Creepypastas

Trip to the zoo

Anthony hadn’t been to a zoo before, but even on his first time he was confused as to why the first animals he saw happened to be plastic. At the entrance sat an enclosure with a mote of water and a small island in the center where three plastic badgers or beavers stood, one of them was holding a sign which read “Space available.” The other two seemed to be dancing around the third, seeing that they were animatronics, he assumed that they did infect dance, but they never moved for as long as he watched. He turned to his instructor, the one guiding him and the other children on the field trip and asked, “What’s that for?”

The instructor looked off to the enclosure. “I don’t think they have a beaver exhibit here, maybe they plan on having one soon. Just using those things as a place holder.” She opened a map she had grabbed from a display. “Let’s not focus on what isn’t here though.”

Though they had been brought to the zoo to study, he couldn’t help but think about those beavers.

Anthony was, for all intents and purposes, a trouble maker, and rather violent in destructive vandalism. Possibly the reason his parents never took him to the zoo themselves. He wasn’t going to do anything in plain sight, but he had a plan in mind. Especially for those beavers.

The field trip didn’t take as long as he had expected, which was more to his benefit. They had gone late, so by the time they were leaving the park had begun its closing routine. On their way there the instructor had not called attendance so he doubted she would take it on the way back. Either way, his parents wouldn’t notice if he didn’t come home, they never did anyway.

During the tour, he detoured, emptied out a trashcan and hid inside until the zoo completely closed. He knew there would be patrols, but this wouldn’t be his first time avoiding the law to a degree.

His first acts of vandalism were small, smashing a few potted plants, wrecking the gift shop; fortunately it had not been rigged with an alarm. The true prize was the front display, the one that had annoyed him at the start. They were ugly, and not fitting for the place.

He made his way to the display, armed with toilet paper swiped from restrooms, ready to drape the automations. This plan would have gone off without a hitch, if it had not been for one issue. The beavers weren’t there any longer. He had begun to wonder if someone else had beaten him to it. There was a slight chatter from behind him, from one of the many bushes.

Anthony no longer felt confident or comfortable with what he was doing. He had the smallest desire to just get caught. Slowly he made his way to the front gates, trying to pull them open, but to no avail.

The chattering came once more, followed closely by the rustling of bush line.

Desperate, Anthony tried climbing the fence, but it was too slippery, and couldn’t get a hold. He turned around once more, and there they were. Two of the automations. They looked like they had previously, but now their eyes seemed to be sunken into their heads. They weren’t moving, and in fact appeared to be immobile once more. However, there had been three before. He turned to the gate; the third was now hanging from the other side.

He yelped and fumbled back, knocking into one of the automations which were now closer, with its arms outstretched. He turned his back on them, running away as fast as he could, shouting for help. It was at this point he realized there has yet to be even one sign of a guard of any kind. It was doubtful one would show up now anyway.

The chattering occurred once more, but this time Anthony felt a chunk come out of his leg, knocking him to the ground. He fell, looking down at his leg, and seeing that a majority of his right leg muscles had been pulled straight out. Shock set in so fast he couldn’t even feel the pain. Two of the beavers were behind him, but once more they weren’t bothering to move. He figured they wouldn’t move as long as he was looking directly at them. Slowly, he began crawling back, being sure not to break eye contact.

Once more, he backed into the third, and out of a reflexive response, turned back to make eye contact with the beaver. It wasn’t until he did so that he understood he was now no longer looking at the other two.

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Anthony’s parents came in the morning, accompanied by a few cops and their son’s instructor, all who were beginning a search through the zoo. Oddly, this wasn’t the first child to go missing; two others had previously done the same. The one detail they all missed, was the opening attraction, with no longer had a space available. There was barely enough room for all four of the beavers.