Placeholder Image

字幕表 動画を再生する

  • (eerie dramatic music)

  • - [Woman] He grabbed me.

  • He grabbed me by the throat and lifted me midair,

  • choking me, my eyes about to pop out of my head.

  • "Say another word, and I promise, it'll be your last."

  • We were in a rundown motel in the middle of nowhere.

  • The room, it might've been retro 15 years ago.

  • Now it just looked like I did; beat up.

  • The only piece of artwork was a green landscape

  • so faded it might as well have been a scene

  • of a post apocalypse.

  • As for my captor, Chuck he called himself?

  • He had this sort of disarming neighborly look;

  • a pudgy face, an easy smile, beady eyes.

  • The kind you see all the time at grocery stores

  • comparing brands of cleaning products.

  • That's what I'd thought when he pulled over

  • beside the highway and offered to give me a ride.

  • He seemed boring, nice.

  • Why was I hitchhiking in the first place?

  • Long story.

  • Suffice it to say when you've run out of money,

  • luck, and friends, without anything to call your own,

  • your life doesn't feel like it's yours anymore.

  • Just another pile of debris for

  • the garbage trucks to pick up.

  • In this case, the garbage truck had been

  • a kidnapper named Chuck.

  • (Chuck laughing evilly)

  • Now, Chuck was holding me, a 21-year-old college dropout

  • with more debts than a failing business, ransom.

  • I'd been in this seedy motel room for,

  • had it already been two days?

  • With barely any water or food.

  • My body was covered in fresh bruises

  • and Chuck wasn't getting nicer, that's for sure.

  • "Call your parents," he demanded,

  • shoving the phone in my face.

  • "Tell them you're in trouble,

  • "that they need to bring 50k to get you back."

  • "I told you, they're dead," I gasped, coughing.

  • Still recovering from his choke hold.

  • "All right, your sister, I don't care," he shouted,

  • even louder now.

  • Chuck had a chewing problem.

  • Everywhere he went, he spat;

  • on the ground, over his shoulder, out the car window.

  • If you looked closely, you could see the tobacco bump

  • in his upper lip.

  • The only evidence of his fixation, of his sickness.

  • In fact, the more I watched the man,

  • the more I realized he had a constant need

  • to mess with the environment around him.

  • When we passed a tree, he'd rip off a branch

  • just for the fun of it.

  • A pile of fresh earth?

  • He'd kick it.

  • He lit things on fire when he was bored.

  • He spat constantly.

  • As if all the elements were his to waste

  • whenever he saw fit.

  • He spat again on the motel floor,

  • not caring who'd have to clean it up.

  • Then, frustrated, he grabbed my phone

  • and headed for the door.

  • "One of these people in your contacts

  • "is gonna cough up," he snarled, "I'll make sure of it."

  • With that, he stepped outside,

  • slammed shut the door and locked me in.

  • I looked around, desperate to find an escape,

  • but Chuck was smarter than that.

  • He picked a room with only one window

  • looking at the motel's dreary courtyard

  • where he was pacing now beside the pool.

  • It looked like no one had swum inside of it in centuries.

  • Leaves and rot covered the water.

  • For a moment, I swore I saw something

  • rise out of the water.

  • A humanoid shape, like a person but without a face.

  • Perhaps the leaves and muck were covering it,

  • but why was the figure so perfectly still?

  • It didn't breathe, it hardly moved, it just stared.

  • Stared at Chuck pacing back and force,

  • phone to his ear.

  • He spat into the water beside it, oblivious.

  • He threw some gum wrappers from his back pocket

  • onto the cement, littering even though

  • a garbage can was right next to him.

  • The figure in the water seemed to cock its head for a moment

  • and then it descended back into the water silently.

  • The only proof it had even been there, a small ripple.

  • I felt a chill go down my spine.

  • Surely I must've imagined it.

  • How else could a person have disappeared

  • underwater without needing air?

  • Unless it wasn't a person.

  • Unless it was something much much worse

  • like a monster.

  • (dramatic music)

  • But that was crazy talk.

  • There were no monsters in this world,

  • only the human kind like Chuck.

  • "I said, if you want your girl back

  • "you bring me my money," Chuck shouted into the phone.

  • "I don't care what she owes you.

  • "Don't try anything stupid."

  • With that, he hung up.

  • I realized he must've called one of the loan sharks

  • I owed money to, my heart plummeted into my stomach.

  • If they found me, they'd probably do worse to me than Chuck.

  • I watched as Chuck fished in his pocket for his lighter,

  • clearly feeling the need to burn something,

  • and chose a target.

  • The only flower left in the motel's

  • pathetic excuse for landscaping; a wilting daisy.

  • When Chuck had first tied me up,

  • he told me that this is what I get.

  • "Finder's keepers," he'd snarled.

  • "I found you, I can do what I want with you."

  • I wondered what he would do when he realized

  • nobody was going to cough up the money on my behalf.

  • I'd wasted every cent I ever owned

  • pouring all my assets into a stupid investment;

  • a pyramid scheme I found out later, and now I was broke.

  • I was spent.

  • Physically, economically, and emotionally.

  • My only hope was to leave town and start over

  • before the loan sharks came knocking.

  • Now, who knew if I'd ever get the chance.

  • Chuck said finder's keepers,

  • but what was there left of me to keep?

  • I watched as he kneeled down and brought

  • his lighter beneath the daisy's petals.

  • For a reason I couldn't explain, I wished I could save it.

  • It was just a little flower sticking out

  • between cracks in the cement.

  • What'd I care?

  • But it was as if the daisy had come to represent me;

  • alone, dying, with only a glimmer of hope left.

  • Just as Chuck's lighter ignited, though,

  • something crazy happened.

  • A hand made of rippling liquid rose

  • from the depths of the pool.

  • This time, I was sure of it.

  • My mind wasn't playing tricks on me,

  • something was in that water.

  • A monster, it had to be.

  • The watery fist flew at Chuck,

  • and as it made contact with the burning petal

  • of the daisy, the whole fist burst to flame

  • slamming into his chest in an explosion

  • of burning hot embers.

  • Chuck collapsed to the cement, flat on his back,

  • crying out, "What the?"

  • His shirt was on fire.

  • He quickly ripped it off, stamping on it,

  • and ran toward the room.

  • I backed away from the window, scared,

  • as he barged inside, eyes wild.

  • "What did you do?" He asked.

  • "How did you do that?"

  • "I didn't do any," I began to respond.

  • But a moment later Chuck's hand roughly grabbed my jaw.

  • "I'm going to remind you who is the boss around here,"

  • he said between clenched teeth.

  • "Remember, I found you, you're mine."

  • He turned to spit again, and then I saw it.

  • Beside him standing in the doorway

  • was the same figure I had seen in the pool;

  • a monster made entirely out of water,

  • transparent, female-shaped, terrifying.

  • As Chuck spat, something impossible happened.

  • The brown spit hung midair from his lip, then solidified,

  • turning into a sharp icicle, frozen solid.

  • Chuck hardly had a moment to frown

  • because the next second the creature was behind him,

  • taking the icicle and breaking it from Chuck's lip.

  • The skin split wide open, blooded poured,

  • as Chuck shouted in agony, turning to face his attacker.

  • He went silent when they were face-to-face.

  • "What?" he stammered.

  • "What are you?"

  • The monster held up the remains of

  • the discarded gum wrappers, the litter, in her watery hand,

  • and I could almost imagine it saying, "finder's keepers".

  • A second later, the monster shoved the trash

  • down Chuck's throat along with her entire arm of water,

  • drowning my captor before my eyes.

  • He fell to his knees, choking and sputtering,

  • searching left and right for anything

  • to defend himself with.

  • But there was nothing.

  • To my surprise, Chuck had more fight in him

  • than I expected as he leapt midair toward the monster,

  • slamming his whole weight against her.

  • The monster hit the wall in a splash of water,

  • turning to a puddle beneath his feet.

  • He smirked, thinking himself the winner.

  • When the water reformed around his legs

  • and grabbing hold, swung his entire body against the wall,

  • cracking it wide open, dust flying everywhere.

  • Gashes in his head were spraying blood.

  • He kicked and clawed at the water,

  • punching the slippery substance with all his might,

  • but she only punched back even harder.

  • Slamming his head into the carpeted floor

  • over and over again making him nothing

  • but a heap of trash just like he'd treated

  • the world and me.

  • At last, she let him go and I thought Chuck

  • might be done for.

  • Then, his eyes flickered open, fixed on me,

  • and he roared with rage.

  • He crawled toward me, certain I was

  • to blame somehow for this.

  • I tried to back away, but Chuck was too fast.

  • His hand was around my throat again

  • as he spat a mix of tar and blood.

  • The whole world began to become blurry

  • as my eyes swam.

  • I was sure this was the end.

  • When suddenly, with an ear-splitting screech,

  • the monster, now the color of tar,

  • mirroring Chuck's rotten insides, no doubt,

  • flew into Chuck through his eyeballs,

  • through his ears, through his open mouth,

  • every orifice choking on the black tar-like substance.

  • He was forced to let go of my neck

  • as I scooted away as fast as I could, gasping for air.

  • Chuck's entire head began to double in size

  • like a tumor growing fast forward.

  • His beady bloodshot eyes locked onto mine

  • as if begging "please help".

  • But I simply smiled in response.

  • "Was I worth keeping, Chuck?"

  • His whole body convulsed violently

  • as his veins bulged from his skin,

  • rupturing him from the inside out.

  • Then, like a watermelon hitting cement,

  • Chuck's whole head exploded in

  • an endless gush of black tar and oozing brains.

  • A moment later he slumped and hit

  • the motel floor with a sickening thud.

  • Dead as can be.

  • I stared in disbelief, both exhilarated and horrified.

  • Whatever had just saved me, whatever that monster was,

  • she was pooling together.

  • Leaving the black tobacco-stained remains of Chuck behind

  • and becoming clear as rain again.

  • She slowly reassembled until the figure was humanoid again,

  • feminine, looking at me curiously.

  • "Are you?" I whispered.

  • "Are you going to hurt me?"

  • The monster smiled, if you can call

  • a watery pair of lips turning upward a smile.

  • Although she didn't respond,

  • I remembered the daisy and felt like

  • I could almost hear what she was thinking;

  • only if you hurt me first.

  • Then, without warning, the monster collapsed upon herself,

  • turning to a puddle of water on the floor and nothing more.

  • I slowly stood up and walked past the remains of Chuck

  • making sure to tiptoe around the puddle.

  • I didn't wanna offend my new savior.

  • But when I stepped outside, at last free,

  • breathing in the cool year, grateful to be alive,

  • I heard footsteps.

  • I looked down at the pool

  • to see three men in leather approaching.

  • The loan sharks.

  • They'd found me.

  • I was done for.

  • But as one man threw his cigarette into the pool

  • and it hissed upon impact, I smiled.

  • The water was rising again, coming for them.

  • The monster made of water, of fire, of earth, of wind,

  • she wouldn't rest until all those

  • who hurt the world suffered.

  • The monster who had found me and kept me safe.

  • Now, I knew how to spend my life, by guarding her in return.

  • As the men screamed in terror, I smiled.

  • Terra, my savior.

  • "Go ahead," I told her, "do your worst."

  • (dramatic music)

  • (water sloshing)

(eerie dramatic music)

字幕と単語

ワンタップで英和辞典検索 単語をクリックすると、意味が表示されます

B2 中上級

TERRA|『ウォーターワークス』|クリプトTV エクステンデッドユニバース|クリープパスタ (TERRA | "Water Works" | Crypt TV Extended Universe | Creepypasta)

  • 7 0
    Amy.Lin に公開 2021 年 01 月 14 日
動画の中の単語