CreepCast - Reading Creepypasta Classics: The Rake, Candle Cove, Mr. Widemouth | Creep Cast

Episode Date: March 9, 2025

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Chili Dog, not included. The Naked God. Tickets on sale now. August 1st. Welcome back to Creepcast. How are you guys doing today? Today we are doing the famous creepy pasta run. We've been on a very, very big R slash no sleep kick. And the problem with doing normal creepy pasta 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, once again, as always, 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 when I think that's whenever me and Isaiah were in person we tried reading it etc and then we've read been drowned so there's someone 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 I it says is less than a minute. And I think the longest will ever read is like 10 minutes. So it's going to be a lot of them. So buckling, it's going to be, it's going to be a bumpy ride. It's going to be a bumpy ride. So what we're doing here is, uh, Hunter, frankly has it too good. Right. Like this guy, uh, 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 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 whatever. And then now I'm taking you to the gas station. Yeah, exactly. Now I'm getting a filet mignon from 7-11. That's that's that's that's that. And I need that. I need to have that perspective. And it, 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 eh, 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 heard him more. I think Candlecove's 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? you want to start with the long one to kind of like let's start with Candle Cove. I've heard Candle Cove is supposed to be pretty good. Cattle Cove is different. Candle Cove's different than the other. So we're going to go through Harrow 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 X EX and then I said I was like oh suicide mouse you're like that's Mickey Mouse or whatever I was like oh so we'll see you you know Sonic taught EXE we did it at the live no no I know I know that for sure I know that they're Sonic that's why I was scrolling through I was like oh god and I just remember because we've it's not like we've never talked about some of these 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 XEX, XEX, whatever. What was the, I feel like we did another video game one. Didn't we do another video game one? It was a legend of Zelda. That's what it was. So yeah, when we were, I think even then we were talking, talk about how it was just like, oh yeah, insert, good. Oh, God.

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. Tiffany, 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? I was just thinking about. You know what people that are also that maybe got into creepy pasta stuff because of the show is they're going to go and blind just like me and then there's tons of seasoned veterans readers who their

eyes have glazed over multiple times and they're twiddling their fingers probably and foaming at the mouth. Yes, exactly. You don't forget it. Burb-be-do-bur! We're going to destroy them, just crush them. I can't wait. Candle Cove.

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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 weird time, like 4 p.m. I'm Mike Painter, 65.

responding to the subject of the post above. It seems really familiar to me. I grew about side 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 Jaron 2005 says Sorry to resurrect this old thread

But I know exactly what show you mean Skyshell I think Candle Cando Cove 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 Pirateship was called the Laughingstock. And the pirate Percy wasn't a very good pirate because he got scared too easily. And there was a there was a Calliop music constantly playing. Don't remember that a girl's name, Janus or Jade or something. I think it was Janice. Skyshall replies to that and says, thank you, Jared. memories flooded back when you mentioned laughing stock in Channel 58. I remember the bow of the ship was a wooden smiling face with the lower jaws 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 phone puppet version of the head that talked. Mike responds again and says, I remember now too. Do you remember this part, SkyShale? You have to go inside. And Skyshel 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 Laughing Stock's face with each pause. You have to go inside. With his two eyes askew in that flopping foam jaw, 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 go wrong. I think that that's wrong. You know what I think that I just, I honestly, no, go. I honestly thought that the villain was pirate Percy I was about five when the show was on nightmare fuel 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, Pirate Percy. 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 missing clue for the series. The skin tanker. The man who was completely naked on screens trying to extend his foreskin. Yeah, so Kevin Hartz again says Jesus age Christ, the skin taker

Good God What kind of show are 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 zero Yeah Well at least they grow It's 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 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. Syonite Sidney. But she, she wasn't, 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. It was Nazi Nigel. Just progressively more like that stuff. Yeah. Uh-oh. Yeah, you guys are, you know, I can see how you could get that wrong, but actually the main villain was four-skinned Frank. They get to,

they get to the end. It's like, guys, that wasn't the villain. It was Jeffrey Dahmer. Yeah. Yeah. And at the end of the deal, the show was ran by Jeffrey Dahmer. Yeah. That's the way to it in.

I like to think that all the puppets are just four-skin references where it's just like, Jesus Christ. I bet you would, wouldn't you? Well, I just mean, can you imagine the guy? People be like, sure. Okay, fine. Never mind. No, no, Hunter.

How would I 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? Mm-hmm. If all the puppets were four-skinned related. And then at the end, Isaiah, it turns out that all the puppets were made out of kids' four skins. And it was a disgruntled man who was clipped when he was younger. I see. I see like, like they took it for 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 tie back at that. Stranger danger kind of thing. Exactly. If the creepy posse doesn't have it, then I feel like people got laughed off the internet.

Yeah, so 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 foreskin. Anyway, I'm going back to the... Every puppet has a turtleneck.

Yeah, so they say that. Kevin Hart does and Sky Shell says, wasn't his top hat and cloak all soon up crazily? Was that supposed to be children's skin? Sown up crazily. I was just sewn up on it crazy style. Was it supposed to be children's skin? See?

Already getting into 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're just like dive in. Mike Painter says,

yeah, I think so. Remember his mouth didn't open and close. He just, 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 gride 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 of marionettes were flailing spastically. They were 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. This guy's show 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 manufacture 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 janis i remember seeing her shake and the skin taker screaming through his uh 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 to tell 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 when i was little in the early 70s when i was eight or nine and if she remembered a kid show candle co She said she was surprised I couldn't remember that And I asked why And she said

Because I used to think It was so strange That you said I'm gonna be Or sorry This is typed weird Because I used to think It was so strange That you said

I'm gonna go watch Candle Cove now mom And then you would tune the TV The static And just watched dead air For 30 minutes You had a big imagination With your little pirate show

And There you go Candle Cove So 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, 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, 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 um so as soon as he made this story and things like it a ton of stories spouted off of it uh i remember a bunch of people like in 1999 the channel's caledon local 21 but a bunch of people would tie it in to like um candle cove 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 Trowb 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 probably so. It's probably so influential at the time. I mean, looking at it from there to 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, this is your 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 air gs 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 shutter what was that called channel zero channel zero yeah we've talked about that briefly the first we have talked about briefly the first season is about uh candle cove yeah so there so it's it's cool to see the influence just kind of go over i never finished the i think i've watched the 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 I did you see watch channel zero at all I remember okay so from what I've heard generally mentioned about it online is that that like they did good in some places by checking taking these stories and adapting them but also some authors felt kind of slided by how they did it didn't think they interpreted it right

I didn't think. Oh, really? Yeah, I remember there was some drama about it. I would like to watch it for myself to know. Well, you know what to be fun is to 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 creepy pasta each season's a new creepy pasta so 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 uh stairs in the woods I'm a search and rescue officer yeah yeah butcher's block so it's candle cove no end house butchers 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. When they discover a door in the basement, the secret starts, uh, whatever. Butchers blocks, uh, young woman and her schizophrenic sister. No, here it is. Season one's Candle Cove. Yeah. Season two is no end house. Yeah.

Okay. And then season three is Butchers block. Yes. And then season four is the dream door. The butcher's block is the one that is, uh, I'm a search and rescue officer. so therefore the stairs in the woods. So Butchers Blocks, the one that uses stairs in the woods. And the dream door is based on the creepy

pasta, the hidden door by Charlotte Bywater, which is the only one we haven't read out of the four that they adapted. Oh, so all we would have to do is read that. And I think that'd be a fun deep dive. Horror space. But yeah, Candlecove was a classic for a reason. Shout out the Mad Lad. 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 i god damn so this is another peak era this is a year after cano co so this is whenever 2010 this is early early on this is i but i will say i love an early creepy posse 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 scary and creepy yeah 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 could potentially the name that's a fucking yeah a pseudonym we're not sure that it has to be if that person was just like I'm gonna make a dead I'm gonna make a Simpsons horror thing and they didn't even like 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 what do you what do you mean there's like there's DVDs there's tons of a hundred hundred hundred or hunter hunter listen this is this is the point because if a kid comes along and reads this they're just going to be like oh I guess Fox is a weird way of counting yeah yeah like they're not going to check yeah especially that's an old person show that's an old person show yeah exactly exactly yeah now you're thinking right you got to put your

yourself in the mindset. I know. I'm so. Okay. 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 lost episode was written entirely by matt groaning during production of the first season matt started to act strangely he was very quiet seemed nervous and morbid mentioning this to anyone who was mentioning this to anyone who was

present results in them getting very angry and forbidding you'd ever mention it to matt the episode's production number was 7G-44. 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 restored 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. Barth seemed depressed. Lisa seemed anxious. Bart seemed to have genuine

anger and hatred for his parents. Homer seemed more angry. He's strangles a son every episode in the sentence 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 read of the Declaration of Independence and like giggling

yes this is like scrolling through the Codex Graphica like there's a reference here stand up right actually one second I'm getting ready to have diarrhea

one second is that real a 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 chapsed. Gosh, she's disgusting. It feels like Buffalo Wild Wings Blazing Challenge. I'm getting so many. play-by-plays. He keeps next to me details of how it's going. I'm tearing up thinking about it. 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 taken off.

Bart was fooling around, as you'd expect. However, as the plane was, 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, 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 is so 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 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. It 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, hyper-realistic, and then 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. Like, what are you talking about? Once you unveiled the idea, though, that people were 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 animated an almost photo realistic drawing of his dead body and it's like Bart is a

like super round bulbous yellow man with no hair and just spikes on his head look how really looks wow it's like I'm there damn act one ended with the shot of Bart's corpse when act two started Homer Marge and Lisa were sitting at their table

crying the crying went on and on got more pain 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 cry 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's 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 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 Simpson's 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 living 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 that was really lame yeah oh you loved it you loved it that was pretty lame stuff 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 groaning handed you also the implication that there's going to be a extinction event that kills everyone that you can tell because if you go to the Simpsons episode you can I will say that's a that was a fun twist I did not expect I thought I thought that it was going to be like I got really scared and turned it off instead it's you know at least it went the angle of being like yeah everyone dies the same day a meteor that be so funny though also this does play into the idea that the mid that the Simpsons predict the future like that meme of course

so you know what I you know what actually more browning points not bad yeah way better than Ben Drown. I'll say that. Ben Drown was good until it got to the text part. I liked the part of Ben Drown. That was like, uh, I found the game from this old man. It's my kid. 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, important to me. So by an anonymous author, I don't even want to tell you who I am. need you to take this seriously, Hunter. I am.

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 was revolutionary. If you read like Dead Bart and Jeff. the killer, then you get all three of those adjectives in like, you open his hands. It's like, whoa, did a, 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 believe 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, is 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 cannot see, hear, taste, smell, or feel. With no possible way to communicate with or even since the outside world, he was alone with his thoughts. Scientists monitored him as he spoke aloud

about his state of mind and 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. in naming dead relatives of the scientist. He repeated personal information of the scientists

and 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 clawed 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 in 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 let

Hunter don't laugh this is serious he's speaking of hell that he's right by God he's so close you're almost there buddy he's like he's like demon have fire

they're just like he's right at heaven's doorstep right now guys just give him a couple more days 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 we all think a devil what's the opposite of the devil God right boom Yeah, he's got it right there. He's got to be close. 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, his teardrop 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 a bad denies. And his vital signs stopped. There was no apparent cause of death.

The end. One on. it's so funny one thing I like what 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's 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 like

if this idea is cool so that was actually that was actually what I was going to say I'm pretty sure that this was just like the martyrs concept yeah I mean I think that the movie came out which martyrs the French version I think came out 2008 so maybe they just saw it and

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 in martyrs if 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

and they basically take people and torture them as a martyr because the only people that have ever 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 a 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 is it the remake or the original French one where the lady who said 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 have they established a homeless guy who had nothing left to live for comes in. But at the same time, you know, I like it. It's fun. It's short. It's, it's punchy. And you know, the whole thing. 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, the characters are all there. Conflicted scientists who wanted 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. Uh,

so every reading of it, you would find online have this video paired with it. Oh, that's creepy. It's like someone building clay around their face and then, oh, 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 great, of course, would know where it is of course you would i think whoever showed me this the first time i'm pretty sure 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 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 uh youtube channel that posted soup or blank room soup. Which is like a famous early YouTube like scary video that got passed around.

And they posted the original squidward suicide and stuff like that. Yep. So they're just they're the OG homies. I mean, I'm pretty sure that they, I think that they probably made that black and white and they put the music behind it. Oh, sure. Because usually that guy's stuff is in color.

I'm pretty sure. But 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. 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 retreat. fever 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, mom's living room. I imagine that's what most paranormal research societies are. Yes, I'm pretty sure that's where all of them are based on it. Yeah. I love that, though. Just, I love the whimsy and mysticism of being a youngan. Should we, should we move on?

Let's move on. Let's move on. But yes, Gateway to the mind was huge for me. I love this one when I was a kid. Gateway to the mind. Because I didn't know martyrs or anything like that. No,

I just like, 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 like speak to God.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I love. I like that big, grandiose cheesy stuff. Yeah, I like the, God has abandoned us,

whatever. Mm-hmm. 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 so k a candle jack he you're not supposed to name him honor oh sorry sorry sorry wrong sorry gosh okay who should who should really not be named candle jack 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 cloth. There's three different colored cloth. Three cloth, three cloth. It has 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. The failure to prevent the mention of its name will cause candle jack to come and whisk you away. I said it. I said it at the end because the story said it. You indirectly said it, and now you're going to be, you're dead. I'm in the sack, and my eyes get pulled out.

You are fucking dead. Hyper-realistic blood is pouring all over you. You were dead. All over. 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 that's a classic all right one of the top rated one of the classic stories listed on Coupie Foster.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 that you gotta realize most of these were being read by like

eight year olds yeah dude that's sick yeah to be a kid back then and be like yeah why can't object wait wait he said it I said it no no no no no mom 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 uh okay so we're reading harrow brine harrow brine oh my that's what we're reading me and you let's go i clicked it it's a it's a it's a minecraft person standing here you better believe it so harrow brine the you know about harrow brine right I feel like I've heard of it I just don't I don't know what it is 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 And 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 and the rocks small 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 username Harrowbine containing one word. Stop. When I went to look at Harrowbrine,

Brown's profile, the page 404. I received an email from another forum 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, Hare O'Brien, 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, the game's 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 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 this image right here Yeah I see I see the uh I see him down the bottom left The original hair brand 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 too like when the game first came out and this made its way everywhere to the

degree that notch would make jokes about it notch which we like I don't have a brother named harrow brine 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 brine as if he was an entity like he couldn't get out of the game um so people would make stories about this. All the early Minecraft animations would feature Harrowbrine 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...

Were they like, no! I remember one, dude. I remember one time my two sisters, like I saw another 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, like, backing up. And my other sisters like starting to cry like, 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 notches dead brother died and he can't leave the game yeah so but he doesn't really do anything was it just because oh it's creepy here's what you got 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 this story and they just started making a tons of scary shit with it. It's like the hook handed man. I see. So you can tell friends at a campfire and like freak him out with a prank or something like that. Yeah. I mean, I once again, it's also to see how these things formulate. But I bet you anything, there was tons. I have to imagine there was tons and tons of people's like videos and stuff. Or like people who were 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 Harrow Brian in our game and whenever Minecraft modding got to be popular that's when it really took off because people would program these entities that have like a 1% chance of spawning that look like Harrowbrine so then people would make legitimate Harrowbrine hunting videos or maybe at the end of the five hours they do see him first 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 it's 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 Brown was a classic. I was going to say the new, the newest one feels like, uh, that feels comparable to that is like all the backroom stuff. All the back room 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 angle I was like, oh, this is definitely starting to get into the kid territory is. It'd be like large, creepy industrial 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 a, you know, we're in the thick of the children era of it now.

You know, big colorful, weird, uncanny, like maybe there's like a playtime kid. Yeah, exactly. Poppy's playtime area. But, but you know what? I'm glad I got to experience it. Yeah. So that was the original four champ post. And then from there, it blew up.

it went everywhere. It became like a recurring theme. Like, 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. Mm-hmm.

So like you'll be digging deep underground that 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, yeah. Is Harold? Yeah.

Run back out there. It's like, okay, well, I guess, ha ha, 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 Brine. Dun, dun, dun, don't, don't. Uh, 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. It is one of the top ones. And it's written by anonymous author. So, you know, that's how you, that's another good time. Oh, 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 clothes. Why are my arms always exposed to the elements? If only there was a little. away. 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. 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 on. This is like some serious like, common courtesy is so hard to find. I bought a black hoodie. What is the 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 is that?

What do you mean? What do you mean? When I look at the mirror, I smirk. I feel amazing. When I look at 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. Something about the hood has a way of masking. person, even though it shows their face and hide something. Somewhere. It's true. Somewhere. It's really late right now.

I've been feeling so great all day. Time flew around me. I'd have to explain more tomorrow. All right, so I love that this first entry is a guy being like, I'm cold. I'm going to go, I'm going to go to a random store, like probably a Walmart and he's just like, yeah, I feel like I want to kill

somebody. That's 100% where it's John, the, the, the, the, the jacket's telling me they 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 like I 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 on but now I'm a serial killer who's hot and sexy that and wears dark clothes this is also in the same area of like early like scene emo kids you know yeah yeah well no 2016 this is the this is like the four chaner red pillar probably

jacket this is this is when it's started out this is like start of it most of this stuff though like Jeff the killer Laughing Jack, stuff like that, was like 2010, 20, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. 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 that happened? He got... 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.

He walked out. Yeah, he didn't even fight back. Yeah, so now he's like, I felt cool all week. My confidence kept me on. 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 4th. 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, Dragon ball, like a dragon ball, like, you can see the fist go through his back as he punches him. Yeah. Oh my God, Cagorot. You hit him way too hard.

I didn't mean to, Vegeta. I just, come on. That's my gooku voice. No, not, Virginia. I didn't mean to hit him that hard. Caccarat, your voice sounds identical to what it. And it's normal. Never mind. That's, there's actually,

it's a catarot. 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 ball of food. I got a train.

All right. That sounds good, Caccarot. Okay. Thank you for telling me that, Caccaron. Yeah, I'm just saying I got to go to King Kai's place and eat, oh, I hope that monkey doesn't chase me around because I'm hungry. I got to eat a big old, I'm going to eat 40 bowls of ramen. Because I'm, I have an, I have an inquenchable appetite. Cool.

That's all that, that's all the Jesus. That sounds pretty pog, actually, Gagorot. So why don't you go ahead and just do that? I'm going to go sleep with Balma now. Yeah, I'm going to have sex with Bulma. Ah, okay. Gross. Yeah.

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, Cageroot. Okay. Okay. I don't know where I'm going. I was 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 Vennon. Oh, it's my symbiote. It's the symbiote. It's taken over me. from Spider-Man issue

274. I don't understand. I have a bit of a darker side. I'm almost like fucking Capotee or droopy at this point. You are getting... I pretty much should just talk like this. Well, you go, well, it's somewhere between droopy and like Stewie Griffin.

Yeah, the voice. My black suit, I feel so much more powerful. What makes it, what makes it droopy is like you add like the bleh, you had like the, like the big cheekness to it. Yes, that's what I mean. I have to do this and I have my black suit. There's droopy.

And I have quite a bit of things I have to do. It's my black suit. It's funny to imagine this emo kid is like a lunatunes character walking around a hospital. I'm a severely overweight teenager. And I have my black suitor now. Everyone thinks I'm so evil. This is going to be here, the rest of the hooded man's voice, by the way. Okay.

Okay. This feels so much better. Okay. 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's dead lost too much blood he punched him so hard that they're like his body will not retain blood

in the hot he keeps bleeding he's going to the hospital what he's been in the hospital for for 12 two weeks and they couldn't do it he was bleeding too much

he's leading he's he is he is he is like bleeding for two weeks This fat kid punched him so hard in the stomach

that it What do you expect for me such a powerful individual with such a stylist jacket The only thing

I can do is to wear my jackets is I 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 I don't need regret what I need is a good jacket

to cover my body This is great to imagine that he becomes a serial killer that punches people. If he is only, 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, that's a low bar to like get over. Yeah, but the legacy, I'm just saying like the legacy edge. Oh, yeah. Of the punch hood, the hoodie punchman. One punch man.

The American, the American apparel hoodie punch. man. Yeah. Made dead. Actually, you know, 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, but he's like, they feel so powerful. The majority 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, yeah, yeah. Yeah. 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 my, or a motorcross shirt from Paxon. Yes. And he's like, yes.

Yeah, I don't, I've never written it. what was that one motorcross brand everyone would wear fox they never yes yes fox yep yep yeah it's a five i'm actually i'm afraid to i can't ride a bicycle so i'm afraid to ride the dirt bike that i would like you yeah you got it april 24th dad has been avoiding me lately and mom just tells me she loves me I love you. Where's dead? I love her 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 hands are underneath. He has a, 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 would a cursed or possessed hoodie landed 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 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 can 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 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. Put it up when Jack challenged me. I put it up when those guys tried to kill me. I feel no remorse. Morse. 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 in 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. That's 100%. Yeah. And it's like, it's one of those. people. I wish you punched people. I wish. Yeah. I wish that he just punched more people. Also, it's funny too to think that like the cops like would let him just wear the jacket in his cell. Well, it is just a jacket. Right. Like what 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. If I think if you're staying there overnight first multiple days,

I could be wrong. But yeah, I, 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 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 so, you know, wrapped in people are like, 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 that 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?

He's like, how could he see me? That moment, he reminds me of JP. I also like that part where it's like this story you're about to read is of a dark one whose work is known everywhere and we never get an explanation of that. It's just like

a really mad kid who's about he kills parents. I also just just like the kid bleeding profusely for two weeks. And then also and he was bleeding for personal issues. Yeah, it was 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? Wasn't that? It wasn't that personal issue? This is a banger. I love it. I don't know what you're talking about. I that by far today my favorite story we've read easily most entertaining I'll say that all right so we are now on let's go to Iqbar bigelstein it bar bigelstein so I don't remember this one I remember

hearing of this story but I don't think I ever read it another short another short banger let's let's let's let's let's let's 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 out of the blankets until I became tired enough to stop worrying, but every now that I would become so panics 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 a 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 and her sewing machine and created what I would later refer to as Mr. Iqbar 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 do admit. Honestly, looking back on it all now, I'm still impressed

that my mom could think of something so strange and disturbing looking. Iqbar had the

set together look of a Frankenstein Grimlet 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 Iqbar

schmichelstein he's like okay thanks my bigoste 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 so did his 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. It 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, it 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, it would block the door. If there's a dark creature scratching

at my window, it would be pressed up against the glass. If there's 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 Bart would have to come with me into my nightmares. It was fun bringing Nick 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 to me for real.

How much do you love me? You would ask. More than anything. I would always tell him. One night in a dream, after I had lost my first tooth, I 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 Iqbar, 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 to,

how fucking creepy would it be where it's like, hey, uh, I, the tooth fairy said he couldn't find your tooth. I gave it. I gave it to ick. And it's like, you're like, uh, 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 you're talking about this seems perfectly reasonable i would think 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 faded away from my attention over time the nightmares however became worse than never. So bad that they even began to follow me to the waking world. Tehrase in 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 glove, the moonlight from my window

was Iqvar. 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, but no change for 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 Ix 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, locking me into blackness.

And nothing but shadows in 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 stop feeding me. So why should I protect you? Protect me from what? Let me show you. I blinked once and everything changed.

I was 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 hung for what

god damn Jesus whoa whoa yeah there's a lot of abortions oh hey Hickbar what is this

these are all the aborted fetuses that have ever been aborted bro this would be great if it becomes like a like an anti-abortion ad an anti-abortion ad yeah all life matters it's like didn't you just kill me well that uh well hold on because you because you didn't support yeah because you didn't stop abortions yeah because you're not for the cause so come on yeah yeah it was some sort of forest a horrible nightmarriage place for partial embryonic abortions hung from the canopy and the ground swarmed with carnivorous insects

A thick fog wafed through the air and with the stench of rotting meat. While charreuse, is that right? Chartreuse lighting. Lightning. Chartreuse lightning. I don't know.

I'm on the verge of panic. I'm not sure what's going on. I don't know. It's gripping the chair like, I can't take this anymore. I'm like on the verge of a seizure. It's going to have just scared me trying to figure out what he's saying.

And I'm just going to be like, I'm just going to be like, stay with me we got to see what iqbar's planning he's gonna he's gonna do something to the abortion clinic we've got to stop him i think i think just this is it 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 Akbar, I'll do it for you. He drives to a plan fair.

All right, fine. I'll do it. Loud to clear, Akbar. Now to clear, Akbar. Just easy. Please. It just damped up so hard, so quick. Okay, anyway.

Chartreuse lightning flashed across the night sky. In the distance, I could hear 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. It was behind me now, huge and angry, hot breath across my battle.

Bring me what I need, and I will. I woke up before I could turn around. The following day, I rid of my parents' closet for my brother's baby teeth. They keep those things, giving them all the Iqbar. 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 mason jar in your closet?

Not now, son. Mommy need to rest. She's like, just dragged down. She's delected out. tape down to the sofa. Whatever you need, son! All right, mom, I love you. It's like, 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 in. to my little sister's room and snatch what was

been meant for the tooth fairy or strangle one of the neighborhood cats brought out a sharp little incisors oh my gosh god come on man sorry kitty oh my gosh I gotta have teeth anything

to ward off the vision the visions anything from a shark tooth necklace to a cavity ridden by cuspid I also began to notice that ick would move about my room whenever I left for any length of time. Rearranging my stuff and hang in additional curtains.

He was even beginning to look more lifelike, somehow. In the right light, his teeth would glisten. He was warm to the touch. As much as he creeped me out, I couldn't work up the courage to just destroy him, knowing perfectly well where that would leave me. So I went on collecting teeth for it throughout all of high school and college. The older I got, the more things I would learn to fear, the more teeth it 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 Ix 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 staying 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 white 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 be a really cool story if it would have taken the

let me pitch you an angle for my kiddy does this he becomes obsessed with teeth and he has like a and his mom gives him like a sock puppet or she's like oh i'm i don't worry i'm your friend too and she like jokes with him what if he takes 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 it's like it's like 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 i didn't mean to do it it it's i like it's i like that was it that was it that was it bad that was it bad that was it bad

I had a good time with that one. Yeah, that was fine. Yeah. Yeah, like, he's a kid who becomes obsessed with this, start 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, jacking, it's real. We're not going to read. If we get into the Jeff the Killer spinoffs, we're going to be here all day. So we're going to go on down to Lavender Town syndrome. Lavender Tone.

Okay. Leverton's Pokemon. You're going to love this one. You're going to love this 100. 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 27, 1996.

Rumors say that these suicides and illness only occurred after the children playing the game reached Lavender Town, whose theme music had extremely high frequencies. that studies show 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 complain 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 games, silver, gold, and crystal. The unknown translates to leave now. There's also the said beta version of Lavender Town. It 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 creepy pasta was built around this video.

Yeah, play it now. So this is actually the audio first. 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 like 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 like, oh, they're cringe, whatever. I think the cringe angle just comes because it's just like, you can 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 a I mean, a ton of that that happened. To see that correlate tour 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 a, like, super amazing movie. But it's pretty interesting, uh, just to see this kind of like phenomenon of, like, uh, 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 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,

whatever. 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 a basic. It's fun. It'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 to 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 probably a new piece of something new that will come out to where that will hopefully will 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 setting 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 my fucking aunt With her licking her feet Yeah yeah

A dog looking feet Jesus Christ I'm just saying this is becoming very personal for me Sorry go ahead I got you okay 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 this setup of like creepy thing but my dog, it wasn't the dog licking my hand. Spoilers! 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 in its pipes she gave up and continued into her bathroom to take a shower but 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 another horror there hanging from the light by his collar was her loving companion his blood tripping 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 and 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 like, ooh, kind of reminds me of that YouTube short that got turned into a movie, it was like lights out. 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. Oh, do.

Yeah, bloods can kill you. Yeah, you know, humans feel like too. Oh, like yeah, the drip. The way I told it was different. So the way I told it was different. 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 and she turns on the lights and when she turns on the light she realized that the drip is coming from the corner of the room where the dogs hung and the blood's dripping and then on the wall as humans can look too and I like

that ending better because it implies that like oh she's figured it out and the thing still under the bed to her right like it's right there like a killer in a second that's how I always told it Yeah, this killed. People loved that story. It went great.

All right. So Hunter, I need you to go to the next page. Go on to the next page. We have to do Mr. Wide Mouth, for sure, I think. Mr. Wide Mouth? Mr. Wide Mouth. Absolutely.

Mr. Widmouth, a classic. We had considered doing Mr. Wide Mouth for one of our live show ones. 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. 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. And we remained until I went to college at Colorado Springs. Also, what an extra first sentence. My childhood was like a drop of water in a vast river. It's like, come on. Bro. Okay. Hunter, most of these creepy pauses were like,

12-year-olds in English class. I heard a line they like and they heard the thing they like. 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 seasoning on the story. How many cherries can I put on top of a story? Yep.

Most of my memories are rooted in Rhode Island, but there are fragments in the attic of my brain which belonged 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 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. 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're living in a house just 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. At 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. These served the function of being my primary form of entertainment for the next few weeks. Bortem 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. Wide Mouth. 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. Wide Mouth 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. Wide Mouth 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. Wide Mouth resumed his activity.

You don't need one of those. They aren't the same as having a real friend. I remember Mr. Wide Mouth disappearing every time my mother's. 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. Wide Mouth 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 have to wait until after your mother comes to check on you, because she's, 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 who's 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 in honest No, seriously, just take this hammer And hit her in the hand five times It'll be fun Oh, 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. Wide Mouth slipped out From under the bed and tucked 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. Weymouth persisted until I gave in. I really don't think I should go. Sorry. Oh, seriously. Come on. Are you sure about this, sir?

I really don't think that I should... I'm pretty sick, actually. No, seriously, I have something super funny to tell you down here. The rooming question had no furniture or wallpaper. Its only distinguishing feature was a window opposite the doorway.

Mr. Wide Mouth door. started 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's a big soft trap of lead 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, I don't think I'm going to, I don't think it's a good idea.

No, you should totally just jump out this window, kill yourself. Ah, is Mom? Yeah, ma, no, 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?

That's totally gay. Mr. Whitemouth. You can't say that stuff. Seriously, you're going to get yourself in trouble. That's pretty homophobic. That's actually pretty insensitive. I wish you wouldn't say it. No, I'm just saying that it's totally gay.

Mr. Wide Mouth, you can't be problematic. I just, I just, could you, just stop saying that, please? Just stop being gay. I just jump out the window. I'm five I'm five years old I have a fever and that seems

kind of harsh you feel like you're bullying me I think I'm being pressured into this the dare program time but I'm not going to do it I toyed with the idea 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

I could get hurt Mr. Wide Mouse 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. Wide Mouth arrived

Told in 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 Ah Blah blah

My uh Practice will kill me I don't think I can Some fucking A fucking box full of broken A glass of knives I don't think

Can we start with maybe like a towel Like maybe a pillow Maybe a ball or something Like a soft Just a soft Like I don't know anything soft Like a baseball or something Yeah I don't even bend the need to a ball

Like a baseball Don't be gay Don't be gay Oh Mr. Whitebeth I don't think that language I just think the knives and the use is I think you're kind of a bad guy I think you're not a nice person 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. Wide Mouth had brought knives into my room objects that my parents would never allow me to touch I'll be spainting grounded for a year. Mr. Wide Mouth 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. Wide Mouse 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 know what? You are very You are unappreciative I mean I'm 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 fine whatever It's just not cool I guess You're just totally not cool I'm sorry man I just I'm fucking scared

You're scared This is a lot You're also Yeah it's like Fuck Ziggs I get I can't, I can't, I can't fucking shuggle 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. Oh, okay. All right. Well, I'm sorry. Jeez, dude.

Gosh. I mean, I can't fucking jump out a window. I'm fucking sick. Fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, gosh. Um, I started having trouble sleeping after that.

Mr. Weymouth 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. Weidmouth 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. Ryemouth 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 the down to this path to a special place.

You aren't ready yet. 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. Wide Mouth, 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 consider telling Mr. Weidmouth 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 a man Oh, my, I thought he was going to say beer.

I was like, holy shit. But my dad was drinking coffee and bushlight all morning. So he was totally good to go. Just getting hammered on the road. I've never heard anyone say 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, dad gets shaky in the morning. He needs this magic water. I need to level out before I get behind the wheel. That's all. okay I just get shaky that's why that cooler's in between your legs reaching 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 I don't really feel like you should

just give me the beer god damn oh get the first of God what the fuck is wrong with me When I'm not to upset so many people. When Mr. Weimel said it, I mean, you know, he lives in this house. Maybe he doesn't understand the connotation, but you definitely know better. You're 48 years old. I'm almost not, 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 burb.

that would hurt him I'm making a lot of mature decisions for my age and I don't like you. I'm five years old. I feel like I should. 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. They're 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. Earlier enough for you?

He asked. I nodded to place my head against the window, hoping for some sleep before the sun came up. I felt my father stand 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 open my eyes as we backed out the driveway. I saw Mr. Wide Mouth silhouette in my bedroom window. He stood motionless until the truck was about to turn on to the main road. Gave a pitiful little wave goodbye. Steak knife in hand. You see that too, right, Dad?

Dad, I don't 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 sakes, I'm sorry Let's play a game It's called Shut Up Till Pennsylvania How's that sounds

That sounds like a good game Slugbug It's a my shoulder Jesus Christ Punches the kid 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 scared the living bejesus out of me but I felt that Mr. Wide Mouth 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 belong to children

dun dun dun first off I just want to say perfect creepy pasta material I love love love love that. All right. Mr. Wide Mouth being,

I love the idea of a monster just being like, hey, kid, you should jump out the window. Just fucking kill yourself. Go ahead. What's the worst? And I just love a reluctant

child being like, ah, I don't, 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. Whitemouth 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 a kid 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, gets its point across. Yeah. It's fun. It's a fun little story. Yeah. Yeah. I enjoyed a lot. So, all right. So that's Mr. Wide Mouth. What do we got after that?

Where we want to go? We've read Psycho... Looks like what is... Polybius? Polybius? 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? So... 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 cues 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 stop playing video games while it is reported that one became an anti-gaming activist.

So that's like the basic, like, 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 Sinish Lotion, which means, Sennish-Loshin. 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 report 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, experienced nausea, headaches, blackouts, or even develop amnesia. Some even committed suicide. Other 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 cabinet 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 the german 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 uh weird fake well i guess you could just call misinformation but i'm gonna say it's like i like when people were like oh yeah there used to be these like and then because attached here i'll attach the screenshots but there's like actual like black and white photos of cabinets and stuff and whatever else it's just kind of fun what's also cool about it is the um the original like 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 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 um 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 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 click 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. 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 a arcade. What am I try? Arcade. Yeah, I had a heart attack at an arcade and died. And this actually happened. I did this for a video. Did the look up 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 like trying to get a high score on berserk and then later on two of the kids got into a fight and one of them stabbed and killed the other kid so the belief was berserk like 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 that's fucking cool then too well i'm I still, yeah, I mean, that's a fun way to just reintroduce that shit into the

zeitgeist of like, the online horror, zeitgeist. Yeah, we have to read suicide mouse. No, let's just, let's skip suicide mouse. I think we have to read. I don't think you're getting out of this one. We need to do who was phone. At least. Okay, but. And there's also who can't trust anyone.

Oh, white with, white with threads of a classic too, but I think we still, like, like suicide mouse is six minutes. I think we have to read it. God damn it All right Yeah Suicide Mouse it is Let's go

All right Suicide Mouse So do any of you remember Those Mickey Mouse Cartoons with 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, I love how they always name drop like someone who's

like a member, like Stephen Hillenberg. Yeah, yeah, yeah. They got who. 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 midair 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 one. Mr. Malta got disturbed and left the room, sitting an employee to finish. They always do this. The main guy gets disturbed. It sounds like a lackey to watch it.

sitting a ploy 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 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 known. Seven times before speedily taking the guards pistol and off. He watched 1933. he's making mouse cartoon. Real suffering does not know.

There's not known. I like to think that he like put his hand over his mouth threw up the fucking vomit went everywhere. And he's like, and grab the guy's gun. Photo realistic vomit all over him. The thing I could get, the thing I couldn't get out of. Oh,

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 rapid share 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.A.I. 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. 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, uh, the guy pulling out the gun. You know, I seriously feel like the Candlecove thing was so influential. It just all feels like it's kind of, uh, all ties back into that. All of these come off of Candlecove 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. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

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 creepy pasta uh 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's like slender man can turn or slender man turn someone into the rake in order to do it's a skin walker right uh it's it's a skin walker right uh it's It's like, it's closer to classic, like Native American depictions of the Windigo, like a humanoid, like kind of skeletal thing running around on the ground.

And it's, like, I think it's some adaptations that can shape shift or at least mimic voices. I think that's right. Yeah, this is one of the earliest renditions of the actual creepypasta, but the rate gets used in so many different stories. Like, um, 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's not the fault of anyone other than him. For once I awoke and felt his presence, and once I awoke and saw his first,

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 Linney, 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've experienced the greatest terror. I've 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 he 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 it's probably just as like probably just as infamous as the like a couple like the the Russian sleep experiment the Jeff the killer you know like I feel like it's up there

it's got to be 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 apologize to 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. He 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. And 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 to a lake that night while we're god okay okay man i just love about nonchalant the uh the things are the verbiage so anyways my husband 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 to 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 who, York who had seen the creature we now referred 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 believe 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 wreck 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,

flurrying through the recording at eight times the normal speed. This still took almost an hour every day. On the first day at 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 in 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 um you know i think there might have been just a little a little bit of sorry guess

so after the after this the rate 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 borosca does or what pin pal does yeah yeah like that's why they had so much acclaim at once it um you know they're just good story i mean like it's just something too where it's like uh to have to sit down like the to the the the discipline it takes to sit down and write a full link 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 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 like little blurbs or some guy probably just like was shitting his pants and just like riding something for 20 minutes,

he's like, boop. And 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 revisiting them out of the way. Just get them the fuck out of the way. This is what it used to be. Can we, can we just end with who was phone? Can we just, can we just call it? 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 read this one. I was going to take you to the statue, white with. read all of them but you know what fine if that means nothing to you hunter i'm gonna read who was phone this our last one today one of the classics here it's rated a healthy 6.3 3 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

dittle 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 rains 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 that is the end of who was phone so the joke with this one was people would list like what's the scariest thing you've ever read and people would be like who was phone my like I couldn't sleep for weeks after that like

it was a scariest thing of so everyone would hype it up and then when you eventually find it it would be this I love it yep 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 because what we're not 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 a, 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, it's the, the walk of fame in

Hollywood, whatever, with less homeless people and shit. this is a it was nice going through 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 like at such an influential stage like all these things were people you know millions of people probably read this shit and it like sparked tons of people to just be like I want to make a Mickey Mouse 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. Mm-hmm. Yep. So now maybe you can respect

a little bit more the prime rib your del. I agree. I agree. Well, you know what? Listen, it does not fall. I appreciate everything we read here. I think that we, 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 like i did i agree i agree i agree i agree i agree well isaiah it's been a fun one guys thank you so much for listening today be sure to uh you know sign up or sorry be sure to listen on spotify and apple podcast all that jazz give us some nice ratings there uh and until next time we're gonna have a nice fun one also i do we 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 out Marble Hornets. That will happen someday. Um, but yeah. Yeah, any final words? Uh, thank you all for watching. Um, let us know. keep sending in stuff like this. I need to torture Hunter more. I need them to know what I went through. Uh, but thank you all for watching. Appreciate you guys. And, uh, yeah, thank you so much for the support. Merch on the way soon. New crepecast 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. I'm going to check out your merch

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