Snap Judgment Studios.

Studios. A Tisketisket, a Tasket. I trapped him in the basket. He begged for me to set him free.

But I knew he would come for me.

Ha ha ha ha, but listen to Spooked.

Stay true. Spooked, stay tuned. From KQED and PRX, you've crossed over to Spoot. As a young child, I felt that my parents, my mother, my father, I felt they loved me very much. I did truly.

It was just the day and those people from their

apostle,

apostle Herbert W Armstrong priests that this was the end of days

and they had to meet with each other.

Had to pray to fast, to study their Bibles,

to listen to cassette tapes from the headquarters church

in Pasadena, California, and run the farm.

Farms, even failing farms like ours do not run themselves.

So they worked and they worked and they worked from son up to far past sundown. Every night with the exhaustion,

I heard the fear, the terror behind my father's good night apologies.

Don't worry, he promised.

The kingdom of God will be here soon.

Then we'll have all eternity to play ball and go swimming and climb trees.

I told him it was okay, but I didn't mind and it was true I didn't mind. And it was true I didn't mind.

Even as he asked forgiveness for not having the time to spend on me, I just want to be alone. I like being alone because I never felt alone. I saw the mostly

out of the corner of my eye, the shadows, the shapes and figures darting

in and out of sight.

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