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Go for it, Jay. You have my sword.

And I mean "sword" in the Romeo + Juliet sense

General Chat / Re: Ghost: Real or not?
« on: August 26, 2015, 06:14:56 PM »
we really need that Coast to Coast HC thing back

I liked Coast to Coast HC, but we don't really need another dead section

General Chat / Re: Ghost: Real or not?
« on: August 26, 2015, 06:14:07 PM »
Pretty sure the rest of us moved past that on page 1, Flo

General Chat / Re: Ghost: Real or not?
« on: August 26, 2015, 05:13:17 PM »
I was in the second grade, and we'd just moved into a new house. When I was younger, I used to sleep with the door open. Every night, in this new house, I'd hear noises in the kitchen. Drawers full of cutlery opening and closing. The sound is very distinct. Then they'd subside and I'd hear steps coming down the hallway to my room, but they always stopped at the doorframe.

A few months of this pass and I don't say a peep. We don't, in my family. And I don't mean about the paranormal; I just mean in general. We're a secretive, deeply embarrassed bunch (so introverted as to be repressed is probably the best way to put it) and we don't talk about things. Besides, I'd been afraid of monsters, ghosts, devils and demons from a young age and always been told to man up, or hide under the blankets when the former concept eluded me.

Now I'm sure most of you are familiar with the Goosebumps series of books, and hopefuly the Goosebumps television series, and the antagonist of the Night of the Living Dummy series in particular. Slappy. The "star" of the Night of the Living Dummy subseries in the Goosebumps canon. The concept terrorized me as a child as few things ever have.

I had seen him on the show but was not yet at the point where I read for pleasure. I believe that it was Night of the Living Dummy part 2 that the show based its episode (maybe two if it was a two-parter) on. Suffice to say I had nightmares for weeks. Months. Slappy was (theoretically though never visibly) around every corner. Inside every shadow. He haunted me, waking or sleeping.

This was before the move. Time and memory are both fickle sisters, and I had largely moved on from Slappy terrifying me to vaguer things. Things with less shape but more substance, as it were. The unknown that lurks in the shadow rather than the shape in the darkness.

Then my brother started ordering the Goosebumps books through school. I'm sure your schools did the same thing. Scholastics, I think it was called. It had the Animorph series that sort of thing. I always tended towards the kid school versions of the "sciences". Books on the ocean. Whales, chiefly. Amphibians and reptiles if it looked interesting. But I digress. Goosebumps is what my brother sought and collected, and eventually he had every book in the original canon.

Now before he had reached that point, after the publication of the third Night of the Living Dummy book, I began to take an interest. I wet my toes, so to speak, with baser fare like Camp Jellyjam and Horrorland (I apologize for any inaccuracies with the names. Been a long time). Things that I had already seen episodes of on the television, and wanted to see how the two compared. How faithful one was to the other. All reasonably close. But really I was dancing around something I wouldn't admit to myself.

I wanted to rediscover Slappy. I wanted to face him and my fear.

I finally mustered up the courage to read the trilogy, and in my peculiar way, I read the third entry first. Slightly creepy. Mildly unsettling (all from a child's perspective, you understand). But the ending where the other dummies turned out to be alright allayed my fears, somewhat. I was feeling good. Confident. In short order the book was done and I was no more afraid as a child than I was previously. Which is to say intensely afraid of any number of ethereal beings, and of the pitch darkness and gooey things, but with no particular demon haunting me.

So, moving on with confidence, I read the first entry in the trilogy. Things were definitely darker than the third. In classic Goosebumps fashion there was even a twist ending, where the other dummy was alive and saved the children from Slappy's wickedness. If I'm remembering right he ended up in the blades of a lawn mower. Failing that, a woodchipper. How it ended isn't important, so much as it did end and good won out over wickedness. And Slappy was dead.

I finished this book, elated. But before long, doubts crept in, as Slappy himself once had for a younger me. If Slappy was "killed" in this, the first entry, then how could he be alive in the third? And if he was alive in the third, then he was probably back for the second. My heart sunk.

I waited some time before starting the second book. For me, the final book. I had finished the third on a family vacation, and read the first when we got back, but this one was different. This one was ominous. I don't know why, but I was extremely reluctant to read it. The cover was pink, I believe, and had Slappy sitting between some stuffed animals at the foot of a girl's bed, his head cocked ominously.

But eventually I did indeed begin reading the book. Now what I haven't yet mentioned is that, from the time of moving into the house and the strange noises, and the time of starting the third book all the way to ending the first, the noises had stopped. Or if they had continued to occur, I failed to notice them. But when I began reading the second book, that very night, the noises started again. And the deeper I got into the book, the louder they got. Until eventually I started seeing Slappy.

And I don't mean in the dark. I don't mean I convinced myself a vague shape in the darkness or the gloom was taking shape in the thing I imagined it to be. I mean I saw him. Always out of the corner of my eye, peeking at me around corners. Always tucking his head out of sight just before I could get a good look at him. I'd see something in my window at night, then hear footsteps crunching in the brush outside my window. Slappy was back, and this time he had a shape.

The second most terrifying instance was in the supermarket. I was there with my mother, shopping, and we were looking at something on the shelves and out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw a child poking his head out from end of the aisleways. I turned to look, and it was Slappy. In the middle of the day. Under bright fluorescent lights. And I caught a full glance before he managed to pull his head away. Until that night, it was the most terrifying thing I had ever seen.

Something else I haven't mentioned is that I was only about halfway through the book at this point. I read it in fits and starts and I'd tell myself the things I had seen weren't real, or the sounds I had heard were something else, and then the next day or that night I would hear or see something that would put me off reading for another few days.

So after seeing Slappy at the supermarket, I didn't go near the book. I put it back in my brother's collection, hoping it was over.

But it wasn't.

That night, the clashing of cutlery, the banging of pots and pans was a cacophany. It sounded as if someone were opening drawer and cupboard as loudly as possible, then shuffling the dishes and dishware as violently as possible. I listened to this for a time, stricken with terror. My head was under the blankets, with an airhole by the wall. Eventually, the noise stopped. Then the footsteps began. They started at the end of the hallway, and made themselves to the doorframe as they had a hundred times before. But this time, they didn't stop there. My breath caught in my throat. This time, the footsteps came into my room. To the side of my bed. Where they stopped.

There was only silence. My own breathing was harsh, staggered. My heart pounding in my chest and vibrated in my ears. But other than that. Nothing. I can't say I gathered my courage immediately. I can't say I even gathered it quickly. But as my breathing returned to normal, and my heart slowed, I thought to myself that I had to look. I had to know.

As slowly as possible, I rolled over, body still completely covered in blankets. My airhole was behind me, now. I stretched my arm out to the opposite side of the bed and, ever so gently I lifted the blankets. It was like lifting the earth. Every instinct was telling me not to, but I had to know.

The first thing I saw was the hem of his little tuxedo. Next was his cumberbund. When I got to the bowtie, my courage failed me. I dropped the blanket, rolled over as slowly and quietly as possible, and made an airhole facing the wall.

Jesus Christ, Sadafo

General Chat / Re: Someone needs to get Supersaiyan back on here
« on: August 25, 2015, 11:02:27 PM »
Wasn't he the Virginia Tech shooter?

Music, Movies, Tv and Books / Re: Nods to BJS: Worst stand up (current)
« on: August 25, 2015, 10:29:53 PM »
Amy Schumer is cowshit

Music, Movies, Tv and Books / Re: Favorite stand up comic (current)
« on: August 25, 2015, 10:24:00 PM »
Maron is really good, but I much prefer his WTF Podcast to any of his standup

Music, Movies, Tv and Books / Re: Favorite stand up comic (current)
« on: August 25, 2015, 04:49:50 PM »
Tig has some fairly funny stuff, but most of it is just riffs with her audience

Music, Movies, Tv and Books / Re: Favorite stand up comic (current)
« on: August 25, 2015, 04:01:05 PM »
She's super fucking hot though

Music, Movies, Tv and Books / Re: Favorite stand up comic (current)
« on: August 25, 2015, 03:55:30 PM »
Kyle Kinane, easily. Legit best

General Chat / Re: Ghost: Real or not?
« on: August 25, 2015, 02:15:34 AM »
fookin drunken native Oats

Music, Movies, Tv and Books / Re: MCU Spider Man second cast list
« on: August 25, 2015, 02:14:13 AM »
True - but I think he would make a Better John Stewart GL

That's just because you're racist

ICT / Re: rational gay debate vs irrational stupid shit
« on: August 24, 2015, 10:28:29 PM »


General Chat / Re: Ghost: Real or not?
« on: August 24, 2015, 10:23:07 PM »
I don't believe in spooks.

racist af

General Chat / Re: Want to look like Cesaro or Rollins? Go to Chipotle!
« on: August 24, 2015, 08:50:57 PM »
Yeah he just looks like a pedophile. His real turn-ons are even grosser

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