October 21, 2025 • 19 mins
Get ready for another chilling Two for Tuesday. This episode, you’ll hear two terrifying tales of ghostly activity that will make you think twice before turning off the lights, and an eerie encounter deep in the woods that proves you never know who—or what—might be watching. Real stories, real people, real fear.
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Speaker 1 (00:02):
Hey, campfire crew, let's get it on.
Speaker 2 (00:07):
And we do feed and feed well to stuff yourselves
on other people's nightmare. Butter are playing bread with delicious pain.
Speaker 1 (00:27):
House of a Thousand Horrors by Miss Suicide Sheep. I
was only eight years old, and I've lived in haunted
houses my entire childhood, and none that have traumatized me
like this one. My family and I lived in a
fairly big house just outside of Temecula, California, and that
(00:50):
house had a dark, evil energy, and I dreaded coming
home every day from elementary school. I especially dreaded nighttime.
That's when everything, obviously it got worse. We were a
small nuclear family, just me, my mother, little brother Xander,
and my marine father who was usually gone in Afghanistan
(01:11):
or Iraq. But whatever was in that house loved. When
my father left, the activity got ten times worse, and
it loved to toy with me and my little brother.
When we first moved in, it wasn't so bad, toys
going off on their own, unexplained noises in the attic,
things that could be brushed off, until one night. My
(01:37):
little brother was still a baby, maybe around two or
three years old at the time, still crib bound. My mom,
sleeping in her bed, woke to hear some weird noises
coming from the baby monitor in the middle of the night.
She described it as a loud static and then a
man's deep, disembodied voice taking over the monitor. Immediately jumped
(02:01):
out of bed and rushed over to my baby brother's room.
She burst through the door only to see a shadowy
like being floating in front of the crib, staring down
at my brother. As quickly as she entered, the shadow
flew backward into the open closet with lightning speed, slammed
the door shut, and caused a hanger to fall down
(02:22):
onto the floor outside of the closet. I can't imagine
the fear of my mom felt after seeing that, but
I know she ended up moving Xander's crib to her
room immediately. This was just after my dad left for Afghanistan,
so obviously the activity would get worse from there on out.
(02:42):
And the activity certainly didn't only extend to my baby brother,
but whatever this energy was, it had a certain fascination
with him. Anyway, we ended up getting a three month
old yellow lab named Berkeley. My mom knew we didn't
feel so safe and neither did she, so maybe having
a little protector would have put us at ease. Berkeley
(03:07):
was a very friendly dog. He was always extremely gentle
with small kids and animals, even when my baby brother
would pull on his tail. Rest in peace, Berkeley. When
I look back on around the time when we first
brought him home, his teeth bared, snarling, growling, and barked
at an empty corner of the playroom, something I'd never
(03:28):
seen him ever do in his fifteen years of life,
let alone as a puppy. My eight year old self
knew there was something dark in that house that Berkeley
could see, and so could my baby brother. That brings
us to Thanksgiving. We invited all of our extended family
and ate together at the long dining table. We all
(03:50):
sat together, chatting, oblivious till my baby brother came running
out of the playroom, pale and crying. My mom picked
him up and sat him on her lap, and she
and the rest of the family tried to ask him
what was wrong, but he could barely speak. All he
did was point a little, shaky finger, moving slowly across
(04:11):
the dining room, as if there was some one walking
across it. The rest of the family laughed it off,
trying to console him and put him at ease, but
I knew. I'm pretty sure my mom knew too, that
he was seeing something that we couldn't a little bit
(04:31):
after Thanksgiving, another incident with my brother happened while I
was upstairs. He let out a blood curdling scream and
ran out of the playroom to my mom's arms while
she was on the couch. I immediately went downstairs to
see what had happened, and we'd never seen him so scared.
My mom tried to sue him and ask what happened,
(04:51):
but all he said is that the man grabbed him
by his arms and tried to pull him into the
toy box with him. My mom and I were terrified
to hear that. After all we'd seen and heard, we
one hundred percent believed him, and Xander refused to go
into his toy box again, so he took all his
(05:12):
toys out and laid them on the ground outside of it.
Only minutes later, I was sitting in the dining room
on the family computer playing builde Bear, trying to distract
myself from what had just happened, and my mom, with
widened eyes, looked over at me from the couch. Lexi
A Lexi, she whispered, firmly, fear in her voice. I
(05:37):
snapped my head up to see the Christmas chain I
had made at school hanging on the wall, just beside
the t V being lifted up from the bottom of
the chain. There wasn't a draft of wind. Something was
holding the paper chain up by the tail end, and
it began to move around in an odd way, like
something bending it around. Whatever it was then yanked hard
(06:01):
on it and pulled the chain entirely off the wall
and it fell onto the floor. There was absolutely no
denying it. Now there was energy or energies in that house.
My entire family was so afraid of nighttime. Me, my mom, dog,
and baby brother all slept in her room every single
(06:23):
night with the door locked at nighttime, when the heavy
footsteps would follow you up the stairs, and pots and
pans would be played with, toys would go off when
they weren't supposed to, and sometimes saying things they weren't
supposed to say. And the attic, oh my god, the
fucking attic. It was like the motherfuckers were having a
(06:45):
party up there, stomping around at three am, and not
to mention. When we'd wake up the next morning, we'd
find pots and pants scattered all over the floor. It
was like, whatever this was, it enjoyed k and our fear.
That's when my mother gave me wise advice at such
(07:06):
a young age that I still use it to this day.
Don't show it fear, no matter what it feeds off
of it. One day, I was feeling brave. I was
going to go into my own room for once in
the middle of the day and lock the door. I
was going to take my mom's advice. I mean, fuck
(07:27):
this ghost. I clicked the door shut and locked it.
I climbed up the ladder to my singular bunk bed
with space underneath it, and made a circle of stuffed
animals around me. I'm telling you, the minute I settled
down onto my bed, I heard a very high pitched,
childlike voice coming from space below my bed, saying Hi.
(07:51):
It spoke to me. It spoke directly to me. I
froze and I felt my heart beat in my throat.
It didn't sound like a child. It sounded like an
adult mimicking a child's voice. I wanted to scream so badly,
but I remembered my Mom's advice, so I slowly but
(08:12):
shakily began climbing down the ladder. My entire body felt
like jello. What did you just say? I asked nervously,
trying to hide my fear, and it didn't respond. I
ran to my door, shaking hands, fumbling with the lock,
and got the hell out of there. No matter where
(08:33):
I went, no matter the time of day, I was
constantly on alert for the next thing that would happen.
Some nights I'd be too scared to sleep. My mom
made the mistake of accidentally falling asleep on the couch
while watching TV one night while the rest of us
were sleeping in her room as usual. Then my mom
woke up to all the toys simultaneously going off. She
(08:58):
tried to brush it off and ignore it and thinking
maybe it would go away, but no, it wanted it
needed her attention. A couple of seconds later, she could
hear the pitter patter of bare feet running across the
tile and then boom, like someone pounded their fists on
the sliding glass door as hard as they could. She
(09:19):
quickly got up and saw the blinds were bent and twisted,
and immediately called the police. The police came around two
or three am, flashlights on, searching every inch of the house,
including the attic. There were no intruders. My mom had
had enough. She turned to a priest and had them
(09:40):
come to our home. Unfortunately, that didn't work. One day
after school, I saw her light white candles in every
single room of the house, smiling and dancing, and she
told me to join her. That our good energy was
supposed to counteract the bad, and I did so, thinking
of all the happy thoughts I could as I danced
(10:01):
in each room. That didn't work either. All we could
do was just wait wait for my dad to come back,
while every family member that stayed the night left feeling disturbed.
My father finally arrived home I think about eight months later,
the activity dialed down a bit, but didn't dissipate. He
(10:24):
was a firm disbeliever in ghosts, but after returning home
even he admitted that the things he saw happening left
him feeling stumped and unsettled. We lived in that house
for two whole years, two years of horror movie like activity,
two years of my nervous system being on high alert
(10:45):
twenty four to seven. I was relieved when he finally
got stationed at Fort Leonard Wood and we could finally
leave that place. As my mom was doing some packing,
she could hear what sounded like a mother's golding her
child in the walkway, and that's why we believe there
were multiple entities. Regardless. She prayed they didn't follow us,
(11:09):
and they didn't, but that didn't mean we were safe
from the spirits of our next home. Far from it.
Terrifying night in the woods. I keep trying to forget
(11:31):
about this story, but it keeps coming back into my memory,
even after years. I'm really curious if anyone has experienced
anything similar. I went to college in rural Appalachia, and
I had heard all the previous rules about being in
the woods at night. No whistling in the woods, don't
be out after dark, ignore crying deep in the woods, etc.
(11:55):
But on this particular night, I ignored the most important rule,
stay out of the woods from dusk till dawn. I
was on a very rural stretch of the Blue Ridge
Parkway to watch the sunset with my then girlfriend. We
wound up getting pretty comfortable lying down in the back
of my car, to the point we started dozing off.
(12:16):
I want to say. I woke up about forty five
minutes after the sun had gone down and the woods
were dead silent. I instantly felt that something was wrong.
I had a very strange feeling that I was being watched.
Knowing something was off, I gently tried to wake my
girlfriend to leave, when all of a sudden, I heard
(12:37):
this gut wrenching scream from the woods beside my car.
I know that mountain lions and foxes can scream, but
this was not like that. It sounded like a full
grown man screaming bloody murder. I instantly got out of
the car, slammed my trunk shut, and ran to the
driver's door to drive away. As I was putting my
(12:59):
key in the ag, I heard an almost maniacal laugh
and what sounded like footsteps bolting towards us. I matted
the gas pedal and got the hell out of there,
and neither of us spoke the entire drive back to campus.
I've avoided that stretch of the parkway ever since. I
have no idea on earth what happened. There are no
(13:21):
hiking trails, buildings, or campsites anywhere near where we were. Anyway,
I just thought I would share. Please don't wander into
the woods after dark. I don't want to know what
could have happened if I hadn't have woken up. The
(13:45):
tall top hat man haunted my family by Bianna Bonkers.
When I was going into sixth grade, my family moved
into the upper unit of a Rundown duplex and one
of the worst parts of the city. It was me,
my older brother, Jay, a freshman at the time, my
little brother Aki kindergarten, and my two little sisters, ages
(14:09):
four and three. My mom was a single parent, working
long hours and we didn't have much, just a mattress,
a TV, and a gifted p S four in her room. Now,
in my family, we're Ojibwe we believe kids consents and
see things adults can't. This night proved it. My mom
(14:32):
was at work and me and my sisters were downstairs
with a family friend who lived in the lower unit.
My brothers were upstairs playing on the p S four.
Jay went to the bathroom and a key went to
the kitchen to grab some chips. When he came back,
Jay was gone. He figured Jay was in his room,
so he went to check, and then we all heard
(14:55):
him scream like he was being murdered. We ran upstairs
right as my mom was getting home from work, and
a Key was clinging to Jay, crying so hard he
could barely talk. Jay looked freaked out but swore he
didn't do anything. Once a Key calmed down, he said
that when he went into Jay's room and flipped the
(15:15):
light on, it exploded, and in that flash he saw
a tall, dark man wearing a top hat. We went
into the room and sure enough, the light bulb hat blown.
My mom immediately smudged the entire place with sage, and
we all tried to calm down. I want to state
(15:35):
that me and my siblings weren't exposed to the Internet.
We had an Obama phone to use if we ever
needed to call mom while she was at work, and
if you never had an Obama phone, you know how
slow it is. Yes, we had the PS four to
watch YouTube, but none of us were watching anything scary,
so we had never heard of the top hat man
(15:55):
and his stories. Anyway, that night, we all all slept
in my mom's room, again, the only room we had
set up. The lights were off except for the TV,
and my little sisters wouldn't stop jumping around, so my
mom made them sit on the wall to settle down.
A few minutes later, both of them suddenly screamed and
(16:17):
bolted for the bed, crying and shaking. They said there
was a man standing in the kitchen smiling at them,
and the kitchen was visible from that room, and all
the windows and doors were open because it was hot.
My mom got up mad and protective. She turned all
the lights on and started smudging again. She opened all
(16:40):
the windows and door to the stairs that let outside,
and even the door downstairs, and she had all of
us yell you are not welcome here, get out, over
and over. Then we all heard footsteps going down the stairs.
Me and Jay just stared at each other, frozen. We
(17:02):
didn't have to say a word.
Speaker 2 (17:04):
We both knew what we had heard.
Speaker 1 (17:21):
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(17:42):
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(18:49):
It could be anything a ghost, a monster, or a
guy next door.
Hey, campfire crew, let's get it on.
Speaker 2 (00:07):
And we do feed and feed well to stuff yourselves
on other people's nightmare. Butter are playing bread with delicious pain.
Speaker 1 (00:27):
House of a Thousand Horrors by Miss Suicide Sheep. I
was only eight years old, and I've lived in haunted
houses my entire childhood, and none that have traumatized me
like this one. My family and I lived in a
fairly big house just outside of Temecula, California, and that
(00:50):
house had a dark, evil energy, and I dreaded coming
home every day from elementary school. I especially dreaded nighttime.
That's when everything, obviously it got worse. We were a
small nuclear family, just me, my mother, little brother Xander,
and my marine father who was usually gone in Afghanistan
(01:11):
or Iraq. But whatever was in that house loved. When
my father left, the activity got ten times worse, and
it loved to toy with me and my little brother.
When we first moved in, it wasn't so bad, toys
going off on their own, unexplained noises in the attic,
things that could be brushed off, until one night. My
(01:37):
little brother was still a baby, maybe around two or
three years old at the time, still crib bound. My mom,
sleeping in her bed, woke to hear some weird noises
coming from the baby monitor in the middle of the night.
She described it as a loud static and then a
man's deep, disembodied voice taking over the monitor. Immediately jumped
(02:01):
out of bed and rushed over to my baby brother's room.
She burst through the door only to see a shadowy
like being floating in front of the crib, staring down
at my brother. As quickly as she entered, the shadow
flew backward into the open closet with lightning speed, slammed
the door shut, and caused a hanger to fall down
(02:22):
onto the floor outside of the closet. I can't imagine
the fear of my mom felt after seeing that, but
I know she ended up moving Xander's crib to her
room immediately. This was just after my dad left for Afghanistan,
so obviously the activity would get worse from there on out.
(02:42):
And the activity certainly didn't only extend to my baby brother,
but whatever this energy was, it had a certain fascination
with him. Anyway, we ended up getting a three month
old yellow lab named Berkeley. My mom knew we didn't
feel so safe and neither did she, so maybe having
a little protector would have put us at ease. Berkeley
(03:07):
was a very friendly dog. He was always extremely gentle
with small kids and animals, even when my baby brother
would pull on his tail. Rest in peace, Berkeley. When
I look back on around the time when we first
brought him home, his teeth bared, snarling, growling, and barked
at an empty corner of the playroom, something I'd never
(03:28):
seen him ever do in his fifteen years of life,
let alone as a puppy. My eight year old self
knew there was something dark in that house that Berkeley
could see, and so could my baby brother. That brings
us to Thanksgiving. We invited all of our extended family
and ate together at the long dining table. We all
(03:50):
sat together, chatting, oblivious till my baby brother came running
out of the playroom, pale and crying. My mom picked
him up and sat him on her lap, and she
and the rest of the family tried to ask him
what was wrong, but he could barely speak. All he
did was point a little, shaky finger, moving slowly across
(04:11):
the dining room, as if there was some one walking
across it. The rest of the family laughed it off,
trying to console him and put him at ease, but
I knew. I'm pretty sure my mom knew too, that
he was seeing something that we couldn't a little bit
(04:31):
after Thanksgiving, another incident with my brother happened while I
was upstairs. He let out a blood curdling scream and
ran out of the playroom to my mom's arms while
she was on the couch. I immediately went downstairs to
see what had happened, and we'd never seen him so scared.
My mom tried to sue him and ask what happened,
(04:51):
but all he said is that the man grabbed him
by his arms and tried to pull him into the
toy box with him. My mom and I were terrified
to hear that. After all we'd seen and heard, we
one hundred percent believed him, and Xander refused to go
into his toy box again, so he took all his
(05:12):
toys out and laid them on the ground outside of it.
Only minutes later, I was sitting in the dining room
on the family computer playing builde Bear, trying to distract
myself from what had just happened, and my mom, with
widened eyes, looked over at me from the couch. Lexi
A Lexi, she whispered, firmly, fear in her voice. I
(05:37):
snapped my head up to see the Christmas chain I
had made at school hanging on the wall, just beside
the t V being lifted up from the bottom of
the chain. There wasn't a draft of wind. Something was
holding the paper chain up by the tail end, and
it began to move around in an odd way, like
something bending it around. Whatever it was then yanked hard
(06:01):
on it and pulled the chain entirely off the wall
and it fell onto the floor. There was absolutely no
denying it. Now there was energy or energies in that house.
My entire family was so afraid of nighttime. Me, my mom, dog,
and baby brother all slept in her room every single
(06:23):
night with the door locked at nighttime, when the heavy
footsteps would follow you up the stairs, and pots and
pans would be played with, toys would go off when
they weren't supposed to, and sometimes saying things they weren't
supposed to say. And the attic, oh my god, the
fucking attic. It was like the motherfuckers were having a
(06:45):
party up there, stomping around at three am, and not
to mention. When we'd wake up the next morning, we'd
find pots and pants scattered all over the floor. It
was like, whatever this was, it enjoyed k and our fear.
That's when my mother gave me wise advice at such
(07:06):
a young age that I still use it to this day.
Don't show it fear, no matter what it feeds off
of it. One day, I was feeling brave. I was
going to go into my own room for once in
the middle of the day and lock the door. I
was going to take my mom's advice. I mean, fuck
(07:27):
this ghost. I clicked the door shut and locked it.
I climbed up the ladder to my singular bunk bed
with space underneath it, and made a circle of stuffed
animals around me. I'm telling you, the minute I settled
down onto my bed, I heard a very high pitched,
childlike voice coming from space below my bed, saying Hi.
(07:51):
It spoke to me. It spoke directly to me. I
froze and I felt my heart beat in my throat.
It didn't sound like a child. It sounded like an
adult mimicking a child's voice. I wanted to scream so badly,
but I remembered my Mom's advice, so I slowly but
(08:12):
shakily began climbing down the ladder. My entire body felt
like jello. What did you just say? I asked nervously,
trying to hide my fear, and it didn't respond. I
ran to my door, shaking hands, fumbling with the lock,
and got the hell out of there. No matter where
(08:33):
I went, no matter the time of day, I was
constantly on alert for the next thing that would happen.
Some nights I'd be too scared to sleep. My mom
made the mistake of accidentally falling asleep on the couch
while watching TV one night while the rest of us
were sleeping in her room as usual. Then my mom
woke up to all the toys simultaneously going off. She
(08:58):
tried to brush it off and ignore it and thinking
maybe it would go away, but no, it wanted it
needed her attention. A couple of seconds later, she could
hear the pitter patter of bare feet running across the
tile and then boom, like someone pounded their fists on
the sliding glass door as hard as they could. She
(09:19):
quickly got up and saw the blinds were bent and twisted,
and immediately called the police. The police came around two
or three am, flashlights on, searching every inch of the house,
including the attic. There were no intruders. My mom had
had enough. She turned to a priest and had them
(09:40):
come to our home. Unfortunately, that didn't work. One day
after school, I saw her light white candles in every
single room of the house, smiling and dancing, and she
told me to join her. That our good energy was
supposed to counteract the bad, and I did so, thinking
of all the happy thoughts I could as I danced
(10:01):
in each room. That didn't work either. All we could
do was just wait wait for my dad to come back,
while every family member that stayed the night left feeling disturbed.
My father finally arrived home I think about eight months later,
the activity dialed down a bit, but didn't dissipate. He
(10:24):
was a firm disbeliever in ghosts, but after returning home
even he admitted that the things he saw happening left
him feeling stumped and unsettled. We lived in that house
for two whole years, two years of horror movie like activity,
two years of my nervous system being on high alert
(10:45):
twenty four to seven. I was relieved when he finally
got stationed at Fort Leonard Wood and we could finally
leave that place. As my mom was doing some packing,
she could hear what sounded like a mother's golding her
child in the walkway, and that's why we believe there
were multiple entities. Regardless. She prayed they didn't follow us,
(11:09):
and they didn't, but that didn't mean we were safe
from the spirits of our next home. Far from it.
Terrifying night in the woods. I keep trying to forget
(11:31):
about this story, but it keeps coming back into my memory,
even after years. I'm really curious if anyone has experienced
anything similar. I went to college in rural Appalachia, and
I had heard all the previous rules about being in
the woods at night. No whistling in the woods, don't
be out after dark, ignore crying deep in the woods, etc.
(11:55):
But on this particular night, I ignored the most important rule,
stay out of the woods from dusk till dawn. I
was on a very rural stretch of the Blue Ridge
Parkway to watch the sunset with my then girlfriend. We
wound up getting pretty comfortable lying down in the back
of my car, to the point we started dozing off.
(12:16):
I want to say. I woke up about forty five
minutes after the sun had gone down and the woods
were dead silent. I instantly felt that something was wrong.
I had a very strange feeling that I was being watched.
Knowing something was off, I gently tried to wake my
girlfriend to leave, when all of a sudden, I heard
(12:37):
this gut wrenching scream from the woods beside my car.
I know that mountain lions and foxes can scream, but
this was not like that. It sounded like a full
grown man screaming bloody murder. I instantly got out of
the car, slammed my trunk shut, and ran to the
driver's door to drive away. As I was putting my
(12:59):
key in the ag, I heard an almost maniacal laugh
and what sounded like footsteps bolting towards us. I matted
the gas pedal and got the hell out of there,
and neither of us spoke the entire drive back to campus.
I've avoided that stretch of the parkway ever since. I
have no idea on earth what happened. There are no
(13:21):
hiking trails, buildings, or campsites anywhere near where we were. Anyway,
I just thought I would share. Please don't wander into
the woods after dark. I don't want to know what
could have happened if I hadn't have woken up. The
(13:45):
tall top hat man haunted my family by Bianna Bonkers.
When I was going into sixth grade, my family moved
into the upper unit of a Rundown duplex and one
of the worst parts of the city. It was me,
my older brother, Jay, a freshman at the time, my
little brother Aki kindergarten, and my two little sisters, ages
(14:09):
four and three. My mom was a single parent, working
long hours and we didn't have much, just a mattress,
a TV, and a gifted p S four in her room. Now,
in my family, we're Ojibwe we believe kids consents and
see things adults can't. This night proved it. My mom
(14:32):
was at work and me and my sisters were downstairs
with a family friend who lived in the lower unit.
My brothers were upstairs playing on the p S four.
Jay went to the bathroom and a key went to
the kitchen to grab some chips. When he came back,
Jay was gone. He figured Jay was in his room,
so he went to check, and then we all heard
(14:55):
him scream like he was being murdered. We ran upstairs
right as my mom was getting home from work, and
a Key was clinging to Jay, crying so hard he
could barely talk. Jay looked freaked out but swore he
didn't do anything. Once a Key calmed down, he said
that when he went into Jay's room and flipped the
(15:15):
light on, it exploded, and in that flash he saw
a tall, dark man wearing a top hat. We went
into the room and sure enough, the light bulb hat blown.
My mom immediately smudged the entire place with sage, and
we all tried to calm down. I want to state
(15:35):
that me and my siblings weren't exposed to the Internet.
We had an Obama phone to use if we ever
needed to call mom while she was at work, and
if you never had an Obama phone, you know how
slow it is. Yes, we had the PS four to
watch YouTube, but none of us were watching anything scary,
so we had never heard of the top hat man
(15:55):
and his stories. Anyway, that night, we all all slept
in my mom's room, again, the only room we had
set up. The lights were off except for the TV,
and my little sisters wouldn't stop jumping around, so my
mom made them sit on the wall to settle down.
A few minutes later, both of them suddenly screamed and
(16:17):
bolted for the bed, crying and shaking. They said there
was a man standing in the kitchen smiling at them,
and the kitchen was visible from that room, and all
the windows and doors were open because it was hot.
My mom got up mad and protective. She turned all
the lights on and started smudging again. She opened all
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the windows and door to the stairs that let outside,
and even the door downstairs, and she had all of
us yell you are not welcome here, get out, over
and over. Then we all heard footsteps going down the stairs.
Me and Jay just stared at each other, frozen. We
(17:02):
didn't have to say a word.
Speaker 2 (17:04):
We both knew what we had heard.
Speaker 1 (17:21):
Hey, Gang, thanks for listening to this episode. If you
have a true scary story of any nature that you'd
like me to narrate, email it to Uncle Josh True
Scary Stories at gmail dot com. I read them all.
We're getting closer and closer to the Halloween extravaganzas, so
if you've got a true scary Halloween story that you'd
(17:42):
like me to have on here, send it away as
quick as you can. Would love to have it in
this year's episode. If you're catching this on YouTube and
you like what you heard, give it a like. If
you're not a subscriber, why not become a subscriber today.
Tell a friend about the channel too. I'd appreciate it
that all does affect the algorithms positively. Want to give
(18:06):
a quick shout out and point you guys in the
direction of a podcast that has just been relaunched. It's
the Scarefire podcast, simply found on YouTube Scarefire Podcast. They
do horror movie reviews and are looking to do some
other stuff as they rebuild their channel, and I hope
that you guys will go check them out do them
a solid. If you'd like to take your support of
(18:28):
what I'm doing a step further, find a link to
my Patreon page and check out my storefront at teapublic
dot com. Get yourself some Uncle Josh and Campfire Crew merchandise.
You'll be the cat's ass in your neighborhood wearing a shirt.
Everyone be excellent to each other, and until next time,
be wary of things that go bump in the night.
(18:49):
It could be anything a ghost, a monster, or a
guy next door.
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