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Good evening, it's Spooky Boo Rhodes bringing to you the next installment of Creepypasta and Scary Stories--an episode that I've named Hell Night. Why, might you ask? Because in these stories you're living in your own hell while the demons are clouding your mind and scaring you to...well, let's just leave that one alone!A quick note, please do not use the PO Box at this time. I'll let you know when the box is open again. Thanks!For more information on this program, visit my website at www.scarystorytime.com where you can make comments on the stories and get links to my social media accounts.Now let's begin...I Heard Dragging from the Atticby NerdxCorexCreepMy entire world has been corrupted and transformed forever.  What I thought I knew is a joke. Growing up in a super religious family, I had always been taught about God, angels, the Devil, and just about every other theological aspect of life.Being a rebellious teenage girl, however, I chose to spend my teenage years doing everything I possibly could to get away from that lifestyle. I am an atheist... or at least I was until last year. Let me be clear... I didn't change my entire outlook on life to suddenly follow my family's religious beliefs.I've discovered something more terrifying than the thought of going to Hell for doing this or that. I've discovered that Hell may in fact be Earth. Let me go back and fill in the context for what I discovered last year.I had just started babysitting for this family in order to earn some extra cash. I had no interest in staying at home with my freakshow family of wannabe televangelists and altar boys, so I wanted to make sure I always had something to do. Whether it was hanging out with my girls at the mall or chilling by myself at a movie, I wanted to make sure I was financially able to go out and have fun.So, the first couple of nights were cool. The kid was about 12 years old (I was 17 at the time) and he was pretty chill for his age. We hung out, ate some junk food, and played video games until his bedtime.The parents paid me $18 an hour while they went out and did their thing from 7 pm until 1 am every Friday and Saturday. It was a pretty sweet gig. I just got paid to hang out with some kid for the first two hours and relax for the next four.One night, shit got weird. I had put the kid to bed at 9 pm as usual and was just laying on the couch, trolling Twitter. Suddenly, I started to hear what sounded like dragging coming from upstairs."The fuck?" I whispered to myself, putting my phone away. I got up and starting walking up the stairs to investigate. "Ben?" I called up as I got higher and higher. "You out of bed?"I got to the top of the stairs and made my way to his bedroom, slowly opening his door. I peeked inside and saw that he was fast asleep in his bed. I walked up to him to see if he was pretending... until I noticed the pool of drool soaking his pillow. Yeah... he was definitely out.I covered his exposed chest and made my way out of the bedroom. I stood there for a moment in confusion, until I decided I must've been hearing things. I shrugged and started walking toward the stairs until I heard it again.The sound of something dragging was a lot louder this time, and I realized it was coming from up above the floor I was on. I walked around until I noticed a string dangling from the ceiling revealing the entrance to the attic. I took a moment, trying to decide what my next step was.Was it some kind of animal? Did someone break-in? Were they keeping an evil twin brother to Ben chained up, feeding him fish heads every day?I decided to call the parents and ask them about it. After about three rings, the mother answered."Jen? Is everything alright?" she answered."Yeah, Mrs. Fern," I replied.