There's gift I've ever received has to be a bike when I was younger, a pedal bike.

It was a sort of slick little road bike and I remember it was all like it was so it was all wrapped up

but it was so obvious what it was obviously because nothing shaped like a bike and I had a little ribbon on it and I was so

I guess. For that was a life changer and I'm still sort of big on cycling around my area now so for that one change me a little.

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Good evening I'm storyteller oldest Jerry and I ate your grandfather from where I'm from we know do bit time stories and if that's what you were expecting you're in the wrong place.

If it's terrifying tells you're after well then I've got just the thing. It comfortable, silly and turn off the lights if you dare.

Your night is about to get a whole lot darker. Who needs sleep anyway?

Good evening you're listening to scary stories told me dog.

Welcome dear listeners to season 10 episode 17. I'm your host Otis Jerry and in this episode I'll be performing three tales to terrify courtesy of author Curin F West about vexing visitors, roofal ruts and testing trials.

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Now it's time to take a walk together down the Moonlit Trail. So lock your doors, turn your lights down low.

This is settled here. This show is about to begin.

You know, I like guests. For instance, every week we certainly invite you into here another episode full of freaks, freaks and fun.

But eventually everyone has to go, right? Guests, they can't stick around forever unless you're a father to ask them to.

In this tale from Curin F West, we invite you into the blissful charming home of Mr. Bobby Starlin and his family and whose mysterious guest has bigger plans than simply staying the night.

Without further ado, I present to you a welcome guest.

My early childhood was spent on my father's farm in the middle of nowhere, literally in the middle of nowhere.

We had no hospitals or police stations, nearest. Everything we ate, we made from scratch. There's like being an omniscience.

The farm was called Beacon Farm and to even get to the store was a long drive when my father's old four by four.

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