Name: MORDEO Creepypasta | Scary Creepypasta Story feat. That Creepy Reading | Crypt TV
Uploaded: 2019-01-01T13:16:40.000Z
Duration: 18 min 55 s
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- [Narrator] I know
something you might not know.

It's not exactly a fact
that I can just tell you,

like how conservation
efforts in northern Michigan

had caused an explosion in
the great wolf population,

or that my frigid state's
abandoned copper mines

were not the place we had
intended on going caving.

I still remember that night in a bar where

in a day's fury of whisky
shots between the both of us

he first pitched the idea
that I should join him

on his yearly upper
peninsula hiking escape.

I remember how I had reluctantly
agreed, despite my plans

to spend that particular
weekend glued to the couch.

That elated pat of approval
which nearly spilled my drink is

one thing that sticks in
my mind quite fervently.

We'd managed to be great friends for years

and he strictly found happiness outdoors.

Only then I found myself thick
in uncomfortable snow gear,

ensnared by a blinding
blizzard which seemed to

The only light in the sky
was dull red of twilight

glowing above the snow-capped evergreens.

The equipment we carried
was making my joints ache.

Even though he offered to
shoulder most of the burden,

Which required gear for
camping, cooking, and climbing,

What I know is more of a
concept that I can only hope to

elucidate through careful
construction of context.

I only ask that you judge
my actions introspectively

Slowly but surely, we had
drifted from the trail

as a dizzying number of
trees and snow covering the

twisting path left us
constantly second-guessing

couldn't help us keep
walking straight through

the haze of biting wind
and obfuscating white.

When we happened upon that
clearing, we had no choice

but to set up shelter
amongst the stumps of

that logged section of forest, leaving me

increasingly grateful to be lugging around

Even as I stood shivering
through the harsh fury,

he had set up a structure
within minutes on his own,

Pouring the whiskey we had
brought would be dangerous

in this cold, so we focused
instead on huddling amongst

the thermal sleeping
tents and dim lanterns.

I had set aside my
complaints of discomfort

as we swept through stories and trail mix,

What I know is, as underlying
as not only necessity,

but as nature itself, I
will tell you what I know

The howling began at a distance
barely even registering

the many creatures we
shared the forest with.

The first time it was loud
enough to interrupt our stories,

the shiver crawled up
our backs and he reached

and turned the dial of
the lantern, just in case.

We were quieter now, our
camaraderie suppressed

to a dull whisper, becoming
more and more sparse

until being finally overtaken by silence.

The last cries of the peak
had not sounded far away,

though enough time was
passing for security

to peek its timid head,
only to withdraw once more

I remember how my chest
ached as we knelt by the

plastic window, unzipping
the canvas covering,

appear out in the distant lines
of trees beyond the stumps.

Nausea gripped my stomach
when I carried the sight,

with the first pair of eyes
cutting through the darkness,

I nearly screamed when he
suddenly clenched my wrist

to pull me outside before we
were completely surrounded.

We ended up leaving our gear behind except

for a light rucksack of caving equipment.

Refusing to enter our line
of sight, the eyes and snarls

dashed menacingly along
the conifers as we sprinted

already wheezing as my
coat fluttered behind me,

We thought that we were
lucky to have encountered

horizontal passages into
a mining tunnel below.

When I placed my hand
on the unassuming mound

for support as we fled, my stomach dropped

To enter would mean a
fall of at least 50 feet,

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