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I Eat Where You Sleep

2022-10-31 | 🔗

A story of bedtime horrors, hungry and foul.

I Eat Where You Sleep

Written by P. T. Lehmann

You can read the original story and view the episode art at fullbodychillspodcast.com.

This is an unofficial transcript meant for reference. Accuracy is not guaranteed.
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Hi listeners, I'm jason Simon and I have a story. I want to tell you a story of bed. time, horrors hungry and foul, so gather round and listen close the His shadow stretched in a column of light from the doorway into darkness, moonlight choked by clouds turned familiar fixtures and undefined masses bulgin black. He couldn't help but feel It is, though, Someone was perhaps it was mad slasher from movies he shouldn't have watched alone. Maybe
It was a faceless horror from stories read too late at night. It could even be what we all know deep down, really lies weight in mind. Afflicted the lights quickly, dissipated these intrusive thoughts, ass, a furniture was stripped of shadow and is familiar. Bedroom became tangible, Like any other night, he first took out his wandering keys and set them on the next day. Next he sat down on the bed and peeled off his son, down. On top of the messy bedspread Stared into his phone screen delight scroll win through his feed to talk with friends or looking at funny video to rid himself of that uneasy feeling of being watched. However, he was doing it wasn't working. he kept looking away towards the open door something's wrong. His heart
was beating in his chest gradually faster. They couldn't be when I was in the house? But what once that noise? his grip on the phone tightened, his jaw cinched shut. Didn't he locked front door. His breathing became shallow us every muscle, constricted waiting for something to grab him. He I knew that something was after him. He quickly reached over for an orange bottle and twisted off its capital, taking a little white pill from it and washing it down. He completed the next step of the routine that made him feel better for a moment. Certainly no one was there. It was just another, trick of the mind with his fill of phone, he got banned after scanning. The ground picked up a pair of boxers and make sure it for the next part of the routine.
he opened, the nice stand and retrieved a portable speak. He was off for a hot shower, unnecessary step to common his frame. Nerves before leaving. He took a precursory peak under the bed and a quick glance through the closet. No one. There, Shutting the blinds inflicting the light. He closed the door behind, leaving the bedroom empty. Now, It was my cue, the slithered out from my hiding place among the trees behind the apartment, the two story, brown brick structure, had at least thirty windows on it's backside. They were all identical with their blinds drawn, but I knew which one belong to my mom locked as expected never a problem, I write
the taliban around the window, searching for any gaps somewhere that the frame, maybe after finding a small catch, I checked for wondering eyes. Puff takes time once I get going, emits harder coming out and an outsider attention would only make things messier. And I desire at least inside the apartment. The occupant would be predisposed outside everything, looked clear. With a quick thrust, I crammed my finger into the paper pushing with all my weight against my on the head,
slowly followed him into the room. On the other side, bones were rubber and muscle became gelatinous. As I worked up to the first elder, the hung on the other side like an old stocking, I kept pushing not stopping until I was up to the second hope. Finally, enough was for me to start my work flexing fingers to get the I corps feeling returned to my arm. First, the blind The stream was easy to reach. A quick pool gave me a view into the bedroom. Next, the latch reaching around to the top of the little. My entrance was unlocked.
With all the preliminary work done, I pulled away from the frame once completely out the window glided open with the light of starch. Before entering I slipped off my chest, an old gray, hoodie from past acquaintance and tossed it aside
then I climbed through the window, the unlocked the sound of hip, hop and running water echoed from nearby while I surveyed the room. It was minimally furnished a scratched up. Three drawer dresser stood opposite of mismatched nightstand and a well worn mattress with deep impressions in a messy heap on the floor were several sheets and piles of half full. The laundry beside the nightstand was an open, backpack, spilled over with books and other electronics, the closet doors, yawned open, revealing a row of hanging shirts and a hamper full of dirty clothes. Given the limited options, the best bet for hiding was under the bed classic lucky. For me, he had splurge on a bed frame, meaning I wouldn't have to do the window routine if it all away. before crawling under.
Also they got the better of me. I looked inside the nightstand, where I found a leather wallet, benjamin Fleiss shame he was only twenty one, so young ben finished up in the shower, so I crawled as a return. I could feel his new sense of calm, a steady heartbeat. He had today his dirty clothes, which he tossed towards the hamper missing the shot he yawned and approached the bed. His ankles were mere inches away. It would have been easy for me to just grab him right, craig m under and entangle him in my limb, smothering his face with one open palm, but in my pursuit at a time must be patient. After all, it's much
easier when they're asleep There was a sudden catching sprats, benz all their at the side of the bed. For a second, too long, something was bothering him. he walked around the bend over to the window. Blinds fluttered has put them down wasn't meant to leave them open Ben was growing unsettled. He checked the closet again, despite how small it was. He spent several minutes looking in every nook and cranny to convince himself. No one was there. It was not enough to satisfy him, though He turned and walked out of the bedroom to check around the apartment for intruders, even from my hiding spot, I could have assured him. The two of us were the only ones and the house that night, it's my
sixth sense that same sense can tell me the neighbors were out or sleeping than the individual. Three doors down was having a restless night and that the one across the street was up doing schoolwork Ben back, then not finding anything else to roughly his feathers for good measure. He locked the bedroom door before humming that lucky he skipped checking and me. I knew better wasn't going to sleep just yet. He continued his nightly ritual by reaching twas backpack, I'm freezing out a set of headphones on. My laptop, then typed away busy with homework all games It's rather annoyed when they make me wait like that, and they certainly don't do a service to themselves
I knew you were uneasy ben, but sleep visas, so many problems, if you just let your mind and heart rest you'll find The troubles now away. With this little distraction, I couldn't resist taking a peek Please you around. I orient myself towards the foot of the bed slow stretching my neck and over the ban was laying down resting his head dickens stock of bellows, hush blue light, shone onto a pen fix, swept speckly his brow, I could tell he had come down from the little couldn conundrum. All vitals were at a steady pace. His eyelids were heavy and his head sunk level one
It was now time for bed, then yard and shut his laptop. I quickly slipped back onto the bed. The laptop was deposited on the floor. The headphones put into the nightstand he rolled in turn springs squeaking with each shift, as he tried to find a comfortable position. The tossing and turning became more sporadic with time and soon he had drifted off. quite we crawling on all seven south from my predatory den. I wrote a light ceiling standing the sleeping, more His breathing was due attention Last summer, I read it my hands above the dreamer, a toothless smile spread across each I struck
the one hand smothered his face. Another found both legs at his waist with string snapping out of the slump, have been desperately thrashed around panic, frantically fighting to break free. It was no use after I had my garage again and the one should be out of each pole. His attempts to scream were choked by the foul bile stopped between my fingers turn to a shade of red as it works it's magic each one that I grasped began to feel soft. Like wet paper. Mache is struggling. We can labour this hot slow. What few movements he made were from muscle spasms out of his control. It would be overs. There is no need to hold so tight anymore and the waist he attempted to raise and our fingers twitched before falling off, like icicle melting of the elbow been back the wrong way before plopping down life. His fight was over. I removed my grip on his leg muscles cleaning into my hand. As I pulled away, though it was
close into resembling strands of mucus. Now the head crushed easily like us, boil a few minutes more and he finished melting into a pace as oatmeal the Those were easily removed from the mess extra care was taken to pluck out all the tooth fillings with a handful of slot by began to shovel added the deed was done. Only remnant of the knights event was pasty me, it left on the mattress, the burnt orange sunset I had no interest in swiping any bend, personable lines. Material objects mean little tasks. The window unlatched and thrown back up, and I flung out fool. tonight's meal. My
in a month slamming back into place. I didn't bother to market again through more care should have been taken on the exit however, much like humans lethargy often sets in after a large meal, but besides and he left evidence would mean nothing to the curious. What would you make out of the three digit handprint, not unlike a large neighbourly origin material, closer to a fungus than any human was right. When I left it straightening up as much as I could it slipped on, the extra limbs were conseil. I wrapping them about the waste. Giving the appearance of a little punch. Arms were pushed through. The city he and misshapen hands were hidden in the front puppet pats. One other problem, my skin naturally have the appearance of old, worn, denham especially in the night light with my head. Tucked
As far as possible, I reached up through the cod and pulled up. No one should awake at this hour, but if they saw me, they might just thing gets a strangely tore out late at night, someone they won't want to bother for lack of interest or out of intimidation. I walked out from behind the apartment block and onto the street, yellow, light shines, weekly on the legally sidewalks and whole pact? Road, not a star tainted the pure. Blacks, It was my favorite time of night for a stroll nice walk after a meal. This was certainly a charming, maybe down the street from apartment block was residential housing. The type with picketed backyard well kept front lawn and whites
a picturesque, never miracle. Now with ninety five fathers are busy mother to children and the family pet. Each building was identical from the outside. Of course, it is the insides my interest and despite the outward appearance, each and every one is special, offering a different treat. I reach to the mines and each house ass I passed among, stem were a few restlessly birds, but the stronger pool. Still I felt it at the corner to stories: shingled roof the loveliest gable window, cracked open to let in It was a house full of dreamers, but on the second floor, Someone was wide, awake
went and bear. No, I knew they were up and about their heart was stumping. Breath short, I can feel about of lies in the stomach.
Could you be doing the stranger? Have you checked under your bed? Did you hear something in the kitchen sleep well tonight there are no intruders not to mind the this was a nice block, but not one. I wish to stay on for much longer. There are still many houses to visit and plenty of those to meet those who not only want to meet me but actively search me out. Those who are not like Ben who are apprehensive of the dark was compelled to check in their closets and under their bed, who feel that the shadows are reaching out to them and that soon out of the darkness, something will see the for those who look for a bogeyman. I am more than happy to meet them halfway.
full by chills. As an audio chuck production. This episode was written by pity layman and read by Jason Simon. The story was if I'd slightly for audio retailing, but you can find the original and full on our website. So what do you think chuck dear prove. We hope you enjoy today's episode, a full body chill presented by jean, don't let your health and wellness routine, be so vanilla, say goodbye. A boring and bland and say hello to exciting flavors and solutions from jean see that you'll actually be excited to take every day whether you're, just started with your work, our goals or you ve, been hitting the Jim for years. Gnp has the perfect solutions. No matter where you are in your routine g
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