Welcome, dear listeners, to scary stories told in the dark.

I'm Malcolm Blackwood, your host and storyteller.

And you know where I'm from, we don't do bedtime stories.

So, if that's what you're expecting, you're in the wrong place. If it's

terrifying tales you're after, well, then I've got just the thing. So, get comfortable,

settle in, turn off the lights, if you dare. Your night is about to get a whole lot darker.

Besides, who needs sleep anyway?

Good evening, and welcome back to scary stories told in the dark.

I'm your host Malcolm Blackwood.

Tonight's tale begins with something familiar, comforting even.

A place you've visited without a second thought.

A routine you've repeated so often that your mind drifts while your body goes through the motions. And that's how it gets you. Because horror doesn't always arrive with warning signs. Sometimes it waits behind a counter. Sometimes it smiles at you from a logo. Sometimes it lets you walk away, just long enough to make sure you remember.

Tonight's story is about indulgence, about secrets hidden in plain sight,

and about the terrible cost of seeing something you were never meant to notice.

So dim the lights, settle in, and remember, some cravings don't go away just because you wish they would.

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