Well, now, I must say that this is an unusual story folks. This one… well, this one you'll just have to hear to believe. #6133…
Howdy. My name's Mordecai Murdoch… I guess. See, here's the thing: I ain't real. I ain't no ghost of a crazy farmer that killed all his daughters when things got bad for me during the Depression. I never strung any girls from the rafters – heck, I never had any kids! Not real, remember?
I weren't never born, I just sorta appeared. A couple of kids decided they was bored and made up a ghost story starring yours truly and I became real. I guess I'm kinda like Pinocchio, only instead of lying, I go around killing.
See, these kids went to this old, abandoned house and started filling it with anything and everything they could think of to make it seem scary or haunted or demonic or something. Then, when they's all done with the tangible stuff, they started a-painting the walls and such with symbols. I guess one of'um was magical or something because, poof, I'm here.
Well, that's not exactly true. Those kids just got all the ingredients together and mixed'um up, it was them other two that baked it up and made it into something real. These other two saps come into the house and start taking movie pictures and all and put it on something called a web-site that makes everybody in the world see it. Well, these people sees it and believes it and that's where the, poof, I'm here, comes from.
The magic happens when the symbol and the beliefs come together. In a way, I guess that's how I got born.
Here's the downside: Whenever those two web-site-saps change my story and people believes the new story, then I changes, too. Now, if that ain't a call for an identity crisis, I don't know what is!
See, I ain't got no say. People believe I'm a ghost, but I'm not – so, I cain't be killed like a ghost. I got that bit of news from the other other two that came to the house. These two ain't saps like the otherts who call themselves 'pro-fessionals' – couple'a boneheads, you ask me. No, these two knows what they's doing. They's real hunters.
But, the thing is, as long as the people believe, I exist. Cain't be killed 'cause I ain't alive. 'Course, that didn't stop them hunters from trying. I get it, though, they don't want no more kids getting killed. What they don't get is that I'm just a puppet; it's the people 'round the world that'r pulling the strings. I ain't got no control.
So, them two hunters come to the house again and try shooting me with their guns – bullets this time, not a bunch'a salt like before. They seemed real surprised when that didn't work. Maybe they ain't as smart as I thought.
Then, there's four of'em. Two hunters plus the two boneheads. Don't matter to me who I go after – I'm just a killing machine. I go after the two stupid ones first, mainly 'cause I just want'em to stop talking. But, the tall hunter gets in the way and tells'em to git. If I had it in my power, I would'a let'im live for that reason alone.
So, I's choking the life out'a the tall hunter when the othert comes running through. Ever heard the expression: Where's the fire? Well, it was in my house. The shorter hunter spilt gas'line all over the floor and set the place ablaze.
Well, I guess I'm joined up to that magic symbol 'cause I cain't leave the house. 'Course, not being alive means I cain't get burned… or die.
So, I guess I'll just hang 'round here until the next time somebody puts a magic symbol on a web-site. Wonder what my story'll be then…