About me: THIS IS THE FIRST OFFICIAL FAN-SITE FOR VICTOR CROWLEY. RUN BY A FAN FOR THE FANS. THIS ONE IS THE FIRST!!!
Victor Crowley was born horribly disfigured, so his daddy kept him hidden away out in the bayou. One Halloween night, some local kids came to the house to try and scare Victor into coming outside so they could get a look at him. They threw fire crackers at the door, and by accident...it caught fire.
When Victor's daddy got home, he grabbed himself a hatchet and started chopping at the door to try and save his son. But what he didn't know...was that Victor was pressed up against the other side of that door trying to get out.
Mr. Crowley hit him right in the face with that hatchet...and poor Victor Crowley died.
The old man became a recluse after that. Never left his house. Never spoke to anyone until the day he passed away. And that's when the stories started...
Locals and alligator hunters say that if you get close enough to the old Crowley house late at night...you can still hear Victor Crowley.
Roaming in the woods.
Crying for his daddy...
- Louisiana Folklore
Who I'd like to meet:
Every horror fan in the entire world.
Hatchet is one of the best new "old school" movies I have ever seen and Victor is one of the baddest killers out today! Keep slayin em Victor! Hope to see more VERY soon!!!
*walks in the swamp looking around scared and lost, he does not know where he is at. He heard stories of people disappearing in this very swamp, he did not believe the stories though. He thought they were absurd, the story of a deformed boy wandering the swamp at night crying for his daddy was crazy. He heard the tale of how a bunch of kids tried to get a good look at Victor Crowley by throwing fire crackers at his house, but the house caught on fire. In the distance the tourist could see something, he should of stuck with the others. The tour guide said to stick together and not wander off, he was the very foolish one. The tourist drew closer to whatever it was he saw, he stopped dead in his tracks as he laid eyes upon the Crowley House. Lightning flashed, the tourist stood there frozen with absolute fear. He heard the inhuman sound of a word being said in the cold darkness of the swamp, the word was, "Daddy". It was the beginning of the end for him. *
