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Saturday Repeat - 3 Spooky Ghost Stories
Published 3 years, 5 months ago
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Saturdays are for relaxing. I also find them the slowest days on the podcast so I will continue to do the Saturday repeats. Expect these stories to be a year or older and from a previous show.Tonight on SplatterdayNightmares.com I am showing Trilogy of Terror at 6:00 PM Pacific as a premiere and then it will roll over to the live chat once the movie is over until about 8:30 PM. It should be fun. Hopefully we'll see you there.****TRANSCRIPTThis is a repeat of a previous show.Good evening. This is Spooky Boo coming to you from Sandcastle, California. Tonight I have for you some very spooky ghost stories from the Creepypasta libraries. After listening to these you might wonder if they're true or not, and as with many creepypasta stories, we do wonder if they are true. I'll let you be the judge and when you're finished listening, let me know in the comments what you think about these stories and if they may or may not be true.
First, I'd like to thank my listeners and Patreon members including madjoe, PA Nightmares, Ivy Iverson, John Newby, Patrick, and 933TheVolt.com. If you would like to support the show, visit my Patreon page at www.patreon.com/spookybooscarystorytime or my website at www.scarystorytime.com/support. It is also very helpful if you click on that share button and share with your friends on your favorite social media platform.
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All the Papers Lied TonightAn Anonymous Creepypasta
God, I hope I'm just going crazy.
You ever had one of those "how in the hell did I get here" moments? I mean those flashes of clarity where you really see your life. You look in the mirror and you’re so far removed from the person you dreamed of being when you were a kid that you're stunned speechless.
Mine happened about a year ago, a week or two before Thanksgiving, when I woke up in the hospital. I was incredibly disoriented; everything seemed unreal and distant, not really happening to me… like I was dreaming, or an avatar in a video game. Maybe it was because I already felt so disconnected... maybe it was the terrifying reminder of my own mortality… but it felt like I was seeing myself with a stranger’s eyes. Waves of shame and self-hatred rolled over me in that hospital bed, and I vowed to change my life.
I’d made similar resolutions before and failed miserably, but this time was different. This time, the change was nearly effortless: old habits evaporated, old temptations lost all allure. Peer pressure stopped being an issue, because I just wasn’t interested in hanging out with my usual group; when I tried going out with them sober, they bored me to tears.
Meanwhile, other relationships in my life were improving. At my son Logan’s birthday party, I even overheard my ex-wife telling his mother that I’d finally grown up and stopped causing so much heartache for everyone. When the last children had left and I was cleaning up, my son surprised me with a running hug. He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me harder than he ever had in his life.
"Will you stay?" he whispered.
I brushed back his hair with my hand. “Of course! I’ll stay as long as you want. You could even spend the night at my place tonight, if your mother says it's okay."
He sighed happily. “You're so much better than my real dad.” Every cell in my body froze.
I launched into a speech about how I was his dad, was trying to change, knew I needed to earn his trust back, etc.
"Okay!” he said lightly, obviously eager to return to his pile of presents. But just before he ran off... he winked at me, like we had an awesome secret.
Logan couldn't stay with me that night after all... and honestly, I was kind of relieved. What he'd said had cut me to the core, and for the first time in nearly a year, I desperately wanted a drink. I made it all the way to the front door of my apartment complex before I lost it and started sobbing. I was fumbling in my pocket for my keys, trying to see through a
First, I'd like to thank my listeners and Patreon members including madjoe, PA Nightmares, Ivy Iverson, John Newby, Patrick, and 933TheVolt.com. If you would like to support the show, visit my Patreon page at www.patreon.com/spookybooscarystorytime or my website at www.scarystorytime.com/support. It is also very helpful if you click on that share button and share with your friends on your favorite social media platform.
Now let's begin...
All the Papers Lied TonightAn Anonymous Creepypasta
God, I hope I'm just going crazy.
You ever had one of those "how in the hell did I get here" moments? I mean those flashes of clarity where you really see your life. You look in the mirror and you’re so far removed from the person you dreamed of being when you were a kid that you're stunned speechless.
Mine happened about a year ago, a week or two before Thanksgiving, when I woke up in the hospital. I was incredibly disoriented; everything seemed unreal and distant, not really happening to me… like I was dreaming, or an avatar in a video game. Maybe it was because I already felt so disconnected... maybe it was the terrifying reminder of my own mortality… but it felt like I was seeing myself with a stranger’s eyes. Waves of shame and self-hatred rolled over me in that hospital bed, and I vowed to change my life.
I’d made similar resolutions before and failed miserably, but this time was different. This time, the change was nearly effortless: old habits evaporated, old temptations lost all allure. Peer pressure stopped being an issue, because I just wasn’t interested in hanging out with my usual group; when I tried going out with them sober, they bored me to tears.
Meanwhile, other relationships in my life were improving. At my son Logan’s birthday party, I even overheard my ex-wife telling his mother that I’d finally grown up and stopped causing so much heartache for everyone. When the last children had left and I was cleaning up, my son surprised me with a running hug. He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me harder than he ever had in his life.
"Will you stay?" he whispered.
I brushed back his hair with my hand. “Of course! I’ll stay as long as you want. You could even spend the night at my place tonight, if your mother says it's okay."
He sighed happily. “You're so much better than my real dad.” Every cell in my body froze.
I launched into a speech about how I was his dad, was trying to change, knew I needed to earn his trust back, etc.
"Okay!” he said lightly, obviously eager to return to his pile of presents. But just before he ran off... he winked at me, like we had an awesome secret.
Logan couldn't stay with me that night after all... and honestly, I was kind of relieved. What he'd said had cut me to the core, and for the first time in nearly a year, I desperately wanted a drink. I made it all the way to the front door of my apartment complex before I lost it and started sobbing. I was fumbling in my pocket for my keys, trying to see through a