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Forest Demons and Basement BeingsGood evening, it's Spooky Boo coming to you from the lighthouse in Sandcastle, California. Tonight's episode is about spooky forests and basements and boy do we know about those here in Sandcastle. Not many homes here have basements, but there are quite a few with wine cellars for not too far away is home to some of the best wine in the world and the people moving here needed a place to keep their cherished years of fermented grapes. But the cellars here are not the same as other places in the world. Some have strange beings that you never ever want to run into. If having the cellars filled with entities wasn't bad enough, the forests are home to crypts, ghosts, and the occasional insane cultist ready to make you the latest sacrifice.But you're here safe with me for the night while I tell you the spookiest, scariest stories of the internet.Before I begin I'd like to thank the listeners and the Patreon members including madjoe, P.A. Nightmares on YouTube, Ivy Iverson, Jenn Mischievous, John Newby, Patrick, and 933TheVoltcom for without the listeners, Patrons, and sponsors this show would not be possible.  To learn how you can support Spooky Boo's Scary Story Time and Creepypasta Scary Stories visit the website at www.scarystorytime.com/support. Sign up for membership or buy a t-shirt to show your friends, it all helps. You can also share the program with your friends on social media as it really helps out a lot. Just search for Spooky Boo's Scary Story Time on your favorite social media platform.Now let's begin...The Beast in the ForestA CreepypastaI want to set down recent events in my life, because I'm afraid that this may be my last chance. To begin with, my name is Leon Cowles. I was born in Provo, Utah, although I have lived most of my life here, in Portland, Oregon. I've always been a rather intellectual person, preferring books and video games to basketball and football. In grade school I was a loner, and had few, if any friends. In middle and high school I began to read fantasy novels and mild occult books. At first just that wiccan fluff that, if anything, keeps people from learning anything of real importance or historical accuracy.Eventually I got into more intelligent and orthodox literature, such as carefully documented paranormal experiments and well research kabalic lore. In college (at the Institute of Jewelry Technology, in Paris, Texas) my reading turned to Poe, Borges, and Lovecraft. I learned a bit of Hebrew and Latin, to be able to read some occult books, who's English translations I didn't trust. I also learned the Futhark and Arabic alphabets to better understand various magical symbols.After returning home and finding a job (as a jeweler for a local reseller) I started taking long walks in my spare time. I've always felt out of place in society and hiked through the local forests and mountains to be alone. The more isolated and untouched the better. The Pacific Northwest is fortunately rich in forests and wild areas to wander to my hearts content. Over time I became adept at finding excellent locations, sometimes shockingly close to civilization, yet somehow unnoticed everyone who passes by.I've even run across some ruins here and there, some amazingly close to town, but abandoned long ago, none the less. In a place that can be found on no city map, only ten blocks from my house, I found an abandoned water reservoir, along with several buildings, left to slowly decay many decades ago. Beneath Rocky Butte I found long maze of natural caves, totally untouched by anyone so far, not half a mile from two of the biggest freeways in the state. On an island in the Columbia river, that I swam to, I found an ancient farmhouse and barn, quietly decomposing for who knows how long. The places with ruins are my favorite, bringing a much more solid feeling to the sense of