Creepy - Gurgles and Bugman

Episode Date: July 3, 2017

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After my last experience, my parents reminded me of another story from my childhood. When you're five, your mind lacks the experience to make informed judgments or connect things which aren't obvious. Over the years, the details get fuzzy. and forgotten. Speaking with my parents the other day, they cleared the cobwebs bearing this story. I remember now much too clearly, the story of gurgles and bug man.

I just started kindergarten that year. Everyone's a friend when you're five, so I had no shortage of classmates. But coming from a poor family, I didn't get to see much of them outside of school. My parents spent all their waking hours trying to make ends meet didn't have time to ferry me from house to house.

So I spent my early years mostly keeping to myself, playing with a random assortment of knick-knacks from the shelf in my room. Being short of money gave my family a habit of hoarding, so they hated to throw anything out. One particular item on the shelf was a small, old-fashioned TV set. A wooden veneer box about two feet wide by a foot tall. It had a curved glass screen that took up half the front panel. Beside the screen was a large chrome dial used to switch the channels.

At the top sat an antenna formed by two terribly twisted wires. When my border made me turn it on, I'd usually just get static and snow on that glowing black and white screen. I'd twist the heavy clicking dial hoping to pick up some local broadcasts. Mostly it would be some ghostly images and incoherent sound fragments. But one channel was always clear. It was the gurgles and bug man show. Gurgles was a clown, but not a common one.

He wore a thin black suit that draped his tall, skinny body with a matching tie and oversized novelty clown shoes to complete his distinctive outfit. His pupils were completely black, like polished ebony marbles, with no trace of white around them. Black face paint around those eyes and across his chest, cheeks and mouth made him look like a manic-creening skeleton. It was only the crazy crop of curly hair sprouting off the sides of his head that gave him a more human look. As much as gurgles freaked me out, Bugman scared me even more. He was short and round, like a hunchback dwarf with a dark cape.

He had prosthetics covering his eyes to make him look like a fly and a mouth that was rotated 90 degrees and opened from side to side. The show itself was like a camera with pranks played on unsuspecting people. It would always start with gurgles and bug man hiding away at someone's home. Gurgles would face the camera staring at you, his bony finger touching his lips. When the unsuspecting star of the show came into view, a laugh track would begin to play. You would see them go about their nightly routines, oblivious to the conditions. conspiracy that Gurgles and Bugman had involved us in.

We'd see them making dinner, or on the lounge watching TV with their family, or quietly doing their homework. Then watch as Gurgles and Bugman stole their pen, or moved their glass, or made things disappear behind their backs. The camera angles would change as Gurgles and Bugman shifted their hiding place from the dark corners of a room, to the cupboards, to the ceiling, or under the furniture. all the while looking back at you and winking. The closer they got, the louder and more of laughter from the soundtrack.

Eventually, when everyone went to sleep, a victim would be chosen for their prank. Waiting in the closet or under the bed, once the victim fell asleep, Bugman would crawl out and gently climb in beside them. His jaw would open sideways and out would come a sharp straw that he'd stick in the person's neck. This always paralyzed their victim, because sometimes you could see them struggle as if they woke and saw gurgles and bug man on top of them. The laugh track would then be extra loud and glorious those few times the victims awoke. Gurgles would make faces at the camera while the audience laughed and bugman would use the straw to drink from the person's neck. When the victim stopped

struggling. After a few minutes, the laughter would turn to clap and cheering. The bugman finished, Gurgle's face would fill the whole screen with his impossibly wide smile, sharp-tooth grin. Then he'd whisper, see you again soon. The way those all black eyes pierced through the screen always gave me the chills. I hated the show, but would be always too afraid to go near the TV while I was running. One day the TV mysteriously disappeared from my room. My parents told my five-year-old self that they'd sold it to pay some bills. I accepted that without question.

I was kind of glad it was gone. But yesterday, when I asked him about the TV again, they exchanged nervous glances, then filled in some missing gaps from my childhood. Halfway through that year, Derek, a classmate I didn't know very well, had died in horrific circumstances. He was murdered in his bed with a stab wound to his neck. No evidence of a break in was ever found,

so his distraught parents were taken into custody as primary suspects. They denied all allegations against them. At the time, Miss Nolan, my teacher, told our class, I had apparently explained to her that Derek couldn't be dead because I saw him and his family on the gurgles and bug man show the day before. When Mrs. Nolan mentioned to my parents what I had said, they had immediately taken the TV from my room, driven it to a junkyard, and had it burnt to nothing but ashes and molten steel. That TV was in my room because it had always been broken. It was never plugged in the whole time it sat on my shelf.

whatever I saw on that screen, it wasn't from a station. So that's my story of Gurgles and Bugman. But I'm not sure if that's really the end, though. After all, do Gurgles and Bug Man still perform their nightly show for some unsuspecting viewer somewhere in this world? And if so, who will be their next star? This episode of Creepy is presented by The Tunnels. Urban legends aren't supposed to be real. Well, the way you depicted on the podcast makes it sound like Pete Davis was an innocent.

Pete had made an enemy of Annabel and her group. They were targeting him. But it seems like every story has some shred of truth to them. You can't believe the elder is real. I don't know what I believe. Griffin, Georgia is a small town located about 45 minutes south of Atlanta. Your blood will be what draws them here. And then they'll leave me back to where I'm alone.

I'll be home. It has one such legend. We like to work in the shadows. We don't like to be exposed. Molly is trying to bring us out into the light. It's not time for that yet. The legend of... What kind of stories?

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