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31:40I've been watching what I ate. You look terrible. I groaned as my hands rubbed the side of my face. Deep purple eye bags started to push through the skin of my face. I know, I know. I haven't been sleeping lately. Nightmares? I can still feel last week's centipedes. You need to relax, girl. How's wifey? Still not happy with me Maybe she's right We were doing fine before Maybe I should quit Maybe you should I did it Not that night anyway Instead I bought new swimsuits and dragged her into the beach I lay in the sand with her and watched the ebb and flow of ocean waves Sending in new beach chairs who drank Smirnoffs and compared seashell collections She told me about her co-workers who were definitely screwing but constantly denied it for a moment, things felt normal.

32:31We were walking along the shore when a football landed at our feet. I saw one of my students jog up to me. Rare but not necessarily unwelcome occurrence. Sorry about that. When he leaned down to pick it up, he jolted backwards, his face turning a sickening white before he sprinted away. I looked down thinking he saw a crab or bug of sorts, but all I saw was my right ankle. Yeah, maybe don't put identifying birthmarks on extreme Oh, yeah. One night, as usual, I entered the studio, following Howard to the parking lot. I noticed the camera wasn't at its usual height. Instead, it was much lower. We're going to try something new today, he said, before taking a kiwi out of his pocket and unceremoniously dropping it onto the ground.

33:17With an aggressive stomp, he crushed the fruit. Seeds and green flesh splattered on the pavement. Simple enough? Yep, here it goes. Here it goes. We're getting there. I nodded. I could see the appeal for the ASMR, if not fetish purposes. Dave handed me a pair of incredibly uncomfortable Louboutins and positioned me in front of the camera. An intern holding a cardboard box dumped the contents at my feet. Guinea pigs and bear trap.

33:49And I was right, sadly. Normal corn for normal people. What a bear trap, Isaiah. All right, let's get this show on the road. Dave said so incredibly casually. Interns stood crouched at both ends of the set to keep them from escaping. Howard saw the confusion on my face. Just like I showed you, said with a dark smile. I was absolutely stunned. You're kidding, right? I laughed, desperately hoping this was all a big joke. Our clients pay top dollar for premium content. No fucking way, I said, trying to keep my voice from shaking. It's a thousand for each one. I looked at the small creatures, innocently roaming around.

34:27Six thousand. I shook my head and kicked off my shoes. I'm done. You're always welcome back if you change your mind. Just give us a call. Howard handed me another business card, this time with a different number. As I swarmed off, I swore I heard him say, You'll be back. Wren was ecstatic when I told her I quit, even suggesting we go out to celebrate my newfound freedom. Another month of the fall semester passed, and I had almost forgotten about the whole thing. I was cleaning out my purse when Howard's business card fell out. Went to throw it away until I realized I had never read the back. There was a password.

34:59My eyes widened. Quickly, I pulled out my phone, entering the password for True Niche's exclusive tab. Innocent thumbnails and gruesome titles greeted me. Frog Stomp. Roach Crush. Kitten Squish. Each video had at least a four-star rating. I thought I was lucky for quitting when I did. Like she does every month, Ren went to visit her mom in the next town over. I wanted to go with her as I usually did, but my schedule kept me from doing so. To kiss goodbye, she left the house. That afternoon, I checked my emails and saw one from Principal Kane, saying I needed to attend an urgent meeting with her at the end of the day.

35:34My lesson on Fahrenheit 451 passed far too quickly. Good afternoon, Miss Mendez. Greeted Kane. You know Emma's mother? Miss Davis, I assume? Turned to the woman sitting in the gray office chair. Yes, of course. I gave a smile that didn't reach my eyes. We've spoken many times. Sit in the chair next to her and looked back at Cain. What's this about? Can you explain the reading list you gave your students? Screw my life, I thought. Yes, ma 'am. This year, my students have an AP exam in which they write an essay based on a book of their choosing. I gave a list of college-level books for them to choose from.

36:11Can you list some of these books, please? There's 1984, The Handmaiden's Tale, The Picture of Dorian Gray. That one. Interrupted Miss Davis. That's the one my daughter was reading. I looked into it, and it was highly inappropriate. I cleared my throat. Your child is in a college-level class, and therefore she'll be exposed to more mature literature. If you have an issue with a particular book, Emma has plenty more to choose from. Exactly my point. The books you have suggested are pornographic. Like that Lolita one. Clenched my fist as Gane started speaking. What exactly is the issue? The book is literally about pedophilia.

36:51It's absolutely ridiculous. Mrs. Mendez, is that true? I swallowed the lump beginning to form in my throat. There's no way for me to win this. The book follows an adult character who has an inappropriate attraction to children, which the book in no way glamorizes or encourages. I blinked away the tears that threatened to fall. It's on the official reading list for AP literature. Kane sighed. Regardless, you've gotten too many complaints from parents these past few years. especially regarding the GSA club you run. Now, I've defended you in the past, but we've had too many parents share concern about your influence on our students.

37:26I will, unfortunately, have to terminate your contract effective immediately. Please have your room cleared before you leave.

37:37Hey, can you explain why students read these books? Well, yeah, you know, they're famous books that you'd learn in college. I love that the principal, too, is just like, I have no idea what these books are please tell me it's like what why don't you know what these are the principal of a school that has an AP literature course have never heard of Lolita the picture of Dorian Gray Fahrenheit 451 I can't and also people are complaining so you gotta go so we're gonna fire a teacher an AP teacher in the middle of the semester right now it'll be fine it'll be fine the rest of the day was a blur One moment I was in Kane's office and the next I was on my couch crying.

38:19I called Ren hundreds of times, only to be left on voicemail. When I thought the day couldn't get any worse, I got a call from her mother. As soon as I accepted the call, I was met with uncontrollable sobbing. Heart immediately started racing. What's wrong? Where are you? I sobbed, Michelle. Home? Why? What's wrong? Is Ren with you? She's in the hospital. My blood ran cold. I felt my face turn white. What? Get down here as soon as you can! Inside the sterile hospital room, I saw something that looked like my wife, except she never slept on her back. Needles and tubes were shoved throughout her entire body.

38:57Brown skin was abnormally pale, not sun-kissed with gorgeous tan lines. She didn't even smell like herself. Her mom and doctor explained what happened. A hit and run. Not sure when or if she'll wake up. The cost. God, the bills. We had money saved, but it was nowhere near enough to cover the extent of her injuries. For what I put her through, I owed her the best care I could buy. I excused myself to the hallway and rummaged through my purse until I found it. Called the number and was greeted by Howard's voice. I knew you'd be back. 6 ,000 isn't enough, Howard. I'm nothing if not accommodating.

39:35Dave handed me a pair of chunky black combat boots and led me to the man tied up on the ground. Patches of gray hair grew on his otherwise bald head. Liver spots created constellations on his aged face. His clothes had a layer of dirt and rigged of cigarettes. His screaming was muffled by the duct tape covering his mouth. I believe 50 ,000 is more than a suitable offer. 75. His eyes widened. Almost proud look spread across his face. Heel. Now. Just like we discussed. Dave started the camera. I rubbed the front of my boot over the side of the man's face until I reached his temple lifted my right foot and no hesitation dropped it down man grunted with each impact blood spurted onto the asphalt top of my leg I looked down to see shattered pieces of teeth that shot out of his mouth his skull caved in wet cracks that made my stomach turn each stomp my foot got closer to the ground until I finally stepped into a pool of pure flesh and brain matter.

40:41Once the camera turned off, I collapsed. Dry heave and his sweat dripped down the side of my face. I felt Howard approaching me and without even looking at him, I knew he was smiling. I dropped the cash in front of me. Well done. I'm sure Red will be thankful. I took the money and stood up. Nothing left of my humanity, I asked. Same time tomorrow? And that is the end of the story. Because after that, the author has a note that says this is my first real tempted horse please let me know your thoughts and then the story got taken off of no sleep at 144 upvotes for quote victimization victimization you know what it's a fun little it's a fun tale I like the idea of people especially like teachers getting into I guess almost graphic pornography just because they're not paid enough I think it's kind of interesting there's a lot of things I think if you did take a longer crack at the story like i really like the um what i thought was going to happen is so the person sets up that the woman's complaining about like the stories being too graphic or whatever i thought there was going to be more of a tie-in of my son's been watching your videos online or something you know what i mean like something along those lines to have those connect a bit more and i think um i also think just it's like if just i guess for subjective thoughts i think teachers earn so little that i don't know if you have to have ren go into like a horrible mangled hospitalized i do think i do think there needs to be an event either you make it at the beginning that they're about to lose the house or something yeah yeah or the accident You need an event where it's like, I have to have money now because they may not be surviving well, but a Chanel necklace isn't a good enough reason to do the violence.

42:31I'm just saying, I think you got to choose one. I think either you lose the job or you have a hospital thing. Having them both be both back to back. I was like, eh. But, you know, I think like you have to have it. I think like I knew where they were going there. Like you have to have an event that's like that's the catalyst that brings them back in and stuff. but you know i think like if it was expanded upon i do like the idea of like you know having such an innocent job and then basically uh resorting to such a cruel and uh disgusting trade or whatever and having to do that in secrecy there's a lot that you could actually expand that story on which is pretty fun i think it's a good idea um i liked it i thought it was a well-done story um if it went farther let me ask you this real quick if it went farther would that be considered i keep seeing stories like i know that we've touched on this briefly but like splatter like uh what's the genre splatter punk is splatter punk yeah yeah would that be the same thing or is that not or is this just i feel like not this story uh because splatter punk is kind of all about the descriptions of the violence and the gore and stuff like that it's almost like pornographic but it's about you know people exploding or blood or whatever i see um i feel like the actual videos would probably be considered splatter punk adjacent um so splatter punk is like it would it would like really go into depth and detail about how like guinea pigs being squished and stuff yeah and like the organs and the grossness and the squelching and things i feel like that'd be more attached to it where like the visuals that are being described are more so this is just kind of like a kind of kind of gory at least at the end you know horror story i'd say um but i like the direction i like the idea of like this person getting desperate and getting drawn into this bad world i like the quick mention of the kid seeing the birthmark that she wasn't afraid of in the beginning but should have been i feel like i agree with you hunter that if you're gonna take it there then maybe she gets fired because someone identified the birthmark to kind of yeah that would be kind of fun and then she she loses her credibility there's a lot you could do too with like the interpersonal because that would also be a reason because i feel like the like sure there's dumb principles but her getting fired is a little too like extreme but if she was found to be on these websites that would be a reason they'd fire a teacher right away yeah yeah yeah versus just being like oh your ap stuff is what you're you've upset the parents your 17 year old students know what lolita is fired immediately i think that but these are these are really nitpicks only because the author asked for feedback i thought it was a great story and i really would like to see the author uh do more that was very well done enjoyed that i thought it was also going to go to a thing where she goes back she gets tipped too much with the like vanity and the kind of like the wealth to where ren would leave her and then she gets distracted at work so then they like bring her in and she has to like you know she like is masked or something and then like she stomps on her kills and then it's like basically does something horrible in pursuit of this to her partner or whatever.

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48:04Thanks, guys. Back to the episode. The next one we have lined up here is the smell in the boys' restroom is getting worse. Boy, does it get worse. This is by a username named FlushFries. FlushFries post a lot in Creepcast and Tells from the Creeps and stuff. Again, active member of the community. Someone kill me. But they have it tagged as supernatural. So, Hunter, are you ready for some supernatural scares? Let's do it. I'm ready to smell in the boys' room. I'm sure you are. The smell in the boys' restroom is getting worse. The smell had gotten worse somehow. When we first walked into the eighth grade boys restroom, it was only a mild stitch.

48:45One that you and your buddy acknowledge and then move on. Within 15 minutes, it had gone from mild to unbearable. Can I just give a quick story real quick? Cause this is just, this literally happened to me in eighth grade too. We walked into the restroom one time. Cause like, in schools, there's usually like bigger restrooms and there's like some that have those smaller ones. You know, we went to the smaller one uh next to like our science classes and stuff and we walked in and someone was obviously just like decimating the land i mean it was so bad you say that like it's westward expansion it was it was they were salting the natural supplies they were salting the earth basically it was horrible but you're waiting in line you're doing whatever and this kid walks in he does oh my oh he like does the dracula cover with his arm you know he does oh my god what is going on i don't know who the person in the bathroom was i didn't stay there long enough to see who came out but you just saw his shoes and like while he was talking his shoes like shuffling he was just like leave me alone it was like this smells like carrots in here behind the stall you just heard the guy the kid do i hate carrots and that became I hate carrots just like the most putrid shit smell ever I hate carrots so that that give me a thing where yeah we'd be at lunch we'd be like I hate carrots funny story I hate carrots when I think of the bathroom for this story I think of the one I told the story in previously when we played Bloody Mary and they just beat me with a bag full of basketballs

50:31you remember that story right just beat me with a bag full of first off the bag must have been so comically large against your tiny body oh it was it was bigger than i was oh yeah i can only imagine guys please there was another time i was in that bathroom and there was a younger I was like seventh grade, I think. And there was a kid in the sixth grade or whatever who thought I had made fun of him, which I don't even remember the context. I don't think I had or anything, but he just decided he was going to fight me one day. And I don't know. Well, he was just like a mad kid who was always like breaking stuff or whatever.

51:16So he was just like, this guy pissed me off. So he's going to fucking pisses me off. Yeah. So he's just going to come like fight me while I'm in the bathroom or the locker room. And someone had kind of mentioned it to me earlier that day, but I didn't think anything of it. And then I was in the locker room. I was in the locker room before basketball practice and I was changing in there and I was standing up and the kid walked in and like three other kids walked in behind him. And I looked up at him and I acknowledged he was there. And then I looked down at my shoes and then I hear some movement.

51:51and then all of a sudden I'm thrown directly into the lockers. And what had happened is as soon as I looked away, he ran at me and double legs in the air, like did a flying kick. He scissor kicked me straight into the locker doors. And I didn't get hurt that bad because he mostly pushed me into the lockers, but he landed like his back directly on the bench in the middle of the room. so he kicks me I fall over and he's like he kisses he hurt his back if you can please try to reenact the sound you made when you got hit because I have a sound in my mind that you made but I need to see if it matches

52:46it's probably like

52:52did you get that I think I think discord is I can't hear it I don't know if you can hear me but I just imagine it was I can't I'm gonna have to wait till this fucking episode is edited to fucking hear the stupid sound I need to hear it so bad I'm gonna send you a voice memo yeah give me a voice memo this is such a stupid way to do this

53:34have fun with that I just sent it to you

53:47that's fair that's getting just completely unexpected yeah yeah from yeah out of fucking left field but it didn't hurt me that bad but he got hurt so he stands up and he's like crying and he runs out and gets the coach or whatever and says that I beat him up uh really yeah well i came out and i'm like he just kicked he just kicked me i don't know what happened yeah you have two dark martin prints on your chest yeah i'm like yeah here's my arm i got kicked in the arm um and i don't even think he got in trouble or anything i think the coach was just like hey cut that out like whatever stop that

54:30but anyway that's the locker room i'm imagining for this story anyway let's just start from the top we were three yeah we've ruined we've ruined and he walked into this story immediately fucked that up oh the smell had gotten worse somehow when we first walked into the eighth grade boys restroom it was only a mild stench one that you and your buddy acknowledged and then move on within 15 minutes it had gone from mild to unbearable my friend percy gagged when we walked past the floor drain that was fuming with the smell being janitors we're used to all sorts of horrible sights and smells. Shit filled, backed up toilets, used tampons stuck to the inside of a backless garbage can, ripped open garbage bags filled with half-eaten lunches now crawling with maggots, you name it.

55:15This was worse somehow. It was somewhere between rotten eggs and burning hair, but it had some other kind of quality to it, like sweat. It smelled alive. Percy and I sprayed air fresheners best we could, but it kept crawling back out of the drain pipe on the floor and expanded in the air. We might ought to call the gas people. It couldn't be a leak. I agreed and we put the out of order sign on the door and locked it. When the gas line inspector showed up, we took him to the restroom. But when we opened the door, the smell hit us. It was like being hit on the bridge at the nose with a baseball bat.

55:54Percy gagged, the gas inspector shot backwards, and I said something that was a fireable offense. It had built up in there, and now we could taste it. The gas man put a mask on and went in. A minute later, he returned and took off his mask with a deep gasp and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Well, there's no gas leak and nothing toxic was found. Maybe an animal got stuck in the pipes and died. I don't know. Open some windows and hope for the best, but for the love of God do not let anyone in here whatever you do for the love of God keep them out you don't have to worry about that I bet one of these middle schoolers did something they're always doing something stupid Percy laughed and said I remember in 8th grade I tried to bring my hamster to school so I put him in a jar but forgot to poke some air holes and you know he died the gas man said I don't see how that's funny I didn't say it was awkward conversation okay I'm gonna go see you later that beat for beat read like you talking to Nick that's true that is true just him being like I remember I accidentally suffocated a hamster to death how is that funny I didn't say it was funny after Percy and I got our own masks and goggles on we ventured back in and tried opening the windows The old piece of shit painted shut windows wouldn't give.

57:25It was a balancing act between being forceful and not breaking the old window. School hadn't been renovated since the 90s, and most of it was in bad shape. Cracked paint gave way to cinderblock exposed walls, dead roaches around every corner, history books that stopped just after 9-11. The list goes on. I don't know what else anyone would expect. The town the high school was in only had about 3 ,000 residents, most of which were elderly. The strap on Percy's cheap face mask snapped and he started gagging. I told him to tie it, but his eyes filled with tears as he gasped for air. He started shaking so violently I thought he was going to break.

58:03Air started squeezing through his throat as he tried to breathe. His face turned red and the tears mixed with the snot and the foamy thick saliva that slid out of his gasping mouth. I had to drag him back out of the restroom and slam the door back before the smell got out, but it was too late. A couple of teachers, Coach Tompkins and an older student, ran up and helped me pull Percy to the stairs so he could sit up. Coach tried to ask what the hell was going on, but he dry heaved, spit, and walked outside towards the cafeteria. Student got Percy some water and one teacher ran to get the nurse.

58:35What's going on in the boys room? The remaining teacher asked. I don't know. Something dead, I think, but it can't be. It smells beyond worse than death. I looked over to Percy, who was calmer but still suffering. student asked the teacher you think it's some biological weapon like the communist had teacher shook his head and said what no

59:00it's rare in these stories that people play comedic beats that don't kill the tension that was a good one yeah that was great just some stupid kid what no the communist it's 2025 what the fuck are you talking about I don't even think you've ever met a cognizant Sorry I just saw Red Dawn So I'm just Are we gonna get a shoot him yet? Go home School's over What are you doing here? Percy started blowing his nose into his shirt And once he was out of snot He kept rubbing and rubbing and picking and blowing Until blood started coming out I can still smell it Fuck me I can still smell it I don't smell anything out here Me either Fuck you You didn't smell it as long as I did None of you did The principal, who I didn't even notice, walked up and told Percy firmly to go home until he felt better, which he did.

59:51That night, at about 3 a.m., my apartment vibrated for three minutes. By the time I was awake enough to make decisions, it was over. Next morning, I asked my downstairs neighbor about it, and he said it was an earthquake. Earthquake? It's happened in California, or desert. It don't happen here. I thought the last one was over 100 years ago, but I was wrong. There had been one that night and the night before, but that one was one of those that was only technically an earthquake, the kind you don't feel. That morning the smell was now coming from the drain in the girls' restroom as well as the boys'.

1:00:27I was unfortunate to catch a whiff. It smelled angry, like if burning curdled toe cheese was oozing with hatred. Good God. Halfway through the day the power went out, so school was let out early for the weekend. That Monday was a holiday, which meant a whole extra day for the smell to build up more. Percy hadn't shown up for work, and after I left I tried calling him. After the third unanswered call, I drove to his trailer. The door was broken off the hinges, and every window slid open. And if they didn't slide, they were broken. This cat's litter box had been thrown out in the front yard. Poked my head in the door.

1:01:04Hey, hey, Percy, it's Lenny, are you alright? A scent of citrus hit me first, followed by mint and fresh pine. It was so strong it was more of a chemical smell than anything. Inside, hanging from everywhere and covering every surface was car air freshener trees and the peel-top cans. All the fans were on Max. I made my way to the back bedroom where I could hear moaning. Saw what I thought was a towel, but it was his cat. It laid there with a zip tie pulled tight around its neck. Tongue and eyes were swollen, sticking out at nothing. Jesus. I just garrotted his cat, my word. Percy shrieked from the bedroom.

1:01:43Who is it? What? What do you want? I got to his bedroom doorframe and looked in. He was lying on his bed covered in splotches of blood that ran from where his nose used to be, down his mouth and on his hands. He kept scratching and picking at it. Part of his upper lip was gone, just teeth and bloody gums shined back at me. It sounded like when you pick your fingernails, but it was deeper and wetter as he dug deeper into his nasal cavity. Meat and skin were under his broken fingernails. Tears ran down his face. the smell won't go away it won't go away why why won't anyone help me what the fuck did you do cried so hard he started to hiccup I don't know it smells so bad I really like off the title I thought this would be kind of a more goofy you know whatever but I really like the direction this is taking yeah it's a lot of fun natural smell to get into it it's cool this is probably like a very I don't know if this is cringe to say or whatever, but it's reading almost like a fucking Junji Ito manga.

1:02:51Like I'm picturing that artwork. It has like a very Japanese cadence to the way that it's almost like a folk tale or something, you know, like it has that appeal or it has that like feel to me. It feels very similar to the, the spiral obsession and Uzumaki. Yeah. Like his at the beginning, the girl, I forget her name, but the girl's mom or the guy's mom, after her husband dies starts to become obsessed with spirals so she eventually digs out her cochlea because she thinks there's a spiral in her head it's very reminiscent of that it's reminded me of the of the grease story like the obsession of grease and the kid who oh yeah is rubbing grease all over his face and he's like popping his pimples and it's giving me that feel that end panel where all the best pimples on the face fombs and they're all so bad oh man after the ambulance took him away I went home and got drunk while I watched cartoons I thought of is this guy you?

1:03:50no no I thought about it all smell, Percy, the earthquakes nothing seemed normal about any of it this is incredibly Junji Ito now that you mention it like between the earthquakes like the natural earth happened it's like an evil unearthed you know what I mean it has that yeah yeah it's it's some ancient thing that we're because most of you know stories are about like an event right that's like a symptom of some greater evil or entity that you don't really get an explanation on it feels like that yeah i woke up in a cold sweat later that afternoon after a shitty couch nap something possibly the 10 cans of 16 ounce pavs blue ribbon i drank was telling me that the earthquakes and the smell at the school were connected The doors to the school would be locked, but I had a key.

1:04:40The lights were still out on that side of town, but I had an LED lantern. Got my heavy-duty face mask, gloves, goggles, and boots. I stopped by a hardware store and grabbed one of those plastic suits with a hood you use for painting and a roll of duct tape. My homemade hazmat suit was ready to go. I never liked the dark hallways of an empty school. Most places, when they're empty, still have use. Being the only customer in a store is fine. The only person at a gas station is fine. But an empty dark school is like a corpse. No function, just stillness. My footsteps echoed as I made my way through the halls towards the 8th grade side.

1:05:16Other than my breathing, I could hear the soft, prickly little scurries of roaches as they fled from the light of my lantern. Why were there so many of them? Even through my mask, I could tell the smell was worse and had filled the hallways. I couldn't imagine how bad it would have been if I opened the door to the bathroom. The floors creaked and felt more slanted than usual. A flashlight beam shone across the corner in front of me, and I couldn't turn my lantern off in time before the flashlight blinded me. The muffled voice of Coach Tompkins called out. Who's there? He sounded like he wanted to shoot me.

1:05:49It's Lenny the Janitor. He walked up to me. He had an army surplus gas mask on. Continued our conversation in the back alley behind the school, maskless. What are you doing here? I asked. Could ask you the same thing, prawing around. I heard about your buddy. Real fucked up. Yeah, no shit. I think whatever's in the bathroom's got something to do with it. Same here. He looked off and then back. You hear about the winner's girl? No, what happened? He sighed and rubbed his head over his mask. She had been in the girl's restroom this morning and she got sick in my class and threw up. But as the power went out, I'm telling you, I'm usually not one to believe in haunted devils and shit, but something didn't feel right about the whole thing.

1:06:35Plus, she threw up on the keyboard of one of the computers, and those are a bitch to clean. You heard about the earthquakes, didn't you? Sure did. I felt it. I bet I was the only one that knew what was happening last night. He looked off and sniffed. In the restroom, it smelled almost as bad as the first day, only with the mask on. We pried the drain cover off the floor and shone a light down. There was nothing. Not as in, nothing in the pipe. There was no pipe. There was nothing. A massive, cavernous space was below us. Coach trembled and he lost his grip on the little flashlight and slipped into the drain hole.

1:07:10We watched, mouths agape, as it tumbled and twisted silently until it was a pinpoint of light in what might as well have been a sky of darkness. In the hallway, Coach and I just stared at each other and back at the door of the boys restroom. We gotta call the cops. The fuck's the cops gonna do? We gotta call the army or something. The National Guard. Scientist? Anybody. Stood there for a minute before turning back to him. Does the automotive class still have the really long spool of metal wire? I know like oh he's attaching a camera. Okay. I was about to think they were going down there and I'm like okay.

1:07:45But the camera makes sense. Yeah. Upstairs, in Coach Tompkins' stim room, he attached a 360-degree GoPro camera to a selfie stick while I rolled the barrel of wire from the vocation building to the hallway in front of the restroom. We tied the guitar-stringed-thin wire to the end of the stick along with another small flashlight on the camera and triple duct-taped everything solid. How much wire do you think we have? I'd say about eight miles or more. We hit record on the camera, turned the flashlight on, and we slowly fished it down into the abyss. I don't know how much time went by, but we still had not reached the bottom.

1:08:20The wire started giving off that tapping sound that travels from one end to the other, like the slinky sound. Before I could tell Coach that's where they got the blaster sounds in Star Wars from, it started really moving as if we caught a live one. We didn't like the sound of that, so we pulled the camera back up much quicker than we had let it down. It was still several minutes before it came back to us. Coach put on a rubber glove as I handed him the stick with the camera. We stopped recording and went to the tiny playback menu. We watched ourselves as we lowered the camera in, and we eventually, along with the drain opening, disappeared into the distance.

1:08:55The flashlight didn't even illuminate anything. Whatever cavern or cave that opened up beneath the bathroom was huge, possibly under the entire school property. We didn't think about that and sped through the solid black footage. We hit regular speed again, and we heard what we thought was water, then maybe it was humming we weren't sure then we saw them i thought they were grubs the way they convulsed and how many there were then i saw the hair and the shoulders and the arms and the hands brown and green bones yellow mud-like skin that fell and shifted as they all shuffled around over each other all moving all moaning most crying some welled and looked more human than the others and some were only moving rot.

1:09:44They saw us. They turned and all stared at the light. They all reached for it as if it would save them. Their glistening eyes were the worst part. The wailing gave way to shouting, begging. One grabbed the camera and pulled it close. That's when the camera was pulled from his hands as they disappeared back into the darkness, still calling out. I could make out words, but I chose not to hear them. I was frozen. Coach Tompkins was not. We gotta get the fuck out of here. We gotta get the fuck out of here. He started panicking, but was just walking in circles. Oh my god, I can't breathe in this fucking mask.

1:10:21He threw it off. Let's just go, man. Let's just go. How can we do anything? How can - He went into a coughing fit with spit stringing down his mouth. I'd either ignored it or didn't notice it before, but now I couldn't. The building started shaking again, much more than the previous earthquake. I heard them down there. He sobbed and grabbed me, but I shoved him off. What do we do, Lenny? We get the fuck out of here now! I turned and went towards the direction of the back door before I heard the massive rumble and crashes. I turned and through the door labeled boys, I saw the restroom fall in on itself and down into nothing.

1:10:56Coach Tompkins started running. Oh God! He slipped and fell into the growing hole. He sounded like an animal as he screamed. I ran to the back door of the school, past my car, and down the street. I was deaf from my heartbeat, and I ripped my mask and goggles off and tried to catch my breath on my hands and knees in the street. I turned and saw the entrance of the school fall in along with the middle part of it. My car was fine. I passed out as I heard sirens and car alarms. In the emergency room, I watched on the local news how the rare earthquakes exposed to sink coal under the school building, where they suspected the sink coal had been forming for years.

1:11:32They also mourned the loss of their baseball coach and STEM teacher, Coach Tompkins. Percy was dead now, but they didn't mention him. He clawed too deep into his nose and reached his brain. The nurse came in and asked how I was doing. I frowned and shrugged. I'm fine. No, don't frown, mister. My daddy always used to call me Poor Old Lazarus when I would pout. What? Why? Well, he was Orthodox, you see. Christian, not Jew. he said that after the good lord brought his Lazarus back from Hades he never smiled again because of all the souls he saw that weren't saved

1:12:08what? I'd be like hey could you get the fuck out of my room you creepy bitch holy hell that's cool can you never come back into this room again 76 year old woman I can imagine that's like a very very old woman like cool

1:12:28I never heard of that but I didn't say so then I asked her why are you wearing that face mask well ever since that sinkhole formed the town's had this weird bad smell going around it's not too bad right now though yet that's the end of the story I really like that story what a fun one that was a lot of fun I kind of thought that was the same thing it kind of had like a quirky fucking voice it had like kind of a funny start I really want to see that story like into like a fucking manga or like a comic or something that like I really that it gave me just all the visuals and stuff my mind was just transported those black and white images I just think that's so fun I think the final line from the nurse is kind of implying that might have been hell you know yeah I think it's supposed to be hell rising up yeah and the souls down there that were begging for the light and stuff like that um i think that's the idea which stuff yeah yeah and i think that i think that's a cool idea um like all the souls down there and like hell hell isn't fire and brimstone it's more rot and decay you know uh and i think it's i at first i was gonna say i don't like the idea of kind of explaining it but it doesn't really explain it it's just like an old lady saying something and maybe you could apply it so i think it's fine enough um i thought that was great i love the idea of percy digging into his own face i love that it's like a cavern under the school and i love that there's these like um kind of troglodyte people down there in it or whatever um that was a ton of fun i really like that really that's fun uh you know approach to just like the fucking an earthquake open something or like a fissure or something it's gets released through a natural disaster and it like is unlike is the uh basically the unlocking or awakening of something is pretty fun i also really like just the little details that added so much to it like going to percy's trailer and it's full of all the air fresheners and the dead cat and then i like him building the homemade hazmat suit to go there in the description of the gopro and the wire and all that all these little details that make the world feel very full and thought out and stuff that was a great story i enjoyed that a lot also like the little stuff like at the beginning where it's like oh the school has a lot of roaches because it's old but then near the end it's like man there's a lot of them like they've been kind of brewing from the rot that's been under the school a long time yeah yeah the all in all that was awesome uh flesh fries great job i really enjoyed that does flesh fries have more stories also two uh two fun like just disgusting ones i hope golden house is also kind of disgusting a little bit too of them honestly uh that may have been why harry put them together knowing harry oh sure um i'm not seeing they post on reddit a lot i'm not seeing another tales from the creeps one but um flush drives write more stuff both of the authors we've covered so far write more stuff yeah well do you want do you want to end on the golden house do we have one more story we're going to do today this is from purchase number 9564 um and i'm trying to see they post they post in a lot of different horror spaces they've post to the cryptic compendium and the midnight archives and stay awake so they're posting a lot of this stuff across different reddits and one of them is uh tales from the creeps and it looks like they have a few stories in Tales from the Creeps.

1:16:01They at least have this one and another one called Complex Hollow Space. But this one we're reading is called Golden House and it's tagged as Cosmic Horror Lovecraftian. Witch Hunter, that's all your buzzwords. Get it inside me. Let me devour. Let me cherish. Let me feast. Those are all fine words to say, I guess. That was kind of socially acceptable. So with that, Hunter, are you ready to end today's episode with the golden house? Oh, I'm ready. Let us begin. I remember years ago when they took everyone's earrings, all the rings, everything golden. I remember the mold of the mass they had beat out, ugly and asymmetrical.

1:16:47A wide, malformed, serene smile below two wide, misshapen golden eyes. The wireframe halo with names lovingly. carefully etched out into each of the twelve rays that blossom from the head like a flower. I remember the frail, brown corpse of the vessel. The old woman who would feed me juice while she cradled me in her skinny, bony arms. The old crone even my dad was afraid of. I remember standing in line with the other kids as our parents ooed and aahed at us, taking photos as we all held the fifteen-foot-long wooden prod in our tiny hands, as though presenting it to the camera, the boys trying to lift it higher than the girls.

1:17:26We couldn't have been older than 11 then. Nine years passed so quickly. I can't feel anything but fevered heat as I'm carried outside of the small ceremonial barn into the field, run off from the flood that buried our homes decades earlier. A few young trees provided momentary, staccato shade as we pass under them. My mind faintly recognized that that means it's midday, holy hour. My brother suggests the grip on the stretcher right before I hear pastor murmur a quiet order the procession stops we've arrived so our narrator is on the stretcher then right like he's being carried I think yeah as they set me down and delicately weave ropes around my shoulders and chest my brother little Ollie catches my stare and quickly looks away his blonde hair hiding his eyes as he helps pastor take the long, heavy prod out of its sewn bag, carried by the choir kids.

1:18:25I hear the heavy, echoing sound of wood as they pull away the heavy wooden circle at the bar's entry to the golden house. My girl. My father whispers to me, fervent tears in his eyes as his lips brush my forehead. Dev guard down here waiting for you. Gently shakes my shoulder. You're so lucky, my baby girl. I can't move. I can't feel anything except the heat that is slowly eating into my skin. I stare unabashedly up at the sun. They lower me down the square brick hole, crowned framed by packed, muddy peat and earth. They gave me a glass of pale lemonade earlier. I knew what was in it when I drank it.

1:19:05I'm staring at the cup, with the condensation running down the scaled glass, watching small, twisting floaters dance in a slow circle near the top as the ice melted in the summer heat. I'm lowered, motionless, down the chimney. My head lolls back, scraping against the ancient brick. I can't turn my head away, so I watch the faces of the men, my old neighbors, watching my descent. One looks away, the other, my old teacher, smiles encouragingly at me. Behind them, I see the sun is split into two smaller orbs. The ropes dig into the old brick at the top, flicking tiny stone fragments to dust my face, tapping lightly on my lips.

1:19:46Cheeks. One small fragment falls in my eye and lays there. Stuck to my eye. Moving with my pupils, I try to focus on it. Cheek twitches, but the best I can do is make a low moaning noise in my throat. Ropes dig into me too. I can't feel pain. Makes this much easier. This is an interesting perspective, like a child being offered, you know? Mm-hmm. Undergoing some ritual. It's also very beautifully written so far. Yeah. Yeah, very well written. my feet finally touch the bottom of the fireplace sliding out from under me as I come to a rest at the bottom the ropes go slack then drop slapping my back top of my head there's a moment in the pale sunlight that I know my father is leaning over the hole up there taking one last look at the top of his daughter's head and I hear shuffling metal scraping far above me and I know they're letting the prod down.

1:20:42I can't see it. My forehead now rests heavily against the blackened brick, my upper half still inside the chimney, while my waist and legs rest just out of the fireplace. Despite the ropes and all coursing through me, my heartbeat quickens, and I feel a steadily rising, drowning sense of panic taking hold of my limp body as I feel the metal prongs of the prod align with my shoulders, slowly pushing my body down and out of the chimney itself, the rest of the way out to the tall mouth of the fireplace. Mize adjust, staring into the blackness. The dim, sallow light from the chimney does very little to illuminate the ancient room I'm in.

1:21:20I can just barely make out the filmy surface of a mirror glinting at me in the corner, stained with a decade of dirt and dust, rotted colonial furniture scattered around the room, dried runnels of mud seeping from cracks in the walls. I feel coarse wooden floorboards under me. damp and decayed, fly bumps against my forehead near my eye. There's a long silence. I'm unable to lift my head up to gaze up the chimney at the world above, the one with my family and friends in it, and stare at the darkness around me instead. I hear my father say something from far above, but I can't hear it. It's probably meant to be a goodbye, but I couldn't have responded even if I wanted to.

1:22:05A slow, dirty rumbling sound echoes down the brick hole and the lid goes back over the mouth of the chimney, sealing me into near complete darkness. I want to cry so badly. Although my chest shakes softly, my tear ducts won't respond to me. A fly alights on my nose. Then another. I squeeze my eyes shut. I can hear a low roar. A disjointed buzzing chorus all around me begin to start up. The world is drowned out by them thousands millions of flies buzzing woken up careening madly into each other and me peppering my face loud beating of insect wings in my ears sharp and curious tickling my arms crawling down my shirt keep my mouth closed with some effort even as the little insects try to push past my lips and the lump forms in my throat i'm sweating the flies can't get enough my tongue feel swollen.

1:23:03I slowly try to move, to regain control over my body. My arms slowly slide and fold across my chest as I breathe hard through my nose. My legs sluggishly curl inward like a dying cockroach, and I lean forward through the cloud of flies, struggling to move. There's a small rubbing texture against my calves and feet. Open my eyes to see that the gnarled wood of the floorboards is slowly, near imperceptibly moving, shifting under me. Gnarled bumps and knots turning over like thousands of tiny worms moving under skin. I stare hazily through the cloud of flies as the wood rides and curls. Even as the boards themselves retain their shape, I breathe heavily through my nose, trying not to hyperventilate.

1:23:47I'm drugged. This is a hallucination, and I witness many more as hours begin to pass by. Slowly, like dim yellow sparks, the flies begin to glow, softening, shifting into little fireflies that light up the room in their dizzy, spiraling dance. They light on my hands when I reach out to them, tickling, whispering little things. Little gold-feathered antenna sprout from their heads like moths, probing my fingers, sweeping along them like loving fingers. I breathe quietly, petrified by fear and curiosity. More light on my legs, my shoulders. More still crawl down the front of my shirt and up my legs.

1:24:29Small little wings beat against my face. I'm covered in them. I do not react when the little individual feathers of their long antennas slip into the pores of my skin. I hold still, obedient, and possibly small sensitive hairs spread inside my sweat glands, filling them with a tickling sensation before burrowing deeper. The flies, moss, whatever they are, begin to burrow inside the enlarged pores, seeking warmth. It feels like being pinched from the inside. heat blossoms all along my skin i look down at my arm and a thrill swells through me when i see the blue veins of my arm turning a muted yellow watching a soft insistent hair-like tendrils begin to push their way through my veins traveling with my bloodstream pulsing replacing my circulation with their own i feel lightheaded when i try to move my arms i can't the thin web-like tendrils coil around my muscles under my skin, filling my veins, capillaries, and tightening.

1:25:31I wonder absentmindedly if they've reached my heart yet. I can hear low, muted, crumbling sounds, not from the room, but from inside me. Little cracks of friction as the tendrils under my skin bind me tighter, tighter. Sensitive skin around my groin reacts to the growing pressure. Thin gold alien and veins under my skin snap tight around my muscles and I fall over onto my side, my leg jerking slightly and I groan. Heat flushes across my face. I blink, but only one eyelid does. I'm trembling very slightly from the cacophony of sensations overwhelming me. My thighs are clenched together as pressure wraps even tighter around me, pressing and pulling all at once.

1:26:15I bite down on my lip and taste warm iron on my tongue. You can't even see the insects anymore, just the pencil-sized holes they've left in me, devoid of blood. My lightheadedness grows. I suck in air, but it's not enough. Something presses at the back of my eyes. Abruptly, bile fills my throat and mouth and I vomit, spattering dark liquid on the writhing floor that seems to twitch and dance under it. I gag, shivering as pulsing sensations wreck my body in waves, wringing out everything in my stomach, and slowly, things start to change. My hands fly upwards to my face, and it dawns on me that I've regained control over my limbs.

1:26:58Every movement sends flashes of pain through my body, and I moan, shaky and low, as I slowly crawl forwards out of the long dead fireplace. I catch a glimpse of my hands, dotted with holes, and want to scream, but I can't, my throat clicking uselessly. I turn my head away from the stained mirror, unwilling to look as I crawl to the center of the room. Something isn't right, and I realize it with a flash of fear. My eyes dart over to the window, shattered panes caked in mud, packed in by a wall of fossilized peat. The room was pitch black when they lowered me down here. I shouldn't be able to see.

1:27:36My lips part and I feel a pair of small, insectile legs scrape against the inside of my cheek. I'm in too much pain to care. Slowly, hesitantly, I rise up on my hands and knees, not strong enough to stand. I see something that wasn't there before. A multicolored door with a sagging wooden wall at the other end of the room. I get closer, catch my breath as I begin to pick out details. A large, colorful mural is painted on it. Locusts standing on pale, flesh-colored orbs, antennae raised to two golden suns, one balanced on the other. Crudely painted figures in yellow, frozen in a dance below the two locusts, holding sticks with bells on the end.

1:28:21There's more, but the entire lower half of the door is rotted away, disintegrated into nothing. And it's through this gaping hole that I can see nothing but darkness and dust motes floating through the air. I should be choking on dust, but I'm not. I can feel an intense, subtle vibration in my body, in my stomach, and under my tongue. I slowly crawl up to the hole and through it, passing under the remains of the door. I crawl through the door, rest in the center of the room. I look up and see her. Her splendid, gold-draped silk along all six moving arms. her bare chest wrinkled with age and decay doesn't move at all her skin is iridescent countless hard reflective ridges running along her forearms and fingers poking out in little sawtooth waves her face is obscured by a crude gold mask one that seems so familiar the wide open mouth smile beaten into it greets me and i stare up at two wide dried out eyes that i'm not even sure see me.

1:29:29I'm frozen by fear and by awe. I feel rather than hear her speak. Vibration runs along the floor into every pore of my being. The feeling of being closer fills my mind. I obey and crawl up to the four limp, still legs that protrude from under her torn dress, huddling there. The feeling of satisfaction fills my head and I dare glance up at her. her head is lowered staring directly back at me like it had always been there my eyes search the mask i see the large wire halo welded to the back supporting the golden rays with names etched onto them protruding from behind her head i breathe trying to speak but i'm unable to making a hoarse whisper instead the dry wide eyes of god look back down at me through the mask glitter of something akin to intelligence in them.

1:30:26Slowly, almost imperceptibly, her arms move, while the urge to remain still floods my head. I obey, drooping my head as she gathers me up, arms and legs curling around me, lifting me up. I feel tired, overcome with a sense of satisfaction and contentment. I feel like a kid again, back home in my father's lap in the hanging chair on our front porch as we watch my brothers play in the street. The memory takes hold, filling my mind with the feeling of the sun on my skin, the hot smell of pavement and dirt, cold lemonade. I suck gently at the straw as I watch my brothers, listening to the distant shouts and laughs, the shushing of the trees as it casts a staccato shade over the family car.

1:31:19I want to fall asleep, but I'm watching a movie later tonight and I don't want to miss it. I try to take the straw out of my mouth, but find that I can't. Frown, puzzled, try again, but the straw stays wedged between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I try to pull at it, but my arms won't move, throws it in place. I begin to panic and the straw grows thicker, lemonade seeping out of it, gushing down my throat, no longer tasting sweet. I blink and suddenly I'm awake, staring into the dead eyes of God. Her face split open as a long, thick, black proboscis pushes the mask upward and slides even deeper into my mouth, pushing against the back of my throat.

1:32:05I try to scream, but I can't. My vocal cords have long been eaten away. Her entire face is burrowed clean through with holes, and I can see flittling legs, antenna, and small insects crawling around inside each. The proboscis pushes deeper, intubating me, and I feel something sour and heavy seep out inside my throat. I gag and bite down as hard as I can, but the dark, shiny shell of the insectile tube doesn't budge. It hits me that she must have taken the memory away on purpose, She wants me to be present for this. She holds me still as I thrash in her arms. As I choke, I swear I can see amusement in her wide, hungry eyes.

1:32:48After what feels like hours, I am exhausted. I am fitted to her, held to her chest as she feeds me, molds me. The proboscis in my stomach and pledging my throat is not invasive anymore. It is now a necessary part of my anatomy. an organ i would die without one of many that coil around and push into the holes dug into my skin it was painful excruciatingly so not anymore her limbs remain locked around my body possessively and as i stay there held and gestated in the dark come to understand my mind is no longer just my own i share it with her now and i see everything there is to see i see my town through a million yellow-hued eyes i see my brothers crying in their rooms i see pastor talking to some tourists i know the goings-ons of every animal see the fox dins and the little whispered thoughts of the kits inside them the urges of every insect crawling underground hiding on oily scalps i can taste every substance on my buried tongue.

1:33:59I focus in on one room, feel a surge of pleasure as I see Father worshipping us, bound together in the golden house. And I feel now the want, the hunger for all of them. I'm becoming something else. And if I could feel happiness, then I would be the happiest girl in town. What a great last line. Holy shit. whoo man man i was just i mean just kind of letting you roll with it it i love these stories when it's uh basically some somebody encountering some kind of like you know love crafting god or something like that you know like uh it reminds me of the i is it is the story i talked to gods at the one where like the guy they have the ritual where they have to sleep with the moth is that what that one was i think it's um i think the title of the story was something like Like my, I, we only got married at a certain age or something like that.

1:34:59Yeah. My dad didn't let us talk to girls. That's it. That's what it was. I feel it have a kinship to that one. Not just, uh, just because it's, uh, just that a ceremony almost, but also just from the perspective of this, like child having to go through with some kind of ritual. And then I love the kind of a bug like quality that this God has and stuff, but it's, it's fun. It says so much and it's so clear in the imagery, yet there's still so much like mystery to be had still, which is a lot of fun. Just very beautifully written too. I mean, just like a very well thought out, very well crafted story.

1:35:38I think, I think what, what the story is to me is like, there's a vessel that these bugs possess, you know? and once the vessel becomes too old and too hollowed, it transfers. And I think we're witnessing a transferring. So the people of the town, or at least like the pastor in the church, think of it as God, but it's really just like a monster beneath the earth that lives in this golden house. That's like, it is both the, it's like the entity itself is the horde of insects, right? That burrow into people and possess them. and every now and then it needs a new host. So this is a new host being passed off.

1:36:23But the people think of it as God. And it's like divinity being passed on, hence why at the end, the girl gets effectively the power of seeing the eyes of every creature. And also her father begins to worship her because now she is God. And then when her time is done, a new offering will be passed down. I really like the idea of having this ancient entity that people worship. And we don't get all the lore. It's not like, oh, well, a guy comes into a small community and he sees the people worshiping this and he figures out it's a monster. We just see the effect of someone being used in the ritual.

1:37:00Right. And we can kind of build out the pieces from there. And it's so well worded. Midway through, I was almost afraid it was AI by like, just like the language was so well done. But there is, the sentence structure changes enough and there's enough of the same descriptors used over and over. I don't think so. Like, this is just a good writer who can, like, you know, have some clever wording and choices. And I really loved the description of how, like, the bugs dig into them. And then for the rest of the story, you can feel, as she describes it, the bugs moving inside of her. And then at the end, like, what was at first painful, the proboscis passing into her is no longer painful because now she is that creature.

1:37:43She's suckling at the mother one day to become the mother. Uh, this like human bug hybrid that's filled with bugs, almost like a termite queen of sorts in this house. Um, and they call it the golden house and the mask is made of gold. And there's this part of the beginning where, um, they collect all the earrings. They collect everything golden to kind of build shrines for this thing. And it could just be a creature that requires to be fed and they keep feeding it, but they think of it as a God because it's something beyond their understanding. That's really cool. you know it's really cool that there's so many fucking talented writers in this subreddit man so many of these people are just doing so well the level of quality of what's on the subreddit right now is just really fucking cool to see so I don't know it's very cool and inspiring I don't know just a lot of fun but guys that's our episode today we appreciate you for hanging out and thank you so much for taking time to listen to this and hear some of the fan stories as well it's always fun diving into the tales from the creep subreddit and if you yourself want to write something please write it let our fans you know let the community read it and fucking help you with it or do whatever like don't be afraid to just jump in and actually write something you know that's kind of the moral of the story of today's episode is uh these are all levels and these are all people that are just wanting to write some stuff and people that like want to read fun stuff too so thank you guys so much for wanting to even submit those stories but until next time guys be sure to check us out on spotify apple podcast all the places we do and if you want some extra goodies be sure to go to patreon we got some more stories there for you that are exclusive to patreon but until next time guys we will see you in the next one stay creeped see you in the next one stay creeped uh all three authors we read today were fantastic please go follow them we'll have them linked below um and most importantly you know all these stories are great i've really enjoyed them but i feel like this is a golden opportunity to kill hunter in a story and i haven't seen that yet so we need to get those numbers up just saying uh thanks all you guys for being so cool and for building this community and please keep writing thank you for it and once again kill hunter bye

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