A bomb in the night, your heart fills with dread, probably a murderer

who wants you dead.

You could be a ghost, a demon or worse.

Perhaps you're the victim of a witch's curse.

It's hopeless, you're doomed.

You'd call a priest if you could. You'd rather just listen to who sinister

hood. I'm going to kill you.

Hello and welcome to another edition of Freaky Friday where we tell your odd but true stories.

It's a very last Friday in August which hopefully

means we're trucking towards a spooky season it rained today the temperature dropped a

hair just a hair I'm like bit, but everyone just was like, did you feel that?

It was a chill in the air because we're desperate.

I like my brother-in-law being like, we really need it to rain and then it rained and he's like,

it's too damn human out here.

He's like, one thing about me, I will complain.

I was like, that's all of us, right?

We just don't want to live in a miserable swamp,

but you know what we do and that's okay,

but wherever you're listening from I hope

it's beautiful I hope it's is crisp and just the crisp cold quietness of the

moon I hope you're living in a heavenly place like that.

Well, we might get to meet one of you if that's the case because we will be in San Diego on September

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