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Welcome back to Creepcast.
How are you guys doing today?
Today we are doing the famous creepypasta run.
We've been on a very, very big R slash no sleep kick.
And the problem with doing normal creepypasta is that a lot of them are very, very short.
And if we only did one and we focused on one, some of these podcasts would be three minutes long.
I mean, it would be a very quick episode.
So today we're going to run through
probably almost try to get all of the key big old creepypastas.
And we're just putting them all into a grab bag here for you.
And we're just going to run through every single one of them.
So, some of these you probably have definitely heard, read, or whatever, but we're, I, once again, as always, I have not, I have not read any of these classics.
All right.
We've touched on some of them.
Like, I'm looking at, we're also on creepypasta.com.
We're looking at some of them here, and I see like 1999 is at the top of creepypasta.com.
We've read that.
We tried reading bedtime before.
was boring as hell.
I think that's whenever me and Isaiah were in person.
We tried reading it, et cetera.
It was.
And then we've read Ben Drowned.
So there's some on here that we've read already, but I see one at the top here that I feel like I've heard of before called Candle Cove that I believe we're going to start with today.
So some of these are ranging from, it says less than a minute, and I think the longest we'll ever read is like 10 minutes.
So it's going to be, it's going to be a lot of them.
So buckle in.
It's going to be a bumpy ride.
It's going to be a bumpy ride.
So what we're doing here is Hunter, frankly, has it too good, right?
Like this guy listens to some of the best selected off of no sleep.
He listens to like these two-hour long things that are eventually adapted into books.
And he hasn't put up with what I've put up with, what a lot of us have, of these like
five-minute horror stories that would happen once in like 2016.
And we had to make those last for months until something else came out.
Okay.
I really have been eating nothing but prime rib or whatever.
And then now I go around like my buddy's taking you to the gas station.
Yeah, exactly.
Now I'm getting a filet mignon from 7-Eleven.
That's
And I need that.
I need to have that perspective.
But it's been there two weeks, but they reheated it on like the hot dog roller racks for a bit.
So it kind of looks fresh from a distance, but then you get in the car and you open the bag and it's like,
that was a bad move.
Yeah.
I shouldn't have done that.
Yeah.
Yeah.
So I'm looking forward to it.
I'm looking forward
to it.
That's what we're going to do.
I've heard these things.
I've hurt him more.
I think Candlecove is going to be probably the longest one we're going to read.
I want to take him through a lot of the micro horror instances, the things that I know about and you know about, but he doesn't know about.
Sure.
I have a plan here to make this bad for him, and I can't wait.
So are we starting?
Do you want to start with a long one to kind of like because I'll start with Candle Cove?
I've heard Candle Cove is supposed to be pretty good.
Candle Cove is different.
Candlecove is different than the other stuff.
We're going to go through Harold Brine.
We're going to go through Lavender Town syndrome.
We're going to go through some of the bangers.
As long as they're not all.
I just don't want to do.
I hate video game shit.
Like Lavender Town, that sounds cool.
I don't know what the fuck that is.
That's a shame, huh?
That's a shame because you don't, you're not picking today.
Okay.
All I know is I saw there was like Sonic XEX, and then I said, I was like, oh, Suicide Mouse.
And you're like, that's Mickey Mouse or whatever.
And I was like, oh.
So we'll see.
You know, Sonic.exe.
We did it at the last time.
No, no,
I know that for sure.
I know that there's Sonic.
That's why I was scrolling through.
I was like, oh, God.
And I just remember because we've talked, it's not like we've never talked about some of these before before in the past, but it's mostly been like passing.
Like, sure, just being like, oh, yeah, there was a lot of like video game stuff because we did Sonic XE, XEX, whatever.
What was the,
I feel like we did another video game one.
Didn't we do another video game one?
It's about Legend of Zero.
It was the Legend of Zelda.
That's what it was.
So, yeah, when we were, I think, even then, we were talking, talking about how it was just like, oh, yeah, insert good.
You'll never forget about me, Hunter.
I almost did.
I feel like that's why my life has been so much better lately, is because that was out of the mental cortex.
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It's me.
I'm very excited, though.
I'm excited to, I think that this is going to be a fun experience.
You know what's fun about an episode like this, too, that I was just thinking about?
You know what I mean?
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they're going to go in blind just like me.
And then there's tons of seasoned veterans, readers.
who their eyes have glazed over multiple times and they're they're they're twiddling their fingers probably and it's awesome foaming at the mouth yes exactly don't forget it
we're going to destroy them just crush them i can't wait candle cove let's start off
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Back to episode Don't Get Too Scared.
So, our beginning is entries from a net nostalgia forum about local television shows.
The first entry comes from Sky Shell 33.
The subject is Candle Cove Local Kid Show.
And Sky Shell asks, does anyone remember this kid show?
It was called Candle Cove and I must have been six or seven.
I never found reference to it anywhere.
So I think it was on a local station around 1971 or 1972.
I lived in Ironton at the time.
I don't remember which station, but I do remember it was on at a a weird time, like 4 p.m.
I'm Mike Payner, 65.
Responding to the subject of the post above.
It seems really familiar to me.
I grew up outside of Ashland and was nine years old in 1972.
Candle Cove was...
Was it about pirates?
I remember a pirate marionette at the mouth of a cave talking to a little girl.
Skyshell responds.
Yes, okay, I'm not crazy.
I remember Pirate Percy.
I was always kind of scared of him.
He looked like he was built from parts of other dolls.
Real low budget.
His head was an old porcelain baby doll.
Looked like an antique that didn't belong on the body.
I don't remember what station this was.
I don't think it was WTSF, though.
Jarin 2005 says, sorry to resurrect this old thread, but I know exactly what show you mean.
Sky Shale.
I think Candlecove ran only for a couple months in 71, not 72.
I was 12 and I watched it a few times with my brother.
It was Channel 58.
Whatever station that was.
My mom would let me switch to it after the news.
Let me see what I remember.
It took place in Candle Cove.
And it was about a little girl who imagined herself to be friends with pirates.
The pirate ship was called the Laughing Stock.
And the pirate Percy wasn't a very good pirate because he got scared too easily.
And
there was a Calliop music constantly playing.
Don't remember the girl's name.
Janice or Jade or something.
I think it was Janice.
Sky Shall replies to that and says, thank you, Jared.
Memories flooded back when you mentioned Laughingstock in Channel 58.
I remember the bow of the ship was a wooden smiling face with the lower jaw submerged.
It looked like it was swallowing the sea and it had that awful Edwin voice and laugh.
I especially remember how jarring it was when they switched from the wooden plastic model to the foam puppet version of the head that talked.
Mike responds again and says, I remember now too.
Do you remember this part, Sky Shale?
You have to go inside.
And Sky Shell replies to that and says, ah, Mike, I got a chill reading that.
Yes, I remember.
That's what the ship always told Percy when there's a spooky place he had to go in, like a cave or a dark room where the treasure was.
And the camera would push in on Laughingstock's face with each pause.
You have to go inside.
With his two eyes askew and that flopping foam jaw and the fishing line that opened and closed it.
Ah, it just looks so cheap and awful.
You guys remember the villain.
He had a face that was just a handlebar mustache above really tall, narrow teeth.
I just noticed that the guy's name is Kevin Hart.
Yes, this person's name is Kevin Hart.
Could be the candor Kevin Hart.
How do we know it's not the professional, the huge stand-up comedian Kevin Hart?
We'll never know.
I think you should do that voice.
I am not
going to.
I don't know what could possibly be.
I think that that's going to be.
You know what?
I think that I just.
I honestly.
No,
I'm joking.
I honestly thought that the villain was Pirate Percy.
I was about five when this show was on.
Jaron says, that wasn't the villain.
The puppet with the mustache?
That was the villain's sidekick.
Horace Horrible.
He had a monocle too, but it was on top of the mustache.
I used to think that meant he only had one eye.
But yeah, the villain was another marionette.
The skin taker.
What the fuck?
The skin taker.
I can't believe what they let us watch back then.
Holy hell,
that just turned up to 11.
Everyone's like, yeah, Patty Ripercy.
Horror is horrible.
No, it was the skin taker.
The skin taker.
That's what you're forgetting.
Oh, yeah, that is what I'm forgetting, huh?
I forgot about the skin taker.
That was the naked man.
That was the blue for the series.
The skin taker.
The skin taker.
The man who was completely naked on screens trying to extend his foreskin.
Yeah, so Kevin Hart again says, Jesus Christ, the skin taker.
Good God, what kind of
show were we watching?
I seriously could not look at the screen when the skin taker showed up.
He just descended out of nowhere on his strings, just a dirty skeleton wearing that brown top hat and cape and his glass eyes that were too big for his skull.
Christ almighty.
It just goes straight from like
they grounded it back down.
You know, I like they ground it back down with him being like, oh, it was a skeleton with a cape and hat, whatever.
So it's still, it's still in the vein of this children's show.
It's not like it's some, you know.
It's a little too dark thematically, but you can still
think of it as a children's show.
Yeah.
I mean, if it was.
It makes you ask the question, like, why were we, why did they let kids watch this?
But it doesn't break it out of, like, okay, we weren't watching a kid's show yet.
It's just like, why would this be in a kid show?
I really hope that it wasn't, uh, they didn't even go into it.
And people were just like, yeah, but that wasn't the villain.
It was Cyanide Sidney.
Oh, yeah, that's right.
Cyanide Sidney.
But
she wasn't the main villain.
It was Al-Qaeda Al.
You're like, no.
Yeah, Al-Qaeda Al, who he was scary.
But
it just keeps going and going.
That wasn't the villain.
It was Nazi Nigel.
It was Nazi Nigel.
Just progressively more like messed up.
Uh-oh.
Yeah, you guys are, you know, I can see how you could get that wrong, but actually the main villain was Foreskin Frank.
They get to the end.
It's like, guys, that wasn't the villain.
It was Jeffrey Dahmer.
Yeah.
Yeah.
And the whole, and at the end of the deal, the show was ran by Jeffrey Dahmer.
Dude,
and that's the way it would end.
I like to think that all the puppets are just foreskin references, where it's just like,
I bet you would, wouldn't you?
Well, I just mean, can you imagine the guy people being like, sure.
Okay, fine.
Never mind.
No, no, Hunter.
I would imagine people being like.
I was just going to say that wouldn't it be fucking crazy?
Wouldn't it be the fucking craziest fucking thing
if
all the puppets were foreskin related?
And then at the end, Isaiah, it turns out that all the puppets were made out of kids' foreskins.
And it was a disgruntled man who was clipped when he was younger.
I see.
I see.
Like, like they took it from me kind of attitude about it.
You think a lot about children's foreskins.
And then you get the, and then you get the classic pedophilia kind of angle that all these things have, right?
Yes, yeah.
They always
have that
stranger danger kind of thing.
Exactly.
If the creepy posit doesn't have it, then I feel like people got laughed off the internet.
Yeah, somewhere in the list of like actual villains, it's like, oh, pedophile Pete.
Like, he's a.
Yeah, that's what I'm saying.
Yeah.
They're all essentially the same character.
They're just made of different free skin.
Anyway,
I'm going back to the...
Every puppet has a turtleneck.
Yeah, so they say that.
Kevin Hart doesn't.
Sky Shell says.
Wasn't his top hat and cloak all sewn up crazily?
Was that supposed to be children's skin?
Sewn up crazily.
I was just sewn up on it crazy style.
Was that supposed to be children's skin, see?
Already getting it to the foreskin angle.
Who knows?
This goes back to my thesis of you making things like five steps further than where like they need to be at any time for the story you just like dive in mike painter says yeah i think so remember his mouth didn't open and close he just uh his jaw just slid back and forth i remember the little girl said why does your mouth move like that and the skin taker did look at the girl but at the camera and said to grind your skin That would that would be a bit haunting, if I'm being honest.
For children's television?
Yeah.
To grind your skin?
I'd say so.
Sky Show replies and says, I'm so relieved that other people remember this terrible show.
I used to have this awful memory.
A bad dream I had where the opening jingle ended.
The show faded in from black.
And all the characters were there, but the camera was just cutting to each of their faces.
And they were just screaming.
And the puppets and marionettes were flailing spastically and just all screaming.
Screaming.
The girl was just moaning and crying like she had been through hours of this.
I woke up many times from that nightmare.
I used to wet the bed when I had it.
I don't think that was a dream.
I remember that.
I remember that was an episode.
Skyshow replies and says, no, no, no, not possible.
There was no plot or anything.
I mean, literally just standing in place crying and screaming for the whole show.
Maybe I'm manufacturing the memory because you said that, but I swear to God, I remember seeing what you described.
It just screamed.
Oh, God, yes.
Little girl, Janice.
I remember seeing her shake and the skin taker screaming through his gnashing teeth, his jaws careening so wildly, I thought it would come off its wire hinges.
I turned it off and it was the last time I watched.
I read to tell my brother, I read it to my brother and we didn't have the courage to turn it back on.
I visited my mom today at the nursing home.
I asked her about it when I was little in the early 70s, when I was eight or nine, and if she remembered a kids show, Candle Cove.
She said she was surprised I couldn't remember that, and I asked why.
And she said, because I used to to think it was so strange that you said, I'm going to be...
Or, sorry, this is type weird.
Because I used to think it was so strange that you said, I'm going to go watch Candle Cove now, mom.
And then you would tune the TV to static and just watch dead air for 30 minutes.
You had a big imagination with your little pirate show.
And.
There you go.
The classic.
That's a classic one of children's show, kind of like some it vibes of like kids only experience it.
Do you think 1999 was kind of inspired by that?
Because what did this, yeah, the 2009.
Okay.
So this story comes from like, okay, so the author of this story was Chris Straub, who, if you're familiar with online horror, is like a legend.
He made Local 58 among a bunch of other like
horror works online.
He was one of the first to like utilize like second generation internet for horror storytelling, in my opinion.
Like he gave birth to like analog horror genre as like a horror genre and stuff like that.
So as soon as he made this story and things like it, a ton of stories spouted off of it.
I remember a bunch of people, like in
1999, the channel's Caladon Local 21, but a bunch of people would tie it in to like
Like, well, they both aired.
on channel 58 or whatever right same universe kind of thing same universe kind of thing yeah even earlier in this story he says that channel 58 had Candle Cove on it.
And Channel 58 was, you know, the basis for eventually local 58, like the first analog horror story.
So, like, Chris Traub created a lot of modern internet horror culture.
And if I remember right, Candle Cove was a set of a bunch of series of stories that all spouted out at the same place.
I mean, it was the same idea.
It was probably so influential at the time.
I mean,
looking at it from there too, 2009, that's like, that's got to be some of the reasons that like i don't know r slash no sleep came around because even the way that it's supposed to be like oh these are posts on the internet like utilizing that kind of uh
that that vibe of oh these are actual people talking to each other even though it's in a story format that i wonder what the influence is to even just be like oh this is all supposed to be like utilizing like reddit as a horror yeah you know place to post a story that feels real and it's more immersive even like twitter args all that kind of shit like it's you know yeah it feels like it all stems from this thing and i do remember now, too, there's that show on Shudder.
What was that called?
Yeah.
We've talked about that briefly.
We have talked about briefly.
The first season is about Candle Cove.
Yeah.
So
it's cool to see the influence just kind of go over.
I never finished the, I think I've watched the first episode.
I remember I thought the first episode was kind of cool, but I don't know if I don't know if the series.
Maybe the viewers might know or listeners might have an idea if the show was any good.
Because did you see it watch Channel Zero at all?
I remember,
okay, so from what I've heard generally mentioned about it online is that
they did good in some places by taking these stories and adapting them, but also some authors felt kind of slighted by how they did it.
Didn't think they interpreted it right.
Didn't think they were adaptation.
Yeah, I remember there was some drama about it.
I would like to watch it for myself to know.
Well, you know, it'd be fun is to read it.
If we did like a creep TV for Channel Zero.
If we did a creep TV for Channel zero, but we should read the stuff too and then be like, How do they adapt it?
Because, like, now reading Candle Cove, granted, it's going to be one of those things where they're just like, That's a great premise, and they're probably going to expand.
They're just like, Let's make a full season arc out of like the kid.
It's probably the guys meeting up and being like, Do you remember this thing?
And then he like, you know, it's kind of like it.
You get all the people back together, they come back, and they try to figure out what the fuck was going on or whatever.
But I, I think, is it each season a new creepypasta?
Each season's a new creepypasta.
So, if season one is Candle Cove, one of them's No End House, I think.
Really?
That'd be kind of fun.
If I'm right.
The fourth one is Stairs of the Woods.
I'm a search and rescue officer.
Yeah.
Yeah.
The Butcher's Block.
So it's Candle Cove, No End House, Butcher's Block, The Dream Door.
Those are the four seasons.
I think Dream Door might be No End House.
I could be wrong.
Hold on.
Channel Zero are Creepy World.
Discover a Door in the Basement, The Secret Starts, whatever.
Young Woman and her schizophrenia.
Yeah, okay.
okay, so no, here it is.
Season one's Candle Cove.
Yeah.
Season two is No End House.
Yeah.
Okay.
And then season three is Butcher's Block.
Yes.
And then season four is the Dream.
The Butcher's Block is the one that is,
I'm a search and rescue officer, so therefore the Stairs in the Woods.
The Butcher's Block is the one that uses Stairs in the Woods.
And
the Dream Door is based on the creepypasta, The Hidden Door by Charlotte Bywater, which is the only one we haven't read out of the four that they adapted.
Oh, so we all we would have to do is read that, and I think that'd be a fun deep dive.
Horror space, but yeah, Candle Cove was a classic for a reason.
Shout out to the bad.
So, after giving you, after giving you like
a fresh cheeseburger, so to speak, you know, kind of short, but like does its job well and stuff like that.
We're now going to dive you into something else.
So, I think we should skip ahead to
Dead Bart.
I think that's a great one today.
Dead Bart.
Can't wait for this.
I fucking hated the squid word thing.
God damn it.
So this is another peak era.
This is a year after Kano Cove.
So this is whenever.
2010.
This is
early on.
But I will say I love an early creepypasta stuff, just children writing horror stories.
There's something about children that are so, that's just so funny, the unfiltered nature of...
what they think is the way they're increasing.
Yeah, like how they articulate things.
So fascinating.
All right.
So with that,
Dead Bart.
Here we go.
Written originally by K.I.
Simpson.
Could that be
potentially the name of the page?
That's a fucking
pseudonym?
We're not sure.
That's a pseudonym.
It has to be.
If that person was just like,
I'm going to make a Simpsons horror thing and they didn't even put two and two together.
That's so fucked.
Okay, so
here we go.
You know how Fox has a weird way of counting Simpsons episodes?
They refuse to count a couple of them, making the amount of episodes inconsistent.
The reason for this is a lost episode from season one.
Okay, already I have no idea what you're talking about.
I already don't understand what you mean by, you know, how Fox is a weird.
It's like, no.
What do you mean?
There's
DVDs.
There's tons of
documented source.
Okay.
Listen, listen, this is the point.
Because if a kid comes along and reads this, they're just going to be like, oh, I guess Fox has a weird way of counting.
Yeah, like they're not going to check.
Oh, yeah.
Especially in a 20-hour show.
That's an old person's show.
That's an old person's show.
Yeah, exactly.
Exactly.
Yes.
Now you're thinking, right.
You've got to put yourself in the mindset of
being nine years old, scrolling through YouTube and hearing like readings of these stories.
And when a narrator with like scary piano music in the background goes, you know how Fox has a weird way of counting shows?
I don't, I'm like, okay, they do.
Got it.
I get it.
Yeah.
Yeah, exactly.
Now you're locked in.
So keeping that in mind, finding details about this missing episode is difficult.
No one who was working on the show at the time likes to talk about it.
From what has been pieced together, the last episode was written entirely by Matt Groening.
During production of the first season, Matt started to act strangely.
He was very quiet.
seemed nervous and morbid.
Mentioning this to anyone who
Mentioning this to anyone who was present results in them getting very angry and forbidding you to ever mention it to Matt.
The episode's production number was 7G44.
The title was Dead Bart.
In addition to getting angry, asking anyone who was on the show about this caused them to do everything they can to stop you from directly communicating with Matt groaning.
At a fan event, I managed to follow him after he spoke to the crowd and eventually had a chance to talk to him alone as he was leaving the building.
He didn't seem upset that I had followed him, probably expected a typical encounter with an obsessive fan.
When I mentioned the lost episode though, all color drained from his face and he started trembling.
When I asked him if he could tell me any details, he sounded like he was on the verge of tears.
He grabbed a piece of paper, wrote something on it, and handed it to me.
He begged me to never mention the episode again.
The piece of paper had a website address on it.
I would rather not say what it was, for reasons you'll see in a second.
I entered the address into my browser and I came to a site that was completely black except for a line of yellow text, a download link.
I clicked on it and a file started downloading.
Once the file was downloaded, my computer went crazy.
It was the worst virus I'd ever seen.
System restore didn't work.
The entire computer had to be rebooted.
Before doing this though, I copied the file onto a CD.
I tried to open it on my now empty computer, and as I suspected, there was an episode of The Simpsons on it.
The episode started off like any other episode, but had very poor quality animation.
If you've seen the original animation for Some Enchanted Evening, it was similar, but less stable.
The first act was fairly normal, but the way the characters acted was a little off.
Homer seemed angrier.
Marge Marge seemed depressed.
Lisa seemed anxious.
Bart seemed to have genuine anger and hatred for his parents.
Homer seemed more angry.
He strangles his son every episode in the seasons.
He's even more angry.
He's even more angry now.
Hunter, I need you to take this seriously.
Sorry.
You're reading history right now.
That is true.
It's like reading the Declaration of Independence and like giggle.
Yes.
This is like scrolling through the Codex Graphica.
Like, there's a reverence here.
Stand upright.
Actually, one second.
I'm getting ready to have a diarrhea.
One second.
Is that real?
Hunter just texted me.
So much.
I had a bad tamale yesterday.
And it's been buckets of liquid ever since.
Must have been a big tamale.
I think rotten peppers, maybe, because it's fighting me on its way back out.
Had to get chapstick.
Gosh, he's disgusting.
Feels like Buffalo Wild Wing's blazing challenge.
I'm getting so many play-by-planes.
He keeps texting me details
of how it's going.
I'm tearing up thinking about it.
Oh,
that's really
cool, dude.
Okay, sorry about that.
Now you're good, man.
Okay.
The episode was about the Simpsons going on a plane trip.
Near the end of the first act, the plane was taking off.
Bart was fooling around, as you'd expect.
However, as the plane was about 50 feet off the ground, Bart broke a window on the plane and was sucked out.
Something funny, Hunter.
That's just funny.
I like the idea of like, as about 50 feet off the ground, he just broke.
Bart broke a window.
He just like punched out a fucking window and got sucked out of the plane.
The pressure difference wouldn't be enough at 50 feet.
50 feet
close to the ground.
Yeah.
Yeah, planes are at 50 feet above ground for like a millisecond.
Yeah.
I mean, yeah, you're going fast, but I don't think you would just get immediately sucked out of the window.
No, no, no.
Because it's the same pressure.
It's the same pressure in the plane and out.
So no, there wouldn't be any like pull either way.
I mean, speed, it'd be like a car that's going fast and like there's wind outside but wouldn't it be a pressure difference at the beginning of the series matt had an idea that the animated style the simpsons world represented life and that death turned things more realistic this was used in this episode the picture of bart's corpse was barely recognizable they took full advantage of it not having to move and made it almost photorealistic drawing of his dead body.
There we go.
There's photorealism, Hunter.
Yeah, I already counted it.
I know.
And hyper-realistic.
Photorealism, hyperrealistic, and then like realistic blood.
I expect to see all the.
Similar to what you were saying at the beginning, where it's like, no, he didn't.
That idea of like, Matt had an idea that the animation would represent life and that death turned things more realistic.
That's what you were talking about.
But once you unveiled the idea, though, that people are just like, yeah, you have to be like, put yourself in the mind of a kid, being like, sure.
He really did think like that, didn't he?
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah.
I've never seen The Simpsons, but I get it.
I know what you're saying.
Yeah.
I also really like, I also really like, and made an almost photorealistic drawing of his dead body.
And it's like Bart is a
super round bulbous yellow man with no hair and just spikes on his head.
It's like, look how really looks.
Wow.
It's like I'm there.
Damn.
Act one ended with the shot of Bart's corpse.
When Act 2 started, Homer, Marge, and Lisa were sitting at their table crying.
The crying went on and on.
It got more pained.
It sounded more realistic.
Better acting than you would think possible.
The animation started to decay even more as they cried, and you could hear murmuring in the background.
This crying went on for all of Act 2.
Act 3 opened with the title card saying one year had passed.
Homer Marge and Lisa were skeletally thin.
and still sitting at the table.
There was no sign of Maggie or the pets.
They decided to visit Bart's grave.
Springfield was completely deserted, and as they walked to the cemetery, the house became more and more decrepit.
They all looked abandoned.
When they got to the grave, Bart's body was just lying in front of his tombstone, looking just like it did at the end of Act 1.
The family started crying again.
Eventually, they stopped and just stared at Bart's body.
The camera zoomed in on Homer's face.
According to summaries, Homer tells a joke at this part, but it it isn't audible in the version I saw.
You can't tell what Homer is saying.
The view zoomed out as the episode came to a close.
The tombstones in the background had the names of every Simpsons guest star on them.
Some that no one had heard of in 1989, some that haven't been on the show yet.
All of them had death dates on them.
For guests who died since, like Michael Jackson and George Harrison, the dates were when they would die.
You could try to use the tombstone to predict the death of Lenny Simpson's guest stars, but there's something odd about most of the ones who haven't died yet.
All their deaths are listed as the same date.
Dun dun dun.
And that's the end of Dead Bard.
That was really lame.
Yeah, no, you loved it.
You loved it.
That was pretty lame.
Like, all the summaries of it say there's a joke.
Like, what summaries?
I thought you had a virus to, like, download this on a piece of paper that the Matt Groenan handed you.
Also, the implication that there's going to be a mass extinction event that kills everyone that you can tell because if you go to the Simpsons episode, you can look at it.
I will say
that was a fun twist.
I did not expect.
I thought that it was just going to be like, I got really scared and turned it off.
Instead,
at least it went the angle of being like, yeah, everyone dies the same day.
That'd be so funny, though.
Also, this does play into the idea that The Simpsons predict the future.
Like that meme.
Of course.
So, you know what?
You know what?
Actually, more Brownie points.
Not bad.
Yeah.
Way better than Ben Drown.
Way better.
Ben Drown.
I'll say that.
Ben Drowned was good until it got to the text part.
I liked the part of Ben Drown that was like,
I found the game from this old man.
And it's like,
we are now on to Gateway of the Mind.
Are you ready for this one?
Gateway of the mind.
This was actually one of my favorites when I was a kid.
When I read this one, this was like one of my top.
I loved this one a lot.
Written by.
So by an anonymous author.
I don't even want to tell you I am.
I need you to take this seriously, Hunter.
I am.
Okay, because this meant a lot to me.
This is a very important story to me, Hunter.
Okay.
Yep.
All right.
In 1983, a team of deeply pious scientists conducted a radical experiment in an undisclosed facility.
I like that.
Pious, radical, undisclosed, like the three.
We have Webster's dictionary here writing the story.
They're on lock.
Dude, this this was revolutionary.
If you read like Dead Bart and Jeff the Killer, then you get all three of those adjectives.
Yeah, and then,
whoa,
did a professor write this?
He's a scholar.
Yeah, this is an A-plus student for sure.
The scientists had theorized that a human without access to any senses or ways to perceive stimuli would be able to perceive the presence of God.
They believed that the five senses clouded our awareness of eternity, and without them, a human could actually establish contact with God by thought.
An elderly man who claimed to have nothing left to live for was the only test subject to volunteer.
To purge him of all his senses, the scientists performed a complex operation in which every sensory nerve connection to the brain was surgically severed.
Although the test subject retained full muscular function, he could not see, hear, taste, smell, or feel.
With no possible way to communicate with or even sense the outside world, he was alone with his thoughts.
Scientists monitored him as he spoke aloud about his state of mind in jumbled, slurred sentences that he couldn't even hear.
After four days, the man claimed to be hearing hushed, unintelligible voices in his head.
Assuming it was an onset of psychosis, the scientists paid little attention to the man's concerns.
Two days later, the man cried that he could hear his dead wife speaking with him.
And even more, he could communicate back.
The scientists were intrigued, but were not convinced until the subject started naming dead relatives of the scientist.
He repeated personal information to the scientists that only their dead spouses and parents would have known.
At this point, a sizable portion of scientists left the study.
After a week of conversing with the deceased through his thoughts, the subject became distressed, saying the voices were overwhelming.
In every waking moment, his consciousness was bombarded by hundreds of voices that refused to leave him alone.
He frequently threw himself against the wall, trying to elicit a pain response.
He begged the scientists for sedatives so he could escape the voices by sleeping.
Static worked for three days until he started having severe night tears.
The subject repeatedly said that he could see and hear the deceased in his dreams.
Only a day later, the subject began to scream and clod his non-functional eyes, hoping to sense something in the physical world.
The hysterical subject now said the voices of the dead were deafening and hostile.
Speaking of hell and the end of the world, at one point he yelled,
for five hours straight.
He continually begged to be killed, but the scientists were convinced that he was close to establishing contact with God.
Don't laugh, Hunter, don't laugh.
This is serious.
He's speaking of hell.
He's right by God.
He's so close.
You're almost there, buddy.
He's like, Demon!
Demon!
Have fire!
And they're just like, he's right at heaven's doorstep right now, guys.
Just give him a couple more days.
Look, God, he's like, he's like, look, I know.
The scientist is standing in front of the glass.
Like, I know this looks bad,
but.
Hypothetically, like,
we all think a devil, what's the opposite of the devil?
God, right?
Boom.
Yeah.
He's
almost there.
God is right there.
It has to be close.
After another day, the subject could no longer form coherent sentences.
Seemingly mad, he started to bite off chunks of flesh from his arm.
The scientists rushed into the test chamber and restrained him to a table so he could not kill himself.
After a few hours of being tied down, the subject halted his struggling and screaming.
He stared blankly at the ceiling as teardrops silently streaked across his face.
For two weeks, the subject had to be manually rehydrated due to the constant crying.
Eventually, he turned his head and despite his blindness, made focused eye contact with the scientist for the first time in the study.
He whispered,
I have spoken with God,
and he has abandoned you.
And his vital signs stopped.
There was no apparent cause of death.
The end.
Why not?
That's so funny.
One thing I like about this is there was no apparent signs of cause of death.
Wasn't he like ripping out his eyes and biting his flesh and stuff?
We have no idea.
There was no apparent cause of death.
There was nothing apparent.
I want to say this, though.
I want to say this.
The idea.
So this is actually a sick idea.
Like, the idea of this is really, really cool.
It reminds me a lot of Martyrs.
If you think this idea is cool.
So that was actually
what I was going to say.
I'm pretty sure that this was just just like the martyrs concept.
Yeah, I mean, I think that the movie came out, which martyrs, the French version, I think, came out in 2008.
So maybe they just saw it and they're like, oh, cool.
Because it seems like it's a mixture of martyrs and Russian sleep experiment.
That's what it feels like to me.
Yes, exactly.
And martyrs,
for people who haven't seen martyrs in the French film, it's all about like a high society where basically like billionaires or whatever will pay to come in.
They basically take people and torture them as a martyr because the only people that have ever been who have contacted to be to see God is right before you die as a martyr and you're like basically tortured basically like Christ-like levels of torture.
You're able to like see God and people are able to like look in your eyes and see like reflections of heaven.
It's very it's very odd, but it's an awesome movie.
Like it's worth, it's crazy.
So, you know, fucking warning.
Yeah, well, the idea is if you torture someone enough, they're able to establish a connection with God or like God will speak to them.
Yeah.
And I really like it, is it the remake or the original French one where the lady who's setting it up kills herself at the end because of what the martyr whispers to her?
I think it's the American one.
The English one is so not worth watching.
Just watch the French one.
The English one sucks.
It's not worth it.
But the,
I like the idea of a guy being
I like also that they established a homeless guy who had nothing left to live for.
Come sign up.
But at the same time, you know, I like it's it's fun.
It's short.
It's it's punchy.
And, you know, the whole thing, you're oh, see God, but really sees the, you know, he sees hell and all that stuff.
To me, that's like fun, schlocky, you know, stuff that happens.
I would be curious to see like somebody come in and, you know, make this like a full-fledged thing.
Because you could also get like the characters are all there.
Conflicted scientists who want to do these things, you know, back and forth there.
The homeless guy, why does he want to do this?
You know, there was.
A visual project that was created at the same time.
Oh, actually, I think this is it at the end.
Yeah, if you scroll the way down to the end and watch that little YouTube video, that's two minutes long.
This came out at the same time.
So every reading of it you would find online had this video paired with it.
Oh, that's creepy.
It's like someone building clay around their face and then
it's that.
He's a that's a French performance artist.
I know exactly who this is.
He puts clay on his face.
That's like his whole thing.
He has a green.
Of course you would know where it is.
Of course you would.
I think whoever showed me this the first time, I'm pretty sure it was James Lee Showed me this.
Uh, this guy, very weird, disturbing stuff.
But usually, he like puts clay on his face, like, takes his thumbs and makes like holes out of it, or he'll like poke into it.
But yeah, this is like a, I think, like a pretty well-known French uh performance artist.
Very cool, very weird stuff.
The YouTube channel that posted this
is the same
YouTube channel that posted blankroom.soup or blankroom soup.avi, uh, which is like a famous early youtube like scary video that got passed around um
and uh they posted the original skew squidward suicide and stuff like that yep yeah they're just they're the og homies i mean i'm pretty sure that they they i think that they probably made that black and white and they put the music behind it because you sure because usually that guy's stuff is in color i'm i'm pretty sure but his i'm pretty sure he still does stuff too so you know dude okay this so i'm scrolling through this guy's channel who posted it uh and we can show this image on screen When I was a kid, I remember seeing this picture of like a guy who says that there was a demon that appeared behind him in a photograph.
I remember seeing this when I was like 10 years old and I like couldn't sleep for days.
Really?
Yeah, that like face over his shoulder.
It freaked me out so bad.
The weird dog face over his shoulder.
The clearly like, it's like...
It's like a retriever of some kind over his left shoulder.
I saw this thing in the corner of every room I walked into for a while.
Rocky Mountain Paranormal Research Society.
She's like a guy sitting in his
mom's living room.
I imagine that's what most paranormal research societies are doing.
Yes.
I'm pretty sure that's where all of them are based out of.
Yeah.
Yeah.
I love that, though.
Just I love the whimsy and mysticism of being a youngin'.
Should we move
everything?
Should we move on?
Let's move on.
Let's move on.
But yes, Gateway to the Mind was huge for me.
I loved this one when I was a kid.
I didn't know murders or anything like that.
Nice, Candle Cove.
Well,
I just liked that.
Well, Candlecove is the best, but Gateway to the Mind was just such a fun concept that if you shut off all sensory, you can speak to God.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I love afterlife.
I like that.
I like that big, grandiose, cheesy stuff.
Yeah, I like the God has abandoned us, whatever.
I like that kind of stuff.
Do we read
He Who Should Really Not Be Named since it's like 200 words?
Yeah, 100%.
All right, aka Candlejack.
You're not supposed to name him, Hunter.
Oh, sorry.
Sorry.
Wrong.
Sorry.
Gosh.
Okay,
who should really not be named?
Candlejack.
I'm super serious.
I'm being serious right now.
In this world, there exists a spirit, neither male nor female.
The spirit is covered with dark cloth.
With a separate white cloth to cover its head.
Okay, good.
It is said to carry an enormous brown burlap sack.
So there's three cloths, a white cloth, a black cloth, and a brown.
There's three three different colored cloth.
Three cloths.
Three cloth.
It is said that the second its name has been called out, either directly or indirectly, the person is collected and becomes the property of the spirit.
So many who have witnessed its appearance have been said to have gone insane and were later found with their eyes gouged out.
The spirit is very, very real.
A failure to prevent the mention of its name will cause Candlejack to come and whiskey away.
I said it.
I said it at the end.
You surely said it.
You shot it.
You indirectly said it, and now you're going to be.
You're dead.
I hope you're real.
I'm in the sack.
I'm in the sack, and my eyes get pulled out.
You are fucking dead.
Hyper-realistic blood is pouring all over you.
You are dead.
All over me.
I'm dead.
I'm dead.
That's the entire story.
What I just read is the whole thing.
That's the whole thing.
But see, that's a classic.
All right.
One of the top-rated, one of the classic stories listed on CooperFosta.com.
You know what, though?
Once again, Way to set up a nice little way to kind of fuck over the reader at the end.
I like that.
Well,
you've got to realize most of these were being read by like eight-year-olds.
Yeah, dude.
That's sick.
Like, to be a kid back then and be like,
Wait, he said it.
I said it.
I said it.
No!
No!
Wait,
that kind of thing would be awesome.
Absolutely.
Yep.
I remember being so scared by some of these I couldn't sleep.
Like, no joke.
Not that one specifically that I remember,
but one of them.
Okay, so we're reading Harrow Brian.
Harrow Brian.
Oh, my God.
That's what we're reading.
Me and you.
Let's go.
I clicked it, and it's a
Minecraft person standing here.
You better believe it.
So,
Harrow Brian.
You know about Harrowbrine, right?
I feel like I've, I feel like I've heard of it.
I just don't, I've, I don't know what it is.
I, I feel like I've heard.
Well,
we'll read the story first.
I'll talk about its impact on stuff.
So.
I had recently spawned a new world in single-player Minecraft.
Everything was normal at first as I began chopping down trees and crafting a workbench.
I noticed something move amongst the dense fog.
I have a very slow computer, so I have to play with a tiny render distance.
I thought it was a cow, so I pursued it.
hoping to grab some hides for armor.
It wasn't a cow though.
Looking back at me was another character with the default skin, but his eyes were empty.
I saw no name pop up, and I double-checked to make sure I wasn't in multiplayer mode.
He didn't stay long.
He looked at me and quickly ran into the fog.
I pursued out of curiosity, but he was gone.
I continued on with the game, not sure what to think.
As I expanded the world, I saw things that seemed out of place for the random map generator to make.
Two by two tunnels in the rocks, small perfect perfect pyramids made of sand in the ocean, and groves of trees with all their leaves cut off.
I would constantly think I saw the other player in the deep fog, but I never got a better look at him.
I tried increasing my render distance to far whenever I thought I saw him, but it was to no avail.
I saved the map and went on the forums to see if anyone else had found the pseudo player.
There were none.
I created my own topic telling of the man and asking if anyone had a similar experience.
The post was deleted within five minutes.
I tried again and the topic was deleted even faster.
I received a PM from user name Harrowbrine containing one word.
Stop.
When I went to look at Harold Brine's profile, the page 404.
I received an email from another form user.
He claimed the mods can read the forum user messages, so we were safer using email.
The emailer claimed that he had seen the mystery player too, and had a small directory of other users who had seen him as well.
Their worlds were littered with obviously man-made features as well, and described their mystery player to have no pupils.
About a month passed until I heard from my informant again.
Some of the people who had encountered the mystery man had looked into the name Harrow Brine and found that the name to be a frequently used by a Swedish gamer.
After some further information gathering, it was revealed to be the brother of Notch, games developer.
I personally emailed Notch and asked him if he had a brother.
It took him a while, but he emailed me back a very short message.
I did, but he's no longer with us.
I haven't seen the mystery man since our first encounter, and I haven't noticed any changes to the world other than my own.
I was able to press print screen when I first saw him.
Here's the only evidence of his existence.
And then this image right here.
Yeah, I see.
I see the
bottom left.
The original Harold Brian post on 4chan by anonymous user.
Wow.
So let me tell you how impactful this was.
So this thing, this was early days of Minecraft 2, like when the game first came out.
And this made its way everywhere to the degree that Notch would make jokes about it.
Notch would sweet, like, I don't have a brother named Harold Brian or whatever.
And then he started putting it in the patch notes.
Every time there was an update, the final patch note would always read, removed Hero Brian, as if he was an entity like he couldn't get out of the game.
So people would make stories about this.
All the early Minecraft animations would feature Harold Brian as the enemy.
And I can say firsthand how well the story worked because I had two younger sisters.
And I was really into Minecraft.
My younger sisters liked to play Minecraft with me.
And they added a Harrowbrine skin to the game.
So I would turn name tags off in the settings, and then I would put on the Harrowbrine skin, and I would go stand on hillsides at night.
So the
two sisters, like I saw them, they're just like building a cute little house or whatever.
And one of my sisters just like glanced over to the hillside and they stare at me for a second.
And then she goes, I hear it through the house before I hear it in the game.
Just
making up.
And my other sister's like starting to cry, like, what, what, what, what, what is it?
So, let me ask you this.
Let me ask you this.
So, it's obviously a ghost of the game, right?
It's like a ghost of Notch's dead brother.
The idea is, Notch's dead brother died, and you can't leave the game.
Yeah.
So, but he doesn't really do anything.
Was it just because
here's what you got to to realize with a lot of these early creepypasta stories it is a blueprint right so it's like here's the premise do with it what you want so this is like more so people took the story and they just started making a tons of scare
the hook-handed man and so you can tell friends at a campfire and like freak them out with a prank or something like that yeah i mean i i once again it's it's it's awesome to see how these things formulate but i bet you anything there was tons
i i i have to imagine there was tons and tons of uh
people's like videos and stuff or like people who like would write their own and be like yeah i saw him and he he killed my dog or you know what i mean it was a whole genre of early minecraft youtuber to be like harrowbrine hunting where it would be like these five hour series of them going through minecraft and being like this tree looks like it's been chopped down before like and we put together clues to see if we can find Harrowbrine in our game.
And whenever Minecraft modding got to be popular, that's when it really really took off.
Because people would program these entities that have like a 1% chance of spawning that look like Harold Bryan.
So then people would make legitimate Harrowbrine hunting videos where maybe at the end of the five hours they do see him for a second and then he disappears.
And they're like, whoa!
Yeah.
Yeah.
It became like a whole genre.
of like gaming horror on YouTube and stuff like that.
And which is kind of making a resurgence.
I've seen a lot of really cool Minecraft horror mods lately that do similar things to that.
But Harold Brian was a classic.
I was going to say the newest one feels like uh that feels comparable to that is like all the backroom stuff all the backroom games that came out very similar different like you know liminal horror stuff that got you know of uh the big thing with the kids the kid angles i was like oh this is definitely starting to get into like the kid territory is it'd be like large creepy industrials thing and then all of a sudden there'd be like giant slides and like pools that's what i was like oh that's that's when we're that's that's how you know we're we're in the thick of the the children era of it now you know big colorful weird uncanny Like, maybe there's like Poppy's playtime kids.
Yeah, exactly.
Poppy's playtime area.
But
I like to experience it.
Yeah, so that was the original 4chan post.
And then from there, it blew up.
It went everywhere.
It became like a recurring theme.
And people would use it to prank each other with.
But I will say.
that when like I first read about this story, there was an undeniable creep factor to it because Minecraft has a lot of randomly generated structures.
So like you'll be digging deep underground and come across an abandoned mine shaft all of a sudden.
And, like, as a kid, I would always do that and, like, halfway through, be like, is there actually something in the game?
Yeah, is Harold?
Yeah.
Yeah, right back out there.
He's like, okay, well, I guess, haha, that's funny.
Someone come play with me.
Yeah.
Yeah.
So it worked for what it was, but it was very simplistic to begin with, of course.
But that's all it needed to be, just a blueprint.
Yeah.
So there's Harold Brian.
Dun dun dun.
Dun dun dun.
The Hooded Man sounds familiar, but I don't remember.
It's only five minutes.
We could read it.
2016, we got to read it.
It's one of the top ones.
The hooded man.
It is one of the top ones.
And it's written by an anonymous author.
So, you know, that's how you, that's another man.
How could we miss out on that?
Okay.
All right.
So, hoodie, the hooded man.
Have you ever been influenced by clothing?
I don't mean confidence.
by looks.
Have you ever been given more control than ever by an item or a truth or just a favorite shirt?
Have you ever been influenced in the worst way by showing the truth?
The following is taken directly from journal entries.
Just a journal.
The entries were written by a notorious but unknown killer.
Notorious but unknown.
He is notorious in the means that everybody has seen his work.
He is unknown because nobody knows that he has done it.
His origin is unusual.
No troubles, no evil family, no magic or paranormal forces.
His life was chosen by him and him alone.
His identity is also unknown.
He will be named from here on as the hooded man.
Hell yeah.
Hell yes.
April 3rd, 2004.
It's been really cold around here.
I don't.
How do we set up a man who needs to put on a hoodie?
Man, it's so cold.
I wish I had a hoodie.
It's been really cold around here.
Fuck, I wish I had all my...
I have no articles of clothing.
Why would warm hoodies exposed to the elements?
If only there was a way.
It's been really cold around here.
I don't have anything really to cover myself.
All I have are my t-shirts and jeans.
So today I decided to get a jacket.
The kind of things you would journal about.
Sure.
I was just in a local store.
Nothing special.
It's a black hoodie with a white lining.
I think it looks pretty cool.
And when I tried it on, the attendant said, it suits me fine.
I said, thanks to be polite.
Common courtesy is so hard to find.
Oh, God, dude.
Fuck off.
This is like some serious like...
Common courtesy is so hard to find.
I bought a black hoodie.
What's this?
David King.
It's the David King voice.
David King.
Common courtesy is so hard to find.
Can you read this next one in the voice?
The next paragraph.
So I bought it.
I haven't taken it off yet.
Not only is it war, but I can really see myself doing amazing things in it.
What do you mean?
What do you mean?
When I look at the mirror, I smirk.
I feel amazing.
When I look in the mirror, he just does...
Not bad, not bad.
I can't really explain it.
But I like it.
I really like it.
I feel the need to put my hood up.
about something about the hood as a way of masking a person even though it shows their face and hides something somewhere
that's true somewhere it's really late right now i've been feeling so great all day time flew around me i have to explain more tomorrow all right so
i love that this first entry is a guy being like i'm cold i'm gonna go i'm gonna go to a random store like probably a walmart and he's just like
i feel like i want to kill somebody
That's 100% where it's going.
The, the, the, the hood, the, the jacket's telling me to kill people.
I have to kill someone now.
April 10th.
I've had a hell of a week.
I felt so great.
I walked the halls like a big show.
I walked the halls.
I like how it just understood that he's in school.
Like,
he is a middle school.
Well, yeah, exactly.
He's like, whoever's reading this is also 13 years old.
Of course, of course.
I'm sure I look smug.
that's why jack challenged me
he was so angry yeah all of the all of these early stories were like i'm the kid who gets picked up
serial killer who's hot with jack that's dark clothes
this is also in the same area of like early like scene emo kids you know Yeah, so it all kind of looks like it's like a kid.
2016, this is the, this is like the four chainer red pillar, probably.
Jacket is.
This is when it started out.
This is like like the start of it.
Most of this stuff, though, like Jeff the Killer, Laughing Jack, stuff like that, was like 2010, 2016.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
He was so angry.
Who never do ignore.
Wait.
Who never do ignoring an insult was more insulting than responding with shrewd comments about someone's family.
He antagonized me.
He asked for it.
He threw a hard punch, and I stood.
It stung harder than before when I actually argued with him.
I felt so cool all week.
Wait, is all the heaven he got
punched in the face?
He got punched in the face by a guy.
He took it, and he's just like, Yeah, it barely hurt.
And walked away.
Yeah, he didn't even get, he didn't even fight back.
Yeah, so now he's like, I felt cool all week.
My confidence kept me up.
I punched him hard in the stomach and I lifted him up with an underhook.
It felt so good.
It really did.
Parents calling.
April 14th.
Jack still isn't out of the hospital.
He punched the guy so hard.
He's like, all of his organs are failing.
It was like, well, he said he lifted him off the ground.
So it was like you're like,
Fucking Black.
Yeah.
Like,
you can see the fist go through his back
as he punches him.
Yeah.
Oh my God, Kakarot, you hit him way too hard.
I didn't mean to, Vegeta.
I just, come on.
That's my go-to voice.
No, not Vegeta.
I didn't mean to hit him that hard.
Kakarot, your voice sounds identical to what it's normal.
Never mind.
That's your voice is actually.
It's Kakarot.
There's nothing weird with it with all.
There's nothing weird about it at all.
I feel like you actually sound a little better today.
Yeah, thanks.
I'm so hungry.
I'm going to eat a big bowl of food.
I got a train.
All right.
That sounds good, Kakarot.
Okay, thank you for telling me that, Kagarot.
Yeah, I'm just saying.
I gotta go to King Kai's place.
I hope that monkey doesn't chase me around because I'm hungry.
I gotta eat a big ol'.
I'm gonna eat 40 bowls of ramen.
Because
I have an inquenchable appetite.
Cool.
That's all that chase says.
That sounds pretty pog, actually, Gagarot.
So why don't you go ahead and just do that?
I'm gonna go sleep with Balma now.
Yeah, I'm going to have sex with Bulma.
Ah,
okay.
Gross.
Yeah, come on.
Why don't you just train instead?
I mean, that sounds fine, but I just...
You know, I don't know.
I just, I feel like I need some distance from you, Gagarot.
Okay.
Okay, I don't know where I'm going.
I was just just like, you have fun with that one.
Jack still isn't out of the hospital.
They said he's in a lot of pain.
He spit a lot of blood.
His parents told me over the phone.
I reflected on it, on how great it felt when
my fist connected, how his crack scream sounded.
That's good to hear.
I said blankly.
I don't care about Jack.
I smiled at his pain.
I keep staring.
I keep staring at my mirror.
I'm always wearing my favorite hoodie.
It feels so empowering.
My friends would laugh at what I say.
They would compare me to Spider-Man
and his black suit.
Yeah, I'm pretty much venom.
Spider-Man,
it's taken over me.
I've had a Spider-Man issue 274.
I have
a bit of a darker side.
I'm almost like fucking Capote or Droopy at this point.
You are getting...
I pretty much should just talk like this.
Well, it's somewhere between Droopy and like Stewie Griffin.
Yeah,
the voice.
But my black suit, I feel so much more powerful.
What makes it droopy is like you add like the bleh.
You add like the big cheekness to it.
Yes, that's what it means.
I have to do this, and and I have my black suit.
There's drooping.
And I have quite a bit of things it has to do with my black suit on.
It's funnier to imagine this emo kid as like a bloonatoons character walking around a hospital.
I'm a severely overweight teenager
and I have my black suit on now.
And everyone thinks I'm so evil.
This is going to be the rest of the hooded man's voice, by the way.
I really am.
This feels so much better.
Okay, all right.
They would compare me to Spider-Man in his black suit.
Spider-Man threw his power away.
I don't plan on doing anything with my source of confidence.
April 22nd.
Jack has gone to a better place.
The words rang through my ears.
He's dead.
Lost too much blood.
He said, Lost too much blood.
He punched them so hard that they're like, his body will not retain blood in the hospital.
He's been in the hospital for 12, two weeks.
And they couldn't do it.
He was bleeding too much.
He is like bleeding.
for two weeks straight.
This fat kid punched him so hard in the stomach.
What do you expect from such a powerful individual with such a stylish jacket?
The only thing I can do is wear my jacket and that punch people.
Oh,
his father told me the day I visited that he was losing blood due to a personal health condition.
But the way his mother looked at me and told me the real story, I killed him.
I did.
I still remember the satisfaction of hitting him.
I never wanted to kill him.
I need to think about what I've done, right?
That'll fix my feelings.
But what is there to think about?
Regret is a foolish emotion.
I don't regret.
I don't need regret.
Regret is a foolish emotion.
Foolish emotion.
I don't need regret.
What I need is
a good jacket to cover my back.
This is great to imagine that he becomes a serial killer that punches people.
If he is only a serial killer that punches people, this very well may be a better premise than Jeff the Killer.
Dare I say?
Honestly, yes, but
that's a low bar to get over.
Yeah, but
I'm just saying the legacy edge line.
Oh, yeah.
Of
the hoodie punch man.
The hoodie punch man.
The American apparel hoodie punch man.
Yeah.
My dad.
Actually, you know what I like to think?
I like to think that he went to Buckle and it's one of those ones that had like a, it was like an affliction one.
It had like a giant bejeweled bejeweled cross on it and he's like i feel so powerful the jewel the bejeweled cross is good but what you're really what it really needs to be you remember the rock star energy merch everyone wore for a while yeah with the dc shoes it's like that it's got the giant rock star star like it's either rock star or it's any it's any snowboarding or mic or a motocross shirt from pack suns and he's like yes yes i i don't i've never ridden a motorcycle but what was that one motocross brand everyone would wear fox have they never yes yes fox yep yep
he gets that tricky.
I'm actually
afraid to.
I can't ride a bicycle, so I'm afraid to ride the
dirt bike.
Yeah,
you got it.
April 24th.
Dad has been avoiding me lately.
And mom just tells me she loves me.
Where's Dad?
I love your son.
He comes into rooms floating, like, just like,
like, pounding his fist into his hand.
Like, where's dad?
Where's dad?
I have a sandwich I want to give him.
I like to think that this character, he walks in and his, his hands are underneath.
His hands are in between two pieces of bread.
Is dad hungry?
I have a sandwich I'd like to give him.
Oh.
They both want me to feel endless guilt, but I won't.
Or rather, I can't.
Oh, God.
I can't fake it for the public, but the truth is, I'm not sorry.
Spider-Man's story is starting to make me think more.
But why?
But why would a cursed or possessed hoodie land in my possession?
Everybody who knew Jack glares at me.
Everyone who I would talk to have transferred themselves out of my class or went to a different school.
Teachers don't look at me much.
Get on to me if if I'm breaking any rule.
Today I threw a pencil at my history teacher.
It hit his shoulder.
He just froze for a second and continued what he was doing.
Everyone either hates me and probably wants me dead, or they fear me.
My writing is the only comfort I have.
I can be at peace and let myself go.
April 25th.
They provoked me.
They threatened me.
I had no choice.
They would have killed me.
My hood protected my face.
The knife naturally moved from Rob's hand to mine.
I didn't mean to.
The writing was a short line at this point.
April 30th.
Five days.
Five days being interrogated, sleeping in a cell.
They decided I was only defending myself.
I could hear mom and dad talking.
They want me gone.
They're both scared.
I was an idiot to think that this jacket of mine was was possessing me or changing my personality.
It's just a really cool jacket.
I love how it looks.
I feel like such a badass.
I remember how I put the hood up.
I put it up when Jack challenged me.
I put it up when those guys tried to kill me.
I feel no remorse.
I feel indifferent.
I'm in control.
I have finally come to realize insanity.
I wanted to kill them, all of them.
I needed only a push and the confidence to fight.
I got it.
Mom and dad are irritating me.
They all irritated me.
The end.
So, you know what's funny about this?
I just want to say this immediately.
This is extreme.
And not to make a lot of it, this is extreme school shooter vibes.
Of course.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, that's 100%.
Yeah.
And it's like he punched people.
Yeah, I wish that he just punched more people.
Also, it's funny, too, to think that the cops would let him just wear the jacket in his cell.
Well, it is just a jacket, right?
Well, it is, but usually if you get moved in, they have you, like, you'll take off your personal possessions and they'll keep it.
And then they give you like a uniform or whatever.
I think if you're staying there overnight for multiple days, I could be wrong, but yeah, this idea, which I want to say this.
I'd say if people are feeling, because this feels like somebody who's like, everybody in my life is wronging me, whatever, maybe just write a fun story instead of doing something crazy i also think we need to have a new a new arc of this kind of character the badass like the misunderstood badass kid who's just like you shouldn't have provoked me this story is lost because it's it's it's uh
it's it's so you know wrapped and people are like it's cheesy and stupid i say bring it bring it back dude bring it back please Yep, I agree.
I personally love this.
I don't see anything wrong with it.
10 out of 10, one of the best stories we've read on Creepcast, in my opinion.
The idea, too, that it wasn't even the jacket, it was him putting his hood up.
It was literally a guy going to a American Eagle store, buying a $20 zip-up hoodie, and he's like, holy fuck.
When he puts up his hood, he's like, people could kind of see me, but not really.
He's like the guy in Grandma's Boy.
When he's like pressed up against the wall, the black wall, and he has his leather jacket on.
And they're like, what are you doing?
And he's like, how could he see me?
That moment, he reminds reminds me of JP.
I also like that part where it's like,
Um,
uh, this story you're about to read is of a dark one who's ever whose work is known everywhere.
We never get an explanation of that.
He's just like a really mad kid who's about to kill his parents.
I uh, I also just like the kid bleeding profusely for two weeks, and they just and then also uh, and he was bleeding for personal issues.
Yeah, it was, uh, he was he was bleeding.
The conditions were personal issues.
It's like, do you mean when you punched him and you destroyed every organ in his body?
Was it that was it that personal issue?
This is a banger.
I love it.
I don't know what you're talking about.
By far today, my favorite story we've read.
Easily.
Most entertaining.
I will say that.
All right.
So we are now on.
Let's go to Ikbar Biglstein.
Ibar Biggelstein.
so I don't remember this one I remember hearing of this story but I don't think I ever read it it's another short another short banger let's let's let's
2012 let's go
when I was a small child I was terrified of the dark I still am back when I was around six years old I couldn't go a full night without crying out for one of my parents to search beneath my bed or in my closet for whatever monster I thought was waiting to eat me Even with a nightlight, I could still see dark shapes moving around the corners of the room or strange faces looking in on me from my bedroom window.
My parents would do their best to console me, telling me that it was just a bad dream or a trick of the light.
But in my young mind, I was positive that the second I fell asleep, the bad things would get me.
Most of the time, I would just hide under the blankets until I became tired enough to stop worrying.
But every now and then, I would become so panicked that I would run screaming into my parents' room.
waking up my brother and sister in the process.
After an ordeal like that, there would be no way anyone would be getting a full night's rest.
Eventually, after one particularly traumatizing night, my parents had had enough.
Fortunately for them, they understood the futility in arguing with the six-year-old and knew that they would be unable to convince me to rid myself of childish fears through reason and logic.
They had to be clever.
It was my mother's idea to stitch together my little bedtime friend.
She collected a large assortment of random pieces of fabric in her
sewing machine and created what I would later refer to as Mr.
Ickbar Bigglestein, or Ick for short.
Ick was a sock monster, as my mother called him.
He was made to keep me safe while I slept at night by scaring away all the other monsters.
He was pretty damn creepy, I had to admit.
Honestly, looking back on it all now, I'm still impressed that my mom could think of something so strange and disturbing looking.
Ickbar had the stitched together look of a Frankenstein gremlin with big white button eyes and floppy cat ears.
What the fuck is wrong with my mom?
He's like, here you go, sweetheart.
Have fun with Ickbar.
Schmiglstein.
He's like,
okay, thanks.
Okay.
His little arms and legs were made from a pair of my sister's black and white striped socks.
And the half of his face that was green was made from one of my brother's tall football socks.
His head could have been described as bulbous, and for his mouth, my mom attached a piece of white fabric and sewed it in a zigzag pattern to shape a wide grin of sharp teeth.
I loved him at once.
From then on, Ick never left my side, so long as it was after dusk, of course.
Ick didn't like the sun, and would get upset if I tried to bring him to school with me.
That was okay.
I only needed him at night to keep away the boogeyman, which was what he was good at.
So every night at bedtime, Ick would tell me where the monsters were hiding, and I would place him near the section of my room closest to the spookiness.
If there was something in the closet, Ick would block the door.
If there was a dark creature scratching at my window, it would be pressed up against the glass.
If there is a big hairy beast under my bed, then under the bed he went.
Sometimes the monsters weren't even in my room.
Sometimes they would hide in my dreams.
Nick Barr would have to come with me into my nightmares.
It was fun bringing Ick into my dream world, and he and I would spend hours fighting off ghouls and demons.
The best part was, in my dreams, Ick would talk talk to me for real.
How much do you love me?
He would ask.
More than anything,
I would always tell him.
One night in a dream, after I lost my first tooth, Ick asked me for a favor.
Can I have your tooth?
I asked him why.
To help me kill the bad things.
The next morning at breakfast, my mom asked me where my tooth went.
From what she told me, the tooth fairy didn't find it under my pillow.
When I told her that I gave it to Ickbar, she just shrugged and went back to feeding my little sister.
From then on, every time I lost a tooth, I would give it to Ick.
Something funny, Hunter.
That's a, it's, like, I just want to say, first off, I, I'm, I love the angle this is going.
It's going into a laughing jack kind of territory of things or whatever.
But I just want to say, too, how fucking creepy would it be where it's like, hey,
the tooth fairy said he couldn't find your tooth.
I gave it to Ick.
And it's like, you're like,
okay.
And then at some point, all of your children's teeth are going to be into a sock puppet you made for him.
How creepy would that be, dude?
Fuck that.
I don't know what you're talking about.
This seems perfectly reasonable.
I would.
He would always thank me, of course, and tell me that he loved me.
Eventually, though, I ran out of baby teeth.
I was beginning to get a little too old to still be playing with dolls.
Ick sat there on my bookshelf collecting dust, slowly fading away from my attention.
Over time, the nightmares, however, became worse than ever.
So bad that they even began to follow me to the waking world, terrorizing every dark corner, a rustle in the bushes.
After one particularly bad night, biking home from a friend's house where I swore a pack of rabbit dogs were chasing me, I got home to find something strange waiting for me in my room.
There, on my bed, standing fully upright in the soft glow of the moonlight from my window, was Ikbar.
At first, I just thought my eyes were playing tricks on me again.
They had been all evening, so I tried to flick on the lights.
Another flick of the light switch, and another, and another, with no change to the darkness.
It was then that I started to get nervous.
I backed away slowly towards the door behind me, my eyes never leaving the shape of Ick's silhouette, my hand awkwardly outstretched between behind, reaching for the doorknob.
I was just about to get my ass out of there when I heard this door slam itself shut, blocking me into blackness.
And nothing but shadows and silence.
I stood frozen in place, not even breathing.
For how long I can't say, but after what felt like a lifetime of cold fear, I heard the shrill, familiar voice.
You stopped feeding me.
So why should I protect you?
Protect me from what?
Let me show you.
I blinked once and everything changed.
I wasn't in my bedroom anymore.
I was somewhere else.
It wasn't hell, but the comparison wasn't far off.
It was some sort of forest.
Horrible, nightmarish place with partial embryonic abortions.
Yeah, there's tons of, there's a lot of abortion stuff.
Hey,
hey, Hiccumbar, what is this?
These are all the aborted fetuses that have ever been aborted.
Bro, this would be great if it becomes like a an anti-abortion ad.
An anti-abortion ad.
Yeah.
All life matters.
It's like,
didn't you just kill me?
Well, that.
Well, hold on.
Because you didn't support.
Yeah, because you were.
You didn't didn't stop abortions.
Because you're not for the cause.
So
come on.
Yeah, yeah.
It was some sort of forest, a horrible nightmarish place where partial embryonic abortions hung from the canopy and the ground swarmed with carnivorous insects.
A thick fog wafted through the air and with it the stench of rotting meat.
While chartreuse...
Is that right?
Chartreuse lighting.
Lightning?
Lightening?
Chartreuse lightening.
I don't know.
I'm on the verge of painting across the back.
I'm not sure what's going on.
I don't mean tripping the chair, like, I can't take this anymore.
I'm like on the verge of a seizure.
It's going to just scare me, like, trying to figure out what he's saying.
And I'm just going to be like,
Honor, stay with me.
We've got to see what Igbar's planning.
He's going to do something to the abortion clinic.
We've got to stop him.
I think.
Just, this is a
this is a funny idea.
This is a very real-world tragedy.
I'm not saying it.
But just if this story ends with him being like, okay, Ikbar, I'll do it for you.
He drives to a planned parent.
All right, fine.
I'll do it.
Loud and clear, Ikbar.
Loud and clear, Ikbar.
Just easy.
He just stamped up so hard, so quick.
Okay, anyway.
Chartreuse
lightning flashed across the night sky.
In the distance, I could hear the agonizing screams of something not quite human.
My head throbbed like it was about to explode, the pain forcing out a river of tears.
In my mind, I heard his voice again.
This is what your reality will become without me.
I felt earth-shaking footsteps approaching fast.
I'm the only one who can stop it.
He was behind me now, huge and angry, hot breath across my back.
Bring me what I need, and I will.
I woke up before I could turn around.
The following day, I raided my parents' closet for my brother's baby teeth.
Did they keep those things?
Giving them all the back bar.
They got my mom's a psychopath and keeps all my baby,
every baby tooth in a mason jar from my nine relatives.
Hey, mom.
Can I get to the the mason jar in your closet?
No, no, son.
Mommy needs to rest.
She's like,
strapped down.
She's electric taped down to the sofa.
Whatever you need, son.
All right, mom, I love you.
It's like, it's definitely a kid, like, emotionally distraught from like his disturbed parents.
She's like trying to, she's like sitting there, like peeling back the skin on her fingers.
Sure, sweetheart, go ahead.
All right, mommy, I love you.
Your new nails look nice.
Almost immediately, the night terror ceased, and I was more or less able to go on about my life as normal.
From time to time, I would have to sneak into my little sister's room and snatch what was meant for the tooth fairy or strangle one of the neighborhood cats prying out its sharp little incisors.
Oh my gosh.
God, come on, man.
Whoa.
Sorry, kitty.
I gotta have teeth.
Anything to ward off the vision.
the visions anything from a shark-toothed necklace to a cavity ridden bicuspin i also began to notice that ick would move about my room whenever i left for any length of time rearranging my stuff and hanging additional curtains he was even beginning to look more lifelike somehow
in the right light his teeth would glisten and he was warm to the touch As much as he greeted me out, I couldn't work up the courage to just destroy him, knowing perfectly well where that would leave me.
So I I went on collecting teeth for Ick throughout all of high school and college.
The older I got, the more things I would learn to fear.
The more teeth Ick would need to keep me safe.
I'm 22 years old now, with a decent job, my own apartment, and a set of dentures.
It's been almost a month since Ick's last meal, and the horrors are starting to crowd around me once more.
I took a detour through a parking garage after work tonight, found a man fumbling with his car keys.
His teeth were stained yellow from a lifetime of cigarettes and coffee.
Even still, I had to use a hammer to get out the molars.
I got back to my apartment.
He was waiting for me on the ceiling in the corner.
Two wide eyes and a mouth of razors.
How much do you love me?
More than anything.
I replied, taking off my coat.
More than anything in the world.
End of the story.
I just want to say, I want to say good.
I want to say this is this could
a really cool story.
If it would have taken the, let me pitch you an angle.
For my kiddie, does this he becomes obsessed with teeth and he has like a and his and his mom gives him like a sock puppet or she's like, oh, I'm don't worry, I'm your friend too.
And she like jokes with him.
What if he take, what if he becomes like a killer that like has a bunch of like weird animal and human teeth and he's like bite, like he has, it's like a hand puppet thing.
He's going around fucking like biting people's faces and shit.
Yep.
And that kind of stuff.
Like a very disturbed man.
I didn't
mean to do it.
I liked it.
That was pretty good.
Ick Barn did it, not me.
Ick Barn did it.
Not me.
That wasn't bad.
That wasn't bad.
I had a good time with that one.
Yeah, no, that was fine.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Like, he's a kid who becomes obsessed with this, starts stealing teeth from people.
Yeah, totally works for me.
Get with me.
All right.
So now...
We've got a classic for you.
So you've read Jeff the Killer.
You've read Laughing Jack.
You can scroll.
We're not going to read.
If we get into the Jeff the Killer spin-offs, we're going to be here here all day.
So we're going to go on down to Lavender Town Syndrome.
Lavender Tone.
Okay.
You're going to love this one.
You're going to love this one, Hunter.
Just wait.
Here we go.
The Lavender Town Syndrome, also known as Lavender Town Tone or Lavender Town Suicides, was a peak in suicides and illness of children between the ages of 7 to 12 shortly after the release of Pokemon Red and Green in Japan, February 27th, 1996.
Rumors say that these suicides and illness only only occurred after the children playing the game reached Lavender Town, whose theme music had extremely high frequencies.
That studies showed that only children and young teens can hear since their ears are more sensitive.
Of course, due to the lavender tone, at least 200 children supposedly committed suicide, and many more developed illnesses and afflictions.
The children who committed suicide usually did so by hanging or jumping from heights.
Those who did not act irrationally complained of severe headaches after listening to Lavender Town's theme.
Although Lavender Town now sounds differently depending on the game, this mass hysteria was caused by the first Pokemon game released.
After the Lavender Tone incident, the programmers had fixed Lavender Town's theme music to be at a lower frequency and since then children were no longer affected by it.
One video appeared in 2010 using special software to analyze the audio of Lavender Town's music.
When played, the software created images of the unknown of the unknown, yeah, unknown near the end of the audio.
This raised a controversy since the unknown didn't appear until the generation 2 game Silver, Gold, and Crystal.
The unknown translates to leave now.
There's also the said beta version of Lavender Town.
It is said that the beta version of Pocket Monsters was released to some kids to test the games.
This is the video of the beta version.
of lavender town so the creepypasta was built around this video yeah play it now
So this is actually the audio from the game.
It's just cranked up a lot.
They've maybe added a couple things to it, but this is based off the actual music that plays when you go into Lavender Town in the game.
Which admittedly is kind of a weird
sound for a kid's game, right?
It is creepy.
Well, here's the interesting thing about this, because that is the end of the story.
First off, I just want to say some of these old ones where it's like, it's when people are like, oh dear, they're cringe or whatever.
I think the cringe angle just comes because it's just like, you could tell it was like, oh, it's Pokemon, whatever.
Pretty interesting idea, though.
In the 90s, first off, I just want to say in the 90s, there's no way that this is, I mean, maybe it is.
So in 2001,
there was a movie called Suicide Club.
It was a Japanese horror film.
And it was all about like basically a pop band where people, teenagers, would listen to this song and teenagers would just basically kill themselves.
But it was like, it was inspired by the suicide rate rise in the mid-90s in Japan because of like some economic crash that happened.
And there was, I mean, a ton of that that happened.
To see that correlate to around the same time when Pokemon came out and to have it be something that's also inspired by like, you know, only kids and teens can hear this thing.
It's just, I don't know, it's cool.
I don't know if it's intentional, but I just want to say if you haven't seen Suicide Club, it's not like it's a...
You know, it's not like it's an super amazing movie, but it's pretty interesting just to see this kind of like phenomenon of like
culture move through and it's affecting people that like listen to this song or whatever
so i just found that comparison kind of interesting yes yeah
it is it is interesting uh where the concept came from i mean it's a harm it's like oh there's this creepy town in the game did you know that in the beta version kids took their own life because of it it's like it's a fun you know well it's
all these so far i just want to say all these so far not that bad like well it's because they're they're inoffensive right they're not well written or that in depth but it's just like urban legends it's urban that's like that's what most of them are they're like urban legends like campfire stories that's the that's the best thing is that all of them have this yeah campfire urban legend kind of vibe where you could tell it to your friends and they're like what really that i feel is lost now like i don't feel like that i just don't feel like those things are
you know that fun anymore and it was fun too whenever the internet which you know the internet had been around for a little bit since then but it was such this new frontier where you're like what maybe it is or whatever so i don't know if there's there's probably a new piece of something new that'll come out to where that will hopefully we'll get to have some more of that love again in that world.
Yes.
Yes.
Now, the next one that's in here is one I actually remember, I specifically remember sitting around at a sleepover telling my friends this to scare them.
Okay.
Like this one was a campfire story to me, and it's called Licking.
Licking.
All right, so.
My great-grandmother lived alone up in the mountains at her cabin.
Her husband was dead, so she was there all alone.
She only had one companion, and that was her loving dog.
They both adored each other, and the dog was a great comfort to her.
Every night when she went to bed, the dog would lick her hand to let her know he was there to protect her.
One night.
I'm getting flashbacks from that, my fucking aunt, with her licking her feet.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
A dog licking her feet.
Jesus Christ.
Bringing that up again.
Thank you for saying this is becoming very personal for me.
Sorry, go ahead.
I got you.
One night, she had gone to bed, and the dog had licked her hand, like he had done routinely every night since her husband died.
But this night was different.
She had woken up in the middle of the night because she heard her dog whimpering.
She wanted to comfort him and let her know she was there for him.
So she stuck her hand out of the bed and she felt the dog gently lick her hand like always.
She figured he was just cold, so she went back to sleep.
I love the setup of like creepy things, you know, but my dog, it wasn't me, the dog licking my hand.
Spoilers!
What happened?
Sorry, sorry.
The dog's whimpering had woken her up a second time in the night, so she stuck her hand out.
The dog licked it, and she went back to sleep.
This happened a third time, and she stuck her hand out, and the dog stopped whimpering and came and licked her hand.
She stayed awake a few moments afterward.
She went back to sleep again.
In the morning, she woke up and stuck her hand out by the bed, but nothing licked her hand.
She thought the dog had already awakened and was just in the front room.
She rolled over and got out of bed and heard a drip.
Drip, drip, drip.
She thought the sound was coming from the kitchen, so she walked over and turned the handles on the sink faucet, but it wasn't the source of the noise.
After frustratingly checking the sink and its pipes, she gave up and continued into her bathroom to take a shower.
When she got closer to the bathroom door, it was evident that the sound was coming from within.
She opened the door, looked above the bathtub, and gasped in utter horror.
There, hanging from the light by his collar, was her loving companion, his blood dripping into the bathtub.
She screamed and began to cry, wiping her eyes and sobbing.
She turned and looked into the mirror.
In the mirror, she saw the dog's reflection written on the mirror in her dog's blood.
With drips and streaks hanging down from each letter, were the words, humans can lick two.
You know what?
This feels like a fun story.
Like something that fun and punchy, where you're like, ooh,
kind of reminds me of that YouTube short that got turned into a movie.
It was like
Lights Out.
Whatever.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I think the name of the YouTube video was Don't Turn Off the Lights or something like that.
Yeah, Don't Turn Off the Lights,
whatever that is.
But it's just one of those little, I miss those old horror vignettes that would happen.
Let me tell you, this killed at like a seventh grade sleepover.
This.
Oh, dude, yeah.
Bloods can kill.
Yeah, you know, she was feeling two of those.
The way I told it was different.
So the way I told it got rid of the whole like the dog whimpering.
It's that she's in bed and she hears the sink dripping and she goes and each time it's licking her hand.
And at one point she gets so frustrated, she turns on the lights.
And when she turns on the light, she realizes that the drip is coming from the corner of the room where the dog's hung and the blood's dripping.
And then on the wall is humans can look too.
And I like that ending better because it implies that like, oh, she's figured it out.
And the thing's still under the bed to her right.
Like it's right there.
Like it could kill her in a second.
That's how I always told it but yeah this killed people love that story it went great all right so hunter i need you to go to the next page going to the next page we have to do mr widemouth for sure i think mr widemouth mr widemouth absolutely mr widemouth
classic
we had considered doing mr widemouth for one of our uh live show ones but that's okay so that's what it was Yes, that's where you've heard of it before.
But we fell in love with, or you fell in love with
Laughing Jack so much.
Laughing Jack was just one of the best, I mean, one of the most entertaining stories we've ever read.
I love it.
Legendary.
Yeah.
It was great.
All right.
During my childhood, my family was like a drop of water in a vast river, never remaining in one location for long.
We settled in Rhode Island when I was eight.
Then we remained until I went to college at Colorado Springs.
Also, this is like, what an extra first sentence.
My childhood was like a drop of water in a vast river.
It's like,
bro, bro.
Okay.
Hunter, most of these creepy pauses were like 12-year-olds in English.
I heard a line they liked and heard a thing they liked.
And they're like, I'm going to throw that in.
That'll spice it up.
I'm going to put this in there.
It'll be like seasonal on the story.
How many cherries can I put on top of a story?
Yep.
Yep.
Most of my memories are rooted in Rhode Island, but there are fragments in the attic of my brain which belong to the various homes we had lived in when I was much younger.
Most of these memories are unclear and pointless.
Chasing after another boy in the backyard of a hoist hoist of a house in North Carolina, trying to build a raft to float on the creek behind the apartment we rented at Pennsylvania, and so on.
But there's one set of memories which remains as clear as glass, as though they were just made yesterday.
I often wonder whether these memories are simply lucid dreams produced by the long sickness I experienced that spring.
But in my heart, I know they are real.
We are living in a house just outside outside the bustling metropolis of New Vineyard, Maine.
Population 643.
It was a large structure, especially for a family of three.
There were a number of rooms that I didn't see in the five months we resided there.
In some ways, it was a waste of space, but it was the only house on the market at the time, at least within an hour's commute to my father's place of work.
The day after my fifth birthday, attended by my parents alone, I came down with a fever.
The doctor said I had mononucleosis, which meant no rough play and more fever for at least another three weeks.
It was horrible timing to be bedridden.
We were in the process of packing our things to move to Pennsylvania.
Most of my things were already packed away in boxes, leaving my room barren.
My mother brought me ginger ale and books several times a day, and these served the function of being my primary form of entertainment for the next few weeks.
Boredom always loomed just around the corner, waiting to rear its ugly head and compound my misery.
I don't exactly recall how I met Mr.
Widemouth.
I think it was about a week after I was diagnosed with mono.
My first memory of the small creature was asking him if he had a name.
He told me to call him Mr.
Widemouth because his mouth was large.
In fact, everything about him was large in comparison to his body.
His head, his eyes, his crooked ears, but his mouth was by far the largest.
You look kind of like a Furby, I said as he flipped through one of my books.
Mr.
Widemouth stopped and gave me a puzzled look.
Furby?
What's a Furby?
I shrugged.
You know, the toy, the little robot with the big ears.
You can pet and feed them.
Almost like a real pet.
Oh.
Mr.
Widemouth resumed his activity.
You don't need one of those.
They aren't the same as having a real friend.
I remember Mr.
Widemouth disappearing every time my mother stopped by to check in on me.
I lay under your bed.
I don't want your parents to see me because I'm afraid they won't let us play anymore.
We didn't do much during those first few days.
Mr.
Widemouth just looked at my books, fascinated by the stories and pictures they contained.
Third or fourth morning after I met him, he greeted me with a large smile on his face.
I have a new game we can play.
We'd have to wait until after your mother comes to check on you, because she can't see us play it.
It's a secret game,
man.
These stories would be terrified if they were just about like pedophiles.
That's, I mean, that is 99% of them, honestly.
Yeah, yeah.
If it was just about like a man is like, you won't have to tell your mommy anything.
Terrified, but it's always like, the game is we have to eat a cat or something.
Yeah, we have to kill your sister.
Yeah.
That doesn't really seem like a game
to me, if I'm being honest.
No, seriously, just take this hammer and hit her in the head five times.
It'll be fun.
Wow, I'm scared.
This is crazy.
It's like a gang initiation.
It's like, okay.
After my mother delivered more books and soda at the usual time, Mr.
Widemouth slipped out from under the bed and tugged my hand.
We have to go to the room at the end of this hallway,
he said.
I objected at first, as my parents had forbidden me to leave my bed without their permission.
Mr.
Widemouth persisted until I gave in.
I really don't think I should go.
Sorry.
No, seriously, come on.
Are you sure about this, sir?
I really don't think that I should.
I've been pretty sick, actually.
No, seriously, I have something super funny to tell you down here.
Come here.
The room in question had no furniture or wallpaper.
Its only distinguishing feature was a window opposite the doorway.
Mr.
Widemouth darted across the room and gave the window a firm push, flinging it open.
He then beckoned me to look out at the ground below.
We were on the second story of the house, but it was on a hill, and from this angle the drop was farther than two stories due to the incline.
I like to play pretend up here.
I pretend that there is a big soft trapoline below this window, and I jump.
If you pretend hard enough, you bounce back up like a feather.
I want you to try.
You should totally kill yourself.
I don't think I'm gonna.
I don't think it's a good idea.
No, you should totally just jump out this window and kill yourself.
Mom!
No, don't, don't, just do it as a fun game, I swear.
You'll bounce up.
It'll be really cool.
Like a feather.
I was a five-year-old with a fever, so only a hint of skepticism darted through my thoughts as I looked down and considered the possibility.
It's a long drop.
Well, that's all part of the fun.
It wouldn't be fun if it was just only a short drop.
If it were that way, you may as well just bounce on a real trembling.
We wouldn't want that.
That sounds great.
Where's one of those?
Oh, that's totally gay.
You're not Mr.
Widemouth.
You can't say that stuff.
Seriously.
You're going to get yourself in trouble.
That's pretty homophobic.
Yes, that's actually pretty insensitive.
I wish you wouldn't say it.
No, I'm just saying that it's totally gay.
Mr.
Widemouth, you can't be problematic.
Mr.
Widemouth, I just...
I just, could you just stop saying that, please?
Just stop being gay and just jump out the window.
I'm five.
I'm five years old.
I have a fever.
And that seems kind of harsh.
It's all right.
You feel like you're bullying me.
I think I'm being pressured into this.
Dare program time, but I'm not going to do it.
I toyed with the idea of picturing myself following through thin air only to bounce back to the window on something unseen by human eyes.
But the realist in me prevailed.
Maybe some other time.
I don't know if I have enough imagination and I could get hurt.
Mr.
Widemouth's face contorted into a snarl, but only for a moment.
Anger gave way to disappointment.
If you say so.
He spent the rest of the day under my bed, quiet as a mouse.
The following morning, Mr.
Widemouth arrived, holding a small box.
I want to teach you how to juggle.
Here are some things you could use to practice before I start giving you lessons.
I looked in the box, it was full of knives.
Practice with these
fucking box full of broken glass and knives.
I don't think I'm...
Can we start with maybe like a towel?
Maybe a pillow?
A ball or something.
I don't want anything.
Just a soft.
Like, I don't know anything soft.
I'm not showing up for like a baseball or something.
Yeah, my god, I'll even bend the knee to a ball.
Like a baseball.
Don't be gay.
Don't be gay.
Oh, Mr.
Watermouth, I don't think that language is appropriate.
I just think that the knives and the use.
I think you're kind of a bad guy.
I think you're not a nice...
I think you're actually kind of a not very well put together person.
Come on, seriously.
Just juggle these sharp, rusty knives.
Don't be gay.
I shouted, horrified that Mr.
Widemouth had brought knives into my room.
Objects that my parents would never allow me to touch.
I'll be spanked and grounded for a year!
Mr.
Widemouth frowned.
It's fun to juggle with this.
I want you to try it.
Push the box away.
I can't.
I'll get in trouble.
I mean, knives aren't safe to just throw in the air.
Mr.
Widemouth's frown deepened into a scowl.
He took the box of knives and slid under my bed, remaining there the rest of the day.
I began to wonder how often he was under me.
You are unappreciative.
I mean, I just so sorry.
I just, I can't do it.
I just, this is kind of weird.
Fuck you.
You know what?
I get it.
Okay.
Tell me.
You're not far.
Whatever.
You're just not cool, I guess.
You're just totally not cool.
Fuck.
I'm sorry, man.
I just, I'm fucking scared.
You're scared of me.
This is a lot.
Yeah, it's like, fuck sakes.
I can't, I can't, I can't fucking
look knives, man.
You're freaking me out.
No, whatever.
I'll just chill under here.
Well, let me come with you.
No, you just stay up there.
No, fuck, okay.
All right.
Well, I'm sorry.
But geez, dude, gosh.
I mean, I can't fucking jump out a window.
I'm fucking sick.
Fuck.
Oh, gosh.
I started having trouble sleeping after that.
Mr.
Wymouth Widemouth often woke me up at night, saying he put a real trampoline under the window.
A big one.
One that I couldn't see in the dark.
I always declined and tried to go back to sleep, but Mr.
Widemouth persisted.
Sometimes he stayed by my side until early in the morning, encouraging me to jump.
He wasn't so fun to play with anymore.
My mother came to me one morning, told me I had her permission to walk around outside.
She thought the fresh air would be good for me, especially after being confined to my room for so long.
Ecstatic, I put on my sneakers and trotted out to the back porch, yearning for the feeling of sun on my face.
Mr.
Widemouth was waiting for me.
I have something I want you to see,
he said.
I must have given him a weird look because he then said, You're safe, I promise.
I followed him to the beginning of a deer trail which ran through the woods beyond the house.
This is an important path.
I've had a lot of friends about your age.
When they were ready, I took them down to this path to a special place.
You aren't ready yet, but one day, I hope to take you there.
I returned to the playhouse, wondering what kind of place lay beyond that trail.
Two weeks after I met Mr.
Widemouth, the last load of our things had been packed into a movie truck.
I would be in the cab of that truck, sitting next to my father, for the long drive to Pennsylvania.
I considered telling Mr.
Widemouth that I would be leaving, but even at five years old, I was beginning to suspect that perhaps the creature's intentions were not to my benefit, despite what he said otherwise.
For this reason, I decided to keep my departure a secret.
My father and I were in the truck at 4 a.m.
He was hoping to make it to Pennsylvania by lunchtime tomorrow with the help of an endless supply of coffee and six pack of energy drinks.
He seemed more like the man.
Oh my, I thought he was going to say beer.
I was like, holy shit.
God.
But my dad was drinking coffee and bush light all morning, so he was totally good to go.
Just getting hammered on the road.
I've never heard anyone say a six pack of energy drinks.
A six pack of natty light and some coffee, and dad was wide awake.
Son, you're too young to get this, but sometimes your dad needs something to steady him for the road.
Yeah, exactly.
You know, when dad gets shaky in the morning, needs his magic water.
Get his daddy.
I need to level
before I get behind the wheel.
That's all, okay?
I just get shaky.
That's why that cooler's in between your legs.
Reach in there and get dad some of his magic water.
Help me out.
Help me out.
Be a team player.
You don't want dad to be sad, do you?
Yeah, dad's angry.
That's why mommy is such a bitch.
Don't you get it?
Dad,
I really don't think you should talk about mom that way.
He's like getting it from all these different angles.
And I really feel like you should.
It's like, stop being games.
Give me the beer.
God damn.
Oh, get you first.
Oh my God.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
What am I going to upset somebody?
When Mr.
Widemouth said it, I mean, you know, he lives in this house.
Maybe he doesn't understand the connotation, but you definitely know better.
Yeah, you're 48 years old.
I'm almost not to make allegations, but I'm almost positive Uncle Rodney would fall into that category.
And I think you would know better than to use harsh verbiage.
That would hurt him.
I'm making a lot of mature decisions for my age, and I don't want to.
I'm five.
I'm five years old.
I feel like I just want to be.
Can I just read my comic book or something?
Can I not?
Why am I in this?
I'm in two different predicaments.
I'm really vicarious on either side.
Anyway.
He seemed more like a man who was about to run a marathon rather than one who was about to spend two days sitting still.
Early enough for you?
He asked.
I nodded and placed my head against the window, hoping for some sleep before the sun came up.
I felt my father's hand on my shoulder.
This is the last move, son.
I promise.
I know it's hard for you, as sick as you've been.
Once daddy gets promoted, we can settle down and you can make some friends.
I opened my eyes as we backed out the driveway.
Saw Mr.
Wide Mouse silhouette in my bedroom window.
Stood motionless until the truck was about to turn onto the main road.
Gave a pitiful little wave goodbye.
Steak knife in hand.
Oh,
you see that too, right, Dad?
Daddy, do you see the tiny man in the window with the knife?
Dude, seriously, you're killing my fucking buzz.
Turn up the ZZ top and just shut the hell up.
If I have to hear one more word out of you.
For fuck's sake, I'm sorry.
Let's play a game.
It's called Shut Up Till Pennsylvania.
How's that sound?
Does that sound like a good game?
Slug bug.
It's a shoulder.
Jesus Christ!
Punches again.
Years later, I returned to New Vineyard.
The piece of land our house stood upon was empty except for the foundation.
As the house burned down a few years after my family left,
out of curiosity, I followed the deer trail that Mr.
Widemouth had shown me.
Part of me expected him to jump out from behind a tree and scare the living bejesus out of me.
But I felt that Mr.
Widemouth was gone, somehow tied to the house and no longer existed.
The trail ended at the new Vineyard Memorial Cemetery.
I noticed that many of the tombstones belonged to children.
Dun, done, done.
First off, I just want to say,
perfect creepypasta material.
I love, love, love that.
All right.
Mr.
Widemouth being,
I love the idea of a monster just being like, hey, kid, you should jump out the window.
Kill yourself.
Jump out the window.
Go ahead.
What's the worst?
I just love a reluctant child being like, duh,
I really don't think it's a good idea.
And the person just being like, no, seriously, it's so, it's super fun.
Just do it.
Yeah, I don't.
I don't think that's really a great idea.
Okay.
I guess, I mean, maybe tomorrow.
Mr.
Widemouth may have, may have moved his way to the top of today for me.
I mean, it's fun for what it is.
It's just like
had a weird memory of this little thing that wanted him to hurt himself.
And then when he grows up, it's like, oh, he was trying to kill me and he did it to a bunch of other kids.
It seemed like it's basic.
It's short.
You know, it gets its point across.
Yeah.
It's fun.
It's a fun little story.
Yeah.
Yeah.
I enjoyed it a lot.
So, all right.
So that's Mr.
Widemouth.
What What do we got after that?
Where do we want to go?
We've read Psycho.
Looks like
Oh, Polybius.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, you don't know about Polybius.
That's right.
We'll go there.
Let's do Polybius.
Another classic.
So, Polybius.
This is another one of those blueprint kind of things, right?
Okay.
In Portland, Oregon, in 1981, an unheard of new arcade game appeared in several suburbs, something of a rarity at the time.
This game was called Polybius.
The game proved to be incredibly popular to the point of addiction, and queues formed around the machines, quickly followed by clusters of visits from men in black.
Rather than the usual marketing data collected by company visitors to arcade machines, they collected some unknown data, allegedly testing responses to the psychoactive machines.
The players themselves suffered from a series of unpleasant side effects, amnesia, insomnia, nightmares, night terrors, and suicide appearing as having been caused by the game in various versions of the legend.
Some players stopped playing video games.
While it is reported that one became an anti-gaming activist,
so that's like the basic
rundown of it.
But then there's an alternate story that gets attached to it that says, Polybius is an urban legend about a rare arcade game released in 1981.
The game was created by a mysterious company called Sineschloshen, which
Sinneshloshen.
Ja!
And was a puzzle shoot-'em-up, somewhat like Tempest.
It was only released in a few suburbs of Portland, Oregon.
It was supposedly very popular with people forming long lines to play it.
However, players reported strange things about the game, such as hearing a woman crying and seeing grotesque faces out of the corner of their eyes.
Players would also have nightmares, experience nausea, headaches, blackouts, or even develop amnesia.
Some even committed suicide.
Others stopped playing video games altogether and one became an anti-video game activist, as mentioned earlier.
According to one owner of an arcade, men wearing black suits would often come to collect records from the game.
They did not take any money, simply data on gameplay.
Because of this, the leading theory is that it was some sort of government experiment using subliminal messages.
The game remains in obscurity as around one month after its release, all of the cabinets suddenly disappeared.
One cabinet reappeared in arcade in 98, but quickly disappeared again.
While some have tried to recreate the game, no one has ever found the original ROM.
It's kind of interesting to do the germ thing since deletions, because it's like, it seems like people, they're like basically stealing people's memories, loading them onto these cabinets, and then people come up and pick them up away.
I like, you know, this is like another little urban legend meme, too, but it's also something that's, I just like weird, fake
well, I guess you could just call it misinformation, but I was gonna say it's like I like when people are like, oh, yeah, there used to be these, like, and then, because attached here, I'll we'll attach the screenshots, but there's like actual like black and white photos of cabinets and stuff and whatever else.
It's also fun.
What's also cool about it is the
original Polybius story would get used in media a lot.
So like
video game articles like Game Informer back in the day would put like top 10 classic arcade cabinets and Polybius would be like number eight.
And they'd be like known for its great shooting or like it would be an inside joke to act like it was a real game.
Or like in an episode of The Simpsons, there's a scene where they're in an arcade room and you can see someone playing Polybius in the back.
Stuff like that.
So it became like this kind of like a zeitgeist that would get passed around and stuff.
So So it would be a joke if like you go to an arcade game, tell your friends like, oh, if they have Polybius, let me know.
That's like the best.
It was just like a little like a fun joke to play with each other.
So yeah, it's just a little urban legend that would get passed around in like horror circles and stuff.
And that the government's using it to try to collect data on gamers and stuff.
It actually,
the stories of Polybius started to come after a real life.
I'm pretty sure it was a game called Berserk.
It was an old arcade cabinet, but there were two different deaths that occurred that
media at the time, like back in the 80s, attributed to Berserk.
One of them was a kid had a heart attack at an
arcade.
What am I trying to do arcade?
Yeah, had a heart attack at an arcade and died.
And this actually happened.
I did this for a video, did the lookup for it.
And a kid did die of a heart attack.
Turns out he had a heart condition, got a little too excited and passed away.
But he apparently died near a berserk machine.
And then there was another instance of kids trying to get a high score on Berserk.
And then later on, two of the the kids got into a fight and one of them stabbed and killed the other kid.
So the belief was Berserk does something to your mind.
It makes you go crazy.
It makes you have heart attacks.
Like there are all these legends that came from the real world game Berserk.
So Polybius was kind of like an adaptation of that story.
I see.
That's well, that's that's fucking cool then, too.
Yeah, I mean, I, that's a fun way to just reintroduce that shit into the zeitgeist of like the other online horror zeitgeist.
Yeah, we have to read um
suicide mouse.
No, let's just
think we have to read.
I don't think you're getting out of this one.
We need to do who is phone at least.
Okay, but there's also who can't trust anyone.
Oh, why with white with
classic two, but I think we still like like suicide mouse is six minutes.
I think we have to read it.
God damn it.
All right.
Yep.
Suicide mouse it is.
Let's go.
All right.
Suicide mouse.
So, do any of you remember those those Mickey Mouse cartoons from the 1930s?
The ones that were just put out on DVD a few years ago?
Well, I hear there's one that was unreleased to even the most avid classic Disney fans.
According to sources, it's nothing special.
It's just a continuous loop like Flintstones, of Mickey walking past six buildings that goes on for two or three minutes before fading out.
Unlike the cutesy tunes put in, though, The song in this cartoon was not a song at all.
Just a constant banging on a piano for a minute and a half before going to white noise for the remainder of the film.
It wasn't the jolly old Mickey we've come to love either.
Mickey wasn't dancing, not even smiling, just kind of walking as if you or I were walking with a normal facial expression, but for some reason, his head tilted side to side as he kept this dismal look.
Up until a year or two ago, everyone believed that after it cut to black, that was it.
When Leonard Malton was reviewing the cartoon to be put in the complete series, he'd I love how they always name drop like someone who's like like a member like Stephen Hillenberg.
They gotta.
They have to.
It's for avid fans.
You know what I mean?
Yes, yes, of course.
He decided it was too junk to be on the DVD, but wanted to have a digital copy due to the fact that it was a creation of Walt.
When he had a digitized version up on his computer to look at the file, he noticed something.
The cartoon was actually nine minutes, four seconds long.
This is what my source emailed to me in full.
He was a personal assistant of one of the higher executives at Disney and acquaintance of Mr.
Malton himself.
After it cut to black, it stayed like that until the sixth minute before going back into Mickey walking.
The sound was different this time.
It was a murmur.
It wasn't a language, but more like a gurgled cry.
As the noise got more indistinguishable and loud over the next minute, the picture began to get weird.
The sidewalk started to go in directions that seemed impossible based on the physics of Mickey's walking.
And the dismal face of the mouse was slowly curling into a smirk.
On the seventh minute, the murmur turned into a blood-curdling scream, the kind of scream painful to hear, and the picture was getting more obscure.
Colors were happening that shouldn't have been possible at the time.
Mickey's face began to fall apart, his eyes rolled on the bottom of his chin like two marbles in a fishbowl, and his curled smile was pointing upwards on the left side of his face.
The buildings became rubble floating in mid-air, and the sidewalk was still impossibly navigating in warped directions.
A few seeming inconceivable with what we as humans know about direction.
That's a good line.
Mr.
Malta got disturbed and left the room, sending an employee to finish.
They always do this.
The main guy gets disturbed and sends like a lackey to watch it.
Sending an employee to finish the video and take notes of everything happening up until the last second.
And afterwards, immediately stored the disc of the cartoon into the vault.
And this distorted screaming lasted up until eight minutes and a few seconds in, and then it abruptly cuts to Mickey's mouse face at the credits of the end of every video with what sounds like a broken music box playing in the background.
This happened for about 30 seconds, and whatever was in that remaining 30 seconds, I haven't been able to get a sliver of information about.
From a security guard working under me who was making rounds outside of that room, I was told that after the last frame, the employee stumbled out of the room with pale skin, saying, Real suffering is not numbed
seven times before speedily taking the guard's pistol and off
you watched the 1930s Mickey Mouse cartoon.
Real suffering is not known.
It's not known.
I like to think that he like put it, put his hand over his mouth, threw up the fucking vomit went everywhere, and he's like, oh, oh, and grabbed the guy's gun.
Photorealistic vomit all over him.
The thing I could get out of Leonard Malton was that the last frame was a piece of Russian text that roughly said, The sights of hell bring its viewers back in.
As far as I know, no one else has seen it, but there have been dozens of attempts at getting the file on RapidShare by employees inside the studios, all of whom have been promptly terminated of their jobs.
Whether it got online or not is up for debate, but if rumors serve me right, it's online somewhere under suicidemouse.avi.
If you ever find a copy of the film, I want you to never view it and to contact me by phone immediately, regardless of the time.
When a Disney death is covered up as well as this, it means this has to be something huge.
Get back to me.
TR.
I've yet to find a copy of this, but it is out there.
I know it.
The end.
At least we got the guy pulling out the gun.
You know,
I seriously feel like the Candle Cove thing was so influential.
It just all feels like it's kind of the all ties back into that, doesn't it?
All of these come off of Candle Cove, for sure.
100%.
And then people started to do it with like real media.
So that's where you get like Dead Bart, Squidward Suicide, Suicide Mouse.
There was really...
Like, I remember there being one for like every show.
Like, there was a fairly odd parents one.
There was like a Total Drama Island one.
Like, I remember ones for, like, everything I watched.
All right.
So, the rake.
The rake creepypasta.
Now, several of you have heard of the rake.
The rake has a lot of different adaptations.
The version I'm most familiar with is when people say it's like a proxy of Slender Man.
So, like, Slenderman can turn, or Slenderman turns someone into the Rake in order to do it.
It's a Skinwalker, right?
It's like, it's like, it's closer to classic, like, Native American depictions of the Wendigo, like a humanoid, like kind of skeletal thing running around on the ground.
And it's, like, I think in some adaptations, it can shape-shift, or at least mimic voices.
I think that's right.
Um, yeah, this is one of the earliest renditions of the actual Creepypasta, but the rate gets used in so many different stories.
Like the overview for it here on creepypasta.com says, mostly associated with the image of a bald, pale-skinned creature hunched at an angle with bright orb-like eyes staring into the camera.
So it gets used all over the place, but
this is one of the most famous stories.
This is from a suicide note in 1964.
As I prepare to take my life, I feel it necessary to assuage any guilt or pain I have introduced through this act.
It is not the fault of anyone other than him.
For once I awoke and felt his presence, and once I awoke and saw his form.
Once again I awoke and heard his voice and looked into his eyes.
I cannot sleep without fear of what I might next wake experience.
I cannot ever wake.
Goodbye.
Found in the same wooden box were two empty envelopes addressed to William and Rose, and one loose personal letter with no envelope.
Dearest Lenny, I have prayed for you.
I have prayed for you.
He spoke your name.
So then, another journal entry, translated from Spanish in 1880, reads, I have experienced the greatest terror.
I have experienced the greatest terror.
I have experienced the greatest terror.
I see his eyes when I close mine.
They are hollow, black.
He saw me and pierced me.
His wet hand.
I will not sleep.
His voice, followed by unintelligible text.
Another, a mariner's log from 1691 says, he came to me in my sleep.
From the foot of my bed, I felt a sensation.
He took everything.
We must return to England.
We shall not return here again at the request of the rake.
I was to say, then we get the very infamous photo.
Yes, the classic, the classic phrase.
It's probably just as like, probably just as infamous as the like a couple, like the Russian sleep experiment, the
Jeff the Killer.
You know, like, I feel like it's up there.
It's got to be.
Mm-hmm.
Three years ago, I had just returned from a trip from Niagara Falls with my family for the 4th of July.
We were all very exhausted after a long day of driving, so my husband and I put the kids right to bed and called it a night.
At about 4 a.m., I woke up thinking my husband had gotten up to use the restroom.
I used the moment to steal back the sheets, only to wake him in the process.
I apologized and told him I thought he got out of bed.
When he returned to face me, he gasped, pulled his feet up from the end of the bed so quickly as he almost knocked me out of the bed, then grabbed me and said nothing.
After adjusting to the dark for a half second, I was able to see what caused the strange reaction.
At the foot of the bed, sitting and facing away from us, there was what appeared to be a naked man, or a large hairless dog of some sort.
Its body position was disturbing and unnatural, as if it had been hit by a car or something.
For some reason, I was not instantly frightened by it, but more concerned as to its condition.
At this point, I was somewhat under the assumption that we were supposed to help him.
My husband was peering over his arm and knee, tucked into the fetal position, occasionally glancing at me before returning to the creature.
In a flurry of motion, the creature scrambled around the side of the bed and then crawled quickly in a flailing sort of motion right along the bed until it was less than a foot from my husband's face.
The creature was completely silent for about 30 seconds, or probably closer to five.
It just seemed like a while.
Just looking at my husband.
The creature then placed its hands on his knee and ran into the hallway leading to the kids' rooms.
I screamed and ran for the light switch, planning to stop him before he hurt my children.
When I got to the hallway, the light from the bedroom was enough to see it crouching and hunched over about 20 feet away.
He turned around and looked directly at me, covered in blood.
I flipped the switch on the wall and saw my daughter Clara.
The creature ran down the stairs while my husband and I rushed to help our daughter.
She was very badly injured and spoke only once more in her short life.
She said.
He is the rake.
My husband drove his car into a lake that night.
God, okay,
okay, man.
I just love how nonchalant the
things are.
The verbiage of the budget.
So anyways,
my husband just drove his shit into a lake.
It's whatever.
My husband drove his car to a lake that night while rushing our daughter to the hospital.
He did not survive.
Being a small town, news got around pretty quickly.
The police were helpful at first, and the local newspaper took a lot of interest as well.
However, the story was never published, and the local television news never followed up either.
For several months, my son Justin and I stayed in a hotel near my parents' house.
After we decided to return home, I began looking for answers myself.
I eventually located a man in the next town over who had a similar story.
We got in contact and began talking about our experiences.
He knew of two other people in New York who had seen the creature we now refer to as the Rake.
It took the four of us about two solid years of hunting on the internet and writing letters to come up with a small collection of what we believed to be accounts of the rake.
None of them gave any details, history, or follow-up.
One journal had an entry involving the creature in its first three pages and never mentioned it again.
A ship's log explained nothing of the encounter, saying only that they were told to leave by the rake.
That was the last entry in the log.
There were, however, many instances where the creature's visit was one of a series of visits with the same purpose.
Multiple people also mentioned being spoken to, my daughter included.
This led us to wonder if the rake had visited any of us before our last encounter.
I set up a digital recorder near my bed and left it running all night, every night, for two weeks.
I would tediously scan through the sounds of me rolling around in my bed each day when I woke up.
By the end of the second week, I was quite used to the occasional sound of sleep while blurrying through the recording at eight times the normal speed.
This still took almost an hour every day.
On the first day of the third week, I thought I heard something different.
What I found was a shrill voice.
It was the rake.
I can't listen to it long enough to even begin to transcribe it.
I haven't let anyone listen to it yet.
All I know is that I've heard it before.
and I now believe that it spoke when it was sitting in front of my husband.
I don't remember hearing anything at the time, but for some reason, the voice in the recorder immediately brings me back to that moment.
Thoughts that must have gone through my daughter's head make me very upset.
I've not seen the rake since he ruined my life, but I know he has been in my room while I slept.
I know and fear that one night I'll wake up to see him staring at me.
And that is the end of the original Creepypasta by Brian Somerville.
Awesome.
That's my
You know, I think there might have been just a little, a little bit of sarcasm there.
So after the after this, the rake got used everywhere.
People would drop it.
They'd write stories about, like, I'm in the woods, I'm in a cabin, the rakes outside trying to kill me, stuff like that.
It was very common.
Yeah.
Also, does this make you realize, while when you read 40 of these in a row, what Baraska does or what Pin Pal does,
yeah.
Yeah, like that's why they had so much acclaim at once.
It, um,
you know, and they're just good stories.
I mean, like, it's just something too where it's like, uh,
to have to sit down, like, the, too, the, the,
the discipline it takes to sit down and write a full-length story is so hard.
Yeah.
And it's like, it's, it's something, too, that has to be so meticulously crafted and put together to where sometimes it sucks whenever you read something where you're like, yeah, this is a nice long story.
You can tell someone put their heart into it.
And then it just doesn't land.
It sucks because you're looking at it as like a piece of just free media that you're just like, this sucks, whatever.
But seeing something that, you know, these, these like little blurbs where some guy probably just like was shitting his pants and just like writing something for 20 minutes.
He's like, boom, boom,
it gets uploaded.
You know, it makes you appreciate the stuff where someone's like, I had a full, this idea.
I marked it down.
You know, I did whatever to make this a full, you know, experience.
So I don't know.
All I'm saying is,
you know, not that I'm, not that I'm fatigued, but if I had to, I'm so glad that we're just doing this all now, because it would suck to have to just keep her busy.
Just getting them out of the way.
Just get them the fuck out of the way.
Can we just end with who was phone?
Can we just can we just call it?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
So let's just do who was phone.
I think who was phone is the best way to end this.
And if you don't mind, I would like to rate this one.
I was going to take you to the statue, white with red, all of them.
But you know what?
Fine.
That means nothing to you, Hunter.
I'm going to read this.
Who was phone?
It's our last one today.
One of the classics here it's rated a healthy 6.33 out of 10.
this is a famous one so here we go okay so basically it's like this you're at a friend's house for like the night or whatever and then you guys are making out on the couch yeah and then like her dad calls on the phone and says no i she likes it more if you use the other hand yeah
and you're all like
Oh, dude, your dad is trying to give me advice on how to diddle you.
And then she's like,
I don't have a dad or whatever, but what
who was phone
also
so you're with your honey and you're making out when the phone rings you answer and the voice is what are you doing with my daughter you tell you're the girl and she say my dad is dead then who was phone
and that is the end of who's phone
So the joke with this one was people would list like, what's the scariest thing you've ever read?
And people would like
who was phone my like i couldn't sleep for weeks after that like it was the scariest thing ever so everyone would hype it up and then when you eventually find it it would be this
i love it yep i i love this uh
i love it it's the it to me this is the accumulation of everything we've read today and i think
when i when i was a kid i heard about this and i was and i was like okay it's really scary and then i find this and i'm like oh someone's made this as a trick to hide the real story from me it's a troll so i kept looking for the real quote-unquote yeah but where's the good one at yeah exactly yeah exactly well you know what i think it was uh this was a it's like walking through the baseball uh hall of fame or whatever it's like the it's like walking through like the the you know what's the the walk of fame in hollywood whatever with less homeless people and it this is a uh it was nice going through and i and i'll tell you what i would say the majority of stuff we read today you're like ah you know
it you know interesting interesting ideas.
It's also cool just to see stuff that starts at such an influential stage.
Like this, like all these things where people,
you know, millions of people probably read this shit and that like sparked tons of people to just be like, I want to make a Bicky Bass horse egg, or I want to, you know, I want to try to find him in Minecraft or all that kind of stuff is, I think, pretty cool how moving these little stories were.
Yep.
So now, now maybe you can respect a little bit more the prime rib, you're dealing with.
I agree.
I agree.
Well, you know what?
Listen, it does not fall.
I appreciate everything we read here.
I think that if anything, we need to tell our little viewers here that guess what, dude?
We give them prime rib.
We're serving them prime rib, dude.
We do.
You know,
spoiled rotten.
Spoiled rotten.
They are.
I agree.
I agree.
They need to suffer like I did.
I agree.
I agree.
Well, Isaiah, it's been a fun one, guys.
Thank you so much for listening today.
Be sure to, you know, sign up.
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Give us some nice ratings there.
And until next time, we're going to have a nice fun one.
Also,
we really should do the channel zero Creep TV thing.
Creep TV is not gone.
We're just trying to figure out what to do with it.
We still need to finish up Marvel Hornets.
That will happen someday.
But yeah.
Any final words?
Thank you all for watching.
Let us know.
Yeah, keep sending stuff like this.
I need to torture Hunter more.
I need him to know what I went through.
But thank you all for watching.
Appreciate you guys.
And yeah, thank you so much for the support.
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New creepcast merch on the way soon.
I also have merch available to buy right now, which I can say because I'm wearing your merch right now, Hunter.
So check out my merch before you get
out your merch and I'm going to buy your merch while you buy my merch.
Oh, that's so sweet.
Thanks.
I have new merch coming out too soon.
So if you guys want to keep, I guess, have a full closet.
I don't know.
Bye.
