They were taking big chunks and shoving them in their mouths… they were like animals, and they sure as hell weren’t like us anymore—not with those eyes. One minute, U.S. Army Reserve Soldier Michael Cross is in college. The next, he’s in the middle of the zombie apocalypse. In the
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911, what’s your emergency? Hello, my daughter went to a graduation party last night, and she didn’t come home. She hasn’t been home yet. One day, eighteen-year-old Danny had a bright future
Every now and then, it’s nice to have a quick, short
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Imagine waking up one morning to alerts from the Emergency Broadcast System: Stay inside. Keep your blinds closed. And, whatever you do … Don’t look at the sky. That’s how the
It’s never been so quiet… so dark. There’s something about the press of absolute silence, the whole consuming blackness that leaves me just a little… I don’t know… breathless. Janus is the
Seeking Tanis. Runner Available. A mysterious ad on Craigslist and an otherwise-unmemorable short story published in Strange Worlds magazine called Where Is Tanis is the inspiration for Tanis, the podcast. From
New patient. Session 1. Female. Mid-twenties. No history of psychological counseling. She was skittish when making her appointment. Condition unknown. We’ve all heard the stories of businesses that were started in a
Cute penguins aside, there’s something inherently creepy about Antarctica. I suspect it’s the feeling of getting a pretty decent glimpse of what being in outer space might be like. Sure, there’s
“Welcome, dear listeners, welcome to the Vault of Horror! I’m so glad for the company. So few dare to make their way down here… they just don’t have the guts!” Who could
On the surface, this podcast seems like it would be right up my alley. A snowed-in dinner party during which guests are murdered, one by one, ala Agatha Christie’s And Then
“Welcome, friend. Have a seat by the fire. Make yourself… comfortable.” Campfire Radio Theater The sound of a crackling fire. The yellow and orange lights flickering over the faces of your companions
Imagine a world where the pandemic isn’t a virus that affects everyone, but rather an epidemic of women who turn into dragons. Dragons who eat men. That’s the premise of The
“I am here today, fellow riders of the Red Line, to secure your support for transit transition, a railway revolution, a subway secession.” Take a moment to consider what the alternative universe
