The Animals On My Farm Kill Their Newborns | CreepCast

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These stories that come recommended, we have a few authors who we've read stories before who have come to the tales from the creeps subreddit and they have like given a ton of advice to writers and we've been kind of in communication with them about what they ping of some of the better stories that the community really likes. Some of them being imperial and active, friend of the show, who's recommended stories like this and also these are ones a lot of the time you scroll through tales from the creeps, a lot of stories will have people saying like, I hope the boys read this stuff like that so these are a couple of those tales from the creeps is awesome because it's people who enjoy the show who, you know, not to say they're just submitting stories hoping they get read but they get to have a community of writers who can give them feedback, you know, people enjoy reading scary stories and every now and then a few of them do get read it and I think that's great. So I always like covering stuff from them, but our two authors today is the author from breathless, the Republic and the author of deer pit, verdant, voidling, both of them posted a ton in our slash creep cast and tells from the creeps. So they seem pretty into the pretty down with the community. Obviously they posted stories here. I'm excited to read about them. I like the idea of reading some viewer stories. It's always been something that we've been talking about for a long time wanting to do on the channel. So now letting the back catalog build up a bit more at first, when we first do it, first doing it, it was like, we were like, how do we, do we just actively start reading these right away? It's been, in my opinion, a good way of letting things build up, letting an audience actually build up there versus people just rushing to dump something out there hoping that, you know, I will say everything we've read. We have a very talented audience. Oh, yeah, there've been some bangers all, all good eggs so far. Yeah, the one we read recently about the, the mermaid gosh, that was good. That was a lovely one. I love that one. Wonderful. The more the more I think about the more I see on that one, the more I like it. So we got that. We also have something else cool for the audience. Yeah, give stand up and show it off here. We have one of a new piece of merch. You guys might remember last time he's on the set. It's the frog shirt show, we'll show up some graphics as well. The frog shirt. We also have Isaiah's dental photo shirt. We have the shirt that is the photo of my lips because it was inevitable. It made it on to someone. Go ahead. Here he's going to top toss him one. Go ahead and stand back up. I'll give us a nice rundown here while you stand up and show it off his beautiful, his beautiful shirt here with his dental record. You can show that off to your family and friends. Looks very nice. And of course we have the smile dog shirt throws the smile dog. And then the smile dog shirt, which used to be coming up pretty soon. I know people have been asking for some merch. We got the nice smile dog shirt from my lovely drawing. Yeah, there was going to be a huge cock on it, but now people said that probably wouldn't that probably wouldn't fly. So more new merch coming very soon. If not right now, link will be up or it will be up soon. So be looking out for some new merch coming up. Also, just want to take time and say thank you to our audio listeners over on Apple Podcasts and Spotify, all that jazz. Thank you for giving us a nice rating there. It actually does help quite a bit. And of course, last but certainly not least is our patrons who get extra content on the side. We did a vlog. We did a lot of housewalks on a house vlog. We're going to go. We're doing like a little movie chat about the Lee Cronin's mummy. There's a couple author interviews, there's a couple author interviews. There's more stuff coming and also exclusive Patreon stories that we just read that are either too short here or just some nice little goodies for the patron. So if you're interested in supporting the channel, please consider signing up. It does help us out a lot. All right, ready. Let's begin with breathless. I think I lost them. Surely I ran as fast as my muscles grant me. I crossed rivers. I trek through the mountains. I burn my feet and hands on scalding hot sand. I ran and ran so hard my breath became fiery and aching. My eyes can only see so far, but that's good enough for me. There's no way that they could cover all of that distance. I'm certain of it. The hills have always offered refuge from the bitter biding wind, but I seek them with a different goal. I need to rest on lush, soft grass, or the only tree for miles around. There are cuts up and down my legs. Some so deep, I can see the stringy muscle underneath. I take my long overdue seat by the lonesome tree's trunk. Sensation drains for my overworked limbs. More hot breath escapes my lungs and scalds my tongue. Breathing was never this hard. Don't know what to do. Usually, all it took to escape were quick bursts. Before the dust even settled, it'd be long gone. This was different. It started at the valley when the herd was at its most vulnerable. Long marches take their toll on even the heartiest beast. That long, awaited drink of water kept everyone moving. I was near the helm of the herd. My steady pace afforded me a more comfortable stride. It's always a chore to live so far from the water's edge, but the best yield of fodder grows further away. It should have been like any other march. The wind had died down. The sun wasn't as abusive. Our health was in order. The shimmering ripples signaled to the herd and invited them to dip their lips and clear. Chris blind. That's when it happened. That moment, our soft underbelly exposed an ear blistering chant booming out among calm waters. When a tip skewered the helm went down without so much as an exhale. What is with our viewers being mid-century poets. So many of them will have this like in a good way. I mean, this is a compliment. We'll have this flowery language. Because I feel like we read so many creepypastas and like no sleep stories and stuff where it's just like, I'm a guy who's scared. You know, it's like, I'm just talking, I don't know what's going on. But then our audience will always be like, long and the time long ago in land was free. I don't know. I feel like there are a lot of it's it's trying to be a little show ponies and I think they're I think that they know that it's going to get your jimmies all riled up. You know, you know, honestly, what I think it might be part of it. We read so much no sleep, right. But the whole thing of no sleep is it has to be someone posting the story. It has to be a reason it's there. So you can't be like, I'm reading this story and I don't know if we're hearing like a herder or if this is from the perspective of an animal. I keep thinking it's a perspective of the animal. Yeah, it sounds like a buffalo or some animal like a gazelle or something. Yeah, I'm talking. Yeah, post removed. Oxes can't use computers. A gazelle from the 1800s could never type like this. Yeah. So, but it creates more room or creative writing when you don't have such tight restraints. So I think that's the reason that we see the potential for such better language out of tales from the creeps that no sleep because there's not such a strict parameter that someone has to be posting a reddit. You know, I was just making an advert for our subreddit instead of our slash no sleep. Yeah. So actually, I was actually really cool. That's half the podcast at this point. I was talking on no sleep and then talking about why are stuff better. Don't really believe that, but we're just we're making jokes. I want to preface as a joke. The number of times we've been like, band, it's a joke. I don't know about that joke. I want to be have, I want to have an audible record that it's a joke. Remember, who's story was it? One incredible story we read. It was the one, gosh, I feel like we did. I'm pretty stuck in the basement. No, not that one of that one. Why did you bring that one up? Because it's bad. Oh, well, yeah. Monster Hunter, huh? Yeah. Well, yes. I mean, obviously, but that's not the one I'm thinking of. I'm thinking of the one about the guy who his family was being turned into aliens or something like that. It ends with him in his room and he can hear them on the other side of the door and he sees his dad's mouth. And that guy in the comments was like this, he posted, that's right. He posted it to our creep cast before tails from the creeps. And he said, thanks for all the support here. It got banned from no sleep because not enough happened. We should ban it. It's like, what are you? Yeah, we should have got rid of it. We should have moved the post where the what the fuck even happened. But I mean, rules like that's insane. Like, well, it's also it's I think it's all dependent on the mod. Oh, I'm sure there it is. Yeah, but that being said, I think that's why we see such potential for writing ability here because this is beautiful so far. The way it said, a rain of barbs followed closely behind our young didn't stand a chance. All at once, the once united herd scattered like a flock of birds. We bolted in every direction. All of us, the young, the old, disoriented, clean and fragments. We abandoned the herd. My group was filled with many able bodied, but there were inklings of heavy burden among our ranks. After a long sprint into the mountains, he rested on soft pastures. The air became thick with gas, it wasn't that unusual, for we recovered well from the short bursts. We became settled in and all fell asleep, all except me. I ruminated on the earlier events, mouths full of pointed teeth, never fashion those kinds of tools, small ones with swarm, big ones with clamped down, slender ones with ambush. These things surrounded us and formed a kill circle. Quick succession, they brought down their instruments and bashed in the unfortunate skulls. Even though they sparked a new sensation in all of us that day, I was certain we'd never see them again in the mountains. I was ready to fall asleep, the exhaustion of running finally catching up to me. I closed my eyes, snapped, sit waves through us, those not quick enough to get to their feet we're dealt with. I bolted with the others, but as I turned my head, there I saw, with the horrible beings. They stood on top of felled elders, and icy pike pierced through me, the sensation became reinforced. That became our new norm. I'm not a shame to admit I was the last one left, but I'll feel guilty of being the fastest, the most endured, or the most agile. It's not my fault the others fell because we all had a chance, it's not my fault that I never looked back, not responsible for their failings. Every time they cut up to me, I pushed my body to its limits, still they closed the distance and I would try to create a gap between. They never failed to trail close behind me. When I rested, they kept moving. When I ate, they grew closer. When I needed to heed the call of nature, it wouldn't be far behind. Time and time again, it took advantage of my exhaustion and stalked me intently. Every close call left me scarred. Every near fatal encounter bled me of my energy. Once, they nearly caught me. My legs were shaking, my eyes were blurry haze, and saliva was pouring out of my mouth. One of the monsters brought a cold, sharp stone to my throat, squirmed my way out, it cost me my shoulder. My trot became a hobble and even that grew into a limp. You must understand, I'm not supposed to fill this way, I'm not supposed to keep using my last resorts, I'm not supposed to fill my heart, pump so hard that my whole chest grows in pain, I'm not supposed to keep looking over my shoulder, worried that something is ready to lunge out and in me, I'm not supposed to feel anxiety, yet I do. It's so wrong. No matter how hard I try, no matter how fast I run, no matter how fierce my will to live became, I'm not supposed to escape the slow death, until now. I'm set by a weathered and lonely tree atop a tall hill, and smile, and I felt relieved and fulfilled at my efforts, I can't see them, no matter how hard I strain my eyes, nothing. I'm free. The sky must have felt reprieve, for in that moment I saw a gathering of black clouds in the horizon, I would finally fill their gentle touch and their soothing rains, lulled me to a well-deserved sleep, funny, so clouds close in on me, and have sworn their thunder sounded like heavy footsteps. This is pretty good, it's just like an animal running, being hunted by people. It's kind of weird that you could kind of interpret it in a way that it's another human being or something, if you wanted to. I mean, I believe, I mean, you know, the trot and all that kind of stuff is still, you have a fun. There's a fun way to decipher it, that it could be human, but I mean, yeah, coming from the perspective of an animal with unrelentless human-tunting them, I mean, there is even lines of being like riding the elders, which means it, like, horses, or, you know, they were using other animals to hunt them, it's pretty fun, but I do like this idea that it's a little, it's pretty open, but it's a fun, it's a fun, I guess, a game of cat and mouse with humans and, like, just from the perspective of the hunted animal, yeah, which I think was pretty fun. But I think it's, it's a, yeah, just nice, yeah, there's a scripture of like, they're all the watering hole and then there's a cluster, they don't know where to run and everyone fragments out and stuff like that, how terrifying that would be from that perspective, yeah. Yeah. Wait, you're, did you depict this? I did. I liked it. 1800s kind of. Well, it, well, it's all about bow and arrows. Yeah, not, so not rifle hunting, yeah, it's like a bone arrow, so you go even further back, say it's like 1700s or something like that, they would have had 1400s, I don't think they were doing well, I mean, they had the long bow back then or 1300s, we just keep going, if you're 1200s, 1100s, 1000s, 900, 800. The thing about never supposed to fill anxiety or like tear behind me, maybe it's like a predatory animal of some kind, something that hunts out there, maybe it's something mighty. It's not like a bison, I think bison's a good one because it's like what would they have to fear naturally, other than man, right? I mean, that's what it meant by I'm not supposed to fill fear, I'm not supposed to fill anxiety stuff like that. There's a lot with just the language that's used, there's a lot you could glean on, they're made different. Just even the story of, from the perspective of an animal is just fun, yeah, fun approach. Yeah, very, oh, mother horse eyes, the cat segments, I do think that the, it is funny thinking that a bison's on like a Mac type of this story, took him a long time, has tiny glasses and he's like, pushes it up. You ever seen a bison before? Yeah, they're huge, they're awesome, they're very cute, they do, yeah, like them and they're tiny eyes. Yeah, very small eyes proportionate, I love it, they're so big and they like sit there and you like drive by and people as, people are always like, whoa, they always just look at you like. I remember, I went to, it was like this old reenactment camp and they had a bison there that had been like raised from a baby by people, so it was real friendly and the lady was trying to explain to us like, this is Tom, the bison or whatever and it comes up to her real slow and it gets behind her and it just like, it's head is her entire body size, right? And it keeps pushing her, like it's trying to gently nuzzle her but every time it does it like knocks her on the ground and then she's like, he really likes to be pet and she'll pet on the little and the moment she stops, he's like, and just topples her over again, just by like moving his head a little bit. So they're very sweet. Uh, if you had a bison, would you name it? It's got to start with a B, right? So that's not true, that one was named Tom. Well, I was just kind of making up a name, but I like, I like Bobby, Bobby the bison, Bobby the bison. What would you name a bison? With how bison's look, I name meatloaf, that's a cute name for a bison, I like that meatloaf. 1300. All right. So that was our story. Again, the author of that story is named, uh, the Republic and they've posted a lot to like tell some creeps. Be sure to check out more of the stuff. Love them. Link in the description. You're going to be kind of a fun angle. That story too. It was the angle from the bird watching it all go down, huh? Just keep potential. Hey, Republic, sequel, bait that you can have the one for free first, the first line. I'm a cardinal and I just witness something bad. Sounds, sounds, Catholic. Yeah. How much father Mogahee touched a child? It feels like, have you seen in like, I'm a cartoon does, I'm a cardinal. I see with the show. Okay. Have you seen those, like, those posts on Instagram or like in the comments where someone will say something and someone else pretends like they were there, like keeps going? What do you mean? Like a class, like, a girl will post a hot pick of herself and someone will come and be like, I just felt like someone will come and say, I just fell to my knees and Walmart and someone else will come and be like, I just watched a guy fall to his knees and Walmart. Oh, I so an else will be like, I'm on the security camera. And Walmart and someone, yeah, they'll do that. Someone the other day where these guys, contractors were talking about like messed up stuff they did in people's houses. Some girl posted was like, we hired a group of guys to redo our drywall and then someone knocked a hole in the drywall and it was full of Mcultra cans, like in the wall. Someone else replied, it was like, I did this house a while back and we got hammered and we just threw the Mcultra cans under the wall. And someone else was like, our technical ultra and I sold like it, they keep the joke going, you could do that with this, where it's like from the cardinals perspective, from the horses perspective, from like another bison's perspective, just watch the whole thing go down, just keep, keep going. But on the third installment, I would go bison cardinal and then I would go, uh, I'd go little boy, little boy, why, why is that because then you get the perspective of man, but the innocence of man. Right. That's deep, man. That's cool. And then God, to be your fourth one, it's like God, watch it. What do you think God looks like, man, man, because the Bible says we're made in the image of God. Oh, it's a thing that God, I think he fibbed about that, I think that was a fib. Right there, I mean, I look like you, I think he looks like a fucking sick storm cloud. i mean he's he's capable of it anything. So when when nothing but Spanish that's how it. Okay, when Moses goes to when Moses goes to the the mountaintop who's Moses God speaks to him through the thunderstorm through the lightning and then Elijah when he goes to Mount Horeb he has spoken to eventually through a still small voice but says before there's like lightning and thunder and fire. So God can appear as whatever he wants. The burning bush speaks for the burning bush for gay. For gay. So guy did when Moses gathered up all his animals. That's Noah. Moses didn't mostly did the ark. That's Noah. Noah's ark. Noah's ark. What Moses do? He was the one who led the is relights out of Egypt and then wandered through the desert tin commandments all that. He did the tin commandments. Mm-hmm. A bus kill. It's like Martin Luther hammering that those laws. You consider Martin Luther a bus kill. Kind of. Right. Everybody know he was usually just like actually these rules. Oh, I was thinking Martin Luther King. I thought you were saying him okay was a bus kill. It's a crazy thing. His name is Martin Luther, right? Yeah. Okay. Yeah. I heard that the day I was like I feel like that's not correct. No, it's Martin Luther. He was fucked up. I suggested his name was Derek Luther. I don't like there's no reason it was not. No, not. I Derek Luther. Don't agree with these rules. No, Martin Luther. Yeah. 95 these on the church store. Yeah. You want to always piss me off about that? Why can't you just make it a hundred? 95 really? Couldn't add five more in. Oh, that's true. I mean, just not even a hundred I mean. How many is it? It looks like a hundred. You couldn't be more wrong. It's 95. I haven't read all of them, but I wonder what the last like 10 are. It's like how Netpicky could he get? Let me see. This is a fun aside. Great cast reviews. Martin Luther's 95. So it just got just a bold. It says 67 thres. 67 through 95. He says he attacks the the pardoners who promote indulgences over the gospel, arguing that money should be given to the poor rather than buying indulgences. Basically, it's him just being like, why the fuck? Why do we have a gold door? Well, indulgences were specifically payments that you can make for prayers to get people out of purgatory into heaven. Oh, the heaven, the heaven bonds whatever. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Which was a big no, no, and like, but like historically, a bunch of people freak out about that time is come during like, you know, some bad stuff going on in Europe and whatnot. Like what? Like the, let's see, that was 15. I was 14, the red scare. No, it happens with my wife every month. Okay. So there was a, so not on the original schedule, but we wanted this episode to be a bit longer for you all. And we found an author we really liked from an episode about a radio that may or not may not be up yet. I'm not sure when all of these were batch recording will get posted. But this story is also about animals. We thought this was the perfect place to slide it in at. So hopefully you like it. It's called the animals on my farm always kill their newborns. This is one of two stories as far as I can see, ever posted by the Reddit user, Gretel cat to our slash no sleep. And the other story they did was phenomenal. No, it's really good. Yeah, we saw the tie elect. We read that one on a previous day. And then we thought we should just put this in with the animal episode because it's, yeah, I mean, I mean, it's like they've had two stories. One was a banger. We're like, we should read the animal one. And then we were talking about this episode. And it's like, Oh, this could use another one. I know the perfect animal story. It's a great title too. I mean, yeah, yeah, it adds intrigue and stuff like that. And if I, again, I don't know if the radio ones up. Yes, you're not. But we really liked it. I imagine you all would like it to. So I'm excited to see what else they have in store. Yeah. I mean, let's fucking dive in. So another Creeple Creeple, another creepy animal story animals on my farm always kill their newborns by Gretel cat. Link in the description, of course. Before I take my life tonight, I need to write down what brought me to this point. All right. Well, you know, some of them got a build up. Some of them just jump right in just for my own sanity, just as a catharsis. If I'm feeling brave, I'll post it on the internet when I'm done. And if I do, if I'm actually talking to some human soul out there, know that I am an eternal piece as you read this. My favorite animal on my fiance's farm, sausage. She was an enormous hog who might have been intimidating if she wasn't so lovey-dovey. Sausage acted like a dog whenever I came around. Always wanted to be scratched behind the ears and made little grunts and snorts if I wasn't giving her enough attention. In fact, she was the one who sold me on the whole farm thing. It was scary for me to move in with Anthony and his sheep, goats, chickens, turkeys, pigs, donkey, and cats. Before that, I had owned a total of two fish in a hermit crab. Do you guys have pigs? No, I don't think they're good. Have you ever been around pigs and stuff like that? Oh, yeah. They're fun. They're like chill. Okay, they're dicks. You know, like them. I saw they don't like them. They're just assholes. They're just messy dickheads. They can be very aggressive and dickhead as you know, the whole thing. They're so smart. They're just like fucking rolling around the mud. They're just like screeching. Young pigs can really be poor as mostly. If you ever, you've heard the thing about like you can throw a dead body to pigs and they'll like clean it super fast, eat pieces of it and stuff. They can be mean, but I was in love with him and he was in love with me, even in spite of all my anxieties and manias and foibles. I took a leap of faith moving onto his 40 acre Midwest ranch a few months before the wedding. His father had raised him here, but it passed away a year before we met. After only a few days, I stopped nagging him about selling the property and moving closer to a city. Just a few days. That's how long it took for sweet sausage to teach me the farm animals were not pets, but like judgemental of you. It's how it originally told Tony. She was smart and affectionate. She was my friend. It didn't take long before I developed similar sentiments towards the rest of my new family. Sausage was pregnant when I moved in and she was due to give birth just one week after Anthony and I returned from our honeymoon. Though I was on the verge of having a panic attack the whole time, I was there from start to finish delivering all four piglets. They seemed healthy and I was overwhelmingly proud of myself. Following day, he brought over the two little boys who lived across the street and I was, was tradition to name the newbies. The run was not so creatively, christened pee-wee. For a few days, everything went well. The new piglets required a lot of care but were super cute. Besides, I was confident that between Sausage's nurturing disposition and Tony's expertise, they could make up for whatever I messed up. The piglets were only a few days old when everything happened. After the chores were done for the day, Tony and I fell asleep holding each other like the happy newlyweds we were. I hadn't been out for long when a deafening squeal shattered my sleep. I spasmed away from Tony and whipped my head towards the window. I can't even describe the feeling that swelled in my chest at that noise. It was shrill, desperate, horrified. The two of us flew downstairs and across the field to the pigpin. By the time we had reached the front door, the squeal tapered off like a stereo being unplugged. With just the light of the moon to guide us, I didn't make out what was happening until we were a few steps from the pin. God, I'm in tears remembering this. Or pee-wee. His little body was just destroyed. It looked like he had been banged against the wall repeatedly. His legs were dislocated, his body swelling with bruises. His tiny nose twitching as though it were the first step to being able to move again. But he would never move again. This glassy little lies rolled towards us as we burst through the gate. There was sausage, calm as ever, looming over her newborn. Mechanically almost gently, she gathered pee-wee by a scruff and jerked back her head. "No sausage! No!" I shouted. I was about to lunge at her, but Tony grabbed my arm. I made a hysterical whimper as the pig slammed it snouted into the ground with pee-wee in her mouth. The ensuing crunchy noise almost brought me to my knees. Tony whispered, "It's over wonder. He's gone." He was right. pee-wee was probably dead the incident made contact with the turd. I wasn't sure how many time sausage had smashed him into the ground like this before we arrived, but I understood why Tony had held me back. Fides stopped her just then. It would have been responsible for a mercy killing. Most humane thing was to let nature take its course. What the hell was natural about any of this? Have you ever witnessed like an animal just do something really messed up? I mean like one thing that was brutal was fucking living on this farm and stuff. It's like coyotes and cows and possums killing all that. My favorite farm animals are donkeys and ducks. I love them and yeah we've had like before we had a lot of like fortified stuff. We've had to like reconfigure how just to approach like how to keep the duck super safe and stuff from the best you can. I mean shit's gonna happen, but coyotes are ruthless man. Coyotes are fucking ruthless, possums are ruthless, but mostly coyotes just will tear the shit up and you kind of come out and it's just a massacre and it's kind of sucks. Yeah. Yeah we uh most of the people around home like if they I get a coyote. It's like all right everyone. - One, ring, ring the gun, like-- - Yeah, I just, and I, I'm the worst with it. My wife is way, way better. You know, my wife and her boyfriend really handled, no, the, uh, I, I, I just, - They let you play this. - I can't, I, I have never, ironically, I've never been good with like killing animals, like even like my dad to take me on hunting trips, all that shit. I just can't do it. I just, even, even like it's, it's just a, I, I just fucking can't. It's, I, yeah. So, it just, it, tears my fucking heart open. I remember one time. This, I remember being a kid. You, no, when you're a kid and you see like your dad or like an adult do something, you're like, wow. That, that's, he's cool. One of the first moments I had that with my dad is when I was five or six years old. Uh, we had found a kitten. We lived like, middle of nowhere, Kentucky, way out in the woods. One night, a little kitten showed up, uh, and like, we're like, oh, mom, can we keep it, blah, blah, blah? Uh, and I think we named it Kitty, because I was the oldest at five. So like my four and two year old sisters were like, Kitty's perfect. So we, we would feed it milk and we would like, hand it a little pieces of ham and stuff like that. Um, and we had it two days. And I was like, excuse me, every blah, blah. And we were outside with it one night. And, uh, we were on the back porch and it was kind of, nose in the morning. It was kind of like wobbling around, looking, and sniffed and it went under the porch. We had a little wooded porch. And then we heard it scream. And I was like, oh, what's that? And my mom heard us inside of what happened as it got down there and a possum was down there and just shredded it, seemingly killed it. Uh, and I remember being like so heartbroken about that. Like, oh, little Kitty. Like I just, I still remember seeing the wood porch and seeing blood up the side of it. Uh, and my dad was like, never again. So that night, he got a bunch of leftovers and trash. And he went out, we had this huge open backyard. And he just laid leftovers all out in the yard. He got up on the second story of the house with a shotgun. And he said in that window, and I remember laying down in bed that night and all night just boom. 20 minutes. Boom. His dad set up all night and just killed anything that came into the yard. The next day, he had killed 11 possum garbage. And four raccoon, he had the garbage drink throwing up picking up stuff. Shot. But I remember after that being like, wow, my dad really loves me. He just obliterated though, he loves me. That's like, you'll never hurt Kitty. But now, animals do some more stuff. I remember we were a guy that asked us to come shoot prairie dog because they were like getting all the animals sick and destroying farmland. We had shot one. And then another prairie dog had come out of the hole and dragged it back down into the hole. And I was like, oh, that's kind of sad. Like, their friends dined so they drag it in. That's heartbreaking. We walked up to the hole later. They were eating it. The moment any of them got hurt, the others were like, oh, it's like, OK, well, I don't feel bad anymore. Animals are stupid. Animals are fucking dumb. They're just hungry. They want to fucking, they want to sleep. It's the only one to do. Tony had tears in his eyes as he scooped up three remaining piglets who were cowering in a corner. Meanwhile, sausage nudged the body of her run and satisfied that he was thoroughly dead, meandered over to the slop tub. I watched Tony deposit the piglets in the next pin over so that a swathe fence separated them from their mother. He told me to wait inside while he buried Peewee. I was all cried out by the time he came upstairs. He looked more innovative than I had ever seen him. Soaked in sweat and smudged with dirt. Tony set a cross for me on the bed. He didn't say anything for a long time. Finally, he raised his brown eyes to mine and said, "Honey, there's something I haven't told you." I can count on one hand the number of times I've heard him call me by my full name. Chill ran up my spine. Well, what? This, what happened tonight is nothing new. All the animals in the farm kill the newborns, one by one, unless they are separated immediately. I don't know why. I mean, honestly, there's no explanation I've ever found for this behavior. It's just, it is always happening on this farm. You looked away, I scared you closer. How is that possible? I don't know. I'm sorry, it's not a satisfying answer, but it's all I can tell you. But, but even saucy. I asked him, bokeh in the nickname, I'd give him my favorite farm animal. All of them wanted all of them. And I know you're wondering why I didn't separate the babies right away. And it's just because I was being selfish. I watched them clench, clench his fist. I didn't want to have, I didn't want to tell you this ever. And I guess I just hope that it had been in my head all along. You know, another dad's gone. And you and I are starting our life together. I just thought, rather than separating them like my family had been doing for years, you should see what would happen. Maybe the curse had never existed in the first place. And I would never have been in this awful conversation with you, but look what that got us. Tear fell onto the bed. I like that, that's a very human thing. We're like, if your family's just been like, we gotta keep them separate, gotta keep them separate. And like, you never saw it firsthand. Your dad's gone, you're like, yeah, maybe not. And then it happens, you're like, okay, well, maybe so. Right. For the next several days, Tony wouldn't look me in the eye. You would think it was him out there torturing Pee Wee that night. It's how ashamed he was. Seeing how profoundly this instance affected him just made me love him more. I've told him as much time and again since that day. He has never believed me. There's one, that's a very sweet thing. There was one time. I know I keep talking about animal stories. Be kind of crazy too if they have a kid and the mom just wants to kill them. That's where I fear. I feel like it's going that way. I think that's why the tone in this is gonna be. And also at that point, what counts is not a kid anymore. How long does the mom have to be away from the kid? Where's like, I remember one time we found mice in the garage. And I had found a mother that was nursing a bunch of them. And I saved it. And literally everyone I knew made fun of me, but Kayla thought it was very sweet. That's cool. - Your dad can't slap me. - Then my dad came. - Boom. Boom. - Boom. - Boom. - That's okay. - That's like a movie too. - Don't never take kidding. - Daddy. - What's he been doing here? - 24. - Daddy, you're like rustic with that. - Baby, get into it. - Yes. - I'll be. - (laughs) - The dance killer. - (laughs) - Then we're down to pet go. And that was the first in fantasy that I witnessed on Anthony's family farm. Four years and several deaths have transpired since then. We try to keep the animals separated. Obviously, they do to reproduce to sustain the farm, but sometimes the killings happen before we even knew the mother was giving birth. I wanna make a laundry list because obviously these things aren't pleasant for me to relive, but one other episode that I constantly have nightmares about, snoozers. Snoozers was a barn cat. It would appear curled up, nappied, and random places on the farm. Sometimes we wouldn't see her for days. Tony and I had been talking about how she was getting big enough for us to assume she was pregnant. And we try to keep it on her, but you know, cats, she came and went and she pleased. We really started to get worried when we didn't see her for almost two weeks. That's when I was certain that she had given birth and I feared for the lives of those helpless infant kittens. What could we do? I went on with my farm chores, having taken on more responsibility once Anthony got promoted. It was a quality assurance specialist for the USDA and his new position many occasionally had to travel to conduct trainings. Mid-morning was when I got around to changing out all the food and water. As I walked over to the goats' pin, I noticed snoozers lounging on a pile of hay. Snoozers! I churped it once thrilled and terrified. She was noticeably thinner. I didn't see the kittens. Oddly, this made me feel much better. It would have put a madding pressure on me to rescue them. And I would spend every second until Tony came home, feeling like I had to protect them with my life. I just wasn't equipped to handle something like this on my own. Honestly, I was fine pretending she had never been pregnant at all. I slipped into the pin and knelt down to pet snoozers. Clump of orange fur stretched and did a happy cat blank as I stroked her. At the insistence of the goats, I stood up and went to give them fresh water. Now, the water was in a big, black tin gallon tub in the corner of the pin. We changed it every few days. By day three, the water was murky with hay, dirt, food, and whatever other yuckiness the goats had on their mouths when they went to drink. Tiny as I am, I struggled to pick it up and pitch it over the fence. I heard the water splash onto the ground, followed by five or six distinct, ploppin' noises. I was so shocked I dropped the tub. Line on the ground, in front of me, were the shriveled, soaking wet bodies of snoozers' kittens. They were so little that their eyes had not even opened yet. Shakeily, it got to my knees and stared with tearful eyes at the corpses. The most frightening part was the lack of injuries. They didn't even have the self-awareness or strength to fight for their lives. All I could imagine was snoozers taking her kittens in her mouth one by one and systematically holding them under water until they stopped moving. None of the food or water got switched until that evening. I spent the whole day in bed trying to get Tony on the phone. He'd be home tomorrow afternoon. Until then, he suggested. Put a towel over the kittens and he would take care of them when he returned. And I wish I could say the reason I'm writing now is because I am fearing for the life of another animal. But God, it is so much worse than that. Of course, Anthony and I had a discussion about this shortly after we found out I was pregnant. Uh-oh. What if it happens to me? What if I try to kill the baby? Wanda sweetheart. He said, running to hand through my hair. I promise, that's not going to happen. I was raised on this, I was raised on this farm, remember? Our baby's going to be happy and healthy. If you have to separate the humans, surely to God, his parents would tell him that, right? You would think, but all of a sudden-- It's going to be a Tommy Taffy scenario where they don't mention them for years. Oh, shit had done that. Also, I legitimately, when they were talking about, I heard the plops on the ground. I just pictured your dad going over with the cats and just being like, and dropping him into the bucket. My dad killed the animals to save. My daddy killed them to save them. Not hurt them. Well, it's more of like a bad kid. It's more of an idiot. Well, we got kittens after that. So dad was like, if we get more, they're not going to-- Yeah, they're not going to be around to kill him again. No. My dad would never kill an animal. Sure. But that would never kill an animal. No, no. Is evil, have. Meow. And dad's a nice man. Meow. [LAUGHTER] Bob, and then they'll be able to pick him up with his mouth. Wow. [LAUGHTER] Hey. They wronged me, never again, ever again. I would do the exact same thing, million percent. If my daughter had a little kitty, he got killed by the son. Dad, look at this. If talk, it comes up. And her little kitty gets killed by a possum. I'm name following the woods. Everything I can kill. You have to take up the mantle. Yeah. Anything in that woods is dying. That would be great. Turkey, the deer, another cat. It doesn't matter. Dad, where's my hamster? [LAUGHTER] No, I'm-- I'm J. Damien, the property. Like, what do you go to possum? It's a bit excessive to have, thank you. [LAUGHTER] Yeah, I guess it's just vengeance. [LAUGHTER] I hate myself for being too scared to point out that he was raised solely by his father. His mother, as a story goes, died during childbirth. Sure. Sure. Uh-oh. But as I look back now, I wonder if that's just what he was told, so he wouldn't ask questions. No. Tonight, I'm in the house by myself. I gave birth a week and a half ago. And all that time, I have never been alone. Anthony, my parents, our families, our neighbors have been incredibly supportive. And with all the attention and company, it's been easy to ignore the thoughts I'm terrified to be having. The thoughts of killing my child. At first, I tried to tell myself that it was psychosomatic, that I, in an effect, cursed myself by believing this curse existed in the first place. Every night since JJ was born, I have a lane awake, reading about postpartum depression on my phone. I was dying to find something, anything, validating these feelings. And of course, if you search long enough on the internet, you can convince yourself of anything. But each time I put down that phone and looked at the little lump in the crib beside me, all I could think about was how much I wanted to kill it. I don't even understand why. And that's what's devouring me from the inside out, is I can't even try to reason with myself. I haven't breathed the word of this to my husband. If he thought for a moment that leaving JJ alone with me was in danger in our child's life, he might, due to me, what I'm convinced his father did to his mother. Besides, I love this child. What's so maddening really is the genuine, but eternal attachment that I have to JJ. I love him so much, I can't even put it into words, but I don't know how much longer I could fight this impulse. Even sleep doesn't give me a respite from this hell. The nightmares have gotten increasingly worse. The night before Tony left, I dreamed that the baby and I were hiding from a killer. I clushed him to my chest and ran through a dark cornfield, pausing only to catch my breath, and hear the telltale rustle of the murderer. Finally, I found my way out of the field. A small farmhouse was inside. I ran as fast as I could to safety and locked the door. I sat on the sofa with JJ in my arms until I calmed down, and then I placed him on the table in front of me, took off his clothes, and began peeling away his skin. He didn't make a sound, just stared at me with omniscient eyes. When I tore off a slice of skin, I placed it in a neat pile on either side of him. One by one, I exposed his organs until all that was left of his skin was the patch between his eyeballs, which stared at each other until they rolled back into his head. I woke up then. I darted to the bathroom and vomited, before Tony could ask me what was wrong. I called through the door that I had food poisoning or something and showered for an hour and a half until my heart rate slowed back to normal. It's nighttime. I put JJ down after I finished dinner and went to watch some TV, trying to take my mind off the thoughts I was having. The last thing I remember is feeling like I was nodding off, so I quite fall into sleep. Just now, just 20 minutes ago, I woke up, came to. I just suddenly realized that I was halfway upstairs with a kitchen knife in my hand. I screamed and flung it away from me and collapsed where I was into hysterical tears. I have no control over myself anymore. God, who am I? I can hear JJ crying. He's been at-- He's been at it for a while, well, and from hunger. I haven't fed him since early this morning because I fear that if I try to feed him, I'll choke him to death before I could stop myself. Even if I did call Tony or my mother or neighbor or the police, I know that the moment I put the phone down, I would kill JJ before anyone arrived. Writing out these truths, these thoughts, is the only thing that has kept me from taking the life of my child. I am shaking so hard now. I know I don't have much time left before I can't take it anymore. And since the instant the first murderist sought popped into my head, I have been using every mental faculty to figure out how to prevent this. And I did. Tonight, I figured out how to save JJ's life. I cannot risk another blackout. Like I just had on the stairs. Recording all this has been glorified procrastination. Anthony, I love you. JJ, I love you. Please never forget that. I hope you can both move on and live long, happy lives. I just have one last request before I take my life tonight. Burn this farm to the ground. That was good. That was a really good story. I enjoyed that. Yeah. That was brutal. I like that they didn't give you all the answers to you. I think that like having a, I like that the keeping it vague is kind of cool. But I do think it's, I do like that it's, it translates to humans as well. It's just kind of fascinating. Yeah, I like it. It's a very, I feel like it's really grandpa's fault. Because if he did kill his wife, and he just did not tell his son about that this was going to happen, that's crazy. If it is a locational curse, not a family curse, just go somewhere else. Yeah. It's a weird thing where he probably did, he probably did do it to help. Maybe he thought that he wouldn't come back to the farm or something. I don't know why you wouldn't tell you, that is one thing you should definitely divulge with. You should disclose that. Hey, if you have a kid here, your wife's going to try to kill it until you kill her. All right, buddy. Have fun out there. Have fun. Hey, good game out there. It's great though. Yeah, I enjoyed it. Again, very well written. It was paste. I hope that they write more. Two stories is enough. Yeah, this was like eight years ago, right? Yeah, eight years ago. So they wrote two stories eight and nine years ago, and then not another story since, which is tragic, I think. So yeah, Grattlecat, if you're out there somewhere, I wish you write more of this. This also fits perfectly in the middle of those stories, because the first story was a man attacking animal. Second story, man attacking man, right? And then the third story is man hunted by something, some other creature. So that's pretty cool. I thought this was fantastic. Well, I've Grattlecat stuff linked in the description, but I think that was the perfect addition of this episode, and that was creepy. And the stuff about the dream with the baby, that did get me a bit. That was a lot. So running all the way through the house or running through the cornfield to strip the kid's skin, made it seem like the person that was chasing after was trying to stop her from. Yeah, that's her husband like, yeah, exactly. Stop it. Baby JJ. Don't kill it. Yeah, she's like, think, God, I got away from him now. The baby. On to the next story. All right, well, Vernon Voiling wrote a story that a lot of people like called the deer pit. Uh oh, and there's a tag on it, Isaiah. It says creature feature. Excellent. Perfect. Guys, can we get a quick round of applause for creature features? [Applause] Oh, Capri-san. That's your 5th one? Oh, it's my 4th. Yeah. Alright, the deer pit. I've heard it voidly. I can still remember how the steam pulsed and steady rhythm from beneath the frozen leaves. When I was a kid, I had this place I would go to on the frozen mornings of winter, clearing that never seemed to suffer under the cruel frost of East Tennessee. Oh, baby. The clearing was set deep in the woods, far enough away from civilization than the sound of rubber tearing across tarmac, blood away, and abject silence. Living so close to the interstate, even in a town as small as mine, left peaceful moments as a rare commodity. Everywhere I went, I could hear the distant ribbon of passing cars rumbling towards far off places. I treasured the clearing. The pristine silence there so stark and thin I felt that even a single breath might cause it to burst. It'd been a bomb for my soul, and it's warms the south, my aching limbs after long days at school. Seventh grade was when the cracks began to show. All starting with the disappearance of Heinrich Einsmann. Heinrich had been an exchange student from Germany. Pudgy kid was swayed, blonde hair, and eyes of color of emeralds. I had a German exchange student in my school. Really? How were they? He was in the grey below me, so I didn't know him too terribly well, but I do know that he took our German class at school and he corrected our teacher all the time. I had to be annoying. I think she fucking hated it. Yeah. Was he nice otherwise? Or was he just like a no at all? He was like a really big kid. I think they brought him in because he was like a big football player. So he came in and he said, "Oh, the stuff you said that?" What kind of thing? And she thanked him? Thank you. Yeah. Thanks. That got nothing. Yeah. Otherwise, I was like, I've ever met any other German person before my life. Have you? Yeah. Like a fluent German speaking for it? Really, you have? I feel like I've known people from Germany. I mean, especially if we count online interactions. No. I've talked about in person. Yeah, that we had a friend of ours at the church we went to when I was younger who would have foreign exchange students coming in all the time. And one girl that they had visited a couple times, her name was Ines. I believe Ines. She was from Germany. And I always feel like religious people from like Europe would have like a more radical approach. What do you mean by that? Just more old-timey. From the old country, you know? More like conservative approach from me religiously? I don't know. I'm just being crazier. Just because they're from Germany, it's not still old over there. If you go to Germany now, they have modern things. It's not like-- Yeah, but I would say that-- I would hope that the tradition would stay over. Like, you know, she's like, yeah, drink the blood. It's not wine. It's fucking blood. Oh, well, I mean, that's transubstantiation. A lot of like, yeah, I still believe that and stuff. Trans what? Transubstantiation. What does that mean? That's the belief that communion, wine, and bread become physical blood and flesh. So they actually do drink blood? Well, they drink wine and bread, but the idea is like, as it is consumed, it becomes-- Oh, it becomes a deal. As it's digested. Is there any set that actually drinks blood? Not that I know of. That wouldn't seem. I mean, maybe like there's some weird offshoot. You're saying anything Christianity. Yeah, yeah. What would the whole-- Is it Christianity? Just Christianity is a Catholics. I do the whole-- Well, same thing. I mean, so, okay, so you had the church, right? After Jesus died, followed me. And then people had different interpretations. If that's the Catholic church, Orthodox, you know, they split in the great schism. They became their own thing. And then you have Protestantism, which came after Martin Luther. But then Protestants will say that, like, well, they're the actual remnant of the original Christian church and the Catholics will say. They're the original. The Orthodox will say. They're the original several ways. But they all believe in Jesus Christ. And then they just have different tenants of, like, what worshiping him looks like. Do you think it requires priests and fathers if it's just a pastor or whatever? So as you found out, there was a sect that was like, oh, instead of drinking wine, we're drinking blood. The people would be like, that's-- I don't like that. They're actually-- so there's historical precedents that that was used as part of the early criticisms against Christianity, like propaganda against them. Because Jesus, when he gave the last supper, he said, this is my body. This is my blood. It's often as you take, doing remembrance of me as he passed the bread in the wine. So that's where, like, transubstantiation comes from. It physically becomes the flesh as you consume it. But Rome, like, Nero, when there was, like, they were trying to blame the Christians for the fires and stuff like that. This information we get passed around. Like, yeah, the Christian-- Yeah. Well, the Romans executed the Christians. Yeah, I know. 'Cause they were like-- They're like a little fucking gutter dwellers. Yeah. Okay, worth it. Can you imagine seeing the Christian back there? You'd be like, what the fuck are you talking about? Well, come down here. I want to tell you something. Well, keep in mind, this is also a fuck. Fuck that. This isn't a polytheistic Rome, too. So this was in a Rome where animal sacrifices were common and things like that were standardized thing. And then you had this group show up who believed, aside from the polytheism, this one man who was executed by, at the hand of the Roman state, was God made manifest as man and then died and resurrected. So it was very different than the Roman idea of worshiping Mars and Saturn and Jupiter and stuff like that. I always thought those were sweet. I love the painting of Kronos eating Zeus. Yeah. Yeah. As opposed to that, the Christians were like this one person who was killed is, you know-- I don't know about all the plans. Did they have telescopes back then? Yes. Really? Yeah, they had planetary bodies, yeah. Holy shit. Well, they didn't have telescopes. Galileo's the one who invented the telescope. They had star charts and they could map locations. 'Cause that's how they would sail and stuff like that. I bet you Galileo isn't sufferable. I think you have backwards, too, as they gave the planets after the gods, not the gods I could plan. Oh, really? Yeah. Okay. But can you see that, though, Galileo, like trying to have a conversation with that motherfucker? Oh, my God. Showing you assorted compasses. He was like, what do you think of this? You're like, why don't you fucking-- Are we going to eat duck? Or I don't know what the fuck they ate. I bet them, but-- You can still eat duck. You can still eat duck. Yeah. I'm just saying like a probably more common back then, I suppose. Anyway, my point is, Rome would say things like the Christians eat blood and flesh, like using that as a thing. It's like, yeah, they talk about it all the time. But I'm talking dead back then. As a-- No. In the gutters? No. In the sewers. I bet you down on the sewers. Those motherfuckers are drinking blood. What do you mean the sewers? They were in the sewers. They were not in the sewers. But I will say that's what they did. Because they're like, they're being prosecuted. They're like, we're going to do all of our-- We're going to do all of our service-- Well, they had, yeah. In the sewers. In the sewers. In the sewers. Well, as in people's houses. In the sewers. Because during the New Testament, you can hear Paul writing to the churches, which are in people's houses. That's why all the Romans are like, I keep hearing all these Bible verses under my floorboards. You get it. All right. The amount of people who say online, I'm not a real Christian, because I hang out with you in the law. Because I hang on me. Well, it's just like he sets on a podcast. We're like, his co-hosts just berates him about his religion. I'm not berating you. I'm just saying that back in the day, there were some gutter fiends. There were some-- TNT. Yeah, they were in hiding from the government, for sure. For sure. TNT. Actually, once again, that's why they did in the comics. I put them in the gutters because DaVinci, Michelangelo, all that kind of stuff. I realized how you were talking about the teenage-- Yeah, TNT. TNT. Yeah. The propaganda about Christians eating the blood's been around for a long time. Yeah, yeah. As a spite against it. I didn't know. I mean, I understand. I get it. I just didn't know it. Because there's like, there's sex of Christianity down the South, where they're like, they hold fucking snakes up and stuff. So those actually came in like the 1950s. Actually, you have that kind of-- Sure. Yeah. Wherever it came from, I'm just saying that if there was any sex that would be like, we drink blood and also we eat fucking skin. Yeah. Because how brutal would it be? It would be kind of fucking sweet if the pastor is like, all right, time for the deal. They bring up the robe up his back and everyone just goes up and they just-- Off his back a little bit. You know, like whatever you eat a-- That is a really cool visual. You eat an apple with like a knife. Imagine going to some old motherfucker's back and he's just like, take it. It's pretty strict. Yeah. Well, see, that would be some like horror game shit. What was that-- what is it, fucking-- what's the out-- outlast? This is the second one where it's like the creepy-- Oh, yeah, the pastor got one there. Like that would be-- where it's like, drink my blood. It's like that kind of shit. Yeah, I would-- obviously this would be kind of thing to hear. But I would think that if there was people that were practicing like actual cannibalism and drinking blood-- I guess it would be pretty much the cannibalism. It would probably be illegal. It would probably be not in the United States. Oh. Also, you know what? If you had a pastor doing that too, it makes it seem like he probably thinks he's God. Yeah. Right? It's like the woman in Silent Hill movie. I'll tell you what, though. You can tell how a church-- you can tell a church is quality by the fucking bread or crackers they give you. When those motherfuckers give you those thin round crackers, oh my god. Am I-- can you not go to the store and get some fucking sourdough? Some sourdough, huh? Like the-- what do they do? They do the welchers grape, whatever, and then they do the little-- the thing-- When they-- when they-- literally, though, they've done that. For children, yeah. Some of them that haven't gone through Canadian, they can't have the wine. But I will say, when they put those thin crackers in-- on your fucking mouth. - No, and like in all the churches, I went to growing up, it's grape juice all around. That's what-- - Yeah, I was always in for real against like drinking in any regard. So the-- - That makes sense. - Yeah, so it'll be grape juice. - I drove Catholic and went to Catholic school and you did your second year of first Holy Communion in second grade. And then they let you do the grape juice first, and then at second grade immediately, they would give us wine. - I can see Catholic. The one that I went to, this one I focused on giving us red Kool-Aid. - Okay. - Jimt. - Jimt, Jimt, Jimt. - Well, I mean, well, that was right aid, different, but I will say, but I was like it, because I guess people complained that the welch is taste bad. So they switched it up to, which I kind of, I was appreciated that. - Oh. - Switched to taste. - Early Christian writers such as Epiphanus and Salamis claim that certain Gnostic sects, which isn't really Christian, but they use Christianity as a starting point, engaged in immoral rituals, including the consumption of human remnants. Interesting. You just figured there's always, there's gotta be one. - Nostics, right? - The one to do it. The Nostics, like, they believe Jesus was like a God, but there's several God's. It's kind of like a pantheism, a touch of Christianity. And they've got some really wonky beliefs, some more down you go. So I could definitely see like some auto cannibalism thing coming out of. - You can kind of, you can kind of get it, this is with anybody too, but you can kind of get some, when people are getting to these church situations, you can get some, you can kind of see who has the kind of crazy beliefs. When people kind of push it past, whatever they want, they make what they want to believe. I've met some people before, like the church distance when I was younger, had like, I was like, he would thrive in a Puritan society, that kind of thing. - Yeah, yeah. - Just creepy. - I mean, like, there's, I mean, it's so varied, you know? Because all that Christianity is at its core, is the belief that Jesus Christ was died for our sins and was resurrected as the Son of God. That is it. So any other belief that you have that adds on top of that comes later, is all still Christianity. - There's some people that are, in my opinion, are so heretical in what they do later, that it kind of negates the title, but technically. - You know what, you would be a sweet book for us to read. I guess it's kind of horror, and maybe because I said Puritan, we should just see if we could fucking read the Crucible. You ever read the Crucible? - Yeah, yeah. - That's crazy. - That's fucking crazy. Also, Dana De Lewis in that. - Just say it. It's just your name, but it's my name. - He does that whole line. - It's great. - It's really cool. - Have you read that book? - Not really. - It's all about a guy. I think his name's John Proctor. - John Proctor, yeah. - John Proctor, he fucks this like 14 year old girl or something like that. I mean, it's like the fucking, it's like Puritan times, whatever. Dion chick, whatever, and he's like, "Hey, so I actually probably shouldn't do this anymore. "You're kind of crazy." So then she says that she's a witch and she, or she starts blaming other people, other women in town for being witches. And it's like all like witch trial. - Interesting. - It's very cool. It's very good. - My name! - But yeah, Dana De Lewis is in this. It's probably in the theaters. I always thought it was a straight to TV movie. - No, it's Daniel De Lewis was in it, had to be theatrical yet, no way. I've heard the movie talked about before, so I imagine. - 'Cause I saw that one. That one came around the most same time as that. Other one, was it Scarlet Letter? - Scarlet Letter. - Yeah. Was that Gary Oldman and Demi Moore? - I haven't seen a film. That's the thing you'll fall for. - I'll tell you what though. We watched that in the school, holy shit. Boiling, you know what I'm like, fucking crazy. - Okay, all right. (laughing) Okay, seventh grade was when the cracks began to show. I'll start with the disappearance. Heinrich Einsheim. Pudgy kid with suede blonde hair and eyes the color of emerald. I had known him, but only just barely. He had been in town for a couple of weeks. In those two weeks, the Shifty-eyed kid with the messy hair had yet to make eye contact with me or anybody else. I could recognize it for what it was, an attempt to become invisible. The shrink himself down so small that the starving, gluttonous egos of burgeoning adults might overlook him. The trouble with shrinking yourself away from others ever scraps of your person who had remained visible or left entirely up to interpretation. The story started almost immediately. Tightness of his lips and constant pale shade of his skin twisted by rumor into some latent sign of wrongdoing. Heinrich's uncle worked for the Department of Transportation specifically in the removal of roadkill. Gets at school, shout accusations at him. Calling him bizarrely terrible names like "Rotmouth" and "Street-eater." None of us were overly surprised to hear that he'd gone missing. Bigger, he'd probably just ran away. Search was exhaustive. Everybody coming through the Walmart in the center of town and broadening the search from there until we had covered nearly six miles of woodland. I was surprised, at the end of that day, to find myself in the unusually warm clearing. The afternoon heat of summer shrank away as the sun sank in the west. The warm air rose from beneath the leaves caressing every part of me, driving the cool evening winds from my bones. The only sign of him was a scrap of his scalp snagged on a tree branch behind his uncle's house. They eventually arrested the uncle, but I got the sense that nobody felt very good about it. As if it were something they did just so they could say that they had done something. I'm a little ashamed to say I never really thought about him much after he disappeared. I moved on with my life as if nothing had all had happened. Yes, from my perspective, nothing really had. Heimerick had kept himself as something distant, an oddity only to be observed. I never truly come to know him and thus had never grown to feel any attachment. I was 23 years old before I even remembered that he existed. Coming home from college to visit my folks, I found the same shrinking tables I had left behind. It seemed as if every year gave cause for one less chair, whether it be death, feud, or simple logistical issues. It hurt in a way that such just beneath the surface, an almost imperceptible constant agony of loss poisoning the air. When the typical heated political discussion arose, I excused myself from the situation, not due to a lack of interest simply because I felt that whatever ideological victories might be scored wouldn't be worth the chance of another empty chair. The woods were silent as a grave as I dredged past fallen logs. Small family of deer wondered across my path. I remember wondering what life might be like through their eyes. Many people hold animals to be based creatures devoid of real feeling, but I know that's not the case. Please for some. Several years prior, when I left for college, I've been driving down country roads on my way to the new school. Sightmen and possibility danced through my head. Rhythmic joy of it all coming to a screeching halt. Head on the road, I could see a young fox laying near the median. The renovable signs of entry, yet even so it was immediately obvious the kid was dead. Its mother and siblings crowded around it, brought in gently with their noses, and I could hear through my open window the sounds of their gentle whining. It was as if I had found myself in the middle of some disastrously disheartening Disney movie. I don't know if the animals, verse, feel all the same things as you or I, but I know without question that they mourn just as we do. I followed the deer at a distance, all the while thinking of my own family and the family of foxes. I was so lost in my aimless, meandering grief that I didn't even notice when we entered the clearing. It was the same as it ever was. The images of the swaying trees, keeping their heavy branches to and fro. The wind carried sweet, warm air to the tree line where it seemed to wrap around every inch of me. Change in temperature, sudden enough that I jumped in slight surprise. Blood of memory broke loose in my mind, threatening to carry me away with the torn of recollection. Coming here to cry after Sadie rejected my invitation to the dance, bringing my first girlfriend, Heather to experience the warmth and tranquility which marked this place. I was wrenched back for my trip down memory lane by a sudden cacophony of panicked deer calls. I couldn't have looked away for more than a couple of seconds. The deer had somehow disappeared from the clearing, with the sound of their desperate cries, now oozing up from beneath the leaflet or ground. I don't know if it was down to the state of my own family or just a streak of naive caring that prompted me to march out and investigate. The idea of deciding not to intervene never even occurred to me. It just seemed obvious to me that I should help. Stopping across the ground, I became aware of faint, groaning clunk, like wet wood underweight. The deer quieted beneath the thumping of my heavy boots till there was no sound at all. I knelt to the ground, clearing half decayed leaves and revealing a wooden surface much the same. I don't know what came over me. Maybe it was desperation to help the deer or perhaps reckless, abandoned, born of despair. Maybe even something so simple as the call of the void. I jumped once, twice, and with third, the boards gave way. It's never easy to tell how long you were falling. Each moment stretches out before you. Your mind running uselessly at top speed to find some way of avoiding harm. I slammed against a terrain both bumpy and sharp. Great clatter resounding all around me. The smell hit me first. A thousand years of rot coated in thick sheen, freshly baked bread. My eyes adjusted slowly to the dim light. The hole where I had fallen through, acting as the only window. I was in a pit. Size of it was impossible to discern amid the crushing darkness, but the shape was easily surmised from the angle at which the walls were set. When finally I could see my fingers, I felt a rush of panicked horror boil throughout my being. The ground here was comprised entirely of bone. Scarded femurs and rib cages intertwined until they reached a point of resembling stability. I stood slowly, moving with careful steps across the shifting floor. A rogue vertebrae sent my feet flying out from under me, and I braced for the pain as my face creamed towards the jagged surface. Instead of hard bone, I was met with warmth of living tissue. Fresh, wet, blood coated my cheek as I pulled away from the corpse of the father deer I had seen. I scrambled against the wall, struggling to keep my footing as the bones slid effortlessly across each other. My knuckles crashed against abandoned skulls and hooves as I slipped cartoonishly in the stinking darkness. I stared in raw, stunned tear as a tinkling rumble sounded from somewhere deep within the heap of rot, a harbinger of things unknown gliding through a sea of death. A ripple close to space between us, sliding in seconds through 15 feet of near-solid bone matrices. - So this is just like a literal deer pit, like a death pit, a death pit of death? - Yeah, pit of death and blood and stuff. Stuff's coming down here, died into cade for a long time. And this is a place that he's been before, that he's known. - This field, yes, but obviously he hasn't been dead. - But he hasn't been dead. - But he has been dead. - Yeah. - Yeah. - Just boarded up for some reason. Somehow the deer got in there without there being an obvious opening. Stopped my feet. For a moment, all was still. Then a rattling shuffle began from below the surface. I listened as whatever it was grew closer. Chivers of fear racking my body. I was shaking so violently that the bones had begun to displace themselves around me, leading me to sink slightly down into the pile, a rotted hand, all horde blacks and greens with glimmers of stark white below, burst forth, and then another. Slowly and exorably, the bean extracted itself from the tangled mass of putrid discarded flesh. Decaine viscera lay draped across his exposed skull. All the meat above his upper lip have been eaten away. His ears, pushtulus craters, rising with life as insects living with him fled from his ear canal. The blackness of his empty eyes sockets suddenly parted at their midline. As if Phantom Eyelids had opened to reveal the blood shot, Emerald Eyes of Heinrich Heinsam. - That's cool. - That's pretty cool. - Almost popping out like a. They need to return to living dead, tar man, whatever. - Yeah, just imagine that's what he looks like. All droopy and stuff. - Skin rotting off of him. And the empty eyes suck, it's parted. - So as if Phantom Eyelids had opened. So it's like the skull, but then there's a supernatural tone where the eyes appear. - Well, I imagine it's like a deep set. And then in the deep set, it just like. - Oh, you see the green? - It opens up in the blue. - Yeah, I think tar man's a pretty good. - And it's a usual, I think of, yeah. Like zombie-esque kind of thing. - Yeah, yeah. - I will say at the moment, it sounds like a fucking reverse. What's the water that makes you youth-rever? - Oh, the fountain of life? - It's like that kind of thing, fountain of youth. It's like kind of like a reverse version of that. It seems like almost like things that are born from death come out of it. Like, is that like a Lazarus pit? What the fuck is that called again? - Well, the Lazarus pit is like, well, it's from Batman, but it's dead people are laid in it and resurrected. - That's what I mean, yeah, they're kind of like. - Yeah, yeah. Only the Lazarus pit, they're made young. - Also, it seems too, with the things bordered up so far, it almost seems like somebody was like, "Hey, don't go over there. "Hey, don't go into the Lazarus pit." - Almost like a pet cemetery kind of meme. - Yeah. - Or whatever. - Like, hey, like, you know, dad is bad on. Like locals of some, who ever knows how long ago did that? Do you think Heinrich fell in? Or do you think he died in the forest and it took him there? - Well, there's that piece, they said a piece of his scalp was seen outside of his uncle's house. Maybe his uncle found him dead. And like, I know what can save him and knew about the pit. - But that are unless they've fucking bludgeoned him and dragged him back. - Yeah, god of, we don't know what the pit's for yet. If it's to serve something or if it's just a thing that happens. - Right. - Heinrich finished extruding his torso from within the pile. I wish desperately for my body to stop quaking. I wanted to disappear, to become as close to invisible as possible. That's a good line 'cause it calls back to Heinrich in school wanting to be invisible. He turned his gaze to me. His skull rolling limply to the side as he fixed me with a single blazing green eye. His voice was a wet rasp, as if he were speaking through a wasp nest soaked in viscera. - I found someone for me to bone huge should see her. - As he finished the sentence, he tried again to turn both eyes to me. Leading his head to rotate around to the other side, his jaw hanging uselessly for weak, dry tendons mummified by decay. His torso was a writhing mess of maggots, blot with bot fly larvae dotting his shoulders from end to end. His chest pulsed loudly with each ragged breath. It's the pungent air to stir the insects nested in his lungs. Chittering sounds echoed through the chasm as Heinrich brought himself to loom over me. Ball odor of rot overpowering as he seeped de-composition across my chest. - Come with me, below the bones, you ever will be here. - Lashed out with my boot, caving in a large section of his decrepit rib cage and setting swarms of insects to buzz through the close space. I moved as quickly as I could to create distance, but it was impossible to keep track of him in the endless buzzing storm. I could feel a million legs crawling across my skin and I had to swap uselessly at the air to keep them from my eyes. I wretched as a fly crawled briefly into one of my nostrils and parted in the stint of rotted carried. Heinrich let out a cry of terrible rage, causing another uproar of tiny wings within his chest. The way his agony warbled and wove itself through the wrathful echo of his kneeling well caused my head to thromb with horrible pressure. I clapped my hands, my ears, and scanned desperately for any possible way to get out. On the far side, near where I'd fallen through, there was a ladder leading up to a small hatch. I clumsy, panic feet betrayed me as I moved for the ladder, leaving me sprawled out on the shifting floor. From where I lay, feeling the infinite jagged edges of wrought soaked bones poking against my chest, I could see Heinrich emerging again. You were to the pit. You belong here now. You belong to her now. Nothing of our sea's sky. You go below. His voice stretched wildly between rage and reverence, filtering through meters of desiccated bone and echoing off the walls of the pit. He slid effortlessly through the bones, and I'd get to hear the shifting rattle behind me as he breached the surface. He wobbled slightly, as if maintaining balance were a constant effort. It's half devoured skull, lollying uselessly from side to side as he swayed. I scrambled like an animal, breaking discarded femurs and abandoned four limbs back past my head, as I crawled desperately toward the ladder. Shards scraping my face as they flew. He slammed down, splintering the tips of his fingers into tiny shards, he'd fallen short. I didn't waste my chance. Ringing myself upright, I ran for the exit. My heart dropped as the wet wood flecks beneath my weight. I made it up one rung, then another, for searing pain toward through my leg. From where he had fallen, hybrid could drag himself across the room. A chain of deer's thoraxes lay behind him. A sinuous robe of shadowy darkness, chaining them each to Heinrich's writhing form. He had dragged himself up and shoved his devastated fingers through my calf, in behind my shin. I panicked and tried to pull the leg away. The pain brought white hot oblivion, bleeding into the edges of my vision as my head swam. The muscles binding my calf to my shin, stretching themselves against Heinrich's fingers, threatening to shear away completely. Hot yellow bile rolled from my throat as the pain threatened to drive me to unconsciousness. I was dragged back to reality by the feeling of a splinter, slowly piercing my right thumb. The hand had fallen away from the ladder, dangling down behind me. There, beyond the tips of my fingers, I could see the gleam of terrible, hungry malice suspended in the cloyne at it air. He used the fingers planted in my leg for support, sending waves of brutal agony tearing through me. He stretched and rise until he had positioned each of his jaws around my index middle and ringed fingers. He chopped down, shearing each finger at the knuckle. I sucked the foul air into my lungs as he raised himself up for more, and then there was a horrible tearing sound. The weight of his form had been too much for his desiccated tendons to hold. His wrist had come unbound from his arm. The sudden shift in weight was too much for his tentative sense of balance. He toppled to the ground, casting bone and viscer across the room in a wide, ark as he fell. I cried in desperation as I willed my battered body to climb one wrong, two more, and I'd reach the hatch. I felt the slam of Heinrich's remaining hand against wrong after wrong as I pushed the hatch. Once-- It was you, sister Flee. She'll come for you. You must go down there, boom, over the bones. Twice. I did want to go, not at first, but she has shown me things. She will show you as well. Thrice, clamped his jaws around the rubber of my boot. I yanked wildly, sending teeth careening from around the pit as my shoulders slammed against the hatch. Sunlight burst in, illuminating Heinrich's infested, decaying form, tumbling down into the pit, scrambled out into the afternoon air. The sun against my skin gave me a feeling that the nightmare was over. And his disembodied fingers still wriggled in my calf. I carefully removed the hand, fingers curling themselves in an attempt to hook into my flesh as I pulled each one loose, stumbled across the clearing, collapsed against a fallen tree. So that was that entire segment was really cool. There's a giant pile of bones and he still kept alive for some reason to serve whatever her is. How many years has passed? This has happened since he's been missing. Well, he was in middle school right before. And now he's 23. Yeah. So at least 10 years. More than, yeah, 10 years, 10 years, I'd say. So it's been a decade and he's been down there to Kane, but still alive. Well, it seems like whatever this whoever her is, it seems like it's using her memory or it's using our protagonist's memory of Heinrich in this whole passing to manifest him again. Oh, it could be. Or something. Yeah. Well, I mean, his Heinrich's body did fall in there. Oh, it did. I'm just saying that like, I wonder how many victims there are and it just seems like very convenient that it's like, oh, I know this kid. Yeah. Yeah, that's true. I see what you're saying. People just come in this clearing and they're pulled under. And now this actually seems like it. This works too because there's a bunch of kind of like random fields you'll come across in the Tennessee mountains, like you come over to the bow of a hill and it's like, hey, you're just a clear spot for some pastures like that. Yeah. Or it was at one point, but now it just looks like grown up grass and flowers. And for some reason, no trees grow there. Yeah. Just fall down the pit. Yeah. Makes you think. And it also like Appalachus got a ton of sink holes in it where the mountains are so old. There's random times. So these holes will just cave in so it's kind of this ties into that with like maybe one of those clearance is home to something like this, you know, that's pretty cool. My eyes were heavy. The warmth of the sun was originally intoxicating, graphing me in its embrace and begging me to be still. I looked down at my leg, my fingers. It's bleeding horribly, so I used my belt for a turn a kid on my leg and did my best to keep my hand above my head. Hands off the belt, suddenly becoming aware of a dragging, thump, and an incoherent, wrathful voice. Heinrich dragged himself from the pit up into the clearing. The effort costing him his ragged arms, which lay flopping in piles of shredded rot ripped away from his torso. I also like how all the pieces of the body continue interacting after they're detached from him. The remaining flesh of his face had been lost in the effort as well, leaving only his wild, fertilized, to lear at me. He inched forward now by using his upper jaw to gain purchase in the earth. He was about seven feet away when a set of ribs snagged on the edge of the hole, causing the strain to overcome the bonds of his vertebrae. His skull disconnected from his neck, soft click. His eyes experiencing a decade of decay in an instant. It blistered and boiled away into a greasy, vaporous dust. The chain of torsos with Heinrich edits in wriggled twice before backsliding into the pit. That's cool, it's like a tentacle almost, like bones. The motion, openly deliberate, drove icy despair into my heart. I began to crawl away, looking back only once when I heard the heaving, ragged breath of a dying animal. The slam of a bugging pod drying my eye back to the pit's edge. Flaws, longer than my ring finger protruded from gangrenous, fleshy stumps. Round, furry ears, just barely peeking over the edge. Sound of wood spluttering, the sight of that monstrous paw slipping off the edge where enough to set me sobbing as I dragged myself home. That's cool, it's like a living pit that's like, beckoning for him up there. A neighbor found me a few miles down the road. I was covered in bites and stings. Some of them incurred in the pit and others on the journey home. That was hysterical in the hospital, but mom was there for me. She always had a way of setting herself aside when I needed her, even as she caressed my bandage hand and petted my cheek. I could see in her eyes how badly she wanted to break down in tears, the mournful welling of her heart prying desperately at the corners of her mouth. Eventually, when I was able to speak again, I told my story. You can guess how that went. Took a few weeks of begging before they'd even bother to check the pit. When the sheriff finally made his way out there, he found Heinrich's battered skulls setting at the edge of a chasm. The empty pits stood 30 feet across and more than 60 feet deep. They had it backfilled before I left the hospital, but showed me pictures once. The thing I couldn't help but notice about those pictures, beyond how infinite the darkness seemed to grow. To have the hole banked off at the bottom, I couldn't help but shudder in thinking something massive had tunneled its way out of the deer pit. Sometimes, eight at night, the rumbling of passing cars starts to sound familiar in a way that makes my heart sink. Oh, oh, that ending's awesome. It's like the giant, this like a thing, like a pile of flesh like the thing, is tunneling under the mountain. Yeah. It seems like something that's underneath, it's, I keep picturing like almost like a giant worm or something, like some kind of entity that's collecting bodies and like making itself larger. That's going to have a picture of it. It's like, oh, the Heinrich's body collapsed within the rest of the thing fell through. To me, it was like Heinrich's body fell off and then the worm kind of, it went back in the, uh, and knowing now that it'll be seen, it just goes somewhere else and goes to a different area. What do you think the connection was with the connection between people that are like Heinrich trying to be not, not to be seen and then we have a similar thing with our protagonist here with his own family of like, not wanting to intrude or impose on certain things because he doesn't want people to whisk away or he doesn't want people to go away, right? Whether through death or through, uh, feuds. It seems something very similar there with, uh, so with that with the death thing, I think going back to the cemetery sometimes dead is better. Maybe it's like, I don't want to lose people. I don't want to that. It's like, well, if you hold on too long, you know, what would that look like? And then the deer pits, a physical manifestation of that where it's, uh, it's a giant growth where nothing can die in it. It's also to know to, that's why I didn't know it's like, yeah, no one's found that pit, pit yet. I wonder if just like if it isn't coincidental that it's like, is there something that lulled him to it? Does it feed off people that are like, have that kind of like, that's a good point because he was talking about like how he thought about his family and then he thought of the foxes. He saw a fox side. There's this continuing theme that he, like death is bad, like he fears death or losing things. So he sees the deer and he follows them off. And it's almost like the deer, at least symbolically, lead him to the realization that maybe it's okay if things are dead, maybe, maybe, maybe it's okay if some things aren't around forever because they, if they are around forever, they just rot. Right. You know, try to think of a different way of saying that like, almost like, uh, like the, the, the temporariness of life and also just like the, uh, the change of time or something. There's something there. I'd have to process it more, but I really, the ending had a lot of fun to it. The, the, the gross kind of body horror visuals and stuff. I mean, I always eat up, but I do think like showing the entity at the very, or revealing the entity at the very end and then just having this idea that it's like kind of burrowing and digging and it almost seems like it's following him. It was a great dripping of information because when we first see it, it's like, oh, there's bones down here and then, uh, Heinrich comes out and it's like, oh, he's like a zombie. But then you see he's connected to everything and it's all one flesh and it's like, oh, this is all one thing. And then the tentacle and the paw and then to realize this isn't just a pit. It moves and, and I love that last line because there's so many times she'll be hiking like where my house is. I'll be hiking in the woods around my house, but the interstate's nearby. So while you're hiking, you can still hear the, yeah, like the gentle humming of rubber on the asphalt, but then that idea that sometimes it's like, it sounds similar, but that could be something else, something tonnelling under that's so, that's such a cool note. It is on a high note. It has a remnants of like kind of, I guess what I was trying to say was like, your, your past comes back to haunt you in a lot of weird ways. It's just the idea that it's like you felt guilty about Heinrich. Yeah, the Heinrich thing is too convenient to where it feels like to me, it regurgitated him, because he didn't kind of talk to a lure in another body to the pit. Yeah, he talks to the game like he was almost like he'd be embarrassed to be his friend because everyone else called him, oh, oh, what was that? Hold on, that note, what, wrought mouth. Yeah, yeah, they made fun of him because his dad would clean up dead animals from the road. And then he becomes a part of this dead animal. Mm-hmm. Wait, was it his dad or his uncle who cleaned dead animals? I think you said dad. Okay. His dad. Are you sure you're trying to say this uncle killed him or something? No, he didn't kill him. But if he died, he would know where to put the body, that the body can live forever. Because if he cleans up dead animals, maybe they just go into the pit, right? And maybe like there's some people in the mountains who know it. This entity living in the, that's a, that's a cool note. His dad cleaned up dead animals and he's in the dead animal pit. This entity is also very indicative of Heinrich himself and our, I mean, like it's hiding in a pit. It's like not revealing. It doesn't want to reveal itself. Yeah. And there's a girl at the base of it. That's an interesting. Yeah. No, that comes, that was kind of very like quick, and it's just what Heinrich says. So you can interpret that as kind of like they, he refers to the entity as her, whatever the court says. Yeah. Or maybe a woman started all this. this. Maybe this is some ancient being that's been in the mountains for centuries. It was the first time that the woman was cursed with something and then other bodies piled on tour and she's at the core of it. It gives you enough that you can tell there's purpose to it, but there's room to speculate on what stuff means. And those are, those are always my favorite, like the thing, right? Those are my favorite movie monsters where you see enough that you're like, there's clearly a design here. But then it's like, but what does this mean? What would that mean? And you get to like wander in your head with details and stuff. To me, that's like where the best tour is where you can tell there's a blueprint but we don't get a look right at it. Yeah. Well, it always seems to be the most effective. I think one of the people also come out. I will say that I have a huge respect for people who have an idea of what something is and they present it to be judged. I think sometimes I feel like people hide behind the ambiguity factor a lot, but I will say this, I think it serves the story. Also, I don't need, I don't want there to be a part where he's like, I looked it up online and I found out about a woman in the 1700s, just hearing her and just seeing like the flesh growth that tunnels, that's enough for me that I'm the animal motif in both these stories were a lot of fun. I like that we got the POV of the animal, the animals, both of them of like a literal animal and then like this creature presenting itself to another person with the first story because I do think it was an animal being hunted by people. I like the idea there that it's like an animal afraid of people and then it's like people afraid of an amalgamation of animals, like something great, like we're hunted by something greater, we just may not realize it yet. That's a really cool like furtherance idea, I think. Two homeruns from the creeps. Two homeruns, as always, hey, I tell you what, the guys who watch this show, the guys and gals who watch this show, they can put a story together. I will say the, just speaking to the tells the crews as well, I just, if you're ever interested in writing a story and you actually want feedback on both of the stories that were, there were a lot of. There are a ton of people in the replies. They're actually engaging with the stories. I think that if you're ever interested in writing, even if it's something that's just like you don't even want to be right, I think it's just an idea if you're trying to get into storytelling or if you're just trying to get into writing, I think it's a great opportunity because there is just such a fun little fan base there and I hope that it keeps growing. But guys, that's our episode today. Thank you so much for watching on Apple Podcasts and Spotify. Give us a nice reading there and thank you to our beautiful patrons for supporting the channel. We do appreciate you. And until next time, we will see you in the next one. Stay creeped. [Music] [Music]