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Mr. Widemouth

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another creepy clown story.

The creepy pasta is worded a little differently from one version to another, so the Wikia's will be indicated by "CP1", Scary4Kids's will get "CP2", and where all versions mesh, it'll be "🙎🙎‍♂CP:". This stands for creepy pasta..

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🙎CP1: During my childhood
🙎‍♂CP2: When I was a child,
🙎CP1: my family was like a drop of water in a vast river,

🧝‍♀Ocean: Huh?

🙎‍♂CP2: my family moved around a lot.
🙎CP1: never remaining in one location
🙎‍♂CP2: We never stayed in the same place
🙎🙎‍♂CP: for long.
🙎‍♂CP2: and it seemed as if we were always on the move.

🧝‍♀Ocean: Maybe so, but in trying to bring that point home in so many words, you've managed to keep the plot from moving.

🙎‍♂CP2: Because of this, many of my early memories are fuzzy and unclear.

🧝‍♀Ocean: That and just being a child - you're not going to remember a lot of stuff with absolute clarity from your formative years.

🙎CP1: We settled in Rhode Island when I was eight, and there we remained until I went to college in Colorado Springs. Most of my memories are rooted in Rhode Island, but there are fragments in the attic of my brain which belong to the various homes we had lived in when I was much younger.

🧝‍♀Ocean: "in the attic of my brain". Ugh.

🙎CP1: Most of these memories are unclear and pointless – chasing after another boy in the back yard of a house in North Carolina, trying to build a raft to float on the creek behind the apartment we rented in Pennsylvania, and so on.

🧝‍♀Ocean: Not pointless to you, though, fond childhood memories are part of what helps you stay young at heart.

🙎CP1: But
🙎‍♂CP2: However,
🙎🙎‍♂CP: there is one
🙎CP1: set of memories
🙎‍♂CP2: period of time that
🙎CP1: which
🙎🙎‍♂CP: remains as clear
🙎CP1: as glass,
🙎‍♂CP2: in my mind,
🙎🙎‍♂CP: as though
🙎CP1: they were just made
🙎‍♂CP2: it all happened just
🙎🙎‍♂CP: yesterday.
🙎🙎‍♂CP: I often wonder whether these memories
🙎CP1: are
🙎‍♂CP2: were
🙎🙎‍♂CP: simply
🙎CP1: lucid dreams produced
🙎‍♂CP2: hallucinations caused
🙎🙎‍♂CP: by the long sickness I experienced that Spring, but in my heart, I know they are real.

🧝‍♀Ocean: Sickness would explain them if they were particularly strange, but that sort of memory usually fades quickly.
But whatever.

🙎🙎‍♂CP: We were living in a
🙎‍♂CP2: large
🙎🙎‍♂CP: house
🙎‍♂CP2: on the outskirts
🙎CP1: just outside the bustling metropolis
🙎🙎‍♂CP: of
🙎‍♂CP2: the city.
🙎CP1: New Vineyard, Maine, population 643.

🧝‍♀Ocean: Like holy crap, that totally dwarfs New York City! Lol

🙎CP1: It was a large structure, especially for a family of three.
🙎‍♂CP2: As a family of three, we didn’t really need such a big home and
🙎🙎‍♂CP: There were a number of rooms that
🙎CP1: I didn’t see
🙎‍♂CP2: we never used
🙎CP1: in
🙎‍♂CP2: during
🙎🙎‍♂CP: the five months we
🙎CP1: resided
🙎‍♂CP2: spent
🙎🙎‍♂CP: there.
🙎🙎‍♂CP: In some ways, it was a waste of space, but it was the only house
🙎CP1: on the market
🙎‍♂CP2: we could find
🙎🙎‍♂CP: at the time,
🙎‍♂CP2: that was close
🙎CP1: at least within an hour’s commute
🙎🙎‍♂CP: to my father’s place of work.

🧝‍♀Ocean: Good to know. Interesting how vague this memory of yours was of all this...

🙎🙎‍♂CP: The day after my fifth birthday
🙎CP1: (attended by my parents alone),

🧝‍♀Ocean: Oh boo-hoo. I get it. You gots no friends because you were moving' all da time. I'm just so sick of everybody trying to yank the sympathy centre in my brain for themselves or for people they want me feeling sorry for and horrible about.

🙎🙎‍♂CP: I came down with a
🙎‍♂CP2: terrible
🙎🙎‍♂CP: fever. The doctor said I had
🙎CP1: mononucleosis, which meant
🙎‍♂CP2: to rest in bed for three weeks and concentrate on getting well.
🙎CP1: no rough play and more fever for at least another three weeks.

🧝‍♀Ocean: Well, if you want to come out of this all right, you have to take it easy.

🙎🙎‍♂CP: It was
🙎‍♂CP2: a
🙎🙎‍♂CP: horrible
🙎CP1: timing
🙎‍♂CP2: time
🙎🙎‍♂CP: to be bed-ridden–
🙎‍♂CP2: as
🙎🙎‍♂CP: we were
🙎CP1: in the process of packing our things
🙎‍♂CP2: getting ready
🙎🙎‍♂CP: to move
🙎CP1: to Pennsylvania,
🙎🙎‍♂CP: and most of my
🙎CP1: things
🙎‍♂CP2: toys
🙎🙎‍♂CP: were already packed away in boxes,.
🙎CP1: leaving my room barren.
🙎‍♂CP2: My bedroom was almost empty and I had very little to keep myself entertained.
🙎🙎‍♂CP: My mother brought me
🙎‍♂CP2: some
🙎🙎‍♂CP: ginger ale and
🙎‍♂CP2: a few
🙎🙎‍♂CP: books
🙎🙎‍♂CP: several times a day,.
🙎CP1: and these served the function of being my primary form of entertainment for the next few weeks.
🙎‍♂CP2: Other than that, there was precious little for me to do.
🙎CP1: Boredom always loomed just around the corner, waiting to rear its ugly head and compound my misery.

🧝‍♀Ocean: You talk as if boredom is something to be dreaded, when as far as negative experiences go, it's actually at the milder end of the spectrum.

🙎‍♂CP2: I was always bored and grew more miserable by the day.

🧝‍♀Ocean: If you are really sick and fatigued, you're going to be too tired to be bored. The problem is more discomfort.

🙎🙎‍♂CP: I don’t exactly recall how I met Mr. Widemouth. I think it was about a week after I was diagnosed with
🙎CP1: mono.
🙎‍♂CP2: the fever and confined to bed.
🙎🙎‍♂CP: My first memory of
🙎‍♂CP2: him
🙎CP1: the small creature was
🙎‍♂CP2: is
🙎CP1: asking
🙎‍♂CP2: when I asked
🙎🙎‍♂CP: him if he had a name. He told me to call him Mr. Widemouth, because his mouth was large. In fact, everything about him was large in comparison to his body– his head, his eyes, his crooked ears–
 but his mouth was by far the largest.

🧝‍♀Ocean: So, he was misshapen and goofy looking.

🙎🙎‍♂CP: “You look kind of like a Furby,” I said as he flipped through one of my books.

🧝‍♀Ocean: Hardly. Most furbies have small mouthes, that is, from an appearance standpoint.. They have big mouths figuratively speaking, in that, they don't know when to shut up. Their ears aren't generally crooked, they may stick out or lop down to the side or forward, and some furbies don't have visible ears.

Examples:

1

2

So apparently the point was to compare the following furby from the Mark story to Mr. Widemouth.

Creepy_Furby_by_awright60.jpg

Here's Mr. Widemouth.

Mr_Widemouth.jpg

Mr-Widemouth.jpg

And here are some furbies that really don't look anything like him.

Fussby

Loveby

Nerdby

🙎CP1: I shrugged. “You know
 the
🙎CP1: toy.
🙎‍♂CP2: toys.
🙎🙎‍♂CP: The little
🙎‍♂CP2: furry robots
🙎CP1: robot
🙎🙎‍♂CP: with the big ears. You can pet
🙎‍♂CP2: them
🙎🙎‍♂CP: and feed them,
 almost like
🙎‍♂CP2: they’re
🙎CP1: a
🙎🙎‍♂CP: real
🙎CP1: pet.”
🙎‍♂CP2: pets.”
🙎🙎‍♂CP: “Oh,.”
🙎‍♂CP2: replied
🙎🙎‍♂CP: Mr. Widemouth
🙎CP1: resumed his activity.
🙎🙎‍♂CP: “You don’t need one of those. They aren’t the same as having a real friend.”

🧝‍♀Ocean: Know what, Widemouth? You wouldn't know the meaning of real friendship, and even furbies make better friends than the likes of you. They don't try to get five-year-olds to kill themselves, and they don't put people into dangerous situations where they could be killed or seriously hurt. So stick it in one of your big crooked ears and shut your wide mouth.

🙎🙎‍♂CP: I remember
🙎‍♂CP2: that
🙎🙎‍♂CP: Mr. Widemouth
🙎‍♂CP2: seemed to disappear
🙎CP1: disappearing
🙎🙎‍♂CP: every time my mother stopped by to check in on me.

🧝‍♀Ocean: Just like that other exceedingly vile clown known as Laughing Jack. *Scowl*

🙎🙎‍♂CP: “I
🙎CP1: lay
🙎‍♂CP2: hide
🙎🙎‍♂CP: under your bed,” he later explained. “I don’t want your parents to see me because I’m afraid they won’t let us play
🙎‍♂CP2: together
🙎🙎‍♂CP: anymore.”

🧝‍♀Ocean: Because when even a sickly little kid can figure you out for what you are, an adult would in no time.

🙎🙎‍♂CP: We didn’t do much during those first few days. Mr. Widemouth just looked at my books, fascinated by the stories and pictures they contained.

🧝‍♀Ocean: Nah, he was just pretending to be fascinated to lull you into a false sense of security and friendship with him.

🙎🙎‍♂CP: The third or fourth morning after I met him, he greeted me with a large smile on his face.

🧝‍♀Ocean: Because he got some really no-good idea up his sleeve concerning you.

🙎🙎‍♂CP: “I have a new game we can play,” he said. “We have to wait until after your mother comes to check on you, because she can’t see us play it. It’s a secret game.”

🧝‍♀Ocean: "It will be our secret" said the child molester to his prey...

Never trust strangers who want you keeping their secrets.

And to Widemouth, if a game has to be kept secret, it's obviously not a good game...

🙎CP1: After
🙎🙎‍♂CP: My mother
🙎‍♂CP2: came in with
🙎CP1: delivered
🙎‍♂CP2: a few
🙎🙎‍♂CP: more books and
🙎‍♂CP2: some
🙎🙎‍♂CP: soda at the usual time.
🙎‍♂CP2: After she left,
🙎🙎‍♂CP: Mr. Widemouth slipped out from under the bed and tugged
🙎‍♂CP2: me by the
🙎CP1: my
🙎🙎‍♂CP: hand.
🙎🙎‍♂CP: “We have to go the the room at the end of
🙎CP1: this
🙎‍♂CP2: the
🙎🙎‍♂CP: hallway,” he said.
🙎🙎‍♂CP: I objected at first,
🙎CP1: as
🙎‍♂CP2: because
🙎🙎‍♂CP: my parents had forbidden me to leave my bed without their permission,.
🙎CP1: but
🙎🙎‍♂CP: Mr. Widemouth persisted until,
🙎‍♂CP2: finally,
🙎🙎‍♂CP: I gave in.
🙎🙎‍♂CP: The room
🙎CP1: in question
🙎‍♂CP2: at the end of the hall
🙎🙎‍♂CP: had no furniture or wallpaper. Its only distinguishing feature was a window opposite the doorway.
🙎🙎‍♂CP: Mr. Widemouth darted across the room and gave the window a firm push, flinging it open.
🙎CP1: He then
🙎‍♂CP2: Then, he
🙎🙎‍♂CP: beckoned
🙎‍♂CP2: to me and told
🙎🙎‍♂CP: me to look out at the ground below.
🙎🙎‍♂CP: We were on the second story of the house, but it was on a hill, and from this angle the drop was
🙎CP1: farther
🙎‍♂CP2: more
🙎🙎‍♂CP: than two stories due to the incline.

🧝‍♀Ocean: There was no mention of the size of the window, so if it was just a small one and well above the level of the floor, it's cool. Weird room, maybe a storage room.

🙎🙎‍♂CP: “I like to play pretend up here,” Mr. Widemouth explained. “I pretend that there is a big, soft trampoline below this window, and I jump. If you pretend hard enough you bounce back up like a feather. I want you to try.”

🧝‍♀Ocean: Clue to Mr. Widemouth, you can pretend as hard as you want but that won't turn your pretence into reality. But you already know that... You're just hoping this poor sick kid doesn't. *Scowl*

What in the world would a window big enough for a five-year-old to jump through, be doing, close enough to the ground and openable, making that jump even possible? Really, the design of this in a residence makes absolutely no sense. There would be way too much risk of falls out of it. If there was a balcony to step out on, it would make sense. But this just doesn't.

🙎🙎‍♂CP: I was a five-year-old with a
🙎‍♂CP2: high
🙎🙎‍♂CP: fever, so
🙎‍♂CP2: I wasn’t thinking very clearly
🙎CP1: only a hint of skepticism darted through my thoughts
🙎🙎‍♂CP: as I looked down and considered the possibility. “It’s a long drop,” I said.

🧝‍♀Ocean: I wouldn't even chance a drop like that now, so how much more terrifying it would look to a small child. *Glares at Mr. Widemouth*

🙎🙎‍♂CP: “But that’s all a part of the fun,.”
🙎‍♂CP2: he replied.

🧝‍♀Ocean: Fun for you only, Widemouth. *Continues glaring*

🙎🙎‍♂CP: It wouldn’t be fun if it was only a short drop. If it were that way you may as well just bounce on a real trampoline.”

🧝‍♀Ocean: Duh, Widemouth, real trampolines are actually fun...

🙎🙎‍♂CP: I toyed with the idea, picturing myself falling through thin air only to bounce back to the window on something unseen by human eyes. But the realist in me prevailed. “Maybe some other time,” I said. “I don’t know if I have enough imagination. I could get hurt.”

🧝‍♀Ocean: Good thinking.

🙎🙎‍♂CP: Mr. Widemouth’s face contorted into a snarl, but only for a moment. Anger gave way to disappointment. “If you say so,” he
🙎CP1: said.
🙎‍♂CP2: sighed.

🧝‍♀Ocean: Loser! Definitely nothing at all like a real friend!

🙎🙎‍♂CP: He spent the rest of the day under my bed, quiet as a mouse.

🧝‍♀Ocean: And that would've been great if he never reared his ugly head again. But...

🙎🙎‍♂CP: The following morning Mr. Widemouth arrived holding a small box. “I want to teach you how to juggle,” he said. “Here are some things you can use to practice, before I start giving you lessons.”
🙎🙎‍♂CP: I looked in the box. It was full of knives.

🧝‍♀Ocean: *Rolling eyes* Why am I not surprised? *Pfft*

🙎🙎‍♂CP: “My parents will kill me!” I shouted, horrified that Mr. Widemouth had brought knives into my room–.
🙎CP1: objects that
🙎🙎‍♂CP: My parents would never allow me to touch.
🙎‍♂CP2: them.
🙎🙎‍♂CP: “I’ll be spanked and grounded for a year!”
🙎🙎‍♂CP: Mr. Widemouth frowned. “It’s fun to juggle with these. I want you to try it.”
🙎🙎‍♂CP: I pushed the box away. “I can’t. I’ll get in trouble. Knives aren’t safe to just throw
🙎‍♂CP2: around
🙎🙎‍♂CP: in the air.”
🙎🙎‍♂CP: Mr. Widemouth’s frown deepened into a scowl. He took the box of knives and
🙎‍♂CP2: then
🙎🙎‍♂CP: slid
🙎‍♂CP2: himself
🙎🙎‍♂CP: under my bed, remaining there the rest of the day.

🧝‍♀Ocean: Like I said, loser moron Widemouth doesn't know the first thing about being a real friend.

🙎🙎‍♂CP: I began to wonder how often he was under
🙎CP1: me.
🙎‍♂CP2: there.

🧝‍♀Ocean: The proverbial monster under the bed. *Sneer*

🙎🙎‍♂CP: I started having trouble sleeping after that. Mr. Widemouth often woke me up at night, saying he put a real trampoline under the window, a big
🙎‍♂CP2: invisible
🙎🙎‍♂CP: one,.
🙎‍♂CP2: He said
🙎🙎‍♂CP: that I couldn’t see
🙎‍♂CP2: it
🙎🙎‍♂CP: in the dark.

🧝‍♀Ocean: *Scowl* Waking up a sick little kid who needs rest to get well, trying to get this kid to jump out a two-story window. Somebody should jump, but it is not this kid, Widemouth! *Glare*

🙎🙎‍♂CP: I always declined and tried to go back to sleep, but Mr. Widemouth persisted.

🧝‍♀Ocean: Aaaagh! Good job on your part. As for you, Widemouth, buzz off, or else!

🙎🙎‍♂CP: Sometimes he stayed by my side until early in the morning, encouraging me to jump.

🧝‍♀Ocean: Not staying by your side to comfort you the way Toby the furby does for Jessica in this story. Toby is welcome. Widemouth is not!

🙎🙎‍♂CP: He wasn’t so fun to play with anymore.

🧝‍♀Ocean: No kidding...

🙎CP1: My mother came to me one morning and told me I
🙎‍♂CP2: was well enough
🙎CP1: had her permission
🙎🙎‍♂CP: to
🙎‍♂CP2: go outside and walk around
🙎CP1: walk around outside.
🙎‍♂CP2: for a while.
🙎CP1: She thought the fresh air would
🙎CP1: be good for me,
🙎‍♂CP2: do me some good,
🙎🙎‍♂CP: especially after being confined to my room for so long. Ecstatic, I put on my sneakers and trotted out to the back porch, yearning
🙎‍♂CP2: to feel
🙎CP1: for the feeling of
🙎🙎‍♂CP: the sun on my face.

🧝‍♀Ocean: Good sign you were getting better.

🙎🙎‍♂CP: Mr. Widemouth was
🙎‍♂CP2: outside,
🙎🙎‍♂CP: waiting for me.

🧝‍♀Ocean: *Unfriendly stare at Mr. Widemouth* Next you're going to tell this kid to play in the street because the cars are all pretend and won't hurt him if they hit him, right? *Scowl* Oh, shove off already!

🙎🙎‍♂CP: “I have something I want you to see,” he said.

🧝‍♀Ocean: Yeah I'll just bet you do... *Hiss*

🙎🙎‍♂CP: I must have given him a weird look, because he
🙎CP1: then said,
🙎‍♂CP2: added,
🙎🙎‍♂CP: “It’s safe, I promise.”

🧝‍♀Ocean: Yeah right. You kept trying to tell him your nonexistent trampoline was safe too. Liar.

🙎🙎‍♂CP: I followed him

🧝‍♀Ocean: Not a good idea.

🙎‍♂CP2: and he led me
🙎🙎‍♂CP: to
🙎CP1: the beginning of
🙎🙎‍♂CP: a
🙎CP1: deer
🙎🙎‍♂CP: trail
🙎‍♂CP2: that
🙎CP1: which
🙎🙎‍♂CP: ran through the woods behind the house.

🧝‍♀Ocean: Better go back home before this louse gets you lost out there.

🙎🙎‍♂CP: “This is an important path,” he explained. “I’ve had a lot of friends about your age.

🧝‍♀Ocean: Keyword, "had" as in, you were so odious that everyone eventually turned against you, or else you managed to kill at least some of them, Mr. Widemouth. *Sneer*

🙎🙎‍♂CP: When they were ready, I took them down this path, to a special place. You aren’t ready yet, but one day, I hope to take you there.”

🧝‍♀Ocean: Ready, for what exactly? Oh, just shut up and take off, Widemouth...!

🙎🙎‍♂CP: I returned to the house, wondering what kind of place lay
🙎CP1: beyond
🙎‍♂CP2: at the end of
🙎🙎‍♂CP: that trail.

🧝‍♀Ocean: Good. You got away, unharmed.

🙎🙎‍♂CP: Two weeks after I met Mr. Widemouth,

🧝‍♀Ocean: He had become a real twisted nuisance.

🙎‍♂CP2: we packed the last of our belongings
🙎CP1: the last load of our things had been packed
🙎🙎‍♂CP: into a moving truck.
🙎‍♂CP2: and were about to set off on the long drive to our new home.
🙎CP1: I would be in the cab of that truck, sitting next to my father for the long drive to Pennsylvania.
🙎🙎‍♂CP: I considered telling Mr. Widemouth that I would be leaving, but even at five years old, I was beginning to suspect that perhaps the creature’s intentions were not to my benefit, despite what he
🙎CP1: said otherwise.
🙎‍♂CP2: claimed.
🙎🙎‍♂CP: For this reason, I decided to keep my departure a secret.

🧝‍♀Ocean: Very good thinking. Otherwise, he would've found another way to try bumping you off before then.

🙎CP1: My father and I were in the truck at 4 a.m. He was hoping to make it to Pennsylvania by lunch time tomorrow with the help of an endless supply of coffee and a six-pack of energy drinks. He seemed more like a man who was about to run a marathon rather than one who was about to spend two days sitting still.
🙎‍♂CP2: It was 4AM by the time we were ready to leave. My mother helped me into the truck and my father was sitting behind the wheel.
🙎CP1: “Early enough for you,” my father asked with a hint of sympathy?
🙎🙎‍♂CP: I
🙎CP1: nodded and
🙎🙎‍♂CP: placed my head against the window, hoping for some sleep before the sun came up.
🙎CP1: I felt my father’s hand on my shoulder. “This is the last move, son, I promise. I know it’s hard for you, as sick as you’ve been. Once daddy gets promoted we can settle down and you can make friends.”
🙎CP1: I opened my eyes
🙎🙎‍♂CP: As we backed out of the driveway,.
🙎🙎‍♂CP: I
🙎‍♂CP2: looked up and
🙎🙎‍♂CP: saw Mr. Widemouth’s silhouette in my bedroom window.

🧝‍♀Ocean: And did your parents see it as well?

🙎🙎‍♂CP: He stood
🙎‍♂CP2: there,
🙎CP1: motionless until the truck was about to turn onto the main road. He gave a pitiful little wave good-bye,

🧝‍♀Ocean: *Pfft* Tough life, eh Mr. Widemouth? *Smirk*

🙎‍♂CP2: a
🙎🙎‍♂CP: steak knife in
🙎‍♂CP2: his other
🙎🙎‍♂CP: hand.

🧝‍♀Ocean: *Scowls back at Widemouth* So you didn't get to kill this kid, boo-hoo for you. *Sneer*

🙎🙎‍♂CP: I didn’t wave back.

🧝‍♀Ocean: Good! The last thing you should do is invite him to try something like jumping on to the roof of the cab and following you to your next residence.

🙎🙎‍♂CP: Years later, I
🙎‍♂CP2: was passing through the area and decided to
🙎CP1: returned to New Vineyard.
🙎‍♂CP2: return and pay a visit to that house.
🙎‍♂CP2: I found that
🙎🙎‍♂CP: The piece of land our house
🙎‍♂CP2: had
🙎🙎‍♂CP: stood
🙎‍♂CP2: on
🙎CP1: upon
🙎🙎‍♂CP: was empty except for the foundation, as the house burned down a few years after
🙎CP1: my family
🙎‍♂CP2: we
🙎🙎‍♂CP: left.
🙎🙎‍♂CP: Out of curiosity, I followed the
🙎CP1: deer
🙎🙎‍♂CP: trail that Mr. Widemouth had shown me. Part of me expected him to jump out from behind a tree and scare the living
🙎CP1: bejeesus

🧝‍♀Ocean: I really don't like that expression...

🙎‍♂CP2: daylights

🧝‍♀Ocean: that's better.

🙎🙎‍♂CP: out of me, but I felt that Mr. Widemouth was gone, somehow tied to the house that no longer existed.

🧝‍♀Ocean: Now that's where I get curious. Did he move on to a different house, or did he just die of old age or some nasty illness, or did he get himself killed while trying to kill another kid? There are some possibilities.

🙎🙎‍♂CP: The trail ended at
🙎CP1: the New Vineyard Memorial
🙎‍♂CP2: a small
🙎🙎‍♂CP: cemetery.

🧝‍♀Ocean: That's it?

🙎🙎‍♂CP: I noticed that many of the tombstones belonged to children.

🧝‍♀Ocean: *Scowl* It would be just like Widemouth to loiter around a place like that. But all this "You aren't ready" stuff, I don't get it.

One thing I really like about this story, though, is that unlike so many other pasta creeps, Mr. Widemouth couldn't prevail on this kid, and actually failed to have him/her done in. A refreshing change to see a killing spirit fail and have their potential victim get away.

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