# "They forced me to love the flashing lights" Creepypasta

An episode of [CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio](https://invisiblenetwork.ai/podcast/1492008134), 31 Jan 2024, 32 min.

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## Transcript

[0:02] I used to work with an independent towing company in a Saint Cloud, Minnesota.
[0:07] We mostly operated near Wilmot, South Center, Tomscog and glen Wood.
[0:13] I usually did roadside assistance and recovery. Out in these parts you get a
[0:18] surprisingly large share of vehicles that had just abandoned in the middle of nowhere.
[0:24] I know it's a common side to see rusted out wrex by the side of
[0:27] the road, but if it wasn't for guys like me, you'd see three
[0:31] times as many. So I got this call about a ross bucket that had
[0:36] smashed into a stop sign and been left by the roadside. I was called
[0:41] in for the pickup. It's not fun heading out in the dark as the
[0:46] rain clouds roll in, but that's even more reason to get it done.
[0:51] Accidents happen in the dark, someone could get hurt. It took me a
[0:57] while to get out, there a lot of cars on the road. I
[1:02] turned on my warning lights and stepped out, keeping my earbut in while listening
[1:06] to my work playlist. I was sort of conditionally training myself to only listen
[1:11] to country on the job and rock on my spare time, thinking I could
[1:15] power of off my way into some kind of work life recognition thing. Once
[1:21] I got out of my truck, I could immediately tell something was off.
[1:26] I'd gone down that road before, and I'd never seen a stop sign anywhere
[1:30] near it. It was a straight road. Why would there be a stop
[1:36] sign? The current question was this old beetle. The paint had peeled off
[1:42] years ago, and half the interior was either rotten or torn out. There
[1:47] was algae halfway up the wheels, with tufts of grass sticking out of the
[1:51] suspension. This thing wouldn't run in a hundred years. Hell, you could
[1:57] barely get it to roll at all. I was perplexed. There was no
[2:05] way someone was driving this or crashing into anything. Someone had dragged it up
[2:09] there for one reason or another. Turning my attention back to my truck,
[2:16] I almost choked on spit. I counted no less than five people by the
[2:22] roadside, staring up at the flashing warning lights. Five people, all different
[2:28] ages, there this strange look of absolute adoration on their faces, slack jawed
[2:35] and unblinking. They didn't seem to mind my presence. They were just there
[2:39] for the lights. I looked at them for a moment. These were the
[2:44] people that had dragged the car up, no question about it. Hell,
[2:49] some of them had muddy hands and boots. Still, I thought about saying
[2:53] something, but figured i'd just get my phone out in case someone wanted to
[2:58] cause trouble. I locked my truck, not taking my eyes off these people,
[3:02] and tried to get on with my job. They didn't seem to mind.
[3:09] They just stood there, their eyes wide and black, staring at the
[3:14] flashing morning lights. It was so eerie. I walked around that car,
[3:22] constantly checking over my shoulder. I was waiting for one of them to burst
[3:27] into a sprint or scream, but nothing happened. They just stood there,
[3:34] not a sound or a word, heavy breathing in unison. I thought about
[3:40] filming it, but honestly, I had to get out of there. I
[3:46] scooched the fallen sign off the road and prepped the wreck. Through all of
[3:51] it, I got this worried chill creeping up my spine. Whenever there was
[3:55] a sharp noise a rattling chain might set them off, creak of metal.
[4:00] I didn't know what these people's deal was, so I didn't know how unpredictable
[4:05] they were. As I finished and got ready to move out, I threw
[4:12] a final glance back at them. My heart skipped a beat when one of
[4:18] their eyes, yes, a singular eye, turned to me. She was
[4:27] probably in her forties, with the kind of face that just screamed exhaustion.
[4:33] As a second eye slowly settled on me, there was this bubbling unease in
[4:38] my stomach. Something about her was just inhumane. It didn't feel like meeting
[4:46] the eyes of a fellow Minnesotan, or even a Homo sapien. This woman
[4:50] was something else, something other. I was about to get back into my
[4:56] truck when she opened her mouth and spoke. Look at me, she said,
[5:04] I did. I could not do it if I like staring down a
[5:10] predator, keeping it obey, I had to look at her. Of course,
[5:16] there was a plan to it. I didn't notice the two men sneaking
[5:20] up on me from the other side of the road. I have a hard
[5:27] time retelling this part. It's burned into my thoughts, but it's not like
[5:32] a good burn. It's like a scab, and I just hate poking at
[5:38] it. The only word that I can use for it is that it frightens
[5:43] me, not just because of the violent implications, but because I now know
[5:48] firsthand just how frail I am as a person and living being. Hands grabbed
[5:57] me and I was pushed up against the side of my truck. Some guy
[6:00] in his fifties and what looked like a girl in her late teens, both
[6:04] insanely strong, with the kind of grip you might expect in a wild animal.
[6:11] They were clinging to me like their life depended on it. And yet
[6:16] none of them said anything, no noise, no words, just huffs and
[6:23] unblinking eyes. Even then, as my hands were pushed up against the cold
[6:28] metal, they weren't even looking at me. They were still looking up at
[6:33] the warning lights. The one who had spoken came around. She faced me
[6:39] and held something up. It looked like one of those odd box cameras with
[6:44] a crank on the side. She turned it on with a metallic clunk,
[6:48] blinding me with a powerful and warm light. She slowly turned the crank on
[6:54] the side, like a nightmare's jack in a box. With every click,
[6:59] some thing would block the light for a split second, effectively making it flash.
[7:06] She turned it faster and faster, blinking turned into a strobe light.
[7:13] I can't explain what I felt. It was like something filling my stomach,
[7:17] like my body was contracting into itself, trying to make me shrink. I
[7:24] became so hyper focused on this one blinking light coming out of that awful black
[7:29] box. I didn't even notice how they let go of my hands, or
[7:33] how they all gathered around me, how they watched as I had this mental
[7:39] seizure. I couldn't move, I couldn't look away. My mind was just
[7:44] filled with this clicking noise, resetting every impulse that came across my mind.
[7:49] I should run, Click, who are these people? Click? I'm in
[7:55] danger. Click. I couldn't finish as seeing good train of thought. I
[8:01] just stood there, as transfixed to that box as they'd been to my warning
[8:05] lights. I don't know when I passed out. Could have been seconds,
[8:11] could have been minutes. All I know is that I woke up by the
[8:16] roadside hours later as a passerby tacked me on the shoulder. You're right there,
[8:22] they asked, you hurt? I shook my head, trying to adjust
[8:28] my eyes, they still burned from the light. I don't know, I
[8:35] said, I honestly don't know. I called my boss, telling them what
[8:41] had happened, explaining why I hadn't answered any calls. I also gave a
[8:46] statement to the police, explaining what little I could to a very understanding man.
[8:52] It didn't make sense to them, or me for that matter. Nothing
[8:58] was stolen, nothing was vandal just people attacking people for seemingly no reason.
[9:05] The officers seemed sorry to hear it, as if already apologizing for what they
[9:09] wouldn't be able to do. I didn't see them until much later, under
[9:16] very different circumstances. I was put on sickly for a couple of days to
[9:22] get back on my feet, but at that point I didn't even know what
[9:26] I was feeling anymore. Coming home, I couldn't concentrate. Everything just felt
[9:31] off. I could barely keep myself focused on the most minute task. I
[9:37] forgot my cooked rice on the stove. I put down my phone in the
[9:41] middle of a phone call. I left the tap running. I kept getting
[9:45] sidetracked, like there was something vital missing in the back of my mind.
[9:50] This continued on and off for a couple of days. I vividly remember how
[9:54] I tried to stream some stupid reality show, but I kept forgetting what I
[9:58] was watching. I didn't dare use my car or go shopping. I walked
[10:05] and even then I had to look down at my shopping list every few minutes.
[10:11] I remember this one time when I tried to take a shower, I
[10:15] left the water running forgetting to turn it off, just like with everything else.
[10:20] As I finished up and stepped out, I flipped the light switch.
[10:24] But that switch is this really sensitive thing, and I accidentally clicked it twice,
[10:30] making the lights flash. That sent a wave of warmth through my body,
[10:37] the kind of relieving warmth you get from stepping out of the blizzard and
[10:41] into a living room. I always familiar and welcome, as if this was
[10:46] what I was supposed to feel like. In a simple way, it fixed
[10:52] me. For a moment, I felt like myself again. I ended up
[10:58] standing there for about twenty minutes, just flipping the switch on and off,
[11:03] on and off. I pressed it until the click of the switch started to
[11:07] sound like the click of the black box, until time started to slow,
[11:11] making every click seemed further away no matter how fast I went. And when
[11:18] I looked up at myself in the mirror, I could see that my eyes
[11:22] were completely black, as alien as those I'd seen that night. I could
[11:28] picture myself as her exhausted, unblinking and lost to the world. It scared
[11:37] the hell out of me. I shut my eyes and tried to keep them
[11:41] closed, but every moment away from the flashes, the clicking, it just
[11:48] it drained me, like being stuck in the middle of nowhere. As a
[11:52] blizzard slowly picks up, I could feel myself growing distant, colder, slower,
[12:00] and turned in my bed, trying to focus on something, anything,
[12:05] Mississippy. I mumbled, spell Mississippi. I got all the way through it
[12:11] the first time. By the second time, I made it about half way
[12:16] through. By the third, I could start, but didn't really know what
[12:22] I was doing anymore. By the fourth I was upset, and I didn't
[12:28] even know why. At some point in the night, I heard sirens not
[12:37] too distant either. Something in me tickled, it wanted me to get up.
[12:43] The thought crossed my mind that maybe, on some level, I just
[12:48] wanted to see the flashing lights. I walked up to my bedroom window and
[12:52] put my hand on the blinders. I knew I shouldn't engage with it.
[12:58] I kept trying to fight myself. The only thoughts that meant no interruption with
[13:03] those aimed at the sole purpose of seeing those lights. I kept trying to
[13:07] convince myself to step away, but it wasn't that easy. Just a peak,
[13:13] I thought, to see if it works. There were three police cars
[13:20] and a fire truck, all with their lights on. I was mesmerized.
[13:28] I saw it in such great detail. It was as if time took a
[13:31] step back just to allow me to bask in the excitement. I could see
[13:37] every color shift, the intensity of moving back and forth between lights. It
[13:43] was like an exploding mini cosmos, filling my head with warmth and excitement.
[13:48] I stared blankly at it from my bedroom window. It was absolutely gorgeous.
[14:00] Only there for a moment, but that was all I needed. I was
[14:03] left breathless, my face burning hot and my eyes watery. It felt like
[14:09] I'd run a marathon. Hell, even my knees were weak. I had
[14:16] a short moment of clarity as the cloud to my mind parted. I had
[14:20] to keep the momentum up. I had to stay sane. Running to the
[14:26] kitchen, I got my flashlight and all the spare batteries I could find,
[14:30] spilling an entire drawer of miscellaneous bits and bobs onto the floor. I had
[14:35] to stop a few times. The flick lights, which a boost By the
[14:39] end of the night, I found myself standing in the middle of a dark
[14:43] kitchen with my flashlight followingly planted under my face, clicking it on and off,
[14:50] on and off. I had to I stopped sleeping after that. Sleep
[14:58] gave me nothing, but that constant flash kept me going. It allowed me
[15:03] to keep my head clear enough to make some sort of plan to fight it.
[15:09] Not that I really wanted to, but because I knew in my heart
[15:13] of hearts that it wasn't normal. They'd done something terrible to me. But
[15:20] for the moment, I had to find a way to live with it.
[15:22] I dug out my Christmas lights and set them to blink intermittently. I taped
[15:28] it all up along the walls of my bedroom, right next to my computer.
[15:33] Staying reasonably lucid, I managed to search the web for whatever this could
[15:37] be, but I couldn't find a thing. I kept trying to spell Mississippi
[15:43] in my head, the sort of test whether I was thinking straight or not.
[15:46] More often than not I could make it through, but even a short
[15:50] lapse of flashes would make me drop a few letters. But yeah, I
[15:56] didn't get very far in my searches. I've never heard of something like this
[16:02] happening to anyone, and neither did anyone else. Seemingly soon, I was
[16:07] just al typing between my dark desktop and a full screen white page, on
[16:12] and off, on and off. I could tell I was getting weaker.
[16:19] The lack of sleep betrayed me. My hands were shaking from a lack of
[16:23] food. After a while, I realized I couldn't just have lights around me.
[16:30] I needed to indulge to stare drowning them. I was getting desperate.
[16:37] I wondered the streets, hoping to see or hear something they could give me
[16:41] that rush back. I even thought about starting a fire, just to get
[16:45] a fire truck to come by. That's when it hit me, that's probably
[16:51] what those people had been doing all along. They set that rusted car up
[16:56] and lured me there, maybe solely for the flash light. It's hard to
[17:03] admit my low point. I was standing with my phone in my hand,
[17:07] about to call nine one one to claim I was being attacked, anything to
[17:11] get the flashing lights and sirens. There was that screaming voice inside of me
[17:17] demanding that I do it, and a whisper telling me I was destroying myself.
[17:26] I had a choice. Go down this path and find myself a slave
[17:30] to impulses, or to surrender to the cloud in my head. I chose
[17:37] the latter. I tossed my phone and wandered off slowly, forgetting where I
[17:41] was going or what I was doing. I only vaguely remember the sky turning
[17:47] dark and rain. There was a car honking as they raced past me,
[17:52] and a worry driver asking me how I was doing. Without direction or purpose
[17:57] or solution, I just kept going somewhere. It's a strange feeling, finding
[18:07] yourself lost in your own darkness. It feels like viewing your life through a
[18:11] keyhole, catching only bits and pieces with a barrier in between. And in
[18:18] the end, my efforts were useless. There were others there on my side
[18:25] of the keyhole, other people just as lost, wandering around. Some I
[18:30] remembered from that awful night. Others weren't even human. It's not like I
[18:37] saw them, more that I sensed them. Then it all came back to
[18:44] me. I was standing in a clearing in a forest somewhere off in the
[18:51] middle of nowhere. There were others there, but I didn't care to look
[18:56] at them. All I could focus on was the middle aged woman standing in
[19:02] front of me with a blinking black box and a crank that clicked. Out
[19:07] Of all the lights I'd seen, this was the most beautiful. It was
[19:15] like getting sucked into a deeper understanding. The clicks grew further apart, and
[19:19] every moment was stretched in that bliss. Every blink of the light was like
[19:26] days passing by in the heaven of my own making. There was a benevolence
[19:32] there, someone caring for me, like a barm on my soul. Then
[19:38] it stopped back in the darkness. A woman held out a phone as the
[19:44] box stopped clicking. Ambulance, and that was all she needed to say.
[19:53] We made it to the parking lot out of the old mall, the old
[19:56] Dead Eye for those of you who live around here. There were six of
[20:00] us, but none of us said a word. There was this young woman
[20:04] who'd got a hold of the phone, and she didn't seem to know what
[20:08] to do. She looked up as if coming out of a daze. Oh
[20:15] he's doing this, she asked, Are we really doing this? There was
[20:22] a solemn moment when none of us knew what to do. Finally, there
[20:27] was an older man who stepped forward. He looked the young woman up and
[20:32] down and turned to the rest of us. No one said anything. What
[20:37] was there to say? He considered it, then leaned back, putting all
[20:44] his weight behind it. He proceeded to strike her across the eye. She
[20:51] dropped to the ground. The phone rolled out of her hands. The others
[20:56] proceeded to beat her within an inch of a life. It was absolutely relentless.
[21:03] It's like she stopped being human to them. I called the emergency services
[21:08] hell. I told them exactly what I was seeing, a group of people
[21:12] brutally beating someone. Meanwhile, the others kept attacking her. None of them
[21:18] looked away or even frowned. I saw blood spatter hit one of their faces,
[21:23] and they didn't even blink. Maybe they wanted to be convincing, or
[21:30] maybe there was no space for a second guesser. Neither way, we would
[21:34] have fulfilled our duty. She was barely breathing when they stepped away. The
[21:41] man who initiated the beating held out a hand towards me, demanding the phone
[21:47] back. I handed it to him. I was too new to be entrusted
[21:52] with something of that value. I wanted to speak, but I didn't.
[21:57] Looking down at the broken by gasping for air. It did something to me.
[22:04] It put a suggestion in my head that maybe this wasn't okay. It
[22:10] made me question myself and made me think. I remember standing there watching the
[22:15] blood pooling, when I considered, can I spell Mississippi? I couldn't.
[22:26] Despite following this path and succumbing to it all, it was still taking something
[22:32] from me that was more apparent than ever. It was this subtle reminder that
[22:37] yes, I was going down the wrong path, I was doing something wrong.
[22:42] I wasn't fixing myself this way. There were sirens in the distance.
[22:48] I could see the top of the tree line changing color. They were coming.
[22:55] The others hid by the side of the road, their eyes going dark
[22:57] with anticipation. I joined them, incidentally, trying to make up some sort
[23:03] of plan. When the flashing lights came around the bend, it was like
[23:08] drinking a glass of ice water on a hot summer's day. It was a
[23:14] soothing breeze, nothing like what I'd experienced from that black box, but a
[23:18] substitute, a damn decent one at that. The colors bathed us and we
[23:26] just soaked it all in. Except now I had this feeling that it just
[23:33] wasn't right, Like I was being used and manipulated, Like there was something
[23:37] in those flashing lights looking back at me. Eh. Someone whispered eh.
[23:48] The others joined a choir of hushed voices. At first it was just a
[23:53] noise, but I could see what they were getting at. It was a
[23:59] fitting name, the thing that drew us in, giving us a peek at
[24:03] something else. Ao the end of the sea u Ao. There was an
[24:11] ambulance and two patrol cars. By the time they got to the beaten woman.
[24:17] We were all stepping out of the woods together. Someone was yelling at
[24:21] us the stop. There were threads, demands, pistols drawn, then a
[24:26] click. Looking to my left, the woman with the black box had returned.
[24:33] At first, flashing light in their direction was all it took to distract
[24:37] them. I couldn't see it properly from my angle. The others flocked to
[24:42] it like moths, but I hadn't fallen under its spell yet. Instead,
[24:48] I looked to the broken woman. She was barely conscious. The paramedics didn't
[24:55] have the time to take her away. One of them was hiding in the
[24:57] back of the ambulance, while the other just stood there, staring at the
[25:02] woman with the black box. We all moved forward slowly, a few whispers,
[25:08] a declaration of faith. No, not faith, just worship. It
[25:17] isn't faith when you've seen it, when you know it's there. The others
[25:22] joined into a circle, two police officers as well. All of them stared
[25:26] blindly into this captivating light, this invitation to behold, to step outside yourself
[25:33] and see this hidden blessing. I tried to look away. I tried so
[25:40] hard. I tried holding my eyes shut, but I couldn't. I wanted
[25:45] to look deeper and disappear into that light, to let it burn me hollow
[25:49] inside and out, to be free home. I heard it calling. I
[26:00] can't describe it, but I heard it, even with two hands covering my
[26:06] eyes with a clicking noise from that box bore its way into my head and
[26:10] forced an electrical impulse of light inside my eyelids. No matter, I thought,
[26:17] maybe it would be wonderful in the end. Looking back at it,
[26:23] it's so unreal. The thoughts are still there, but it's like they're not
[26:30] even my own. I tried to recap a movie you saw twenty years ago,
[26:34] and you know, hadn't it been for one stupid thing. I would
[26:40] never have made it here. One of the officers, the one who drew
[26:45] a pistol, had dropped it. I slipped on it. When I was
[26:49] drawn in, I fell hard, tore so first, knocking the air out
[26:55] of my lungs. There lying on the side, I noticed I was lying
[27:00] parallel to the beaten woman, looking at one another from across the parking lot.
[27:06] I was reminded that there was still time. Looking at her, I
[27:11] didn't see Ao. I just saw the pain of what was the com if
[27:15] I didn't tear myself away. So I did. In one quick swoop,
[27:23] I picked up the gun at my feet, held it up, pointed forward,
[27:27] and looked. I pulled the trigger. The moment I did, my
[27:33] eyes fell upon the black box. I could see it before me, every
[27:40] flash of light from that box, stretching into days weeks. I could see
[27:45] the bullet travel across the sky in my mind, like a celestial body traveling
[27:49] across the stars. I could drown my thoughts in this world of ale eternally
[27:55] seen and loved, wanted needed. I gave up completely, just like the
[28:03] others. I did. It scares the hell out of me to admit,
[28:07] but experiencing that thing for the third time was the final snap. Luckily that
[28:15] one bullet found its target. The box shattered into pieces. The inside of
[28:22] it was nothing but a powerful bulb and a little hand cranked fan. That
[28:29] was all there was to it. As the pieces spread across the asphalt,
[28:33] there was a moment of realization, like something was torn out of my head.
[28:40] The world started to spin, as if passing by a million miles per
[28:44] hour. I got the worst case of vertigo i'd ever experienced, barely able
[28:49] to breathe from the nausea. Others collapsed to the ground, exponging their empty
[28:55] stomachs. I saw someone having a seizure, who'd beaten that girl half to
[29:00] death, crawled up to me. Took my handgun and fired every single round
[29:06] into the woman who held that black box. Maybe he too, saw his
[29:11] chance to be free. It was absolute chaos. I was sick. I
[29:18] was accused more flashing lights, but all they did was worse in my nausea.
[29:25] I got my blood pressure checked. I had to spend a night in
[29:27] jail. I think I could barely think straight. Most of my time was
[29:33] past leaning over a toilet bowl, emptying my bows over and over. Some
[29:37] of the stuff that came out just didn't make any sense. When the hell
[29:42] did I eat a sunflower? And why the hell was it blue? The
[29:48] beaten woman didn't accuse me. If anything, she cleared me. Maybe she
[29:55] saw that last ditch effort for what it was. The man who shot down
[29:59] a capt was charged, but I don't know for what. After many considerations,
[30:06] I was eventually cleared. One of the officers on site was actually the
[30:11] one I'd initially talked to when I was first assaulted. So maybe you felt
[30:15] bad about not listening the first time. Maybe you've seen the articles. They
[30:21] called it a prank gone wrong. I think it reached like page eight of
[30:26] a national paper. This was a couple of years ago. I wanted to
[30:32] put this the paper to remind myself that it actually happened, and that my
[30:37] feelings and fears are still valid, because to this day I get this sort
[30:44] of Halovian response whenever something flashes. It's like my body goes into shock immediately
[30:52] trying to get something out of me. Hell, it made me throw up
[30:56] once when I was photographed for work. I think the box was something called
[31:00] a raskin. I've seen a few of them circling online, some sort of
[31:07] replica of an art piece by some old turn of the century author. I
[31:14] just wanted to put this out there. When I found myself looking for answers
[31:18] and there was none to be found, I felt so goddamn alone. At
[31:25] least now there is one of us talking about it.

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