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Chapter 1: What is the theme and purpose of today's Creepcast episode?
Welcome back to Creepcast. Today we are reading creepypastas based around rituals that you can perform at home that are real.
You want to talk to God? Yeah.
You want to talk to the devil? Yeah, today you can talk to both of them at the same time.
Kill your mom. Go into your room tonight. Take a big fluffy pillow and put it over your mom's face. It's not where to go. Okay, you want riches beyond your wildest comprehension? Kill your mom. Kill her. I'm not even joking. I want you to kill your mom today. I want you to get a big old handful of pills and put it in her mouth when she's sleeping. She doesn't choke on them.
She'll probably overdose.
I can't wait for someone to actually have a problem with us like a real one. And there's going to be so many clips to use.
You know, it's just a ritual, dude. It's not the end of the world. Kill your parents. Okay. All right.
Anyway, so... Kill your parents, but then kill yourself. Okay, all right. We are pushing every guideline we can find at this point. Our YouTube partner managers are sweating constantly. So if you're like me and you grew up with creepypasta, you probably came a lot of these ritual creepypastas.
There were several that had the gimmick of getting a game for you to play or a way for you to talk to ghosts or something like that. Very similar to like old seance stories from like, you know, the satanic panic in the 80s and stuff like that. Just made with like more modern implements or sometimes being more specific.
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Chapter 2: What is the Midnight Game ritual and how is it played?
There's a lot of interesting accents given to it that make it feel more thought out, more legitimate. Like the red thread being a binding that looks like blood vessels.
Yeah, the blood vessel thing's fine. Yeah. Yeah. It's pretty fun. Yeah, the burying it with salt and stuff.
Just like a lot of cool... There's a bunch of little cool visual motifs throughout it, yeah. So for the final one we're going to look at for our ritual episode today and for our first sponsored episode. I'm so cool to say that. Look at me and you. Who would have thought? The two of us. It's beautiful. For the last one we're going to look at today is Greywater.
Unlike the previous ones where it's just kind of a set of instructions, this one's an actual story that involves a ritual. So... Oh, is there any details about when this was posted? This is a more recent one, too, I believe. Pretty sure.
Yeah, I was looking at the comments, and it looks like some of the earliest comments are like 2021.
Oh, wait, hold on, hold on. No, never mind. It goes down to 2014. Oh, okay. Okay, so this one's been around a while. Yeah. This one gets mentioned a lot in a positive note when it comes to ritual creepypastas and stuff like that. So, Greywater Gardens lives up to its name, I thought, as I made my way up the damp concrete slabs bridging across the stagnant pond.
Everywhere leading up to the ashen, decrepit house was lined by rotten flowers and the congealed feces of cats, dogs, and other animals. The water itself looked like it had remained the same for centuries. This place is dead, as dead as I am. I arrived at the door. More a collection of damp splinters, and hesitantly pushed it open, causing the hinges to shriek. No, no more shrieking, please.
The inside was as drab and oppressive as the outside. My nostrils filled with scents of mold and neglect and regret. Maybe it's just me. I hadn't showered in days. I couldn't face the water. There is what appeared to be some kind of waiting area, three or four old wicker chairs, and one of those please-be-seated signs you find in posh restaurants.
So, looking around for the slightest bit of human company, I sat down and waited. Despite myself, my wallet found its way into my hands, and then the picture of M I kept in there found its way in front of my eyes. I can never throw this away, no matter how many times I told myself to, for the sake of my own sanity. But I couldn't.
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