150 years ago Jacob Cooley ordered his African American slave Hosea to build a chest for his first child. Hosea set to work, crafting a wooden chest of some remark. For some unknown reason his master was displeased with his efforts and beat his slave to a pulp, killing him. Cooley’s other slaves vowed to avenge the death of their friend and sprinkled the dried blood of an owl in the chest and had a ‘conjure man’ curse the chest. As if by magic, Cooley’s first born died in infancy and over the forthcoming years a total of seventeen deaths were attributed to the chest.
In the episode I share two Creepypastas: “Dead Arm” and “Mr. Banana”.
In this episode we look at some of the most vicious and violent “true” hauntings around the world and throughout history. Afterwards, we step into the fictional world of a Creepypasta written by one of our own Weirdo family members, Mark Towse. It’s called “The Paperboy”.
IN THIS EPISODE: Are you feeling a bit unlike your normal self nowadays? Micah Edwards understands, and tells us his own thoughts in the story “I’m Not Myself These Days”. We’ll read a few “Letters From Ben” by author Nick Botic. Jackson Barnard brings us an interesting techno-creepypasta in the story “Awaiting Input”. And we’ll end with a longer creepypasta that Redditors will eat up; it’s a tale by Holly Riordan called, “I Played a Game On Reddit”. But first, we’ll begin with Fritz Bassus as he brings us a very appropriately titled creepypasta, “I Don’t Experience Thursdays!”
Nathan Leopold and Richard Loeb should never have been friends, they were too different from on another. But they did have one thing in common – they both agreed to create the perfect murder – and a mundane pair of eyeglasses would be their undoing.
IN THIS EPISODE: I’ll share a disturbing creepypasta by Rehn Writer called “Fertilizer”. But first, I’ll share a chapter from the upcoming audiobook, “Suffer the Children: American Horrors, Homicides and Hauntings” by Troy Taylor. The chapter is entitled “1921: Murder at Kluxen’s Woods” – a murder that has yet to be officially solved, although many hundreds of people in the area feel they know exactly who got away with murder. A murder that resulted in a haunting.
It’s Creepypasta Thursday! And I’m digging into the archives to bring you two stories tonight. The first is called “Born Lucky” by The Dead Canary. And then it’s “Never Use a Voice Recorder While You Sleep” by Chris Maxim.
“The Wendigo” is a novella written by Algernon Blackwood. It was originally published in the 1910 collection “The Lost Valley and Other Stories” which I’ve placed a link to in the show notes. The story involves a hunting party that gets separated in the Canadian wilderness in search for moose. One of the party members is abducted by the legendary Wendigo. Fellow author Robert Aickman once said of the story, it’s “…one of the (possibly) six great masterpieces in the field”. Here’s hoping you agree with him.
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.