I’ve never liked taking my son, Ben, along on business trips, especially now he’s at that tireless, inquisitive age where everything is either utterly boring or fascinating. Any parent will know just what I mean. But Benâs father, whoâs a handyman, was working long hours all weekend, and the regional office had a creche I could use, so I decided to turn the trip into a weekend break. The hotel in Atlanta, Georgia was pretty, but well past itâs best, the sort of place with lots of empty rooms. Cheap, in other words, which was everything to me. The polite elderly guy on reception took a real shine to Ben and myself, and insisted on giving us the penthouse suite at the regular room-rate, since no-one else was using it.
The suite was huge: two adjoining bedrooms and a spacious lounge; plenty of space for Ben to play whilst I sat on my bed and worked on my presentation which nobody would care about.
âOld Misser Duckâs in here, mommy!â Ben ran out of the bathroom, looking delighted.
I barely looked up from my ancient laptop, plugged in as the battery went three years previously. âDo you mean âOld Mr. Duckâ, sweetie?â He couldnât yet pronounce his âTâs.
âOld Misser Duck, Old Misser Duck!â he was bouncing with glee. âHeâs in baffroom, sayinâ fings! Come see, mommy!â
I said Iâd go look later, pleased heâd made an animal friend to amuse himself, even if it was imaginary. âBut ducks donât âsayâ things, honey. They quack! So why donât you go quack back?â
I was so engrossed in my stupid project that I didnât notice that it was growing dark outside. Benâs giggles from the lounge spurred me to shut my laptop and call him in.
âIâll order us some food, buddy. Sorry mommyâs not been a whole bunch of fun today!â
âSâ OK, mommy. Old Misser duck been quack-quack-quacking how he loves you!â
This made me smile, though I wondered what had brought a duck to Benâs mind, as we were about as far from any pond as possible. That night, Ben insisted he be allowed to sleep alone in the other bedroom; I agreed as heâd been so well-behaved all evening. I heard him whispering softly until late, and figured he was excited about being away from home and making a new, make-believe friend. I imagined hearing faint, raspy âquacksâ echoing as I drifted off to sleep, and heard tiny duck footsteps somewhere above me.
The next morning I found Ben curled up under his bed in a grumpy mood.
âWhateverâs the matter, sweetheart? Doesnât Old Mister Duck want to play, today?â
âOld Misser duck lefâ me all alone lasâ nighâ. He liked seeinâ you sleep moreân me.â
I felt an icy draft tingle the gooseflesh on the back of my neck, and looked up to see that the ancient ventilation shaft above the head of Benâs bed was missing its grill cover, which I was sure hadnât been the case the previous evening. I rushed back into my room to find an identical set-up above my own bed. As I stood still and peered into the black metal passageway, just big enough to fit a person, It dawned on me that Benâs dad would have taught him the word âductâ, as he was forever fixing them in our ancient apartment block. Iâd noticed similar shafts in the suiteâs bathroom and lounge, too.
âYou lookinâ for Old Misser Duck? Sâ OK, Mommy. He quacked me where we lived, so I quacked him our address!â
Credit: Hack Shuck
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Is it just me, or is misser duck the polite elderly receptionist who took an unusual liking to the complete strangers? Either that, or he was in cahoots with the actual duct man. Why else would he offer a penthouse suite for regular price? I would bet the motel owner had a common practice of putting vulnerable seeming women in there to spy on them and record them in the bathroom and while sleeping. A kid who will tell addresses is an added bonus!
Eep..worst thing ever…my kid talking to a stranger.Nice one.
Not really creepy but I loved the way that each little clue fit seamlessly into the story then turned out to be super important. How his dad was a handyman, how he couldn’t pronounce his T’s, it all was very relevant but just seemed like meaningless information at the beginning. Oh, and I guess the guy crawling around in the ducts must have been the old guy at reception who “took a shine” to them. And that’s why he gave them the suite because it was probably the only room where he could crawl through the ducts. Pretty agile for an old man though…
I was expecting some possessed rubber duck or something, but holy shit that was crazy good!
That’s pretty good!
Oooh nice
Well… shit met fan quite fast
Can someine explain the ending
[spoiler title=” “]the kid wasn’t saying “duck” he was trying to say “duct”because a man was crawling in the air ducts at night and talking(quacking,as his mom corrected him)to the boy.