The Bad One
Hello! I'm MangoMonkey. Let's continue. So back in 1991, I was 11. I have a lot of friends and I was iving the good life. Then came my friend Leonard. I met him a little while after I got back from my trip to see my favorite band AC/DC live at Donington Park (I met him on August 21). I remember him being very socially awkward around others, especially girls. Days before the 1991-1992 school year kicked off he invited me over to his house on September 4. His room creeped me out. He had about 14 puppets. Each with a dumb name like Binkly and Dirt Dude. But the one that freaked me out the most was one named Redders. The name caught me off guard. He looked like Pinocio from the Shrek films but with a red shirt that said "Weaponry" with yellow dress pants. Oh, and a tiny nose with a sun hat and black hair. Later on, he stole some gum from my back pocket so I chased him. When I got to his room I threatened to burn Redders with a stove lighter. He soon calmed down so I dropped the doll. But, I made the stupid mistake of dropping it out the window. I heard a loud crack. Leonard started to cry, so I felt guilty. I ran outside, got the doll, and fixed it with hot glue and a little duct tape. He cheared and got me a Diet Coke from the fridge. Leonard had left the school by early November, but no one knew why. But some bad news came. He was found outside his house with a cracked skull and blood all over. There was a rope hanging from his bedroom window tied in a slipknot. Everyone was horrified. The funeral was held just after Thanksgiving, on November 29. Me and 5 of my friends came. But for some reason, in his will, I owned 3 of his puppets. I got Redders, one named Billy and one named Pablo. Billy and Pablo broke back in '92 but Redders was there. By 1993, my life was different. 1 of my 20 friends died by getting hit by a steam roller, I just had taken off the braces I got in late '91, and I was a teenager with a part-time job and a girlfriend. Redders was not helping everytime I looked at him, something bad happend. One time I looked at him while doing some math homework, I got a B on my math test (ruining my straight A+ reecord with math tests), one time I looked him after making out with my girlfriend, she broke her thumb after tripping on her way out of my backyard. Things kept happend but the last straw was when I starred at him and he randomly fell on top of me with some of my textbooks. I took my dads shotgun, broke the lock on the case, went to his target practice place in the backyard and blew Redders' head clean off the neck. I went inside to get the phone to call my girlfrined and other friends to go order pizza to celebrate. I went back outside, checked for anyone, and there was no sign of Redders anywhere. I saw a walkman over that same tree stump. I clicked play and listen. All I heard were very high-pitched noises then the sound of someone scratching records, but high-pitch. I threw the tape out, and called everyone. During the celebration, I saw Redders with red ooze (or blood) gushing from his wooden mouth. We all screamed, ran to the balcony, found a suitcase and a key and locked him in it. Fast foward to 1997.I decided to move out. I saw Redders' suitcase. I went to the woods, and threw the suitcase into a nearby lake. What happend to Redders? I don't know I don't plan to find out. If you want to find it and keep it as a creepy bad luck charm, go a head. Go swimming in the lake over in East Rutherford, NJ, USA. I have no control over him. In story, it doesn't seem so scary. But when it comes to real life, I would think otherwise
Credited to MangoMonkey
Originally uploaded on February 7, 2012
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