Creepypasta stories

Painted rocks

t was July 2011 when the Polk County Rocks game spread to my area. People were painting up rocks, hiding them around and posting photos to the Facebook group set up for it. Essentially this was a big Easter egg hunt that was reaching everywhere from Lakeland to Arbuckle, with some people even finding these rocks all the way in Tampa and Apopka. I was 15 at the time and staying with my mom and her then-new husband Joe for the summer. Usually I liked this because it meant I got to be in Florida, but it also meant that I had to spend time with my younger step-siblings. So when they became obsessed with these painted rocks, I was the one who had to go along with them. Back then I was still in my edgy, Hot Topic mall-rat phase so being out in the sunshine really wasn't my idea of fun. Neither was babysitting. I couldn't drive and everywhere was connected by long stretches of highway meaning I couldn't just go out on my own whenever I wanted, so I got stuck babysitting a lot more than I liked.

I was taking Sarah (aged nine) and Tod (who had just turned seven) to the community swimming pool when they found the first one. A small pebble decorated to look like a bumblebee in the corner of the tennis court. Once they picked it up and read the rules scrawled on the bottom they immediately wanted to find more. I ended up spending the rest of that afternoon being dragged around by two excited kids and taking photos of whatever they pointed at or held up to my face. A ladybug one on a wall, a happy frog by the lake, there was even a Pikachu one in a hole on the golf course. We picked them up and carried them with us until we found places to hide them again, as were the instructions given. By the time we had to go home my legs were hurting from all the rocks stuck in my pockets. At that point I was already sick of walking around, looking along hedgerows and picking up stones but they still weren't done with the game.

The next day I was woken up by Sarah and Tod tugging my sheets and chanting "Jess! Jess! We want to play the rock game!" I tried putting my head under my pillow and ignoring them until they went away, but my mom came in and told me that "They can't go around the estate on their own," and how apparently I needed the exercise and sunlight. Before I could argue back she went ahead and bribed me with "If you do this for them today I'll drive you to see your friends in Orlando tomorrow." At that I forced myself awake and grabbed around my closet for a matching set of black shorts and tank top. (I know it's not the best color for the heat, but my wardrobe was very limited at the time.)

We set out with two grocery bags for the rocks we would keep and the ones we would re-hide, starting on our estate and leading up to the ones neighboring it. The colorful rocks were hidden amongst people's front lawn ornaments, on top of mail boxes and some were just sitting on the grass. A lot of them had big pictures, mostly in a sloppy kids-art-project style but some were very well done. There was another ladybug, a clown face, and a nicely detailed squid among the rocks we ended up carrying. Tod found a US flag one under a bench and Sarah found one that was just painted green on the pier. Being the "adult" I had to carefully get the ones hidden near bushes or the edges of the woods, because apparently I "liked snakes" and somehow that would prevent them biting me. By about midday we stopped to get sandwiches from the gas station and Tod was all tuckered out. I suggested that we stop and go to the pool or go back home to play Wii games to get out of the heat, but Sarah was determined to stay out.

Tod protested by covering his ears and shaking his head. He was red faced and clearly tired, so I couldn't drag him around anymore. I tried telling Sarah that "We have to go back for Tod, he can't play anymore" but she was having none of it. She made an exaggerated pouty face at me and kept insisting that "We don't have a full bag yet!" meaning "We have to go get more!" It was like a tug-of-war, trying to balance the interests of these two grumpy kids without making one have a tantrum at me. The best compromise I could think of was "Why don't we go home and count all the rocks we have? Maybe then we can go find some more."