SEASON 2 FINALE HALLOWEEN SPECIAL

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you're all having a great one and doing a bit of trickery and or just getting absolutely drunk tonight.

But whatever you're doing, I hope it's good. It's another year since our last Halloween special one that was a thing or last Halloween special was on them off, man. And I enjoyed the episode and it was pretty good.

Right now we are currently doing a giveaway, which I just want to remind you all about. Few leave a review on Apple podcasts, send me a message with a screenshot of it because it takes a few days for them to actually appear. And what I actually realised last night, is

when I used to read out all the reviews in that, it turns out, I only see reviews from my country. So I only see reviews from the UK. So it was increasing. We had loads more ratings and reviews. But of course I couldn't see him. And I was just like, Hold on what the fight car Long story short, basically, I can't see him. So if you want to be part of it, and potentially get a free haunted show hoodie, just saying, leave a review on Apple podcasts and send me a screenshot. Simple as that and put in a draw. I've got a programme on the computer, I'll just randomise it. And I'll let you know if you win.

Be a part of it. It's good. Also, we do have a 25% discount if you use the discount code 25 to life and that is all in capitals. It's the best time to get some merch right now. Or just leave a review and you might even get some for free to sign.

So on the topic of Halloween, I did want to do an episode on a few Halloween stories which I've kind of got a few little creepy stories but I wanted to make it a fun extra long one. So God knows how long this will turn out to be. I did want to I didn't really want to cover the story of Stingy Jack which is like my favourite little Halloween story, but it's also quite short. And I've done tic TOCs on it. So the TIC tock is the short version. So if you're interested in that it's on my Instagram as well on Instagram rules so check it out over and

we do have some serious stories today. I'm looking at it now.

I've got about a

good few pages to get through so I should probably get this going.

I don't think there's any more I need to say this is the season finale. Season two has come and gone but don't fret. We'll be back for season three. Next week. Pretty much nothing changes I shouldn't really made the seasons longer maybe like a year. But I don't fancy doing 52 episodes a season that's a bit intense.

I do like to think we've changed a lot since season one and go a bit more better. Well, I hope I like to think that at least.

So without further ado, let's get into the episode shall we? This first story is called I Am Halloween. The sources creepypasta.fandom.com As always,

Halloween is my saving grace the one night a year I can go outside without a mask. I don't want to sound like I spend all year waiting for this day just wiling the hours away with bated breath and anticipation. I would like to say that I have other interests and that I am able to find myself so engrossed in some human activity that I actually forget about that one day I can truly be myself.

But this would be a lie. It's an uncommon hour that I go without thinking about the 31st of October, night glorious night when I can step out into the cool air and almost just almost feel human. The last Halloween was perhaps my favourite.

My favourite day hasn't been the same since this era became occupied, since human beings with their warm skin and their innocent minds began constructing ramshackle dwellings within the imaginary borders of what was once mine.

When I say it wasn't the same, I'm speaking quite literally. My favourite day was a different day before the humans came.

Back then what are referred to simply as my day took place once every year on what humans know as October 23. The day of great power when the walls between the physical and supernatural, Gryphon and malleable. Evil was released into the world on the 23rd of October. Although such designations as mums were many centuries from their creation, and insane power hungry beasts managed to doom her entire species on that day, on October 23, many hundreds of years ago. I often wonder what the world would be like if she hadn't committed that ultimate mistake. It's irrelevant. I always end up telling myself because I wouldn't exist.

Unlike the naive human being

As you roam the streets in their speeding cars and make screaming love to one another in their shoddy homes, I have been blessed with a natural intuition allow me to always understand how far in time we've drifted since our last cycle began.

It is this sense that allows me to know the current years 6020 inhuman years I believe it would be 2016 Anno Domini, are the words they use words from an ancient language ancient by their standards. But I digress. It was Halloween of 6019 2015 That was my favourite.

My dad always been the 23rd of October, when I was alone here, I would just slip out to the surface and enjoy the rush of powers. As I was joined by my fellow creatures of the night.

I would walk aimlessly without direction as the office whipped around me. Some are burdened with deformed hellish shapes kirsta Rome in the shadows of the earth safe from humanity's leering eyes.

Others were no more physical than the wind itself and only visible to my eyes because of the power that causes through every living creature on the night of the 21st.

Still others well beyond, beyond beyond comprehension. No more than forgotten memories drifting from mind to soul despairing in their acceptance of eternal suffering.

Some have believed that I may end up like them, I have no intention of proving them right.

When the humans came and settled down, they scared away my friends, any human child would find the notion ridiculous, an army of the supernatural, the nightmare of the most disturbed, frightened away by innocent human beings. But it happened this way. The humans didn't come alone, they brought their single most disturbing, most wicked powerful, the power of denial.

human children spend their time wondering what it would be like to share the powers of their fellow creatures.

wings like a bird, perhaps the sharp teeth of a dog. They don't understand that they already possessed the most powerful gift of all, for that human denial, they are able to stare us directly in the eyes and inform us that we don't exist.

My friends were terrified of humans gifts. They believe that we agents of the supernatural would not be allowed to exist on this mortal plane without the consent of the human beings. Without their belief, we would vanish and simply become nothing.

So they fled, so they left my home and went to find a new world. While most humans were scarce or non existent, where they could expose themselves once a year on October 23, revelling in the annual powers without interference from those who may destroy them.

They thought I was a fool for staying for claiming this land as my own. I'm no fool. I know that humans may rule my world now. I know that I've been reduced to the shadow no to less than a shadow. But I did not abandon my home. for that. I will not apologise.

It was many years ago, the first few months has came to settle in my home, they build their home uncomfortably close to mine. I watched them as they worked, staying hidden beneath the ground, marvelling at how their species have progressed since the last time I saw them.

My day came a month after the first humans were settled in, I'd spent some time worrying over what might happen. I was not paranoid enough to abandon my home, but I wasn't immune to my friend's terror of humanity. When the time came, I waited. I watched the human twinning until all the windows were dark. And when they were, I waited even longer still.

Finally, I left my home and began walking to my destination, unknown but far away from the house.

I was meant to feel exhilaration, the sheer ecstasy of being closer than ever to the joining of the two worlds but what I felt was nothing. There was nothing in the air, nothing moving beyond the spectrum of the physical world. I felt the cold night prickly against my skin, and the corpses Hand of Darkness caresses the back of my neck. There was no one riding for the air to greet me. Now when crawling out from beneath the ground. wish me a happy my day.

I returned to my home that night disheartened and full of regret. My day was over, and I'd failed to squeeze any semblance of pleasure from its dark hours. I felt as though I'd failed, as if I had done something that prevented me from enjoying this once glorious day.

And perhaps I made a mistake. Perhaps I should have followed my friends away from this now tainted land to an untouched world where humans were nothing but a harmless legend. With nothing but regret and disappointment inside me. I slept.

I was awoken by sound I know, but it was not used to hearing children's laughter.

Eight days it come and gone since I slept. I had vaguely wondered on the possibility of my sleeping

for an entire year, giving myself a chance of reliving my day as quickly as possible. But this idea was forwarded by the children who played above my home.

I watched them carefully remaining invisible to their innocent eyes. What I saw confusingly,

there were two children, one male and one female. I had seen them before of course, they lived in the human house. With the two adults I presumed to be their parents. They go on the boy had played outside before, often very close to my home, but never had seen them dressed in such a eccentric way.

The little girl wore a dress of all black with sleeves that hung down past a small hands, a black hat rested on our head. Its brim round and its top pointed like the beak of a crane.

For the boy it was a fancy suit of shiny black material, complete with a red waistcoat and flowing Cape are recognised as attire is similar to that of the humans I had no many centuries earlier. But why would he be reliving the wardrobe of his dead ancestors was beyond my grasp. The clothes were unusual, yes, but it was their faces that confused me the most, the guy was face had been painted a bright green colour closer to an emerald than to grass. dark lines have been added, making her smooth face appear wrinkled and far older than it was. The boy's face had been painted white with two lines of red running down his chin.

When he opened his mouth to laugh, I saw that two of his teeth seem to have grown larger and more pointed.

Over watch them for many minutes as they played in my grass. Their behaviour was odd, unlike that of any humans I'd known before. Unlike themselves, in fact, at one moment, the boy appeared to buy into the girl's neck. Rather than scream she let out a giggle and run away.

With when the shadows grew long, the children were called inside. Still confused, I tried to watch for their lit up windows, hoping for some semblance of explanation. But it wasn't to come on when the sun rose the next day, the children had returned no.

I continue to watch the family over the next year, and was alarmed when I saw more houses being constructed. For quite some time, I considered abandoning my home, as all my friends had done, but I knew that wasn't the way. Instead, I watched the house its grow like weeds watched as my grass was paved over. And horseless carriages replaced fie as their primary mode of transportation.

The construction of the neighbourhood went on for several years, and I watched the humans intrigued, ignoring any threats to my own way of life. Every October 23, I would leave my home after nightfall, and wander around what remained my grassy field.

No one returned to me, none of my friends came back to admit their mistake. I never again felt the same electric rush that wants to find my day.

I was understandably devastated, as I come to expect that this from the all encompassing euphoria was now beyond my reach. And yet, as the years passed, I found myself with new interests watching the humans overhearing their conversations following their advancement as my once grassy home became a neighbourhood.

I found great pleasure in watching the humans. But there was another interest of mine, another ongoing question that kept me in trapped for nearly all my waking moments. This was the mystery of October 21. Somewhere in my life before this home, I learned that humans celebrated the 23rd of October just as we did, they held gatherings celebrated in the paranormal forces they didn't know existed. Sometimes, I'd heard they would even dress up, disguise themselves in costumes meant to terrify their friends. It seemed to me that the human celebrations of my day and somehow been shifted, so they no longer took place on the powerful day itself. But eight days later, this was good. I believed. For the naive humans to be mocking the supernatural on such an important day was not proven.

My day had come and gone many times over. And so one year I didn't leave my home. I was so intent on watching the humans from within my home that I actually failed to remember the significance of that day.

When I finally realised my mistake, I was shocked to discover that I didn't care. Watching the humans was my priority now.

It was on that day, October the year 6007. I believe that I first began to wonder if there wasn't a way to resurrect the glory of my day.

I learned that over many decades that October 23 had been forgotten in this part of the world, and its power wasn't enough to get me high. But perhaps, I thought perhaps October 31, would function just as well.

I eventually came to know this day is Halloween. The humans believed it to be an ancient holiday connected to their religions. They didn't seem to remember

But the 23rd was the real day of power. But this was fine.

Every year on the 30th, I tried to convince myself that this was my moment that I would sneak out from beneath my home and enjoy the utter bliss of my day for the first time in decades. I was never convinced by my own force, and was always left alone in my underground lair. But finally, just three short years ago, I did it.

It was the night of the 31st I knew that less than an hour would pass before the day would end and November would begin, it would be another year of disappointment. I never opened it myself that would never let happen again.

I was not thinking when I called for my lair, nothing was in my consciousness, but the instincts, the all powerful impulse that commanded my thoughts and forced me to finally act.

Before I understood what I had done, I stood on the grass above my home, the lights from the neighbourhood illuminating or the human homes. I was shocked. Since the first human settlement was built in my field, I hadn't once been out in the open air, except on the 23rd. Yet here I was standing in the darkness, my feet wet in the grass, almost as if I was a human being myself.

I cannot say what possessed me to move further. Every instinct of my body told me to flee, to run and hide in some distant place with no humans to deny my existence, but I can't move. Somehow my feet propelling me across the ground until the wet grass become pavement.

The neighbourhood was devoid of all human lights, lights run in many of the homes, but if anyone saw me walking slowly down the street, they did not seem to care. As I moved, I wondered where I'd begin to feel that older rush, that old frail, or if I ever would, I knew that leaving the home was a mistake. But if how do we improve to be no more powerful than any other day, I would be at a loss.

When I was nearly halfway down the main road, I noticed something creeping along one of the houses a movement, though without a solid form. I wondered for a single delirious moment if perhaps one of my friends had returned to discover the hidden powers of the 31st with me. But now, alas, as soon as I realised that the movement was nothing but a shadow. In my disappointment, I fail to recognise what this apparition signalled.

When that little boy came around the corner, I froze in terror. I was standing in the middle of the street, the gaudy electric lights blaring down onto my skin, there was no conceivable way that this tiny human wouldn't see me.

It wasn't the same boy at scene dressed as a vampire all those years ago. This one had darker skin and more costumes similar to my own clothing. When he saw me, his face drew together in a squint, he didn't seem afraid. In fact, he seemed to be pondering me as a whole, as if whether or not the concept of this world would allow me to exist, or remain in the middle of the street. On moving as the boy step closer. He glanced both ways before stepping off the sidewalk. finally coming to a stop directly in front of me, in his hand was a plastic imitation of a pumpkin.

Hello, he said.

Hello, I replied.

What are you supposed to be? He asked, craning his neck uncomfortably far, just to take your mind countenance. How? How was he not afraid? I wondered. How could he an innocent human and a child no less stare at me, a creature from beyond Tzigane insignificant idea of creation and not feel the slightest tremble of worry.

Well, I'm your neighbour. I heard myself saying.

I mean, who's your costume? The boy corrected, frowning upon me. My costume? I repeated. I was at a total loss as to what the boy may be talking about. Yeah. He said, Who are you supposed to be for Halloween? Yes, so for finally coming to understand. I was facing the human's power of denial firsthand. Then terror struck. What if I was going to die? After all these many centuries? What if I was going to disappear from existence and just become one little boy who could not understand me? Was there some way to prevent against being fought out of creation was either encouraged him to make him think that he was some sort of pathetic human seeking candy instead of a pharaoh high, so powerful. We could bring the dead back to life.

Here, the boy said, reaching into his pumpkin. Looks like you didn't get much candy. I took the morsel in my hand staring down at the plastic label. Snickers it said. I don't know what a Snickers was. Do you want it? The boy asked? Because if you don't, I'll take it back. I do want it. I insisted, hastily slipping the candy between my lips. My teeth made

short work of the sugary food. Hey, you're not supposed to eat the wrapper. The boy cried, as if I'd done something unspeakable. He was so pathetic I for his view of creation was reduced to this one neighbourhood and what he wasn't allowed to eat

don't tell me what I'm supposed to do.

The boy took a step back and for the first time I registered fear in his expression. You never told me what you were supposed to be like ground. Oh, the boy moments still craning his neck. I am. I'm a zombie. Zombie. I repeated freemium have word around on my tongue. The candied stuck it to my teeth and continue to fill my mouth with its sweet taste. I didn't like the way it refused to leave.

What is a zombie iPad? The boy took a step back as expression growing enough a degree of fear. Some part of him I sensed some tiny iota of his being understood that I wasn't his kind.

It's like a dead person who comes back to life the way I explained, his voice wavering very slightly.

I must admit, not familiar with any such creature, amused my tongue continue to dig at the solidified candy. The dolt the needle sharp point my tooth. They're not real. The boy said, however, in the fear of exasperation. I know that

that wasn't so human of him. That just made up like comic books and movies.

Not real, you say? I stared down at him. Arms at my sides. The claws on my left hand drummed absolutely across my leg. And what is real? I asked. What sort of monsters do you believe in?

I don't believe in monsters. The boy said. I'm not a little kid anymore. is taken another step back and the fate pumpkin slapped against Disney. Of course, you know, I replied, beginning to lean forward. My legs remain stationary as I've been at my waist. But are you sure there are no monsters? I asked. Yeah, year, the boy stammered. This time he didn't move him watch this. I lean forward my other half bridging the space between us if he fought in some absent recess of his mind that I seem to be growing bigger than he was absolutely right.

But there are always monsters, I continued. You may think there are none. You may shut off your bedroom lie and tell yourself there's nothing hiding in your closet. But my child you are so

the boy said nothing. He stared at me in fear and defiance on his young face. He stood his ground as my black eyes stared into him past his flesh and bones to where his innocent soul a trapped in his mortal body, begging to be led out and join me into the eternal feasting.

I knew that yeah, would make for a poor final speech. So I allowed the voice space to make a few remarks before I tore his head from his shoulders. They will not forget me. I thought as I carried the boy into my home, they will not forget me now not ever.

And they wouldn't I finally understood. My friends had been wrong. After all human dinar wasn't to be feared, it was to be combated. It was my job and the job of all others like me to push the bounds of the human mind, forcing them to think up new and more ridiculous explanations and so there was nothing left but to admit the truth. monsters do exist.

The human mind is a twisted, disturbing place I realised this as I crouched into the darkness of my home, tearing the little boy's flesh apart with my bare teeth, that humans would lie to themselves or to pretend that we don't exist yet at the same time, they would dedicate an entire holiday to acting out their prophetic depictions of us.

Pretending to be asked for nothing more than cheap amusement. Deep down they believed every last one of them believed. And on that Halloween night, I felt the first whispers of my old ecstasy that wants to find my day. It was then I suck the marrow from the little boys bones that I knew Halloween and my day had become one. The next year I was prepared.

After the little boy's disappearance, several families left how they were replaced by others of their kind, who in turn brought more and eventually my impulse killing the effect to bring more houses to my once grassy field.

To my great annoyance, one of these houses were built directly on top of mine.

I had the forethought to evacuate myself and whatever remains a little boy before construction began. I hid out far away careful to not be seen by human eyes. This was another of their many hypocritical stances. A scary mass was to be praised on Halloween, but demonised on any other day of the year.

When the house was finished, I returned to my lair. The human bastards have replaced my work

was my floor, my ceiling with hard cold substances that I knew I would never find appealing.

My home had been ruined and I briefly considered building myself a new one in the farther away from town.

But my friends had been unable to drag me from my home all those years ago, and they couldn't convince me to leave them and no human would either.

I've stayed in the basement ever since the humans who live in my house never come down a shoddy wouldn't stairs, except occasionally to check the furnace. On the rare day that one of them makes an appearance I keep myself well hidden in the shadows.

It was only on last Halloween a year since my impromptu feast that I was seen by a number of humans. Yes, I had known some in my lives before this was my home. But ever since coming to my once grassy field, I had been seen by no shaman eyes bearing those of the boy.

When the sun went down on the night of the 31st, the children left their homes and wander the streets. Some of them were dressed in brightly coloured uniforms of popular culture heroes. Others have retained their traditions dressing as monsters of folklore that would bring fear to their impressionable younger siblings.

Before making my move, I spent some time watching the children through my basement window. They all seem so happy for so ready to deny the existence of my people. Yes, so quick to wear our faces. It was a two edged sword. I realised only in that moment that human denial prevents us from being what we once were. Yet it's our fascination with the supernatural, their obsession with a world they don't believe exists, that allows us to remain as we are.

Denial is our enemy, and fear is our ally. As long as the human beings are afraid of the dark, as long as they create vivid monsters out of terrorist soaked imaginations, I will have power.

When I was sure the children in town were out and about, I slipped silently through the basement window

and unfolded myself on the lawn.

As I made my way out into the street, children tan to stare, some cried out in surprise and some coward and fear. But every pair of you flies was trained on the tall fins stranger in their midst.

When I came into the centre of the street, my feet planted where their friends have died one year earlier, I raised my arms to the heavens. Happy Halloween, everybody. I cried, my voice echoed for the street. The children will seem relieved and they resume their normal conversations a pair of seasons rushed by me clutching their pumpkins. Aware of scooted to the other side of the street passing by with both eyes fixed squarely on my phone. I wanted it I wanted to Halloween. This not October 23 was the true day of power, not some foolish anniversary of an evil long past, but a holiday based entirely on fear celebrated all across the globe.

For the first time in many, many years, I felt the frill building in my soul. I felt that high that euphoria that once been accompanied by ghostly figures riding through the night. I stared at my scene before me, all around me, and I knew that Halloween was my day now.

Slowly I stepped forward a crowd of children surrounding me, all babbling and laughing and excitement. I paid no attention to the words instead, I spread out my arms, allowing the tips of my fingers to brush against every child up past.

I could feel them beyond a physical touch. I could feel their excitement and their pleasure, and most importantly buried deep in the parts of their minds that forced maturity to blossom, their fear. They were all afraid on some level. What else are human beings good for but a fear and denial and what they're afraid of?

Perhaps some of the adult residents of the town wondered where the tall man in the hideous Marcia come from? Perhaps some of them in the furthest reaches of conscious falls. Wondered if I had anything to do with the child who had gone missing a year before. I hope they did. I hope they stood at the window is watching me brush my hands against the children as I'd Howard three times as high as the tallest one and agonised over the question whether or not they are becoming paranoid, delusional, or perhaps insane with the unanswered questions that have followed the boy to the grave

and our hope wherever my old friends, whatever part of the world they have decided suitably human free. I hope they are never happy again. I hope they never feel the brilliant fireworks pleasure we used to share every October 23rd I hope they never find the true immortal bliss is only eight days away.

Above all, I hope the human race continues to grow. I hope they flourish. Each one of them enjoying long, terrifying lives. I hope they all have children and their children have children. I hope they teach every generation the true meaning of fear. I am the true meaning of fear.

My friends believe they're incapable of being afraid that they were afraid of humans and the power they hold

are afraid that any flesh and blood mortal could simply wish them out of existence. And perhaps they could. But not with me. They're not with me, hiding in the shadows. No of me lurking behind every corner, waiting until the fear reaches its climax. And then I strike.

Manipulation is my game and terror is my drug. I am Halloween. If you enjoy that first story, stay here because there's going to be plenty more like in my haunted house and the sources as always creepypasta.fandom.com

I had what many people would call a warp childhood. Many children are raised on nursery rhymes, fairy tales and Dr. Seuss. And while my childhood did have these memories, my mother included another genre mine and my sister's upbringing. Horror.

I cannot count the number of times when my sister and I were reading some of Stephen King short stories for bedtime. Rather than a more common children's story.

Popsy was always my favourite. I grew up watching the classic horror movies and being told ghost stories. Many people when I tell them this asked me if I had a lot of nightmares as a child as a result. But the truth is quite the opposite. I was not afraid of the boogeyman all ghosts. To me ghosts and goblins was somebody fictional creatures that aren't in books, movies, and in stories told around the campfire. The horror genre was simply a part of my life. I love the feeling of being scared. So naturally, Halloween was my favourite time of the year.

I remember one Halloween many years ago, I was young, but not so young that I don't have first hand memories of the events soon to follow.

There was a Halloween attraction that was running just down the street from our house that had been going on every Halloween for years. But my parents never let me and my sister go before. And then one year, we were finally given the permission to go to this haunted attraction. The attraction was built into an old abandoned manor house, just a sort of place where you expect a Halloween attraction to be built. I remember being very excited as I waited to get into the house, because lots of people were coming out raving about how scary it was. I was highly anticipating having my own time inside a picture of the manor.

Like most Halloween attractions, they let people inside the house in small groups because my sister and I were only children, the attendance at the door made sure we were put in the same group as our parents and finally we stepped inside.

Inside it could have been any haunted house in America in the 90s full of fake fog and grease painted actors. I wasn't overly scared because my mother always reminded me that the actors are not allowed to touch. But I jumped and screamed along with everyone else when and once that jumped out from the hidden nooks and crannies of the old manor house.

Eventually, we made our way down into the basement, which had been changed into a stereotypical Mad Doctor setting common in a lot of haunted houses.

Needless to say, there was a lot of fake blood everywhere. But I'll never forget the basement because something seemed a little out of place. Sometimes even the most normal things can become diabolical. If you alter the perspective is something you see in a few modern ghost hunting shows and be shows. There was nothing that immediately jumped out as being evil. There was certainly nothing that the exorcist happening to tip me off that something was wrong. There was a simple site that made it much more unnerving because it stood out against the over horror backdrop of the decorated room.

In the midst of the bloody carnage of the Mad doctors operating room, I remember that old woman sitting in the far corner of the room.

She looked to be in her 80s had finning grey hair, and was very thin. I would be lying to myself if I said that she didn't scare me more than the rest of the attraction combined.

At the time, I didn't have much understanding of the effects that different physical ailments could have on a person. But looking back now, I would say that she was a victim of a bad stroke. Sometimes a bad stroke would leave the person with one side of his or her face paralysed. And that's exactly what happened.

One side of her face at trooping, and saliva was leaking from the corner of her truth to mouth. She was talking yelling at us as we passed.

Her words were bad, these slurred because of our paradise face, but I can make out what she was yelling, stop, get out, over and over again. Even passing through the basement and going out the other side. I could still hear her screaming in that awful, slurred way upstairs.

I was extremely disturbed by the sight of the old woman. But as I got away from it, I began to feel better. She was obviously an actor who worked for the attraction. Most of the attraction worked on jumpscares and she was obviously there to cater to more of the psychological horror.

Well, in any case, it worked. It said

And he worked on me.

We emerged out until the night once again and we got that instant sense of relief that made horror so addicting. The we have survived moment. My sister instantly began talking about which part was our favourite, and actor who jumped out at her in a werewolf costume had been her favourite. When it came to my turn to share. I couldn't think of anything besides the old woman night scene, I saw my family about the old woman in the basement that scared me the most. What woman in the basement, Ashley? My mother asked, shocked, I began to describe her as well as I could. When I finished, my mother said that she hadn't seen any woman fitting that description down in the basement. And the rest of my family agreed with her.

I bet the instant out of my mind. Like I said, I don't believe in ghosts, and I don't believe they were real. I tried to rationalise why they had missed the old woman and our screens. Just tend to do this was more prophetic than the last. But I knew that ghosts couldn't be real.

The next year, I was eager to step foot in the old manner again. But I was horrified to discover the haunted attraction had been shut down and would not be opening again. Since I live so close to the horn, a few people in my neighbourhood had taken up jobs there, and I asked around with them why I closed. The few people who would talk to me said that old manor house was really haunted with real ghosts, and that too many people were refusing to work there again, because of the paranormal activity going on there.

Their stories ranged from objects moving on their own apparitions, and even to physical attacks against the living that entered certain parts of the house. I laughed it off, people were probably letting the atmosphere of Halloween horns mess with them. It was probably just a couple of pranksters messing around with the workers. But no matter how much I tried to explain to the workers about how it could be a couple of Joker's messing around, but they kept insisting that it was impossible to have been any human activity. But even as I tried to convince them, I couldn't help but remember the old woman I'd seen in the basement that no one else had seen. I was kind of nervous about the whole thing, and I wanted more information about the house.

These days, you can look anything up on the internet and have an answer in seconds. But the 90s was not like that. Few people had access to the internet at the time and my family was one who did not have access. So I went to the next best thing, my mother,

I asked her about the Alton manor house. At first she was reluctant to tell me which unnerved me more than anything because she never showed away from telling us things of that nature before.

Finally, she told me what she knew. The Manor started out as a private residence built in 1922 by the original owner lost the house in foreclosure. After that it had become a sanitarium, which is something of a small hospital. Just by virtue of being a hospital in an area where it was the only hospital around at the time. A lot of people have passed away within the wounds. In fact, there are some reports that say there was at least one death per day in those walls during the time.

But that was not the part that my mother was reluctant to tell me. She told me afterwards it turned to a nursing facility. And they would have taken care of sick older people just like the woman that I had seen during my walkthrough. But the records of abuse that came out of the placement numerous, many ex employees confess that they quit soon after being hired because the vast amount of malpractice that happened there.

My mother remembered all of this because it was in the newspapers when it was going on, and was such a huge deal in the community. It made me feel a little sick to think about how those people, those human beings were treated in a horrible place like that.

And that's not all. Local legend has said long ago the building was haunted by the tortured souls of the people who died under horrible conditions. They're the man who built the Halloween attractions there knew of the history and the legends surrounding the place and built the attraction for the sole purpose of playing off those stories.

It was then that I knew I'd seen the ghost of a woman who had died in that building. She just wanted to spend the afterlife and peace but instead every year, she just wanted to spend the afterlife in peace but instead every year she and her fellow ghosts were interrupted by the living storming through their place in the 1000s, turning their situation into a choke. And for the first time ever, I began to treat ghosts and spirits not as fictional creatures only meant to frighten and scare but as real physical manifestations of a force that humans are not capable of understanding. Yeah.

The house to this day continues to be a hotspot for paranormal activity. The owner lets in a local paranormal group at least once a week, every Friday nights do an investigation. Several ghost themed television shows are filmed on location. One show brought in a psychic medium who claims that the years the house spent as a Halloween attraction has forever scarred the house and the spirits who reside there.

One thing's for sure

Now a little more careful about checking out the history of Halloween horns I go through ghosts everywhere. And of course, ghosts are everywhere of course, but I never go to a place with such a sad history attached to it. And I haven't been able to get scared inside a Halloween attraction since I don't screen jump or run away when the actors jump out of me. Nearly all of my friends have comments into my very, very in the face of these halloween attractions, but I'm not very if not really, it's just a lack of fear. Because it's hard to get scared by actors in makeup when you've been inside the real thing.

thing.

The next story is called the pumpkin patch.

Again, source creepypasta.fandom.com. Liam was the believing type, but even more so than your average third grader. Most kids at his age believed in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny believed found those towels foolish and irrelevant.

Fictional Characters conjured up to draw young hearts and minds into the holidays. Liam surmised that his faith could only lie with a single idol, like an agnostic questioning which data of Yahweh Allah and Buddha could be one true God. Liam knew there could only be one authentic holiday Totem. They couldn't exist both for Santa Ana to ferry, there could only be one. And for Liam, the one in question was the pumpkin king.

Down the road from the house was a pumpkin patch that stretched arm towards the horizon, below which the sun dipped each and every evening. This slim believed was where the holiday data arose to reward his disciples young and old.

The night on which this happened was All Hallows Eve.

The night on, which has happened was All Hallows Eve, of course. Now Liam knew in his heart that the pumpkin king was the one true idol. Just as a tiny talk with their eyes that glow knew that Santa Claus would slide down the chimney with a bag full of goodies and Christmas Eve.

But the kids at school fought Liam to be a sin for his child like beliefs. Just like the world's religion were believers of talking serpents poke fun at believers of winged horse. The grade schoolers believers of flying reindeer and Christmas elves cheered Liam's devotion to a pumpkin God.

When are you going to stop believing in their stupid pumpkin aliem which we carve the pumpkin kid's face. Santa is real. My parents told me but my parents that the pumpkin king isn't real. On his term, our walk home the school was fifth grade bullies Frankie Tyler and Aspen waited patiently for Liam to walk under the arch stone bridge. When Lima March Monday, he was greeted by a shower of cold and slimy pumpkin guts with the rain down over his head, immediately followed by the sounds of devilish snickering.

Word spread through the small South Carolina town that Liam Henson believed in Nicole and we'll be spending Halloween night at the pumpkin patch or widen his pagan dating a notion that was met with judgmental stares and virtue, signalling and virtue signalling gossip from those Bible Belt dwellers. And soon names parents stopped receiving invitations to local church functions. His older sister was shunned in school believed to be some sort of witch who like a brother bow to the heathen idols.

The afternoon of Halloween soon arrived, the classroom was thoroughly decorated for the occasion. papercut jacket lanterns were strung together with yarn and tagged to a cork staff on the wall. A large black cat cutout was pasted to the classrooms door and a Jack O' Lantern bowls are filled with candy and sat atop the teacher's desk. None of the decorations in the school dead echo anything to do with witches or goblins or vampires or even devils. Something which would have drawn judgement for more of a few sets of parents. Limbs School held a trick or treating event within its walls. Costume children lined up outside each classroom to receive their treats. Liam of course dressed as a pumpkin. He received the usual cheers from his classmates if they weren't making fun of his devotion to the pumpkin king. They were laughing at the fact that the pumpkin costumes were normally reserved for an infant's first Halloween. It was not until Liam was kindly asked to refrain from school why trick or treating, however that he became most distraught. Liam, I think it's best if you hang out in the principal reverses office for an hour. His teacher Miss volsky said he hated with a passion.

Why? Liam asked innocently. Because Liam hated her for that. The way she'd never give a real answer. She acted as if she was the all powerful overlord upon which righteousness of rules rested. But she was only part of the problem. The bigger issue was that Liam was a believer among non believers. At least when it came to the pumpkin king. This bible thumpers just wouldn't have it. The Easter Bunny and Santa Claus were fine to them because they were mascots for Christian holidays, and thus were virtuous and pure. To them the pumpkin king was equal in nature to the god Pan upon which their Satan character appearance was based.

And so Liam sat and saved and stewed in the principal's office. Principal Revis offered him candy from the bowl on his desk. As Liam pathetically chewed on a piece of Carmel he thought about how much better the other kids had it in terms of quality and quantity of candy. He made his blood boil to think about it. Of all those commonplace zombies were rewarded for the lack of original thinking.

Excuse me, I'm hope I'm not interrupting anything, Miss B, the school counsellor entered the room of the fam knock on the already opened door not at all principal Revis replied, have a seat. Oh god. Liam knew what this meant. Mrs. B was about to counsel him. Even at his age, Liam for it to be a useless position that could be handled by anyone and everyone must be sat down across from Liam. Next a principal Revis. As Ms be adjusted her hair limb caught Revis, his eyes wandering down towards a tight cupboard legs. Such hypocrisy.

Now Liam, said Mrs. Billy, in our fixed southern accent talking to Liam in a most passively degrading manner. We wanted to talk to you today about certain things you've been saying around school.

Okay, DM said on interested lamb. Do you know what the word gossip means? Oh, boy. Here we go.

Yes, Lim replied. There was a pause. Mrs. B was waiting for an answer. Go on, then. Tell me.

It means to go around saying things that aren't true. That's right. Well, that's sort of what this is about Liam. Another pause is Mrs. B stared him down with demeaning puppy dog eyes. Okay, said Liam amidst the awkward air. I hear you've been going around school talking about a thing called the pumpkin king. Is that true? Yes.

Why? Because it's almost Halloween, and every Halloween the Pumpkin King comes out of the pumpkin patch and gives precedence to all his believers.

Now that's not really true, isn't it? Yes, it is. Limb there's no such thing as a pumpkin king.

Or you would God fearing woman. Miss beat was taken aback and this was two faults not only young the intern the questioning on to her but he was also asking an intelligent question. Intelligent for his age. She couldn't tell whether he was mature and intellect or if he was just repeating something you'd heard adults say. I.

Mrs. B stammered. Yes, I believe in God. I go to church twice a week. Liam grimaced about how she pronounced twice as twice.

And do you believe the story about the snake in the garden? Of course, first story of the Bible is a talking snake in a garden less crazy than talking pumpkin in the patch. Well, Liam, it's important that you understand the difference. The Bible's the Word of God.

This was going nowhere. Limb Quinton spent the rest of the session staring at the wall. Miss B rattled off the Baptist drivel and quotes about dishes that she picked up on the help site for counsellors. She has a child Liam for unenlightened and uneducated evening soon came in. There was Liam's older sister Tara wearing a glittery witch costume. She scolded him for his own stupid beliefs. They had garnered her so much flak in school and around town. I swear to God, she said, If I hear one more word about you about the stupid Pumpkin King, I'm going to drop you off in the cemetery tonight.

But Liam would not be spending the night in the cemetery. It'd be spending it in the pumpkin patch near his house. Tonight was the night and it made him grin out of all of the torments the virtue signalling religious fanatics, the bullying, the harsh words the neglect would all pay off on this charity Halloween night.

Liam left the house but unlike the hordes of children walking the earth that evening Liam was nine costume. He wore jeans and had on a fur coat to keep warm once the sun fully set. His lack of costume drew confused stares from the adults who were handing out candy. The other children were too busy gobbling down chocolate to notice.

Limb cut fruit several yards this made its way to the patch. If he hurried him he would catch that reddish orange sunset. in its full glory.

As he walked among the swirling hordes of dead autumn leaves, he saw something out of the corner of his eye and he hoped it was just his imagination. But it wasn't. He saw them clear as day.

Frankie Tyler and Aspen. The free buddies were standing out on the side of someone's house and they saw Liam to who it was obviously walking off towards the pumpkin patch.

In this moment limb wished he hadn't run his mouth so much about the pumpkin king. The free bullies seem to freeze in place. It's a hawk like eyes, tracked limbs every step.

Going to see the pumpkin man one of them shouted. Limb wasn't sure which one this was bad. They surely wouldn't pass up a chance to get Liam alone in the pumpkin patch. Limb began to pitcher his head covered in pumpkin guts again.

Liam kept walking avoiding eye contact with his free tormentors. He can still feel the weight of the eyeballs against his back, but he didn't dare look back. It may have further provoked them. Liam arrived in the pumpkin patch and the exact time he had hoped. The sun was halfway down the horizon, Nick gleamed a reddish glow the turn the sky around it pink limb perched atop a massive pumpkin and watch the sunset. Before he knew it. The sun was gone. Give him away to a starry night sky that was complete with a bright orange half his moon.

There was chilly now and Lynn's teeth slightly chattered as the wind glided over the back of his neck.

The occasional sound of solitary wind blown leaf bouncing off a nearby pumpkin would fill Liam with a small sense of hope. Each time that happened he learned that the sound was produced by the pumpkin kings arrival. Still, Liam did have some current satisfaction at the fact the fruit bunnies hadn't shown up to torment him. At least not yet.

Nevertheless, Liam kept his eyes peeled for the Philippines.

The moon soon ascended to its peak in the sky. It must have been about eight o'clock by now and the trick or treaters will most likely heading inside. Typical of a Halloween night that fell on a weekday. But Liam was still out under the night sky. He was a patient boy in it waiting to his idol showed up.

rustling in the foliage nearby alerted him. He sat up and listen. The rustling sound was not far off. Was this the Pumpkin King limb surely hoped boom? Lemonade he fell off the pumpkin he was sitting on just as he feared Frankie Tyler and Aspen and reared their fiendish faces into the pumpkin patch. Has the Pumpkin King showed up yet? Frankie did. He was the ringleader and right now he looked especially out for blood. Each of the free brutes had massive bags of candy probably stolen off some younger kids. No comment Frankie resisted.

Bite me, said Liam. And in this moment it was as if a bomb had detonated. Limb wasn't entirely sure if what he had fought had actually exited his mouth. It was clear from the astound faces around here had indeed said it.

Why didn't you just say Statman Liam took a deep breath. I said limb still could not believe this was coming out of his mouth. Bite me. Frankie snorted out a medicine laugh. Wow. He said even after all this time you still don't get it.

What are we going to do to him? Titus neared Frankie pondered limb sat atop the pumpkin trying to look as calm as possible. His fingers nervously twitched by side and he hoped they didn't see any sign of weakness from him was like blood in the water. He wasn't sure how he's getting out of this jam.

I know. Those words uttered alone from Frankie's mouth sent chills through Liam's body. He likes pumpkin so much less stuff inside that one can't grab it.

Before Liam can budge Tyler and Aspen gripped his arms tight and yanked him off the pumpkin. This one's perfect, said Frankie as he pointed out the large pumpkin. Tyler You got a knife? Right here. Tyler pulled out a sheep hunting knife and tossed it to Frankie. Frankie pulled the knife out of the sheaf as if it were some middle aged swordsman, grinning wildly.

Her Fichte Frankie exclaimed as he approached the large pumpkin move. Frankie waved his hands wildly, like houseflies Tyler and Aspen parted from the large pumpkin Liam in hand.

Frankie knelt down in front of the massive pumpkin and viciously stuck the knife into its belly, ripping a gash right down the middle. The manner in which he stabbed it would cause one to imagine Frankie as a future serial killer.

Yeah, said Frankie as he hacked away the pumpkins flesh. Tada and Aspen nodded and snickered. I said watch Frankie carve away.

Eventually Frankie carved a large enough opening in the pumpkin just big enough that a human body could be shoved into by tight enough so that it couldn't be taken out.

Frankie golf de Leon with crazed eyes looking quite proud of his work. And now said Frankie would insert a little pumpkin lover, good luck pulling yourself out. tighter and Aspen Yank Liam towards the opening of the pumpkin. But they didn't have to use so much force, which seems a puzzle.

Lame was being curiously cooperative. And the fear that at all but faded from his face. What's the matter with you as Tyler getting right up in loons face? At least scream a little cry for help us something taller and Aspen came to a screeching halt. They scrutinise Liam's unbelievably calm features trying to make sense of it on you scared Aspen asked, go ahead and cry for your money because she want to hear you with your hours and so that pumpkin limbs relaxed demeanour persisted, but the free buddies also persisted. Tyler jab, lamb shoulder with his fingertips cry for help. He jumped again repeating his command. Liam did nothing, not even flinch. The hell's going on? Frankie asked in complete bafflement, is he tripping? There wasn't going to give the status the satisfaction all the air from the humans lungs X did his mouth in a single burst his Aspen's fist smashed into the sweet spot flames go. cry for help now tied up repeated as the two punch Liam, this time in the ribs. Elaine stayed defiant. Frankie, meanwhile, looked to be growing and patient move said Frankie as he approached Liam. Frankie raised the knife and then felt his eyes widen in of their own accord. Frankie grabbed the back of Liam's neck knelt down in front of Liam so the two were face to face. He brought the tip of the knife up two limbs chin holding it a hair's breadth away.

Now cry for help. Frankie commanded, then suddenly a change in the wind. No one could quite put a finger on it, but the atmosphere shifted. A new presence made itself apparent in the pumpkin patch, but wasn't yet seen and just about every kid who'd ever bullied would relish the mic Frankie's eyes slowly began to fill up with fear. They widened as he watched Liam's mouth slowly form into a sadistic grin.

No limbs said. You cry for help.

Frankie leaped to his feet and held the knife. at the ready. He looked panicked, has had roughly turning in all directions like that of a frightened songbird.

Here's, Frankie stammered his voice craquelin who has come out or got you?

The cold wind began to move across the pumpkin patch blowing dead. leaves all around, and there was a sudden rustling noise coming nearby, and one could see the leaves and vines moving around something crawling among them. Over there, Frankie pointed, pointing in the direction of the rustling he began to approach his stooges and toe, limb state PR not quite sure if the free of them you remember to he was there.

The freebies thing came to a screeching halt the blood in their veins running wintery.

Frankie dropped the knife as he watched the Fit pumpkin vines sliver along the ground like a boa constrictor. More vines followed. All of them crawling to one collective centric error in the middle of the patch. As this happens, limbs Madison smile grew wider and wider.

What the hell's going on Aspen shouted. I don't know, said Frankie, but I'm outta here.

Frankie began to run off but he hadn't made it. 10 steps before the pumpkin vines lashed out, snagged his ankle. Frankie fell to the ground landing right on his face. He was screaming like a little girl. Before the other to attempt to react. They too were accosted by the vines which yanked them to the ground. Help us help us quick. They all shouted the same thing. With a grin still plastered to his face. Slim turned and watched as the Pumpkin King rose out of the pumpkin patch in all his glory.

This had been part of Liam's plan all along. He know his tormentors would show up just like the harsh it's fifth grade bullies showed and the year before that, too. For each year the Pumpkin King demanded such sacrifice and limb never failed to produce.

The Pumpkin King arose a 10 foot figure the torso consisting of fig intertwined finds that wrapped around one another to form a tree trunk of swords. The head of the king was a large right Jack O' Lantern fluid in its expression. Once again, a witness to the great site name felt one knee he placed his palms on the showing his respect, how the free tormentors continued to shout in the prophetic sort of way, in the way that made them laugh with their previous victims producing the same panning screaming pumpkin kings at Liam. I've once again bought your nonbelievers now shouted Frankie, we believe we believe we all really really do believe the Pumpkin King smiled down at Liam he approved and with that the vines that held on to the free screaming brats began to drag them towards the king. They screamed and hollered that they never had before. But no one was coming. Like the mouth of the Python the pumpkin kings Jaws unhinged and His mouth opened wide. Inside the mouth floating around in the squashy guts of seeds were a few skulls and bones from past offerings.

The bullies have dug their fingertips into the dirt they were dragged closer and closer to the pumpkin kings more they're petrified faces more delightful than Liam had anticipated. Billy's Frankie sheltered in the last ditch effort to save his skin, Liam make it stop.

And with that the free bullies for slipped right into the pumpkin gins mouth. Allowed squelching noise filling the air as their bodies became submerged in the polls have guts inside their screens to became submerged, muffled and eventually silenced.

The morning after Halloween candy rabbits littered the streets. Toilet paper was strung on several front lawns and a handful of people tore down their Halloween decorations at the crack of dawn before the work type again.

Among the townspeople returning to their regular lives for the free sets of worried parents, wondering where their boys have gone. Last Frankie's moment scene of him who's departing the house with an empty pillowcase, and that soccer frantic smile as he waved goodbye to her. Aspen's mom watched as a son departed with Frankie and Tyler's mom had only heard a half hearted goodbye, uttered by a son followed by the sound of the back door slamming.

search parties were sent out to look, no one or nothing. Tanda Liam said not a word of it. Of course. The day following Halloween was always a sombre one for him, because it meant he would have to wait another year to see his God.

Eventually, the search parties went looking for the free missing boys in the pumpkin patch. They search for the entire patch looking for any sign of the missing boys or watch a glove a bag of candy and after the search parties rummage through the pumpkin patch, Lim found himself watching the story on the news that evening. As he plucked the piece from his otherwise satisfactory pot pie. He smoked the image on the television screen, his very own handiwork the phrase INRI carved into a side of a pumpkin well actually, I think that was my favourite story so far we've read today actually really enjoyed that one. The Pumpkin King is that is that actually a theory?

Like the Pumpkin King Nightmare Before Christmas wiki Of course.

Yeah, I really like the fall for pumpkin king. What if I do like pumpkin king? Folklore.

Okay, Cindy Jack.

White on the pumpkin. I wonder if Stingy Jack turned into pumpkin.

But even so, that was a really fun episode. I hope you all enjoyed it. I definitely don't man, I love Halloween. Halloween is definitely the best time of the year.

It's a great time.

And also just also a more full whatever you want to call it. It's just a nice time. You know? You've got nice colours, beautiful sunsets all kind of blends into like this nice orange hue. It's good shit.

We're gonna fuckin poetic up in this bitch now.

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