A couple of months ago, I began my classes at Chico State University. As I was preparing for my freshman year, I was able to find everything that I needed, except for a laptop. I’m not exactly very good at letting a dollar go for something, especially when I could get that something for less.
I scoured the internet for good deals on laptops, finding none that suit my frugal habits. Classes were only two weeks away, and I was becoming desperate for a computer. Several days later, I saw an ad in the newspaper for a laptop that was being sold for only $600, and not too far from where I live. It was a very nice Dell laptop too, seeming odd that it was being sold for almost $1,000 less than store price.
I drove to the seller’s address the following day. The house was farther out of the city, butting up to a dense forest. Outside of the house was an old Chevrolet, and a mess of old signs and other various vintage looking items. I rang the doorbell, and a thin man in a flannel jacket came to the door. When I asked about the laptop, he looked almost relieved, and told me he was ready to sell it immediately. Luckily, I came with cash in hand and after proof of good condition, I went home with a new computer.
Excited to have my first self-bought laptop, I powered it up and began uploading my own programs and applications onto it. Upon searching the hard drive, I found a folder hidden away on it, which was odd because the man selling it told me that the memory was wiped clean and ready for a fresh start. The folder was titled “09/17/10”, presumably a date. I opened the folder, revealing six videos and three pictures. Curiosity got the best of me, and I decided to watch the videos.
The first video was simply titled “001”. The video was shot from a shaky camcorder inside of a vehicle, recording a woman walking out of a bar and getting into her car at night. After a couple of seconds the woman drove off, and almost immediately, the person recording the video began to drive after her. The video ended after 24 seconds. It almost seemed like the cameraman had been waiting for the woman for a while.
Come to think of it, I wasn’t too alarmed by this at the time, just a little unsettled. I opened the next video file, titled “002”. I assumed that this was the next part of the first video. My assumption was right, as it began with the camera on top of the console, facing out of the windshield. It was raining now, leading me to believe that this was a short while after the first video ended. I could barely make out that the vehicle two cars ahead of this one was the same car that the woman at the bar left in. This went on for an unsettling 47 seconds, before the camera cuts out. I began to get a little nervous, fearing that this might take a turn for the worst.
But, as if I was watching a television show, I wanted to see where this was headed. Not totally concerned yet, I decided to press on. The third video was, of course, titled “003”. This was the one that got me officially concerned. The clip began from the same shaky hands as the first clip. It was now pouring rain outside of the car, and I could barely make out a figure in a fur coat with an umbrella walking to the front door of a house. I could only assume who this person was, and whose house this belonged to. The figure entered the house and closed the door. The following stillness greatly unnerved me. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of rain dumping on top of the car. After roughly two minutes of this nerve-racking nothingness, the lights inside of the house cut out. Another minute or so went by before the camera was placed onto the console again and the sound of a person exiting the car broke the stillness. After the car door quietly closed, another figure, this time hooded could be seen walking towards the house. I began to feel a knot tightening in the bottom of my stomach as the stranger walked around to the back of the house. Whoever this person was, they definitely weren’t supposed to be there. After another couple of seconds, the lights to the outside of the house cut out. It was pitch black, and only the rain alerted me that the camera was still rolling. The video ended after about 9 minutes of rain and darkness.
I was now pretty sure that this was not an innocent little project or anything of that nature, and I began to feel stupid for not checking this laptop seller’s credibility. Was this person stalking the woman the same person that I met with earlier? Throughout the whole experience, I had a dormant thought in the back of my head to call the police, but I wasn’t ready just yet. Reluctantly now, I began the fourth video, “004”. It was dark again, but the rain had stopped, and I was left with only silence. Not long after the clip began, I could make out the sound of footsteps on gravel, getting louder as someone was approaching the vehicle. The car door opened and the dome light was turned on, and I could tell that the camera was now on the floor of the car, pointing up towards the roof. I heard some fumbling in the background, and suddenly a thump sounded from the back of the truck. An arm abruptly obstructed the cameras view and a large tarp could be seen being pulled out from the car. I had only one scenario running through my head, and I hoped that it wasn’t true.
The person picked up the camera and put it back onto the console, and began to back up. They drove for a good 3 minutes before parking in a branched off road, and exiting the car to work on the load they were carrying. 6 minutes after, the car was moved again to a different location, and the camera was picked up and carried underhanded away from the car. I could see now that it was the same shit-bucket truck that was in front of the seller’s house. I was about ready to call the cops on this creep when the camera turned towards the house. It was a completely different house than the one I visited. I was a little relieved by this, though it didn’t prove anything.
As the fourth video came to an end, I was wondering whether or not I was prepared to see what came next. I could only hope that this was a prank, or at least had a happy ending. “005” began inside the house. It was extremely dark, and the only thing I could make out was a figure that would occasionally walk in front of the camera. It was also quiet for the first few moments, minus the occasional barking of a dog outside. Eventually, a small sound started to appear.
The small sound soon escalated to a loud, muffled scream. Shaking and struggling sounds became more apparent as time went on, as well as crying. A light abruptly came on, and the camera was lifted and panned to the center of the room, revealing a beaten and bloody woman tied to a chair. From what I could make out, this was, in fact, the woman from the bar. The camera zoomed in on her face for what seemed like an eternity before stopping. I couldn’t believe that this was happening. The original hope that this was a movie or something like that had long since diminished. With only one video remaining, I was beginning to fear for my own safety. I locked my door, closed my blinds and pushed onward.
I began “006” with a small hope that this woman was still alive, and that I could have her saved. The final installment of this horror show began in a bathroom setting. The camera was placed on the counter, facing a mirror, in which I could see a door. The only sound I could make was a familiar sound that destroyed my hopes: Power tools. I sat in font of the screen for what felt like hours before the sound stopped. More silence. Then, heavy footsteps, accompanied by what sounded like something being dragged. The door knob turned and the door was pushed open. Out of the darkness of the rest of the house appeared a middle aged woman dressed in what I can only describe as lab attire, sporting a respirator and a pair of long rubber gloves. This, for some strange reason, gave me a small amount of relief. In the reflection, the woman struggled to drag something to the bathtub. As she hoisted it into the tub, I could see that it was a large, black garbage bag.
I felt like I was dreaming. It was like I was watching a horror movie unfolding on the screen. She lifted the bag up from the tub, now empty, except for whatever entrails that still dropped out. She picked up the camera and placed on the ground, facing the tub. On the floor in front of the bathtub was an assortment of corrosive substances and several other empty containers. The woman began to dump the liquids into the tub, which was followed by an awful, awful noise that I can only describe as pop-rocks mixed with coke. The video ended, and I was left bewildered, and panicked. I finally opened the pictures. The first was a picture of the truck. The second was a picture of the girl, tied up, before she was beaten. And the third picture brought up a “corrupted file” notice, but maybe that’s a good thing.
I managed to keep the two pictures before I handed the laptop over to police. I was reimbursed my $600, along with a bonus. Apparently, the victim was the young girlfriend of the older woman’s ex-husband. The older woman was arrested almost a year before, but was freed of all charges due to a lack of evidence, and the ex-husband was incarcerated instead. I guess this was the missing link. I hope this has solved any unanswered questions. Although, I’m not sure who the man in the flannel jacket was or how he got a hold of the laptop, or how he owns the same truck as the murderer. I guess I’ll just leave that to the police.
29 Comments on '09/17/10'
This was actually the story that got me into creepypastas in the first place. I love how it only gets more and more sickening as you go on, finished with a twist. Lovely.
Pretty nice story but you could change the ending and make it larger like, instead of that ending you could have replaced it as the dude that was selling the laptop could start to hunt you down or something。 still, good work ^^。
This could have been better in so many ways
Nice Job. 5/5 But, the ending with the police was too saddle. I understand the suspension of that guy trying to hunt you down but, it would have ended better with a knock at your door as soon as you heard the door knob turn on the video,
I thought it was very good. I would have made one small change to the ending though instead of him handing the laptop over to the police, I would have made him mail it to them anonymously because then that shows that he just wants to get rid of the dang thing and not be asked any questions about it or be involved in the matter in any way, shape, or form
Well, it needs more of a structure for it, but it sure made a good read! 10/10 breads.
Great setup for a story. Ending did not do it justice.
I heard this one read by either MrCreepyPasta or CreepyPastaJr.
I think a good way you could’ve made the story was that the videos were actually of him following you, and the more you watch the more you realize it is you that is being followed until you hear the quiet creak at the door. “HOW DID THE VIDEOS GET THERE!?!?”
This story was wicked. I’m so wanting to read a sequel. It was beautiful, in a horror story type of way. I give it a 15/10
@WolfEcho you may be thinking of CreepsMcPasta from Youtube
The ending let it down a bit. Good plot and I like how it got darker and grosser as the story went but it could have been a bit more backbone altogether 6/10
guys stop dissing its nice to have a creepypasta with a good safe ending with the police once in a while ok?
I have a question, why did you put the specific date as 09/17/10?
Butt Condition. Please make it gross like the bag had a body or dead thing in it. No proper ending. Was the killer put in prison? This story sucks, -1/10
5/10. Not the kind of spooky ending that leaves a lot to the imagination. Too many details on a happy ending.
Brilliant suspense used to cultivate a magnificent psychological thriller.
Props to the author.
People want the same recycled trash and cliches over and over again. No, the story wouldn’t have been better if the videos were of the narrator, and no, having the guy in flannel track him down wouldn’t have been go either
Pretty good story, overall. What originally caught my attention was the fact that 9/17 is my birthday, but I think you did good with this, even if the ending was a bit disappointing to me.
it was a good story
Its good but your diction is all wacky
after reading a bunch of these stories, it seems people always buy used laptops with mysterious folders and files — wherever I buy a used laptop all I get is a hard drive full of viruses and a copy of candy crush saga
I found this creepypasta quite dull and empty. Noting was really interesting or had me on toes.
scary scary ! – i liked it. kept me on edge!
It feels like it is one of the pastas which end good. It has rather lovely ending!