Hi friends, how are you today?

I hope you're having a wonderful day so far.

My name is Bailey Sarian and today is Monday, which means it's murder, mystery, and makeup, Monday.

Halloween edition.

Sanna, shah, shah, shan, shan, shan, shan, shan, shan, sah.

If you are new here, hi, my name is Bailey Sarian and on Mondays I sit down and I talk about true crime story that's been heavy on my

Noggin and I do my makeup at the same time. But this time we're going to be talking about some Halloween stories while I get ready for a Halloween party that I was not invited to. Awesome.

So I will stop rambling and let's get right into it.

So the year is 1966. A small town situated on the Ohio River is a place called Point Pleasant, West Virginia.

This town called Point Pleasant in West Virginia,

like I had just said, had a population

of about 5,000 people at this time.

It seemed like everybody kind of knew each other.

I mean, a lot of the people were very close-knit,

so it was said.

And many of the people of the community,

you know, they just really stuck to themselves,

minded their own business.

There wasn't much crime going on. It just kind of existed, which is a good thing, right?

It's called Point Pleasant. They have to live up to that. My eyebrow looks really bad. Most

of the people in the community really stayed out of trouble. There was low crime, simple, simple place.

Point Pleasant. I've always secretly wondered what it's like to grow up in a small town wherever is a low crime, simple, simple place, point pleasant.

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