Something Scary

Sometimes the end of summer isn’t just the changing of seasons. It’s the moment when the world holds its breath, and things buried beneath the ground or lurking in the shadows, begin to stir. When the heat feels heavy enough to crush your bones, you better beware, because some doors open only in the dead heat of summer. First, it won’t ever let go Followed by swamp fever rising Finally in our last story, Not all prayers protect Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Sometimes, evil doesn’t show itself. It hides in quiet places, possessing familiar faces, and whispers when you’re alone. It feeds on fear, doubt, and the things you don’t want to see. But beware of what you ignore, because some evil grows stronger when left unseen. First, She is not my mother Followed by smiles hiding horror, the tale of Annabelle Doll Finally in our last story, the house wants him Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Sometimes, the trip you plan isn’t the one you take.  We’ve all had vacations that turn into nightmares, and you end up in a Hostel with shadows that don’t belong, and voices that lure you into darkness. So before you pack your bags and check-in for a dream vacation, remember: some places don’t want you there.  First, not all guests leave Followed by the Wendigo waits  Finally in our last story, haunted by unseen eyes Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Sometimes, when the campfire dies and the cabins fall quiet, you hear footsteps where no one should be. The creak of a bridge swaying in the dark, whispers drifting through the trees, these are the things that don’t show up on any map. At camp, some nights carry more than silence. They carry secrets you can’t outrun. First, a face in the window Followed by they don’t leave footprints Finally in our last story, Three Bells, no escape Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Sometimes, on those hot summer days, it’s isn’t the heat that gets you, it’s the water. Quiet. Patient. Watching. It remembers the ones who step too close, who linger too long, who forget that ripples are warnings. Sometimes the voice beneath the surface sounds like your own. Sometimes a scar blooms after the river touches you. And sometimes, when it drags you under… it doesn’t let go. First, a scar you can’t escape Followed by summer summons monsters Finally in our last story, echoes from the drowned Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Happy Haunted 4th of July!! // Something Scary | Snarled Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Sometimes things we think are harmless are hiding the darkest traps. Like dolls, meant to be cute, cuddly companions but are more like haunted houses stitched tight with thread, holding restless souls trapped beneath their painted smiles. What looks like innocence can be a wolf hiding in sheep's clothes, and those glassy eyes? They might be watching you, waiting for the day the thread unravels. First, silent eyes are watching Followed by doll makers last stitch  Finally in our last story, rock-a-bye regret Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

The summer solstice is supposed to be a time to celebrate the light, but sometimes, the longest day drags on too long. When the sun won’t set, and the shadows stretch in fantastical ways, that’s when the real darkness creeps in. This isn’t just about light fading, it’s about the horrors that come when the world holds its breath, waiting for the night that never feels quite right. First, sunlight hides the secrets. Followed by Hair. Fire. And Footsteps.  Finally in our last story, trapped beneath. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Sometimes the things we fear most don’t come from shadows or monsters, but from the quiet moments when consciousness slips away and we’re asleep. When a familiar face hides something cruel, or a restless night brings more than sleep. Beware what you invite in, and remember: some doors are better left closed, some memories never meant to be remembered. First, Possession. Betrayal. No escape. Followed by a smile waits in the dark.  Finally in our last story, she brought it back. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

It’s wedding season. The time for white dresses, vows, and dreams of a long happy marriage. But beware: fairy tale weddings can hide deadly secrets. Behind the veil, not every story ends in ‘happy ever after’. Some promises come with curses. Some “I do’s” lead to murder. In this collection, love isn’t always a blessing, it can be a curse waiting to strike. First, the ring chooses love Followed by legacy of terror Finally in our last story, vows, blood and betrayal Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Sometimes, it’s not the stories we’re told that haunt us, but the ones we inherit without question. The prayers whispered in the dark. The trinkets worn without asking why. Belief can be a comfort… until it isn’t. Because when something is passed down for too long, you stop knowing where faith ends and fear begins. First, mirror marks won’t fade Followed by inherited horror Finally in our last story, you’re getting blurry Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Some call it the Witching Hour, that deathly creep time, after midnight, between 3 and 4 a.m. when the world holds its breath. Some say it’s when spiritual energy peaks, a mockery of the holy trinity at 3:33 a.m., making it ripe for unholy rituals and ghostly visitations. So if you wake up suddenly around then... you're not alone. Something might have stirred you. Or someone… First, The Dead Eat Last Followed by its in the walls Finally in our last story, too late to turn back Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

This Mother’s Day, we honor the incredible strength and love of the mothers who shape our lives for the better. Those of us lucky enough to have them, or other nurturing parental figures, are truly blessed. But remember, not all maternal bonds are pure. What you think is love may be something darker, something that lingers long after the last breath. Proceed with caution, for not all mothers are what they appear, some don’t live up to the title, if they’re even living at all. First, when instincts scream Followed by a mother’s wrath Finally in our last story, a child almost taken Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Sometimes, the stories we hear aren’t just tales, they’re warnings. Warnings from the past, from spirits that linger just out of sight, waiting for the curious to wander too close. In honor of Cinco de Mayo, which celebrates Mexico’s victory over the French at Puebla, these dark legends come to life. The line between myth and reality is razor thin. Listen carefully, because once you hear them, they’ll be seared into your memory forever.  First, the screams sound like songs Followed by he comes from the stairs Finally in our last story, guilt has a scent Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Sometimes, the ground beneath you isn't as solid as it seems. It shifts, breathes, and remembers. The forest doesn’t just grow, it watches, whispers, and waits for you. Every step you take awakens something that should’ve stayed buried. There are places where the earth hungers, where the trees are hungry for more than just your fear. And once you've crossed the line, there's no going back. So my spooky listeners, Happy Earth Day, or should I say, beware. First, marked by midnight Followed by it breathes beneath you Finally in our last story, some eyes don’t blink Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices