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Denizens of the night, welcome to another episode of the macabre; the terrifying.

Broadcasting live from the center of a haunted merry-go-round, I will be your guide through the witching hours!

Tonight, we’ll explore the intersection of grief and horror! What lengths would you go to if you were driven by despair and grief, and what would the consequences be? After a terrible accident resulting in the loss of his brother, our protagonist struggles under the weight of his guilt, and his home life continually deteriorates. Scary enough as is, right? Even without the supernatural. But what if I sprinkle in a mysterious tent at the outskirts of a carnival? And the pitter patter of tiny, wet feet outside your bedroom door? Ahhhh, yes! That’s more like it!

This story is called “Sink a Fish, Make a Wish”, and was written by SirUlrichVonLichten...

Denizens of the night, welcome to another episode of the macabre; the terrifying.

Denizens of the night, welcome to another episode of the macabre; the terrifying.

Broadcasting live from the deepest dark inside your bedroom closet, I will be your guide through the witching hours!

Tonight, we have somewhat of a Tell-Tale Heart situation on our hands! Have you ever seen something so shocking that the image of it feels like it’s BURNED into your brain? When you close your eyes, or have a quiet moment, that thought or image forces its way unbidden into your mind? Tonight’s protagonist has just such a thing happen to them after a traumatic car accident that resulted in the other driver losing his life. It’s not uncommon to project your fears or trauma into the world around you, and sometimes even SEE things from your imagination. But what if…. Those things you see grow MORE tangible, and not less? What if the things you think you see in the dark, could hurt you?

This story is called “Dying People Don’t Smile”, and was written by Sean Marquez Moore...

Denizens of the night, welcome to another episode of the macabre; the terrifying. Broadcasting live from the edge of light around your campfire, I will be your guide through the witching hours!Tonight, we’ll enjoy some more outdoor fun, as we take a jovial and jocular camping trip in the woods with 5 friends. Or is it 6? Oh I can’t remember; let’s not sweat the details! 5 High school chums decide to take a celebratory camping trip after graduation. Ahhh yes, the sweetness of youth on the precipice of adulthood! Their entire future, yawning ahead of them like the mouth of a great beast! Whoops. That metaphor took a dark turn. And speaking of dark turns, a desperation bordering on panic descends upon our group, as suddenly there are SIX people around the fire—was it always 6? No… which one of them doesn’t belong? Which one of them is a wolf in high school graduate’s clothing?This story is called “There's Only Five Of Us On This Camping Trip. We Keep Counting Six”, and was written by Musa Khattak...Check out Musa's substack here, where you can put in your email and get horror stories from Musa in your inbox periodically: https://insomniumtales.substack.com/

Denizens of the night, welcome to another episode of the macabre; the terrifying.

Broadcasting live from a rickety boat floating over a bottomless depth, I will be your guide through the witching hours!

Tonight, we’ll hear the story of a beautiful relationship between a grandfather and grandson, set in an old house built near the shores of a majestic lake. Each year, the pair work on a project throughout the summer, strengthening their bond and affections for one another. They plan a large project—building a dock on the lake. But before they can even begin, tragedy strikes.

This story is called “The lake behind my grandpa’s house is deeper than it should be”, and was written by flyingBEARfish.

Link to the story in print: https://shorturl.at/jqyGO

Denizens of the night, welcome to a special episode of Christmas cheer, and levity.

Broadcasting live from a dim corner of Santa’s Workshop, I will be your guide as you drift off into restful slumber.

Tonight, instead of keeping you awake, I thought it might be nice to completely turn this thing on its head, and read you some sweet classic short stories by a fire! You may have heard these stories before, but if you haven’t, you’re in for a treat! First is the

Usually I like to reappear after the stories for a final word, but tonight you’ll hear no more from me after this. After our stories, we shall hear a few hours of the sound of wind and snow outside the window, as we snuggle deeper under the blankets and sleep soundly. Before I go, I want to thank you for all your support this year—I’ve enjoyed reading your comments, and it’s my pleasure to entertain you. If I’ve managed to make you smile, or better yet leave the hallway light on, just once this year… then it was all worth it.

Enjoy.

Denizens of the night, welcome to another episode of the macabre; the terrifying.

Broadcasting live from behind the curtain of a medium’s tent, I will be your guide through the witching hours!

Tonight, we shall speak with the dead! Or at least, be in the room where it happens. We all know that most of the “psychic mediums” out there are nothing more than skilled cold-readers. Snake oil salesmen whose only real skill is picking up on small details and extrapolating from them. Well, our scene opens on just such a person, whose made a career and a killing on their skills as a cold reader. But their next client may make an honest medium out of them yet… This story is called "I pretend to speak to the dead for a living, this client convinced me it was time for a career change" And was written by K.H. Macfarlane