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This program is meant for mature audiences and those not offended by spooky content and can be found on YouTube, Apple Podcasts, Spotify, and other podcast platforms. Visit www.scarystorytime.com to get your favorite link.Good evening, it's Spooky Boo coming to you from the cool crisp fog of Sandcastle, California. I'm sitting here this evening in the safety of the lighthouse broadcasting from the KSND radio waves. It's cool and foggy out tonight with a bit of rain and thunder. It's probably a good thing as it keeps the citizens in their homes and the monsters at bay. No one really wants to be taken by surprise by a Sandcastle monster and it may be their last night on Earth, at least as a human.Tonight I have for you 3 very creepy stories about demons and hell.But first, I'd like to thank my listeners and Patreon members including madjoe, PA Nightmares, Ivy Iverson, John Newby, Patrick, and 933TheVolt.com. If you would like to support the show via Patreon please visit my Patreon page at www.patreon.com/spookybooscarystorytime or, if you would rather buy a t-shirt, mug, or make a donation through Venmo, PayPal or other means visit https://www.scarystorytime.com/support. You can also show support by sharing the website and episode links with your friends. It is really very helpful and I do appreciate it a lot.Now let's begin...Deathbed TableA Creepypasta by MrAnonThank you all for coming. I am glad to see you all here, even though you are undoubtedly more concerned for your inheritance than for me. I’ve been a cold-hearted bastard for a lot of years, even more than you know. I can’t imagine that you’ll ever forgive me for what I’ve done, so I only ask that you judge my deeds in the proper context. That is why I have called you here – to tell you about my life and my sin, and to explain why one of you will die with me.I grew up in a nothing town in the Arizona desert. Not even a Post Office; just a school, a diner, and the last gas station before the highway to Las Vegas. The only thing I had in the world was my friends. There wasn’t much to do, but we had so much fun that I never worried about the future.I remember one night, desperate for anything to do besides homework, we had a game of hide-and-seek in the cemetery. On the count of ten, we flew in all directions. I ran to the back of the graveyard, past the tombs of the city fathers, to a place where time had wiped away the names of the dead. Searching for the perfect hiding place, I fell over a broken headstone, tore my leg something awful. Must have left half a gallon of blood in that grave, but they never found me.When the final school bell rang out, my friends scattered to the wind – college, the army, anything to get out of that little town. But turning eighteen took me by surprise. I found myself working at the gas station, watching cars filled with laughing people headed to places I’d never see.Months passed by like commercials on TV. The bell rang for the trillionth time, and I trudged out to fill up yet another car. This one was a Corvette, canary yellow, shining like candy wrapped in cellophane. Behind the wheel was a pretty, young thing in a tank top and aviator sunglasses. I scrubbed her windshield and out of habit said “Have fun in Vegas.” She smiled, the sunlight glinting in her glasses. “Actually, Daddy and I just moved to town. I’m headed to work at the diner across the road. By the way, my name is Rosa.” She handed me a few crumpled bills and waggled her fingers goodbye. As I stared at her tail-lights, I realized I hadn’t told her my name.After that, I had every meal at her table, trying to work up the nerve to introduce myself and ask her out. I ate slowly, hoping to find the words by the time I’d finished dessert. Only took me six months! Finally, she agreed