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Spooky Stories About Freaky Beings and MonstersGood evening, it's Spooky Boo coming to you from the lighthouse in Sandcastle, California. It's getting close to Christmas time and tonight I'm wrapping packages for my friends here in this forsaken town. I've bought crosses and garlic, wood stakes and ribeye steaks, silver mirrors and silver bullets. All of these gifts are necessary for friends who refuse to buy their own. I know, I sound like a drag but these are necessities here in Purgatory.Tonight I have for you a bunch of creepy stories that will make your toes curl and your fingers pull your blankets up over your head. These spooky, scary stories are from the Creepypasta library and are not for the timid!Before I begin I'd like to thank the listeners and the Patreon members including madjoe, P.A. Nightmares on YouTube, Ivy Iverson, John Newby, Patrick, and 933TheVoltcom for without the listeners, Patrons, and sponsors this show would not be possible.  To learn how you can support Spooky Boo's Scary Story Time and Creepypasta Scary Stories visit the website at www.scarystorytime.com/support. Sign up for membership to get the podcast commericial free or buy a t-shirt to show your friends, it all helps. You can also share the program with your friends on social media as it really helps out a lot. Just search for Spooky Boo's Scary Story Time on your favorite social media platform.Now let's begin...One at a TimeSusan woke in a cold sweat. The power was off and the din of silence pounded at the membranes of her mind. The room was a dense and heavy dark save a strange ambient glow of amber permeating through the narrow crack between her door and the frame. The air was thick, moist, and suffocating, almost as if it was trying to kill her and have the room to itself.Besides a pounding cranium and rash-covered lungs, she felt the utmost sense of unease, the type one gets when they peer down a dark alleyway in the middle of a muggy summer night. She flipped her pillow and lay her head on the frigid cotton weave case. She remained motionless after that, every inch of her being screaming at her to roll over and see what was there. The darkness grew heavier as if it were corpses being piled upon her one at a time. One at a time."Heeeewwwuuuuu huugggghhhhh..."The sudden noise sent a trickle of icy despair down her spine. She wasn't alone. She dared not close her eyes, for she was terrified at what she might see when she opened them. Who was breathing? Was it her? The hot air stung her trachea as it was pumped in and out.Every breathe was accompanied with a slight wheeze. Perhaps the ominous breathing had been her, and she just hadn't noticed it. She had no way of knowing though; she had to remain motionless, staring at that amber light. If she moved, it would get her.One at a time. Dead grins welcoming the reluctant soul. One at a time,Her eyes were fish out of the water, burning in the heat of a non-existent sun. What was once her lips had become awkward mountain ranges, dry and scaly with gummy dampness in the valley. The wheezing had stopped, and so had the otherworldly breathing. The deep, torturous silence returned. It knocked at her brain, asking, no, demanding access to her sanity. She denied it, but the silence was a fabulous lock pick.One at a time. Corpse after corpse. One at a time.The dark outlining the amber glow twisted and contorted into grotesque shapes and beings that words cannot describe. As she witnessed the inborn terrors of the human mind, the glow flickers as if something crept through it. The darkness changed into all the creatures of nightmare, setting her sanity on edge. Another flicker. An impossible tear formed in her eye. Darkness. The amber light died without warning.One at a time. The stench of the forgotten grave. One at a time.The door creaked, age old hinges resisting the even older wood. Crying in t