Lighthouse Horror Podcast - I'm An Ancient Evil Who Walks The Streets Every Halloween | Scary Stories

Episode Date: July 29, 2023

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It's been a long time since I've reveled in the fears of those I used to pray on. It could be said that I reformed my old ways. Well, the old ways of my kind, not just my own. There was a time that I enjoyed the hunt even more than the meal, but I suppose I matured some time over the centuries. Oh yes, I am ancient. Ancient to your perception of the word anyway. To my kind, I'm still quite young.

And there are even far older things than us, I can promise you that. Humanity has barely scraped the surface of the mysteries this world truly holds, and mine are only slightly ahead of you and such knowledge, truth be told. There are many things that you got right about us, yet so many things that you've gotten wrong. First and foremost, we're not attractive by your standards. To my people, I am a fairly average-looking individual, one who can easily blend into a crowd. I would find it significantly more difficult to blend in with your people, but it can be done.

It does take focus, mind you. We are not shape-shifters, but we can influence how you see us. It's not easy at first, but I've grown quite talented in the act, as I do enjoy walking in the human world when I can. Perhaps that's what's led me to my, shall we call it, rehabilitation? Oh yes, in my younger years, I would feast on you by the dozens without batting an eye. Over time, however, I think humankind began to grow on me. It was the children, I believe. Regardless of how sinister I may have appeared in your eyes, I would never feed on a child.

when I saw you as little more than cattle, I could never end the life of an innocent. Perhaps I just never had the appetite for the taste of the pure of heart. It could be that the dregs of humanity had a more potent flavor. That being said, I will not pretend that I've never quenched my appetite on a harmless adult. Very few were off limits to me in my youth, as I considered your kind beneath me. a farmer would his herd, I suspect. Though there are aspects of society that still disgust and confuse me, I no longer think

of you all as such. There are some, of course, but I no longer take the life of anyone unless I feel they deserve it. There will always be filth to serve my needs, and I do enjoy the flavor. It's probably been some three hundred years or so, since I had to do. suggested my outlook. I even took a human mate for a time. Her children were a delight to spend time with. Even though they could see behind my illusion, perhaps not the entirety of the real me, so to speak. Pure hearts can figure out the truth of things so much easier

than the corrupt. Adulthood inherently brings with it a certain degree of corruption to even the most innocent of souls. It's just the nature of things I would think. We see the world for what it is when we grow up, no longer just how we want it to be. I grew very fond of Abigail, my mortal companion, and her two little ones. I stayed with them for many years, but ultimately I would leave them before the years weaved their unfortunate spells on the frail mortal shell. I think it was curiosity more than anything that led me to live in the mortal world for those years. I was fascinated by your ways, though I didn't fully understand them. My people have

little in the way of emotions, though we're not blank slates, as many would believe. I think we have many aspects that would appear quite foreign to you, aside from just the obvious physical appearance. We do not age in the same manner that you do. I suppose that can be taken for granted from the words I've spoken so far. We do have disease and mental ailments, but they differ greatly from anything you could relate to. Another misconception about us is that we cannot transform your kind into ours. Our blood can carry pathogens that can lead mortals to crave that which we feed on, but it's more of a condition than an alteration. It frees the soul from the body, leaving only a walking shell. This remaining husk requires living sustenance to survive. My community has actually taken

great offense to cults who have formed from such a disease. They would claim to be our equals, but they have no manner of understanding how far off they are in their assessment. Yes, should they continue to feed, they will live indefinitely. Surely they will be more impervious. to bodily harm, along with the ability to heal certain wounds after suffering damage. It's still something more likened to donning a costume and playing a part than becoming anything like my kind. We can go without feeding for many years, should we choose. Unfortunately, this would render us with similar weaknesses to those of your kind, but it has been

known to happen. We can even feast on the traditional deliast. delicacies of the mortal world should we choose, though we would reap little benefits from it. I must confess, I'm quite fond of such things as your fried chicken and the occasional steak. Although I do like to walk amongst your people, the focus it takes to keep my appearance hidden requires a great deal of effort the longer I maintain it. This is why I've grown to thoroughly enjoy. The festivities of all Hallows Eve.

It's the only time of the year that I can allow my true face to be observed and cause no more than a fleeting fright to those who may look upon it. It's a manner of freedom that my kind rarely gets to experience. I enjoy walking the streets and enjoy the laughter of the children, though I find my eyes rolling at the sight of the older youths. The late teenage girls dressed in their children. skimpiest of outfits, regardless of how cold the outside air feels to them. The teenage boys wearing idiotic parody costumes that only serve to make fun of others. The smaller children

show so much more class than the older ones. In recent years, there's grown an unsettling trend amongst some of the young people who attend a nearby university. They've proven to be quite the foul and useless examples of humanity who enjoy bringing anguish to others. I've observed them from a distance over the months in an attempt to understand their motivations. They call their actions practical jokes, and they even record them on their little devices that are rarely far from their grasp. They publish their clips on a variety of your internet pages, And I have observed others marvel at their works. I watch your world and I attempt to understand your ways, but some things make very little sense to me. I must say, I've grown quite fond of

your World Wide Web, though. Many of my peers mock my interest in your society, but most of them still cling to the old ways. They see you as little less than animals, who have overtaken the land and forced us underground. I've attempted to convince them that we may still share the surface world, but they refuse to use our inherent abilities to blend in amongst you. They know all too well how mankind treats those they do not understand, and we have lost legions over the centuries to your fearful throngs. Those tales may lie in your books of fables and myths, but they show so much more clearly

in our encyclopedias. Regardless of our shared history, I bear you no ill will. Were my kind greater a number, though, I imagine they would force you all away from the light and into the caverns that we dwell within. There are so few of us left, and I believe it would be best if we could find a common ground after all these years. The group of miscreants I spoke of have apparently grown tired of badgering their own peers and seemed to have set their sights on the children of this city. As the Halloween season approaches, I have witnessed some of the youths and masks leaping from the trees to terrify young boys and girls who happened by. They succeeded in causing a little girl to cry while I watched on from the shadows one evening. She fell to the ground and

tore a deep gash into the flesh of her little knee. She wept, while a taller child, presumably her older brother, crouched beside her, in an attempt to calm her down. The teenagers in the grotesque masks only laughed at the two of them, and slapped their hands together, seemingly celebrating their defeat of such an innocent victim. I donned my most innocent and friendly face, before making my way out of the darkness to greet them. I attempted to reason with the older youths and convinced them that scaring little ones was no way to feel better about their own miserable lives. This only served to bring them more levity as they strolled away, reveling in their victory. I helped the crying little girl back to her feet and attempted

to assist her brother in calming her down. Unfortunately, I only scared her more at first. She could see the shadow behind my veil, though just a hint of it. After a moment, she could sense that I meant her no harm, and she offered me a delightful smile for my efforts. She asked me what I was, which caused her brother to study me more. He also saw beneath my mask, but he did not flee in terror either. I basked in their wonderful presence over the passage of mere moments in time as I escorted them back to their home, after a small stop off at the nearby ice cream shop. It's truly magical to me that children can have the ability to see beneath the flesh. I know my appearance can tear into the bravest of men, but to a child, I am but a curiosity.

Before I bid the two good night, they spoke of the variety of attacks, these immature teenagers had been inflicting on others. It had become a tradition of theirs, these past few Halloween seasons. The two children seemed to regain their fear of me for a moment, when I bit into my own thumb before their eyes. I'd learned to control the toxins running through my veins over the centuries, so I would be able to repress any condition. Tajans should I choose. I allowed one single drip to fall from my fingertip into the little girl's opened wound. She and her brother marveled at the sight of her gash closing shut, leaving no scar behind or any trace of damage to her flesh. She wrapped her tiny arms around my neck and rewarded me with a small peck of her lips to my scaled and hardened cheek.

This caused a warmth to spread through my chest that I'd not felt since I played in the field with Abigail's son and daughter so many years before. I assured the two that the pranksters would learn the error of their ways very soon. I continued to observe the group of older teenagers over the following days. I watched them afar, as they harassed so many more of the town's children. I watched on, while the five of them laughed so much harder when they caused the little ones to fall to the ground. I felt a rage build from within me that I'd not felt in decades. Though their actions angered me, I had no intention of bringing them any more than a simple fright. That was until they provoked a throng of small children to flee from their display, causing

a few of them to slip and fall down a nearby hill. Two small boys and one little girl tumbled down the steep hill and became silent when they made contact with the ground below. I leapt down after them, still hearing the laughter of their attackers from above. My bloodlust boiled over, and I fought against the building urge to strike. I reached the trio on the lumpy ground at the base of the hill. All of them had gashes and cuts across their faces and limbs. The smaller boy had broken both of his legs, while the other boy and girl had suffered fractures of wrists and shins.

Once more, I allowed to be able to be. droplets of my blood to fall into open wounds. Their small bodies twisted and contorted as they repaired themselves from within. Though the bones would heal, I had to assist in snapping them back into place before my blood fixed them at the unusual angles they lay in. The three were unconscious, but they still winced and moaned from the pain I was forced to inflict upon them. This was only to help them, but I still felt a stab of guilt for causing them harm.

The children would heal and remain unaware of my involvement. But this would not quench my thirst for vengeance. Perhaps I will return to my old ways. One last time. The night of Halloween had arrived, and the hateful teenagers spread their malice to any children who crossed their path. I followed close behind them, having taken the form of vapor to remain unseen. Every fright they caused and every torment they provided only served to fuel my rage. I would stalk them through the night, but I would not strike until they

were far away from the children. I fought against my desire to shred their throats in front of the little ones, but my intent was not to traumatize the innocent. I had not felt such a craving for blood for so many years. I've watched men wage wars and inflict so much cruelty against one another, but I would not feel the need to intervene. The malice of adults does not bother me. It is neither my business nor my concern who rules which land and who doesn't. I have to be. I have to be have become no more than a watcher, and I would only feed on the foulest of individuals, though I gave little concern to their actions. I would not tolerate the torment of children. Simple pranks may seem trivial to some. To a child they cut so much deeper. The pack of hooligans

made their way into the woods. Perhaps they sought to find more prey behind the cover of the tree, Maybe they had their fill for the night and decided to take the shorter route back to their dorm rooms. Their reasons made no matter to me. This would be where I'd strike. They enjoyed bringing fear to the innocent, but I adored bringing terror to the hateful. I followed behind, still in my misty form. I reached out to snap the occasional tree branch to revel in their alarmed glances behind. them. All five of them were draped in tattered robes and rubbery masks. The tallest one pulled

off his face covering to review widened eyes when I snapped a long branch from a tree, only feet behind them. As they quickened their pace, I knew my plan was proving fruitful. I spread my vaporous form as widely as I could to sever a circle of dry-rodded limbs around them. They all cascaded to the ground, landing in intermittent intervals after bouncing in and out of other branches on their descent. The quintuplets stopped and darted their heads around them in all directions. They spoke softly to each other as they turned around, seemingly intent on making their way back out of the forest.

They moved quickly, but I moved faster. I scattered limbs before them and to their side. causing them to travel the path that I desired. They would not be leaving this forest until I was finished with them. With my guidance, they buried themselves deeper and deeper into the dense woods until I was satisfied they were safely away from prying eyes. Now the bloodletting can begin. They'd all pulled off their masks as the rubbery material, had apparently restricted their flow of oxygen, while their pace hastened. This was good.

I wanted to see their expressions on their faces. I severed one last small and slender tree branch and sent it flying towards the tall one, who was the first to remove his false face. He screamed in delicious agony. When the jagged limb penetrated his left thigh, I made sure to avoid any. arteries as I'd not yet decided if they would be allowed to survive this encounter. The boy fell to his knees and gripped his hands tightly around his leaking wound. The other four ran to a side while darting their eyes across the darkened trees.

I want it so badly to make my appearance and introduce them to all the horror they could fathom. But the moment had not arrived just yet. They still sought rational explanations for the broken slice of wood that sprouted from the oozing thigh. I split a variety of many sizes of limbs and caused them to shatter into splinters. I rained them down upon the five waiting victims, like a storm that had erupted from above them. They all screamed in unison as thorned sceptive. livers buried into their flesh, bringing thin streams of crimson, to leak slowly down their faces and arms. The thin strips were not strong enough to penetrate their extravagant clothing,

but severe damage was not the purpose of this. Oh yes, they were afraid now. They screamed into the night as they gathered their friend from the forest floor. They were afraid. They screamed into the night as they gathered their friend from the forest floor. They all wore wounds now, but none were significant enough to cause any more than light-scarring. They all fled in the same direction, and it was just about time for me to introduce myself. Though my body was gaseous at the moment, I could still feel the tingles of anticipation. It had been so long since I hunted for anything more than sustenance. I forgot how thrilling it could be. I shot ahead of them to prepare my arrival. Turning myself to vapor did not allow my body

to be clothed as inorganic material could not be transformed. What would they notice first? I wondered. Would it be my yellowed eyes glowing in the moonlight? Perhaps my rose of jagged teeth behind the grayed flesh of my lips. The claws that tore through the skin of my elbows and knees, or the For the twin spikes of my shoulders, it may even be the talons on the tips of my three-fingered and dual-thumbed hands that would catch their eyes. I was enjoying this way more than I expected to. I stood several yards in front of them when I made my body corporeal again. Transforming back to flesh would always leave my skin slick and moist as though layered

and sweat. I held my arms slightly outwards, with my talons spread wide. I kept my head down, so that my thick, dark hair would hang low on my face, revealing only the glow of my eyes through the strands. I even erected the fleshy wings from my veined and muscled back to allow my vast wingspan to prove that what they were seeing was far from human. I felt the ground beneath my feet vibrate as they skidded to a halt before me. Every one of them began to tremble and a couple of them allowed their bowels and bladders to give into the fear. Huddled together, they began to gradually back away, as if they thought I may not have noticed their arrival. I allowed my voice to devolve back into the guttural and wailing sounds of the golden age of my kind.

Do not turn away from me. I said, feeling my own body shake with anticipation. If you flee, you will never leave this forest again. Of course, they still attempted to run, but I would have hoped for no less. This is where the real fun begins. I chose to soar towards the two who ran together first. The long-haired boy kept his arm wrapped around the taller one, with the twig still protruding from his leg.

I picked them both up with my tallened feet, and I raised them high above the trees. They screamed and writhed in my firmly grasping toes, until I released my grip and allowed them the freedom they fought for. Their blood still dripped from my talons, which had pierced into the tender flesh of their shoulders. I briefly entertained the notion of letting them crash into bloody heaps on the firm ground below, but they would never learn their lesson through a terminal series of broken bones and twisted meat.

I quickly descended towards them and regained my grip on the already shredded tissue I had grasped before. We were close to the forest floor when I caught them, but I slowed their approach before releasing them once more to shatter bones against the hard bark of the trees. They lay still and unconscious, but I could still hear their beating hearts. I retracted my wings and sprinted on all fours towards the three others who had escaped into the forest. I could smell their fear. So they wouldn't stay ahead of me for long. I leapt on top of the heavy boy with a shaggy hair, snapping both of his shins as I pinned into the ground.

He spat as he screamed, an assortment of curses, and I watched several strands of his hair turn pure white when I disjointed my jaw and allowed it to fall wide and open like the gaping maw of a hungry shark. The pure joy I felt in this terror was momentarily interrupted by my desire to bite out his throat. I fought the urge as these foul individuals did not deserve a bloody death for their insults and pranks. They did, however, deserve to observe firsthand what fear truly looks like. jaw back shut, while the boy prayed to whatever God he found holy to allow his life to continue. I wrapped my hand around his face, allowing my talons to tear holes into his forehead and cheeks. I pounded his head into the ground, until he lost consciousness, leaving a bloody reminder of what he saw

this night. Only the pair who took the foreground on the prank against the little girl and her brother remained. The others had watched and laughed at their actions, but I saw this final couple to be the leaders of this band of hooligans. They always began the assaults and reveled most in the tears and injuries of the children. Their price would be the steepest to pay. Would I take limbs, perhaps, leave them horrifically scarred and unfit for life, among other humans? The options were many, but my time was short. Maybe we start small and see how it goes. I vaporized again to continue my pursuit in silence. I needed to get them together again. A nudge here and there should do the trick. I scattered more branches to guide their path once more. I even allowed parts

of me to solidify, to gently push them in the direction I wanted. The woods were quite dense in places, so I would lead them to a clearing. I would even allow them a moment to think they'd eluded me. This was the most fun I'd had in centuries. As planned, the two found themselves in a wide-open area in the center of the forest, having the belief that they'd arrived here of their own volition. I chose to observe from high above after they stopped running and caught their collective breath. They embraced each other and spoke of what they seen. They spun theories of elaborate makeup and costume design, while taking no time to inquire about the condition of their associates. It was as though they had completely slipped from their

memory. They perched down beside the thin stream that ran through the clearing, washing their faces, and drinking from the water in their cupped hands. The forest had fallen silent, As my presence often had that effect on the wildlife of such places, they sensed what I was, and they kept themselves hidden when my kind were nearby. Had these teenagers the same instincts, they may have been able to shield themselves from me. I softly allowed my gaseous form to descend to where the two sat side by side. The parting of the trees allowed the moonlight to illuminate the sky. clearing and reflect in the water of the stream. I began to solidify once more, but remained silent

behind my waiting prey. They sat by the stream, gazing into the night. If all went as I hoped, they wouldn't notice me until their eyes met the reflective pool bearing my image behind them. I watched, as their posture stiffened, as one by one, they felt the presence of something at their backs. I watched the water reveal their eyes gazing down upon it. They appeared too frightened to even move, which both delighted me, and caused my heart to sink ever so slightly. My pursuit had come to a close, and this would be the final act of the next. night's festivities. The taller of the two slowly turned to face me. He turned his head

gradually upwards to stare into my face. I wore a wide smile that bared each and every one of my razor-sharp teeth, drool seeped from my mouth and dripped from my chin onto my chest. It joined with my scaled flesh that was still moistened from my transition back to a little. a solid form. I heaved with mimicked breath, as I had no need of oxygen to fill non-existent lungs. I wanted to appear feral and ravenous to the two cowering teenage boys who had brought such misery to the children of this small town. I looked on as they trembled in more visceral and blood-curdling terror than their little minds knew how to reckon with. I drank in their fear. And it nourished me, more than any meal could ever hope to.

Both of the boys faced me now. They adjusted their posture to prop upon their knees while they begged their gods to spare their worthless lives. I stretched one single arm out in front of me. They wailed and bargained with me to spare them, which only drove rage deeper into my ancient soul. With one single grasp, I snatched the quivering lumps of flesh before me from the ground on which they knelt. I gouged both of the tallened thumbs of my left hand into one of each of their eyes, and they screamed in agony, in shock. I did not push my fingers deep enough to penetrate their fragile brain tissue, though I can't say that didn't cross my mind. My immense and powerful wings beat against the air of the clearing as I lifted them high above the treeline.

The two writhed and wailed while I held them still outstretched before me. I watched the fear grip their remaining eyes as they begged harder than before for me to spare their worthless lives. For a moment, I found great temptation. to feed on their fragile bodies, to bury my sharp teeth deep into their flesh and quench my thirst on the life force they still held within. But a fresh meal was not the purpose of this endeavor, nor was ridding humanity of these trembling specimens.

The deep gashes I'd clawed into their chests in mid-sections while we hovered above the forest below was only to allow them to always remember our meeting. They would never be able to read the words I'd carved into their skin. It was an ancient and long-forgotten language that only my kind would be able to decipher. Roughly translated, their flesh now bore variations of the words filth and free meal. I even sliced my name into them. Like a painter, autographing their work. I swiftly dropped back to the earth below and released the two above the rocks and pebbles that surrounded the stream.

When they awoke, they could clean their wounds in the rippling water, but they would always bear the marks I branded them with. Their newfound lack of depth perception would also remind them never to revisit their old and immature ways. I stared at their twitching bodies next to the deceased and dried leaves of the woods. I felt proud of the deeds I'd accomplished this night, and I rewarded myself with a snack. The two fresh eyeballs that still sat impaled on my taloned thumbs, I plucked them off, and I chewed them up, savoring the delicacy I had not enjoyed in many moons. The hour had grown late, but I still had time to stroll through the city streets and breathe in the remaining hours of my beloved Halloween.

Tomorrow I would don my mask again, but tonight I would walk proudly among the people of this world. It has been almost a year since that night, and the five teenagers still remain in one of your mental. facilities. Of course, nobody believes the tale they spun of the terrors they experienced, but they do tell an interesting story. I still look in on them from time to time. I even allow them to see my face peering through the window when I feel like I could use a little levity. Their reactions are truly priceless. I still watch over the wonderful children of this small town and their smiling, playful faces continue to remind me of why I gave up my ancient ways. Halloween is upon us again, and all I ask is that you remember this. Should you choose

to pray on others this season, pay attention to those walking the streets beside you. Perhaps not all of the grotesque and monstrous faces you will look upon are made of latex and plastic. Maybe some of them are not as forgiving as I.