Whether thou art a ghost that have come from the earth, or a fandom of night,

or have no honor, or one that lies dead in the desert, or a ghost unburied, or a demon, or a ghoul,

whatever thou be until thou art from all the truth, thou shalt find here no water to drink,

thou shalt not stretch or thy hand to arm, into a house enter thou not,

through all events break through, thou not. We are protected, though we may be frightened.

Our life you may not steal, though we may be scared to death.

Welcome to scared to death creeps, peepers, robberts, anabels, and you know what?

What, Darren's why not?

Ooh, oh, someone called me a Darren this week.

Nice, are you Darren?

Well, maybe. I'm Dan.

Hey Dan, I'm Lindsay.

Hello, hello.

Hi, friends. Hi, Spooby gang.

Happy December, almost saying goodbye to 2020.

Usually I think, man, this year really flew by.

Yeah.

I don't feel that way about 2020.

Do you feel like goodbye and good riddance?

I mean, you feel overall for the world?

Yes.

2020 feels like it's lasted a couple years.

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