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Good evening, it's Spooky Boo coming to you from the lighthouse in Sandcastle. As it gets darker earlier out here in California, I've heard the cryptids are restless. So much that many have been attacking people who are going to the beaches to watch the sunset early on their way home from work. Be careful out there for if you're attacked you might not make it, or worse, you might become one of them. As far as I know, there is no way to change the curse.Tonight I bring to you two spooky stories from the internet. The first story is about a demon in a small town that enjoys the sacrificing given to him by the townspeople. The second is a tale similar to a few pirate stories out there in Sandcastle. If you're a fisherman, be wary of fights on the dock!Let me know what you think of the stories by visiting my website at www.scarystorytime.com where you can make comments or even submit your own stories for me to tell the world. Make a comment for the show at this website or tell me your own spooky story in 3 minutes or less at 707-SPOOKY-B, that is 707-776-6592 and it might be played on the air.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. You can support the show by sharing the links on social media or by joining Patreon. Visit www.scarystorytime.com/support to find out how.Now lets begin...The AfflictedIn a small abysmal town, a town I grew up in, there is a terrible, dark secret. I had no clue that this secret existed until the night of my thirteenth birthday. I have never really been the religious type, and maybe a part of that is because of these... experiences. This town was tiny. All together, the town couldn't have had more than 300 people living there. It had all of the things you might expect from such a small town, the very necessities. A small library, three separate churches, one Baptist, one Lutheran, and one Catholic. We had an elementary school, but the part of the school that had once been a middle school was damaged in a fire. It wasn't used any longer but I found it odd that it was never demolished. I guess they were worried about losing the elementary school. Or maybe they worried the... thing... Whatever it was would get loose.I had grown up in the town, but we did move a few times. That happens a lot when you live on rent. People buy and sell these houses even though they rent them out as well. It got a bit frustrating, but we moved each time we ended up in a different corner of the town. It was very nice to end up in a different part of town each time we moved. It kind of got rid of the monotony of the town, being able to look through my windows and see a new surrounding. I never really met with our neighbors too much. I was a bit awkward socially, and didn't really want to change that. I valued being alone more than being with most of these people anyway. The houses were mostly your average houses. Plain, beige, or a light blue. Usually single level houses, with your standard, mother, father, son, and daughter set up. These houses were all the same set up, similar layouts. The entire town really looked the same if you weren't in the town center. That's where the public buildings were.I always found it funny that no matter where you were in the town, the entire place smelled like something was burning. Most of the people got used to it, but the closer we got to the school, the more I noticed it. Since our middle school was actually far outside town, the two neighboring towns were also small, too small to justify their own middle schools. Since we had the fire damaged middle school, it all made sense to herd all three of us in the same building. I never really had to smell it once I was going to middle school, but it made the smell that much more rancid every day. Nobody