Hey there kids, it's me, Mr. Keebee Pasta, and before we get started on tonight's story,

I'm just gonna give you a quick warning that I never really do on any of my stories, but it felt

appropriate here. This story deals a lot with prison life. And as prison life goes, there's quite a

few things I don't normally touch on, like, very gross situations and sexual violence. So, listener,

discretion advised. And now on to tonight's story. I was jolted awake about an hour ago, confused

and disoriented. My heart was pounding and my sheets were soaked in sweat. Some savoring

malevolent horror was in the trailer with me, creeping up on me while I slept with poised

claws and razor teeth. The absolute certainty of this coated my mouth with an italic taste of

fear, sour, and dry, thick. I grabbed the baseball bat that laid beneath my cotton, tipped

it around the cramped darkness on my trailer, straightened here over the keening of the wind outside,

and the pounding of my own heart. Of course, there's nothing here except my goldfish

and yours truly. That sweaty guy in his underwear. He was the gusting wind that startled me awake.

Happens quite often in the late autumn and early winter. The wind rips through the scrub of

skeletal trees that surround the trailer park. Charges with lions roar into our lonely huddle

of frail little shelters. Gibbers and shrieks and pounds on our walls and uses fists of dead leaves

and frozen grit. Satisfied, I wasn't about to become chow for some unspeakable creature.

I laid back down on my squeaky saggy old cot and tried to get back to sleep.

But I couldn't. Instead, I found myself thinking about that night

and the penitentiary. Night of a lockdown. I kept thinking about Mikey and Big Rob and the rest of

them. All of us huddled in a cell with the lights off and the frigid northwest winds howling at the

walls. After a while, I gave up trying to sleep. Instead, I sat down in front of the computer and

I started typing on those storyteller. Not like Mikey or Hutch. I thought, try my best.

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