TranscriptGood evening, it's Spooky Boo coming to you from the lighthouse in Sandcastle, California over the radio waves of the KSND radion station, the sound of the sea. Tonight I have for you a very spooky Halloween story from the depths of the internet. This week it is Halloween in Sandcastle and what a fun time that is for the land of purgatory. The spirits and the souls will be wandering the land while the cryptids and vampires devour whatever they can find. And here I sit in the midst of it all telling you stories of all things spooky and scary.Coming up on Halloween will be another Sandcastle Horror installment. Be sure to tune in then to get the lastest of my sordid tales of this demented place.This spooky podcast would not be possible without the listeners and the Patreon members including madjoe, P.A. Nightmares, Ivy Iverson, Jenn Mishievous, John Newby, Patrick, and 933TheVolt.com. If you would like to become a supporter of Spooky Boo's Scary Story Time, visit www.scarystorytime.com/support to find out how you can help keep the show on the air.Now let's begin...From Hell I WriteWritten by Jake WickI write to you now, but I do not write from my room, with a bed so soft and a window so bright. I do not write from my home, with couches so comfortable and food so... so good. Oh, food, how I miss it. Water, too. If I could get one drop, oh how I would thank God... well, I'd thank someone for it, anyways. I do not write from my tree house, among friends so dear and chirping birds so near. I do not write even from the world you live in right now. No, I write from a place much, much worse. It's ironic because during my last moments in the world, I couldn't imagine any sort of place worse than the place we call Earth. I thought such a place couldn't possibly exist. How wrong I was. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Patrick, and for you to understand my train of thought, I'll need to take you back a little. Back to the world God (your God, no longer mine) put me on.Oh, the 80's, what a time to be alive. Great movies, great music (somewhat), great friends, great family, great house, great life, great... sorry, I'm rambling. Eleven years old, that was me, living in a suburban home with my mother, Sarah, my dad, Vincent, my asshole 13-year-old twin brothers, Darren and Bryce, and of course, my five-year-old sister, Nancy. Come to think of it, I wonder how she's doing right now, sweet little Nancy. She was always so precious, so innocent. I hope what we went through together never changed that. Anyhow, I can remember the day so clearly.I was playing a basketball game of two-on-one (I was the one) with Darren and Bryce. The two jerks were creaming me, of course, never hasting to shove me around and taunt me. "Patrick, you're ass at this", they would say. Well, of course I was "ass", I was an eleven-year-old playing two-on-one against two thirteen-year-old pricks. Actually, you know something? I'm gonna stop calling them names. See, when you're on Earth, it's easy to call your family members names and quarrel with them constantly. Where I am now, though, you'd give anything just to hug them for five seconds and tell them how much you love them. Oops, I'm rambling, again. Well, soon enough, our mother called us in, as we were having some guests over that night. Our new neighbors.The new neighbors in question were the Hoffmister family. Up to that point, all I had heard my brothers say about the Hoffmisters were things like "They're creepy as shit", and "Weird-ass people who gotta go". I didn't share these opinions, they seemed like okay people to me. Nonetheless, the Hoffmisters came over that night. The family consisted of three. First there was 60-year-old Eileen, a skinny woman with short, gray hair, always wearing black dresses. Next, we had none other than 60-something-year-old Leo (don't really remember that bastard's age, nor do I care to), also extremely thin with a long nose that would make the pasty white guy on The Pink Panther Show jealous.Then there was David, their eleven-year-old insecure adopted son. I'm pretty sure Leo and David are in the same place I'm writing from right now, but I'm not certain. See, we don't really get to speak with anyone else here. Anyways, it was quite an eventful evening. Eileen and Leo had tea with my parents while Darren, Bryce, David, and I hung out in our treehouse, playing cards. In the treehouse, I started to get to know David a little better. I must say, though, he seemed a bit on the weird side. He was pretty awkward when it came to discussing things such as where he moved from or what life at home was like. Still, he was a nice kid, just very shy.Later that night, when the sun went down, my brothers had already gone home, and David & I were walking down our streetlamp-lit road. That's when he invited me to his house for a bit. It was a Friday night, so I figured it'd be okay. Let me say this: his house was big. It was the biggest in the neighborhood, down at the end of my street, sitting high on a hilltop as if it were better than all the others. Behind it was a large field that eventually merged into some woods, which lined the horizon.Entering David's house, we walked into his kitchen, where he told me to take my shoes off so as not to upset his parents. I heard some footsteps upstairs, so I figured his parents must have gotten back from my house. We sat down at his counter, eating yogurt; with David continued to dodge my questions about his home-life, or just his life in general. All I knew was that he was adopted. Soon enough, I heard Eileen upstairs. "David, come upstairs, please!", she said. David told me to stay put, as he'd only be a minute, and just like that, he was gone.I sat alone in their kitchen, finishing off my yogurt cup. I decided to get up and look around a bit to keep myself busy while David was upstairs doing whatever the hell he was doing. Looking at the fridge, I got a look at some of the pictures that were magnetized to it. These included family photos with the grinning faces of Eileen and Leo, and the frowning face of David. Why did David look so unhappy in all of these photos? Oh, and another thing, there was a photo on their fridge of some kid sitting on the floor of what looked like a cellar, just staring up at the camera with a blank face.Strange. I then walked over to a shelf in their living room, which was stocked with framed photos and figurines. Lots of self-portraits here, including one of Eileen, her expression blank, eyes looking very cold and lifeless. For some reason, it kinda reminded me of this portrait I'd seen once of the famous cowboy named Buffalo Bill. Same sort of stare and expression, and what not. Anyways, sorry, I don't even know why that came to mind.I started looking at some of the figurines on the shelf. A Mickey Mouse doll, a monkey doll (this creeped me out), and a pentagram necklace. Oh, and there was also a crucifix necklace, but the cross was upside down. "What idiot messed that up?" I thought to myself. I then realized that David had been gone for a while, and I was getting a little bored with looking at peoples' decorations. I decided to go upstairs and find him. Walking up the stairs, I began to hear some weird noises coming from one of the rooms upstairs. It sounded like chanting, and as I got to the top of the stairs I confirmed that it was. I looked down the upstairs hallway of the Hoffmister home, and saw that one of the rooms had a light on inside, the door open just a crack.As I walked toward the door, I could clearly hear Eileen and Leo chanting in some weird language I'd never heard before. I slowly crept toward the room, a decision I regret to this day. I pushed the door open slightly, just enough to see Eileen and Leo, on the floor on their hands and knees, bowing down to something that was just out of my view. I didn't dare open the door any wider than I already had, even if it meant satisfying my curiosity to see what in blazes they were bowing down to. From my point of view, I could see a small cauldron, filled with a steamy liquid. Leo was blowing cigar smoke and spitting rum into this bowl. The whole atmosphere in the room was different, I don't know how to really describe it. It was like I could feel the presence of someone else in there, but I couldn't see them. Then, I saw David, in the back corner of the room, curled up in the fetal position, bawling his eyes out. He looked more terrified than anyone I'd ever seen (up to that point... now it's a different story).David's terror only grew when his mother (if you even wanna call that awful witch such a thing) stormed over to his corner of the room and grabbed him by the wrist, pulling him up off of the ground in an attempt to get him to bow down to whatever they were bowing to. I could see his fear grow when he watched Leo pull a rooster out of a burlap sack and chop its head off in a brutal animal sacrifice. Then his face went white with horror as he realized how much trouble he was in when piss began running down his leg and onto the floor. That did it. Eileen began slapping David over and over and over again, angrily screaming at him. "You never, never, NEVER, do that in front of the Beast!" she screamed.The beating eventually stopped, and David was just a heaping mess in a puddle of his own tears and piss. This was when I decided that it was a good idea to get the hell out. I turned to exit, but in my haste I knocked over on of their many picture frames that lined a desk upstairs. I winced when this happened, knowing that it was about a 99.99% probability that the devious couple down the hall heard it. I rushed down the
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