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Two Very Creepy Stories About VideosImagine you're laying down in bed in the quiet of the night. You're watching your favorite movie on one of your favorite streaming services and suddenly the screen goes to snow. You don't know why, your internet is fine yet the snow on the screen begins to morph and speak to you. It tells you what it wants and tells you if you don't do it then you will be sorry. This is what is like for some in Sandcastle. These people are submissive to their streaming services and their televisions. It's really insane because you never know when they'll strike next. You'll find out more in an upcoming version of Sandcastle but for now we're going to talk about other spooky internet and television pastas. These creepy pastas remind me of the events in Sandcastle and will freak you out!Before I begin I'd like to thank the listeners and the Patreon members including ............. Without all of you this program would not be possible. If you would like to support Spooky Boo's Scary Story Time, visit the website to find out how at www.scarystorytime.com/support where you will find links to the Spooky Boo Club and fun merchandise. It's always a big help if you spread the word about the program by telling your friends and family or sharing on social media. Just click on the share link from the website or follow me from your favorite platform by searching for Spooky Boo's Scary Story Time. It is greatly appreciated.Now let's begin...White ScreenA CreepypastaI turned out my light and snuggled down into bed, keeping my beloved teddy close to me. It was my first night alone in my grandma’s old house; she passed away three months ago and my mum and I moved into her house after the funeral. Mum had to stay at work late tonight; she had a night shift because her boss was ill, leaving me alone in the house.I was just starting to drift off into a deep sleep, when a thought disturbed my dreams. Did I remember to lock the back door? I shrugged it off; that was the worst mistake of my life. If I had just quickly checked the back door, I wouldn't be telling you this story.I tried to get rest again but my sleep was suddenly broken, I heard a door open downstairs; I figured it would be my mum coming back from her night shift. I closed my eyes once more, not thinking anything of it. Strangely, I didn't hear any footsteps downstairs; I thought I would have heard something if my mum was back. I stayed awake for a minute longer, hoping I would hear a sign that my mum was home safely, but still nothing, just silence. I started to worry. I could have sworn I heard a door open downstairs, and that it wasn't my imagination. I knew I had to go down and check. I twisted and turned, becoming more paranoid because of the unnatural silence. I looked at the time on my digital clock, and it read 12:00am. She should've been back by now, right? I thought to myself.Just then my phone lit up on my bedside table; I glanced at it. ‘Battery full, huh?’ I said out loud whilst rubbing my eye. Why don't I call mum, to make sure she's okay? I thought. I quickly grabbed my phone and called my mum, desperately hoping she would pick up. It was very faint, but I heard a ringtone down stairs. I shot up in bed, my stomach flipped and my heart was pounding.  My mum always takes her mobile phone with her, what was it doing downstairs? I listened closely, the ringtone was getting louder, as though it was coming up the stairs, but no footsteps could be heard. I froze in horror as I heard the ringing coming closer to my bedroom. The ringing stopped just outside my door, but it didn't go to an answer phone, someone answered.I slowly brought the phone closer to my ear. "H-hello?" I whispered. I heard my voice echo outside the door, my eyes fixed on the door, I heard my voice echo outside the room.  I held my breath, waiting for a reply. The phone hung up. I stayed