The Crawl Space Creeper Statement of Rocky Katherine, regarding her encounter with an entity of some sort. Original statement given May 23, 2003. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, head archivist of the Magnus Institute. Austin, statement begins "So, I never did acknowledge most... disturbing things in my life. I mostly ignored them fine enough, just focused on trying to find explanations. But, ever since finding about this program, and, considering this was something I just can't find a logical explanation for, I thought it would be a good idea to go ahead and submit this, even if I reside in America, as of now at least,” "It just started with flickering lights. And, as I say this now, I can barely write this without my hand shaking. ...It was... so, much more than flickering lights... The lights would flicker on and off constantly. So I replaced the bulbs. Everything was fine for a while, but the flickering started again. I always had a thing for horror, so I became increasingly paranoid and jumpy, well, more so than I already was. I even think I had a nightmare once? It was strange..." "It eventually progressed into all of the electricity turning off and surging, only for short amounts of time though. Maybe 2 minutes or so. It started getting longer, and longer, until I called a professional to come and look at the wiring. They said nothing was wrong though, so I just kept living in the house. I mean- I didn't have anywhere else to go at the time." "I had someone set up to come and buy the house in a few weeks, and using the money, I planned to buy a house in a better area, since the current home wasn't in a good place considering crime. But, because of the flickering lights, my buyer refused to buy the house, so I resigned myself to staying in the house for a few more months- or years- until I could get the wiring fully fixed." "Then, came the ticking noise. The mind numbing, headache inducing, horrible ticking noise. Almost 4 times a day, this rapid-fire ticking noise would start up. It sounded like teeth chattering- It made my jaw ache even though I wasn't the one making the noise. Then, the power would go out for a few minutes. The ticking noise got louder, and the lights went out longer. And believe me when I say this, the ticking noise was *inside my head.* It was so mind numbingly loud, but no one else could hear it. I tried to tell them- I had guests over- but they never heard it. They gave me looks- looks that were a mix of pity and concern. I stopped trying to tell them soon enough." "Eventually, the lights would start going off for hours. It almost became a part of my routine. I had a flashlight on me constantly, and I was taking painkillers almost compulsively even to just tolerate the headaches, it was the only thing that made me feel even a sliver of sane. On second thought, I really shouldn't have taken so many painkillers- But I didn't know what else to do. I was already so... scrambled." "One day, this, horrible reek started coming from the vents, like, unbearable. I have vents in the floor of my house that connect to a crawlspace. I went to investigate. I crawled into there, and it was a repulsive sight. Piles and piles of food trash. Emptied snack packets, apple cores, empty plastic bottles. And it reeked. My eyes watered. And the strangest thing were the two largest piles. One was just a huge mass of... toothpaste, strangely enough. It was blue and minty, and it seemed so strange and out of place...The other pile was the tubes of toothpaste, but, they weren't... empty. They were filled with this foul smelling yellowish-white cream that smelled like cat vomit and rotting food. Almost like a dead body. My eyes watered immediately upon seeing it and I had to leave the crawl space immediately." "So I called some family to help me clean everything. The thought that someone could've been living under my house didn't even occur because of all the stress and anxiety I was already under. It took a few hours and it was cleaned out. The foul smell still lingered there though, so I stayed with my parents for a few days." "Upon returning to my house, the ticking had only gotten louder and the blackouts longer. One day, my cat, Bramblepelt, was continuously vomiting, and, I mean, more than a cat should. And it was a neon-blue. I had thought that he might've gotten into my toothpaste tube, but I checked and it hadn't even been opened. I started up my car, planning to take him to the vet, and somewhere on the way there started being clots of blood in his vomit. He died before we got there..."
"The vet still examined him and said that his stomach was bloated and stretched beyond its capacity, because it was completely full of toothpaste. Like some sicko pumped toothpaste straight into his stomach. They couldn't explain how it got there... I can't even imagine how much he suffered before he died... But... they also noticed... something else... His intestines were in late stages of decomposition. But- He was acting as normal as any other cat the other day- I still don't- I'm just glad he's not suffering, anymore. I'll leave it at that." "It was January 24th when this happened. I just got home from the vet and was still in shock. I thought I was just going to go to sleep after all of this, since it was 1:00 in the morning. But the ticking started again, just when I thought it couldn't get any worse. I tried to ignore it and go to sleep, but after about 20 minutes, I got up to take some ibuprofen from the kitchen. I had just swallowed the pill when the ticking stopped and the lights went out. I turned around to go to my bedroom upstairs, when I heard the metallic rattling of a vent on the other side of the kitchen. The vent opened, almost on its own. And out came this horrible looking creature. Its muscles and bones bent and twisted in unnatural ways as it squeezed through the small vent, it reminded me of- of God, I don't know what. It had bones, but they didn't act *like bones*. You could hear this *horrible* squelching sound, like tearing flesh. It moved in such a way that you could barely keep your eyes on it, though it wasn't fast. It was- It was like a lenticular painting, those things where they change appearance based on what angle to look at it. It just... shifted. It had antlers- I think they were antlers- they might've- I don't want to say if they were bones or not, some things are better off left undecided. Every time I looked at it, it looked different. I can't describe it besides the basic things I saw. One moment it was smiling and the next it didn't have a mouth. I do remember it's fur. I wish I didn't. It was brown and looked like a worn-out carpet or a bad taxidermy. It smelled *rancid*. That same distinct smell of rot and menthol that was under the crawlspace. I couldn't do anything but stare in shock. The creature slowly made its way up the stairs and towards my bedroom. It didn't even seem to notice me- didn't even care, even though it staggered right past me. I made a sprint for the front door and slammed it behind me. I got into my car and just drove until I reached a police station where- Of course- They didn't believe me. Especially after telling them about the painkillers and sleep deprivation." "Ever since then I've been living with my parents. I'm still too haunted to even sell that house and make anyone else go through what I went through. That's all I have to say." Statement ends. I am extremely tempted to disregard this as delusions of someone who consumed too much horror media, had a second-rate electrician, was high on ibuprofen, and in shock from the death of a pet. Especially with no addresses, vet clinics, electric companies, or anything else of the sort ever noted. Sasha did get a lead though, a property owned by one Rocky Katherine, but she wasn't able to find anything relating to creatures or any of the sort. Sasha tried to get the records of local vet clinics, but she wasn't able to access the patient data. We found a town, Austin, actually. But it's a large town and there are so many possibilities that any sufficient research would likely lead us down a completely unrelated rabbit hole. Overall, I'm writing this off as "discredited" and calling it a day. It is highly likely that Miss Rocky Katherine was hallucinating due to a mixture of sleep deprivation, grief, and ibuprofen. Record ends.
