“The year is nineteen-ninety-nine.”
That sentence brings me back to my senior kindergarten class when I was five years old, where we used to read out the date on the blackboard every single day. The year 1999 exists as a stain in my mind however, as a memory that will not go away no matter how I try to forget it. 1999 marked the year I lost my first tooth, my first time on a plane, and unfortunately the early loss of my childhood innocence.
That one memory that refuses to be wiped, it all started with that new (or old) TV. At that time Pokémon was the latest fad to hit the school. Pokémon cards, games, stickers, and the most popular, the TV show. So of course every time I came home from school, I would stay glued to the TV until Pokémon came on at five. The only problem was that my dad watched the news at 5:30, and Pokémon episodes were back-to-back, which meant I had to miss an episode everyday, something I whined on and on about. My dad got tired of hearing me complain everyday, that must be why he went and bought another TV.
My dad put the TV he bought in my room, unfortunately it was just an old, small boob tube, with rabbit ears even. It also only had 20 channels available; not including the channel Pokémon was on. I recall I didn’t care though, I was just thrilled I had my own TV in my room. After surfing through the channels, I came to the conclusion that only channel 2 (TVO kids) was worth watching so I watched that for a while. It wasn’t for another few months until I discovered channel 21. One day in April, I was flipping through the channels, trying to see if Pokémon was on. I pressed channel 21 into the remote, hoping there were more channels, and to my delight there was. My dad was surprised too, but he let me watch it because it seemed to have kids programs on. The channel was called Caledon Local 21 and later I found out it was indeed broadcasted from the town of Caledon, Ontario, a town very close to my city.
The shows I saw on Caledon Local 21 looked poorly made, and I never understood what was going on in them half the time. However as I grew up, every time I thought of that channel, I realized more and more how messed up the shows were and I had to ask myself “What the fuck was I watching?”
The following is a list of shows and episodes I remember seeing on Caledon Local 21, how I remember such detail even disturbs me, but I guess things like this stand out in your mind for a while. There were only three shows I could find on the channel, probably because the channel was only operational between 4:00pm and 9:00pm
Booby – Episode 6, “Together”: I recall Booby was a show where the characters were simply live action hands, no puppets or anything, just hands. The show featured a hand named Booby who found himself in a new situation every episode. The show was only 5 minutes long, and looked like it was shot in front of a damp, decaying wall, with the hands always on a table with a red table cloth(Very low budget obviously). This was the first episode I watched. The episode began with Booby trying to get ketchup out of a bottle. It actually showed him beating himself against the bottom of the bottle for a good 3 minutes. Finally another hand came by and looked at Booby. “Together” The other hand said, and it began beating the bottle as well, until some ketchup finally squirted out all over the table (I chuckled slightly at this part). Booby then stared at the ketchup mess for a few seconds, before turning towards the camera as it slowly zoomed in on him.
Mr.Bear’s Cellar – Episode 12: Very sketchy name if you were to look at it now a days. The show featured a guy wearing a bear mascot costume who would get a new visitor into his cellar everyday. (It was always a kid) The show was filmed with a camcorder, and not a very good one either. The police asked me a lot of questions about this show. This episode started with Mr. Bear sitting at a table playing checkers by himself (I didn’t recognize it at first, but the table was the same one from Booby). He sat there playing for a bit until there was a knock on the door. The camera was then looking up the stairs at the door, where there was another knock. Mr. Bear climbed the stairs, and opened the door to reveal two young children. One was a boy about my age, and the other was a girl who looked about eight.
Mr. Bear danced in delight, and then started talking to the kids; I couldn’t hear any of them that well, I remember. Mr. Bear then lead the kids into the cellar, which was quite dark, only lit by a small oil lamp on the table. I can’t really remember that much more, except him singing a song which I couldn’t hear too well either (Probably because of that large bear mask). The episode ended with them playing hide-and-seek, with the kids hiding in a closet, and Mr. Bear counting.
Soup and Spoon: I don’t think this was even a show, I think it was more of a special movie thing. All I know is I stopped watching Caledon Local 21 for a while because I thought this show was too stupid, especially since Pokemon now came on at 4:30 and 5:00. I don’t remember much of this, but it showed a can of soup and a spoon both attached to strings, swinging back and forth, as if someone was holding them and dangling them in front of the camera. Interestingly enough, the show was shot in a basement, which looked just like the one used in Mr. Bear’s Cellar. Like I said, I can’t remember much, the only thing I can remember clearly was the end.
The entire thing was only half an hour, and just include stuff I found stupid, such as the spoon chasing the soup around trying to “Eat him”. The ending showed a table (the one from Booby once again) and about seven kids sitting around it, each with a bowl of soup in front of them. They were sitting and looking at the camera, but with confused, almost frightened faces. The camera man then held the can of soup in front of the kids and said “Spooooons ready?” And then it just stopped.
It was summer, and I hadn’t watched channel 21 for a while. Until one day when I slept over at my friend’s house I decided to check it out again. My friend had gotten a TV in his room for his sixth birthday, so we stayed up very late (For us, 9:30 was very late) and watched TV. That’s when I remembered channel 21 and brought it up to my friend. We decided to see if it was on, and to our surprise it was (They must have changed the broadcasting time).
Mr. Bear’s Cellar – Episode 23: This episode was entertaining for my friend and I, mainly because it had swearing. However, now when I think of this episode, I realize something was definitely wrong when it was filmed. The episode started with the camera on its side, while it was facing Mr. Bear, who was walking up stairs to the cellar door. The camera then blacked out for about a second, before fading in, back upright, and facing Mr. Bear. There was also another kid talking to him, but this kid looked about eleven or twelve.
He was talking to Mr. Bear for a while, but I couldn’t hear well (Again with the crappy camcorder) until the kid started raising his voice. The kid was saying how it was late and his sister had to go home, you could also hear more voices in the background. I remember Mr. Bear clearly saying “Get the fuck out, you’re not invited.” with a deep voice muffled by the bear mask. I remember my friend and I looking at each other and laughing at the mention of the forbidden F word, but the episode got weirder. The kid began climbing the stairs before turning around and saying how he was going to call the police. Mr. Bear began breaking into a run towards the kid, who started screaming and running as well. The camera then cut out, and that was the end of the episode. The channel then turned to static shortly after.
Booby – Episode 42, “Playing with Scissors”: One rainy afternoon I was bored, so I decided to watch channel 21. When I started watching, some show about a guy sitting in an armchair was just finishing, I forget what it was about though. When I first saw this episode, I thought it was for teenagers because it had blood in it, and it was very gross. When the police told me everything, I now know who the blood belonged to. The episode showed Booby and another hand with a ribbon around the pinkie finger (Booby’s girlfriend). Booby was holding scissors and hopping around back and forth, while his girlfriend slowly swung around aimlessly.
Another hand shot onto the scene, this hand was smaller though and was jerking around violently, as if someone under the table was forcing the hand (And I later found out this was the case) “Scissors are very dangerous kids, so hold them safely” Booby said to the camera. I noticed I could also hear muffled screams, but I wasn’t sure where it was coming from because of the bad sound quality.
Booby’s girlfriend grabbed the smaller hand, which was thrashing about, and Booby went at it with the scissors. He started with the thumb, He opened the scissors wide and clasped them onto the thumb, blood began oozing out and the muffled screams were now very loud. My five year old self was very grossed out and that’s when I decided maybe Booby was a show meant for teenagers or grown ups. Then the scissors got to the bone, a horrible crunching noise was heard, and that’s when I turned the TV off. I never discussed it with my dad because I feared he would limit my TV time.
I didn’t want to watch channel 21 after that Booby episode. In August I grew more curious to see Mr. Bear’s cellar for some reason though. The last episode I saw of Mr. Bear was weird, and had swearing, which also made me think the show was meant for teenagers. Nonetheless, I flipped onto channel 21 when my dad was busy.
Mr. Bear’s Cellar – Episode 28: Apparently this episode had been playing the entire month of August. It was studied a lot by the police. The entire episode was just Mr. Bear sitting in a chair talking to the audience. “Hello kids! Do you want to visit my cellar? If you do, please write me a letter at this address!” The screen then switched to a white screen with multi-colored letters reading the address, and that was what remained for the rest of the episode.
And guess what I actually did? I sent “Mr. Bear”, or that sick bastard who portrayed him a letter. I did it out of curiosity mostly; my dad was OK with it because he thought it was a legit kid show, but then again he never saw any of what was on channel 21. So I wrote a letter using my best writing possible, I think I just said how I wanted to meet Mr. Bear, and if Booby also lived in the cellar. So my dad sent the letter to the address Mr. Bear said on the show (it stayed on all day anyway for some reason).
It took about a week to get a response, which I was surprised I did. I still have the letter I received August 15, 1999. The letter read:
“Dear Elliot, Thank you ever so-much for your letter, I would love to have you in my cellar! We play games, watch movies, and go fire camping in the middle of the woods!
“And yes, Booby does live in my cellar; he is a good friend of mine!
“Come to my house at (The police cut out this address), ‘Caledon’, ‘Ontario’, ‘CA’.
“I look very forward to having fun with you!
Love, Mr. Bear”
I can not believe my dad never found this sketchy, because he actually took me to the house. And then that’s when the police became involved, those endless questions, those pictures of terrified kids, the woods…
That brings me to why I’m writing this blog, that psycho and his friends did some fucked up shit back then, and now it seems he’s trying to get into contact with me again, the entire police thing is coming back. That has brought 1999 back to me, over a decade later it is happening again.
[Update] – 09/21/11
People have been emailing me asking what exactly happened in 1999, I will get to that. Those weird TV shows I was watching apparently were meant to attract kids to Mr. Bear’s house, what Mr. Bear did shocked the entire town.
My dad actually drove me to Caledon along with the address Mr.Bear left on the letter. The house was actually in the out skirts of the town, in the open farmland. I still remember that house. It looked like an older farmhouse that looked to have been built in the early 1900s. The windows were all boarded up, and the house looked in a state of disrepair. As we walked up to the house, I remember my dad checking the address over and over again and looking at the house in disbelief. Then the door opened.
I expected Mr. Bear to be at the door, but I was surprised to see a police officer emerge from the creaking doorway. The officer began talking to my dad, while I quickly asked if that was Mr. Bear’s house. The officer’s face cringed slightly and muttered “Oh God” or something like that. He started talking quietly to my dad so I couldn’t hear, although my dad told me to go to the car anyway. And then we just went home. My dad was quiet the whole way home. I felt something strange had happened.
My dad never told me what happened for a while, I forgot about it anyway too. Channel 21 no longer came on, and when I asked about it my dad would not acknowledge its existence. I think it was when I was 13 where I learned the truth. I remembered channel 21 one day, and asked my dad about it. I guess he finally decided I should hear the truth.
Caledon Local 21 was a local TV channel that ran from October 1997-August 1999 in the Peel Region of Ontario. The entire channel was made from a house in Caledon (The one I visited) and run by a man who was not really known by anyone in the town. The channel was only available to older TVs because the signal was one only picked up by rabbit ears (Weaker frequency). The man created all the shows on the channel, all of which were kid shows. His hand was Booby, He was Mr. Bear, and he was the mysterious cameraman. The real reason he created the channel was more disturbing than what was originally thought. As you might have already guessed, he kidnapped kids and held them in his cellar. But while most people thought he was a serial child molester, he really wanted to use the kids for another purpose. The day I arrived, the man had fled his house the night before, the day before the police went in for their investigation. I wasn’t the only one who was watching.
[Update] – 11/09/11
Sorry for not answering any questions for so long, I haven’t accessed my email account for some time. Anyway let me finally set things straight about what I know. Back in October, I visited the house previously owned by the man who ran Caledon Local 21. Two women lived there, operating a day care business… how ironic. Now to answer the questions you guys emailed to me:
Q: Who else watched Caledon’ Local 21?
A: I know other people watched it for sure, including those kids who wound up at Mr. Bear’s house. After some Google searches, I found a few people on the Neoseeker forums who were discussing shows from Caledon Local 21. They talked about the kids shows I watched, but also two other shows I had never seen before. A user named iamreallife seemed to know all the shows that were broadcasted on channel 21; here are the two I’ve never heard of:
The Fallen Angel and Life – iamreallife described it as a fairly boring show about a guy rambling on and on in front of the camera about how we must please Satan and appease him before it is too late.
Paint With The Soul – iamreallife and another user called sigy92 were discussing this show. They described it as “Blair Witch like” as it consisted of the cameraman wandering around a forest at night, doing nothing particularly interesting.
I’ll go looking for the conversation and see if I can get the link.
Q: Where is Mr. Bear, or the guy who wore the costume?
A: If I did know, I would have said earlier. I have no idea where this guy is, if he’s dead or alive (Hopefully dead). When I see my dad’s friend next time I will ask him about this, maybe I can get a more definite answer.
Q: What did Mr. Bear do to the children?
A: This is by far the most common question I’ve been asked. I found this out in October as well, via my dad’s friend who is a retired Caledon regional officer. Apparently the man playing Mr. Bear took the kids out of the house and into the forest nearby. What he did there, police are not exactly sure how it happened, but 16 charred bodies of children between the ages of 4-13 were found in a 15 by 15 foot ditch deep within the forest. My dad’s friend did not want to go into exact details, but I’m seeing him next Thursday anyway, so maybe I can extort more information from him then.
That’s all I have for now. Thanks for keeping an interest in my blog, I will try to gather as much information as I can for my next post. I’ve actually been getting pretty interested in this my self. It should be my right to know what the hell happened.
[Update] – 2/1/12
I’m sorry I haven’t posted anything for a while, I kind of lost interest in this blog since I hit a stand still while looking for more information about the identity of the owner of Caledon Local 21.
However a few weeks ago, I struck gold. I found some answers surprisingly from the father of a kid I used to babysit. He lives just across from my street, and I used to look after his kids when they were younger, he currently doesn’t have a job either. He used to live near the woods outside of Caledon, and witnessed the owner’s activities in the woods. His name is Anthony Pollo.
When he lived in the small bungalow outside the woods, he would often venture in to smoke a joint of marijuana or two before returning to his work as a wood craftsman. Pollo described that sometimes he would hear voices of children coming from deeper within the woods, as well as a glowing light off in the distance. Pollo told me these events started in late 1997 (Note: This is around the time Caledon Local 21 began airing.) He apparently became annoyed by this happening every once in a while and actually went to investigate.
Pollo then described what the whole scene looked like when he got there. There was a group of kids (He said about 13-17) and ages 5–12 gathered around a large fire pit with a burning fire. With them was a single adult. Pollo talked to the man (Noting his unusual unkempt appearance of a crack addict, as well as his constant twitching) and asked what he was doing out in the forest with children. The man said they were on a camping trip, something they did frequently. Pollo, not suspecting anything (Caledon has one of the lowest crime rates in Canada) simply left it at that and told them to be quieter. Pollo then paused for a while before telling me that they never became quieter, in fact sometimes he heard loud chanting from the children in an unknown language. He didn’t bother meeting with the man again, as he was moving anyway.
I told Pollo that the man was probably the owner of Caledon Local 21, but he doubted it, as he heard that the man was moving to Pickering by several other residents near that area.
Here is what I know now:
The Man would take kids into the woods regularly for “camping”
The fire pit Pollo described may be the hole the bodies of the children were found in
The children Pollo saw are probably the ones found dead
The man moved to a city called Pickering (A smaller city east of Toronto)
I will discuss this with my dad’s friend (The ex-cop) and see if this matches anything the police knew about the man. I also want to see if he has any other knowledge of what was aired on Caledon Local 21.
[Update] – 3/20/12
Good news guys, I talked to my dad’s friend and he disclosed a lot of information for me. First I asked if the police had any information on the man who ran Caledon Local 21, he replied that they have only had the same leads for years and never found a suspect. However, the Peel regional police do have some of the tapes found in the house Caledon Local 21 was broadcasted from, he took me over so I could watch a few. I guess I haven’t said much about him yet, my dad’s friend’s name is Mitchell Wilson, a pretty nice guy, he seems to understand my thirst for knowledge on what happened during the late 90s in that house. He feels it was wrong that my dad went so long without telling me much.
He took me to the Davis road police station (If you don’t know, it’s the largest station in Caledon, and one of the largest within the Peel region itself.) Each of the main stations around Peel have some of the tapes, the Davis road station has 3. I got to watch all of them. Unfortunately I wasn’t allowed to take any home for obvious reasons.
Booby – Episode 2: “Friends Are Like Flowers”: This was one of the first Booby episodes made. The camera quality looked crappier than usual (Possibly an even older camcorder) but the scene was set in the same place as the Booby episodes usually took place. I recognized it instantly. The episode began with Booby swaying back and forth contently for a few seconds before another hand entered. The other hand was much smaller, looking as if it belonged to a young child.
The smaller hand eagerly began bouncing around before sliding up to Booby, bringing it’s fingertips together to “Kiss” Booby. After a few seconds, Booby grabbed the smaller hand and squeezed it tightly. This continued for at least 10 seconds before the camera slowly panned left until the hands were out of sight. The camera continued panning until it showed a wilted daisy lying by itself. The camera then zoomed in on the daisy slowly as a little girl’s voice became audible saying “Friends are like flowers in the garden of life.” The episode then ended.
Paint With The Soul – Episode 10, “Garbage Thrown Away”: Paint With The Soul was one of the shows that iamrealife and sigy92 discussed on neoseeker. I told the police about this and they informed me that 12 episodes of the show were made and broadcasted between December 5, 1997′ and ‘January 8, 1998’.
Exactly as iamrealife and sigy92 described, the episode opened with the camera man wondering around in a forest. It appeared to be during the evening as it seemed the sun was setting. The camera man walked along a path until he got to an area where there was a lot of garbage laying in the leaves.
The camera looked around at the various wrappers, bottles, bags, and boxes, making sure each item got a few seconds of screen time. The camera then focused into a single area before the man spoke. I recall he spoke in a very timid quiet voice, and I swear I’ve heard it somewhere else before, like on another Caledon Local 21 show. I could barely hear what he was saying, but he mainly talked about how humans are garbage, or something that had to do with saving ourselves by cleaning up the garbage (us). It actually sounded really stupid, but still a feeling of dread came over me, I mean that forest was possibly where those bodies were found, right?
Mr. Bear’s Cellar – Episode 25: When the police administrator brought this tape in, I actually said “Ohhh shit” and chuckled a bit out loud. Of course I got stares from the staff, but Wilson explained to them about my little experience with Mr. Bear and how I still kept the letter he sent me. Like the previous episodes, this one included a guy wearing a bear mascot costume.
The Episode began with Mr. Bear waddling over to the red clothed table with a bottle of orange juice in his hands (paws?). On the table were sixteen shot glasses as well as a small bottle that contained an unknown liquid. Mr. Bear poured an equal amount of orange juice into each glass before opening the smaller bottle and depositing one drop into the glasses. Mr. Bear then went off-camera, there were some minor sounds such as shuffling, and then Mr. Bear emerged from behind the camera’s location.
Following him were 16 children, some looked as young as four, others looked like they were practically teenagers. As the children entered, the administrator commented that this is the only episode that showed all 16 victims.
The kids all looked rather content except for this one who had visible bruises on his face, and unlike the other kids he had a more fearful expression. He also looked about 11-12, which caused me to recognize him. He was the kid who had asked about his sister and subsequently met an unknown fate at the end of episode 23, that one episode I watched during July 1999.
When I told the administrator this, he confirmed it was the same kid, he was also featured in episode 24 (An episode that only aired once at 3:00 in July 1999, the police have still not found the tape). Mr. Bear then broke into song, singing about citrus fruits and how good vitamin C was for you (I could barely hear the lyrics as they were muffled by the bear mask). The kids all drink their juice (The one from episode 23 doing it rather reluctantly), and the episode ended.
After viewing the 3 tapes in possession of the Davis road police station, I’m satisfied, but only temporary. I still want to know the full story, the police just keep giving me the same crap about the creator of Caledon Local 21 being a fetishist pedophile as well as an apparent cultist. I will sign off for now, get into university first, get information later. Hopefully I will get back to this blog as soon as possible.
[Update] – 5/12/12
On April 17th I finally got my G2 licence (In Ontario, Canada this allows you to drive in a car by yourself as well as with some passengers after 6 months.) I of course took advantage of this and drove into Caledon for a little “Sunday drive”. Since I haven’t updated this blog in a while, I figured I might as well visit the house where the infamous channel of my childhood was located. The house looked different than when I last saw it in October. The place was no longer used as a day care, and just sat there abandoned. However it did have a “For Sale” sign showing that someone still owned it, wanting to get rid of it though.
The abandoned house drew fuzzy memories from my mind; mainly of that day my dad took me to visit Mr. Bear. A feeling of dread came upon me, what happened to the children while they were living in that house? I walked up the steps to the front door and peered through the window. Inside I could see a nearly empty hallway with a few boxes at the end.
At the end of the hallway to the right was an open doorway presumably leading to the kitchen. To the left were two doors, both apparently leading to the rooms visible through the windows outside. I wondered where the cellar entrance was located and whether it had been sealed up. I walked around to the back of the house and found my answer. Two wooden doors lying at an almost flat angle were padlocked shut, this had to lead to the cellar. Not wanting to hang around (You cannot imagine what was going through my mind at that time) I departed.
Behind the house, the empty field continued on until it reached a dense forest that lined the horizon. I wondered if that was the forest where the bodies of the children were found. I thought to myself “Fuck it” and proceeded to walk across the field behind the house into the forest. The forest was oddly quiet, save for the few periodic sounds of a woodpecker drilling into a distant tree. I cautiously made my way deeper into the woods, not really caring about the fact that I had no idea where I was going. I don’t know how to explain it, but it felt like there was something I had to find. I came to a thinner part of the woods and few small houses in the distance. Pollo’s house crossed my mind and I wondered if one of these homes had belonged to him. I neared a small clearing in which I could see 3 adequately sized logs gathered around a black, charred area (Showing a small fire had been lit there recently.)
“HEY! GET THE FUCK OUT OF OUR FORT” Those words nearly gave me a heart attack. I turned to my left and saw two dark-clothed people running towards me. My initial thought was to run, however as they came closer I saw they were really just kids in their early teens, possibly 13 or 14, maybe even 12. As they approached me, they realized my size as well, I’m 6’1 while they could have been no bigger than 5’8 (One might have been 5’7). “We said… get the fuck out.” The larger one who was wearing a Slipknot shirt said half-heartedly. I stood my ground and shrugged. The shorter one who was wearing a Metallica shirt swung out a butterfly knife and held it in my direction. “No, you wouldn’t want to.” I said in a deep, serious tone (Trying to sound as badass as possible) I pulled out my cell phone.
The two kids withdrew, the one in the Metallica shirt putting away the knife. “Look dude, we don’t like people in our fort, so can you just go?” the one in the Slipknot shirt said, obviously intimidated. I had no business in the forest anyway, so I uttered out a simple “Fine” and turned before I realized I had a great opportunity. “Did either of you hear of a guy who murdered a bunch of kids in these woods about… 13 years ago?” I asked the kids. The two looked at each other in confusion, before the one wearing the Metallica shirt answered “Yeah… EVERYONE knows about that guy” he said to me as if I were stupid. The kid in the Slipknot shirt continued, “He still lives around here, in the storm drain… my big brother’s friend says he saw him in a bear costume once wandering around the forest at night.”
My instincts told me this was probably a lie, and the owner of Caledon Local 21 is probably long gone, only existing as folklore in this smaller isolated community. However as a human, the thought of the mysterious unknown sparks interest within. “And where is the storm drain?” I asked (Just out of curiosity, I don’t actually believe the kid’s story). The Kid in the Metallica shirt stared at me for a few moments, his eyes seemingly full of annoyance, yet curiosity for me. “You’re not from around here, are you? Why did you even come here?” Now I do admit I was slightly startled by the nature of his question, however I figured I might as well explain why I was there, just in case people mistook my intentions. I told the two kids about my experience with the man and Caledon local 21, and that I had to come to maybe seek out some sort of closure (Although though even I wasn’t exactly sure.)
The kids seemed familiar with the channel as they smiled and looked at each other when I mentioned it. They also became more understanding and gave me a detailed description on how to get to the storm drain. Shortly after, I decided to just turn around the way I came and head back to the house, leaving the kids at their fort. But now you’re probably wondering why I left out such detail about what the kids told me just now, it is it because I’m choosing to conclude what I have gathered now.
Here is what the kids told me in detail:
The storm drain lies ahead of the kids’ fort, the same direction I was heading
The drain ends at a small river, where access water is drained out. Near here is a small playground (The kids told me people rarely use it)
The man supposedly lives in the large pipe that rain water drains out of, people have seen him, although always either wearing a bear mask or the mask and a full body bear costume. (Note: I do not believe this is true, and in fact simply a myth made by the residents of Caledon. The story does not seem plausible in any way, why did no one call the police? Didn’t this guy look suspicious? And other questions like these leave the story invalid.
I may visit the storm drain. Not because I believe the story, but because I want an excuse to visit Caledon again, so this blog doesn’t die (With no more tapes to watch, I don’t know what to talk about anymore!).
Thanks for continuing to support me and my blog. I know many are looking forward to more information about what happened in Caledon during the year 1999, and I will do my best to continue my research into the topic. Elliot out.
[Update] – 10/4/12
Wow nearly 5 months since I last updated. I’m guessing everyone pretty much thinks I was dead right? Thankfully I’m not. But in all my seriousness, I really have been busy these past few months, and a blog about something that could have killed me as a kid is a little low on my current priorities list. As of now I am living in Waterloo Ontario, attending the University of Waterloo for computer engineering (Yeah I’m a keener). As you can imagine, engineering is no walk in the park, so obviously I nearly forgot about this blog. But as you can see now, I am back.
I remembered to visit the storm drain the kids from the Caledon forest told me about. It was out in a clearing between the wooded areas, nearby a marsh. Unfortunately, I found absolutely nothing; save for a turtle that retreated into its built-in home when it saw me. I snapped some pics of the pipe which I have posted as well. Also, let me tell you it was NOT a storm drain like they said it was.
What I saw was a simple pipe, possibly to channel the access water from the marsh. When I returned from Caledon however, I simply kept putting off uploading everything until I forgot all about my blog. It just didn’t seem important anymore (Please forgive me). It wasn’t until only recently that I am now interested in my case again. On September 10th, I received an email from this email address: email@example.com
Funny, am I right? Well it gets better. I’m going to copy and paste the exact email this guy sent me:
My dear, dear boy,
I have missed you ever so much, oh how you’ve grown! Your twinkling eyes have stayed the same however, those eyes looking for adventure, oh how imagining them brings warmth to my old bear heart. That day you came to visit me I felt so happy I wanted to go out and pick strawberries. He told me you would come looking! Oh yes he told me you would come looking!
Now it will be soon, you won’t be so lonely soon! I’m ever so sorry I couldn’t say hello when you came to visit, not once, 2 times! Do not threat however, you will soon finally get to play with the other children. I will try making my cellar even more cozier than before!!!
100 fuzzy hugs,
Now obviously this letter is fake, but still I would like to thank whoever sent it. Just reading this letter creeped me out, but because of it, I am now full of this new interest to continue my blog. I guess its just funny trying to pursue the mysteries I’ve always questioned. Now my roommate knows about all of this, he thought the letter was real, he actually seemed more scared than I was for a second. But then I shrugged it off, so he did too. I mean, what are the chances of this being real? How would “Mr. Bear” know when I went to Caledon on those occasions? More or less know my email or me still be interested in his cellar. Ha.
I’m going to send a reply to “returntheb”. Wow, just looking at the email address, you can tell someone wanted to freak me out. It didn’t really work though, although to whoever you are, thank you for sparking my interest back into the full matter. Maybe I can find out more about what happened to “Mr. Bear”, hopefully because although I don’t buy that email, a part of me still feels anxious. Thank you to all those who are still following me and have become avid fans, you are also why I am choosing to continue this!
[Update] – 11/09/13
Wow I can’t believe this blog hasn’t been deleted yet, I haven’t posted anything for so long. I have my reasons and I’d rather not discuss them just yet, its been a rather… traumatic year for me. Some of you were right, I shouldn’t have gone back trying to relive the mysteries of my childhood, but I couldn’t resist. Its been over a year since my last post and a lot has happened. Let’s recap where I’m at right now with regards to the whole “Mr. Bear” incident.
firstname.lastname@example.org is no longer in use, I tried replying to the email but I got no reply. I tried again back in March, still no response.
I’ve actually moved up to Ottawa (Capital of Canada for those who don’t know) for university so I haven’t been back to Caledon or back home in the Peel region for a while. I had my reasons for leaving as you could guess why.
I’ve had to make a new email account because people keep prank mailing me pretending to be Mr. Bear. Thanks a lot guys (not).
Why have I ventured back to this blog? Mitchell Wilson (Remember my dad’s ex-cop friend?) gave me a phone call on October 23 about a tape that was found in a branch of the Brampton public library. Brampton is my hometown in case you haven’t picked up on that. He claims he isn’t allowed to discuss the contents of the tape with me as it is still in evidence but he asked me to come check it out when I return home. That tape got the gears grinding again because we all know what was the last tapes I saw. I can only imagine what can be on it, I’m guessing it must have something to do with Caledon Local 21.
I guess I just wanted to say I am continuing this blog and thank you for everyone who still follows it. I don’t know when my next entry will be, but when I see that tape I’ll write what I find. I don’t know what to expect, but the idea of seeing another tape has gotten me interested in this whole mystery all over again.
[Update] – 01/16/14
Its been a long year for me. University has been giving me the usual sleepless nights especially since I transferred to Ottawa which is THE place to party (sarcasm). But now I’m back home with my dad in Brampton, the town I grew up in. I got home on the 18th of December and have been visiting with friends and family, or at least that’s what I would rather have done. Now that festive holiday cheer that I usually have at this time of the month is absent.
To answer the hundreds of emails and comments I got – yes I did see the tapes that my dad’s friend (Mitchell Wilson) promised to show me. These tapes however act as a curse; I want to know more, yet I want to forget everything. I couldn’t help it, I NEEDED to see those tapes. Not only for myself, but for all of you guys who are just as intrigued as I am by that ominous man in a bear suit from my past. However after viewing those tapes I feel that pit of dread deep inside me once again, that feeling where I know that all those kids in those videos are dead, that I could have been one of those kids, and that humanity is a dark, dark place. If you haven’t skipped this paragraph for the “juicier” details below, thank you for listening to my rambling.
On Friday, Wednesday, January 1st, I called Mitchell Wilson and asked if there was a time where I could come by and view the tapes. Things were pretty slow at the station because of a snow storm so he said I could come down anytime that day. The tapes were located at a branch not too far from me. So I braved the slushy roads and terrible Brampton drivers and made my way to the Peel regional police station located at the Bramalea city centre.
I met Wilson at the front desk where he then lead me up to the second floor and into a small office. He instructed me to have a seat and wait while he went and got the tapes. Before leaving the office he turned to me and and said “I know you’re curious but… are you sure you want to do this?” Of course I did, or at least thought so. Besides Wilson’s friend had pulled a lot of strings to get me in there and I didn’t want to waste the opportunity. This particular station had 4 tapes on hand. I was only allowed to watch 3 of them however because the 4th tape was apparently too damaged to be played on a VCR.
Paint With The Soul – Episode 3, “How to Dust a Room”: I had almost forgotten about this show, I never did see it on TV but I did see that one episode at the Caledon police station. The episode opened up the camera panning around a small empty room. There was a window on the wall opposite of the door, outside it was light out. The cameraman walked towards the window revealing a small clearing before a dark, thick forest about 15 feet from the window. The cameraman panned around to face the door and finally spoke; “T-today I am g-going to s-s-show yous how to p-properly dust a r-room” I recognized the cameraman’s voice as the same from before: Quiet, timid, only this time with a clear stutter.
Now here’s where things got weird. The cameraman aimed the camera at his feet, revealing a metal broomstick, and grabbed it with his free hand. His hand was that of a white male so it was easy to see the fresh, bright red blood that covered it. The man then explained that in order to get the room nice and dusted, you had to make sacrifices. And with that the man began to smash the white plastered ceiling with the broomstick. Soon there was a significant hole in the ceiling, revealing the wooden slats that made up the roof. The floor was now pretty messed up with chunks of ceiling littering the floor as well as a coating of plaster from the ceiling. The man aimed the camera at the floor and began to smash the larger ceiling pieces with his feet. The man then backed up to the door and had the camera show the mess he had created. “A-a-and now the room is… is…” the episode ended before he could finish.
Wilson warned me that the next two tapes were more disturbing. I insisted to keep watching although a voice at the back of my head told me I shouldn’t
Booby – Episode 30, “Children of the Light”: It was Booby, one of the shows I had actually watched as a kid. I had never seen this episode before and now I wish that were still true. The episode opened up the same way as every other episode I had seen. A single adult hand (Booby) was rocking back and forth. After a few seconds Booby turned towards the camera and said “Songs are sung the best when sung by children!”. The hand then disappeared out of view below the table.
After a few more seconds suddenly the picture cut to outside, aiming at a bonfire in a small pit. It was night and it appeared to be in a small clearing in a forest, although it was hard to tell because of the camera quality. The camera then zoomed into the fire which was burning fairly steadily. Suddenly a human hand was forced into the fire by a pair of adult human hands. The hand was small, presumably belonging to a child, and was being held firmly in place by two larger hands. Sound was absent for the first few seconds until a song began playing. The song I recognized from my childhood, I would sing it in church or at school (I went to a catholic elementary school). If you don’t know it here’s a link to a YouTube video: Children of the Light.
That song began playing as the hand was being held in the orange flames. It continued as the hand struggled to escape the larger hand’s grip, it continued as the flesh of the hand began to turn beet red and peel away, it continued as dark smoke began rising from the hand. It must have taken only a few minutes for the hand to become blackened save for the few instances of white bone visible under the charred flesh. Fuck… that image is burned into my mind. The hand was now limp, it no longer moved. The episode then ended.
Mr.Bear’s Cellar – Episode 30: Mr. Bear never ceases to disturb me, especially after what almost happened when I was younger. This episode took place outside in a forest at dusk, making it slightly hard to see especially considering the quality of the film (A trademark of anything from Caledon Local 21). The episode started with the camera being held in the “paws” of Mr. Bear aiming it at himself.
That bear mask… it looked more sinister in the shadows of the trees. The unmistakable muffled voice spoke up; “Hello children! Today I will be doing a wonderful thing for my friends, I will be delivering them to a faraway land where they will surely be happy!” Mr. Bear turned the camera around to show an ATV with an attached trailer (Like this) but what stood out the most was that the trailer contained seven motionless children lying side by side. “T-this here is the first load, but more will be on their way soon!” Mr. Bear turned around and pointed the camera at a large burlap tarp spread on the ground.
He picked the tarp up revealing a large hole that must have been at least 12 feet deep and maybe about 15 feet wide. The rest of the episode consisted of Mr. Bear taking each kid and dropping them into the hole. I asked Wilson if they were dead to which he shook his head and replied “Not yet”. Soon all the kids were in the pit, some were in awkward positions due to being tossed in, but they remained unconscious. “The vitamin C will surely help these children on the great journey that awaits them!” Mr. Bear mentioned as he panned the camera towards multiple bottles of gasoline beside a bush. The camera zoomed into the bottles as Mr. Bear hummed before the episode ended.
Wilson revealed to me that these were 7 of the 16 victims found burnt to a crisp. The gasoline is what the man playing Mr. Bear used to light them on fire. A pit full of burning children… who the fuck would do that? That feeling of dread found me once again when I realized that I could have been one of those kids.
Wilson then explained to me that he had previously lied and the 4th tape owned by the Bramalea police branch did indeed work and contained the filming of the actual burning. However he felt that I wouldn’t be able to handle the “Disturbing and graphic” nature of the episode. And you know what? Maybe I can’t. I don’t even want to see it. I’m satisfied for now, but I just need some time to get myself together. The thing is, the man who ran Caledon Local 21 is still out there.
More to come soon.
Once upon a time…
There lived a boy named Elliot
Elliot was clever boy who loved playing with his friends
One day he watched a lovely television show about a bear and his children friends
The children loved helping each other as good children should, but they also loved the bear
The bear loved the children since the children were so good at helping him and the fallen angel
The children and the bear wanted to play forever with the help of their friend Booby
But the fallen angel needed even more help, so the children had to give the ultimate sacrifice
Because that’s what friends do Elliot
They help each other
Help us Elliot, burn with us Elliot
I want you Elliot, he wants you Elliot
Come back to my cellar
Pretty please with sugar and icing on top!
– Mr. B
[Update] – 04/14/15
I wanted to update more, I truly did. However certain circumstances had turned me off the whole Caledon Local 21 thing. I’ve since then had hundreds of emails about my blog and was even in contact with a magazine about my story. But now is the time to come clean to everyone, where have I been for an entire year? The story of Pandora’s Box is true, and I opened it. I opened it last June when I watched the 4th tape in possession of the Bramalea police branch. The other subject I’d like to address is the number of joke/fake emails I’ve been getting from people claiming to be Mr. Bear. Let’s start with the 4th tape, this is what traumatized me into stopping my search temporarily.
After a few weeks of playing silent, I decided to ask Mitchell Wilson if I could view that infamous 4th tape he had talked about. I don’t know why, I just felt that viewing that tape would give me some closure. Wilson was obviously reluctant to show me, but I was persistent. He gave me an offer, if I was still interested by the time I turned 20 he would show me the tape. Not being able to do much else, I just played the waiting game. By the time I turned 20 in June, I was definitely still interested in viewing the tape. I gave Wilson a call in which he admitted that he had hoped that I would forget about asking him again, but I was not taking no for an answer. “You really don’t need to see it.” He kept telling me, but I did need to see it, I had to at this point. Sure enough he invited me to the Bramalea branch one Monday afternoon. Having watched every Saw film and a video of animal slaughterhouses in my ethics class, I was sure I would be able to handle whatever the tape could throw at me. How optimistic I was…
Mr. Bear’s Cellar – Episode 31: When Wilson went to collect the tape from evidence, the officer in charge of the evidence room shook his head at me, his face saying “What are you doing?” Wilson explained that this tape includes the last known episode of Mr. Bear’s cellar. I rightfully assumed that I would be seeing the fate of the children, I began to feel a sense of dread.
The episode opened inside a forest, the usual one from the previous episodes. This fact took me a while to realize because it was night, the trees and leaves just looked like shapes dancing around in the darkness. A faint glow of light was present on the right side of the screen. There wasn’t any apparent audio, it appeared to be a windy night yet the trees weren’t making any noise. Slowly, the camera began to pan towards the glow, revealing smoke rising from a hole with the tips of flames peaking over the top. Wilson paused at this point; “Are you sure you want to see this?” he asked me. I insisted on it, even though a voice in my head was telling me not to.
The video continued, the cameraman moved towards the hole, showing a pit of fire. This was the hole that I had seen in the previous episode. Only this time it was filled with shapes. I could see shapes moving around, fluttering, flailing… some motionless. I knew perfectly well what they were. The camera began to adjust to the light and… burning flesh, red, black, a blur of surreal movement and colors. I wish I could forget what I saw, but you can’t forget a scene like this. This was not a horror movie, this was reality. Human beings being killed in a horrifying way, a fate that I could have potentially met.
The video suddenly cut to dawn, the camera now positioned farther away from the hole. The fire was out, however there was still smoke smouldering up. A figure was up ahead. I recognized it right away, the Mr. Bear suit was laid out on the ground. Empty, it looked just as unnerving. The suit was laid out in the shape of a cross, the cameraman did a lap around the suit, treating it like a treasured artifact. Placed at the head of the suit was a sign. In bold red letters, INRI was printed. The cameraman moved back to the end of the suit, zooming in to the bear’s face. The episode finally ended.
I was speechless, it was like a dream. You can find a lot of terrible things on the internet but I had never seen anything like this. Wilson asked if I was ok and I replied with a shaky “yes”. I assured him as we left that I was fine and that the video gave me some closure over the whole incident. He didn’t seem too confident in me, but he left it at that. He was right though, I had nightmares for weeks. I gave up, I didn’t care about the whole thing anymore. A sick man burned a bunch of kids alive, attracting them with a fake kid’s TV channel. I could have been one of his victims, yet I’m still here. I suppose I should be grateful, but I feel guilty. Am I still here only by pure luck? 10 months later I’m back, but now I need to address something else.
My email has been flooded with messages, some people ask for more details, some ask if I can upload the tapes, and some people email me claiming to be Mr. Bear. First, I cannot get the tapes uploaded as they’re A) In police evidence and B) I have no idea how to get VHS onto the computer. Now to people pretending to be Mr. Bear: You’re not fooling me, when you have dozens of people pretending to be the same person it doesn’t work. I’ve even seen a fake Caledon Local 21 YouTube channel which is cute, but still not real. Even more annoying is the fact that someone hacked my account just to put up some demented poem about me on this blog. I’ll leave it in the entry above this one, just to show you guys. I have contacted an admin about the entry and was told that the entry was posted on Halloween (oh spooky!) attached to the email email@example.com, which I assume is another joke email.
I’m over episode 31 now, the images of what I saw will stick with me for a while but I want to do one last hurrah. I will get into contact with Mitchell Wilson again and hopefully get set up with the tapes in possession of the other Peel Police branches. I’ll try to update you guys as soon as I can (I’m sure this won’t take a year again). Thank you to everyone who still reads this.
74 Comments on '1999'
My god. I really hope this isn’t real.
Who am I kidding probably isn’t.
Most of these aren’t
The kids get burnt.
Also, how good! I really enjoyed it, it was fun and stomach-turning. Just what I needed! I was going to click off, but then I realised I was enjoying it.
Woah. Just, woah…
Pedo Bear strikes again!
man this story scared the shit out of me its hart to think that there some sick people like that guy in the world
This is absolutely amazing and I feel like it needs to continue!!!!!!! [Finding out he is a devil worshiper is the best bit]
One of my all-time favorites, I’m so glad this pasta is finally on this website. It’s got that perfect sense of tension and atmosphere, a reply interesting story that gets you really engrossed into the pasta, a few insane twists, and an incredible creepiness factor. And of course very well written.
I recommend this to everyone wanting a good, creepy read. You may have to save your place or be prepared, it’s a long ride.
honestly one of my favourite creepypastas, I wish the author would write more though
The kids burned?!!! He worships the devil?!? This is sick. I dont mean the sick part as a hate message. Its super cool and i may have nightmares bout it. Creeeeeepy
This is the Story that turned me on to Creepy Pastas, (a long time ago) patiently i have waited for the conclusion. Here’s to hoping it comes soon
The geography is creepily accurate for this area too. Excellent work!
I love this so much. It’s creepy, and hideously disturbing, but I love it.
The original part is among my favourite pastas. The updates let it down a bit though in my opinion as there was too much exposition and lacked the same impact as the first part. But a great concept and has that “Did it really happen?” vibe about it.
I like this i just the author would go more into detail when trying to explain what is happening
The writing and voice of the main character is very believable.
The ending is unsatisfying, but that almost adds more than it would take away.
This story grabs you. Its very creepy and believable. There are a few parts that have grammar issues but none the less, very scary.
I’m sorry but i found this story really boring and not creepy
I liked how detailed this was and how everything was executed. The writing style was good, I liked how you gave the main character emotions that we could understand, and I like how it was more of a mystery. I think some sections could be removed to keep it interesting. But more or less, I thought it was good.
Love this story. It got my into Creepypastas about two years ago. I just want to see it end, or at least be updated more frequently.
Well… that… was something…
I think this story is still being updated. I went to a wiki blog and found this same story, however there’s an update: 6/21/15. Perhaps this is ongoing?
Anyways, here’s a link to those interested. http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/1999
To Munsen51011~This story also lead me to creepypasta stories yet only it was not by thae same person and on voice recording in a stuttered voice but there were subtitles so i did know what was being said without stutter and after this story was told was another story simular (not known if the same) but in a diffrent point of veiw that got me thinking about the whole fact that the person reading had a stuttered voice but me being only 9 i expected it to just be a couinsidence.
damn that was creepy
What happened to them was worse than being molested? If you asked me I WISH the guy who molested me had killed me, so I wouldn’t have to live like this
I really liked this story, but it was dragged on it should have been a lot shorter than it is.
This story is amazing, with the gore and the spook! This is one of the BEST creepypastas I’ve ever read.
Besides the fact that this took 30 minutes to read it was great!
There is only one thing wrong with this:
if he is a computer engineering student, then why doesn’t he know how to convert/copy VHS to any digital video format? other than that great story 😀
Although it had an original idea of the monster not being paranormal but a real person, this story slightly lost me at the satanic rituals. They seemed slightly cliché.
This story is a milestone in creepy-pasta history, but mediocre storytelling.
I loved it when he finally learned the sickening truth about the kids. It is an absolutely disgusting story, when he goes into the burning details, but a great one too.
There is a song like mr beat. Here are some lyrics[spoiler][/deep in the forest we’ll song a chores one that everybody knows, hand held higher we’ll be on fire ]
I remember when I first heard this. I loved it so much! One of my favorites!
This is one of the best creepypastas ever uploaded!!
The storyline of the pasta was cool. Please try to write out a sequel to this.
The Mr.Bear character was frequently mentioned via letters and TV shows. It adds to the mood for a perfect horror story.
Well, I give it’s pasta a 100/100!! Awesome!!
This was my first creepypasta and still my favorite and honestly I find it far scarier than candle cove. 10/10
Aaand I made the mistake of reading this right after dinner. (*stifles gag*)
Definitely my favorite creepy pasta! Although the story was very long, it kept me on edge the whole time. It was very believable but not as conclusive as I would’ve liked!
This was a long story but it’s a very good one and I wish it continued.
i have a question when the author of this story said someone hacked into the account and put a creepy poem about him for a blog it said INRI when it started the poem and ended and then when the author bloged(is that how you spell it it..?) what he saw in the video it showed a sign it bold letters INRI above the MR.Bear suit …now i’m just wondering if that is connected somehow …so if someone can would you please explain this for me because i’m really confused.
Fuuuuck, I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight
the bit about devil worship is absolutely stunning. i was completely ensnared by this creepypasta from beginning to end. i just hope a conclusion is posted soon. i’ve been keeping up with this pasta since it started and i’ve been waiting for a while now. does our protagonist ever face off with mr. Bear? all in all this one is a solid 9 out of 10 and i recommend it to any and all creepypasta readers.
Absolutely fantastic. It has everything suspense, horror, and it’s so wonderfully and sickeningly real. I felt like I was reading a real crime blog. Reminded me a bit of Blair Witch but in writing form. Absolutely loved it and would love to see more.
this is probably one of the best creepypastas I have read. it sends chills down your spine and your neck hairs go up. it is very realistic and makes you question if it was a real T.V show in 1999. Even though it is very long, it entertains the reader by grabbing its readers. This is a great creepypasta and I hope you make more or atleast a part two!
This one was by far the most twisted one I have read. So quite good actually.
OMG!!!! I love this delicious pasta! I hope that its updated soon! Now one of my all time favorites
Utterly engrossing pasta, would love a second helping. I was thoroughly creeped out for the entire story. Well written in my opinion.
Is this real or something?
Got so interested and it seems so real! For a moment I though it was real until I remembered I’m on creepypasta
Wow. This was creepy. One of the best CPs I’ve read. But oh my God, I was not expecting any of what I read.
probably obvious but anyone else notice the inri stamped on the email was the same thing written in blood at the end of the forth video? how would the hacker know that unless he had seen the video, was the cop the killer?
Very long. I didn’t read it I listened to it on CreepsMcPasta
Great pasta just what I ordered. Amazing description!
This was a good read, However, repeating the fact that he was late on blog posts EVERYTIME he made a new one got a little tiring. Otherwise, well done.
First of all sorry for my english for I am not a native speeker. I am new at the creepypasta genre but find it interesting. I assume the authors are amatuer ones and write their stories just for one. As for me I do not expect the quality of a professional writer. I am here too just for fun. I have read this pasta with much excitement from beginning to end. I must say I really enjoyed it. True detective season 1 resemblance. I liked it. Here are my objections though. First of all. Lack of media coverage. When a child gets missing in my country it is a big event. Almost all the television channels will broadcast the story. In case of 1999 though no media coverage at all. Considering the very very low crime rates of canada it seems rather impossible to me (in my country child abduction is not uncommon). Second. Handling of The case by law enforcement agencies of canada. Consider a country that is top in The quality of life indexes. 16 kids gone missing and then found dead in a pit. In a small town community or nation-wide. It does not matter. It MUST take the full attention of The law enforcement. It is a huge case. That is to say canadian police MUST direct its every available resources to capture this TEDDYBEAR. 16 kids murdered and besides an engineering student nobody does nothing. There are several videotapes in several local police stations throughout the county and no COORDINATED INVESTIGATION. I think if handled properly in a coordinated manner the pedobear would be captured in no time. I don’t think so but if canadian police lacks this type of organization woe to canadian people in dire situations. Third. People just don’t vanish. This sicko bear did not kidnap just one kid but did 16 kids. Yes 16 kids kidnapped without any trace. No families ever bothered to look for their beloved children? The bear was even broadcasting his address. In a case of missing child town people should do a comprehensive search led by authorities through woods, farms and yes even houses. I am borrowing it from a book “every contact leaves behind some trace”. I am sure this not-so-clever-devil-worshipping-bear would have left some traces while kidnapping and murdering 16 kids.
Conclusion. Criminal investigations are not for naive engineering students but for seasoned police officers. The 1999 story has yet to be concluded. I hope the bear will get what he deserves and end up getting killed by some “posse” or facing justice in her majesty’s courtrooms. As for The author I wish you success in your upcoming stories. I hope you will able to write more coherent ones.
Imagine having to review this, you’d have to read the whole entire thing XD
why does it say INRI (the king of the Jews) above it? That makes sense cause of the cross, but then again…
This story is my biggest inspirtation as a “writer”. It’s the only reason i started submitting pastas in the first place. This story wants you begging for more info, which i think a lot of pastas should do. I also had a good vision of what was happening throughout. I DEFINITELY reccomend this as a starter pasta. It’s amazing.
This is a great creepy pasta, apart from Autopilot (which you should check out) this is definitely my favourite pasta for a long time to come
Someone mentioned a question on this I think – INRI was the sign posted by Pilate over Jesus’ head and stands for Iesus Nazarenus Rex Ivdaeorum; Latin for “Jesus King of the Jews”.
A fun story. I love these pastas using old bizarre television shows as a context for creepy. A lot of the children’s shows back in the day were at LEAST as creepy as Mr. Bear.
Everything I can say – talented, very talented)
I am only 12 but i love creepypasta i was born in 2005 6 years after this but i remeber hearing storys of this and it scared the sheznit outtta me and it still kinda scares me to think that there are preatetors think him out there who havent been caught yet on creepypasta you read scary storys about monsters and demons but i think the scariest thing is being raped i mean both genders can he raped and it is horrable either way but as girls it is a horrible thing to imagine being groped and having someone touch you unwantingly that is the scariest thing
Long, scary stories. Just my favorite type.
Is it bad I kinda wanna watch those tapes
Best creepypasta I’ve ever read. And I’m not usually good on focusing on reading big storied but it left me hungry for more. I could read a whole book about it, I can’t get enough and yet each chapter endings could be the final one and the story would still be good. Each updates doesn’t ruin the story, it adds enough details to leave you wanting more. I could go on and on. Everything was perfect from the amount of describing, to creepyness, everything is perctly dosed. I’m usually more of a fan of vague ending or conclusion but even tho you’re aware of what is happening you keep wondering. I can’t stretch enough how much I enjoyed it. It mades me want to read again, even tho I don’t like to read books.
i thought this story was very good. i wish there was more to the tapes but it was good.
That moment when you realize you’ve actually been involved/heard about worse things this…
So I browse both this site and creepypasta wikia and i have read this story on both and its is a very delicious spooky noodle if i do say so myself on creepypasta wikia its titled Mr.Bear I do believe
For those complaining about a story without a conclusion, there is one, you just need to read very cautiously.
In the update from the 01/16/14 Elliot is reporting about the 4th tape being actually available, after his blog was being hacked, by what seems to be an imposer, but if you read very careful you can see the headline of the intruders post saying “INRI”, something that appears in the report of the 4th tape after the blog has been hacked, so the only people who could’ve known about “INRI” are infact Mr Bear and the police officers that have seen the tape which could be possibly the same. It’s an open end that allows speculation but it’s an actual end and I presonally think the author has made a wise choice.
For those complaining about a story without a conclusion, there is one, you just need to read very cautiously.
In the end of the update from the 01/16/14 Elliot is reporting about the 4th tape being actually available. After that update his blog has been compromised with that weird “poem” from Mr. Bear or what seem to be an imposer of him, but if you read it very carefully you will see that the Headline of it says “INRI”, which is being mentioned in the last update with the report about the 4th tape, so who ever left that Post on his Blog knew about the 4th tapes content, who can only be Mr. Bear and the police officers who have viewed the tape, which might be actually the same but thats just speculation.
It’s an open end but whoever Mr. Bear is definetly had an eye on Elliott and his blog and then the Blog just ends, no more entries, I don’t feel the need to explain more to you.
This is one of my favorites. Nothing scares like reality. Well done. Very well done.
One of my favorite creepypastas! The ONLY downside is that it is so long. This is also one of the creepiest creepypastas that I ever read. (Well, listened to since I never read it, but I listened to someone narrate in on YouTube) I also really like the part where
One of my favorite creepypastas! The ONLY downside is that it is so long. This is also one of the creepiest creepypastas that I ever read. (Well, listened to since I never read it, but I listened to someone narrate in on YouTube) I also really like the part where
I really found that disturbing and creepy. And the fact that this creepypasta is so realistic and can definitely happen. I often wonder if this is real.
Also, when I heard the show about hand puppets called Booby, that made me think about the show “Ooby”, and that just added to the awesomeness of this piece of art.
This is not just a creepypasta, this is art!