Mr. E in the air, great stories of the strange and unusual of dark and compelling masterpieces.

In the dream, you are fallen, lost, and the listening distance.

As dark, locked in.

I fear nothing other than living on a dead.

They crave the red picture that they lack.

Grief in me is caught blood upon the ground and the ghosts rushed from the other world,

moving and dying for it.

Dedicated to the supernatural, the unusual, and the unknown, comes to be my command.

We go to send to the world to see an unknown and forbid,

down to the depth of the veil of time, and let the supernatural race begin.

She'll kill her. She'll kill her. She'll kill her.

She is here. The devil I hunt is here.

Where are you? Where are you?

Master. Mastering death, acting like tongue to us, we implore you.

By the beam, by the spirit, come to the virgin's blood we pour for you.

Let's go. Let's be out of here.

I'll take care of the steps of the desperate looking house.

An eerie feeling can overcome both of them.

Feeling of apprehension there, or was not right.

It was so dark, so very rare.

Greetings, dear listener, and welcome back for yet another installment of the Trailbilly's annual Halloween special.

Now, anybody that knows me knows I spend much of the year asking people to tell me scary stories like this kind of crazy person.

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