Nightmare Soup Tales That Will Turn Your Stomach

The Ventriloquist

Brandon walked out of the show with his jaw practically on the

floor. He beamed up at his dad. "That was the best ventriloquist

I've ever seen."

His dad agreed. "Usually, I don't like those types of

performances, but I have to admit, it was amazing. He must have

been using some type of electronics or hidden audio."

"He was whistling while the dummy was talking, how is that

even possible?"

"I have no idea, but it was certainly impressive."

Brandon had been fascinated by ventriloquists for the past 6

months. His dad kept trying to convince him that it was just a

phase, but Brandon was sure that he only wanted to be one thing

when he grew up, a ventriloquist.

His dad eventually gave in and bought him a cheap dummy;

Brandon practiced day and night. After about a month of work, he

was getting pretty good, but he wanted to be better. He decided to

go back to the performance and find the ventriloquist. He wanted

to ask him for some tips.

The show concluded, and the ventriloquist took a bow. He then

disappeared behind the curtain. Brandon waited until theater

security wasn't looking, and then snuck to the back.

He heard two angry voices coming from the dressing room.

"We need to come up with another act. I'm so sick of this one."

"Well, what do you suggest, Jerry? You're supposedly the

creative one."

Brandon peeked through a crack in the door and saw the

ventriloquist talking to his dummy.

He took a step back and stepped on a discarded can.

"Who's there?" The ventriloquist burst through the door and

glared down at Brandon.

"What are you doing here, kid? Don't

you know it's not right to spy on people?"

"I... I'm sorry, sir. I just heard voices back here." Brandon held

up his dummy. "I just wanted to ask for some tips."

The ventriloquist paused, humbled that the kid had such

interest and just wanted advice.

"Well kid, I have to be honest...

This whole thing isn't what it seems."

The dummy suddenly sprung to life. "He's right kid. It's kind

of a scam."

The ventriloquist removed his shirt. The dummy wasn't a

dummy at all. It was a small person. A huge mass of mangled flesh

and bone fused the two at the shoulder.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you. I'm no ventriloquist. And this

isn't a dummy, it's my twin brother. Please don't tell anyone."

The malformed twin slowly leaned forward and squinted his

beady misshapen eyes at Brandon, "Maybe we should get rid of

him. Besides, if only one of us commits a crime, how can they put

us both in jail?"

The ventriloquist immediately smacked his brother in the face,

"Shut up, Jerry... Sorry about that kid. But our little secret,

okay?"

"Yes... yes, sir." Brandon stumbled over his words as he

slowly backed away from the dressing room door. He then turned

and sprinted home as fast as he could.

Brandon never touched a dummy again. He grew up and

became a dentist.