October 5, 2025 • 18 mins
Because we’re in hell. They’d want you to think that. They’d want you to think every horrible thing imaginable.
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Speaker 1 (00:01):
Hey, their kids, it's me, mister Creepypasta. And before we
get started on Tonight's story, I'm gonna let you know
a bit more about Tonight's author. Mister Outlaw has a
new novel that's currently out. And if you guys have
loved mister Outlaw, and I don't mean just Tonight's story,
I mean like his stories for the past few years
and the overarching building universe that he seems to have
across these multiple dimensions, then you're going to love Trygone
(00:23):
by Hugh lou One day, a massive black pyramid suddenly
appears in the Atlantic, drawing military forces into a vicious
siege against inexplicable horrors. As a dwindling team of elite
soldiers ventures into its strange halls, they discover a threat
that defies their understanding of the universe. A link to
(00:44):
Trygone will be in the description down below, and I
strongly strongly suggest you check it out. It's only two
ninety nine on Kendle and it helps support the author.
And now onto Tonight's story. So we've just seen a
group of students walking out of the cafeteria, each one
carrying kitchen knife. We asked them what they were doing.
(01:10):
When they turned to face us, we could see their
forearms were all caked with blood. They told us they'd
found a way out through the basement. There was a
hidden tunnel in one of the walls that would take
us outside, but that first they needed to get rid
of the people blocking the way. They asked us if
(01:31):
we wanted to join, that there was a lot of
people down there and they could use our help. Rachel
asked them what these people look like. They told us
like statues, large, pale, naked, stiff, But they knew that
(01:54):
they weren't statues because they screamed and bled and they
could be killed. They asked us again if we wanted
to join, And the most disturbing part was that they
didn't seem to be crazed or delusional. Their expression was lucid,
(02:17):
their voices earnest. Maybe they were telling the truth, but
we still couldn't do it. We continued sitting there. We
were starting to hear strange things, muffled chanting coming from
beneath us, every footsteps from directly above us, as if
several people had started running around in circles. One of
(02:38):
the doors next to us suddenly opened, but nobody came out.
We all got up and walked away from it. We
walked back into the library, but now we weren't alone.
We found some more students in there, three of them
huddled tightly together near one of the desks. They glanced
(02:59):
at over at us as we walked in, but they
just as quickly looked away. We sat down across from them,
tried talking to them, asking how they were holding up,
but they only gave us one word answers before shrinking
back into their group. They were now whispering to each
other with these huge smiles on their faces, clearly trying
(03:22):
to hold back laughter. Every now and then they'd glanced
towards us and their laughter would go up a pitch,
become more boisterous. Soon they were just openly cackling, tears
coming out of their eyes, fists pounding the table. Finally,
we snapped and screamed at them, asked them what the
fuck was supposed to be so funny. It was like
(03:45):
a switch had been flipped, and they all went silent,
their expressions frozen in this hateful glare. One of them
stared directly at me and asked if I remembered what
happened during that camping trip in Colorado. I asked them,
what the fuck they're talking about? You don't remember the cabin,
the guy responded, and that was enough for my brain
(04:12):
to connect things. A rush of memories came flooding back,
memories that had been repressed for a reason. Immediately, I
stood up and stormed out of the library. Behind me,
I could hear them starting to laugh again. Rachel and
Emir followed me out, asking me what that was about.
I told them that I now remembered where I'd seen
that machine. I'm not sure exactly how old I was,
(04:39):
maybe my early teens, who were on our annual family
camping trip in the mountains. It was my parents, my
brother Derek, and myself. One night, Derek and I were
walking through the woods while our parents were preparing dinner.
It was evening, the sky above a brilliant orange red
as the sun prepared to set. We didn't wander too
(04:59):
far from the camp. We knew the woods well, but
not well enough. We weren't dumb, which is why we
were surprised to find a cabin sitting in the middle
of a clearing. We'd surveyed the area so thoroughly before
settling on a place to pitch our tents that there's
almost no chance we wouldn't have come across it in
the process, but.
Speaker 2 (05:20):
There it was.
Speaker 1 (05:23):
What we found strange was how well maintained it seemed
to be. The wood had yet to start rotting. The
paint was immaculate, and the windows were clean. There were
even flowers growing out of several colorful pots placed around
the entrance. If it looked like something out of a
horror movie instead of some grandma's retirement home, I'm sure
(05:46):
we would have ran back to our parents and told
them about it, but instead we became curious. We took
the bait. We walked up to the door and prepared
to knock on it, only to find that it was
already slightly open. At that moment, I remember feeling a
cool wind coming out from the crack. I didn't like it.
(06:10):
It frightened me. I told Derek that we should leave,
but he waved me off and pushed the door open
the rest of the way. The interior of the place
didn't match what we'd seen outside. It was completely empty.
I mean it was just one large room, no doors,
no stairs leading to a second floor. Despite there being
(06:30):
a balcony above peeling walls, dust covering every surface, a
heavy smell of mothballs. Everything about it was just a
big fuck. No, the only thing inside was the machine.
He was just sitting there, a few feet away from
the entrance, about the size of a basketball. Once again,
I implored Derek to get the hell out of there, but
(06:51):
he wasn't listening. He seemed transfixed by the thing. His
eyes glued to it, as if as if it were
the most fascinating thing in the world. It almost looked
like he was in a trance or something. Freaked me
the fuck out. I tried physically dragging him away, but
it was like his feet were glued to the floor.
I had to shake him for well over a minute
(07:12):
to finally snap him out of it. We went back
to our campsite, and remembering the next part filled me
with guilt and regret. We never ended up telling our
parents about the cabin. There had been nobody inside, so
(07:34):
no danger, right, We forgot about it. We ate dinner
and went to bed. I woke up in the middle
of the night and I saw that Derek was no
longer in a sleeping bag. I looked around for him.
Eventually spotting him disappearing into the trees. I grabbed my
flashlight and followed after him, but he was moving fast.
(07:57):
I started sprinting and calling out to him, asking him
and where the hell he was going. I chased him
all the way towards the cabin, but he had already
gone inside by the time I had reached the clearing.
The door was wide open and there was a dim
light emanating from inside. Slowed my pace. I really didn't
want to follow him inside, but I continued to inch
(08:19):
my way closer. It was only a few feet away
when a man appeared inside the doorway, nearly giving me
a heart attack. It looked to me in his seventies,
extremely tall, sickly thin, thick black veins bulging across his
hands and arms, wearing a tattered suit bearing this forced smile,
(08:45):
his mouth filled with large, fake looking teeth. He waved
once at me before suddenly slamming the door shut. I
ran back to our campsite. I told my parents what
had happened. My dad grabbed his gun while my mom
started packing everything up. I led him over to the clearing,
and he told me to go back and wait with
my mom, before storming up to the house and kicking
(09:06):
down the door. We waited for about fifteen minutes before
he came back, carrying Derek in his arms. He continued
carrying him as we hiked down the mountain in the darkness.
(09:27):
I remember him looking over his shoulder every few seconds.
Nobody said a word, not even as we made it
back to the parking lot, got inside of our car
and began driving away. I tried talking to Derek, but
(09:48):
he was unresponsive, completely out of it. His eyes glazed
over in a way that terrified me. Of course, my
mom and I both pleaded my dad for answers. He
didn't offer one. He stayed completely silent until he made
it back home. He dropped my mom and I off
(10:12):
before telling us that he was taking Derek to the hospital.
He didn't explain what for. Derek never came back home.
He stayed in the hospital for a few months until
he was transferred to a different facility, put out of
the care of specialists.
Speaker 2 (10:30):
As I'd been told.
Speaker 1 (10:33):
I didn't know what it meant back then, and I
still have no idea. I never saw my brother again.
My dad never explained what he saw in that cabin.
As you can guess it kind of drove me mad.
Over the years, I wanted to answer so bad, to
the point where I tried going back up the mountain myself.
Several years later. I never found that cabin again, and
(10:59):
when my dad found out what I'd done, he sent
me to a psychiatrist named John. I think he was
a psychiatrist. I don't really remember his title, but I
guess he did a great job, because I ended up
repressing the entire thing, replacing it with a false sequence
of memories. My brother had fallen ill shortly after our trip.
He never recovered from it. This is the story my
(11:21):
brain run with all these years, and quite frankly, I
think I was better off for it. This was a
horrible fucking thing to suddenly remember. I guess I must
have looked pretty mortified, because Rachel came over and tried
to comfort me, telling me the same things that John
had how it wasn't my fault. Oh, there's nothing I
(11:44):
could have done. I didn't believe John then, I didn't
believe Rachel now, but I still appreciated the effort.
Speaker 2 (11:57):
The past was the.
Speaker 1 (11:58):
Pastor was wasted dwelling on it. Amrror, on the other hand,
hadn't said anything. She was just staring at me with
this confused expression. After a while, she asked me something.
Are you sure that's what happened? I asked her why
(12:21):
she was asking me that, Because we're in hell. She responded,
they'd want you to think that. They'd want you to
think every horrible thing imaginable. Rachel rolled her eyes, asked
her to quit it. That's not productive, she explained, just stop.
I was never at that beach. Amer continued, ignoring her.
(12:42):
There was no man, I had no cousin. None of
it happened. I asked her why she had suddenly changed
her mind, because earlier she had seemed so convinced that
this was something that had actually happened to her. Because
the devil's here, she responded. Rachel asked her if that
was supposed to be a metaphor or something. No, the
(13:04):
devil's here right now. I can see him, She pointed
to somewhere behind us. Rachel and I turned around. We
couldn't see anything at first, it was just a dark hallway,
but then our eyes adjusted and we could discern a
head peeking out from one of the open lockers. I
(13:26):
asked him here, how she knew that was the devil,
She said that it spoke to her, but not through words,
that it was trying to taunt her, trying to drive
fear into her heart. If that's the devil, then why
are you smiling? Rachel asked, shouldn't we get the fuck
(13:46):
away from him? We won't to escape him, but we
don't have to be scared of him either, because that's
what he wants. Her smile grew wider. Just don't give
him what he wants, then we'll all be fine. Rachel
shook her head. What the fuck are you talking about?
She grabbed him here's hand, tried to pull her away
(14:08):
from the hallway, but she wouldn't budge. Suddenly, all the
locker door swung open at once. We froze, staring into
the dark. Please, Rachel whispered, now a quiver in her voice,
don't do this, Let's go a merr kept smiling. I'm
not afraid. Rachel shook her head, looked at me.
Speaker 2 (14:32):
Run, she said, so we did.
Speaker 1 (14:42):
We didn't hear any footsteps behind us, but we could
hear a mirror. Continuing to shout at the top of
her lungs for the devil to come get her, that
she wasn't afraid. It lasted only a few seconds before
she went quiet. We didn't really know where to go,
no now where it felt particularly safe. There was another
library on the second floor, but we'd have to move
(15:05):
past the bridge to get to it, so we avoided that.
We decided to head towards the food court, which was
also on the second floor, but all the way on
the other end. The closer we got to it, the
more we could smell something like burning meat in the air,
something getting exponentially stronger with every step we took. Soon
(15:29):
the air had become dark with rancid smoke. We pulled
our shirts up over our noses and peeked out from
around the corner leading to the court. We could see
five or six of our fellow students sitting in a
circle in front of the subway. Laid in between them
was what looked like the charred burning corpse.
Speaker 2 (15:52):
They were just.
Speaker 1 (15:54):
Staring at it, sitting close enough to the flames they
should have been suffoclate it. The students were rocking slowly
back and forth, had tilted slightly to the ceiling. They
were making these weird twitching motions with their hands. Their
fingers were all terrifically bent and twisted. Then we blinked
(16:19):
and the fire disappeared. No water dumped on it, nothing
to suffocate it. It was just gone in an instant,
inexplicably deleted from the universe. The students stopped and we
stood there in pin dropped silence until the burnt, smoking
figures sat up on its own, and that's when we
(16:41):
realized how big it was, its shoulders rising well past
their heads. We turned around, backed away as silently as
we could. Currently, we're taking refuge in some random classroom,
and it seems safe in here. Whatever else that's happened.
(17:05):
Who knows when they'll change. We can't stay here forever.
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Texas during the month of October, I really want to
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(17:25):
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Hey, their kids, it's me, mister Creepypasta. And before we
get started on Tonight's story, I'm gonna let you know
a bit more about Tonight's author. Mister Outlaw has a
new novel that's currently out. And if you guys have
loved mister Outlaw, and I don't mean just Tonight's story,
I mean like his stories for the past few years
and the overarching building universe that he seems to have
across these multiple dimensions, then you're going to love Trygone
(00:23):
by Hugh lou One day, a massive black pyramid suddenly
appears in the Atlantic, drawing military forces into a vicious
siege against inexplicable horrors. As a dwindling team of elite
soldiers ventures into its strange halls, they discover a threat
that defies their understanding of the universe. A link to
(00:44):
Trygone will be in the description down below, and I
strongly strongly suggest you check it out. It's only two
ninety nine on Kendle and it helps support the author.
And now onto Tonight's story. So we've just seen a
group of students walking out of the cafeteria, each one
carrying kitchen knife. We asked them what they were doing.
(01:10):
When they turned to face us, we could see their
forearms were all caked with blood. They told us they'd
found a way out through the basement. There was a
hidden tunnel in one of the walls that would take
us outside, but that first they needed to get rid
of the people blocking the way. They asked us if
(01:31):
we wanted to join, that there was a lot of
people down there and they could use our help. Rachel
asked them what these people look like. They told us
like statues, large, pale, naked, stiff, But they knew that
(01:54):
they weren't statues because they screamed and bled and they
could be killed. They asked us again if we wanted
to join, And the most disturbing part was that they
didn't seem to be crazed or delusional. Their expression was lucid,
(02:17):
their voices earnest. Maybe they were telling the truth, but
we still couldn't do it. We continued sitting there. We
were starting to hear strange things, muffled chanting coming from
beneath us, every footsteps from directly above us, as if
several people had started running around in circles. One of
(02:38):
the doors next to us suddenly opened, but nobody came out.
We all got up and walked away from it. We
walked back into the library, but now we weren't alone.
We found some more students in there, three of them
huddled tightly together near one of the desks. They glanced
(02:59):
at over at us as we walked in, but they
just as quickly looked away. We sat down across from them,
tried talking to them, asking how they were holding up,
but they only gave us one word answers before shrinking
back into their group. They were now whispering to each
other with these huge smiles on their faces, clearly trying
(03:22):
to hold back laughter. Every now and then they'd glanced
towards us and their laughter would go up a pitch,
become more boisterous. Soon they were just openly cackling, tears
coming out of their eyes, fists pounding the table. Finally,
we snapped and screamed at them, asked them what the
fuck was supposed to be so funny. It was like
(03:45):
a switch had been flipped, and they all went silent,
their expressions frozen in this hateful glare. One of them
stared directly at me and asked if I remembered what
happened during that camping trip in Colorado. I asked them,
what the fuck they're talking about? You don't remember the cabin,
the guy responded, and that was enough for my brain
(04:12):
to connect things. A rush of memories came flooding back,
memories that had been repressed for a reason. Immediately, I
stood up and stormed out of the library. Behind me,
I could hear them starting to laugh again. Rachel and
Emir followed me out, asking me what that was about.
I told them that I now remembered where I'd seen
that machine. I'm not sure exactly how old I was,
(04:39):
maybe my early teens, who were on our annual family
camping trip in the mountains. It was my parents, my
brother Derek, and myself. One night, Derek and I were
walking through the woods while our parents were preparing dinner.
It was evening, the sky above a brilliant orange red
as the sun prepared to set. We didn't wander too
(04:59):
far from the camp. We knew the woods well, but
not well enough. We weren't dumb, which is why we
were surprised to find a cabin sitting in the middle
of a clearing. We'd surveyed the area so thoroughly before
settling on a place to pitch our tents that there's
almost no chance we wouldn't have come across it in
the process, but.
Speaker 2 (05:20):
There it was.
Speaker 1 (05:23):
What we found strange was how well maintained it seemed
to be. The wood had yet to start rotting. The
paint was immaculate, and the windows were clean. There were
even flowers growing out of several colorful pots placed around
the entrance. If it looked like something out of a
horror movie instead of some grandma's retirement home, I'm sure
(05:46):
we would have ran back to our parents and told
them about it, but instead we became curious. We took
the bait. We walked up to the door and prepared
to knock on it, only to find that it was
already slightly open. At that moment, I remember feeling a
cool wind coming out from the crack. I didn't like it.
(06:10):
It frightened me. I told Derek that we should leave,
but he waved me off and pushed the door open
the rest of the way. The interior of the place
didn't match what we'd seen outside. It was completely empty.
I mean it was just one large room, no doors,
no stairs leading to a second floor. Despite there being
(06:30):
a balcony above peeling walls, dust covering every surface, a
heavy smell of mothballs. Everything about it was just a
big fuck. No, the only thing inside was the machine.
He was just sitting there, a few feet away from
the entrance, about the size of a basketball. Once again,
I implored Derek to get the hell out of there, but
(06:51):
he wasn't listening. He seemed transfixed by the thing. His
eyes glued to it, as if as if it were
the most fascinating thing in the world. It almost looked
like he was in a trance or something. Freaked me
the fuck out. I tried physically dragging him away, but
it was like his feet were glued to the floor.
I had to shake him for well over a minute
(07:12):
to finally snap him out of it. We went back
to our campsite, and remembering the next part filled me
with guilt and regret. We never ended up telling our
parents about the cabin. There had been nobody inside, so
(07:34):
no danger, right, We forgot about it. We ate dinner
and went to bed. I woke up in the middle
of the night and I saw that Derek was no
longer in a sleeping bag. I looked around for him.
Eventually spotting him disappearing into the trees. I grabbed my
flashlight and followed after him, but he was moving fast.
(07:57):
I started sprinting and calling out to him, asking him
and where the hell he was going. I chased him
all the way towards the cabin, but he had already
gone inside by the time I had reached the clearing.
The door was wide open and there was a dim
light emanating from inside. Slowed my pace. I really didn't
want to follow him inside, but I continued to inch
(08:19):
my way closer. It was only a few feet away
when a man appeared inside the doorway, nearly giving me
a heart attack. It looked to me in his seventies,
extremely tall, sickly thin, thick black veins bulging across his
hands and arms, wearing a tattered suit bearing this forced smile,
(08:45):
his mouth filled with large, fake looking teeth. He waved
once at me before suddenly slamming the door shut. I
ran back to our campsite. I told my parents what
had happened. My dad grabbed his gun while my mom
started packing everything up. I led him over to the clearing,
and he told me to go back and wait with
my mom, before storming up to the house and kicking
(09:06):
down the door. We waited for about fifteen minutes before
he came back, carrying Derek in his arms. He continued
carrying him as we hiked down the mountain in the darkness.
(09:27):
I remember him looking over his shoulder every few seconds.
Nobody said a word, not even as we made it
back to the parking lot, got inside of our car
and began driving away. I tried talking to Derek, but
(09:48):
he was unresponsive, completely out of it. His eyes glazed
over in a way that terrified me. Of course, my
mom and I both pleaded my dad for answers. He
didn't offer one. He stayed completely silent until he made
it back home. He dropped my mom and I off
(10:12):
before telling us that he was taking Derek to the hospital.
He didn't explain what for. Derek never came back home.
He stayed in the hospital for a few months until
he was transferred to a different facility, put out of
the care of specialists.
Speaker 2 (10:30):
As I'd been told.
Speaker 1 (10:33):
I didn't know what it meant back then, and I
still have no idea. I never saw my brother again.
My dad never explained what he saw in that cabin.
As you can guess it kind of drove me mad.
Over the years, I wanted to answer so bad, to
the point where I tried going back up the mountain myself.
Several years later. I never found that cabin again, and
(10:59):
when my dad found out what I'd done, he sent
me to a psychiatrist named John. I think he was
a psychiatrist. I don't really remember his title, but I
guess he did a great job, because I ended up
repressing the entire thing, replacing it with a false sequence
of memories. My brother had fallen ill shortly after our trip.
He never recovered from it. This is the story my
(11:21):
brain run with all these years, and quite frankly, I
think I was better off for it. This was a
horrible fucking thing to suddenly remember. I guess I must
have looked pretty mortified, because Rachel came over and tried
to comfort me, telling me the same things that John
had how it wasn't my fault. Oh, there's nothing I
(11:44):
could have done. I didn't believe John then, I didn't
believe Rachel now, but I still appreciated the effort.
Speaker 2 (11:57):
The past was the.
Speaker 1 (11:58):
Pastor was wasted dwelling on it. Amrror, on the other hand,
hadn't said anything. She was just staring at me with
this confused expression. After a while, she asked me something.
Are you sure that's what happened? I asked her why
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she was asking me that, Because we're in hell. She responded,
they'd want you to think that. They'd want you to
think every horrible thing imaginable. Rachel rolled her eyes, asked
her to quit it. That's not productive, she explained, just stop.
I was never at that beach. Amer continued, ignoring her.
(12:42):
There was no man, I had no cousin. None of
it happened. I asked her why she had suddenly changed
her mind, because earlier she had seemed so convinced that
this was something that had actually happened to her. Because
the devil's here, she responded. Rachel asked her if that
was supposed to be a metaphor or something. No, the
(13:04):
devil's here right now. I can see him, She pointed
to somewhere behind us. Rachel and I turned around. We
couldn't see anything at first, it was just a dark hallway,
but then our eyes adjusted and we could discern a
head peeking out from one of the open lockers. I
(13:26):
asked him here, how she knew that was the devil,
She said that it spoke to her, but not through words,
that it was trying to taunt her, trying to drive
fear into her heart. If that's the devil, then why
are you smiling? Rachel asked, shouldn't we get the fuck
(13:46):
away from him? We won't to escape him, but we
don't have to be scared of him either, because that's
what he wants. Her smile grew wider. Just don't give
him what he wants, then we'll all be fine. Rachel
shook her head. What the fuck are you talking about?
She grabbed him here's hand, tried to pull her away
(14:08):
from the hallway, but she wouldn't budge. Suddenly, all the
locker door swung open at once. We froze, staring into
the dark. Please, Rachel whispered, now a quiver in her voice,
don't do this, Let's go a merr kept smiling. I'm
not afraid. Rachel shook her head, looked at me.
Speaker 2 (14:32):
Run, she said, so we did.
Speaker 1 (14:42):
We didn't hear any footsteps behind us, but we could
hear a mirror. Continuing to shout at the top of
her lungs for the devil to come get her, that
she wasn't afraid. It lasted only a few seconds before
she went quiet. We didn't really know where to go,
no now where it felt particularly safe. There was another
library on the second floor, but we'd have to move
(15:05):
past the bridge to get to it, so we avoided that.
We decided to head towards the food court, which was
also on the second floor, but all the way on
the other end. The closer we got to it, the
more we could smell something like burning meat in the air,
something getting exponentially stronger with every step we took. Soon
(15:29):
the air had become dark with rancid smoke. We pulled
our shirts up over our noses and peeked out from
around the corner leading to the court. We could see
five or six of our fellow students sitting in a
circle in front of the subway. Laid in between them
was what looked like the charred burning corpse.
Speaker 2 (15:52):
They were just.
Speaker 1 (15:54):
Staring at it, sitting close enough to the flames they
should have been suffoclate it. The students were rocking slowly
back and forth, had tilted slightly to the ceiling. They
were making these weird twitching motions with their hands. Their
fingers were all terrifically bent and twisted. Then we blinked
(16:19):
and the fire disappeared. No water dumped on it, nothing
to suffocate it. It was just gone in an instant,
inexplicably deleted from the universe. The students stopped and we
stood there in pin dropped silence until the burnt, smoking
figures sat up on its own, and that's when we
(16:41):
realized how big it was, its shoulders rising well past
their heads. We turned around, backed away as silently as
we could. Currently, we're taking refuge in some random classroom,
and it seems safe in here. Whatever else that's happened.
(17:05):
Who knows when they'll change. We can't stay here forever.
We need to figure something out. If you're in San Antonio,
Texas during the month of October, I really want to
see you so much so that I'm doing two countum two.
(17:25):
That's one and then another live creepy pasta reading at
La Ti Da.
Speaker 2 (17:29):
In San Antonio, Texas.
Speaker 1 (17:30):
If you want to find out more about that or
figure out where Lati Da is, take a look at
the description down below. I have a link over to
Lati Da, which features you know, tea and eccentricities. During
the month of October. I will be there October eleventh
and the twenty fifth, and starting from the twenty fifth,
I'm also helping them put together a little haunted attraction
or something of the sort at the tea shop, so
you know, check it out if you're in the area,
(17:52):
and if you're not in the area, then go to
the area San Antonio, Texas October eleventh and twenty fifth. Also,
I want to give a huge thank you to every
body on this list of patreons. Some of these amazing
folks are Diana Kraus, Acid System, Blake Rattler, Brandon Mendoza,
Redda Crow, Cawtuna Chicago hit Man, Corey Kenschent Crusader, Jocobo,
Dakota Best, Daniel Pulsen Don taking Kaid Enchanted Buns. That's
to Bean Hadi's nephew Himbo Jerry how I Am Minute,
(18:12):
Second Time Inger, Girt Salstrom, Jay Kurns, Chatti Is, Pat mcmode,
Mister Marcus Splitz, Psychomel Plant Pis, Red Shadow Cat, Remember
the Sun, Salty Surprise, Samar l in Seclude, Simbas, Bloody
Mojo Sky, Harper, Smiley, The Psychotic Sully Man, Tolly Sue,
Team Lao, seventy six, The Demended Voice in your Head,
the Chavez Brothers, the Jugger Bros. Tommy Walters, Vice, Roy Scorn,
William Wellington, You're bro Keegan zubub and Shadow Gardens. A
huge thank you to you guys, everybody who shows up
(18:33):
in the description down below, and as always, folks, Sweet dreams,
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