Creepypasta Reheated
Unrelated Creepypasta Stories
Jeff thought things would get better once he's moved out. He thought everything would get easier. He thought that nagging voice would finally leave him alone. He soon learns that it never will.
Original Story by Kastoway | Editing done by me (Alucard)CW: Alcoholism, Gorey murder scene, Self Destructive scene, Mentioned child death
The light shone through the branches of the trees that surrounded the seemingly endless road, shining into the eyes now and again of the boy in the backseat of the car. The ride home was silent yet held a thick air of tension between him and his mother who'd look into the rear view mirror now and again with concern.Connie was your average middle aged woman, short brown hair with a fairly basic outfit one may wear for a trip to the store for milk, but her green eyes held a deep sadness accompanied with dark bags from many nights spent awake with worry.Her son, Toby, in the backseat was worse for wear. He sat hunched over with arms held to his chest and head against the window as he stared out into the dark expanse of the forest. He was messy and his skin had gone pale, cuts littering his face while his right arm had been bandaged up to his shoulder.You'd think the twitches and jerks he gave were from the pain of his injuries, but that was something he had no worry about as he was incapable of feeling such. He was diagnosed with Congenital Insensitivity to Pain (CIP) long ago, along with Tourette’s Syndrome which of course led to plenty of harassment that'd later cause him to be homeschooled. Life was not easy on Toby, seeming to try breaking him every day, but he found comfort and support from his mother and sister, Lyra, whenever things got rough. That was until recently.The reason for Toby's injuries and his mother's exhaustion came from the recent car crash he and his sister were in, and her unfortunate passing at the hospital they were now coming home from. His mother stayed stoic with only a sniffle now and again while Toby couldn't help but get flashbacks to the traumatic experience with every bump in the road the car went over. He tried to ignore it by staring out the window but the silence brought on the auditory memories of the car tires screeching, glass shattering, and the screaming of his sister that was cut off once the front of the car had been smashed in.He continued to try and hold back the tears but his breath still shook, prompting his mom to ask "Want me to turn on the radio?" Toby nodded and exhaled his held breath as the white noise filled the silence that'd been tormenting him. All that came through was a static on this empty and abandoned road, but he'd rather that than nothing any longer.As their surroundings became more familiar they both relaxed from the ease of soon being able to be in the comfort of their home. What Toby wasn't expecting to see as they pulled up to their blue house was his father, Bryan, in the driveway. "Mom, why is he here?" Toby asked, confused as his mom had told him he had no ride back at the hospital. Toby's dad wasn't there when Lyra passed, too drunk to make the drive from his house outside of town, so Connie gave the excuse his car broke down to prevent him from causing a scene. But now he was here with his own car, working perfectly fine, sitting on the side of the road.Connie sat silent as Toby asked again with restrained rage both at her lie and his father's sudden presence. "Mom, why is here now? I thought he couldn't make the drive!" She gave a shaking exhale as she regretted lying then. "He couldn't drive because he was drunk again. I knew you'd be upset by it and-" That was all he needed to hear. Toby nearly threw the car door off its hinges as soon as she parked it, slamming it shut and storming towards the front door. Bryan had opened his arms for a hug as he approached only to be passed by and ignored. Connie approached and was immediately met by his usual obnoxious attitude. "No welcome home hug? Should've seen that coming." She gave a glare before walking up beside Toby. Bryan scoffed and followed along at a distance. "Y'know he's sixteen, right? He doesn't need you hovering over-" He was cut off by Connie correcting him in the coldest tone she could manage. "He's seventeen, but I wouldn't expect you to remember." With him now shut down, they both went inside as he remained on the lawn to have a smoke. He knew his presence was less than welcomed.As they entered, Connie went into the kitchen and looked around at what they had. "Do you want anything to eat, honey?" Toby shook his head and muttered a quiet "No." before shuffling towards the stairs. She expected such, knowing he often had no appetite when upset, but he hadn't been eating much of anything for the past near month now. "Alright, but please try to eat a small breakfast tomorrow. Okay?" Connie asked with a hand on his shoulder. Toby took a second before responding with a nod and heading upstairs to his room.He closed the door behind himself and once again let go of the held breath. He looked around his familiar room, small and full of the basic things you'd expect in a teen boy's room. Some framed photos sat on his dresser, picturing his family back before his father had fallen into alcoholism. Even worse, Lyra stood in the photos beside him. Before he began to break down again, Toby moved the photo frames to lay face down so he wouldn't have to see her face. He then went to the small bed sat in the corner beside the window of his room. He looked out to the street and tried to focus on the streetlight and forest rather than the thoughts and memories trying to invade his mind.Toby was so focused that he didn't hear the first few knocks and voice of his mom. "Toby? I know you said you weren't hungry, but I made your favorite for dinner. Please, just come eat one small plate at least. You don't have to sit at the table if you don't want to." He stayed silent for a moment and considered his options before finally opening the door and heading downstairs.After getting a small plate of food he headed back upstairs, Bryan complaining about him not sitting at the dinner table as Connie tried to explain how he's in mourning and needs his space. Toby expected this and quickened his pace before they began to shout.He sat in bed with his steadily cooling plate on the table beside it. His appetite had vanished once again, his stomach too filled with grief and frustration to want to eat. Toby tried to fall asleep but the silence of his room with the faint sound of static and muffled shouts from downstairs accompanying it kept him up. Once the shouting died down, footsteps approached followed by the creak of his door and Connie's voice. "Sorry to bother you again, honey, but can I hide in here too?" Toby sighed and sat up as she sat on the bedside, putting a hand on his back. "I hate all this too, but we've still got one another right? I promise things will improve with some time." She did her best to console her son but was only met with tense silence from him. "Let me guess, he isn't leaving soon?" Toby finally spoke, knowing the answer already from a hunch. She nodded with the same exhaustion as him. "I don't know for certain when he'll leave again but, knowing him, it'll be eventually. If I need to, I'll take legal action to have him leave us alone."They both sat in tense silence before Connie hugged him and stood up. "It's late, get some rest. I'll see if maybe we can go somewhere nice tomorrow to get away from him." Toby, for once, cracked a small smile at thought. "That would be better. Thanks, mom." Connie smiled back before closing the door and going to her own room for the night.The night continued agonizingly slow as Toby's mind filled with far too vivid nightmares of the car crash. He could almost feel the impact and pressure on the crushed metal trapping him. The worst part was smelling the metallic scent of blood before letting his eyes drift up over the mangled mess that were once a set of legs and to Lyra's frozen face of shock.Toby shot up in bed as he tried to control his breathing before grabbing a pillow to bury his face in as he broke down and finally let out all the tears he was holding back. He'd never had such a vivid nightmare since the time his father lashed out at his mom, causing Lyra to step in and break it up. She was always the one to keep things from getting too violent, to comfort him and his mom, to keep the peace the best she could. But she was gone now and he was all alone. Not wanting to stay up all night crying, Toby stood up and paced around to tire himself out only for it to not work.He then looked out the window and into the woods him and Lyra once explored when they were younger. She always loved to forage for the wild berries and mushrooms while teaching him about what was poisonous. There were plans to go camping together sometime in the future, but now it's too late for that. "I'm sorry, Lyra. I hope you aren't mad about that." Toby's gaze shifted back into the darkness of his room as his heart rate finally began to slow; but before he could think of going back to sleep a presence caught his attention. Looking back outside the window, Toby saw something now standing beside the familiar streetlight. A figure that could only be about two feet shorter than it. Their entire figure seemed stretched out, vaguely human but off. Toby was confused and thought that maybe this was a hallucination from sleep deprivation and hunger only to have his ears suddenly fill with a loud ringing. He fell back on his bed and almost rolled off from shock at the overwhelming sound. Wincing and vision beginning to go blurry, he tried to move to stand but it was as if his legs had gone completely numb. Toby looked back to the window to quickly catch a glimpse at the figure now standing right outside of it, a head with no hair, eyes, nothing. The last thing he could hear among the ringing was his heart racing before passing out.When Toby woke up it was to his mom knocking on his door. He was still dizzy and everything sounded muffled for a moment before he got out of bed and headed for the door. Downstairs was his father too focused on the news on TV and his mom washing dishes in the kitchen. "There you are! I was worried sick, honey. How are you feeling? You look a bit sick." Toby shrugged before suddenly tensing up and running over to the trash bin. Connie panicked and rubbed his back as Bryan finally looked over at the scene. "What's wrong with him now?" She shot a rageful glare as a warning before guiding Toby over to the sink to wash his face off with cold water. "Let's get you back to bed, I'll bring you some warm soup. Get all the rest you can." Toby tried to shake his head but his mom still brought him back upstairs. Bryan complained about his condition still, claiming it was fake or that he was making everything more troublesome.The next few days of his recovery was filled with being bedridden from nausea and his head spinning, seeing things whenever he went near a mirror or looking out his window, hearing things in the silence of his room each night, and his memory failing him to the point he'd be talking nonsense.The day his state reached its worst point was mostly uneventful, most of the noise being the sounds of the outdoors or his dad shouting at Connie not to pay him any mind and to cook for him. Toby hated how everything seemed to still be the same after Lyra's death, nothing changed at all other than the fact that now there wasn't anybody to stand up to Bryan. The thought of how things will likely stay like this filled his weakened mind as his jaw clenched. He didn't understand why things had to be like this, why he had to suffer like this, why his mother had to suffer with him, why Lyra had to die. He was so lost in thought and asking why that he didn't hear his mom walk in to check on him. Toby snapped out of it when she ran up to him and pulled his hands away from his mouth. "TOBY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" she cried out with a tear stained face. He looked at his hands and almost threw up again when he realized what he'd done, feeling the blood on his face and in his mouth. Why did he do that?Connie immediately took him to the hospital where they did their best to fix up his hands. "There's definitely gonna be tons of scarring, but it's better than losing them. Try not to move them around too much and all should be fine." the doctor explained. Connie thanked them before leading Toby back outside and to their car. "Honey, I'm not going to ignore this anymore. I get that everything has been... just horrible as of recently, which is why I'm going to be taking you to see a psychiatrist." Toby wanted to reject the help, knowing this would be not just troublesome for himself but for his mom too, but he knew that if he didn't accept it things would only get worse. "Okay, I'll go. I won't fight you on it." Toby muttered as he slumped back into his car seat. His mom was relieved by his willingness and hugged him before starting up the car and driving it towards the clinic.The moment they walked in, the woman at the desk looked over and welcomed them in. "Mrs. Rogers, yes? You're right on time! Let me get you two signed in and I'll take Toby to the room to speak with the doctor." He looked around the clinic's lobby and hallways before he even knew he was sitting in the psychiatrist's office. He almost began to chew at his hands again, raising them to his mouth and biting at the bandages, but was stopped when the door opened. A woman in a long coat with a clipboard entered and introduced herself as she sat down. "Hello, Toby. I'm Doctor Oliver and I'll be asking you a couple questions. You have no time limit and can skip any if you're not comfortable with answering them just yet. How are you feeling right now?" Toby looked around the room decorated with bookshelves, boxes with toys likely for the younger patients, paintings on the walls, and potted plants. "I'm doing okay. Nothing in here is bothering me if that's what you're asking." The doctor nods and writes down something on her clipboard. "Good to know. Have you been to therapy before?" Toby shakes his head and she writes it down. The next few questions were just basic information like his full name and age. The only point where he got a bit uncomfortable was when she asked "Who all do you live with?"Toby hesitated and thought about his words before speaking. "My mom, she brought me here, Bryan, and... there was my sister but she passed away a few days ago." Doctor Oliver frowned and put the clipboard down for a moment. "Your mom let me know you're mourning, I'm very sorry for what happened. I won't pry on that but if you ever want to talk about it you can ask, okay?" Toby nods, already feeling more comfortable and safe around her. Doctor Oliver picked the clipboard back up and asked her next question. "You mentioned Bryan, is that your father?" Toby nodded again and she continued. "How is your relationship with him?" Doctor Oliver readied her pen over her clipboard as Toby took a moment to stare down at his bandaged hands.He calmed his breathing before opening his mouth to speak, only for the familiar ringing from nights ago to suddenly fill his ears. His vision blurred again and he winced from the discomfort. "Toby?" she asked as he suddenly stood up and looked outside the window. It was back, that thing was back and watching him from a distance outside the window. It was standing in broad daylight on the street as everybody walked past it as if it didn't exist. "I... I need to go. Can I leave?" Toby asked in a panic, prompting Doctor Oliver to put her clipboard back down and guide him to the door. She explains to Connie that he seemed to get upset halfway through and they schedule another session for next week.Toby laid in his bed and stared up at the ceiling that night. He tied his curtains shut long ago out of fear of seeing figures or that faceless thing outside his window again, as well as Doctor Oliver suggesting him to do so. It helped to ease his nerves and let him get some sleep, but it seemed his hallucinations were getting smarter when he heard the patter of footsteps outside in the hall. When did his door open?
Curious, he stepped out to investigate the noise in the dark hall that was dimly lit by the moonlight peeking in through the single window at the end of it. He tried turning on the lights only to find they weren't working. "Mom? You up?" Toby called out quietly but got no answer except for his room's door slamming shut behind him. He turned around to look at it before turning back around when he heard footsteps run up behind him, finding an all too familiar face staring down at him. "Lyra?" he whispered hesitantly, not entirely sure if this could be her since she seemed to be rotted now. Her eyes were clouded over, her skin was pale, and the entire right side of her jaw was now dangling on by the bit of tissue left intact. Glass was still lodged in her forehead with blood covering her face from the wounds. The only recognizable traits were her clothes and blonde ponytail, her exact outfit from the day of the car crash.Toby tried to move away but every small movement his feet made were met by Lyra moving to block his way with a disgusting and chilling crackling of shattered bones and torn muscle. Toby knew her legs were likely mangled but refused to even glance down to see them. "Lyra, I'm sorry! I don't know what I did or why you're here, but I"m sorry! Please just leave me alone!" Toby begged for her to leave but was soon grabbed by the shoulders and thrown down to the ground.
He shut his eyes and braced himself to be torn apart or tortured, whatever she had planned for him, but nothing happened. He slowly opened his eyes again and looked up to see something far worse than he thought. That thing, the faceless monster that was stalking him for all these days, was standing right in front of him now. "Wha... What are you? WHAT DO YOU WANT?!"Toby sat up in bed covered in sweat and hyperventilating. Was that a nightmare? It felt so real. Why was he dreaming so vividly recently? It was never like this before. Then again he was being given some meds now in hopes it'd help his mental recovery more, these could be part of the side effects he was told there might be.
Toby walked downstairs to talk to his mom about it and maybe talk to Doctor Oliver about how to better manage it only to find his dad in the living room. "She must be out getting groceries." Toby thought as he snuck into the kitchen. He decided to grab a sandwich and went to pick up a knife to cut up some tomatoes only to freeze when he heard a voice whisper into his ear. "Do it." it breathed, causing him to jump and whip around.
There was nothing there though so he waved it off as another hallucination or side effect. As soon as he turned back around though it came right back. "Toby, do it! He's not paying attention, you're both alone, kill him! End this misery! Do it for me." That caught his attention. He recognizes the voice as Lyra's. She's here, she wants to help after all!No, wait, this isn't right. Toby tried to remember Doctor Oliver's words about these things, but he couldn't. Every attempt to remember all those sessions were nothing but static and muffled white noise. Was there ever even a clinic? Was that all just more of his hallucinations? Maybe this was all a dream. Yeah, it had to be! This is all in his mind! Toby grabbed the knife and turned towards Bryan who was still too focused on the TV to even realize he was there.
As if on autopilot, he crept up behind him as Lyra's voice kept on urging Toby to stab him and end this suffering. "He's not going to leave. He's going to kill all of us before he moves on. That's what he does! He's a parasite, nothing more." The corners of Toby's mouth moved up into a grin as he failed to hold back his laughter. Bryan turned around a bit too late as the knife got plunged right into his forehead. He then got knocked back onto the coffee table as Toby pounced and sunk the knife in repeatedly all over his now still corpse.He knew he was dead, that the pain was over now, but he just couldn't stop yet. He had so many violent urges towards this man stored away from the countless years of abuse that he had to get out now. How long was he stabbing him for? Thirty minutes? An hour now? It doesn't matter. The knife eventually went dull from its use and the gore covering it so he went to grab the hatchets from the garage. One was old and well used while the other was brand new, both would work fine though for chopping up the body. This was what he always needed, this was his therapy, not more meds or talking out his feelings. He had to get rid of the source!"TOBY!" He dropped the knife and froze at the sudden shout from behind him. "Mom? I thought..." Clarity returned as he looked down at the brutalized and now partly dismembered corpse of his dad. A puddle of blood was soaked into the carpet and his clothes. "What did I do?" Toby mumbled, still frozen in place from shock of what he'd done. Connie ran up to him and grabbed his shoulders which snapped him out of his trance. "TOBY, WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!" He tried to explain himself over his mother's shouts but his words fell on deaf and panicking ears. Out of his own panic and fear, he shoved her away and grabbed the hatchets before running back into the garage and locking the door. She banged her fists on the door before going to call the police.Meanwhile, Toby searched around and grabbed what he could see. There was a belt to hold the hatchets, some fuel cans, and matches. Lyra came back and whispered in his ear again "You've watched those horror films, you know what to do. Burn the evidence!" Toby obeyed and grabbed them before running out through the garage door and into the street, letting the fuel spill out behind him. He could hear the police sirens approach and picked up his pace towards the woods. He knew those woods and how to live in them so they're the perfect place to hide. Once his feet touched the grass and the gasoline can ran out, he struck a match and tossed it out onto the trail.The entire street caught aflame and a smile appeared on his face, even with the flames spreading around him. He never felt such warmth before, comforting and freeing. This was way better than some half hearted hug that didn't fix anything, or talking to someone who just threw him some pills that did nothing but give him nightmares. "Lyra, we did it! We're free! We're-" Toby has turned around in celebration only to find it standing there again.
Lyra was gone, she was never here in the first place, just this monster used her face and voice to deceive him. Before he could say or do anything, a long fingered hand touched his shoulder and everything went black.Connie sat in the kitchen of her sister, Lori, as they drank coffee together. She'd been staying with her for a few weeks now after the arson that left her home destroyed and her family entirely dead and gone. The police were doing their best to investigate what all happened and find any possible signs that Toby was still alive, but nothing had come up last she checked in on the case. Lori could tell she was still dwelling on it all and switched on the news. "Can't wait for that sunny weekend!" the reporter began "In more somber news, we've had another murder last night of four middle school kids. They were bludgeoned and stabbed from what could be seen at the scene but we're still waiting for the autopsy report. What we know right now is a likely murder weapon that gives us a culprit." A picture appears that catches Connie's attention. "This is the dull hatchet that was left behind. Police believe, from this evidence, that the culprit is seventeen year old boy Toby Rogers, the missing person and wanted murderer/arsonist." The reporter continued as Connie stared at the screen.
He was alive after all. He's alive in those woods, still mad out of his mind.