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Good evening, it's Spooky Boo Rhodes from Sandcastle, California. As you know, Sandcastle has been drenched the last few months by torrential rainfall so it makes sense that, as the last storm passes through the area, I tell stories about rain.
If you haven't picked up Sandcastle Horror Volume I yet, check it out at www.scarystorytime.com/sandcastle. Here you'll find links to my amazon author page and to the place where you can buy the signed paperback book on Etsy. I have many more stories brewing. Some are fun and some are very dark. You can listen to them on my Sandcastle Horror podcast available on your favorite podcast platform including YouTube, or read about them in the book.
Now let's begin...
Raincoatcredited to Zach
It’s a small memory. A fragment almost entirely hidden in your hazy recollection of past years, of oddly dream-like days where the imagination ran wild and free, blurring the lines of the so-called “reality” that you now have as an adult, and your innocence and carefree youth kept you for the most part very happy. You were young, in first grade. Late at night you stumbled from the bathroom, and bleary-eyed walked through the familiar dark of your room that still scared you quite often. You were too tired to be afraid, so you didn’t rush as you normally did into the sheets. You walked past the slightly dirty window with a view of a dimly lit street below, and you thought you saw somebody in what was maybe a yellow raincoat walking up the street.
This began to happen often. You would wake up with the urge to look out the window, and sometimes you would see him.
He indeed wore a yellow jacket, even on the driest of nights. You’d see the strange man walking up the street in the deadest hour of the night, and even in your young age you knew that was weird. You’d watch him for a few seconds, and every time he stopped and looked around, then turned towards your house, and you’d quickly duck under the covers and not come out until morning. Eventually, though, Mom put up blinds and you stopped looking for the weird man.
Days, weeks, months passed. Years went by, rolling like an endless and unstoppable tide. School, friends, hobbies, girls, they all pushed the strange set of memories from your conscious mind. One night, in your senior year of college, you were studying late at the library. When you finally packed it in, you headed out and started to walk home to your apartment a few blocks down, since gas is expensive.
On a drearily lit street, you got the creepy feeling that someone was watching you. A few times you turned around but nobody was behind you. Then you felt like it was coming from higher up, and you looked at a slightly dirty window in a strangely familiar house. But there was nobody.
You shrugged it off and, as a loud crack of thunder pealed overhead, you gladly threw on your yellow raincoat and continued up the silent street.
A Month of Rainby Havoc98
So just a couple of minutes ago, I came across a thread in the forums asking the reader if they’ve had any paranormal or creepy things happen to them. Well, it got me thinking about this one time I was evacuated from my childhood town. I must’ve been about seven at the time, and I can somewhat remember the event clearly even if most of it is pretty hard to recall. Since all you guys are looking for a good spook, I’ll give it a shot and tell the tale. So in my childhood town, I had a good friend named Finny.
The rain is calling...
Finny and I were really close, almost like brothers. I was an only child growing up, and I hung out with Finny almost every day if memory serves. My childhood memories were so precious, and the town itself was so peaceful and benevolent. The town was surrounded by woods, and it even had its own police station and town hall. Everything was picture perfect. Everything was fine until there was a month of rain.
When I say a month of rain, I literally mean