There's Something Wrong With Wendigoon | CreepCast

6:56Wendigoon:Hold on, hold on, hold on. I mean...

7:05Wendigoon:It's a bit uh... There you go. Maybe, maybe, maybe you buy both. it's a Russian nesting doll styled backpack I don't know we have shirts and stuff too fuck it you want to buy it I don't care let's finally get to the story

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7:29Wendigoon:alright I'm kidding please don't be mad at me he is very high energy today also hey shout out to patrons yeah man good one

7:45CreepCast Host:um shout out the patrons they okay thank you all very much to the patrons who continue to support us it means the world um your support means a lot lets us keep doing this so thank you there's something wrong with daddy something wrong with dad elias witherow all-time author hunter are you ready to get into let's do it let's do it 15 years ago something terrible happened to my family It's taken a lot of therapy and drugs to help me cope with it. I still think about those days a lot. I can't seem to get some of the images out of my mind. They scare me. They keep me up at night. I want to forget, but I can't seem to.

8:25CreepCast Host:My therapist told me I should write it all out. She said that it would help me purge some of these memories. I'm not sure if I believe her, but I'm going to try. I have to. I need peace of mind. I can't keep living like this. A couple things you need to know before I begin One, my family didn't believe in technology We didn't have a TV What does that mean? It means they didn't have technology Don't believe in technology? Well, I'm sure they believe it exists But like they didn't believe in having it It might be Amish Like Amish Midianite Might be an Amish story We didn't have a TV, a computer, a phone, anything My dad believed those things would rot your brain out and he was always happy to tell people just that.

9:10CreepCast Host:Two, my family didn't like to be bothered. Our house was out in the hills down a dirt road. We didn't have neighbors, we didn't have company. It was just us, my mom, my dad, and my brother Jay. My mom homeschooled us and my dad would take his truck into town to work at the bank. I wouldn't say we were an unhappy family. My mom, Ann, was caring, kind, and had a passive way of dealing with things. She was a soft-spoken, submissive woman. my brother jay was two years younger than me i loved my brother he was a troublemaker and i constantly had to cover for him hiding some of his more mischievous actions from our parents and then there was my father henry he was an old-fashioned kind of man strict but honest he believed in a moral code believed in being an upstanding example and was a hard-working provider for our small family.

10:03CreepCast Host:That was before everything went bad. That was before my father changed.

10:09Wendigoon:Also, I just want to say the same people that do like TV will rot your brain out. That's the same guy smoking like menthol cigarettes and drinking Everclear and all that kind of stuff. You're ruining your mind with that.

10:20CreepCast Host:I know people that smoke cigarettes but won't sleep next to like Wi-Fi or Bluetooth. systems.

10:30Wendigoon:We're going to put that phone in a... Yeah, they've got signals. You better seriously put that phone away. Get away from me. Those radioactive waves are fucking my mind, man. Like eyes completely yellow. Is that a Nokia?

10:52CreepCast Host:It doesn't have Bluetooth, does it? Keep that away from me. You can get that away from me right now. I was sitting at the breakfast table, happily munching my toast. My six-year-old brother sat across from me, slurping down his milk. My father walked into the kitchen and asked Jay to stop being so rude before going to my mother, pecking her on the cheek, bidding her good morning. My mother smiled and helped him with his tie, telling him his lunch was packed for the day and to come home safe. My dad threw on his sports jacket and grabbed his briefcase from the kitchen counter, ruffled my hair, and leaned down next to me.

11:25CreepCast Host:Are you going to be good for your mom today, champ? This close, I could smell his cologne, his face freshly shaved. He was a good-looking man, tall and dark with broad shoulders. I'd always looked up to him and admired his physicality.

11:38Wendigoon:Yeah, Dad, I'll be good. So I'm not going to say anything yet.

11:43CreepCast Host:Because like any other story, I wouldn't give that a second thought. But just because...

11:48Wendigoon:Well, he's just a giant neon sign at the beginning of the story.

11:53CreepCast Host:We had multiple stories like, wee-oo-oo-oo-ee. Yeah. Yeah. Smiling, my dad went to my brother and asked him the same. My brother shrugged his shoulders, a goofy grin on his face. One of his front teeth was loose, and it stuck out at an angle, the object of much fruitless wiggling.

12:11Wendigoon:Maybe today it'll come out.

12:13CreepCast Host:He kissed Jay on the forehead and said a goodbye to my mother, blowing her a kiss and was out the door. As I finished my toast, I heard him fire up the truck and back it down the gravel driveway. My mother began cleaning up the breakfast dishes, telling Jay and I to finish up and fetch our school books. I hated school, as all children do. I thought it was boring and a waste of time. The woods and hills were more interesting to me than words or pencils. Groaning, I brushed the crumbs from my shirt and motioned for Jay to come with me to our room to collect our school supplies. The day passed like so many before it.

12:47CreepCast Host:Jay and I sat at the kitchen table, doing our schoolwork, listening to our mother, and trying not to die of boredom. lunch my mother made us peanut butter sandwiches we were allowed to go outside for an hour this was always my favorite part of the school day jay and i bound from our house and went to the woods we climbed trees through rocks at each other then finally took turns rolling down the grassy hill we lived on i remember how warm it was that day the june heat foreshadowing an even hotter july we heard our mother calling us back in and we obeyed stealing ourselves for the final stretch of schoolwork hours seemed like years in that kitchen but three o 'clock always came when the hands on the old clock made a right angle we were allowed to close our books for the day that evening jay and i decided to make paper airplanes on the living room floors my mother prepared supper i remember the delicious smells wafting through the house as we folded newspaper into planes jay had just finished his first one holding it up proudly when dad came home From the second he walked into the door, I knew it was going to be a bad night.

13:51CreepCast Host:We all have those memories of our fathers, probably when his temper got the better of him and everyone was on eggshells. This was different, though. There was an aura of tension around him that I had never seen before. He didn't say anything when he walked in, just tossed his coat over the back of a chair and put his briefcase down. My mother turned from the stove and smiled at him, welcoming him home and asking how his day was. Dad said nothing Just going to the sink and filling a glass of water He trained it in one long gulp and set the glass down Turned to Jay and I Something hard and dark in his eyes What are you doing?

14:30Wendigoon:Look, Dad, it's a B-52 bomber

14:33CreepCast Host:He said proudly, swooping his paper plane through the air My father took a step forward suddenly Snatched it from his hand, examining it He lowered the plane and stared at us Is this the paper I was reading this morning? I swallowed. Yeah, Dad was in a bad mood.

14:51Wendigoon:I told them they could use it. I thought you were finished reading it.

14:55CreepCast Host:My mother intervened. My dad turned to her. Well, maybe you should ask me next time.

15:01Wendigoon:Do you think you can handle that?

15:03CreepCast Host:My mom blinked.

15:04Wendigoon:I'm sorry, honey. I didn't think it was a big deal.

15:07CreepCast Host:My dad said nothing. Just pulled the kitchen chair out and sat down, watching us. I felt uncomfortable. I felt like he was looking for an excuse to be angry. He wasn't usually like this, but there had been a time or two his anger had gotten the better of him. For the most part, though, he wasn't a violent or even loud person. Bad day at the bank, dear? My mother asked, stirring a pot full of sauce she was preparing.

15:42CreepCast Host:My dad turned to look at her.

15:44Wendigoon:I had the worst day I've ever had. You can't even imagine. None of you can. The things I go through to put food on this table!

15:54CreepCast Host:My mother turned and frowned.

15:57Wendigoon:I'm sorry to hear that. Can I get you a beer?

16:04CreepCast Host:Is that your I want a beer? I had not. Uh, duh.

16:21CreepCast Host:Earth to stupid Yes

16:28CreepCast Host:That's how he talks to his wife too

16:30Wendigoon:No I do Oh my god baby Please could you

16:42CreepCast Host:my mom went to the fridge and pulled one out handing it to him and putting a hand on my dad's shoulder reassuringly my dad went to twist the top off but pulled his hand away with a snarl

16:53Wendigoon:ah shit of course it's not a twist top why would it be such a funny thing to get mad

17:06Wendigoon:I guess you need a goddamn opener for everything. Nothing works in this house.

17:13CreepCast Host:Nothing works in this. Fuck! I could see a drop of blood on my dad's hand from where the cap had cut him. I began to look for an excuse to leave the room before dinner.

17:21Wendigoon:Relax, dear. I'll get you a bottle opener.

17:24CreepCast Host:My dad shook his head. Oh, don't bother. Raising his arm, he smashed the neck of the beer against the table. and shattered it. Poured the beer from the fragmented neck into a glass before tossing the empty bottle towards the trash can. It missed and shattered on the floor. Henry! My mom said, her voice a soft hiss. My dad took a long pull and set the glass down, hard on the table.

17:47Wendigoon:Maybe next time you should just get the goddamn twist-off caps! Maybe you should think about me once in a while!

17:55CreepCast Host:Not wanting to fight, my mom quietly turned around and continued making dinner. My dad took another drink from the glass and looked at Jay and I. I quickly looked down at my half-made paper plane and mindlessly fiddled with it. I didn't want him to even know I existed right now. Tommy! My dad called. My heart froze. I looked up at him, panicked. Were you good today? Was Tommy a good boy for mommy? His voice was condescending, his eyes boring to mine. I nodded. he drained the rest of his beer staring at me before putting it down and muttering you better have been my brother and i tried to melt into the floor my dad stood and went to the bedroom to get changed out of his work clothes let out a silver leaf and looked at jay he grimaced at me and shook his head his loose tooth jutting from his upper lip be good tonight i whispered urgently to him i picked up my plane and decided to stash it in my bedroom didn't want to give my dad any excuse to flip out tonight out of sight out of mind this is this is like so far just very

18:58Wendigoon:tragic just a very sad scenario i feel like this seems like this is legitimately most nights at my house growing up i feel like was the uh it's just doing a thing of being like hey how was your day oh spin me up and let me go it's like a loose cannon emotionally immature dad

19:21CreepCast Host:It's kind of what this reminds me of. It's funny because I was about to be like, yeah, I've heard from people who have had abusive households.

19:31Wendigoon:I mean, I've never seen my dad also first. I thought the kid was going to be like, dad, what about broken glass shards? If you smash the bottle, he'd go everywhere.

19:39CreepCast Host:And you'd be drinking it.

19:41Wendigoon:It's like cutting off his throat and shit. Ah, it's smooth. Just coughing up blood.

19:50Dad?

19:51Wendigoon:You good boy? You good boy for mom? Blood sweating blood. You good boy for mom? Hmm? Was there the paper I was reading today, big man? Hmm?

20:03CreepCast Host:Can you read that?

20:04Wendigoon:Can you do that? Dad truly has become scary, hasn't he?

20:11CreepCast Host:There's certainly something wrong with that.

20:13Wendigoon:There's something wrong with Pep Pep.

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21:59CreepCast Host:As I walked down the hallway towards my bedroom, I passed my parents' room, glanced inside and saw my dad. He was standing by the bed, shirtless and facing the door. For a split second, I froze, expecting him to bark at me for something. then i saw he had his hands over his eyes his elbows jetting away from his body didn't move a muscle stood like that silently like he had been turned to stone i didn't know what to make of it the odd display unnerving me i didn't stick around to find out what he was doing and quickly scooted down the hall to my room i deposited my plan on my dresser just as I heard my mom call everyone for supper.

22:40CreepCast Host:Jay and I trot to the table as my mom placed a steaming bowl of hot spaghetti on it, smelling of garlic and basil. Jay rubbed his stomach and swooned, expressing to mom how hungry he was. Took my place at the table next to him as my father entered the kitchen. Wordlessly, took a seat at the head of the table, opposite my mother, who shot him a cautious glance. He folded his hands and turned to me.

23:04Wendigoon:Why don't you say grace for us tonight, Tommy?

23:06CreepCast Host:I nodded and closed my eyes, locking my fingers together.

23:11Wendigoon:Dear Jesus, think...

23:13CreepCast Host:I jumped as my dad slammed his head down on the table. Jay let out a little squeak and my mom visibly flinched. My dad leaned towards me.

23:20Wendigoon:Now, Tommy, how do you expect Jesus to hear you when you talk so softly? Start over, but louder.

23:29CreepCast Host:My heart was thundering in my chest and it took conscious effort to keep my voice from shaking. My father's outburst was so sudden and out of character for him that I didn't know how to respond. I lowered my head and began again.

23:42Wendigoon:Dear Jesus, thank you for the food and thank you for my mom who made it.

23:47CreepCast Host:After a pause, I added,

23:49Wendigoon:And thank you for Dad, who goes to work for it. Amen.

23:54CreepCast Host:My mom echoed my amen. Amen. Told me that was a nice prayer. Jay was staring at my dad, my knees blooming in his eyes. Dad looked at the bowl of spaghetti and I saw his jaw clench.

24:06Wendigoon:This again? I guess it's not your fault, Dan, that you can't cook anything but noodles. It's not like your family had the money to send you to college to make something of yourself. Gosh. God damn.

24:19CreepCast Host:My gosh. Good lord. Fuck sakes. My mom looked up at him, shock rippling across her face. My dad met her stare, his face carved from stone. He was daring her to say something to him. anything wisely my mom lowered her eyes and began spooning out the steaming spaghetti jay immediately dug into his twirling his fork around the sauce noodles and shoving them hungrily into his mouth i winced as he slurped down a mouthful causing the red gravy to squirt from his lips dad turned him size ice jay what have i told you about being rude at the table jay froze fork halfway to his mouth. Uh, uh, he stuttered, mind-blanking.

25:03CreepCast Host:My dad curled a finger at him. Come here. Now. I felt my heart sink into my guts and turn to rot. I was breathing heavily, not wanting my brother to be in any kind of trouble. I watched as he slid from his chair, fearing his eyes. Bring me your plate, he said in the same iron voice. Jay turned and took his plate, slowly walking it over to stand in front of my dad. My father looked him over, shaking his head, his mouth twisting into a grimace. They didn't raise a pig.

25:34Wendigoon:But if you insist on being one, you're going to eat like one. This is rough. This is just... Is it even a horror story? This is just sad. Hey, thanks for inviting me out, Hunter. Great time. Thank God we're back in person reading this, huh? Harry's like, guys, I know a great story. This will be a good dick off. Dude, honestly, this is going to... Everyone's going to love it. this one it'll kill zero nuts

26:01CreepCast Host:he suddenly grabbed jay's plate and threw it on the floor shattering it and spraying spaghetti everywhere i jumped to my seat again forcing my eyes away and praying i disappear my mom gassed and her mouth fell open my dad pointed to the floor go ahead son

26:16Wendigoon:if you're so desperate to be a barnyard animal you can eat like one

26:20CreepCast Host:when is it socially acceptable to kill him from the wife's perspective What is it like she gets her?

26:26Wendigoon:I don't think he deserves death, but I think you could be like, we should get out of here.

26:32CreepCast Host:I mean, what good does he throw?

26:34Wendigoon:He threw a plate of spaghetti on the floor.

26:35CreepCast Host:Yeah, but he's making his son like eat off the floor.

26:38Wendigoon:I hear you. Do I think that calls his death penalty? No. Okay. You know, I think it's, I think. Hunter Hancock hates children and families. I think that this is a good time. This is a good. Let me tell you what this is. This is a red flag moment, right? I thought you were about to lead into an ad read. No, no.

26:56CreepCast Host:This is a great time to talk about our response.

26:57Wendigoon:Ridge Wallet. No, this is a thing where this is a time in a person's life, which if someone's going through this right now, maybe there is. Maybe there's someone listening to this that's going through it, right? This is a moment where you say, hmm, that's a bit of a sign that this is probably not the correct environment. I should leave. Yeah.

27:15CreepCast Host:I need to get out of here. Yeah.

27:17Wendigoon:Which is sometimes hard to do, but, you know.

27:20CreepCast Host:Yeah, you should leave because it will not get better. I think as soon as he lays a hand on the child, I think that's worth it.

27:25Wendigoon:That's worth shooting him? Yeah, or cutting off his hands or something like that. Okay. You know what I mean? I feel like the cutting off... A little plate of spaghetti on the floor.

27:34CreepCast Host:It's not so much the throwing the spaghetti on the floor as much as it is making the kid. Well, of course. Of course.

27:39Wendigoon:I'm just saying.

27:40CreepCast Host:Yeah. All right. Yeah. Jay looked at my mom, and I could tell he was on the brink of crying. Not sure what to do, begging someone for help. Henry, don't you think you're overreacting a little bit? My mom ventured timidly. My dad slammed his hands down again, his voice rising.

27:58Wendigoon:And if you don't raise these kids to be gungrant, hate it when the wind blows north.

28:05CreepCast Host:I think he's trying to say ungrateful. I think he's having a stroke. That's kind of what it's like. Or he's transforming. It looks like he's like. Yeah, like something weird is happening to him. Everyone paused. I chanced a glance at my dad. What? it sounded like he switched sentences midway through my mom said nothing waiting for her husband to continue jay sniffled beside me and i reached out a hand and took his squeezing it gently my dad blinked and one of his eyes rolled up into his head and then righted itself happened so fast i almost didn't see it cleared his throat and gave his head a quick shake my father blinked a few more times and then looked at me and jay saw me holding his hand

28:46Wendigoon:jay on the brink of tears tommy look over brother's hand he said his eye twitching slightly

28:52CreepCast Host:i obeyed our sweaty palms separating i watched my father food forgotten my throat dry and mouth parched i didn't understand why he was acting like this i had never seen this hostile towards us i knew that sometimes when he had a bad day at work came home frustrated but never liked this what had happened today father looked at me in my seat waving jay to sit back down tommy your brother was being punished do you know why i punish you boys it's so that you understand right from wrong now i just saw you trying to come for your brother that tells me

29:33Wendigoon:that you're on his side that tells me you think it's okay to act like a pig at my table

29:40CreepCast Host:I shook my head frantically. Nah, nah, it's just I wanted to... My dad cut me off with a wave of his hand. Stop!

29:46Wendigoon:Stop!

29:47CreepCast Host:I don't want to have to punish you for lying as well. Padded the tabletop. Put your hand on the table. Shot my mom a terrified look, begging her for help. Her eyes were wide and her face pale. Didn't know how to react. Had never seen her husband so cruel or sharp with us. She was speechless. afraid that saying something would antagonize my dad further on the table my dad repeated his voice hardening handshaking i placed it on the table palm down jay had started to cry next to me tears dripping from his cheeks my dad picked up his fork at like what point is this just like

30:27Wendigoon:well he's a monster well yeah but it's just is this not just like torture porn he's well he's monster hunter oh okay i forgot yeah that's fine henry mom whispered eyes wide i looked at my dad fighting back my own tears fear choking me my father gripped the fork you need to understand

30:49CreepCast Host:that he stopped suddenly coughing hard and then gasped in a dry voice don't you hate the wind in the north he dropped the fork on the table and his mouth fell open his tongue stretching to his chin his eye began to twitch rapidly and he rubbed it viciously closing his mouth and gritting his teeth none of us moved paralyzed by the odd display i had no idea what he was talking about or why he was acting like this something was wrong with him that much was clear after a few seconds my dad lowered his hand from his face and smiled at all of us i think you boys understand now

31:27Wendigoon:Remember what I said and we won't have to do this again, okay?

31:32CreepCast Host:Jay and I nodded vigorously. Desperate to get away from the tension, the table, all of this. I felt like I was stuck in some alternate reality. Nightmare, just waiting to wake up from. My dad pointed to the floor. Tommy, could you please clean up that mess? As I scrambled to comply, he turned his eye to my mother, looking her up and down where she sat. he began to twirl a spoon in his hand and got a strange look in his eye it was as if he was evaluating her as a person taking in all her physical features so I was scraping globs of spaghetti into the trash I heard my father say

32:08Wendigoon:Jay, can you go around to the back of the house and get me a brick don't don't like that don't like anything while he's looking at his wife there too my mom

32:23Wendigoon:What for Pops?

32:26CreepCast Host:Gee, Dad, what is it? Jay, can you get me a frying pan? Go to my study and get the katana.

32:35Wendigoon:Jay, can you go to my study and get the keyblade? What do you want the keyblade for, Dad? And get me Mickey's shield. Where the fuck it is? I was really into Kingdom Hearts. I was kidding. Paraphernalia. Fucking get me Goofy's boots as well. Dad? What are you talking about?

33:06Wendigoon:Turns into a violent, torture porn Kingdom Hearts fan fiction.

33:12CreepCast Host:Where did you even get Kingdom Hearts? It was just up there somewhere and you just grabbed it as it went by. I don't know. Okay. I don't know. I heard my brother get up and open the side door to the house. The hinges creaking in their familiar way. Henry, what's wrong? I heard my mom ask in a hushed voice. Even as I sponged up the mess, I could hear the fear in her voice. My dad didn't respond. I finished wiping sauce from the floor just as Jay shuffled back into the house. He held a brick in his hands, dirt staining his fingers. Cast down eyes, he brought it to my father, placed it on the table next to him.

33:49CreepCast Host:My dad turned to the both of us His voice cold steel Now both of you go to your room for the night I'm going to fuck your mother

34:01Wendigoon:Where's Harry? Get him in here I'm gonna fuck your mother What's he doing with that brick?

34:08CreepCast Host:Where is Harry?

34:10Wendigoon:What's he doing with that brick? Hold on Me and your mom were playing Bob the Builder Can he fix it?

34:16CreepCast Host:We need we need to interrogate this

34:19Wendigoon:why do you call mom's vagina the chimney

34:21CreepCast Host:no bad bad you're not you don't don't this is not funny this is not cute this is very bad and not good

34:31Wendigoon:it's funny because it's just I think if I can assess we're not done yet but if I can assess so far I think that it's trying to make like a mutation or like an uncanny valley thing out of like a story out of basically like family abuse or like a paternal abuse situation, right? And then transforming that of what would be just an emotionally unfit parent actually transforming into something is what's going on. Like a Mr. Hyde kind of thing. The problem with this, which is the same kind of problem that at least I have with Tommy Taffy, is that it's just so abrupt and it's just one of those things where it's like, huh?

35:13Wendigoon:You know? He starts it off like, to me, it's not justifiable. or not that just fall. It's not satisfying enough to just be like, my dad was a great guy. Yeah, he didn't let us have internet, but, you know, he thought it ran our brain out. And all of a sudden he's just like, I'm going to shove this brick up your mom's vagina. Because that's what he's saying, right? Yeah, that's what the implication is.

35:32CreepCast Host:Yeah.

35:33Wendigoon:I wonder why a brick.

35:34CreepCast Host:Because it's coarse and painful and huge. I mean, that's all that makes sense. Yeah. It's torture. It's like.

35:45Wendigoon:this is all torture porn is what it is yeah at this point literally yeah i like how harry was like they'll love this okay well i don't think he ever said he'll love this i think he just said that this is like he put it on the docket he did put on this i mean i mean you have to you have to

35:59CreepCast Host:kind of fault him a little bit for that yeah he put this on the docket and earlier there and i said let's start with this one he goes that's a good one alias witherow to what i've been noticing

36:08Wendigoon:a big motif is older the perspective always of the older brother younger brother mom and then some kind of and then the dad figure is always like in tommy taffy wasn't the dad the guy just that would just like didn't he just like listen to the mom well his thing was so there were two

36:24CreepCast Host:families in the first tommy taffy story he was like oh this happened to me when i was a kid we

36:28Wendigoon:have to let this play out yeah uh and then but the dad let the mom the basement yeah yeah right

36:36CreepCast Host:and his daughter remember there's the one where the boy comes his son comes to him and he's like come here and he could hear the noise in his daughter's room and he was like we just have to ride this out we're gonna have to edit this and then in the flat in the second one which was a prequel about the dad as a boy his father got killed by tommy taffy because his dad kept trying to his dad was the one that tied him up in the basement set him on fire and everything tommy comes back and like drives a steak through his mouth and kills him is it i get or let's just read it's it if both stories put you in an insanely uncomfortable scenario where it's like i don't want to think about being in this scenario because Tommy Daffy is like what if someone was going to what if what if superman was a pedophile yeah what if someone was going to rape your kids and you couldn't do anything about it you just had to be there no he kills you if you try and then

37:36Wendigoon:he rapes them it's very unforgiving there's i i think that's probably why too is why it feels so bad is that it's like there's really no point like it's it's completely hopeless yeah which i i think might be a narrative choice of like the hopelessness of these situations or something

37:51CreepCast Host:because what's a kid gonna do yeah but i wonder if there's a way where is there a way that you

37:55Wendigoon:could write that to where it's unnerving and not just revolting like is there a way to get across

38:00CreepCast Host:that idea without having it be maybe so literal i guess for a horror story revolting can be the point where it's like gosh that made me uncomfortable and that's like yeah but i don't

38:08Wendigoon:think that's satisfying that it's not a horror i enjoy but it is a kind of horror is that the same kind of stuff because we've had people recommend us there's the the story like playground i've always hear people talk about playground the book and there's like uh i think that one's more of like saw trap stuff like wacky ways people get killed okay so i think but is that not you know I guess in a way, is that not torture porn? I mean, similar. Where it's just like, this is a, like, can you imagine going down this thing? And it doesn't really matter. It's like, there's really no escaping it. But it's just like, it was a slide with blades.

38:43Wendigoon:Yeah. Or whatever.

38:44CreepCast Host:It's just not comparable to that in a way. I think it is in the sense of it's like, that one's a bit different because I would say there's like gimmicks. So it's part, like a Sawtraps. It's like the funness of it, sort of. Whereas this one's kind of like, don't you hate this? Don't you, I bet you feel real bad right now.

39:00Wendigoon:Well, I think it's also trying to tap into people where it's just like, I bet you, you know, just tapping into like, I guess that like that memory of like, I don't know, a fight you maybe had with your parents. Yeah. You know, it's like trying to like twist that in a way where it's fucking to an extreme, obviously. Yeah. I don't know.

39:17CreepCast Host:Yeah. I heard my mom gasp as Jay and I turned away, took my brother's hand in mine, heart racing. I was terrified. I rarely heard my dad use that kind of language before and never in such an abrasive manner. So we quickly walked to our room. I looked at Jane, saw his face was a mess of snot, drool, and tear-streaked terror. His eyes were wet and wide with confusion. He didn't understand any of this. Didn't understand why his father was being so mean to him. I didn't either, and so I gave his hand a little squeeze. Not sure what else to do. We closed the door to our bedroom and stared at each other.

39:52CreepCast Host:We could hear our dad yelling loudly in the kitchen, his voice rising. Jay covered his ears and ran to his bed, collapsing into his pillow. I went to him and put a hand on his back as he cried. Sobs muffled in the cotton. Then I heard my mom start to scream. I felt tears spill from her.

40:12Wendigoon:Gosh, dude. It's like, it's such an unnecessary amount of description of like the weeping and just the like, it's excessive. Extremely excessive.

40:26CreepCast Host:Again, Harry, that's a good one. Start with that one. Put it on the docket. Put it on the docket. Before we're done recording, he needs to come stand in here. He's going to have to have something. He's going to have to pay for his crimes. We've got to put him on trial. I felt tears spill from my eyes, and I began to hyperventilate. Each breath a desperate attempt for oxygen. Covered my ears and squeezed my eyes shut as something crashed to the floor in the kitchen. More banging followed, and all the while, my mother continued to shriek. Her voice rising to an inhuman level. There was acne and her cries along with fear, and I kept waiting for her to stop, but she didn't.

41:05CreepCast Host:It kept going and going and going and going. Jay was weeping now, taking his head into his pillow, trying to block out the sound. His whole body was shaking, and it sounded like he was having trouble breathing. I laid down next to him and clutched his body to mine, my own tears spilling into his hair. I didn't know what else to do. I didn't know when this horrible nightmare would end. I heard another crash something shattered in the kitchen I heard my mother howling and screech of table legs on the Harvard floor I heard Jay praying to God this is so

41:45Wendigoon:rough dude it's a thing where there probably is people out there who enjoy this I felt miserable there's things I like that I'll all partake in where it's just the, the context, everything, the grossness moves you in a way, or not even gross, but just like something that just moves you in a way where it's like, I didn't think that it could make me feel like this. This is just like a record. This is like a horrible recollection. It feels like a thing that like other people really shouldn't even know about. Yeah. You know what I mean? Like a private, like an intimate thing that someone would tell you where you're like, Oh my God, it's horrible.

42:20Wendigoon:Yeah.

42:20CreepCast Host:But just having it be so it's almost like, Like, which kind of get, which is kind of the thing that I guess makes me respect the story a bit where it's like in the real world, there are maybe like some of the elements like the brick and stuff. But who knows? Maybe there was, there have been scenarios that intense, you know, of like spousal abuse. Oh, I mean, I'm sure there is.

42:44Wendigoon:But I think the context of, like, I guess learning about these things is, I guess it's like, I don't know. It's just the intimate nature of not knowing somebody. This is the first time. It's just like such a whiplash. Yeah. To be like, what? It's just all at once. You know? And it's just grueling. It's almost like torture.

43:07CreepCast Host:Yeah, I guess it depends on the context you enter it with. As a reader, I would say. As a reader, yeah. Torture. Torture as a reader as you're reading it. I guess it depends on the context, generate, because if you're going to talk about a story about like spousal abuse, something that intense, then I don't think you should pull punches, you know? No, I don't think you have to hide stuff,

43:24Wendigoon:but I just, I guess it's just, uh, I still, I mean, I haven't finished it, but so far it does not feel, it doesn't even, not even say classy is the wrong word. I just think it feels excessive to the point of, I guess, just like, how else can I twist the knife more? right right yeah which i don't i don't particularly find interesting not my kind of thing but like i

43:50CreepCast Host:said for somebody maybe for somebody and also because like there's real world scenarios like this i do kind of respect and in that sense not pulling punches kind of like the first time i watched schindler's list where it's like oh my gosh for two hours and then at the end you're like well i guess it would have been worse if they didn't show it right if they downplayed how bad it really was so you know yeah i don't know i don't know yeah also i'm not smart enough to

44:19Wendigoon:articulate my my thoughts like that you're a very smart person i guess the difference between shindler's list and this is that that is a real thing that happened and to pull away from and to not show the horrors of it would maybe be disrespectful versus this is a fictitious thing that can happen well here's the thing i'm not i'm not saying a lie specifically

44:39CreepCast Host:obviously you are no uh but maybe this was like based on a real story i probably imagine it was so if it was then similar to schindler's list maybe it would be illegitimate to pull back on some of the more gruesome details to a degree i guess yeah maybe maybe maybe i don't know if

45:00Wendigoon:that's the case the two i don't know it feels like uh to also fabricate that story in a way where it's like i'm gonna make characters around this horrible thing that happened to me feels

45:09CreepCast Host:And he's also like a monster that's kind of like, that's a good point. I think that would be a bit tasteless in my opinion. Yeah, yeah, no, that makes sense. I heard Jay praying to God, his voice trembling. I clutched him tighter, realizing that I was sobbing as well. My whole body felt like it was a quivering mass of jello. My muscles weak and useless. I was more terrified than I'd ever been in my life. Finally, my mother stopped screaming. Soft hush fell over the house. i didn't hear anything except the blood pumping in my ears jade quieted to a series of soft sniffles his face still buried in the pillow looked up from the bed staring at the closed bedroom door i begged it to remain shut i heard movement in the house footsteps that came down the hall stopped on the other side of the wall in my parents bedroom i heard shuffling and the door shut.

46:00CreepCast Host:I waited. I prayed. Jay shifted next to me and I told him to be quiet, wiping tears from his face and holding him close. More footsteps in the house. Heavy slow paces. I thought for sure my mom was dead. People didn't scream like that and live. Our bedroom door opened. Jay let out a little scream and shrunk into me as my dad entered. He was crawling on all fours. Oh, monster man he was crawling on all fours his mouth hanging open drool running down his chin his eyes rolled back into his head he shuffled side to side across the floor slowly opening and closing his mouth spittle leaking from his face he was blinking rapidly one of his eyes rolling forward to stare at us after a few seconds he coughed hacking up phlegm growling he wiped his lips and stood looking down at us cowering on the bed come with me he said his voice a low rattle in his chest i didn't move jay shrunk further against me i could feel his body shaking against mine sweat beating on his skin the dad took a step towards us get up both of you right now where's mom he was standing in front of us now she's resting she's had a long day no get up jay shifted against me and then he was sliding to the floor that much choice i followed his example my dad placed a hand on each of our shoulders and guided us towards the door we were directed through the house i listened for my mother what had he done to her where was she was she dead in the bedroom i didn't hear anything no clues as to her condition or where she was we entered the kitchen and i saw that the table was pressed against the cabinets and a few of the dinner glasses lay shattered on the floor expected to see blood smeared across the floor dripping down the surfaces but there was none at least that was until i saw the brick it had been placed on the counter by the sink half of it was soaked in thick oozing blood when i saw it i felt my body tense up my dad must have felt change in my stance because his grip tightened on my shoulder jay was sniffling beside me his eyes cast down refusing to look up and potentially see the horrors my father had bestowed on my mother.

48:19CreepCast Host:My dad pushed us through the side door outside. Night air was humid and sticky on the skin. A fat yellow moon hung in the sky like an out-of-place Christmas ornament. Stars twinkled across the black canvas and my ears were filled with the sound of chirpy night critters. Contrary to inside, everything felt alive out here, pulsing in unison to the night's dark heartbeat. We were led around to the back of the house towards our old shed. My dad didn't keep much out there, just a few tools and the rickety lawnmower, both of which weren't used much throughout the year. I didn't like the shed. Something about it always haunted me.

48:58CreepCast Host:At night, as I lay in bed, I would imagine some creature hiding inside, waiting until I fell asleep before emerging and creeping into my room to watch me. Jay and I jerked to a halt as my dad squeezed our shoulders. Wait here, he said, his voice sounding far away and strange. Clanced over my shoulder and saw he was rubbing his eyes. I want to go back in. I want mom. Jay sobbed, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. You can go in when... Came up and traveled in the wind. My dad said, his sentence fracturing into two nonsensical statements. He coughed hard and stuck his tongue out like he had a bad taste on it.

49:36CreepCast Host:I saw a shutter rack his body and he looked like he was about to gag. He gained control of himself with a quick shake of his head, closing his mouth so hard his teeth clicked together i watched as he came around us and walked towards the shed he looked back making sure we were obeying and then went inside jay looked at me his eyes full of fear he expected me to have some kind of explanation an answer to the madness that surrounded us i couldn't summon the words to comfort him didn't know what combination of soothing syllables i could possibly string together to calm his terror what is he going to do with us whispered the warm moonlight shining in his eyes it's gonna be okay said softly the words tasting like a lie we heard movement from the shed our father's actions hidden behind the closed door warm breeze stirred the distant trees and the night was filled with the sound of rustling leaves my hair danced across my forehead in the wind and i begged to blow away with it jay and i remained frozen in place neither of us knowing which would be worse facing whatever my Our father was preparing or running away and facing the wrath that came after.

50:41CreepCast Host:It's not like we had anywhere to run. I mean, where could we possibly go? How could we flee? Who could we flee to? The minds were trapped inside our youth, doomed to the almighty authority of our father. See, paragraphs like that, I see where it's coming from. With, like, the father being a monster as representative of, like, real scenarios like this.

51:01Wendigoon:100%.

51:02CreepCast Host:That's very clear. I see the vision. That's very clear.

51:05Wendigoon:I mean, the idea of even personifying into a horror story of the monsters our parents become or revealed to be through, you know, like a workplace thing. Your dad loses his job. He changes. He goes, you know, this could be a personification of the dad being alcoholic. Something like that. That all is totally clear. You know what I mean? When we finish it, I'll have more thoughts on it. But I mean, it's very clear that's, I think, what the story is trying to get to. You know what I mean?

51:35CreepCast Host:Yeah, yeah, I think so. The shed door opened, snapping me out of my thoughts. My dad stepped back into the night, his figure draped in shadows and dark moonlight. Both of you, get inside. Jay grasped my arm as we shuffled forward, our father stepping aside to let us pass. The smell of rotting wood and old grass salted my senses, and I rubbed my hand across my nose, trying to scrub the stench away. My dad had illuminated the cramped space with an old electric lantern. sat on the workbench on the right or small lawnmower catching the light on its dull metal surface tools piled around the lantern an array of rusted hammers, screwdrivers and pliers I couldn't remember the last time my dad had actually used any of them but all of that was seen with a passing glance that wasn't what held my attention something else did my eyes drawn to it like firing gasoline Jay's fingernails dug into my skin as he saw it too his breath catching in his lungs A noose hung from the crossbeam Dangling down into the empty space The rope was knotted tight Twisting cords more menacing than anything on the workbench Oh look who decided to show up Look who decided to show up We have some questions We have a lot of questions for this story Once we're done

52:54Wendigoon:Okay, alright

52:55CreepCast Host:My dad entered behind us, shutting the door He went and stood by the noose Motioning me forward

53:01Wendigoon:Come on now, Tommy. Let's get this over with. D-Dad?

53:06CreepCast Host:I croaked, mouth dry, and voice cracking like a dead twig. What are you gonna - what are you gonna do? Heart was pressed against my ribs, throwing itself against bone, a wild beast in my chest. Dad traced the hanging loop with his fingers. You're gonna be my wind chime, son.

53:25CreepCast Host:You're high rolls. It's cringe.

53:28Wendigoon:You're gonna be my wind chime, son. I need to know when the wind will blow north I think you'll be a good chime Once empty your insides out But I'll do that after Why are you doing this daddy?

53:41CreepCast Host:Jay cried With tears rolling down his cheeks He didn't answer Just waited for me to go to him I didn't move Didn't know what to do Was he serious about going through with this? He couldn't be This was my father He loved me He would never do anything to seriously hurt me At this age, blind trust is a dangerous thing. It filled me, the memories and kindness my dad had shown me over the years. I trusted him. He was my father. But that darkness in his eye, that black spark, terrified me. Reality and faith collided together in my mind like oil and water, the mixture turning my stomach in sick horror.

54:20CreepCast Host:My father gripped the hanging rope. If you don't come over here right now, I'm going to use Jay instead. I felt my brother bury his face into my side, weeping. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Over and over again, his tears damp on my shirt. I wrapped an arm around his head, feeling his sweaty hair brush over my skin. My heart was audible in my ears, my lips cracked and dry, breath coming and stuttering heaves. Dad! I cried, feeling myself begin to cry.

54:50Wendigoon:Dad, I don't want to! Please, Dad!

54:53CreepCast Host:My face was flushed as the fear came bubbling out of my face in wet streaks. My father suddenly reached out and grabbed me, gripping my arm and yanking me towards the rope. I let out a cry and fell towards him, his hands hard and strong. Pushed and shoved me, positioning me under the rope, its shadow a dark halo over my head. Jay was screaming openly, his face red and terrified. He just stood there, helpless, as my father pulled the noose down and slid it over my head. that's gonna hang me thought hit me like a knife to the heart my knees were weak and knocked together my whole body trembling in horrific anticipation the rope around my neck scratched and rubbed against my skin coarse and itchy this was really about to happen up until this point i didn't believe my father was capable of such sins especially to his own son my dad was my hero a strong supportive pillar and example to my brother and i now i waited with bated breath for him to kill me.

55:51Wendigoon:Here we go.

55:52CreepCast Host:Dad said, positioning himself behind me and grabbing, dangling into the rope that hung from the crossbeam. Heard a tighten of cords, the rope stretching and straining. Suddenly, my throat, man, was... Storm. You want to hear a first person... First person hanging? Here we go. Suddenly, my throat was clamped with hot fire, burning agony that cut it up into my chin as I was lifted off my feet. Kicked my legs frantically and possibly helpless, my hands grabbing at my neck. Couldn't get my fingers between the rope, my skin, the tension denying any space to dig my nails into. My head swelled and I felt the blood in my face ready to pop out of my eyes and mouth.

56:35CreepCast Host:I hacked and coughed, horrible gagging wretches exploding from my lips as I tried to breathe. My vision began to swim and my colors began to blend. I felt myself dying. Suddenly, the pain was gone. a halo of fire around my throat vanishing felt my knees hit the hard floor and I crumpled into myself I sucked in deep lungfuls of air the oxygen never tasting any sweeter in my life as the world began to focus again I realized my father was screaming I blinked back the dizziness and focused my eyes pushing the shadows away my father was against the back wall clutching his side and howling as blood bubbled from his shirt Jay stood next to him weeping, screaming his right arm soaked with blood up to his elbow He was holding a rusty box cutter To play dripping

57:22Wendigoon:Don't hurt Tommy

57:26Wendigoon:Don't hurt Tommy There you go

57:30CreepCast Host:I like how I just Don't do that You're dead mad man Sorry dad Jay was howling through wet eyes Don't hurt him dad Hand pressed to his side my dad swiped at Jay Trying to snatch the box cutter Jay jerked back and almost tripped over himself, letting out another shriek.

57:51Wendigoon:Look at what you did to me!

57:53CreepCast Host:My dad grimaced, pulling his hands away and revealing a deep gash in his side. The shirt tattered and red. I struggled to my feet, reaching out and pulling Jay towards me. I took the box cutter from him and put a hand on my throbbing head. I'm okay. It's going to be okay. Suddenly, my dad lunged for me, pushing himself off the wall using his back. Without thinking, I slashed him, a purely defensive reaction. Time seemed to slow as I watched the blade catch my dad in the arm The blade eating into his skin Cut through the flesh like soft butter Parting his wrist like a bloody zipper Blood squirted into my eyes and I heard my dad scream Pulling his arm back and cradling it on his chest He slumped to the floor, his face pale and full of fury He was breathing hard and I could tell It wouldn't be long before he steadied himself and was at us again I grabbed Jay and ran from the shed the night behind us filling with howls of rage as the air hit our tear-stained faces i suddenly noticed trucks roaring down the road and up our driveway they were bulking and loud diesel engines growling towards us blinding white lights cut past through the night shining across my bloody face as two three then four of them stopped in front of our house they were camouflaged even at that age i knew they were military what what what is going on my exhausted terrified mind asked i pulled jay close to me and advanced on them unsure what they were doing here but desperately needing of help too many emerged from a white van dressed in hazmat suits it's in a shiver of fear coursing through me as they charged jay and i yelling and waving their arms i froze in the yard jay trembling beside me men in uniform poured from the other vehicles guns drawn all pointed at us they all had gas masks on and it gave them a chilling inhuman look in the moonlight everyone was shouting as the men in the hazmat suits approached jay and myself i back up and step as they get close gripping the box cutter in my bloody hand i didn't know who these people were or why they were pointing guns at us i needed to protect jay he had been through enough we both had it's okay kid it's okay one of the men in the suit said raising his hands the other one had a pistol drawn scanning the yard where is he one with the pistol asked i stammered mind blanking in fear and confusion your dad where's your dad kid through the suit i could see blue eyes reflecting back at me he's in there jay cried suddenly pointing to the shed

1:00:24Wendigoon:he wanted to hurt tommy so i i caught him i had to i'm sorry i didn't want him to hurt i didn't

1:00:30CreepCast Host:one taught me to die first one looked at the one with the pistol and gave a quick nod i watched as he trot over to the shed and peeked inside he looked back and gave the three of us a wave and then a thumbs up to the men in gas masks then he entered the shed and i heard him kill my father gunshot exploded in the night and i jumped the finality of it deafening i stood there dumbfounded bloody confused and terrified i didn't know who these men were what they were doing here or why they had shot my dad. Clutch J to my side, who was staring up at me with giant round eyes. Did that man just kill dad?

1:01:06CreepCast Host:He asked, his voice a shaky whisper. The man in the hazmat suit shook his head.

1:01:12Wendigoon:Son, you don't have anything to worry about. It's going to be okay now.

1:01:16CreepCast Host:He won't hurt you anymore. Someone was yelling behind him and I glanced over his shoulder to see the men in mask had gone into our house. One of them was calling for a medic, frantically waving his hand to get inside. My mother. I prayed she was okay and these men could help her. I didn't know what my father had done to her, but I remembered the screams. What's going on? I whispered as I watched the man with the pistol exit the shed. He was yelling towards the soldiers, asking for something. My ears not registering his calls. My world was crashing down around me in inky patches of disbelief and shock.

1:01:50CreepCast Host:The man knelt down in front of us, placing a hand on each of us, our shoulders. Boys, I really shouldn't be the one to tell you this, especially right now. I looked at him with moist eyes. My dad just tried to hang me. Please. I could see a shock ripple through his eyes through the hazmat visor. He looked at both of us, struggling with himself. Please! I begged, desperate to make any kind of sense of the madness. The man sighed.

1:02:19Wendigoon:Boys, something happened today. I really don't think I should be the one to tell you, but... He looked at us again. Boy, something bad happened by the bank where your dad worked. There was some kind of earthquake. Very minor, but it cut a deep gash in the earth. It opened up a pocket of something that we've never seen before. Some kind of gas. The wind carried it towards the town and... He looked to the ground, shaking his head. It killed a lot of people. A lot of people. We're trying to contain it. Keep whatever it is from spreading. Is that why you shot dad? J.S. quietly sniffling and rubbing his nose.

1:02:58Wendigoon:Because he had to go to the bad, because he got the bad wind on him?

1:03:07Wendigoon:The man looked up at both of us, his eyes fearful. Boys, your dad died this morning along with everyone else at the bank. He took his body to containment, performing an autopsy on him as we speak. I'm really sorry.

1:03:23CreepCast Host:Damn it. I am. Felt my brain bend backwards on itself. Mess of nodded thoughts and emotions. The words hitting me like bullets. What was this man talking about? Dad died this morning? That was impossible. He came home from work. It's like every other day. Dad's body was lying dead in the shed. This man was lying. He had to be. Then who's... Who's in there? Finally asked, a question coming out in a weak dribble.

1:03:50Wendigoon:The man shook his head. Son, whatever's lying dead in that shed, it isn't your father. You see, something else came out of the earth this morning. Something other than poisonous gas. Something that crawled up to the surface and got out. Something that, for whatever reason, took the form of your father and drove home to you all. Witnesses saw him. It leaving. You only wanted to get out. When we found your dad's body, we didn't know what to make of it. We still don't. That thing in there? He said, pointing to the shed. We don't know what it is or what it was trying to do. But that is not your father.

1:04:30Wendigoon:He shook his head. Shit. I'm really sorry, kids. I really shouldn't be telling you all this.

1:04:38CreepCast Host:It's the fourth time you said I shouldn't be telling you.

1:04:40Wendigoon:I'm sorry about your dad. I really am. He stood up. Come on. We need to get you to the hospital and have you checked out.

1:04:47CreepCast Host:It's going to be okay, I promise. I barely heard him as Jay and I led to the trucks. I saw men carrying my mother out of the house on a stretcher She was alive and barely conscious But when she saw us, she reached out and called our names They started crying again and I sprinted to her I wanted to as well, but found I didn't have the strength Everything the man had told me twisted and coiled around my mind None of it made sense None of it could possibly be real Couldn't be How could my entire life change so drastically in one night? What was going to happen to us now? where were they taking us?

1:05:24CreepCast Host:Were we going to be okay? At the time, I didn't know. I felt someone grasp something out of my hand and I realized one of the soldiers was trying to pry the box cutter out of my grip. I let go. The rusty metal peeling away from my palm, blood staining it in sticky red splotches. What had happened tonight? Looked back and saw the men in hazmat suits pulling my dad's dead body from the shed and zipping it up in a clear plastic body bag. Final thought rippled through the madness What the hell is that thing The end

1:05:56Wendigoon:So a So a goblin Crawled through poisonous gas To come out Take the form of this Random man's body Go home, shove a brick in a woman's pussy And then Threaten to hang some kids And they're like, yeah, I don't know what's happening Boys You know what really pisses me off about that? I shouldn't be telling you this, boys. Boys. Son. Boys. I shouldn't be telling you this. Never mind. Okay, I'll tell you. I shouldn't be the one to do it. I shouldn't. I'll tell you, but I shouldn't be the one. Goblins are real. I should have said it.

1:06:36CreepCast Host:I've said too much. I've said too much. Never mind. I've said not enough and too much at the same time.

1:06:40Wendigoon:That's why the brick win the pussy. I should have even said that. What am I doing? I hate that ending because it also I feel like we were given the we were given it we were given it way too much credit for being like oh it's a thing about you know domestic abuse you're growing up and you kind of realize the faults of your parents and how really how nasty they can be and you know the perception of all that and how nope it's a goblin poison goblin

1:07:06CreepCast Host:bad goblin poison goblin from the bank in town killed everyone wait

1:07:10Wendigoon:how could this all happen in one day my life's upside down

1:07:14CreepCast Host:I shouldn't even tell you this it became like a freaky Friday thing like it just totally jumped. Jamie Lee Curtis and Lindsay Lohan

1:07:22Wendigoon:have switched bodies

1:07:23CreepCast Host:at the bank this is actually a really good example of framing because I was thinking about it at the end when the guy was describing like there's a gas that makes like before he revealed he was no when he revealed he was dead and I thought he was resurrected or something but instead it was a goblin what was that it reminded me of graylock do you remember in graylock how the miners died yeah their bodies reanimated yeah that was sick so imagine if in graylock there was a short that was this where it's one of the mine workers coming home and being super violent and then transforming slowly that would work because graylock starts with the big picture it starts with like this is a big mine company and there's something that you can even have the thing of

1:08:08Wendigoon:like let's just say it's the poisonous gas that transforms them and that's like that's representative of something of the dad taking something and changing right whatever that's all fine i think another thing that just since we're all done with it now since this since the story's buttoned up since the brick has been laid so to speak uh i hate the like it's not fun or rewarding reading something that's like yeah i don't know we fucking yeah you throw the plate on the floor and make him into like a pig it's you know it's almost something it's like oh it'd be fucked up yeah he put a fucking rake on his back and he scratches back and he's got a fucking strips of blood on his back yeah it's like oh yeah that wood stuck yeah it would wouldn't it yeah it's like and he's crying too and and like you just i you can see the tears forming from his tear ducts and he's like fucking mumbling something to god but it doesn't matter because that motherfucker's not helping and i take it i take a rabid raccoon i shove it up his asshole

1:09:12CreepCast Host:and you're like well that would be crazy yeah it's like isn't this awful but then all the stuff we were giving it like well maybe it's being that awful because it's trying to be like representative of real world scenarios that would make sense but then at the end it's like no it's the poison goblin yeah it's the poison goblin from the bank that's what it's like okay well then the i do

1:09:30Wendigoon:think there is ways because what you're getting at earlier with does it cheapen a thing to be like you're put through like if it was about this traumatic thing right yeah if you want to be stuck in that i understand what you're trying to get at there i think that what we're what we're really saying with that is if the goal of this thing is to be something where it's like you realize the faults of your parents or like let's just say it's like the the repressed trauma or you like you know you you get to a certain age and you are able to realize that maybe your parents of the people who they say they are.

1:09:59Wendigoon:I think that's fine to put people in that scenario to be like, and then you're stuck. Like if you're building out a scenario, it's the first time you notice. It's like that catalyst, that catalyst moment where it's like you're here and that your senses are heightened. I heard every single thing, but this whole story is just like, yeah, I shit in a fucking diaper and I put razor blades in a diaper and it cuts a little under some of my balls. Yeah. And it hurts. It's just like, yeah, that would be pretty fucked up. Yeah, that would be bad. And that's why it's not satisfying. I think that you can have a thing where maybe you do have a guy shove a fucking brick in a pussy somehow, and it is alluded to something.

1:10:39Wendigoon:It reminds me of some of the Rob Zombie horror films. Well, yeah, it's the grindhouse aesthetic of people screaming, and it's just like, isn't this just fucking gross and terrible? Yeah. And even then, I guess that's the biggest complaint. The biggest complaint I have is that I gave it credit for – which also, too, we have – and I will say I've seen this, too. Are we the most – what is it? What is it called? It's like literacy comprehension or whatever. No, we're not the most literate. No, no. There's times where I'm like –

1:11:14CreepCast Host:We're two guys who have a podcast. There has been times – exactly.

1:11:17Wendigoon:And this is me just shooting from the hip here of what I've just read because there's been times in the show where we're halfway through a four-hour story and I'll be like, it's a girl.

1:11:27CreepCast Host:Yeah. You know, or like how it took us like seven hours into mother horse eyes to be like, oh, this is a cat. Yeah. This is a cat. Yes. The story. Yeah.

1:11:36Wendigoon:Which I still didn't even know. At the end, I was just like, I had no idea about the cat. Had no idea. All right. So I guess from what I'm seeing here is that from just the blatant part of reading, which this is a more condensed story, but I, it's just, it's excessive to be excessive, which Which is also why I think some people have complaints with like the shit like Playground.

1:11:57CreepCast Host:Yeah.

1:11:57Wendigoon:Or, you know, like there's like another one that that guy wrote where it's like, I don't know, the picture. The cover of the book is like a really gross kitchen or something. And it's all about like a guy being like, yeah, just like kidnapping and torturing a person.

1:12:10CreepCast Host:Well, it's also like with... I had a train of thought. I completely lost it.

1:12:17Wendigoon:it's it's hard to justify all the torture porn stuff because i do think that there's like there is merit to things of building up a narrative that is just like this is about this repressed thing and it's a heightened version of everything so everything that's happening it's like you're in it and you're trapped in this nightmare and i think it is supposed to be tackling things where it's like you've probably had something like this and this is the heightened version of that but it's also so easy to just be like yeah it just reads as cheap i guess is what i say it feels cheap it feels like it's a very quick way of being like yeah and her fucking fingernails fall off and she's trying to scratch a bug itch but it won't well it's still it well

1:12:56CreepCast Host:at the end of it too it's again i was giving it benefit of the doubt of like well maybe this will get to a place where it's about real world things and at the end it's like some supernatural it wasn't set up boys yeah i shouldn't be telling you it wasn't like delivered on to where it was like representative of the real trauma so it's like the real trauma was just set dressing for the goblin.

1:13:15Wendigoon:I mean, was he even set dressing or was this just a thing where it's like, wouldn't it be crazy if your dad came home and he like just fucking like shoved a brick up your mom's pussy? Well, I think it was like, it's so over the top. Not like that. Your dad comes home. It's like there was a, there was a thought and I could be, the literacy comprehension could be completely wrong. I want to put that out there. Right. Wouldn't it be crazy? This was a train of thought. Yeah, your dad comes home and he's like, go outside I didn't get a brick. I'm going to fuck your mom with it. And you're like, dad, that's, that's not cool.

1:13:48Wendigoon:Right. And then at some point there was a pause and he was like, and then the earth cracks open and there's mustard gas and gobbles. Like those are the same train of thought. Where was that connection? Well, I feel like I have no idea. I have no idea. Cause when I heard the gas, I was like, that's supposed to be something about substance abuse or something. It's what I was thinking. Yeah. That's something where it's like your dad breathing this thing. It's not, that's not really who he is, but no dad's dad. Yeah. That's dad. But then it's like, no, he died right there. There's a ghoul that came out of the ground.

1:14:19Wendigoon:And then for some reason, he looked at your dad. Yeah. He looked at your dad, and he's just like, yep. Transformed into him. And he's just like, I'm going to go home, and I'm going to, I'm just going to strip. Also, I know where you live. Yeah, yeah. I know where you live. And he gets in the car. He gets in the car.

1:14:33CreepCast Host:And he goes home, and he's like, I need a beer, honey. Yeah, exactly. Spaghetti again.

1:14:37Wendigoon:And also, he's carrying the emotional baggage of like, fucking long day at the bank. Yep. As if you guys even fucking care. And then all of a sudden he's like, eat it off the floor, you fat pig. Yeah. My fat son.

1:14:48CreepCast Host:He's like spaghetti again as if he knows she's been eating spaghetti.

1:14:51Wendigoon:And then also, this is the biggest part though, Isaiah. Okay? Poisoning asshole, sure. Goblin. Crawl on the ground. Sure. He knows. Then the goblin, who has not been to the backside of the house, knows that there's a brick pile outside the back of this. Yep. Yep. Unless he's just like, unless he was driving in and he's like, and he saw it there. Here's the brick pile. How'd you know about the brick pile, goblin man? which I guess, to be fair, if he knew exactly where the coordinates were to the house.

1:15:15CreepCast Host:Look, the story is, it's not my thing. There's people, like we mentioned earlier, who the enjoyment to them is the brutal nature of it. Like, oh, that's messed up. Which, if you like it, good for you. Just not my flavor.

1:15:29Wendigoon:It can be done correctly. I think anything can be done. Like I said, there is probably a story out there where if I saw a guy being like, yeah, I'm shoving a brick up there. In a way where I was like, damn, that hit. Somehow. Don't know how. I'd love to find out how. Well, I'm like, okay. I'm in. All right. Hey, we turn in the right direction. You know what I mean? But all in all, I just... Harry, actually, you know what, Harry? Harry, come over here. What was the justification for reading this one? Was it just because it was an Elias Witherow piece? No, hold on. Get up here. Let him use your mic.

1:16:03Wendigoon:Yeah, that's what I'm going to do. Look at this walk of shame coming in here. We were supposed to read Shel Silverstein's Where Those Sidewalk Ends.

1:16:11CreepCast Host:And earlier I'm like, how about this one? You're like, that's a good one. So what about this story made you? Well, hold on.

1:16:18Wendigoon:In my defense, I did make the list. Although you pick this story from the top of the list. So it was Isaiah who's a real choice. So it was Isaiah.

1:16:28CreepCast Host:No, no, no, no. My mic now. He had a list of six stories, all of which we're reading during this trip. And he goes, which should we do first? And I'm like, oh, we'll start with Elias. This was on a list of six that he compiled. That part is true. I will.

1:16:44Wendigoon:That part is true. This is the first time in podcast history where the producer has to defend himself. Like, what are you talking about? Yeah. And I just want to say that. Can we confirm that you did pick it from the top? It was my list. My botched list, but you did pick it from the top. We were going to read it at some point. Was it a blind fire because it was a lies with Ro? Was it a blind fire? So wait, can I?

1:17:10CreepCast Host:At the beginning he said I also wonder what happened to the boy

1:17:13Wendigoon:He's so hot right now Can I at least I was not here

1:17:16CreepCast Host:For the record

1:17:20Wendigoon:Looking at the camera Isaiah did not do this Can I at least get the line read Because part of the whole reason I picked this story Is because I wanted to hear The quintessential line I'm gonna fuck your mom I wasn't here when that I was doing chores Wait, so you didn't read that part? No, I did Oh, you want me to read it out loud?

1:17:48CreepCast Host:He's saying he picked the story So that there would be a soundbite I thought it'd be funny

1:17:55Wendigoon:I thought it'd be funny You know what, I think you put us in a little bit of rough pumpkins I think people are going to be upset

1:18:01CreepCast Host:I think that is an absurd reason

1:18:03Wendigoon:Okay, well this one won't come out for a while so there's that yeah it's fucked up but by the time this comes out we're gonna be like oh fuck I forgot about that one well there's your story sorry guys thanks for the thanks for the hey seriously hope none of you guys thanks Harry hope none of you guys get fucking razor wire on your fucking naked balls and your fucking hey I by the way also I'm gonna fuck your mom tonight with this fucking rusty shovel alright bye Is that it?

1:18:39CreepCast Host:That's good, I think. That's it.

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