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Good evening, it's Spooky Boo Rhodes here to tell you the creepy tales of the internet. I sit here overlooking the beaches of Sandcastle wondering where the cryptids are tonight. The weather is warmer and the people are out trolling the beaches and starting those illegal bonfires the statesmen here in California hate so much. Enjoy your bonfires, for they are the beauty of the night when the fingers of the flames reach to the sky. Enjoy your chanting and your fun.Tonight I have for you several creepypasta tales about mailboxes. I know, a strange topic but here it is. I even begin with one of my own from the shores of Sandcastle. We all know the strangeness that happens in the land of Purgatory.First I'd like to thank the listeners and the Patreon members including madjoe, PA Nightmares, Ivy Iverson, John Newby, Patrick, and 933TheVolt.com. If you would like to support the program, please visit my website at www.scarystorytime.com/support to find out how.Now let's begin...Fuzzy Little Creeperby Spooky Boo RhodesHere I sit, unsure of the changes going on in my body. It hurts bad and it I'm becoming something I don't understand. I don't know why it happened or how it is even possible, but I'll tell you what exactly happened.I went shopping this morning at around nine in the morning--something I rarely do since that crazy pandemic started just because I was afraid of getting ill. We didn't have too many cases here in Sandcastle and I don't know why that is. People just didn't get sick. It didn't make any sense at all but we were one of the few places barely even affected. We all went on with our daily lives and those of us who had one of the bad diseases that might be affected by it just minded our own so we didn't get sick. None of us did either way. I feel like I wasted two years of my life, but that isn't what this is about. Something has happened to me and it isn't covid.It all started when I  got home from shopping. I went out to all of the stores in town first grabbing the best coffee in Sandcastle at Ocean Grounds while chatting with Carlos for a bit and then it was off to buy some new clothes and shoes for the summer which is approaching quicker than I really want it to. So after all of that was done and I finally left the grocery store, it was late--probably around 9 o'clock, I think? It was dark, that's all I know. I live in a community where two people share a street light that sits between our two mailboxes every two houses. I usually grab the mail during the day so I don't think of even looking inside the mailbox.I guess tonight I should have at least peeked in before grabbing the mail. When I put my hand inside, something bit me hard. I screamed and pulled my hand out of the box. While cupping my hand close to me, I peered inside the box but didn't seen anything at first until something black and fuzzy jumped out at my face. Luckily, I have great reflexes and flew back so fast I fell right on my butt on the street. I watched whatever it was scamper away. The thing was about as big as a kitten but looked like a spider. I can't remember if it had six or eight legs, honestly I wasn't paying attention. I tried to get up so I could capture the damn thing to bring it in for testing but it was so fast that it disappeared before I  could stomp on it.My hand ached so bad. I looked down at the wound and it wasn't bleeding that much at all, probably because the swelling had closed up the holes a bit. What did seep out of the puncture wounds was a mixture of blood and some clear liquid and possibly even some pus. Already? I don't know. I went into the bathroom and poured hydrogen peroxide and rubbing alcohol all over it after washing it with soap and water but it just kept swelling. I then got really light headed, too light headed to drive. I asked my neighbor Frank to drive me to the urgent care clinic and he did. When we got there, I noticed the wound on my hand was about the size of a baseball and it had started to turn black