Welcome back, friend. It's a special time in the creepypasta community right now, you know?

No, not Halloween. Who cares about that? It's because old Drew Blood finally got an ad read.

And no fast forward and allowed.

You neither, Mr. Time Stamp.

Just a second, friend.

It's not like we have a show to do or anything.

Well, what do we have here? A scaly prick?

Oh, I'm kidding. Of course you're Michael Myers, because Michael Myers

wears a hockey mask on the top of his head like a hat. You'd have made a better

lyle crocodile. That's all I'm saying. Here's a few cigarettes, buddy. I'm sure you've had

enough candy for one night. Mmm. Alright, that's better.

So tonight we've got two stories from our old pal in M. Brown, and our new pal, Grey Walker.

So smoke them if you've got them and drink those glasses to the bottom, y'all.

Cause old Drew Blood has a tell to tell, but first here come the rigmarole.

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For our first wholesome story tonight,

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