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Slimy Stories / A Glance at Midnight
« on: Today at 06:41:50 PM »
The Eyejacker.

That's what the newspapers called him. It felt like every bad super-hero story. Like some cigar-chomping tool at the local Tribune slapped on a random name he pulled out of his ass.

Picturing an editor trying to come up with a catchy name for my sister's killer gives me a rage headache. I now know how every victim feels when they see the media lifting a criminal to celebrity status. I didn't understand that line of reasoning before.

So, basically, I'm writing this now as a sort of counter against that mindset.

When I arrived at my sister's house that night, I expected nothing other than to console her over the loss of our mother. Mom had passed away a couple weeks prior, and, being all but a shut-in, sis had no one else to talk to when a bout of depression hit.

I had brought a bottle of wine. I don't remember what kind. Getting drunk and watching old home videos seemed work in the past. There's only so much you can grieve before your body shuts down from exhaustion, and there was really nothing I knew how to do other than helping that point arrive a bit sooner.

I rang the doorbell two or three times. No answer. Now, she had never tried to take her life in the past, but given the situation, the possibility was on my mind. I didn't think it was likely enough to immediately call 911 on the spot, but it was just possible enough to send me into a small panic.

I checked the back door and the windows. Just like the front door, they were all locked tight. The house had belonged to out parents, and I had spent a few nights trying to figure out how to sneak back in after a night of teenage debauchery. A quick shimmy up some lattice work, and I was able to try the second story.

The bathroom window was wide open.

It was a cold night. It was November.

I didn't feel the chill of the night until I saw that open window and the curtains fluttering inside. Then, all at once, the icy wind and crisp bite of the air hit me like an injection of ice water in my veins.

Climbing in, I noticed dirty, black boot prints on the otherwise spotless bathroom tile. Work boots. Men's boots. Size thirteen or more.

I called the police immediately and was told to stay in the bathroom until the authorities arrived. The dispatcher was very insistent, cutting through my random, dumbfounded gibberish with that same clear message. Over and over again.

I made my way through the dark upstairs hallway, having traded my phone for a glimmering pair of scissors from the bathroom counter.

I didn't know whether to call out or stay quiet. The debate raged back and forth in my brain. If I called out, maybe I would be told everything was actually alright. Maybe sis had finally met the girl of her dreams online. A very large woman with very large feet, who worked a hard job and tracked it in the house with her. That didn't explain why she would've come in through the window, so it seemed implausible.

It was just as likely to think that if I called out, whoever had broken into the house would kill my sister, my only surviving family member... my only true friend, really... before fleeing into the night.

Maybe calling out would scare him away and save her.

I couldn't sort it out in my head, and in the end, staying silent and trying to assess the situation won out by default.

By the time I reached her bedroom, I knew in my heart that she was already dead. I can't explain it. It's not one of those strange sibling things where twins feel each other's pain or whatever. It was just the overall stillness of the house. The silence, the lack of a running television or radio despite all the lights being on.

I knew, absolutely knew, that even if my sister was in the house, she wasn't home.

The pent-up dread in my heart gave life to a burst of adrenaline as I all but kicked open her bedroom door. The clatter and slam surprised me - almost as much as it surprised the man crouched over my sister's bed.

He was dressed in black sweat clothes. Black gloves made somehow darker by the dampness of blood. He wore a blue ski mask, its eye holes stained with what looked like rivulets of black mascara. The goo seemed infected. Thick, like tar.

He looked up at me with surprise. It was a feeling we shared. My eyes met his, but only for a brief moment before I looked down at my sister's body.

She was laid out almost peacefully. Her white nightgown, now marred with red hand prints, made her look like a sacrificial virgin on some ancient pedestal.

He made a break for the window. It wasn't open, it was locked, so I assume he probably would've dove head-first through the glass. I closed the distance quickly. While he had struggled with my sister, probably chased her through the house, then exerted the effort of murdering her... I was fresh. Ready. I had only just began feeling the fight-or-flight rush of terror and hateful exhilaration.

I caught the man at the edge of the windowsill. Pressing him against a dresser, I buried the shears at the middle of his shoulder blades, then several times between his ribs. I had a brief flash of reading a news story about a skateboarder who accidentally severed his spine at the neck, and never walked again. I started jabbing the killer there.

He never screamed, cried, or cursed at me. It could be that I just knocked the wind out of him... but he never so much as grunted or groaned. He just scrambled against the wall, against the furniture, as I stayed on top of him like a sadistic rider.

The police found it all very interesting. I could tell they were amused at times when I was explaining the course of events. It made me hate them almost as much as the man I had killed. It made me want to throw up.

Verbally, they chided me for risking my life and taking matters into my own hands. Behind that, I could see a strange sort of admiration. Maybe I was mistaken, but I felt like they wished more criminals suffered the fate I had dealt.

I sat in a squad car as they went upstairs and attempted to sort things out. It was then that I had the opportunity to come down off of my unwanted high of blood lust. I had to breathe harder. I had to cry. I had to use the bathroom. Every human need and emotion came knocking, taking its place back from that icy chill that filled me earlier.

It wasn't until that moment that I realized... before the police told me, and way before I read it in the paper.

The killer's eyes.. when my gaze locked with his for that brief moment. Shimmering green. Flecks of gold. Beautiful, innocent, yet sadly wary of the world.

They were my sister's eyes.

So yeah.

I think you can see why I don't appreciate the media buzz around her death. I didn't like when photos of her body were leaked. It doesn't matter if they put a black bar where here eyes had been. It doesn't matter how many times they call her "sleeping beauty" or "the sad sacrifice" or any of that. It's an insult to her dignity no matter how you present it.

I report every single "True Murder Case" video I see that talks about her. I'll keep doing it, too. Please keep crying about how you're making a living off of the grief of others, and now it's being taken away. It's one of the few times I smile, anymore.

Giving a murderer a portmanteau for a name in lieu of an actual identity does nothing more than project him to some kind of sick, stupid "urban legend" status. I don't know who he was, either. I don't know how he did what he did, and I don't know if he could really see me through his stolen eyes, or if he was just following the sound of the door flying open.

The difference between me and them is that I don't make up bullshit explanations.

My sister was a human being. She liked to play online games, and she would pretend to be a guy to avoid having to turn down advances. Her first kiss was with the most popular girl in middle school, and I gave her flack because I felt like she 'stole' my chance. My sister would sew pin cushions in the shape of small animals, despite the fact she didn't need them and wouldn't sell them. She wouldn't eat pizza, no matter how incensed everyone around her would become.

She was a real person.

She matters so much more than some random, unoriginal coward who hides behind a mask and preys on people more interesting than himself.

As I mentioned, I wanted to write this out to explain exactly how I feel.

If you'll excuse me, now, I have to go make my weekly anonymous threat to the newspaper. I know it's petty and dumb, but it lets me feel less helpless in an otherwise bleak and lonely situation.

Hey. Maybe some day they'll come up with an asinine name for me.

It's not me, just a domain squatter trying to find a sucker to pay way too much.

Creepy Media Picks / Pumpkin Song
« on: 02:07:44 PM 10/20/18 »

Hell Rising / Re: Suggestions
« on: 05:49:06 PM 10/16/18 »
d u c k b e r g

Hell Rising / Re: Suggestions
« on: 01:01:27 PM 10/16/18 »

Slimy Stories / Re: Codger's Cottage
« on: 09:30:25 AM 09/23/18 »
When you're viewing the list of topics on a board, there will be a green button called "New Topic". :)

General Discussion / Re: Yo
« on: 03:25:59 AM 08/11/18 »

Hell Rising / Re: Suggestions
« on: 07:36:58 PM 05/23/18 »
I'd keep it up but I feel like "you keep my work up when I leave" will eventually become some stupid problem and I don't need any more stress from Mammon or the girls he kept siding with against the games.

Hell Rising / Re: Suggestions
« on: 02:48:03 PM 05/23/18 »
Since Mammon quit, I think it's a good time to finally put HR out of its misery. There's no future for this stuff. Every programmer ends up shitting the bed.

Hell Rising / Re: Suggestions
« on: 04:28:26 PM 03/10/18 »
Fun Fact: Some human NPCs fix buildings.

Hell Rising / Re: Possibke bug?
« on: 12:59:22 PM 01/11/18 »
This is a possible scenario...

- Kill someone, causing your Bloodlust to go up with that kill.
- Hide, removing the buff you just got on that last kill.
- Next kills look the same as the previous.

Hell Rising / Re: Superhumans?
« on: 05:19:57 PM 01/07/18 »
Is the damage you can do very low? They may be wearing protective gear that has a chance of reducing damage by 1 or 2

Slimy Stories / Re: The "Donational" Project
« on: 04:58:34 AM 01/06/18 »
I guess it was Logan Paul all along.

Slimy Stories / Re: Grendel Grove
« on: 10:38:40 PM 12/24/17 »
A long while ago, I was going to insert this story into another, sort of like a "Creepypasta within a Creepypasta". Obviously this is a riff on Candle Cove. I don't thin k I'm ever going to write the larger story this was going to be "hidden" in, plus it was before "Channel Zero" was released, and that whole thing isn't really something I want to connect a bigger story to now, so might as well toss it out here.

Slimy Stories / Grendel Grove
« on: 10:37:36 PM 12/24/17 »
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67 Children's puppet show about vikings. One had a pumpkin head. self.strangelyfamiliar
submitted 1 day ago by RexLandon

Looking for information about an old puppet show. Probably on PBS. Featured a group of vikings that traveled to different places and harassed a bunch of stereotypically ethnic characters. One had a pumpkin for a head.

BloodyCruel 2 points 19 hours ago

Are you the same Rex Landon from The Depravers and Hackwards?

OhNoGoGo 1 point 19 hours ago

can confirm it's him
he comes around asking about shit from time to time

good luck dude

BloodyCruel 0 points 19 hours ago

I'm a fan. Thanks for doing what you do! We want Hackwards 3. (PLUS for the record, Mr. Backward can't be dead because you said in the first movie that the reverse killings could only end when the last ancestor was made to suffer.)

ScaredyPants00 1 point 17 hours ago

Title had Grendle in it because the vikings were after the Grendle. They went from place to place because they were hunting it and trying to get back Beowulf's arm IIRC

BTW you're actually wrong about the pumpkin it wasn't his head it was on his head. Big difference there

RexLandon 1 point 16 hours ago

I don't know if it's that much of a difference, really. I've only heard about it from my people, we're researching possible public domain properties, so I'm fuzzy on details and you'll have to forgive me. If anyone else can give any information, that'd be great.

ScaredyPants00 -4 points 16 hours ago

It's a big difference trust me would you rather wear glasses or have glass eyes LOL

RickSpeaks 1 point 8 hours ago

It was called GRENDEL GROVE. That's the place where Megrid lived with the Grendel and where every episode started. She sent the vikings out to a different place every time so they'd go on wild goose chases. The Grendel was secretly her friend, blah blah blah.

The vikings were Sack, Scorch, Scar, and Spoil and they had a bag, vase, beehive, and pumpkin on their heads, respectively. Not sure if they were stuck there or if they were supposed to be helmets, but I guess it's irrelevant.

ArmyMom_9 1 point 8 hours ago

That has to be my favorite interpretation of a grendel. Sooo small and cute like a baby dragon and I loooove dragons. In fact the viking/dragon thing in How to Train Your Dragon is what reminded me of this show!! Adorable!

ScaredyPants00 0 points 8 hours ago

Really? Cuz I remembered the show whenever I first watched Southpark. The way Kenny wears orange and mumbles just like the one viking mumbled from inside the pumpkin made me reeeal suspicious LMAO one character you can't understand in a group of four friends HMM wonder what that could be inspired from

Yuppy420 1 point 7 hours ago

I remember seeing this on Wikipedia before they decided it wasn't notable.

That's pretty much all correct but I think it was an urn and not a vase. You know, since his name was Scorch and urns hold ashes. I could be wrong but it seems like that would make more sense. I'm not an expert on the show.

RickSpeaks 1 point 7 hours ago

... How did I not notice that...

g_man14 1 point 5 hours ago

Aaaaand now it's time to bake the pie!

Yuppy420 1 point 5 hours ago

DO NOT do that.

BloodyCruel 1 point 5 hours ago

Do I smell a 'Grendel Grove' movie Mr. Landon??? It sounds like a great show I'll have to check it out.

Rex, was the missing tattoo thing in Depravers intentional? Like a clue that Ned wasn't really Ned? Or was it a mistake? It's a great movie so I mean either way it's fine.

OhNoGoGo 0 points 3 hours ago

dont bother he got the name of the show so he doesnt need to come back

BloodyCruel 1 point 3 hours ago


RickSpeaks 2 points 2 hours ago

I can't find anything about the show online, so I guess if he wants to know anything else there's at least a CHANCE he might pop in to ask again. SO there's that.

Speaking of which, someone should set up a Grendel Grove subreddit, or even a full-fledged fan site. Since there's a dearth of information out there, it might be fun to see what we can find and share with everyone.

Yuppy420 1 point 1 hour ago

That sounds nice and all but while I know about the show I'm not at all a fan. It's somewhat the pie thing still icks me out and gives me this weird cringe. Mostly though i watched it during a really bad point in my life and I really don't want to think about it as much as I would if i helped contribute to a site all about it.

RickSpeaks 1 point 1 hour ago

No, I hear you. I had a similar experience, and my family situation got really fucked up. I still can't really talk to my parents. Don't mean to burden you guys with this shit, but this is the first time I've thought about this show and what was going on then.

g_man14 1 point 53 minutes ago

No lie tho. All kidding aside the pie song was gross as Hell. Maybe I'm a little triggered too! XD XD

Why did they even have to write that in? You got a perfectly good kids show teaching about different parts of the world like Egypt and Africa and whatever and yeah I get it. They're vikings. They steal and wreck stuff. That's only historically accurate.

But writing that pie song into the end of every episode was like - doubleyou tee eff - they just pick a kid at random from the village and haul him off to make him into a pie? seriously? That's the message you end with??

Really bad idea to confuse kids by switching from puppets to live actors in an already nope-y scene and it's like they didn't even try to make the full costumes look whimsical. Looking back I feel like the pumpkin was visibly rotting across the episodes but it's probably just the nightmare fuel thing doing its work.

Yuppy420 1 point 52 minutes ago

Eugh. Just yuck. Yuck yuck yuck. I don't know if it was worse watching them sing about how they were going to make the kid into a pie WHILE THEY WERE CARRYING THE KID AWAY AND THEY COULD HEAR IT or if it was worse when they baked the "pie" in the ship's furnace and the camera just had to zoom right in. I use quotes there because flesh-colored felt over a pan of entrails is not a damned pie. It's just garbage

ScaredyPants00 1 point 48 minutes ago

I had a huge fight after the last episode when The Oldies finally got the Grendle :(

RickSpeaks 1 point 45 minutes ago

Let's agree to forget about the Oldies. Another thing my brain threw out until this very moment. The funny thing about them was that I didn't even CONSIDER how awkward and stupid it was to have them show up at the last minute suddenly be the only monsters capable of figuring out Megrid's tricks and capturing the Grendel once and for all.

The only thing that really bothered me was how much they looked like my parents. They even had the same last name as mine. Horowitz. FUCKED up shit, scarred me for life. Parents couldn't understand why I was flipping out and throwing a tantrum over "what they did to Megrid", and for some stupid reason I couldn't trust or respect them again after that.

g_man14 1 point 30 minutes ago

same dude same

just being real though the last name was wallace they had red hair and freckles and shit so i doubt it'd be horowitz no offence LOL

Yuppy420 1 point 28 minutes ago

Oddly enough, I know exactly what you guys mean about the parent thing. I don't think I've spoken to mine in about five years, which is crazy. I never forgave them for trapping the Grendel. It totally ruined my life and I guess theirs, too.

That's really weird.

I guess children are even more impressionable than I would've thought, because I could've sworn the name was ours. Johnson. The male Oldie was bald like my dad, and they were definitely asian like we are. At least that's how I remember it.

Am I remembering it wrong? Yeah. Have to be remembering this wrong.

RickSpeaks 1 point 15 minutes ago

Talked about show with wife, said it sounded like what our daughter watches when she gets home from school. "Good for her because it's educational -- too bad it's ending".

Kid's freaking out at us, will take care of this and get back ASAP. REALLY need to figure this out, will be back.

DrDennis 0 points 5 minutes ago

Sorry to pull the Mod card, but please follow rules 3 & 4. Since the reason for this post has been fulfilled, I'm going to ask you to move on. Consider this thread locked.

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