Something is standing in the tree line at the edge of my property, and my dog saw it before I did.

Emmett lives alone on forty acres of pine and swamp maple at the end of two miles of gravel road. It starts with a shape between two birch trees at sunrise. Then claw marks four feet up the henhouse wall. Then a footprint twice the length of his boot. Then a deer, opened down the middle and stripped of every scrap of hide — the meat left behind untouched.

Whatever is out there is patient. It circles the house at night. It scrapes the siding. And on the fourth night, it starts whispering against his bedroom wall — not words, not a voice he recognizes, just sound shaped like the idea of talking, practicing.

His brother Gary is an hour and a half away and won't be there until Saturday.

A slow-burn rural creature horror story about isolation, a loyal dog, and something that takes skin but doesn't eat the meat. Narrated for listening in the dark.

⚠️ Contains graphic violence, and character death. Listener discretion advised.

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A broke twenty-six-year-old babysitter starts hearing things through the four-year-old he watches — things nobody could've told her. Then his roommate goes under the house to prove him wrong.

What starts as a late-summer float trip down the Wanasa River turns into a slow-motion descent into something ancient, patient, and wrong. When four friends take to the water to outrun grief, they realize they aren't alone on the river—and that the things watching them from the banks know exactly who they are. Subscribe and leave a rating for more Ear Hole Horror!

Coop has been clearing out dead people's houses for thirteen years. Cat houses, bottle houses, the ones you smell from the curb. He thought he'd seen the floor of it.

Then a county job on Fettering Street. Ninety-one-year-old hoarder, no family, dumpster coming at ten. A braided rug in a filthy kitchen, clean as the day it was made, and a man's boot-track bending around it for forty years.

There's a door under it.

And under that door there's another one.

A story about the work nobody wants to do, the houses nobody wants to enter, and a debt you thought you already paid.

⚠️ Content note: strong language, drug references, death, animal harm (implied, non-graphic), and themes of guilt and addiction. Not for younger listeners.