Episode Details

I adding some of the new game footage in the video on my youtube channel if you want to see it when it is finished uploading. Here is the text :)Good evening, it's Spooky Boo Rhodes coming to you from the Lighthouse in Sandcastle, California. Tonight I have for you two very spooky stories about neighbors who you probably do not want as your neighbors. I mean, who is your neighbor really? If you lived in Sandcastle then you would have no idea who your neighbors really were. They could be humans. They could be vampires. They could even be werewolves or demons. And sometimes, they are of the species unknown.Come on over to Sandcastle and watch me build the Sandcastle Horror game in Second Life. It is in its infancy and will eventually become a place where you can hang out and cosplay your favorite Sandcastle characters. You can get to Sandcastle by clicking right here. This project, and everything about this podcast, is being funded by my wonderful Patreon members and the listeners including madjoe, Bobbi Elliott, DrJoeBlob, PA Nightmares, Ivy Iverson, John Newby, and Patrick McAuliffe. Everything would not be possible without your support. Thank you!Now let's begin...The Neighbor in the Black Hoodby MidnightEarth101It wasn’t the best day outdoors, but I was out anyway. It was unnaturally dark and dreary, but I had to practice for the upcoming championship of Boxpuck, a sport my friends and I made up two years ago when we were ten. It was a mix between hockey and boxing and the main goal is to score and knock as many people over as possible. I admit, it was a bit rowdy, but I didn’t much care seeing as I was a more heavyset kid, 120 pounds and 5’2.Johnathan has been my best friend since we were both five. He had come over to play some Boxpuck, and make sure everything was set for the championship. We did everything together, because our parents were best friends, so if we weren't friends, our lives would be miserable. His mom and dad were away on a business trip so he came over almost everyday because he hated being lonely.John was getting pumped up and bracing himself, knowing that nearly no good could come from me being on the offensive side of the game. We even built a small stadium in the backyard. It was about ten feet wide and thirty-four feet long. My goal was to grasp the puck and throw it in the net- no matter the cost. It was showtime.I ran to grab the hockey puck, knocking my friend Jonathan over while I was at it. I threw it into the small net and then laughed at my friend for being an utterly terrible player. I walked over to him and knelt down. He was on his side in an awkward position, with his head twisted awkwardly. It couldn't have been comfortable so I turned him over and asked if he was okay. His eyes were closed and his mouth was shut. It was odd looking so I fixed him up. I figured I had knocked him out by making him hit his head somehow.“John?” I asked, sort of worried.No response was given.“JOHN!” I shouted in his face, but once again I received no response from him.I felt for his pulse in all spots, luckily I remembered them from health class the day before. In all four areas, I felt nothing. Now knowing he was dead, I started to cry. I was panicking but in so much shock at the same time to where I couldn't even react. All of a sudden there was a blaring loud scream. I jumped back in surprise, now even more shaken up from fear. In the distance I heard a faint chuckle.I looked down at my feet, seeing my friend Jonathan’s eyes half-open. Then I saw his mouth open and I heard great laughter. I started seeing tears slide down his cheeks as he rolled around on the narrow-built cardboard Bo