December 3, 2025 • 43 mins
Looking for a chilling Christmas horror story with ghosts, storms, and a cursed secret? This holiday horror episode of Weekly Spooky takes you to the Florida coast on Christmas Eve, where there’s no snow—just black water, violent wind, and something in the dark that refuses to let go.
Chet Miller is a grieving widower spending Christmas alone in Nokomis, Florida, the TV off and a vintage Christmas radio humming carols in the corner. When a sudden Christmas hurricane slams into the coast, he refuses to evacuate. He’s convinced his late wife is still with him in the house, and he won’t abandon her memory… or the mysterious leather journal he keeps close at hand. As the storm intensifies outside, the whispers inside his home grow stronger, and the line between grief and haunting starts to tear open.
With floodwater creeping under the door, power lines snapping, and that old radio picking up voices it shouldn’t, Chet finds himself trapped between the rising storm and a presence that wants more than his company. Is it the ghost of the woman he loved, or something far older answering a desperate, dangerous wish? On this night, the biggest threat may not be the hurricane—but what he invited in when nobody was listening.
If you love Christmas ghost stories, coastal horror, and supernatural thrillers where the weather and the haunting hit at the same time, this creepy Christmas podcast episode is the perfect dark companion for your winter nights. Turn off the lights, turn up the volume, and find out what happens when the weather outside is more than just frightful.
The Weather Outside Is Frightful — by Charles Campbell
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Chet Miller is a grieving widower spending Christmas alone in Nokomis, Florida, the TV off and a vintage Christmas radio humming carols in the corner. When a sudden Christmas hurricane slams into the coast, he refuses to evacuate. He’s convinced his late wife is still with him in the house, and he won’t abandon her memory… or the mysterious leather journal he keeps close at hand. As the storm intensifies outside, the whispers inside his home grow stronger, and the line between grief and haunting starts to tear open.
With floodwater creeping under the door, power lines snapping, and that old radio picking up voices it shouldn’t, Chet finds himself trapped between the rising storm and a presence that wants more than his company. Is it the ghost of the woman he loved, or something far older answering a desperate, dangerous wish? On this night, the biggest threat may not be the hurricane—but what he invited in when nobody was listening.
If you love Christmas ghost stories, coastal horror, and supernatural thrillers where the weather and the haunting hit at the same time, this creepy Christmas podcast episode is the perfect dark companion for your winter nights. Turn off the lights, turn up the volume, and find out what happens when the weather outside is more than just frightful.
The Weather Outside Is Frightful — by Charles Campbell
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🎉 Unlock exclusive bonus episodes and support the show on Patreon!
👉 WeeklySpooky.com/Join
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🎵 Music by Ray Mattis 👉 Check out Ray’s incredible work here !
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🎥 Produced by: Daniel Wilder
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Speaker 1 (00:02):
The wind is screaming, the walls are shaking, and a
surprise Christmas hurricane is tearing Chats Florida home to pieces.
But he won't leave because his dead wife is still
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sitting at the kitchen table. How did you get in here? Ho? Ho?
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What's that you want to be scared? Come with me?
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it's Christmas Eve on the Gulf Coast. The lights are twinkling,
the eggnog is poured, and the forecast says nothing worse
than a chilly rain, no snow, no blizzard, just a
quiet night for families to gather and remember the ones
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they've lost. Now, imagine one of those families is broken.
A widower refuses to leave the house he shared with
his wife because he swears she's still sitting beside him.
He talks to her, hears her whisper in the rattling windows.
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You see the storm rolling in off the ocean isn't
just wind and rain. It's carrying something that remembers a
promise made in secret and sealed with hair, blood and ink.
And tonight it's coming to collect. The weather outside is
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frightful by Charles Campbell Nokamus Florida, Chrismas eve Chet Miller
stared out the kitchen window of his two bedroom home.
It was a little chilly this evening, but nothing out
of the ordinary. He lived in a Gulf town and
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hurricane season was supposedly over. Funny thing about weather, even
with all the advances in pattern technology, Doppler radar and
what not, is that it can still show you its
fury with nary a warning when it wants to. Chet
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was a widower. His angel of a wife, Erica, passed
away the year before. Their only child, a daughter named
Summer after their favorite season. Lived in North Augusta, South Carolina,
with her husband, Micky Toole, whom she met in college.
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No grands yet, but Summer was still a young woman.
When they last spoke, Summer stopped just shy of begging
him to spend Christmas with her and Micky, but Chet resisted.
It wasn't the almost nine hour drive that kept him
in nochomus. It was the ghost of Erica that wouldn't
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let him leave. You know you can go, Erica whispered
softly in Chet's ear, and leave you here all alone.
I would never leave you. Chet replied, he could feel
his wife's sweet breath tickle his neck. There's a storm coming,
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My dear, you must go. I'll be fine, Erica said,
and placed her ghostly hand on Chet's cheek. Her touch
was so very cold and so very welcome. There is
no storm coming. You're just trying to trick me into leaving.
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But I know what will happen when I leave, and
so do you. Chet said. He was met with silence
and knew this particular conversation was over. Chet turned in early.
His body was weary, but his mind was buzzing. Lay
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in darkness, looking through the ceiling into the abyss above him.
Thunder rolled like a midnight train to nowhere. There's a
storm coming, My dear, you must go, echoed in his mind.
Rain pelted the roof with reckless abandon and the whistle
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of wind grew in pitch Chat just laid there. North Augusta,
South Carolina, nine pm, Christmas Eve. Mickey. Wake up, Summer said,
as she shook her husband awake. He had a little
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too much eggnog. What time is it. It's not time
for Santa Claus. Mickey replied with a humorous grogginess. Something's
wrong with daddy. Huh? What he in the hospital, Micky asked,
now fully awake. No, I just I have a feeling,
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a feeling, Just call him, Micky said. Summer grabbed her
phone and did just that. Her brow furrowed as she
quickly ended the call. I think his phone is dead.
It went straight to voicemail. Summer said, do you want
me to call Nakomas PD and see if they'll do
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a wellness check. He may have turned it off and
went to bed early. They might wake him up when
they go banging on his door. Micky said, I don't know.
I guess I'll try him again first thing in the morning,
and if he doesn't answer, then I'll call the station.
Summer replied she felt defeated and helpless her father there
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never seemed to be his old chip her self after
her mother had died. Summer remembered the funk she fell
into when her mother passed, and it was Mickey that
helped her out of it. They both tried to help
her father, but he insisted he was okay and for
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her to go home with her husband. Erica and Chet
both approved of Mickey stable guy with a mild demeanor.
He was emotionally right for their daughter. And Summer would
need his calmness in the storm of her mother's death.
The couple stayed up until just after midnight, and Summer
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resisted the urge to call her father one more time
before they turned in Nochmus, Florida. It was the fierce
wind that made Chet rise from bed. He grabbed the
remote and turned on the television, where a b C
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affiliate Channel seven was reporting on unexpected severe weather. The
Santa tracker that normally scrolled along the bottom of the
screen was replaced with shelter in place warnings it was
too late for any sort of evacuation. Meteorologist Enriquet Fields
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was telling folks to batten down the hatches as best
they could because they were assuredly going to lose power. Well, Erica,
I guess you were right, Chet said with a smile,
and meandered into the kitchen, where he popped a Kyrig
cup into the fancy coffee machine Summer gifted him on
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his sixtieth birthday. One of the kitchen table chairs slid
out on its own, inviting Chet to sit down. Why,
thank you, dear, Chet said, before taking a seat. The
wind was really howling now and he was surprised the
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main power hadn't kicked off already. Erica and Chet learned
many years ago that living in a Gulf town required
having a generator at the ready in case of a
sudden power outage. They had a fancy generak generator that
would activate automatically when the power went out, and Chad
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had a feeling that it wouldn't be long. Now do
you remember when we met, Erica asked, the welcome cold
sensation engulfed his hand. I do you were working at
Sea Treasures and Pleasures, and I was this young out
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of towner looking for work. Chet fondly recalled. Alarms filled
the air, the lights flickered, and the generator kicked on.
The television went off, not that Chet needed it, because
he was stuck right there, sitting in the kitchen with
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the ghost of his beloved on a super early Christmas morning.
The curig finished brewing his coffee. I'll be right back,
Chet said as he stood before grabbing his hot cup
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of straight black java. Chet turned on the old snoopy
transistor radio that sat in the kitchen window since Summer
left home. It was the same kind he had as
a kid, and Chet bought one from eBay when Summer
was a child. She outgrew it and left it behind,
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but Chet treasured it and smiled when he heard jingle
bells playing from its tiny speaker. If this was his
last morning on Earth, then listening to Snoopy amid Christmas
music while reminiscing with his deceased wife wasn't a bad
way to go. Chet's cell phone was lying on the
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kitchen counter and he wanted to leave it there, but
he knew Summer would call him. That's why he turned
it off. He loved his daughter so very much, but
Chet knew she would make a last ditch effort for
him to stay with them over Christmas. In his heart,
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Chet wanted to, but he somehow knew if he did,
his connection to Erica would be severed, and that was
out of the question. Summer didn't know the ghost of
her mother was still with him, and Chet was also
afraid if she ever found out, that would also make
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Erica go away, and if she really learned the truth,
it may take Summer out of his life. Chet felt
the chill as he walked back to his chair. You
should have left, Erica said, no, I shouldn't have. My
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place is here with you, Chet replied. Jingle bells was
followed by Santa claus Is coming to town. The walls
started to vibrate and Chet could hear shingles being ripped
off the roof, sheets of asphalt and fiberglass sent screaming
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into oblivion. What if I told you that I'm not Erica?
The voice suddenly changed into something sinister, and Chet didn't flinch.
Stop trying to trick me into leaving. It's too late
for that, and we both know it. Chet said, Oh,
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I didn't want to leave you. I want you to
reflect on why you killed me. Erica said, what, I
didn't kill you? What are you talking about? Chet shouted.
Outside of the radio and noises from the fierce storm,
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there was silence. Chet stood The windows were liable to
give soon unless things subsided and quickly. There were a
couple of small palm trees in the backyard, but nothing
too substantial. He wasn't sure it was a hurricane, but
it was definitely one hillacious tropical storm. Why would you
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say that I love you? I would I would never
kill you. Chet broke the quiet, and there was no
immediate retort. She had to know it was way too
late for him to throw his shit in the truck
and move it on down the road. Anyone driving in
this shit had a death wish that would surely be granted.
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Sounds of splintering wood didn't seem to bother Chet. The
music coming from Charlie Brown's pup changed. Oh, the weather
outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful. And
since we've no place to go, let it snow, Let
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it snow, Let it snow. There is no snow, there
is no fire. Chet chuckled, There's only us. Erica replied,
there's only us. Chet repeated and sipped his coffee as
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their home was on its way to being torn apart.
Two a m. North Augusta, South Carolina. He's not answering, shit,
He's not answering. Summer was panicking. A severe weather warning
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shrieked from her phone ten minutes before. But it wasn't
for North Augusta. It was a tropical storm morning for
Nochmus on fucking Christmas morning. You want to get in
the car and drive nine hours, Mickey said, without realizing
how insensitive it came across. Yes, that's exactly what I
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want to do. We can call the police on the way,
but I doubt they'll go out in that mess. And
he's my father. I should have made him stay with us.
Something told me leaving him alone for Christmas was a
bad idea. At the very least. We should have spent
our Christmas down there, even if it was in a hotel,
Summer said, letting it all out at once. She was
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already getting dressed because she was leaving, with or without Mickey.
Of course Mickey was going. He was a good man.
The roof had given up, most of its shingles and
boards were being severely tested, but so far the house
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was holding on. It's time to tell the truth before
the floodwaters take the house. Erica said, I don't know
what you're talking about. Chet replied, you remember what you
told Summer the day I died. Of course I do.
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Come home. Your mother went to meet the Lord, is
what I remember. Erica reminded, that is what I said.
Chet agreed. So how come I didn't meet the Lord?
Why am I stuck in this prison with you? As
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long as you stay in this town, I can't leave.
You know it, and I know it. I can't let
you go, my dear, I just can't You killed me
because you knew I was going to leave you. You
killed me because you knew I wasn't satisfied with my life.
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You killed me because you were too selfish to let
me go. And somehow, through some way, we're going to
find out this Christmas morning is how you knew I
would be trapped here? Do you need to die for
me to be free? Erica asked, who says you won't
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stay trapped even upon my death? Chet asked it was
his first step toward confession. His ankles were wet. The
kitchen was beginning to flood as Chet nursed his coffee,
but old Snoopy kept playing that song on a loop.
All the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is
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so delightful. And since we've no place to go, let
it snow, let it snow, Let it snow. Mid August
two years ago, Chet, are you packed? Oh? Wow? You
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cooked breakfast? Erica asked as she strolled into the house. Yeah,
just need to load the car, Go, eat your eggs
and drink your coffee. Then we'll hit the road. Chet
replied as he passed by, wheeling two suitcases, one for
him and the other for her, and parked them by
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the front door. Too bad, Erica didn't know his was empty.
Summer is going to be so surprised she doesn't know
we're coming, Chet asked, well, she may have an idea.
Erica sheepishly admitted. He must have told Mickey we were
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coming to see the birthday girl, and I'm pretty sure
his loose lips probably let Summer know not long after.
Is that about right? Erica nodded. Well, let's eat, Chet said,
his mouth lingering on the rim of his coffee cup
as Erica took full SIPs. Okay, I'm ready, Erica began,
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before she clutched her chest and fell to her knees.
She was suddenly gasping for breath as her eyes fixed
on Chet. Oh no, oh, no. Chet moved quickly to
his wife and eased her onto her back on the
kitchen floor. Her breathing was erratic and rough. She blinked
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rapidly as darkness consumed her. I love you, Chet whispered
into her ear as she slipped away from this world
into the somewhere in between. I'm sorry, Erica, but I
found it and there's no way I can live without you,
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Chet said, as her body lay lifeless he retrieved a small,
leather bound book from her bedroom. It was hidden in
the top corner of his closet. He then grabbed scissors
from the kitchen's desert nted junk drawer. Chet placed the
book on the kitchen table, knelt beside his deceased wife,
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and neatly clipped a lock of her more white than
gray hair. This should do it, he whispered as he
kissed Erica's still warm forehead. He placed the hair inside
the open book. Chet removed the safety pin affixed to
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his collar and pricked his index finger, a single blood
drop falling onto the hair. Then he abruptly closed the book.
He sucked on his finger for a second before pressing
a folded paper towel onto it. For a few more seconds.
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That's all it took for it to stop bleeding. Chet
then grabbed the book with both hands and uttered a
simple sentence, A deal is a deal. There was a
returning soft whisper in his ear. A deal is a deal.
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She will return in the morning. Chet returned their suitcases
to the closet after carefully unpacking Erica's. Then he called
nine one one and began cpr per The dispatcher's instructions.
Already knowing she was beyond medical help. Erica would be
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pronounced dead on the scene. When the paramedics arrived, Chet
would break down in tears and anguish like a devoted
husband should, before calling Summer and giving the grim news
come home. Your mother went to meet the lord. Chet said.
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There was a long pause. There was an almost endless
gap of shock before Summer released a howl that pierced
Chet's soul. Her phone hit the floor, and Chet could
hear Miki asking her what was wrong. Chet hung up
before Micky picked the phone from the floor. Chet ignored
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the subsequent call back. They would get there soon enough,
first flight out, he supposed, as the paramedics left with
his dead wife in tow to the county coroner. The
police arrived and Chet gave them full permission to search
the house. He kept the little bound book in his pocket.
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They found nothing suspicious, but still took him down town
for routine questions, as was the standard for such cases
involving the death of a spouse in the home. Suspicious
or not, The death was ruled a mio cardial infarction,
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more commonly known as a heart attack, Christmas morning, present day. Oh,
the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful.
And since we've no place to go, let it snow,
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Let it snow, Let it snow. Remember this, Chet asked,
holding up the leather bound notebook as he sloshed his
way back into the bedroom and returned to his seat.
Through some miracle, the windows hadn't shattered, but the water
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was now ankle deep. The wind was still fierce but steady,
not really gaining strength, but still violent. You know I do?
Is that why you killed me? I wasn't cheating on you, Chet,
I just wasn't happy, Erica said, as an invisible hand
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ripped the note book from Chet's grasp. The page turned
and she saw the lock of hair pressed inside, along
with Chets long dried blood drop. Chet snatched the note
book back. After all we've been through the years we've
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been together, you were going to throw it away like
yesterday's news. I've loved you since the day I set
eyes on you, Chet blurted. So you killed me for it?
And why is my hair in that book? And why
did you feel the need to read my private journal?
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And is the blood yours or mine? And The most
important question is how did you trap me here? Erica
hit him with one query after another. Okay, I'll explain
it all. The day before we were going to see Summer,
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I was pulling our bags from the closet. Mine was
stuck in the corner, and I had to give it
a good tug to get it loose. When it gave,
I bumped the wall pretty hard and the journal fell
from the shelf above. You must have wedged it somewhere
up there to keep it from prying eyes. But my
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eyes weren't prying. My eyes were surprised. I thought we
were good. I thought we were more than good. That
was until I opened the journal and got up to
speed real quick. The part where you said you were
going to ask ask for a divorce after we returned
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from Summers, I guess that was what tipped the scales,
And from what I read, you were dead set on it.
There could be no wiggle room, no counseling, no chance
for me to work on whatever it was you weren't
happy with. So a little yellow oleander in your morning
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coffee is what gave you the heart attack, And the
deal I made the night before keeps you here. Chet
finished deal. You made a deal with who the devil?
Erica asked, No, not exactly, Chet replied. Suddenly, the wind
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outside accelerated to category three levels. The wood from the
roof was lifted away, and Chet could see the darkness
above him. Snoopy kept, Oh, the weather outside is frightful,
but the fire is so delightful. And since we've no
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place to go, let it snow, Let it snow, Let
it snow. Who did you make a deal with, Erica
screamed above the storm. The rain pelted Chet in the face,
and he smiled. He didn't anticipate this would be the
way it would end for him, a heated exchange with
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a woman he loved with all of his heart. He
could count the number of arguments they had when she
was living on one hand. But this wasn't really an argument.
Erica just wanted to know with whom he made this deal.
Chet wouldn't have to answer that question. A dark, cloaked
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figure suddenly materialized in the flooded kitchen. His amber skin
and fiery eyes could see her, really see her. Chet
could only hear her, and he could feel her when
she wanted him to. But this entity looked directly into
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her deep blue eyes. He made the deal with me,
the cloaked one said, and continued. He asked for a
way to keep you away, to honor your vows, you know,
till death do us part. If the ghostly apparition that
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was now Erica could gasp, she would have What are you,
she asked, I've been known by many names, the cloaked
figure said. Deal is a deal. Chet said and continued,
don't hurt her her. How can I hurt her? She's
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already dead, the cloaked one replied, Get out. Erica screamed,
and the temperature in what was left of the home
dropped thirty degrees. Her fury was rivaling the storm. Chat
stood helplessly in now. You asked me a question that
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I intend to answer. I've been seemingly destroyed a few
times over, but every time the job doesn't get entirely done,
they leave an ember behind, and that's all I need
to come back. When your husband reached out in his
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anger and grief, he stoked that ember enough that he
could strike this deal. All it took was a talisman.
Let's say your journal, a lock of hair and the
blood of Chet. I've always had a knack for trapping
folks between here and him. My name is Mazus, and
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I am many things, but primarily I'm a sole collector,
a soul collector. Erica asked, well, children were my forte,
but demon beggars can't be choosers. And his cry for
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you woke me reminded me of a love I once
tried to destroy between a couple of kids that ended
in damn near my annihilation. They were so strong, and
so were their allies. Mazus said, why can't I make
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you happy? Chet asked, sobbing in the rain, Mazus grinned.
The snoopy radio was now lying under water on the
kitchen floor, but that song still filled the torn space
that used to be a room. Oh the weather outside
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is frightful, but the fire is so delightful. And since
we've no place to go, let it snow, Let it snow,
Let it snow. I needed to leave, and I should
have told you much sooner. My love for you changed.
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I still loved you, but I wasn't in love with you.
I felt that way for years, but because you were
so good to me, I just kept telling myself that
I should be thankful that I have a man that
loved me the way you did. But that wasn't enough.
I repeatedly wrote it in the journals I've kept over
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the years, and if I'm being honest with myself and you,
I wanted you to find it. It would be easier
if you found it and confronted me about it than
having the words come from my lips. But I certainly
never thought in my wildest dreams that you would kill
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me over it, much less make a deal with a
beggar demon to trap me here and you, Mazus, what
happens next? Erica got it all out. Chet stared at
the empty space that Mazus was smiling from ear to ear,
looking at Bravo Erica, what happens now is Chet will
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die in this storm when I remove my protection. How
else do you think he's still standing there? Then I
will consume both of your souls and move to the next.
Two elderly souls will not bring me back to where
I eventually return, but I have to stop licking my
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wounds at some point and run it back, as the
kids now say, Mazu said as he walked toward Chet.
The room got even colder. That won't stop me, Mazu said,
as smoke rose from his skin. His eyes were fire
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red and his black fangs glistened in the rain. The
song kept playing.
Speaker 2 (36:36):
Oh, the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is
so delightful. And since we've no place to go, let
it snow, Let it snow, Let it snow.
Speaker 1 (36:53):
Give me the journal, chet, Erica said. The room got
even colder. Mazus's demon smile dissipated. What are you doing, woman,
Mazus says, give me the journal, chet, Erica repeated. Chet
moved toward his wife, still not seeing her. He needs
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it to complete the deal. The room got even colder.
Give me the journal, Chet, or you'll die where you stand,
Mazus commanded, give it to me. Erica whispered in Chet's ear.
He gripped it tightly. She wasn't the one bound here. Chet.
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If you die before giving me the journal, you will
never leave. Mazus screamed. The cold engulfed him. He couldn't move.
Mazus could only hold out a claw. It was the
cold she had brought, the cold she brought to protect
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the man that killed her. Why didn't you love me anymore?
Chet asked again. I don't have an answer, but I
know your love for me never died. So give me
the journal and we can end this. Chet could hardly
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believe his eyes. He could see her, but it was
a much younger version of her, strawberry blonde hair, rosy cheeks,
and a youthful smile. She was wearing a red and
green Christmas dress. She was so beautiful. Oh my, sweet Erica.
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Chet's hand tremble. Mazeus was fuming. That's it, handed over.
Erica said, Oh my sweet Erica, why don't you love me?
Chet asked, before he abruptly turned and threw the book
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at the demon. A Deal's a deal where Chet's final words.
Mazeus laughed as Chet fell to the floor. He was
deader than shit. Erica screamed as Mazus opened his cloak
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and pulled her in for an old broad She tasted
pretty good. Mazeus was back on his way. Florida was
a great place to regroup. It was almost three in
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the afternoon on Christmas Day when Summer and Mickey got word.
They were waiting in the neighboring town of Venice, as
Nochamus had taken the brunt of the unexpected hurricane. The
police chief, Stanley Vance, gave her the sad news that
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her father's body was found near where his home once stood.
The home was gone. He was literally carrying the only
physical items recovered. It was a soaked, snoopy transistor radio
and a leather bound notebook that was in better shape
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than it should have been. Summer burst into tears in
Mickey's arms, the radio came to life. Oh, the weather
outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful. And
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since we've no place to go, let it snow, Let
it snow, Let it snow. And there you have it,
my spookies, the first of many terror tales to make
sure your holiday stays merry and blight. Eh. Not the
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best one, but not bad either. A little reminder that
sometimes the thing howling outside your window isn't nearly as
dangerous as the promises you made in the dark. Now,
don't think the storm is over yet, because tomorrow we
move inland straight into a crowded church on Christmas Eve.
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We're trading flooded floors for creaking pews, a haunted Florida
house for a perfect little Christmas pageant where every halo
is straight, every Carol is on key and something in
the back Pew is watching the show a little too closely.
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The wind is screaming, the walls are shaking, and a
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But he won't leave because his dead wife is still
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sitting at the kitchen table. How did you get in here? Ho? Ho?
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it's Christmas Eve on the Gulf Coast. The lights are twinkling,
the eggnog is poured, and the forecast says nothing worse
than a chilly rain, no snow, no blizzard, just a
quiet night for families to gather and remember the ones
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they've lost. Now, imagine one of those families is broken.
A widower refuses to leave the house he shared with
his wife because he swears she's still sitting beside him.
He talks to her, hears her whisper in the rattling windows.
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You see the storm rolling in off the ocean isn't
just wind and rain. It's carrying something that remembers a
promise made in secret and sealed with hair, blood and ink.
And tonight it's coming to collect. The weather outside is
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frightful by Charles Campbell Nokamus Florida, Chrismas eve Chet Miller
stared out the kitchen window of his two bedroom home.
It was a little chilly this evening, but nothing out
of the ordinary. He lived in a Gulf town and
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hurricane season was supposedly over. Funny thing about weather, even
with all the advances in pattern technology, Doppler radar and
what not, is that it can still show you its
fury with nary a warning when it wants to. Chet
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was a widower. His angel of a wife, Erica, passed
away the year before. Their only child, a daughter named
Summer after their favorite season. Lived in North Augusta, South Carolina,
with her husband, Micky Toole, whom she met in college.
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No grands yet, but Summer was still a young woman.
When they last spoke, Summer stopped just shy of begging
him to spend Christmas with her and Micky, but Chet resisted.
It wasn't the almost nine hour drive that kept him
in nochomus. It was the ghost of Erica that wouldn't
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let him leave. You know you can go, Erica whispered
softly in Chet's ear, and leave you here all alone.
I would never leave you. Chet replied, he could feel
his wife's sweet breath tickle his neck. There's a storm coming,
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My dear, you must go. I'll be fine, Erica said,
and placed her ghostly hand on Chet's cheek. Her touch
was so very cold and so very welcome. There is
no storm coming. You're just trying to trick me into leaving.
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But I know what will happen when I leave, and
so do you. Chet said. He was met with silence
and knew this particular conversation was over. Chet turned in early.
His body was weary, but his mind was buzzing. Lay
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in darkness, looking through the ceiling into the abyss above him.
Thunder rolled like a midnight train to nowhere. There's a
storm coming, My dear, you must go, echoed in his mind.
Rain pelted the roof with reckless abandon and the whistle
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of wind grew in pitch Chat just laid there. North Augusta,
South Carolina, nine pm, Christmas Eve. Mickey. Wake up, Summer said,
as she shook her husband awake. He had a little
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too much eggnog. What time is it. It's not time
for Santa Claus. Mickey replied with a humorous grogginess. Something's
wrong with daddy. Huh? What he in the hospital, Micky asked,
now fully awake. No, I just I have a feeling,
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a feeling, Just call him, Micky said. Summer grabbed her
phone and did just that. Her brow furrowed as she
quickly ended the call. I think his phone is dead.
It went straight to voicemail. Summer said, do you want
me to call Nakomas PD and see if they'll do
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a wellness check. He may have turned it off and
went to bed early. They might wake him up when
they go banging on his door. Micky said, I don't know.
I guess I'll try him again first thing in the morning,
and if he doesn't answer, then I'll call the station.
Summer replied she felt defeated and helpless her father there
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never seemed to be his old chip her self after
her mother had died. Summer remembered the funk she fell
into when her mother passed, and it was Mickey that
helped her out of it. They both tried to help
her father, but he insisted he was okay and for
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her to go home with her husband. Erica and Chet
both approved of Mickey stable guy with a mild demeanor.
He was emotionally right for their daughter. And Summer would
need his calmness in the storm of her mother's death.
The couple stayed up until just after midnight, and Summer
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resisted the urge to call her father one more time
before they turned in Nochmus, Florida. It was the fierce
wind that made Chet rise from bed. He grabbed the
remote and turned on the television, where a b C
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affiliate Channel seven was reporting on unexpected severe weather. The
Santa tracker that normally scrolled along the bottom of the
screen was replaced with shelter in place warnings it was
too late for any sort of evacuation. Meteorologist Enriquet Fields
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was telling folks to batten down the hatches as best
they could because they were assuredly going to lose power. Well, Erica,
I guess you were right, Chet said with a smile,
and meandered into the kitchen, where he popped a Kyrig
cup into the fancy coffee machine Summer gifted him on
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his sixtieth birthday. One of the kitchen table chairs slid
out on its own, inviting Chet to sit down. Why,
thank you, dear, Chet said, before taking a seat. The
wind was really howling now and he was surprised the
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main power hadn't kicked off already. Erica and Chet learned
many years ago that living in a Gulf town required
having a generator at the ready in case of a
sudden power outage. They had a fancy generak generator that
would activate automatically when the power went out, and Chad
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had a feeling that it wouldn't be long. Now do
you remember when we met, Erica asked, the welcome cold
sensation engulfed his hand. I do you were working at
Sea Treasures and Pleasures, and I was this young out
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of towner looking for work. Chet fondly recalled. Alarms filled
the air, the lights flickered, and the generator kicked on.
The television went off, not that Chet needed it, because
he was stuck right there, sitting in the kitchen with
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the ghost of his beloved on a super early Christmas morning.
The curig finished brewing his coffee. I'll be right back,
Chet said as he stood before grabbing his hot cup
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of straight black java. Chet turned on the old snoopy
transistor radio that sat in the kitchen window since Summer
left home. It was the same kind he had as
a kid, and Chet bought one from eBay when Summer
was a child. She outgrew it and left it behind,
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but Chet treasured it and smiled when he heard jingle
bells playing from its tiny speaker. If this was his
last morning on Earth, then listening to Snoopy amid Christmas
music while reminiscing with his deceased wife wasn't a bad
way to go. Chet's cell phone was lying on the
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kitchen counter and he wanted to leave it there, but
he knew Summer would call him. That's why he turned
it off. He loved his daughter so very much, but
Chet knew she would make a last ditch effort for
him to stay with them over Christmas. In his heart,
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Chet wanted to, but he somehow knew if he did,
his connection to Erica would be severed, and that was
out of the question. Summer didn't know the ghost of
her mother was still with him, and Chet was also
afraid if she ever found out, that would also make
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Erica go away, and if she really learned the truth,
it may take Summer out of his life. Chet felt
the chill as he walked back to his chair. You
should have left, Erica said, no, I shouldn't have. My
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place is here with you, Chet replied. Jingle bells was
followed by Santa claus Is coming to town. The walls
started to vibrate and Chet could hear shingles being ripped
off the roof, sheets of asphalt and fiberglass sent screaming
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into oblivion. What if I told you that I'm not Erica?
The voice suddenly changed into something sinister, and Chet didn't flinch.
Stop trying to trick me into leaving. It's too late
for that, and we both know it. Chet said, Oh,
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I didn't want to leave you. I want you to
reflect on why you killed me. Erica said, what, I
didn't kill you? What are you talking about? Chet shouted.
Outside of the radio and noises from the fierce storm,
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there was silence. Chet stood The windows were liable to
give soon unless things subsided and quickly. There were a
couple of small palm trees in the backyard, but nothing
too substantial. He wasn't sure it was a hurricane, but
it was definitely one hillacious tropical storm. Why would you
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say that I love you? I would I would never
kill you. Chet broke the quiet, and there was no
immediate retort. She had to know it was way too
late for him to throw his shit in the truck
and move it on down the road. Anyone driving in
this shit had a death wish that would surely be granted.
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Sounds of splintering wood didn't seem to bother Chet. The
music coming from Charlie Brown's pup changed. Oh, the weather
outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful. And
since we've no place to go, let it snow, Let
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it snow, Let it snow. There is no snow, there
is no fire. Chet chuckled, There's only us. Erica replied,
there's only us. Chet repeated and sipped his coffee as
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their home was on its way to being torn apart.
Two a m. North Augusta, South Carolina. He's not answering, shit,
He's not answering. Summer was panicking. A severe weather warning
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shrieked from her phone ten minutes before. But it wasn't
for North Augusta. It was a tropical storm morning for
Nochmus on fucking Christmas morning. You want to get in
the car and drive nine hours, Mickey said, without realizing
how insensitive it came across. Yes, that's exactly what I
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want to do. We can call the police on the way,
but I doubt they'll go out in that mess. And
he's my father. I should have made him stay with us.
Something told me leaving him alone for Christmas was a
bad idea. At the very least. We should have spent
our Christmas down there, even if it was in a hotel,
Summer said, letting it all out at once. She was
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already getting dressed because she was leaving, with or without Mickey.
Of course Mickey was going. He was a good man.
The roof had given up, most of its shingles and
boards were being severely tested, but so far the house
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was holding on. It's time to tell the truth before
the floodwaters take the house. Erica said, I don't know
what you're talking about. Chet replied, you remember what you
told Summer the day I died. Of course I do.
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Come home. Your mother went to meet the Lord, is
what I remember. Erica reminded, that is what I said.
Chet agreed. So how come I didn't meet the Lord?
Why am I stuck in this prison with you? As
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long as you stay in this town, I can't leave.
You know it, and I know it. I can't let
you go, my dear, I just can't You killed me
because you knew I was going to leave you. You
killed me because you knew I wasn't satisfied with my life.
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You killed me because you were too selfish to let
me go. And somehow, through some way, we're going to
find out this Christmas morning is how you knew I
would be trapped here? Do you need to die for
me to be free? Erica asked, who says you won't
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stay trapped even upon my death? Chet asked it was
his first step toward confession. His ankles were wet. The
kitchen was beginning to flood as Chet nursed his coffee,
but old Snoopy kept playing that song on a loop.
All the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is
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so delightful. And since we've no place to go, let
it snow, let it snow, Let it snow. Mid August
two years ago, Chet, are you packed? Oh? Wow? You
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cooked breakfast? Erica asked as she strolled into the house. Yeah,
just need to load the car, Go, eat your eggs
and drink your coffee. Then we'll hit the road. Chet
replied as he passed by, wheeling two suitcases, one for
him and the other for her, and parked them by
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the front door. Too bad, Erica didn't know his was empty.
Summer is going to be so surprised she doesn't know
we're coming, Chet asked, well, she may have an idea.
Erica sheepishly admitted. He must have told Mickey we were
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coming to see the birthday girl, and I'm pretty sure
his loose lips probably let Summer know not long after.
Is that about right? Erica nodded. Well, let's eat, Chet said,
his mouth lingering on the rim of his coffee cup
as Erica took full SIPs. Okay, I'm ready, Erica began,
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before she clutched her chest and fell to her knees.
She was suddenly gasping for breath as her eyes fixed
on Chet. Oh no, oh, no. Chet moved quickly to
his wife and eased her onto her back on the
kitchen floor. Her breathing was erratic and rough. She blinked
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rapidly as darkness consumed her. I love you, Chet whispered
into her ear as she slipped away from this world
into the somewhere in between. I'm sorry, Erica, but I
found it and there's no way I can live without you,
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Chet said, as her body lay lifeless he retrieved a small,
leather bound book from her bedroom. It was hidden in
the top corner of his closet. He then grabbed scissors
from the kitchen's desert nted junk drawer. Chet placed the
book on the kitchen table, knelt beside his deceased wife,
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and neatly clipped a lock of her more white than
gray hair. This should do it, he whispered as he
kissed Erica's still warm forehead. He placed the hair inside
the open book. Chet removed the safety pin affixed to
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his collar and pricked his index finger, a single blood
drop falling onto the hair. Then he abruptly closed the book.
He sucked on his finger for a second before pressing
a folded paper towel onto it. For a few more seconds.
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That's all it took for it to stop bleeding. Chet
then grabbed the book with both hands and uttered a
simple sentence, A deal is a deal. There was a
returning soft whisper in his ear. A deal is a deal.
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She will return in the morning. Chet returned their suitcases
to the closet after carefully unpacking Erica's. Then he called
nine one one and began cpr per The dispatcher's instructions.
Already knowing she was beyond medical help. Erica would be
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pronounced dead on the scene. When the paramedics arrived, Chet
would break down in tears and anguish like a devoted
husband should, before calling Summer and giving the grim news
come home. Your mother went to meet the lord. Chet said.
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There was a long pause. There was an almost endless
gap of shock before Summer released a howl that pierced
Chet's soul. Her phone hit the floor, and Chet could
hear Miki asking her what was wrong. Chet hung up
before Micky picked the phone from the floor. Chet ignored
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the subsequent call back. They would get there soon enough,
first flight out, he supposed, as the paramedics left with
his dead wife in tow to the county coroner. The
police arrived and Chet gave them full permission to search
the house. He kept the little bound book in his pocket.
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They found nothing suspicious, but still took him down town
for routine questions, as was the standard for such cases
involving the death of a spouse in the home. Suspicious
or not, The death was ruled a mio cardial infarction,
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more commonly known as a heart attack, Christmas morning, present day. Oh,
the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful.
And since we've no place to go, let it snow,
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Let it snow, Let it snow. Remember this, Chet asked,
holding up the leather bound notebook as he sloshed his
way back into the bedroom and returned to his seat.
Through some miracle, the windows hadn't shattered, but the water
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was now ankle deep. The wind was still fierce but steady,
not really gaining strength, but still violent. You know I do?
Is that why you killed me? I wasn't cheating on you, Chet,
I just wasn't happy, Erica said, as an invisible hand
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ripped the note book from Chet's grasp. The page turned
and she saw the lock of hair pressed inside, along
with Chets long dried blood drop. Chet snatched the note
book back. After all we've been through the years we've
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been together, you were going to throw it away like
yesterday's news. I've loved you since the day I set
eyes on you, Chet blurted. So you killed me for it?
And why is my hair in that book? And why
did you feel the need to read my private journal?
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And is the blood yours or mine? And The most
important question is how did you trap me here? Erica
hit him with one query after another. Okay, I'll explain
it all. The day before we were going to see Summer,
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I was pulling our bags from the closet. Mine was
stuck in the corner, and I had to give it
a good tug to get it loose. When it gave,
I bumped the wall pretty hard and the journal fell
from the shelf above. You must have wedged it somewhere
up there to keep it from prying eyes. But my
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eyes weren't prying. My eyes were surprised. I thought we
were good. I thought we were more than good. That
was until I opened the journal and got up to
speed real quick. The part where you said you were
going to ask ask for a divorce after we returned
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from Summers, I guess that was what tipped the scales,
And from what I read, you were dead set on it.
There could be no wiggle room, no counseling, no chance
for me to work on whatever it was you weren't
happy with. So a little yellow oleander in your morning
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coffee is what gave you the heart attack, And the
deal I made the night before keeps you here. Chet
finished deal. You made a deal with who the devil?
Erica asked, No, not exactly, Chet replied. Suddenly, the wind
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outside accelerated to category three levels. The wood from the
roof was lifted away, and Chet could see the darkness
above him. Snoopy kept, Oh, the weather outside is frightful,
but the fire is so delightful. And since we've no
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place to go, let it snow, Let it snow, Let
it snow. Who did you make a deal with, Erica
screamed above the storm. The rain pelted Chet in the face,
and he smiled. He didn't anticipate this would be the
way it would end for him, a heated exchange with
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a woman he loved with all of his heart. He
could count the number of arguments they had when she
was living on one hand. But this wasn't really an argument.
Erica just wanted to know with whom he made this deal.
Chet wouldn't have to answer that question. A dark, cloaked
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figure suddenly materialized in the flooded kitchen. His amber skin
and fiery eyes could see her, really see her. Chet
could only hear her, and he could feel her when
she wanted him to. But this entity looked directly into
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her deep blue eyes. He made the deal with me,
the cloaked one said, and continued. He asked for a
way to keep you away, to honor your vows, you know,
till death do us part. If the ghostly apparition that
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was now Erica could gasp, she would have What are you,
she asked, I've been known by many names, the cloaked
figure said. Deal is a deal. Chet said and continued,
don't hurt her her. How can I hurt her? She's
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already dead, the cloaked one replied, Get out. Erica screamed,
and the temperature in what was left of the home
dropped thirty degrees. Her fury was rivaling the storm. Chat
stood helplessly in now. You asked me a question that
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I intend to answer. I've been seemingly destroyed a few
times over, but every time the job doesn't get entirely done,
they leave an ember behind, and that's all I need
to come back. When your husband reached out in his
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anger and grief, he stoked that ember enough that he
could strike this deal. All it took was a talisman.
Let's say your journal, a lock of hair and the
blood of Chet. I've always had a knack for trapping
folks between here and him. My name is Mazus, and
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I am many things, but primarily I'm a sole collector,
a soul collector. Erica asked, well, children were my forte,
but demon beggars can't be choosers. And his cry for
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you woke me reminded me of a love I once
tried to destroy between a couple of kids that ended
in damn near my annihilation. They were so strong, and
so were their allies. Mazus said, why can't I make
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you happy? Chet asked, sobbing in the rain, Mazus grinned.
The snoopy radio was now lying under water on the
kitchen floor, but that song still filled the torn space
that used to be a room. Oh the weather outside
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is frightful, but the fire is so delightful. And since
we've no place to go, let it snow, Let it snow,
Let it snow. I needed to leave, and I should
have told you much sooner. My love for you changed.
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I still loved you, but I wasn't in love with you.
I felt that way for years, but because you were
so good to me, I just kept telling myself that
I should be thankful that I have a man that
loved me the way you did. But that wasn't enough.
I repeatedly wrote it in the journals I've kept over
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the years, and if I'm being honest with myself and you,
I wanted you to find it. It would be easier
if you found it and confronted me about it than
having the words come from my lips. But I certainly
never thought in my wildest dreams that you would kill
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me over it, much less make a deal with a
beggar demon to trap me here and you, Mazus, what
happens next? Erica got it all out. Chet stared at
the empty space that Mazus was smiling from ear to ear,
looking at Bravo Erica, what happens now is Chet will
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die in this storm when I remove my protection. How
else do you think he's still standing there? Then I
will consume both of your souls and move to the next.
Two elderly souls will not bring me back to where
I eventually return, but I have to stop licking my
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wounds at some point and run it back, as the
kids now say, Mazu said as he walked toward Chet.
The room got even colder. That won't stop me, Mazu said,
as smoke rose from his skin. His eyes were fire
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red and his black fangs glistened in the rain. The
song kept playing.
Speaker 2 (36:36):
Oh, the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is
so delightful. And since we've no place to go, let
it snow, Let it snow, Let it snow.
Speaker 1 (36:53):
Give me the journal, chet, Erica said. The room got
even colder. Mazus's demon smile dissipated. What are you doing, woman,
Mazus says, give me the journal, chet, Erica repeated. Chet
moved toward his wife, still not seeing her. He needs
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it to complete the deal. The room got even colder.
Give me the journal, Chet, or you'll die where you stand,
Mazus commanded, give it to me. Erica whispered in Chet's ear.
He gripped it tightly. She wasn't the one bound here. Chet.
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If you die before giving me the journal, you will
never leave. Mazus screamed. The cold engulfed him. He couldn't move.
Mazus could only hold out a claw. It was the
cold she had brought, the cold she brought to protect
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the man that killed her. Why didn't you love me anymore?
Chet asked again. I don't have an answer, but I
know your love for me never died. So give me
the journal and we can end this. Chet could hardly
(38:25):
believe his eyes. He could see her, but it was
a much younger version of her, strawberry blonde hair, rosy cheeks,
and a youthful smile. She was wearing a red and
green Christmas dress. She was so beautiful. Oh my, sweet Erica.
(38:53):
Chet's hand tremble. Mazeus was fuming. That's it, handed over.
Erica said, Oh my sweet Erica, why don't you love me?
Chet asked, before he abruptly turned and threw the book
(39:15):
at the demon. A Deal's a deal where Chet's final words.
Mazeus laughed as Chet fell to the floor. He was
deader than shit. Erica screamed as Mazus opened his cloak
(39:35):
and pulled her in for an old broad She tasted
pretty good. Mazeus was back on his way. Florida was
a great place to regroup. It was almost three in
(40:00):
the afternoon on Christmas Day when Summer and Mickey got word.
They were waiting in the neighboring town of Venice, as
Nochamus had taken the brunt of the unexpected hurricane. The
police chief, Stanley Vance, gave her the sad news that
(40:20):
her father's body was found near where his home once stood.
The home was gone. He was literally carrying the only
physical items recovered. It was a soaked, snoopy transistor radio
and a leather bound notebook that was in better shape
(40:42):
than it should have been. Summer burst into tears in
Mickey's arms, the radio came to life. Oh, the weather
outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful. And
(41:04):
since we've no place to go, let it snow, Let
it snow, Let it snow. And there you have it,
my spookies, the first of many terror tales to make
sure your holiday stays merry and blight. Eh. Not the
(41:29):
best one, but not bad either. A little reminder that
sometimes the thing howling outside your window isn't nearly as
dangerous as the promises you made in the dark. Now,
don't think the storm is over yet, because tomorrow we
move inland straight into a crowded church on Christmas Eve.
(41:51):
We're trading flooded floors for creaking pews, a haunted Florida
house for a perfect little Christmas pageant where every halo
is straight, every Carol is on key and something in
the back Pew is watching the show a little too closely.
We'll be back tomorrow with the pageant. Another merry little
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nightmare to tuck under your tree, and remember, if you
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tale for myself, for my executive producers Rob Fields and
Bobbletopia dot Com, for my producer Dan Wilder and my
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composer Ray Mattis. I will talk at you tomorrow.
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Thank you for listening. Make sure to find your way
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