September 10, 2025 • 41 mins
Summer, 1984—at the height of the Satanic Panic. Ricky is a motor-mouthed teen who wants proof the Devil is listening. In a moonlit patch of woods, a dare turns into a ritual and a killing. What follows is darker: Ricky props the body in a lawn chair with sunglasses, invites classmates to look, and turns terror into spectacle—boombox hissing, insects buzzing, and bravado curdling into dread as word spreads and the cops close in.
This isn’t a true-crime retelling; it’s a brutal horror story steeped in Acid King folklore—teen cult swagger, drugs, and a swaggering kid convinced he’s owed infernal fame. The consequences arrive in handcuffs and, at the end, a quiet, awful moment alone in a jail cell. Listener discretion advised for graphic violence, drug use, and suicide.
What Ricky Did on his Summer Vacation by Dan Wilder
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This isn’t a true-crime retelling; it’s a brutal horror story steeped in Acid King folklore—teen cult swagger, drugs, and a swaggering kid convinced he’s owed infernal fame. The consequences arrive in handcuffs and, at the end, a quiet, awful moment alone in a jail cell. Listener discretion advised for graphic violence, drug use, and suicide.
What Ricky Did on his Summer Vacation by Dan Wilder
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
In the summer of eighty four, three teens, a knife
and a bad idea they call a sacrifice. Ricky swears
the devil is listening and he's desperate to prove it.
In the moonlit woods, a corpse sits up for an audience,
and the bill for fame comes due in blood.
Speaker 2 (00:23):
What's that You want to be scared? Come with me.
You will experience tales over opera, ghosts and death. It
is not recommended for a week at art listeners in
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the dark.
Speaker 1 (00:50):
It's more fun in that way way.
Speaker 2 (00:53):
This is Weekly Speaking.
Speaker 1 (01:02):
Hello, my spookies. It's Wednesday, and you know what that means.
It's time for a little spooky in your weekly. I'm
your host and narrator, Henrique Kuto, and tonight's story is based,
though loosely, on a true story, and if you want
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to hear the true story, you can tune in next
week on Monday for terrifying and true to hear all
the pertinent and bloody details. But before we get to
all of that, I want to say thank you all
so much for listening. I've noticed many of you spookies
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October we have plenty of brand new programming thirty one
shows in thirty one days. But as for tonight, it
begins on a sticky June night in nineteen eighty four,
when a loudmouth kid with a taste for pills decides
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the devil owes him a favor in the Whispering Woods.
Something answers a promise of power if others will look
upon what Ricky has done, But some doors, once open,
do not close. Get cozy. This satanic terror tale starts
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after this what Ricky did on his summer vacation by
Dan Wilder, June nineteenth, nineteen eighty four. You know what
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we should do, Skullhammer? Come on, Ricky, can't you just
call me Jimmy or Jay or anything other than that?
What the fuck ever, James? You chose the name, yeah,
and now I unchose it. Well, you better come up
with something. We need to reject those Christian names. I
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think my parents are agnostic. Shut up, James. So as
I was saying, know what we should do? No, I
guess I don't. We should offer a sacrifice. Sacrifice yeah,
to Satan. We need to step things up. I I
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don't know. Man. It was cool to get stoned and
talk about demons and shit, but killing someone, not someone
that fucker Gary Gary, Yes, Gary, that ass lips stole
shit from me and passed that prime product out at
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Carrie's house party free of charge like he was a
goddamn hero. I mean, free drugs are admittedly a real
crowd pleaser, but allows the way to run a business,
and business is necessary because money is the root of
all evil. I know, bingo, pal. Now, let's call Al
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and get this show on the road. Well, that certainly
was a letdown, Ricky said, spitting an arrant piece of
flesh from his blood stained mouth. A letdown. You bit
pieces of him off, Rick, You'd think that would be
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enough to get his attention. Jimmy, I don't think those
were micro dots, Albert gurgled, before violently vomiting for the
third time in as many minutes. Yeah, I'm getting that
vibe too, Not mescaline, maybe LSD. Ricky pondered, wiping one
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bodily fluid or another from his satanic robes, in truth,
a cute costume his nana had sewed for him so
he could play his little role games with his friends.
Al barfed. In response, crows called out in the distance.
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Hear that, boys, Maybe we got his attention after all.
Jimmy and Al looked skyward nervously. The crows cawed once again.
Then Gary coughed seriously Ricky Ricky held Gary's eyes in
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his hands, though the knife he recently dropped made them
look like a pair of sliced, bloody, hard boiled eggs.
I panicked. I stabbed him like eighteen times shouldn't that
have been enough to keep him down, you would think, Jimmy,
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added feebly. Al had stopped blowing chunks and now just
laid in the fetal position, muttering do you love Satan?
I love my mother? He he I loved his mother,
over and over again, a constant parroting of Gary's final words.
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The prior vomiting was preferable. Okay, he's definitely dead this time.
Come on, Satan, where are the The crow calls rang
out again. I know you are here, my lord, and
I hear the song of your unholy murder. Ricky unronically
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yelled to the heavens. They roughly hid Gary's body under
some leaves and various forest debris type shit and hoofed
it home. That night, Ricky slept in slumber screamed because
the devil walked in to his dream. For all his posturing,
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Ricky wasn't prepared for what stood before him. Not that
he could focus on the being as it was obscured
by an ever shifting blurry haze. But the thing that
stood in there was vastly different than a man with
a goatee in a red suit with horns and a
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pitchfork The horns were definitely there, though long and black
with tips that ended in deep crimson. Satan spoke the
Woodland sacrifice. I am pleased. The voice was unearthly and
echoed back on itself. Thanks, sire, I will allow you
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to speak when I finished. Sorry again, your insolence is
wearing on my patience. Ricky gulped and almost apologized again,
but a fleeting glimpse of Lucifer's face in the miasma
made him mercifully shut his mouth for once. Others, others
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need to be in the presence of the sacrifice. Ricky
was about to mention the danger of that course of action,
but a long fingered hand tipped with obsidian nails reached
from the smear and clamped tight over Ricky's mouth. The
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smell of fresh apples and rotting flesh filled his nose. Others,
Lucifer intoned once more. Then the power shall be yours,
along with a tidy prophet. Ricky snapped awake and immediately
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reached for a joint, and with Satan's decree in his mind,
he thought of those he would find, and with a
puff of his spliff, he saw dollar signs instead of
a stiff June twentieth, nineteen eighty four, Ricky stumbled down
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the hall to the kitchen, where his mother greeted him
with a glass of orange juice and her normal busy
body nonsense. Ricky sat down, took a pull of juice,
and began flicking a red twenty sided dye around the table.
Good morning, honey. Remember I have that meeting at church tonight.
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The reverend is going to talk about that horrible Dungeons
and Dragons game and its satan influence on the youth.
I'm so glad you aren't into such business. Uh huh,
Ricky said, emotionless as he put the dye back into
the pocket of his jean jacket. I really think you
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should come. Your friends look up to you, so you
could be a shining example for them. I can't tonight.
Speaking of friends, one of mine is sick, practically dead
on his feet, So Jimmy and Al and I are
going to go keep him company. Ricky's mother's eyes filled
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with tears. You are a saint, Ricky, you know that.
So proud of the man you're becoming.
Speaker 2 (11:48):
You're not safe yet, weekly Spooky will be right back.
Speaker 1 (11:57):
Ricky met his friends at the convenience store down the block.
The Terrible Trio managed to lift both a six pack
of beer and a Hustler mag before they set off
down the streets of Northport. As Ricky began to detail
his plans, and he led off with a real corker.
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I talked to Satan last night. The fuck are you
talking about? Wait, Jimmy, let's hear this out. Ricky's always
been a straight shooter. I had a dream, and in
the dream, Satan said he was pleased with what we
did to Gary, but he said we should show other people.
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Are you fucking kidding me?
Speaker 2 (12:44):
Like?
Speaker 1 (12:44):
Who oh? I know the cops. I'm sure they'll love
what we mostly you did? Finished, Jimmy nodded grimly. Good. Now,
I trust Satan to the nth degree. Why would he
fuck with us his most loyal followers. Ricky punctuated that
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sass with a thousand yard stare at Jimmy, And what
are we supposed to do? Just take them out there
and let them look at it?
Speaker 2 (13:19):
That?
Speaker 1 (13:19):
I do not know, But maybe you two can prop
him up or something. A little showmanship can go a
long way. Hell, maybe we can have it both ways.
The idiots I bring may believe Old Gary is still alive.
While I barter with the beast, how will you get
the people to come, Ricky? Easy, Al, old chum free
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drugs seems fitting given Gary's antics, Jimmy said, appreciatively poetic even,
and once I have them there, they can feast their
eyes on Gary's corpse and you can just say you
smoked him up on some strong shit to show the
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hatchet is buried. Exacta mundo, my dear Al, exacta fuckin' mundo.
While Jimmy and Al headed to the woods, Bruce and
pornomag well in hand, Ricky headed to the arcade. He
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plunked a few quarters into Crystal Castles, which was the
coolest game one could imagine that starred a glorified Teddy Bear,
and then he played a few rounds of bally Midway's
Satan's Hollow, a tried and true favorite that seemed incredibly
relevant given the current state of events. After that, he
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strolled over to the pizza place next door and ordered
a fried dough. It was there that he he saw
Tanya waiting for a slice of sausage and mushroom to
come out of the oven. Hey, Tanya, Oh, Hey, Ricky,
what's up. How's summer been going? You know? Rad I guess, yeah, yeah,
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Tanya countered, After you grab that slice, wanna head out
to the woods and get baked. I don't have any
cash besides what I paid for the slice. It's on me,
Ricky said, with a shit eating grin a mile wide Yeah, okay,
for sure. As Ricky led Tanya into the clearing, it
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was obvious they had indulged in some illicit substance or another,
but through the fogginess of his brain, Ricky had to
admit the guys had really pulled it off. Gary sat
in a lawn chair wearing sunglasses, and while pale as
all fuck, he didn't look as dead as he was.
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The lingering scent of at least three cans of insect
repellent wafted from Gary, which both made him smell less
like a dead man in summer and did a hero's
job of keeping away pests that most surely would have
been lining up for a free all you can eat
rot buffet. Is that Gary? Oh? Why, yes it is.
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I need to talk to him. He owes me five bucks.
Uh okay, but don't expect much in the way of
a response, I smoked his ass up sky high earlier.
Don't you two hate each other? I'm sorry? Is this
Tanya or Sherlock? Fucking homes? We kissed and made up.
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Go talk to him if you have to, Okay, grumpy
ass smurf goddamn. Tanya sauntered over to Gary, but most
of what she said to him was lost to the
ambient racket of mother nature. The words five bucks were
heard loudly multiple times. Ricky wondered where Jimmy and al
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had gone off to, but he remembered the six pack
and Porno mag and smiled as he thought they really
earned it. He was about to tumble into a chemically
assisted daydream when he happened to turn his gaze back
to Tanya. Tanya appeared to be preparing to give Gary
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some sort of epic blowjob. She was on her knees
and doing extreme jaw exercises with such athletic passion that
an Olympian would surely be impressed. This sobered Ricky up
right quick to say the least, whoa, whoa, Tanya? What
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the fuck? Dude? What what do you mean?
Speaker 2 (18:12):
What?
Speaker 1 (18:13):
He looks good? We used to go out and besides
he wanted it, okay, not today though he wouldn't enjoy
it anyway, he's too stoned. Tanya stood and looked at Gary. Yeah,
I guess you're right. I could have sworn I heard
him whisper. What the hell are you talking about? Whispering?
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You know, quiet talking. I know what whispering is, Tanya.
Ricky was growing ever more heated, but then he remembered
the importance of keeping up the ruse and keeping his
ass out of prison. I mean, he could have said
anything in this state. What do you think you heard
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him say? He asked me how I felt about giving head?
Ricky swallowed hard. What did you say? I said, ask
me when it's over, And that's when you found me.
Like I said, we went out before. I have to
admit that is a bold thing to say. Out of
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the blue and all. Tanya could feel herself getting light
headed again from whatever shit Ricky gave her. She sat
down on the grass and Ricky joined her, and with
that she plopped over with her head in Ricky's lap
and closed her eyes. Before she slipped into slumber, she
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managed to say, in hindsight, I don't think he said
giving head after all. I think it was more like
being dead. With that, she began to snore softly, which
in inspired Ricky's own descent into slumber.
Speaker 2 (20:05):
Don't go away, Weekly, Spooky, We'll be right back.
Speaker 1 (20:15):
Ricky awoke to notice two things. One the sun was
going down, and two Tanya was missing, well three things actually,
as Gary's corpse now bore a rictus grin, Ricky managed
to rise to his feet and make his way home
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with a tipsy swagger. He awoke the next morning and
headed to Jimmy's house. Jimmy was there along with Al.
Both were wearing dark sunglasses, regardless of the fact the
day was overcast. I brought Tanya out to see Gary. Hugh.
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Guys did an awesome job. He looked almost alive. Jimmy
and Al exchanged glances. Uh, we didn't get him ready.
What the hell are you talking about, Jimmy. We went
out there and we just couldn't. Yeah, he just looked
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so alive. Al offered, so we pissed off, drank the beer.
I think Al fell asleep whacking it to that mag
we boosted. Yeah. Wait, maybe not that last part. Al retorted, No,
that's definitely what happened. Well, somebody was out there, sat
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him in a lawn chair, stuck shades on him. Maybe
whoever did that should be in the nights of the
Black Circle instead of YouTube fuck ups. Technically, we didn't
fuck anything up, Ricky. Yeah, we didn't do it at all.
No way to fuck it up, Al offered to no
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one's benefit. Ricky looked as if he were about to
punch them both simultaneously, but only managed a string of profanities,
followed by some indecipherable, though no doubt violent mumbling about
what to do with his friend. Wade. Did you say
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you took Tanya out there? Yeah, but she was gone
when I woke up. Oh you fell asleep too, eh,
our glorious acid king, jim I'm going to fucking kill
your ass next if you don't shut up like yesterday.
Jimmy clammed up, and the trio made their way to
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the woods to check on Gary and hopefully run into
whoever sat him in that damn chair. Gary was still
in the chair when they arrived, but his sunglasses were
on his lap. His eyes were milky and stared into
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the distance, unblinking as flies landed and walked across their surface.
That's freaking me out. Al put those glasses back on him.
Al gulped hard and walked gingerly over to Gary. He
reached into the corpse's lap and put the glasses back
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in their place. The flies took off for Parts Unknown.
Al gagged and rejoined his friends. Ricky switched on the
omnipresent boombox and hit play, But instead of Ozzy barking
at the moon, a voice hissed forth, as if it
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came from the depths of Hell itself, which it did. Ricky,
You've done well, but more souls must bear witness to
your glorious deed. More, Ricky, bring more? Are are you
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guys hearing this? Yeah? Bark at the moon. It's awesome,
Al exclaimed. Ricky decided to clam up. Satan obviously chose
him and him alone to receive direct contact. I've changed
my mind. Why don't you two take the day off.
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We don't like work for you, rick Ricky's face did
that weird left eye twitchy thing that both Jimmy and
Al knew damn well meant get the fuck out of here.
Al and Jimmy shuffled off for Parts Unknown. Jimmy bitch
under his breath NonStop all right, Gary, it's you and
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me and Satan makes three. Ricky swallowed a handful of
pills and headed to the neighborhood of tract homes that
sat adjacent to the woods. As the drugs kicked in,
any thoughts of Gary's displacement dissipated into the ether of
Ricky's chemically induced brain fog. And so it went for
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days and days. Ricky would lure some poor, unsuspecting dumbass
or another into those woods. The rube would speak to
the stiff, the acid king would get drowsy, and when
Ricky went wakey, wakey, eggs and baphamet baky, whomever had
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paid a visit would be gone, and every damn time
that corpse would be striking a different pose.
Speaker 2 (26:14):
Did you hear that? Better check the locks on your
doors weekly. Spooky will be right back.
Speaker 1 (26:22):
July one, nineteen eighty four, Ricky sat in the small
diner in town with Jimmy. Both shot threatening glares at
the ancient pearl clutchers that continued to shoot them looks
and whisper among themselves. People are starting to talk, rick
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those old biddies fuck them no, I mean about Tanya
and some of the other kids you brought out there?
What about him? You don't watch the news man, no way.
The media is a Chris It's jin propaganda machine. Ricky
took a bite of his omelet and chased it with
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a gulp of steaming hot coffee. Yeah whatever. Parents do
tend to notice when their kids don't come home after
a few days. What the fuck are you talking about?
Not coming home? Yeah, dude, they're missing, and folks are
starting to say you were the last person they were
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seen with who cares well? Me? For one, I really
had no plans of spending my summer and every fucking
summer after it with my ass in a cell. Jimmy,
jim James, listen, do you think Satan would let us
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go to jail for doing him a favor? About that?
Rick you are high all of the damn time. Do
you think we may have just went too far because
because of the drugs and not due to paranormal manipulations
of a biblical boogeyman? Jimmy's sense talking left Ricky dizzy.
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I can't believe you even said that shit. The waitress
sauntered over to the table. You two going to nurse
that meal all day? Jesus lady back off. With that,
the waitress sped to the kitchen and returned with Evor,
the diner's owner and resident cook. Evor held a cleaver
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in one hand and a smoldering cigarette in the other.
Of course, you idiots again, the kings of Satan's ass
It's knights of the Black Circle. Ricky spat genuinely offended.
Evor could care less about Ricky's feelings and made it known, whatever,
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get your pimple covered ass out of here, or there
will be two more missing kids around here. Ricky was crazy,
but he wasn't crazy enough to challenge an Eastern European
mountain of a man with a razor sharp blade in
his hands and a rather sketchy passed Ricky got up,
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Jimmy followed, and the two headed for the door. As
the duo passed a large mirror located by the entrance
of the eatery, Ricky saw only his own reflection for
a fraction of a second, and while Jimmy should have
been right there beside him, the image revealed only Ricky.
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Fucking Shit's hitting hard today, he whispered to himself. Later
that day, Ricky was enticing another teenage girl girl to
follow him into the woods to see a corpse. As
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the days passed, it was well past the point where
Ricky could convince anyone, no matter how high, that Gary
was still alive. Fortunately, it was now impossible to even
recognize the heap of liquefying flesh and exposed areas of
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bone as Gary, so he could just toss out a
I found a dead guy in the woods, want to
see him, which Ricky believed was a solid way to
hide his crime long enough for him to receive his
infernal reward. As Ricky and the girl, whose name Ricky
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could never remember, even though he had been in classes
with her since second grade headed to the woods, Ricky
noticed a large number of police cars buzzing by. Maybe
we should do this tomorrow, Ricky said, no way, asshole.
You promised me a dead body. Ricky had forgotten she
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was there, but now he couldn't forget. Jesus Christ, Samantha,
it's Julie, Ricky. Julie shot daggers at Ricky with her eyes. Yeah, Julie, whatever,
look tomorrow, you will see him, just not right now here.
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Take these. Ricky handed her a fistful of random pills,
wait for free. Yeah, go for it. You're all right, Ricky,
Julie beamed, before heading off to Parts unknown to get
absolutely destroyed. Ricky was starting to sweat. That night, the
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dark Lord visited Ricky once more, Richard, we just need
one more, one more witness before you get your boon.
But the heat is on. It's getting harder and harder
to get people out there. Oh I'm sorry. I thought
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I had a loyal disciple, a bitch for sure, but
you are a whiny bitch, which is starting to irk me.
The being became clear for a moment, a shimmering thing
of eerie beauty became a mass of sharp toothed mouths,
multiple eyes, and nightmares. Ricky simply puked as the impossible
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horror of it all blew his fucking mind harder than
any dubious pharmaceutical. July fourth, nineteen eighty four, Ricky awoke
to find a pile of well dried, crusty vomit on
his sheets. He tumbled weakly from his bed and made
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his way to the kitchen. And there was his mother,
cheerful and ready to chit chat. Fuck me, he muttered
as he entered the room and poured himself a mug
of coffee. Feeling better. Hon huh, Ricky retorted wittily, Hugh've
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slept for the last three days. I've been sick caught
something at work. Oh no, well, I'll do your laundry
and change your sheets. Thanks, he said flatly. I almost forgot.
A nice young man was giving away comic books, and
I know you love your funnies, so I brought you one.
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Ricky's mom slid a small pamphlet his way, a crude,
four page illustrated story of the devil courting, dangers of
dungeons and dragons, metal music, the Smurfs, he man, and
food additives. Ricky then remembered he had a mission, and
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the thoughts of mystic powers he'd obtain for dragging another
fucker out to the trees to slap their eyes on
gruesome Gary perked him up considerably. He stood up, kissed
his mother, and decided to make sure the coast was
clear before he brought out anyone else to the woods.
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Don't forget the fireworks display tonight, his mother reminded him,
but he was already out the door. The heat was
indeed on. Ricky hid behind some shrubs as he saw
the police exit the woods with a body bag and
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a cadre of canine units. Shit on me, Ricky said
under his breath, as a heavy hand fell on his shoulder.
Ricky exited the squad car in front of the jailhouse.
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There was Jimmy and Al talking to officers, and no
doubt trying to save their own asses. A crowd had
gathered as well, town busy bodies, some ladies from the church, Tanya,
everyone else. He'd showed Gary to. Missing my ass, Ricky grumbled.
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Ricky was led inside as the doors closed on the
world outside.
Speaker 2 (35:51):
More scarce to come weekly, Spooky will be right back.
Speaker 1 (35:58):
Ricky was processed and tossed into a cell. He picked
up bits and pieces from the cops shooting the shit
to learn he had been seen with absolutely no one
for the last two weeks, walking back and forth to
the Woods alone, eating at the diner alone. Hell, since
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the deed, Al and Jimmy hadn't even been willing to
hang out with him. Ricky, of course, believed none of it.
July seventh, nineteen eighty four, Ricky slept in his cell.
This time Satan simply spoke to him one more Ricky,
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that ain't gonna happen. I'm stuck in here, and Gary
is in the morgue. Wait a minute, all those cops,
the morticians, they all saw him. I over delivered. Ricky
laughed as hot tears poured down his cheeks. I'm afraid
those are not the rules. Aren't you all about breaking
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fucking rules? Not when these things are concerned. You have
to bring those that bear witness. Well, I'm cooked. Then
there is another way. Satan seemed to whisper directly in
Ricky's left ear. Ricky nodded and pondered. He looked down
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to his waist and flashed a wicked grin. Those bumbling
pigs forgot to take something from Ricky. The officer that
brought Ricky a tray of food stopped short at the
door to the prisoner's cell. There, Ricky hung by his
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neck from the spiked leather belt that no one had
saw fit to remove upon his incarceration. Ricky was still
grinning ear to ear as he awaited his dark gift
as the light exited from his eyes. Come on, man,
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I want it. Make me famous, motherfucker, Ricky thought. The
devil was visible from the corner of Ricky's eye, he'd
made himself more human. His left hand extended, middle finger raised.
The darkness swallowed Ricky as he fell into endless night.
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And though a liar by nature, the devil did indeed
make Ricky famous. Well, my spookies, I hope you enjoyed
that terror tale from our very own producer, Dan Wilder.
He always brings the spooky fun with a flare for
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Trust me,
In the summer of eighty four, three teens, a knife
and a bad idea they call a sacrifice. Ricky swears
the devil is listening and he's desperate to prove it.
In the moonlit woods, a corpse sits up for an audience,
and the bill for fame comes due in blood.
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October we have plenty of brand new programming thirty one
shows in thirty one days. But as for tonight, it
begins on a sticky June night in nineteen eighty four,
when a loudmouth kid with a taste for pills decides
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the devil owes him a favor in the Whispering Woods.
Something answers a promise of power if others will look
upon what Ricky has done, But some doors, once open,
do not close. Get cozy. This satanic terror tale starts
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after this what Ricky did on his summer vacation by
Dan Wilder, June nineteenth, nineteen eighty four. You know what
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we should do, Skullhammer? Come on, Ricky, can't you just
call me Jimmy or Jay or anything other than that?
What the fuck ever, James? You chose the name, yeah,
and now I unchose it. Well, you better come up
with something. We need to reject those Christian names. I
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think my parents are agnostic. Shut up, James. So as
I was saying, know what we should do? No, I
guess I don't. We should offer a sacrifice. Sacrifice yeah,
to Satan. We need to step things up. I I
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don't know. Man. It was cool to get stoned and
talk about demons and shit, but killing someone, not someone
that fucker Gary Gary, Yes, Gary, that ass lips stole
shit from me and passed that prime product out at
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Carrie's house party free of charge like he was a
goddamn hero. I mean, free drugs are admittedly a real
crowd pleaser, but allows the way to run a business,
and business is necessary because money is the root of
all evil. I know, bingo, pal. Now, let's call Al
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and get this show on the road. Well, that certainly
was a letdown, Ricky said, spitting an arrant piece of
flesh from his blood stained mouth. A letdown. You bit
pieces of him off, Rick, You'd think that would be
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enough to get his attention. Jimmy, I don't think those
were micro dots, Albert gurgled, before violently vomiting for the
third time in as many minutes. Yeah, I'm getting that
vibe too, Not mescaline, maybe LSD. Ricky pondered, wiping one
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bodily fluid or another from his satanic robes, in truth,
a cute costume his nana had sewed for him so
he could play his little role games with his friends.
Al barfed. In response, crows called out in the distance.
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Hear that, boys, Maybe we got his attention after all.
Jimmy and Al looked skyward nervously. The crows cawed once again.
Then Gary coughed seriously Ricky Ricky held Gary's eyes in
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his hands, though the knife he recently dropped made them
look like a pair of sliced, bloody, hard boiled eggs.
I panicked. I stabbed him like eighteen times shouldn't that
have been enough to keep him down, you would think, Jimmy,
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added feebly. Al had stopped blowing chunks and now just
laid in the fetal position, muttering do you love Satan?
I love my mother? He he I loved his mother,
over and over again, a constant parroting of Gary's final words.
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The prior vomiting was preferable. Okay, he's definitely dead this time.
Come on, Satan, where are the The crow calls rang
out again. I know you are here, my lord, and
I hear the song of your unholy murder. Ricky unronically
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yelled to the heavens. They roughly hid Gary's body under
some leaves and various forest debris type shit and hoofed
it home. That night, Ricky slept in slumber screamed because
the devil walked in to his dream. For all his posturing,
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Ricky wasn't prepared for what stood before him. Not that
he could focus on the being as it was obscured
by an ever shifting blurry haze. But the thing that
stood in there was vastly different than a man with
a goatee in a red suit with horns and a
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pitchfork The horns were definitely there, though long and black
with tips that ended in deep crimson. Satan spoke the
Woodland sacrifice. I am pleased. The voice was unearthly and
echoed back on itself. Thanks, sire, I will allow you
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to speak when I finished. Sorry again, your insolence is
wearing on my patience. Ricky gulped and almost apologized again,
but a fleeting glimpse of Lucifer's face in the miasma
made him mercifully shut his mouth for once. Others, others
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need to be in the presence of the sacrifice. Ricky
was about to mention the danger of that course of action,
but a long fingered hand tipped with obsidian nails reached
from the smear and clamped tight over Ricky's mouth. The
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smell of fresh apples and rotting flesh filled his nose. Others,
Lucifer intoned once more. Then the power shall be yours,
along with a tidy prophet. Ricky snapped awake and immediately
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reached for a joint, and with Satan's decree in his mind,
he thought of those he would find, and with a
puff of his spliff, he saw dollar signs instead of
a stiff June twentieth, nineteen eighty four, Ricky stumbled down
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the hall to the kitchen, where his mother greeted him
with a glass of orange juice and her normal busy
body nonsense. Ricky sat down, took a pull of juice,
and began flicking a red twenty sided dye around the table.
Good morning, honey. Remember I have that meeting at church tonight.
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The reverend is going to talk about that horrible Dungeons
and Dragons game and its satan influence on the youth.
I'm so glad you aren't into such business. Uh huh,
Ricky said, emotionless as he put the dye back into
the pocket of his jean jacket. I really think you
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should come. Your friends look up to you, so you
could be a shining example for them. I can't tonight.
Speaking of friends, one of mine is sick, practically dead
on his feet, So Jimmy and Al and I are
going to go keep him company. Ricky's mother's eyes filled
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with tears. You are a saint, Ricky, you know that.
So proud of the man you're becoming.
Speaker 2 (11:48):
You're not safe yet, weekly Spooky will be right back.
Speaker 1 (11:57):
Ricky met his friends at the convenience store down the block.
The Terrible Trio managed to lift both a six pack
of beer and a Hustler mag before they set off
down the streets of Northport. As Ricky began to detail
his plans, and he led off with a real corker.
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I talked to Satan last night. The fuck are you
talking about? Wait, Jimmy, let's hear this out. Ricky's always
been a straight shooter. I had a dream, and in
the dream, Satan said he was pleased with what we
did to Gary, but he said we should show other people.
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Are you fucking kidding me?
Speaker 2 (12:44):
Like?
Speaker 1 (12:44):
Who oh? I know the cops. I'm sure they'll love
what we mostly you did? Finished, Jimmy nodded grimly. Good. Now,
I trust Satan to the nth degree. Why would he
fuck with us his most loyal followers. Ricky punctuated that
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sass with a thousand yard stare at Jimmy, And what
are we supposed to do? Just take them out there
and let them look at it?
Speaker 2 (13:19):
That?
Speaker 1 (13:19):
I do not know, But maybe you two can prop
him up or something. A little showmanship can go a
long way. Hell, maybe we can have it both ways.
The idiots I bring may believe Old Gary is still alive.
While I barter with the beast, how will you get
the people to come, Ricky? Easy, Al, old chum free
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drugs seems fitting given Gary's antics, Jimmy said, appreciatively poetic even,
and once I have them there, they can feast their
eyes on Gary's corpse and you can just say you
smoked him up on some strong shit to show the
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hatchet is buried. Exacta mundo, my dear Al, exacta fuckin' mundo.
While Jimmy and Al headed to the woods, Bruce and
pornomag well in hand, Ricky headed to the arcade. He
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plunked a few quarters into Crystal Castles, which was the
coolest game one could imagine that starred a glorified Teddy Bear,
and then he played a few rounds of bally Midway's
Satan's Hollow, a tried and true favorite that seemed incredibly
relevant given the current state of events. After that, he
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strolled over to the pizza place next door and ordered
a fried dough. It was there that he he saw
Tanya waiting for a slice of sausage and mushroom to
come out of the oven. Hey, Tanya, Oh, Hey, Ricky,
what's up. How's summer been going? You know? Rad I guess, yeah, yeah,
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Tanya countered, After you grab that slice, wanna head out
to the woods and get baked. I don't have any
cash besides what I paid for the slice. It's on me,
Ricky said, with a shit eating grin a mile wide Yeah, okay,
for sure. As Ricky led Tanya into the clearing, it
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was obvious they had indulged in some illicit substance or another,
but through the fogginess of his brain, Ricky had to
admit the guys had really pulled it off. Gary sat
in a lawn chair wearing sunglasses, and while pale as
all fuck, he didn't look as dead as he was.
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The lingering scent of at least three cans of insect
repellent wafted from Gary, which both made him smell less
like a dead man in summer and did a hero's
job of keeping away pests that most surely would have
been lining up for a free all you can eat
rot buffet. Is that Gary? Oh? Why, yes it is.
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I need to talk to him. He owes me five bucks.
Uh okay, but don't expect much in the way of
a response, I smoked his ass up sky high earlier.
Don't you two hate each other? I'm sorry? Is this
Tanya or Sherlock? Fucking homes? We kissed and made up.
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Go talk to him if you have to, Okay, grumpy
ass smurf goddamn. Tanya sauntered over to Gary, but most
of what she said to him was lost to the
ambient racket of mother nature. The words five bucks were
heard loudly multiple times. Ricky wondered where Jimmy and al
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had gone off to, but he remembered the six pack
and Porno mag and smiled as he thought they really
earned it. He was about to tumble into a chemically
assisted daydream when he happened to turn his gaze back
to Tanya. Tanya appeared to be preparing to give Gary
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some sort of epic blowjob. She was on her knees
and doing extreme jaw exercises with such athletic passion that
an Olympian would surely be impressed. This sobered Ricky up
right quick to say the least, whoa, whoa, Tanya? What
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the fuck? Dude? What what do you mean?
Speaker 2 (18:12):
What?
Speaker 1 (18:13):
He looks good? We used to go out and besides
he wanted it, okay, not today though he wouldn't enjoy
it anyway, he's too stoned. Tanya stood and looked at Gary. Yeah,
I guess you're right. I could have sworn I heard
him whisper. What the hell are you talking about? Whispering?
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You know, quiet talking. I know what whispering is, Tanya.
Ricky was growing ever more heated, but then he remembered
the importance of keeping up the ruse and keeping his
ass out of prison. I mean, he could have said
anything in this state. What do you think you heard
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him say? He asked me how I felt about giving head?
Ricky swallowed hard. What did you say? I said, ask
me when it's over, And that's when you found me.
Like I said, we went out before. I have to
admit that is a bold thing to say. Out of
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the blue and all. Tanya could feel herself getting light
headed again from whatever shit Ricky gave her. She sat
down on the grass and Ricky joined her, and with
that she plopped over with her head in Ricky's lap
and closed her eyes. Before she slipped into slumber, she
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managed to say, in hindsight, I don't think he said
giving head after all. I think it was more like
being dead. With that, she began to snore softly, which
in inspired Ricky's own descent into slumber.
Speaker 2 (20:05):
Don't go away, Weekly, Spooky, We'll be right back.
Speaker 1 (20:15):
Ricky awoke to notice two things. One the sun was
going down, and two Tanya was missing, well three things actually,
as Gary's corpse now bore a rictus grin, Ricky managed
to rise to his feet and make his way home
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with a tipsy swagger. He awoke the next morning and
headed to Jimmy's house. Jimmy was there along with Al.
Both were wearing dark sunglasses, regardless of the fact the
day was overcast. I brought Tanya out to see Gary. Hugh.
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Guys did an awesome job. He looked almost alive. Jimmy
and Al exchanged glances. Uh, we didn't get him ready.
What the hell are you talking about, Jimmy. We went
out there and we just couldn't. Yeah, he just looked
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so alive. Al offered, so we pissed off, drank the beer.
I think Al fell asleep whacking it to that mag
we boosted. Yeah. Wait, maybe not that last part. Al retorted, No,
that's definitely what happened. Well, somebody was out there, sat
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him in a lawn chair, stuck shades on him. Maybe
whoever did that should be in the nights of the
Black Circle instead of YouTube fuck ups. Technically, we didn't
fuck anything up, Ricky. Yeah, we didn't do it at all.
No way to fuck it up, Al offered to no
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one's benefit. Ricky looked as if he were about to
punch them both simultaneously, but only managed a string of profanities,
followed by some indecipherable, though no doubt violent mumbling about
what to do with his friend. Wade. Did you say
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you took Tanya out there? Yeah, but she was gone
when I woke up. Oh you fell asleep too, eh,
our glorious acid king, jim I'm going to fucking kill
your ass next if you don't shut up like yesterday.
Jimmy clammed up, and the trio made their way to
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the woods to check on Gary and hopefully run into
whoever sat him in that damn chair. Gary was still
in the chair when they arrived, but his sunglasses were
on his lap. His eyes were milky and stared into
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the distance, unblinking as flies landed and walked across their surface.
That's freaking me out. Al put those glasses back on him.
Al gulped hard and walked gingerly over to Gary. He
reached into the corpse's lap and put the glasses back
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in their place. The flies took off for Parts Unknown.
Al gagged and rejoined his friends. Ricky switched on the
omnipresent boombox and hit play, But instead of Ozzy barking
at the moon, a voice hissed forth, as if it
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came from the depths of Hell itself, which it did. Ricky,
You've done well, but more souls must bear witness to
your glorious deed. More, Ricky, bring more? Are are you
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guys hearing this? Yeah? Bark at the moon. It's awesome,
Al exclaimed. Ricky decided to clam up. Satan obviously chose
him and him alone to receive direct contact. I've changed
my mind. Why don't you two take the day off.
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We don't like work for you, rick Ricky's face did
that weird left eye twitchy thing that both Jimmy and
Al knew damn well meant get the fuck out of here.
Al and Jimmy shuffled off for Parts Unknown. Jimmy bitch
under his breath NonStop all right, Gary, it's you and
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me and Satan makes three. Ricky swallowed a handful of
pills and headed to the neighborhood of tract homes that
sat adjacent to the woods. As the drugs kicked in,
any thoughts of Gary's displacement dissipated into the ether of
Ricky's chemically induced brain fog. And so it went for
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days and days. Ricky would lure some poor, unsuspecting dumbass
or another into those woods. The rube would speak to
the stiff, the acid king would get drowsy, and when
Ricky went wakey, wakey, eggs and baphamet baky, whomever had
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paid a visit would be gone, and every damn time
that corpse would be striking a different pose.
Speaker 2 (26:14):
Did you hear that? Better check the locks on your
doors weekly. Spooky will be right back.
Speaker 1 (26:22):
July one, nineteen eighty four, Ricky sat in the small
diner in town with Jimmy. Both shot threatening glares at
the ancient pearl clutchers that continued to shoot them looks
and whisper among themselves. People are starting to talk, rick
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those old biddies fuck them no, I mean about Tanya
and some of the other kids you brought out there?
What about him? You don't watch the news man, no way.
The media is a Chris It's jin propaganda machine. Ricky
took a bite of his omelet and chased it with
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a gulp of steaming hot coffee. Yeah whatever. Parents do
tend to notice when their kids don't come home after
a few days. What the fuck are you talking about?
Not coming home? Yeah, dude, they're missing, and folks are
starting to say you were the last person they were
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seen with who cares well? Me? For one, I really
had no plans of spending my summer and every fucking
summer after it with my ass in a cell. Jimmy,
jim James, listen, do you think Satan would let us
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go to jail for doing him a favor? About that?
Rick you are high all of the damn time. Do
you think we may have just went too far because
because of the drugs and not due to paranormal manipulations
of a biblical boogeyman? Jimmy's sense talking left Ricky dizzy.
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I can't believe you even said that shit. The waitress
sauntered over to the table. You two going to nurse
that meal all day? Jesus lady back off. With that,
the waitress sped to the kitchen and returned with Evor,
the diner's owner and resident cook. Evor held a cleaver
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in one hand and a smoldering cigarette in the other.
Of course, you idiots again, the kings of Satan's ass
It's knights of the Black Circle. Ricky spat genuinely offended.
Evor could care less about Ricky's feelings and made it known, whatever,
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get your pimple covered ass out of here, or there
will be two more missing kids around here. Ricky was crazy,
but he wasn't crazy enough to challenge an Eastern European
mountain of a man with a razor sharp blade in
his hands and a rather sketchy passed Ricky got up,
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Jimmy followed, and the two headed for the door. As
the duo passed a large mirror located by the entrance
of the eatery, Ricky saw only his own reflection for
a fraction of a second, and while Jimmy should have
been right there beside him, the image revealed only Ricky.
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Fucking Shit's hitting hard today, he whispered to himself. Later
that day, Ricky was enticing another teenage girl girl to
follow him into the woods to see a corpse. As
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the days passed, it was well past the point where
Ricky could convince anyone, no matter how high, that Gary
was still alive. Fortunately, it was now impossible to even
recognize the heap of liquefying flesh and exposed areas of
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bone as Gary, so he could just toss out a
I found a dead guy in the woods, want to
see him, which Ricky believed was a solid way to
hide his crime long enough for him to receive his
infernal reward. As Ricky and the girl, whose name Ricky
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could never remember, even though he had been in classes
with her since second grade headed to the woods, Ricky
noticed a large number of police cars buzzing by. Maybe
we should do this tomorrow, Ricky said, no way, asshole.
You promised me a dead body. Ricky had forgotten she
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was there, but now he couldn't forget. Jesus Christ, Samantha,
it's Julie, Ricky. Julie shot daggers at Ricky with her eyes. Yeah, Julie, whatever,
look tomorrow, you will see him, just not right now here.
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Take these. Ricky handed her a fistful of random pills,
wait for free. Yeah, go for it. You're all right, Ricky,
Julie beamed, before heading off to Parts unknown to get
absolutely destroyed. Ricky was starting to sweat. That night, the
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dark Lord visited Ricky once more, Richard, we just need
one more, one more witness before you get your boon.
But the heat is on. It's getting harder and harder
to get people out there. Oh I'm sorry. I thought
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I had a loyal disciple, a bitch for sure, but
you are a whiny bitch, which is starting to irk me.
The being became clear for a moment, a shimmering thing
of eerie beauty became a mass of sharp toothed mouths,
multiple eyes, and nightmares. Ricky simply puked as the impossible
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horror of it all blew his fucking mind harder than
any dubious pharmaceutical. July fourth, nineteen eighty four, Ricky awoke
to find a pile of well dried, crusty vomit on
his sheets. He tumbled weakly from his bed and made
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his way to the kitchen. And there was his mother,
cheerful and ready to chit chat. Fuck me, he muttered
as he entered the room and poured himself a mug
of coffee. Feeling better. Hon huh, Ricky retorted wittily, Hugh've
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slept for the last three days. I've been sick caught
something at work. Oh no, well, I'll do your laundry
and change your sheets. Thanks, he said flatly. I almost forgot.
A nice young man was giving away comic books, and
I know you love your funnies, so I brought you one.
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Ricky's mom slid a small pamphlet his way, a crude,
four page illustrated story of the devil courting, dangers of
dungeons and dragons, metal music, the Smurfs, he man, and
food additives. Ricky then remembered he had a mission, and
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the thoughts of mystic powers he'd obtain for dragging another
fucker out to the trees to slap their eyes on
gruesome Gary perked him up considerably. He stood up, kissed
his mother, and decided to make sure the coast was
clear before he brought out anyone else to the woods.
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Don't forget the fireworks display tonight, his mother reminded him,
but he was already out the door. The heat was
indeed on. Ricky hid behind some shrubs as he saw
the police exit the woods with a body bag and
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a cadre of canine units. Shit on me, Ricky said
under his breath, as a heavy hand fell on his shoulder.
Ricky exited the squad car in front of the jailhouse.
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There was Jimmy and Al talking to officers, and no
doubt trying to save their own asses. A crowd had
gathered as well, town busy bodies, some ladies from the church, Tanya,
everyone else. He'd showed Gary to. Missing my ass, Ricky grumbled.
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Ricky was led inside as the doors closed on the
world outside.
Speaker 2 (35:51):
More scarce to come weekly, Spooky will be right back.
Speaker 1 (35:58):
Ricky was processed and tossed into a cell. He picked
up bits and pieces from the cops shooting the shit
to learn he had been seen with absolutely no one
for the last two weeks, walking back and forth to
the Woods alone, eating at the diner alone. Hell, since
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the deed, Al and Jimmy hadn't even been willing to
hang out with him. Ricky, of course, believed none of it.
July seventh, nineteen eighty four, Ricky slept in his cell.
This time Satan simply spoke to him one more Ricky,
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that ain't gonna happen. I'm stuck in here, and Gary
is in the morgue. Wait a minute, all those cops,
the morticians, they all saw him. I over delivered. Ricky
laughed as hot tears poured down his cheeks. I'm afraid
those are not the rules. Aren't you all about breaking
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fucking rules? Not when these things are concerned. You have
to bring those that bear witness. Well, I'm cooked. Then
there is another way. Satan seemed to whisper directly in
Ricky's left ear. Ricky nodded and pondered. He looked down
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to his waist and flashed a wicked grin. Those bumbling
pigs forgot to take something from Ricky. The officer that
brought Ricky a tray of food stopped short at the
door to the prisoner's cell. There, Ricky hung by his
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neck from the spiked leather belt that no one had
saw fit to remove upon his incarceration. Ricky was still
grinning ear to ear as he awaited his dark gift
as the light exited from his eyes. Come on, man,
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I want it. Make me famous, motherfucker, Ricky thought. The
devil was visible from the corner of Ricky's eye, he'd
made himself more human. His left hand extended, middle finger raised.
The darkness swallowed Ricky as he fell into endless night.
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And though a liar by nature, the devil did indeed
make Ricky famous. Well, my spookies, I hope you enjoyed
that terror tale from our very own producer, Dan Wilder.
He always brings the spooky fun with a flare for
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the disturbing, and I really do enjoy it, and I
hope you did too. And remember to subscribe on your
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