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Creepypasta and True Scary StoriesHalloween 2021Spooky Boo's Scary Story TimeEpisode 240 A Halloween Ghost Story: Along Came HalloweenSupport Scary Story Time & Listen on Patreon (uncensored at the $5.00 and above level. Commercial free at $1.00 and above)https://www.patreon.com/spookybooscarystorytimeListen on the Podcast (Spotify, Apple Podcasts, Amazon Music, Pandora, Audible) or read on the website.https://www.scarystorytime.comYouTubehttps://www.youtube.com/spookybooscarystorytimeImage by kalhh from PixabayTITLE: Along Came HalloweenAUTHOR: Unknown AuthorLINK: https://creepypasta.fandom.com/wiki/Along_Came_HalloweenFiled under: Halloween, Ghosts, Haunted HousesThank you to all of my Patrons including 933TheVolt, BubbleSlayer, Ivy Iverson, John Newby, madjoe, Oliver, Patrick, and P.A. NightmaresThank you to all of my listeners!TranscriptAs far as I know, most people in Africa are not familiar with Halloween. I once explained to an ex-girlfriend of mine that it's a time of year when people celebrate ghosts and she almost slapped the black off my skin because she thought I was screwing with her. In retrospect, I didn't properly explain the creepy holiday. Anyway, the point is most of my friends, family, relatives, and associates don't know about Halloween.I am from a country in Southern Africa and I have to be honest, Halloween is not a big deal here. I am not going to disclose my name or that of my country because some of the stuff in this story is illegal and I don't fancy spending time in the big house again.I only know of Halloween because of the many European and American horror movies I watch, not to mention I am a devoted patron of internet sites like Reddit and Creepypasta. Even with my knowledge of it, I was never big on Halloween. That all changed last year when certain circumstances led me to move back in with my parents.Let me first explain how this thirty-five-year-old man ended up staying with his parents again. I was never formally employed. I did several shady deals around town which provided for my bread and butter. I was what most people would refer to as a scammer or con man or con artist.Before you judge me, you should know that this wasn't my dream profession when I was a kid. My country's economy is not that good and decent jobs are hard to come by. Anyway, one day a deal went bad and it cost me my house, furniture, and cars. This forced me back to my parents' home. I am not married and don't have any kids that I know of, so my parents didn't complain too much because I wasn't bringing extra mouths to feed.One night in early October of last year, I was binge reading stories on the internet when I realized most of them were centered on Halloween. That's when it dawned on me we were close to the spooky holiday.A light bulb turned on in my head and dollar signs rolled up in front of my eyes. I had an idea. This idea was going to get me paid big time, I could feel it.I had to create a haunted house. I had the perfect house in mind. The house next door had been vacant for years. When I was growing up, different families moved into the house but never stayed for longer than a year. I never thought much about it and I figured it was because of the rent or the bills. My parents live in an opulent suburban neighborhood and most people can't handle the costs of staying in that area.I knew the real estate agency which owns the house had security guards that watched over the place. I knew one of the guards. His name was George, he had dark skin, he was thin as a rack, bald as a coot and he had a thick moustache.Wh