Purple Toad DCC Aberrant Reports



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OFFICIAL DCC SE-19 REPORT: "in the woods?"

Processed By: Ronald Bilkins Sent By: Anonymous
Date/Time Received: 1 July 2019 Date/Time Processed: 2 July 2019
Transcript of Report Received: Somethins out in the woods. I know it. Mimi says she thinks its just the coyotes. Naw. Aint coyotes. Night dont smell like a coyote night. Not t'mention Mimi passed away three years ago last…four years ago today, actually.

OFFICIAL DCC SE-19 REPORT: "no you're not first I'm am first"

Processed By: Nicholas Krumivich Sent By: {$sender}
Date/Time Received: 10/5/2019 Date/Time Processed: {$processed}
Transcript of Report Received: That rock still hasn't fallen yet. It's just sitting there in mid air where the cliff should be.

OFFICIAL DCC SE-19 REPORT: "Allen I'm so sorry"

Processed By: Allen Reeve Sent By: Elise Rogers
Date/Time Received: 1 July 2019 Date/Time Processed: 5 July 2019
Transcript of Report Received: Allen. We found Rob's backpack on your front porch around 2pm. Plain daylight. Still had all his homework in it, absolutely pristine. We spent the afternoon out there looking around and we found him just at dusk, two miles from Porter's creek, it had had him spread out there on a wooden frame. I don't know how to describe to you the state of the body, but it's been three hours and I still feel numb. We just stood there in shock. He'd had been sitting there stretched out tanning in the sun like that, just in broad daylight, and the birds were still singing like nothing had happened, like nothing cared, like we were nothing, like he was nothing. We went back to the meeting hall. We have absolutely no idea what to do, we couldn't bring ourselves to touch it to move him out of there. Bill took out that young one of theirs, remember, made it into a carpet two months ago. Felix and I think it was revenge. We had no idea they could feel and I have no idea if he's going to be okay, or if you're going to be okay, we tried to call you but you didn't pick up, we had no idea we were going to find him like this, and it's just… oh my god, Allen, it's still just sitting out there. I'm so fucking sorry. I have no idea how to tell you, but it's been hours since we found him and the sun's down and he's still just sitting out there, two miles from Porter's, stretched out on that goddamn frame. Oh my god, Allen, this was how they must have felt. Oh my god. The birds were still singing.

OFFICIAL DCC SE-19 REPORT: "Ghost Butter"

Processed By: Ronald Bilkins Sent By: {$sender}
Date/Time Received: July 16 2019 Date/Time Processed: {$processed}
Transcript of Report Received: Hey it's Dan from the Rapid Otters. Wife dragged me to one of the hippie-dippie health food stores. Picked up a jar of Ghost Butter thinking it was just a fancy brand of Mayo, now my house is haunted. Doors open and close at random. Furniture stacks itself at night. Shrill whispers can be heard through the walls. Got no idea how to deal with Spectres. More of a Cryptid guy myself. If any Spectre guys near Michigan can get in touch, me and the missus will be mighty grateful. Also, my poop is semi-transparent.

OFFICIAL DCC SE-19 REPORT: "Clockface"

Processed By: James Goodwill Sent By: Anonymous
Date/Time Received: June 14, 3:32am Date/Time Processed: June 14, 2:30am (not a typo)
Transcript of Report Received: It was a cold night, but not colder than usual. I was out way later than I really should have been. I had left the house at around about 11pm because we couldn't find the dog anywhere in the house and we were worried it had eacaped and run off into the woods. The woods were dark — too dark to see. I had to listen carefully for the dog. Instead of barking, like I had hoped, I heard something else. Something worse than silence. It was the ticking of a clock. A quick click every second. I couldn't tell where it was coming from. Somewhere deep in the woods ahead of me. I walked deeper, hoping to find the source. I was expecting to find a little clock sitting out in the grass. I was wrong. As I scuffled through leaves, the ticking got louder. It got louder and louder until it was piercing my ears, but I had no sign of a source. That is, until the ticking started to slow. It went from every second to every second and a half to every three and so on. As the ticking slowed, so did everything else. A leaf fell from a tree. It moved gracefully, decending at unbearable slowness. I stopped walking at the seight and sound of a shake in a bush from behind. I turned around. Behind me stood a man. A tall man. He wore a fancy suit and had a scuffed, white beard. His face… it was the ticking. His face was replaced with an analog clock. The second hand moved with the ticks. They were incredibly slow. One tick every ten seconds. I tried to back away, but the world was crawling. It was like running through budder, and then, it was like concrete. The ticking stopped. The world stopped with it. I saw the clock. It was frozen. I remember it vividly. 11:55 and 23 seconds. I couldn't breath. I couldn't move. I couldn't blink. But I could still see, and think, and feel. The man, frozen with me, suddenly jolted his arm to his head. He was wearing a wrist watch, seemingly wanting to check the time. The clock wasn't moving. After what felt like an entire minute of him staring at the unmoving watch, he dropped his hand back to his side. He then approached me, his clockface up to me. He looked at me without eyes. He stuck his hand in my pockets, finding nothing except a couple dimes I had as change from a vending machine. He took them, dancing them in his hand before dropping them into his own pocket. The ticks started again. The clock was moving again and the world did too. The second hand, it was going fast — too fast. The world was rapid. The wind hit me like a hurricane. The ticks went 50 times a second. I fell to the ground in an instant. I hit the dirty floor with incredible force, and yet it did not hurt. But I was dizzy. The world spun around me in a blurr. It went around and around, circling my vision a hundred times before it stopped. The ticking slowed. I regained my senses. The daze ceased. I got up, the man was gone. Everything felt normal again. After a moment, I caught my breath and returned home. I hadn't gone very far in the woods at all, but when I got back and checked the time, it was four in the morning. And the dog was there. It was sitting there by the clock, sleeping around the corner in a spot I had missed. It must had been there the whole time.

OFFICIAL DCC SE-19 REPORT: "Store To Nowhere"

Processed By: Andy Manilla Sent By: {$sender}
Date/Time Received: 8/3/2016 Date/Time Processed: {$processed}
Transcript of Report Received: I was in La Ronge, Saskatchewan, visiting my ex. I was sitting at a table outside of a burger joint, and there was this run down book store across the street. None of the lights were on, and it looked like one of those 80s B-Films, where the teens are butchered alive and eaten. I thought nothing of it, but it still looked creepy to me. I then noticed a kid walk up to it. She opened the door and, despite the rugged view from the windows, a hallway with mounds upon mounds of books at every corner stretched before her. Before I got a chance to get up, she ran inside, shutting the door behind her. I ran over to the store and swung the door open. I was greeted by a cloud of dust, creaky wooden floorboards, and a few old books rotting on the floor. As far as I know, she's still missing.

OFFICIAL DCC SE-19 REPORT: "1980 CANCELLER"

Processed By: Ronald Bilkins Sent By: BIIIIIIIIIIIIIILL
Date/Time Received: 11 February 2019 Date/Time Processed: 8 July 2019
Transcript of Report Received: BOUGHT A BOX AT WEAKLEY COUNTY RESALE. BUTTON INSIDE. PAPER TOO. PAPER SAID THE BUTTON CANCELLED 1980. PAPER SAID THE BUTTON GOES BACK IN TIME AND ELIMINATES THE YEAR 1980 FROM THE TIMELINE, KEEPS THE WHOLE THING FROM HAPPENING. PUSHED THE BUTTON. APPARENTLY EVERYONE DECIDED TO CALL 1981 1980 INSTEAD AND PRETENDED IT HAPPENED. WHERE'S THE RAINBOW MESSIAH? WHO'S RONALD REAGAN? PEOPLE HAVING BABIES AGAIN? ANYWAY DON'T SHOP AT WEAKLEY COUNTY RESALE 0/5 STARS

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