Good evening, it's Spooky Boo Rhodes here with another episode of the creepy and the weird. Tonight in Sandcastle it is unusually cold and I think it is a little more than Mother Nature. The witches are out trying to make it rain for we really need it in California. They're out every night with their spells. The churches are praying. The monsters are begging. Monsters drink a lot of water, especially the big ones.Tonight I have for you some spooky, scary stories about blobs. What are blobs? Just blobs! Sentient substances we know nothing about. First I'd like to thank the listeners and Patreon members including madjoe, PA Nightmares, Ivy Iverson, John Newby, Patrick, and 933TheVolt.com. If you would like to become a Patreon member for a commercial free version of the show or you would like to support the show in other ways, please visit my website at www.scarystorytime.com/support. It is very much appreciated.Come and visit me on Satruday nights for the YouTube live stream on my channel at Spooky Boo Rhodes. The fun begins at 6:00 PM Pacific. Send in a letter or call in your story and it might be read on the show!Now let's begin.Story Number OneIt Came From the Pacificby Spooky Boo RhodesIt was cold and dark outside last night, pretty unusual for this time of year. April should be heating up in Sandcastle, but this year the frigid air from up north is somehow assailing our small coastal town. Usually, with the fog coming in, there is a warm wet blanket of air surrounding us. Still cold, but not frigid cold. The fog has been absent the past few nights.That's why I noticed it--the blob. As I watched from the lighthouse window after the show, I noticed this dark mass of nothingness slither onto the beach from the waves. At first, I thought it might be a small whale or even a large patch of seaweed stranded in the sand from the incoming surf or maybe the high tide from the night before but then I remembered I had been out on the beach earlier that day and it wasn't there.I turned off the lights in the lighthouse and lit a candle so I could see better outside and nothing could see in. As I watched, the blob slowly moved up the shore closer to the hillside. Inch by inch it stuck one small gelatinous arm out after the other. Arm? They weren't arms. They were more like appendages of things. Everything! From garbage and seaweed to dead fish and driftwood. As it passed, a sickly smell covered the area. My windows were closed and I could still smell the stench of decay passing by.In the dim moonlight, I could still see it getting closer to cliff then I noticed the couple laying there moonbathing. Why anyone would layout in the sand almost naked in the freezing cold was beyond me, but people do weird things here in Sandcastle. I opened the window a little and screamed at them to run! I yelled as loud as I could but they must have been sleeping or had headphones on because my cries of emergency did nothing. I dialed 9-1-1 and yelled into the phone that something was on the beach ready to devour some people. At first, they just laughed and asked if I was recording for the show, but I begged them to listen, but it was too late. The oily blob of garbage had reached its destination for dinner.As I screamed at the people laying there, it stopped and I think looked in my direction then continued to slither up the legs of the slumbering couple. It started up the feet, slowly taking its time to crawl up the legs then the screaming started.The woman screamed first, "HELP! It burns!" she looked over to her lover, shaking him on the shoulders. She tried to stand but stumbled on only her ankle bones. Her feet were gone. Bones and all.I watched in horror as it seemed to eat her flesh into its own body. Not with a mouth or teeth, but simply quickly digesting the pieces with its touch and sucking them in. I snatched a lighter from the cabinet and as I ran down the stairs I grabbed the bottle of lighter fluid from the BBQ pit. I wasn't going to wait for the cops to arrive.By the time I reached the couple, all that was left of the woman was her upper torso. She was already dead. The man had rolled over and tried to crawl away with his arms but whatever this hungry beast was had already devoured his lower legs. I tossed the lighter fluid all over the stench monster and made a trail of it toward the ocean. It took no notice of me as it continued to crawl up what remained of the woman.As I lit the trail of flammable liquid, it immediately burst into flames and crawled its way to the creature. Small explosions from something greasy and vile filled the night and so did the smell yet it didn't stop the horrifying splotch of mess from finishing off the head of the woman. The fire got bigger and brighter as it grew with each bite.With nothing left to attack it with, I ran back to the lighthouse and called the emergency line again and as I did, I noticed the thing was on its way here. The man was gone, most likely devoured by the thing."Hurry!" I yelled into the phone and left it off the hook. I watched as it wrapped its body around the base of the cliff surrounding the lighthouse and began inching its way up the hill.Panicked and with nowhere else to run, I ran up the stairs into the old control room, grabbing an old protective headset along the way. The foghorn hadn't been used to warn the ships since the new automated one was installed on the other side of the cliff except to impress tourists who came by in the summer--something I learned to help with to keep the radio station open. I prayed the system still worked and the fuel tanks were filled as I covered my ears with the earplugs and the headphones then turned on the generator and the compressor.I waited for the pressure to build to the right setting and just as the needle hit it, I could see the decomposing fingers of a person surrounded by greenish-black goop reach up to the glass of the window. The sound of the horn began to fill the night and as it did, I felt the bottom of the lighthouse shake a little. I looked out of the window to see the wretched mass of stench trembling and falling off onto the ground. Its body detached from the stone walls with a loud slurp and thudded onto the earth. As it made its way back into the ocean, the lights of several police cars reflected off the incoming fog from the cliff adjacent to the lighthouse. Whether it was the vibrations or the sound, I don't know, but it was gone back into the depths from which is came."Are you ok, Ms. Rhodes?" I heard the Sheriff ask as I took off the headset."Did you see it?" I shouted. I couldn't hear my voice for a moment, still rattled by the sound of the horn."We just got here. Didn't see anything. What happened?"I pointed toward the beach where the couple was devoured. Nothing was left except an oily residue from the creature. The same residue that surrounded the bottom of the lighthouse. He said they would take samples and notify me. They would also investigate the couple because no one, not even I, had a clue as to who they were. It was all that could be done, for, in Sandcastle, many deaths and disappearances go unsolved.Stay tuned for Story Number 2(COMMERCIAL)Story Number 2Day of the ShadowA Creepypasta by AadvakiHave you heard of The Blob?It's a horror film from the 50s, remade in the 80s, about a moving pink blob that ate people through its skin and dissolved them, growing larger and larger.You might be wondering why the hell I brought it up... well, the being I encountered was like the Blob, only... well... you'll see.As all cliched horror stories start out, I happened to be in a dark and stormy night, with a microburst taking care of the lack of light. I had a generator, but foolishly decided not to waste it; I didn't have candles, either, so the only light I had was the occasional flashes of lightning.As I curled up in my bed - yet another classic horror cliche - hoping to enjoy the constant pitter-patter of rain slowly edging me into sleep, I did happen to notice some shadows caused by the lightning to be a bit longer than usual. Thoughts of monsters and shit went through my mind, though of course, I ignored it. As the human does when confronted with scariness, I began noticing more things: pipes banging. Odd noises. An object's slight movement.Nothing really creeped me out; until I heard a strange noise, that really couldn't be explained. It sounded like someone's stomach rumbling, only, imagine it sounded more like a moan and not your stomach. Like I said, to explain it, I'd have to really go descriptive on your ass, and to waste time on shit like that isn't my intent.What made this noise worse than just a few bangs in the night was that it was constant. Not constant sound, though, as it faded, then rose in volume yet again. It more irritated me then anything, but of course, I just rationalized. Now, I'm not going to say, "It was the worse mistake I've ever made," because I'm actually in a pretty good situation right now because of the fucker. I got up to go to the bathroom, did my business, and was about to climb back into bed when I saw myself sleeping in it.That meant one of three things. Either I was high/hallucinating, dead, or in some really stupid nightmare. I decided to take nightmare."Hello?" I said. Might as well follow along and get this over with. "We're in a fucking dream, you know. Just scare me and be done with this."Then the doppelganger in the bed opened its eyes and snapped its head up, a loud crack resonating. I've seen and never been afraid of jump scares, but I was a little freaked about the neck snap. Also, the eyes of my clone were pitch black. No life within them. And by black, I mean everything was black; iris, pupil, even the outsides of its eyes were black.Then my clone began... melting, into this black, gooey shit. I wouldn't be scared, except that his entire body EXCEP
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