The Stories That Will Never Let You Sleep Again
Have you ever read or seen something so terrifying that you had to keep the lights on in your house in order to sleep? If not, prepare to read these terrifying stories that will make you want to hide under the covers tonight.
Return To Sender
This story shows that you should be careful when a box is labeled "fragile."
Manny had one of the most annoying neighbors in the world. Justin was trying to be a bigshot YouTube star and often did wild and crazy stunts for views. Manny had seen Justin attempt stupid things like the cinnamon challenge or him laying flat on the hood of his car as it slowly crept down the driveway unmanned. He was usually screaming things like "epic win," "epic fail," or "epic maintenance of the status quo." Manny was getting to the point he just wanted this guy to get whatever YouTube fame he could get and just move on.
Then came the day that Manny would live in slight relief. Justin decided to go on a "trip" for a few weeks and asked Manny if he could check his mail. Of course, Manny was glad not to hear him scream "epic" anything for a few weeks and was more than happy to help out.
The weeks went by, and nothing too exciting came for Justin until one day Manny saw a cardboard box on Justin's doorstep that said "Return to Sender" in big red letters. Manny knew he should keep the box until Justin returned, but didn't anticipate how heavy the thing would be. He tried his best to lug the box over to his house without dropping it but his garage door was finicky, so the inevitable happened. As the garage door finally opened on the third try, Manny dropped the box and heard a slight crack on the inside. Manny cursed under his breath and hoped he could just blame the postage people for being clumsy for whatever broke inside. He left the box in his garage and didn't pay it any mind, that is until he started to notice a weird smell coming from the garage.
As Manny investigated what smelled like rotting meat he could tell the only thing that could've produced that terrible smell was the mysterious box his neighbor had gotten. He figured because Justin was so weird, he probably got one of those meat-in-a-box subscriptions. Why he wouldn't warn Manny, he had no clue; he was an odd guy. Then, Manny covered his nose with a pair of scissors in hand to cut it open and find out what in the world was that terrible smell. He noticed the bottom of the box was also soggy, so there was no way he'd be able to move it either - crap. Well, he was in for a rude awakening once he opened the box and the smell hit him like a slap in the face. He smelled waves of pee, sweat, poop, and just straight up rotting or decaying meat. The smell overwhelmed him so much that he had to force down puke that was threatening to come up. It took him a few tries, change of clothes, and air fresheners -- although the smell still stayed in his nostrils -- to finally muster up the courage to look at what was inside the box. He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw not meat from a cow or a pig, but the decaying corpse of his crazy neighbor Justin.
After calling the cops and a few interrogating questions from the police, Manny finally learned why in the world his neighbor was in a box and how he might've died. The cops showed Manny footage from a vlogging camera Justin had with him inside the box. They only showed him the footage once, but the images haunted Manny for years.
The footage showed that Justin had planned to ship himself cross-country and wanted to share what this weird experience would be like for him. He had everything he needed in the box: pee bottles, food, a pillow, and even a few flashlights. One of his friends was the one who closed the lid and shipped him off to God knows where, and as the footage continued it was just small updates of what he could hear and feel going on around him. However, the last piece of footage made a cold chill go down Manny's spine.
In the last clip, Justin was in the box, per usual, but it had toppled over and everyone could hear a loud snap as his neck twisted in an inhumanely way. The camera kept recording Justin's lifeless face, probably until the memory card was too full or the battery died. The last sounds everyone heard in that clip was the sound of someone's screeching garage door finally opening.
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A Father's Scary Bedtime Story For His Son
Every parent likes to mess with their kid and tell them a spooky story or two before bed, but this dad's story would haunt anyone at any age.
One night, single dad Harry noticed his son, William, was playing his usual round of Minecraft. William was entirely in the zone, and Harry saw that to the side were comments made by his "friends" and other people on this public server. Harry decided he'd tell his son another one of his cautionary, scary tales.
"Son we need to have a chat about Internet Safety." William's eyes still glued to the screen."Son, can you stop your game for a minute?"
With a sigh, William exited the game and closed his laptop. He looked at his dad with a tired expression. "Dad, is this going to be another cheesy scary story?"
"Whhaaaat?" Harry said with a mocking, hurt tone. _"I thought you liked my cautionary tales?" _Harry himself had always grown up with scary tales about children encountering witches, ghosts, werewolves, and trolls, and it was because, for many generations in his family, the parents used these scary stories to reinforce morals and teach lessons about safety.
His son scrunched his nose at him, "They were fine when I was six. But now that I'm getting older, they don't scare me anymore. They seem silly. If you are going to tell a story about the Internet, can you make it scary?!"
Harry squinted at him, not sure he could handle a "scary" story. "Dad. I'm ten, and I can handle it."
After more prodding from William, Harry decided he'd tell him the story of Colby and his friend he met online: Helper23.
"Colby went online and joined several children's websites. After a while, he started talking to other kids in-game and on the message boards. He made friends with another ten-year-old boy named Helper23. They liked the same video games and shows. They laughed at each other's jokes. They explored new games together.
*After several months of friendship, Colby gave Helper23 six diamonds in a game they were playing. The gift was a very generous gift. Colby's birthday was coming up, and Helper23 wanted to send him a cool present in real life. Colby figured it wouldn't hurt to give Helper23 his home address - as long as he promised not to tell it to any strangers or grownups. Helper23 swore he wouldn't tell anyone else, not even his parents, and set about mailing the package." *
Harry paused and noticed, despite William acting like a grown-up a few minutes before, was glued into the story like he was six years old all over again.
"Do you think that was a good idea?" _Harry asked William. William, of course, shouted"No!" _and Harry chuckled as he continued with the story.
"Well, neither did Colby. Colby felt guilty about giving away his home address - and his guilt began to grow. And grow. By the time he put on his pajamas the next night, his guilt and fear were larger than anything else in his life. He resolved to admit the truth to his parents. The punishment would be steep, but it was worth it to have a clear conscience. He squirmed in his bed as he waited for his parents to tuck him in."
William was on the edge of his seat now. Harry continued the story, and this is where things took a dark turn.
The rest of the story finished with Colby beginning to hear the familiar noises of his baby brother sleeping, the washing machine running, and a tree branch scraping against the brick of his house. That's when he heard one strange sound that he couldn't quite understand what was off about it. He heard footsteps and, assuming it was his dad, called out to him. His father's footsteps stopped at the door, and he peeked his head through Colby's door. Colby immediately noticed something was off about his dad's voice and also the way his mouth was moving. Colby asked if his dad was okay, but his dad still lets out a strange "uh-huh" to his question. He wondered if his mom was okay and asked for her. Instantly she peeked her head from around the door too. "Here I Am," she said, but her voice was an unnatural falsetto like a man was trying to imitate a woman.
"Were you about to tell us that you gave our home address to Helper23?" she asked, "You shouldn't have done that! We TOLD you never to give out personal information on the Internet! He wasn't a kid! He just pretended to be one. Do you know what he did? He came to our house, broke in, and murdered both of us! Just so he could spend some time with you!"
Suddenly, a fat man in a wet jacket came out from behind Colby's doorway with his parents' severed heads. Colby was terrified as the man revealed his knife and started advancing towards him, torturing the poor boy.
When the boy was near death, the large man finally heard Colby's baby brother crying in the next room. Figuring he could use another victim, the large man went to the baby's room, ready to make yet another kill. However, when the man picked up the baby, the baby calmed down and smiled at him, warming his heart a bit.
_He wiped his bloody hands on the blanket so he could stroke the baby's cheek, "Hey there, sweet little guy." The beautiful rage of sadism melted into something warmer and softer. He walked out of the nursery, took the baby home, named him William, and raised him as his very own. _
When Harry finished his story, his son looked at him in wide-eyed horror.
*"But Dad, MY name's William." *His son said through short breaths.
*"Of course it is, son," *Harry said with a classic dad-wink and toused his son's hair. William ran upstairs to his bedroom sobbing while his dad smiled, believing deep down his son enjoyed the story.
The Tales Of A Park Search And Rescue Officer
The tale of a park search and rescue officer is one of the most infamous NoSleep Reddit stories to date. The amount of creepy stuff that goes down in this park is unfathomable and might make you think twice before you go hiking or camping in the woods. Here is just one of the many stories he has to tell.
"One of the scariest things I've ever had happen to me involved the search for a young woman who'd gotten separated from her hiking group. We were out until late at night because the dogs had picked up her scent. When we found her, she was curled up under a large rotted log. She was missing her shoes and pack, and she was clearly in shock. She didn't have any injuries, and we were able to get her to walk with us back to base ops. Along the way, she kept looking behind us and asking us why 'that big man with black eyes' was following us. We couldn't see anyone, so we just wrote it off as some weird symptom of shock. But the closer we got to base, the more agitated this woman got. She kept asking me to tell him to stop 'making faces' at her. At one point she stopped and turned around and started yelling into the forest, saying that she wanted him to leave her alone. She wasn't going to go with him, she said, and she wouldn't give us to him. We finally got her to keep moving, but we started hearing these weird noises coming from all around us. It was almost like coughing, but more rhythmic and deeper. It was almost insect-like, I don't know how else to describe it. When we were within sight of base ops, the woman turned to me, and her eyes were about as wide as I can imagine a human could open them. She touched my shoulder and said, 'He says to tell you to speed up. He doesn't like looking at the scar on your neck.' I have a small scar on the base of my neck, and I have no idea how this woman saw it. I immediately heard this weird coughing in my ear, and I almost jumped out of my skin. I hustled her to ops, trying not to show how freaked out I was, but I have to say I was pleased when we left the area that night."
The Tale Of Roly Poly
Who doesn't love a good bedtime story? Well, this story is a warning to never ever EVER pick up and read to your kids, "The Tale Of Roly Poly."
One night, John's little girl, Ginny, was picking out a book for John to read her before she went to bed. She found a plain red book with gold letters that read: "The Tale Of Roly Poly" in her collection, which was odd to John because he'd never seen the book before. However, he just shrugged it off as maybe the original owners had left it behind since they'd only moved to the neighborhood about a month ago.
Ginny was ready, snuggled up in her bed ready to hear the Tale of Roly Poly.
"Are you sure you want this one pumpkin?"
Ginny yawned:
"Yes, Daddy."
John shrugged and began to read:
"There were two boys,
Two children like you,
One was called Jack,
The other was Hugh.
The boys sat in their room,
For there was nothing to do,
They were so bored,
A common bugaboo."
So far, the book read and had simple illustrations like any children's book. John continued:
"They thought and they thought,
They huffed and they puffed,
Until Hugh said 'Phew!'
'Enough is enough!'
'Let's play a game!'
*'We'll upend *this loose end,'
*'I know!' said Jack, *'I'll call on my friend.'"
At this point, John was ready for Ginny to pass out. Whoever wrote this book needed to take some rhyming cues from Dr. Seuss.
Jack took the book and said the words written down:
"'Come out, come out,
You silly old clown.'
With a whish and a whoosh,
And fizzle and pop,
Roly Poly arrived,
With a great big plop."
The next page showed an enormous clown-like figure who made the two boys next to him look like ants. The clown looked like your classic pantomime clown, with a ruffed color, white make-up and bright red lips.
"'I've come to play,' said the clown, 'How do?'
'You?' said Hugh, 'Oh dear, holy moley!'
'Don't be scared,' declared Jack,
'It's just Roly Poly.'
'What shall we do,' said Hugh, all a flutter.
As he pulled out his toys from the bedroom clutter.
There were many games of various names,
All wires and megawatts,
A singing machine, a trampoline,
There were even two robots.
'Oh no,' said the clown,
'This will not do!'
'Let's play some real games,'
'Ditch this techno voodoo.'
'Come with me and you'll see.'
'My home is quite grand.'
'You'll have all that you need,'
'In Topsy-Turvy Land.'
The two boys nodded,
Their hearts filled with glee,
They took the clown's hand,
And counted three Mississippi!
Hugh and Jack closed their eyes,
As the world twirled and twirled,
They whooped with joy,
As a new land was unfurled.
The clown's home was quite splendid,
Full of candies and treats, the fun never ended,
No parents, no chores, no bedtime or rules,
No horrible homework from boring old schools.
The boys played and played and all three were glad,
Until one fateful day when the clown became sad.
'What's wrong Roly Poly?'
'Is there something we can do?'
The boys asked and asked,
But their worry still grew.
the clown mumbled, 'Oh dear,'
'My apologies, most humbled,'
'I'm just very hungry,'
As his large tummy rumbled.
'Would you like chocolate or chips or gooey cream cake?'
'We have hot dogs and ice-cream and every milkshake.'
But the clown shook his head,
For his belly did ache,
Then he grabbed little Hugh,
'"A fine meal you will make!'"
John was afraid of what happened next and quickly shut the book. He figured it was time to call it a night, despite Ginny wanting to know what happened to the little boy. He told her he'd tell her about it tomorrow. He left Ginny to sleep with a kiss on the forehead and turned out the light. His curiosity got the better of him and he continued to read the book downstairs. The image he saw was so gruesome he was glad he didn't finish it with Ginny. The clown held one of the boys above his head and the illustrations actually showed him tearing away at the boy's flesh, with blood trickling down his already red lips. The boy's face was even more terrifying, showing actual anguish and pain.
John continued reading:
"Roly Poly grabbed the boy and held him aloft,
He took a big bite. Sweet Hugh was soft.
He gnashed and he gnawed, he chewed and he slurped,
And when nothing was left, the clown loudly burped.
He looked around; there was no Jack to be found.
The boy had run; the chase had begun.
Jack ducked, and he darted, he ran and he ran,
Roly Poly just chuckled: 'Come back here, young man!'
'This place is large; indeed, it does sprawl!'
'There is no way out; no way at all.'
The clown was quite right, for try as he might,
Jack rushed to escape, but there was no exit in sight.
The boy grew tired, his breath became weary,
Roly Poly caught up, sounding quite cheery:
'You're tougher than most---you, I will cook.'
And he hung the boy up on an old meat hook.
The child screamed, and he shouted: 'you great fat liar!'
The clown licked his lips as he stoked the big fire.
The clown was so happy, this sweet meat was a treat,
Hail to the chef, bon appétit!"
John couldn't believe what he'd just read. This book looked like an ordinary children's book for God's sake, but the amount of horror in it was something no child should see. John was just thankful he stopped reading to Ginny when he did and decided to get rid of the book immediately. After having a nice drink, he threw the book in the trash and went straight to bed.
The next morning, everything seemed normal to John. He brewed his coffee, picked up the morning paper and prepared to sit down for a lazy Sunday. That was, until he read the headline of the newspaper.
"Fifth Anniversary of Local Boys' Disappearance"
"Hundreds have taken part in a remembrance rally to mark the fifth anniversary of the disappearance of brothers Hugh and Jack Healy."
"The brothers, aged eight and six, were abducted from their home on January 7, 2012. Police have issued a fresh appeal for information this weekend [story continued on page 3]."
John ran outside and removed the cover of the trash can. Perhaps whoever wrote that book knew something about the boys' disappearance? At the very least, he needed to report this sick material to the police. His stomach lurched as he regarded the contents of the can. The book was gone.
A panic rose deep in John's chest as he dashed upstairs to his daughter's bedroom. A single piece of paper lay on the crumpled sheets of her empty bed and read:
"Ginny picked a good book,
A true tale to excite,
But Dad did not like it,
He thought it was trite.
He stopped the story at the moment of glory,
'Oh no, not for you! This part is unfit!'
The clown did not like that,
Not one little bit.
So Roly Poly told Ginny,
Who was ever so skinny:
'Let's have some fun!'
'We'll show that old ninny.'
And now Ginny plays,
In the land Topsy-Turvy,
Full of sugar and spice,
And all things that are girly.
While the princess holds court,
In dresses of satin,
The clown simply smiles,
'She'll do, she'll fatten.'"
A week later, Ginny was still missing. John showed the paper to the cops, but they had no idea what to make of it either. All John knew is that he would tell any and everyone to never open "The Tale of Roly Poly." A child's life could depend on it.
Fran And Jock
Everyone has that childhood toy that they can never leave behind. This story shows that there might be a better reason to keep those childhood memories around; they might protect you in more ways than one.
Sadie always considered herself to be an "oops" baby. Her parents had her well into their 40s, which meant growing up she never was particularly close to her grandparents. Both her grandmothers had passed, and both her grandfathers were too far and too old to make the frequent trips to visit each other. Her parents did everything they could so that Sadie and her grandfathers could have a relationship as a baby: babble-ridden phone calls, crayon scribbled letters, everything. However, by the time Sadie was three years old, her grandfathers' health started to deteriorate. In a last-ditch attempt, Sadie's mother bought two teddy bears that could record someone's voice, and with a squeeze, you'd always have a piece of that person, even when they passed.
When Sadie's mom's father died when she was 4 years old, her mother gave her a white teddy bear with bright blue eyes that shined beneath a flat plaid cap and a green sweater. Sadie squeezed the bear and heard her grandpa's voice, "I love you, Sadie." Then, two years later, her dad's father passed, and she received a gray teddy bear whose face had a serious expression and wore red suspenders that held up tan trousers. This time when she squeezed the bear she could hear her Grandpop's voice, "I love you, Sadie."
She decided she would name the white bear Fran and the gray bear Jock, and she kept them on her shelf above her bed. That's where they stayed throughout her whole childhood. She didn't pay them much attention, though, because the relationship her parents tried so hard to build just wasn't there. She was too young to remember them, and they became fixtures to her, while her parents often squeezed the bears to hear their father's voice once again. When Sadie went to college, despite her mother's constant urging, she never took Fran and Jock with her, opting instead to leave them at her parent's house. However, the first night she would house sit for her parents while they went away on a week-long vacation, she'd realize Fran and Jock were more than just teddy bears.
Her parents were worried sick leaving their little girl behind, but she reminded them she was a young lady now and that everything would be fine. Once her parents drove her, she made herself comfortable in her old childhood home and watched a few episodes of her favorite shows, cooked herself some dinner, and could already feel herself nodding off a little past 11 p.m. "_Am I turning into an old, early-to-bed woman already? The horror," she thought. _
So she went off to bed and squeezed her old childhood bears, they both said their usual _"I love you, Sadie," _and she left them sitting above her bed and drifted off to sleep.
Sadie couldn't tell what time it was, but all of a sudden and she noticed Fran was lying on his side beside her. She nervously laughed to herself and figured maybe the bear fell over and that's what woke her. "Did you fall off the shelf?" She asked quietly. She gave Fran the familiar squeeze, "Get out." He grumbled. She stared at the bear in horror and blinked slowly, thinking, maybe this was just a dream? She squeezed him again, and he grumbled once more, "Get out." It was still her grandpa's voice, but instead of the soft warmth it usually had, it was cold and menacing. She threw Fran across the room, absolutely terrified when all of a sudden she heard Frock AKA her grandpop's voice above her head. "Get out." She whipped around to look at Frock, who was still sitting in the same place, but now was turned towards the door instead of facing straight ahead. She couldn't remember if that's how she placed him, but all she knew was this was getting freaky.
"Get out," _Grandpa's voice came from Fran again, but this time it was like he was yelling. Jock echoed him in the same tone,_"Get out!" Both the voices kept going back and forth, getting louder and louder each time they yelled. Suddenly Jock shouted with Grandpop's voice **"I know you're down there!"
Sadie froze. Were they talking about her? Were they trying to scare her out of the house? She was scared, and she was ready to get out of this creepy house. She yanked open her bedroom door and ran down the hall when she heard Grandpa's voice (Fran), "I see you!" She was crying now and didn't know what to make of this. Was she dreaming? Was she going crazy? She made it to the stairs when she heard her Grandpop's voice (Jock) bellow, "You take one more step, I'll make sure it's your last!" She was frozen in fear as she heard Fran roar "Get out!"Suddenly, she heard something else in the house: a creak downstairs. Someone else was in the house.
The realization crept upon her. The bears weren't yelling at her at all. They were yelling at someone who had broken into her home! "GET OUT!" The grandfathers howled together. The footsteps made crashes and bumps around the house, and it was obvious the intruder was trying to escape what sounded like two crazy old men about to come after him. Sadie then heard the sound of an SUV's doors slamming and then a car peeling down the street. Once the car's noises died down, silence filled the house. She slowly retreated to her room and peeked inside her room. Frank and Jock were both exactly where she'd left them, but were now silent. She hesitantly approached Fran, picked him up, and squeezed his stomach "I love you, Sadie." _Grandpa said, back in his warm voice. Sadie placed him back on the shelf beside Jock and slowly backed up, not taking her eyes off the bears. The moment she turned around and headed down the stairs to reach the phone she could hear her Grandpop's voice trailing behind her,___"I love you, Sadie."**
Sadie called the cops to report the incident and have them come collect any evidence they needed (Of course leaving out any part of the bears). She then called her parents, who naturally freaked out and said they'd return home in a heartbeat. However, Sadie assured them that she'd be just fine, and after much coaxing, they finally believed her. A few days later, her parents returned home, and the cops caught the guy trying to break into the house. It turned out to be a coworker of Sadie's dad who knew he would be out of town. Much to the cop's amusement and the thief's bewilderment, the thief learned that there weren't two, crazy old men trying to attack him in the house, but just a 22-year-old woman left alone in the house.
After that day, Sadie took Fran and Jock with her to her apartment. She kept them on her TV stand where they have a full view of the front door. Whenever she felt anxious or alone, she'd squeeze the bears and they'd say "I love you, Sadie." _Only now, she always responded, _"I love you both, too."
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Pete The Drinker
Not even a summary would do justice for this messed up kid's tale.
Toby always stayed the night at his friend's, Tom, house every weekend and he'd hang out with Tom and his older brother Walter. They'd always stay up late and tell each other scary stories, but the most frightening story was of Pete the Bootlegger because it was a true story.
"Back in the 1920s, this house was owned by a different family. Their closest neighbor was an inbred drinker named Pete. He lived in a shack deep in the woods and was frequently in trouble with the law. The parents warned the little boy and girl who lived here NEVER to go near Pete's land.
The young boy lived in this very room. One night, he was awakened by the sound of shattered glass somewhere inside the house. Living so close to Pete, the boy was very cautious. And instead of opening the door, he locked it. He pressed his ear to the door and listened.
The boy heard footsteps stumbling down the hallway that were much too heavy to be his father's. He could almost smell the distinct odor of Pete's breath through the bedroom door. 'Let me in, boy.' It was Pete. But the boy wouldn't unlock the door. Overcoming his fear, he shouted 'No!'
After a minute, the boy could hear Pete's heavy boots fading back through the house. In a distant room, he heard his father shouting at Pete. But the shouts soon turned to screams. For almost an hour, the sounds degenerated as the father shred his vocal chords to ribbons while screaming. The boy thought the pleading in hoarse agony was the worst thing he had ever heard until it was replaced by something worse. Silence.
Pete's boot steps lumbered back through the house to the boy's room. He pounded on the solid oak door. 'Boy! Open up this door, or you'll regret it.' The boy could smell the man through the door. Again he said 'No!'
And so it was his mother's turn. Her shouts and screams lasted for two hours. When they stopped, the heavy boots stumbled back to his door. The stench was overwhelming. 'Boy! I said 'Open up this door.' This is your last chance.' The boy was terrified, 'Please don't hurt my sister!' Pete was wasted and enjoying himself. He chuckled, 'Then open up, boy.' But the boy knew better. And so he spent the next three hours listening to the screams of his younger sister.
When the police came to investigate the house two days later, they found the mom, dad, and sister tied spread-eagle to their beds. Pete had cut a small hole in each of their lower abdomens and pulled the bowels out of their belly inch by inch as they died in pain.
They found the boy dehydrated but alive. He was still locked in THIS very room. Pressed against this very door. He was completely catatonic. He spent the rest of his life in a sanitarium, occasionally mumbling 'should I have opened the door? should I have opened the door?'
Pete was eventually caught and executed. His shack was torn down. But his ghost still haunts this house. Sometimes, we can smell a hint of his favorite sweet drink in the morning, and a pain in our bellies. And when we do, we know Pete was here during the night, trying to pull out our insides.
As the story foretold, every time Toby would stay with Tom and Walter he'd feel great pain in his stomach and bowels when he stayed in that room. Tom and Walter would just giggle and say they felt it too. However, these sleepovers stopped once the brothers moved to Utah when Toby was in the 5th grade.
Years later Toby was sitting in his chemistry lab and setting up everything for his experiment when he noticed one of the chemicals smelled familiar. It reminded him of the nights he'd stay with Tom and of Pete's 'drink.' He looked at the chemical to see what it was and the label read "diethyl ether."
Toby had a terrifying realization: I stared across the lab in a daze. Frozen. I remembered locking the door of their bedroom every night. I thought about waking with the faint smell of ether in my mouth. I remembered the sharp pain in my bowels each morning.
And I realized... There was no 'Pete the Bootlegger.'
They had been violating me.
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