Creepypasta: A Household of Four Plus One

Creepypasta: A Household of Four Plus One

“Well, isn’t this a mystery?” June Peterson asked aloud.

The question was entirely rhetorical. June was the only one of the Peterson household who was home at the moment. Alex and Stephanie were off at school and her husband was off on a corporate retreat. But this was more than a bit puzzling. A pair of well-worn men’s shoes which weren’t her husbands, and obviously weren’t hers or the kids, lay discarded in the front hallway. Normally she would have assumed one of her husband’s friends had left them behind by mistake, but he had been out of town for a full three days as of today.

June knelt down and picked up the shoes before examining them. They certainly had seen better days. As she was on her way back to the living room, she noticed something even more abnormal. The door to the crawlspace under the stairs was ajar. When they had first moved into the house it had appeared to be permanently wedged shut. Despite the kids constantly attempting to force it open and play with the boogieman who they swore up and down lived in there, that door had never budged. Until today, apparently.

After procuring a flashlight from the hall closet, June ducked into the crawlspace and swept the beam across the interior. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. A few cobwebs or tangled bundles of wiring here, an assortment of dust bunnies there.

And then she noticed the far wall.

Upon it was a sight not unlike a conspiracy theorist’s web of flowcharts and machinations, but with a very specific focus: her family. Fixed to the wall were duplicates of their family photos, as well as baby teeth and such that had gone missing from scrapbooks, and even a few torn-out pages from Alex’s report cards. They were connected by lengths of tape measure, and as June gazed upon the sight she realized with no undo amount of horror that the tape measure lengths indicated years. They formed a perfect chronological graph of her family’s entire history ever since they had moved into this house. She dropped the men’s shoes in shock.

At that point she heard a footfall from behind her, then another. June knew that she had to turn her head but was terrified of what she might see. Before she could bring herself to do it she heard a voice address her from behind.

“Sorry, I seem to have left my shoes out in the open. Thank you for bringing them to me.”