RAPUNZEL | “High Culture Society” | Crypt TV Extended Universe | Creepypasta


(dark dramatic music) – [Narrator] When I first sent out the invitations for the picnic, I thought there was no
way I’d get any responses. But they surprised me. Each one, quickly sending back their RSVP. It was meant to be a simple tea party, nothing too fancy. Just a chance for a few
ladies to get together and enjoy a lovely afternoon
in a meadow somewhere. Once I had a list of attendees, I realized it actually
made a lot of sense. They would show up to any
party they could find, anywhere they could keep
the illusion of class that they carried with them every day. That was how this all started. Just minding my own business
in line at a coffee shop. The same place I go to every day. For some reason, they decided to have their little book club there, and on that particular
morning our paths crossed. They were sitting there talking about a novel they’d recently
read when I tripped and dumped a half cup of coffee right into their collective laps. I apologized, but it was too late. Now there was blood in the water and the ladies were thirsty as hell. “Watch where you’re going, freak!” Getting publicly shunned by
a group of human Barbie dolls is humiliating enough, but to
have them go after me online, too, it was worse than high school. Same bullies, new material. That’s what made me pick
this particular rouse. I knew the rules by now. I’d heard them dozens of time. Pick somewhere quiet and secluded, a place that brings out a person’s worst. It was when I was reciting those rules to myself when it hit me. They’d be at their worst if I could make them believe they were at their best. And the idea for an afternoon tea party in a state forest was born. The meadow was small, sunny
in the middle of the day. Now that it was nearly
afternoon, the shadows were long, throwing pleasant shady
streaks across the wildflowers. In the center was a long wooden table. I left it undecorated. Bare of any flourish or color. Once the entertainment I had arranged had decided to show up,
there would be plenty of red to go around. I heard the ladies coming
long before I saw them. Each one more insufferable than the last. Their annoyance growing with
their numbers as they sat around the table waiting
to be served by someone, for anyone to arrive and
wait on their every need. Then, I cut a lock of my
own hair and burned it as part of the ritual for
summoning her; Rapunzel. I watched all of this from a distance, safe from my perch in the trees. See, I couldn’t be the one to
invite them to the tea party, they’d never show up for that. Instead, I invented the
High Culture Society, which to me, didn’t even sound real, but something told me it
wouldn’t phase this group. Made a website for it, paid
for the fancy stationary, the whole nine yards, and yet, despite my specifically
mentioning no guests, one of them had the audacity
to bring a plus one. But when they showed
up, all they found was the long empty table. They didn’t understand
what was happening yet. They couldn’t hear the footsteps
crunching in the leaves. Couldn’t hear the whispers on the wind. Most importantly, the group
of women didn’t realize that they were the main course. Everybody knew the story of
Rapunzel and Luke in my town, but it wasn’t until the scalpings started that people began taking things seriously. And even then, folks still
needed some convincing. Not me, though. I was always a curious
girl and that inclination had led me to a few conclusions. The most important of
which being that I believed I could get the two fire-scarred lovers to deal out some justice for me. Looking back at Rapunzel’s past victims, it was easy to spot the pattern. She was out flor blood and
targeted a certain type. The worst type. The cruel ones, the ones
who got off on the agony and misery of others. The viciously jealous,
the wickedly sadistic. I hoped my offering was
suited to her standards. And on cue, Rapunzel
appeared at the treeline. From a distance, she was
still sort of beautiful, still moved with a natural grace. A few of the women spotted her, but the dirty white dress she wore seemed more chic than anything else, so they didn’t think much of her. An Instagram model, a
hiker, maybe the girl who was supposed to serve them
their damn finger sandwiches. Rapunzel stared from a distance. Her cold, red-rimmed
eyes staring balefully at the group of women. Burnt, chapped lips opened,
a rough whisper tumbling out, “Ask them”. Then, Luke stepped out from behind her, standing at her shoulder
like a loyal dog on alert. His varsity jacket was charred, but you could still make out the patches if you looked closely. He started walking toward the women, his gait steady and intent. The women assumed he was just another kid. After all, how scary is a varsity jacket? They were wrong, of course. By the time they blinked,
Luke was behind them, closer than he was a split second earlier. He was good at that. The next part was incredible
to see, even from a distance. Luke came up behind the pretty redhead, yanking her head back by the hair, hissing in her ear. He was asking her the same
thing he asked them all: “Who lit the fire?” She had no idea how to
answer, so he ripped her scalp out by the roots in one
rough tearing motion. The spray of blood finally spurred the frozen women into action. They scattered like the rodents they were, all of them fending for themselves. Another terrible mistake,
given that Luke and Rapunzel can sense wrongdoings. That’s what brings them
in the first place; to balance the scales. Luke made short work of the rest, leaving the trees and the
leaves dripping with blood. The whole meadow pattering
like a Spring rain. “Who lit the fire?” The last woman standing almost made it to the edge of the meadow and it seemed like she might escape. I was actually fine with that, seeing as she was the
one I didn’t recognize from the coffee shop. Then, Luke caught up to her, appearing in the shadow beneath a tree. His hand snapped out, catching
her by her blonde hair. I could hear her whimpering
from my vantage point. “Please, I don’t know”. Luke didn’t care, keeping her pinned there as she struggled to get free. Rapunzel approached slowly,
mesmerized by her prey. Luke looked up at her adoring, “Do you wanna ask her, Babe?”. Rapunzel stood over her, staring darkly. Then she knelt, sliding
her slender fingers through the last woman’s
hair, savoring it. Rapunzel moved in close,
whispering in the woman’s ear. She tried to fight ’em off,
sobbing, but it was no use. “I have no idea. “You’re crazy!” Rapunzel scowled,
annoyed at her insolence. She looked to Luke seemingly disappointed. “This one is just like
all the others; cruel”. Luke nodded, agreeing. Then tore her scalp off like the rest, dropping her corpse to
the ground like a puppet with cut strings. Luke stood over them both,
proudly watching his beloved. Then, the unthinkable happened. Luke turned, abruptly shifting his gaze to stare directly at me. I froze. Pure terror icing up my veins. And before I so much
as think of a way out, I heard the crunch of twigs behind me. Luke was here. I felt a cold hand snake
its way onto my scalp, grabbing my hair with
purpose, gripping me tight. Luke’s charred, flaked skin
rubbed against my cheek as he whispered his question. “Who lit the fire?” I didn’t know. I don’t think anybody did anymore. And I tried to tell him
that, but it didn’t matter. All I felt was a searing white hot pain in my head for a flash of a second before a warm red veil covered my gaze as I flopped down onto the forest floor. I could hear them
whispering to each other, just barely over the sound
of my own thundering heart. “She didn’t know”. Rapunzel sounded almost sad. Luke comforted her, touching her arm. “But one of them will, and
then we can leave together”. Rapunzel nodded, linking arms with him as they started walking away. The last thing I saw was Luke and Rapunzel moving off into the trees, handfuls of fresh scalps
dangling from their fists. Off to find those who
needed to be reminded of their place in the world. Off to find an end to their journey. (dramatic music)

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