(I noticed this while watching the episode live this morning but everything was going so fast and I didn’t have time to make sure that I saw what I saw but I did, I did see what I saw and this needs to be fangirled about for a moment so please excuse me but—)
Lizardon shielding and protecting Alan with his wing.
Lizardon shielding and protecting Alan with his wing.
Lizardon shielding and protecting Alan with his wing.
Urban legends are as popular as ever, but the majority of the scary stories you’ve heard at sleepovers are based on at least a small grain of truth. One such tale that might have kept you awake at night is The Babysitter and the Man Upstairs, which tells of a young child-minder’s gruesome encounter with a crazed stalker. There are many adaptions of this 1960′s legend, with the general story line being that the babysitter receives several creepy phone calls from a man who keeps telling her to check on the children. Terrified, she calls the police who trace the call to the upstairs bathroom of the house. When the intruder is finally arrested, he has slaughtered all three children. While spine-tingling, you may be intrigued to know that this fictional story came from the very real murder of 15-year-old Janett Christman in 1950.
Janett was babysitting 3-year-old Gregory Romack at his home on West Boulevard and Stewart Road in Columbia, Missouri. At around 1:30 a.m, while Gregory was sleeping, and intruder entered through his bedroom window and proceeded to the downstairs living room where he raped, strangled and stabbed Janett. The crime scene was utterly horrific: the bottom picture is one of the less bloody photographs. Although a garden hose left outside was used to break the window, forensic investigators reported that the furniture and light fixtures near the window were totally undisturbed, making it impossible for him to have entered that way. This is likely to infer that the murderer attempted to make it look like the house had been broken into, when in reality, Christman probably opened the front door for someone she knew.
This case remains unsolved, with it’s prime suspect passing lie detector tests and successfully suing the police for his detainment.
With Halloween approaching, many of us have memories of our parents searching through our candy for things that have been tampered with, assuming that any maniac could poison candy for the sadistic pleasure of killing children.
In point of fact, the only documented case of candy tampering resulted in the death of Timothy O’Bryan, whose father Ronald Clark O’Bryan was found guilty and executed for the crime. Known as “the Candyman”, the elder O’Bryan had taken out an insurance policy on the lives of his children before lacing their Pixy Sticks with cyanide. There is NO recorded incident of Halloween candy tampering by a stranger.
Parents may wish to be careful, but they can be assured that candy tampering is not what urban legends would lead you to believe. These and other popular myths are addressed in the excellent documentary Killer Legends, currently on [American] Netflix.
I want a story about a king whose son is prophesied to kill him so the king is like “whatever what am I supposed to do, kill my own kid wtf is wrong with you” so he just raises him as normal, doesn’t even tell him about the prophecy, and instead of some convoluted twist of events that leads to the king’s murder the son grows up and when the king is very old and dying and in excruciating pain the kid is just like alright I’mma put him out of his misery.
The king’s son becomes the new king, and is prophesied to defeat evil and bring an age of prosperity. His generals and knights all crack their knuckles but he pretty much ignores them and focuses on strengthening the infrastructure of his kingdom. Forty years later he is old and sick but still hearing his subjects’ grievances, and a general’s like “how will you defeat the prophesied evil now? You’re old and weak.” Another visitor, a teenager fresh out of the kingdom’s public education system, looks at the general like he is an ignoramus. The king eradicated poverty, housed the homeless, taught the ignorant, ended class exploitation by abolishing the nobility and imprisoning the corrupt, and established a highly respected guild of doctors that recently figured out how to cure the plague. There are no brigands because there is enough wealth for everyone to live comfortably; hiding in the woods and taking trinkets from people simply doesn’t make any sense for anyone but the desperate, and the people are not desperate. Evil is a weed, explains the teenager. It grows in cracked roads and crumbling houses and forgotten corners, rooted in indifference and watered by suffering. But the king demands that broken things be mended and suffering people be made well.
No evil lives in this kingdom, says the teenager. It starved to death before I was born.
🔥 There is beauty in destruction🔥 