Ronald McDonald House | Creep Cast

29:48Again, that's hellofresh.com slash creepcast10fm to get in on this incredible offer today thank you to hello fresh for sponsoring the show their link will be in the description and we are now back to the episode my friend looked at me skeptically as i said the letters at a time are you sure you didn't force that on purpose asked eleonora i assured her i definitely didn't that was definitely from the spirit which that's one of the i think i mentioned earlier but that's one of the big deals with like ouija boards you can't play it by yourself because the whole point's like connected energies or whatever around the planchette so if you're playing it by yourself it's a one way between you and the spirit so the spirit wins every time oh i see at this point this had been the most clearly supernatural phenomena i'd ever experienced in my life and i was excited to keep it going my friends usually unflinching a maid of ice were a little bit thrown eleanor and martin looked ever so slightly spooked but kev was willing to go with it might as well see where this goes kev said as he started climbing down from the tree house with a slight bit of hesitation Eleanor and Martin followed suit Sweet and actually creepy night I embraced the quiet amidst the lighting Of the candles and the power of the Ouija board I geared up for my next question I wasn't going to hold back Spirit, how will I die?

31:07Brothers just died I know dude No hesitation, no surrender Literal fucking goodies fucking sloth shows up and rips him in half because it's not like it's not like he's like oh i don't believe this like he thinks he's talking to us something beyond the veil something we can't understand but the only thing that's more fucked up is that he does not care what is behind the veil no he doesn't give a fuck i don't give a fuck if you're god or the devil how the fuck am i gonna die you're like come on man just immediately dive diving into like a thing that you should never ask once you say. Ever. What kind of...

31:50Oh, sick. Okay, great. How will I die? I'm glad I know that now. Thanks, man. Yeah. Yo, I mean, what do you do? The Ouija board's like car, and you're like, great. What? Time to be scared forever. No shit. I took in a deep breath, waiting for some movement. Slowly. Depends. Interesting answer.

32:16this is literally Fred from Scooby-Doo like come on game if not a bit underwhelming I geared up for my follow up oh come on spirit what about something a bit more specific he's I've never wanted people to die so badly honestly he's about to get ripped out of that tree it's gonna be so satisfying it's gonna look like have you ever seen a sky hook the way they used to pick up people in the military where they put a balloon in the air and a plane hits the balloon and just rips them off the ground it's gonna look like that straight out the wall of the tree house it's gonna look like that little kid in fucking Arampe's pit being dragged around that goddamn river is what it's gonna look like yeah what do you do if you're like something more specific and it's like gorilla and you're like and then you turn around and there's a gorilla in the tree In the jungle, the mighty jungle.

33:21A wee-mo-wap, a wee-mo-wap. A wee-mo-wap, a wee-mo-wap. That's in the distance, getting louder.

33:31That'd be so frightening. You hear your friend outside be like, is that a gorilla? Just the thundering pounds of gorilla's fucking fist into the earth. sounds like a horse galloping towards you uh-oh you asked the gorilla question uh-oh you said the magic word my hand moved with the planchette to the following letters i try hard to focus and connect the letters since i didn't have anyone to transcribe with me what is your name weird completely dodged my question completely dodged my question and asked me my name okay all-knowing spirit I assumed you'd already know that I decided to try tricking it my name's bell movement from the planchette on the Ouija board took me to the letters do not lie my god well played spirit

34:35It takes him back to the previous question. It says two gorillas.

34:47Oh shit. Every time he's too quirky, it just adds a gorilla. I gave the spirit my actual name, Jennifer, and continue to see the follow-up response. what is your favorite food honoring the spirit's rules i opted to tell the truth instead of following up with another lie your girl loved the writing i like it it's charming it's charming with what's going on but man your girl loves don air and the spirit deserves to know that what is don air i don't know if i can know don air let me see it sounds like an airline don air is a popular canadian food oh god originating in califax nova scotia it's a variation of donor kebab featuring spiced ground beef sliced from a rotating cone served in a pita bread with tomatoes, onions and unique sweet.

35:36It's just like a taco. It's a gentrified taco. Got it. The Ouija board's response? Correct. Before I could take in the affirmation from the spirit, who's asking who questions here, spirit? Followed up with yet another question. What is your biggest fear? Do not lie. God, dude. How do you not take this as like, okay, I'm definitely going to die this way. What's your favorite food? I don't know. Just like a kebab. All right. What's the worst possible way you'd want to die? I don't know. Maybe three gorillas? Yeah, I don't know. Getting attacked by a colony of gorillas? We mow up, we mow up, we mow up.

36:24The tree just starts shaking. It's like, oh, what's that? This question took me back a bit. I wasn't really afraid of anything, or so I thought. So I struggled with it. It took me a few moments. I really, really thought of it. I kind of cringed at the answer, but it was my truth. Something horrible happening to my little brother.

36:49I'm sure little brother's gonna be fine. homegirl homegirl just sent her brother to the shadow a kid I never come back exodia I'll put it right

37:11that thing off evangelion's gonna show up the giant triangle with the laser beam

37:22or that or two gorillas no movement from the ouija board seconds turn into minutes as i kept my hand yeah the time it was taking these minutes to kill your little brother seconds turn into minutes as i kept my hand awkwardly placed on the planchette then finally thank you send eleanora well i obliged i thank the spirit for its time and decided to climb down from the tree house where my friends were waiting i passed on the spirit's message and told eleonora that it was her turn i do like this idea of having to kind of like take turns going up this is like this ritual of having to climb back up the tree house is like pretty fucking unnerving and then just being up there obviously with like some kind of other entity is creepy yeah yeah i i said hereditary earlier as a joke but in the early scenes of hereditary how the sister would sleep in that tree house yeah uh yeah up the ladder and there was like a there was an uncanniness to how different it was in the space around it's what it makes me think of it's also fun to imagine eleanor gets there it's like what's your biggest fear and eleanor is like uh probably something happened to jennifer's little brother they're just stacking the curses on this kid martin kevin i spent what must have been 15 minutes standing outside the tree house while eleanor was up there We'd pulled drinks out of our bags and were discussing my experience with the Ouija board so far.

38:43Both were incredibly surprised when I told them that the spirit was asking me questions. What kinds of questions? Generic stuff like my name, favorite food, you know. Weird. Both Kevin Martins seemed a bit thrown off by it, but I was excited. We looked up at the treehouse as we heard the sounds of someone climbing down. Eleonora had finished her session. She looked traumatized. How was it? Weird. All it did was ask me questions. questions like my name my favorite hobby my biggest fear that one took a while for me to answer kev turned to me that's a little bit eerie i agreed didn't look like eleanor was loving it either but still spirit asking us questions this has been one of the coolest if not the coolest paranormal experiences i'd ever experienced in my life eleanor turned to martin i said that you were up next it's funny the casualness yeah approaching we'll see also it's uh i like that it kind of is a bit goofy at the beginning but there is a there is a turn happening like that yeah yeah there's a realization albeit slow very slow but it's a fun uh revelation nonetheless yeah it's like um it starts with like well haha funny do you mean but now it's like they're all like oh this is kind of a little weird yeah a little scary it's also funny that they're not more freaked out by it where it not only knows all their names but it's asking them the same questions and they're not really attributing a weight to that yet like they probably should be um i'm sure i'm sure that will bode well for them in the future it'll be fine yeah yeah they'll be okay martin sessions seemed longer than the others we stood outside drinking talking about the happening so far and pulling out the occasional snack.

40:27That was a little bit traumatizing, said Eleonora. Kevin pointed to her and then up to the treehouse. Agreed. This is kind of messed up. Yeah, but that's the point. We seek out spooky happenings all the time and we never get lucky. This is an actual, legit supernatural experience. I feel like we have to take advantage of it. Even if it's asking us personal stuff, what does it want that for? Followed up Eleonora. I shrugged. While the biggest fear question was pretty weird, I didn't feel too worried that a spirit knew what my favorite food was or what my name was. Our conversation was interrupted by the sound of someone climbing down from the treehouse.

41:04Martin had finished up his session. It felt like it had been 30 minutes, which topped the rest of our sessions. We bombarded Martin with questions as he reached the ground. He looked more shell-shocked than Eleonora did. That was pretty fucked up. What did it ask you? My biggest fear. It's weird, but it felt like it didn't like my answer to that one. It almost seemed annoyed.

41:27So was it just silent for a while after that? No, it asked me way more things after. What's the happiest moment of my life was? Who I was most jealous of? Who my biggest life dream was? All that stuff. There's a lot of questions. Then finally, I just wrapped up with thank you. And that was it. He said his biggest fear was like spiders or something. so it did a psyche bow on him to find out who it would hurt the most for him to lose god just it's gonna send them to the stratosphere it's also funny to be like yeah i made that ghost pretty mad anyway kevin hey kev sorry you're up buddy yeah yeah when i left everything in the room started floating and the drumming was getting louder but i'm sure you'll be fine Martin turned to Kevin you're up next Kevin turned to all of us here goes nothing

42:29it does feel like there's a giant asteroid heading towards Earth I know I keep thinking about that idea of like Kevin getting shot out of a cannonball out of the side of the tree it's like it's like they're playing hot potato with it yeah they're not hot pop goes the weasel yeah like they're each like handling like huh would this be funny would this be funny and then the last guy up is gonna get obliterated he sighed and started climbing up to the tree house we watched him make his way to the top for the first time in the evening i had to nod in my stomach yeah you're right about there's a shift all of a sudden where it's like getting more serious only five minutes had passed since kevin first went up but he was already climbing down he was shaking his head as he made his way down the ladder into our group.

43:18Fuck that. What happened? We asked him. He just shook his head. That shit's dangerous. We need to get the fuck out of here ASAP. I'd never seen Kevin like this. He was uncharacteristically shook. You have to tell us more. What did it ask you? I mean, what did it say? Kevin ignored all our questions. He started packing up his bag. You guys can play with fire if you want, but I'm out of here. I suggest you guys come too. I watched as Martin and Eleanor started packing up as well. I had bad feelings about this whole thing. I think we should leave. Guys, what the hell? Just because it's unselling doesn't mean we have to pack up.

43:50We could just hang out up there and do something else. This doesn't feel right, said Eleonora. I watched him as they took a few steps away from the treehouse and towards the forest. You coming? asked Kevin. I stood my ground. Kevin just shook his head and started heading out on his way. Suit yourself. I had no idea what could have possibly happened up there that would have shooken him this much. He had already started walking as Martin and Eleonora pleaded with me to come with them. I said no. Grudgingly, they all left. You're probably wondering, wasn't I scared, especially now that I was alone?

44:22The answer was yes, but something in my soul told me that I was up next. I spent my whole life waiting for something that was truly supernatural to happen, and now it was in front of me. My fingers jittering, I climbed up to the tree house as my friends departed something told me something in my soul told me i was up next yeah the demon yeah no shit it's in your soul now it's kind of fun of like almost like it's planting a little seed in her mind yeah yeah something something tells me i should go back up there there's like a 40 foot tall goat behind yeah you should go back up there yeah okay if you say so demon it took me a moment to pull together the bravery to put my hand on the planchette The candles were still lit.

45:09The setting was just right. Finally, I spoke to the spirit again. Why are you asking us all these questions? Nothing for a few minutes. Then, my hand moved with the planchette, slower than usual. The answer? To confirm my suspicions. Confirm your suspicions of what? Movement from the planchette on the Ouija board. One of you is not who you say you are. No sec. What are you talking about? I heard blood curdling shrieks coming from the forest outside the tree house like nothing I'd ever heard before. What the f - the planchette was moving on its own now. I watched it go from letter to lever. That is not Kevin.

45:50He is coming back for you. Run. And so I did. The small section of the city I live in is generally known to be haunted. I think I know why. It's time for me to leave. Ah, what a fun end. That was great. I didn't I would expect that. What a little pepper at the end. I love that. This is definitely one of those stories where you wish that you had more, but at the same time, what a fun little, you know, I, I do wish that there was just a little more to see, but this causes the nice fun question of, let me ask you this. Isaiah, do you think the ghost is telling the truth? Can you trust this ghost?

46:23So, so what I think happened at that ending is, uh, it mentioned at the beginning and then there again at the end that the whole city like has a history of ghosts and spirits and stuff like that. and it's almost like this ghost is interrogating them to make sure they're all normal humans right that's why with martin when he answered the question about fear wrong it had a lot of follow-up questions like eleanora and jennifer gave questions that made sense it's like oh well my biggest fear is this i like this and spirits like yep all checks out you're good but then when martin gave a weird question it became like okay what about this what's your fear desire and then he checked out.

47:04But then we don't know what it said to Kevin, but we can assume that because of this, Kevin was possessed prior or had some spirit inside of him. So he's only up there for five minutes. The demon or the ghost figures it out and sends them on their way. Uh, so then Jennifer goes back and it's like, you need to get out of here. Cause that's not Kevin. Like Kevin's been possessed and now the mask has been revealed. It does a great job too. It does a great job in the story to by isolating the people so you don't know who's saying what there's a level of deception that happens almost immediately to where now you've been trusting these people coming down and saying well what are the things that they're saying right you've had this level of like acceptance of that now you're like wow has anybody has the things that people have been telling us even that true i don't know uh really really fun really fun way to set up that see this is the kind of thing too or it'd be fun to explore more of these characters.

47:58I like the kind of, with that, I like how goofy it kind of was. It was a little cheesy, but at the same time, I think it did that intentionally because my guard was lowered almost immediately. Like, I mean, I was just kind of, we were just having fun with it. It's so obviously something horrifying, but then to switch it at the end where, oh shit, it's maybe someone in the group. That makes it a lot of fun. Yeah. Also, someone, I'm reading the replies right now. Someone said, perhaps the ghost is the real Kevin who's died and now is in the afterlife and this thing's just assuming his identity which I feel like it would know right away then when he'd ask the rest of them questions but I mean there's so many fun theories like stuff yeah just let your mind run with it I really like that that was that's a fun little that's a that's a very fun bite-sized story yeah it's a nice little piece of like mini horror that had like it was a fun payoff like kind of goofy we were joking with it but at the end there was bite it was good I liked it a lot yeah sometimes it's nice just having that sting you know it's just nice to have that little just a little flash of lightning right at the end that's fun yeah yeah like i said a world away tweety on uh reddit uh they have a ton of stories most of them seem like these little bite-sized horror we'll certainly come back and check them out at some point actually can i see what their top voted of all time was that one has 7k the top voted of all time is a story called a message appeared on everyone's screen in the world hide oh that's cool it's like the same length it's neat didn't we didn't we read that one uh no we didn't isn't that the one where all the people they're in that apartment and like they hide in the they have to go play they like everyone's hiding in their own spot remember in the apartment all the friends over there hanging out I'm pretty sure we read that man what are you talking about it's that story where it's like all the buddies are hanging out at this apartment and then the thing flashes on the screen it says hide and they're like what and they hear the other people uh in the apartment and they have to like somebody hides under the bed somebody hides in the closet do you remember you don't remember this i have no memory of this story maybe i read that you may have read it without me maybe that was one of the patreon stories it is i just remember it was really good it's it's really fun but yeah trying to i mean me trying to recollect a story good god but i feel like i'm almost positive we read that on patreon editor put it up here did we do that there you go the next story we're reading is called ronald mcdonald house and what i want to say here this is on the creepypasta wiki i love that first off i just want to say the it says in isn't that the categories it says mental illness places and weird so you gotta love that which also if you don't know ronald mcdonald house is also a charity so hopefully they hopefully they address that don't sue us and they don't and they don't know because yeah this is actually a, a charity that they do.

50:45So I'm curious. Oh yeah. First line, they say literally say it. Okay. I was like last week, right? When we did the three stories, we didn't say what the connection was, but there was like a hidden connection where it's like, Oh, these are all about rituals or like spells and stuff like that. So there's like a hidden connectivity. You don't have to say it, but is there, you pick these stories. Is there a connectivity between the last story and this one? The, that I don't know. We have like a little spreadsheet of stuff that's organized. It was under, and I might be wrong here, but I believe this was under the categories of trapped or something like that.

51:19But I don't know. I'd have to see again. But these are just some of the ones that were recommended, and I just thought that they sounded like, I really liked the title of the Ouija board one, and then I thought the Ronald McDonald house one was just kind of funny. No, it's just stuff for grab bags. Okay. All right. Because I was sitting here like, what does the Ronald McDonald house have to do with the Ouija board team? Okay, but that makes more sense. All right. So this story, Ronald McDonald House, was written by a user named D Kingsbury, who looking at at least their Creepypasta Wiki account, they posted this in 2013, so 13 years ago, and never did anything else.

51:56Love that. They have 12 edits, which I think they're all edits to the one story, I'm pretty sure. Which, I think I did this earlier, but I don't think they have any other. yeah they don't seem to have any other social media presence at least none that i can see right away so um yeah this is their one and done we'll leave a link to their creepypasta wiki in the description to the original story and then if they ever do post in the future you can check it out or know about it there uh but i think this is the only thing they've ever posted so that could be really good or really bad well there's been a couple times we found like one-off stories that have been awesome yeah you know i mean don't be wrong just calling something wrong mcdonald house if this turns out to be a banger i'm going to be so excited it happens very rarely you know that the i still love the my little pony story that we did loved it uh so who knows i but god forbid we'll see the oh cupcakes yeah yeah yeah well you love that for it's brutal it was brutal you have to admit it was it was but that was probably we loved it for probably what was not the author's intended reason.

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55:02There's one in most big cities. You won't find it by looking for it. It doesn't have an address. It doesn't have a sign above the door. It doesn't even have windows. No, the only way you'll see it is if you're taken there. That's how I found it. Oh, the way it was described initially, I thought it was like a battered woman's shelter where it's like, no, the address is kept hidden for a reason. So people can't find it. But no, it's like, it's a kidnap thing. We're like Ronald McDonald. Ronald is definitely stealing people. Yeah. I remember when I was in high school, I was a part of this group where we did a bunch of charity work for the county.

55:41And there was this one organization where their whole thing is they have like houses set up. And if there's ever a call from like, uh, a woman or a family who's like being beaten and are abused or whatever. There's this group of people who will take them to one of these like safe houses effectively and keep them until the trial is done and stuff like that. It's a pretty cool service. But I remember we really wanted to get like, um, play stuff for the kids. Uh, we were like, Oh, we'll put a little like playground in the backyards. You know, the kids don't have to be miserable or bored while they're there.

56:17And I remember it became this huge argument because everyone was like, no, if we put playground stuff in the backyard, you know, the abuse, the abusive partners are going to recognize that immediately. Jesus. They're going to see and it's like, why aren't these in houses like on the other side of the county and they're like, yeah, but they'll be looking. They'll be looking. It's like, well, they good fucking Lord. They won't be the only house in the county that has like a slide in the backyard. Like it'll be okay. And I remember that intentionally don't want them to have fun. I remember they kept being like, well, can't we give him some coloring books?

56:52It's like, we can do that too. But it's like, they're not going to find them because of a swing. Um, and at one point someone was like, well, I would understand if, uh, you know, the house didn't have a fence. And like, maybe your fear is that, you know, the, uh, the abusive person in question sees the kid from the road. And then the person who was arguing correctly was like, no, all these houses have like tall fences. We're like, oh, well then what, what are we doing here? What's the problem? Which we did eventually i think if i remember correctly we did eventually win the argument and get like uh playground supplies to them but i just that that reminded me of that whole argument like nah if a house has a slide in it immediately abusive partner's going to recognize that he's going to smell that from a mile away so jesus christ anyway after that fun anecdote i've never met my real parents i've been in and out of foster families and group homes here in detroit since i was a kid.

57:47I'm 15 now, and I'm what you refer to as a bad kid. Always causing trouble, always getting thrown out and placed with another unsuspecting do-gooder who thinks they can help me, and I always prove them wrong. My caseworkers sat across the black metal table, looking weary and frazzled. On the table between us was a thick, letter-sized brown envelope. My case file.

58:17Military school in Lansing? Or the Ronald McDonald House? Which has miraculously cleared you for acceptance. It ended up the patience for drill sergeants and 5am reveal. And how bad could a halfway house named after a fast food clown possibly be? Ronald McDonald House it was. Dark clouds loomed above me the day I climbed into the back of my caseworker's town car. My few belongings in a backpack and the clothes on my back. That was all I could take. One of those few belongings was a photo album filled with pictures of all the foster families I'd been with. It was nice to remember some of them, even though I had royally screwed it up each time.

58:55I've had a few cases who went through Ronald McDonald House, caseworker said from the front seat. Things went so well for those kids, I never had to transfer them anywhere else. In fact, the house took over the case files and everything. Can they do that? No, it's not. No, I don't think it works that way. Now he's the kids die and I never see the kids are dead and not my problem. Most importantly, we drove into downtown Detroit past all the familiar landmarks. I'd been thrown out of one foster home just outside town because I snuck into downtown Detroit with some neighbor kids to sink into a dive bar.

59:32Good times. Nope. Here we are. Car came to a stop. We had parked in front of a tall gray windowless building. sandwiched between two other industrial buildings on narrow city street i don't i don't think that's what the ronald mcdonald's look like i don't think they look like brutalist architecture in the middle of downtown i noticed there's an address on the building to my left and one on the right but not on this particular building not even a sign are you sure i asked hesitating as i opened the car door and climbed out of the back seat slung my backpack over my shoulder clinging tightly to the strap and followed the caseworker up to the windowless metal doors.

1:00:12She pressed a buzzer, spoke to someone inside, and the doors clicked to unlock. We walked in. As soon as the metal doors closed behind us, I noticed the pin drop silence. It was that sort of silence that's so oppressive and empty and almost deafens you. Across the dimly lit lobby, there was a glass window with someone inside, a secretary. She was turned away, typing something intently. we walked over to the window the caseworker rang a bell on the counter the secretary spun around in her chair her face was painted like a clown like ronald mcdonald in fact bro get me out of here hey so uh-huh way to scare me straight the military is ready to do that thank you house you want me to that isn't this one you know i always i always wanted to support my country actually always felt like that was important so

1:01:12she even had the short curly red hair otherwise she wore a typical white nurse's dress oh my god what what you got there billy i wanted to laugh at how bizarre it was but i couldn't A chill swept down my spine. Something was not right. I watched as the nurse and my caseworker interacted. Paperwork was passed through the window. The caseworker slid my case file under the glass as the nurse slid her some papers to sign. As my caseworker signed the papers, the nurse looked at me. Her smile should have been warm and welcoming. And all I saw in her eyes was hunger. Excuse me? I can't stay here. Take me to the military school in Lansing, please.

1:01:54What's the matter, sweetie? The nurse asked. Her voice muffled slightly by the glass. Afraid of clowns?

1:02:05Yes. Yes, motherfucker, I am. I'd be shaking that caseworker like, please just shoot me in the head, please. Just kill me right here. I looked into her hungry eyes. I don't like how the eyes keep being described as hungry. Now there was a malicious glint as she laughed. A caseworker laughed too, obliviously, and said, Now, now, don't overreact. you'd hate the military school besides this would be good for you yeah this will be good for you before i could object i heard a slam behind me just went around to see an open door in the far corner of the lobby to the left of the front desk window there was no one there just some light that flooded in then creeping shadows shrill echoing laughter and growing shadows along the wall inside the door.

1:02:50Oh, here comes the welcome committee. As I stared in horror, clutching the strap of my backpack, my caseworker patted me on the shoulder for the last time. Don't worry, honey. It'll be different this time. You'll feel right at home here. I promise. She turned to go. I felt bile churning in my stomach. No, you can't leave me here. Oh, no. I've got to get going. I never did like clowns. me neither bitch god help that's what i'm gonna say like get me the fuck out of here i thought it was gonna be cheeseburgers she's getting oh yeah she's getting into the car and he's pressed up against the glass like please god help and you see like a bunch of ronalds pulling him off the window and with that she left me there metal doors slammed behind her and i was alone i faced the open doorway by the front desk again the shadows had almost entered the room and and the piercing laughter was filling the lobby with sound.

1:03:47I ran for the front doors. I pounded and yanked and pushed and screamed. Screamed for help. Screamed for my caseworker. Screamed for anyone. Please, God. I turned to see the nurse behind the glass smiling at me again. Then they entered. A whole group of laughing nurses with clown faces and red hair. Some were male, some female, but all had the same terrifying Ronald McDonald makeup. up and in the dim light of the lobby i could see the glint of metal tools in their hands bringing up the rear was a pair of clown nurses rolling a metal table complete with restraints get the away from me i screamed i pounded at the metal doors again let me out of here they surrounded me grabbed me as i thrashed and screamed and tried to tear myself away laughed as i kicked and squirmed they slammed me onto the rolling table and strapped me down I looked around wildly.

1:04:38I was surrounded. Let me go! I screamed, twisting and turning and pulling at the restraints. They rolled me through the open doorway and down a seemingly endless white hallway. They laughed and laughed and laughed. They waved their shiny scalpels and razors and needles mere inches from my face just to make me flinch and scream. It made them laugh even harder. The last thing I remember, before one of them finally injected me, was the hands. Gloved fingers prodded inside my mouth and pulled at my lips Distorting my screams and forcing an unnatural grin onto my tear-streaked, sweaty face Hot, rancid breath was in my face And a whispered, perverted voice spoke the words We love to see you smile Then as the maniacal laughter seemed to warp and wind down like a dying record player Everything faded to black I feel like this is somewhat venting a lot about like a deep fear of clowns i guess well i just i mean it goes from here's the thing it's ridiculous it goes from zero to a hundred a zero to a million so quickly at the same time though it's at least it's going for it i mean yeah it ain't boring no exactly i'm just saying from the happy happy shit it's just like at least it's like it's just being like i mean we're we're fucking here we're in ronald mcdonald's fucking murder factory or whatever.

1:06:02At least we're here and going, you know? Yeah, we're doing something with our time, I suppose. It is insane how quickly it goes from, oh, well, I, you know, I was a bad kid. I got moved from house to house. Anyway, a posse of Ronald McDonald clowns strapped me to a table and injected me. Oh, absolutely. No, I mean, absolutely. It's a zero to 100 for sure. Yeah, absolutely. I opened my eyes and was blinded by bright lights above. Shielding my groggy gaze from the fluorescent bulbs, I turned to my side and looked around. A cell. Tall white walls covered in scratch marks and stains. There was a small drain in the corner of the floor.

1:06:42My toilet, perhaps? A door with no windows. And on the floor by the door, my backpack. I tried to sit up. My body ached, and the moment I was upright, my vision started spinning. I wondered what they drugged me with. I realized I was shivering. I looked down. I wasn't wearing my own clothes anymore. I was wearing a dirty, ripped hospital gown, bright yellow with a pattern of Ronald McDonald heads all over. Nothing underneath. I heard faint, muffled sounds from somewhere in the building. It sounded like screams. I tried to stand, but couldn't keep my balance. My vision was beginning to stabilize, but my body still felt like rubber.

1:07:20I sank to my knees and crawled over to my backpack. Before I got there, I tried to open the door. As expected, it was locked. I slumped onto the floor beside my backpack and unzipped it all that remained inside was the photo album they'd taken my notebooks and pens and my cell phone of course they had i really opened the photo album instead of the photos that had been in there ones of myself with my previous foster families photos where i'd attempted to look happy and hopeful even though i knew i wouldn't be there for long instead of those photos they were crime scene photos and in each one i recognized one of my former foster families brutally murdered and covered in blood oh yeah see you know what though we didn't say that this story was written back during kind of the peak so i'm glad though it was almost a hyper realistic blood meme but it is an actual crime scene so i guess the clowns murder everyone you've known all the foster families you've known that's their strategy i guess my heart raced and my stomach churned i began to turn the pages quicker each page a new photo a new family new carnage i recognized their faces in the inside of their homes i lived with these people and now they were all dead i came to the last few pages there was a photo of a house at night then a window of that house then inside the house a dark hallway with light coming from one doorway then a photo of my caseworker brushing her teeth in the bathroom mirror then a photo of her looking at the camera in horror then a photo of her naked covered in her own blood contorted into an unnatural position in her bathtub i turned to the last page written inside the back cover of the photo album were three words you never existed hell yeah they fucking just a naked woman covered in blood in like a goddamn origami pose in some bathtub and ron mcdonald's just like you never existed this was the thing with a lot of the old ones where it's like it's a story with just the most brutal over like the idea of a naked woman brutally murdered like that's that's heavy right but yeah the brutality is delivered by a 14 year old who treats it with the same gravity as he does clown makeup that just doesn't matter it's the equivalent of kids that were like yeah like i set bugs on fire and i think it's and i hate my mom i wish she was dead it's it's like that kind of verbiage but in a story i felt bile rising in my stomach i threw the book to the ground crawled over to the hole in the floor and vomited they were right there was also a lot of vomiting in these old stories too oh yes they were right having killed everyone who ever knew me it was as though i never existed i heard more faint screaming in the distance and knew i had to get out i wiped the vomit off my face with my hospital gown and crawled back over to my backpack hopefully they hadn't found my secret weapon i was a glock i had no shit i'm like what I unzipped the front pocket and reached down to the very bottom, my fingers scraping the fabric.

1:10:40Sure enough, there they were. Flush with the seams in the bag, nearly undetectable. The pins I used for picking locks. I told you, I'm a bad kid. Oh yeah, let's go. Let's go. That gets the NCIS like, yeah! Yeah, exactly. Yeah! I told you, I'm a bad kid. i leaned against the door and listened i could hear footsteps approaching but just as soon as they arrived they faded in the other direction i knew i had to so also also um again this was written 13 years ago a highlight of creepypasta days this is definitely written by a kid and you can tell because they use a lot of like set pieces from cartoons like listening to the door hearing the footsteps get close and then go away pretty sure that's in the incredibles you know stuff like that and then like um the thing earlier about like oh all the clowns come and then like you fade to black as it sounds like the voices are getting more distant these are all cartoon motifs that they're using i knew i had to work fast i jiggled the handle with one hand and picked the lock with the other it was surprisingly simple holding the handle i slowly pulled myself to my feet I could maintain my balance now.

1:11:58I pulled the door open just a crack. A clown nurse darted past. My heart almost stopped, but his footsteps didn't slow or change and soon faded. He didn't notice me. I poked my head out the door. There were seemingly endless white hallways in either direction. The distant screams were louder now, coming from all around. Taking a deep breath, I stepped into the hallway and closed the door behind me. i decided to go to the right passing doors identical to the one i had been in behind i heard screams and sobbing i stopped for a moment at one door and heard the crying of a child inside i juggled the handle to see if i could let him out locked i kept moving looking behind me every few seconds to make sure no nurses had come into the hallway then i passed a set of white double doors i stopped again the word play place was written in tall thin letters across the width of both doors.

1:12:51I heard more screaming coming from within, the screams of multiple people, and laughter. The insane, shrill laughter of the clown nurses. I shuddered. I was afraid to find out what sort of torture was happening inside, and I knew I had to keep moving. I saw a door ahead with a stairway symbol and headed for it. As I opened the door, I glanced behind me and saw two clown nurses emerging from the play place room. Their white nurse outfits were covered in streaks of blood. I quickly shut myself into the stairwell, hoping they hadn't noticed me. The stairwell was dimly lit, cement walls and rusty railings.

1:13:27I looked at the door I had just closed. There was a red number five on it. I must have been on the fifth floor. I decided I had to get to the ground level. Each footstep echoed as I began to descend the stairs. I couldn't hear the screaming anymore, just a low, deep humming sound, like pipes in the walls. It was a welcome respite. It was a welcome respite is such an out of place sentence in this story. Respite feels like it came out of left field to hear that word get thrown in with the bloody Ronald McDonald costumes.

1:14:04I finally came to the door numbered one. The staircase seemed to descend a few floors lower, but I stopped here and slowly peeked through the door. More white hallways. No clown nurses to be seen. So far, so good. I stepped through the door and walked into the hallway. I noticed I couldn't hear any screaming on this floor. Just the buzz of the fluorescent tube lights above. Not to derail off of this, but I knew the respite thing reminded me of something. Do you remember the story about the slips that we called polyamorous hell? Yeah. Okay. In that story, I think the word crestfallen showed up three times.

1:14:43in the midst of like the crush falling dude yeah in the midst of the reddit fan fiction it uses a word from like the 1700s out of nowhere it's a damn good word that's what that reminded me of respite in the ronald mcdonald killer clown asylum story i came to the end of the hallway and another set of double doors a large red cross the kind you'd see on the lifeguard stand or first aid kit was painted across the width of them. I pressed my ear to one door. All I heard was a slow, rhythmic pulse, like a machine at work, faintly a beeping sound, like you'd hear in a hospital room. Please, please be the original Ronald McDonald.

1:15:29Please be the first one tied up to a chair kept alive by machines, like House from Fallout New Vegas, please. I knew I shouldn't have opened the door. I knew this wasn't the exit, that I should keep looking, but I had to see. I turned the handle. It wasn't locked. I peeked inside. It was a cavernous white room. Fluorescent lights flickered and buzzed. I saw wires hanging all around and hanging from the ceiling in rows. Kids. I want to be Ronald. Kids in hospital gowns like mine attached to white wooden crosses affixed to the sun. Jesus. God damn. Crucifying children. Good lord. Ronald McDonald.

1:16:23Do you see what I mean by the like I set bugs on fire like kind of idea in the midst of this. He's a bad kid. I'm a bad kid. I read about other kids getting crucified on the ceilings of the Ronald McDonald house. Which I was like, when we started the story, I was going to make a comment about like, do you think it's kind of bad to like take an actual charity and tie them to this? But this is so like, it's whatever you want, dude. Oh, call it the wounded warriors project for all I care. Kids in hospital gowns like mine attached to white wooden crosses affixed to the ceiling, literally crucified they were silent their heads drooping forward their eyes either closed or staring at nothing some seemed to twitch a bit but most were still their crosses swung back and forth very slightly and the hanging wires they weren't wires they were intravenous tubes attached to the kid's wrist tubes sucking out their blood i almost vomited again right then and there there we go vomit in the very center of the room amidst the rows of hanging crosses I could see where the rhythmic pulsing sound came from a huge steel cylinder which seemed to be collecting the blood from all the tangled tubes that dangled from the kid's wrist I could still be right about the Ronald thing I could still be right about the Ronald thing it could be it I opened my mouth to scream to cry out in anger all I could say was what the fuck and my mom can't stop me from typing that here because she doesn't know about creepypasta week she saw my instagram account and made me stop there but she doesn't know about this website that was when the alarms began to sound loud and piercing like the police sirens of hell they must have realized i was missing i shut the doors and frantically grants i shut the doors and frantically glanced around the hallway to see if anyone was coming no signs yet i ran for the stairwell as soon as i entered it i heard laughter from above echoing and reverberating the clown nurses were coming i stumbled down the stairs as fast as i could i must have gone another three stories before i reached the basement i found myself running through a dark sewer like hallway with small light bulbs overhead every 10 yards or so the smell of decay and rotting flesh grew more and more pungent as i ran the laughter continued behind me i managed to glance over my shoulder and see a group of them running after me.

1:18:53I saw them come into the light then become silhouettes again. Their smiling faces, gleaming knives and needles pushing my adrenaline to the max. I ran past alcoves full of stacked rotting corpses but I couldn't stop. I couldn't think of anything but escape. Again, the flippantness that just children's bodies are inserted into the story just literally piled up in the sewers. It's a classic. It's a classic trope. Oh man. I turned a corner and found myself facing the metal rungs of a ladder in the wall. I climbed until my head smacked the ceiling. Below me, the shadows and laughter grew closer. Their footsteps slowed.

1:19:31They were close and they knew it. I pushed at the ceiling above me, heaving upward and panting and screaming. The clowns were below me, laughing and waving their scalpels. Something cut my leg. I screamed and pushed one last time. The ceiling gave way as the manhole cover slammed onto an asphalt above. of. Circular opening. I climbed down and frantically pushed the cover back over the hole, blocking out the laughter of the clown nurses below. I lay there on top of the manhole cover for a few minutes as I caught my breath. Rain fell on my skin. The turbulent night sky above was a welcoming sight.

1:20:05I looked around. Abandoned buildings, broken glass. No lights, no cars, no signs of any life at all. A police siren somewhere in the distance. Then silence. I climbed to my feet. Pain shot through my leg. I looked down and saw the cut on my ankle where Clownurse had slashed me. Bastards. Living the best I could, I started to walk. Hello? I called out. The only answer was his distant roll of thunder. Somebody! Help me, please! My foot fell on something soft and mushy. I looked down. A newspaper. I peeled it off the wet asphalt. Most of the ink faded But I was able to make out the date July 13th 1992

1:20:53What? The time travel thing? I don't know What happened July? Wait why did he time travel? Well we don't know yet We'll see What happened on July 13th Why did that? Okay um all right i dropped it an icy dread filling my stomach i kept walking can anyone hear me please anyone please my words faded into delirious sobs i stood still for a moment the rain had soaked through my thin hospital gown i shivered as the wind blew then i saw a light in the distance. It was a big yellow M in the sky. A McDonald's, of course. I limped toward it. When I got to the place, I saw that apart from the M, the rest of the building was completely dark.

1:21:51I walked cautiously toward the broken windows and looked inside. Darkness. I turned and surveyed the play place outdoor playground. Ten foot tall structures of colored tubes for kids to crawl through sitting at one of the benches was a familiar figure a ronald mcdonald statue you know the one you know the one where you can sit beside him and it looks like he's got his arms around your shoulders every kid's seen it i shuddered at the sight the doors were unlocked i walked in out of the rain silence darkness i noticed that the decor wasn't like the modern mcdonald's you see it was the same as it was in the 80s with white plastic booths and red and yellow tiles the wind seemed to whisper through the broken windows i noticed something on the front counter a black rectangle i got closer a laptop a nearly new laptop i let out a soft delirious laugh i knew what i was supposed to do i took the laptop outside and sat beside the ronald statue i opened it and began to type the story the rain is falling on the keys but i don't care there's nothing left to do now but wait because i've been noticing out of the corner of my eye ronald is trying to look over my shoulder he's laughing now all i can do is join him dun dun dun you know what for a classic creepypasta story doesn't make any fuck I mean like it's so it's so random yeah but there's just that charm man I always love when we kind of come across these old classics from over a decade ago and it still just has like a little bit of charm the children crucified on the ceiling is the true cherry that's so good and I choose to believe that the thing and I was right and the thing inside of the cylinder was the original Ronald McDonald yeah like he's like a little embryo kind of yeah some kind of weird thing you know what all in all pretty fun also a fun day of you have the exact same ronald mcdonald bench i do i have a 1985 ronald mcdonald statue and it's i'm looking at it right now he's beautiful yeah and the bench and the bench so you could go you could you could be the kid and you could join ronald i will have i will make my own ronald mcdonald house and before too long i will crucify children and put them up on my ceiling that just has to be these are just so interesting to me because it's like what was the train of thought that led to it it's like no did this kid see an image of like an 80s mcdonald's with like the old booths and stuff and he got kind of like the liminal feeling that's been you know super you know played out now but i think kids just write things from what they know you know i mean like it's just this idea it's the same thing of why there's a squidward suicide and it's just these things of uh they just know about it they know other kids know about it and it's just there's just the level of innocence it's so funny too it's just like what's the most what's the weirdest most fucked up thing i can think of to put into a story and i love that the story doesn't really have like any real purpose besides being like what if what if there's a place where ron mc the people dressed up like clowns and they tried killing you but there's no real explanation anything it's just like these little vignettes of like crazy thoughts and there's like a real there's like an interesting charm to that just It's just from a different time.

1:25:18You know, I just, that's why I like it. It's fun. Yeah. Yeah. I like the, I like the, how it goes from like, oh, I was a bad kid. So anyway, here's the crazy nurses and it's a giant building and the kids are crucified. Anyway, I'm time traveled now for some reason to July 13th, 1992, which as far as I can find does not mean anything like that date has no significance. And I'm in an old McDonald's and I'm now part of the McDonald's collective, something that's not been brought up or mentioned at any point. I can't tell if that's supposed to be an extension of the Ronald McDonald House is what I'm thinking.

1:25:54It maybe is. Either that or time travel. We just don't know. I don't know. Regardless, you know what? It's a close one between the two, but I gotta say, I think I like that first story a touch better. Yeah, Luigi boardroom was fun. That's our episode today, guys. Thank you for joining along with us and hanging out. Be sure to check out the links below and support the authors. We really would appreciate that. thank you to our audio listeners over on spotify apple podcast and where you can listen to an app podcast thanks for giving us a nice rating and also thank you to our patrons and if you want some extra content check out the patreon it helps us out uh until next time guys stay creeped we'll see you next week stay creeped appreciate you guys um and the motorcycle wreck was very cool and scary and brave of me in the time um the video just didn't do it justice and hunter's wrong for making fun of me for it.

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