Scary Story - Halloween Contest
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North American (General) North American (US West Coast - California, Portland)Transcript
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California is famous for many things. Hollywood, great weather, beautiful sunsets and serial killers. Let me tell you about one less famous serial killer that you might not have heard about named Callahan 1973 Callahan was huddled up in a cave near the Pacific Ocean. When the feds closed in, he had shreds of human flesh under his fingernails. He was surrounded and since the cave only had one way out he surrendered, they could lock him up. But he vowed that he'd escaped as they dragged him down the narrow path toward the waiting cars, he hauled off and kicked the nearest ha jin absolutely smashing this guy's knee. They say just seven lbs of pressure is all it takes. But anyway, the remaining agents helped him lay face down on the ground, secured his hands and feet basically the hog tied the guy. Let's just say that Callahan was cooperative after that. After his trial, he was sentenced to one of those lonely prisons for the criminally insane. Over the next 17 years he spent every spare second planning his escape. He studied every weakness, he studied the guards, he figured out every time he would have a chance to escape, he was patient. He spent several years working the system to get a ground floor cell so that he could dig his way out. After weeks of digging and carefully disposing of the materials, he would finally be free. It was all going according to plan that was until he reached bedrock a few feet below the next time failed and the next and the next every plan failed and he just got a little angrier, he vowed that he'd escape no matter what. As the years passed, he noticed that one elderly prisoner, Old Ben had become the prison's general handyman an undertaker. This is important, you see, because it was Old Ben's job to put the dead prisoners in a coffin and keep them in the prison chapel overnight. In the next morning, what would happen was Old Ben and the warden would ride out to a cemetery about a mile or so outside of the prison. Then the warden would leave Old Ben to fill in the grave while the warden drove back to the prison for his morning coffee. It didn't take Callahan long to craft a new escape plan. It was simple. The next time a prisoner passed away, he would creep into the chapel after dark, slip into the coffin with a dead body and wait until morning when the warden, an old Ben would take the coffin out of the prison and to the cemetery as soon as the warden left, Old Ben would open the coffin, let him out All would be well. Well, it didn't take Callahan long to become friends with Old Ben and to get Old Ben. Do you agree to help him? Unfortunately, the prisoners were all extremely healthy that summer and the fall, No one caught so much as a sniffle. The new year came and no prisoners had died in nearly eight months. Day after day, he listened for the bell that would ring whenever a prisoner died, but it didn't ring. At one point Callahan was tempted to kill someone with his bare hands like he had done so many times before. But that could mean solitary confinement and in solitary, he wouldn't be able to use his brilliant plan after all. So he waited and waited. It was now late, february and snow was falling. Callahan marched around the yard for his daily exercise with the other prisoners. When the bell finally rang, his hands started shaking, he could, he could care less who it was because his time had come tomorrow, he'd be free. That night. Callahan entered the dark chapel and felt his way to the front sure enough, he found a coffin standing on top of two pine benches. He lifted the lid and the smell of the embalming chemicals smacked him in the face. He climbed into the coffin and laid down right on top of the dead prisoner and close the lid As he lay in the coffin waiting for don, he felt the skin began to crawl. He had killed more than 25 people in his life without any remorse, but this. this just made a mitch all over the smell of the corpse made his stomach churn. 17 years of planning, 17 years of trying and failing, kept him in the coffin for just a little bit longer. In the morning, he would be free of the prison and of that rotting corpse around dawn he woke up feeling the coffin shaking and being lifted? He heard mumbled voices. Old Ben and the war. And we're finally taking the coffin to the cemetery. It was so cold in that coffin. The dark, the closeness that smell, Callahan had to force down the bile that was rising in his throat. Finally the car stopped and the coffin was lifted down. Callahan felt a thump as it landed in the bottom of the grave. His heart thudded. Now is the moment now the warden is going to leave old been to fill the grave while he went back to prison for his morning coffee. Instead, something thudded and skittered across the lid of the coffin just above his head. It must be the warden throwing a bit of dirt in the coffin at the end of some kind of ceremony, but the thudding continued. Callahan's heart pounded even harder. How could this be after all these years? Why had the warden chosen this of all days to help frail old Ben? The thudding grew fainter as the grave was filled in. After a few minutes the foul air inside the coffin grew thin and very hot and the chemical smell was overwhelming. He vomited all over himself. He pounded the lid of the coffin in the darkness and shouted, Come on old Ben! Kill the warden! If you have to hurry up. His heart nearly exploded in sudden horror as he thinks, what if what if Callahan fumbles in his pocket, pulls out a match and lights it a sudden flickering of the light. He turns his head and looks down below him and straight into the pale, dead face of Old Ben.