dead piece of wood from a nearby tree and tossed it down the cliff then not bothering to take off my waterproof boots I come prepared this time I clambered down and hooked the branch through an exposed portion of the wheel that peaked up out of the water carefully I pulled it towards me at first it seemed stuck but then it began drifting slowly in after a bit more encouragement from my branch it was heavier than I'd remember it was just more waterlogged from being more deeply submerged as it neared I saw something grey show underneath the wheelchair great the thing was completely caked with thick mud underneath I was gonna have to clean it off once I pulled it out smell again it was a lot worse this time finally the wheelchair was within reaching distance using the branches a lever I rolled the chair over in the shallow water to reveal the annoyance that had attached itself to my prize to my horror gripping on to the wheelchair was a bloated featureless corpse staring at me with two empty sockets its skin was greyish blue and tattered long strands hanging from the body as they peeled away the face was all but gone nose and lips long eaten away with skin hanging over the black sockets like frayed curtains yes it was gripping the wheelchair as if it was still alive and sinewy muscles can be seen under the slimy remains of the peeling skin I stared back at the corpse for a moment confused once it registered with my brain what I was seeing and I ran like hell not much stuck with me after that and I barely remember scrambling up the cliff don't ugly scrape on my knee that later got infected serve as a reminder my friend on the other hand had gotten a bit more vivid of a picture of the corpse thanks to his vantage point and it's warned that it had been trying to get out of the water at me he specifically recalled the wheelchair tipping forward at me as I turned to run his movements stopped only by the stick I'd launched into the spokes to retrieve it of course this could have just been natural gravity at work but I didn't know for sure when we got back to my friend's place we collapsed on his living room floor panting and wiping tears away from our eyes as we choked back sobs of horror however as I regained some mental stability and motor control I realized I was absolutely delighted yes it was scary as all hell but this was also awesome the adrenaline and curiosity mixed together to form the most incredible cocktail I'd ever experienced God what's wrong with me thousands of things went through our heads in the span of a few short hours we argued about the possibility of it being a different wheelchair than the one we'd taken out of the creek the first day though I had a corpse strapped to it was a different story we also reason that it could have been a prank or a sick joke maybe it was even a murder however once we'd become relatively calm we came to the general consensus that we had to do two things confirm what we saw and also record it and I took his camera and he borrowed his parents digital recorder it was still broad daylight what was the worst that could happen the film is worthless I don't have any when we got to the creek it was gone there was no trace of the body or even the wheelchair my friend started recording and we did a jittery search around the entire area even more flipped out and regretting our decision now I think we both decided it was high time to head back looking back I think we weren't so freaked out to see it was gone because we were relieved it was gone he flipped off the camera and never turned it back on like I said it was worthless because all we recorded was the bank something finally happened when we arrived back at the tunnel though and I honestly can't say if I'm glad that he didn't catch this thing on film or not once we were about halfway through the tunnel in the darkest part my friend froze and pointed a shaky finger up ahead it was a silhouette of a wheelchair and in it appealing bloated figure with its head wall to one side it seemed to be inching toward us and the sound of squeaky grating metal screeched through the tunnel as well as an odd sloshing sound the world blurred as I turned and I ran want me a split second slower than my friend I think it did something because I remember we both slipped and fell at nearly the same time it wasn't natural though because we were sent sprawling not forward but into the creek below the walkway my survival instinct was still going strong and I swam to the surface almost instantly scrambling out of the tunnel as fast as I could and running onto the shore all the while the sound of squeaking metal and squelching flesh had filled the tunnel to an almost deafening degree once I got out of the tunnel I looked back that wheelchair thing was skittering towards me now I say skittering because I don't know how else to describe it it was coming at me so fast and with a rhythm of jerky movement back and forth and the worst part was the corpse wasn't moving on its own it was just kind of flailing around as the wheelchair closed in on me I could have sworn I saw the head tear off before I turned and ran my friend and I regrouped a few minutes later soaking wet and miraculously unharmed we didn't say much and both wore grim visages as we shivered and trudged home it was a long walk back because we took a two-mile detour to avoid the tunnel in the creek and I remember vaguely itching my hands as we walked home wanting nothing more than to take hold of something squeeze it until my muscles bulged under my skin when we got to his house I showered and since I didn't have a change of clothes this time there went a bathrobe I found in the cabinet normally that'd be an awkward thing to do but neither of us were in the mood for niceties we talked a little bit afterwards speaking in dark quiet voices I don't remember exactly what we said but we agreed that it had been a mistake to bother the wheelchair in the first place what I do clearly remember however was gripping the arms of the chair with all my might trying anything to ease the incessant itch I also remember feeling hungry but I was unwilling to leave the chair because of the itch eating away at my palms it would have been really nice if my chair it had wheels if you made it this far I hope you'll follow me on Twitter at Kings spook creepy you

Channel: KingSpook

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Length: 25min 4sec (1504 seconds)

Published: Mon Apr 23 2018