CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "Issue 237" Creepypasta

Starting point is 00:00:02 I have acquired Khazar, Issue 237 to be exact, and it scares the hell out of me. I'm a collector, you see, of rare comics. Well, not really a collector. I never keep them for very long, you see. I prefer to sell rare comics and mundane comics for a profit. I buy them from Goodwill, garage sales, estate sales, anywhere I can buy cheap and sell high. I'm in it for the profit, pure and simple. but today I may have found something I wasn't meant to own.

Starting point is 00:00:35 Briarcliff Estates was having an estate sale and I knew there would be some interesting pieces there. Mr. Breyer had died at the ripe old age of 103 and he was said to be a notorious pack rat. His wife and son had died years ago, both under mysterious circumstances and Briarcliff had gained an air of mystery ever since. It was said that his house was full of things,

Starting point is 00:00:57 everything from antiques and collectibles to downright garbage and I wanted to have a look the sale was even grander than I expected there were holes cluttered with antique furniture shelves full of books antique kitchen appliances Persian rugs strange art and odd articles from around the world all the trash had been cleared away and all the items for sale had been tagged and were displayed

Starting point is 00:01:21 a large crowd had gathered I saw and I was more than a little interested in some of the books for my show The auctions seemed like a total waste of time, right up until the last lot. The antique furniture went first, then the old cars from the garage, then the rugs, the appliances, and strange antiquities. Some of them were pretty grisly. Apparently Mr. Breyer had been a world traveller in his youth, and he had picked up things from Africa, Russia, Germany and China, with an eye towards the occult. I actually found myself bidding on a wand made of pure ivory, something my Harry Potter fans might pay a lot for,

Starting point is 00:01:58 but a stuffy old man in the front row shelled up 100 grand for it, and I sat down and shut up. He had long white hair and an imposing beard that hung down past the waist of his immaculate grey suit. He was a jar in comparison to the tote-faced guy with all the dark hair oiled to his head on the other side of the hall, and they seemed to know each other. No, and hate each other.

Starting point is 00:02:21 They had several hard looks for each other, as they held long and complicated bidding wars, and their battles bled over into the books as well. They snapped up most of the books, with old moldering things, with hard-to-pronounce names, and my bids were mostly shouted over as these two dueled for the remaining tones. Most everyone else had gone, seeing that these two meant to have the lot, so when the last lot came up, and it was a box of comics, I immediately threw out a bid of $25. I hadn't expected to see any comics here, my focus being the antique books,

Starting point is 00:02:54 but this seemed to be the only two things that these two weirders didn't want. The beard went once, twice, and then sold as the two clared at each other from across the room. I took my box of dusty old comics and scuttled off before either of them could realize I had been there. I didn't realize what I had until I got home. I took them to my office and said to work. First a shower, then a change of clothes. All comics can be finicky, and I had to be. like to be comfy when I appraised them.

Starting point is 00:03:26 Then the gloves came on. I have a nice set of reusable ones, latex, washable and thick, that usually serve my purpose. I put on a hairnet too. Can't be too careful with old comics. After I was set, I opened the box and had a look.

Starting point is 00:03:43 I was not immediately impressed. Mr. Breyer, it appeared, had a thing for old Hanna-Barbara comics. There were some yogi bear issues, about ten Huckleberry hound issues, some Tom and Jerry comics, and a few Wacky Racer comics I had never even heard of. I set those aside, and a barbaric comics never retail very high, unless you have some of the rarer pieces. They were all in bags, though, and looked to me in pretty good shape, so at least I could ask asking price for them.

Starting point is 00:04:11 Next was some old Johnny Quest comics that looked well used, and they also went to the side. Next came some, oh damn, old detective comics that looked like they were from the early 40s run, they were bagged and looked to be in great shape. I sat those on the desk by my computer. It looked like my purchases wouldn't be entirely in vain. There were some other things in there, some well-loved action comics, a few Batman issues from the late 60s,

Starting point is 00:04:37 and a single issue of a comic series I'd never heard of. Sitting at the bottom of the box in a plastic sleeve that looked to be caked with dust and maybe soda, I guessed, was a copy of Khazar, the Amazing, issue 237. I had never heard of Kajazar the Amazing, and he appeared to be some sort of magician detective or something. I was also unfamiliar with Keystone Comics and decided to do some research.

Starting point is 00:05:06 As I brought it over to the computer though, I felt a strong urge to drop it and just walk away. The comic felt weird, even through the gloves, and the bag was tacky in a way that soda usually wasn't. I don't know how to describe it. It was like, like the comic didn't want to be held. I shrugged it off at the time, but I can feel it now, too, as it sits on the nightstand beside my computer. It still doesn't want me to touch it. I looked up Kajahar and found out that it was part of a debut series from Keystone Comics. Kajar was, in fact, the only comic series they ever put out, and it had a very limited run,

Starting point is 00:05:49 Lessened 500 issues of each comic ever came out, and they were extremely rare and not often seen at auctions. Issue 237 was actually the last issue ever printed before Keystone Comics burned at the ground in 1975. The fire was supposedly investigated and ruled as an accident, despite four people having perished in the blaze. Chuck Landstar, the owner and writer of Kazar, his assistant, Mike Dre, and the illustrators who worked on the comic,

Starting point is 00:06:18 Jug and Dale Treblow had been killed in the fire. The series had never seen the light of day again. Apparently this issue had less than the usual number of runs. Even in its kind of ratty state, it was worth well over a thousand dollars. Kuching. $25 for a thousand dollars seemed like a great deal to me, and who knew what kind of bidding were I'd get on this thing? I gingerly removed it from the bag and threw it away,

Starting point is 00:06:46 as no customer would want it in that state. The comic itself was ragged, the spine bent and some page corners damaged or missing. The pages themselves looked pretty good, old but good, until I got to a spot near the back. Towards the end, Khazar appeared to be casting some kind of spell to summon some ancient deity. He stood in the middle of a circle, laid with etchins and stones and ruins, and I could see quite a few bodies lying around as well. Some of them seemed intricate and embellished enough to make me think that these might be made characters he'd sacrificed, but I knew nothing of the series, so I could only speculate.

Starting point is 00:07:24 There was a dark-haired woman in a slinky dress that barely contained her, assets, a blonde guy with a loincloth and a skull helmet, what looked to be a kid in a red cloak, and some other, less-bucksome redhead that seemed to have died holding hands with a kid in the cloak. They were all laid out around the circle, and their deaths did not seem to have been kind. "'Kazaar was kneeling, resplendid in his yellow and green robes "'as he made his request before a towering form in a horned helm. "'It's eyes were cold beneath the visor, "'and its green armour was stained with ancient blood.

Starting point is 00:08:00 "'It sat atop a bone-white horse, "'steam curling from its nostrils, "'as it brandished the sword at Khazar "'that looked big enough to cut him in half. "'Kazar was making a request, "'but the words had been smudged. "'That figure on the horse did, sit right with me. Even through the page, I could feel his regard. It was like he was looking at me,

Starting point is 00:08:21 judging me, weighing my worth. I closed the comic. No sense getting spooked by some old comic, I told myself with a laugh. I took pictures next, showing some of the damage, and put it back in his protective bag. I uploaded the pictures to Comic Squire, the service I used to sell comics, and sat back to wait. I pulled some of the other comics I'd piled up towards me and started looking them up so I could post them as well One of the detective comics was worth about $40, cool And another was worth about $30, excellent, and

Starting point is 00:08:57 I heard a ding from my computer and looked up To see that Khazar had an opening bid of $500 I typed a message to the buyer Someone named Nilram the E was a three informing him that I was firm on 800 and went back to my other comics. Two of the detective comics had so much hamster cage lining, but I saved them aside so I can put them with a bulk lot. Two more were worth $30, and I had just started looking up the seventh,

Starting point is 00:09:25 and my computer dinged again. I looked up to see that the same buyer was offering $800, the price listed for it, and I nodded and turned back to my work. The bid would sit on the site for an hour, allowing others to bid if they wanted, but I figured that this guy would get it, and I'd be $800 richer. I'd barely gotten a seventh comic out of the bag when my computer dinged again. A new bid had come in for $1,000. I checked the buyer, and this time it was a new user by the name of Morgal.

Starting point is 00:09:58 He was also offering an extra $50 to pay for overnight shipping. That made me raise my eyebrow, but I suppose he wanted to make sure it arrived undamaged. after all this was a rare comic and I sent him a message accepting his offer should he win I'd barely send the message when Nilram came back with a $12,000 bid

Starting point is 00:10:19 this went on for the next few hours and as the bids went up the bidders began to message me this is when it got bizarre from Morgal dearer's seller the user Nilrem is trying to purchase your wares under false pretense he is my rival

Starting point is 00:10:36 and merely wants to own this comic so I cannot. I implore you to award the sale to me and ship with all haste. From Nilrim, I must ask that you not sell this piece to Morgle. He wants it, not for its scholarly endowment, but for the power it would bring him. I must have this item so he can be sealed away from those who might use it for ill. Thank you. I forered my brother this one. Sealed away from those who might use it for ill? It was a damn comic book. From Morgal, I see that you have not awarded me preference in this matter. Has Nillrim offered you something more in return for this item? I assure you I will match whatever he makes no matter the cost.

Starting point is 00:11:16 That took me by surprise. These guys were clearly serious collectors, or weirdos, and they would likely pay big money for it. I didn't have to do anything. All I had to do was stay quiet and let these do drive at the price on their own. Simple economics, I had it, they wanted it, and suddenly this ratty comic was looking like a cash. cow to me. Even then, I hadn't realised the real value of the piece. From Nilrim, please, I implore you not to be swayed by Morgles boasting. If he gets that tome, it'll be devastation for our world. I implore you to sell it to me. Money is no object. Name your

Starting point is 00:11:55 price and I'll pay it. I sat there through my teeth. My small pile of potential profits forgotten. This fellow had basically written me a blank check. How much would be too much? He had said money was no object But there was always a limit I looked back at the sale and realised Nilrum had just placed a bid for $50,000 Mughal quickly counted with 60 And the two went right on sparring as I watched

Starting point is 00:12:22 I pulled up Nilrum's message again And that was when I realised that his profile Had a picture attached I clicked on it and realised That this guy was the same one from the auction today His picture was of a grandfatherly looking man long white hair and a beard that was downright Gandalfesque. He was in his profile in the picture, just his head and shoulders,

Starting point is 00:12:43 but I was willing to bet it was the same guy. This morgue character was likely the other man, the one who looked like a toad and had been afflicted with all that greasy black hair. They were just continuing their antics from the auction, and I was surprised they had any money left after all the crap they had bought earlier. Another message from Nilrome came in, and it had a link at the bottom to a new site. sight. From Nilrem.

Starting point is 00:13:08 This must end. Morgan must not be allowed to own this spell. See what it wrought last time he was unleashed upon the world? The link brought up an article about the Briar Clever states. Four bodies had been found on the ground nearly 20 years ago. They had been arranged in the garden. The photos looking very similar to the ones in Karzar, minus the bodies. Those have been replaced with taped outlines, but their placement was undeniable.

Starting point is 00:13:33 Breyer's wife, teenage daughter, nephew and brother had been killed in what appeared to be a cold activity. Briar had immediately been the first and only suspect, but some combination of money and alibis given out of fear had cleared him. Still, his reputation in the community seemed to be well earned. Had Briar made a deal with that horned demon? Had Briar possibly discovered something that led him to fill his hallways with junk in an attempt to insulate himself from whatever might come for him? I saw I had a message from Morgal, but his final offer was much less informative than Nillrems had been. The link in his message was of a Google Maps location. It was my address.

Starting point is 00:14:16 His last message was much less formal and much less pleasant than his others had been. I'm coming for what's mine. See you soon. I've been sitting in my office, writing all this down for the past hour. I've locked the doors and called the police, but they don't seem to be taken this very serious. The numbers in the bid haven't gone up in an hour, and even though Nilrim had won, I'm afraid he's never going to get what he paid for. I can see someone moving in the yard outside my window, but when I tried to call the police, it just rings and rings. I don't know what to do.

Starting point is 00:14:55 I can almost feel this comic watching me, even as whoever is outside keeps moving around out there. The sun will be down before long. I wonder if they'll find my body here Or buy some circle In a garden somewhere

CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "Issue 237" Creepypasta

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