Dec. 15th, 2017

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It's Friday, Eerie fans, and it's a great time to look back on all the sweet fanworks you've created over the years. Why not revisit some sweet artwork, admire someone's crafting efforts or leave an appreciative comment on an uploaded video?
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Kids TV shows, like books for children, should be positive, upbeat, and happy, right? They should leave their young viewers with a smile on their faces and maybe impart a little education along the way. What they shouldn’t do is cause nightmares and emotional trauma. We should all be able to agree on that.

That’s what makes it surprising – not to say disturbing – that it was pretty easy to come up with a list of children’s shows that undoubtedly left a trail of PTSD-afflicted kids in their wake. Sometimes, it seems like the creative team of a show somehow deluded themselves into thinking that certain characters were cute, when they were actually horrifying. We’re not sure how it happens, but we’ve got the evidence. There are TV shows for kids that are meant to be scary, but sometimes, the creators go over the top in their quest for thrills and chills. A good ghost story shouldn’t haunt your dreams decades later.

Here’s our list of 15 kids TV shows that, over the decades, have left generations of scarred children who grew up into the adults who gave us the messed up world we have today. Coincidence? Maybe not.

10: Eerie, Indiana

Director Joe Dante had already made Gremlins and The Howling when he took on Eerie, Indiana, a live action kid’s show about Marshall Teller, a teen who moves from New Jersey to the appropriately named Eerie, Indiana. Eerie is a small town with the ominous population of 16,661 and a problem with ghosts, mysterious deaths, and other supernatural weirdness. The show’s genius was to have the very ordinariness of a small town serve as the backdrop for all the bizarro stuff like kids who sleep in plastic containers and ghosts in the library. From glasses that turned people into zombies to battling the menacing ghost of an old bank robber, the series was inventive and well written — and most of all, scary AF. It lasted only one season, but has haunted our dreams ever since.
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Prequel to "Parking".

Marshall Teller stepped out of the run-down apartment building, letting the heavy fire door swing close behind him. His breath plumed in the frosty air and he dug in his coat pocket for his car keys, trudging down a garden path gone slick with ice.

He stopped at the sidewalk and looked around.

"No," he said, his tone one of rapidly dawning horror. "No, no, no."

A little girl in pigtails and black patent Mary Janes too light for the weather looked up at him.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked.

"Somebody stole my car!" Marshall almost shouted. He took a deep breath, feeling the cold air scour his lungs, and forced himself to lower his voice.

"Have you seen it?" he asked. "It was parked right where you're standing. It's red with an "I Brake For Cryptids" bumper sticker and..." He trailed off, noting the black and yellow Bigfoot silhouette on the girl's candy-apple sweater.

"Oh no," he said.

"Oh yes," said his car, beaming up at him with a mouthful of headlight-bright milk teeth. "I thought you might be upset about your vehicle achieving full sentience, so I took a form your human brain can comprehend."

"I'm pretty sure the human brain can comprehend cars," said Marshall.

The car shook her human head, white-blonde hair whipping wildly about her round, rosy cheeks.

"Not talking ones," she said. "Not without going insane and dying from the sheer mind-destroying shock of it."

"No," said Marshall. "We're actually pretty okay with talking cars."

The car looked worried.

"I think you might have gone insane already," she said. She mounted the curb, her knees shrieking like an axle being dragged over asphalt. Marshall flinched back.

"It's okay," said the car, reaching for his hand. "This happened with Hasslehoff too."

Marshall started screaming.

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Look what finally arrived!

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(on a related note, oh my God fuck Spirit Halloween/Spencer Gifts online store. I ordered these in September!)
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"Did you do that?" asked Marshall, pointing at the jackalope with fairy lights wrapped around his antlers.

Simon shook his head.

Marshall looked sceptical.

"Really," Simon insisted. "Jackalopes aren't usually very festive, and they're stubborn. The few people who've tried to force a jackalope into a Christmas jumper never lived to tell about it."

They watched as the jackalope made it's lazy, hopping way across the dried-up winter grass at the edge of the road. It wriggled beneath a struggling clump of bushes, disappearing into the gloom beneath the branches. For a few seconds, the dark interior washed green and red as the lights continued to blink. Eventually, they too faded from view.

"Huh," said Marshall.

"I'm kinda hurt," said Simon, staring at the spot where the jackalope had vanished. "Last year I made them a really nice wreath, full of green onions and clover and dried meadow grass, and they never even touched it. Now they're suddenly full of the holiday spirit, fairy lights and all?"

Marshall gnawed at his lower lip, his expression fretful.

"I don't like it," he said. "Suddenly there's someone besides you that can get Eerie's wildlife to play dress-up? And not just the tamer ones like the black shucks and the night mares, or the ones like the ghost-pirates who would do it anyway, but the really dangerous stuff like the wolpertingers and the-"

His voice trailed off abruptly, and he grabbed Simon's arm, gasping.

A unicorn walked by, it's long mane thick with tinsel streamers. On the very tip of it's horn, a glittering angel doll dangled at a slightly lopsided angle. The thick opalescent spur had pierced the doll through the satiny white fabric of it's robes, and the deadly point gleamed where it emerged from the angel's chest.

"Syndi," Marshall hissed.

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"Hey," said Simon, not looking up from the stack of blood-splattered mail in his hand.

"Hey," Marshall replied, heading straight to the coffee pot and pouring himself a cup. "Anything interesting?"

Simon held up a padded envelope in pearlescent pink. Their address had been written in a familiar hand.

"Looks like Syndi sent us something," he said. "Mind if I open it?"

"Go ahead," said Mars, lowering himself into the least-wobbly kitchen chair.

Simon gave the envelope an exploratory squeeze. His face brightened.

"There's something in it," he said, tearing the top off. Marshall saw what was about to happen and opened his mouth to warn his friend but he was too late. Simon upended the package over the kitchen table, and a stream of multi-coloured confetti fluttered down, settling in his breakfast cereal.

"Oops," said Simon, crestfallen. "Sorry, Mars."

"Don't worry about it," Marshall reassured him. "She always does it, I guess it's a Ladies thing? Syndi told me they colour-code the glitter so they can warn people of incoming danger without tipping off anyone who might be intercepting their post."

"Oh," said Simon, scooping up drifts of milk-sodden paper hearts with his spoon. "So, what does gold, pink and a similar but subtly different shade of pink mean?"

Marshall stood up so fast his chair toppled backwards behind him.

"We need to get dressed and head into town right away," he said, staring at the wet glitter. "Depending on what shade of pink this was before it got soaked, either there is a Goblin Market snatching kids, or Syndi's pregnant and wants us to be at her baby shower."

Simon stood too, pulling his coat from the back of his chair.

"Either way," he said. "It looks like you and I are headed to Bed, Bath and Beyond."

Marshall nodded.

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