Wes’s interview with “Chris” (Part 1)

DarkCornerChris (name changed because he is a minor) is a homeless and orphaned African American boy who frequents the shelter in Memphis where I volunteer. He seems wise beyond his years and has an uncanny knack for avoiding group and foster homes or other various institutions. Occasionally they catch him but he always ends back on the streets fending for himself.

One day over lunch I overheard him teasing another young boy that the “Boy in the Corner” was going to get him. When I asked him about it, he told me a freaky urban legend that has made the rounds in the area. It harkens back to some familiar territory as urban legends often do, but I had never heard this one before. The creepy thing is that the more I looked into this story, a bigger, more ominous mythology emerged from this simple, yet inventive urban ghost story. As the bigger picture began to emerge, I decided to start up this blog to record what I had found for all you people who are interested in spooky folklore.

Part 2 of the interview HERE…

Chris agreed to let me record him in an interview. Here is the story he told me:

Wes: Okay, Chris. First tell me who you are and how old are you.

Chris: I’m Chris. I’m 10 years old.

Wes: How long have you been living on the streets, Chris?

Chris: I don’t know. Forever.

Wes: Couldn’t be forever, right? Where did you live before?

Chris: Social Services kept putting me in foster homes. I just run away.

Wes: When’s the last time you were in a home?

Chris (shrugging): Awhile now.

Wes: How do you live out there?

Chris: People give me stuff. They tell me, “We don’t want you starving or nothing,” and they give me stuff.

Wes: Like?

Chris: Food and money… and clothes.

Wes: And they don’t try to turn you in to Social Services?

Chris (LAUGHS): Sometimes they try. They can’t do shit though, you know. I just run away.

Wes: Chris, the other day you told me about the Boy in the Corner.

Chris: Yeah.

Wes: Tell me that story again.

Chris: Again?

Wes: Yeah, that’s why I’m interviewing you. C’mon, tell it again.

Chris: Man, it’s just this thing folks on the streets say.

Wes: What people?

Chris: You know, folks that other folks don’t like talking to. They say shit, like the Boy in the Corner shit.

Wes: Alright, tell it to me.

Chris: There’s this boy. They said he was a bad boy, like always getting into trouble.

Wes: Like how bad?

Chris: He was the worst boy ever. He so bad his parents sent him to the corner forever. Like he should be an old man or dead or something now but he ain’t cause he’s still sitting in that corner.

Wes: What did he do to get sent to the corner?

Chris: I don’t know, like the worst thing in the world. Something so bad you can’t even talk about it.

Wes: Where is he now?

Chris (shakes head): Different places. Like places where fools don’t go like basements or attics or rooms that only got one way you can get out, but he always in that corner.

Wes: How does he get around?

Chris: It’s just like ‘pop!” and he’s there. You walk up and he surprise you. Just sitting in that corner, staring at you.

Wes: So he’s a ghost?

Chris: NO! Ghosts is like Casper and shit. That’s baby talk man.

Wes: You ever seen him?

Chris: I did one time but I got out of there. Nuh uh. I’m not going to mess around with that bad “Qwatha” (spelling?) mojo.

Wes: What is a “Qwatha”?

Chris. They ain’t no joke. That’s all I’m saying. You ain’t supposed to talk about them and shit. They real bad. Like badder than anything.

Wes: Okay, what did the Boy look like?

Chris: Like black. Not like black like black folks, he’s dirty like he ain’t ever had a bath. He’s so dirty, he look black. I only see his eyes, looking at me. It was real dark.

Wes: Where was this?

Chris: This old house nobody was staying at down off of Poplar. Well, there were some bums in there, like some black old bums but the bathtub don’t work so I made a bed in there and they leave me alone. I gone to Beale to get money and I came back and they all gone. I go looking around and this one room had trash bags over the windows. It’s so dark I couldn’t hardly see. I see him moving in the corner and I thought it was that bum Rodney, but it was the Boy. I saw his eyes looking at me and I ran.

Wes: Were you scared he was going to get you?

Chris: No.

Wes: Why did you run then?

Chris: Cause the Man Behind the Door.

Wes: There was another man there?

Chris: No, but if you see the Boy, the Man Behind the Door be there too. You have got to run fast. He will get you for sure if you don’t.

Wes: Is the Man a Qwatha too like the Boy?

Chris: Naw the Boy ain’t and he ain’t neither. You ain’t listening to me. He’s like a cop. He gonna get you if you don’t follow the rules. I don’t care. I just run cause I can’t do nothing else.

Wes: You ever see this Man Behind the Door?…

In the 2nd part of the interview, Chris explains the rules these specters operate by and gives me a lead on another source to interview that knows a lot more about it than he does. What I learned sent a chill down my spine. I’ll post it next week so either check back then, or – better yet – subscribe so you won’t miss any new info!

Wes.

(To be continued in Part 2)

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