October 5, 2023 • 26 mins
Flora is a little late with this year's campfire ghost stories, but it fits well with Blurry Photober! This year's campfire ghost stories selections have some pretty disturbing tales. Clowns, kids, and cackling crones are all on the menu. Tell 'em around the fire or just play this episode late at night when you're catching the remnants of summer out in the wilds. Just don't blame Blurry Photos if you can't drift off in that sleeping bag...
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(00:14):
Hello, and welcome to Blurry Photos. I'm David Flora. It's around about
time, probably past two for somecampfire ghost stories, and I've got a
handful here for you to play aroundthe campfire. No news on a streaming
date for the film, unfortunately,but check out Barrego Triangle dot com to
(00:35):
keep up with where it will beshowing in select theaters. We've had it
in Kashakta, Ohio, Joplin,Missouri, and there's a handful of others
that are coming up soon. Justworking out the details on it. Other
than that, you can check outfive Minute Frights, a storytelling podcast where
I read reports written by Tom Lyons, author of Living among Bigfoot. You
(00:57):
should be able to find that onyour podcatcher, especially if you search the
number five then Minute Frights onto theOutdoorsy Horror. I have four stories and
a pume for you for this offering. Receive it thus and happy camping.
(01:21):
Thirteen Steps The thirteen Steps down toHell were located in multi cemetery in Washington.
There used to be a staircase thatbegan at ground level and descended down
(01:42):
under the earth. It was saidto be a low grade entrance to the
tomb of a wealthy local family.According to the legend, you had to
go to the cemetery late at nightand walk down these thirteen steps. While
descending the steps, you wouldn't beable to hear anything once you had reached
the bottom. If you turned around, you would be confronted by a vision
(02:07):
of hell. They say that thevision would drive you insane. Those who
watched people performing this rituals said thatthey witnessed the person's stop at the bottom,
turn around, and then collapse totheir knees in horror. According to
some reports, several children emerged nearlycomatose from the steps, and many of
(02:31):
them never uttered another word. Thethirteen steps no longer exist, as the
story goes, they were bulldozed orfilled in with concrete years ago. Since
then, there have been severe notrespassing limitations on the cemetery, and even
(02:52):
rumors of kids making expeditions late atnight to Maltby Cemetery armed with shovels,
hoping to unher the thirteen steps downto hill. My girlfriend and I wanted
to see this for ourselves. Youhave to go down these thirteen steps,
and then you see a little chair. If you sit in the chair.
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It automatically means that you've sold yoursoul to the devil. It sounds really
creepy. I was at church withmy friend and his pastor said that he
went there when he was sixteen yearsold and it was the worst experience of
his entire life. A group ofus headed out to the cemetery in Maltby.
We made sure we got there asclose to midnight as possible. After
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about an hour of searching around inthe dark, we finally found it.
In the moonlight, you couldn't seethe bottom of the steps. We tried
using flashlight and we still couldn't seethe bottom. It was frightening, and
one of the girls was so freakedout that she couldn't even look down into
the staircase. I decided I wasgoing to go for it, but as
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I walked down the first two steps, I started to fill sick. After
the next two steps, I feltlightheaded. When I got to the sixth
step, I became so cold thatI could barely breathe, and I could
hear muffled yelling and screaming. Iwas not going any further. I couldn't
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even take the next step. WhenI turned to climb back up. I
could feel something pushing on my back, and I couldn't see out up to
my friends clearly. When I finallyreached the top of the staircase, I
realized the yelling and screaming was comingfrom my friends. They were screaming that
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I had disappeared when I went down. I'm six feet tall, I couldn't
have been out of sight after havingonly gone down halfway. Needless to say,
we were all completely freaked out andgot out of there as quickly as
possible. To this day, everynow and then I dream about the thirteen
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steps that lead down to Hell,and I always wake up in a cold
sweat. Side note, there isalso a thirteen step cemetery in Pallo called
pleasant Ridge Cemetery. There's a setof stairs leading up to the cemetery gate
that has twelve steps, but atnight, the thirteenth step is said to
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appear clown. At midnight. Therewas a man who wanted to hire a
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clown for his son's birthday party.He asked around at work in one of
his colleagues, Sergio, gave himthe number of a clown who he said
came highly recommended. The man calledthe number and arranged for the clown to
come over on Saturday and entertain thekids at the party. However, when
Saturday came around, it was rainingand the clown didn't show up. The
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children all grew bored of waiting andwent home early. His son was terribly
disappointed and ran upstairs to his bedroomin tears. The birthday party was completely
ruined. The father kept calling theclown's number, but there was no answer.
Why did you recommend such an unreliableclowns Sergio, he thought bitterly.
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That night, the man and hiswife were lying in bed, exhausted.
The party had been a disaster,and he was still irritated that the clown
had not shown up. What timedid you tell him to come, his
wife asked, I said, veryclear, Saturday, at twelve o'clock.
He replied, maybe he thought itwas twelve at night, said his wife.
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A clown at midnight? The manlaughed out loud. Who would hire
a clown to come to a birthdayparty at midnight? He turned over and
drifted off to sleep. At midnight, they were awoken by a horrible scream.
It sounded like their son. Something'swrong, whispered the mother, turning
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on the light. Stay here,said the man jumping out of bed.
I'll check on him. Maybe he'sjust having a bad dream. He stepped
into the hallway and immediately stopped inhis tracks. There was a trail of
muddy footprints on the floor. Theywere too large to belong to a normal
man. The footprints looked like clownshoes. They led from the open window
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in the bathroom, down the hallwayto his son's bedroom. A clown,
thought the horrified father a clown.At midnight, and then, without knowing
why, he remembered something about Sergio, his friend from work who had recommended
the clown. Sergio had two sons, but one of them had died not
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long ago under mysterious circumstances. Hehad never discussed it with Sergio himself for
obvious reasons, but rumors had spreadaround the office that after several days of
intense searching, Sergio's son had beenfound dead in the woods. Why had
he remembered that just now? Witha shaking hand, the father reached out
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and opened his son's bedroom door.The room was empty, the bed was
unmade, and the window was wideopen. There were traces of mud on
the carpet. The man let outan anguished howl and ran out of the
house. His wife followed him.They started calling a son's name over and
over. The neighbors turned on theirlights and came out to see what was
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wrong. Someone has kidnapped my son, the man cried, it was a
clown. One of the neighbors calledthe police, and a few minutes later,
several squad cars arrived. They immediatelyspread out and started searching the area
for the missing boy. Just then, the man received a phone call.
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It was his colleague, Sergio.He was crying between babbels and sobs.
Sergio tried to apologize for what hehad done. What did you do?
Cried the father, What did youdo? Where is my son? Who
was that clown you told me tohire? I don't even know, Sergio
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whispered, his voice barely audible.I don't even know if he's human,
but I know he's hungry, alwayshungry, hungry for more victims. He
took my oldest son. Then lastweek he came back for my youngest I
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told him to take yours instead.I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Oh
my son, I love it.Where is he screamed the man, where
is my son looking in the forest? Sergio whimpered. He always nails the
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heads of his victims to the treesas a signal. What the hell do
you mean by that? The manscreamed. Before he could say another word,
he heard the sound of a gunshoton the other end of the phone,
and the line went dead. Thefather dropped the phone and ran out
of the house. He went intothe forest which stood behind the house.
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When he came to a big,gnarled oak tree, he suddenly stopped,
sank to his knees, and begancrying uncontrollably. He had found what remained
of his son, Labrue. Mymother told me this story once, and
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my grandmother told me that she livedthrough it. In the early nineteen sixties,
there was a small town in Mexicowhere a lot of babies just happened
to be born around the same time. It said that there was a woman
who haunted the town. She wasnot a ghost, She was one of
the two hundred people that lived inthe town at the time. People say
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that she was a witch, aworshiper of the devil, and many people
said that she would go out intothe fields in the middle of the night
when everyone was asleep. Some localfarmers claimed that they would see her whenever
they would go outside to check ontheir animals, because their animals would make
a lot of noise whenever she passedby. They could never tell who it
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was because it was always pitch blackand they couldn't see a thing. It
was a poor town with a coupleof street lights. People weren't so worried
about her for a while because theysaw that she did no harm to them,
until something terrible happened. One night, a married couple slept with their
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baby between them. They were sopoor that they couldn't afford a mattress and
had a carpet as their bed.The parents didn't sleep too close to their
baby because they were afraid that theywould accidentally roll over and hurt their child.
The mother and father were deep intotheir sleep until the mother heard the
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baby cry terribly. It shrieked ablood curdling scream, loud enough to wake
up my grandmother and grandfather, wholived next to them. The baby cried,
and the mother woke up and triedto put him back to sleep.
Whenever she went to sleep again,she heard the baby cry once more.
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She woke up again and did thesame as before, and this went on
for about two more times. Themother became angry and impatient with her baby
because she was really tired. Thefather was asleep and would not wake up
no matter how many times his babycried. The fifth time that the baby
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cried, his mother ignored it.The baby cried for another couple of minutes.
The mother continued to ignore her babyuntil she subconsciously heard someone walking outside.
She heard the door squeak open slowly, then it shut loudly. The
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door was made of thick metal,so the loud sound terrified her and finally
woke her and her husband up aswell. When she looked for her baby,
she saw that he was quiet andthought that he was sleeping. The
mother asked her husband why he wouldn'twake up before he said that he never
heard anything. When the mother wentto hold her baby, she saw that
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he was cold. She kissed herbaby to try and wake him up,
but he wouldn't. The baby wasdead. She took off his blanket.
She saw that his stomach and armshad scratch marks. Someone was hurting her
child while he was sleeping. Thenher husband cried Lebruha lebrue Hala Mato Matolillo.
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The witch. The witch killed him. She killed my son. The
mother swore that she heard a womangiggling. After that, many parents held
their children close to them whenever theyslept. Sometimes children would cry in the
middle of the night out of nowhere, and their mothers would begin to pray.
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The children who could speak, saidthat they would feel someone grabbing them.
The witch would leave after It wasn'tuntil years later that two children died,
a brother and a sister. Exceptit was in a river in the
town. One man swore that hesaw a woman pushing the boy in girl's
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heads into the water and laughing whenshe did so. He yelled at her
to leave them alone and ran tostop her. She kept laughing at him
and was singing as he ran towardsher, But when he almost reached her,
she was gone, and the boyand girl's bodies were floating on the
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water. People began to suspect womenwho could be the witch, but coincidentally,
many people left the town around thattime to move to other places.
She could have been one of them. Suspension Bridge. My buddy told me
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a story once about a time whenhe lived in Japan and a horrible event
that he experienced while there. Atthe time, he was seventeen years old
and had managed to find himself asummer job working in a store that sold
electrical goods. One day, afterwork, the manager of the store decided
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to bring all of the employees outfor dinner. The restaurant they were going
to was up in the mountains,and to get there they had to cross
an old suspension bridge that stretched acrossa deep valley. There were five of
them in total, so they decidedto take two cars. The manager drove
the car in front with two teenageboys inside. My friend drove the car
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behind, and his colleague was inthe passenger seat. They started out straight
after work, but the manager tooka wrong turn, so by the time
they reached the suspension bridge it wasalmost twilight. There was a light rain,
and the bridge was covered in astrange, wispy fog. The manager
drove across the suspension bridge and myfriend followed close behind in the other car.
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However, when they reached the centerof the bridge, the manager's car
came to a sudden halt. Thetwo people in the car behind were puzzled
they couldn't understand why their boss hadstopped in the middle of the bridge.
After waiting a few minutes, theybegan to get impatient since they showed no
signs of moving. My friend wasabout to get out and see what the
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trouble was. Just then they sawthe rear door of the car in front
open and the two boys who weresitting in the back seat got out.
My friend opened his door and wasabout to ask them what was wrong,
but the words died in his throat. He heard the boys screaming their lungs
out. The two young men joinedhands and started to run like crazy.
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They rushed over to the side ofthe suspension bridge and threw themselves over the
guard rail. Horrified, my friendrushed over to the guardrail and peered over
the side, but he couldn't seeanything because of the mist. The drop
was over one hundred feet. Nobodycould survive that. He stood there for
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a few minutes and stunned to silence, staring down into the foggy abyss.
When he went over to check thecar in front, he found the manager
crouched over the steering wheel, grippingit so tightly that his knuckles were white.
Tears were streaming down his face,and he kept muttering under his breath,
over and over. I want todo it, but I can't do
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it. I want to do it, but I can't do it. I
want to do it, but Ican't do it. My friend called the
police, and when they arrived,they had to pry the manager's hands off
the steer ringmill. They took himaway in an ambulance, still muttering and
gibbering as if he had taken leaveof his sanity. Later that night,
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the bodies of the two young menwere fished out of the river. My
friend and his colleague were persistently questionedby the police, but they couldn't shed
any light on the puzzling incident.The police seemed to think it was some
kind of weird suicide pact. Afew months after that, my friend went
to visit the store manager, whowas recovering in a mental hospital. After
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some small talk, he turned theconversation to the strange events that had taken
place that tragic summer night. Thestore manager beckoned him closer and whispered in
his ear. He told him thatas soon as they were driving across the
suspension bridge, he was shocked tosee a woman suddenly emerge from the fog.
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She stood right in front of thecar, and he had to slam
on the brakes to avoid hitting her. The woman had long black hair and
was dressed in a brilliant white shroud. All of a sudden, he noticed
that the mist was creeping closer,encircling the car. Then, from the
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depths of the whisping fog, agroup of children appeared. They were dressed
in similar white shrouds, and theirfaces were deformed and smeared with blood.
Before they knew what was happening,the grotesque children surrounded the car and began
beating on the windows and doors withtheir fists. The children began CHANTINGSSS julians
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Us. The manager said that thechildren's haunting voices echoed around in his head,
and he felt powerless to resist.He clung onto the steering wheel for
dear life. At that moment,he dearly wanted to die, but some
small part of them desperately wanted toleave. He heard the boys in the
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back seat screaming. As the childrenopened the door and dragged them out into
the mist, The terrified manager hadto fight the urge to join them.
In death. After hearing this story, my friend was shaking with fear as
he rose to leave. The managergrabbed him roughly by the arm and hissed,
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I think that's what happened. Butdon't tell the police. They'll never
believe you. Sometimes I don't evenbelieve myself. Just promise me one thing.
Promise me that you will never attemptto cross that suspension bridge again,
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or they'll come for you and dragyou to your death as well. The
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spiral stairs, the narrow staircase leadsthe way up to the padlocked door below.
The halls as dark as sin,with bloodstains on the floor. Nobody
knows who climbed halfway to where thestairs are bent, what crouching figure waited
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there with murderous in tint, Andno one knows what now ascends the thirteenth
step and stops and flutters like adying bird before it moans it drops.
One night I stepped into the hallreciting whispered prayers, and to my horror
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saw what stands upon the spiral stairs. There's a handful of spooky tales to
tell around Yon Foyer in a witchy, clowny stair field, nutshell and now
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the darkness at the bottom of thestairs. Pun. There's a nasty disease
going around, and it seems likeit started with some kids at a graveyard.
The first thing it happens is youget a sore throat, then you
get better, then you get afever, then you get better, then
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you get fatigued, and it justkeeps going like this. A Baker's dozen
times all because someone walked into atune and got thirteen strips. There's a
comedy club in Mexico where all thesaucy witches go to drink tequila, and
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here's some dark comedy. It's calledLa Bruhaha. Hey, them's puns.
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day. Flora don't stop or even
Hello, and welcome to Blurry Photos. I'm David Flora. It's around about
time, probably past two for somecampfire ghost stories, and I've got a
handful here for you to play aroundthe campfire. No news on a streaming
date for the film, unfortunately,but check out Barrego Triangle dot com to
(00:35):
keep up with where it will beshowing in select theaters. We've had it
in Kashakta, Ohio, Joplin,Missouri, and there's a handful of others
that are coming up soon. Justworking out the details on it. Other
than that, you can check outfive Minute Frights, a storytelling podcast where
I read reports written by Tom Lyons, author of Living among Bigfoot. You
(00:57):
should be able to find that onyour podcatcher, especially if you search the
number five then Minute Frights onto theOutdoorsy Horror. I have four stories and
a pume for you for this offering. Receive it thus and happy camping.
(01:21):
Thirteen Steps The thirteen Steps down toHell were located in multi cemetery in Washington.
There used to be a staircase thatbegan at ground level and descended down
(01:42):
under the earth. It was saidto be a low grade entrance to the
tomb of a wealthy local family.According to the legend, you had to
go to the cemetery late at nightand walk down these thirteen steps. While
descending the steps, you wouldn't beable to hear anything once you had reached
the bottom. If you turned around, you would be confronted by a vision
(02:07):
of hell. They say that thevision would drive you insane. Those who
watched people performing this rituals said thatthey witnessed the person's stop at the bottom,
turn around, and then collapse totheir knees in horror. According to
some reports, several children emerged nearlycomatose from the steps, and many of
(02:31):
them never uttered another word. Thethirteen steps no longer exist, as the
story goes, they were bulldozed orfilled in with concrete years ago. Since
then, there have been severe notrespassing limitations on the cemetery, and even
(02:52):
rumors of kids making expeditions late atnight to Maltby Cemetery armed with shovels,
hoping to unher the thirteen steps downto hill. My girlfriend and I wanted
to see this for ourselves. Youhave to go down these thirteen steps,
and then you see a little chair. If you sit in the chair.
(03:12):
It automatically means that you've sold yoursoul to the devil. It sounds really
creepy. I was at church withmy friend and his pastor said that he
went there when he was sixteen yearsold and it was the worst experience of
his entire life. A group ofus headed out to the cemetery in Maltby.
We made sure we got there asclose to midnight as possible. After
(03:34):
about an hour of searching around inthe dark, we finally found it.
In the moonlight, you couldn't seethe bottom of the steps. We tried
using flashlight and we still couldn't seethe bottom. It was frightening, and
one of the girls was so freakedout that she couldn't even look down into
the staircase. I decided I wasgoing to go for it, but as
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I walked down the first two steps, I started to fill sick. After
the next two steps, I feltlightheaded. When I got to the sixth
step, I became so cold thatI could barely breathe, and I could
hear muffled yelling and screaming. Iwas not going any further. I couldn't
(04:18):
even take the next step. WhenI turned to climb back up. I
could feel something pushing on my back, and I couldn't see out up to
my friends clearly. When I finallyreached the top of the staircase, I
realized the yelling and screaming was comingfrom my friends. They were screaming that
(04:39):
I had disappeared when I went down. I'm six feet tall, I couldn't
have been out of sight after havingonly gone down halfway. Needless to say,
we were all completely freaked out andgot out of there as quickly as
possible. To this day, everynow and then I dream about the thirteen
(05:00):
steps that lead down to Hell,and I always wake up in a cold
sweat. Side note, there isalso a thirteen step cemetery in Pallo called
pleasant Ridge Cemetery. There's a setof stairs leading up to the cemetery gate
that has twelve steps, but atnight, the thirteenth step is said to
(05:25):
appear clown. At midnight. Therewas a man who wanted to hire a
(05:53):
clown for his son's birthday party.He asked around at work in one of
his colleagues, Sergio, gave himthe number of a clown who he said
came highly recommended. The man calledthe number and arranged for the clown to
come over on Saturday and entertain thekids at the party. However, when
Saturday came around, it was rainingand the clown didn't show up. The
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children all grew bored of waiting andwent home early. His son was terribly
disappointed and ran upstairs to his bedroomin tears. The birthday party was completely
ruined. The father kept calling theclown's number, but there was no answer.
Why did you recommend such an unreliableclowns Sergio, he thought bitterly.
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That night, the man and hiswife were lying in bed, exhausted.
The party had been a disaster,and he was still irritated that the clown
had not shown up. What timedid you tell him to come, his
wife asked, I said, veryclear, Saturday, at twelve o'clock.
He replied, maybe he thought itwas twelve at night, said his wife.
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A clown at midnight? The manlaughed out loud. Who would hire
a clown to come to a birthdayparty at midnight? He turned over and
drifted off to sleep. At midnight, they were awoken by a horrible scream.
It sounded like their son. Something'swrong, whispered the mother, turning
(07:30):
on the light. Stay here,said the man jumping out of bed.
I'll check on him. Maybe he'sjust having a bad dream. He stepped
into the hallway and immediately stopped inhis tracks. There was a trail of
muddy footprints on the floor. Theywere too large to belong to a normal
man. The footprints looked like clownshoes. They led from the open window
(07:57):
in the bathroom, down the hallwayto his son's bedroom. A clown,
thought the horrified father a clown.At midnight, and then, without knowing
why, he remembered something about Sergio, his friend from work who had recommended
the clown. Sergio had two sons, but one of them had died not
(08:20):
long ago under mysterious circumstances. Hehad never discussed it with Sergio himself for
obvious reasons, but rumors had spreadaround the office that after several days of
intense searching, Sergio's son had beenfound dead in the woods. Why had
he remembered that just now? Witha shaking hand, the father reached out
(08:45):
and opened his son's bedroom door.The room was empty, the bed was
unmade, and the window was wideopen. There were traces of mud on
the carpet. The man let outan anguished howl and ran out of the
house. His wife followed him.They started calling a son's name over and
over. The neighbors turned on theirlights and came out to see what was
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wrong. Someone has kidnapped my son, the man cried, it was a
clown. One of the neighbors calledthe police, and a few minutes later,
several squad cars arrived. They immediatelyspread out and started searching the area
for the missing boy. Just then, the man received a phone call.
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It was his colleague, Sergio.He was crying between babbels and sobs.
Sergio tried to apologize for what hehad done. What did you do?
Cried the father, What did youdo? Where is my son? Who
was that clown you told me tohire? I don't even know, Sergio
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whispered, his voice barely audible.I don't even know if he's human,
but I know he's hungry, alwayshungry, hungry for more victims. He
took my oldest son. Then lastweek he came back for my youngest I
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told him to take yours instead.I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Oh
my son, I love it.Where is he screamed the man, where
is my son looking in the forest? Sergio whimpered. He always nails the
(10:43):
heads of his victims to the treesas a signal. What the hell do
you mean by that? The manscreamed. Before he could say another word,
he heard the sound of a gunshoton the other end of the phone,
and the line went dead. Thefather dropped the phone and ran out
of the house. He went intothe forest which stood behind the house.
(11:07):
When he came to a big,gnarled oak tree, he suddenly stopped,
sank to his knees, and begancrying uncontrollably. He had found what remained
of his son, Labrue. Mymother told me this story once, and
(11:48):
my grandmother told me that she livedthrough it. In the early nineteen sixties,
there was a small town in Mexicowhere a lot of babies just happened
to be born around the same time. It said that there was a woman
who haunted the town. She wasnot a ghost, She was one of
the two hundred people that lived inthe town at the time. People say
(12:11):
that she was a witch, aworshiper of the devil, and many people
said that she would go out intothe fields in the middle of the night
when everyone was asleep. Some localfarmers claimed that they would see her whenever
they would go outside to check ontheir animals, because their animals would make
a lot of noise whenever she passedby. They could never tell who it
(12:35):
was because it was always pitch blackand they couldn't see a thing. It
was a poor town with a coupleof street lights. People weren't so worried
about her for a while because theysaw that she did no harm to them,
until something terrible happened. One night, a married couple slept with their
(12:58):
baby between them. They were sopoor that they couldn't afford a mattress and
had a carpet as their bed.The parents didn't sleep too close to their
baby because they were afraid that theywould accidentally roll over and hurt their child.
The mother and father were deep intotheir sleep until the mother heard the
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baby cry terribly. It shrieked ablood curdling scream, loud enough to wake
up my grandmother and grandfather, wholived next to them. The baby cried,
and the mother woke up and triedto put him back to sleep.
Whenever she went to sleep again,she heard the baby cry once more.
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She woke up again and did thesame as before, and this went on
for about two more times. Themother became angry and impatient with her baby
because she was really tired. Thefather was asleep and would not wake up
no matter how many times his babycried. The fifth time that the baby
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cried, his mother ignored it.The baby cried for another couple of minutes.
The mother continued to ignore her babyuntil she subconsciously heard someone walking outside.
She heard the door squeak open slowly, then it shut loudly. The
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door was made of thick metal,so the loud sound terrified her and finally
woke her and her husband up aswell. When she looked for her baby,
she saw that he was quiet andthought that he was sleeping. The
mother asked her husband why he wouldn'twake up before he said that he never
heard anything. When the mother wentto hold her baby, she saw that
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he was cold. She kissed herbaby to try and wake him up,
but he wouldn't. The baby wasdead. She took off his blanket.
She saw that his stomach and armshad scratch marks. Someone was hurting her
child while he was sleeping. Thenher husband cried Lebruha lebrue Hala Mato Matolillo.
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The witch. The witch killed him. She killed my son. The
mother swore that she heard a womangiggling. After that, many parents held
their children close to them whenever theyslept. Sometimes children would cry in the
middle of the night out of nowhere, and their mothers would begin to pray.
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The children who could speak, saidthat they would feel someone grabbing them.
The witch would leave after It wasn'tuntil years later that two children died,
a brother and a sister. Exceptit was in a river in the
town. One man swore that hesaw a woman pushing the boy in girl's
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heads into the water and laughing whenshe did so. He yelled at her
to leave them alone and ran tostop her. She kept laughing at him
and was singing as he ran towardsher, But when he almost reached her,
she was gone, and the boyand girl's bodies were floating on the
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water. People began to suspect womenwho could be the witch, but coincidentally,
many people left the town around thattime to move to other places.
She could have been one of them. Suspension Bridge. My buddy told me
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a story once about a time whenhe lived in Japan and a horrible event
that he experienced while there. Atthe time, he was seventeen years old
and had managed to find himself asummer job working in a store that sold
electrical goods. One day, afterwork, the manager of the store decided
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to bring all of the employees outfor dinner. The restaurant they were going
to was up in the mountains,and to get there they had to cross
an old suspension bridge that stretched acrossa deep valley. There were five of
them in total, so they decidedto take two cars. The manager drove
the car in front with two teenageboys inside. My friend drove the car
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behind, and his colleague was inthe passenger seat. They started out straight
after work, but the manager tooka wrong turn, so by the time
they reached the suspension bridge it wasalmost twilight. There was a light rain,
and the bridge was covered in astrange, wispy fog. The manager
drove across the suspension bridge and myfriend followed close behind in the other car.
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However, when they reached the centerof the bridge, the manager's car
came to a sudden halt. Thetwo people in the car behind were puzzled
they couldn't understand why their boss hadstopped in the middle of the bridge.
After waiting a few minutes, theybegan to get impatient since they showed no
signs of moving. My friend wasabout to get out and see what the
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trouble was. Just then they sawthe rear door of the car in front
open and the two boys who weresitting in the back seat got out.
My friend opened his door and wasabout to ask them what was wrong,
but the words died in his throat. He heard the boys screaming their lungs
out. The two young men joinedhands and started to run like crazy.
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They rushed over to the side ofthe suspension bridge and threw themselves over the
guard rail. Horrified, my friendrushed over to the guardrail and peered over
the side, but he couldn't seeanything because of the mist. The drop
was over one hundred feet. Nobodycould survive that. He stood there for
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a few minutes and stunned to silence, staring down into the foggy abyss.
When he went over to check thecar in front, he found the manager
crouched over the steering wheel, grippingit so tightly that his knuckles were white.
Tears were streaming down his face,and he kept muttering under his breath,
over and over. I want todo it, but I can't do
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it. I want to do it, but I can't do it. I
want to do it, but Ican't do it. My friend called the
police, and when they arrived,they had to pry the manager's hands off
the steer ringmill. They took himaway in an ambulance, still muttering and
gibbering as if he had taken leaveof his sanity. Later that night,
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the bodies of the two young menwere fished out of the river. My
friend and his colleague were persistently questionedby the police, but they couldn't shed
any light on the puzzling incident.The police seemed to think it was some
kind of weird suicide pact. Afew months after that, my friend went
to visit the store manager, whowas recovering in a mental hospital. After
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some small talk, he turned theconversation to the strange events that had taken
place that tragic summer night. Thestore manager beckoned him closer and whispered in
his ear. He told him thatas soon as they were driving across the
suspension bridge, he was shocked tosee a woman suddenly emerge from the fog.
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She stood right in front of thecar, and he had to slam
on the brakes to avoid hitting her. The woman had long black hair and
was dressed in a brilliant white shroud. All of a sudden, he noticed
that the mist was creeping closer,encircling the car. Then, from the
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depths of the whisping fog, agroup of children appeared. They were dressed
in similar white shrouds, and theirfaces were deformed and smeared with blood.
Before they knew what was happening,the grotesque children surrounded the car and began
beating on the windows and doors withtheir fists. The children began CHANTINGSSS julians
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Us. The manager said that thechildren's haunting voices echoed around in his head,
and he felt powerless to resist.He clung onto the steering wheel for
dear life. At that moment,he dearly wanted to die, but some
small part of them desperately wanted toleave. He heard the boys in the
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back seat screaming. As the childrenopened the door and dragged them out into
the mist, The terrified manager hadto fight the urge to join them.
In death. After hearing this story, my friend was shaking with fear as
he rose to leave. The managergrabbed him roughly by the arm and hissed,
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I think that's what happened. Butdon't tell the police. They'll never
believe you. Sometimes I don't evenbelieve myself. Just promise me one thing.
Promise me that you will never attemptto cross that suspension bridge again,
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or they'll come for you and dragyou to your death as well. The
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spiral stairs, the narrow staircase leadsthe way up to the padlocked door below.
The halls as dark as sin,with bloodstains on the floor. Nobody
knows who climbed halfway to where thestairs are bent, what crouching figure waited
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there with murderous in tint, Andno one knows what now ascends the thirteenth
step and stops and flutters like adying bird before it moans it drops.
One night I stepped into the hallreciting whispered prayers, and to my horror
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saw what stands upon the spiral stairs. There's a handful of spooky tales to
tell around Yon Foyer in a witchy, clowny stair field, nutshell and now
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the darkness at the bottom of thestairs. Pun. There's a nasty disease
going around, and it seems likeit started with some kids at a graveyard.
The first thing it happens is youget a sore throat, then you
get better, then you get afever, then you get better, then
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you get fatigued, and it justkeeps going like this. A Baker's dozen
times all because someone walked into atune and got thirteen strips. There's a
comedy club in Mexico where all thesaucy witches go to drink tequila, and
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here's some dark comedy. It's calledLa Bruhaha. Hey, them's puns.
Thanks for hanging out with me,and don't forget to follow me on the
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