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Good evening, it's Spooky Boo coming to you from the lighthouse in Sandcastle, California. I heard there was a spooky lazy boy chair up for sale at a garage sale down the street on Highland Avenue looking over the coast. You should go take a peek if you're in the market for one. It really does have a mind of its own though. It often makes strange grunting noises when you sit on it and seems to massage your back like it's moving around. Let me know if you've seen it or heard about it.Tonight I have for you 3 very creepy stories about beings and entities and strange places like creepy sheds in the backyard. Sandcastle is full of those spooky sheds and yards as you will see in these 3 terrifying stories of evil.This show would not be possible without the listeners and the Patreon members including madjoe, P.A. Nightmares, Ivy Iverson, Jenn Mishievous, John Newby, Patrick, and 933TheVolt.com. If you would like to know how to support Spooky Boo's Scary Time visit the website at www.scarystorytime.com/support.Now let's begin...Billy Done Fell Down a HoleIt was Jacksonville, Florida in late July. I was mowing the yard and I thought I was gonna die from the heat. This neighborhood kid, Bobby something-or-other, came running up to me.“Mr. Jack! Mr. Jack!” he yelled. (All the neighborhood kids called me “Mr. Jack.”)“Catch your breath!” I told him. “What’s all the fuss about?”He was out of breath and filthy. Sweat was just pouring down his face.“You gotta come quick! Billy done fell down a hole!” Some people might have been tempted to lecture him on his grammar, but I figured it was more important to go and see if I could help Billy.Bobby led me to a small hill just down the road. There was one side of it that was covered in vines and weeds and bushes. Bobby pointed to where his friend disappeared. If he hadn't been there to point the way, no one would ever know that kid was in there. When the kids were playing around the hill .Billy fell into the hole and was almost literally swallowed up by the vegetation. I figured the hole wasn’t very deep, but I was wrong. It was deep enough that I had to lie down on the ground and reach for him. I strained and strained and I barely managed to grab his wrist. I thought it was gonna take all six feet and two inches of me to get to him. Had he weighed another five or ten pounds I’d never have been able to haul him out. I stood up and brushed myself off. Billy was scared and crying his eyes out. I patted him on the head and told him he was okay and that they needed to stay away from there. They ran for home and I waited until they were out of sight before I took another look at that hole. After that, I went home and grabbed a flashlight and some rope. On the way out the door, I grabbed a bottle of water.I went back to the hole and it was getting dusky dark outside. My cell phone said it was 6:01. I wasn’t crazy about crawling in there but I figured this was a good chance to do so without being bothered.By tomorrow, I figured everyone would know about this hole.I got down on my hands and knees and crawled through the weeds and vines. For a kid, there was a drop-off that was a little steep; for me it was just a small jump. Once I was down there, I swept my flashlight all around the area. It was a small chamber almost like an anteroom in a tomb. I could see how the kid fell through: an old crudely-made wooden hatch was there to block the hole. When Billy what’s-his-face fell against it, it was dislodged. I put it back and secured it with a long piece of wood that had been used for that purpose before.Behind me was an opening low enough that I had to duck my head to pass through. The passage seemed to be natural rather than man-made. It was damp and foul-smelling in there. Once I was through the