Through the murky darkness of the night, when fear banishes sleep, it's the no-sleep

podcast.

Born from the nightmares of Reddit.com's no-sleep forum, and featuring tales from

Reddit's authors of horror, we present you with tales intended to frighten, and disturb,

and keep you awake as the night slowly creeps past.

Your first tale is entitled, Baked Beans.

Sharing a living space with people means you have to put up with some odd idiosyncrasies,

especially the things that go on in the middle of the night.

This tale was written by Allison Stein, and is read by Max Glaspy.

I used to live in one of those shared buildings, one that has multiple bedrooms and bathrooms

about a shared living area.

At the time of this incident, I lived there with three other people, a mother and her

grown son, who shared one part of the living area, and the typical middle-aged grizzled

veteran who had the other one.

Most of the time we didn't interact.

I and the mom had jobs at separate ends of town, and the kid apparently helped people move

and do chores for cash.

The old veteran guy stayed home a lot and baked beans.

Now, let me get this straight when I say this guy loved baked beans.

He had them for every meal, usually a can of bushes with some other thing, usually a bit

of whatever the mom made, though if the mom and son went out, this guy would have an

entire pot of baked beans.

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