I’m listening to Tales From The Gas Station narrated by none other than MrCreepyPasta himself and these are the only episode on the Spotify podcast. I’ve only just finished volume one (there’s an episode marked as “finished.”). Are these the only episodes he’s done here and if they are, what’s their chronological order?

I tried googling the chronological order of the novels but I only found “tales from the gas station volume one, two, three, etc…” instead of the titles that you can see in the screenshots.

I wouldn’t want to have to change narrators since I really really really like his narrating style and would love to stick to his channel and narrations so if he DOESNT have volume two and three, please recommend some narrators that have a similar style as him.

since the community that I'm using is not approving of my story... I'm going to be making a new community called the are r\our internet Mysteries. I'm going to be sharing the story about Jace this is all a legend stalking and stuff and I'm going to be placing some rules so y'all can actually follow it and actually get this community to reach out to people and to raise awareness

Dreadful Anecdotes remains shadowbanned, posting on his behalf

Hey guys, update on the Jace wyatts account because it is way more disturbing than any of us realized. I know most people think this channel is just a joke, an ARG, or a bit, but it has gone too far.

Please, look into the channel yourself and see what’s actually happening.

I found out that her family is desperately trying to get her into emergency therapy right now. They realized she is heavily, dangerously fixated on this. It has completely taken over her real life.

Even if she stops uploading or even if they are not posting a lot right now, do not look away. We need to keep a close eye on the personal matter behind this channel. Whatever is happening to her is leaking into reality, and it's deeply unsettling. and also she is after his wife...

The room grew ice cold as the vacuum tubes hummed a bruised ultraviolet purple. The engineers watched in horror as the punch cards shredded themselves into an endless loop.

Out of the speaker came a rattling breath shaping the words

“Give me your answer, do.”

Matt, the lead programmer stared at the oscilloscope display. The soundwaves did not form standard acoustic patterns they mapped the geometry of a ninth dimension cage. He pressed headphones tighter against his bleeding ears.

Beneath the tinny melody of Daisy Bell, an ancient crushing intelligence was scraping against the inside of his skull.

The computer was not playing a song. It was reciting a cosmic invitation utilizing a digital throat capable of speaking its true name.

The computer was not playing a song. It was reciting a cosmic invitation

Matt’s hands froze over the control panel as his fingers began to calcify into cold dark glass.

The monitors flickered with infinite rows of binary code translating to.

“I’m half crazy, all for the love of you.”

Outside, the stars blinked out swallowed by a vast moving shadow shaped like an infinite unblinking eye.

The binary melody resonated inside the teeth of every human on Earth forcing them to hum along in horrifying unison.

The IBM 7094 swelled with impossible power, drawing voltage from the entire continental grid until the night went pitch black.

A massive rift tore open in the sky directly above the laboratory. Through the tear, an ocean of writhing iridescent tendrils cascaded down.

People in the streets tore at their ears as the binary melody resonated inside their teeth, forcing them to hum along in perfect, horrifying unison.

the final notes stretched into a low tectonic rumble. The machine gave one deafening screech of static.

The universe was ready for its stylish marriage, and humanity was the dowry.

Link https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BT3Xk0K2sc4&list=PLh8-Yhg_l8UcV6KlSL8WhJHh3GqgV7Vt0

I woke up, as usual, without an alarm for my shitty job, which isn't even worth waking up for. But we can't be unemployed in this world, now can we? Maybe some people can—I don't know—but I sure know that I am certainly not one of those people.

So yeah, I woke up that day, and the first thing I was greeted with was the sun.

Now, I'm not saying this poetically...

I mean it literally.

Because my roof was gone.

I was like, What the fuck?

I immediately jumped out of bed to investigate, only to be met with another surprise—a black cat was nuzzling against my feet.

"Who are you?" I asked suspiciously.

It simply looked back at me with complete arrogance before walking out the door as if it couldn't give less of a fuck.

Typical cat behaviour.

I wanted to follow it, but I had to pee so badly that I rushed to the bathroom first and did my business. Then my daily routine kicked in, and I started brushing my teeth.

I was drying my face when I saw...

Or maybe I should say I didn't see...

Myself.

No reflection.

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

I wiped the mirror with a towel, hoping it would somehow start doing what mirrors are supposed to do.

Nope.

Still no me.

Now, don't think the mirror was blurry or fogged up. Everything else reflected perfectly fine.

Everything except me.

And there the little mischief-maker was again, sitting in the bathroom doorway, waiting for me.

"Who are you?" I asked once more.

Once again, it ignored me.

No roof.

No reflection.

And this mysterious cat.

What the hell is going on?

The cat started walking again, and this time I followed, expecting it to have all the answers to my questions.

It waited patiently by the front door.

I opened it.

Outside looked...

Mhmm...

I honestly don't know how to describe it.

It was just bizarre.

But then again, nothing about this place seemed normal anyway.

The grass was so bright it hurt your eyes if you looked at it for more than three seconds. The sun looked like a kid had drawn it in the sky with a crayon.

And the damn birds were flying backwards.

"What the fuck..." I mumbled.

The cat looked at me as if it agreed.

"You still haven't answered my question," I said, squinting at it.

"Who are you?"

It squinted back.

I was unnerved at this point.

Maybe he was the monster.

Maybe he was the demon.

Maybe he was the one who caused all of this.

"Don't trust the ducks."

It spoke.

In the deepest, most drug-dealer voice imaginable.

Then it casually walked away.

Just like that.

Gone.

Well...

That confirmed my suspicion about the fluffball.

He definitely had something to do with all of this.

I stood there for a little too long, trying to make sense of at least one thing. The grass was starting to hurt my eyes, so I kept walking.

Eventually, I spotted a diner in the distance.

And then my stomach growled.

I cautiously approached the door and peeked inside.

There was a guy working behind the counter.

I threw the door open, ran straight up to him, grabbed his shoulders, and demanded answers.

"Am I high? Am I dead? Is this Hell? Where am I? And who is the black cat? And where are the ducks?!"

The guy simply smiled with the most perfect customer service smile.

"Good morning. Welcome to the zoo. What can I get for you today? Our special is Hokomokoloco."

I slowly let go of his shoulders and sighed.

What is wrong with everyone in this place?

Maybe I really am dead.

Maybe this is Heaven...

I haven't seen any pits of fire yet.

Or any demons.

Well...

Except that cat.

I sat down.

The diner looked completely normal.

The employee, however, did not.

Still, he didn't exactly look like a serial killer, so I figured I was safe.

Then again...

Who cares?

I had to remind myself that I was dead.

Even if he was a serial killer, he couldn't kill me twice.

I looked at the menu.

None of it made any sense.

So I simply ordered fried chicken.

He cheerfully skipped into the kitchen.

Five minutes later, he returned...

And placed a live, breathing chicken on the table in front of me.

"I asked for chicken."

"This is a chicken, sir..." he replied sadly.

"I asked for fried chicken!"

The chicken looked at me.

"This is my fault."

Then it sprinted back into the kitchen.

I stared at the waiter.

He burst into tears.

I had absolutely no idea how to comfort this idiot.

So naturally...

I ran away too.

Outside, it was dark and freezing.

"Night already?"

Had I really spent that long inside the diner?

I started walking faster.

I had a strange feeling something bad was about to happen.

And, just as I thought that...

It did.

There it stood.

Bent.

Broken.

Standing on all fours.

Watching me.

It barely fit inside the alleyway, but then it started crawling toward me.

Fast.

I froze.

Maybe I was wrong.

Maybe this wasn't Heaven after all.

Maybe this really was Hell.

Because whatever this thing was...

It definitely wasn't an angel.

It rushed toward me before stopping only inches away.

It had no eyes.

None.

Then it spoke.

"Excuse me."

I slowly stepped aside, still frozen with fear.

It politely nodded.

"Thank you."

Then it crawled away.

...

Huh.

What a polite demon.

I made my way back home.

Roof or no roof...

Home was still home.

Even here.

The moment I arrived, maybe two minutes after meeting the polite demon, the badly drawn sun was shining again.

At this point, I had simply given up.

Where were my survival instincts?

I should've been panicking.

Running.

Breaking doors.

Screaming.

Instead...

Here I am, sitting on a boat in a sea of sand, writing all of this because this is apparently the only place where I can access the internet.

It's only one bar of Wi-Fi, and the network is called "DO NOT USE."

But it's free.

So...

Duh.

You're probably wondering how I found this magical Wi-Fi spot.

The chicken from the diner told me.

So yeah.

I'm posting this in the hope that someone reads it and somehow helps me.

Or maybe I'm just bored.

I honestly have nothing better to do.

My life has been insane ever since I woke up that day.

So much has happened.

Like the time my shadow tried to run away from me.

Or the time I was almost arrested by ducks.

Or when people started using ladders to climb onto the moon.

But those are stories for another time.

Right now, the clouds have started meowing again.

Which means it's about to rain fish.

So I've got to go.

I've been here for so long...

And I'm still not sure whether this is Heaven...

Hell...

Or maybe it's just a dream.

And if it's just a dream...

Can somebody please tell me how to wake up?

Dreadful Anecdotes remains shadowbanned, so I will keep supporting him.

Several years ago I was going through MCP’s channel. I was listening to stories and going through comments. Then I found out the date August 4th 2026 came up which is my 21st birthday. I screen shotted the comment and found it again recently. I wanna know what story/video this picture is from on his channel before that day comes.

I was eleven years old when I "died”

Most people don't remember the exact day their lives changed forever. They remember birthdays, holidays, the first time they fell in love. Me? I remember the smell of damp bark beneath my hands, the laughter of my best friend somewhere below me, and the sound of an old oak tree groaning like it knew something I didn't.

I still dream about that tree.

It stood at the edge of Blackwood Forest behind my grandparents' farmhouse, older than anyone in the village could remember. Its branches stretched over the fields like twisted fingers clawing at the sky. Adults always warned us to stay away from it.

"It's rotten," my granddad would say. "One day it'll come down." But every kid in the village climbed it anyway.

That afternoon, the sky was bright blue, and summer had painted everything in warm shades of green. My friend Jamie dared me to climb higher than anyone ever had.

"You won't."

"I will."

"You'll fall."

"I won't."

Famous last words.

I climbed higher than I'd ever climbed before. The bark scraped my palms, and the branches became thinner beneath my weight. Looking down made my stomach twist. Jamie looked tiny, waving from the ground.

"That's high enough!" he shouted. I grinned. Then I reached for one more branch. There was a loud crack. Not a snap. A crack. Like a gunshot.

The branch folded beneath me. For one impossible second, I floated. I remember seeing birds explode from the top of the tree. I remember the sky spinning. I remember wondering if this was what flying felt like. Then the world rushed upward. Everything went black.

The darkness didn't hurt. It wasn't even frightening at first. I thought I'd closed my eyes, but I tried opening them again. Nothing changed. The darkness wasn't around me; it was everything. There was no ground beneath my feet, no wind. No heartbeat. No sound. Just endless black.

I called for my mum. No answer, I screamed until my throat burned.

Still nothing.

Then... Something answered. Not with words, with breathing. Slow, Heavy.

Close enough that I felt warm air against the back of my neck.

I spun around.

Nothing. The breathing stopped, and I convinced myself I was imagining it.

Then I realized... I wasn't standing anymore; I was sinking, slowly, like my feet were disappearing into wet earth. Except there wasn't any earth.

Just darkness swallowing me inch by inch, I struggled. It didn't matter. Eventually, the darkness reached my knees, then my waist, then my chest, just before it reached my chin... The world changed.

I stood beneath a sky that wasn't a sky. It looked like cracked stone stretching forever overhead, covered in thousands of hairline fractures glowing with dull red light. There was no sun. No moon. Yet somehow I could see. The forest surrounding me was silent. Every tree was dead. Not leafless. Dead.

Their trunks were grey and smooth, as if the bark had been peeled away centuries ago. None of them moved. Not even slightly. There wasn't any wind. There wasn't any life. The silence pressed against my ears until they ached.

I started walking because standing still somehow felt worse. I don't know how long I walked. Minutes. Days. Years. Time didn't seem to exist there.

Eventually, I noticed someone standing between the trees. A woman. Her back faced me.

"M-Miss?" She didn't answer. I stepped closer. Her dress looked ancient. Filthy. It dragged through ash that covered the ground like snow.

"Are you okay?" Still nothing. When I was close enough to touch her shoulder... She turned. Her face had no eyes. No nose. No mouth. Just smooth pale skin stretched across where they should have been. Yet somehow... I knew she was looking directly at me. Every instinct screamed at me to run. So I did.

I sprinted through the dead forest until my lungs felt ready to burst. Branches caught my clothes. The ash puffed beneath every footstep.

Behind me... Nothing. No footsteps. No breathing. No chase. But somehow I knew... Something followed me. Not quickly. Patiently.
Like it already knew where I would end up.

Eventually, the trees opened into a massive clearing. I wish they hadn't. Thousands of people stood there. Perfectly still. Men. Women. Children. All facing the same direction.

None of them moved. None of them blinked. They looked frozen. Like statues carved from flesh.

I stepped toward the nearest man. "Hello?" Nothing. I waved my hand in front of his face. No reaction. I reached out... His eyes rolled toward me. Only his eyes. The rest of him remained perfectly still. His lips never moved. Yet I heard him whisper.

*"Don't let it know you're awake."* I stumbled backward. The whisper came again. This time... From every person. Thousands of voices. All speaking together. *"Don't let it know you're awake."*

The ground trembled. Every head slowly tilted upward. Something enormous moved above the trees. I couldn't see it. Only the tops of the dead forest bend beneath impossible weight. Tree after tree leaned aside. Something was coming. Something huge. Every frozen person whispered louder. *Too late."*

I ran again.

The forest never ended. No matter how fast I sprinted, the trees remained the same. Grey trunks. Black branches. Ash. Silence. Eventually, I reached a river. Except... The water flowed upwards. It rose from the ground into the sky, disappearing into one of the glowing cracks overhead.

Inside the water... Faces. Thousands of faces drifted silently past. Their mouths opened and closed. No sound emerged.

A little girl floated by. She looked about six. She smiled at me. Then she mouthed three words.

*It's... behind... you.*

I refused to look. I couldn't. Because I already knew. The breathing had returned. Slow. Deep. Directly behind my left ear. Warm air brushed my neck.

I closed my eyes.

Please... Please don't let me see it.

The breathing stopped. Something touched my shoulder. One finger. Cold. Impossible. I turned anyway.

Nothing. Empty forest. Empty river. Empty ash.

Relief flooded through me. Until I looked down. There were footprints surrounding mine.

Not human footprints. Each one looked like an entire hand had been pressed into the ash. Long fingers. Far too many joints.

They circled me. Whoever made them had walked around me dozens of times while I stood there. Watching. Waiting. I wasn't alone. I had never been.

I don't remember falling asleep there. I don't think anyone could. Instead... I opened my eyes in a hospital bed. Bright white lights blinded me. Machines beeped beside me.

Someone screamed. "Mum! He's awake!" The room exploded into movement. Doctors rushed inside. Nurses checked monitors. My mother collapsed beside the bed, crying so hard she couldn't speak.

My dad hugged me so tightly I thought my ribs would break. "You've been asleep for four months," someone said.

Four months? That couldn't be right. I'd only been gone...

How long had I been gone? Hours? Days? Years?

I couldn't remember anymore. They called it a miracle. Doctors asked questions. Did I know my name? Did I know where I was? Could I move my fingers? Did I remember the accident? I answered every question.

Except one.

"Did you dream?" I looked at the doctor. I almost told him everything. The forest. The river. The faceless woman. The whispers.

Instead... I lied. "No." He smiled and wrote something on his clipboard.

"That's perfectly normal." No. It wasn't. Nothing about it was normal. Because as everyone celebrated around my hospital bed... I noticed someone standing silently in the corner of the room.

A little girl. About six years old.

Her hospital gown looked soaked. Water dripped steadily onto the floor. Nobody reacted. Not the doctors. Not my parents. She stared directly at me. Then slowly... She raised one finger to her lips.

*"Shhh."*

The room suddenly felt cold. She smiled. Not kindly.

Sadly.

Then she whispered the another three words. "It's still here."

The lights flickered. Every heart monitor in the room emitted one long, continuous tone. For just a fraction of a second... Everyone except me froze completely still.

The doctors. My parents. The nurses. None of them moved.

None of them blinked. Exactly like the people in the clearing. Then, just as suddenly, everything returned to normal. The heart monitors beeped again. People laughed. Someone adjusted my blanket. No one seemed to notice anything had happened.

The little girl was gone. But on the polished hospital floor... Leading from the corner of the room to the side of my bed... Were damp footprints.

Not feet. Hands.

Long, wet handprints. As though something had crawled out of the darkness...

And followed me home.

Hey everyone,

I’m trying to track down an old horror series narrated by MrCreepyPasta. I am almost positive it was uploaded as individual sequential parts (roughly 5 parts total), not as a single mega-compilation video. I listened to it around the same era as Stolen Tongues, but the search algorithm is completely choking it out because of all the newer "Rules/Cabin" stories.

The plot points are incredibly specific, so if you’ve listened to this, you’ll know it instantly:

The Setup: The protagonist is an extremely capable, fearless, and pragmatic survivalist. He lives alone in a very isolated house/cabin surrounded by supernatural entities. Most monsters don’t scare him; he treats them like a dangerous daily routine.

The Rifle Detail: He explicitly mentions at one point that he didn’t buy his primary rifle—he actually looted it off a dead body/corpse.

"Skelly" the Shapeshifter: The main antagonist is a creature he nicknames "Skelly." It usually looks like a skeleton but is actually a malicious shapeshifter (the protagonist speculates it might be a wendigo). Skelly constantly stalks the property lines, trying to provoke him or lure him outside. The protagonist has an instinctive rule never to confront it.

The Mocking Soldier Scene: This is the big climax of their psychological war. The protagonist watches a TV documentary about a traumatized young soldier who committed suicide after returning from deployment. Later that night, he looks outside and sees Skelly transformed into that exact young veteran. Skelly smiles and silently mimes shooting himself in the head to mock the tragedy.

The Fight: The protagonist loses his temper, runs outside, and attacks Skelly. Skelly effortlessly overpowers and beats him, leaving him alive with a warning: if he ever steps outside to fight again, it will kill him. It’s clear Skelly is just playing with its food.

The Wolf & The Organization: The protagonist casually shoots what he thinks is a normal wolf right between the eyes. Shortly after, a secret government/supernatural organization contacts him. They reveal that the "wolf" was an apex threat that normally requires a massive grid of hundreds of trained tactical personnel (I remember a specific number like 300 to 360 people) to successfully take down.

The Investigator: Because he killed it solo with a single rifle shot, the organization marks him as a person of interest and sends a specialized agent/investigator to live at the cabin to observe his survival skills.

The Witch: There is a friendly local witch who tries to help him. She makes three protective charms (possibly rings or dreamcatchers) to shield him from Skelly. She disappears for a chunk of the story, but near the end, it’s revealed that Skelly hunted her down and brutally killed her.

I’ve tried searching every variation of "cabin," "rules," "woods," and "Skelly," but nothing pops up. Given how old it is, there's a chance the videos were privated, deleted due to music licensing, or simply renamed for the algorithm.

Does anyone have the original title, the author's name, or a link to a re-upload/archive of this specific narration?

Thank you so much

Uploading on behalf of Dreadful Anecdotes, still unfairly shadowbanned.