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If you've ever seen the Eerie Indiana tie-in books, you might have noticed the website advertised in the back pages: EerieIN.com

Surprising nobody, twenty years later this website no longer exists. However, parts of it are archived at the WayBack Machine.

Sadly, the snapshots from 1999 just show a white page with a parent directory, so we'll never get to see what frames-and-flash masterpiece was originally used to promote Eerie.

However, in 2001 an Eerie Indiana fan named MariaC bought the domain and turned it into the Eerie Examiner:

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If you've ever seen the Eerie Indiana tie-in books, you might have noticed the website advertised in the back pages: EerieIN.com

Surprising nobody, twenty years later this website no longer exists. However, parts of it are archived at the WayBack Machine.

Sadly, the snapshots from 1999 just show a white page with a parent directory, so we'll never get to see what frames-and-flash masterpiece was originally used to promote Eerie.

However, in 2001 an Eerie Indiana fan named MariaC bought the domain and turned it into the Eerie Examiner:

Welcome to The EERIE EXAMINER.

Please be sure to check out our reporters latest stories on the left.

Feel free to e-mail us, or any of our agents at Eerie Examiner:

Please Note:This is a fan site. It is no longer run by the people at the Eerie Indiana TV Series.

Maria C, Editor
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If you've ever seen the Eerie Indiana tie-in books, you might have noticed the website advertised in the back pages: EerieIN.com

Surprising nobody, twenty years later this website no longer exists. However, parts of it are archived at the WayBack Machine.

Sadly, the snapshots from 1999 just show a white page with a parent directory, so we'll never get to see what frames-and-flash masterpiece was originally used to promote Eerie.

However, in 2001 an Eerie Indiana fan named MariaC bought the domain and turned it into the Eerie Examiner:



THE RIVER WILD (Let them eat fish Part 2)

Written by: Maria C. Copyright 2000 Maria C. and eeriein.com

It has been just over a week since the opening of Eerie's new fish farm, Spliced-Gene Salmon City, and already the enterprise has run into difficulties. The farm which takes advantage of recently developed genetic engineering techniques to produce vast quantities of "Super Salmon" at low prices, is under suspicion of causing some recently noted environmental disturbances down-river from its site. What, just one week ago, seemed to have been the best thing to happen to Eerie in a long time, is now facing serious accusations.

Locals living on a calm stretch of river down from the farm have reported an unnatural phosphorescence in the water:

"The river in this part glows at night. I'm sure it never did that before. Well, not since the time Eerie had that prototype nuclear power station, anyway," remarked local resident, Mr Coles.

His wife also made her opinion on the matter known:

"It's not so much that it glows… that's kind of pretty, in a way. And so useful when I'm digging, you know, at night…"

Digging?

"Er… yes, for my, er, flowers. Yes! Flowers! That's it."

Yes, of course. Flowers. We asked her to continue:

"Like I was saying, it's not so much the fact that the water glows, I'm mothat the water glows, I'm more worried about the things you see just walking about. Like that there, can you see it?"

Yes, indeed, the creature was most visible. It's hard to miss a confused looking three-legged purple salmon wandering about on the banks of an otherwise normal-looking river.

We spoke to Mr Gower, owner of the fish farm under suspicion, who's methods disposing of all the waste materials and failed experiments involved habitually dumping them in the river. This process was approved by Eerie officials, but it is now possible that it may have caused some unforeseen environmental effects. Here is what he had to say:

"It ain't proven that its anything to do with my farm. My procedures are totally safe, and I ain't got nothing to do with it, I tell you!"

This was all Mr Gower would tell us, so the Eerie Examiner tried to speak to the mayor, Mr Chisel. Unfortunately, he was unavailable for comment.

As our readers know, it is the Eerie Examiner's prime objective to probe for the truth in any case, so we sought the counsel of a leading authority in the fields of environmental biology and genetic modification. Professor E. Gore, lately moved here from Transylvania in Eastern Europe, examined the recently present flora and fauna to be found in the river. He remarked:

"Hmmm… yes, this is indeed highly irregular. I have never seregular. I have never seen so many and varied genetic anomalies all in one place before! It's fascinating!"

When asked if he could perhaps suggest a possible cause of the observed phenomena, he explained:

"Well, what we seem to have here is some kind of primordial soup, out of which life is evolving at an incredible rate.

Scientists have never been able to recreate anything like this from scratch, although if the process was given a helping hand, say, some raw genetic material, that kind of thing, it would still be unlikely, but maybe possible. I seem to remember an electrical storm a few days ago… it is possible that may have kick-started it all."

What about the fully-formed mutations? Those strange fish/human/amphibian hybrids? We caught one and took it to Mr Gower. When asked if it looked familiar, this is what he said:

"Well, sure! That's one of mine, alright, but he didn't work out. I had to dump him with the other critters I made - but it's all legal! The Eerie Department of Health said it was OK."

So it seems the farm is fully within it's rights to dump and continue dumping all of its laboratory (in this case, Mr Gower's kitchen) waste into the river. We asked Professor E. Gore if this held any danger for the people of Eerie, Indiana.

"The creatures inhabiting the river at the moment, whether created by Mr Gower directly, or indirectly, or whether evolved from the materials available in the water, are not actually dangerous as such. The real danger is in whether they evolve further to pose a threat to human life, or if the water becomes toxic. As for the river's strange luminescence, although I couldn't identify the origin of that without further, more advanced experimentation, it does not seem to be a cause for concern. However, I will look into the whole matter in more depth and make a report available."

For the time being, the river has been announced safe and Spliced-Gene Salmon City will continue trading as normal. However, there was still the matter of the new life inhabiting the river. Luckily, in the best Eerie tradition, an elegant solution to this problem has been found. We spoke to Mr Radford, proprietor of The World O' Stuff - Eerie's answer to any conceivable consumer requirement:

"The World O' Stuff will any day now have a new section: Unusual Pets,"

He told us, pausing in the act of fishing another of the strange little animals out of the river and into a large bucket.

"Everyone's unique! And they're at a good price, too!"

We left him to his fishing net and business dreams.

Whatever the future may hold for Mr Gower and his farm, the inhabitants of Eerie, Indiana are for the time being safe from being attacked in their beds by mutated monheir beds by mutated monstrosities. Only time will tell if mother nature will seek her revenge, or if Eerie will become the economic centre of America, or if The World O' Stuff's new pet department will succeed.

Rest assured, however, that The Eerie Examiner will continue to bring you the latest news concerning this and other stories as and when they break, and that the results of Professor E. Gore's report will be fully publicised as soon as they are made available.

If you have any tales youd like Miss. C to investigate, you can contact her at the Eerie Examiner

Maria C
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If you've ever seen the Eerie Indiana tie-in books, you might have noticed the website advertised in the back pages: EerieIN.com

Surprising nobody, twenty years later this website no longer exists. However, parts of it are archived at the WayBack Machine.

Sadly, the snapshots from 1999 just show a white page with a parent directory, so we'll never get to see what frames-and-flash masterpiece was originally used to promote Eerie.

However, in 2001 an Eerie Indiana fan named MariaC bought the domain and turned it into the Eerie Examiner:



LET THEM EAT FISH

Written by: Maria C. Copyright 2000 Maria C. and eeriein.com

Eerie's flagging economy may be in for a new lease of life, following the opening of a new salmon farm… with a twist.

This week, Spliced Gene Salmon City opened its doors to the public and will represent a low-cost, high-quality source of seafood for all Eerie's inhabitants.

The secret of the farm's success? Genetic engineering! In Eerie, legislation concerning the lately developed gene manipulation techniques is still slightly unclear and not as prohibitive as in the rest of America. The owner of the farm, Charlie Gower, saw the advantages which this loophole could offer Eerie.

The Examiner interviewed Mr Gower at the grand opening of his new enterprise about how the business got started:

"Well, I was at the World O' Stuff about two months ago doing my shopping. I was looking to buy some Spam for my dinner and all, when I noticed a box on the shelf next to the tinned foods section. It turned out to be a Home Cloning Beginners' Outfit by some company called Frankenstein, inc. It was for sale, so I picked it up. The thing was that Betsy, my goldfish, wasn't very well and I figured I could use the kit to make her better. Or clone her, or something.

"I started, y'know, experimenting, with the kit at herimenting, with the kit at home until I thought I had found a cure for Betsy. I scraped what had grown on the petri-dish
into her tank and left it overnight. The next morning, there she was, seven inches bigger, and looking a whole lot happier.

"I figured I could to the same to salmon and other fish, so people in this town could have a'plenty of good cheap fish. Y'know, the oils fish contain can be mighty beneficial. It's brain food, so they say."

A'plenty is no overstatement. With the salmon's DNA altered to make the species grow four times faster and reach a mass three times that of the average salmon on half the food intake, the newly introduced species is in plentiful supply in Eerie and available at incredibly low prices.

Mr Chisel, the Mayor of Eerie , opened the event and gave the Eerie Examiner the following statement:

"I'm delighted at what our good citizen, Mr Gower, has achieved. The people of Eerie are sure to benefit from what I, as their mayor, have brought them. That is, good food at a low price and a tourist economy which I'm sure will exist as soon as news of this gets out. Heck, why stop at fish, I say! Today salmon, tomorrow… well, the possibilities are
limitless! Yes, this will put our little hometown on the map for sure! And when the government come to beg us to sell them our secrets, I…er, Eerie… wits, I…er, Eerie… will be rich! A superpower!"

When Mr Gower was further questioned on his methods and procedures, it aspired that the environmental impact of his project would be minimal. He informed us on his waste disposal policy:

"Well, at the end of each new batch, there's always stuff that needs getting rid of, you know, left over DNA, waste chemicals, genetic freaks and such. I find most of it can be quickly and cleanly disposed of by chucking it in the river, yonder."

So it looks like it's good news for Eerie. Many locals turned up at the event to listen to the inauguration speeches made by Mr Gower and the Mayor, and also to take advantage of the free salmon products available for the day.

Here are some opinions on the new fish farm given by the citizens themselves:

"I think it's a mighty fine idea. I just can't wait to get my teeth into a li'l ol' salmon burger."
Mr E. Presely

"Well, I think that if the science and apparatus design is sound, I see no reason why the venture shouldn't work out. I wish Mr Gower every success."
Mr. E. Teller

"Thank you, sir, move along now. Nothing to see here."
Deputy Sheriff

"I think it's wonderful. I can't wait to write in to the foreverware cookery newsletter with a whole range of delicious new salmon recipe ideas to share wlmon recipe ideas to share with the rest of our foreverware family!"
Ms. W. Swanson

"No comment. I didn't do it."
Some weird grey-haired kid

"Look at this water sample we collected from down river! It glows! And you know what else - ?"
Marshall Teller, just before the mayor interrupted with "…run along now, there's a good kid. They have such vivid imaginations, don't they?"

Well, it would seem that Eerie is now at the fore-front of salmon farming techniques, genetic engineering developments and on the brink of global fame. One thing Eerie inhabitants can be sure of, however, is that they can be sure to continue their quiet lives in this normal, all-American little town. To quote Mr Chisel's comments at the grand opening:

"Although these recent developments are sure to signal a new chapter in the history of Eerie, I can safely say that the town itself will not be changed from the wholesome community we know it as. I will do my best in keeping everything exactly as it is, and exactly as we like it - normal."

Written by: Maria C. Head Reporter for the Eerie Examiner

If you have any tales youd like Miss. C to investigate, you can contact her at the Eerie Examiner Maria
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If you've ever seen the Eerie Indiana tie-in books, you might have noticed the website advertised in the back pages: EerieIN.com

Surprising nobody, twenty years later this website no longer exists. However, parts of it are archived at the WayBack Machine.

Sadly, the snapshots from 1999 just show a white page with a parent directory, so we'll never get to see what frames-and-flash masterpiece was originally used to promote Eerie.

However, in 2001 an Eerie Indiana fan named MariaC bought the domain and turned it into the Eerie Examiner:



ANNUAL RAVEN EVENT TAKES PLACE

Written by: Maria C. Copyright 2000 Maria C. and eeriein.com

Yesterday, an important event in Eerie's social calendar took place. Outside the World O' Stuff, locals gathered to watch the 56th annual Eerie Raven Show, where the bird owning citizens could display their pets in competition with each other, in order to win the prestigious Best in Show award. The judges looked for plumage (blackest and glossiest), size, most ominous croak and highest intelligence. The latter was judged by putting the ravens through a series of tests, including the ever popular eyeball retrieval task.

The Best in Show award went to Mrs Laura Sykes, for her magnificent raven, Perky. Mrs Sykes gave the Eerie Examiner the following statement after collecting her prize, the much coveted Eerie Raven Show Trophy.

"I'm just so proud of my little Perky!"

she enthused,

"I found him when he was just a little hatchling, five years ago. I brought him into my home and treated him as if he was my own. I did my best to raise him well, and knowing that all those years of training him have paid off is just fantastic! I can't tell you how happy I am!"

Although Mrs Sykes is obviously overjoyed at her and Perky's achievement, not everyone is so pleased at the outcome of this year's event. We spoke to year's event. We spoke to the 4 times champion, Mr Goodyear, who this year came runner up with his raven, Mordred.

"I can't believe it! This is the first time in five years that Mordred and I have come second! I don't agree with the judges decision - Mordred is quite obviously the better bird, anyone can see that. I think the vote was rigged. I demand the judges reconsider!"

Well, somebody's obviously taking the defeat a little hard. In any case, the judges decision is final. Here is what the chairperson of the judges panel had to say on the matter:

"I am sorry if Mr Goodyear is disappointed with the result of the Eerie Raven Show, but on this occasion it was felt that Perky deserved the prize for best in show. Mordred is a fine bird, and did in fact take the runners up prize. I'm sure that next year, Mr Goodyear will enter him again; maybe he will have better luck next time."

VICIOUS VULTURE VENTS VENOM AT VENUE

Ravens were not the only birds to have a chance of entering the show, with special categories for other carrion birds. Vulture owners came to the show in the hope of carrying off the first prize in this category. However, before any decision could be reached on the judge's part, one of the large scavenger birds broke loose and attacked a member of the crowd. In the confusion that ensued, several other vultures escaped the restraints escaped the restraints of their masters and wreaked havoc amongst the spectators and participants alike.

We spoke to Miss Trent, the owner of Vinnie - the vulture who began the chaos:

"Vinnie's usually such a gentle bird! He's just a bit excitable, that's all. He really didn't mean to cause any harm - he was just playing!"

Once the injured had been transferred to the Eerie Hospital, any errant vultures rounded up, and Miss Trent and her bird led away to explain it to the police department, the event got back under way.

MR JORDAN SPEAKS

At the end of the event, Mr Jordan, head of The Eerie Carrion Bird Society, made a short speech of thanks:

"Fellow people of Eerie; I want to thank you all for participating in this most great Eerie tradition. It has given me great pleasure in seeing that the status of the raven in this town of ours is as strong today as it has ever been, and I look forward to having the honour of attending many more Eerie Raven Shows in the future. God bless you all."

If any readers are interested in knowing more about the Eerie Carrion Bird Society, or would like any information concerning the ownership of ravens, crows, vultures, etc., details of the society will be posted outside the Eerie Chamber of Commerce along with full details of winners and runners up at this year's Eerie Raven Show.

Write Raven Show.

Written by: Maria C. Head Reporter for the Eerie Examiner

If you have any tales youd like Miss. C to investigate, you can contact her at the Eerie Examiner,

Maria C
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If you've ever seen the Eerie Indiana tie-in books, you might have noticed the website advertised in the back pages: EerieIN.com

Surprising nobody, twenty years later this website no longer exists. However, parts of it are archived at the WayBack Machine.

Sadly, the snapshots from 1999 just show a white page with a parent directory, so we'll never get to see what frames-and-flash masterpiece was originally used to promote Eerie.

However, in 2001 an Eerie Indiana fan named MariaC bought the domain and turned it into the Eerie Examiner:



BROTHERHOOD LOOKS FOR MEMBERS IN EERIE

Written by: Maria C.

Copyright 2000 Maria C. and eeriein.com

This week will see the beginning of the recruiting season for Eerie based religion, the Brotherhood of Norm. The Brotherhood established itself 70 years ago, in Eerie, Indiana and believes in the worship of normality and order for the purpose of achieving enlightenment. This religion has an ideal home in Eerie, the town being, statistically, the most normal in the world.

The Eerie Examiner spoke to the Reverend John Smith, the leader of the Brotherhood of Norm, about his religion and beliefs:

"Well, my child, in our order, we pursue and venerate the average. Logic and normality are what we are put on this planet to seek. You may have noticed that the Earth is a messy, chaotic place, full of disorder and strange, inexplicable happenings. We want to fight this, using our will to make the world a more uniform place, and our souls more homogeneous as a result. Only then can we be perfect."

We wanted to know more, so we asked him to tell us about the recruiting season and what being a member of the fraternity could mean to the average (and is there any other kind?) Eerie citizen:

"Every seven years, we welcome new members into our brotherhood, provided, of course, that they prove suitable candidates.

The novices are taken into our society and tutored in the art of normality. As they progress up through the ranks of the order, they are taken to higher levels of understanding of the average and become increasingly holy as a result. We feel that in Eerie, there is much suitable 'raw material' for us to work with. Allow me to show you some figures."

After he'd finished showing his various charts and graphs proving that Eerie and its citizens are as normal as they come, we felt it was our duty to ask Rev. Smith, how can someone go about applying for entry into the Brotherhood, and how would they "prove a suitable candidate"?

"If one were interested in entering our fraternity, they could come along to our house at the appointed time, bringing with them $666 - purely for administration purposes, you understand. Running a religion is not cheap, and the costs of recruiting are high.

"Each potential member should also bring a small sacrifice. Say, a goat, or something.

"Then, the applicants are put through a series of tests, to ensure that they are not too strange to be a Brother of Norm. As I have already made clear, strange is not welcome.

"The remaining applicants are then enrolled on a provisional basis and put through a number of initiation trials. Those who succeed are welcomed into our sect as novices."

What do the initiation trials consist of?

"Ah, that is top secret. No outsider can know."

Do many people fail the initiation trials?

"Sadly, yes. Our brotherhood is very elite. Only the most normal may be admitted. I'm afraid that not many people make the grade, as it were. To be a Brother of Norm, one must be average in the extreme, learned, and handy with a knife - for the sacrifices."

What do you say to those who accuse the Brotherhood of being a cult?

"A cult?! Goodness, no! Cults are for fanatic weirdoes! Strange, unlawful things go on in cults. We are a legitimate religious denomination, free from the strange and mysterious practices of cults."

We at the Eerie Examiner decided to contact those who had failed the initiation tests, to find out what we could about them.

Looking at the recruitment records from seven years ago, it aspired that twelve people did
not pass the trials. However, not one of those people was present in Eerie today. We tried to speak to the families of those people, but they all refused to comment.

Presuming them to be in Spain, we spoke instead to the town's mayor, Mr Chisel, to ask his opinion on Eerie's own religious sect:

"The Brotherhood of Norm? Well, I guess they're harmless enough. Of course, I'm fully in favour of what they do for the town itself, keeping it town itself, keeping it nice and normal. Lots of our citizens want to be in that… what do you call it?…cult?"

I didn't think they'd like to hear it called that. "Cults are for weirdoes", after all. It's a "legitimate religious denomination", I informed him.

"Yeah, well, whatever. Lots of people in Eerie want to join. If that means they have to live nice, clean lives, then I'm all in favour, of course."

So, it would seem that all those who wish to lead an existence dedicated to purging the world of chaos and unpredictability need look no further that number 13 Driew Hill, Eerie, where the Brotherhood has it's house. It is in the grounds of the house that any potential member can pick up a prospectus and make an appointment to undertake the initial tests. It must be stressed that all applicants have to pay the $666 administration fee and bring a suitable sacrifice, as outlined by the Reverend Smith earlier, when they attend their appointment.

As the Eerie Examiner is a paper for the people, by the people, we decided to take an opinion poll and ask some townsfolk what they thought about the religion. We stood outside the World O' Stuff for a whole Saturday, stopping passers-by to ask them to tick a box. Of the few who would stop and find out what we wanted,

45% of Eerie citizens polled were "very interested" in becoming a member of the sect ana member of the sect and were already looking at the price of blue robes - the Brotherhood's uniform - and in the process of buying a goat.

30% of those questioned thought they'd "like to know more about the religion with the possibility of joining"

24% "cannot join the Brotherhood of Norm for various reasons" which are outlined below

45% of the above cannot leave work to join a religious order.
28% of the above cannot leave their families to join a religious order.
27% of the above cannot afford the $666 + sacrifice + robes cost of joining

3% of the people we asked "are not interested in joining the Brotherhood of norm".

Of this three percent, one was a certain Mr M. Teller, who made his opinions quite clear:

"I'm not joining some weird cult!"

We were about to point out that, according to Rev. Smith, it's a legitimate religious denomination, but he went on before we could make the distinction. Our apologies to Rev. Smith.

"They want to make everyone the same and use really bizarre ways of doing it! And what happened to those who didn't make it past the initiation tests last time?! No way, I'm not having anything to do with it!"

His small friend was of much the same opinion.

However, there were plenty of people who felt differently. Mrs D. Stanson and her husband had just emerged from the World O' Stuff, , carrying an unidentifiable creature recently bought from the new Unusual Pets department of the store. We stopped the couple to ask what they thought:

"Oh, I can't wait to make an appointment!"

Said Mrs Stanson

"I really hope my husband and I are good enough! In fact, we we've been shopping for a small blood sacrifice. The farm near where we live is fresh out of goats, so we may have to go out of town."

With that they hurried off in search of a suitable quadruped.

The recruiting season is open until the end of next month, and anyone is welcome to apply. For more information, go along to 13 Driew Hill between the hours of 9am and 6pm to obtain some of the Brotherhood's literature and perhaps take the opportunity
to talk to the brothers in attendance.
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If you've ever seen the Eerie Indiana tie-in books, you might have noticed the website advertised in the back pages: EerieIN.com

Surprising nobody, twenty years later this website no longer exists. However, parts of it are archived at the WayBack Machine.

Sadly, the snapshots from 1999 just show a white page with a parent directory, so we'll never get to see what frames-and-flash masterpiece was originally used to promote Eerie.

However, in 2001 an Eerie Indiana fan named MariaC bought the domain and turned it into the Eerie Examiner:



SEWER MONSTER SUFFERS INDIGESTION

Copywrite 2000 Maria C. and Eeriein.com

This past week, reports have been flooding in from all over Eerie of a variety of disturbances - most commonly strange noises and tremors which seem to originate from deep underground. Worried citizens have been calling the police department with such reports, demanding to know what is happening.

The Eerie Examiner got in contact two days ago in with Eerie officials concerning the odd goings on, in a bid to keep the people informed. It transpired that these occurrences are environmental in nature and, indeed, are of subterranean origin. We were also told that there is no immediate cause for concern.

The Examiner asked Professor E. Gore, a talented environmental biologist, if he would explain to our readership what is happening:

"Since its very beginnings as a town centuries ago, Eerie has been living in a unique symbiosis with an organism known to exist in no other part of the world. This creature currently resides underground and lives off the household waste generated by the community, thereby keeping this town clean and free from rubbish and other refuse, in return for a constant supply of food and a safe existence beneath the streets of Eerie.

"This happy relationship between the town and the creature has up until now been extrs up until now been extremely uneventful. However, recently the townsfolk have angered it."

Angered it? I asked the Professor how this happened, and what could be done.

"I cannot be sure why it is angry and, until that has been established, I cannot suggest an appropriate course of action. But I am quite sure about one thing: unless we do something soon, the creature will continue to become more and more restless and may even cause some damage. Eventually it may rise up from its underground lair and cause untold chaos before leaving Eerie altogether. When the town finally recovers from this, we will be left without any way of getting rid of our trash - Eerie is completely dependant on the creature for all its domestic waste disposal."

Yesterday, an emergency meeting was called between prominent citizens of Eerie in order to establish the risks and find a possible solution. The mayor of Eerie, Mr Chisel, the proprietor of the World O' Stuff, Mr Radford, Mr E. Presely and Mr Chaney met with Professor E. Gore to discuss the present situation. The Examiner was invited to attend the assemblage at the World O' Stuff which took place in the very early hours of the morning, before the store opened.

Professor E. Gore had time the day before the meeting to gather more information on the creature from Eerie records, and was able to trace the disturbances backce the disturbances back to a particular point. At the meeting, he shared his findings with the rest of those concerned:

"The creature is said to be very large, estimated to be around 50 feet across. Of course, this may not be entirely accurate. The records go back a long time… in fact, it is entirely possible that it has grown since then. It is also documented that it is octopus-like in appearance, only with more tentacles, and that it is pale blue in colour. That, and that it feeds off household waste, is all I can find out at such short notice. I have also been able to trace the seismic activity caused by the creature's movements using earthquake equipment from Eerie University. It seems that the tremors originate from manhole #666, right at the geographical centre of Eerie."

Mr Chisel was understandably worried:

"50 feet? Is that with tentacles?"

"Oh, no. That's just the body. The tentacles are much longer."

Mr Chisel, always concerned for the well-being of his town, felt the following questions needed to be asked:

"So, if this monster was to come up into Eerie, it would probably do a lot of damage?"

"Incalculable damage. And of course, afterwards, Eerie would have no means of disposing of its garbage."

"But that would mean having to rebuild the town! With a sewage system! And waste disposal! The taxes would havesal! The taxes would have to go up… I might not get re-elected!"

by this time, Mayor Chisel was a desperate man.

"We have to do something! Why is it angry? What does it want? Money? Human sacrifice? Chaney! Come on, lets see what we can do for Mr Sewer Monster, sir."

The Professor tried to calm things:

"Now, Mayor. Lets remain calm. There's no need for any of that. I think it's just a question of diet."

"What, like food, you mean?" said Mr Presely

"Sort of. The creature eats all the usual stuff that families throw out. That's where the trucks take it all, to the big fenced-off pit on the outskirts of Eerie. It reaches the creature by that route. I think people have been putting things they shouldn't be in their bins. Stuff that needs special disposal, or incineration."

"But I thought that people threw out all kinds of junk they aren't meant to all the time…"

said Mr Radford.

"Yes, they do. The creature can tolerate certain amounts, but recently, people must have been doing it more than usual."

The meeting was adjourned so that Professor E. Gore could do some more research, and so that Mayor Chisel could go and have a lie down.

The Eerie Examiner took to the streets of Eerie in the hope of gaining an insight into public opinion, and maybe to find out a bit more about what has been going on. I came across one very worried looking local, busy boarding up the windows of his house. His family and belongings were waiting in the car with the engine running. When asked what he was doing, he replied:

"I'm getting out of here! Haven't you heard? The monster is angry! I'm getting away before it starts running loose… didn't you ever see Godzilla?

The Examiner felt it had to point out that the whole Godzilla incident occurred under different circumstances, but he had jumped into his car and was gone in a screech of tyres before anything else could be said. Just then another tremor shook the ground. After what Prof. E. Gore had said, the hospital was my next stop.

I spoke to the care taker at the Eerie Hospital about the policy regarding waste disposal:

"Well, usually, all the hazardous stuff gets put in the big incinerator,"

He told me, indicating a large chimney across the yard:

"Stuff like needles, swabs, operation left-over bits, unused medicine, tubing, anything infected… all those kinds of things. But sometimes, it's easier to just stick it in the bin with all the reg'lar trash, you know? Instead of stoking up the incinerator. I mean, I don't suppose it makes any difference. The monster eats anything, right?"

The Eerie Examiner felt it had found at least one cause for the Sewer one cause for the Sewer Monster's wrath. I thanked the care-taker, but advised him to get the incinerator fired up.

By early afternoon, the tremors were getting stronger and stronger. In the absence of Professor E. Gore, the Examiner decided to forgo all thoughts of personal safety and to take up station near manhole #666, in case the creature decided to make itself seen. However, as soon as I got there, it turned out that someone else had had that same idea.

I approached the small figure keeping guard over the manhole from behind a dumpster. The grey-haired young man was holding a camera and eyeing me suspiciously. I asked him if he was looking for the Sewer Monster.

"Yeah. Manhole #666, right? Well, this baby's mine, so if your thinking of getting pictures of it, you'd better think again."

Ignoring the threat, I told him I was with the Eerie Examiner and wanted to know how he knew that it's lair was located under manhole #666:

"Look, I don't talk to the press, OK? Unless you'd be interested in buying the exclusive pictures of the Sewer Monster I'm about to take… I bet Werd TV would pay big bucks for a photo of this octopus thing."

He said, grinning evilly and nodding in the direction of the manhole cover.

Just then another shock wave struck. The biggest one yet, it dislodged several bits from the nearby buildings. Mr Radford of the nearby World O' Stuff ran up accompanied by Prof. E. Gore and two more kids.

"It's just a matter of time!"

Yelled the Professor.

"We have to appease it, but I still don't know how!"

He shouted as he ran up. The smaller of the two kids with him addressed the strange photographer I'd just been talking to:

"Hey! What are you doing here?!"

It seemed that Mr Radford was also anxious to have a word with him:

"Hey! That's my camera! That went missing from my store this morning!"

Just before anyone could perform any acts of violence, a terrible noise came up from the metal cover in the middle of the quiet street. Everybody understood that now was not the time for settling scores. The older of the boys, one Marshall Teller, spoke up:

"Simon and me traced the earth quakes on a map of Eerie, right to this spot. And we think we know how to stop the monster from destroying Eerie!"

The younger one evidently called Simon handed an extremely ancient book over to Prof. E. Gore:

"We got it from the library,"

He said

"It tells you about the monster and how it should be fed!"

This was probably incredibly lucky, considering the rumbles coming up from under the street were getting more and more frequent.

"People have been feeding it the wrong stuff by throwing out all kinds of junk. Me and Simon went over to the pit this morning, you know what we found? Car batteries, old medicines - even half a bag of quick lime!"

As another subterranean blast shook the street, Prof. E. Gore made a decision:

"That one must have been the quick lime. It says here that to soothe the creature when it has indigestion - and I suppose this can probably be classed as indigestion - to feed it lots of normal stuff, like newspapers, peelings, wrapping…"

"I've got a load of that kind of thing out back at the World O' Stuff. We'd better get moving."

Suggested Mr Radford

"And you're coming too. And when you've helped us get out of this, you can give the camera back and I might not tell the sheriff."

He said, addressing the grey-haired kid who was in the process of sidling off towards a nearby narrow alley as nonchalantly as he dared. It turned out he had been lurking in the many shadows at the World O' Stuff that morning as we discussed the Sewer Monster situation. Seeing the potential for making some easy money, he 'borrowed' the camera. Certainly shows initiative.

An hour later, all the normal rubbish we could find had been thrown down the gaping abyss of the Monsters feeding pit, where questing tentacles will have come across the bounty and dragged it back toy and dragged it back to the lair underneath the cover of manhole #666.

Thus Eerie was put out of immediate danger, and Mayor Chisel saved from the prospect of not being re-elected. The mayor was unable to comment following the events, as he was still suffering from nervous exhaustion at the time of going to press.

Eerie citizens will be glad to know that the remaining tremors will get fainter as the Sewer Monster recovers from what must have been a very upset stomach. Tighter controls are now in operation and all garbage entering the pit is screened beforehand. Better facilities are in place for the disposal of dangerous materials, e.g. batteries, chemicals, fertilisers, medicines, etc. and the hospital has pledged to in future incinerate all hazardous refuse.

Readers of the Eerie Examiner are asked to bear the past week's events in mind when about to bin any item considered dangerous to the Sewer Monster's health. Look after the creature, and it will continue to look after us by providing us with cheap and clean garbage disposal, keeping our town safe and wholesome - the pride and envy of all Indiana.

By Maria. Head reporter for The Eerie Examiner.
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If you've ever seen the Eerie Indiana tie-in books, you might have noticed the website advertised in the back pages: EerieIN.com

Surprising nobody, twenty years later this website no longer exists. However, parts of it are archived at the WayBack Machine.

Sadly, the snapshots from 1999 just show a white page with a parent directory, so we'll never get to see what frames-and-flash masterpiece was originally used to promote Eerie.

However, in 2001 an Eerie Indiana fan named MariaC bought the domain and turned it into the Eerie Examiner:



EERIE-NET

Written by: Maria C. Copyright 2000 Maria C. and eeriein.com

Today the Eerie Examiner is reporting on the most recent craze to sweep through Eerie. Computer technology. A recent survey shows that on average 9 in 10 inhabitants possess a computer and use it regularly to "surf the web". Most worryingly, research reveals that many people are now buying goods via the Internet, rather than spending their money in our fair town. Is this just a passing fad? Or could this techno-mania which has so recently taken hold of the Eerie masses have more sinister long-term implications? Could it lead, for example, to the death of our economy, the town lying derelict and void of commerce as its own citizens waste away in front of their monitors, locked in their own homes? Well, the Eerie Examiner for one wasn’t going to allow the thriving social scene and blooming economy of Eerie rot away under this silicon spell of which the townsfolk seem to have so recently fallen victim. We requested an audience with the mayor, Mr Chisel.

We asked the mayor, "Mr Chisel, are you aware of what is happening in your town? What do you feel the long-term consequences of this new technology could be? Are you worried at all about what this could signify for the economy?"

All these questions were put to the mayor as he sat in his office. sat in his office. He gave no response, but appeared to be concentrating intently on a computer screen in
front of him. Occasionally, he would move the mouse about, or type a few words. After much prompting, he seemed finally to become aware of our presence.

"Hmmm?" Was his reply. Eventually he looked up, and, as if snapping out of a trance, smiled in a confused way. "What can I do for you?" he asked. We had to move quickly, as he was already beginning to become distracted by the computer. Once again, the questions were posed, but it was too late. We'd lost him. Suddenly he looked up, and, turning the screen towards us, asked: "Well, what do you think? Pretty good, huh? Shows a candidate in touch with his voters. A modern man, prepared to move with the times, don't you think?" The screen showed the front page of a web site. "VOTE CHISEL" was the message.

We left the office. It was pretty obvious we weren't going to get far. Behind us came the sound typing and something along the lines of "…if this wont get
me the vote, nothing will…"

So, who could we speak to? The streets were quiet. Everyone would be indoors staring at their screens, doing all their shopping through the web. The situation would become dire. If no one would venture outdoors anymore, who would buy the Examiner? Then it became obvious who could help us. We headed for the World O' Stuff. The store owner, Mr Radford, would be sure to be worried. After all, he represents most of the Eerie economy. We stepped inside. The store was dark and deserted, save for Radford, who stood behind his counter. As we came closer, our horror increased. He stood in the flickering light of a
computer monitor, totally entranced. They'd got to him, too! There was no hope, or so it seemed.

Then we noticed a shadow, working its way along the shelves in one of the corners of the store. It crept along behind the banks of computers for sale, helping itself to the merchandise now that Radford's attention was so utterly distracted. The Examiner felt that it was its civic duty to apprehend what was obviously a thief. The criminal was grabbed by the collar of what appeared to be a trench coat, several sizes too large. As he struggled to get free, scattering cans and miscellaneous goods everywhere, it became all too apparent who we were dealing with. "Oh, its you people is it? What's the matter?
Havin' trouble selling your crummy paper, now everyone's in lobotomy land over these new computers?" The sniggering, grey-haired young man probably needs no introduction as Dash X, Eerie's resident all round unscrupulous person, and fount of all saleable information.

However, here was someone who seemed to be immune to the lure of the computer. And perhaps he knew what was going on with Radford, the one person who should be worried about what was going on.

"I suppose you want to know what the story is with him, over there." Dash said, indicating Radford as he sat motionless in front of the machine. When the Examiner replied in the affirmative, the much expected and infinitely dreaded shrug of the shoulders and "What makes you think I know? Or would want to tell you?" Was the response. One agreement, and much glee on Dash's part later, and we got our explanation.

Radford, being Eerie's instinctive businessman, had seen the sale potential of the computers as soon as the first salesman had arrived in town. As soon as the machines began to sell rapidly, and therefore the number of people coming into his shop decreased, Radford began to worry. However, he soon thought of a solution. He launched the World O' Stuff on the World Wide Web. Now his customers can browse his varied stock from the comfort of their own homes. The interactive store also offers a chat facility (not as popular as Radford had hoped), free e-mail, free delivery of goods to all eerie citizens, plus a 10% discount on your first order. The World O' Stuff was doing a roaring trade. As the real life store gathered dust and grey-haired scavengers, the virtual store thrived.

Suddenly, an alarm sounded, and a bundle of packagbundle of packages dropped down from a trapdoor in the ceiling. "Uh-Oh" said Dash, pulling on a cap. It had "WorldO'Stuff.com" embroidered on the front. "Time for my shift. See y'around. I do the deliveries for the site. It's not badly paid. Maybe when you guys at the Examiner go out of business, you could get a job in the stockroom upstairs, or something." Grinning at us, he grabbed the bundles and pushed his way through the doors.

The Examiner felt that it was time to ask some serious questions. Who was supplying these computers? And why did they seem to have such an addictive quality? Would it last, or gradually lose its novelty value, restoring our citizens back to their habits of old? Would we ever sell another issue? We felt we should consult Professor E. Gore, a man of science. If anyone would be familiar with this kind of technology, it would be him.

The Professor received us in his house. Luckily, he didn't seem to have fallen prey to the influence of the craze. Leading us through to his workroom, he said: "Ah, yes. The computer. A truly wonderful, not to mention powerful, invention. I use it a lot myself. A perfect means of collecting the information I require, and it keeps me in touch with my colleagues all over the world." In fact, this part of his house was overrun by them. Screens and hard drives everywhere we looked. Keyboards, sp Keyboards, speakers, printers, scanners, miles and miles of cable and wire. It was a shocking sight.

We asked the professor how it was that, in spite of all the computers and equipment at his disposal, he wasn't transformed by it, like many of the inhabitants of the town. How was it that he stood in front of us as normal as anyone, rather than staring fixedly at the information scrolling up and down the screen, as if in some kind of hypnotic trance?

The answer he gave was reassuring: "We scientists are at heart a solitary kind of people. We are so used to hiding our discoveries from one another, lest we have our ideas stolen and our glory taken from us, that we all keep pretty much to ourselves. So, we only communicate when we have to. When there is some information we would like, or to arrange car shares to and from awards ceremonies. The rest of the time we spend is alone in our basements, scribbling down our observations, tampering with nature, cooking up weird concoctions and generally playing god. Therefore, we are immune to the trappings of the Internet. We use it, but do not let it use us."

"The Internet is like a virus. The biological virus enters its host cell, and uses its DNA to replicate itself, many millions of times. The copies then burst forth from the host cell, each one free to repeat the process. The Internet finds its way into its way into the new computer and the mind of the operator. The operator can then be inspired to make his own contribution, adding more sites and WebPages which are released onto the web to infect other host computers and users with their influence, and be replicated again. It is alive, it grows."

Worried that Prof. E. Gore would soon go out of our depth, we diverted the conversation from abstract analogies to pose the important question. Will it last?

"That is dependent on if it is a good virus."

Came the reply.

"If it stays the same, the antiviral agent of boredom will soon kill it off, as far as the masses are concerned. However, if it continues to change, to mutate, like the common cold, it will be indestructible. It will hold humanity's attention, and continue to thrive and breed."

So, it was possible that the Internet had come to Eerie to stay. We were faced with some choices. Choices that would determine the future of Eerie. We could launch a massive campaign that would involve us making many web pages, each one full of the same old stuff found on all web pages - use the boredom tactic. Fill up the Internet with lots of boring pages, and the townsfolk would get sick of it. Of course, this would hardly be practical given the size of the web. Or we could make life outdoors in the town more exciting than what exciting than what the Internet had to offer. Again, no mean task. We could sabotage the computers. Not strictly legal. Blackout the town. See previous example. Plus, how would we run our printing presses? Some serious thought was required, and we couldn’t do this alone. We headed back towards the World O' Stuff.

Dash X was inside, collecting his pay from a vacant Radford. "Oh, its you again, is it? Not managed to bring down the whole Internet yet, I see. You people are really losing your touch. I have something you might like to know. Might help you save your precious paper." This was probably going to be expensive. It was.

It transpired that upon signing up for the Internet, Eerie citizens weren't getting the full deal.

"You don't really think that the powers that be want all you Eerie weirdoes in full contact with the outside world, do ya?!"

Letting the "weirdoes" comment pass for a bit rich, considering who it was coming from, we asked Dash to explain.

"Well, you know. Don’t want all the voters getting too much of the world outside… might tempt 'em away from our little town. Too much information can be dangerous. So, there's an… agreement. The citizens get to move with the times. They’ve got their own little World Wide Web, right here in Eerie. The economy doesn’t suffer, no one gets too many fancy ideas and everncy ideas and everything stays pretty much the same as before."

But what about Mayor Chisel, in his office, as transfixed as the citizens themselves?

"You didn’t believe that little act from old Chisel, did you? You people can be real dumb, you know? Didn’t you think it might be a convenient way of not answering your questions? Plus the fact it adds to his cover-up perfectly? It’s a good thing you’ve got me, or you'd all still be thinking Eerie was now a part of the global village, or something. I should ask for a rise."

Just then, a rustling noise made us look up. There in front of us was someone id never seen before. "Very good, kid," he said, smiling in an unpleasant way. Maybe I should employ you. Someone like you could make a real contribution in my line of work. He stepped forward, reams of computer printout covered in figures clinging to him. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Mr Gary Ryans. I'm the man behind the Eerie-net project. I packaged and sold the scheme to your authorities, and oversee the smooth-running of the venture."

Coming closer, he lowered his voice. "You guys might turn out to be a spanner in the works, if you know what I mean."

Catching sight of some of the columns on the printout, they read: 'no. of inhabitants converted', '$ per head profit', 'level of subliminal signals required' were amongst tbr> were amongst them. So that was how this reduced, miniature Internet was holding the attention of the inhabitants! Subliminal signals! Something that small could not survive, otherwise. Mr Gary was moving towards us, when he was distracted by a riot that appeared to be taking place outside. We ran to the doors to look out on a small crowd of townsfolk brandishing placards, banners and burning torches. The blue robes of the Brotherhood of Norm were visible amongst those assembled.

It turned out that the small minority of Eerie citizens who hadn't bought into the new craze, those 1 in 10, were gathered outside the World O' Stuff, rioting against this new evil which threatened their beloved town. It came as no surprise that the Brotherhood of Norm were involved. They had rallied the people, telling them of the despicable danger that the machines posed, then induced them to riot and free their brothers from the claw-like grip of the horror. Of course, the brotherhood were always saying things like that, but this time, with 90% of the population hypnotised by their screens, it seemed more real than ever before.

From outside came the crash of an explosion as a car went up in flames. The mob began to advance towards the World O' Stuff, probably intent on destroying the remainder of Radford's stock of computers. As the crowd flowed in through the doors, Dash saw his chanh saw his chance. "It's him!" he shouted, pointing at Mr Gary, currently too stunned to carry out the latent threat from before "He's behind it all! Get him!" And they did. They dragged him away as he protested and cajoled, offering them a great deal on a computer, with Internet connection thrown in at half price. They took him to the Brotherhood headquarters, and has not been seen since.

The lengths of printout he left behind provided some vital clues to help us dismantle the Eerie-net. On it appeared the names and addresses of all those who had subscribed, how much they had spent, the sites they had visited and the length of time they had spent glued to their screens as the subliminal messages projected from them into their brains kept them there in a permanent trance-like state. Of particular interest was the information pertaining to the whereabouts of the main computer, which supported Eerie-net and gave out the signals straight into the subconscious minds of all those users.

It turned out to be Mayor Chisel's computer. Going to his office, we found him in the same state as before. We created a decoy by telling him that Werd TV were downstairs and that they requested an interview about how he managed to be such a good mayor, and what benefits he offered Eerie. It was to be broadcast throughout five different states. He seemed to snap out of his trance ef his trance extremely quickly and was gone from the room in a second. Disabling the signal was the work of a moment, but shutting down Eerie-net was not so easy. In the end we had to leave it before the mayor got back, hoping that what Professor E. Gore had said about the net dying out through lack of attention was true.

In fact, within a week, Eerie-net was closed due to lack of interest. People were seen out in the streets again, and in the public buildings. Eerie-net was just a distant, and hopefully not to be repeated, memory. The Eerie Examiner sold copies. Everything is back as it should be in Eerie, Indiana.

By Maria. Head reporter for The Eerie Examiner.
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If you've ever seen the Eerie Indiana tie-in books, you might have noticed the website advertised in the back pages: EerieIN.com

Surprising nobody, twenty years later this website no longer exists. However, parts of it are archived at the WayBack Machine.

Sadly, the snapshots from 1999 just show a white page with a parent directory, so we'll never get to see what frames-and-flash masterpiece was originally used to promote Eerie.

However, in 2001 an Eerie Indiana fan named MariaC bought the domain and turned it into the Eerie Examiner:



CLASSIFIEDS

Item #1 For Sale: 1 Train Station, slightly used.
Want to get rid of it,due to the large amount of green slime.
$16,666.10 Contact: Mr. Radford at the World of Stuff.

Item #2 For Sale: 1 8'x10' wide hole.
Located on the west end of Eerie.
Unlimited depth. Great for family get away and storing
those things that come out of your closet during spring cleaning.
$13,666.99 Comes with free shovel. Unlimited potential!
Contact: Mrs. Crisp at the Costume Shop on Main
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If you've ever seen the Eerie Indiana tie-in books, you might have noticed the website advertised in the back pages: EerieIN.com

Surprising nobody, twenty years later this website no longer exists. However, parts of it are archived at the WayBack Machine.

Sadly, the snapshots from 1999 just show a white page with a parent directory, so we'll never get to see what frames-and-flash masterpiece was originally used to promote Eerie.

However, in 2001 an Eerie Indiana fan named MariaC bought the domain and turned it into the Eerie Examiner:



World o' Stuff

Coming soon. A place to find out of print and rare stuff from the townspeople of Eerie, Indiana.

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