Creepy - Where Bad Kids Go

Episode Date: April 17, 2017

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This is creepy. A podcast dedicated to sharing the most famous chilling and disturbing creepypastas and urban legends in the world. Whether these stories truly happened, or our simply fabrications is for you to decide. These stories may contain graphic depictions of violence and explicit language. Listener discretion is advised. Where bad kids go. I must have been six or seven when I lived in Lebanon. The country was ravaged by war at the time, and murders were common and frequent.

I remember during a particularly vicious era when the bombings rarely stopped. I would stay at home sitting in front of my television watching a very... very strange show. It was a kids' show that lasted about 30 minutes and contained strange and sinister images. To this day, I believe it was a thinly veiled attempt on the part of the media to use scare tactics to keep kids in place.

Because the moral of every episode revolve around very uptight ideologies, stuff like bad kids stay up late. Bad kids have their hands under the kids. the covers when they sleep and bad kids steal food from the fridge at night. It was very weird and in Arabic to top it off. I didn't understand much of it, but for the most part the images were very graphic and comprehensive. The thing that stuck with me the most, however, was the closing scene. It remained much the same in every episode.

The camera would zoom in on an old rustle. closed door. As it got closer to the door, strange and sometimes even agonizing, screams will become more audible. Extremely frightening, especially for children's programming. Then a text would appear on the screen in Arabic reading, that's where bad kids go.

Eventually, both the image and the sound would fade out, and that would be the end of the episode. About 15 or 16 years later, became a journalistic photographer. That show had been in my mind all my life, popping up in my thoughts sporadically. Eventually I'd had had enough and decided to do some research. I finally managed to uncover the location of the studio

where much of the channel's programming had been recorded. Upon further research and eventually traveling on site, I found it was now desolate and had been abandoned after the big war ended. I entered the building with my camera. It was burnt out from the inside. Either a fire had broken out or someone had wanted to incinerate all the wooden furniture. After a few hours of cautiously making my way into the studio and snapping pictures, I found an isolated out-of-the-way room.

After having to break through a few old locks and managing to break the heavy door open, I remained frozen in the doorway for several long minutes. Traces of blood, feces, and... tiny bone fragments lay scattered across the floor. It was a small room and an extremely morbid scene. But truly frightened me though. What made me turn away, never want to come back? What was the bolted, caged microphone,

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