It’s April 1st, All Fools Day! Rather than doing a prank episode as many other podcasts will likely do today, I thought I’d take a slightly different route and instead tell a story that fits the day and is both dark and comedic. It’s a tale created specifically for this April Fool’s Day episode; written by Mary Eitzenberger. Adapted from an original story by Nicholas Paul Pontoski. It’s called, “Why Are You So Possessed With Me?”
One slave, terrified of punishment from Delphine, threw himself out of a third-story window, preferring death over torture. The third story window was then cemented shut, and remains so to this day. The other report was regarding a twelve year old slave girl named Lia. Lia was brushing Delphine’s hair, and pulled just a little too hard. Delphine flew into a rage and whipped the girl. To escape further punishment, the girl climbed out and onto the roof, where she leapt to her death. Delphine was witnessed burying Lia’s corpse, and police were forced to fine her $300, and made her sell nine of her slaves. However, mistreatment of slaves by the wealthy and socially connected was not a matter for the police at the time, so they didn’t flinch when she bought her nine slaves back.
It’s Creepypasta Thursday! I have four stories to share with you! The first three are all from Weirdo family members! JohnlockedDancer brings the original short story, “I’m a Freebatch Shipper”. Cole Smallwood sent me his creepy tale called “The Beastly Dog Pack”. And John Parrish submitted his fiction story, “The Neighbor.” And later, it’s a longer creepypasta from author Stephanie Scissom called “To Keep a Promise”. Now.. bolt your doors, lock your windows, turn off your lights, and come with me into the Weird Darkness!
On a sunny Saturday afternoon in July of 1996, Frank and his wife, Carol was visiting Liverpool’s Bold Street area for some shopping. At Central Station, the pair split up; Carol went to Dillons Bookshop and Frank went to HMV to look for a CD he wanted. As he walked up the incline near the Lyceum Post Office/Café building that lead onto Bold Street, Frank suddenly noticed he had entered a strange “oasis of quietness.” Suddenly, a small box van that looked like something out of the 1950s sped across his path, honking its horn as it narrowly missed him. Frank noticed the name on the van’s side: “Caplan’s.” When he looked down, the confused policeman saw that he was unexpectedly standing in the road. The off-duty policeman crossed the road and saw that Dillons Book Store now had “Cripps” over its entrances. More confused, he looked in to see not books, but women’s handbags and shoes. Looking around, Frank realized people were dressed in clothes that appeared to be from the 1940s. Suddenly, he spotted a young girl in her early 20’s dressed in a lime-colored sleeveless top. The handbag she was carrying had a popular brand name on it, which reassured the policeman that maybe he was still partly in 1996. It was a paradox, but he was relieved, and he followed the girl into Cripps. As the pair went inside, Frank watched in amazement as the interior of the building completely changed in a flash to that of Dillons Bookshop of 1996. The girl turned to leave and Frank lightly grasped the girl’s arm to attract attention and said, “Did you see that?” She replied, “Yeah! I thought it was a clothes shop. I was going to look around, but it’s a bookshop.” It was later determined that Cripps and Caplan’s were businesses based in Liverpool during the 1950s.
Fortunato had hurt me a thousand times and I had suffered quietly. But then I learned that he had laughed at my proud name, Montresor, the name of an old and honored family. I promised myself that I would make him pay for this — that I would have revenge. You must not suppose, however, that I spoke of this to anyone. I would make him pay, yes; but I would act only with the greatest care. I must not suffer as a result of taking my revenge. A wrong is not made right in that manner. And also the wrong would not be made right unless Fortunato knew that he was paying and knew who was forcing him to pay.
It’s Creepypasta Thursday, and I’m sharing a story recommended to me by a fellow Weirdo family member. It’s from professional writer/screenwriter Jesse Clark – it’s called “Never Accept An Invitation To Labyrinth”.