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*Door creeks open*

Oh wow, I did not expect you to show up seeing how last Time you denounced what I did, but it seems not even you could resist some crack in return for listening to another tale of mine. Guess rehab is not all it’s cut out to be, especially with deals as great as mine. Now then wee lass, sit down and listen closely, you will need to if you want to pass the test for the good stuff.

*the old man opens a filing cabinet and pulls out a random file labeled The Hangman*

Oh boy this one’s my favorite, a nice old tale my grandpappy used to tell me when I was just a wee lad, now then where to begin. *The man rummages through the papers in the files* ah yes here it is. *he pulls out the paper and hands it to the girl, the paper is a old black and white photo of a 18ft tall thing with a noose around its neck holding a 14ft pike and bundle of 10-13ft branches* Now then you must be wondering what this thing is, well wee lass this thing is what we call The Hangman. A hulking mass of ropes which Carrie’s the remains of an incredibly heavy 100 year old oak tree it uprooted from teh ground and turned into a pike and used it's branches as its whipping sticks. A beast who thrives off of other’s mental instability and the act of Suicide, it’s one goal being to torment and kill those who invoke The Hangman’s curse. You know, The Hangman here got its name through how most of its victims die, death by the Noose, dead the same way the curse is invoked playing a game of hangman in a particular way.

Now then I bet you want to know what our friend here can do don’t you? Maybe it’s quick and painless, or bloody and gory, but I can assure it is none of those, it is Torment that builds up to your inevitable torturous and cruel demise, making all those close and dear to you kill themselves, and creating inconveniences in your life to make it worse bit by bit. And if that does not get to to succumb to what it desires it will torment you mentally as it stalks you and when you see it it flashes you with crazy and tormented visions as if you were high on suffering juice, assaulting your mind to make it and it’s will to live worsen until you finally give in and end it all to rid yourself from your knotted stalker.

*The old man kneels in*

You know, no one truly knows when The Hangman started popping up, but people say that it happened in 1886 during a murder spree where a killer killed innocent kids by framing the, as suicides and used the game of hangman as his calling card with another man falsely hanged in the attempt to catch and execute the killer, saying that the falsely hanged invoked The Hangman’s curse to torment the killer and those who played the game of hangman, with it now being believed by those who believe in The Hangman that the way the game of hangman is played now is to avoid The Hangman’s curse and the consequences of invoking it, with the old rules and by extension the curse being forgotten through time.

*the old man ponders for a bit and then kicks back in his chair*

But that’s all I know about this creepy ass urban legend. Sometimes I wonder who came up with this idea of a cryptid. But that’s none of my business. I'm just some old geezer living down here in an abandoned room in the sewers giving out crack to those who listen to one of my stories. Now then let me get you your reward. *Tosses the girl some cocaine* Now then run along and enjoy your treasure, I’m sure you and your friends will enjoy it on your camping trip.

*The girl gets up and leaves with the drugs given to her and the old man lights a cigarette as she leaves as he looks at The Hangman’s file and the page he did not show the girl, the way to invoke the curse*

…………. I wonder……………………………..

*The old man turns to an old broken chalkboard and some dusty old chalk and starts to etch out something on it and then sits back down and waits for someone else to come in*

*6 days later*

*The door creaks open again, a Teenage boy comes in and looks in shock as he sees the old man that resides here on a noose seemingly hanging himself. Incoherent and coherent words mixed together sprawled all over the chalkboard and walls in either chalk or blood showing a mix of Fear, insanity, and emotional decline, barely making out a finished game of hangman on the chalkboard. Frozen in shock the boy hears a small splash on his right and looks and barely see a roped figure sulking away*

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*Door creeks open*

Oh wow, I did not expect you to show up seeing how last Time you denounced what I did, but it seems not even you could resist some crack in return for listening to another tale of mine. Guess rehab is not all it’s cut out to be, especially with deals as great as mine. Now then wee lass, sit down and listen closely, you will need to if you want to pass the test for the good stuff.

*the old man opens a filing cabinet and pulls out a random file labeled The Hangman*

Oh boy this one’s my favorite, a nice old tale my grandpappy used to tell me when I was just a wee lad, now then where to begin. *The man rummages through the papers in the files* ah yes here it is. *he pulls out the paper and hands it to the girl, the paper is a old black and white photo of a 18ft tall thing with a noose around its neck holding a 14ft pike and bundle of 10-13ft branches* Now then you must be wondering what this thing is, well wee lass this thing is what we call The Hangman. A hulking mass of ropes which Carrie’s the remains of an incredibly heavy 100 year old oak tree it uprooted from teh ground and turned into a pike and used it's branches as its whipping sticks. A beast who thrives off of other’s mental instability and the act of Suicide, it’s one goal being to torment and kill those who invoke The Hangman’s curse. You know, The Hangman here got its name through how most of its victims die, death by the Noose, dead the same way the curse is invoked playing a game of hangman in a particular way.

Now then I bet you want to know what our friend here can do don’t you? Maybe it’s quick and painless, or bloody and gory, but I can assure it is none of those, it is Torment that builds up to your inevitable torturous and cruel demise, making all those close and dear to you kill themselves, and creating inconveniences in your life to make it worse bit by bit. And if that does not get to to succumb to what it desires it will torment you mentally as it stalks you and when you see it it flashes you with crazy and tormented visions as if you were high on suffering juice, assaulting your mind to make it and it’s will to live worsen until you finally give in and end it all to rid yourself from your knotted stalker.

*The old man kneels in*

You know, no one truly knows when The Hangman started popping up, but people say that it happened in 1886 during a murder spree where a killer killed innocent kids by framing the, as suicides and used the game of hangman as his calling card with another man falsely hanged in the attempt to catch and execute the killer, saying that the falsely hanged invoked The Hangman’s curse to torment the killer and those who played the game of hangman, with it now being believed by those who believe in The Hangman that the way the game of hangman is played now is to avoid The Hangman’s curse and the consequences of invoking it, with the old rules and by extension the curse being forgotten through time.

*the old man ponders for a bit and then kicks back in his chair*

But that’s all I know about this creepy ass urban legend. Sometimes I wonder who came up with this idea of a cryptid. But that’s none of my business. I'm just some old geezer living down here in an abandoned room in the sewers giving out crack to those who listen to one of my stories. Now then let me get you your reward. *Tosses the girl some cocaine* Now then run along and enjoy your treasure, I’m sure you and your friends will enjoy it on your camping trip.

*The girl gets up and leaves with the drugs given to her and the old man lights a cigarette as she leaves as he looks at The Hangman’s file and the page he did not show the girl, the way to invoke the curse*

…………. I wonder……………………………..

*The old man turns to an old broken chalkboard and some dusty old chalk and starts to etch out something on it and then sits back down and waits for someone else to come in*

*6 days later*

*The door creaks open again, a Teenage boy comes in and looks in shock as he sees the old man that resides here on a noose seemingly hanging himself. Incoherent and coherent words mixed together sprawled all over the chalkboard and walls in either chalk or blood showing a mix of Fear, insanity, and emotional decline, barely making out a finished game of hangman on the chalkboard. Frozen in shock the boy hears a small splash on his right and looks and barely see a roped figure sulking away*