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Abyss Myuu
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Stories https://creepypasta.fandom.com/wiki/Masterpiece https://creepypasta.fandom.com/wiki/Beneath_the_Plastic Ambience Abyss Myuu https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7s4d6NFIRdMHey it’s spooky boo, also known as Nightmare’s Mistress on youtube. Tonight I have for you spooky stories from the Saturday night livestream on YouTube. If you would like to see the whole episode involving the chat and the cool masks I wear plus all of the fun and mistakes I might have made creating this episode, visit me on youtube at www.nightmaresmistress.com. Messages from the phone calls I receive, letters and unboxings are also included on the Saturday night video. Come and join the fun every Saturday night at 7:00 PM Pacific. This audio has been edited from the original programming.Be sure to catch the Pop Culture Kaboom Radio show on Carson City’s own KNVC 95.1 on my list of recent interviews at www.scarystorytime.com/interviews to hear the great fun I had with Jimmie Jones and Josh at KNVC 95.1 the other night.I’d like to thank the listeners and the Patreon members including madejoe, P.A. Nightmares, Ivy Iverson, 933TheVolt.com, John Newby, and Patrick. If you would like to join them and support the program visit my website at www.scarystorytime.com/support to find out how.Now let’s begin….It's MasterpieceI've been lying down for hours now. It's 5:35AM and there's not much I can do. You know what the worst part about my situation is? I'm in the same room as my parents. They keep looking at me, and I can't help but look back and try not to cry or scream. Their eyes are focused on me and their mouths are wide open. There's a strong scent of blood and I feel paralyzed with fear.Here's the thing. The second I make any hint that I'm not asleep anymore, I'm completely fucked. I will die and there's nobody around to save me. I've been trying to think of a way out but the only idea I have is to rush for the front door and scream for help, hoping any neighbors hear me. It's risky, but if I stay here, I'll surely die. He's waiting for me to wake up and see his masterpiece.You're probably wondering what's going on. I do tend to get ahead of myself sometimes.About three hours ago, I heard screaming from the other side of the house. I got up and went to check on the noise before realizing I had to use the restroom. Instead of doing the smart thing and investigating, I used the bathroom first. I could've gotten myself killed right then for my stupid actions. I did my business and took a peek outside the bathroom. There was blood on the carpet. I got very worried and ran back to my room, hiding under the sheets like the pussy I was. I tried to convince myself to go back to sleep, that it was just some really vivid dream or something.But I heard my bedroom door open. Like the terrified child I was, I peeked out from under my blankets to see what was going on. I could see something dragging my dead parents into the room. It was not human, I can tell you that. It was hairless, with no eyes or clothing. It walked like a caveman, with its back slouched as it dragged my parents. But this thing was much smarter than any caveman. It was aware of what it was doing.It propped my dad up on the edge of my bed, and made him face me. It then sat my mother down in the chair and positioned her towards me as well. It then started rubbing its hands on the walls, staining them with blood and then drew a circle with the Devil's pentagram in it. This thing had made what it would probably call a masterpiece. To finish it off, it scribbled a message into the wall that I could not read in the darkness.It then positioned itself under my bed waiting to strike.The scariest thing now is my eyes have adjusted to the darkness since then, and I can read the message on the wall. I don't want to look at it, because it's terrifying to think about it. But I feel I need to see, before I'm killed.I peek at the creature's masterpiece."I know you're awake."Beneath the Plasticby ParlourThe rain pattered gently in the dark of night, crystalline raindrops cascading down Robert's windshield. No matter how many times his wipers ran them through, they kept coming back. The wipers danced back and forth to the rhythm of the song on the radio."We can't stay this way for-everrrr..." Robert mumbled along to the radio, off tempo and out of key. It didn't really matter to him; he had one thing on his mind, and that was home. 14 hours on a cramped flight was never Robert's favorite place to be, and he was always preferential to his own living room. He had promised his wife that this would be the last trip for a while, and that he would request to be stationed at home more from his boss. He didn't have much of a shot at getting that request approved, but Robert had always been a dreamer.Fuck, running low on gas. Kay'll kill me if I don't fill it soon; might as well do it now, I guess. Robert thought to himself as he stared disappointedly at the drooping fuel needle. The yellow roof of the town gas station was just coming into view over the horizon; that signified the outskirts of town, which signified home. He was more than ready to put this entire trip behind him and return to the place he belonged. But first, there was always an obstacle.Robert pulled into the gas station, putting his car into park and stepping outside. The rain had stopped, which was odd considering the ferocity at which it had once berated Robert's windows. He walked up to the doors; through the glass windows, he could see that his friend Harry was manning the counter for the night.Good ol' Harry. Not exactly the first familiar face I wanted to see, but it could be worse."Hiya, Harry." Robert called out nonchalantly as he pushed the doors open, immediately making a beeline for the energy drinks. Harry gave no reply."You awake, Harry? Or are you just giving me the silent treatment cause I had to miss the camping trip?" Robert asked jokingly as he approached the counter with his drink. He looked at Harry, and a pit began to form in his stomach.It wasn't Harry at the counter; it couldn't be. Its hair was blocky and shiny, its face had no texture. It stared blankly at Robert with eyes that weren't real, holding a grin with fake teeth.It was a mannequin. A mannequin that looked exactly like Harry. Its arm was outstretched, as if the lifeless husk were mid transaction with a customer. It was then that Robert realized that he was alone in the gas station; just him and... Harry.This is a joke. It's gotta be a joke."Alright Harry," he called out, "you got me good. Joke's over, huh? But how did you get a mannequin so realistic? I mean Jesus, Harry, this thing is almost a spitting image of you. How did you..."He trailed off, waiting for Harry to jump out from the back room, or from behind an aisle. He was truly alone with the mannequin. If this was a joke, nobody was stepping forward to admit it."Ok guys," he stammered as he backed up towards the door, "this has been really funny. Harry, you and all your gas station friends are fucked up for this one, you know that? I... I gotta go, remind me to kick your asses for this later... haha..."He pushed the doors open behind him, shuffling towards his car. He opened his car door and locked it behind him, breathing an instinctive sigh of relief. He didn't know what he was so afraid of; his friends were playing a prank on him because he had been gone for so long, and he was letting it get to his head.He gazed into the window one last time before pulling away. In the time that he had gone to his car, the mannequin's head had swiveled 90 degrees. It was looking out the window. It was looking at Robert's car.It was looking straight at him.Robert's pulse quickened as he drove away, his shaky hands gripping relentlessly on the wheel. His breathing was rapid and uneven, and he found it hard to catch his breath at all.That wasn't possible... if anybody moved it that quickly, you would've seen them... you would've had to have seen them! So who moved that mannequin?As he entered the residential area, Robert began to see more of them. There was a boy standing in his driveway, red kickball placed gently in his plastic hands. His face was a permanent mold of youthful joy, and a female mannequin watched him from an open doorway. There were cyclists laying under overturned bikes, cargo short clad fathers posed with lawnmowers that had long since died... it was if they were all placed instantly, with precision but without warning."Not much further to the house," Robert murmured to himself, "find Kay, she'll know what's going on. If this is still some fucked up prank, she's the one person who won't be in on it. I know she won't."Deep down, he knew it couldn't be a prank anymore. A group of friends replacing one townsperson with a mannequin to fool him? Sure, it was plausible. But now the mannequins were everywhere; they were on every lawn, on every street, on every block. All of them were posed like people going about their lives; they were getting into cars, they were checking the mailbox, they were bending down to pick up the paper. Each of them, like the Harry mannequin, was an identical copy to one of Robert's fellow citizens. People he knew, people he spoke to on a daily basis... they were gone somehow, and these things stood in their wake.Ev

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All stories but one are anonymous. One of them is my story. Guess which one? Tell me in the comments :)  Story credits: One is by me the others are anonymous and preferred that way. You guess which one is by me and fiction!  Music/background: Abyss by MYUU, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7s4d6NFIRdM This channel is changing from Spooky Boo's Scary Story Time to Nightmare's Mistress.Good evening, it's Spooky Boo. Tonight I have for you 3 freaky stories about Ouija Boards. One of these stories I made up, the other two were sent into the program. I'd love to know which one you think I wrote. Let me know by making a comment on the YouTube channel. Oh, by the way, for now, I've renamed the YouTube channel to Nightmare's Mistress although you can still find it by searching for Spooky Boo's Scary Story Time or preferably by searching for Nightmare's Mistress. Simply searching for Spooky Boo will not find my channel most of the time now. The podcast remains the same.Before I begin 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 by joining Patreon or by buying merchandise, visit www.scarystorytime.com/support.[caption id="attachment_2163" align="alignleft" width="300"] Image by Amy_Gillard from Pixabay[/caption]A Quick Game of DisasterIt was a dark summer afternoon with a rare summer storm going through town that gave Natasha and Deb the idea to pull out the ouija board. Back then the Ouija Board was a game sold through a toy company and many people bought it without thinking twice about what it meant. Of course, a game board is just a game board until someone actually invokes a spirit through some sort of incantation. Most people don't realize they're doing just that when they start toying around with the game.The girls searched for the darkest room in the house which ended up being the bathroom. They sat cross-legged on the floor while lighting a candle and leaving the door open just a crack. With their hands resting delicately on the planchette, they started the ritual--moving it around in circles calling upon spirits they didn't know. Neither of them had any close relatives who died so they just called upon anything that might answer.The girls felt the coldness of the wind outside blowing into the room. They laughed a little and continued their game. The candle flickered a little, giving off the eeriness of a seance."Who are you?" Natasha said in a calm voice.The planchette jerked to the word No in the upper corner."You did that!" Natasha laughed as she pointed a finger at Deb."Yeah OK, you got me!" Deb blurted out, laughing.They put their hands back on the plastic triangular object and moved it around in circles calling for whatever might be listening. Just then the door slammed shut and a breeze blew out the candle sitting next to the board. Natasha looked up at the bathroom window and realized it had been shut the whole time. They ran around the house checking all of the doors and windows and realized there was no way a breeze could have moved anything at any time because nothing was open.That night, after Deb went home and Natasha laid quietly in bed alone waiting to fall asleep, she noticed the door to her bedroom closet slowly opening. The room suddenly grew cold enough to see her own breath. As she breathed out, she could see a silhouette of a face through her breath. It moved closer to her as she tried to back away. The putrid smell of its mouth moved inches from her and it whispered, "I'm here to stay."It quickly dissipated into the air and left Natasha with her heart beating so fast she thought she would die. She didn't sleep for the next week sending her to the hospital with a bit of temporary psychosis. After that, she never slept in her room again and never heard back from the spirit that haunted her. Years later, after her parents sold the house, a renter died in the same room.[caption id="attachment_2164" align="alignright" width="300"] Image by PublicDomainPictures from Pixabay[/caption]Ouija Board StalkerI know it sounds like a pretty weird title, but it is exactly what happened. My friend was spending the night and we decided to get out my parents' Ouija Board. Stupid right? We did a lot of stupid things when we were kids. We thought nothing of it, it was a game by a company.We went down to the basement and lit a few candles then started saying some pretty silly lines. We had no idea what to do as the directions were gone and all we knew were what we saw on tv shows. We'd ask it questions about boyfriends and potential boyfriends and stupid girl things. Most of the answers were the other person answering in some way like "He loves you" or "He hates you" and the standard yes or no. We knew we were goofing off and doing it until we both felt the pressure on the planchette that neither of us created.It wanted to move to different letters that weren't related to the questions we were asking. At one point it spelled out K-I-L-L-E-D and D-I-E. Against my better judgment, I asked it, "Who are you?""I-S-E-E-Y-O-U""I see you," I repeated what it said and then we saw a shadow move across the wall. I wanted to just toss the damn thing in the garbage but then it moved our hands again."I-N-T-H-E-W-I-N-D-O-W" it spelled out without either of us pushing the planchette.We both looked up at the little basement window and saw someone in a hoodie staring at us from outside. We couldn't see his eyes or his face, just blackness like smoke swirling around in circles under the hood. The hoodie was a modern sweatshirt type hoodie not like Death or anything. We heard a laugh from outside the window and then a scraping noise like someone was trying to get in.My friend and I screamed and ran up the stairs, leaving the board behind and the candles still lit. I guess maybe we either hit one of the candles as we ran out because the basement caught on fire. Luckily my parents walked in the door just then and my dad put the fire out before the house went up in flames.I guess it could have been someone stalking us through the window but then how did the board know what to say? We didn't even know he was there until the board told us. Perhaps it was some spirit warning us there was a creeper watching us? Or maybe the creeper was the spirit and controlled the board to scare us.My parents called the cops telling them there was some weirdo looking into basement windows but they never caught anyone doing it. Some families were also robbed that night. Sometimes I wonder if I should have thanked whatever was in the board for warning us, but to this day we don't know if it was the guy controlling the board or a spirit.We never touched the Oujia Board or went into that basement again.[caption id="attachment_2165" align="alignleft" width="300"] Image by S. Hermann & F. Richter from Pixabay[/caption]Death by AsphixationOne time my friends and I decided to play with an Ouija Board against the better judgement of my overly religious mom. I probably should have listened to her though. We brought it into the house and she yelled at us telling us we had to remove it from the home immediately and that it was evil. At the time I didn't believe it, I thought it was just a game. My friend, being into the occult, said it was more than that and I thought I'd entertain her and spook her a bit with some fake stuff.We snuck it back into the house while Mom was sleeping and brought it into my room. She lit a candle for protection saying that a white candle was probably best and then we sat down and started asking questions while moving the planchette around in a circular motion. I was trying to think up something to say when we started to smell something like a BBQ. I blew out the candle thinking it was the fumes from the wax but it didn't go away.We continued to play thinking it was probably just something at a neighbor's house. I woud ask questions and my friend would giggle and answer them. It wasn't until we started asking about spirits in the house when the planchette started to move on its own. It suddenly spelled out LEAVE OR DIE and the smell of the BBQ got worse. My eyes started to blur and burn. Suddenly we could barely breathe and started choking and coughing on the air. We crawled out of there coughing so much that my mom woke up and found us shuddering in the living room. She asked what had happened and we told her. Althoug she couldn't smell anything and was not affected, she was very concerned. She was so mad at me for bringing that board back into the house, but was very concerned about what happened because after she opened all of the windows even though she couldn't smell anything she still called the fire department who eventually gave us an all clear. Then she told us a story.Before we bought the house a lonely man who lost his family lived there. He couldn't pay his electric bill so he started a BBQ in one of the rooms without opening a window. No one really knows if he didn't know it was dangerous or if he was trying to end his pain. He started it in the family room next to my room. The vent was open between the two rooms but not outside so when he put the lid on the coal to die out, the fumes went into his room and killed him where he died in his sleep.After that, we moved. We couldn't sell the house for more than what she bought it for which was really cheap because of the man who died and it remains empty as an abandoned house. No one will live there and I will never go back.[caption id="attachment_2166" align="alignleft" width="194"] Image by Tommy Takacs from Pixabay[/caption]The Girl With the KnifeI grew up in an older house where it was rumored that a girl who became severely depressed because of her sister's death lived. The rent was really cheap because no one wanted to live there as it was assu

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DESCRIPTION► After the disappearance of another musician, a washed up recording artist rents a home through his manager only to find the people who have rented the home and disappared have something to do with the sweestest guitar he had ever played.

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Spooky Boo Rhodes is both an author and a podcaster. She has three podcasts available: Spooky Boo's Scary Story Time where she writes her own stories and tells them on the podcast, Creepypasta and Scary Stories where she tells the creepy stories of the internet written by other authors, and Creepy True Scary Stories where people send in their own true scary stories for Spooky Boo to read.

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Scary Story Time is the world of horror written by Spooky Boo Rhodes. Here you will find scary stories of ghosts, haunted houses, vampires, werewolves, paranormal events, monsters, demons, cryptids, aliens, witches, and the unknown. The mystical entities in Sandcastle have been fighting the world of good vs. evil since time began. Today, crime hides within the realm of evil, and very few can tell the difference. Visit https://www.scarystorytime.com for more info.

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Tonight Spooky Boo's Scary Story Time Tells Creepy Clown StoriesGood evening, it's Spooky Boo coming to you from the lighthouse in Sandcastle, California. Tonight I have for you two very weird creepypasta killer clown stories. While these stories aren't based in Sandcastle, I can tell you that we have the creepiest clowns around and we love making you scream.For a peek at the cool facemasks I use while telling these stories, subscribe to my YouTube channel Spooky Boo's Scary Story Time where you can have fun in my YouTube chat room on Saturday nights at 7 PM Pacific while I attempt live stories and have fun chatting with the listeners. We have lots of fun.Jacko the Very, Very Bad ClownJacko was a very, very bad clown.Jacko wasn't funny. Jacko wasn't cute. Jacko didn't make children laugh, smile or feel safe. Jacko made children uncomfortable and afraid. Jacko made children grossed out. Jacko made children feel sad. Nobody liked Jacko, and Jacko knew it all too well.But it wasn't his fault. Jacko wanted to be a funny clown. Jonah Galochio's Traveling Circus had lots of funny clowns. Cosmo, Peanut, Benny, Ice Cream, Uncle Woody, and even Little Willie. They were all happy clowns, and they loved making children laugh and smile. Jacko wanted to be like them, he wanted to make children laugh and smile too, but they never did. Not once.The children didn't ever laugh at Jacko's jokes. The children hated Jacko's smile. He never had a single child ever smile back at him. His grin never felt real. It was always so forced, so painful looking. He didn't ever really look happy, and the children could tell. They would scream and they would cry and shout. Mr. Galochio would have to make Jacko leave the stage. Jacko hated being a bad clown. He hated that he couldn't make people laugh and clap and be happy.The other clowns all loved Jacko, and he loved the other clowns right back. There weren't many people who liked clowns anymore, only the children who still come to the circus. So clowns have to stick together. They were like a family, and the only real family Jacko ever had in his life. The other clowns cared about Jacko and loved him unconditionally, even if he was a bad clown. That's what good clowns do, they love people. They never hurt people. They make the circus a happy place to be.There were many different types of clowns: there were the entertainers that made people laugh and smile, there were their foils and sidekicks, who had to be the butts of most of their jokes, there were the sad clowns who made people cry, and then there were the bad clowns. The clowns nobody liked. The clowns that couldn't even be sidekicks because everyone was so afraid of them. Jacko, of course, was a bad clown.Mr. Galochio hated Jacko more than the children did. He wanted Jacko gone, or at least never allowed to perform again. After all, Jacko scared the children and upset them, and it was costing him money. Money was everything to Mr. Galochio, and if you got between it and him, you were the enemy.But the other clowns were having none of it. As you know, clowns have to stick together. If you get rid of one clown, you have to get rid of all of them. Mr. Galochio knew he couldn't run a circus without clowns. So he had to let Jacko stay. There was just no question.Jacko hated being a bad clown. He hated scaring people. He hated making them upset. Jacko wanted the circus to be a happy place. Clowns especially had to be happy if the circus was supposed to be happy. After all, if the people who were supposed to make you laugh couldn't even smile, how could you?Uncle Woody told Jacko that whenever he was having a bad day and needed to make himself happy so he could perform, he just thought of a happy memory to perk him up - like when he got married, or when his son was born, or his first kiss, or even just a silly thing like a funny TV show or payday. But Jacko couldn't do that, because he didn't have any happy memories.Jacko's life before the circus wasn't very happy. When he was a child, his parents were very sad people. His father was a bad, bad man who liked to hit his mother and scream all sorts of nasty and foul things at her. He would beat her all day and night until his hands were too sore to hit any more. She would scream, she would cry, she would call for help, but no one ever came. How could Jacko help? He was only a little boy.But Jacko wasn't just upset that he couldn't make people laugh, he also hated all the bad guests that would come to the circus. The people who were rude, nasty and mean. The people who would shout at the other guests, get in fights, throw things at the clowns and cuss at them. The mean teenagers, the drunk men, the grumpy old people, and worst of all: the bad children who didn't listen to their parents. Oh, Jacko really hated them. He was so jealous - here these children were, with good parents who loved them, and they rejected them. They were mean and bratty and disrespectful. They had what Jacko always wanted, and they just threw it away!The clowns would perform lots of amazing stunts and spectacular tricks to entertain all the people who came to the circus. They leaped from great heights, walked on tight ropes, juggled dangerous objects, drove go-karts at high speeds, balanced themselves on balls and unicycles, shot themselves from cannons and even set themselves on fire sometimes. Uncle Woody told Jacko they could do all of this because clowns were like cartoons - they could do things no one else could do because they could never be hurt. You could burn them, crush them, flatten them like a pancake, stab them, shoot them, and they'd always get right back up and come back for more.One night, Jacko was upset after having a particularly bad day at the circus. They were in a rough town, and all the people there were really mean. They cussed, they threw things, they fought with each other, they booed at the performance, they littered, and they hardly ever laughed. Jacko really hated them. Uncle Woody said good clowns never hate, but Jacko wasn't a good clown, and he knew it. Uncle Woody also always said that good clowns should never drink or smoke, but Jacko knew he wasn't a good clown, and he was always very sad. He felt like he needed to drink and smoke just to get through the day.Jacko had just finished drinking and he was feeling a bit woozy. He was walking back to the big top so he could lay down and fall back asleep. It was cold that night, and Jacko was wearing a red bomber jacket over his usual red suit. But just that moment, Jacko heard something horrible happening on the circus grounds - he heard a woman crying and screaming for help, and a man yelling at her.Jacko rushed over to find a horrible sight - there was a dirty man with a nasty beard pinning a woman to the ground and hitting her. He was screaming the most awful things and swearing and smacking her really hard. It was a horrible thing for Jacko to see. It reminded him of how his father used to beat his mother right in front of him. How he would smack her and scream at her and tell her she's worthless. It made him so sick.In that moment, he didn't just see a man hitting a woman, he saw his mother, crying on the ground and begging for help. When he looked at the man, he didn't just see his father, he saw every bad guest who ever came to the circus. He saw every bad child, every rude teenager, every drunken adult, all the people who used naughty words, all the people who booed at his friends, all the people who threw things, every single person who littered and screamed, everyone. He hated that man more than he ever hated anyone in his life.It was at the moment that the man reached into his jacket and pulled out a large knife. Jacko didn't know what the man was going to do, but he didn't want to find out. So at that moment, Jacko did what he always wished he could have done as a child: he stepped in and stopped the man.The man took one look at Jacko and screamed. He was afraid of clowns. Jacko hated it when people were afraid of him, and he really hated people who were afraid of clowns.The man stabbed Jacko in the stomach and chest over and over, slamming away at him clumsily as his hands were shaking from fear. But it didn't work. Jacko didn't get hurt, he didn't bleed. Nothing happened. It's just like Uncle Woody said, clowns are like cartoons. You can't hurt them. They always come right back for more.Jacko slammed his beer bottle over the man's head, shattering it, knocking the man to the ground and making him drop his knife. The man's face was covered in broken glass. He was screaming even louder now and begging Jacko to stop. But Jacko was too mad. He hated this man so much it made him sick. He hated this man so much that he didn't want him to exist anymore. He wanted him dead.That's when Jacko picked up the man's knife.He stabbed the rude man over and over again, splashing blood everywhere. The man yelled and cried and begged Jacko to stop and called for help, but it was a quiet night and there was no one around. The man's cries for help were smothered by the sound of him gurgling up his own blood and choking on it. Jacko stabbed at the man over and over again, until he stopped moving. Jacko felt the life drain right out of the man, and he died.Jacko stood up, his suit and jacket covered from head-to-toe in gooey red blood. He looked over to the woman, who was trembling in fear. He didn't know what to say to her. But he soon found he didn't have to say anything. The woman ran over and hugged him. She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed tight. She was so happy, Jacko saved her life! He was a hero! She wouldn't be alive right now if it wasn't for Jacko.Just then, Jacko felt something crawl on his face that he had never felt before in his life - a smile.He was smiling for the first time ever. A real smile. Not a forced one, not a mean one, a real, happy smile. One where you can look someone right in the eyes and tell they really me

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Story One Title: Jacko the Very, Very Bad Clown
Author: DoctorBleed
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Story Two Title: Stubb's Clubhouse
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Spooky Boo Rhodes is both an author and a podcaster. She has three podcasts available: Spooky Boo's Scary Story Time where she writes her own stories and tells them on the podcast, Creepypasta and Scary Stories where she tells the creepy stories of the internet written by other authors, and Creepy True Scary Stories where people send in their own true scary stories for Spooky Boo to read.

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The Doll Named Lil' Nancy
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About Spooky Boo

Spooky Boo Rhodes is both an author and a podcaster. She has three podcasts available: Spooky Boo's Scary Story Time where she writes her own stories and tells them on the podcast, Creepypasta and Scary Stories where she tells the creepy stories of the internet written by other authors, and Creepy True Scary Stories where people send in their own true scary stories for Spooky Boo to read.

Visit Spooky Boo's favorite punk band at https://www.officialstayout.com

This podcast includes stories of a dark nature and may not be suitable for all listeners. If you're comfortable listening to stories that are paranormal or twisted dark horror then this podcast is for you.

I love telling horror stories. Subscribe to both of my channels to listen to true and fictional scary stories of nightmares, ghosts, demons, witches and witchcraft, haunted houses, Halloween, x-files, cryptids, monsters, vampires, ghosts, and other creatures that go bump in the night!

I'll see you in your nightmares!

A real short one today. I think I had a light version of the C word. My neighbor had it and we were talking for a bit as she brought the dog back home to me on the 31st and honestly, the last week has been a total blur but I'm back recording.I put the text back up for this one a few days back but here it is again :) Enjoy!I'm hoping it keeps growing. One thing I'm trying to do is get a month a head of schedule so just in case that ever happens again I will have episodes ready to go. Working on it!Thanks for being here! Now on to the story...It was called something else but I renamed it. I can't remember what I called the original! Yeah, that's how zappo'd my brain is.Primordial Instinct by Spooky Boo RhodesThe night air is crisp and cool as your eyes flutter open to the sound of your beating heart. The pounding is faster and lou































































































der than it should be. Every beat feels like an explosion coming from the aching pain in your head.The last thing you remember is someone attacking you from behind. The excruciating pain of his teeth in your neck burned your skin as your screams filled the night. Your fingers tore at his face pulling pieces of it off with your nails. You grabbed the largest rock you could find and bashed it into his skull, hearing the sickening crack of his cranium into his brain. Cold brain matter splashed on your face as he fell to the ground then you ran until your lungs burned and gave way to exhaustion.The memory is dull and doesn’t seem to matter anymore. The festering wound in the back of your neck hurts and you know you must get to a hospital. The buzzing sound of a fly stops as you slap at your neck and feel something cold ooze between your fingers. Confused, you look at your hand. A sticky dark green, almost black substance that reeks of death and decay coats your palm and slowly drips to the ground.You want to get up but you can’t feel your legs or even your arms at this point. Your useless limbs ignore your commands as you will yourself to move.“What the hell is wrong with me?” you cry out to the empty night. “Somebody help me!!” Your voice carries and fades into the cold, dark air. It echoes into the blackness of the quiet city that ignores your pleas of help. You hear the rustling sound of feet on the ground and incoherent grunts of other people nearby but no one comes to your aid.The smell of rotting meat fills your senses as you slowly push yourself up from the ground. Looking around, you realize the stench is coming from your very own body. You look down at your tattered clothes and ashen grey skin, and in a bolt of confusion and terror, the memory of your attacker fades as the scent of fresh meat wafts in front of you. On instinct, your legs carry you to the origin of the delightful smell and as you stare at the others feasting upon the flesh of the crying woman, your stomach aches in hunger. She stares at you with watery eyes, seemingly unable to either run or scream. Blood spatters over her neck and face from somewhere beneath her shoulders. You follow the trail to the group of rotting corpses feasting upon her intestines.No! Your brain screams but the sound you hear from your lips is a low grunt. As you fall down to your knees and begin to tear at the woman’s flesh, grabbing handfuls of bloody entrails, your consciousness slowly fades into a little black hole and ceases to be.

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Story Credits
Story One Title: There's Something Strange Going on in Akaterville
Author: The Anonymous Crouton
Story Link: https://creepypasta.fandom.com/wiki/There%27s_Something_Strange_Going_on_in_Akaterville

Story Two Title: Bedroom Horrors
Author: Anonymous Creepypasta
Story Link: https://creepypasta.fandom.com/wiki/Bedroom_Horrors

Story Three Title: The Goblin of Northern Michigan
Author: Anonymous Creepypasta
Story Link: https://creepypasta.fandom.com/wiki/The_Goblin_of_Northern_Michigan

Music/Ambience Title: Abyss
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Music/Ambience Title: The Order's Theme
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About Spooky Boo

Spooky Boo Rhodes is both an author and a podcaster. She has three podcasts available: Spooky Boo's Scary Story Time where she writes her own stories and tells them on the podcast, Creepypasta and Scary Stories where she tells the creepy stories of the internet written by other authors, and Creepy True Scary Stories where people send in their own true scary stories for Spooky Boo to read.

Visit Spooky Boo's favorite punk band at https://www.officialstayout.com

This podcast includes stories of a dark nature and may not be suitable for all listeners. If you're comfortable listening to stories that are paranormal or twisted dark horror then this podcast is for you.

I love telling horror stories. Subscribe to both of my channels to listen to true and fictional scary stories of nightmares, ghosts, demons, witches and witchcraft, haunted houses, Halloween, x-files, cryptids, monsters, vampires, ghosts, and other creatures that go bump in the night!

I'll see you in your nightmares!

Creepypasta and True Scary StoriesEpisode 20220110Three Creepypasta Stories About Beings in MichiganGood evening, it's Spooky Boo coming to you from the lighthouse in Sandcastle, California. As we sit here with yet a new strain of BS coming through and we're forced to enjoy the comfort of our own homes yet again I ask you to please stop hoarding the meat. It's the only way we keep some of the cryptids happy out here. They like fresh meat and will start eating humans if we can't feed them. They're relatively easy to control if they're fed every few days as they don't eat a lot but if they're not consuming food they're flesh lust will have them devouring every animal and human in sight and we don't that at all. It was bad enough when we lost our butcher to the demon on the hill and now that a new one is in town we need to keep him employed.Now, with that Public Service Announcement out of the way, I bring to you stories about goblins and beings in the forests and homes in Michigan. 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 become a supporter of the show and get commercial free access please visit my Patreon page at www.spookyboo.club. To find other ways to support the show by purchasing t-shirts, mugs, and even a miniature figurine, check out www.scarystorytime.com/support or share the show with your friends on social media. You can find me on most social media platforms by searching for Spooky Boo's Scary Story Time. It is greatly appreciated.Now let's begin...There's Something Strange Going on in AkatervilleA Creepypasta written by The Anonymous CroutonI swear I’m not crazy…. I’m not crazy! Good, got that out of the way. Willing to bet some of you think I got a screw loose. But my time’s almost up. So I have to warn you guys…. Before you all share the same fate.….My name is Miles Cortica, police officer of Akaterville, Michigan. That’s a small out-of-the-way town for those of you who’ve never heard of it. Nothing much -- just a TV station, a few dozen houses, a town center, and it’s all surrounded by the beautiful blue Lake Superior except for one tunnel leading to the mainland. However, looks can be deceiving….***….Now while everyone knew each other, contributing in their own way to society but with nothing much to do in the quiet town, that all changed when missing reports came in: three teenagers aged 16, 14, and 17. Considering that they didn’t come from the same family, this wasn’t just some runaway case. There was no evidence of a break-in either, so we were led to believe they did run away. The search parties were called off after a week, and the victims were presumed dead. At least I personally believed they were dead. Besides, that was all in the past.I was driving on my morning patrol, the dew just starting to dry off the leaves in the morning sun, when I came across one of my fellow officers, Officer Micah.“Hey, Cort! How are you on this fine day?” he hollered from the sidewalk.“Tired,” I said as I got out of the car, being sure to park it on the side of the road. “Excruciatingly tired.”Micah grinned. “Well, you better perk up! You promised you’d take my shift tonight!”Right. Shit. I completely forgot that I cover for my friend literally all the time.“Right, I’ll be there.” I said reluctantly.The orange sun was setting behind the lake, and I buckled up and drove to Starbucks to prepare myself for the longest night ever. Micah’s shift was at the bank. He’d stake out in front of the bank and watch for black-clad bandits and the like. As I was sitting in front of the bank, my car parked just a few meters in front of me. I deemed this the perfect moment to sit on the bench. However, my caffeinated stupor soon gave way to the deep, dark, comforting embrace of sleep.….I woke up with a startle. Where was I? What time was it?Back of my neck felt funny -- like a prickly sensation. A small table and door was all that remained in a dimly lit room. How did I get here? Where’s my baton and taser? I patted around all over my body, trying to feel for anywhere I might have put them, but quickly gave up. With nowhere else to go, I walked slowly up to the door, opened it, and entered into the next space. What I saw was.... Interesting, to say the least. I was inside my house.As I looked around, I heard my wife, Isabelle --“Come downstairs and get breakfast, honey!”I turned to look back at the door and found that the door was now locked behind me. Having no choice but to move forward, I slowly treaded down the stairs, feeling like something was amiss. When I strolled into the kitchen, my wife was nowhere in sight. Weird. The oven was still running and the bacon was easy at the moment.Where could she have gone in such little time? I thought to myself that she probably just went to the bathroom…. There was that weird prickly feeling on the back of my neck again. Seriously, what is that?I walked outside, hoping that what I needed was fresh air, and that’s when things got strange. There was no one in sight. As I checked every house, no one was around.“They must be in a meeting,” I said to myself.Something seemed off when I walked up to my car. I still didn’t know where my wife was -- was she okay? Shit, what if she’s in trouble?. I ran back inside to find no sight of Isabelle anywhere.“Isabelle? Are you there?” I shouted.No response.As I walked further into the hallway, however, I heard sobbing coming from the bathroom. I quickly rushed to the door and hollered --“Isabelle, is everything okay?”Her response was a simple two words.“Run...away….”A howl of pain came from inside of the room, a scream with a pitch that even my wife could not make. I heard a squishing sound, and out came the most stomach-wrenching, putrid, terrible smell I had ever come across.I kicked down the door and immediately regretted it. Inside of the room was a...well...how can I even put this...amalgamation of Isabelle. She looked to be in serious pain, and I saw a weird blob stuck on the back of her neck. Her limbs were twisting in ways I’d never believed to be possible, and I could’ve sworn the smile she, er, IT, had given me was just a little too wide for a human. Her clothes were torn. Extra limbs were growing out of her body in places that shouldn’t be possible. It looked at me and then let out an ear-piercing shriek that rang throughout the entire house.That snapped me out of my fear, sprinting away, not even looking back. It didn’t take long for the thing to give chase, however; I heard the sounds of many feet thumping on the ground at a fast pace. I skidded around the corner of the hallway and burst out of the door with the grace of a swan with vertigo. After picking myself up, I saw the creature standing at the edge of the doorway staring at me unmoving, unblinking, ever smiling.I took a deep breath, slowly backing away…. My God, crap, shit…. Please don’t come at me.. Every second took a lifetime, one step backward at a time. It just kept looking…. At me. With that twisted smile….….Finally, away from its line of sight! I got up from the ground and rushed over to the town hall, hoping to find some help, someone, anyone!When I arrived, I saw everyone there. They were chatting, and then it hit me: it was the annual town brunch that day! As I ran in, though, my heart nearly dropped…. I noticed the weird blob thing on the back of all of their necks. One by one, the blob things started to squirm and squelch, while each person didn’t even bat an eye to them. Then they dropped what they were holding, letting out horrifying shrieks as they each transformed into that...that same thing -- just like Isabelle!One of them looked at me with that way-too-wide smile and then lunged at me! No! No! Stop! No! I felt it tear out my insides as it took one chomp after another -- and another -- and another! Please! My intestines fell out and then got swallowed like it was just one giant noodle of spaghetti for the beast.Then…. It aimed for my face!-- A jolt woke me up. I almost forgot to breathe.I was on the bench in front of the museum, and it was still dark. I checked my watch: 4:50 AM. What the hell was that? Was I asleep that long? Sighing, I got up and opened the door to my car.“What a really wacky dream that was….” I said.***The next morning, Isabelle -- thank God, she was alive…. -- allowed me to sleep in, and when I woke up there was breakfast waiting on my bed. After a hearty meal of waffles and eggs, I walked down the stairs and saw Isabelle sitting at the counter eating breakfast like normal.After that weird nightmare, though…. Nothing felt normal. I couldn’t help it: I kept staring at the back of her neck. And I knew it…. I wasn’t crazy….There was a small little blob attached to it.Now that it wasn’t as dark, I managed to get an amazing glimpse of it. It was veinous and flesh-like in color and composure, but it throbbed and oozed a weird tan liquid. Of course, being the sensible person I am, I dashed up to my room, and barricaded the door….***So this leads us to where I am now, writing this. I don’t know when they’re going to break through. I hear them slamming on the door right now, my bed moving with every time they try to enter. My heart is pounding. The back of my neck? Throbbing. Don’t know how much longer I can hold on. But I can make sure…. To warn everyone else. Not going to die in vain. Not going to die in vain.The blobs on the back of their necks are bad! Wait, why am I saying this? No one seems to notice them anyway. I’m just going mad crazy, but that’s okay -- better to be crazy than dead, right? Right? Right! So here’s what you need to do -- stay out of Akate

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