Creepy - 1999 (original)

Episode Date: August 12, 2019

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The year is 1999. That sentence brings me back to my senior kindergarten class when I was five years old. When we used to read out the date on the blackboard every single day. The year 1999 exists as a stain in my mind. as a memory that will not go away no matter how hard I try to forget it. 1999 marked the year I lost my first tooth, my first time on a plane, and unfortunately,

the early loss of my childhood innocence. That one memory that refuses to be wiped out, it all started with that new or old TV. At that time, Pokemon was the latest fad to hit the school, Pokemon cards, game stickers, and the most popular, the TV show. So, of course, every time I came home from school, I would stay glued to the TV until Pokemon came on at 5. The only problem was that my dad watched the news at 5.30.

Pokemon episodes were back to back, which meant I had to miss an episode every day. Something I wind on and on about. My dad got tired of hearing me complain every day. That must be why I went and bought another TV. My dad put the TV bought in my room. Unfortunately, it was just an old, small boob tube with rabbit ears even. It also had only 20 channels available, not including the channel Pokemon was on. I recall I didn't care, though.

I was just thrilled I had my own TV in my room. After surfing through the channels, I came to the conclusion that only Channel 2, TVO Kids, was worth watching, so I watched that for a while. It wasn't for another few months until I discovered Channel 21. One day in April, I was flipping through the channels, trying to see if Pokemon was on. I pressed Channel 21 into the remote, hoping there were more channels, and to my delight, there was. My dad was surprised, too, but he let me watch because it seemed to have kids programs on. The channel was called Caledon Local 21, and later I found out it was indeed broadcast.

from the town of Caledon, Ontario, a town very close to my city. The shows I saw in Caledon Local 21 looked poorly made, and I never understood what was going on in them half the time. However, as I grew up, every time I thought of that channel, I realized more and more how messed up the shows were. I had to ask myself, What the fuck was I watching? The following list of shows and episodes I remember seeing on Caledon Local 21,

How I remember such detail even disturbs me. But I guess things like this stand out in your mind for a while. The channel only ran a few shows, probably because it was only operational between 4 p.m. and 9 p.m. April, 1999. Mr. Bears Cellar, Episode 12. Very sketchy name, if you were to look at it nowadays. The show featured a guy wearing a bear mascot costume who would get a new visitor into his cellar every day. it was always a kid.

The show was filmed as a camcorder and not a very good one either. The police asked me a lot of questions about this show. This episode started with Mr. Bear sitting at a table playing checkers by himself. He sat there playing for a bit until there was a knock on the door. The camera was then looking up the stairs at the door

where there was another knock. Mr. Bear climbed the stairs and opened the door to reveal two young children. One was a boy, about my age. The other was a girl who looked about eight. Mr. Bear danced in delight and then started talking to the kids. I couldn't hear any of them that well, I remember. Mr. Bear then led the kids into the cellar, which was quite dark,

only lit by a small oil lamp on the table. I can't remember that much more, except him singing a song that I couldn't hear too well either, probably because of that large bear mask. The episode ended with him playing hide-and-seek. with the kids hiding in a closet in Mr. Bear Counting, 1999. Soup and Spoon I don't think this was even a show.

I think it was more of a special movie thing. All I know is I stopped watching Caled on Local 21 for a while because I thought this show was too stupid, especially since Pokemon now came on at 4.30 and 5. I don't remember much of this, but it showed a can of soup and a spoon both attached to strings, swinging back and forth, as if someone was holding them and dangling them in front of the camera.

Interestingly enough, the show was shot in a basement, which looked just like the one used in Mr. Bear's cellar. Like I said, I can't remember much. The only thing I can remember clearly was the end. The entire thing was only half an hour, and just included stuff I found stupid, such as the soup chasing the spoon around trying to eat him. The ending showed a table and about seven kids sitting around it,

each with a bowl of soup in front of them. They were sitting and looking at the camera, both confused and most frightened faces. The cameraman then held a can of soup in front of the kids and said, Spoon's ready? And then it just stopped. July 1999. It was summer, and I hadn't watched Channel 21 for a while. Until one day when I slept over at my friend's house and I decided to check it out again.

My friend had gotten a TV in his room for a sixth birthday. So we stayed up very late for us. 9.30 was very late. And watched TV. That's when I remember Channel 21 and brought it up to my friend. We decided to see if it was on, and to our surprise it was, they must have changed the broadcasting time. Mr. Bear's Cellar, Episode 23.

This episode was entertaining for my friend of me, mainly because it had swearing. However, now when I think of this episode, I realized something was definitely wrong when it was filmed. The episode started with the camera on its side while it was facing Mr. Bear who was walking upstairs to the cellar door. The camera then blacked out for a second before fading in, back upright and facing Mr. Bear. There was also another kid talking to him, but this kid looked about 11 or 12. He was talking to Mr. Bear for a while, but I couldn't hear well. Again, with that crappy camcorder, until the kid stared at.

raising his voice. The kid was saying how it was late and his sister had gone home. You could also hear more voices in the background. I remember Mr. Bear clearly saying, Get the fuck out. You're not invited. In a deep voice muffled by the bear mask. I remember my friend and I looking at each other and laughing at the mention of the

forbidden F word. But the episode got weirder. The kid began climbing the stairs before turning around and saying, how he was going to call the police. Mr. Bear began breaking into a run towards a kid, who started screaming and running as well. The camcorder then cut out, and that was the end of the episode.

The channel then turned to static shortly after. August, 1999. I didn't watch Channel 21 after that. In August, I grew more curious to see Mr. Bear's cellar for some reason, though. The last episode I saw Mr. Bear was weird and had swearing, which also made me think the show was meant for teenagers. Nonetheless, I flipped on to Channel 21 when my dad was busy. Mr. Bear's Cellar, Episode 28.

Apparently this episode had been playing the entire month of August. It was studied a lot by the police. The entire episode was just Mr. Bear sitting in a chair talking to the audience. Hello, kids. Do you want to visit my cellar? If you do, please write me a letter at this address. The screen then switched to a white screen with multicolored letters reading the address. And that was what remained for the rest of the episode.

This repeated for five hours every day until September came. And guess what I actually did? I sent Mr. Bear, or that sick bastard who portrayed him, a letter. I did it out of curiosity mostly. My dad was okay with it because he thought it was legit. kids show. But then again, he never saw any of what was on Channel 21. So I wrote a letter using my best rating possible. I think I just said how I wanted to meet Mr. Bear. So, my dad sent a letter to the address Mr. Bear said on the show. It stayed on all day anyway for some reason. It took about a week to get

a response, which I was surprised I did. I still have the letter I received on August 15, 1999. The letter read Dear Elliot, thank you ever so much for your letter. I would love to have you in my cellar. We play games, watch movies, and go fire camping in the middle of the woods. Come to my house at... The police cut out this address. Caledon, Ontario, Canada. I look very forward to having fun with you.

Love, Mr. Bear. I cannot believe. my dad never found this sketchy. Because he actually took me to the house. And that's when the police became involved. Those endless questions. Those pictures of terrified kids. The woods.

That brings me to why I'm writing this blog. That psycho and his friends did some fucked up shit back then. And now it seems he's trying to get into contact with me again. The entire police thing is coming back. That's brought 1999 back to me. Over a decade later. It's happening again. November 14th, 2009.

People have been emailing me, asking exactly what happened in 1999. I will get to that. Those weird TV shows I was watching apparently were meant to attract kids to Mr. Bear's house. What Mr. Bear did shocked the entire town. My dad actually drove me to Caledon. along with the address Mr. Bear left on the letter. The house was actually in the outskirts of the town, in the open farmland. I still remember that house.

It looked like an older farmhouse that looked who been built in the early 1900s. The windows were all boarded up and the house looked in a state of disrepair. As we walked up to the house, I remember my dad checking the address over and over again, looking at the house in disbelief. Then the door opened. I expected Mr. Bear to be at the door. but I was surprised to see a police officer emerge from the creaking doorway. The officer began talking to my dad, while I quickly asked if it was Mr. Bear's house.

The officer's face cringed slightly, and he muttered, or something like that. He started talking quietly to my dad, so I couldn't hear. Although my dad told me to get in the car anyway. And then we just went home. My dad was quiet the whole way home. I felt something strange had happened. My dad never told me what happened for a while. I forgot about it anyway, too.

Channel 21 no longer came on, and when I asked about it, my dad would not acknowledge its existence. I think it was when I was 13 when I learned the truth. I remember Channel 21 one day and asked my dad about it. I guess he finally decided I should hear the truth. Caled on Local 21 was a local TV channel that ran from October 1997. to August 1999 in the Peel region of Ontario. The entire channel was made from a house in Caledon, the one I visited,

and run by a man who was not really known by anyone in the town. The channel was only available to older TVs because the signal was only picked up by rabbit ears, a weaker frequency. The man created all the shows on the channel, all of which were kids' shows. He was Mr. Bear, and he was a mysterious cameraman. The real reason he created the channel was more disturbing than what was originally thought. As you might have already guessed, he kidnapped kids and held him in his cellar. But while most people thought he was a serial child molester,

he really wanted to use the kids for another purpose. The day I arrived, the man had fled his house the night before. The day before the police went in for their investigation. I wasn't the only one who was watching. Update. December 2nd, 2009. Sorry for not answering any questions for so long. I haven't accessed my email account for some time.

Anyway, let me finally set things straight about what I know. Back in October, I visited the house previously owned by the man who ran Caledon Local 21. Two women lived there, operating a daycare business. How ironic. Now to answer the questions you guys email to me. Question. Who else watched Caledon Local 21? Answer.

I know other people watched it for sure, including those kids who wound up at Mr. Bear's house. After some Google searches, I found a few people on the Neo-Seeker forums who were discussing shows from Caledan Local 21. They talked about the two shows I watched, but also another two shows I'd never seen before. A username to I Am Real Life seemed to know all the shows

that were broadcasted on Channel 21. Here are the two I've never heard of. I Am Real Life described it as a very little boring show about a guy rambling on and on in front of the camera about how he must please Satan and appease him before it's too late. Paint with a soul. I Am Real Life and another user called Siggy 92 were discussing this show. They described it as Blair Witch-like as it consisted of the cameraman wandering around a forest at night, doing nothing particularly interesting. I'll go looking for the conversation and see if I can get the link. Question.

Where is Mr. Bear? Are the guy who wore the costume? Answer. If I did know, I would have said earlier. I have no idea where this guy is. Or if he's dead or alive. Hopefully dead. When I see my dad's friend next time, I'll ask him about this.

Maybe I can get a more definite answer. Question. What did Mr. Bear do to the children? Answer. This is by far the most common question I've been asked. I found this out in October as well, via my dad's friend who's a retired Caledon regional officer. Apparently the man playing Mr. Bear took the kids out of the house and into the forest nearby. What he did there...

Police are not exactly sure how it happened. But 16 charred bodies of children between the ages of 4 and 13 were found in a 15 by 15 foot ditch deep within the 4th. forest. My dad's friend did not want to go into exact details, but I'm seeing him next Thursday anyway, so maybe I can extort more information from him then. That's all I have for now. Thanks for keeping an interest in my blog. I will try to gather as much information as I can for my next post. I've actually been getting pretty interested in this myself. It should be my right to know what the hell happened. Update. January 14th, 2010. I'm sorry I haven't posted anything for a while.

I'm kind of lost interest in this blog since I hit a standstill while looking for more information about the identity of the owner of Caledon Local 21. However, a few weeks ago, I struck gold. I found some answers, surprisingly, from the father of a kid who I used to babysit. He lives just across from my street, and I used to look after his kids when they were younger. He currently doesn't have a job either. He used to live near the woods outside of Caledon and witnessed the owner's activities in the woods. His name's Anthony Polo.

When he lived in the small bungalow outside the woods, he would often venture in to smoke a joint of marijuana or two, before returning to his work as a woodcraftsman. Polo described that sometimes he would hear voices of children coming from deeper within the woods, as well as a glowing light off in the distance. Polo told me this event started in late 1990. No, this is around the time Caledon Local 21 began airing. He apparently became annoyed by this happening every once in a while and actually went to investigate.

Polo then described what the whole scene looked like when he got there. There was a group of kids. He sat about 13 to 17, in ages 5 to 12, around a large fire pit with a burning fire. With them was a single adult. Polo talked to the man, noting his unusual unkempt appearance of a crack addict, as well as his constant twitching, and that's what he was doing out in the forest with children. The man said they were on a camping trip, something they did frequently. Polo, not suspecting anything, Caledon has one of the lowest crime rates in Canada. Simply left it at that and told him to be quieter.

Polo then paused for a while before telling me that they never became quieter. In fact, sometimes he heard loud chanting from the children in an unknown language. He didn't bother meeting with the man again, as he was moving anyway. I told Polo that the man was probably the owner of Caledon Local 21, but he doubted it, as he heard that the man was moving to Pickering by several of the residents near that area. Here's what I know now. The man would take the kids into the woods regularly for camping. The fire pit, Polo described,

maybe the whole bodies that the children were found in. The children Polos are probably the ones found dead. The man moved to a city called Pickering, a small city east of Toronto. I will discuss this with my dad's friend, the ex-cop, see if this matches anything the police knew about the man. I also want to see if he has any other knowledge of what was aired on Caledon Local 21.

Update. February 10th, 2010. Good news, guys. I talked to my dad's friend, and he disclosed a lot of information for me. First, I asked if the police had any information on the man who ran Caledon Local 21. He replied that they've only had the same leads for years and never found a suspect. The Peel Regional Police do have some of the tapes found in the house Caledon Local 21 was broadcasted from. He took me over so I could watch a few.

I guess I haven't said much about him yet. My dad's friend's name is Mitchell Wilson. Pretty nice guy. He seemed to understand my thirst for knowledge on what happened during the late 90s in that house. He feels it was wrong that my dad went so long without telling me much. He took me to the Davis Road Police Station. If you don't know, it's the largest station in Caledon, one of the largest within the Peel region itself. Each of the main stations around Peel have some of the tapes.

I was able to watch all the footage that the Davis Road Station has. Unfortunately, I wasn't allowed to take any tapes home for obvious reasons. Paint with the Soul. Episode 10. Garbage thrown away. Paint with the Soul was one of the shows that I Am Real Life in Siggy 92 discussed on Neo-Seeker. I told the police about this and they informed me that 12 episodes of the show were made and broadcasted between December 5th, 1997, and January 8th, 199. In 1998.

Exactly as I Am Real and Siggy 92 described, the episode opened with the cameraman wandering around in the forest. It appeared to be during the evening as it seemed the sun was setting. The cameraman walked along the path until he got to an area where there was a lot of garbage lying in the leaves. The camera looked around at the various wrappers, bottles, bags, and boxes, making sure each item got a few seconds of screen time. The camera then focused on a single area before the man spoke.

I recall he spoke in a very timid, quiet voice. I swear I've heard it somewhere else before, like on another Caledon Local 21 show. I could barely hear what he was saying, but he mainly talked about how humans are garbage, or something that it had to do with saving ourselves by cleaning up the garbage. Us.

It actually sounded really stupid, but still, a feeling of dread came over me. I mean, that forest was probably, Probably where those bodies were found, right? Mr. Bear's cellar, episode 25. When the police administrator brought this tape in, I actually said, Oh, shit. And chuckled a bit out loud.

Of course, I got stares from the staff, but Wilson explained to them about my little experience with Mr. Bear and how I still kept the letter he sent me. Like the previous episodes, this one included a guy wearing a bear mascot costume. The episode began with Mr. Bear waddling. over to his cellar door with a bottle of orange juice in his paws. On the ground were 16 shot glasses as well as a small bottle that contained an unknown liquid. Mr. Bear poured an equal amount of orange juice into each glass before opening the smaller

bottle and depositing one drop into the glasses. Mr. Bear then went off camera. There was some minor sound such as shuffling, and then Mr. Bear emerged from behind the camera's location. Following him were 16 children. Some looked as young as four, while others looked like they were practically teenagers. As the children entered, the administrator commented that this is the only episode that showed all 16 victims. The kids all looked rather content except for this one with visible bruises on his face.

And unlike the other kids, he had a more fearful expression. He also looked about 11 or 12, which caused me to recognize him. He was the kid who had asked about his sister and said, subsequently met an unknown fate at the end of episode 23, that one episode I watched during July 1999. When I told the administrator this, he confirmed that it was the same kid. He was also featured in episode 24, an episode that only aired once at 3 o'clock in July 1999.

The police have still not found the tape. Mr. Bear then broke into song, singing about citrus fruits and how vitamin C was good for you. I could barely hear the lyrics as they were muffled by the bear mask. The kids all drank their juice. The one from episode 23 did it rather reluctantly. And the episode ended. After viewing the tapes in possession of the Davis Road Police Station, I'm satisfied, but only temporarily.

I still want to know the full story. The police just kept giving the same crap about the creator of Caledon Local 21 being a fetishist pedophile, as well as an apparent cultist. I'll sign up for now, get into university first, and get information later. Hopefully I'll get back to this blog as soon as possible. Last month, I finally got my G2 license.

In Ontario, Canada, this allows you to drive in a car by yourself as well as with some passengers after six months. I, of course, took advantage of this and drove into Caledon for a little Sunday drive. Since I haven't updated this blog in a while, I figured I might as well visit the house where the infamous channel of my childhood was located.

The house was different than when I last saw it in October. The place was no longer used as a daycare and just sat there abandoned. However, it did have a for-sale sign showing that someone still owned it, wanting to get rid of it, though. The abandoned house drew fuzzy memories from my mind. Mainly that day, my dad took me to visit Mr. Bear. The feeling a drag came upon me. What happened to the children while they were living in that house?

I walked up the steps of the front door and peered through the window. Inside I could see a nearly empty hallway with a few boxes at the end. At the end of the hallway, to the right, was an open doorway, presumably leading to the kitchen. To the left were two doors, apparently leading to the rooms visible through the windows outside. I wondered where the cellar entrance was located and whether it had been sealed up. I walked around to the back of the house and found my end. answer. Two wooden doors lying in almost flat angle where padlocked shut. This had to lead to the cellar. Not wanting to hang around, you cannot imagine what was going through my mind at that time.

I departed. Behind the house, the empty field continued on until I reached the dense forest to line the horizon. I wondered if it was the forest where the bodies of the children were found. I thought to myself, fuck it. and proceeded to walk across the field behind the house into the forest. The forest was oddly quiet, save for a few periodic sounds of a woodpecker drilling into a distant tree. I cautiously made my way deeper into the woods, not really caring about the fact that I had no idea where I was going.

I don't know how to explain it, but it felt like there was something I had to find. I came to a thinner part of the woods and a few small houses in the distance. Polo's house crossed my mind and I wondered if one of these homes had belonged to him. I need a small clearing in which I could see three adequately sized logs gathered around a black chart area, showing a small fire had been lit there recently. Hey, get the fuck out of our fort! Those words nearly gave me a heart attack.

I turned to my left and saw two dark-clothed people running towards me. My initial thought was to run. Whereas they came closer, I saw that they were really just kids in their early teens, possibly 13 or 14, maybe even 12. As they approached me, they realized my size as well. I'm 6'1. Well, they couldn't bend no bigger than 5'8, 1 might have been 5'7. We said, get the fuck out. The larger one who was wearing a slip-knock shirt said half-heartedly.

I stood my ground and shrugged. The shorter one who was wearing a matroner. The Metallica shirt swung out a butterfly knife and held it in my direction. You wouldn't want to. I said in a deep, serious tone, trying to sound as badass as possible. I pulled out my cell phone. The two kids with Drew, the one was the one with the one with the metallic shirt putting away the knife. Look, dude, we don't like people in our fort, so can you just go?

The one in the Slipknot shirt said, obviously intimidated. I had no business in the forest anyway, so I uttered a simple fine, and turned before I realized I had a great opportunity. Did either you hear about the guy who murdered a bunch of kids in these woods about 13 years ago? I asked the kids. The two looked at each other in confusion before the one wearing the Metallica shirt answered. Yeah? Everyone knows about that guy. He said to me as if I were stupid.

The kid in the slip-knit shirt continued. He still lives around here, in this storm drain. My big brother's friend said he saw him in a bear costume once, wandering around the forest at night. My instincts told me this was probably a lie. You and Arcelaide on Local 21's probably long gone, only existing is folklore in this smaller isolated community. However, as a human, the thought of the mysterious unknown sparks interest within. And where is the storm drain? I asked.

just out of curiosity. I don't actually believe the kid's story. The kid in the Metallica shirt stared at me for a few moments. His eyes seemingly full of annoyance, yet curiosity for me. You're not from around here, are you? Why did you even come here? Now, I do admit I was slightly startled by the nature of his question. However, figured I might as well explain why I was there,

just in case people mistook my intentions. I told the two kids about my experience with the man and Kellodon Local 21, and that I'd come to maybe seek out some sort of closure. Although, even I wasn't exactly sure. The kids seemed familiar with the channel as they smiled and looked at each other when I mentioned it. They also became more understanding and gave me a detailed description on how to get to the storm drain. Shortly after, I decided to just turn around the way I came and had back to the house, leaving the kids at their fort.

but now you're probably wondering why I left out such detail about what the kids told me just now. It is because I'm choosing to conclude what I've gathered now. Here's what the kids told me in detail. The storm drain lies ahead of the kid's fort, same direction I was heading. The drain ends at a small river, where access water is drained out. Near here's a small playground, the kids told me people rarely use it. The man supposedly lives in a large pipe that rainwater, water drains out of. People have seen him, although always wearing either a bear mask or the mask

in a full-body bear costume. Note, I do not believe this is true. And in fact, simply a myth made by the residents of Caledon. The story does not seem plausible in any way. Why did no one call the police? Didn't this guy look suspicious? And other questions like these leave the story invalid. I may visit the storm drain, not because I believe the story, but because I want an excuse to visit Caledon again. So this blog doesn't die. With no more tapes to watch, I don't know what to talk about anymore. Thanks for continuing to support me in my blog. I know many are looking forward to more information about what happened in Caledon during the year 1999,

and I'll do my best to continue my research into the topic. Elliot out. Update. October 7, 2010. Wow. Nearly five months since I last updated. I'm guessing everyone pretty much thinks I was dead, right? Thankfully, I'm not.

But in all seriousness, I really have been busy these past few months. And a blog about something that could have killed me as a kid is a little low on my current priorities list. As of now, I'm living in Waterloo, Ontario, attending the University of Waterloo for computer engineering. Yeah, I'm a keener. As you can imagine, engineering is no walk in the park, so obviously I nearly forgot about this blog. But as you can see now, I am back. I remember to visit the storm drain the kids from the Caledon Forest told me about. It's out in a clearing between the wooded areas nearby a marsh.

Unfortunately, I found absolutely nothing, save for a turtle that retreated into its built-in home when it saw me. I snapped some pictures of the pipe, which I've posted as well. Also, let me tell you it was not a storm drain like they said it was. What I saw was a simple pipe, possibly a channel to access the water from the marsh. When I returned from Caledon, however, I simply kept putting off, uploading everything until I forgot all about my blog. Just didn't seem important anymore. Please forgive me. It wasn't until recently I am now interested in my case again.

On September 10th I received an email from this email address Return the B at hotmail.com Funny, am I right? Well, it gets better. I'm going to copy and paste the exact email this guy sent me. Dear Elliot, my dear, dear boy. You see this story may or may not be true, but it could happen. There are many slots for airtime.

If you have the money, you can have a public access TV channel. Some public access channels share airtime like EWTN, religious channel based out of Michigan, that shows Catholic-based programming but during off hours, have independent shows or just blue screen. Cable networks have empty channels available for rent space, so the scenario of a pedo renting a channel on basic TV is not far-fetched at all. However, public access TV is widely reviewed, it can be terminated at any time. These are the rules for the United States, not for Canada, where this story took place. So if this happened in the U.S., the petto would be tracked and arrested immediately.

Yes, the story could happen, but it is unlikely. A hundred fuzzy hugs. Mr. Bear. Now, obviously this letter is fake and sounds almost corrupted. But still, I would like to thank whoever sent it. Now, they could use some English lessons. Just reading this letter creep me out. But because of it, I am now full of this new interest to continue my blog.

I guess it's just funny trying to pursue the mysteries I've always questioned. Now my roommate knows all about it. He thought the letter was real and actually seemed more scared than I was for a second. But then I shrugged it off, so he did too. I mean, what are the chances of this being real? How would Mr. Bear know all this about public access TV and about when I went to Caledon on those occasions? More or less know my email or me still being interested in a seller. Ha!

I'm going to send a reply to return the B. Oh, just looking at the email address, you can tell someone wanted to freak me out. It didn't really work, though. Although, to whomever you are, thank you for sparking my interest back into the full matter. Maybe I can find out more about what happened to Mr. Bear. Hopefully, because although I don't buy that email, a part of me still feels anxious. Thank you to all those who are still following me and have become avid fans. You are also why I'm choosing to continue this.

Thanks, guys. Update. November 7th, 2010. Wow. I can't believe this blog hasn't been deleted yet. I haven't posted anything for so long. I have my reasons, and I'd rather not discuss them just yet. It's been a rather traumatic year for me. Some of you were right.

I shouldn't have gone back to relive the mysteries in my childhood. But I couldn't resist. It's been over a year since my last post, and a lot has happened. Let's recap where I am right now with regard. to the whole Mr. Bear incident. Return the bee at hotmail.com is no longer in use. I tried replying to the email, but I got a reply. I tried again a while back.

Still no response. I've actually moved up to Ottawa, capital of Canada, for those who don't know, for university, so I haven't been back to Caledon or back home in the Peel region for a while. I have my reasons for leaving, as you could guess why. I've had to make a new email account because people keep prank mailing me pretending to be Mr. Bear. Thanks a lot, guys. Not.

Why have I ventured back to this blog? Mitchell Wilson. Remember, my dad's ex-cop friend. He gave me a phone call on October 23rd about a tape that was found in a branch of the Bramph Public Library. Bramph is my hometown in case you haven't picked up on that. He claims he isn't allowed to discuss the contents of the tape with me as long as still in evidence, but he asked me to come check it out when I return home.

The tape got the gears grinding again, because we all know it was on the last tape I saw. I can only imagine what can be on it. I'm guessing it must have something to do with Caledown Local 21. I guess I just want to say I'm continuing this blog, and thank you for everyone who still follows it. I don't know when my next entry will be, but when I see the tape, I'll write what I find. I don't know what to expect, but the idea of seeing another tape has gotten me interested in this whole mystery all over again. January 21st, 2011.

It has been a long year for me. University has given me the usual sleepless nights, especially since I transferred to Ottawa, which is the place to party. Sarcasm. But now I'm back home with my dad and Bramph, the town I grew up in. I got home on the 18th of December and been visiting my friends and family. or at least that's what I would rather have done. Now that festive holiday cheer that I usually have at this time a month is absent. To answer the hundreds of emails and comments I got,

yes, I did see the tapes that my dad's friend, Mitchell Wilson, promised to show me. These tapes, however, act as a curse. I want to know more. Yet, I want to forget everything. I couldn't help it. I needed to see those tapes. Not only for myself, but for all you guys who was just as intrigued as I am, both this ominous man in a bear suit from my past.

However, after viewing those tapes, I feel that pit of dread deep inside me once again. That feeling where I know that all those kids in those videos are dead, that I could have been one of those kids, and that humanity is a dark, dark, dark, place. If you haven't skipped this paragraph for the juicier details below, thank you for listening to my rambling.

On January 1st, I called Mitchell Wilson and asked if there was time where I could come by and view the tapes. Things were pretty slow at the station because of the snowstorm, so he said I could come down any time that day. The tapes were located at a branch not too far from me. So, I braved the slushy roads and terrible Bramp drivers and made my way to the Peel Region Police Station, located at the Bremolea City Center. I met Wilson at the front desk where he then led me up to the second floor and into a small office.

He instructed me to have a seat and wait while he wet and got the tapes. Before leaving the office, he turned to me and said, I know you're curious, but... Are you sure you want to do this? Of course I did. Or at least thought so. Besides, Wilson's friend had pulled a lot of strings to get me in there, and I didn't want to waste the opportunity.

This particular station had two tapes on hand. I was only able to watch a few minutes of footage, however, because the second tape was apparently too damaged to be played on a VCR. Mr. Bear's cellar. Episode 30. Mr. Bear never ceases to disturb me, especially after what almost happened when I was younger. This episode took place outside in a forest at dusk, making it slightly hard to see, especially considering the quality of the film. a trademark of anything from Caledon Local 21. The episode started with the camera being held in the pause of Mr. Bear aiming it at himself.

The Bear mask. It looked more sinister in the shadows of the trees. The unmistakable muffled voice spoke up, Hello, children. Today I will be doing a wonderful thing for my friends. I will be delivering them to a faraway land. where they will surely be happy. Mr. Bear turned the camera around to show an ATV with an attached trailer.

But what stood out the most was the trailer contained seven motionless children laying side by side. This is the first load. But more will be on their way soon. Mr. Bear turned around and pointed the camera at a large burlap tarp spread on the ground. He picked the tarp up, revealing a large hold that must have been at least 12-3rd. feet deep and maybe 15 feet wide. The rest of the episode consisted of Mr. Bear taking each kid and dropping them into the hole. I asked Wilson if they were dead, to which he shook his head and replied,

not yet. Soon all the kids were in the pit. Some were an awkward position as due to being tossed in, but they remained unconscious. The vitamin C will surely help these children on the great journey. that awaits them. Mr. Bear mentioned as he pan the camera toward multiple bottles of gasoline beside Bush. The camera zoomed into the bottles as Mr. Bear hummed before the episode ended. Wilson revealed to me that these were seven of the 16 victims found burnt to a crisp.

The gasoline is what the man playing Mr. Bear used to light them on fire. A pit full of burning children. Who the fuck would do that? That feeling of dread foamy once again when I realized I could have been one of those kids. Wilson then explained to me that he had previously lied. The other tape confiscated by the Bromalia Police Branch did indeed work and contained the filming of the actual burning. However, he felt that I wouldn't be able to handle the disturbing and graphic

nature of the episode. And you know what? Maybe I can't. I don't even want to see it. I'm satisfied for now, but I just need some time to get myself together. The thing is, the man who ran Caledon Local 21 is still out there.

More to come soon. Elliot, I-N-R-I. Once upon a time there lived a boy named Elliot. Elliot was a clever boy who loved playing with his friends. One day he watched a lovely television show about a bear and his children friends. The children loved helping each other as good children should, but they also loved the bear. The bear loved the children since the children were so good at helping him and the fallen angel.

The children and the bear wanted to play together. forever with the help of their angel friend. But the fallen angel needed even more help. So the children had to give the ultimate sacrifice. Because that's what friends do, Elliot. They help each other. Help us, Elliot. Burn with us, Elliot.

I want you, Elliot. He wants you, Elliot. Back to my cellar. Pretty pleased with sugar. and icing on top. Mr. B. I-N-R-I. Update.

April 5th, 2011. I wanted update more. I truly did. However, certain circumstances had turned me off the whole Caledon Local 21 thing. I've since then had hundreds of emails about my blog and was even in contact with the magazine about my story. But now is the time to come clean to everyone. Where have I been for an entire year? The story of Pandora's box is true, and I opened it.

I opened it when I watched the second tape in the possession of the Bromalia Police branch. The other subject I'd like to address is the number of joke, fake emails have been getting from people claiming to be Mr. Bear. Let's start with the second tape, as that is what traumatized me into stopping my search temporarily. After a few weeks of playing silent, I decided to ask Mitchell Wilson if I could be able to be. that infamous second tape you talked about. I don't know why. I just felt that viewing that tape would give me some closure. Wilson was obviously reluctant to show me, but I was persistent.

He gave me an offer. If I was still interested by the time I turned 20, he would show me the tape. Not being able to do much else, I just played the waiting game. By the time my 20th birthday rolled around, I was definitely still interested in viewing the tape. I gave Wilson a call during which he admitted he had hoped that I would forget about asking him again. But I was not taking no for an answer. You really don't need to see it, he kept telling me. But I did need to see it.

I had to at this point. Sure enough, he invited me to the Bramalia branch one Monday afternoon. Having watched every saw film and a video of animal slaughterhouses in my ethics class, I was sure I'd be able to handle whatever the tapes could throw at me. How naive I was. Mr. Bear's Seller. Episode 31 When Wilson went to collect the tape from evidence,

officer in charge at the evidence room shook his head at me, his face saying, What are you doing? Wilson explained that the tape included the last known episode of Mr. Bear's seller. I rightfully assumed that I would be seeing the fate of the children and began to feel a sense of dread. The episode opened inside a forest, the usual one from the previous episodes.

This fact took me a while to realize because it was night, the trees and leaves just looked like shapes dancing around in the darkness. A faint glow of light was present on the right side of the screen. There wasn't any apparent audio. It appeared to be a windy night, yet the trees weren't making any noise. Slowly, the camera began to pan towards a glow. revealing smoke rising from a hole with the tips of flames peeking over the top. Wilson paused at this point.

Are you sure you want to see this? He asked me. I insisted on it, even though a voice in my head was telling me not to. The video continued. The cameraman moved towards the hole, showing a pit of fire. This was the hole that I had seen in the previous episode. Only this time it was filled with shapes. I could see the shapes moving around, fluttering, flailing, some motionless.

I knew perfectly well what they were. The camera began to adjust the light end. Burning, flesh. Red, black. A blur of surreal movement in colors. I wish I could forget what I saw. But you can't forget a scene like this. This was not a horror movie.

This was reality. Human beings were being killed in a horrifying way. A fate that I could have potentially met. The video suddenly cut to dawn. The camera now positioned further away from the hole. The fire was out. However, there was still smoke rising up. A figure was up ahead.

I recognized it right away. Then Mr. Bear's suit was laid out on the ground. Empty, and looked just as unnerving. The suit was laid out in the shape of a cross. The cameraman did a lapar on the suit, treating it like a treasured artifact, placed at the head of the suit was a sign. In bold red letters, I-N-R-I was printed. The cameraman moved back to the end of the suit,

zooming into the bear's face. The episode finally ended. I was speechless. It was like a dream. You can find a lot of terrible things on the internet, but I had never seen anything like this. Wilson asked if I was okay and I replied with the shaky, yes. I assured him as we left that I was fine

and that the video gave me some closure over the whole incident. He didn't seem too confident in me, but he left it at that. He was right, though. I had nightmares for weeks. I gave up. I didn't care about the whole thing anymore. A sick man burned a bunch of kids alive, attracting them with a fake kids TV channel. I could have been one of the victims, yet I'm still here.

I suppose I should be grateful, but I feel guilty. Am I still here only by pure luck? Ten months later, I'm back. But now I need to address something else. My email has been flooded with messages, people asking for more details. Some I ask if I can upload the tapes. Some people email me claiming to be Mr. Bear. First, I cannot get the tapes uploaded as they are A, in police possession as evidence,

and B, I have no idea how to transfer VHS onto a computer. As for people pretending to be Mr. Bear, you're not fooling me. When you have dozens of people pretending to be the same person, it doesn't work. I've even seen a fake Caled on Local 21 YouTube channel, which is cute, but still not real. Even more annoying is the fact that someone hacked my account just to put up some demented poem about me on this blog. I'll leave it in the entry above this one just to show you guys. I've contacted my webmaster about the entry and was told that it was posted on Halloween. Ooh, spooky.

Attached to the email, Paint WithB at AOL.com, which I assume is another joke email. I am over, episode 31 now. The images of what I saw will stick with me for a while. But I want to do one last hurrah. I'll get into contact with Mitchell Wilson again and hopefully get set up with the tapes in the possession of the appeal police branches. I'll try to update you guys as soon as I can. I'm sure this won't take so long again.

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