October 31, 2025 • 52 mins
Celebrate Halloween and Weekly Spooky’s 6-year anniversary with "A Warm Place," a chilling Halloween horror story set in a nearly empty supermarket after hours. This tense and cinematic slasher tale weaves a spooky story filled with crackling Halloween atmosphere, creeping possession, and a terrifying cat-and-mouse chase.
With mature themes, intense scares, and suspenseful horror storytelling, prepare for a night full of dread and darkness. Nancy encounters supernatural warnings, a haunting masked figure, and something that craves warmth in this unforgettable scary story perfect for the spooky season.
Featuring Shane Migliavacca, writer of the series’ very first episode, this installment delivers Halloween horror with mature themes and vivid sound design. Hit play for a spooky story that’s a birthday bash like no other!
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With mature themes, intense scares, and suspenseful horror storytelling, prepare for a night full of dread and darkness. Nancy encounters supernatural warnings, a haunting masked figure, and something that craves warmth in this unforgettable scary story perfect for the spooky season.
Featuring Shane Migliavacca, writer of the series’ very first episode, this installment delivers Halloween horror with mature themes and vivid sound design. Hit play for a spooky story that’s a birthday bash like no other!
A Warm Place — by Shane Migliavacca.
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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 (00:25):
Happen, happen? How will we? How will we?
Speaker 2 (00:34):
Way?
Speaker 3 (00:35):
Shadows stretch and lanterns when when and whispers low beneath
your skin. The veil goes thin from dussert till dawn,
as so it wakes, the past slips on with creeping
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tails and hanted me. We count of fear and destroy.
The wind may bite that it may please. So you
want to be scared, come with me, and you will experience.
Speaker 4 (01:29):
Tales of horror, ghosts, and death. It is not recommended
for the week at heart, But who merely listens to
mornings anyway?
Speaker 1 (01:45):
Now?
Speaker 4 (01:45):
Please relax and enjoy way listeners in the dark.
Speaker 3 (01:52):
It's more fun that way. This is weakly.
Speaker 5 (01:57):
Spooking Halloween Sowyn or sam Hayne, depending on your proclivity.
When the veil thins and doors are left a crack
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for our loved ones to find their way, a candle
in the window, a bowl of milk on the step.
But every open door is a risk, because not every
guest remembers your name with kindness. Before midnight, cover the mirrors,
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keep iron by your latches. Do not say your name
into an empty room. If you hear footsteps on the porch,
watch the shadow under the door. If there isn't one,
do not open. If the cold presses at the glass,
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step back. Some things hate the frost and come hunting
for warmth. Six years ago, on this very day, Weekly
Spooky began. Three hundred and sixty four stories later, we're
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still here and as evil as ever. Normally, now is
when i'd tell you to subscribe on your favorite podcasting app,
leave us a rating, head over to Weeklyspooky dot com
slash join and support us for as little as one
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dollar a month. But tonight is far too important, far
too ancient for that. Whether you're at work dreaming about
your Halloween costume and handing out candy, or it's all
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over now and you're getting ready to wash that make
up off and put on your pajamas, this show has
and always will be for you. The feeling of Halloween
is ancient and decadent, strange and familiar. But at its core,
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what it does is allow all of us to be
children once again, not afraid of the tax man or
the fluctuation of interest rates. No, no, we get to
fear monsters, ghosts, demons, creatures of the night, and even
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each other. It's a special thing we share and something
I your host and narrator, Enriquekuto, is so proud to
bring to you all year long and every single day
in October. And we have no plans on stopping. So
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get comfortable because tonight, if your phone dies, if the
lights stutter, if a voice whispers from the aisle and
gets your name exactly right, don't answer. On our anniversary,
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we all for a new right from the author who
started us down this creepy path. Shane Migliavoka on Sam Hayne.
Warmth is an invitation make sure you choose carefully who
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or what you let in a warm place by Shane Migliavoka.
Nancy shivered. The air was unseasonably cold for October thirty. First,
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she wished the cab would hurry up and get here.
She tapped her foot impatiently. There was an energy in
tonight that made her nervous. She had to admit it
was a little spooky standing on a dimly lit street
without a soul in sight on Halloween night. In the distance,
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it looked like someone was having a bonfire, maybe a
pagan ritual of some kind, a sacrifice. She was making
herself more ancy with her speculation. Nancy checked her watch.
She still had some time to go before she'd be
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late for work. If she walked, she could still make it.
Screw it, she couldn't wait here all night. Nancy hurried
down the street. Maybe it was the fact that this
could be the last Halloween ever, with the year two
thousand coming in a couple of months. There was a
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strange dread in the air. Nancy had felt it for
a few weeks now. A gust of wind came up
as she walked down Spring Street, creating a blizzard of
dead leaves. Thump, thump, thump. Panic gripped Nancy, and she
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ran a few feet before stopping. She turned around, half
expecting a masked maniac to be peering at her from
the lawn of one of the many houses. Thump, thump, thump.
An old wooden porch swing swayed in the wind, striking
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one of the houses. Fuck. Feeling foolish, Nancy turned and
started walking. A flash of movement made her jump. Standing
next to a hanging plastic skeleton, A man in a
featureless white mask and a black coat watched her. He
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nonchalantly waved in her direction. Um Happy Halloween. Nancy stammered
before picking up her pace, resisting the urge to look
over her shoulder. Nancy's usual route to work was a
well lit street lined with cheerful shops, but she decided
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to take a shortcut through the run down section of town.
The air was thick with fog, and the only sound
was the echo of her footsteps on the cracked pavement.
As she passed by abandoned warehouses and closed factories, Nancy
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couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. Shadows
danced in the corners of her vision, and strange whispers
filled the Just as she was about to turn back
and take a different route, a figure stepped out from
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the shadows. It was a young boy, dressed in tattered
clothes and holding a pumpkin shaped lantern. Nancy's heart raced
as she realized he wasn't alone. Behind him, a procession
of ghostly children emerged from the darkness. The kids chimed
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in unison. They stood grinning like little ghouls. Damn Nancy
felt her heart skip a beat. Trick or treat The
kid with the lantern repeated Sorry, kids, I'm just a
poor girl on her way to work. No candy on me,
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What a rip off. A girl dressed as a gray
alien pouted that sucks. A child dressed as Neo from
the Matrix kicked the ground. Nancy hurried past the kids,
and after a few minutes, the bright white light of
the store's parking lot was in sight. Nancy felt the
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tension drain from her grocery barren back to the real world,
no place for ghosts and goblins. At work, one of
the lights was broken. It flickered and hummed. The store
was so cheap they'd never get it fixed. Got a dollar.
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Nancy hadn't even noticed the old woman sitting on a
bench near the store's entrance. The woman had been out
here before. Got a dollar, the woman and repeated through
rotted teeth. Nancy rummaged through her backpack. She fumbled with
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a crumpled five dollar bill. Strange, she could have sworn
she brought more money with her. Oh well, she'd have
to go without a soda tonight here, she offered, use
it to get something to eat. The woman's old, gnarled
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hand snatched the money from Nancy's grasp. Then she held
on to Nancy's hand. Thanks girl, sure, beware I see
death in your eyes. Oh okay, Nancy backed away from
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the old woman. Death comes tonight. The old woman cackled.
Nancy hurried inside. The automatic doors closed behind her with
a hiss. Dave, the cashier, nodded her way. There were
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only a couple of customers at the checkout. A slow night. Laurie,
her best friend, was in the breakroom, eating popcorn and
watching a small TV mounted on the wall. Mister Hyde
was stalking the streets of London, except this time he
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was a woman. The breakroom was decorated with garish Halloween
decorations and a carved jack O lantern in the middle
of the table. Brenda Gutman, the assistant manager, had done
all the decorating bud light Brenda was her nickname around
the store, having been caught drinking on the clock a
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few times. Laurie looked at the clock on the wall
next to the television. You're here with minutes to spare,
that's me. Nancy stowed her backpack in a wall locker.
Nearly late. Nancy Hugh wouldn't believe the weird shit going
on tonight. It's Halloween, honey, and it sucks. Laurie stood
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brushing popcorn crumbs off her store uniform. Having to work
on Halloween blows. There's so many good movies on tonight,
Laurie sure could be a bit whiny. Sometimes we'll rent
some at Blockbuster tomorrow. We got the night off cool,
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but it's not the same. Come on, we'll rent only
the worst garbage. Laurie molded over for a second. Okay,
you sold me. Punching in. They left the break room
and miss hide behind them. We got the dynamic duo
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on tonight. Terry, a burly ex high school quarterback, leaned
against a rack of beer he worked overnight stocking. He
was a sexist, loudmouth, and Nancy tried to ignore him.
He whistled as they walked by. Yeah, lucky us, Nancy replied.
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Taking over on register number eight, she looked at her watch,
six and a half hours to go. Eternity. Business was slow.
Most people were out trick or treating with their kids,
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or at Halloween parties, or, better yet, watching the horror
movie marathon on Channel nine. Nancy sighed, if only she
could be one of those lucky few. The last customers
of the night were two couples headed to a costume party.
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Their numbers were a heady mix of characters from toy story,
English Lit and zena warrior Princess. They finally left, and
justin the night manager locked the doors. Thought those four
would never leave, he sighed as he retired to his
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office to fill out his night log. You see the
legs on that warrior princess. Terry drooled. No, I didn't,
Nancy said dryly. I'm surprised. Nancy glared at him. What
does that mean? You and Laurie hang out a awful lot.
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Nancy ignored him and turned her attention to a cart
full of shit people didn't buy that needed to go
back on the shelves. Laurie took another cartful and headed
in the opposite direction. Nancy was putting a jar of
sauce on the shelf when movement out of the corner
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of her eye made her jump. She turned there, peering
in through the large window of the vestibule was the
old lady she'd given money to. The woman pounded on
the glass. I'm cold, Let me in. I want to
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get warm shit, Nancy whispered as she went to the window. Ma'am,
are you all right? I'm cold and it's lonely out here.
The woman's eyes darted around. I hear things out here.
Nancy heard the hiss of the automatic doors as Justin
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stepped into the vestibule. What's going on here? She wants
to come in? She's cold. No way unless you are
an employee. Nobody is allowed in the store after hours.
The old woman glared at them, her face pressed against
the window. Death, Death, Death. She began chanting as she
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banged on the glass. Nancy could see little bugs crawling
on the woman and shuddered. She's not coming in here.
Justin said, I'm calling the cops. They can stick her somewhere.
He left Nancy alone with the woman on the other
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side of the glass. The police will come and they'll
find you a place for the night, someplace warm. Death
is in there with you, child, the warmth, she cackled.
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Nancy backed away from the glass and went back into
the store. Laurie and Terry were standing there next to
the registers. What do she want, Laurie asked, She wants
to come in. Terry scoffed, tell her to get a
damn job like everybody else. Justin stepped out of his office.
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I called the police. They'll be here in a bit.
I say it's break time. Laurie followed Nancy to the
break room. The movie about Miss Hyde was long since
over replaced by a film about two guys experimenting on
monkeys in the Arctic. They sat at the table, eating
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silently as the TV droned on, but Nancy's thoughts were
on the old lady out side. Terry barged into the
break room. You watching porn in here? He looked up
at the TV, its screen filled with a screeching monkey. Damn,
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you girls are pervs? Can I watch you to make out?
Speaker 2 (20:19):
No?
Speaker 5 (20:20):
Nancy protested, it's a horror movie. Laurie corrected. Terry pulled
out a chair. It scraped against the floor. That ain't scary.
He wants scary. Listen to this. You girls know about
bargain groceries, Laurie shook her head. Never heard of it,
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Nancy answered. Bargain Groceries was a big chain of stores
nine maybe ten years ago, went out of business overnight
on how so, so there was a bargain groceries here?
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Laurie spit out some popcorn. Oh shit, that's right. There
was some kind of mass murder. What really? Nancy was
skeptical it was before you moved back. Okay, that's horrible,
but not really scary though. No, the scary part was
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it wasn't just some mass murder. It was a cult,
end of the world shit, and the owner of Bargain
Groceries was the head honcho. He smiled wickedly. They say
this place is built on cursed land, full of evil energy.
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Nancy frowned. Bullshit, No, shit's real. Once I was hunting
out past Landry's farm, I saw a skin walker. Werewolves,
Laurie asked, leaning forward in her chair. Terry narrowed his eyes. Nah,
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they're like Native American witches. They can shape shift. You
saw one, Nancy asked, her skepticism, growing saw it through
my rifle scope. Thought it was a dog, but it
was an old woman down on all fours. Then she
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just sort of shimmered. Then a wolf ran off. Laurie
seemed entranced by Terry's story. You were high, Nancy said,
knowing of his frequent secret joint breaks behind the dumpster
with Jimmy Holden. They both came in reeking of weed.
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I don't smoke when I'm hunting. He looked frustrated, with
Nancy picking holes in his story. So what did you do?
What do you think? I got the hell out of there,
got in my truck and went home and got wasted.
Nancy looked up at the clock she stood break over,
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LORI sighed. Justin stepped into the breakroom. Cops picked up
the old lady. They told me something. He hesitated. A
cab driver was killed over on Fourth Street. Fuck, Terry said,
Justin gave him a scowl. Sorry. I think it was
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a robbery gone wrong. He got knifed pretty bad. The
killer is still at large. Justin paused. The stor's locked up.
No worries there anyway, We've got work to do. Hopefully
by the time we go the cops will have caught
whoever did it. He looked at the three of them.
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Anybody needs a ride home after work, I've got you.
No one is walking home alone with a killer out there? Cool? Okay?
Fourth Street? That wasn't far from where she lived. Nancy
thought a cab driver, shit, maybe the one she'd been
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waiting for. What if when she was waiting there, the
driver was being killed just a few streets away, and
the killer she could have crossed their path. I saw
a weird guy standing in the lot on Orchid Street.
On the way here, Laurie said, shivering, Maybe it was
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the killer. Doubt it probably just some homeless dude. Terry insisted.
Killers probably in another town by now, a killer stalking
the streets. Don't think about it, Nancy told herself. She
had work to do, no time to worry about this shit,
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she tried to convince herself. Nancy pushed a U boat
cart of frozen pizzas down the frozen food aisle. The
store felt quiet, even though there were three other people
here with her. She sliced open a case of Big
Papa Pepperoni pizzas. Nancy hated working frozen foods, but Freddy
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had called in after another. The freezers went dark up
and down the aisle. It was just them cycling, she
told herself, nothing more a whisper, Nancy. She looked up
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and down the aisle, expecting to see Terry or Lurie. Nancy.
She held up her box cutter with a shaky hand. Nancy,
come on, guys, enough with the Halloween prank. The freezer
lights clicked back on. Nancy went to one end of
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the aisle and peeked out nobody. She listened quiet, usually
Terry sang poorly while he worked. She shook off her
mounting paranoia. She was just being silly, she thought, letting
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that story about the Cabby being murdered get to her.
It didn't help being Halloween Knight and Terry's stories about
murder cults and skin walkers. She got back to work
stalking pizzas a loud metal screech almost made Nancy slice
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herself with the box cutter. She looked up to see
Terry pushing a U boat full of water jugs past
the aisle. What are you looking at? He said as
he went by. I She started, but couldn't finish. Her
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heart was racing, crazy bitch, he grumbled as he passed by.
Nancy finished up stalking from and Foods, and a few
minutes later she pushed a U boat of sugar bags
down the baking goods aisle. She stopped further down, an
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empty plastic package for a large kitchen knife lay on
the floor. Nancy looked around. She felt like she was
being watched. Nancy, the voice hissed, that wasn't her damn imagination. Nancy,
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knock that shit off, she said, as forcibly as her
nerves would allow. Nancy heard the doors swing shut. Someone
was messing with her and she had had enough. Nancy
pushed the double doors to the back room open. She
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wasn't going to be the butt of their joke. Somebody
had run back here. Rounding the corner, she nearly slipped.
A large puddle of milk was leaking from under the
door of the dairy cooler, and something red. She pulled
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open the door. On the floor. Among the smashed milk
cartons was Terry. He'd been stabbed numerous times and his
throat slit and the blood that splattered the interior of
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the cooler only made the nightmarish scene more unsettling. Nancy
panicked and bolted from the cooler, slipping in the milk
and blood, hitting her knee on the concrete floor. Shit.
Her eyes darted around looking for any movement. Her knee throbbed,
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but Nancy managed to limp her way to the receiving
office by the loading dock. Once inside, she grabbed the
phone on the desk and started dialing nine one one.
The phone beeped with a shrill tone. Shit, there was
a number code she had to press to get an
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outside line. She scanned the desk frantically. It had been
written down here somewhere, She hoped. The receiving desk was
a mess. She started with binders with logs of shipments,
no number stuck inside. She tossed it over her shoulder.
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Safety reports, one hundred days without an accident. They'd have
to change that OSHA guidelines. Nancy was pretty sure that
blood and milk on the floor was a violation. Nothing,
no number, not a damn thing except a clear desk
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and a mess on the floor. She tried the desk drawers,
locked it. Figured, justin, fucking justin. If he's in the
front office, he can call the cops. What about Lorie?
Where was she? Nancy felt a dark, gnawing fear in
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the pit of her stomach. She grabbed a broom from
the corner, snapping off the broomhead, she held the wood
handle like a staff. She left the receiving area, entering
the long hall that connected to the back room. There
were double doors at either end of the hall that
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led back to the store. They might as well have
been a million miles away. She limped, using the broom
handle to steady herself, stepping on the large metal cover
of the grease trap under the store. It clanged loudly.
Shit super stealthy. Nancy held her breath and leaned on
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the wall, waiting. Her fears were confirmed with the loud
creak of the double door ahead of her, slowly opening.
She couldn't be caught in the open like this. She
slipped into the meat locker, the automatic light coming on
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as soon as she opened the door. Nancy hunkered down
behind a metal cart of frozen packages of meat. Her
knee throbbing, she steadied herself with the broom handle. She
stayed hidden there, the bitter cold biting at her. If
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the killer came in here, she didn't stand much of
a chance. It was two closed in. Then Nancy saw
it and felt like a fool. There was a door
that led to behind the counter in the meat department. Damn,
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she slowly stood, limping towards the door. Please don't be
out there, she thought. As she neared the door, Nancy
saw an empty hook on the wall. A label above
it read gloves must be returned at the end of shift.
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She slipped out of the meat locker into the darkened
meat department. She kept low behind the tall counter. From
here she had a good view down a few of
the aisles down five, the condiment and candy isle, was
the most direct route to Justin's office. Nancy needed something
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better than a broom handle as a weapon, but everything
sharp here was kept in a locked drawer. Between five
and the meat counter was the back aisle. She'd have
to step out into the open. Taking a look around,
she ventured out and limped towards five. To her left,
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something moved over in the bakery department. She froze for
a second. She thought she'd seen a dark figure. Nancy
kept going, keeping close to the shelves. She was over
halfway there. She could see the door to Justin's office.
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The light was on. Was he in there? Something crashed
behind her. Nancy turned. It was a large bag of
Bitter Tots candy. It had fallen off the top shelf.
She was going to manage to have a heart attack
before the killer got to her if this all kept up.
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She rested next to a display of plastic jack o'
lanterns for a moment. What are you grinning at? She whispered,
Unnerved by their plastic smiles. Nancy hobbled out into the
front aisle. She inched out further and further. Nancy made
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it to check out Lane seven. Celebrities with fake smiles
seemed to mock her from magazine covers. Justin, she whispered,
hoping he'd peek out. Justin nothing. She inched closer to
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the office. The door was slightly ajar Justin. She whispered,
a little annoyed as she gently pushed the office door open.
Justin was faced down on his desk, a computer cable
wrapped around his neck. Fuck. The phone cord was ripped
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out of the wall. Of course, it was shit. She
was alone. No Laurie. Where was Laurie? Nancy nervously lifted
Justin's head from the desk. Her only hope was finding
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the keys for the front door, then quick dash to
one of the houses across the street to get help.
They weren't on the desk and the drawers were locked.
Her leg brushed against Justin's body, and she heard the
jingle of metal keys of course on his damn belt.
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Time to get the fuck out of here, except she
couldn't leave Lourie, no matter how scared she was. A
shadow fell across her. Nancy looked up from the keys
in her hand. He stood there a few feet from
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the door. Dressed in a black coat and plain white
plastic mask the man she'd seen standing in the yard
on her way to work. He raised a gloved hand
and waved to her. Nancy slammed the office door shut.
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She tried to lock it, but there was no fucking lock.
Are you kidding me? Everything else in this fucking store
is locked. She rolled Justin on his chair in front
of the door as a barricade. Sorry. She looked around
the room as the masked man banged on the door.
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There were no windows. Nancy looked up at the ceiling tiles.
She'd have to breakfast club this shit. Climbing up on
the desk, Nancy pushed up one of the large tiles.
She was greeted with a face full of dust and
dead flies. She used a shelf to pull herself up
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into the ceiling. Next Door to the office was the
computer room. Nancy dropped down onto a large table with
a couple of PCs. Just as the masked man stormed
into Justin's office. She yanked a fire extinguisher off the wall,
pulled the pin, and bolted out of the computer room.
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Just as the masked man came out of Justin's office. Surprise, motherfucker.
She blasted it in the face with a shot from
the fire extinguisher. The masked figure stumbled back, blinded. Nancy
swung the fire extinguisher. There was a loud crack as
she connected with the masked man's head. The figure staggered,
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and she swung again. Nancy stood over her prone assailant,
her hands shaking holding the fire extinguisher. Holy shit, an
excited voice made Nancy jump. Laurie stood there, shocked. Nice
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swing slugger. Where where were you with you, Laurie? You
weren't with me, she smiled, Who says, I'm Laurie. Nancy
looked down. The mask was no longer lying there, replaced
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by the still form of Laurie, Broken and bloody. Nancy
dropped the fire extinguisher. Hugh killed your friend, the fake,
Laurie laughed. Kind of, you got the body I've got
the evil. Nancy backed away from her it whatever the
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hell was talking to her. Its features started to crack
and flake away, leaving a shadow version of a person.
Speaker 1 (40:54):
You and me.
Speaker 5 (40:56):
We're in this together now, it smiled. I like a
warm place to live. I was in the cold for
so long. I hate it, but you are so warm.
Nancy looked at her hands. Fragments in her mind coalesced
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as the veil was lifted. I killed the Cabby, she remembered,
getting picked up a short drive that ended with her
stabbing him in the neck with scissors she had pocketed
from home. Why, it smiled a dark grin. Why not
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you exist for as long as I have? And blood
is so nice and warm? The others it nodded. You
hated them all anyway? I didn't. I didn't. Don't lie
you did. She'd been stalking Laurie the whole time. Nancy
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had saved her for last. You're the only survivor of
a massacre. Stop the killer, your own best friend. You
will be famous. Nancy was destroyed, but could only laugh
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and laugh and laugh. Well, my spookies, better bolt your doors.
The freezers went dark, the whisper knew her name, and
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milk turned pink in the dairy cooler. A white mask
tapped on the office door. But masks often crack and
fall away, And what's a stranger? Sometimes the scariest face
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you could ever see in the dark is a smile.
You trust it, but don't worry. My spookies because warmth invites,
and you are invited to return tomorrow because Halloween never ends.
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At Weekly Spooky Tomorrow, for Dia de las Mortos, or
the Day of the Dead, we are laying a merrigold
path through a ghostly compilation of terror tales, candle smoke, footsteps,
and voices that don't know they're gone. So come back,
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bring a light, and whatever you do, don't open the door.
Subscribe on your favorite podcasting app because we don't go
anywhere when Halloween ends. Halloween is a frame of mind,
one that you spookies live and die in. Before we
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end this very special sixth anniversary episode and of course Halloween,
I just want to say thank you all so much.
Weekly Spooky is something in my life that I didn't
really realize I needed very much. I've always loved scary stories,
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I've always loved storytelling. I've of course always loved Halloween
and horror. Getting the opportunity to share a scary story
with you guys every week on top of true crime
and talk about movies and all the other things Weekly
Spooky has grown into. It's been it's been a real blessing.
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And even though I'm so tired and my throat, my
voice is so exhausted you can hear it, especially in
these last five or so episodes. It was so worth
it because every day I sat in a dark, creepy
room and scared myself with horror stories and then got
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to bring that scary atmosphere to you as well. So
thank you, Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Six years of Weekly Spooky, and it's grown so much.
So many authors have been with us since the start.
So many authors are brand new and now I couldn't
imagine doing the show without them. My cutting deep into
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horror and Monthly Spooky co hosts Rachel Rodolfhi and Michelle Antisocial.
They're the best. This has been so much fun and
I cannot wait to do another six years of it,
reading scary stories, scaring each other and being kids again.
It's so it's so everything to me. It's my heart
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and soul. So thank you. Thank you to the authors,
thank you to my co hosts, and thank you to
the listeners. You guys make the show happen and I
really appreciate it. I appreciate the Patreon support. I appreciate
when you support our sponsors. I appreciate that you guys
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understand that the advertising and commercials are what allow us
to keep this show free and allow us to do
crazy things like release entire full length audio books for
you to enjoy. So just thank you. This has been
one of the most exhausting octobers of my entire life
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and I loved every second of it. And of course
I want to thank our patreoon on podcast Boosters. Sincerely,
just thank you guys for paying a little bit more
every month in exchange for bonus shows and to hear
your name at the end of the show. Johnny Nix,
Thank you, Kate and Lulu, thank you so much. Jessica Fuller,
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I cannot tell you how much it means to me.
Mike is Schuey, Mike, I love you, dude, and I
cannot wait to feature another one of your stories when
you're ready. Jenny Green, Jenny, you have been with us
for so long and I'm so flattered that we still
bring you fun and enjoyment. It means a lot to me.
Speaker 1 (47:37):
Thank you.
Speaker 5 (47:38):
Amber Hansford, Amber, thank you so much for being a
supporter for gosh. I don't even know exactly how long,
since at least twenty twenty one I'm so glad you
discovered our show, especially since it was on the Groundhog
Day episode Karen we Met. Now most of you don't
know this, but Karen we Met is my mother. Thank you,
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Mom for supporting me in every one of my crazy endeavors.
The fact that I parlayed a film career, which is
already an insane choice, into a podcasting career as well.
It's like going from being a bigfoot rider to a
unicorn writer, or at least that's how it feels sometimes.
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Jack Kerr, Thank you, Jack. You have been supporting me
for so long in every single one of my endeavors,
and I really appreciate it so much. And of course,
Craig Cohen. Craig, you've also been with me, gosh, since
before the podcast even started. You were a huge supporter
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and still are of everything I do. So thank you
from the bottom of my heart. This isn't the normal
weekly spooky outro because I wanted to take a second
to talk from the heart. And then, of course, don't
worry when we're back next time it'll be about ripping
our hearts instead, so don't worry. We're gonna be there.
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And I want to tell you Also, we have a
lot of new shows we're planning to launch on Weekly Spooky.
None of your current favorites are going anywhere, but you guys,
just your response when we make a new show is
so positive, so overwhelming. We just want to keep giving
you what you want. So now, with all that being said,
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if you want to support us, you can go to
Weeklyspooky dot com slash join and find out all the information.
But I'm not here to plug that at all. I'm
just here to say thank you and to say things
are going to stay real, real spooky around here. And
if you've never been with us through December, oh man,
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I don't even know how many bonus stories we're going
to have in December, maybe six or seven at least,
so make sure you're subscribed, and we have some wild
stuff going on on Thanksgiving as well. Thank you, guys. Again,
I'm gonna get out of here now and rest my poor,
poor voice. So finally I'll say for our executive producers
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Rob Fields and Bobletopia dot com who help support the
show so much and ask for so little in return,
thank you, guys. To my producer Dan Wilder, Dan, I
know we don't work on the show as much together
as we used to, but you helped me push this
boulder uphill and I'll never ever forget that. And I
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can't wait for you to write another story so we
can enjoy it, because you're a twisted son of a bitch.
And of course to our composer, Ray Maddison, Ray, without
having you involved, without your music, without your original original songs,
Thank you Ray for giving Weekly Spooky its signature song,
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as well as so many of my feature films, And
of course for myself, I will absolutely positively talk at
you later.
Speaker 1 (51:08):
Thank you.
Speaker 2 (52:02):
Wo wo
Speaker 1 (52:44):
Yeah yeah yeah
Happen, happen? How will we? How will we?
Speaker 2 (00:34):
Way?
Speaker 3 (00:35):
Shadows stretch and lanterns when when and whispers low beneath
your skin. The veil goes thin from dussert till dawn,
as so it wakes, the past slips on with creeping
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tails and hanted me. We count of fear and destroy.
The wind may bite that it may please. So you
want to be scared, come with me, and you will experience.
Speaker 4 (01:29):
Tales of horror, ghosts, and death. It is not recommended
for the week at heart, But who merely listens to
mornings anyway?
Speaker 1 (01:45):
Now?
Speaker 4 (01:45):
Please relax and enjoy way listeners in the dark.
Speaker 3 (01:52):
It's more fun that way. This is weakly.
Speaker 5 (01:57):
Spooking Halloween Sowyn or sam Hayne, depending on your proclivity.
When the veil thins and doors are left a crack
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for our loved ones to find their way, a candle
in the window, a bowl of milk on the step.
But every open door is a risk, because not every
guest remembers your name with kindness. Before midnight, cover the mirrors,
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keep iron by your latches. Do not say your name
into an empty room. If you hear footsteps on the porch,
watch the shadow under the door. If there isn't one,
do not open. If the cold presses at the glass,
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step back. Some things hate the frost and come hunting
for warmth. Six years ago, on this very day, Weekly
Spooky began. Three hundred and sixty four stories later, we're
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still here and as evil as ever. Normally, now is
when i'd tell you to subscribe on your favorite podcasting app,
leave us a rating, head over to Weeklyspooky dot com
slash join and support us for as little as one
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dollar a month. But tonight is far too important, far
too ancient for that. Whether you're at work dreaming about
your Halloween costume and handing out candy, or it's all
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over now and you're getting ready to wash that make
up off and put on your pajamas, this show has
and always will be for you. The feeling of Halloween
is ancient and decadent, strange and familiar. But at its core,
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what it does is allow all of us to be
children once again, not afraid of the tax man or
the fluctuation of interest rates. No, no, we get to
fear monsters, ghosts, demons, creatures of the night, and even
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each other. It's a special thing we share and something
I your host and narrator, Enriquekuto, is so proud to
bring to you all year long and every single day
in October. And we have no plans on stopping. So
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get comfortable because tonight, if your phone dies, if the
lights stutter, if a voice whispers from the aisle and
gets your name exactly right, don't answer. On our anniversary,
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we all for a new right from the author who
started us down this creepy path. Shane Migliavoka on Sam Hayne.
Warmth is an invitation make sure you choose carefully who
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or what you let in a warm place by Shane Migliavoka.
Nancy shivered. The air was unseasonably cold for October thirty. First,
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she wished the cab would hurry up and get here.
She tapped her foot impatiently. There was an energy in
tonight that made her nervous. She had to admit it
was a little spooky standing on a dimly lit street
without a soul in sight on Halloween night. In the distance,
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it looked like someone was having a bonfire, maybe a
pagan ritual of some kind, a sacrifice. She was making
herself more ancy with her speculation. Nancy checked her watch.
She still had some time to go before she'd be
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late for work. If she walked, she could still make it.
Screw it, she couldn't wait here all night. Nancy hurried
down the street. Maybe it was the fact that this
could be the last Halloween ever, with the year two
thousand coming in a couple of months. There was a
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strange dread in the air. Nancy had felt it for
a few weeks now. A gust of wind came up
as she walked down Spring Street, creating a blizzard of
dead leaves. Thump, thump, thump. Panic gripped Nancy, and she
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ran a few feet before stopping. She turned around, half
expecting a masked maniac to be peering at her from
the lawn of one of the many houses. Thump, thump, thump.
An old wooden porch swing swayed in the wind, striking
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one of the houses. Fuck. Feeling foolish, Nancy turned and
started walking. A flash of movement made her jump. Standing
next to a hanging plastic skeleton, A man in a
featureless white mask and a black coat watched her. He
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nonchalantly waved in her direction. Um Happy Halloween. Nancy stammered
before picking up her pace, resisting the urge to look
over her shoulder. Nancy's usual route to work was a
well lit street lined with cheerful shops, but she decided
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to take a shortcut through the run down section of town.
The air was thick with fog, and the only sound
was the echo of her footsteps on the cracked pavement.
As she passed by abandoned warehouses and closed factories, Nancy
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couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. Shadows
danced in the corners of her vision, and strange whispers
filled the Just as she was about to turn back
and take a different route, a figure stepped out from
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the shadows. It was a young boy, dressed in tattered
clothes and holding a pumpkin shaped lantern. Nancy's heart raced
as she realized he wasn't alone. Behind him, a procession
of ghostly children emerged from the darkness. The kids chimed
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in unison. They stood grinning like little ghouls. Damn Nancy
felt her heart skip a beat. Trick or treat The
kid with the lantern repeated Sorry, kids, I'm just a
poor girl on her way to work. No candy on me,
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What a rip off. A girl dressed as a gray
alien pouted that sucks. A child dressed as Neo from
the Matrix kicked the ground. Nancy hurried past the kids,
and after a few minutes, the bright white light of
the store's parking lot was in sight. Nancy felt the
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tension drain from her grocery barren back to the real world,
no place for ghosts and goblins. At work, one of
the lights was broken. It flickered and hummed. The store
was so cheap they'd never get it fixed. Got a dollar.
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Nancy hadn't even noticed the old woman sitting on a
bench near the store's entrance. The woman had been out
here before. Got a dollar, the woman and repeated through
rotted teeth. Nancy rummaged through her backpack. She fumbled with
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a crumpled five dollar bill. Strange, she could have sworn
she brought more money with her. Oh well, she'd have
to go without a soda tonight here, she offered, use
it to get something to eat. The woman's old, gnarled
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hand snatched the money from Nancy's grasp. Then she held
on to Nancy's hand. Thanks girl, sure, beware I see
death in your eyes. Oh okay, Nancy backed away from
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the old woman. Death comes tonight. The old woman cackled.
Nancy hurried inside. The automatic doors closed behind her with
a hiss. Dave, the cashier, nodded her way. There were
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only a couple of customers at the checkout. A slow night. Laurie,
her best friend, was in the breakroom, eating popcorn and
watching a small TV mounted on the wall. Mister Hyde
was stalking the streets of London, except this time he
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was a woman. The breakroom was decorated with garish Halloween
decorations and a carved jack O lantern in the middle
of the table. Brenda Gutman, the assistant manager, had done
all the decorating bud light Brenda was her nickname around
the store, having been caught drinking on the clock a
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few times. Laurie looked at the clock on the wall
next to the television. You're here with minutes to spare,
that's me. Nancy stowed her backpack in a wall locker.
Nearly late. Nancy Hugh wouldn't believe the weird shit going
on tonight. It's Halloween, honey, and it sucks. Laurie stood
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brushing popcorn crumbs off her store uniform. Having to work
on Halloween blows. There's so many good movies on tonight,
Laurie sure could be a bit whiny. Sometimes we'll rent
some at Blockbuster tomorrow. We got the night off cool,
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but it's not the same. Come on, we'll rent only
the worst garbage. Laurie molded over for a second. Okay,
you sold me. Punching in. They left the break room
and miss hide behind them. We got the dynamic duo
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on tonight. Terry, a burly ex high school quarterback, leaned
against a rack of beer he worked overnight stocking. He
was a sexist, loudmouth, and Nancy tried to ignore him.
He whistled as they walked by. Yeah, lucky us, Nancy replied.
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Taking over on register number eight, she looked at her watch,
six and a half hours to go. Eternity. Business was slow.
Most people were out trick or treating with their kids,
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or at Halloween parties, or, better yet, watching the horror
movie marathon on Channel nine. Nancy sighed, if only she
could be one of those lucky few. The last customers
of the night were two couples headed to a costume party.
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Their numbers were a heady mix of characters from toy story,
English Lit and zena warrior Princess. They finally left, and
justin the night manager locked the doors. Thought those four
would never leave, he sighed as he retired to his
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office to fill out his night log. You see the
legs on that warrior princess. Terry drooled. No, I didn't,
Nancy said dryly. I'm surprised. Nancy glared at him. What
does that mean? You and Laurie hang out a awful lot.
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Nancy ignored him and turned her attention to a cart
full of shit people didn't buy that needed to go
back on the shelves. Laurie took another cartful and headed
in the opposite direction. Nancy was putting a jar of
sauce on the shelf when movement out of the corner
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of her eye made her jump. She turned there, peering
in through the large window of the vestibule was the
old lady she'd given money to. The woman pounded on
the glass. I'm cold, Let me in. I want to
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get warm shit, Nancy whispered as she went to the window. Ma'am,
are you all right? I'm cold and it's lonely out here.
The woman's eyes darted around. I hear things out here.
Nancy heard the hiss of the automatic doors as Justin
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stepped into the vestibule. What's going on here? She wants
to come in? She's cold. No way unless you are
an employee. Nobody is allowed in the store after hours.
The old woman glared at them, her face pressed against
the window. Death, Death, Death. She began chanting as she
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banged on the glass. Nancy could see little bugs crawling
on the woman and shuddered. She's not coming in here.
Justin said, I'm calling the cops. They can stick her somewhere.
He left Nancy alone with the woman on the other
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side of the glass. The police will come and they'll
find you a place for the night, someplace warm. Death
is in there with you, child, the warmth, she cackled.
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Nancy backed away from the glass and went back into
the store. Laurie and Terry were standing there next to
the registers. What do she want, Laurie asked, She wants
to come in. Terry scoffed, tell her to get a
damn job like everybody else. Justin stepped out of his office.
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I called the police. They'll be here in a bit.
I say it's break time. Laurie followed Nancy to the
break room. The movie about Miss Hyde was long since
over replaced by a film about two guys experimenting on
monkeys in the Arctic. They sat at the table, eating
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silently as the TV droned on, but Nancy's thoughts were
on the old lady out side. Terry barged into the
break room. You watching porn in here? He looked up
at the TV, its screen filled with a screeching monkey. Damn,
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you girls are pervs? Can I watch you to make out?
Speaker 2 (20:19):
No?
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Nancy protested, it's a horror movie. Laurie corrected. Terry pulled
out a chair. It scraped against the floor. That ain't scary.
He wants scary. Listen to this. You girls know about
bargain groceries, Laurie shook her head. Never heard of it,
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Nancy answered. Bargain Groceries was a big chain of stores
nine maybe ten years ago, went out of business overnight
on how so, so there was a bargain groceries here?
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Laurie spit out some popcorn. Oh shit, that's right. There
was some kind of mass murder. What really? Nancy was
skeptical it was before you moved back. Okay, that's horrible,
but not really scary though. No, the scary part was
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it wasn't just some mass murder. It was a cult,
end of the world shit, and the owner of Bargain
Groceries was the head honcho. He smiled wickedly. They say
this place is built on cursed land, full of evil energy.
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Nancy frowned. Bullshit, No, shit's real. Once I was hunting
out past Landry's farm, I saw a skin walker. Werewolves,
Laurie asked, leaning forward in her chair. Terry narrowed his eyes. Nah,
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they're like Native American witches. They can shape shift. You
saw one, Nancy asked, her skepticism, growing saw it through
my rifle scope. Thought it was a dog, but it
was an old woman down on all fours. Then she
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just sort of shimmered. Then a wolf ran off. Laurie
seemed entranced by Terry's story. You were high, Nancy said,
knowing of his frequent secret joint breaks behind the dumpster
with Jimmy Holden. They both came in reeking of weed.
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I don't smoke when I'm hunting. He looked frustrated, with
Nancy picking holes in his story. So what did you do?
What do you think? I got the hell out of there,
got in my truck and went home and got wasted.
Nancy looked up at the clock she stood break over,
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LORI sighed. Justin stepped into the breakroom. Cops picked up
the old lady. They told me something. He hesitated. A
cab driver was killed over on Fourth Street. Fuck, Terry said,
Justin gave him a scowl. Sorry. I think it was
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a robbery gone wrong. He got knifed pretty bad. The
killer is still at large. Justin paused. The stor's locked up.
No worries there anyway, We've got work to do. Hopefully
by the time we go the cops will have caught
whoever did it. He looked at the three of them.
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Anybody needs a ride home after work, I've got you.
No one is walking home alone with a killer out there? Cool? Okay?
Fourth Street? That wasn't far from where she lived. Nancy
thought a cab driver, shit, maybe the one she'd been
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waiting for. What if when she was waiting there, the
driver was being killed just a few streets away, and
the killer she could have crossed their path. I saw
a weird guy standing in the lot on Orchid Street.
On the way here, Laurie said, shivering, Maybe it was
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the killer. Doubt it probably just some homeless dude. Terry insisted.
Killers probably in another town by now, a killer stalking
the streets. Don't think about it, Nancy told herself. She
had work to do, no time to worry about this shit,
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she tried to convince herself. Nancy pushed a U boat
cart of frozen pizzas down the frozen food aisle. The
store felt quiet, even though there were three other people
here with her. She sliced open a case of Big
Papa Pepperoni pizzas. Nancy hated working frozen foods, but Freddy
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had called in after another. The freezers went dark up
and down the aisle. It was just them cycling, she
told herself, nothing more a whisper, Nancy. She looked up
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and down the aisle, expecting to see Terry or Lurie. Nancy.
She held up her box cutter with a shaky hand. Nancy,
come on, guys, enough with the Halloween prank. The freezer
lights clicked back on. Nancy went to one end of
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the aisle and peeked out nobody. She listened quiet, usually
Terry sang poorly while he worked. She shook off her
mounting paranoia. She was just being silly, she thought, letting
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that story about the Cabby being murdered get to her.
It didn't help being Halloween Knight and Terry's stories about
murder cults and skin walkers. She got back to work
stalking pizzas a loud metal screech almost made Nancy slice
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herself with the box cutter. She looked up to see
Terry pushing a U boat full of water jugs past
the aisle. What are you looking at? He said as
he went by. I She started, but couldn't finish. Her
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heart was racing, crazy bitch, he grumbled as he passed by.
Nancy finished up stalking from and Foods, and a few
minutes later she pushed a U boat of sugar bags
down the baking goods aisle. She stopped further down, an
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empty plastic package for a large kitchen knife lay on
the floor. Nancy looked around. She felt like she was
being watched. Nancy, the voice hissed, that wasn't her damn imagination. Nancy,
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knock that shit off, she said, as forcibly as her
nerves would allow. Nancy heard the doors swing shut. Someone
was messing with her and she had had enough. Nancy
pushed the double doors to the back room open. She
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wasn't going to be the butt of their joke. Somebody
had run back here. Rounding the corner, she nearly slipped.
A large puddle of milk was leaking from under the
door of the dairy cooler, and something red. She pulled
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open the door. On the floor. Among the smashed milk
cartons was Terry. He'd been stabbed numerous times and his
throat slit and the blood that splattered the interior of
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the cooler only made the nightmarish scene more unsettling. Nancy
panicked and bolted from the cooler, slipping in the milk
and blood, hitting her knee on the concrete floor. Shit.
Her eyes darted around looking for any movement. Her knee throbbed,
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but Nancy managed to limp her way to the receiving
office by the loading dock. Once inside, she grabbed the
phone on the desk and started dialing nine one one.
The phone beeped with a shrill tone. Shit, there was
a number code she had to press to get an
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outside line. She scanned the desk frantically. It had been
written down here somewhere, She hoped. The receiving desk was
a mess. She started with binders with logs of shipments,
no number stuck inside. She tossed it over her shoulder.
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Safety reports, one hundred days without an accident. They'd have
to change that OSHA guidelines. Nancy was pretty sure that
blood and milk on the floor was a violation. Nothing,
no number, not a damn thing except a clear desk
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and a mess on the floor. She tried the desk drawers,
locked it. Figured, justin, fucking justin. If he's in the
front office, he can call the cops. What about Lorie?
Where was she? Nancy felt a dark, gnawing fear in
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the pit of her stomach. She grabbed a broom from
the corner, snapping off the broomhead, she held the wood
handle like a staff. She left the receiving area, entering
the long hall that connected to the back room. There
were double doors at either end of the hall that
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led back to the store. They might as well have
been a million miles away. She limped, using the broom
handle to steady herself, stepping on the large metal cover
of the grease trap under the store. It clanged loudly.
Shit super stealthy. Nancy held her breath and leaned on
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the wall, waiting. Her fears were confirmed with the loud
creak of the double door ahead of her, slowly opening.
She couldn't be caught in the open like this. She
slipped into the meat locker, the automatic light coming on
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as soon as she opened the door. Nancy hunkered down
behind a metal cart of frozen packages of meat. Her
knee throbbing, she steadied herself with the broom handle. She
stayed hidden there, the bitter cold biting at her. If
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the killer came in here, she didn't stand much of
a chance. It was two closed in. Then Nancy saw
it and felt like a fool. There was a door
that led to behind the counter in the meat department. Damn,
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she slowly stood, limping towards the door. Please don't be
out there, she thought. As she neared the door, Nancy
saw an empty hook on the wall. A label above
it read gloves must be returned at the end of shift.
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She slipped out of the meat locker into the darkened
meat department. She kept low behind the tall counter. From
here she had a good view down a few of
the aisles down five, the condiment and candy isle, was
the most direct route to Justin's office. Nancy needed something
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better than a broom handle as a weapon, but everything
sharp here was kept in a locked drawer. Between five
and the meat counter was the back aisle. She'd have
to step out into the open. Taking a look around,
she ventured out and limped towards five. To her left,
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something moved over in the bakery department. She froze for
a second. She thought she'd seen a dark figure. Nancy
kept going, keeping close to the shelves. She was over
halfway there. She could see the door to Justin's office.
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The light was on. Was he in there? Something crashed
behind her. Nancy turned. It was a large bag of
Bitter Tots candy. It had fallen off the top shelf.
She was going to manage to have a heart attack
before the killer got to her if this all kept up.
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She rested next to a display of plastic jack o'
lanterns for a moment. What are you grinning at? She whispered,
Unnerved by their plastic smiles. Nancy hobbled out into the
front aisle. She inched out further and further. Nancy made
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it to check out Lane seven. Celebrities with fake smiles
seemed to mock her from magazine covers. Justin, she whispered,
hoping he'd peek out. Justin nothing. She inched closer to
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the office. The door was slightly ajar Justin. She whispered,
a little annoyed as she gently pushed the office door open.
Justin was faced down on his desk, a computer cable
wrapped around his neck. Fuck. The phone cord was ripped
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out of the wall. Of course, it was shit. She
was alone. No Laurie. Where was Laurie? Nancy nervously lifted
Justin's head from the desk. Her only hope was finding
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the keys for the front door, then quick dash to
one of the houses across the street to get help.
They weren't on the desk and the drawers were locked.
Her leg brushed against Justin's body, and she heard the
jingle of metal keys of course on his damn belt.
(37:22):
Time to get the fuck out of here, except she
couldn't leave Lourie, no matter how scared she was. A
shadow fell across her. Nancy looked up from the keys
in her hand. He stood there a few feet from
(37:43):
the door. Dressed in a black coat and plain white
plastic mask the man she'd seen standing in the yard
on her way to work. He raised a gloved hand
and waved to her. Nancy slammed the office door shut.
(38:04):
She tried to lock it, but there was no fucking lock.
Are you kidding me? Everything else in this fucking store
is locked. She rolled Justin on his chair in front
of the door as a barricade. Sorry. She looked around
the room as the masked man banged on the door.
(38:25):
There were no windows. Nancy looked up at the ceiling tiles.
She'd have to breakfast club this shit. Climbing up on
the desk, Nancy pushed up one of the large tiles.
She was greeted with a face full of dust and
dead flies. She used a shelf to pull herself up
(38:46):
into the ceiling. Next Door to the office was the
computer room. Nancy dropped down onto a large table with
a couple of PCs. Just as the masked man stormed
into Justin's office. She yanked a fire extinguisher off the wall,
pulled the pin, and bolted out of the computer room.
(39:09):
Just as the masked man came out of Justin's office. Surprise, motherfucker.
She blasted it in the face with a shot from
the fire extinguisher. The masked figure stumbled back, blinded. Nancy
swung the fire extinguisher. There was a loud crack as
she connected with the masked man's head. The figure staggered,
(39:34):
and she swung again. Nancy stood over her prone assailant,
her hands shaking holding the fire extinguisher. Holy shit, an
excited voice made Nancy jump. Laurie stood there, shocked. Nice
(39:57):
swing slugger. Where where were you with you, Laurie? You
weren't with me, she smiled, Who says, I'm Laurie. Nancy
looked down. The mask was no longer lying there, replaced
(40:19):
by the still form of Laurie, Broken and bloody. Nancy
dropped the fire extinguisher. Hugh killed your friend, the fake,
Laurie laughed. Kind of, you got the body I've got
the evil. Nancy backed away from her it whatever the
(40:43):
hell was talking to her. Its features started to crack
and flake away, leaving a shadow version of a person.
Speaker 1 (40:54):
You and me.
Speaker 5 (40:56):
We're in this together now, it smiled. I like a
warm place to live. I was in the cold for
so long. I hate it, but you are so warm.
Nancy looked at her hands. Fragments in her mind coalesced
(41:18):
as the veil was lifted. I killed the Cabby, she remembered,
getting picked up a short drive that ended with her
stabbing him in the neck with scissors she had pocketed
from home. Why, it smiled a dark grin. Why not
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you exist for as long as I have? And blood
is so nice and warm? The others it nodded. You
hated them all anyway? I didn't. I didn't. Don't lie
you did. She'd been stalking Laurie the whole time. Nancy
(42:06):
had saved her for last. You're the only survivor of
a massacre. Stop the killer, your own best friend. You
will be famous. Nancy was destroyed, but could only laugh
(42:28):
and laugh and laugh. Well, my spookies, better bolt your doors.
The freezers went dark, the whisper knew her name, and
(42:50):
milk turned pink in the dairy cooler. A white mask
tapped on the office door. But masks often crack and
fall away, And what's a stranger? Sometimes the scariest face
(43:11):
you could ever see in the dark is a smile.
You trust it, but don't worry. My spookies because warmth invites,
and you are invited to return tomorrow because Halloween never ends.
(43:33):
At Weekly Spooky Tomorrow, for Dia de las Mortos, or
the Day of the Dead, we are laying a merrigold
path through a ghostly compilation of terror tales, candle smoke, footsteps,
and voices that don't know they're gone. So come back,
(43:56):
bring a light, and whatever you do, don't open the door.
Subscribe on your favorite podcasting app because we don't go
anywhere when Halloween ends. Halloween is a frame of mind,
one that you spookies live and die in. Before we
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end this very special sixth anniversary episode and of course Halloween,
I just want to say thank you all so much.
Weekly Spooky is something in my life that I didn't
really realize I needed very much. I've always loved scary stories,
(44:45):
I've always loved storytelling. I've of course always loved Halloween
and horror. Getting the opportunity to share a scary story
with you guys every week on top of true crime
and talk about movies and all the other things Weekly
Spooky has grown into. It's been it's been a real blessing.
(45:07):
And even though I'm so tired and my throat, my
voice is so exhausted you can hear it, especially in
these last five or so episodes. It was so worth
it because every day I sat in a dark, creepy
room and scared myself with horror stories and then got
(45:27):
to bring that scary atmosphere to you as well. So
thank you, Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Six years of Weekly Spooky, and it's grown so much.
So many authors have been with us since the start.
So many authors are brand new and now I couldn't
imagine doing the show without them. My cutting deep into
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horror and Monthly Spooky co hosts Rachel Rodolfhi and Michelle Antisocial.
They're the best. This has been so much fun and
I cannot wait to do another six years of it,
reading scary stories, scaring each other and being kids again.
It's so it's so everything to me. It's my heart
(46:11):
and soul. So thank you. Thank you to the authors,
thank you to my co hosts, and thank you to
the listeners. You guys make the show happen and I
really appreciate it. I appreciate the Patreon support. I appreciate
when you support our sponsors. I appreciate that you guys
(46:31):
understand that the advertising and commercials are what allow us
to keep this show free and allow us to do
crazy things like release entire full length audio books for
you to enjoy. So just thank you. This has been
one of the most exhausting octobers of my entire life
(46:55):
and I loved every second of it. And of course
I want to thank our patreoon on podcast Boosters. Sincerely,
just thank you guys for paying a little bit more
every month in exchange for bonus shows and to hear
your name at the end of the show. Johnny Nix,
Thank you, Kate and Lulu, thank you so much. Jessica Fuller,
(47:17):
I cannot tell you how much it means to me.
Mike is Schuey, Mike, I love you, dude, and I
cannot wait to feature another one of your stories when
you're ready. Jenny Green, Jenny, you have been with us
for so long and I'm so flattered that we still
bring you fun and enjoyment. It means a lot to me.
Speaker 1 (47:37):
Thank you.
Speaker 5 (47:38):
Amber Hansford, Amber, thank you so much for being a
supporter for gosh. I don't even know exactly how long,
since at least twenty twenty one I'm so glad you
discovered our show, especially since it was on the Groundhog
Day episode Karen we Met. Now most of you don't
know this, but Karen we Met is my mother. Thank you,
(48:01):
Mom for supporting me in every one of my crazy endeavors.
The fact that I parlayed a film career, which is
already an insane choice, into a podcasting career as well.
It's like going from being a bigfoot rider to a
unicorn writer, or at least that's how it feels sometimes.
(48:22):
Jack Kerr, Thank you, Jack. You have been supporting me
for so long in every single one of my endeavors,
and I really appreciate it so much. And of course,
Craig Cohen. Craig, you've also been with me, gosh, since
before the podcast even started. You were a huge supporter
(48:43):
and still are of everything I do. So thank you
from the bottom of my heart. This isn't the normal
weekly spooky outro because I wanted to take a second
to talk from the heart. And then, of course, don't
worry when we're back next time it'll be about ripping
our hearts instead, so don't worry. We're gonna be there.
(49:06):
And I want to tell you Also, we have a
lot of new shows we're planning to launch on Weekly Spooky.
None of your current favorites are going anywhere, but you guys,
just your response when we make a new show is
so positive, so overwhelming. We just want to keep giving
you what you want. So now, with all that being said,
(49:26):
if you want to support us, you can go to
Weeklyspooky dot com slash join and find out all the information.
But I'm not here to plug that at all. I'm
just here to say thank you and to say things
are going to stay real, real spooky around here. And
if you've never been with us through December, oh man,
(49:47):
I don't even know how many bonus stories we're going
to have in December, maybe six or seven at least,
so make sure you're subscribed, and we have some wild
stuff going on on Thanksgiving as well. Thank you, guys. Again,
I'm gonna get out of here now and rest my poor,
poor voice. So finally I'll say for our executive producers
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Rob Fields and Bobletopia dot com who help support the
show so much and ask for so little in return,
thank you, guys. To my producer Dan Wilder, Dan, I
know we don't work on the show as much together
as we used to, but you helped me push this
boulder uphill and I'll never ever forget that. And I
(50:35):
can't wait for you to write another story so we
can enjoy it, because you're a twisted son of a bitch.
And of course to our composer, Ray Maddison, Ray, without
having you involved, without your music, without your original original songs,
Thank you Ray for giving Weekly Spooky its signature song,
(50:56):
as well as so many of my feature films, And
of course for myself, I will absolutely positively talk at
you later.
Speaker 1 (51:08):
Thank you.
Speaker 2 (52:02):
Wo wo
Speaker 1 (52:44):
Yeah yeah yeah
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