The Graveyard Slot

The Graveyard Slot
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It's 3 a.m. and the station should be dead air. Instead, someone is reading you a story. The Graveyard Slot is a horror fiction anthology broadcast from the loneliest shift on the dial. Each episode, your host takes the overnight desk and reads one complete tale... no cliffhangers, no filler. Original scary stories about small towns, empty highways, night shifts, trail cameras that see too much, and the quiet ways ordinary lives come apart. Slow-burn dread over jump scares. Every story finishes before the sun comes up. New episodes twice a week. Best heard alone, after midnight, with headphones. All stories are original works of fiction.

Episodes

  1. Aug 3

    My Handwriting Was Already in the Guest Book | Route Marker Nine

    Two best friends, one last road trip before real life splits them up, and a 1987 road atlas that belonged to a dead man. When both their phones go dark on the same quarter mile of two-lane nowhere, the atlas is the only map that still shows a road — Old Number Nine, inked in red, a shortcut back to the interstate. The shortcut has a town on it, and the town has a motel, and the motel has a guest book going back further than its own binding — the same handful of names, cycling every few pages, across four decades. The same handwriting, aging. The same ages, never changing. And one name he recognizes. He kept count of everything on that road. The miles stopped adding up on the second day. The Graveyard Slot — original horror fiction for the hours nobody claims. New episodes twice a week, wherever you get your podcasts. All stories are original fiction. Every story is written and edited with human care. It's just us now.

    My Handwriting Was Already in the Guest Book | Route Marker Nine

  2. Jul 28

    My Name Is on a 1965 Death Certificate | The Name in the Bible

    She taught third grade for thirty-four years — long enough to know which impossible stories children tell are make-believe, and which ones are a child reporting something true. At sixty-one, she moves back into her father's house to care for him through his dementia. He is sweet, and fading, and confused about almost everything. Except one thing. One story he tells perfectly, identically, every time — about a baby sister she never had. The books call it confabulation: the mind filling its gaps with things that feel completely true and are not true at all. That's what she calls it too. Then she finds the family Bible, and the register of births and deaths in the front, and the line someone struck through hard enough to score the next page. There is no ghost in this story. That is not a comfort. The Graveyard Slot — original horror fiction for the hours nobody claims. New episodes twice a week, wherever you get your podcasts. All stories are original fiction. Every story is written and edited with human care. It's just us now.

    My Name Is on a 1965 Death Certificate | The Name in the Bible

  3. Jul 18

    The Voice on the Tape Knew My Name | The 3 A.M. Census

    She transcribes medical dictation on the graveyard shift, alone, in a windowless records office in the sub-basement of St. Aldric's Regional. She is a woman who checks things twice, because checking once already cost her almost everything. An hour into the shift, a file closes with a provider ID that shouldn't be possible — five digits, in a system built for four — signed to a room that was decommissioned years ago and no longer officially exists. She logs it as a system error, the way the job has trained her to log everything strange, and opens the next file in the queue. The next one is routine too. And the one after that. It's only when she stops skimming and starts listening to the voice — unhurried, patient in a way no one on the overnight staff ever is — that the queue stops feeling like paperwork and starts feeling like something being built. File by file. With her name nowhere on it, and her whole night somehow already inside it. The Graveyard Slot — original horror fiction for the hours nobody claims. All stories are original fiction. Every story is written and edited with human care. It's just us now.

    The Voice on the Tape Knew My Name | The 3 A.M. Census

  4. Jul 15

    Card 14 Kept Coming Back Wrong | The Coldwater Lease

    A man in the Texas Hill Country gets paid eleven dollars a card to review trail-camera footage for hunting leases — deer, hogs, empty frames. Easy money. Then one client's card starts coming back. The same card. The same forty seconds of footage. And every time it returns, some small detail has changed. The Coldwater Lease is a story about the things you sign off on without looking — and what's been counting on exactly that. Episode one of The Graveyard Slot: original horror fiction read from the loneliest shift on the dial. New transmissions twice a week. Best heard alone, after midnight, with headphones. Send us your story: thegraveyardslot.com All stories are original works of fiction. Every story is written and edited by humans, and every episode is reviewed by human ears before air.

    Card 14 Kept Coming Back Wrong | The Coldwater Lease
  • 4 Episodes

About

It's 3 a.m. and the station should be dead air. Instead, someone is reading you a story. The Graveyard Slot is a horror fiction anthology broadcast from the loneliest shift on the dial. Each episode, your host takes the overnight desk and reads one complete tale... no cliffhangers, no filler. Original scary stories about small towns, empty highways, night shifts, trail cameras that see too much, and the quiet ways ordinary lives come apart. Slow-burn dread over jump scares. Every story finishes before the sun comes up. New episodes twice a week. Best heard alone, after midnight, with headphones. All stories are original works of fiction.

Information

  • Creator
    The Graveyard Slot
  • Years Active
    2026
  • Episodes
    4
  • Rating
    Clean
  • Copyright
    © 2026 The Graveyard Slot
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