No.

This is creepy.

A podcast dedicated to sharing the most famous chilling and disturbing creepy pastas and urban legends in the world.

Whether these stories truly happened or are simply fabrications is for you to decide.

These stories may contain graphic depictions of violence and explicit language.

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Hey, everyone. No updates about the feed issues, and unfortunately, I'm halfway out the door right now.

It's time for me to head down to camp so we can record our annual creepaway camp series that we post in April.

Hopefully, while I'm gone, they'll figure out what's going on. The next few weeks you'll be hearing my voice, but it will be pre-recorded. Sorry about that. I just don't trust the Wi-Fi anytime I take a trip, and since we're headed back to the bayou, well, better not risk it. Now, I got to head out to the airport, so let's get right to this week's stories.

First up from writer John Evans and narrated by Heather Thomas.

Creepy Presents, Wasteland.

Light. Let there be light. Light stung her eyes. Sharp as a blade, it stabbed through the slight part in the curtains and directly across her face.

While it was pleasantly warm on her skin, when she tried to open her eyes, it burned like hot coals. Pain lanced through them and careened

around the inside of her skull. If this was a hangover, it was the worst hangover of her life.

She didn't recall drinking last night, but that too was a typical symptom of waking up with

a hangover for her.

What wasn't typical was the feeling that something was off.

It took her a while to figure it out, but when she did, it was startling.

At first, lying there in bed, trying to bully her foggy brain to reboot, she noticed it.

Nothing.

That is to say, an absence of sound.

Not that everything was silent, but that the background noise was absent.

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