Across the Street

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I live in a small town in upstate South Carolina. Nothing much happens here, so it seems with every story’s beginning. Nevertheless, it’s normal… right? I mean, the most spectacular thing that’s ever happened here was probably when there was a new stop sign put up near Deerfield, or perhaps after the Masons started up a new church. Not much I guess. My neighbourhood is pretty quiet. I guess it’s because there was no other kids around but me. I don’t really mind it though, besides, I’m a teenager now. Anyhow, enough about me.

There’s an old woman across the street from us. Her name is Susan. What a simple name, don’t you think? She’s a sweet lady though, sometimes she’ll call our home phone and happily chitchat with my mom about random things. Also, every once in a while she’ll come by and leave cookies or homemade caramels on our front porch in return for my dad mowing her lawn. We could never seem to be home when she dropped them off though. When we asked her about it, Susan would always say she’d rung the doorbell but we weren’t home. Even so, the baked goods kept coming. Until one day they just stopped. I wondered why; I really liked them. But my father continued to mow her lawn, taking over his faded green John Deere to her house so the grass wouldn’t get too tall. Figured he was doing a good deed, you know, since she was an old lady.

After a couple weeks we hadn’t heard from her. No more sweets and no more happy phone calls. The other neighbours started to get worried. One afternoon we got a call from the guy beside us; he’s Mr. Caldwell. He wanted to know if we’d heard anything from Susan.

“Usually her and my wife like to go shopping. But they haven’t been able to get together for two weeks now!” He said.

My dad was as clueless as he was. “I’m sorry, but I don’t really know. Sometimes she comes over and leaves us sweet stuff, or calls my wife and talks to her. But none of that has been happening.”

I sat at the kitchen table and picked at my food, not paying much attention to the green beans on my plate. I was too busy trying to figure out what was going on. I raised a brow and looked up to my father. “Miss Susan lives alone, right? You don’t think–”

He waved his hand at me and cut me off, turning his back away and went outside. I went over to the window and watched him cross over the road to her house, nodding before he put his cellphone into his back pocket. I saw him knock on the door several times before it opened, letting him inside. Little did I know that would be the last time I’d see him.

Hours past, but I didn’t think much about my father. I figured he and Susan were just having a nice conversation. Maybe she invited him to stay for dinner; either way I didn’t care. The sunlight soon drifted away, and day turned into night. My mother decided to call my dad and see when he was coming home. No answer.

“Hey sweetie, would you mind running over to Miss Susan’s? Tell your father he should come home now.” My mother poked her head through the door to my bedroom and smiled politely.

“Yeah, sure.” I nodded and grabbed a coat from my closet.

It was pretty dark outside, so I decided to take a flashlight. Looking back on it, I’m glad I did… I closed the front door behind me and stept across the street to Susan’s. I noticed the lights weren’t on inside the house… After knocking on the door and ringing the bell once or twice, I waited silently for someone to answer.

“Hello?” I called out. ‘She was home right? And dad was with her?’ I thought to myself.

A few minutes passed by and still no response. I hesitantly reached for the doorknob and gave it a turn. It was unlocked. I went inside and ran my hand against the walls, searching for the light switch. It felt cold in there; it made me uneasy. My heart sank when the lights didn’t turn on once I found a switch. They flickered in and out before cutting off. I sucked in my breathe and tried not to run away, my father and Susan were in there.

“Miss Susan… Dad?” My voice cracked at first, rather feeble. “You guys?”
I turned to the living room and looked up. To my dismay, a large hulking figure was swaying back and forth from the chandelier. I don’t remember much after that. Except for seeing Susan. She was smiling… What a nice old lady.

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11:46PM Late last night two bodies were found in a home off of 3-85 Northbound towards Western Pine High School. One of the bodies, 16 year old XXXX was found with a flashlight clutched tightly in hand. His arms, however were removed from his person but was laying nearby. The other, said to be a relative, was found hanging from chandelier. Both bodies organs seemed to have been removed. Some remains were found in kitchen oven and in bowls of what appeared to be dough. Police report that the house in which they were found had once belonged to Ms. Susan A. Ashworthe, who has been deceased since 2011 according to state records. Authorities are unsure why they were there. Wife and mother of the two bodies are reportedly missing.

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  • Commented on October 31, 2014 at 12:24 am

    Interesting story. However, I think a bit more explanation would be nice. Who was Miss Susan, when is this story based (at 2011 or after?), what happened to the wife? I get that a bit of mystery can help a creepypasta every now and then, but this one needed something more. It was a bit too short for my liking.
    3/5.

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  • Commented on October 20, 2014 at 1:16 pm

    I read this while it was up for submission. I’m happy to see it got it’s rightful place on the site.

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  • Maria Roudenko
    Commented on January 6, 2015 at 9:48 pm

    Susan Ashworthe? As in the Cat Lady? Nice reference!

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  • Led
    Commented on May 4, 2015 at 12:50 pm

    4/5. I think the story was being taken place in present time, and since Ms. Susan died in 2011, the person calling wasn’t actually her; it was the killer. But what doesn’t make sense to me is the fact that the husband said his wife would go shopping with Susan. How would that be if Susan was already dead? The “monster” would’ve had to look like Susan.

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  • Mike T
    Commented on July 20, 2015 at 1:57 am

    Bad grammar, spelling and writing made this story difficult to understand. Very frustrating.

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  • Commented on February 6, 2015 at 1:32 pm

    Why is it that 9/10 creepy pastas have / then i felt a chill run down my back \ they use that sentence to much stop putting them in the story I’m tired of it

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  • Commented on October 26, 2014 at 4:43 am

    This is one of my favourites!!!! 😀

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  • Commented on October 30, 2014 at 8:25 am

    Is very nice ^-^
    Great job <3

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  • Commented on November 8, 2014 at 1:16 am

    Very well made a good read with a lovely ending

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  • Commented on March 24, 2015 at 11:25 am

    great job! a 5/5 !!

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  • Commented on December 9, 2015 at 7:35 pm

    very nice. I like the mystery to it. I agree with the comment above though, I would have like a little more explanation. Most mystery endings leave the reader with their own idea of what happened, but that idea needs to be painted with details. great job though, I enjoyed the read.

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  • Commented on April 6, 2016 at 10:06 pm

    I thought this was an excellent pasta, I give it a 9/10. It could have used a little more explaining.

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  • Commented on July 5, 2016 at 2:39 pm

    I really liked this pasta; however, more explanation would be great. Also, there are a few minor grammar mistakes. Other than that, I really enjoyed it. Good job.

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  • Commented on January 30, 2016 at 4:18 am

    Intriguing cross of two different elements (ghost + creature). The proofreading leaves something to be desired, though.

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  • Commented on March 13, 2016 at 5:45 pm

    AMAZING! 5/5

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  • Commented on May 9, 2016 at 7:01 pm

    I love these creepypastas where it starts with a narrarator and ends with a police documentation. Howcome my creepypastas never get reviewed?!

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