# "The animals sought refuge in my house during a blizzard" Creepypasta

An episode of [CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio](https://invisiblenetwork.ai/podcast/1492008134), 22 Mar 2024, 21 min.

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## Transcript

[0:01] I barely made it home in time. One minute I was singing along to
[0:06] the radio, and then next I was staring slack jawed at the most menacing
[0:11] storm clouds I had ever seen as someone born and raised them for a month.
[0:16] I was no strange as the snow squalls, but there was something foreboding
[0:21] about the dark clouds blowing in over the mountains. After reaching my house,
[0:27] I opened my car door and stepped out into a cold evening. The wind
[0:32] lashed at my face and made a terrible howling in my ears as I raced
[0:37] up the steps and slipped through the front door to my house just in time,
[0:43] Luke said to me and greeting. My husband was staring in front of
[0:48] the living room window, surveying the mountains beyond our city. By the time
[0:53] I walked over to him, I could barely see two streets down. Seemed
[0:59] like we would be spent the evening inside. Came out of nowhere, I
[1:03] commented. Before I so much as set my bag down, I heard the
[1:08] doggy door open. We didn't own any pets, but we often entertained visits
[1:15] from a neighborhood cat, whom Luke had called RIGATONI sure enough an old orange
[1:23] cat soon appeared in our living room, leaving a trail of muddy, poor
[1:26] prints as he trotted over to Luke. Ah, the serial couch surfer returns
[1:33] too cold out there for you, he asked, the cat currently rubbing her
[1:37] head against this shin, whom he owed as if in affirmation. Tony wasn't
[1:42] terribly fond of most people, but Luke had away with animals. He reached
[1:49] down to Petter, eliciting a melody of purs from the contented cat. Come
[1:55] on, he said, standing, I'll fix you some dinner. Thanks,
[2:00] Thank god, I'm starving. I wasn't talking to you, Luke said,
[2:05] with a warm laugh, walking into the back of the house to vetch some
[2:08] cat food for Tony. Half an hour later, just as Luke and I
[2:14] had finally sat down to eat, we heard the doggy tour open once again.
[2:21] I raised the brow at my husband. Tony was our only regular four
[2:25] legged visitor. I wondered who else could have let himselves inside our home.
[2:31] I didn't have to wonder for long. Seconds later, a border Collie tore
[2:38] into the dining room, barking and whining with urgency. Luke and I rose
[2:44] sharply to our seat to the table, watching the dog as it came to
[2:47] a stop in the corner of the room. I realized as the poor creature
[2:53] lowered its head and tucked its tail between its legs that I recognized it.
[2:59] Hey that's missus Johnson's dog, I said, rounding the table to check if
[3:05] the dog was hurt. Tucker, Yeah, I'm pretty sure I see her
[3:10] walking him all the time. I crouched down next to Tucker and slowly reached
[3:16] out my arm. To my surprise, the usually sweet tempered Border Collie pulls
[3:23] its lips back in a snarl, lunging forward slightly and snapping his teeth.
[3:30] It was a warning, not on an attempt to hurt me, but I
[3:34] backed off all the same. Luke shot me her worried look, he's a
[3:40] usually more mild mannered I'll give her a call and let her know he's with
[3:46] us. Luke left the room to grab his phone while I studied Tucker from
[3:51] a safe distance, looking for signs of injury. His frantic barks had been
[3:55] replaced by occasional mournful wines. He was no longer racing around, seemingly content
[4:02] with his place in the corner, but his posture remained fearful and defensive.
[4:09] It was hard to tell with the way he was carrying, but I saw
[4:13] no visible wounds on him. Do you have signal, Luke shouted from another
[4:17] room. I took my phone out of my pocket to check, and to
[4:23] my surprise, I didn't. We had generally reliable coverage, and I couldn't
[4:30] remember the last time I'd lost cell service. I tried restarting my phone,
[4:34] walking around at different spots in the house, and turning airplane mode on and
[4:40] off. Nada. Unfortunately, if it was affecting both of us, it
[4:46] was probably an issue with our service provider, meaning there was little we could
[4:51] do. I was about to ask if he still had WiFi on his phone
[4:57] when a light, but urgent tapping sound filled the I listened for a moment,
[5:02] trying to place the origin of the sound, and soon traced it to
[5:06] the bathroom, or more specifically, the bathroom window. When I got there,
[5:15] I saw a small, fuzzy animal standing on the window sill and scratching
[5:19] fervently at the glass. What in the world the little creature didn't seem to
[5:27] notice my presence. I took another step forward into the bathroom, and I
[5:31] realized as I approached that the animal had torn right through the window screen.
[5:38] No cell service, no Wi Fi, no nothing. At least the lights
[5:42] are on. Luke trout off as he entered the room, looking over my
[5:46] shoulder at the frantic creature. Is that a weasel? I asked my resident
[5:53] animal lover, who shook his head. Pretty sure, there's a Martin neat.
[6:01] I was about to compliment his identification skills before I looked over and saw
[6:06] the look in his eyes. Don't ask me what I think you're about to
[6:11] ask me. Please, they're endangered. You know this isn't Noah's Ark,
[6:16] Luke, we can't shelter every animal in Vermont. I swear the rodent took
[6:21] a break from ripping through my window screen to glare at me. Ay glared
[6:26] right back. Besides, this little thing here looks rabid. Luke and I
[6:31] spent a couple minutes arguing. I wasn't keen on taking in any more impromptu
[6:36] guests, but Luke was adamant on saving it from the storm. There's something
[6:42] off about how desperately he's trying to get in, he said. It might
[6:46] be on the verge of freezing to death. Or something. After a while,
[6:51] he convinced me to take pity on the Martin. I had to admit
[6:57] the way it was throwing itself against the glass was little unsettling. Reluctantly,
[7:02] I opened the window and allowed it to squeeze through the hole in the screen.
[7:08] However, I didn't realize that the marten wasn't the only creature waiting to
[7:12] get inside. Before I could shut the window, a flurry of about twenty
[7:17] mice searched into the bathroom from the hole. They must have been sitting on
[7:23] the sill as well, but I guess I overlooked them, mistaking their fluffy
[7:27] white bodies for snow. I jumped backwards, swallowing a shriek as one of
[7:32] them landed right on my foot. Eventually I managed to shut the window without
[7:38] stepping on any mice, but not before a red bird, a cardinal I
[7:43] think, squeezed this way in as well. Stunned, I hurried after the
[7:48] animals as they made a beeline for the center of the house. When I
[7:53] entered the dining room, I saw not only Tucker and the animals who had
[7:58] just burst in through the bathroom, but also a cat and two dogs that
[8:01] I didn't recognize cursing. I realized that they must have entered through the doggy
[8:07] door, so I yelled out to Luke to lock it. As I tried
[8:11] to make sense of the scene in front of me, the animals gave each
[8:16] other a wide berth. The cat didn't so much as look at the mice,
[8:22] nor did the dog seem at all interested in the cat. All of
[8:26] them were carrying, shivering as they pressed themselves into corners or squeezed into whatever
[8:31] hiding spot they could find. The dogs whined, the mice squeaked. Even
[8:37] the cardinal was making a strange, almost mournful sounding chirping noise. The only
[8:43] one who was behaving normally was RIGATONI, who I had to show away from
[8:50] the trooper mice hiding under the china cabinet. The hell is going on?
[8:54] Luke asked, and I had no explanation to offer. We didn n ast
[9:01] these storms before, but never had I seen one inspire such desperation in our
[9:05] local wild life. After another failed attempt at coaxing Tucker out of his corner,
[9:13] I made my way to the living room and stared out the large window.
[9:18] A total whiteout stared back at me. I could only see a few
[9:22] feet out in every direction before the world was swallowed up by darkness and snow.
[9:28] It was hereye, but it was beautiful in a strange way, hypnotic.
[9:37] It was easy to loose myself in thought as I watched the snow fall.
[9:41] What could have spooked the animal so much? I wondered? Could it
[9:46] really be the cold alone? The weather hadn't seemed all that bad. Sure,
[9:52] I'd been cold outside, but not a blizzard cold. When I had
[9:56] opened the bathroom window. I'd been distracted the mice, But when I thought
[10:01] about it, I didn't remember a freezing cold wind sweeping into the house alongside
[10:07] our animal guests. I raised my arm, pressing the back of my hand
[10:11] against the glass, and then stilled. Loo, I quietly called out.
[10:20] He appeared around the corner. Seconds later, Tony cradled in his arms.
[10:26] Is it just me? Or it's the glass warm? Luke stepped closer,
[10:33] shifting to hold the cat in one arm and placing his free hand against the
[10:37] pane. He didn't respond, but the way his mouth set into a thin
[10:41] line told me that he felt the same thing. What does this mean?
[10:48] I don't know. We both stood in silence for a while. The wind
[10:56] howled outside, but either said that if I opened a window and stuck my
[11:01] hand out, it wouldn't feel cold. I didn't want to find out,
[11:07] though, opening any windows or doors at that point seemed like a bad idea.
[11:13] In fact, I was about to check that all entry points to our
[11:16] house were secured when Luke pointed at something outside. A large black mass ambled
[11:26] its way towards us. At first, I didn't understand what I was looking
[11:31] at. Its shape and gait were so strange that I thought I was looking
[11:35] at a brand new animal, But once it stepped fully into the faint glow
[11:41] emanating from the porch light, I realized that it was a black bear.
[11:46] Its lower jaw on one of its hind legs had been ripped off, and
[11:52] from the trail of blood it had left in its wake, it was clear
[11:56] that the wounds were fresh. The bear stumbled closer, stopping only inches from
[12:03] the glass, and with every wary step I could make out another laceration on
[12:07] its body. I watched in horror as the massive creature stared directly at us,
[12:15] with a look in its eyes that it could only be described as pleading.
[12:20] I held its gaze for a few seconds, and then the creature collapsed
[12:24] onto its side. A puddle of dark red pulled outward from its body,
[12:30] and soon the strangest expansions and contractions of its rib cage ceased. Never once
[12:37] did it look away from us as it bled out and died. There was
[12:43] a long silence before Luke and I dared to speak. You think, Luke
[12:50] began. You think that's what the animals were afraid of. I hoped so,
[12:58] but something in my gut told me that it wasn't. After all.
[13:03] Even if that was the creature that had been running from, the question still
[13:07] remained what could have inflicted that level of trauma on a black bear of that
[13:13] size. I think we should get away from the windows. As we made
[13:20] our way to the middle of the house, the lights flickered once twice,
[13:26] and then abruptly went out all together. We were plunged suddenly into darkness,
[13:33] and it seemed to put the animals even more on edge than before. The
[13:37] squeaks and wines increased in volume. As I procured two flashlights from our kitchen
[13:41] cabinet, I handed one to my husband, and then the two of us
[13:46] tug to the dining room, sitting on the floor with our backs against one
[13:50] of the walls. Luke was calm on the surface, but I could tell
[13:56] that the strangeness of the situation was causing him to say stress. At least,
[14:01] Tony's presence seemed to bring him some peace of mind. For some reason,
[14:07] she was unaffected by whatever ailed the others. I studied her as she
[14:13] relaxed in loose lap, her eyes closing, as he absent mandily stroked her
[14:18] fur. Why was it that she was unafraid? She had come to our
[14:24] house right before the blizzard set in, whereas the rest of the animals likely
[14:28] had been outside for longer. Had they seen something out in the storm?
[14:33] If they had, could it have been the same thing that killed the bear?
[14:39] Hey, Luke's shaky voice broke through my thoughts. Do you hear that?
[14:48] I didn't hear anything? And then I realized I didn't hear anything.
[14:54] No wailing of the wind, no sounds from the animals. Nothing. It
[15:00] was like the whole world had suddenly gone quiet. I looked around the room.
[15:05] All of the animals were so still, it was as if they were
[15:09] afraid to move. I clicked my flashlight off wanting to attract as little attention
[15:15] as possible, and Luke followed suit. For a moment, we just sat
[15:22] there in the dark, listening, and then I heard a voice. Hello,
[15:37] clear as day, the voice of a person was calling to us from
[15:41] outside our house. Hello, anyone in there, it asked. It's tone
[15:48] far too nonchalant with someone weathering the full brunt of a blizzard. I need
[15:54] some help out here. Next to me, Luke shifted as though you were
[16:00] about to stand up. I reached out and grabbed a hold of his arm,
[16:06] grabbing Tony and pulling Luke back down to the floor. There wasn't a
[16:11] chance in hell I was about to let him investigate the voice. It was
[16:15] so strangely quiet that I could hear the crunching of footsteps in the snow as
[16:21] the person moved outside. Please, the voice said, it had gotten closer,
[16:27] like it was circling the house. Please, I really need help.
[16:33] Can I just come in for a minute. It's so cold out here.
[16:40] My grip tightened on Luke's arm, the complete lack of emotion in the voice's
[16:45] tone sending a chill up my spine. He reached over, holding my hand
[16:51] in his as the source of the voice moved even closer. Come on,
[16:56] now, don't you have room for one more? It was right outside the
[17:03] dining room window. I closed my eyes like a coward, not wanting to
[17:08] see whatever it was about to step into view. Next to me. There
[17:15] was a single, sharp intake of breath for what felt like an eternity.
[17:22] Neither of us moved, and then there was a light chuckle from outside the
[17:27] window. There were more footsteps, but this time they were moving away from
[17:33] us, and they seemed to be taking the silence with them. The wind
[17:38] remembered itself, returning with a howling vengeance in the visitor's absence. Luke's hand
[17:45] had gone slack in mind, but I held on to it for a long
[17:48] time, sitting there with my eyes shut tight. It must have been an
[17:53] hour before I dared to open my eyes and breathe normally. Again, Are
[17:59] you okay? I finally asked. No response. I tried asking again,
[18:06] a little louder, and still my husband didn't respond Luke. When I clicked
[18:15] on the flashlight, I saw Luke staring at the window. His face twisted
[18:21] into an expression of horror I'd never seen before. His skin was pale and
[18:26] his body was rigid as a corpse, and try as I did, I
[18:33] couldn't get him to respond to me in any way. His look of sheer
[18:37] terror never once changed, even as I carried him to the car and drove
[18:41] us as fast as I could to the hospital. The doctor said it was
[18:48] a stroke. Of course, I was incredulous that such a thing had happened
[18:55] to my fit, non smoking, twenty nine year old husband, but no
[18:59] one could offer me a better explanation. For the next few days, I
[19:04] waited for a recovery that never came. Then the days turned into weeks,
[19:11] the weeks into months, and the months into years. While Luke regained some
[19:15] very minimal motor control, blinking and twitching his fingers, it was clear that
[19:22] he would never be the same. I became his full time caretaker, spending
[19:29] my days attending to all of his needs and my night's praying that he would
[19:33] make a miraculous recovery. As of this evening, five years have passed since
[19:40] the storm. Old Rigattoni is still alive and kicking somehow, and her visits
[19:45] always seemed to make Luke perk up just a little bit. She's sleeping on
[19:51] his chest as I tell this, taking care of him in her own way.
[19:56] I'm glad to have her around, but even though I try not to
[20:00] be superstitious, her presence always brings me back to the night of the blizzard.
[20:07] I think about Tucker, who ran away after the storm passed and was
[20:11] never seen again. I think about the Martin and the mice and the bear,
[20:17] and the way all of them acted like they were fleeing from something terrible.
[20:22] I think about the look on Luke's face, and I can't help but
[20:26] wonder if they all saw the same thing. Maybe Luke saw something he wasn't
[20:32] meant to, something that his brain had destroyed itself trying to comprehend. I
[20:40] look at my husband, the love of my life, and can't help but
[20:44] mourn what was taken from me that night. If I had opened my eyes,
[20:48] if I had been brave enough to look, would I have met the
[20:52] same fate. What did you see? I asked him, like I have
[21:00] a thousand times before. I never get an answer.

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