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Here is today's story! :) I really enjoyed reading this one.Tomorrow begins the Halloween fun. Lots of Halloween stories and I'm hoping to get done a couple of fun, interactive YouTube videos as well. :)Thanks for everything! You make this all the more while!!TranscriptGood evening, it's Spooky Boo coming to you from the lighthouse in Sandcastle, California over the radiowaves of the KSND classic rock station. Tonight I have for you a story with a popular topic in Sandcastle: Trespassing. I'm actually surprised the writer of this creepypasta does not live in this area for no one likes trespassers here and when they are found, they often disappear. Who knows what happens to the bodies, maybe they become a meal for one of the many monsters out there in the fog or they become feral cryptids or vampires. Only the darkness knows for sure.If you would like to support the podcast, check out the support page at www.scarystorytime.com/support where you can find links to my commercial free podcast and merchandise. Show your love for Spooky Boo and buy a t-shirt today!Now let's begin:No TrespassingWritten by CdaleyI hammered the nail through the aluminum sign and into the wooden fence. I then took a step back and briefly admired my work.“Hope this keeps those damn kids away,” I thought to myself as I turned towards the short dirt road that led back to my house. As I wearily trudged along the path I raised my head towards the sky. The stars were beginning to twinkle as the last few rays of sunlight shone over the horizon. The moon was high in the sky and nearly full. It was a beautiful night.I stepped onto my front porch and quickly wiped my shoes on the door mat before heading inside. It had been an exhausting week. Work was becoming more demanding than ever, and kids constantly harassing me at night was preventing me from sleeping well.Though, I guess I can’t really blame them. It was the kind of mischief that I loved to get into as a teenager. Lurking around haunted houses, making dares with my friends. They were just having some fun.You see, my house is “haunted”. At least, that’s the rumor going around the local high schools.I moved in about three months ago. I’d been looking for a reasonably priced house for quite some time. My old apartment was cramped and run down, and the landlord was a complete asshole. After I got a significant promotion at work I figured that it was time to take out a mortgage and settle down in a real home.I browsed online ads for months, searching for a place I could afford. Most upscale houses in the suburbs were too expensive. Besides, those kinds of houses are for families. Swimming pools, basketball hoops, block parties. That stuff wasn’t for me, I’m a reserved person.Then, just by chance, I saw an ad for this house. It was old, but in good condition and extremely spacious. Sitting on the outskirts of the city in a quiet, sparsely populated neighborhood, it was the perfect house for me. The best part was the price. It was easily going for less than half of what it was worth.As soon as I saw the ad I immediately called the real estate agent and expressed my interest in buying. As it turns out, I was the only person who had called about the house.I found this unbelievable. A large, nice house, selling at such a ridiculously low price. How could there be no potential buyers other than myself? The real estate agent explained that the house was supposedly “haunted”.For many years, this house was unoccupied. Then, about four years ago an elderly couple had moved into it. All was fine for a while, until a year ago the couple vanished, never to be seen again. A short police investigation was mounted, but because the couple was so quiet and reserved and had few acquaintances there was very little for the p