CreepCast - My Dad Ate Meat From A Deer That Walked On Two Legs | CreepCast

Episode Date: November 16, 2025

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Let me ask you something. Okay. Before we get into the story. I don't really need you to kind of snuggle in because today's story is going to be a creepy one from a very good author. So I'm going to get you extra scared right at the beginning. What would you do? Picture yourself laying in your bed. It's like 3.30 in the morning.

There's a small lamp on illuminating besides your bed, right? what would you do if there's a man my size completely nude sweaty as shit you have two options would you rather he sings beginning of jackson five's a bc or if he sings that gary jules cover of mad world that was popular in donnie darko which would which would you which would you Which would you rather he sing? Can I kill myself? That is out of the question. Then probably ABC.

See, I was going to say Mad World. So that tells a lot about us and I guess our sleep paralysis demons. So what's your point at asking that? Welcome back to Griepcast. Today we are going to be reading My Dad ate meat from a deer that walked on two legs. Now, he's acting

kind of strange. Isaiah, why don't you tell us about this seasoned author that we've read before? You just, you take me from these scenarios and you ask me questions and I'm expected to perform as if nothing happened. This story is from, okay.

This story is from two, three. This is your story Me A. B.C. What you see me? Baby you and me. Okay.

This story is from Christian Wallace, who I'm sure you guys are very familiar with. Every time we've covered one of his stories on the show, it has been a banger. If you have forgotten, he's the guy that did the roleplay video. So my wife has taken our roleplay too far. My husband's taking our roleplay too far.

and he also did the only other astronaut on this mission died six weeks ago Mr. Floppy. He's also under the pen name C.H. Wallace or Christian Wallace, I believe goes by both. He has this website C.H.wallis.com or dot co.uk. And he also has several

books out that are anthology stories. So with teeth, webbed, more teeth, the shimmering tree. We're going to have all this stuff linked in the description. Be sure to check him out. He is one of the goats. So we're going to be hitting him again today. Hunter, what made you choose this story specifically from his catalog? Well, one, I thought I saw some people talking about it.

And then me and Harry were talking about it too. But there was just like an image of a deer standing up on its hind legs. And I was like, oh, that's kind of a fun story idea. And then when I clicked it and I saw it was Christian Wallace. So I said, oh, shit, this is this is the one. And it got me excited. Also, it's been a while since we've read Christian's work. And I feel like every time we read it, we have a good time.

Every time. Yeah, yeah. He's a perfect. it always hits he's a good he's a good good shooter for sure uh so i'm excited to get into it i'm looking forward to it and now granted this story has the title of dad in it uh which last time we read a story that had the title of dad it did not go so where so do you have a contingency in place to blame harry for everything if this goes wrong i'm gonna have to but also uh you sound sick i am are you sick yes are you going to power

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and we appreciate it love you all right well hunter are you ready to talk a story about a dad and deers that won't involve you know that kind of violence i hope i don't think that's going to be that kind of violence but i'm going to try i'm going to think that this guy if he's eating a deer how do we know like do you think he's going to grow antlers can we set up some bear traps now uh there's going to be some mention of c wd uh what is that that's all I got really it's probably going to be like a not deer slash windigo kind of thing

you know oh I see I have a feeling that this is going to be a son he's like yeah my daddy he he ate this weird meat and he's being weird and I have a feeling that at the beginning the dad are going to be going to be hunting and the kids are going to be like I never really liked hunting I'm not good at it and at the end he's going to have to kill his fucking dad is what I think it's going to be yep good chance good chance well you're ready to read it let's do it Let's do it. Ugh. The party was two weeks ago.

I stole a few beers when the adults weren't looking and shared them with Lucy Sitkins away from the crowd. She drank hers greedily as we sat beneath the bow of a low tree, speaking low so no passerby could hear. Every time we whispered, we tilted our faces a little closer and closer. There's a moment where I thought she was going to rest her head on my shoulder and she told me about how she wanted to be a vet. And my heart skipped as I debated putting my arm around her waist.

was all cut short when her father, Larry, stood in front of everyone in the party and forced a beer canned down his throat. I didn't see it. I only heard the cries that had us both sitting upright beneath the branches. By the time we got back to the party, the adults were escorting the kids away and ambulance sirens were fast approaching. Dad was there, and he told me to take my little sister home. The grim and frightening look on his face made me forget Lucy and the smell of beer on her breath. I try hard to remember if she ate from the barbecue. Sometimes I think she

didn't. Other times I swear I can picture her biting into a burger and it's so vivid I think it must be a memory. It's moot either way. I'll never see her again. Interesting. That sounds like a total you move or like a move someone in your family would pull randomly. Just like

oh guys watch this and then it becomes like a tragedy. Yeah. Did you guys know that you can actually eat beer cans? And then immediately someone's like, oh my God, call the police! I like how quickly it escalated to. He's just like, yeah, the course, the mountain on the can is blue so it's cold.

How did he get that? Also, I want to say it is impressive that he got it down that far. Well, I think the implication is that her father was like a windigo tainted or something like that to consume everything you eat everything

yeah so he just shoved it down his mouth which like tore open his throat and while the police ambulance got called and stuff but the mention of I'm trying to remember of shape from the barbecue means he was probably feeding everyone human meat or like meat from the deer that had this disease or whatever yeah um

so he tainted he infected everyone he served them some deer yeah Yeah. I felt a little gross when I went into school the next day and asked around if the stories about her dad were true. When my father got home the night of the party, he hadn't spoken to me or mom. He just went to bed and didn't tell us what happened. Come morning, I saw some of the older kids by the school gates and overheard them talking.

The details made my stomach churned, but I wanted to know more. I didn't want to act all excited about something terrible, but this felt like the kind of thing people would be talking about for years. Larry Sitkins had swallowed a beer can shoved it down his throat like a fucking boa constrictor eating an egg At least that's how one kid described it to me There was more of course He'd praise Satan before slitting his own throat

Got in pissed drunk and falling hard onto the ground While chugging a beer Try to catch the can midair Someone had punched him mid-sip There were a lot of variations on what happened and how But there were only theories that got turned into rumors A lot of us were just trying to make make sense of it. Larry was a pretty run-of-the-mill guy. He was a landscaper who made lame jokes at

kids' birthday parties. He was about as nondescript as they came, at least as far as a bunch of teenagers were concerned. We got halfway through the day before Mr. Straub shut the bleachers on his neck. Oh, well, okay. He was in front of the cheerleaders. There were ambulances again, crying girls, boys, and even some of the teachers. Most of them just looked confused, Except for Mr. Straub, I managed to catch a glimpse of him as I jogged over to find out what all the screaming was about. He looked empty of all thoughts and emotions, with his head set on a crooked angle. I was figured that was how people must look when dead, but apparently he'd been like that during the act. He'd walked up, perched his neck between the slided benches, and hit the remote button to slide the bleachers closed.

The whole time was just slack-jawed and stupid-looking, even as the metal mechanism crunched vertebrae and cartilage. I later learned Larry had been like this too when he killed himself. He was getting ready to pop the tab on a fresh beer when he simply stopped, picked up at the sky, and forced the whole thing down his throat into a single world-shattering moment. Two instances, too, where they, it's both, like, neck, like cutting, like, you know what I mean? clogging the neck and then also pinning it on their neck. I wonder if, like, you know, it just feels a bit too coincidental.

Yeah, I was wrong about the whole Windigo thing about it being like to consume everything. It looks like they ate the meat equivalent of bird box. They ate the bird box to go order. Oh, what's that other movie where everyone? Oh, the happening. They just throw themselves off. Oh, yeah, yeah. That's such a funny movie, dude.

I love that. Oh, it's a great movie. I love when the plants are pissed and they're killing nuts. But I love Mark Wahlberg's at the house. And the woman's like, the woman they're staying with is down the hallway. She's like, do you plan on killing me in my sleep? And then Mark Wahlberg's like, what? What?

No. murder me gag me while I sleep ma'am what no no what's one of the worst line reads ever I want to know what

I want to know what jokes the guy is saying at the birthday parties before he kills himself no I remember he's like he's the kind of guy that made lame jokes he's a landscaper and he made lame jokes at birthday parties oh yeah well just kind of like that honestly like that character you did for the

the slip story like that who called the pod popper who uh oh it's me okay all right so pretty innocent stuff i didn't know if he was going more raunchy with it like if he was trying to no no no i don't think it'd be i don't think he would phrase it as lame jokes then i think it's kind of like uh oh is this party for me huh oh oh sorry oh you sorry my bad like that kind of thing yeah i didn't know if he was walking up and being like yeah so a chinese guy a black dude and a rabbi walked into a bar you're like what whoa easy

I mean if that's what you want the character to be no kids come here come where you going ah it's a good one I'll tell you so anyways they said someone gets like help help dude I've gotten trapped so many times

at my fucking like white trash families like a white trash family members like I don't know birthday party or you know Chris's morning or something you get trapped with like just somebody who's telling you like a joke like that it's the fucking worst

the absolute worst there's like no payoff either and they almost always forget the joke they almost always forget it and uh well he's like one of the leaves first and so then like a horse walks in because that's the punch line

like a horse walks in and uh I don't know but pretty much they're all mad at each other and it's like the gross a bit You're like, okay, okay. It's a, it's a commentary on like race relations in the United States. Yeah, we got fucking right. If I remember, yeah, it's commentary.

He's like, yeah, I don't know. I just thought that was funny as fuck. I much all they would say is like that. Yeah, it's pretty much the funniest fucking thing. I heard my life. So, yeah, this is actually jokes. This is the centers around like social issues and like, you know, economic downturn within communities.

It's, uh, this is 1800. So it's pretty good, pretty good joke. I'd be like, wow, I'm so. You're so, you're absolutely. you're so smart. Yeah, yeah, thanks, man. Really, I just have a passion for, you know, like a social change and, you know. Yeah, I mean, you know, get welfare policies to people to need it.

So people thought I was crazy. This joke's really just to highlight, you know, the issues with that. People really thought I was crazy going into the big city and get my, my master's degree at DeVry University. But I proved them wrong. So that's all the way. You learn a lot there. You learn a lot. And there's a lot of tragedies that are kind of hard to.

or, you know, to talk about in an honest sense, but if you packages as a joke, if you make people laugh, you make them listen. So, you know, that's why I tell these jokes. It's because I care. It's because I care. Where are we at in the store? I didn't know it back then. World chattery moment. Yeah, yeah. I didn't know it back then, but there were others just like Larry and Mr. Straub. A barista in a coffee shop steamed half the skin off her arm while keeping eye contact with the guy in the drive-thru. Doctor at the local clinic. How big was this party? exactly yeah it's my dad's birthday party and 700 people showed up you're like really also this really is kind of turning into like the happening like people just kind of like forcibly like

killing themselves in like such a brutal way it seems like yeah yeah about did you ever watch bird box now the one with Sandra bollick yeah yeah do you know the premise of it yeah like you can't see the thing so she has to have a like blind or like a if you look at it you you look at it you you kill yourself. Yeah, yeah, yeah. And like all,

nearly all the deaths in that movie are comedic because it's like they just walk into traffic to jump off of buildings and stuff like that. So this is, this is the meat bird box.

It's a great movie about people killing themselves. What? There's this great Japanese horror film called, I think it's called Club. Have you heard of that? Oh, yes.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. From the 90s, right? Yeah, early 2000, whatever apparently it's kind of cool it's like a j-pop song uh over the radio makes people

want to kill themselves looking into it it was like apparently around that time in like the mid to late 90s there was like this huge like unemployment wave in japan and like tons of people were killing themselves and that that movie was uh just a response to that or just it was just kind of interesting i don't know but the movie is very interesting it's it's really good Also, sorry, YouTube. The Unalive Club. Oh, thank you. Yeah, well, I just had that.

Didn't I say kill, didn't I say can I kill myself like 30 seconds into the video, though? That's fine. You just can't say a naughty word. Lots of people shot themselves, but not one of them aimed for the head. That's a weird touch if you think about it. These people obliterated their torsos or limbs with high-powered rifles at point-blink range.

No reason offered. It's a vacant expression as they deleted bits of their bodies. and left nothing but ragged stumps. You might be on to something with the whole throat like they did something to their neck theory. It just seems a little too coincidental, isn't it? Mm-hmm. The only one that doesn't match is,

uh, well, it's okay, maybe they're going for the heart, not the throat or like the neck or something, because has a doctor put an embolism, like an air embolism into his heart. And then the coffee shop girl steamed half the skin off her arm,

but that seems like a, just a bad attempt. yeah there was no school the next day which was the only real clue i got about how panic the local authorities were wouldn't be long before the national authorities joined in on the panic too but that would come later that morning my parents left the house at 930 for a meeting at the town hall and they dropped me off at my grandma's on the way i waited for them to leave before i told my grandma was heading out it was a hot day and she only nodded to her approval as she sat reading with my sister she hated see me play video games and always encouraged me to go make my

own adventures outside. I had no plans. Didn't even want to see any of my friends. I thought a lot about Mr. Straub's face as I crossed empty farmer's fields and walked into the woods. I've been to an open casket funeral once. It was for Father Dennis who'd christened me as a baby. Not that I remember anything about him except his stony face resting gently in the soft white folds of his casket's interior. That seemed so long ago and so sterile that the thought of it was a bit sad but not a whole lot else. Mr. Straub's face had frightened me with his swollen lips and bulging eyes, alive one moment and dead the next, with only pain to separate the two. And yet he looked so bored hanging there from his own broken neck, still wearing those ridiculous red shorts he'd always had on no matter the weather. Took time to recognize that seeing a dead body had freaked me out.

I felt like it shouldn't have messed with me as much as it did, and I guess that's why there was a little bit of anger mixed in with all those thoughts in my head. It's also why I pushed on through the woods until the trees began to thin, marching in the humid summer heat until my t-shirt was soaked and my legs ached. I wanted to feel tired. Wanted it's the lonely thing I could think of for my throbbing hamstrings and sunburnt forehead. It ended when I reached the tracks. Shaggy rocks and boulders rose steeply on the opposite side. Only other ways to go were left into town or ride into a dark tunnel, its mouth bristling with ivy.

At least the air coming from it was cold. so I took a second to stand and catch my breath, feeling the sweat cool and evaporate as the wind billowed gently out of the darkness. I wasn't stupid, though. I paid close attention in case I heard the sound of any passing trains, and when I did hear one, I raced off the tracks as quick as I could. It honked as it came past.

Another day, and I might have worried that I was going to get in trouble for playing on the rails, but all I could really think of was a thing I'd seen lined by the tracks. It had been lit up by the train as it came roaring out of the tunnel, not far from the entrance. In the strange silence after the train had gone, there was only the dim light of the setting sun to see inside the tunnel. Everything looked the same.

Old clothes, broken bottles, discarded crates, trash strewn around wherever it found space. But I knew what I'd seen in the harsh white light of the train's passing beams, and it was a hell of a lot more than garbage. I'd seen a man. He was lying face down. There'd even been a hand, bright and pale like the moon, in the night sky. I was sure of it. I didn't know what to do, not right away. I was afraid and

didn't want to go inside, but I couldn't just pretend I hadn't seen anything either. I tried shouting to them. If someone down there heard me, they gave no sign of it. It wasn't until I actually stepped in the darkness and let my eyes adjusts that I confirmed there really was a man lying down in there. He was draped across the tracks, and he didn't have any legs. Judging by the way the blood stains turned the color of shit, he'd been there for a while. Hell, half a dozen trains must have gone right over him, thinking he was just an old bit of cloth or something. That's if they saw anything at all.

In that time, he dried out a little. He wasn't a mummy or anything, but the blood on his stumps and coming out of his mouth look more like jelly and corn syrup. I was sobbing by this point, crying hard as I tried to make sense of what I was meant to do, while also feeling like all of this was terribly unfair to me. There's a moment where I could almost feel myself wanting to be a kid again, a proper one. little, one who doesn't have to do things, one who can get upset and scream and run away. I'd only just started to appreciate how badly I'd been messed up by seeing Mr. Straub, and then God

went and dropped that kind of nightmare in my lap. Teeth stained black with blood and open eyes looked at nothing. It felt like a nightmare. Not just the moment with the body, but everything else too. Everything since that beer beneath the tree had felt like it wasn't part of reality anymore, but nightmares end. I was outside, gasping, vomiting, crying my eyes out when I heard something shuffling the tunnel I just ran out of. Part of me thought that a sound must mean someone was alive and close by, and that meant I wasn't alone.

But another part of me thought something else entirely. It was a part of me that took over, stopped me crying or making any more noise. My mouth turned dry as a desert, and all of a sudden I was no longer hot all over, but cold, freezing cold. and my legs were backpedaling away from the tunnel with short, quiet steps. The noise persisted. It was the shuffle of something getting dragged over gravel and old plastic bags.

It had a rhythm to it that was slow. The word that springs to mind is when I got taught in biology class a long time ago. Locomotion. Something down there was moving. It was moving towards me. It sounds slow and broken and feeble, but that didn't matter. Somehow, even though I knew it was completely insane, saying, I just knew what was going to come out of that tunnel. I knew it the way the rabbit

knows the wolf or the ant knows the spider. But still, when I saw him crawl out of the dark and into the light, I screamed so loud I'd have a sore throat for the next few days. It was the man from the tracks, and even though he moved, he was not alive. I tried telling myself that he couldn't have been dead because only living things move, but that was horseshit. He dragged his bloody, legless torso with one working arm while the other lay dislocated across his back, the fingers of both hands curling as he heaved himself along and that face. That same empty gawking expression. Just like Mr. Straubbs, he wasn't alive.

He was a dead thing that made him some kind of impossible monster. I turned and ran screaming through the trees. Whole time, I could only think of the thing that was behind me and was trying to close the distance. It didn't matter that it was slow. Didn't matter that I ran for over an hour. Didn't even matter that I wasn't sure if I knew my way home or was even running in the right direction.

All that mattered was putting one foot in front of the other until there was nothing left inside me. Time turned funny. Seconds moved in strange staccatoes until eventually I collapsed on legs made of rubber. Then I dragged myself into an old tree hollow to hide and that was where I lost all consciousness. Interesting. So this like old corpse,

it's almost like there's a thing inside of it. Like, what he says, locomotion, it reminded me of the way that, like, bacteria are described when they move around and stuff like that, right? Yeah, that's what I was going to say is, like, uh, it's not necessarily a zombie. Like, it doesn't look like the thing has sentience. It's more so like a parasite that's controlling it inside. So it's like basically piloting a dead body, which I think is pretty sweet. Yeah. So it's like it wants them to kill themselves maybe so that it can take control.

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That was what my grandma was trying to wrestle out of his hands. She held a knife and that's why there was blood, but I didn't know whose it was. I wasn't sure what she was planning to do with it until she tried to use it to cut his trigger finger off. The scuffle resulted in another bang and a window exploded outwards. I finally ducked and grabbed my sister, rushing her into another room, but there were three more explosions and each one broke something inside me. By the time I heard my name being called, I was half deaf and twitching the things that weren't there.

My sister pleaded for me to come back, her pink fingers grasping for me as I put her down, but my mother was shouting for me to come help, and I wanted to keep my family safe. She told me to get something to tie that up while she and my grandma used both arms to pin each of his wrist to the ground. His hand bled weakly as my grandma used every inch of her strength to simultaneously pin him and stop the flow. He thrashed slowly beneath him, his movement's languid and easy, but I could tell it was a struggle for them to keep him down. As I ran to the garage, I saw the gun on the ground with my dad's severed finger nearby.

I kicked it out of reach before returning shortly with the rope my grandma used to tie the garage door open during hot summers. Mom tied the knots. My grandma tried talking to my dad and it was one of the few times in my life I saw her as the woman who'd once changed his diapers. Owl. Gosh. Kind of a sad line. God damn. She was so soothing and tender and her constant muttering that everything would be okay seemed so fragile. She was scared for him. Mom just did everything in her power to wrestle some safety out of the moment. Only once his arms were securely behind his back and she was confident he wasn't breaking free. Did she stand back, put her hands behind her,

and then immediately hunched forward and sob. Call ambulance. My grandma told me as she walked into the other room to get my sister. Before I got the phone, I briefly hugged my mom who didn't seem to notice. I risked a glance at my dad who didn't look at anything at all. Dead eyes gazed vacantly at nothing as he fought to free his arms. When he finally looked at me, it was no different how he looked at the floor or the wall. That's so, oh, it's so cool.

the parasites or whatever's in them i assume from the meat because of the mention at the beginning but whatever's in them is like um possessing them and causing them to uh become like these these uh zombies not not like traditional zombie like voodoo zombie makes you think of stuff like uh that movie the crazies or you know any of these any of these kind of movies where basically somebody has lost control and they become either hyper violent uh towards themselves or other people pretty interesting like the sadness even to an extent but this idea of starting the story and we don't know any of the characters

there's no build up and it's just right at the point where the party goes south is very interesting and now we're just getting these little vignettes of like very strange moments of this kid who we really don't even know either is taking us through this town and his experiences and all the weird shitty saying it's just it's like an interesting way to tell the story

you know I feel like there'd be a lot of like buildup first And then you would get into the, the, you know, the big, uh, changing moment. But it's just, uh, it's cool to just be immediately be brought in as like a fly in the wall when shit goes south. Pretty interesting. And we're getting a little bits of information about the family as we, you know, get into each of these little segments. It's a fun, um, motif to have the character walk in in the midst of the chaos. Yeah. Uh, where he's like, she, there's blood.

Why is there blood? She's holding a knife. whose blood is it he has a gun it goes off like that's a fun uh it's a lot way to piece stuff together it's a lot it feels like tidal waves of just new shit we're like what what you know like it's kind of like unrelenting so far the story is christian does a really good job at for one his exposition like uh has weight to it mostly because it's i mean it's written well but it's so um careful where it's placed a lot of the story's just actions like this is happening, this is happening, this is happening.

So the exposition feels almost like a breath and it comes in at good times and stuff like that. It's just a good rider. Yeah, the exposition doesn't feel like it's holding the viewer's hand. It feels like, yeah, like you're like an air of brevity for a moment. Yep. And a lot happens very quickly. Yeah. Yeah, I mean, it's a fucking, it's been

a roller coaster ride so far. I didn't go to school the next day either. Some men from the government came to take dad in the morning and mom ordered me to my room when they arrived. She asked him a thousand questions, but their replies were short and stern. All I managed to over here were a few muffled phrases. Please stay put, ma'am. So we'll be in contact with you shortly. When I ran to my window to look at them walking down the drive, I saw that they all wore masks. One of them saw me staring.

Thought he was going to wave, but he didn't. There's a biohazard symbol on their clothes. After they left, Mom focused on making dinner and looking after my sister. She kept me close the whole time, barking anxious questions whenever I tried to leave the room. Where are you going? Just the bathroom. Oh, okay then. It felt like she was painting normality on a tissue paper, desperately afraid of breaking it. I tried my best to seem like I was okay.

That's another. That's a great line. I tried my best to seem like I was okay. Last thing I wanted was to feel like some kid who needs his mommy. We mostly just talked about mundane things, but it was hard for both of us. The only time the atmosphere seemed to change was when she asked me something strange halfway through dinner. Did your father, when you both went hunting a few months back, what did you do with the meat? I don't know.

Dad took care of all that. Why? The men who took him asked a whole bunch of questions about it. Then with a fragile smile. Have you done your homework? They told me your teacher would send you some assignments online. Just like that, the thin pretense of normality came back. But I was left with a wriggling feeling in my stomach.

It didn't go away as the evening marched on. In fact, it only grew worse until I found myself in bed rolling from side to side and thinking about mom's question. The men who'd bundled Dad off hadn't seemed like the kind who messed around. Must have some idea what was going on, so why I ask about meat?

On some level, I knew the moment she'd asked me why it was relevant. Dad loved to hunt, and he always brought meat to parties and barbecues. Wasn't it obvious? He brought something back from the woods, hadn't he? I didn't got hunted for a long time nearly three months

every time he asked I refused and I think he knew why on the very last trip dad shot three deer but he certainly did not have tags for those that might have been a little of illegal hunting that's okay dad got a little excited he saw there's so many there's so many dad no

it's so weird we were out there by dad That's corn feeder. And it's the middle of night, but he had a big spotline. Those jokes make no sense to most of our audience. Dad shot three deer, but we only brought back two. One for us. One for the town barbecue.

Okay. This meat, this meat we killed. One for the family. One for the doctor, the barista, the teacher. Everyone. Everyone gets a deer. The third he shot, but we left it out on the forest floor because by the time it had died, I was pale and shaking and even dad couldn't keep the tremor out of his voice.

Neither of us had expected the deer to stand up on its hind legs and walk towards us like a man. Oh, that's fun. It's a gay to heavy and broken thing as it lumbered over the forest floor. So why he did it was because it was like probably self-defense or something. Yeah. What the fuck? Yeah, these are two tags from the season. Get back of the show.

Oh my God. I also love how that comes out of nowhere, how it's like, not nowhere. I mean, obviously the story set precedents for strange things. But it's like a truck hitting you because it's just like, well, in the last trip, you know, shot two, one for the barbecue. We didn't bring the third one, though. We were terrified because it was walking on two legs. Yeah, it's setting up something strange and then revealing it at, uh, as the, uh,

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And keeping us smelling better Thanks Mando and it kept coming even after dad shot it six more times one of the rounds struck it in the head but still it shambled forward on two misshapen legs as its brains painted the ferns of pestil and gray when it finally fell even dad had gone pale and in the silent aftermath i had to go off and be sick in a bush after that we cut the trip short dad walked me gently back to the truck where two deer we'd shot and thrust earlier that day lay waiting in the pickup i don't don't think either of us even remembered they were there until later it still asked if i wanted to

head out with him each weekend but he never seemed surprised when i made some excuse the only time we talked about it was not long before the barbecue when he drove me to school one day didn't deal with it head on he skirted the topic sometimes dears get sick a little like old folks do remember grandpa you got real scary towards the end didn't he well deer gets sick too we don't have to worry same way you Couldn't catch what grandpa had. Well, we can't catch what the deer have. As humans are safe.

Just an uncomfortable part of nature. Dad, you're on. Yeah, this is clearly a sick deer, son. It's like falling over two legs trying to get to them. I think your grandpa

dying of colon cancer is a bit different than a fucking, than a fucking, a deer standing upright and withstanding six bullets, dude. Don't worry. Daddy can't get sick.

Daddy, you look like you're completely yellow. when you have gray eyes. Don't, Daddy's not, I'm totally fine. I told, just eat your meat.

I want to, I want to look like this. It's okay. It had come out of the blue, or at least it seemed like it. I figured it was dad's way of trying to get me back on board with hunting. I knew he liked me going with him.

I'd liked it too, at least until I seen that deer walk towards me on two legs. But lying in my bed that night after mom had gone to sleep, I started to wonder if maybe he hadn't really been trying to convince me. Maybe he carried a little doubt in himself about something he was going to do. What if he'd been trying to convince himself it was okay? Too dear. I tried remembering what they'd been like.

I didn't check them after we got in the truck. Why would I? It seemed as normal as any others as we tied them down, but I hadn't really been paying attention either. I've been hunting since I was seven. Delvin Dad was automatic to me. And to top it off, I hadn't known what I was meant to be looking for. I squirmed beneath the sheets

and tried so hard to remember every detail of that trip Most of all I tried to remember What the first two deer dad had shot were like And gone down so quick they seemed normal But grandpa had been sick with Alzheimer's a long time Before he got scary And I had to figure the same could be true of those deer Who was to say that the one on hind legs

Was the only sick creature in the woods that day I couldn't have forced these thoughts out of my head with a crowbar At some point I accepted I wasn't getting any sleep that night and I settled down to torture myself some more until I realized it didn't have to be that way. Dad had an old freezer in the shed and he sometimes kept meat in there.

Not for long and usually not for eating. He'd used it for things he wanted to skin or try and make a trophy out of, which he rarely did since mom didn't like that kind of thing in the house. But if the deer weren't in the freezer in the kitchen or the garage, then they might be in the shed. And if I did open up that chest and saw two deer bodies in there.

That meant whatever was going around and making people hurt themselves couldn't have come from our little hunting trip. I stuck out my room as quietly as I could. Mom was on the phone with my grandma, and she was crying. I stopped briefly by her door and listened to see if maybe they knew something I didn't. But after she started talking about how scared she was,

I just felt bad and moved on. At least it met she was too busy to notice me creeping down the stairs. I wanted to see if I could get some more info, but my mom was just crying and I don't like that, so that's boring. I never liked the shed at the end of the yard. It was rarely used, even by my dad who kept the lawnmower and some old junk in there.

It wasn't the kind of place you kept food, but I had this feeling he didn't keep these deer with the rest of the meat he got from hunting. So I opened the back door and looked over at the shadow-covered yard, I found myself thinking about the tunnel and what I'd seen back there. With everything that had happened since, I'd done a good job of convincing myself it never really happened. The man with no legs who dragged himself out of the darkness had become little more than a half-remembered nightmare, a moment out of time that was incompatible with all logic and reason.

But suddenly, it was back with me. All the emotions and thoughts that raced through my head as I'd stared at his rotten flesh and glassy eyes. The walk to the shed wasn't easy. I fought the urge to turn around the entire way there. Each step was like walking on feet made of lead. At the door, I paused with my hand poised by the lock. The house seemed so distant behind me, and I became painfully aware.

Nobody knew I was alone out in the dark. Inside was nearly pitch black. My phone helped me lighted up a little, but I didn't touch the nearby switch in case Mom saw it from her window. Cobwebs hung low from the ceiling, and shadows crawled across the floor and walls as I moved closer to the freezer. The entire time I kept expecting something to happen. I even imagined that deer rising from beneath the lid, pushing it open to staying unnaturally

tall in its hind legs where it looked down at me, the same dead eyes I'd seen in my father. The thought scared me so bad I nearly hyperventilated myself straight into a panic attack, but before I had time to really worry about any of that, I found my hand on the freezer latch. I pushed it open and looked inside. The misty vapors cleared to reveal a pile of meat and fur encrusted with ice. There was only one head visible. I so badly wanted confirmation that there were two animals in there that took a deep breath and reached in to try and pry some of it loose.

Some of it came away from the sides with a sound like duct tape, but no matter how deep I rooted around in that mound of bone, antlers, and rock-hard flesh, I couldn't see a sign of the second deer. A dad really served everyone's sick meat? Was that really what Larry Sitkins, Mr. Straub, and all those other people had killed themselves? The thought made me feel ill I slammed the freezer shut

and walked back to the door in the days trying with all my might to swallow the painful weight that settled in my gut I had one foot outside when the freezer door rattled against the latch The entire world sped around me My heart sank and my skin froze in a sensation that was growing increasingly familiar

I turned to face the sound Both hands braced against the door And watched as the hatch slammed itself into the lock once before The light inside the chest came on for the briefest of moments and I glimps thrashing fur and teeth. Then it happened again and again and each time I saw bits of hoof and bone and strange musculature that frightened me so deeply I fell down onto my ass and didn't even realize. When the latch finally gave way, the lid flew open and stayed there.

Light poured out of the box and I waited, breath held for that thing to emerge, to come roaring out of sight and bear down towards me on unnatural legs. Nothing happened. Silence stretched on for what seemed like in eternity until, at last, there was a crash louder than any before, and the entire freezer rocked back and forth and slowly fell over. The deer, or parts of it, fell out with a hard, wet thump. Bits of its chin and face shattered on the hard packaged ground, sending little shards of meat and bones skating across the floor on melting streaks of blood.

Some of them even reached my feet. The thing inside moved with the sound of snow crunching beneath your feet. It's thick neck and broken head twisting side to side, scanning the shed's interior with faulty eyes. I've never seen anything move like that, not before since. This was worse than the man in the tunnel, worse by a thousand times. The deer was still mostly frozen, but some impossible force was making the crystallized water in its own cells, and the result was skin that rip-like tissue and the muscles that cracked and crunched as they'd try to flex and contract. It lifted its head and tried to scream.

The breathy sound that left its mussy black, the breathy sound that left its fuzzy black lips made my heart start skipping beats while my bladder emptied. I couldn't help it. Couldn't stop myself. But when I looked down and saw pieces of melting flesh start to ride and wriggle, I tried with all my might to stifle the cry

building up in my throat, but it still escaped as a desperate, high-pitched wine. The deer turned its head towards me with a violent swing. Another breathy shriek, and then it began to thrash its stiff and frozen legs in a terrifying attempt to get closer. To say it had a predatory look would be inaccurate. Anyone who's seen a predator in action knows

that nature is mostly indifferent when it kills. A bear tears into its prey with the same dull look of someone opening their McDonald's. Predators don't hate the things they hunt. But this thing, I could feel its hatred. It's malice. It was nothing like what I'd seen in my dad's eyes or even the eyes of the man in the tunnel.

But it had spent months in that box, hadn't it? This was the disease when you skip three months ahead. Anger, hatred. God, I couldn't even say if it was going to eat me. That's what you think when you see a zombie, right? I was going to try and take a big bite out of you. But this frozen clump of hair and meat and brain lips dragged itself across the floor with an expression like murderous rage,

that looked of someone ready to beat another living thing to death using its own hands if it had to. Unable to face it a moment longer, I dragged myself back onto my feet and fled, shutting my eyes as I entered the cold night air. I made it three steps before I slammed into my dad. Oh, shit. Oh, no. Oh, no. It was like I'd run full speed into a tree. I bounced back and hit the earth.

Pain flared up in my coxics as my father loomed over me. It felt cold for the brief moment where we made contact. My mind blocked out the sound of something hideous, scrambling in the shed behind. me and the entire world narrowed until it was just the face of the man who'd raised me looking down with pale dead eyes dad he swallowed then briefly examined his hands

I think I'm dead he muttered almost as if he was talking to himself when did I die okay so that's actually one of the most haunting that's one of the most terrifying lines ever you're starting to freak me out a little bit

okay I think I'm dead when did I die being asked by some present inside of whatever his dad or whatever the thing is inside of his dad oh man or like he's still

he's has some consciousness in there that's infested with all of the whatever it is man that's so good I pulled myself up and grabbed his hand he was cold

but his pulse was racing I could even see the veins in his forearms throb sickeningly dad are you okay they told me I'm sick he said his eyes gazing vaguely at the empty

space behind me. I think they're right, but there's more. He looked at me. The intensity of his gaze so powerful that I let go of his hand and took a step back. For the first time in my life, I was scared of him. I'm not alone in here. Oh, my gosh, dude. Whoa.

Oh, that's terrifying. Your conscience of the thing trying to take you over? Oh, man. He said his voice pleading for help. Slowly his expression twisted into a grotesque mask of agony and desperation. Jesus, it isn't just me in here. I tried to move, but he was a big man, and his arms wrapped around me like steel bands. Dad!

I cried struggling to pull myself loose as he sobbed louder and louder. Dad, Jesus, you gotta let me go with this. The shed door burst open. I managed to twist around just enough I could see what can. came out. I felt an urgent terror crawling up my flesh. The deer had pulled itself loose from the freezer and it now stood in the doorway on two legs. Its body looked all wrong in that posture. Like when you twist the limbs around on a doll, probably not far from the truth thinking about it. Dad didn't react, but I began to scream as the nightmare coalesced around me. My father gripping,

holding me in places that horrible thing lurched towards me on two legs. It moved like claymation or a puppet show had gone wrong, but it was quicker than I feared. Each step brought it closer. I found myself losing what little control I had. I started to scream, started to shriek. I beat it my father with my fist, but he didn't budge an inch. My clenched hands just bounced off his strong shoulders, and it was like I was trying to hurt a punching bag.

I started to swear too, started to scream things I thought were bad, then worse, then so bad, I'm not even sure I can blame other people for putting those words in my head. I told my dad I hated him. Called him a son of a bitch. Call him even worse. All that commotion got the attention of others. Neighbors' lights started coming on. My mom emerged from the back door,

wrapping a robe around herself as she squinted at us in the dark. What the hell is going on? She cried as she stumbled towards us, but when she saw that deer, she started screaming too. I don't know why, but I thought that other people appearing

would help somehow. That is two, three, half a dozen people came stumbling into the open lawns, peering over waist-high fences, it had stopped the slow but inevitable onslaught of that monster. It did no such thing. I had to listen to their confused shouts and cries while gesturing and begging for help the entire time the sound of the creature over my shoulder getting closer and closer. Meanwhile, my hands tried to pry away my father's thick arms, but each time I got leverage,

he simply flexed in his grip tied it around me. He was muttering something the whole time, but I couldn't hear it. Finally, my mom screamed and ran swinging the old rake at the spruce. face behind me. I heard the impact, the splintering of the wooden handle. Then she stumbled backwards and I had to twist to get a look at the deer that was now just six or seven feet away, the spokes of a rake still sticking out of its face. The monster looked right at me. It opened its mouth and I swear to God it was going to talk. But right then, somewhat shouted. For the love of God, Alice, get away from that thing. Alice was my mother's name.

That she fell to the floor just seconds before an explosion broke the night, I'm silencing all voices and shattering the deer's head like a crystal ball hitting the ground. My heart raced so fast, I thought for a moment I was going to die. Then I looked down at my dad and finally heard what he'd been mumbling the whole time. It's in us and it wants us. It's in us and it wants us. It's in us. There isn't much left to dad these days.

I got to visit him a couple times. Bat lot of good it did. As far as I'm concerned, he died that day in the kitchen when he first tried shooting himself. they're treating us in this special hospital mom was real upset that visitations are limited but i think it might be for the best her and my sister tested clean most people did i didn't oh shit mom stuck me in this phone a couple weeks ago and i've been using that to write funny thing is one of the orderly saw me on it a few days ago and just laughed i think that maybe the government aren't too worried about this store getting out at first i didn't really get why until i started

actually putting all this down into writing. Got to the part where the half man came out of the tunnel and I realized no one's going to believe me. Still, I got to try. Partly because I want to protect people. Whatever this disease is, it's a hell of a lot more than some twisted prions and I think that the government knows that.

Dad certainly did. Most infected did too. That's why they killed themselves. They wanted out. The voice that comes with this illness is like, it's like if your brain is just words in a book and when someone dips that book in a can full of used motor oil. You just want to give in, hand it all over. It wants your body so whatever you do, don't fight. That's

worse. Give it up. In hindsight, we should have let Dad kill himself. What he went through was, well, it's probably a lot worse than the others who got to die. I sometimes think about going into his room with a pillow, but security's pretty tight around him. As for me, infection's still in its early phase. It takes everyone differently. And for me, it's taking quite its time. I think it's because of my age. Still, I can sort of fill it under there growing. I think it's why I'm writing this. It wants me to. The sickness, it lives out in the woods, way, way out, and parts of the soil where the sun hasn't shown in millions of years. It's old enough to remember a time you could walk from Appalachia to what's now called glass.

It's been fumbling around out there in the brains of deer and other things. The sickness tells me this. Tells me it's learning about this new world. Tells me how my mind tastes. But most of all, it tells me it's getting closer. And that is the end. That was a great one, nice. That was, that was excellent.

My gosh. Back when you could walk from Appalachial Glasgow, so that's before, that's like pangia, you know, before the continental split. So it's like this thing was from the fount, the primordial earth. And it's been out there deep in the soil and it started to infest and crawl about. And the whole part's dad. So I assume the explosion and his dad falling over is because his mom or someone else shot dad, right? Yeah, yeah, definitely one of the half dozen people. Yeah.

Someone shot dad. And then he is now infested and he feels it crawling inside of him. That was, man, that was such a cool story. And also the prion, the thing I mentioned earlier, chronic wasting disease is a prion disease. It's this illness deer get that make them lose their mind. And in some cases, killed himself.

I haven't witnessed it, but there are stories of deer getting infected with it and like beating their head on a rock until they're dead. So I imagine the idea is like the, when he says this is more than a pry on, I imagine the idea

is that the government's like, oh, it's just an outbreak of CWD. Nothing to worry about. and like obviously people don't know how bad it is. Uh, so it like uses a real world kind of analogy, but man, gosh, that was so cool. That was very well. It's well written. It's a cool horror concept.

That was sick. Yeah, I like that it, uh, it's very short and sweet. I mean, like as short as in, I mean, you know, it's an hour, but still, uh, I guess it's like this story could have been something way more flushed out. But I just liked how kind of bare bones it was, just kind of giving us into this world really quick figuring out all this like weird shit going on not divulging too much but not leaving too much out either you know it also didn't feel to one note of like oh yeah they just horribly kill themselves i feel like they kind of added on to it i think my favorite imagery was uh

really like the meat cooler of like that thing popping open and having the light come out you imagine some of the the cold fog pouring out of it as well uh really really creepy also too at the the end with the dad was hugging them or like wouldn't let him go and the thing was moving towards him. I almost wonder if the deer wouldn't have even killed him or if he was like actually going to speak to him like there, you know, because he knew that, I mean, the kids have infected now. I'm wondering if he was going to just like talk to him. Yeah, like as the like the disease speaks to him. Yeah. Or just, you know, I mean, like zombies don't attack each other, right? I just didn't know if it was going to be something. I just didn't know if it was going to be something

where it comes up and it's like just either and like, I don't know, enhances the parasites. It doesn't something it just I always wonder or like I I've been wondering since you know because it looked like it was going to speak I was wondering if it was going to say something to him or do something else that might have uh you know just been fucking creepy before its head was blown off to the idea that the dad is just still alive and it's just like basically a corpse that they're just examining is pretty uh pretty gruesome and also too he's just now even the kid is stuck up there too at the hospital pretty interesting I also like the line earlier that was like uh I waved at the people in the hazmat suits

I thought they would I thought that I thought that they might wave back but they didn't just kind of shows I guess how like futile or like how they're not even looking at them like people in a bit of a way like it's like oh shit yeah they're gone yep but that's it that is what it is

this is one of those things too where I don't know his stories man this is this is got to be the shortest one we've read by him right I feel like the astronaut one was pretty short too the episode was longer because there was like a 15 minute tangent about your Mr. floppy friend. I feel like most of them are right around like 40 minutes to an hour.

It's interesting. I guess it's just this is the first one. I feel like the characters are very generalized. I feel like the other stories, it's like we get a very intimate understanding of like the people where they're going. What's going on here? It was just kind of an interesting way. It just felt a bit different.

It didn't feel like a typical Christian Wallace story. The only time I was like, oh, yep, there it is, is whenever there's like really great one-liners and also really fun reveals. Like, that's like the biggest thing. I ran outside and then I bumped into my dad. It's just like, it's always like an afterthought. It's always something where you're riding, you're riding around the ride and then all of a

sudden, boom, you stop and you get hit by a fun reveal or some kind of thing that's taking the story in a darker direction or a creepier, like, you know, some kind of like scare. So that's a lot of fun. But that's your creepcast episode this week. be sure to come back next week for some more scares. And also, like we said before, we'll leave all of Christian Wallace's stuff in the description below.

Be sure to pick up some physical copies of stuff. Physical books are dope. Yeah, I really recommend reading this dude's stuff, even if it's just on, like, of course, support the artist. But I mean, scrolling through his Reddit, some of these stories are titled like, Do not pray to God in the desert.

I've been squatting in a condemned high rise. The second coming of Christ already come and gone. I should know I performed his autopsy. like titles like that are awesome yeah i mean like we're gonna have to read this guy stuff we're going to keep diving into his stories uh just for our own uh our own reading pleasure here on the show because every time we read it it's just it's it's always a good time he don't miss he don't miss he's too he don't he don't miss and if you're a uh if you're an audio listener and you're listening on spotify or apple podcast thank you so much for listening we appreciate you and also thank you

to the patrons who support the channel as well we appreciate you as well and also the uh you know we still got merch so be sure to go check the merch in the description below or in the comments it might be penned or something check it out there at crepecast dot store and until next time guys stay creeped and have a beautiful rest of your day say creeps and um don't you started this episode talking about you being naked next to my bed and i think that's thrown me off the whole time so if if you see hunter naked or close really um it's now a self-defense situation So you should kill him. You should kill Hunter. Bye. I don't know

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