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Ghosts and Monsters Spirit Bottles and Cement Graves
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Creepypasta and True Scary StoriesScary Monsters and Creature Features
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Episode 230 Ghosts and Monsters Spirit Bottles and Cement GravesTranscriptGood evening, it's Spooky Boo coming to you from the KSND radio station in Sandcastle, California. Tonight's episode comes to you from the creepypasta libraries about ghosts and monsters. Kind of like the monsters here in Sandcastle, the reason why you should never visit this quaint little beach for if you ever find it then it might be your doom!Now let's begin...Spirit BottlesWritten by JohnathanNash“Will you be with me when the time comes?” Caitlyn asked.Her voice was soft and cracking due to dehydration. Even with the saline solution being pumped through the IV she was still far too weak to talk properly. Her lips were white and cracking like the earth in Death Valley. Henry tightened his grip on her hand, not by much but to acknowledge her request.“What happened out there?” he asked.“I will tell you, but first I need some ice. Feed some to me as I talk so I can at least keep my mouth wet enough to let you know what happened.”Caitlyn’s breathing was labored. This and the dehydration caused her to talk much slower than she normally would. She knew that there wasn’t much time left, and she had to tell him what had happened, but she didn’t want to relive that night. Her eyes closed for a long time as she collected her thoughts.Henry released her hand and went to get some water. He came back with the little pink bucket filled with little square ice cubes. Caitlyn’s mouth opened slightly and he slipped one in. He noticed even her tongue was a pallid pink, almost white. Once the ice was in her mouth he reclaimed her hand, it felt like leather. Her face looked fifty even though she was only twenty-eight.“I decided to go into the mountains for the weekend, I just couldn’t be around you after what you did. The sun was bright and it would do me good to get away. I had been to the Flatirons so many times, too many times with you, so I decided I would go more towards the Devil’s Backbone.”Caitlyn paused here, her thin hand reaching for the little pink bucket. Henry saw what she was trying to do and fed her another ice chip. Her eyes closed with her mouth as she let the water slowly trickle down her throat. It felt good, but immediately she could feel her throat drying again. She tried to swallow, and it hurt too much. She would have started crying if she was able to.Henry took her hand once more; this time he noticed she was still wearing her ring. It seemed like it should have fallen off long ago. The band was far too large for the little meat she had on her hand, but it still would have a little trouble getting over the knuckle, not much but enough to keep it on. It surprised him even more that she didn’t take it off, he was sure she would have.“I knew that area was known to have covens. There was a community that lived there which everyone knew was into that shit. Most people thought they were into Wicca, but a few said it was much worse than that, that some were into darker things. Things which would make the devil blush. I never believed any of that stuff would work, I told you that before. But I was wrong. I saw things which make me believe, make me know that something else can be channeled by those people.”The heart monitor started to race, it was the first time Henry had paid it any mind. His own heart started to quicken just from the sound. His hand tightened on her withered remains. The only reason he loosened his grip was due to the weak groan she let slip from those cracked lips.“Sorry,” he said.“It’s okay. I don’t think I have much left in me tonight, but you need to know what happened. It all happened that first night. I set u
Spooky Boo's Scary Story Time
Episode 230 Ghosts and Monsters Spirit Bottles and Cement GravesTranscriptGood evening, it's Spooky Boo coming to you from the KSND radio station in Sandcastle, California. Tonight's episode comes to you from the creepypasta libraries about ghosts and monsters. Kind of like the monsters here in Sandcastle, the reason why you should never visit this quaint little beach for if you ever find it then it might be your doom!Now let's begin...Spirit BottlesWritten by JohnathanNash“Will you be with me when the time comes?” Caitlyn asked.Her voice was soft and cracking due to dehydration. Even with the saline solution being pumped through the IV she was still far too weak to talk properly. Her lips were white and cracking like the earth in Death Valley. Henry tightened his grip on her hand, not by much but to acknowledge her request.“What happened out there?” he asked.“I will tell you, but first I need some ice. Feed some to me as I talk so I can at least keep my mouth wet enough to let you know what happened.”Caitlyn’s breathing was labored. This and the dehydration caused her to talk much slower than she normally would. She knew that there wasn’t much time left, and she had to tell him what had happened, but she didn’t want to relive that night. Her eyes closed for a long time as she collected her thoughts.Henry released her hand and went to get some water. He came back with the little pink bucket filled with little square ice cubes. Caitlyn’s mouth opened slightly and he slipped one in. He noticed even her tongue was a pallid pink, almost white. Once the ice was in her mouth he reclaimed her hand, it felt like leather. Her face looked fifty even though she was only twenty-eight.“I decided to go into the mountains for the weekend, I just couldn’t be around you after what you did. The sun was bright and it would do me good to get away. I had been to the Flatirons so many times, too many times with you, so I decided I would go more towards the Devil’s Backbone.”Caitlyn paused here, her thin hand reaching for the little pink bucket. Henry saw what she was trying to do and fed her another ice chip. Her eyes closed with her mouth as she let the water slowly trickle down her throat. It felt good, but immediately she could feel her throat drying again. She tried to swallow, and it hurt too much. She would have started crying if she was able to.Henry took her hand once more; this time he noticed she was still wearing her ring. It seemed like it should have fallen off long ago. The band was far too large for the little meat she had on her hand, but it still would have a little trouble getting over the knuckle, not much but enough to keep it on. It surprised him even more that she didn’t take it off, he was sure she would have.“I knew that area was known to have covens. There was a community that lived there which everyone knew was into that shit. Most people thought they were into Wicca, but a few said it was much worse than that, that some were into darker things. Things which would make the devil blush. I never believed any of that stuff would work, I told you that before. But I was wrong. I saw things which make me believe, make me know that something else can be channeled by those people.”The heart monitor started to race, it was the first time Henry had paid it any mind. His own heart started to quicken just from the sound. His hand tightened on her withered remains. The only reason he loosened his grip was due to the weak groan she let slip from those cracked lips.“Sorry,” he said.“It’s okay. I don’t think I have much left in me tonight, but you need to know what happened. It all happened that first night. I set u