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It's Tuesday, so today you get a choice between two prompts. Pick one, combine both, pit them against each other - on Tuesday, you choose!

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Eerie Enquirer versus Eerie Examiner
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The laundry on the rotary dryer outside the Straitjacket Lady's house had been there for days. It had rained, and mould was starting to grow on some of the pretty cotton sundresses that hung limp and slimy from the clothesline.

Marshall stood on the curb, the failing toes of his Sky Monsters Double Bubble X-Treme Rocket Jumps just brushing the unmown grass of her lawn, an undelivered copy of the Eerie Examiner clenched in one hand.

He should go check on her. If not for the sake of his overarching weirdness investigation, then in his role as newspaper delivery boy...


Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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Marshall Teller watched the little red lever of the mailbox twitch back and forth, as though something inside that smooth cylindrical shape was moving, jostling against the screw that held the small plastic flag in place.

He looked at the garden, crawling with ugly brown vines that hadn't been there when he'd been here last weekend, and the flower beds, previously bare and dark and waiting for winter to end but now bursting with fat, fleshy flowers that raised goosebumps on his exposed skin.

He shuddered and stepped back, away from the property line, almost to the curb, then ran.

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The house was huge, and standing on the front lawn, shivering slightly in the chilly murk of it's loaming shadow, Marshall couldn't help feeling that it was somehow... hungry. The tall double doors stood open and the corridor beyond it was dark, a hint of plush red visible just beyond the doorstep vanishing into the black.

Marshall glanced around, hoping to see a mailbox waiting some safe distance away from a structure that, if not actively haunted, was certainly looking to get there by killing innocent paperboys who were just doing their jobs.

Of course, there wasn't one. Typical Eerie.

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The Eerie Waste Processing Plant and Pizzeria was recruiting again. "Earn while you learn!" screamed glossy pamphlets that fluttered from the scarred corkboards which lined the walls of B.F. Skinner Junior High and stacked beside that day's edition of the Eerie Examiner, waiting to be inserted.

What exactly prospective child labourers would be learning went unsaid, though Marshall suspected that the connection between the worker shortage and the addition of the new Meaty Mania Deep Dish pizza to the menu might be the biggest, and last, piece of knowledge imparted to some of them.

He tossed the leaflets out, unopened.

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She said her name was Mrs. Fluffins, but Marshall was almost one hundred percent sure that it was Fifi in a tall trenchcoat, possibly balanced on a number of slightly larger dogs, possibly some that had learned to walk upright.

He hefted that day's newspaper in his free hand, contemplating his options. He could throw it, relying on her canine instincts to fetch to shatter the illusion. Alternatively, he could play along, leaving the Eerie Examiner neatly wrapped in plastic on the porch of the house whose true owners were most likely buried in the back yard.

"Hmm," he said.

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It's the 14th of the month, and that's the date we put aside to think about all those amazing minor characters, places, organisations and general backdrop that make Eerie so compellingly watchable.

This month's theme is:

EERIE EXAMINER
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It's Tuesday, so today you get a choice between two prompts. Pick one, combine both, pit them against each other - on Tuesday, you choose!

This week, your options are:

Eerie Examiner versus WERD-TV
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Marshall leaned forward, his elbows resting on the polished countertop.

"Not enough?" he prompted. "A letter from the King Crab himself?"

Fred - or whoever he was today - shook his head.

"The King Crab is overthrown!" he hissed. "One of his Mackerel Soldiers sent word to me at my home, many thousands of miles from here-"

(at this, Marshall, who had delivered Fred Sugg's newspaper to his front door at 52 Festive Road every day from the ages of twelve to fifteen, did not quite manage to suppress an eye-roll)

"-warning me of great upheaval in the World Beneath the Waves!"

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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Ongoing Verse: Microwave

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"The kids would love it," said Harley, spinning the Professor like a fuzzy red-eyed top and making the untidy piles of paper around him flutter with the motion. "Butts are inherently funny when you're a kid."

"You'd get great reviews from the Wilson Twins," Sara Sue said, reaching out to steady a stack of pages that looked ready to topple from the centrifugal force of Prof. Moth's breakdancing. "They called your last story collection 'intellectually inaccessible' because you had a character that was a cross between a bat and a bowl of pudding."

Harley nodded.

"Poor Puddious Baby," he agreed.

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"I didn't want to mention mice in a café full of customers," Tod continued. "I mean, maybe a stray sugar mouse is a pest problem or maybe it's just something you have when you run a bakery, but you never know how people in a crowd are going to react."

Marshall nodded.

The Eerie Library had acquired a stray cat the Christmas before last, and the Examiner at that time was full of rumours about witchcraft and shapeshifters. On the other hand, a water feature full of alligators at the Eerie Mall was considered a good way to stop littering.

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The sky was grey, the clouds hung low and heavy with unshed rainfall. Marshall Teller opened the curtains as far as they would go, and tied them there as leaden daylight oozed sluggishly into the living room.

Simon emerged from the kitchen, yawning hugely, his slippers making staticky sounds on the cheap, worn carpet. He saw the weather outside and brightened.

"Film noir or monster movies?" he said.

"Both," said Marshall, passing him a copy of the Eerie Examiner opened to the "What's On" page. "Monster Mash Marathon all day, hardboiled detectives after the watershed."

"I'll make popcorn!" said Simon.

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Ongoing Verse: Weather

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The flagstones outside the ruined house had been swept and mopped, old leaf litter and discarded organs collected into a tidy pile at the northern-most edge of the little yard. It looked like the new occupants were planning a bonfire, or perhaps a barbeque.

Beneath the surface of the freshly-scrubbed stone, crawling, segmented things writhed. These were the dangerous words uttered by the home's previous inhabitants, roused from a long sleep by the presence of fresh blood.

A wind chime hung on the gate, tinkling in a non-existent breeze.

Marshall slid a free newspaper into their mailbox and wished them luck.

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The clack-clack-clack of the pinwheels whose human eyes stared at him with hatred as he passed mingled with the click-click-click of the human bone wind chimes hung over Mr. and Mrs. Walter-Funk's back yard.

Atop the street lamps, tiny glowing things threw themselves against the slick glass walls of their prison, and on the telephone lines the ravens croaked endlessly.

Marshall wheeled his bike down the pre-dawn streets of Eerie, the empty saddlebags draped over the handlebars as he went to collect the day's papers from Mister Radford. He thought of Jersey, of car horns and raised voices, and sighed.

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Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History

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The flower beds outside the Eerie Police Station were filled with pinwheels, and all of them turned sparkling foil faces towards Marshall as he rode by. Each of them had a single eye at the centre, wet and glistening and human, and around every eye antennae protruded like lashes or stamen.

In the early hours, when dawn was just painting the sky and only milk trucks and paper boys roamed the streets, and if the breeze blew just right, the pinwheels would whisper secrets to anyone that cared to listen.

Marshall pedalled fast on those days. The pinwheels were liars.

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There are cornfields in her painting that were not there the day before. Yesterday this had been a street scene in a bustling city, pedestrians and cyclists weaving their way along the cobblestones, the signs in shop windows all in French. Sara Sue can still see them there, the faintest palimpsest beneath the wash of yellow and green.

A butchers shop displaying hams and ropes of sausage is now full of ravens, and the ravens' beaks are full of eyeballs. A French poodle has become a bichon frise that bears her teeth to the surrounding humans. One of the humans is taller and hairier than the rest, and appears to be rummaging through an American-style metal trashcan.

At a small table outside a café that is no longer there, a heavy-set man in a sequined jumpsuit reads the paper. It should be La Monde. Instead, it's the Eerie Examiner.

The palette knife isn't sharp enough to pierce canvas easily, but she forces it through, dragging the dull broad blade through layers of paint she doesn't remember mixing. The dog snarls at her as she cuts, and the ravens take flight, fleeing to the safety of the edges of the picture.

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Marshall pulled up to the rusted iron railings separating the overgrown, weed-choked garden from the overgrown, weed-choked pavement. He dismounted and leaned the JH772347 against the low, crumbling red brick wall, pulling five neatly rolled copies of the Eerie Examiner out of his almost-empty saddlebags.

Partway up the cracked and shifting walkway that led to a red front door whose peeling paint job had faded almost to pink over the years, he paused.

There were the five mail slots, each one still labelled with a number and the name of the occupant. There were the buzzers for apartments Five, Four and Seven, likewise labelled. And yet, where the doorbells for Two and Thirteen had been only the Saturday before, there was only exposed wiring poking from a jagged hole in the aging stucco. The darkness beyond the ravaged nameplate glittered with the distant light of strange stars, and the wind that blew from it was hot and smelled of dying things.

Marshall slid that week's paper into the last three letterboxes still in this dimension, and therefore technically the only ones on his route.

He'd have to tell Mister Radford that the subsidence issues on Dunwich Street were getting worse.

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Marshall reached across the white-painted waist-height gate and froze. His fingers hovered just above the latch as his eyes strayed to the hanging basket that dangled over the scuffed front door. A full-face motorcycle helmet hung upside-down from a rusted length of chain, wildflowers protruding from cracks that spider-webbed across the visor.

"Hey, Simon," he said, trying and failing to sound casual. "I think we can skip this one."

Simon paused in the act of stuffing dozens of glossy advertising brochures into folded copies of the Eerie Examiner.

"Why?" he asked, following his friend's gaze to the impromptu planter nailed to the lintel. "You don't think the Unkind Ones read the newspaper?"

"I think the Unkind Ones probably do," said Mars, taking a slow step back. "But I don't think their love of motorcycle-themed garden accessories goes as far as helmets with a decapitated head still inside them."

"Oh," was all Simon said, though his grip tightened reflexively around the neatly-rolled newspaper in his hand. His gaze flicked around the small front yard, coming to rest on the trashcans.

"Mars?" he said, pointing to the heavy black garbage bags. The words E=MC2 were emblazoned on the side.

"Run," hissed Marshall.

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WERD-TV versus 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:

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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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