CreepCast - Ensorcelled in the Earth | CreepCast

Episode Date: June 8, 2025

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Chili Dog, not included. The Naked God. Tickets on sale now. August 1st. Welcome back to Creepcast. Today we are reading in source. Take your time. It's okay. Sounded out.

One step. It's okay. Ensorseled. Insorseled in the earth. sorry sorry with that I even said it out loud properly before this

I don't know why I had such a hard time insorseled in the earth which is from the author of the previous episode that we've done or previous story we've covered called It Breeze, It Bleeds, it breeds, it breeds

and what makes us so unique and so fun is that this story was actually posted on our subreddit the R slash Creepcast subreddit which is kind of cool where it would be really neat if the Reddit could be a place kind of like R slash No Sleep where people can post

stuff. And I do see, we've seen other fans post stories in here as well. So I think that it's probably going to be more common that we start reading stuff from actually our viewers or authors that come here and post stories as well, which is really cool. Yeah, so the author

of the story, his name is Travis Coleman. He goes by Imperial Incentive on creepypasta and here on Reddit. He posted the story to creepy pasta and he posted it to our subreddit once again. He posts a ton on the

creepy pasta wiki as his own profile page he keeps up that talks about like new stories he's writing and we talked about it before when we covered it breathes it bleeds that he has a huge body of work like this guy writes about a ton of different

stories, ton of different horror concepts which of course will have a link to his description his page and everything. So you feel free to check him out there. But I also didn't realize then how like influential this guy was in the creepy pasta space like this guy wrote Fleshgate which was a story

that I heard passed around vocally that I don't even think I've ever read the original story but this is the guy who wrote it and he also wrote some other famous ones I've heard of like a small piece of lead Abraham's dagger ad nauseum ad mortim ad mortim ad infinum like this guy

has a lot of big stories under his belt and he writes a ton so him like a an author that we already know we like and is that prolific posting his story to our subratt is really cool. Yeah, I appreciate it. I'm stuck.

And from the comments and stuff too, it seems like he hasn't written, he hasn't written anything in a while. So this is just something new that apparently he's been wanting to write. So it's really cool that, you know, uh, getting the influence to come in and just be like,

fuck it, I'm going to write a new story. It's just a lot of fun. And it's going to be cool to dive into this new story. Yep. Yeah. I'm excited. You'll read his author's note, too?

Yeah, we'll read the author's note. He says, hey, fam. Uh, which is if I just start out like a super tens of us. Hey, Hey, fam. This is going to be a weird one. I've been meaning to write an abstract story about this topic for a long time. I want to thank Junji Edo for the enigma of Omigara fault, banger, by the way.

Such a good one. Carboard computer for Kentucky Route Zero. Another banger, by the way. Blind descent by James M. Tobor, not familiar. and the late and great David Lynch. I hope you enjoy it. And then he puts content warning,

claustrophobia, body degradation, and self-harm. Seriously, please stop whatever this makes you uncomfortable, enjoy, which is exactly what we want to die into. That's awesome. This has to be some kind of, I mean,

has to be top two, he says, let's go spalunking as well. So, I mean, this has got to be a fun cave diving story, which you know me. I love,

I love a nice claustrophobic nightmare. I am claustrophobic night. I am claustrophic as high hell. The cave stuff's fun. And then the, uh, Enigma of Omigara Fault and Kentucky Route Zero are both like, you know, cave earth related. Right.

So I imagine that's where he's dry enough of. This is dope. I'm very excited for this. We've seen a lot of fan-made stories before and there's kind of like, it's a weird place because we really want to cover and we really want to talk about him. But also, if someone we know is going to be watching the show, I really don't want to be mean to him. Hunter doesn't care to be mean to him, but I don't want to be mean to him. So it's kind of like, you know, want to wait for. something special come along to kick it off.

And now we have an author who we know we like posting. And this seems like a perfect opportunity to start with creepcast based story. So I am very excited to get into it. A creepcast original, but not really. Creep cast original. It's his story. Only we had nothing to do with it. Absolutely not ours.

But that being said, a page on the internet. Creepcast original. There you go. 100%. Let's get it. Let's get it. Let's get into it.

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And even YouTube has a way of charting it now too. So we just appreciate the love of support there, guys. Thank you so much. And how about you get nice and cozy. And let's get into the story. Let's go insorseled in the earth. It speaks to me at night sometimes. Most nights I lay bathed in the empty glow of light from my phone,

waiting for a message or comment to invalidate the sense of loneliness that has infused every aspect of my life since I got the news. I've lost whatever spark was there that brought light into my life. I don't feel at home in this world anymore. Sometimes the voice is the only time I hear someone talked some days. The voice is patient. Never speaks out of turn. It always waits for that precise threshold between the words.

waking world and a fitful night of sleep to speak those honeyed words to me. I'm here waiting. I wake up and rush to the bathroom. I managed to make it to the toilet before the sickness spews out of me. It's small victories like this that make the days worth living for. The first few times I had to wash the bed sheets and steam clean the floor because I wasn't prepared. But now I've mastered that ritual.

Get to the bathroom as soon as you wake up, flush the contents without looking at them, try to ignore the growing fear that something else is terribly wrong. No fuss, no must. There's no need for doctors. I already know how sick I am. I perfected the systems. Vomit in the morning. Wait two hours before eating unless you want to lose it minutes later.

Go to work and wait for something to change. Wait for it to eventually get better. I know nothing's going to change. So that's why I decided to seek out the source of the voice. Like a magnet to a load source. stone. I find myself drawn to it. I find the epicenter far away from the civilized world. It takes days to reach the location traveling through the desert by car. But the voice beckons me closer every night now and I never stray from the path. I sleep in the cabin of my car. It's easier

than a motel. In the morning, I simply open the door and spill bilis and red flecked vomit onto the dry sand and cracked earth to drive away. No pesky clean up. No one to worry over it. At the end of the third day, I reach my destination. I know what this place is the instant I see it. It's an oasis after days of sand and sun being my only companion. I look at my phone, seven texts, five miss calls, one voicemail message that is three minutes long,

and a 26% charge left on my battery. I don't bother to check any of them. I turn off my cell to conserve those last precious minutes. It's too late to turn back. that door is shut to me now but another one is opening up this place is a message this place is part of a system of messages

that want me to listen to what it has to say it demands my attention and I give it freely it is hidden away from the rest of the world like a pearl peeking out from the silt of the sea only I can see it amongst the float sums and jetsam the only barrier preventing me from delving deeper

is a single chain raped across the entrance to a mind with a warning sign I trespass it easily and step away from the light of the day into the darkness of the earth as I cross that threshold between the waking world and my final destination I can hear that the voice is sending me a message

this is the first time I've heard it heard her clearly the message is important but it feels like it's only being transmitted to me she says I'm here waiting for you so

he lost something there at the beginning it says since i've had the news the lights left for my life i don't feel at home in this world anymore and then he begins to vomit after the voice is heard i also like that the voice is capitalized every time it shows up like it's a proper noun um and now he's personified it as a her so i could be off but it sounds like he lost a loved one right because he says waiting for a message to invalidate the sense of loneliness uh since i got the news so perhaps like a left one side and now like a woman or like a romantic figures being personified at the bottom of this cave that he's traveling to yeah i mean it seems almost i mean i could be wrong as well but there was a couple pieces there that was interesting like when he's like he throws up in the morning he doesn't look at the contents goes on you know he's basically being sick but then he starts going to more details about like red flaky it almost sounds like he's afflicted by something you know like i don't know if you know if you read it the same way but it's almost like if he looks at the contents in the bowl it'll fuck him up or something yeah not even not even the fact that it's gross but there's something

like abnormal about even the throw up it doesn't even seem that he's like throwing up a human amount or like it's just his bile coming up it's like there's a thing in it like there's extra yeah there's something about like the red flex and now he can't look at it he has it down to a science stuff like that it's like it's like he's physically sick but in a supernatural sense if he doesn't do what the voice wants him to. Right. I linger at the threshold between the sun and the dark for a moment longer than a standard blink.

I lie and tell myself that there's nothing left for me here. I feel the magnetic pull calling me deeper. But still, I hesitate. Should I check my messages and see who was trying to reach me? No, I want to conserve the batteries. It looks dark in the minds, and I always have had a fear of the dark. The thought stirs up a memory from my childhood.

When I was six, every few weeks I would creep into my parents' room in the dark at the night and stand by my mom's side of the bed. I was too scared to sleep in the dark of my own room and too terrified to wake her and disappoint her by telling her that I'm afraid falling asleep. As a result, I would stand by her side of the bed and hope that she wakes up on her own and asks me what's wrong so I don't have to feel like I'm bothering her. Sometimes I would stand there for what felt like hours waiting for her to save me for my paralysis of that indecision.

That sounds like that immediately sounds like something you did as a kid. I did do that actually. I'm not having a joking. I would get freaked out in my room. I would stand my, I would stay my mom or I'd like go really close to her. I'd be like, mom. And she'd like fucking like freak out. I'd be like

because I'd be so close to her face. Or I would go into her room and I would sleep on the floor next to her bed in the morning. She would like step on me and I'd be like, oh my God. Like a thing. But the biggest thing was I was like, I'd be freaked out. I'd go and I'd whisper to my mom, but I didn't want to wake up my dad because I'd do if my dad woke up. He'd be like, what the hell?

Oh, dude. Yeah, like, raise hell for sure. But yeah, I did that all the fucking time when I was younger. You got to strategize how you. You really do. You have to strategize how you're like, I'm going to die of a heart attack. I'm so afraid in my room of whatever. You know, it could have been a dream or who knows what it is.

But yeah, going into the. room really like slowly turning the fucking the door so there's no sound of that my dad also had like this industrial fan that would be blaring in there so it'd be like this huge like wind tunnel in the room and yeah i'd just be out to my mom mom yeah she would freak the fuck out i always felt terrible the funniest part is you curling up on the floor like a dog i did i like like a shitsu or something like that I literally curled up at a ball my mom would wake up in the morning and you know you're you're small

you're just a kid you don't think and no one looks at the floor before they get out of bed whatever so yeah she would step on me I'd be like ah or my dad would get pissed because my dad would wake up really early for like construction work and he'd be like what the hell are you doing here

what do you think you're doing what the hell do you think you're doing boy that's probably why your grandfather tried to shoot you. Yeah. It's probably my grandfather accidentally shot the dog because, you know, you two look so much alike. I bet you're, that one of surprised me at all.

If you were like, yeah, it turns out, I was one of the kids. I wore like the ears and the tail, like I would bark at people at school. I wish I had the courage. I wish I had an embellance of courage like that, dude. I'm not a coward. Maybe your grandpa was trying to save us. Fucking maybe, dude. Maybe.

Just go to God. I don't just go. to God. I don't want to go. Come on. Maybe if I can kill him before he becomes a sinner, I can save him. I can save all of them.

I've given him four bars of chocolate, but he hasn't died yet. Yeah, I'm a dog. Kept leaving the door open and stuff like that, hoping you'd run away. Yeah. Go on. Get.

I should get lost in the woods. I really shouldn't have left. I don't stand at the entrance of that mind for hours, paralyzed by indecision. It takes seconds to make up my mind. Without any more hesitation, I took my phone into my jeans and venture into the darkness without checking my notifications or listening to that message. It's an obvious choice. It's clearly August and the air to the mine is welcoming, cool in comparison to the stale heat of my shipbox car, whose AC broke down years ago that I never got around to repairing.

I began walking into the darkness and I leave the world behind. The air is thick with particulates and moats of light flitting amongst the darkness that plays off the sun. The light behind me illuminates my path downwards, but with each step forward, my world grows darker. The mine looks like it has been abandoned with dust, building on equipment and spiderwebs occasionally acting as an ethereal bearer to entry that catching my hair and make my skin crawl. each step takes me slightly downwards along the sand and shifting earth. I feel my feet slip out for me and I catch myself before I can roll my ankle. If I'm not careful, I can easily injure myself here. But it just isn't my environment that is a danger.

It isn't just difficult terrain. Something is wrong with my ear. I tilt my head to the side and I feel something dripping out, staining my shirt. A taxia washes over me like a wave and mixes with the cockling. or fluid. This could be enough to make me turn back, but what will I be returning to? Who is waiting for me after what I did?

Why didn't I go? No one's going to miss me. I continue my dissent. I walk in a drunken zigzag further into the darkness, deeper into the depths. The world sways back and forth, no matter how hard I try to focus and swallow down the nausea. It rises back up in my throat.

I'm dizzy but determined. I've come too far to turn back now I have to go further into the mine That's a I used to get really bad earaches when I was a kid And I remember like I was ever to the point Where like my ears would be dripping fluid But I remember feeling like they were full of something

And like the overwhelming pain It was like a debilitating headache Also going further and further Into a claustrophobic nightmare We're equilibrium as fucked up Your nauseous would be not a vibe Would not recommend it's almost like he was throwing up and now he gets closer and now his ears dripping and he hears the voice louder it's almost like he's changing as he gets closer and closer to what the source is it's reminiscent uh well i mean i may be a little bias because it also involves a cave but it reminds me of like in gray lock those workers who went into the mountain you know those beasts down there but it's also very reminiscent because it is like

I'll say it for you Lovecraftian That there's a voice in the mountain that's a voice in the mountain that's calling them And they like feel the need to like long after it It feels fair What's the word cosmic? It feels like some greater entity beneath Cool

As I wobbled deeper into the growing darkness I noticed that the walls which I couldn't reach with both my arms Outstretched or slowly starting to close in on me. me. An unnerving sense of being underground is crowing while the tunnel ahead is an arrowing. After a few hundred feet, I can touch the sides. I turn back and look at the entrance one last time before continuing on. The opening is a pinprick of light amongst sea of dark. I am so far from home. The light of my phone screen illuminates my path forward. I keep scanning the darkness, expecting the light to catch the reflective tapidum. The reflective tapidum lucidum lucidum.

of a coyote oh like their reflective eyes i see what it's yeah okay but there's no animals here even they avoid this place the only creatures that seem to be thriving here are the spiders as i bumble into another web and i can feel it crawling through my hair i brush it free and prepare myself for the dark my battery won't last forever turn my phone back off 22% and swallow down the fear of the darkness claims my surroundings and uh just to keep walking and this is going to get rough. I can already feel the more and he gets the words it gets. I'm starting to get like a lump in my throat.

I keep like swallowing. I'm like, oh, God. I'm just picturing the also to the idea of having like a low battery and it's like, that's my flashlight. I'm like, bro. The only way I can see is this didn't charge it up. Didn't think about even a $5 one at the gas station out front.

Well, you know what that also kind of shows is that he doesn't plan on coming out is what it seems like to me. Well, it seems that he's depressed because he's like who would miss me back there. Like he's giving. giving himself to whatever he's walking into surely and also like it him talking about what i did i still think he's talking about like a loved one but he associates some personal guilt to it so it's almost like it's almost like a suicide in a way the way he's describing it like no one will miss me i just have my phone i'll walk in i mean it reads like a suicide for sure yeah but i can

already tell it's going to get rough because he's like i'm throwing up my ears dripping I feel spiders in my hair, and we're like five feet into the cave. The cave continues to shrink. Further on, and deeper still, I bang my head on the stalactites above, and I realize that the tunnel is not only narrowing. It is shrinking in diameter. Oh, no. This is going to be some Ted the caver stuff.

I didn't even see the stalactite before I hit it. It's too dark in this place. I pause in the darkness to try and steal my heart. I try to distract myself from the rise. panic attack by focusing on the air current. The cave is steep enough it has its own pressure system of shifting air currents as they flow from

high to low pressure. The cave is large enough. Those currents can almost be mistaken for breathing. That thought makes the fear worse and when I realize that my panic isn't subsiding, I hang my head and continue further. Yeah, like that, the way it's

I feel like I'm in a breathing thing and then he's like, my fear's worse and I'm about to have a panic attack. I push forward. Yeah, I mean, it's like a punishment. Yeah, it's like a punishment. And like he's almost being compelled against his own will to be to keep walking into it. Yeah.

I know as I hunch my shoulders to prevent the stone from scraping into my skin, that this place is not a place of honor. Ooh, I like that. I felt, that felt right. That made me all tingling inside. Wow. This is the only way forward and the path to my destination is not going to be made easy for me. Soon I'll have to crawl in my hands.

hands and knees if I want to progress deeper. This place is trying to prevent me from reaching the voice. Everything in my body tells me that no highly esteemed deed is commemorated here in this place. Nothing of value is here. So why do I keep delving deeper? Why do I keep on going? It's a question that I've asked myself far too much. The only difference between asking myself back then and asking myself now is the answer.

Now I don't have an answer. I feel something dig into my knee and I use my phone to look at the same. the misshapen rock. I'll have to be careful or I'll shred my hands and knees crawling forward. I am I voned down the depths hoping to see an alcove or opening

but the path only constricts down like a blood vessel. I am drawn to the depths like a magnet to a load stone. I am summoned to it like a sheep to the slaughter. Oh, this guy. You remember those closing lines if it breeds, it bleeds where it's like

in my final moments, I'll say I love him or whatever, like just, such a good cap this guy he uh he hit me with like that saxophone but it's a pin i feel i feel it this is he's getting me good i like it wait we'd like to take a minute to thank our sponsors for this video rocket money it's easy to spend money plus everything is a subscription service now forcing you to remember cancellation dates so you put it on your calendar and you still forget nobody's make it hard on purpose because they know if you get frustrated you'll just give up and keep paying for the service well today's sponsor rocket money is here to help rocket

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It automatically analyzes your accounts to determine the optimal time to save so you can reach goals faster. Take control of your finances today. Go to rocketmoney.com slash creepcast or click the link in the description to get started for free. Thank you so much to Rocket Money. Now back to our episode. I have to put my phone back in my pocket as I can't drag myself on my belly and shift through the narrow cap ahead of me. Trapped in this tight space, I can feel one of the many spiders I displaced by walking into their webs exploring in my environs my hair i can't brush it free in this claustrophobic crawl space so i have to endure i can't raise my head to look down deeper to the darkness without hitting my head on the cave ceiling i have to lie prone and crane my neck if i want to see

what lies ahead of me not that the darkness shows me much i try not to think of the tons of rock above me that could crush me should the earth will it why do i keep moving forward i had friends I had family. I had. A thought breaks through the darkness. Who called me and left that three-minute voicemail? I try to reach back to retrieve my phone and check, but a horrifying realization makes it home in my head

like a spider setting up a new nest in my hair. I can check. My phone is in my pocket, and there isn't enough space to maneuver my arm to reach it now, and I can't back up. Was it my brother? Did you want to know why the hell I wasn't at the funeral? Maybe it was my sister.

Did she just want to tell me that everyone grieves differently, but I had to open up to them that they loved me. Is it a voicemail from the last time I ever missed a call for my mom? I thought is stripped away from me by the panic when I realized that the space is so tight that I can't expand my chest fully to draw an air. I try to calm myself, but the darkness and claustrophobia of this place makes it difficult.

If I panic, I might do something stupid, stupider, that is. I need to call myself by controlling my breathing. I have to steal away oxygen from the moist, oppressive air through shallow breaths. I push my feet off the ground for leverage and I wriggle my body further into the ever-tightening depths ahead. I try to ignore the fact

that I have to inhale to move forward and every time I exhale, I let out a little more dead space for my lungs. I pretend that I can't feel my heart beating in my chest scraping up against my ribs. The stone and the earth around me needle my stomach like tiny deciduous teeth. They chew tiny holes in my shirt and pants.

They nip at my heels and usher me forward and deeper. A dark thought worms its way into my brain and won't subside until I acknowledge it. It feels like I'm being consumed. I have entered the mouth of this horrible place and am now being chewed by the rocks and stone of this place. If I keep going onwards, am I going to drop into the vast dark of this cave's belly? How far have I come? A quarter a mile? A half a mile down?

I am become like one of the eight spiders that Americans eat in their sleep. I know that's a myth, an untruth, misinformation. that insists itself into our deepest fears and now can't be excised from our minds no matter how hard we try. There's a horrifying power in belief. A tiny little lie about eating spiders in your sleep from PC professional blossomed into an incontrovertible fact. It was people's acknowledgement of this fear that gave it life, gave it presence, gave it purchased to crawl its way into our world, and now it's an accepted part of reality. And even though it's not true, belief can make something real give something form give her power okay gosh bro the uh that like comparing like the way he's

thinking about how he's being digested and comparing it to the myth you know the whole americans he date spiders in their sleep or whatever um and talking about how it gets to a point where simply the belief of it makes it legitimate and then he's like it gives her power and he's tying that back to the voice that's been mentioned a couple times before And now that's like a myth that's stuck in his head. It can't get out. And now we see also in that quick mention that he didn't go to his mom's funeral. It seems that he missed a call from his mom that maybe would have saved her life.

So he feels responsible for her death. And that's why he's here. This is, yeah, I'm a fan. I'm like, yeah. I mean, so claustrophobic, so uncomfortable. Even the way that he, even the way that he gives the cave or the mine, I should say, a living soul. Like, I mean, talking about how the. It's contracting and going down or tightening like a blood vessel, the cave's breathing, the tiny teeth, the belly of the cave.

Like it's giving it to be like he's basically being consumed by a monster right now. It's just, yeah. It's so uncommon. The entire time you're reading that, I just found myself, I was like kind of like like clenching my chest. Like, oh, God. Like I really feeling like I'm trapped in there too. Almost like whenever someone's telling you about something horrible, like he's like I can't even take breaths. It felt like my chest was pressed up against those rocks, too.

Mm-hmm. Yeah, it's brutal. It's like the direct tie, especially with the consume part, reminds me of final prayer. Oh, 100%. Yeah. It directly goes. But it also, like, reminds me that there's this YouTuber named Jacob Geller makes these great YouTube videos talking about, like, different horror scenarios.

But he made one called Fear of the Deps, where he talks about, like, the horror of cave diving or, like, the worst stories with caves. And he has this one section in it that I, as always stuck out of my mind, he talks about how like caves have a natural waste system where like, you know, things that die in the cave or whatever are excreted like through the channels or through

waterways. If we view the cave as a superstructure, it brings in like nutrients through like the minerals and the rocks. Right. It has like these microbes that live in it that act as an immune system. Effectively, it's as if the cave itself is one giant living thing

that simply isn't made up of cells. And I think about that a lot I think about these horror stories with caves and him talking about being digested reminded me of that. There's such a horror to it. It is. I mean, it's so alien. It really is. I mean, cave diving is considerable to me as like

fucking diving deep into the ocean. It's just like the unknown of something. Also, what about those people? Caves are so oddly intimate, almost like a home. You know what I mean? It's like you're kind of like breaking into a house almost. Yeah, yeah. There's this feeling of like you're not supposed to be there.

Yeah. What do you think of people who water dive in caves. Have you seen that? Oh my God. When they're moving the tanks along, is that insane? Cairn't like pushing your oxygen tank through there. God, man. How the fuck do you get into his hobbies? It's crazy. I like

have you seen all those memes on like TikTok and stuff where it's like a man with four children and a loving wife at home? And it's like he decided to go down the lava death tube. Yeah. Yeah. After this. He had two paths. One that led to his backyard where his wife was waiting with dinner ready.

The other that led to Satan's anus. He goes down Satan's anus. I catch myself and shake myself free of that thought, even if there isn't enough space to actually shake. I'm just tired. If I don't manage to get some rest, I'm going to fully break down. I realize sleep is coming from me and I cannot deny it any longer. I can't crawl back out to more comfortable space.

I'll have to sleep here and pray that this crawl space has an exit. Just before I pass out, entombed in the earth, a year. her. I'm here waiting for you. I've been trapped here ever since. I wake up in pitch black and for one glorious moment I think I'm back in my bed and prepare for my morning ritual. I jerk awake and try to move, but the earth has embraced me, pinioned me, imprisoned me. Wants me to face what is happening to me. There's nowhere to go, but the sickness still comes to me. The sick seeps out of me in explosive wretches that scrape my spine into the surrounding stone. and drive my face repeatedly

into the ejected ingestion I can't ignore the bright red clots in the yellow bile now that they're right in front of my face on my face what is here is dangerous and repulsive to us but it calls out to me and I sway forward to its siren song because I've already come so far I drag myself forward through my own mess

and let it smear over my shirt and jeans as I leave it behind me I numbly think no fuss no mass make it a few yards before my other morning ritual comes calling I can't turn to let gravity expel it away from me can't shimmy down my pants it has waited in GI stasis for hours but it will be denied no further

I'm going to shit myself my body this is so gross my body ejects it out and I feel bits of me escaping and the deluge of diarrhea there's there's something solid and elongated like strips of cloth in the movement oh oh oh there's no need for doctors i know how sick i am he is okay a dark laugh bubbles up within me but is smothered by the enroaching earth so the only thought

that comes out is i'm shitting out rope worms oh my god oh oh oh i don't like this on earth God, Jesus, fuck. My God, dude. For a second, I thought he said he was like, he was crapping out like intestinal lining, but no, it's worms. I want to take a quick moment to thank today's sponsor, the top brand for your bottom, Tushy. Summer is here, and unfortunately that means you sweat

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COVID was stealing his breath from us and we had to watch as he desperately clawed it back with gasps and wheezes. that never seemed to give him any relief. He didn't need quacks. He could take care of himself. A silver bullet from the sickness was MMS. Miracle mineral supplement was what the snake oil salesman called it. Chlorine dioxide was what the rest of us called it.

Industrial grade bleach. He's going to cure himself of the sickness. Purge himself of this impurity. God, man. My dad made. Drinking basically, basically, God, can you imagine actually having like a bleach concentrate thing that you're drinking like dissolving himself

from the inside. Oh. And like there's a lot of these people who like get a lot of flack for taking like supplements. But if you're dying and you don't think there's any other option. Oh sure. I don't really blame sick people for being desperate. It's just it's it's the it's the faith.

It's trying to get. Yeah. Some kind of ounce of like being able to sleep with, you know, having something to believe in in this time or something to uh to latch on to you know like i mean i can you blame someone i just wanted to be fucking better you know i i probably shouldn't tell this story he'd be i don't want to embarrass him he had the right intentions but my dad one time we had growing up we had a neighbor they were a good friend of ours who uh had cancer uh so my dad God love him was trying to find all these remedies and like things to help her to make her feel better. But he was afraid of like giving her anything. So anything that he found online, he would try

himself first before he recommended to her, which is got to like if you're going to recommend something to a sick patient, like making yourself try it first is kind of sweet. And I don't know what rabbit hole he got into online. But he read a bunch of stuff about you need to oxygenate. your blood like the more oxygen you put into your blood the better so he read something that said like it's really good if you take hydrogen peroxide like if you take drops god so one day i didn't know about this one day i'm like eight maybe i walk outside on the back porch and dad's doing yard work they're like hey dad can my friend come over and he looks up at me there's just foam running down his face. Oh my God.

Did you think it was a fucking zombie or something? What would you think? Like, dad, are you okay? And he's like, yeah, I'm just, I'm just, my mouth is kind of dry a little bit. Good job. Get me a glass of sprite. Don't worry about it. And at the same time, we had company over already. And one of dad's friends walks out, he's like, oh my God. beautiful day just like tons of foam just like gushing out of his mouth so wait does he still do that

or no no no that was I think that was the day he tried it and he didn't oh my god how did you how do you even swallow that shit well he didn't try enough I don't even think he swallowed it I think he like dropped it on his tongue

and that's what caused his mouth that's what caused his mouth to foam up and then I feel like now want to see your dad he's going to have like a purple tongue or his tongue's going to be permanently green he's like so about peroxide let me tell you something the funniest thing is dad did this like years ago and i'd kind of erased it from my memory and then like a year ago we were talking about it and my mom brings it up and i'm like laughing at him and my dad and my mom's like well it's not it's not like he

you know took anything he wasn't supposed to it was like an herbal supplement like it was a label he found online and then from the next room my dad goes pure pool grade hydrogen peroxide

what a Chad I love that he's like no I got it at Lowe's he's like no I didn't even go to a pharmacy I got it at yeah Lowe's or Home Depot I love I love your mom being like, I mean, you know, it was, it was a kind of a weird mistake, but he's just like, I got the good shit. I got it. I got the best stuff they were seeing. They give hydrogen

peroxide to dogs and vet clinics to make them throw up. Yeah, yeah, yeah, to induce vomiting. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I love your dad's like, two drops in your tongue and you'll see angels. The funny thing was, you're not getting none. the funniest thing was he took he took two drops and he's like time to go dig in the yard yeah exactly all right i better start digging those holes daddy daddy could you stop digging your holes we have company forget about it leave me be

the idea of going out though and actually seeing your dad like foaming is such a haunting like that would bet that that had to have had a lasting like a lasting impact probably but my dad like it was not uncommon for me to be in the house and then I'd walk outside and dad would be like hanging out of a tree and he's like I'm putting a swing set up like I'm a monkey

there there is always some bit going on I would come out some days and you just have like weird animals that's like the guy at the hardware store gave me this and it's like a squirrel that's biting him or something and then runs off like his name's Chim Jim Jim

He's a beautiful squirrel. He knows how to write skateboards. Yeah, that would be your dad's ear down sounds like he rules. You would like him. He's absolutely chaotic all the time. Anyway, back to the story. I didn't mean to get sidetracked. My dad made it into teas and tinctures to treat the burgeoning tragedy building up inside him.

He'd add water to it saying, Dilution is the solution to my pollution. that's 100% something dad was saying like i i had to read that in your dad's voice i was doing that's eyes completely glazed over like acid yellow foaming from the mouth dilution is the solution to my pollution i i say you're just screaming crying in a corner you have like a little uh you have like a Hawaiian shirt on two in the corner curled up in a ball come on let's play catch

one of the funniest a couple years ago me and my dad were out skeet shooting and I know we're getting sidetracked but we're out ski shooting and we had one of those automatic throwers you hook up to a battery to like you know launch the skied out

and it jammed up so dad goes over to mess with it and he frees it but it flies out and like the metal in hits him in the forearm and it dugs it like dug a trench out of his skin oh sure and it was cut so bad that when you looked into it like once it quit bleeding you looked into it and it was darkness and you could see like his tendons and stuff down there it was like an open gap in the skin so the rest of the day he's walking around holding his forearm in front of him just looking

straight into it and like someone would say something be like yeah yeah sure whatever and he's just staring. And every now then he would flex his hand. And we were driving. I was driving somewhere and I'm like, what are you doing? He's like, I can see stuff moving.

And then he does that for a few minutes. And he puts his arm down and he looks at me. He goes, Isaiah, I think I'm sick. It's like, we quit doing that. What do you want?

You have an open loop. Never went and got it taken care of nothing. Just let it scar over. Of course not. Yeah, of course. Of course not. Yeah. it's surprising to drop hydrogen peroxide on it.

It's going to oxygenate it, make it feel better. I got to put it on my tongue. It will heal my arm. Exactly. Make me stronger. Anyway, like some looped morning matins and vaccine vespers every 12 hours for weeks. A discredited Facebook doctor inundated his audience with rhymes and catchphrases, cooked my father's brain, and convinced him that he could cure himself with one simple

solution. Doctors during gastrodomies and interotomies often, lavage and suction out the area with lactated ringers saline they do it to dilute and remove ingestion that can cause infection in the body cavity which is their solution for the pollution of stomach contents contaminating the area my father didn't lavage the sickness out of him he scalded his stomach he chemically seared his intestines and scoured away his russia and mucosa he called what he was passing out of him rope worms oh so he it is pieces of your intestines.

You think it's rope worms, but yeah, yeah, yeah, I see. Because he's like, he's effectively like killing the intestinal lining in his gut and it's coming out of him. Yeah. Gross. He told us it was the parasites leaving his body.

It wasn't. It was his damned intestine sloughing out of him and he was too blind to accept it. Please believe me when I tell you that I tried to convince him to stop. Please, I tried. By the time we dragged him into the hospital, he was feverish and ranting. The doctor told us what was happening as clinically as possible. Commensal bacteria that normally exist in the stomach took advantage of his

ulcered stomach and began to proliferate. And nested inside him and his body was too weak to fight off the infection. Why did I let this happen? It took seven days for him to die from sepsis. A dark thought worms its way out from the memory of my father's flesh and feverish form on that hospital bed as he begs for more MMS. Do I look like someone who's dying? He'd snap. Just a little bit more and I'll be as right as rain. It was the last lie he told me as he asked for one more tincture.

To my great guilt, I relented. He was being eaten from the inside out by bleach. He repeatedly drank. In the end, he barely had the strength to talk and the fever robbed him of any coherency. I was being consumed from the outside and by this place. How long would it take for me to die? Seven days, seven hours? I won't let that thought eat away at me.

I squeeze and scrape myself deeper into this crevice and leave the macabre memories behind. I feel the thoughts get caught on the sharp stony smiles around me and unspool-like yarn as they're pulled from me with tireless traction. This place scrapes away these scabbed and painful events and allows the rot beneath to be exposed. The guilt of being a terrible. son is torn away and replaced by dull

hurt. I don't know if that last bleach concoction is what shuffled him off this mortal coil but sure shit didn't help him. My memories of my father slowly slipped away with the last one behind my earliest recollection of him. Dad was taking away my nightlight and telling

me that I was too old for this and that I had to be a man. I was four. I guess that's why I always sought out comfort on my mom's side of the bed when the voice first began to whisper to me and scared me from my sleep. Drag the memory of my mother forward as the immense pressure of this place cracks my phone

and it sounds exactly like a heart breaking. I remember the sound of my heart made in my mind when I got the call about my mom. The voice is ahead of me. I just have to keep pushing forward. As I claw my way forward into the cloistery in darkness, I know that I am approaching the sound of the voice. My nails chip and fracture as I pulled myself further into the abyss. She is down there.

The matronly voice is in a particular location The voice increases the closer I get to the center It sounds so much like my mom She's not her She's a mother to a different sort My way back out has been barred to me If I even try to back up The perpendicular rocks jab end me and hold me in place

They are catholic Coenol papillet Like the maw of a predatory bird of prey That prevents me from wriggling away from this place is gluttonous gulch. All that wording. Cathonic is in reference to Cthulhu, right? Like darkness, steps, the C-T-H-T.

Yeah, yeah, definitely. That door is shut to me now, but another one is opening up before me. I know that I don't have much longer in me, but I know I have to go deeper. I will find her at the bottom of the world. I love that line. Poof.

Man, this story's intense. I begin my final descent, my final expedition towards the bottom I know full well what this place is going to do to me the danger here is still present it was present in ours and this danger will exist here far into the future the danger is to the body

and it can kill I just have a little further to go and I will be there did I always want to punish myself for what for being a bad friend being a bad brother being a bad son enveloping darkness whispers to me

I mark my progress in hours and over feet. Each foot is a hard won victory as I press myself down into the earth deeper and deeper. Foot by foot I crawl downwards into the depths and feel my path constrict around me. A sharp stone catches my shoe and I shuck it loose and I shuck it loose as fabric is short away and my clothes are nibbled away by the rocks into nothingness. The path constricts tighter and tighter as I feel hundreds of tiny needles slide into my scalp and carve swaz my hair off on the surrounding stone

and earth as I push onwards. I hazily wonder if the blood from the shorn scalp will help lubricate my path forward. Oh, it doesn't. It clots on my skin and the scabs are torn away by the gravelly ground. I leave the scalp behind as I continue

my descent towards the origin of the voice. I move forward against the resistance and feel the pressure of this place bearing down on me like the acknowledgement of a being too massive for me to even comprehend. I continue crawling forward, inch by inch into a time that is stretch interminable by the claustrophobic surroundings. The diameter decreases even further in the stone-suppress indents onto my flesh, leaving tiny little white lines on my skin that soon transitioned

into red streaks, which sends searing signals to my central nervous system. The surrounding earth steals my voice for me because I can't expand my lungs and enough to scream. What comes out is a reminiscent rasp, hurts. Those are my father's last words, and now they belong to me as well. It's the only inheritance I deserve from him. Oh, gosh, that's like, it's the only inheritance I deserve from him. Oh, baby. That's a great line. The smothering soil closes in on me and squeezes into my nose, ears, and eyes. I breathe this place into me. I take them with me as I dragged myself deeper. Cinemeters, later, eternities pass by, and I spiral lower.

I feel the earth scrape against my eyelids. Oh, God, please know. The point of a pebble pressures into my pupil and my compulsion to push on does the rest of the work. It ruptures like a great release of pressure. Vitreous and lacrimal fluid leave tiny little rivlets from my enunculated eyes down my flint's flesh and sting my exposed muscle.

Oh, she calls to me. I yearn to meet her form like a spark being cast off a campfire towards the sun. That spark will never join the sun, but they are ascending and I am descending. I will find my shining sun in the darkness of this place. Does it almost read a bit to Isaiah? Just curious, does it read a bit almost like a guy being reborn? Does it almost not seem like him being stripped away of like his humanity here, like being stripped away of like his hair and stuff?

it's almost going into like an infantile state and he's like hearing this maternal voice calling to him almost like he's like pushing through like a birth canal doesn't it feel like that a little bit i think that's a good call with the birth canal and the mother thing and stuff to me i also see that the digestion thing seems more it's like the walls of the cave are doing like a mechanical digestion like ripping his skin apart ripping his eyes across and stuff like that it's it's like a more like you were saying physical way of breaking down the body or whatever yeah yeah mechanical mechanical. Yeah, yeah, it's more literal. But I think what you're saying was like his hair's being taken off. His clothes are being removed from him. Even just like puncturing his eyes, like no eyesight. It's like being in a womb, whatever, going through like a birth canal kind of thing. Well, it may be from Job in the Bible, but the quote, naked came I into the world, naked I shall return.

Or there may not be Joe, maybe somewhere else. But yeah, it's very similar. No, I don't you mean, though. Yeah. Like a birth canal being passed through. Yeah. also the sense of time not really being established here really makes you think that this it's almost like an eternity like this this this fleeting moment it kind of you know it reminds me of too not to get to derailed as well but it's almost like when it's like when you die you live like you live like an eternity like whatever like your brain or something like that flashes before your eyes exactly like that kind of thing it almost feels like being in this place is like the eternity is squeezing through the this tunnel inch by inch or whatever foot by foot and it's just like there's no perception of

time anymore it's like it's it's all irrelevant to the experience the guy's going through right now it's just it's very torturous you know like it's like uh yeah yeah in the even like thinking even about like a birth canal like a baby being pushed through a birth canal is like such a claustrophobic kind of like probably torturous experience not only for the like mother but then even like the child being like pushed through and hold out it's just i don't know but i really it's just grotesque and it's haunting but at the same time so many like great lines here so many great lines we're like oh god like you almost wanted like to be a fucking back tattoo on your or you know what I mean something like just like a really motivational kind of weird lines yeah yeah I agree I think

it's um it's it's a interesting point like the the brutality of like the beginning of life now there's a brutality in the end of it it's also like there's something about choosing to remove your eyes that feels like a point of no return you know it's like i don't need them down here so to speak well it's just completely stripping away like the things that give you the human experience you know yeah like i mean the scalp is an intense thing but to get rid of you know your sight your you know your your voice he can't even scream he has no voice it's just the only thing he can do is hear the things going around him like here his body kind of scrape against these things which i'm guessing that's going to be affected too soon yeah

Oh, she calls to me. I yearn to meet her form like a spark being cast off a campfire towards the sun. That spark will never join the sun, but they are ascending, and I'm descending. I read that line a second ago, but I thought I hadn't. That line about the spark being cast towards the sun is great. Millimetres scour away the flesh from my bones. How am I still alive? Shock should have set in by now.

Without muscles, how do I drag myself forward? tendons tear away like tendons tear away like overstrung cello cords I don't know how I persist and I don't care my teeth are twisted and torn for me I crawl over them and allowed them to join the constantly chewing choir that is waiting for more supplicants oh man what a great fucking line

that's so good that's such a good line constantly chewing car weight for more supplicants every bit of me that catches on the entoming earth is scraped away and left behind dad was inside out and i am outside in just a little bit more it's so close what a what a banger line there too they keep dropping dad was inside out and i'm outside in motherfucker came out with just hitting home runs left and right he's like yeah i haven't written a while and he's just like let me dust off some gold Jesus is that

crazy just having these ready to go it's like i don't know i guess i could dust off these giant gold bars I have and see what I can make with it. Like LeBron James stepping back onto the court. Yeah, exactly. I guess I could probably get some threes. Yeah. Nanometers onwards and my marrow and nerves

trail behind me. I hollowly wonder how I can still go deeper. How can I lose even more of me? One thought screams through the agony. This was a mistake. I didn't see what I was leaving behind. Everything I was leaving behind. Everyone I was leaving behind.

Deeper and deeper still, I realize that I've delved too deep. I pass from the light into the dark and now I can't ever go back. It's too late. My shreds are summoned forward. They surge against the surrounding stone and are stripped clean. I am exorably drawn downwards. I never should have left my family without telling them that I love them. They loved me and I never told them.

I've gone too far. I'm too deep. Please, I want to go back. I don't want to do this. I don't want to go deeper. No, please, help me. Lower I am pulled. Mom, save me.

I love that cutoff. Also, for people that had the formatting here is you have to scroll down almost like in, like it's a fun way of participating in him falling. It's like a fall. Yeah, it's like a fall down. Yeah. I become aware of my surroundings after what feels like an eternity. Whatever bits and bubbles left my being shimmer amongst the unfal.

abathomable abyss, like sunlight glimmers, playing off the waters of a vast and unending ocean. My existence has been rendered, ephemeral, and oddly incandescent. I slowly feel myself sinking down deeper into this pelagic and pernicious place, towards the ocean bed. I am at the deepest depths. She rests among the ocean bed, waiting for me. I don't need to wait by her bedside for her to rescue me from this waking nightmare. I don't need to stand by Mother Knight for hours waiting for her to wake up and notice me. She embraces me willingly and readily.

I stay wrapped in her yawning void as I feel whatever last bits of me that I could truly call my own slough off and disassociate until I have been rendered down to the very smallest atom that is waiting to be cleaved. Swaddled in the absolute darkness of that place, I feel her hand caressed the very core of my being and I shudder. knowing that I'm home. I am a seed planted in the furrow, waiting to bloom into a magnificent mushroom cloud. I am a spark seeking emulation. She whispers to me in our embrace.

The full message that I've been hearing my entire life, she wraps around me like a gnarled witch's fingers. I'm here waiting for you. I've been trapped here ever since your ilk beat your swords to plowshares. once they called to me they worshipped me they sacrificed cattle in my name they shrouded it under the guise

of science and crept onto ranches in the dark of the night to perform field necropsies of their sacrifices they studied my influence on their lymph nodes I have seated them with something beautiful that was bound to blossom they were horrified by my light

the mutilated my creations and tore me out of them they cast me away into dark but a decay far too slowly for them to ever forget about me. I will never fully rot away. You answered my call. We're going to show the world something beautiful, something blindingly bright. But love is going to radiate out of us and bathe the world in its glow. Soon, my child. The entirety of my being has been scoured away and reduced to naught but a cinder of humanity. That is not inconsequential because even the tiniest ember can trigger a devastating inferno

if her hands pluck it away and place it amongst the right kindling. I yearn to burn. I am incandescent. No need for doctors. I already know how sick I am. Soon I'll show my light to the world in a violent chain reaction that ignites the oxygen and the atmosphere and we will all finally know the light of Mother Night. I love you, Mother. And that is the end. man man what a bro okay that last that last sentence was great okay i have been trapped here

since your ilk beat your swords to plow shares which for one great oh man so saying that like the people that came before you like i was trapped ever since you chose the sword over harvesting over help right ever since you chose to fight and says once they called me they worshipped me sacrificed cattle shrouded it under the guise of science and crept onto ranches in the dark of night to perform field neck croopsies on their sacrifices so it's like the science it's it's not just the essence of like some ancient god it's it's equating some ancient god or the way we would talk about them to like science or understanding right similarly harkens back to his father and his father like using like evils of science

or like the bad and bleach basically. Yeah, in the name of like healing himself or discovery and then denying it. It's like this is, this is the bad side of discovery.

The Pandora's box we keep looking over says they studied my influence on their lymph nose. I had seated them with something beautiful that was bound to blossom and they were horrified by my light.

They mutilated my creations and tore me out of them. It sounds like he's talking about like the atom, right? yeah or like the essence the smallest the smallest thing that you can work your way down to right because he's talking about like it had influence on their lips nose horrified by my light it's it's like it's like the thing at the base of everything like the fabric of science right yeah well i mean it almost feels like it almost feels like faith or something does it not i mean it

it almost reads like a spiritual essence of like taking taking that taking that element out of the equation, but it's something that like, you know, is so ingrained in us that it can't just like immediately be forgotten about. It's something that kind of like is slowly fading, but is still around. You know what I mean? Does that make sense? Yeah, it makes sense. I think there is some literal connection to like radiation or atoms because when he says they cast me away, because he says she's in the darkness. He says, they cast me away, but I decay far too slowly for them to forget about me. Nuclear waste is thrown in the ocean and like nuclear capsules. have been sealed and dropped down there with messages on them saying not to open them until

dates hundreds of years in the future. And that I decay far too slowly for them to get about me. Sounds like literal radioactive decay of like, you know, how long until the atoms become safe to be around. They were horrified in my light. I will never fully run away. You answered my call. And then he talks about how it will create a fire, a devastating inferno. It's almost like in discovery of science and in discovery of looking for things, we have awakened these beings. We have awakened in these beasts that used to be peaceful, but as soon as we traded swords for plowshares, we brought it into the world.

It's kind of like the idea with figures like Oppenheimer and stuff like that. Like they opened Pandora's box. They found the unspeakable, like something we were never meant to discover, you know, like the dangers of radiation science. And now it's become manifested. He's been arounded his entire life with things like his father.

And now that is the essence that cries out to him, that calls for him to come back. I mean, the idea of two of I am other incandescent. I mean, it does read like fucking radiation, doesn't it? No need for doctors. I know as sick I am. I mean, uh, at the very least, at the very least, oh, that would explain why he, oh, oh, my gosh. That's also why he's throwing up is, is the whole thing, is the whole thing, him like, he's getting radiation therapy.

Yeah, well, not just radiation therapy, but I mean like a radiation burned. Yeah, like experiencing it. all that stuff about if he had cancer or something the eyes rotting off the the skin sloughing off stuff yeah those are all symptoms of like severe radiation poisoning yeah i imagine i imagine that he's like i he probably has cancer he's getting radiation uh treatment i know how sick i am exactly i'm sick i don't need doctors i know i'm going to die that kind of thing very interesting way it also seems like something maybe hereditary that was passed down from his family like it's been something that's kind of trickled through yeah he's You know, call his mother back. Yeah, none of that. Yeah, it was like all the, also, too, it's like the thing of like leaving people before you want to, like he should have stayed and tried to maybe get treatment or something to get better, that kind of vibe. The suicide note aspect of it is him basically not wanting to participate in that, I guess that kind of regiment anymore. It's him basically just being like, I'm going to go down this path and there's no coming back is kind of what it feels like.

I love that if that is the case I love that it isn't like I don't know it isn't spelled out like to me it like forms that larger picture right at the end you know what I mean I wonder what the I wonder what the mother of the night is then

or mother night it may be a term from somewhere else the way he says mother night I think it goes back to the light like the fire that appears at night or like the darkness of the abyss he's going into

Mother Night takes Story is a novel Oh there's a book called Mother Night but I don't think has any issue I don't think it's any connection To what he's talking about here It's about a spy

I don't know Maybe Mother Knight's talking about like the fire at night like the because he refers to it as a maternal figure uh because he lost his and he feels guilty over it just like the darkness he's seeping his way into back to the mother night which also having a maternal figure he sinks comfort for in the night is a call back to when he was a child and set uh you know by his mother's bedside right um i don't know man the story just feels so deep feel like i feel like i need to sit with it well it's what's to say it feels like something

you need to sit on, but it also feels like something in a good way of like being able to revisit it with that knowledge now and being able to pick things up again. There's a lot of things with reading things for the first time that I feel like kind of go over your head whenever you're going because it's like the signs aren't there, but now being able to go back through as a more informed reader, the signs along the way are going to be more prevalent. They're going to be much brighter to where it'll keep, it'll keep forming a bigger cohesive picture as you get to re-ind, like, re-ingest it into your system.

He's very funny, too, because he's going through, the author, he's going through the replies on Creepcast, and he said, he said, joke, y'all are ungrateful. You can't even appreciate the Dami Eldridge Mommy I gave you in this story. God. This is good. This is good. Like the way he wrote, some of those lines were great. my own the only inheritance i deserve or like a spark like seeking to rejoin the sun oh oh that's

great the uh i think i think i think it's multi-layer i think you can view it as literally someone grinding himself as he goes down in the earth i think you can think of it as like a metaphor for like discovery and science as it applies to like radiation stuff like that or just like someone joining an ancient entity that he reveres as his mother at the center of the earth it's one of things where every once in a while you get one of these stories where it's a really tight like no fat story that just is like a huge punch in the gut and then leaves with some of these stories you know i love so i think that the majority of our viewers too and listeners want these like long long stories but i always do have such a huge appreciation for somebody who can just do a

whole picture in just such a digestible time i feel like that's a very hard thing to do also too there's not a lot of beating around the bush it's just being like extremely straightforward to me it shows like intention and it shows like a person at a plan and they you know stuck through it versus like kind of lollygagging around through stuff you know yeah it was awesome yeah i think uh i think that was dope and it's the first thing that we've read from like the actual creepy or from r slash creepcast story is makes me nothing it makes me want to just read more i mean it makes you just want i hope this inspires people to just be like fuck it you know because i At least from what I know, I don't think that we don't really run the, the server or whatever, the, yeah, the room.

But the, uh, I think that it's much more lax in terms of like, uh, we're, we're like it, it doesn't have to be a figure posting the story. Yeah, the rules, I guess I wanted to say. Sorry, I'm brain farting. But yeah, basically it's just like, I, I hope this encourages people to just be like, if I've ever wanted to write something, then you should just fucking do it, dude. you know and the whole thing too is allow people to read things be constructive of it and also just be creative and get out there and just write something that you're stoked on you know i mean this to me is i love that this guy was like you know i haven't written in a while but fucking i'm going to write something inspired him to be like i'm going to put it on here and i think that's so sick i think it's uh you know obviously our slash no sleep does this too but you know we have a bunch of people who've come to the subreddit lately who are

interested in telling short horror stories and like talking about him so i think it's a good place for people to talk about, you know, and post their own work. Now, I don't think that we're going to be able to get to all of them, of course, and we may not see all of them, but there's a lot of people on the subreddit who like short horror stories and like talking about it. So you certainly have an audience there. Yeah, exactly. I mean, I think it's just a matter of enjoying the process, enjoying that kind of creative outlet, you know, and doing it for yourself and not for like the attention of other people and all that kind of stuff. So I think it's just a great thing. This is awesome. What a great fucking read, man. The last couple

reads we've had, it's been kind of a bit of a you know, it's nice having one where the entire time I feel like I was just clutching my, I feel like I was clutching my hands, my hands got all sweaty and the claustrophobic aspect of it. But then it's just so beautiful. The eye and the scalp coming off

with the scabbit. But the but the dialogue or the lines are so beautiful. I mean, it was like almost fucking poetic at the end. But not enough to just like really take away all of the journey. It was just this nice little cherry on top, you know? I really, really enjoyed

this one. I had a great one. I had a great time reading this one. You know, my fucking brain sucks. But thank you all so much. Thank you all so much for listening to Creepcast today. We appreciate you. Please do click the links, support the author. Check out the other stories. And also,

like I said, check out the, it breathes. It bleeds. It breeds. If you haven't listened to it yet, we read that one as well. And it was awesome. So we do have that episode up as well. And also thank you to everyone who's listening on Spotify, Apple Podcast, all the places where you can listen to podcasts. We appreciate you. And until next time, everyone, stay creeped.

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