December 26, 2021 • 9 mins
Bloody Axe is a scary story about a little boy that discovers on Christmas that his father is an Axe Murder. What will he do about it? Listen to find out! Merry Christminisode!
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(00:03):
Hey, Mom, did you hearthat? Hear? What? Bit?
It sounds like something magical is happeningoutside, But the winter winds whooping at
the trees and the fire crackling,it was very hard to hear. And
why is that so magical? Lisa? Did you hear it that time?
I did? But what exactly doyou think is rap tap tapping on our
(00:23):
podcast door? I don't know,Mom. Why don't you just see if
you insist? Oops? Did Isay magical? I meant monstrous? Mary
twelve Days of Christmas? Are youready for a story? Lisa? Yes,
(00:54):
say hi Hi on the first Daystmas. Tree looking to We'll try in
Okary Tree. Welcome to our firstChristmas mini episode, Our christ Men,
(01:15):
Our Chris Minnisode. Chris, Welcometo our first Chris minnisode. It works
right, yeah, Chris Minnisode numberone. Yeah, so let's read it.
I found this on Scary for Kids. It's Scary for kids. Yeah,
it's called Scary for Kids dot com. And this is called The Bloody
(01:38):
Axe. The Bloody Axe is acrazy story about a young boy who suspects
his father may be a murderer.It's based on an old horror comic that's
considered one of the scariest comics evermade. I will um link it in
the episode notes. If you wantto read it for yourself, Okay,
I will link it in the episodenotes. If our listeners want to read
(02:00):
it for themselves, yeah, Imean you can go back and read it
after we do as if you want. But yeah, I'm good. I
remember that Christmas when I was eightyears old, as if it had happened
yesterday. I remember how I wouldbuy very still under the old moth eaten
(02:20):
quilt my mother made. I waswide awake and listening for those familiar sounds,
the thump of the front door closing, the clump, clump, clump
of my father's mudcaked boots on thestairs, and the sound that to this
day still fills me with revulsion andhorror, drip, drip, drip.
(02:43):
Then my father would pass by mydoorway, and the light from the hallway
would cast his shadow on my bedroomwall, and the shadow of the bloody
axe he carried in his hands.The next morning, I would eat my
watery oatmeal in the wintry chill ofour kitchen and ask my mother, very
slowly and carefully, where was daddylast night. She would just look at
(03:05):
me with her sad, great eyes. I will never forget the pain and
the torment in those eyes. Butshe never said a word. After breakfast,
I would set about doing the choreson her little farm. My father
never did much work on the farm. He always seemed to be busy with
other matters. On those chill,windy mornings, as the snow began to
fall, I had a lot oftime to think. At school, I
(03:29):
couldn't pay much attention to my lessons. I was always lost in my own
troubling thoughts. When I got homein the evening, I would arrive just
in time to see my father leavinghis axe clutched tightly in his hands.
I rarely saw my father during thedaylight hours, and at night, all
I ever saw was a shadow.I can still vividly recall the terrible night
(03:52):
when I was awakened by the soundof the shutters on my bedroom window clattering
and the screaming December winds. Whenyou should screaming at first like a atial
person screaming, but then you said, of the December winds. You got
scared for a second. I waslike when I got up close to the
shutters. I happened to glance overat the barn and noticed a shadow out
(04:14):
in the darkness. It was myfather, and he was putting something into
the feedbox we used for the cattle. I returned to bed and lay awake
long into the night, puzzled byjust what I had seen. Eventually I
fell into a tortured and troubled sleep. The next day, my curiosity got
the better of me. I tookthe key that hung on a hook in
the kitchen and I opened the feedbox. I remember standing and staring for several
(04:39):
seconds at the foul smelling, bloodypulp inside, trying to understand why my
father would put parts of a slaughteredanimal into the feedbox. Then I noticed
something that struck horror into the pitof my soul. Standing up out of
the bloody offal was a severed humanhand. From that moment, I was
(05:01):
filled with a nameless dread. Ino longer looked at my parents with trust,
but a dark, creeping suspicion.I began to notice things that had
previously escaped my attention. Newspaper headlinesthat spoke about brutal murders and discovered bodies,
overheard conversations about a bloodthirsty fiend onthe loose. Finally, I heard
(05:24):
a boy at school utter two wordsthat repeated over and over in my tortured
mind axe murderer. That night,my sleep was invaded by shapeless horrors.
In these nightmares, I saw twoimages that haunted me constantly, the face
of my father and an axe drippingwith blood. Unable to sleep, I
(05:45):
got out of bed and crept downstairs, taking my father's axe from the
fireplace. I dimmed the lights andcrouched into the darkness at the top of
the stairs. It seemed an eternitybefore I heard the key in the lock
and the front door wing open,then close, thump. I listened for
those familiar footsteps on the stairs,clomb, clomb, clomb. Stepping out
(06:10):
of the darkness, I raised theaxe above my head and brought it crashing
down. In the eerie silence thatfollowed, I listened for the sound of
any movement from my parents' bedroom.I hoped against hope that my mother had
heard nothing. The only sound Iheard was the creaking of the floorboards beneath
(06:30):
my feet and the pounding of myheart. I looked for the last time
at the headless body that lay crumpledat the bottom of the stairs, and
then quietly tiptoed back to my bed. Early the next morning, I was
awakened by the sound of strange voicesin our hallway. Silently, I crept
to the top of the stairs andpeered down at the scene below. A
(06:51):
group of policemen were crowded around myfather's bloody corpse. My mother was standing
beside them, watching silently. Onewas paying attention, but when she glanced
up she noticed me. Then,very briefly, very discreetly, she gave
me a knowing wink. The kid'slike, I'm tired of this, and
(07:29):
the kid kills the dad. Itwas that she knew what her husband was
doing, and then she knew itwhere her son had done, and she
was covering for the both of them. So here's the pictures. Let me
go to the top, all right. So this is the first one of
the bed. It's got like anaxe over it. I'll post this and
it'll be in the show notes.So if you click on the description of
the show, click show more andthere will be links in the notes.
(07:54):
So that's creepy, like he seeshis dad coming in from the stairs.
His dad's screaming as he looks up, and then shows him actually cutting his
head off. Wow yeah and flyingdown the stairs and it goes bloom blop
bloop. Okay, So for ourfirst day of Christmas, how did you
like that song? Get back overthere? I don't know why is that
(08:15):
song? What? How did youlike that creepy story? I like it?
Okay, that is my gift toyou, a creepy story. And
hope you guys had a good Christmas. Yeah, we'll see you soon.
You can follow us on Instagram atscary in There, and you can go
like our Facebook page Scary in theirpodcast, And don't forget to check out
(08:35):
our store dualitydive dot com. Keepchecking back under Lisa's creations. We'll post
them as their mate. All right, We love you guys. Bye,
jingle bells, some go smell Bewareof mister Gray RAPPI steals children's heads and
(09:03):
escapes sunsantus like Hey, Merry Chrisminisode
Hey, Mom, did you hearthat? Hear? What? Bit?
It sounds like something magical is happeningoutside, But the winter winds whooping at
the trees and the fire crackling,it was very hard to hear. And
why is that so magical? Lisa? Did you hear it that time?
I did? But what exactly doyou think is rap tap tapping on our
(00:23):
podcast door? I don't know,Mom. Why don't you just see if
you insist? Oops? Did Isay magical? I meant monstrous? Mary
twelve Days of Christmas? Are youready for a story? Lisa? Yes,
(00:54):
say hi Hi on the first Daystmas. Tree looking to We'll try in
Okary Tree. Welcome to our firstChristmas mini episode, Our christ Men,
(01:15):
Our Chris Minnisode. Chris, Welcometo our first Chris minnisode. It works
right, yeah, Chris Minnisode numberone. Yeah, so let's read it.
I found this on Scary for Kids. It's Scary for kids. Yeah,
it's called Scary for Kids dot com. And this is called The Bloody
(01:38):
Axe. The Bloody Axe is acrazy story about a young boy who suspects
his father may be a murderer.It's based on an old horror comic that's
considered one of the scariest comics evermade. I will um link it in
the episode notes. If you wantto read it for yourself, Okay,
I will link it in the episodenotes. If our listeners want to read
(02:00):
it for themselves, yeah, Imean you can go back and read it
after we do as if you want. But yeah, I'm good. I
remember that Christmas when I was eightyears old, as if it had happened
yesterday. I remember how I wouldbuy very still under the old moth eaten
(02:20):
quilt my mother made. I waswide awake and listening for those familiar sounds,
the thump of the front door closing, the clump, clump, clump
of my father's mudcaked boots on thestairs, and the sound that to this
day still fills me with revulsion andhorror, drip, drip, drip.
(02:43):
Then my father would pass by mydoorway, and the light from the hallway
would cast his shadow on my bedroomwall, and the shadow of the bloody
axe he carried in his hands.The next morning, I would eat my
watery oatmeal in the wintry chill ofour kitchen and ask my mother, very
slowly and carefully, where was daddylast night. She would just look at
(03:05):
me with her sad, great eyes. I will never forget the pain and
the torment in those eyes. Butshe never said a word. After breakfast,
I would set about doing the choreson her little farm. My father
never did much work on the farm. He always seemed to be busy with
other matters. On those chill,windy mornings, as the snow began to
fall, I had a lot oftime to think. At school, I
(03:29):
couldn't pay much attention to my lessons. I was always lost in my own
troubling thoughts. When I got homein the evening, I would arrive just
in time to see my father leavinghis axe clutched tightly in his hands.
I rarely saw my father during thedaylight hours, and at night, all
I ever saw was a shadow.I can still vividly recall the terrible night
(03:52):
when I was awakened by the soundof the shutters on my bedroom window clattering
and the screaming December winds. Whenyou should screaming at first like a atial
person screaming, but then you said, of the December winds. You got
scared for a second. I waslike when I got up close to the
shutters. I happened to glance overat the barn and noticed a shadow out
(04:14):
in the darkness. It was myfather, and he was putting something into
the feedbox we used for the cattle. I returned to bed and lay awake
long into the night, puzzled byjust what I had seen. Eventually I
fell into a tortured and troubled sleep. The next day, my curiosity got
the better of me. I tookthe key that hung on a hook in
the kitchen and I opened the feedbox. I remember standing and staring for several
(04:39):
seconds at the foul smelling, bloodypulp inside, trying to understand why my
father would put parts of a slaughteredanimal into the feedbox. Then I noticed
something that struck horror into the pitof my soul. Standing up out of
the bloody offal was a severed humanhand. From that moment, I was
(05:01):
filled with a nameless dread. Ino longer looked at my parents with trust,
but a dark, creeping suspicion.I began to notice things that had
previously escaped my attention. Newspaper headlinesthat spoke about brutal murders and discovered bodies,
overheard conversations about a bloodthirsty fiend onthe loose. Finally, I heard
(05:24):
a boy at school utter two wordsthat repeated over and over in my tortured
mind axe murderer. That night,my sleep was invaded by shapeless horrors.
In these nightmares, I saw twoimages that haunted me constantly, the face
of my father and an axe drippingwith blood. Unable to sleep, I
(05:45):
got out of bed and crept downstairs, taking my father's axe from the
fireplace. I dimmed the lights andcrouched into the darkness at the top of
the stairs. It seemed an eternitybefore I heard the key in the lock
and the front door wing open,then close, thump. I listened for
those familiar footsteps on the stairs,clomb, clomb, clomb. Stepping out
(06:10):
of the darkness, I raised theaxe above my head and brought it crashing
down. In the eerie silence thatfollowed, I listened for the sound of
any movement from my parents' bedroom.I hoped against hope that my mother had
heard nothing. The only sound Iheard was the creaking of the floorboards beneath
(06:30):
my feet and the pounding of myheart. I looked for the last time
at the headless body that lay crumpledat the bottom of the stairs, and
then quietly tiptoed back to my bed. Early the next morning, I was
awakened by the sound of strange voicesin our hallway. Silently, I crept
to the top of the stairs andpeered down at the scene below. A
(06:51):
group of policemen were crowded around myfather's bloody corpse. My mother was standing
beside them, watching silently. Onewas paying attention, but when she glanced
up she noticed me. Then,very briefly, very discreetly, she gave
me a knowing wink. The kid'slike, I'm tired of this, and
(07:29):
the kid kills the dad. Itwas that she knew what her husband was
doing, and then she knew itwhere her son had done, and she
was covering for the both of them. So here's the pictures. Let me
go to the top, all right. So this is the first one of
the bed. It's got like anaxe over it. I'll post this and
it'll be in the show notes.So if you click on the description of
the show, click show more andthere will be links in the notes.
(07:54):
So that's creepy, like he seeshis dad coming in from the stairs.
His dad's screaming as he looks up, and then shows him actually cutting his
head off. Wow yeah and flyingdown the stairs and it goes bloom blop
bloop. Okay, So for ourfirst day of Christmas, how did you
like that song? Get back overthere? I don't know why is that
(08:15):
song? What? How did youlike that creepy story? I like it?
Okay, that is my gift toyou, a creepy story. And
hope you guys had a good Christmas. Yeah, we'll see you soon.
You can follow us on Instagram atscary in There, and you can go
like our Facebook page Scary in theirpodcast, And don't forget to check out
(08:35):
our store dualitydive dot com. Keepchecking back under Lisa's creations. We'll post
them as their mate. All right, We love you guys. Bye,
jingle bells, some go smell Bewareof mister Gray RAPPI steals children's heads and
(09:03):
escapes sunsantus like Hey, Merry Chrisminisode
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