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I realized that I let out the last NSFW on the $1.00 Patreon level and I apologize for that.Good evening, it's Spooky Boo broadcasting to you from the lighthouse in Sandcastle, California on the radiowaves of KSND, the sound of the sea and Sandcastle's classic rock station. As the vampires hunt outside in the darkness and the smoke demons enter homes through the chimneys, I sit here in the safety of the lighthouse, bringing you the dark stories of the internet. Tonight I have for you 3 tales from the creepypasta libraries about demons and devils and then only on Patreon you'll hear an NSFW vampire story by Sarah Marshal that will tickle your senses. All over. At the end of the show, I'll tell you how you can access these stories available only to Patreon members.Now let's begin...AppreciationMy life is beautiful.In fact, it was beyond beauty. Within it I felt a pleasure indescribable by man. It was euphoria incarnate. My husband’s kisses always sent my heart aflutter. My son’s laughter warmed my soul. Each day was just a blank slate waiting to be filled with the colors itching behind every memory we create. An experience I wouldn’t give up for the world.I often think back to that fateful day. The day this appreciation began. I walked into that pharmacy without any inkling to what waited on the other side. When that saleswoman told me that the single pill within her callused hands was the only medication I’d ever need, my mind did not fully grasp that message. But my heart was willing to try.And try I did, the pill on my tongue and water rushing it down my throat. At first I felt nothing. It wouldn’t be the first placebo I’ve taken. But the effects were all too real as I closed my eyes.Blood.I could feel the blood rushing beneath my very flesh. The sound was amplified within my pulsing ears. Strangely, it was more soothing than a mother’s lullaby.Soon the sound was accompanied by an image. It was an empty room painted a sickly shade of grey with the corners blotted out with darkness. As soon as my eyes adjusted to my dim surroundings, I noticed a cloaked figure standing silently in the center.The emotions coming from it made a chill go through my body. I didn’t want to speak to it, but the more I remained quiet, the more I felt very alone.As though sensing my loneliness, the creature stiffly lifted its head. The face was thickly hidden in the shadow of its hood. I could smell a rancid odor as the distinct sound of a creaky hinge sounded. It was opening its mouth to speak:“Are you happy?” Its voice was raspy, as though it was a heavy smoker.I looked around at the different corners of the abyss as though looking for an answer. My attention was snapped back to the figure as an angry, dreadful hiss came from its hidden lips.“O-of course I am!” I replied, astonished.Suddenly the room became filled with laughter. It sounded inhuman as it filled my very soul with disgust. It was so loud and instant that I almost fell from fright as my body became racked with pain. It felt like my limbs were being pulled apart by invisible forces.The figure had no sympathy as it took a silent step towards me. In the midst of all the mocking chortles it asked once again, “Are you happy?”Unable to withstand the pain anymore, I fell to my knees and wept, “No! No I’m not!”The laughter became silent at once as I spoke the truth, but my limbs still burned. Even though I couldn’t see its face, I could feel a smile come across it, “Are you willing to give up everything?”“Yes,” I sobbed, “just make this pain stop!”I felt a familiar callused hand stroke my cheek. Though the action was loving, the skin was cold and unfeeling. It lifted my head upwards. At first my eyes had met with nothing but darkness, but soon the room lit up and I gasped. All around me I could see thousands of laughing demons. Each of them looked like failed lab experiments as arms ju