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[Maybe do sparse radio things and turn this into a RP heavy blog. Much easier to keep track of...

Halloween was when everyone would dress up like monsters, or movie characters, or even each other, just for the fun of it! They would go door to door asking 'Trick or Treat' so that the person inside would give them candy! Big costume parties would be held. Doesn't that sound like an amazing holiday~!

Apparently it wasn't always about that though. Halloween used to be called All Hallows Eve, where evil spirits were said to be at their most powerful. People dressed up in scary masks and costumes to confuse the spirits, or scare them away, so that they would be safe another day. In time, the holiday evolved and became the previous day I was talking about. So, today I'v compiled a whole bunch of Halloween music, jokes, and even a spooky story (you might not want the kids around) to tell~!

-The sound of some shuffling things, and the shuffle of cloth as Alois pulls a blanket around herself-

"I also find it ironic that today is supposed to be my day for a horror story. And I promise you my audience, that I am not making this up for the sake of my show. I have the original story I was going to read right here, written in front of me."

-The sound of a book tapping a metal desk-

"But I have decided, instead, to tell you of my slight adventure last night. You may be a skeptic if you wish, I am not asking you to believe me. I just know talking about frightening things that you have experienced sometimes makes it not as scary as it seems..

-Alois clears her throat in preparation for her story.-

"As I said, I woke up thinking it was morning, when indeed the night had barely passed. Outside was crisp and cold, with as fresh as the air here in the Mojave could be. I will admit, it was actually quite a beautiful night, and when I looked up I could see stars, and I mean. How many people get to see stars anymore? Only those brave enough to be outside when night rolls around. It was then that I knew it was dangerous and proceeded to head back inside the station. And again, as previously stated, this building is a large one with many rooms I have yet to explore. That I refuse to explore without someone I trust right beside me."

-A deep breath and silence for a few moments-

"My light source is a weak one, only mean to get me from the broadcasting room to the room I'v cleared out to sleep in. And as I made my way back to said room, I kept seeing silhouettes of things that weren't there. Visions in the corners of my eyes, and voices... such soft voices whispering behind doors and in far away corners... just reverberating against the walls to where I was standing... of course, I didn't want to know what the voices... and the sights were. I tried hurrying back to my room, but like in those horrible dreams where you are running... but never get anywhere... that was what was happening to me. I was walking quickly but getting no where. And it wasn't until... and I admit this to be true... until I screamed out for it all to stop. It was like a switch was flicked, and everything was normal again..."

-Silence-

"Just me... standing in place, with my heart hammering in my chest and my body broken down into shivering. I suppose I'm crazy... remaining here. But just know, i'm doing it for all of you folks out there. To bring you stories and songs from our past. And if any of you out there... want to come and find me... and explore my home with me so things can finally be put to rest, I was really appreciate it."

-A slightly longer silence as Alois tries to compose herself.-

"Well, I'm going to go outside, into the sunshine and enjoy it as long as I can as soon as I'm done playing a soothing song for you all. I'm skipping the comedy for today... take care all of you survivors out there."

"And now, let's put those little tykes to bed with an old lullaby by Frederic Chopin in his Berceuse Opus number 57."

Once upon a time, there was a mother brahmin who had three little baby brahmin. They lived in a humble little pasture, but the three little brahmin had grown too big. So their mother said to them, "You are all too big to live here any longer. You must go out on your own and build houses for yourselves. But remember, take care that the deathclaw does not catch you. For you know what will happen if he does." And the three little brahmin were sent off to fend for themselves. "We will take care that the deathclaw does not catch us," they said.

Soon they met a man who was carrying some straw. "Please will you give me some straw?" asked the first little brahmin. "I want to build a house for myself." "Sure," said the man, and he gave the first little brahmin some straw. The first little brahmin built himself a house out of the straw the man had given him, and he was so pleased with his house that he said, "Now the deathclaw won't catch me and eat me!"

The second little brahmin and the third little brahmin went on along the road. Soon they met a man who was carrying some sticks. "Please will you give me some sticks?" asked the second little brahmin. "I want to build a house for myself." "Sure," said the man, and he gave the second little brahmin some sticks. Then the second little brahmin built herself a house of sticks with the sticks the man had given her. It was stronger than the house of straw. The second little brahmin was so pleased with her house that she said, "Now the deathclaw won't catch me and eat me!"

The third little brahmin walked along the road by himself. And soon he met a man carrying some bricks. "Please will you give me some bricks?" asked the third little brahmin. "I want to build a house for myself." "Sure," said the man, and he gave the third little brahmin some bricks. Then the third little brahmin built himself a house of bricks with the bricks the man had given him. It took him a long time to build it, and it was a very strong house. The third little brahmin was so pleased with his house that he said, "Now the deathclaw won't catch me and eat me!"

The next day, the deathclaw came down along the road. He approched the house of straw that the first little brahmin had built. When the first little brahmin saw the deathclaw coming, he ran inside his house and shut the door tight. But still the deathclaw knocked on the door and said,

"Little brahmin, little brahmin. Let me in!" And the little brahmin promptly replied. “Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!" 

"Then I'll huff and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down!" said the deathclaw. And he huffed and he puffed, and he blew the straw house down! And the deathclaw ate up the first little brahmin.

The next day, the deathclaw walked further along the road. He came to the house of sticks that the second little brahmin had built. When the second little brahmin saw the deathclaw coming, she ran inside her house and shut the door tight. But again the deathclaw knocked on the door and said,

"Little brahmin, little brahmin. Let me in!" And the little brahmin promptly replied. “Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!”

"Then I'll huff and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down!" said the deathclaw. And he huffed and he puffed, and he blew the stick house down! And the deathclaw ate up the second little brahmin.

The next day, the deathclaw walked even further along the road and finally he came to the house of bricks that the third little brahmin had built. When the third little brahmin saw the deathclaw coming, he ran inside his house and shut the door tight. But again, the deathclaw knocked on the door and said,

"Little brahmin, little brahmin. Let me in!" And the third little brahmin promptly replied. “Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!"

"Then I'll huff and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down!" said the deathclaw. And he huffed and he puffed, but the house of bricks did not fall down. 

The deathclaw was very angry, indeed. And he said to the third little brahmin, "Little brahmin! I am going to eat you up! I am going to climb down your chimney to get you!"