 Hello everybody, we're starting today's video with a little intro because this video and the videos to come are going to be pretty special. We're starting October! It's lit, guys! It's lit! October is Halloween, so Halloween starts today. And so I'm doing a thing where I'm going to do whatever Punch and Skittles told me was like creepypasta draw Halloween. And I'm also probably going to be watching a crap ton of scary movies in like live streams, so like, say hi! Hi! Yeah, this is my little cousin, no, she's my aunt, I'm sorry. I call her my cousin because she's younger than me, but she's actually my aunt, don't ask. So basically we're just going to be watching a bunch of scary movies, you know, living up this October month. It's good, isn't it? Yeah. We watched it maybe two weeks ago? Oh yeah, dude, that was so good. It was amazing. I should do something with that. So basically what's going to happen is there's going to be Halloween movie live streams, there's going to be draw Halloween. I want to do at least every other day just to really get into the spirit of October because it's not going to be an everyday thing. There's a lot of events that I got to go to but and I also want to bring you guys some content like scary movies. So I hope you guys enjoy the rest of this video and some fun creepypastas that I found on a Wattpad story that I'm going to draw for and I hope you guys enjoy. So yeah. 3 a.m. My cousin recently moved here from India. On a recent road trip exploring America, we were shooting crap and exchanging ghost stories and laughing at the similarities and differences between American ghost stories and Indian ghost stories when I asked her. Had she ever experienced anything supernatural? Her eyes widened as she averted her eyes to the window. Just when the silence was getting too much for me, she softly responded, yes, a few. One was troubling. When I was a second year in college, I had stayed with an all-girl hostel. I made many friends. We were all very happy to be in school away from our conservative parents. The hostel was so much fun, but it was a very old building. Electricity was only put in the rooms. Sometimes candles were placed along the windows if a watchman was present, but normally once you left the room you were faced with complete darkness. It's common to wake up someone if you needed to walk down the restroom at the end of the hall. We all had a childish fear of being alone in the dark. One night I had to use the restroom. It was about 3 a.m. I went to my friend's bed and tapped her on. She immediately opened her eyes as soon as I touched her. I apologized for bothering and told her I needed to pee. She smiled and hopped out of bed. All the way down the hallway she laughed and danced. I could not see her but her bangs clacked together loudly and the bells on her ankles jingled softly. It was very calming. I laughed and suchayed my hips down the hallway with her too tired to match elaborate R movements. She said nothing to me though occasionally she would hum her favorite Bollywood songs. The same thing happened at our return. I fell asleep easily. I woke fairly late the next morning to the sound of men in a room. They surrounded her bed. I bolted from my bed prepared to protect my friend when I realized they were administrators of the college. I peered over closer. My friend's lifeless eyes were fixated on my bed. The same smile on her face. Suicide. Her time was 11.30 p.m. almost four hours before I woke her. The cabin. There was a hunter in the woods who after a long day of hunting was in the middle of an immense forest. It was getting dark and having lost his bearings he decided to head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive foliage. After what seemed like hours he came across a cabin in a small clearing realizing how dark it had grown he decided to see if he could stay here for the night. He approached the door and found it a jar. Nobody was inside. The hunter flopped down on the single bed deciding to explain himself to the owner in the morning. As he looked around the inside of the cabin he was surprised to see the walls adorned by several portraits all painted in incredible detail. Without exception they appeared to be staring down at him. Their features twisted into looks of hatred and malice. Staring back he grew increasingly uncomfortable. Making a concerted effort to ignore the many hateful faces he turned to face the wall and exhausted he fell into a restless sleep. The next morning the hunter awoke. He turned blinking an unexpected sunlight. Looking up he discovered the cabin had no portraits only windows.