When I was in high school, my friends and I had a peculiar pastime. Like any teenage delinquent, we liked to cause trouble. We weren’t vandals, we didn’t deal drugs, and we certainly didn’t bully kids in school. No, we liked to scare the living shit out of new parents by “hacking” their baby monitors. We were insufferable little punks who thought we were too good to get caught, and that our little acts of mischief would go unpunished. One night; however, I learned my lesson, and realized that I wasn’t quite as bulletproof as my tremendous adolescent ego made me out to be.
Dimitri, Kurt, and I went to the same school, shared many of the same classes, and hung out almost every evening after chow time. We watched prank shows, played video games, talked about who had the nicest rack in school. One evening, we were trading scary stories at the park. Kurt shared the classic story about the single mother who heard a haunting voice on her baby monitor. Like most horror stories, it sounded like total bullshit, but Dimitri told us it had happened to his mom once. On her own monitor, she’d heard a neighbour singing to her baby. Apparently, it was possible to accidentally tap into someone else’s frequency. In an instant, a lightbulb turned on in each of our heads. When you’re close enough to someone, you don’t need words to know what that person is thinking, and we could all tell we were thinking the exact same thing: we were going to buy a baby monitor and screw with people.
Pardon the pun, but hacking a baby monitor is child’s play. All you need to do is find a device on the same frequency as yours. Never one to do things half-assed, I purchased a high-end monitor with a frequency dial so we could prank as many targets as possible. The following night, we took to our bikes, roamed the neighbourhood, and found our first victim. We could see the nursery from the suburban home’s second floor window. Dimitri grabbed the baby monitor and began tuning it to different frequencies, until we heard breathing. I remember feeling excited as our plan finally came to fruition. Dimitri pressed the button, and began exhaling heavily into the receiver.
“…your…little girl…was…delicious…” he murmured, using a demonic voice.
The light in the master bedroom turned on almost immediately, and we heard a shrill scream. Laughing our asses off, we quickly rode off down the street so we wouldn’t get caught.
We repeated the prank several times over the course of the following weeks, each taking turns talking through the monitor. Not wanting anyone to get wise to our little game, we chose different houses every time. People’s reactions were priceless: some mothers would reply in a panic, others seemed to know it was a hoax and told us to shut up, and one poor woman even started sobbing uncontrollably, begging us not to hurt her baby. I feel bad about that last one now that I’m older, but it was hilarious to me back then. My friends and I mimicked her high-pitch bawling and desperate cries for mercy for weeks afterwards. Yeah, we were royal dicks.
Karma’s a bitch, and I got what was coming to me one night. Kurt and Dimitri were busy studying for their midterms, so I went out on my own. By then, we’d gotten pretty much everyone in the surrounding area, so I decided to venture off across town and into unfamiliar territory. Finding a target wasn’t difficult: you just had to look for cars with baby seats, houses with overly-colorful cartoon-themed curtains, or toys left in the yard. I came across a house that fit all three criteria, and parked my bike out of view. Playing with the tuner, I eventually found the right frequency. I could hear the sound of a baby snoring very lightly. A devious little smirk pushed its way onto my lips, and my heart began pounding with excitement. It was my time to shine.
“I…am…watching…” I whispered into the monitor, using the creepiest voice I could muster.
The house remained dark and lifeless. I figured the home owners hadn’t heard me.
“…I…stand…over your bed…watching…waiting…I will get you…” I said, louder this time.
Nothing. Just the sounds of crickets chirping, and the occasional dull roar of a car driving down the street. It was a little odd. Parents usually reacted much quicker than that. I began feeling a little nervous, and somewhat exposed. You know, like when you suddenly realize some creeper’s gawking at you? It was getting late, and I had a long bike ride home. Just as I was about to give up and leave, I heard a strange, moist gurgling sound coming from the monitor. The quiet, rhythmic snores ceased, and I assumed the baby had woken up and was about to start crying. Instead, a man spoke to me.
“You’re the one…being…watched now…Juan,” he said softly.
My stomach pirouetted at his words. How did he know my name?! I felt sick. Something was very wrong, and I could feel it in my bones. I glanced up at the nursery window, and saw a silhouette standing there watching me. Had he been there the whole time? The air was thick and difficult to inhale, though perhaps fear was making it hard to breathe. My body quivered uncontrollably, as a sense of dread poured into every inch of me. I climbed on my bike, pedalling desperately to get away. Part of me thought I was overreacting, but the overwhelming need to flee overpowered my rational mind.
“You…can’t run…I know…where you live, Juan…” continued the man, even as I turned the corner.
I flew down the street, not stopping until I reached a busy boulevard. Surrounded by cars and a few late night joggers, I felt safe.
“…Your hoodie will run red your blood, boy…” whispered the man, still talking through the baby monitor in my pocket.
A passerby gave me a nasty look as I yelped loudly in fear, practically ripping my hoodie in my frantic attempt at removing it. To the stranger, I must have looked like some snotty kid tripping balls or something. He didn’t know I was in genuine distress, so I don’t blame him for walking off with an insulted huff, though I wish he had offered to help me instead.
After stuffing the hoodie into my backpack, I noticed my name scrawled on the back. It was my fucking school jacket: no wonder that bastard knew my name. It then occurred to me that baby monitors were fairly short-ranged, so I was obviously being followed. I nervously glanced around to try and identify my stalker. Was it the empty-looking van down the street? That guy walking his dog? The car that had just driven by? Either way, the last thing I wanted was to hear that voice again, so I turned off the device, and started pedalling towards my home. Fear had heightened my senses, and I began notice every motion of the trees in the breeze, every crackle of twigs under my wheels, and every car that zipped past me. I flinched whenever anyone came near, paranoid that whoever had spoken to me through the baby monitor was going to catch up. Fortunately, I made it home without incident.
I parked the bike in my garage and crawled up the stairs to my bedroom. In one careless motion, I tossed my backpack and the baby monitor in the corner of my room, and dove under my sheets like an Olympic swimmer. It doesn’t matter how old you are: nothing feels safer than being under your blanket. I closed my eyes, hoping I’d be able to calm down enough to catch a few hours of rest before class, but then I heard static coming from the monitor across the room. The monitor that was supposed to be off.
“Sweet dreams, Juan,” said the voice that still haunts my nightmares.
I didn’t sleep a wink that night. I was too frightened to get out of bed until sunrise. When I got up, my first order of business was to remove the battery from the monitor and throw it in the trash. I didn’t want anything to do with it any more. I came up with an excuse to give my buddies so they wouldn’t think I was a huge pussy. With massive bags under my eyes, I got dressed, had breakfast, and went to school.
It wasn’t until a few days later that I saw the house on the news. In an interview, a police officer explained that the small family who had been living in the house had been found in their beds, necks slit open. I had been outside when it happened: the killer had heard me on the baby monitor and decided to fuck with me. It was definitely a wake-up call, and I thanked my lucky stars that I hadn’t gotten the shit murdered out of me. I was too busy feeling thankful that I survived to feel bad about the family that hadn’t. Empathy, like wisdom, comes with age.
Now that I’m an adult with a wife and daughter, I truly understand the consequences of my actions, and the severity of the situation I put myself in as a tremendously stupid teenage boy. That dreadful night, I thought I reached the epitome of fear, but it was just the tip of the iceberg. As a father, I now know that fear thrives and multiplies when there’s something more precious than your own life at stake. I can’t say for sure whether the killer found me again after all these years, or whether a new breed of idiots had the same idea as my friends and I, but I can tell you that I now understand what true terror is. Last night, I heard something on our baby monitor that sent chills into my very soul, shackling me with a paralyzing fear that I doubt will ever leave me:
101 Comments on 'Baby Monitors'
I greatly enjoyed this story! I would like to see more work come from you and your sense of what a parent feels when it is their child’s life on the line opposed to their own. 10/10
Nice. Very well done. Karma’s a bitch and she always wins. Gave me chills.
Absolutely loved it! As a mom this truly creeped me out, I couldn’t imagine hearing a creepy voice on my baby monitors at night, omg.
This was a really good story and I think it grasps the fear of being a parent to those that are in danger (I’m not a parent myself, but I feel that fear) 8/10
This was well written and relatable. We all do stupid stuff as teens that we reflect on as adults. I also enjoyed the big role that karma played in the story.
God, that gave me chills!! Amazing story, I love it very much.
10/10 Loved it 🙂
This is one of the best pastas I’ve ever read, 10/10.
As I read, I couldn’t help but question the lack of parental involvement regarding Juan during his late-night shenanigans. And it’s hard to believe high schoolers could roam community to community terrorizing families without complications like watch dogs, police or witnesses. The writing needs minor edits, but I think the story as a whole needs more creative development. Feels unfinished. Has sequel potential, though.
This was really well done, loved the idea of this. Might wanna proofread though, I got one or two grammar mistakes
Just an FYI the author to this story is Manen_Lyset
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10/10. Good job!
This pasta was truly amazing! It really peaks your interest, until the very end!
I remember hearing of this pasta. I love this one so much!!
This was really good. It was interesting and creepy. To be honest I felt worry for the main character. Well written!
Is it bad that this kinda made me want to hack baby monitors too?
Very well done: Choo Cho
I loved this one very creepy and people still hack baby monitors. Creepy
Wait okay ………….um If the man now is a dad then I personally think he would have already forgotten about the incident like 10 years later if i were in bed it would take me a couple of days to realize the crazed man was still watching me.
This was a very interesting story . I liked the part where when Juan checked the monitors someone or something knew his name and Juan went running crazy knowing that he should never do it again XD
It was Paul Dano murdering the family
This pasta is absolutely awesome! Definitely very creepy. No critiques here.
this is the best pasta i have read
Very nice and creepy as well because shit like this is entirely possible. It’s the believable stories that always scare me.
This is my favorite creepypasta, in my opinion ,This is better than Jeff the Killer
This was soooooooo fuckin creepy. never ever gonna do this…..(a few days later gets monitor and scares the living shit outta people)
Creepy pasta has great books!!!
Woah that was awesome 10/10 baby monitors I liked the ending kind of cliché nbut still worked good
Literally pissed myself, this is an AWESOME creepypasta and I’m definently giving it a 10/10
Chills dude keep going. The last line ….. Huh great job
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Great gives that scare when Juan is follow and the next morning on the news he finds out.
I’m gonna make a website about creepypasta and you are all welcome!!!
Holy crap that creeped the heck out of me.btw great story
NOPE NOPE NOPE!!!!!!
*slams laptop shut and runs away screaming*
Throws away baby moniter…
I love the ending, it gave me chills
wait, if it was a serial killer how on earth did he know, that the protagonist’s name was Juan?!
One of my favorites, like some creepypastas i forget because they weren’t that scary but i will remember this one for ever.
Very few grammatical errors, interesting plot. This was really good. I also loved the fact that there was nothing supernatural about this story. It just goes to show to show you how scary the real world can be.
I am soooooooooo mad I didn’t make this pasta. But I’m still going to give it a 10\10.
I loved it!
See now this is y u go to a good school kids. Jk. Really great pasta!!
This creepypasta is amazing whats good about it is that theres no guts or gore but it still makes you on edge the ending sould have been a little creepier
I love how realistic it is! Very well written.
Nice story…I love the ending where the stalker talks in the monitor,EPIC!
Also well written…
10/10 NAH! JK!
Wonderful story! I really enjoyed it! I certainly want more from this author!
I remember I played a prank on my brother,I put a baby moniter under his bed and talked to him in a creepy vioce the whole time XD
This definitely gave me the chills reading this. I think this may be one of the better creepypastas I have read recently. Very believable and realistic. I hope to see more from this author in the future. 10/10!
Best one I’ve read so far (though I’m new here), keep it up!
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Oh my god. As I read the part where the stalker talked into the baby monitor, my baby brother started screaming in his room, and it came from the monitor, which was right next to my face. Literally grabbed monitor, screamed, and threw it at the wall. Just about shit my pants. Yeah, my mom didn’t like that too much. That thing happened once. I thought someone was in my brothers room, but it turned out to just be the neighbors talking to their baby. Creepy shit!
We love this one, and first found it from a youtuber.
Wow, this story is AMAZING! Oh my Zalgo! I’m serious! Freaky, amazing..YES!
I greatly enjoyed this story! Very well told and it has a build that makes you care about what’s going on! Loved it!
Well written ending is a bit predictable though
Nice story, I’ve always loved this and it’s scariness.
Damn and I thought an old dud yelling at you to get of his property was bad.
wow cheers! this was really delicious such a good pasta. the whole karma thing and the murder plot everything is good. such a great read 🙂 second fave of mine!
This got to be one of the best Creepypasta stories ever written. This could be a good scene in a horror movie.
nice story scared the shit out of me
thanks for the scare
Amazing and you know what you’re right karma is a bitch. But the pasta was great, it had basically everything a scary killer, a douchebag teenager (me), and an awesome theme. Keep up the great work. Also if you need me I’m going to be hacking baby monitors.
I’ve been waiting for a creepy story like this! Definitely enjoyed every inch of this creepy pasta, my favorite by far.
now that is one way to end a story.
I’m honestly really scared. I’ve NEVER been this scared because of a Creepypasta. 100,000,000/100
This is an amazing pasta. Woke up last night to give my son a bottle and all I could see in my mind was a silhouette standing next to me. Nicely done.
This was absolutely amazing and thank fuck my family doesn’t have a baby monitor.
Very good. I just started getting into creepypastas. 6/10.
this is literally the scariest pasta iv’e ever read. when he said i’m…still….watching…. I lost my shit. 5 stars and i wish i could give more
wow dis is creepy jeez
Awsomely made, the story made sense and I loved it 9/10
Is it bad that I actually want to do this one day???
It sounds so real and it chilled me right to the bone good job!
Well done for a superb pasta. 9.99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999/10
I’m never having kids now.
I absolutely love these types of pastas which are based on real life. Good job!
Three words: Scary as fuck. I almost pissed myself. This is very well-written, and somehow gave me the idea to hack baby monitors and screw with people. Is it wrong that I want to do that?
Well composed. I enjoyed it very much for a light read.. has just enough spooky ratio to length. Keep writing!
solid pasta, very creepy!
This gave me goosebumps!!
Amazing, Not Gonna Sleep Tonight… But Amazing. Scared The Hell Out Of Me And I’m Gonna Be Paranoid But Still Great 5/5
Gives me the chills but it was funny.
I have to admit that was really good and pretty damn realistic
Wow a good one
so glad that my family doesn’t use baby monitors anymore
Great, new concept. Really liked it.
Oml this pasta was really well written excluding the ending.
Don’t make me the next victim!
The killer had an epic comeback
Creeped me out for shore
oh god, where is my babe monitor?
Cliched, but well built story. loved it when he gets caught by the demon-guy
I enjoyed the story very much, but there was a teeny-tiny part I want to nitpick at: the ending, the murderer was stalking him the whole time and not kill him instead?? Its too much of a stretch. Unless, its just a coincidence and that person was someone else. I gave it 4/5
This story is actually a copy paste from a site http://www.yourghoststories.com…