# "I heard the last words of the woman in the woods" Creepypasta

An episode of [CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio](https://invisiblenetwork.ai/podcast/1492008134), 30 Jan 2024, 25 min.

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## Transcript

[0:02] My home town of Cedar Creek, Colorado, had a woman who every one
[0:07] loved to hate. Her name was Miss Gatlin, and she was both my
[0:12] elementary school's janitor and the scapegoat for all unfortunate events around our town. The
[0:19] Cedar Creek elderly despised her for having a son out of wedlock, and the
[0:24] town parents scorned her for giving set son too much freedom, a parenting style
[0:29] which had supposedly led to his death at the hands of our town's eponymous river.
[0:35] As for the children of Cedar Creek, we didn't care at all about
[0:39] social conventions or parental negligence, but we all agreed that Miss Gatlin was an
[0:46] ugly lady, and that was enough to warrant her cruelty. My best friend
[0:53] at the time was a curly headed Menaceter society named Isaac, who by fifth
[0:59] grade had established himself as a ringleader amongst the neighborhood boys. He did his
[1:04] best to inconvenience Miss Gatlin, though his pranks did little to rattle her.
[1:11] If we spread rumors about a poor hygiene just within earshot, Miss Gatlin didn't
[1:18] bat an eye if we released bugs inside a janitorial closet, she'd calmly sweep
[1:23] them outside. If we stuffed rotten food inside a locker, she'd clean it
[1:29] out quietly and without complaint. Our usual tricks never worked on Miss Gatlin,
[1:36] and all of us unimaginative kids were stunt by how to best the woman whose
[1:41] job it was to clean up messes of all kinds. In my last year
[1:47] of primary school, Hannaka fell a week and a half before we were dismissed
[1:52] for winter break. All of the Jewish children thoroughly enjoyed showing off their gifts
[1:57] to the rest of us, who had to wait an eternity for our presence.
[2:02] Thanks to impossible spy kids and totally spies, every kid in Cedar Creek
[2:07] was obsessed with espionage, so Isaac's gift of a spy tech kit for kids
[2:14] made him even more popular than usual. Most of the kit was cheap plastic
[2:20] junk, but there was a small spy radio that seemed very well manufactured.
[2:25] It consisted of an earpiece and a button sized microphone that was supposedly capable of
[2:32] transmitting audio up to a radius of five miles. Isaac, myself, and
[2:38] the rest of our crew spent most of the week before winter break, running
[2:43] around town and testing the capabilities of the device. The audio quality was surprisingly
[2:50] good, although the earpiece of microphone could only be separated for about three miles
[2:55] before the sound became too distorted to understand. It was a novel concept for
[3:01] a few days, but after a while we grew bored of playing walkie talkie.
[3:07] Isaac wanted to use it for its intended purpose, surveillance, and he
[3:14] had the perfect target in mind. On the last day before winter break,
[3:21] Isaac and I glued the button sized device to the back of an old brooch
[3:24] we had found in his sister's jewelry box. We covered it up with a
[3:29] strip of velvet and then glued on the pin and catch, and by the
[3:34] time we were done, you couldn't tell anything was amiss. We put it
[3:39] in a small white box, which we put in my backpack for later.
[3:45] We determined that I would be the one to deliver it, given Isaac's reputation
[3:51] as a prankster. After school, I found Miss Gatlin in the staff break
[3:55] room. She barely looked at me. As I walked into the room.
[4:00] I noticed along the far wall of the break room a wall of cubbies each
[4:05] one marked with the name of a staff member. All of them were filled
[4:11] with gifts and letters, presumably from parents or other employees at the school.
[4:16] All of them, that is, except one. You can't be in here,
[4:24] kid, miss Catlin said to me in a gruff voice. I know.
[4:30] I sung my backpack onto my stomach and fished around for the box.
[4:33] It had gotten a little banged up in my bag, but I figured she
[4:38] wouldn't really care. I procured it and held it out to her. But
[4:45] I wanted to give you this before the break. She stopped packing up,
[4:50] turning fully towards me. For a long time, she just stood there,
[4:58] staring suspiciously at the box. Setting her bag down, she took a few
[5:02] steps forward and grabbed the box out of my hand. She gave it a
[5:08] slight rattle and then opened it slowly. When she saw the brooch, she
[5:15] gingerly took it out of the box and turned it around in her hand.
[5:19] Then she paused again, looking between the glittering fake emerald and me. It's
[5:27] not new, sorry, it used to be my mom's, I told her.
[5:32] Going off the script, Isaac and I had conceived to add more authenticity
[5:36] to the handoff. She doesn't wear it anymore, but I thought you might
[5:42] like it. Miss Catlin kept staring at me, her expression unreadable. I
[5:51] half expected her to chuck it into the garbage bin in the corner of the
[5:55] room, but to my relief, she gave me a single nod. Thank
[6:01] you, she said, and pinned the brooch on to a cardigan carefully,
[6:06] like it was a precious gem and not some cheap hunk of plastic. I
[6:13] gave her a smile that she did not return, and then she shewed me
[6:17] away. Isaac was waiting for me in the woods outside school. I flashed
[6:26] him her thumbs up, and he slapped to my back twice in congratulations.
[6:30] He pulled the earpiece out of his backpack and held it between us. I
[6:35] put my ear next to the speaker and was delighted when I could hear movement.
[6:41] The sound was slightly more muffled now by the velvet backing, but the
[6:45] audio quality was still really good. We heard the sound of snow crunching under
[6:50] Miss Gatland's feet as she walked herself through the woods. Home. We listened
[6:56] giddily for a few minutes, then raced back to my house to celebrate success
[7:00] with hot chocolate. Since we had the attention span of two ten year old
[7:04] boys, we forgot about our triumph until just a few minutes before Isaac's mom
[7:11] came to pick him up. When I remembered, I pulled out the earpiece,
[7:15] which we had decided would live at my house since it was closer to
[7:19] Miss Gatland's and listened more than last year, but not as much as the
[7:26] year before last. What do you think about that? Do you like it?
[7:31] Can you feel it? I see me personally, I've loved it since
[7:38] I was a little girl, and falls so prettily. What the heck is
[7:45] she saying? Isaac asked me, as if I had any clue. The
[7:49] better question, in my mind, at least, was who the hell was
[7:54] she talking to? She had no kids or husband and didn't have any friend
[8:00] as far as I knew, I don't know. I said, she's talking
[8:05] about snow, I think, though, the question can you feel it?
[8:11] Seemed an odd thing to ask anyone. We sat there listening to a talk
[8:16] for five minutes straight. I'd never heard Miss Catlin talk that much in my
[8:20] life, even though I'd seen her most days since I was only five years
[8:24] old. Looking back, I'm not entirely sure what we had expected, but
[8:31] it certainly wasn't a monolog of that length. We strained our ears listening for
[8:37] another voice, but heard nothing. Maybe she's s Guido forensic. Isaac volunteered.
[8:48] I had no idea what that was, but I trusted his authority.
[8:54] His mom showed up to take him home, and I turned the speaker off
[8:56] to walk him outside. After that, every once in a while, I
[9:01] would turn the speaker on and listen. It seemed that, no matter the
[9:07] time, be it early in the morning or late at night, Miss Catlin
[9:13] was always talking. She talked about all kinds of things, everything from clothing
[9:20] to stocks, to the weather to politics. Sometimes she prayed, talking so
[9:26] quickly and quietly that I could only make out one out of every five or
[9:30] so words. She apologized often and spoke constantly of a promise. Sometimes when
[9:39] I turned on the speaker, all I heard was sobs, And sometimes the
[9:43] conversations were so strange that I couldn't make heads or tails of them. A
[9:50] young woman smiled at me today at the grocery store. Isn't that just the
[9:54] sweetest thing? I felt like it's been so long since someone's mild at me
[10:00] like that. Yes, I know she was just doing a job. Probably
[10:05] it doesn't even know my name. Oh how hard this has been, how
[10:09] lonesome. But I am so very close to the finish line. I won't
[10:15] break my promise now. A few days before we returned to school, Isaac
[10:22] and I made the trek over to a house in an attempt to figure out
[10:26] who she was speaking to. I'd seen a house a few times before,
[10:31] and each time I was taken aback by how small it was, isolated and
[10:37] weathered. Her home stood at the edge of the Southern Woodlands, on a
[10:41] large plot of land off of a street with very little through traffic. I
[10:48] remember standing on the side of the road with Isaac, staring at the little
[10:52] shack like house, which must have only had room for a bedroom, a
[10:56] bathroom, and maybe a tiny kitchen. There's no way anyone else lives there,
[11:05] Isaac said, after a while of standing and staring. We were too
[11:09] far away to peering through the windows, but we were also too afraid to
[11:13] venture any closer. She's either a witch or she's just some sad, ugly
[11:20] old lady who went crazy from having no friends. Isaac got bored quickly,
[11:31] so we left not too long after that. After we had made our way
[11:35] part way down the street, something compelled me to turn around and give the
[11:41] house a final look. When I did, I saw the unmistakable shape of
[11:48] Miss Gatlin standing on the porch, staring in our direction. I turned away
[11:54] and grabbed a hold of Isaac's arm. She's watching us, I whispered to
[12:01] him. His eyes grew wide. Damn, he said, Should we run?
[12:07] No, that'll look suspicious. Let's just keep walking. We walked until
[12:13] we were out of eyeshot, and then we ran all the way home.
[12:20] I'm not quite sure what spooked us so badly, but for some reason,
[12:26] even when I was back in the safety of my own home, I couldn't
[12:30] shake the feeling of eyes boring into my back. And soon they'll all be
[12:37] coming back. It's hard seeing them sometimes, knowing my Oliver was among them
[12:43] once, sometimes I think I see him. At Least it'll get easier soon,
[12:50] thanks to you. By the time we went back to school, my
[12:56] friends had grown bored of the spy gear. I volunteered to return Isaac's speaker,
[13:03] but he said it was practically useless now since we couldn't retrieve the microphone.
[13:09] Surprisingly, missus Catlin continued to wear the brooch every day. It was
[13:15] always pinned to her non work clothes, so the only time she was unbugged,
[13:20] as Isaac put it, was when she was in her janitorial outfit at
[13:24] my school. Seeing a guard the brooch so carefully made me feel kind of
[13:30] bad. Was that the only gift she had gotten for Christmas? Was it
[13:35] the only gift she had gotten in the past decade. Maybe she wasn't a
[13:41] witch or crazy. Maybe she was just lonely and had learned to cope by
[13:46] talking to herself. Months passed, Isaac and company, finally coming to terms
[13:54] with the fact that they would never get the rise they were looking for out
[13:58] of Miss Scatland moved on to terrorizing the curmudgeonally old man who lived across from
[14:05] Cedar Creek Elementary and was always yelling at kids for one reason or another.
[14:11] I was happy for Miss Scatlan. One day in March I found her sitting
[14:18] on a bench at the edge of campus during lunch. I took a seat
[14:22] next door, not expecting much. She took one look at me, then
[14:28] fixed the gaze back, and a sad looking sandwich in her hand. What
[14:33] do you want, she asked, without looking at me, nothing. Just
[14:39] wanted to sit here, she picked at the sandwich. We're not friend's kid.
[14:46] I know you don't have any friends, That's right, she nodded.
[14:54] Maybe one day, though, I said, and to my surprise, she
[15:01] laughed. I didn't realize she was capable of laughing. She looked at me
[15:07] properly for the first time in our brief conversation, and I noticed that she
[15:13] was smiling. It was an unpracticed smile, but a genuine one. Yeah,
[15:22] she said, maybe one day. Miss Catlin pagged up and headed back
[15:30] to the school building. After that, she left a bag of mini oreos
[15:33] on the bench next to me. I think she did it on purpose.
[15:41] I grew accustomed to checking up on her every now and then, listening to
[15:45] her conversations with herself. Sometimes it almost felt like she was talking to me.
[15:52] Looking back on it now, I realized what a little villain I was,
[15:56] and what an immense invasion of private I was committing. I wish that
[16:03] I could take it back now, especially considering what happened next. Friday,
[16:11] May seventeenth marked the ten year anniversary of Oliver Gatlin's death. I kept an
[16:18] eye on Miss Gatlin throughout the day, but she didn't seem any more dejected
[16:23] than usual. Maybe things were finally looking up for her. In any case,
[16:30] although I hadn't checked in on her for a while, I decided that
[16:33] evening to see how she was doing. My parents were gone for the week,
[16:40] and I was only allowed to stay at home alone if I stayed inside
[16:42] the whole time, so I ate nothing better to do. Not long after
[16:49] sunset, as I lounged on the floor of my bedroom, I turned on
[16:55] the earpiece. Miss Gatlin was talking to herself, as always that there was
[17:02] something strange about her tone. She sounded more excited than ever. Almost there,
[17:11] almost there, almost there. She repeated those two words over and over
[17:18] until at exactly eleven forty four p m. She let out a sound that
[17:25] I understood years later to be a cry of triumph. It is done.
[17:30] It's done, dark Angel, thank you, thank you. Ten years of
[17:34] solitude and it was worth every second. Now Angel, bring him back,
[17:40] bring him back to me. What was she on about? Now? Were
[17:45] those song lyrics or something? I strained my ears listening for another person out
[17:51] of habit, But of course there was only Miss Gatland's voice after a moment
[17:57] her cries of happiness, a voice taking on her confused tone, what do
[18:04] you mean? No, I that can't be true. I kept my promise.
[18:10] I followed every rule. I let no one in, kept no companions,
[18:12] made no friends. I kept my wish a secret. As you told
[18:17] me, my angel I. I sat up slowly, the building terror in
[18:22] her voice putting me on edge, even from miles away. And then she
[18:27] asked the question that still haunts me to this day, what do you mean?
[18:33] I had an audience. There was a moment of silence, and then
[18:41] the sure fire sound of the velvet backing of the brooch being ripped away.
[18:47] I could hear a breath sharper and clearer than ever before, as she repeated
[18:52] a single word, no, no, no, no, no, no,
[18:56] no, no no. She withdrew for the microphone, her rapid breaths
[19:02] replaced by what sounded like a front door being thrown open with a bang.
[19:07] There was no more noise from the microphone. I remember standing up in my
[19:12] bedroom, not quite understanding what had just happened, and not quite knowing what
[19:18] to do next. Something told me that I should go downstairs and make sure
[19:22] that the doors were locked, so I tore myself to man off and forced
[19:26] myself down the stairs to the dark first floor. I made my way around
[19:32] the whole house, checking the doors and windows. Once I was done,
[19:37] I just stood there. Somehow I knew she was coming and that there was
[19:45] nothing I could do to stop it. I thought I was hearing the wind,
[19:51] but as it grew louder, I realized I was hearing wailing. I
[19:56] heard it long before I saw her, that good wrench and cry, that
[20:02] sound that I had previously heard only pale imitations of in movies where a mother
[20:07] loses a child. Standing in the darkness of my living room, I watched
[20:12] the sprint from the tree line towards my house. Her mouth was wide open,
[20:18] her eyes glazed over, and her body dressed in a white nightgown.
[20:23] She looked and sounded like something out of my worst night terrors. I dropped
[20:29] to the floor and crawled away from the window, taking cover behind a couch.
[20:34] Why she howled, her moaning voice rising and falling as she ascended the
[20:40] steps to my front porch and slammed a fist against the door. Why.
[20:48] I needed to get to the phone, but the house phone was right next
[20:51] to the window, and I was petrified. She hit the door so hard
[20:56] I was afraid that the hinges would give way. How could you do this
[21:00] to me? I climbed a hand over my mouth. She couldn't possibly know
[21:07] for certain that I was in the house, could she. The origin of
[21:11] the wailing shifted as she rounded the wrap around porch, the heavy knocks of
[21:17] a fist against the door giving way to the thudding of her shoes and the
[21:19] wooden porch floor. I stuck my head around the couch and saw no one
[21:25] at the front window. But when I looked at the side, I saw
[21:29] a face hovering inches from the glass. I screamed at the top of my
[21:34] lungs as her fist came into contact with the glass, shattering it. I
[21:40] was so horrified by the rain of blood speckled glass that I almost missed the
[21:44] sight of the shotgun scabbard strapped to a Torso certain I was about to die,
[21:49] I screamed at her to go away, to leave me alone, and
[21:53] she screamed right back at me, asking me questions I didn't understand. Dogs
[22:00] had begun to bark at the commotion, and my next door neighbor's porch light
[22:03] turned on. Please just go away, I shrieked as I finally found my
[22:08] footing and raced to the phone. I grabbed it from its holder and started
[22:14] the Type nine one one as I decided whether or not I should risk running
[22:18] up to the neighbor's house. When I looked at the broken window, though
[22:23] she was nowhere to be seen, the wailing had rescinded, growing fainter and
[22:30] fainter until I couldn't hear her at all. I stood there dumbly until the
[22:38] sound faded entirely, my hand shaking. She was gone. I was sure
[22:48] of it. Should I still call emergency services? After that moment, I
[22:57] heard another fainter sound and recognized the statugy audio immediately as the transmission from Isaac's
[23:07] spy gear. I raced upstairs, still clutching the phone, and grabbed a
[23:11] speaker from the floor where I dropped it. I pressed it against my ear,
[23:18] listening to the faint sound of a familiar voice. I hope this was
[23:23] worth a kid, it said, calmly and coldly. I hope you and
[23:30] your friends can laugh about this. I heard a bang, and then I
[23:40] heard nothing at all. It took two weeks for the police to find her
[23:51] body. Her final resting place was deep in the woods, under a thick
[23:56] shroud of junipers, not far from the banks of Sea Creek. As her
[24:02] face was mutilated beyond recognition, her body was identified by the shotgun lying beside
[24:07] her. They say that although she was covered in enough blood to entice every
[24:12] animal within a three mile radius, her corpse was untouched by the beasts.
[24:19] Even the insects seemed hesitant to feed, and the fungi slow to grow upon
[24:25] a body, as though even the lowliest creatures feared contamination by the lonely woman
[24:33] in the woods. They did not find a brooch on her person.

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