Boom. Hello. Hello. Hello and welcome. Hello!

Hello.

Hello and welcome to scary stories from Camporo and Oak. This is a podcast where we tell each other true, spooky stories.

My name is Katie Wiggins.

Mine is Morgan Driscoe.

And if you have a true personal scary story that you would want us to read aloud, email it to us at Letters to Camp at

gmail.com and you might hear your story on the air. Fantastic.

Morgan is a bit sick, a bit under the weather, like everyone in Texas has the flu right now.

It's an epidemic right now. So I apologize for my congestedness.

There you have it. We're just going to, but don't worry, I've got way too much caffeine in my system,

so what I lack in making sense,

I'll make up for in not making any sense with what I say,

if that makes sense.

It does. It all came together perfectly in the end.

I've also had too much caffeine.

Despite my calm demeanor, there's a fire going behind these eyes.

Let's get into it.

Okay, so since Morgan is ill, and I just happened to cover for her last week,

we're still going to go by the rigid schedule.

And I'm going to tell another story this week.

And the original plan.

Oh, God.

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