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Devil's Knots
Published 3 years, 8 months ago
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Good evening, it's Spooky Boo Rhodes coming to you from the beautiful lighthouse in Sandcastle, California. Tonight, among the redwood trees and the waves of the Pacific while hidden in the fog and the ferns I saw a little creature that looked like a small devil roaming around. It could have been a child playing around in a Halloween costume or maybe a new creature stalking the residents. We never know here in Sandcastle but I guess we'll just have to find out next month! Today is the 30th of September and that means tomorrow is the beautiful month of October. Are you like me and you wish Fall and October lasted 3 months instead of one? It's so beautiful and festive. I love the pumpkins and decorations. I love the scary stories people tell and the line up of horror movies on the different tv networks. There is nothing better than October! Which is why I have some very exciting things happening in October!
First, I have released most of my podcast stories as a collection called "Sandcastle Horror Volume I" in paperback and Kindle. You can also get it in PDF format through PayPal or other means. I will also be releasing these stories on a daily basis as individual short stories on Kindle. Every year I will do the same, although the stories will be put out on Kindle as a short story first so people can read along with the podcast. Another way to get access to the stories and the larger ebook is to subscribe to my Patreon page. The podcast on Patreon is commercial-free. Visit www.spookyboorhodes.com to get links to Patreon and all of my other fun online places or visit my website at www.scarystorytime.com. On another note, I will be on Creature Features again very soon. Subscribe to their channel at www.watchcreaturefeatures.com to find out when.
Now let's begin...
Devil's Knots
Written by Mr.estrus
Granny always told me as a boy that if the devil ever crossed you, yank a knot in his tail. In southern Louisiana there was always talk of the devil. I've never been a history buff, but I'm sure the same old cauldron-and-broomstick superstition was conceived back in colonial times. The Holland family rose out of the ashes of the war, and within the marsh bogs and swamps of the south, created an empire of cotton and textiles. Many people blamed my great, great grandparents' wealth on their affairs with the ungodly, which always sounded preposterous to me. Stories of voodoo dolls and black cats were mere campfire talk. Especially considering my family's enormous financial collapse during the Great Depression, leaving us virtually homeless forever.
Nowadays, we live in the same old swamp. The land where Holland Manor once stood is now completely inhabitable. In life it seems the forces of nature always have their way and will snatch any crop of land from even the most successful of parasitic humans. My house is a small shack just off from that specific crop. It's a one-story, white-walled, little muggy trailer with cracked windows vines sprung out across it. Poverty is an understatement when it comes to my property.
I live alone, luckily. I could never afford someone's residence alongside me. I can never hold a job and my pathetically self-righteous parents gave away my inheritance to charity and church. They're dead now. And living without their aid has been viciously crippling. I work a part-time job at a fast food joint nearby. I've had to sell most of our property, most of the possessions I've carried from my childhood to present, and really anything that isn't a necessity. We were always poor but since their demise in a car crash over a year ago I have never felt such hopelessness and financial ruin.
I don't spend much of my time at home. When I'm not working twelve-hour shifts, six days a week, I am usually at the local public library. Books have always been something I've loved. I'll never have the money for an education, but books and internet were something I could soak my brain in. Interne
First, I have released most of my podcast stories as a collection called "Sandcastle Horror Volume I" in paperback and Kindle. You can also get it in PDF format through PayPal or other means. I will also be releasing these stories on a daily basis as individual short stories on Kindle. Every year I will do the same, although the stories will be put out on Kindle as a short story first so people can read along with the podcast. Another way to get access to the stories and the larger ebook is to subscribe to my Patreon page. The podcast on Patreon is commercial-free. Visit www.spookyboorhodes.com to get links to Patreon and all of my other fun online places or visit my website at www.scarystorytime.com. On another note, I will be on Creature Features again very soon. Subscribe to their channel at www.watchcreaturefeatures.com to find out when.
Now let's begin...
Devil's Knots
Written by Mr.estrus
Granny always told me as a boy that if the devil ever crossed you, yank a knot in his tail. In southern Louisiana there was always talk of the devil. I've never been a history buff, but I'm sure the same old cauldron-and-broomstick superstition was conceived back in colonial times. The Holland family rose out of the ashes of the war, and within the marsh bogs and swamps of the south, created an empire of cotton and textiles. Many people blamed my great, great grandparents' wealth on their affairs with the ungodly, which always sounded preposterous to me. Stories of voodoo dolls and black cats were mere campfire talk. Especially considering my family's enormous financial collapse during the Great Depression, leaving us virtually homeless forever.
Nowadays, we live in the same old swamp. The land where Holland Manor once stood is now completely inhabitable. In life it seems the forces of nature always have their way and will snatch any crop of land from even the most successful of parasitic humans. My house is a small shack just off from that specific crop. It's a one-story, white-walled, little muggy trailer with cracked windows vines sprung out across it. Poverty is an understatement when it comes to my property.
I live alone, luckily. I could never afford someone's residence alongside me. I can never hold a job and my pathetically self-righteous parents gave away my inheritance to charity and church. They're dead now. And living without their aid has been viciously crippling. I work a part-time job at a fast food joint nearby. I've had to sell most of our property, most of the possessions I've carried from my childhood to present, and really anything that isn't a necessity. We were always poor but since their demise in a car crash over a year ago I have never felt such hopelessness and financial ruin.
I don't spend much of my time at home. When I'm not working twelve-hour shifts, six days a week, I am usually at the local public library. Books have always been something I've loved. I'll never have the money for an education, but books and internet were something I could soak my brain in. Interne