“AWAITING INPUT” and 4 More Terrifying Stories of Fiction! #WeirdDarkness #CreepypastaThursday

IN THIS EPISODE: Are you feeling a bit unlike your normal self nowadays? Micah Edwards understands, and tells us his own thoughts in the story “I’m Not Myself These Days”. We’ll read a few “Letters From Ben” by author Nick Botic. Jackson Barnard brings us an interesting techno-creepypasta in the story “Awaiting Input”. And we’ll end with a longer creepypasta that Redditors will eat up; it’s a tale by Holly Riordan called, “I Played a Game On Reddit”. But first, we’ll begin with Fritz Bassus as he brings us a very appropriately titled creepypasta, “I Don’t Experience Thursdays!”

“THE WENDIGO” by Algernon Blackwood #WeirdDarkness

“The Wendigo” is a novella written by Algernon Blackwood. It was originally published in the 1910 collection “The Lost Valley and Other Stories” which I’ve placed a link to in the show notes. The story involves a hunting party that gets separated in the Canadian wilderness in search for moose. One of the party members is abducted by the legendary Wendigo. Fellow author Robert Aickman once said of the story, it’s “…one of the (possibly) six great masterpieces in the field”. Here’s hoping you agree with him.

“THE NEIGHBOR” and 3 More Creepy Fictional Stories! #WeirdDarkness #CreepypastaThursday

It’s Creepypasta Thursday! I have four stories to share with you! The first three are all from Weirdo family members! JohnlockedDancer brings the original short story, “I’m a Freebatch Shipper”. Cole Smallwood sent me his creepy tale called “The Beastly Dog Pack”. And John Parrish submitted his fiction story, “The Neighbor.” And later, it’s a longer creepypasta from author Stephanie Scissom called “To Keep a Promise”. Now.. bolt your doors, lock your windows, turn off your lights, and come with me into the Weird Darkness!

“THE CASK OF AMONTILLADO” by Edgar Allan Poe #WeirdDarkness

Fortunato had hurt me a thousand times and I had suffered quietly. But then I learned that he had laughed at my proud name, Montresor, the name of an old and honored family. I promised myself that I would make him pay for this — that I would have revenge. You must not suppose, however, that I spoke of this to anyone. I would make him pay, yes; but I would act only with the greatest care. I must not suffer as a result of taking my revenge. A wrong is not made right in that manner. And also the wrong would not be made right unless Fortunato knew that he was paying and knew who was forcing him to pay.