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Road trip horror, rest stop terror, axe murderer suspense, and backwoods survival horror come together in this brutal episode of Weekly Spooky.

Brad and Robbie are just driving home from the Ohio State Fair, joking around on a dark stretch of U.S. 23, when a stop at a lonely rest area turns deadly. What begins as a dumb scare between friends suddenly becomes a fight for survival when the very killer they were joking about steps out of the darkness with an axe in his hands.

From there, the story turns into a tense nightmare of woods chases, shattered glass, near misses, panic, and pure late-night slasher energy. And just when it seems like they’ve escaped the horror, the story twists one more time into something even meaner.

If you love scary stories about killers, roadside horror, rest area nightmares, slasher-style suspense, dark humor, and horror podcast fiction, this one delivers fast pacing, a creepy setup, and a vicious final sting. It’s lean, nasty, and built around one of the simplest fears there is: being stranded in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong person watching you.

Keep driving. Don’t stop for gas. And whatever you do… don’t pull off at the rest area.

The Rest Area — by Rob Fields

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Organ harvest horror, backwoods monster terror, illegal transplant suspense, and darkly funny rural nightmare fiction collide in this vicious episode of Weekly Spooky. Peter O’Day heads to an abandoned lab in the woods to buy black-market kidneys for a sick little girl, but the deal goes bad fast when spilled blood wakes something buried on the property—something left behind from the lab’s old experiments and very hungry for more.

What follows is a mean, fast-moving horror tale packed with crooked doctors, shady middlemen, body horror, graveyard science gone wrong, and a shambling creature that can smell blood like a beacon in the dark. As Peter runs for his life through the trees, the story twists into something even uglier, exposing a whole chain of greed, exploitation, and moral rot behind a “good cause.”
If you love creature horror, medical horror, black comedy, monster chases, grim small-town corruption, and horror podcast fiction, this one delivers. It’s nasty, tense, satirical, and just funny enough to make the cruelty hit even harder.

Step into the woods, follow the blood trail, and hope nothing hungry is still buried beneath your feet.

The Devil Reaps the Harvest — by John Oak Dalton

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Nightmare horror, childhood fear, creepy bedtime terror, dream invasion horror, and 1980s supernatural suspensecome together in this chilling episode of Weekly Spooky.

Eight-year-old David has been waking up night after night at the exact same time, drenched in sweat after the same terrible dream. A black car rolls silently up the driveway. Four pale, grinning figures step out of the darkness. And every night, they come a little closer.

At first, it feels like a child’s fear of the dark. But as the nights grow worse, David starts to realize these visions are too detailed, too consistent, and too real to ignore. What follows is a deeply eerie horror story filled with shadowy visitors, sleep terror, childhood paranoia, 1980s nostalgia, and one unforgettable final reveal.

If you love scary stories about nightmares, sleep paralysis-style horror, supernatural home invasion terror, creepy childhood memories, and classic horror podcast fiction, this one delivers a slow, icy dread that builds into something truly haunting. It’s intimate, unnerving, and taps into that primal fear of waking up in the night and knowing something is in the room with you.
Pull the blankets up, keep the radio low, and pray it really was only a dream.

Just a Dream — by Joe Solmo

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Weird West horror, Old West horror, supernatural horror, soul-stealing terror, and darkly funny monster fiction come together in this unforgettable episode of Weekly Spooky. Orel Hamlin spends his nights emptying spittoons at the Stone House saloon, living a hard but simple life under the watch of Mr. Teevins. Then, out in the dark behind the saloon, he meets a stranger named George Malcolm — a drifter with a bad smile, a salesman’s pitch, and something inside him that no human being should carry.

What starts as a late-night encounter in a dusty frontier town turns into a grotesque and eerie nightmare involving cursed deals, stolen souls, devils, body horror, and one of the nastiest supernatural con men you’ll ever meet. But this isn’t just a creepy tale of evil wandering into town. It’s also a story about an underestimated young man, a vicious midnight showdown, and the kind of strange frontier horror that feels grimy, funny, and genuinely dangerous.

If you love Weird West stories, horror westerns, occult fiction, saloon horror, demon bargains, bizarre monsters, and horror podcast fiction, this one hits that perfect sweet spot between pulpy fun and full-on nightmare fuel. There are whispering souls, a one-eyed bartender, a haunted drifter, and one very memorable “basket hound” moment you will not forget.
Step into the saloon, mind the spittoons, and don’t trust any traveler who smiles like he already knows what your soul is worth.

Basket Hound — by Scott S. Phillips

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Friday the 13th horror, monster horror, warehouse horror, and survival thriller suspense collide in this bloody episode of Weekly Spooky.

On a freezing April 13th, 1979, reporter Sam follows wealthy playboy Teddy Stoneberry to a warehouse near the pier, hoping to uncover the truth behind a missing model named Suzy. Instead, she finds blood on the floor, a mauled guard, a locked room, and something monstrous moving through the dark between the crates.

What begins as a mystery quickly turns into a full-blown survival horror nightmare. Teddy has been hiding a terrible family secret, and Sam is trapped inside a warehouse with a burned, broken killer who should have stayed dead. With only a tiny Derringer and no easy way out, she has to fight to survive the night.

If you love monster stories, creature horror, slasher-style suspense, dark mysteries, and horror podcast fiction, this one delivers grimy atmosphere, brutal tension, and pulpy late-night terror. It’s creepy, violent, and packed with the kind of dangerous energy that makes a horror story hard to shake.

Step into the warehouse, follow the blood trail, and hope the thing in the dark doesn’t find you first.

Warehouse of Blood — by Shane Migliavacca

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Zombie horror, haunted object horror, scary stories, and undead chaos collide in this wild episode of Weekly Spooky. Shawni Jerral thinks her problems are ordinary enough: oversleeping, angry neighbors, and a boss ready to fire her. But after she buys a cheap alarm clock from a strange little shop called Tinker’s, every morning gets worse. The clock grows louder, more aggressive, and impossible to silence—until one sleepover experiment turns into a full-blown nightmare when the blaring alarm awakens the dead in the graveyard across the road. 

What starts as a simple cursed alarm clock story becomes a fast, funny, and terrifying siege tale packed with zombies, paranormal chaos, creepy small-town horror, undead attacks, and cursed object mayhem. If you love zombie stories, haunted item horror, monster thrillers, supernatural revenge, eerie graveyard settings, and horror podcast fiction, this episode hits with big midnight-movie energy and a wicked sense of fun. 

There’s a weird shop, a too-good-to-be-true deal, angry neighbors who hear something no one should hear, and an alarm so loud it rips corpses out of their graves. And once it starts screaming, it does not want to stop. 

Lock the doors, keep the lights low, and whatever you do… don’t hit snooze.

Rude Awakenings — by Rob Fields

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Mothman horror, cryptid horror, funny scary stories, monster pregnancy terror, and outrageous trailer park nightmare comedy collide in this wild Weekly Spooky episode. When a down-on-his-luck local reporter visits a woman hiding in a pitch-black trailer, he gets a confession that sounds too insane to print: she says she seduced Mothman, got pregnant, laid an egg, and gave birth to something hungry, twitching, and very much not human. What follows is a grotesque, hilarious, and deeply unsettling descent into small-town cryptid chaos, body horror, backwoods humor, and one unforgettable monster baby reveal.

If you love Mothman stories, cryptid encounters, creature features, horror comedy, bizarre monster tales, Appalachian weirdness, and darkly funny scary fiction, this episode delivers all of it with slime, wings, proboscises, and pure tabloid-from-hell energy. It’s rude, absurd, creepy, and packed with the kind of over-the-top imagery that makes a horror podcast episode impossible to forget.

Turn out the lights, keep your eyes off the red glow in the corner, and don’t trust anything fluttering in from Point Pleasant.

I Had Mothman’s Baby — by Dan Wilder

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Alicia awakens in darkness — bleeding, broken, and utterly alone. What begins as confusion quickly devolves into terror as she realizes she’s not just hurt… something alive is moving in the shadows. Inside this horrifying psychological nightmare, reality and delusion twist together — until Alicia comes face-to-face with the impossible: a child she never had, demanding to be loved.

From the mind of Joe Solmo, Hysterhysteria explores the blurred line between guilt, motherhood, and the monsters we create within ourselves. This gruesome psychological horror story will crawl under your skin and stay there — a haunting descent into trauma, denial, and the fragility of the human mind.

Perfect for fans of: psychological horror, medical horror, disturbing short stories, and dark fiction podcasts like Creepy and NoSleep

Story: Hysterhysteria — by Joe Solmo

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On Valentine’s Day, Deborah dances alone with the ghosts of her past — her husband, her cat, and her sanity. But when a killer escapes into the storm, her grief-soaked solitude turns into a nightmare drenched in blood, madness, and revenge.

As the snow falls harder, the line between love and lunacy vanishes. A haunting phone call, a phantom from her childhood, and a knock at the door drag her into a spiral that’s equal parts psychological terror and brutal retribution. What begins as a tragedy of loss becomes a tale of vengeance, captivity, and disturbing empowerment.

This chilling Valentine’s Day horror story from Shane Migliavacca will make you question just how far grief — and love — can twist the human heart.


Deb Debbie Deborah — by Shane Migliavacca

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Ayumi has a big crush on her teacher, and also a call to the sea... But something is in the water, and it's not love...
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Transcript:
"All life emerged... crawled out from the sea... now I don't know what's crawling out."

HINO BAY HIGH SCHOOL SCIENCE/ BIOLOGY CLASS MONDAY - 2:43 PM
Ayumi scribbles into her notebook, hunched over her desk, protecting her work. Her eyes are obscured by black horn rims matching her long jet-black hair tied into a pony tail.
"Are you like in Grade 3?"
A girl beside her with dyed brown hair grabs the notebook off Ayumi's desk. The pen leaves a streak across the page.
She turns to a second girl and shows her the notebook.
The second girl makes a sour face, gesturing dismissively at the drawings in a lined notebook page. Cartoons. A girl sun-bathing in a boat reading a book. And below her myriad sea creatures frolicking in the deep. An octopus and crab feasting on something.
The girl points at a figure farther down the page...
A masked scuba diver rising to the surface holding something in his hand...
"Oh my god... is that Mr. Hirada? What is that in his hand... what has he got... a pearl? A present? For you?"
She and her friend laugh at the suggestion. Ayumi tries to grab it.
"Give it back!"
"He'd only kiss you if you had gills and a tail!" "She already smells like she does!"
"GIVE IT BACK!"
There is a crack at the front of the class. The student's heads turn to the front. The teacher rests his hand on a book atop of some scattered papers on his desk. "Ayumi, please see me after class."
"Ooooooooohh...!" the two girlfriends coo in chorus.
Ayumi holds a stack of textbooks in crossed arms close to her chest.
"I'm not sure what's come over you. You were disturbing the class today. And you haven't handed in your assignment yet. Usually you're a very well behaved, punctual student. What's gotten into you?"
She can't meet his eyes.
"Tomorrow, Mr. Hirada. Tomorrow."

AYUMI'S HOUSEHOLD - MONDAY - 6:49 PM
The melted chocolate cools in the bowl on the double boiler.
On the counter beside the stove are a box of sea salt, a jar of raspberry jam, a bowl of herring roe, a collection of spoons and heart-shaped moulds.
Ayumi's grandfather walks up behind her, looking over her shoulder. Surprises her.
"For a boy? It's good you take an interest in normal school life outside of the tales you read in your books. It's good you spend time with people your own age. Dead authors and old men like me are not ideal companions for young girls."
Ayumi ignores her grandfather and increases her focus on spooning the jam into the cooled chocolate moulds.
With intense deliberation she plucks two individual eggs from the herring roe, and placing them side by side in the raspberry jam. Squishing them together in the gooey jam, they leak their briny golden insides into the surrounding compote.
She sprinkles a pinch of sea salt into the moulds, finishing her creation with a flourish. "Could I have a taste of that chocolate though? Reminds me of your grandmother." TUESDAY - VALENTINE'S DAY - 1:56 PM
A girl bumps into Ayumi in the hall. She drops her books and makes a desperate grab as the red cardboard box folded in the shape of a clamshell, slips from her fingers. As she bends over to pick them up, she notices a boy (a strong, athletic boy from her gym class) looking at her with a kind of faint smile she hasn't seen before and she sees that her skirt is riding high up her legs. She straightens up and pulls her skirt down. The boy still has the funny look on his face, and he looks weak somehow, as if all his strength has leaked away. Just by looking at her. She feels flushed and rushes to class.

"What's this?"
Mr. Hirada flips the cardboard clamshell open on his desk, revealing the chocolates within.
Ayumi looks at the Valentine's Day present on display-- one of the heart chocolates cracked from the fall.
"It's for... It's for you."
"Ayumi, I can't accept this. You know it is inappropriate for a student to offer such gifts to her teacher. I'm sorry. It looks like you put a lot of work into this gift, but I just can't."
Ayumi hugs her books tight and shuffles to her seat.
Otani, the grizzled old janitor, totters into the classroom and empties the waste paper basket by the teacher's desk. He winks at the gang of girls huddled together, gossiping and giggling.
One of the girls with dyed-brown hair leans over to Ayumi and hisses at her.
"If you want an older man, I'm pretty sure Mr. Otani is available! But better act quick before one of us snatches him up first!"
The huddle of girls convulses with laughter as Otani staggers out the door.
Ayumi looks up from her book and over at Mr. Hirada's desk. From her vantage point, she can see that one of the chocolates is missing. There is a space there. It is undeniable!
Did she just see Mr. Hirada lick his lips? Did he really?

Ayumi watches intently, her elbows on her desk, chin resting on her knuckles, in rapt attention.
"My last dive I saw definite changes... the outflow from these chemical plants is causing untold damage to the ecosystem. I'm finding noticeable mutations in the local sea life. Overlong exposure to this pollution is ravaging local populations."
"I've decided to devote my time recording and cataloging these mutations."
"We have to do something to change this. We ALL have to do something... what I'm doing is cataloging the mutations.
He plops a ziplocked bag holding a fist-sized thing enveloped in gelatinous syrup on the desk. It is a creature curled into a fetal ball. Two appendages pierce the syrupy envelope, terminating in claws.
"Know what this is?"
No guesses.
"It's a fish. Does it look like a fish to you?"
The students shake their heads.
"I don't think so. I found this swimming off the breakwater in Hino Bay... well it was trying to swim... more like paddling in a circle."
"Those.... those bastards... excuse me, those blameless industrialists in the plants on the shore... they've turned Hino Bay into a living science experiment."
"All life emerged... it crawled out from the sea... now I don't know what's crawling out." He turns back to the specimen. "This is the caudal fin... the tail of the so-called fish."

An iridescent turquoise caudal fin unfurls in the swirling sea-green water. It swishes to- and-fro, back-and-forth, lazily propelling the creature upward. Breaking the surface, she notices that the creature is her... she is the creature, her bare human body above the water, her scaly torso and tapered tail beneath the waves, trailing off into darkness and the murky depths below. Her long black hair flows out behind her, slowly undulating in the motion of the ripples. She feels the water rise in a soft swell and he is there... beside her in a black rubber wetsuit. A gentle wave pushes them closer together. He pulls off his facemask and removes the regulator from his mouth. He presses it against her lips. 'Breathe. Breathe...' he urges. She opens her mouth, letting him inside her and breathes in, breathes deep and she feels herself going down, down into unconsciousness.
Ayumi opens her eyes. She smiles and squeezes the pillow tight to her body.
WEDNESDAY - 3:02 PM
"The daughter of the Dragon King was Ningyo, Princess of the Deep. She could assume various forms and would often take the form of a beautiful woman who could put any man who ventured into the sea under her spell..."
Ayumi stands at the front of the class. "Her magic pearls could turn..."
"Ayumi, the assignment was supposed to be about sea life. Real, actual sea life. Dragons don't exist. Why would you... what made you do your assignment on that? I'm going to be forced to give you an F. Please see me after class."
Ayumi tries to hold back a faint smile.
He slumps back in his chair. Pulls off his tie. Loosens his collar. Unbuttons the top button of his shirt.
He leans forward. She can see down his open shirt. There are iridescent scales catching the light on his neck, spreading out and down to his chest.
"Mr. Hirada?"
"Yes, Ayumi?"
"Do you think people can change?" She pivots on her legs, twisting back and forth.
"Yes, of course."
"Change into something... so wonderful, so strange that you don't know what they might become."
"What are you talking about?"
Kiss me.
Mr. Hirada stares at her.
Kiss me. Why couldn't she say it out loud?
Her lips strain white against her teeth. She bites her lower lip until she is sure blood will pop and trickle down her chin.
She drops a PADI training manual on the teacher's desk.
"What's this?"
"I'm going to get my diving certificate..."
"Really? It's an intensive course. You sure it won't interfere with your school studies?" "No, sir."
"I always think of you with your nose in your books, not outside getting your hands dirty." He gives her an approving smile.
... always think of you... ... always think of you... ... always... you...
"It's kind of late in the year to undertake such a big thing like this, don't you think?" She takes off her glasses and twirls them in her fingers. She looks straight at Hirada.
"I dreamed that we were swimming together last nigh