Outside, the garage chimed and lifted its door to reveal the waiting car. The weather box on the fron door sang quietly: 'Rain, rain, go away rubbers, raincoats for today.' And the rain tapped on the empty house, echoing. Somewhere in the walls, relays clicked, memory tapes glided under electric eyes.Įight-one, tick-tock, eight-one o'clock, off to school, off to work, run, run, eight-one! But no doors slammed, no carpets took the soft tread of rubber heels. Insurance is payable, as are the water, gas, and light bills.' Today is the anniversary of Tilita's marriage. 'Today is August 4, 2026,' said a second voice from the kitchen ceiling., 'in the city of Allendale, California.' It repeated the date three times for memory's sake. In the kitchen the breakfast stove gave a hissing sigh and ejected from its warm interior eight pieces of perfectly browned toast, eight eggs sunnyside up, sixteen slices of bacon, two coffees, and two cool glasses of milk. The clock ticked on, repeating and repeating its sounds into the emptiness.

In the living room the voice-clock sang, Tick-tock, seven o'clock, time to get up, time to get up, seven o'clock! as if it were afraid nobody would. There Will Come Soft Rains by Ray Bradbury I mean, it was added on the game as an easter egg so I guess that makes sense ( Ya'll can find it here if you're interested: https :// /watch?v= PhWwSiVaaLE ).

To be honest, it kinda reminds me of the post-apocalyptic game, Fallout. It's a poem/short story written by the science fiction author Ray Bradbury (1920-2012) back in 1950. Note: This isn't really a creepypasta, but it's pretty disturbing so I decided to put it here.

August 2026 there will come soft rains