Trevor Collins

I don't want to hear that at night.

Producer Christian in the background listening to us, go ahead and mark that down another tally in the column of Fredo seeing the future five minutes at a time because you just accidentally teased the first story we're going to talk about today, which is one of my all-time favorites.

Oh!

Oh yeah.

It goes way back to the early internet.

You can consider this, like, Gen 1 creepypasta.

It goes so far back, it's like circa 2009, 2010.

We don't know the original author, so it has taken on the form of literal creepypasta.

Pasta being paste, copy-paste, right?

So it gets shared around the internet quite a bit.

But it does have a certain ingredient to it that you just, uh, that you just hinted at.

Oh.

Shall we dive in?

Yep.

For the consideration of the Task Force Society, I throw a handful of cinnamon into the fire.

This story is called, I Know You're Awake.

I've been lying down for hours now.

It's 5.35 am and there's not much I can do.

You know what the worst part about my situation is?

I'm in the same room with my parents.