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Weekly Spooky - Scary Stories to Keep You Up at Nigh‪t‬ Henrique Couto

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    Slasher - Making Movies Can Be MURDER

    Slasher - Making Movies Can Be MURDER

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    A group of college students set out to make a slasher movie but when real bodies start piling up who will survive these halls of horror?!

    Slasher by Rob Fields

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    Prologue

    The group that was to breathe new life into the Strickfield University Film Society gathered in the movie room at Wilder Hall, the student union building. When Professor James Corgen arrived to conduct the meeting, he sat on top of his desk and looked at the others. 
    “I see we’re missing somebody,” he said. 
    “I’m sure Jennie will be here shortly,” Jessie, his busty, red-headed daughter, assured him. 
    The professor appeared annoyed. “I’m not talking about your sister.”
    Just then, another girl entered the movie room. “Sorry I’m late. I got delayed.”
    Jessie turned to her. “It’s okay, Vickie, you didn’t miss anything. In fact, we’re heading out shortly.”
    Professor Corgen looked at Vickie. “You did read the script, right?”
    “Trust me, I know my lines,” Vickie assured him. 
    “I know why Vickie got delayed.” Bethany Mirren looked over at the others and made an obscene pantomime of giving oral sex, getting a few chuckles out of some of the males present. 
    Jessie pointed right past Bethany. “Hey! Don’t want to work with Vickie Valentine? There’s the door! We’ve only got one shot at making this movie. Just say the word and we’ll recast you.”
    Bethany flashed a toothy smile. “Your ad said you needed big-breasted girls for your movie. It just surprises me that you’d hire a porn star.”
    “That porn star can actually act!” Jessie fired back. “She’s already starred in a horror movie for the North Ridgeway University Film Club. The Murder Club is kicking ass all over the film festival circuit. My contact at North Ridgeway told me it’ll be getting a limited theatrical run in a few months. I want our movie to get that same prestige, especially if we want to keep the Strickfield University Film Society going.”
    “We’ve lost a lot of money over the past six months,” Professor Corgen explained. “Dean Roth won’t set aside any more money in the budget for us unless we can start making some of our own. We have just enough money left to make our movie. My daughter here wrote a script, which is both excellent and an homage to cheesy, exploitation horror. I don’t personally care for horror movies, but I feel Jessie’s going to do well with it. She’ll be in the movie with all of you, but will also be directing Slasher, the title. I’m merely here as an adviser. I don’t want any animosity between any of you, especially with Vickie Valentine here.”
    Jessie pointed to Bethany. “You in? Or out?”
    Bethany shrugged. “I’m in.”
    Jessie smiled. “Excellent! Now . . .” Professor Corgen picked up a bag and opened it. “All of your smartphones are turned off and go in there. No interruptions due to someone getting a text!”
    Some were reluctant in handing over their phones, but they were all collected. 
    Jessie took an excited breath. “Okay, let’s head on over to the old Performance Hall. It won’t be torn down for a month yet. Dean Roth gave us permission to shoot Slasher there. Everything will be up and running, including the showers in the basement dressing room. If none of you want to go home, you can crash in one

    Grave Consequences - What Happens When a Grave Robs You Back?!

    Grave Consequences - What Happens When a Grave Robs You Back?!

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    Stealing from the dead isn't a terrible way to make a living, it just takes a little getting used to. But what happens when a grave tries to STEAL YOU in return?!

    Grave Consequences by Killian Crane

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    Dennis’ shovel bit into packed dirt. Years of practice told him he’d passed the five foot marker. Only a few more inches and his blade would strike the coffin lid.
    This was one of the good cemeteries. It was off of a main road, but the town was sleepy and there were no lights. No lights meant he could park damn near on top of the grave. He wouldn’t have to lug everything from a block or two away. As an added bonus, the night dripped with a heavy fog. It would be impossible to see his electric lantern from a distance. 
    Mr. Pyles told him to look for an old money tombstone, and he wasn’t kidding. The once lavish tombstone had a statue of a weeping angel wielding a sword staring down at Dennis as he worked. At the angel’s feet read “Here lies Vanya Mills.” Her birth year was worn away, but she died in ‘62. Chances were, anyone coming to check on dear old Vanya was either an old fart or buried close by. 
    He dug faster, feeling sweat drip down his chin. He learned long ago to keep plenty of sweat rags handy for long nights, and there was a fresh beach towel already waiting for him in the driver’s seat of his truck. He had a change of shoes in his covered bed, where he’d place his muddy boots and tools of the trade in one large trash bag and his haul in another. If it was too big, he’d just wrap it in painter’s plastic and tape it up. 
    Once upon a time, Dennis was something of a jack of all trades. A pipe fitter when he could pass a drug test, a construction hand when he couldn’t, and a thief in between.
    It was a stroke of genius that he found his favorite form of larceny; grave robbing. 
    Many homeowners were getting home security systems. The ones with anything worth stealing, anyway. The same was basically true of people. You’d never guess who all was packing across the country. Sure, some places had hinky gun laws, but that didn’t stop granny from carrying a .45. Dennis knew that from experience. Several years ago he held up an old woman and she pulled heat on him. Luckily her hands shook something fierce. The .45 rang his ears, but didn’t ventilate him. Dennis had enough gumption to snatch the revolver from her hands. He retaliated, stomping granny’s ass into the ground. She had just been protecting herself, but she damn near killed him. To teach her a lesson, Dennis made sure she had the ass whooping of her long life.
    When he found the only thing of value she had was the revolver and a coin purse with a whopping $5 in change, he decided that robbing people was just too much drama.
    That night, he used the $5 to get a coffee at a local diner. The night had been rough, so sweet thang at the counter wasn’t getting a tip. The local paper was on the counter, opened to the obits.
    One in particular caught his eye. A local heiress, pretty little thing, probably in her forties, had kicked the bucket. She wore something intricate around her neck. The black and white picture didn’t do the thing justice, but he could tell it was gold and diamonds. It was then he had an idea.
    While he waited for her to be buried, Dennis pawned the

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    Party in the Woods - Unexpected Guests Have Big Claws and Bigger Appetites!

    Party in the Woods - Unexpected Guests Have Big Claws and Bigger Appetites!

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    A party out in the wilderness gets crashed by some unexpected guests. They're mean, they're big and their hungry for YOU!

    Party in the Woods by Joe Solmo
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    Tristian and Becca made their way down the wooded path behind Tristian’s neighbor’s farm. Josh and Emily went to bed pretty early, so for years Tristian had brought friends down here behind the farm to explore the woods. As he got older he explored less and came to the woods to drink and party with the girls from town.

    Becca was new to town, just moving here a month ago. Tristian was infatuated as soon as he saw her in the hall in school, her long brown hair flowing behind her. He followed her after school trying to come up with something to say to her to spark a conversation. It paid off though, he thought as he sneaked a glance at her behind in the moonlight through a break in the trees.

    She carried a bottle of Jack Daniels in her right hand, it was already missing a quarter of the brown liquid inside. She was more of a drinker than he was, he noted with a smile. He couldn’t keep his eyes off the way she walked, the curves swaying back and forth, it was mesmerizing. The swaying stopped in front of him.

    “Tristian, did you hear that?” she whispered to him.

    “Hear what?” he asked at a normal volume.

    “Shh…something in the woods,” she replied. “Do you guys have bears around here?” She asked with a little bit of fright in her voice.

    “I didn’t hear anything. Don’t worry I have been coming here since I was a kid, there is nothing out here that can hurt us,” he said and smiled that famous smile that got him the girl on numerous occasions.

    Becca still stood there for another moment, when she didn’t hear anything she began to walk the path again, but cautiously. Tristian snuck up behind her and grabbed the bottle from her hands. She let out a scared yelp as he laughed at her. He took a big gulp off the bottle, letting the alcohol burn his throat.

    “Are the others meeting us up here?” Becca asked. She wouldn’t agree to coming out to the woods with a guy she just met unless others were going to be there. He scrambled to find another couple to come along.

    “Yes, it’s not much farther now. We got a little fireplace from an old house,” Tristian said. “It must have been from the seventeen hundreds,” he said.

    “Sounds cool,” Becca said.

    Thinking of the fireplace, Tristian frowned. He should be able to see it from here. He knew Greg and Beth were here already. He saw Greg’s car down by the side of the highway on the way over. Maybe he was just lazy, he thought.

    The moon was hidden by the boughs of the trees above. Tristian made his way in the dark to where he knew the stone chimney was. He could barely see the lighter stone in the darkness. He felt around to the right where he stacked the kindling. It felt wet, but he didn’t remember it raining recently. “Greg if you pissed on our wood I will kill you,” he called out to the night. He hoped Greg heard him as he banged Beth, or whatever they were doing.

    He grabbed a book of matches from his pocket after stacking the wooden branches into a small teepee shape, with pine needles and last fall’s leaves under. “I can’t see anything,” Becca said from behind him.

    “One s

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    Be Mine - This Valentine's Day They Want Your HEART!

    Be Mine - This Valentine's Day They Want Your HEART!

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    On a cold Valentine's evening a young woman finds out she has a secret admirer, and they want more than just her heart... And they'll do ANYTHING to get it!

    Be Mine by Shane Migliavacca

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    She’d just sat down on the bed, with the cat snuggling up next to her, when the knock at the door came. Blake looked over at her roommate Cassie, buried in her phone and closer to the door.

    “Door?” 

    Cassie didn’t answer. 

    “Nope, guess not.” 

    Blake looked down at her cat, Dean. 

    “Sorry buddy.” 

    She stood, as the cat looked up at her completely disappointed. 

    Blake crossed the small, messy dorm room as another knock came. 

    “I got it.” 

    “Huh?” Cassie mumbled. 

    Opening the door, Blake was greeted by Maggie from down the hall. The girl beamed at her from behind a pair of thick glasses. 

    “Here.” She thrust a pink heart shaped box at Blake.

    “Uh, thanks. I guess.” Blake said, taking the box. 

    Maggie frowned. “It’s not from me. It was sitting on the table in the lobby with your name on it.”
    “Oh, thanks.” A box of candy… for her? There was nobody she could think of who’d do something like that. 

    “Going to the Valentine’s dance tonight?” Maggie asked, before Blake could shut the door.

    “Nope, got a paper to finish.”

    “That sucks.”

    Blake shut the door. It really did suck, but not for the reason Maggie thought. She was struggling with the assignment, dragging her feet on it since day one. Now the deadline was looming. 

    There was a pink envelope taped to the box’s front with Blake’s name written in glitter. Inside was a Valentine’s card with a cute cat on the front which read ‘Your purrrfect’. 

    Underneath the card’s message was another, written in red ink. It read ‘Roses are red, violets are blue. I choose you. Meet me under the east bleachers at 8 pm’.

    “What’s that?” Cassie asked. 

    “It’s alive.” Blake answered. 

    “Huh?”

    Blake rattled the box. “Someone left me a Valentine's gift.”

    “You got a secret admirer.”

    “Guess so, they want me to meet them tonight, under the bleachers.” 

    “Probably some townie rapists looking to assault a rich college girl.”
    “I’m not rich.”

    “They don’t know that. Pop that f****r open.” Cassie said, sliding forward on her bed. “Bet there’s a human heart inside.”

    “Nope, candies.” Blake answered, popping a chocolate into her mouth. 

    “Damn.” Cassie groaned. “Gonna meet this mystery admirer?”

    “No time for love Dr. Jones. I’ve got a paper to finish.” Blake pet the cat, still lounging on her bed, before picking up her coat and book-bag. “I’m off to the library. Billy’s letting me in.”

    “Oh kinky.” Cassie laughed. “There’s your secret heart sender.”

    “Billy? I’m pretty sure he’s gay.” 

    “Well, so are you.” Cassie stated.

    “It doesn't work that way. He doesn't have the kind of… parts I like.”

    Blake slipped on her coat, and rested the strap of the book-bag on her shoulder. 

    “What about you, meeting Steve at the dance?” 

    Cassie’s gaze drifted over to her phone lying on the bed next to her. 

    “Naw, he’s busy tonight. Just gonna chill here with the cat and some TV.”

    “Oh, sorry. I knew you were looking forward to it.” 

    A smile crep

    Good to the Last Drop - A Hot Cup of MURDER

    Good to the Last Drop - A Hot Cup of MURDER

    Episode Notes
    Who doesn't like a hot cup of coffee on a cold winter's morning? Well this percolator will make your coffee give you a lot more than a pep in your step, it could make you KILL.

    Good To the Last Drop by Rob Fields

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    Adam Lester watched his girlfriend, Jarren Hatley, move around the kitchen. There were days when he really enjoyed seeing how animated she could be as she multitasked. She did it all: worked on washing dishes, tending to the stove for making both her breakfast and her lunch, wiping things down, and even making a fresh pot of coffee. She would even be able to talk to Adam as she did all these things. 
    Adam was one of the premier basketball players on the Strickfield High School team. Adam had always been about sports from his days in Strickfield Junior High all the way to now. He even had scouts come and see him, some offering him full rides through colleges and universities. However, he would have to keep his grades up and be able to graduate. Mathematics was never his strongest subject, which was why he needed a tutor. Around football season, Adam saw a flyer on the school bulletin board that Jarren Hatley had put up about tutoring. He texted her number, got a response, and she had been tutoring him in math since their first session. Adam hadn’t planned on taking a real liking to this geek, but his overall grades were greatly improving because of her – not just math. He was so grateful to her one day that he kissed her, just intending for it to be a peck on the lips. But it ended up becoming much more. Now Adam and Jarren were an item, the talk of Strickfield High. 
    The one thing that Adam couldn’t believe about Jarren was how much caffeine she drank. Now, she was pouring her freshly made coffee into a thermal cup to drink at school. She had just finished everything when she smiled at Adam. “Okay, done!”
    Adam accepted the breakfast sandwich from her, along with a kiss. The two of them were about to leave when they heard a strange noise. They both looked to see the coffeemaker making louder noises. Then it gave off a sudden surge; they saw a brief, giant spark of electricity. Shortly after, the coffeemaker was smoking. 
    “Shit . . .” Jarren muttered. “And I just bought it last week.”
    “Take it back,” Adam suggested. “You still have the receipt?”
    Jarren gave him a look of finality before shaking her head. “Best Buy’s going to think I abused it.” She sighed. “I’ll just have to buy another one, but I’m not going to have time today.”
    “That’s right, you’ve got those meetings tonight,” Adam recalled. 
    Jarren sighed. “Student council after school. Key Club right after. Followed by your football banquet.”
    Adam smiled and eased Jarren into his arms to give her a gentle hug. “Don’t worry, I’ll find you a new coffee pot.”
    Jarren looked into his eyes. “You’re not going to have time. We could make it out to Strickfield Towne Center Mall before they close at nine, but Best Buy closes at eight.”
    Adam caressed the side of her face. “I’ll get you your coffee pot tonight. That’s a promise.”
    They kissed one more time before they left her house and went to school. 
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    • 33 min
    Careful What You Wish - Only Death Comes From This Genie

    Careful What You Wish - Only Death Comes From This Genie

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    Penn and Ed are an unlikely pair who encounter and ancient evil from the deserts of the middle east, how can they stop something with the limitless power to grant any wish?!

    Careful What You Wish by David O'Hanlon

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    Penn reached for the doorbell. His finger hovered over the button as it had the last two times he tried to bring himself to ring. He sighed and jabbed the button. Ed’s face pressed against the glass of the nearest window. Penn chuckled at the sight of the freckled, buck-tooth face smiling excitedly at him.
    The door opened and Penn was greeted by a far-less enthusiastic individual. 
    Penn shifted uncomfortably. He didn’t look like an ex-con in his new jeans and custom polo shirt, but he felt the same way he did every time he was pulled in for a police lineup. Ed’s mother, Janet, held an obese chocolate-point Siamese cat against her chest and stroked it like a movie villain while she eyed the man on her doorstep. Janet slipped her robe up over her shoulder and raised an eyebrow. 
    “You’re Ed’s friend?”
    Penn shifted the brown paper bag into his left hand and extended the right. “Yes, ma’am. I’m Penn.”
    “Been in a few too would be my guess.” She waved him inside. “You’re going to let the other cats out.”
    Penn stepped inside and glanced around the restored Brownstone. Three tabbies lounged on the furniture. A Maine Coon lifted its head from the arm of the recliner to survey the new arrival to its domain. The cat was seemingly unimpressed by Penn and went back to sleep. 
    Penn turned to Janet. Ed had told him his mom used to be a famous model, but the horrible marriage and subsequent vodka-and-valium-based diet hid the fact now. Janet looked like she should be bumming smokes outside a 7-Eleven. Penn felt a tinge of guilt. He knew better than anyone not to judge a person by their circumstances. She dumped the Siamese onto the loveseat and straightened her pajamas before pulling her robe closed and tying the belt tightly around her slender waist.
    “Don’t you think it’s weird hanging out with a ten-year-old boy?” Janet snapped the elastic from her bun and let her brown hair fall as she walked past him and into the kitchen. She grabbed a glass from the dish strainer and banged it onto the countertop. “You’re like thirty, after all.”
    Penn shrugged. “So are you.”
    “Thanks for rubbing salt in that wound.” Janet poured orange juice into a glass and reached for the Popov bottle atop the fridge. “You can have something to drink if you like. Lactose-free milk, sugar-free Kool-Aid, caffeine-free tea. We even have the shitty soda that lacks all of the above.”
    “I’ve got a water bottle in the truck, but thanks.”
    “Cut the shit, Penn.” Janet sipped from the bottle before pouring a splash into the juice. “The boy’s allergic to everything. No one hangs out with him because they want to. The last date I had was four years ago and Ed broke out in hives because of the guy’s cologne. He has to wear a dust mask to walk through the living room because of the cat hair. The inhaler, the EpiPen, anxiety meds, and Allegra for sinuses. Seizures at the movies, motion sickness at the fair, panic attacks at the mall. There’s nothing you can do with him. Ed shouldn’t even go to the park, or wherever it is tha

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