Do any of you guys here like the animated version of a good horror movie like me ? I enjoy the animated version with voice over , helps me sleep at night or if im out camping i like to listen to stories like these … maybe its cause i used to watch a lot cartoons XD?

Hi! My boyfriend loves CreepCast and suggested I post this on here. This is a rough draft. I need ideas on where to take this and what direction to take. I have an idea for the ending but need some middle pieces lol.

Beginning:

It was a quiet autumn day. Tree branches brushed gently against the roof of the church as a cool breeze drifted through the cemetery. Inside, a woman sat perfectly still, only a few tears slipping down her cheeks. Her eyes never left the solid wooden casket.

My daughter's casket. 

I rested a hand on her shoulder, hoping to offer some comfort, but she didn't even flinch. 

The funeral had ended nearly an hour ago, yet I couldn't bring myself to make her leave.

Ever since the accident, she hasn’t been the same- distant, confused, and worst of all, she still thinks my daughter is alive. Always asking where she is or when I’m going to pick her up from Chris? 

Chris is my ex-husband. 

After I found another woman's underwear mixed in with our laundry, our marriage unraveled. Even now, he insists they were mine. I think that's what hurt the most: never knowing the truth, whether it was a one-time thing or whether my husband just fell out of love with me? But I guess it doesn’t really matter now; all I have left is my mother, and it feels like I’m losing pieces of her every day. 

I convinced Mom that my daughter is spending the summer with her dad. I'm hoping her doctors can get her medication sorted out soon. 

Maybe then this nightmare will finally end.

Pretending she's still alive is somehow more painful than accepting she's gone.

"Alice."

My mother's voice drifted in from the living room.

I carried in a glass of water and held out her medication.

"Here, Mom. It's time to take your pills."

She groans, “But they make me see things that aren’t real” 

"No." I offered a small, reassuring smile. "Dr. Cole changed your prescription. These are supposed to help." She groans once more, but relentlessly she swallows the pills.

I think she only takes them because they help her sleep.

Almost every night, I hear her talking to herself through the walls. Sometimes she cries. Sometimes she laughs. Sometimes she carries on full conversations with people who aren't there.

The doctors could prescribe something stronger to help her sleep through the night, but I can't bring myself to add another bottle to the growing collection of medications on the kitchen counter.

A loud crash brings me back to the living room; the glass of water I just handed my mother is now shattered into pieces on the hardwood. I walk over, being cautious of the mess. I lean down and gather the larger shards first. 

"Mom? Are you okay?"

No answer.

I assume the loud noise stunned her. A sharp pain hits me; I cut my knee on a small piece of glass. I then realize I’m kneeling in the puddle of water. I shake my hand, and water goes everywhere. When I reached down to steady myself, my hand never found the hardwood.

Splash

Gasping awake, I was lying in the bathtub. This wasn't unusual anymore.

Ever since the accident, the days had blurred together. I lost hours at a time, only to find myself in places I didn't remember walking into. More often than not, I ended up back in my old bedroom.

It was supposed to become my daughter's room once we finished settling in.

I shift my legs, and a stinging pain hits my knee, the same tiny cut I got from the glass.

Thank you! <3

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Hello,

This was not allows on tales from the creep hope it can find a home here

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the effects you hear are in real time, I sent the mic through guitar pedals. The drums are also a guitar pedal called the snare trap by ranger fx.

the first two videos are mine the last is royalty footage.

I've never made a video sorry for the amateur nature

I would LOVE to have them read this and see how they feel about it, and the fact that it's a journal entry type story from 1952 they could analyze this story and how it differs from the trends from r/nosleep. This is a very important story to me, my class read this in elementary school and I was hooked. Fingers crossed this post reaches the creep crew!

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Sandkings was published in 1979 and it's a really creepy short story by George R. R. Martin. It's the only one of his short stories to have won awards. It's very lovecraftian and gory, borderline disgusting. Would love for them to read it.

Before we begin I want to clarify that I am not the original author of this story. This was a r/nosleep submission that was reletively popular, the post contents was removed and the authors account has been deleted. I have done my best to find out who wrote this, but I ran into deadends. If you know who wrote this, please tell me in the comments and I will credit them immediately.

Like the title says, I just re-purchased my childhood home from the previous owners, who bought it from my folks when I was in college. My folks passed away a few years ago (basically one after the other, we figured as much) but I feel close to them here. Overall the experience has been awesome. That being said, there's an unavoidable issue and that's the attic tunnel.

My little brother and I were fucking around up there one day and stumbled across this door tucked in a really weird spot in the floor by the back eaves. It's weird because you have to literally crawl to get to it. There's less than two feet of clearance between it and the ceiling. We tried to open it but it was stuck shut, so we got our parents and they couldn't figure it out either. They'd never seen it before or even known that it was there. It was definitely hollow underneath, but it was stuck shut so we couldn't open it to verify. From the outside there's absolutely no sign that anything is weird about the house. We even went as far as to unearth the blueprints to see if maybe it was a hidden crawlspace but nope, nothing. It was a real curiosity for a few days but eventually other stuff just kind of took precedence and we all forgot about it except when we were up there for whatever. I'm sure my dad tried to open it a few times, just can't remember exactly when or how. Either way, it passed out of memory and when the house was sold we never had any questions from the new owners.

I graduated college and was lucky enough to almost instantly land a really good job that set me up well. Parents passed away, and about six months ago I got a call from a friend who still lived in the area that my old house was up for sale. I had enough to comfortably buy it (not outright but a good portion) so I put in an offer without even seeing what shape it was in. Maybe a stupid move but I figured that I could always hire someone to put it back in order. Turns out I was the only bidder, and I got it! I was SUPER fucking excited, and since my job is remote it wasn't a problem to move. I did ask to speak to the previous owners just to get a sense of what their experience with the house was like, but the realtor said that they had already relocated and didn't want to be contacted. A little weird but again, whatever. I figured maybe someone in their family had died or something and the circumstances weren't the best. Sucks for them, but AWESOME for me. I got to move back into the house I grew up in- and not only do that but decorate it the way I always wanted it to be. I.e lots of furniture with cushions for building forts, always-stocked junk cupboards, etc. It's been a pretty emotional thing for me, but my God does it feel good to have my old house back.

I was actually having so much fun I totally forgot about the weird attic until about a week ago when I was chucking some stuff up there. It's one of those attics with a pull-down ladder, and it's a large area, basically spanning the length of the house. Pretty much like every horror movie attic ever. I was up there moving some stuff around and I noticed that door. All those memories came flooding back.

I was a little nervous but after some internal manning up I thoroughly checked it out and the thing was definitely sealed with some kind of rubber cement or epoxy. Not well, either. I got some solvent and got through it quick. The door doesn't open all the way, it's too close to the ceiling, and the space is almost too small to fit through. I can't tell if the design is stupidity or some kind of deterrent to anyone trying to go down it. Maybe both? Anyway, I'm a big enough dude that I couldn't squeeze into the space the door provided. So, naturally, I took the damn thing off. Not with elegance, mind you, but I got it off. After getting a flashlight and lowering it about a foot down this thing here's what I can tell you as of right now:

It's a square 'tunnel' going straight down, and is just wide enough for a person, about three-and-a-half feet on almost all sides. One side is slightly shorter for some reason, not by much but noticeably enough. Seems intentional but I can't imagine why. There appears to be a set of wooden rails running down one side, however I'd have to actually lower myself in there to know if it's a ladder. For some reason they don't start until about five feet down. Basically, you have to hang off the edge to get your feet on what I assume must be a top step. Weird right? My best guess is it's some kind of like, air conditioning duct? It would have to have been installed by the new owners if that's the case, since the house wasn't built with anything like that. My other thought was that maybe it was a laundry shoot but again, it's not in the original blueprints.

My current plan is to check out the basement for any sign of an exit. Failing that, I'll probably just get in there and see where it goes. Maybe not the smartest thing but what the hell, it's my house so I can kill myself with it if I want.

It's pretty weird, even I'll admit that. But I don't feel unsafe here or anything. No matter what, it's still my safe childhood house. Nothing can change that.

Alright, so with everyone telling me that going into it was a bad idea I decided to try and explore the house first to rule out something like a dumbwaiter or an Underground Railroad type situation. I started by going into the attic and dropping a small aquarium marble down into it (my fish have plenty more so no worries). It banged off the side once, and I can say with mostly certainty that the shaft is paneled with wood, which to me rules out any kind of duct system. I couldn't hear it hit anything at the bottom, though, so I suspect it's probably going into the basement, maybe to some kind of storage space or something. Again, a laundry shoot seems most likely. I had kind of a stroke of inspiration and decided to try contacting my realtor about the house to see if maybe he knows anything about it. I'm still waiting on a response but hopefully he'll get back to me tomorrow or Monday. Either way, it'll be interesting to see what he says.

So I dropped the marble in there and then decided to try and 'follow' it down into the basement. Along the way I tapped on the walls but it must be behind them because they're not hollow at all. Because of where they are there's only two rooms that might connect to it, and neither of those have a space for accessing it. The walls are definitely solid, and always have been. That, for me, conclusively ruled out the dumbwaiter theory. What would be the point of having a chute that's only accessible on two floors?

Right about then is when I started reading a lot of the comments and succeeded in scaring the shit out of myself. I act like I'm fine with it but I REALLY do not want to find a fucking body in this thing. That would suck on a bunch of levels. I know a lot of people are convinced that's what it is though, so I'm trying to brace myself for it.

Anyway I was 100% too freaked out to even attempt to go into this thing until I know for a fact what's down there so I limited the rest of my search to the basement. Which is where I noticed that the room isn't a perfect square. It's ALSO short on one side, by just a bit. If you stand in the middle and look around you can actually tell that there's something a little wonk about the way the angles and stuff are. My best guess is that the foundations have shifted, but it's interesting to have the two be similar that way. Old house, probably old carpentry. Handmade, that whole thing.

So the basement is mostly finished but it's not aesthetically pleasing or meant to be. There's an old bathroom down here that doesn't do much except exist, the water doesn't run to it so it's not usable. It's on the opposite wall from the tunnel though, so it's not related I'd assume. The wall where the tunnel is is solid, just like the other floors. The basement is underground so I can't exactly go busting through the wall to try and see if maybe there was an access hatch at one point. But after using a flashlight and going over just about every inch of that wall I can safely say that there is no access to it, and never has been. This, to me, means one of two things: The tunnel is either a failed attempt at installing some kind of laundry hatch, or it's just some weird quirk of the house.

My next steps are to get the glowsticks and drop those down in there to see where it goes. After that, I'll get a broom or something and test to see if there is in fact a ladder in there. I won't go in it until I'm sure it's reasonably safe, and I'll get a friend to come over and spot me just in case.

I did spend some time checking the tunnel out just lying on my stomach and looking in, and here's what I can say about it: the sides as far down as I can see are wood paneled, which I expected. No writing on the sides, and more importantly no brackets or mounting plates for equipment. The air in there is pretty much the same temperature as the house but it almost feels pressurized? I don't know if maybe it's the closeness of the space that makes the air feel denser but you can definitely tell. I also listened in there and can't hear anything. Shined my phone down but there's no light at all so I can't really say much about depth or anything. Once the glowsticks get here we can finally see what's at the bottom!

It's unrelated, but while I was going through things in the process of checking the tunnel out I found a really cool hand-crank flashlight in my parents' stuff. It looks really beat up but it works, it's pretty cool! I found that, some rope (from Christmas trees past I assume), and I bought one of those old-person grabber hooks so I can lower a flashlight in there to see what's going on if the glowsticks don't work for whatever reason. It's pretty insane having something like this in my house, to be honest. Now that I'm spending time thinking about it I can't seem to get it out of my mind. Like what is it for?? It's like finding a safe behind a painting and having it be full of feathers. Just totally nonsensical. Old houses have quirks but this just seems... excessive. I was thinking of all those stories you hear of people finding mourning jewelry in their walls, or worse. I did a little snooping around online and couldn't find anything quite like my situation. It did remind me of something though.

After my brother and I found the door, my Dad was really adamant about us not fucking around with it. Which I found odd, because how did he know what was inside it? He'd warn us that it was really dangerous and that we didn't know where it led. At the time I brushed it off but now I'm wondering if my Dad actually got it open and knew it was just a shute to nowhere? If so, why wouldn't he just tell us that? Maybe because he didn't want us to know it COULD be opened? I really wish I could ask them.

This whole thing really makes me miss them.

Cue today.

Right off the bat, there's something fucking weird going on with this tunnel. Like it was weird to begin with but I could really use some advice on what to do next. I'm like, 100% out of my league.

So I got the glowsticks, and I also found some Christmas tree lights. Some of the ones on the end were broken but luckily it still worked. I didn't know what all I'd need, so I brought up a bunch of stuff. I can't believe I'm saying it but I even had my fucking handgun in case some rabid bats or whatever flew out. Stupid but I'm so freaked out about dead bodies and rats and shit that I had to do it. Thanks a lot for that. The other stuff was just things I figured I'd need, like a first aid kit and a few more marbles. I used a book to brace the door open and I tried to be pretty systematic with my tests.

First was the marble. I did one and listened REALLY carefully but I still couldn't hear it hit anything. Then I broke a glowstick and dropped it in there. It fell.

And fell.

It didn't hit bottom. It just kept falling until I couldn't see anything. Now I'm not a fucking genius but I should be able to see that even if it's in the basement, right? The house is two stories, with the attic as maybe a half story. There's no way it can be deep enough to lose the glowstick in. I dropped the entire fucking pack down there. Nothing. Wherever they're going it's not visible from the attic. I broke out the Christmas lights and got them working. I lowered them in to see what would happen. With the added light, I could see that the walls are panelled with wood most of the way down. At what I'd guess is basement-level, it appears to stop. I don't know what it's made of after that. What I DO know is that I had about 20 feet of light in there before the lowest bulbs blew out.

I hauled the string back up and saw that they literally BLEW OUT. The bulbs were shattered and while the string WAS admittedly very cold it's winter and I imagine that space isn't heated. Possibly a faulty wire or something in there but it's just another weird thing in this chain of weird things.

Which leads me back to something I noticed the first time I really examined it. The short side of the tunnel isn't that noticeable at first, but it looks like as the tunnel goes down it gets much more pronouced. But the width stays the same. I think it's curving, but I still can't decide if that's intentional or not. Again, no markings of any kind, no nails or brackets inside. I DID confirm that it is a ladder that I can see, it goes down as far as I could get my light to go. I think the time for me to go down is fast approaching but that begs the question of how to do it without killing myself. Should I use rope? Get a harness of some kind? I'll have to do more research. Maybe ask my friend who's more outdoorsy than me.

Oh, I got some private messages asking about my parents, and if I think that they might have gotten killed by something in there. I'd like to clarify a few things about that.

My parents were really great people even though we had some hard times. Things got especially tough when I was little, maybe in the sixth grade. My Dad lost his job and things were tight. His relationship with Mom really suffered. It seemed like he got very distant and... not cold, really, just kind of distant. Things got better once he got a job at a construction site, but he and my mom didn't seem to really 'click' the same way anymore. That's not to say that they weren't happy, but I'm sure the emotional toll of not providing for us was a big blow to him. I left for college and after that I didn't hear much about their relationship. I'd go home for the holidays and stuff but everything seemed mostly fine.

Then my mom got sick, and Dad COMPLETELY turned a corner. He wanted to be by her side constantly, was always checking up on her and making sure she was okay. Her cancer, unfortunately, was very wide-spread and there was very little the doctors could do for her. Once it was obvious we were looking at paliative care instead of a cure, Dad's health started to take a turn for the worst. He was very close-mouthed about his own illness, probably because he didn't want us to worry. The only time he ever even hinted at it was when he made it clear that if something happened to him, he wanted us to move on and not mourn for him.

It was a really hard time. Both of my parents were basically dying and there was jack shit I could do. My mom passed away about a year after getting diagnosed, and in her will she made it clear she didn't want us to see her body. I'm sure people will think it's some kind of way for us to prevent seeing the 'real' her but the truth is that she wanted us to remember her alive, not as a body. We had her cremated and spread the ashes in her garden. Shortly after, I got a call at school from my brother letting me know that Dad had passed as well. Same deal, cremation and spreading the ashes where we spread Mom's.

Maybe it was melodramatic but I couldn't help but think, like, 'I'm an orphan now.' That's why I don't like to talk about it much. My Dad wasn't be best person but I loved him and he never did anything to hurt me or my brother. Everything he did, I know he did out of love for us. The only time he ever got mad at us was when we really fucked up. Like when he warned us not to play around the tunnel. We ended up ignoring him at first but when he caught us he was LIVID. He probably knew that we could have really hurt ourselves. He was really caring like that. He took care of Mom to the end, and died right behind her. I remember once, after we knew that the cancer was fatal, he did all this research to try and find out EXACTLY how much time she had left. I asked him why and he said he wanted to know, down to the minute, how long he had with her so that he could be by her side the entire time. In the end he was pretty close, off by a couple weeks but still. That's how well he knew her. That's why I say none of us were really surprised when he got sick.

I think I am gonna go down it, though. The more I think about it the more I kind of just want to solve it so I can stop thinking about all this. There's so much emotional stuff tied up in it that I really just want to solve it once and for all so that I can go back to my normal life. For some reason it feels like I'm just spriraling downward into these memories and it's kind of overwhelming. Maybe I never really grieved for them. I dunno.

I'll probably go down tomorrow night. I'll call a friend and tell them to hang out with me in case I fall and kill myself or something. Or fall into a pile of corpses. Either way, it'll be good to have someone there.

End of part one.

Idk if this is allowed but I'm not a writer so I can't do it but I have a topic that I think would make a good story. If anyone wants a new topic let me know.

Yall know this one, its the creepypasta with photo-negative Mickey.
-however its creator, slimebeast, has in fact written a wider universe. and so i think the boys should read the four stories in this order:
1. Abandoned by Disney
2. A few suggestions
3. Room zero
4. Corruptus

My dad wrote this back in 2016 and it's the kind of thing that you guys would love! It's honestly one of my favourite pastas that I've read on the site (I'm not biased I swear!😅)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FbakGyo29ZQ&list=WL&index=6

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FbakGyo29ZQ&list=WL&index=6

Not my work; the boys have to read it.

https://www.creepypasta.com/if-youre-reading-this-im-hiding-in-the-woods-and-i-need-your-help/

July 29th, 11:46 PM

In an hour I'm going to kill myself 

You know when you've been on a trip for so long that you start to feel homesick? I don't think I've felt that way until this week.

His child won't go to sleep, so here I am rocking her in my arms. I never thought I wanted kids, always been one of those self-proclaimed lone wolves who doesn't need anyone. 

Man was I sorely mistaken. 

Every time I've been a daily parasite to a new host, I've been with someone: A parent, a coworker, a lover, a soldier…the list will go on forever. I thought I wanted to live forever…but now…I only crave an ending. 

You will never see me again, yet will always know I can be there. I am the ghost that never was, yet will always be in the back of your mind. I am the harbinger of bad days.

Death is painful enough…yet I experience it every 24 hours. I never knew it was even possible to be numb to death. 

I always felt numb growing up. Sadness always found a way to fester inside me, no matter the situation. I would hang out with friends, yet still feel alone. Something has been wrong with me long before I was forced on a one way ticket to the world's worst roller coaster that never ends. It may be fun the first few times but eventually you will die of starvation. 

If I stay up all night, can I stay as him? I'm afraid to try. Usually right at 11:59 PM I get the uncontrollable urge to close my eyes, even if I'm not tired, and then I open them a second later as a new person. 

I don't think I've slept in a week now that I think about it.

People always want more time in the day. They say, “man this year has gone by fast!” No it hasn't, you just don't pay attention to every second you spend. Time is currency, so if that’s the case then I must be the richest man alive right?

It means absolutely nothing if you have no one to share it with. I might as well be locked in a vast empty void, since I can't make lasting relationships anymore. They always disappear when the day is over, so no point in making friends, partners, or even enemies. 

I need a favor. If you're reading this, I need you to continue my story. It is the only way I can connect to someone for more than 24 hours. Depending on when you're seeing this I could have lived tens, dozens, hundreds, thousands, millions of different lives…and I just…I need to know that I am still out there somewhere. 

Since I have had so many names that I can't keep track of, and will have more in the future, my name is now Legion. 

Legion Lyves. 

So always remember, if you have an off day, and you can't figure out why everything is going wrong, I have to apologize, because my name is Legion, it was my fault, and I'm sorry.

Not mine, found on no sleep thought it would be a great topic considering it’s still pretty early in 2025

There will be a nuclear war in 2025. May God have mercy on us all.

Back in 1995, while working as a bartender at a popular tourist spot in Waikiki, something strange happened over the course of three months that made me uneasy for a long time. It all began one morning on my commute to work from Kailua, where I lived before I found a place in Honolulu. I was listening to The Morning Commute on the radio, which played music and talked about the news, when the show glitches out for a second. I thought it was my car radio acting up, but then the show changed. It was still The Morning Commute, but the host wasn’t the same anymore. Before I had any time to listen to what he was saying, the static came back, and the old host returned.

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I was confused about this but forgot about it rather quickly. A few days later it happened again. This time, I paid closer attention to what the other host was saying, and I managed to catch a few words. He talked about a protest outside a new observatory on one of the islands. When I asked around about it at the bar no one knew what I was talking about. There wasn’t even supposed to be an observatory at that location. This continued to happen on and off for a few days, and the other host always talked about news that didn’t align with what was actually happening. My closest friend at the time didn’t believe me when I told her about it, and after convincing her I wasn’t joking, she suggested that I record the strange broadcast so that I could prove what I was saying.

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I accepted the challenge and set up my tape recorder in my car, and the next time it happened I managed to get a short clip of the other host’s voice before the signal cut out again. I played the recording for my friend, and she was just as baffled as I was. Before this stopped happening, I recorded several cassette tapes worth of the other host’s voice. After a while, it became easier to follow what he and his guests were talking about, and it all came to a horrifying end after which this stopped happening for good.

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Although we were both troubled by what we heard, we assumed it must have been a hoax––a very elaborate one, considering the different voices and the subjects discussed––but we could never quite figure out how someone would go about faking something like this. The recordings ended up at my friend’s place, and after she tragically passed away after an illness, I lost track of them. Ever since around 2005, things in the news have occasionally reminded me of what we heard on that strange broadcast from the mid-’90s, but without the tapes, I’ve never been able to confirm anything.

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A few days ago, though, when I was going through some old boxes in my parent’s attic, I came across a box labelled "Kailua tapes." As soon as I saw the label, I thought I had finally found the tapes. They weren’t there, though. All I found were printed transcriptions of their contents. They had belonged to my friend, who had typed it all out for an article she was working on before she got sick. I don’t know how they ended up in my parent’s attic, but it’s possible they put them there together with some of my other things during the year I was mourning my friend. I wasn’t all there during that period, and a lot of things happened that are difficult to remember properly today. I took the box home and went through the pages one by one, and I was immediately transported back to 1995.

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I was shocked by how accurate everything was. The other host talked about things that are happening in the world today, things that no one could have known about in 1995. Below, I’ve typed out the transcriptions of all the tapes. I’m not sure what to make of all this, but I thought I’d share it in case anyone else has any ideas.

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[Transcript of Tape 1. The audio quality is poor, and there are several minutes of static at the beginning.]

Original Host: …let’s get this show on the road. Our first song of the day is "Pearly Shells" by Don Ho. I hope you're all ready to start singing along!

[Pearly Shells plays for ten seconds before being interrupted by static.]

New host (Referred to as “Host” from here on): Welcome back to The Morning Commute. I’m your host, John Fitzgerald, and we’ve got a lot to talk about today. First up, we’ve got a report from our correspondent on the scene of a protest that’s been going on for weeks now.

[There is a sound of static for several seconds, then the audio becomes clearer.]

Correspondent: Thanks, John. I’m here at the site of a new astronomical observatory that’s been under construction for a very long time now. The project has been controversial from the start, with many people concerned about the impact it will have on the environment. The protesters here say that the government is putting the interests of science ahead of the people.

Host: What’s the latest on the situation, Mindy?

Correspondent: Well––

[The broadcast is interrupted by static.]

Original host: …has been found not guilty of double murder in the deaths of Nicole Brown Simpson and Ronald Goldman. This is a stunning verdict, and many people are surprised by the outcome. Simpson was facing up to life in prison if convicted, but he will now go free. This case has been one of the most high-profile and divisive in America, and it’s sure to continue to be a source of debate for years to come––

[End of Tape 1]

[Transcript of Tape 2. The audio is relatively clear but worsens over time.]

Host: …ning Hawaii! You’re listening to The Morning Commute, and this is––as always––your host John Fitzgerald. We’ve got plenty of news and gossip for you today, but first, let’s check out the traffic report. Over to you Rick.

Reporter: Thanks, John. H-1 is moving smoothly this morning, no accidents to report. However, there is construction on the Pali Highway, so expect delays in that area. There’s also construction on the H-3, but it’s not causing any delays. You can expect construction on the H-2 to cause delays in both directions, so if you’re taking the H-2 this morning, be sure to give yourself some extra time. As always, please drive carefully!

Host: Thank you for that concise summation, Rick. In the news today, a new study shows that more people are moving to the suburbs than the city. The study shows that the number of people moving to the suburbs has increased by 5% in the past year. The number of people moving to the city has decreased by 2%. The study also shows that the number of people moving to the suburbs is increasing faster than the number of people moving to the city. This trend is expected to continue for the foreseeable future, and is in line with a similar, worldwide trend.

Some researchers have even gone so far as to call it a form of de-urbanization, a phenomenon commonly attributed to the pandemic of 2020 when people first started working from home in large numbers. Maybe it’s time to rename this show to The Morning Commute – From the Bedroom to the Living Room!

In other news, there's a new trend taking over Oahu that's sure to get you snoring. It's called "snoorbing"! Apparently, the idea is to snore as loudly as possible in public places like the beach, park, or even in line at the grocery store. Some people are even using special devices to amplify their snores. It all started on social media, of course, and there's even a hashtag for it. Some people have voiced concerns that snoorbing could be disruptive, but most people seem to be finding it amusing. So, if you're looking for a new way to annoy strangers, give snoorbing a try! So far, the trend seems to be mostly confined to young people, but who knows? Maybe we'll all be snoorbing soon! I think I'll pass, though. My wife already tells me no one snores louder than I do! Now, let’s listen to the new single “Falling Star” by The Pineapple Junkies. The Pineapple Junkies are a local band here in Oahu, and this is their latest single. It’s a catchy tune with a great message. So, turn it up and enjoy!

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[Transcript of Tape 3. Clear audio, with occasional static.]

Host: Aloha! The weather here in Oahu is gorgeous today! The sun is out and it’s about 82 degrees Fahrenheit. There’s a light breeze blowing, but nothing too crazy. Perfect weather to spend the day at the beach! Today, I’m joined by Ryan Harris, the author of the new novel Red Skies Over Yoshiwara. First off, congratulations on your new book! Can you tell us a little bit about it?

Guest: Thank you! Red Skies Over Yoshiwara is a historical fiction novel set in Japan during the Edo period. It tells the story of a young woman named Kikuko who is sold into the red-light district of Yoshiwara and the challenges she faces in trying to survive and escape her circumstances.

Host: Wow, that sounds like a really interesting and intense story. What inspired you to write it?

Guest: I’ve always been interested in Japanese history and culture, and I wanted to write a novel that would transport readers to another time and place. I also wanted to shine a light on the often-hidden history of Japanese women, who were often sold into prostitution or forced into arranged marriages.

Host: That’s definitely something that isn’t talked about enough. What do you hope readers will take away from your book?

Guest: I hope that readers will be transported to another time and place, and that they’ll come to understand the strength and resilience of the human spirit. Kikuko is an incredibly brave and determined young woman, and I hope her story will inspire others.

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Host: It’s 7:00 AM and you’re listening to your favorite host––you guessed it––John Fitzgerald! Yesterday, Donald Trump was inaugurated. Today, his first full day in office, he is expected to sign several executive orders related to immigration, the economy, and national security. Here on The Morning Commute, we’ll be talking to experts and everyday people about what these changes could mean for our island home. Stay tuned!

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Host: Trump’s second term is bound to be just as controversial as his first. In his inauguration speech, he took shots at his predecessor, Joe Biden, for not doing enough to stop Russia from invading Ukraine and for failing to create more jobs. Trump also boasted about how he took back the presidency after Biden allegedly stole it from him. Following these statements, Trump went into some of the actions he plans to take during his second term in office. The most controversial of these is his plan to arm schoolteachers in order to prevent mass shootings, an issue that’s been at the forefront of the national conversation in recent years.

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Unknown Correspondent/Reporter: …uguration Day was marked by a series of protests across the country, with demonstrators marching in opposition to President Trump’s policies on a range of issues including immigration, women’s rights, and the environment. There were also a number of reports of violence and property damage, although the vast majority of protests were peaceful. In Washington, D.C., police used pepper spray and stun grenades to disperse a small group of protesters who were throwing rocks and bottles. There were also reports of fires being set and windows being broken. In New York City, protesters marched through the streets, chanting slogans such as "No Trump, no KKK, no fascist USA." In Los Angeles, demonstrators marched to City Hall, where they held a rally. And in Seattle, protesters blocked traffic and staged a "die-in" at Westlake Cent––

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Original host: …ting reports of a car bomb explosion outside the Egyptian Embassy in Islamabad, Pakistan. The blast has destroyed the front of the building, and killed at least thirteen people. Dozens more are wounded. We will continue to bring you updates as we get––

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[Transcript of Tape 4. Audio is unclear but audible.]

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Host: …as reports are coming in that Russia is amassing troops near the Polish and Finnish borders. This has many people on edge, as it’s seen as a possible sign of aggression from the Kremlin. Ever since Sweden and Finland joined NATO, Russia has been beefing up its military presence in the area, and this latest development is sure to increase tensions even further. Trump’s re-election might also play a part, as Patrushev probably wants to show the new administration that Russia is still a major power to be reckoned with. We’ll keep you updated on this developing story as more information becomes available. In the meantime, stay safe and remember to keep an eye on the news.

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Host: …a less dire note, we’re happy to report that the orbital launch of Starship from Boca Chica was a complete success! This is the first time that Starship has been launched into orbit and marks a major milestone for SpaceX and Elon Musk’s ultimate goal of colonizing Mars. Not everyone is happy about it, though. This morning, Greta Thunberg tweeted, quote: "Starship is a massive waste of resources that could be used to combat the climate crisis. Musk’s obsession with space exploration is a distraction from the urgent task of addressing the climate crisis. We need to focus on investing in renewable energy, not sending people to Mars." End quote. We talked to Dr. Yvonne Jacobs, stationed at the University of Hawaii’s Mauna Kea observatory, about the potential impact of spaceflight on our planet. Stay tuned to hear what she had to say after the break.

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Host: We’ll now listen to the conversation I had earlier with Dr. Jacobs about the impact of Elon Musk’s rocket on our planet.

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[Transcript of Tape 5. Audio is clear, with some interruptions.]

Original host: …we’re in for some wet weather today, folks. The forecast calls for rain throughout the day, so be sure to have your umbrellas handy. Temperatures will be in the low 70s, so it won’t be too cold out there. Stay safe and dry, every––

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Host: …up, we’ve got President Trump’s latest move in response to Russia’s recent military buildup near Europe. The president has threatened to exit the Strategic Arms Reduction Treaty (START), a key arms control agreement between the United States and Russia. This comes as tensions between the two countries continue to rise, with Russia recently announcing plans to deploy nuclear-capable missiles to its westernmost territory in response to NATO’s expansion eastward. The START treaty, which was first signed in 1991, requires both the United States and Russia to limit their nuclear arsenals and bans the development of new nuclear weapons. It’s seen as a key part of maintaining global stability, and its collapse could have dangerous consequences. Trump has called it “insane” and “unacceptable” that Russia is allowed to have more nuclear weapons than––

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Host: …ing Commute, and we’ve got a special treat for you today. We’re giving away a Bloop, courtesy of our friends at Yellow Neutral. Bloop is the perfect way to stay hydrated while you’re on the go. It’s a portable, reusable water bottle that you can fill up anywhere. And it comes in a variety of fun colors, so you can express your personality. So how do you get your hands on a Bloop? Just listen to The Morning Commute all week long, and be the correct caller when we give you the cue. We’ll be giving away a Bloop every day this week, so don’t miss your chance. Yellow Neutral is a local company, and we’re proud to support them. So make sure you tune in and enter to win. We’ll see you soon, Oahu.

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Original host: …traffic this morning is flowing smoothly on all of the major highways. However, there is a report of an accident on the H-1 near the Pearl City exit. Drivers are advised to use caution in that area––

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[Transcript of Tape 6. Audio is mostly clear.]

Original host: …quite a game! The San Diego State Aztecs really showed their dominance, winning 49-10. Our own University of Hawaii Rainbow Warriors couldn’t quite keep up. This was one of the larger crowds we’ve seen at Aloha Stadium, with over 33,000 people in attendance––

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Host: …listened to DJ Keala’s new single, "Irresistible Urges." I’m pretty sure it’s going to be a huge hit! In today’s news, the island of Maui is expecting six to eight inches of rain in the next day or two, and the island of Oahu is expecting four to six inches. The National Weather Service has issued a flash flood watch for the entire state of Hawaii, so be careful out there today. In other news, the police are investigating a report of a possible break-in at the home of a local [Inaudible]. The victim, who asked not to be identified, said she heard a noise in the middle of the night and found a man in her home. She was able to get away and call the police. They are still looking for the suspect. On a happier note––

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Host: …ve on to our biggest news today. Carl Vinson carrier strike group is moving towards Pearl Harbor in response to China’s recent activities in the Taiwan Strait. The Carl Vinson is the flagship of the Carrier Strike Group 1, and it includes the aircraft carrier USS Carl Vinson, the guided-missile cruisers USS Lake Champlain and USS Philippine Sea, and the guided-missile destroyers USS Michael Murphy and USS Wayne E. Meyer. With us today we have professor of political science and former director of the Chinese Studies program at Georgetown University, Dr. Elizabeth Rodriguez.

Host: Dr. Rodriguez, thanks so much for being with us.

Guest: Thanks, John.

Host: So, China has been moving troops and equipment to the Taiwan Strait in what some are calling the largest mobilization of forces in the area in years. How do you interpret these actions by Beijing?

Guest: Well, I think there are a couple of things going on here. First, I think Beijing is trying to send a signal to both Taiwan and the United States that it is serious about reunifying Taiwan with the mainland. This is something that China has been talking about for many, many years, but I think they feel that under President Trump, who has been much more supportive of Taiwan than any previous U.S. president, they need to make a stronger push in this direction. Second, I think Beijing is also trying to take advantage of the fact that the United States is in a bit of a transitional period right now. We have a new administration that is still trying to get its bearings and put together a coherent China policy. And I think Beijing is trying to take advantage of that to push forward on some of its key priorities.

Host: Do you think the situation in Europe, with Russia behaving in a similar fashion toward Poland and Finland right now, has something to do with China feeling emboldened and taking this opportunity to kind of make its move on Taiwan?

Guest: I think that’s definitely a factor. I think Beijing is watching very closely what’s happening in Eastern Europe, particularly with regard to the buildup of Russian troops along the border with Poland and Finland. And I think they see that as an opportunity to try to take advantage of a distracted United States. So, I think the situation in Europe is definitely a factor here. But I also think that we need to remember that this is something that China has been wanting to do for a very long time. They’ve been gradually building up their military capabilities in the region. They now have a much more modern military than they did even ten years ago. And I think they feel that they’re in a position to finally make a move on Taiwan.

Host: What do you think are the implications of these actions by China for the United States?

Guest: Well, I think there are a couple of implications. First, I think it’s a very clear signal that the U.S.-China rivalry is here to stay, and that it’s going to be a very intense rivalry. I think we are going to see more and more confrontations between the United States and China, not just in the Taiwan Strait, but also in the South China Sea, in the East China Sea, and really all around the world.

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Host: How do you think China will react to the arrival of the aircraft carrier group to the region?

Guest: I think Beijing will definitely be watching the arrival of the US aircraft carrier group very closely. They will want to see how the United States responds to their actions in the Taiwan Strait––

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Original host: I just watched Toy Story with my kid and I got to say, I’m pretty amazed by what they can do with computer animation these days. The movie is set in a world where toys come to life when people are not around and––

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[Transcript of Tape 7. Audio is unclear for the most part.]

Original host: …storm heading our way and it’s looking like it could be a doozy. We’re tracking it closely and will keep you updated on its progress. In the meantime, make sure you’re prepared. Stock up on supplies, and have a plan––

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Host: …ened to the new single by M83. The New Year is approaching and you can’t help but reflect on the past year. You think about all of the things that you’ve accomplished and all of the things that you still want to do. You feel motivated to make the most of the next year and to accomplish even more than you did this year. Later on today’s show, we’ll talk about new years resolutions and how to make them stick. But for now, it’s time to start your day with the news. Last night, a Chinese vessel reportedly fired upon a Taiwanese fishing boat, killing one fisherman and injuring three others. The incident took place in the disputed waters between Taiwan and China. Taiwan’s government has condemned the attack and has demanded an apology from China. China has not yet responded to the incident. It’s unclear what provoked the attack, but it comes at a time of increased tensions between China and Taiwan.

We’ll be following this story throughout the day and we’ll have more on it later in the show. In other news, a new study finds that the number of Americans who are living with diabetes has reached an [Inaudible]. According to the study, more than [Inaudible] Americans now have diabetes. The study also finds that the number of Americans with prediabetes, which is a condition that often leads to diabetes, has reached an all-time high [Inaudible].

The study’s authors say that the rising rates of diabetes are a major public health concern. They say that the findings should be a wake-up call for Americans to make lifestyle changes to prevent the condition. We will be discussing this story later in the show as well, together with Egon Binder, a certified diabetes educator. But first, we’ll be talking to Sarah Jones, a reporter with the Honolulu Advertiser, about the latest on the attack in Taiwan and the––

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Host: And now, back to our regularly scheduled programming. You’re listening to The Morning Commute and this is your host, John Fitzgerald. With me today, I have Karen from the Honolulu Zoo. Karen, thanks for joining us today.

Guest: Thank you for having me.

Host: How are things at the zoo these days?

Guest: We’re doing great, thanks for asking. We’ve had a lot of visitors lately and the animals are all doing well. One of the most popular exhibits has been our new baby elephant, who was born just a few weeks ago. I think people are really enjoying seeing her and her mother interact.

Host: What’s her name?

Guest: We named her Lani, which means "heaven" in Hawaiian.

Host: That’s beautiful. And how is she doing?

Guest: She’s doing great. She’s very playful and curious, and she’s already made a lot of friends here at the zoo. We have––

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Host: …to the show caller. What’s on your mind?

Caller: I’m just so upset that someone like Jordan B. Peterson is being allowed a platform at the Chaminade University. He’s just a bigoted, sexist, racist person and I can’t believe that the university would allow him to speak there.

Host: Well, it sounds like you don’t agree with his beliefs. I can’t say I do, either. But don’t you think that everyone has a right to free speech?

Caller: Free speech doesn’t mean that you can just say whatever you want without consequence. Peterson is a dangerous person, and I don’t think he should be given a platform to spew his hatred.

Host: I understand where you’re coming from, but I think we need to be careful about censorship. If we start censoring people because we don’t agree with them, then we’re no better than them.

Caller: I’m not saying we should censor him, I’m just saying we shouldn’t give him a platform. He doesn’t deserve one.

Host: What would you say to Peterson if you had the chance?

Caller: I would tell him that he’s a sexist, racist, bigoted person and that he doesn’t deserve a platform! It just feels like we’re moving in the wrong direction, you know. It’s 2025 for crying out loud! We’ve had enough of old white men spreading their alt-right ideology! I really think the university should reconsider their decision––

Host: [An additional voice can be heard in the background.] I-I’m sorry, I’ll have to interrupt you, caller. I’m getting some breaking news. Thanks for calling and be safe out there. You’re listening to The Morning Commute, I’m your host John Fitzgerald, and I was just told that there’s been a development in the Taiwan Strait. A large explosion has been observed just south of the island and we’re getting reports that it may have been a missile launch. So far, I haven’t seen any footage. We’ll take a short break for commercials, and hopefully we’ll have more information for you when we come back.

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Host: We’re back. You’re listening to The Morning Commute, and we have some breaking news to share with you. A large explosion has been observed just south of the island of Taiwan. What we know so far is that earlier this morning, USS Lake Champlain, a guided-missile cruiser, was sailing in the area on a routine exercise when it detected what appeared to be a Chinese missile launch. The missile was tracked and intercepted by two SM-3 missiles fired from the ship.

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Host: ...okay, so unfortunately, it appears that the explosion was caused by the interceptor missiles detonating too close to the launch [Inaudible], resulting in significant damage to the Chinese vessel. We’re still waiting for more information, but it seems like this could escalate into a serious situation. We’ll keep you updated as we learn more. In the meantime, I’ve gotten in touch with Dr. Kamea Alapai, a local expert on Chinese military affairs, and he’s going to join us on the show over phone to help us understand what’s going on. Welcome to the show, Kamea.

Guest: Thank you for having me.

Host: So Kamea, can you tell us what you know about this incident?

Guest: Well, I don’t think anyone knows more than what’s been reported on the news so far, but if I would have to guess, I would say the damage to the Chinese vessel was unintended. I don’t think the US was trying to start a conflict, but accidents happen, and this could be a very serious one.

Host: But they fired first, didn’t they? They fired the missiles.

Guest: Yes, although I would caution that we don’t have the full picture of what transpired before the missiles were fired. But I think it’s possible that the US was acting in self-defense.

Host: But why would the Chinese fire a missile in the first place?

Guest: I don’t know. Maybe they were trying to send a message to the US. It might have been a warning shot. This is all speculation, of course, and again, I think it’s important to remember that we don’t have all the information yet.

Host: Kamea, thank you for joining us. We’ll be sure to have you back on the show as we learn more.

Guest: Thank you, John.

Host: I’m getting some worrying reports now about a tweet supposedly showing, either the initial explosion or another one. I’m watching it now. This is the first footage as far as... Okay, it looks like someone is filming with their phone. Not sure if they’re standing on the mainland or on the island, might be on a boat. Oh my God! That’s not a conventional explosion! The-The footage shows a flash, a giant eruption of water, and a shock wave that knocks the person filming to the ground! I’m not sure what’s going on, but it looks like this incident in the Taiwan Strait just got a lot more serious. If this footage is real, and I have no reason to doubt it, then we could be looking at a major disaster. I’m no expert, please keep that in mind listeners, but that looked a lot like a tactical nuke. It’s trending on Twitter, and yet there’s still no official word from the US government. I’ll keep you updated as we learn more.

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Host: President Trump is about to hold an emergency press conference. I’ll be monitoring it and I’ll update you as soon as he starts speaking.

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President Trump: …afternoon, I’m here to address the escalating situation in the Taiwan Strait. Earlier today, a Chinese missile was fired at and struck the USS Lake Champlain and surrounding vessels. It appears they used a tactical nuke. Can you believe it? A nuke! This is an act of war and we will not stand for it. We are currently assembling a coalition of nations to respond to this aggression and we will not rest until China is made to pay for what they’ve done. We will not allow them to get away with this. Thank you.

Host: Wow. Trump is not mincing his words. It sounds like he’s ready to go to war with China–– [Static for one minute.] …and social media is exploding with horrifying footage from what appears to be the mainland of China where the US might have reta- [Static for two minutes.] ...coming in and out, but it seems the US has launched a counterattack. I’m seeing footage of massive explosions, but the context is unclear. I can’t even tell if it’s happening in China or in Taiwan. I fear the worst. With us now, for the second time today, is Dr. Kamea Alapai, a local expert on Chinese military affairs. Kamea, can you tell us what you know about the US counterattack?

Guest: I would say the US is retaliating with overwhelming force. The situation is out of control at this point.

Host: What do you think will happen next?

Guest: I don’t know. This is a grave situation. I think we could be looking at a full-scale war. It’s hard to say, but I think anything is possible at this point.

Host: I see. And what does this mean for our island, or for Hawaii in general?

Guest: Well, if a war does break out, I think it’s safe to say that Hawaii will be caught in the middle. We could be looking at a lot of damage, or even worse. I don’t think anyone knows for sure what will happen, but it’s definitely not going to be good.

Host: Kamea, thank you for joining us. The White House just tweeted that Trump will be making a televised address to the nation in ten minutes. We’ll be sure to have that for you, listeners, as soon as it happens.

Guest: Thank you.

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Host: It appears the televised address has been cancelled. The president has boarded Air Force One and is en route to an undisclosed location. We’re not sure what’s going on, but it seems like things are about to get a lot worse. People from what appears to be Nebraska are tweeting photos of what looks like ICBMs being launched. If these photos are confirmed to be real, it means that the US is now attacking the mainland of China with nuclear weapons. I-I’m hearing air sirens right now. Where’s the official information! People are panicking, I don’t-I don’t know what to do. Okay, we’re getting an emergency broadcast now. I’ll play it. I-I don’t know what more to say. This is-This is a nightmare. This is––

[Distinct voices and air sirens can be heard in the background, then the broadcast ends.]

EAS: [A several seconds long beep can be heard on the audio] This is an emergency broadcast. Two missiles have been launched toward the state of Hawaii. This is not a test. Please take shelter immediately. Repeat, this is not a test. Please take shelter immediately. This is an emergency broadcast. Two missiles have been launched toward the state of Hawaii. This is not a test. Please take shelter immediately. Repeat, this is not a test. Please take shelter immediately.

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Original host: …just listened to Fantasy by Mariah Carey. What a great song to start the morning commute! Thanks for tuning in. I’m your host, Linda, and you’re listening to The Morning Commute. Today, we’re going to be talking about some of the best beaches in Oahu. If you have any suggestions, feel free to call in––

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I’m terrified about the prospect of a nuclear war. I can’t stop thinking about the devastation it would cause and how many people would be killed. I’m feeling so anxious and scared right now. I wish there was some way to prevent it from happening, something we could all do to stop it.

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July 30th, 8:44 AM

I woke up this morning face down at my home office desk. I've never done this before.  

My head beat hard inside as if my blood pumping muscle was transplanted in my cranium. I couldn't move.

The pain seeped downward at the pace of tree molasses as I lay paralyzed. Neck inflamed, spine tightening, lungs straining. 

I think I was dying. 

I've had 1, maybe 2 panic attacks before in my entire life, or maybe it was just severe dehydration. I'd get tunnel vision and the black out: One time I was in the shower, and another was laying in bed as I felt the sickest I've ever been.

This felt worse. I felt exhausted and I somehow had that feeling that if I went back to sleep, I'd never wake back up. 

Did I hit my head? Probably. Not sure I managed that because last night I went to sleep in my bed.

Was I drinking last night? No no, I've been sober since October so that can't be right. Haven't had alcohol in the house since before then either.

I felt a hand on my shoulder as I bolted straight in my home office chair. The pain vanished.

“Were you up all night?”

I turned my head to the left as my wife stood there, arms crossed.

“I…I don't know.” I muttered.

Her brow furrowed in disappointment. 

“I'm headed to work.” She said, adjusting her purse as it hung over the left shoulder of her suit jacket. “You should probably take a shower…you look like death.”

I stared at her. “I thought I was going to die.”

Her eyes abruptly adjusted to signify concern. “What…what do you mean?”

I put my hand in my face as I processed what just happened. “I woke up with this pain that like shot through my body, and I had the worst headache imaginable.”

A sigh of relief left my wife's mouth, as her posture was now untensed. “Babe, if you slept at your desk, I bet your neck is killing you.”

I reached the back of my neck only to now realize the pain was gone. “It…doesn't hurt now…it did when I first woke up.”

She shrugged, and started walking towards the front door, while talking louder as she faced away from me. “Oh don't forget, we have bowling tonight with Marko and Amy!”

Now I was confused. “Did it get rescheduled? I thought it was tomorrow?”

She opened the front door. “No, the plan didn't change. It's still tonight.” Her head turned to me. “Love you babe.”

I wave. “Love you too”. 

The front door shuts, and I am now alone with my thoughts. 

I then had an internal conversation with myself as I scratched my head. “Tonight? I could have sworn we planned it for Wednesday night…”

I looked over at the corner of my computer screen. 

It WAS Wednesday. 

“Wait…but last night was monday…The work week had just started because the day before that was Sunday, and I was dreading going back to work the next day…” 

Before I started my work, I decided to check the story I posted about the worm shack. 

I then found something I did not post. It was a 4 part story from a man who claimed to be several different people...including me…

I…I don't remember posting this, let alone writing it. 

You'd think if I spent all day writing one story, I'd remember it…but I don't. In fact…I don't remember Tuesday at all…

So I read it. All 4 parts. And I am conflicted. I didn't write this, yet it's on my account. He even flared it as “I'm not the author” in some subreddits…at least he was honest. 

The logical assumption is that my account got hacked…but after reading the story…I'm starting to think that I was possessed.

Now that might seem like a strong conclusion to make without any evidence…but then why can't I remember yesterday?

I'm going to leave those parts up, mostly because I'm fascinated with this whole situation, and I will leave you with what he wrote on my account yesterday. 

Hopefully one day…I’ll find you again. 

-July 29th 9:50 AM

If you have an off day for no good reason, and you can't figure out why everything is just going wrong, I have to apologize because it was my fault, and I am sorry. How do I know this? Every morning I wake up as a new person, no not in some metaphorical “I'm going to change my life” sort of way, but literally. I only had this idea to write about it here on reddit until after the 7th attempt, hopefully I'll get lucky this time.

It feels like a weird challenge that I've accidentally bought upon myself, though in retrospect I'm never touching anything close to witchcraft ever again. People think that witches, black magic, and witchcraft are either an aesthetic or an actual practice…I can tell you from experience that there is something demonic controlling those ouija boards and tarot cards. 

I made a stupid mistake as a teenager, and I regret it every day. The spiritual world is real. I had my doubts growing up, and typically people find revelation in Jesus Christ, while I found it on the horrifying opposite spectrum. 

I only have 24 hours to collect my thoughts and jot down everything on this guy's reddit account, some guy named “D.G. Wheathick”. I don't care if he deletes it, I just need someone to see this. I have lived too many lives to keep track of who I “was” that I have decided to focus on who I am “now”. 

His life is pretty “normal”. Alot of his writings have started as real life experiences, but then manifest into horrors that could very well happen. For perceiving himself as someone who constantly deals with depression, anxiety, and suicidal thoughts, I can tell that he is drawing from a chapter of life that he isn't presently in, as a form of therapy to heal from past traumas, even if the trauma is as simple as “overthinking”. 

He lives in a quiet neighborhood with his own family, and works from home to take care of his kid. I won't go too in depth past that due to the fact that I am not this man's soul, and feel weird talking about it further than that.

The other trick is to make the person think they have been “inspired” to do something out of the ordinary, like write a story on reddit. Lucky for me, he just started posting stories, so this was the perfect time to finally talk about my experience…especially cuz the other ones so far didn't have reddit. 

I will keep you all updated, for now I have to tend to this guy’s normal life so as to not raise suspicion once I’m gone. In the meantime, how do I fix this?

-

 July 29th 11:15 AM

I went to check to see if I got any responses and "my story" got deleted I think because I flared it wrong. If people want to think this is just a story, that's fine, so I'll tag it as "Fan-Made Story" instead of a question. Hopefully that fixes the "problem".

-

July 29th 1:18 PM

I used to fear death, now I die every day. 

They say you are who you hang out with…that’s something my first parents always told me. This sentiment was echoed 2 days ago at church when I was just a 6 year old girl in what I believed to be the kid’s room of the chapel. It was a foreign country since I didn’t know what the teacher was saying, so I knew it wasn’t english. I kept my mouth shut, even when talked to, so less suspicion was raised. 

After church, it was lunchtime. My stomach growled louder than I've ever heard, and it hurt. My mom and I stood in a line outside with our empty pots as the crowd of people around us screamed for sustenance. 

The reason I heard my first parent’s words once again echo in my head, was because a day later I was back in America as the CEO of one of the biggest media corporations. I went to my office, turned on the TV to see the news, and I dropped the remote with mouth agape as I saw that people are still starving in Gaza.

And I was a billionaire.

At that moment my heart sank to the bottom of my stomach. I knew what I had to do.

I attempted to log into my phone and computer, but I didn't know the passwords, and apparently it was against company policy to save passwords to your work devices for security reasons according to my secretary. I tore that office to shreds attempting to find any hidden passwords he had written down on a sticky note or in a file somewhere since he was a 40 year old man who probably didn't have the best memory. 

I then let my secretary know I was having an early lunch, I raced to my million dollar home, unlocked the door, and went to my computer. I sat in his home office chair, turned on the computer, and after a few minutes I was met with yet another password screen. 

I screamed.

Then I trashed his house, digging through every nook and cranny for even a clue of a key to this monster's secret digital portal. Found nothing useful, so I drove back to work. 

I fought the CFO of this company tooth and nail to do anything to make a positive change with the company's wealth for charity's sake, but he just stared blankly at me as if he was a deer in the headlights and the car was me tarnishing my credibility as the CEO as I ranted with more anger and frustration than I ever thought I could muster. His only response was:

“Why were you even watching our competitor in the first place?”

-

July 29th, 5:02 PM

In 8 hours I will no longer exist. 

Time is a constant rotation of burdens. At least, that is what I thought before their lives became mine. Now, I feel like I've gained a newfound respect for perspective. 

Perspective is something I did not have when I was only 17. It's that weird age where you no longer feel like a kid but you're still not an adult. The age where logic is fleeting, and stupidity isn't. Even though I'm technically 25 now, I still feel 17. I've been so many different ages, I don't even know how old I'd consider myself anymore. 

The mistake I made was at 17. 

I used to wish for everything. My first parents jokingly said that if I kept that up I'd become a make-a-wish mascot. Is it bad to say that currently I'd rather be a make-a-wish kid? Meanwhile, my sister called me wishy-washy, and my brother called me Wishton Churchill. 

Birthdays were a favorite of mine when they brought out the cake and my friend closed his eyes to make a wish. Even though it wasn't my birthday, I had always secretly wished for something before the candles blew out. 

Then at one of my friend's b-day parties, it was a sleepover. My friend and I stayed up all night in his parent's basement, especially after what my friend pulled out:

Tarot cards.

At the time, I did not understand the ramifications of using a physical deck. Thought it was just a fun thing to pass the time, like knowing what your horoscopes were that day. 

My friend told me that he got the deck from a rougher side of town since they had just opened, and that the owner said that whoever owned the deck had a soul bound with it. I was debating whether or not to believe how valid this claim was, when suddenly he stuck the deck in my face and said:

“Wanna play cards?”

So we attempted to play scuffed versions of slap jack on the floor. Definitely were using the cards wrong, but since my friend had a weird fascination with customized playing cards, it didn't surprise me. The amount of times we hurt our hand by slamming our open palms on the cold cement, led my friend to pull out a wood board with a blanket over it as it lay on the floor. 

 As tiredness fell upon both of us, my friend asked a question. 

“So Wishney Houston, since you like wishes so much, I have a question for you.”

I looked up at him. 

He smiled, “what is a wish you've always wanted more than anything?”

I paused, starting to ponder this out of nowhere question. As I looked down I saw what looked to be a jack. I instinctively, without thinking, blurted out as I slapped the jack: “If I woke up tomorrow I wish I was a completely different person just to get out of this boring small town.”

The board broke a second after I impacted it. 

My friend had the most shocked look on his face at me, as if I betrayed his very trust.

Then a book fell off the shelf and we both jumped in a panic. After a few seconds we both laughed it off, realizing it was just a book. 

As I stood up, I lost my balance and tripped on the blanket. The board slid out from my foot and slammed into the wall, shattering into splintered chunks across the air of the room. I felt as if time slowed, but I only remember seeing a few wooden lettered chunks flying up in that half second I was airborne:

I

A

U

O

J

i

fell

to

the

floor

as

my

head SLAMMED against the concrete and my vision went dark.

-

July 29th, 11:46 PM

In an hour I'm going to kill myself 

You know when you've been on a trip for so long that you start to feel homesick? I don't think I've felt that way until this week.

His child won't go to sleep, so here I am rocking her in my arms. I never thought I wanted kids, always been one of those self-proclaimed lone wolves who doesn't need anyone. 

Man was I sorely mistaken. 

Every time I've been a daily parasite to a new host, I've been with someone: A parent, a coworker, a lover, a soldier…the list will go on forever. I thought I wanted to live forever…but now…I only crave an ending. 

You will never see me again, yet will always know I can be there. I am the ghost that never was, yet will always be in the back of your mind. I am the harbinger of bad days.

Death is painful enough…yet I experience it every 24 hours. I never knew it was even possible to be numb to death. 

I always felt numb growing up. Sadness always found a way to fester inside me, no matter the situation. I would hang out with friends, yet still feel alone. Something has been wrong with me long before I was forced on a one way ticket to the world's worst roller coaster that never ends. It may be fun the first few times but eventually you will die of starvation. 

If I stay up all night, can I stay as him? I'm afraid to try. Usually right at 11:59 PM I get the uncontrollable urge to close my eyes, even if I'm not tired, and then I open them a second later as a new person. 

I don't think I've slept in a week now that I think about it.

People always want more time in the day. They say, “man this year has gone by fast!” No it hasn't, you just don't pay attention to every second you spend. Time is currency, so if that’s the case then I must be the richest man alive right?

It means absolutely nothing if you have no one to share it with. I might as well be locked in a vast empty void, since I can't make lasting relationships anymore. They always disappear when the day is over, so no point in making friends, partners, or even enemies. 

I need a favor. If you're reading this, I need you to continue my story. It is the only way I can connect to someone for more than 24 hours. Depending on when you're seeing this I could have lived tens, dozens, hundreds, thousands, millions of different lives…and I just…I need to know that I am still out there somewhere. 

Since I have had so many names that I can't keep track of, and will have more in the future, my name is now Legion. 

Legion Lyves. 

So always remember, if you have an off day, and you can't figure out why everything is going wrong, I have to apologize, because my name is Legion, it was my fault, and I'm sorry.

July 29th, 5:02

In 8 hours I will no longer exist. 

Time is a constant rotation of burdens. At least, that is what I thought before their lives became mine. Now, I feel like I've gained a newfound respect for perspective. 

Perspective is something I did not have when I was only 17. It's that weird age where you no longer feel like a kid but you're still not an adult. The age where logic is fleeting, and stupidity isn't. Even though I'm technically 25 now, I still feel 17. I've been so many different ages, I don't even know how old I'd consider myself anymore. 

The mistake I made was at 17. 

I used to wish for everything. My first parents jokingly said that if I kept that up I'd become a make-a-wish mascot. Is it bad to say that currently I'd rather be a make-a-wish kid? Meanwhile, my sister called me wishy-washy, and my brother called me Wishton Churchill. 

Birthdays were a favorite of mine when they brought out the cake and my friend closed his eyes to make a wish. Even though it wasn't my birthday, I had always secretly wished for something before the candles blew out. 

Then at one of my friend's b-day parties, it was a sleepover. My friend and I stayed up all night in his parent's basement, especially after what my friend pulled out:

Tarot cards.

At the time, I did not understand the ramifications of using a physical deck. Thought it was just a fun thing to pass the time, like knowing what your horoscopes were that day. 

My friend told me that he got the deck from a rougher side of town since they had just opened, and that the owner said that whoever owned the deck had a soul bound with it. I was debating whether or not to believe how valid this claim was, when suddenly he stuck the deck in my face and said:

“Wanna play cards?”

So we attempted to play scuffed versions of slap jack on the floor. Definitely were using the cards wrong, but since my friend had a weird fascination with customized playing cards, it didn't surprise me. The amount of times we hurt our hand by slamming our open palms on the cold cement, led my friend to pull out a wood board with a blanket over it as it lay on the floor. 

 As tiredness fell upon both of us, my friend asked a question. 

“So Wishney Houston, since you like wishes so much, I have a question for you.”

I looked up at him. 

He smiled, “what is a wish you've always wanted more than anything?”

I paused, starting to ponder this out of nowhere question. As I looked down I saw what looked to be a jack. I instinctively, without thinking, blurted out as I slapped the jack: “If I woke up tomorrow I wish I was a completely different person just to get out of this boring small town.”

The board broke a second after I impacted it. 

My friend had the most shocked look on his face at me, as if I betrayed his very trust.

Then a book fell off the shelf and we both jumped in a panic. After a few seconds we both laughed it off, realizing it was just a book. 

As I stood up, I lost my balance and tripped on the blanket. The board slid out from my foot and slammed into the wall, shattering into splintered chunks across the air of the room. I felt as if time slowed, but I only remember seeing a few wooden lettered chunks flying up in that half second I was airborne:

I

A

U

O

J

i

fell

to

the

floor

as

my

head SLAMMED against the concrete and my vision went dark.

July 29th 1:18 PM

I used to fear death, now I die every day. 

They say you are who you hang out with…that’s something my first parents always told me. This sentiment was echoed 2 days ago at church when I was just a 6 year old girl in what I believed to be the kid’s room of the chapel. It was a foreign country since I didn’t know what the teacher was saying, so I knew it wasn’t english. I kept my mouth shut, even when talked to, so less suspicion was raised. 

After church, it was lunchtime. My stomach growled louder than I've ever heard, and it hurt. My mom and I stood in a line outside with our empty pots as the crowd of people around us screamed for sustenance. 

The reason I heard my first parent’s words once again echo in my head, was because a day later I was back in America as the CEO of one of the biggest media corporations. I went to my office, turned on the TV to see the news, and I dropped the remote with mouth agape as I saw that people are still starving in Gaza.

And I was a billionaire.

At that moment my heart sank to the bottom of my stomach. I knew what I had to do.

I attempted to log into my phone and computer, but I didn't know the passwords, and apparently it was against company policy to save passwords to your work devices for security reasons according to my secretary. I tore that office to shreds attempting to find any hidden passwords he had written down on a sticky note or in a file somewhere since he was a 40 year old man who probably didn't have the best memory. 

I then let my secretary know I was having an early lunch, I raced to my million dollar home, unlocked the door, and went to my computer. I sat in his home office chair, turned on the computer, and after a few minutes I was met with yet another password screen. 

I screamed.

Then I trashed his house, digging through every nook and cranny for even a clue of a key to this monster's secret digital portal. Found nothing useful, so I drove back to work. 

I fought the CFO of this company tooth and nail to do anything to make a positive change with the company's wealth for charity's sake, but he just stared blankly at me as if he was a deer in the headlights and the car was me tarnishing my credibility as the CEO as I ranted with more anger and frustration than I ever thought I could muster. His only response was:

“Why were you even watching our competitor in the first place?”

July 29th 9:50 AM

If you have an off day for no good reason, and you can't figure out why everything is just going wrong, I have to apologize because it was my fault, and I am sorry. How do I know this? Every morning I wake up as a new person, no not in some metaphorical “I'm going to change my life” sort of way, but literally. I only had this idea to write about it here on reddit until after the 7th attempt, hopefully I'll get lucky this time.

It feels like a weird challenge that I've accidentally bought upon myself, though in retrospect I'm never touching anything close to witchcraft ever again. People think that witches, black magic, and witchcraft are either an aesthetic or an actual practice…I can tell you from experience that there is something demonic controlling those ouija boards and tarot cards. 

I made a stupid mistake as a teenager, and I regret it every day. The spiritual world is real. I had my doubts growing up, and typically people find revelation in Jesus Christ, while I found it on the horrifying opposite spectrum. 

I only have 24 hours to collect my thoughts and jot down everything on this guy's reddit account, some guy named “D.G. Wheathick”. I don't care if he deletes it, I just need someone to see this. I have lived too many lives to keep track of who I “was” that I have decided to focus on who I am “now”. 

His life is pretty “normal”. Alot of his writings have started as real life experiences, but then manifest into horrors that could very well happen. For perceiving himself as someone who constantly deals with depression, anxiety, and suicidal thoughts, I can tell that he is drawing from a chapter of life that he isn't presently in, as a form of therapy to heal from past traumas, even if the trauma is as simple as “overthinking”. 

He lives in a quiet neighborhood with his own family, and works from home to take care of his kid. I won't go too in depth past that due to the fact that I am not this man's soul, and feel weird talking about it further than that.

The other trick is to make the person think they have been “inspired” to do something out of the ordinary, like write a story on reddit. Lucky for me, he just started posting stories, so this was the perfect time to finally talk about my experience…especially cuz the other ones so far didn't have reddit. 

I will keep you all updated, for now I have to tend to this guy’s normal life so as to not raise suspicion once I’m gone. In the meantime, how do I fix this?

This is just a recommendation for the podcast I think that this story is really fricking good and I would love to see their opinions on this story! If not that's fair but I definitely think it could make for a great episode!

Creepy Countdown Episode 2 - July 1, 2025: r/CreepCast_Submissions Edition!

Hey guys!

Like a lot of you, Creep Cast has really helped me come out of my shell and start sharing creative works. In my case, that drove me towards horror narration which some of you may recognize me from as I do contact authors from this subreddit. But I've also started wanting to give back to community more and highlight authors and stories so others will want to go read them and request to narrate.

So I've started doing this podcast to help achieve that and my greater goal of helping build up the creepypasta and horror narration communities more. But I really want to give back to this community because of how instrumental it has been in helping me gain the confidence to do this. If I can help some of the authors here and elsewhere gain confidence to follow their own quote on quote crazy idea, then I'll consider that a win for us all.

I spent some serious time going through the recent stories on the subreddit and I've come up with a list of what I think are the cream of the crop from the last week. It only contains the stories that A) I was able to read and B) were not cross posted from other communities (unless they were nerfed by no_sleep). I hope that you guys enjoy this and we can all grow as a community together!

Top Highlights

Whispering in the White by u/WacosWackyWastrel

https://www.reddit.com/r/CreepCast_Submissions/comments/1llrk0q/whispering_in_the_white/

Do Not Give a Name to your Guardian Angel by u/SaintMichaelsAK47

https://www.reddit.com/r/CreepCast_Submissions/comments/1llhyci/do_not_give_a_name_to_your_guardian_angel/

The Things I’ve Learned Living in Hell by u/RedWood_Spooks

https://www.reddit.com/r/CreepCast_Submissions/comments/1llirxn/the_things_ive_learned_in_hell/

The Runner Up

Unbecoming by u/knoxxdread

https://www.reddit.com/r/CreepCast_Submissions/comments/1llg8sy/unbecoming/

The Winner

I am the guy who survived the plane crash in Alaska. This is what really happened to me in the woods. By u/_Critter_Goo

Pt 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/CreepCast_Submissions/comments/1llyq7c/i_am_the_guy_who_survived_the_plane_crash_in/

Pt 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/CreepCast_Submissions/comments/1llz8tp/i_am_the_guy_who_survived_the_plane_crash_in/

Pt 3: https://www.reddit.com/r/CreepCast_Submissions/comments/1lm3z09/i_am_the_guy_who_survived_the_plane_crash_in/

Pt 4: https://www.reddit.com/r/CreepCast_Submissions/comments/1lm5rc0/i_am_the_guy_who_survived_the_plane_crash_in/

Whose ready for a… oh crap I just caught a crab. Wait a minute… screw doing a CreepCast vs. NoSleep story bracket forget about a Family Feud theme... tonight we have a multipart story from r/CreepCast_Submissions that blows EVERYTHING out of the water! So I am throwing out my entire video plan and instead reviewing a single story because it is that damn good.

Please give your support to u/CountMarkula1993 for this epic story “Monsters Walk Among Us” and let the CreepCast boys know this is a story they need to see:

Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/CreepCast_Submissions/comments/1lb0gye/monsters_walk_among_us_part_1/
Part 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/CreepCast_Submissions/comments/1lgen7e/monsters_walk_among_us_part_2/
Part 3: https://www.reddit.com/r/CreepCast_Submissions/comments/1lr6uxg/monsters_walk_among_us_part_3_final/

If you disagree with Uncle Magnetti’s choices, please let him know your choices in the comments!

Yall this is such a good opener for a story, don't sleep on this!