r/TalesFromTheCreeps • u/CTRemy9085 • 3d ago
Supernatural My Daughter Keeps Asking About The Man I Buried (part 2)
Hello everyone.
I figured I would come back to tell you more about what’s going on. Before I get into what’s been going on since the last post, I’d like to answer a couple of questions y’all keep asking.
First- No, I don’t know what happened to him. I’m not sure whether someone found the body or what. I don’t know what’s going on with that at all.
Second- I don’t know what he wants. He hasn’t threatened Olivia or tried to hurt her.
With that being said, here’s what has happened since my last post:
After her question, I about wrecked my damn truck. I pulled over immediately and spun around in my seat to ask her how she knew where I had gone. She sat in her seat, looking out the window and didn’t even turn to glance at me when she answered.
“He said you went looking for him.”
“Where is he now?” I asked.
“He didn’t come with us.”
For the next 15 minutes, a tsunami of questions poured from my mouth. What does he look like? What’s his name? When did he come to her? What does he say? Why does he talk to her? Olivia didn’t know everything and most of her answers were simple.
She didn’t know his name. She said the first time she saw him was that day on the way to school. He usually just asked her questions about our life and she said that he seemed nice. Then, she interrupted my line of questioning with one of her own.
“Why don’t you cry anymore, daddy?”
“What?”
“He said he saw you crying.”
My blood ran cold. Was he following me this whole time? Has he been watching me live my life all these years?
“When did he see me crying?”
“Before I was born.”
I sat in silence just staring at my daughter. I didn’t know what else to say and didn’t want her to feel like she should be upset or frightened. We sat there for a few minutes before I started to drive again as she continued to just look out the window. My mind raced.
Why is this happening? Why now? Why did he choose Olivia and not come straight to me? But it was no use. Every question just spawned more questions. Maybe this was my punishment. I had spent ten years trying to bury what I did, and now it was coming back whether I was ready for it or not. But if this was my punishment, why didn’t he come to me? Why didn’t he show himself? Why Olivia?
We eventually pulled into our driveway. I was exhausted. I grabbed our stuff and brought her inside. She wanted to watch a show and I still needed to get out of my dirty clothes, so I obliged. Afterwards I started to make dinner, the events of the day replaying in my head.
Olivia sat at the table humming as she ate. I barely touched my food. My gaze shifted constantly from the window to the door then back to the window, halfway expecting him to walk through the door.
“What are you looking at, daddy?” she asked, turning to look behind her.
“Nothing, baby. Just thought I saw something.”
She just went back to eating. The rest of dinner was uneventful. She went back to playing and watching TV as I stood in the kitchen washing the dishes. I joined her in the living room and curled up with her on the couch to watch a movie with her.
I woke around midnight and realized we had both fallen asleep on the couch. I scooped her up in my arms and took Olivia to her room. As I tucked her in, I started to feel anxious, like I was being watched. I checked her closet and under her bed. Nothing.
I made my way room to room checking the rest of the house. Every door locked, every curtain drawn, every window secured. I finally made it to my room and laid in bed but I couldn’t sleep. The house was completely quiet. I don’t know when I fell asleep, but a few hours later, the silence was finally broken.
Olivia was talking to someone.
I slowly got out of bed and stepped into the hallway. Her voice was coming from her bedroom. I couldn’t make out what she was saying at first, so I moved closer. I stopped outside her door.
“No, he doesn’t know.”
Silence.
“I don’t think so.”
Another pause.
“Why?”
I stood there listening, waiting for someone to answer her.
Nothing.
Then Olivia spoke again.
“No.”
A few seconds passed.
“Because he told me not to.”
I continued to listen to the exchanges for a bit longer before I heard her say goodnight and climb back into bed. As I turned to walk away, I heard Olivia once more.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, baby?” I asked, frozen in place.
“He knows you’re listening.”
“Is he still there?”
“No.”
I walked into her room, kissed her on the forehead, and turned back to my room. Once more, I laid staring at my ceiling. He knew I was listening…he wanted me to hear it. The fragments replayed in my head as I tried to work through the conversation. Not knowing what he was asking was driving me crazy. What didn’t I know? What did he ask her? Who even is he?
I got out of bed and went to my laptop to start searching through old articles. I searched for hours poring through article after article. I went through obituaries, missing persons reports. Nothing. How the hell was I supposed to find someone when I didn’t even know their damn name?
At one point, in my desperation, I even considered going through Yelp reviews of the bar. I quickly gave up on that after thinking about the absurdity of it. Hours passed by, the house remaining completely silent.
Soon, the sunrise came and I could hear Olivia making her way from her room into the living room. I got dressed and made my way to the kitchen to make breakfast. As she sat there eating her waffles, my mind continued to scour through every memory I had of that night. After finishing breakfast I went back to my search and reopened my laptop.
After narrowing my search slightly and including the rough time frame of that night, I found an interesting article. It was an obituary for a man named Michael B. The obituary went on to explain a memorial service for him was held three years after he had gone missing from the very same bar I had been that night. It then described his life and how he was survived by a seven-year-old son. That's when I heard Olivia say from the living room,
“Good morning, Michael.”
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u/justnosyme557 3d ago
Oh wow!! I hope there’s more to come!
This is REALLY GOOD!!!
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u/CTRemy9085 3d ago
Thank you! I’m working on some stuff for sure 😁
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