Candyman

They will say

that I have shed innocent blood.

What's blood for

if not for shedding?

With my hook for a hand,

I'll split you from your groin

to your gullet.

I came for you.

It's the scariest story

I have ever heard, and it's true.

It happened a few years ago

near Moses Lake in Indiana.

Clara was babysitting for the Johnsons.

And Billy pulls up on his motorcycle.

She wasn't going out with Billy

but with Michael for about six months.

But she always had the hots for Billy

cos he was like, a bad boy.

And Michael was just... so nice.

So, anyway,

she decides that tonight's the night

that she's gonna give Billy

what she never gave to Michael.

- Have you ever heard of Candyman?

- No.

Well, his right hand is sawn off.

He has a hook

jammed in the bloody stump.

And if you look in the mirror

and you say his name five times,

he'll appear behind you

breathing down your neck.

You wanna try it?

So Billy began.

- He looked in the mirror and he said...

- Candyman.

Candyman.

Candyman.

Candyman.

No one ever got past four.

Not here.

Go downstairs.

I have a surprise for you.

She looked in the mirror and,

I don't know why,

but she said his name the last time.

Candyman.

She turned out the lights...

What he saw

turned his hair white from shock.

Killed her, split her open with his hook

and then killed the baby too.

Billy got away, but

soon after, he went crazy.

My roommate's boyfriend knows him.

So, when did you first hear this story?

My friend heard it on the radio.

It's sick.

The babysitterjust roasted the kid,

like it was a turkey or something.

So, what's the deal? You guys doing

a page on serial killers or something?

- Something like that.

- That's it. We're done.

- All right.

- Thanks.

No problem.

- See ya.

- See ya.

See ya.

They get younger every day.

Does anybody remember

the craze for pet baby alligators?

When they got big,

people flushed them down the toilet.

They live in the sewers now.

Some of them are 30 feet long.

Where did this happen?

Miami. They went blind

from living in the dark.

It wasn't Miami, it was New York.

I read it in the paper.

Then it must be true.

Why would Danny and Diane both

be suffering from the same delusion

in two cities 1,000 miles apart?

Let's face it, folks.

There are no alligators in the sewers.

No, it's round the campfire,

it's bedtime stories.

These stories are modern, oral folklore.

They are the unselfconscious reflection

of the fears of urban society.

That's lunch.

...primordial reptile.

It's a monster, right? Why?

Ouch. Ooh. Eugh.

- Ah, the dashing professor.

- The lovely wife.

Hello.

Helen, the crme de la crme.

Harold, Diane, Daniel, Stacey.

- Hi.

- Hello.

Keep up the good work.

Thanks for your contributions.

- Thanks. Bye.

- See you.

Bye.

See ya.

So you wanna tell me about this girl?

What's her name? Stacey.

She could barely look me in the eyes,

Trevor, and I swear she was blushing.

Well, I guess that's because

she's madly in love with me.

All those bursting adolescent hormones.

- You don't really think...

- No, of course not.

Good. I should hope not.

So, what's the matter?

Trevor...

You said you wouldn't do urban legends

until next semester.

You knew Bernadette and I were gathering

data. Why did you have to ruin it?

Honey, you can't expect me

to hold up their education

while the two of you

complete your thesis.

- I have a curriculum to follow.

- Yes, I know.

Well? So don't be mad at me.

If you look in the

mirror and say his name five times,

he'll appear behind you

breathing down your neck.

- Can I clean the room?

- Oh, sure. Don't mind me.

So Billy began.

He looked in the mirror and he said,

"Candyman, Candyman, Candyman... "

Candyman, huh?

- Have you heard of him?

- Mm-hmm. You doin' a study on him?

Yes, I am. What have you heard?

Everybody's scared of him

once it gets dark.

He live over at Cabrini.

My friend told me about him.

- Cabrini-Green?

- Yeah, in the projects.

I don't know too much about it,

but my friend, she know all about it.

Her cousin live at Cabrini.

They say he killed a lady.

- Can I talk to you friend?

- Sure.

- Kitty?

- Yeah? What do you want?

- Lady down here wanna talk to you.

- All right.

She comin'.

I'm Helen Lyle.

Pleased to meet you.

Henrietta Mosely.

- And this is Kitty Culver.

- Hello.

Tell her about the Candyman.

All I know was there was some lady

in a tub, and she heard a noise.

- Do you remember her name?

- I think her name was Ruthie Jean.

She heard this bangin' like somebody

was tryin' to make a hole in the wall.

So Ruthie called 911 and said there's

somebody comin' through the walls.

They didn't believe her.

- They thought she was crazy.

- Mm-hm.

So she called 911 again,

and they still didn't believe her.

When they finally got there,

she was dead.

- Was she shot?

- No...

Um, she was killed with a hook.

It's true.

Yeah, it is.

I read it in the papers.

Candyman killed her.

Yeah, but I don't know

nothin' about that.

This is sick.

This isn't a fairytale.

A woman got killed here. Jesus.

That's not the half of it.

That's Cabrini-Green,

not that you'd recognise it.

No kidding.

I won't even drive past there.

- A kid got shot there the other day.

- Every day.

Look carefully at this picture.

And then this one.

You spot it?

No.

That's not Cabrini-Green.

That's this building, Lincoln Village.

My apartment was built

as a housing project.

- No?

- Yeah.

Now take a look at this.

The city realised there was no barrier

between here and the Gold Coast.

Unlike the highway and the El train

to keep the ghetto cut off.

Exactly.

So they made some alterations.

They covered the cinder block in plaster

and sold the lot off as condos.

- How much did you pay for this place?

- Don't ask.

Now wait till you see this.

Here's the proof.

The killer, or killers,

they don't know which, smashed through

the back of this cabinet.

See, there's no wall there.

Only a medicine chest

separates us from the other apartment.

There could be somebody on the toilet!

- The apartment's vacant.

- Are you sure?

There.

OK. Now take a look.

That is amazing.

- What?

- I saw a light go on.

There's nobody there.

- Psyche.

- That's not funny.

- You didn't scare me at all.

- Yeah, right.

You don't believe all

that nonsense, do you?

I don't. Do you?

No.

All right.

Candyman, Candyman, Candyman,

Candyman...

Candyman.

Oh, you chicken!

You have to do it five times.

Go again.

Trevor?

- Oh, Trevor!

- What? Who were you expecting?

- What time is it?

- It's late, and I'm smashed.

Sorry I scared you.

What's with the arsenal?

We're only going eight blocks.

- You got us dressed up like cops.

- I just said dress conservatively.

No, we look like cops.

- Why are you trying to scare me?

- I'm not.

I just want you to know the gangs

hold this whole neighbourhood hostage.

OK, let's just turn around.

We can write a boring thesis

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