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Creepypasta and True Scary StoriesEpisode 20220110Three Creepypasta Stories About Beings in MichiganGood evening, it's Spooky Boo coming to you from the lighthouse in Sandcastle, California. As we sit here with yet a new strain of BS coming through and we're forced to enjoy the comfort of our own homes yet again I ask you to please stop hoarding the meat. It's the only way we keep some of the cryptids happy out here. They like fresh meat and will start eating humans if we can't feed them. They're relatively easy to control if they're fed every few days as they don't eat a lot but if they're not consuming food they're flesh lust will have them devouring every animal and human in sight and we don't that at all. It was bad enough when we lost our butcher to the demon on the hill and now that a new one is in town we need to keep him employed.Now, with that Public Service Announcement out of the way, I bring to you stories about goblins and beings in the forests and homes in Michigan. But 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 become a supporter of the show and get commercial free access please visit my Patreon page at www.spookyboo.club. To find other ways to support the show by purchasing t-shirts, mugs, and even a miniature figurine, check out www.scarystorytime.com/support or share the show with your friends on social media. You can find me on most social media platforms by searching for Spooky Boo's Scary Story Time. It is greatly appreciated.Now let's begin...There's Something Strange Going on in AkatervilleA Creepypasta written by The Anonymous CroutonI swear I’m not crazy…. I’m not crazy! Good, got that out of the way. Willing to bet some of you think I got a screw loose. But my time’s almost up. So I have to warn you guys…. Before you all share the same fate.….My name is Miles Cortica, police officer of Akaterville, Michigan. That’s a small out-of-the-way town for those of you who’ve never heard of it. Nothing much -- just a TV station, a few dozen houses, a town center, and it’s all surrounded by the beautiful blue Lake Superior except for one tunnel leading to the mainland. However, looks can be deceiving….***….Now while everyone knew each other, contributing in their own way to society but with nothing much to do in the quiet town, that all changed when missing reports came in: three teenagers aged 16, 14, and 17. Considering that they didn’t come from the same family, this wasn’t just some runaway case. There was no evidence of a break-in either, so we were led to believe they did run away. The search parties were called off after a week, and the victims were presumed dead. At least I personally believed they were dead. Besides, that was all in the past.I was driving on my morning patrol, the dew just starting to dry off the leaves in the morning sun, when I came across one of my fellow officers, Officer Micah.“Hey, Cort! How are you on this fine day?” he hollered from the sidewalk.“Tired,” I said as I got out of the car, being sure to park it on the side of the road. “Excruciatingly tired.”Micah grinned. “Well, you better perk up! You promised you’d take my shift tonight!”Right. Shit. I completely forgot that I cover for my friend literally all the time.“Right, I’ll be there.” I said reluctantly.The orange sun was setting behind the lake, and I buckled up and drove to Starbucks to prepare myself for the longest night ever. Micah’s shift was at the bank. He’d stake out in front of the bank and watch for black-clad bandits and the like. As I was sitting in front of the bank, my car parked just a few meters in front of me. I deemed this th