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Availability. Giday, mates, it's B Bbuster here. And before the episode begins, I would just like to let you know that Be Scared, which is produced along with Studio 71, features scary stories from around the globe on a weekly basis that aim to fuel your nightmares with a smile.

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I don't share this often because even after 10 years, I still can not decide if I narrowly escape something or if the whole thing was just a really strange coincidence that I've never managed to explain.

When I was 16, my parents' house sat near the edge of town, but one of those sort of half-forgotten suburban streets with the lamp post flicker in the mailbox all lean a little to the side.

It was the summer, humid and slow, and I spent most afternoons just home alone.

My parents, they both worked late and

my older siblings had already moved out, so their house was quiet except for the ticking

of the old kitchen clock that we had. One Thursday evening, just before sunset, a car that I

didn't recognise pulled into the driveway. It was an older model sedan with a fading

pizza decal on the side. No phone number, no logo, just the image of a single slice.

The driver got out, a guy maybe in his early 20s, wearing a brown polo and dark jeans.

He had a few earrings in one ear and a face that looked

perpetually tired, like he'd been awake too many nights in a row or something. He rang the doorbell,

holding a pizza box. Delivery for you, he said. I told him that he must have the wrong house,

that we haven't ordered anything.'

"'He frowned, looked at a small notepad,

"'and muttered something under his breath

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