Hello, Hillbilly Nation! How the heck are you?

Ha ha! You have no idea how long I have been waiting to do that!

Welcome to Hillbilly Horror Stories! I'm Brittany and I will be your host this week!

Okay, so like, first let's address the whereabouts of our very own Mr. Mullins.

He's been a little quiet the last few weeks. He is still here. That I can promise you.

But that man has one super crazy busy life. I honestly don't see how he does it all. From what I hear,

him and his sweet wife. Oh my God, have any of you met that amazing woman?

Sorry, sidetracked.

Keep it together, Brittany.

Anyway, they should be moved in their new house next week.

With any luck, Tim's studio will be set back up, and things can get back to normal.

But this week, you have me to introduce this week's episode. But before I do, I would like to read a few short stories, okay?

Cool. Thanks.

The first one is called My Bedtime Companion.

I rarely sleep alone. Not that I have a choice in the matter.

The night always starts and ends the same.

I knock back a few sleeping pills, take off my clothes. I like where this is going.

Sorry. I knock back a few sleeping pills, take off my clothes, and let myself get drowsy.

Then every night I wait for her face to appear.

No matter how many sleeping pills I take, I can feel her arrival.

Sometimes she's just a face, and other times she's a jaggedly rearranged torso.

She paces, too.

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