THE NIGHTLY STORYTELLER CHRONICLES: Jaws (Neca Game Edition) – Bite, Bond, and the Burden


Categories: Horror Toys, Collectible Spotlight, Transformation Horror, Storyteller Chronicles

The Storyteller Speaks: Something In Me Stirs

It was supposed to be just a quick stop.

But I stayed in Rewind far longer than I planned. The hum of CRTs, the scent of aged cardboard and ozone, the gentle creak of plastic clamshells being opened and closed. It’s where time folds in on itself. A maze of nostalgia. A vault of relics that whisper to the right ears.

The clerk was waiting.

Not behind the counter. In the back. Near the busted Ms. Pac-Man.

He handed me the scarab again. It pulsed faintly. Familiar. Wrong. Right.

"You’re not transforming," he said.

"I haven’t since I was bitten," I replied. "Just… symptoms. Glimpses."

He nodded slowly. “Then maybe you’re resisting what you’re meant to become.”

I stared down at the scarab. It pulsed again—against my skin now, though I never remembered putting it on. It was just… there. As if it had never left. Like it belonged.

I opened my mouth to say something. Maybe to return it. But my fingers wouldn’t unclench. The very idea of setting it down made my throat tighten.

"What is this thing?" I asked instead, voice a whisper.

The clerk tilted his head. “It’s not a thing, man. It’s you. Or it’s becoming you. The question is—how long can you keep pretending you’re not changing?”

Home Is Not What It Was

When I got back, the lights were on. Danny was zipping up his duffel.

"Going to my grandparents'," he said with a shrug, avoiding my eyes. “It’s just for a while.”

I nodded. No fight in me. Maybe I understood.

"Thanks… for being there. Even when things got weird," he added. Then handed me an envelope. “Val said to give you this.”

Before I could respond, the front door clicked shut behind him.

I stood alone with the envelope in one hand… and the scarab, impossibly warm, pressed against my chest under my shirt.

“About time you showed up,” a voice purred from the hallway.

Nyra.

Barefoot, arms crossed, eyes glowing faintly in the dark.

I should have asked how she got in.

But instead I asked:

“Do you know what this thing is?”

She just smiled.

Collector’s Spotlight: NECA’s Jaws – 50th Anniversary Game of Jaws Edition 🦈


Let’s switch gears for a second before I spiral.

Today’s collectible? A real toothy treasure.

NECA released the Game of Jaws: 50th Anniversary Edition 🎣—an updated take on the 1975 classic. You might remember the original game: a spring-loaded plastic shark filled with random items. You’d fish them out with a hook before ol’ Bruce clamped down on your hand.

This edition? Sleeker, tighter design. The sculpt is stellar, the teeth detailed, the tension perfectly tuned. Still has that snap, but it feels smoother, deadlier somehow. 🎯

The game is simple: retrieve all the junk from Jaws' mouth before he bites. But this time, NECA’s added some extra flair—movie-inspired item names, a retro rulebook, and display-worthy packaging featuring the iconic poster artwork.

Did You Know?

  • The original Game of Jaws was released by Ideal in 1975, just months after the movie hit theaters. It was quickly pulled from shelves due to “dangerous snapping jaws.”
  • The shark’s official nickname on set was Bruce, named after Spielberg’s lawyer. 🧠
  • NECA’s version is a loving homage, built for both play and display. It’s perfect for horror fans, board game lovers, or those who just appreciate well-crafted nostalgia.

It’s the kind of piece that makes you feel like a kid again… right before you lose a finger.

The Final Word

I haven’t transformed since I was bitten.

That’s the truth.

But I can’t lie anymore—something is stirring. Growing. Stretching inside my skin. The scarab hums when I dream. It pulls me toward places I shouldn’t go. Toward people I thought I could protect.

And now Nyra’s here.

With answers.

Or maybe just more questions.


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