The best kind of friend does exactly what you want,

laughs at all your jokes, and never asked for the last piece of pizza.

But you might have to settle for someone a little less easy to get along with.

You're listening to Spook.

Stay tuned.

Our farm was in rural Michigan, surrounded by woods and swampland.

And when my parents screaming inside our trailer grew too loud, those woods were great to get lost in.

I'd follow animal trails through the brush,

beat back swarms of biting flies,

knowing that no one else in the history of time

had ever cut through as far or dug in as hard ever.

Till one day,

if you belonged on almost trail,

I came across a well.

And this well made of crumbling brick set into a circle, had the heavy metal lid sealing it from the top.

And I thought I could lift it, maybe have a drink of water.

When I heard a knock.

Clear as that bright summer day, a knock from inside the well,

as if someone inside wanted to get out.

And I sat and heard the knock again and again.

But no, of course, I didn't lift that lid.

Instead, I backed away. I turned and I ran home, didn't tell anyone. Still,

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