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Episode Date: July 6, 2025

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Today we are going to do something that sounds, it sounds something that's very familiar to us, Isaiah, which is the story is called, we weren't allowed to talk to women. That is the, and I will say right off the bat, there is a not safe for work tag on this. So don't know what that's about, but.

Super optimistic. Great start. This is a, you know, obviously, well, compared to anything else to say this one's obviously much shorter than last week's episode, which was mother horse size, 11 hours. What makes you say that? Yeah. So we are kind of just giving ourselves a bit of a bit of rest and recoup with this, but also the title's fun. And also, we wanted to plug that we do have a Patreon. And we are reading on the Patreon, we are reading a story called Blackout.

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Hold on. I have to make the joke real quick because there wasn't a chance to say. This title applies to both of us because I grew up, you know, very like Christian, very like, you know, behave around women kind of thing. And you were told this because they had restraining orders on you. that you know that was a hysterical joke well I had it in my head and it had to come out at some point so that's it was going to be more natural but because you wouldn't

you wouldn't let me speak I had to I had to you know put it out there somehow so Isaiah to yourself read the the second line of the second paragraph along winding lineage marked with rape and slavery okay okay well I said read it to yourself that's all right well that's awesome thank you for I did not choose. I did not choose today's episode. I did not pick this. Hunter's like, hey, I've got a story for us to read.

And the first thing I see related to the story is that. So that's awesome. I chortled. I chortled myself. We weren't allowed to talk to women. I said, so I said, oh, that's silly. I said all of the. And then he read it.

And then he read it. And he got to that sentence I just read. And he's like, the story's about me. Okay. This is all about me. I can't talk to women. and those things, that's me. Okay.

That's, we have got to edit that out. That's, that, no, we're not. We are absolutely editing that out. Of all the things I have said on the show, that is not even top five. That will, okay. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. And I'm the one who said it, not you. I said it about you, so about me.

I know. That's why it's even worse. All right. Yeah, you got nothing to do with that. Okay, whatever. That we weren't allowed to talk to women, a Hunter Hancock special that Wendigoon had nothing to do with. Written by Sola.

Solis? Had that a Hunter Hancock special that I had nothing to do with. All right. I was born into one of those old families of the South. The kind that has long silence toppled and decayed,

tempting desperately to hold itself together. Oh, wait, we didn't. We didn't even say, I feel bad. We didn't even say anything about the author. I did. I said, you got me all messed up. I said written by Solis.

I said written by Solis. Listen, you kept favor. Yeah. Okay. Okay. Okay. You put me in a defensive position. Putting in a defensive position with this.

You put yourself in your own position. I didn't put you in that now. You put me in positions all the time. Let's get that straight. Okay. So the website is no longer up, but they had their own website. They haven't posted on Reddit in three years. But in their bio, it says that they're an aspiring author.

it says they recently cleared out this account of post and comments to keep it solely focused on my writing post my subred at R slash Solis is where I cross post my works and helpful links so we'll leave that in the description also have a coffee you can check out or Kofi how ever you pronounce

that so Solis wrote it this story has 11,000 up votes on our slash no sleep which is pretty solid so yeah be sure to check them out we'll leave them linked in the description show support for the author as always and now and now that's out the way now that hunters got me knocked off my game and flustered we can continue i was born

it's one of those old families of the south the kind that as long silence toppled into kate attempting desperately to hold itself together we'd had money once as evidenced by the grand old buildings that set on our property but the old barns and guest houses set empty and abandoned choked with cobwebs and weeds and Spanish moss. The forest had begun to reclaim the property. My family was like many others of its kind, a long, winding lineage marked with rape and slavery and pain. But one thing set us apart.

There were no women in my family. I had no mother, no sisters or grandmothers. Every member of my family was male. Now, Isaiah, do you think that we're going into egg territory? You'd like that, wouldn't you? some men laying eggs kind of little little dinosaur

men running around the south I'm good for one that's what we are thank you my wife is a front to keep appearances up but I think the idea is it's going to be some kind of ritual brings the guys forward or something like that

given the title we weren't allowed to talk to women better they kill women after they you know get there or it is marked not safe or work and this is a story you picked, so. Or dinosaur men. I don't think dinosaur men gets a not safe for work title. Do you think that you could never get into a dinosaur, uh, humanoid story? Because people wouldn't care.

We absolutely. We absolutely had a dinosaur horror story and you hated it. What was that one? The Gregory 88, the Twitter ARG. That wasn't dinosaurs. Those are just big eggs. No, no, it turns out to be eggs and you see a image of them and it's like a skull dinosaur face thing.

and around and you were mad i don't remember that well it must have done it i'm saying that if we had something where they said blatantly they were dinosaur humanoids do you think you couldn't wait wait wait wait wait do you not remember that one uh the pigeons around here aren't real or whatever where like people are being grown in eggs it's not about the eggs i say i'm saying that if it was dinosaur humanoids that's what i'm saying and it's blatantly that i'm saying like velociraptor stuff and i'm asking you a question and the question and the question I'm asking is could you successfully do that or would it be too cheesy that no one would take it seriously? I don't I don't think you can have a legitimate threat in a story that you are

like dinosaur human hybrids but you could play into that and get like some Jurassic Park esk moments I guess that could be effective. That's unfortunate. I think you have to lean into it though. I don't think I don't think dinosaur human rights can be taken seriously. sad. I wonder if there's ever a way. I mean, I mean, maybe if it's like a future story or an alien story or something like that, but I feel like when you jump the shark that much, you have to lean into it. I feel like there's some premises that are so

outlandish that they don't lend themselves to reality. Now, that doesn't mean you can't have creepy moments and stuff, but the overall tone of the story, I think, can't sit well in a serious note if the idea of it is so far-fetched. Yeah. All right. Well, I'm trying to think if there's any I'm sure one will come to mind but like I mean there's stuff with like aliens

like alien the movie alien with the xenomorph like that has scary moments yeah but it's not like a dinosaur maybe if you're setting it's not a dinosaur exactly it's not a human dinosaur hybrid so yeah I don't know I can't think of anything

to counter that statement so I'll stick by it for now my five brothers and I never thought it's strange though we were uneducated and mostly separated from the outside world Our days were spent laboring on the decaying property, all of our efforts inevitably useless. When we weren't plucking weeds or clearing out the decades of trash from the various buildings, we played. A quasi-wilderness of our home was a perfect stage for our games. My father was a kind man, but strict.

Our self-contained life came with a strange set of rules. There was a chapel on the property, a small light thing half hidden in the woods. It was in better condition than anything else due to my father's doding care. We were not allowed inside the chapel without him. However, a padlock on the door prevented us from sneaking in. We were on occasion allowed to go to town. It was a half-hour walk through the woods to get there, and excursions were highly anticipated.

There were conditions, though. We had to stick together, and we weren't allowed to talk to women. We could talk to men and other boys, but my father strictly forbade us from talking to women, girls, even old mates. he instructed us to say hello and good day and yes ma'am and thank you ma'am like good little southern boys but other than that not a word this was weird of course but everyone in town seemed to abide by these rules as well the woman would give us curt nods and avoid us otherwise it was so ingrained into our daily lives that none of us ever questioned it uh do you remember there was this documentary that came out a while back i think it was called the wolf pack this name of it was about a group of boys who their father never let them leave their room and like their mother was out of

the picture. I forget why. But it was like seven brothers or five brothers who all lived in an apartment building in New York and I guess they were homeschooled or didn't go to school or something. And once a year their father would like take them

across the street to get ice cream. But other than that, they never left the apartment. But all they did was watch movies every day. like that was their only interaction with the outside world so all of them talked and behaved like they were movie characters like these dramatic over the top things

like they would all they were all like caricature cameo types of like I'm the cool slick trickster guy yeah hold on let me find you said this is a documentary yeah yeah I think it's called Wolfpack so there's a guy who acts like Arnold Schwarzenegger and there's a guy who acts like Danny Zucca from Greece and stuff well I distinctly remember all of them

dress like Reservoir Dogs character. They all love Reservoir Dogs. So they all have like nicknames for each other and wear suits and Mr. Brown and all that kind of stuff. Yeah. Okay. So the Wolfpack is a 2015, man, I thought this was older. 2015. Is a 2015 American documentary. It's about

the Angulo family who homeschooled and raised their seven children, six boys and one girl in the confinement of their apartment in Lower East Side Manhattan. Yeah. So it's like they all just watch movies all the time and that's their interaction. So like the documentary, if I remember right, it follows them like going out to the real world quote unquote like you know they learn around the outside world

by watching films eventually began to reenact scenes from their favorite movies using elaborate homemade props and costumes um their father oscar had the only key to the door of their 16 story four bedroom apartment um he prohibited the children or their mother susan who homeschooled the children oh the mother was in the picture okay i miss remembering parts except for a few strictly monitor trips on the nefarious streets of New York. Everything changed when the 15 year old Mukunda decided to walk around the neighborhood in 2010

against Oscars instruction. So a lot of the movies about them like experiencing the real world and seeing that it's a lot more boring than movies make it out to be like every interaction they have with people they expect to be some big dramatic like thing but it's not. And they're kind of sad about it if I remember right. Yeah, it's a very very strange movie. But anyway,

that combined with like this just being a group of boys going out not allowed to talk to women reminded me of that okay i can see the connection also i'm very interested sorry i was reading as well i am interested in watching this i hope that one of them is like deeply entrenched into like like everyone's like quentin tarrantino movies and then there's one guy who's like just like mean girls and like i love or like rob schnaker movies that's it he's actually deuce bigelow male jigolo i love i love i love of Nicholas Sparks. That's all I can't. Can't get enough of it.

This video seems, this documentary seems 100% like something you'd cover in a pop-a-meat video. I like that. It wasn't going to work forever, of course. My oldest brother, Jamie, started making eyes at the pretty girl who worked at the drug store ice cream counter.

She made eyes back. Soon he was sneaking off to be with her during our visits. He would leave my brothers and I at the drug store at the park, buying our side, silence with penny candy and ice cream. Jamie's little trist didn't last long, though.

Laslow, the second youngest, had always been loose-lipped. One day when we came back from town, our father asked us what we did. Jamie snuck off. Laslo blurted. He always goes and sneaks off to see that ice cream girl. Paa's face grew very pale. He turned to Jamie and seized him by the shoulders. Is that true?

He asked in a voice that was much too quiet. You're seeing a girl. A tense silence hung over us. Jamie opened his mouth, closed it. Jamie, come join me on my porch. Pa said, eyesfully. My father never hit us. I want to make that clear.

But when he was truly angry or upset, he had a way of talking that cut you to the bone. It made you feel like absolute dog shit. When I was really little, got in trouble. I would hide and cry for hours afterwards, consumed by guilt. Jamie and Paul went on to the porch The rest of us dispersed throughout the house

Happy mood of the day soured For a couple weeks afterwards We beat on Laslo especially hard And gave him the worst roles in our games After that he mostly kept his mouth shut Jamie returned with a pale face He didn't talk to any of us until the morning Where he tried to act like nothing had happened

I got him alone that day I tucked on his sleeve and asked him What did Paul say to you the other night Jamie looked down at me His face suddenly seemed very old. He gave me a weak smile and tasseled my hair. Not your business. Don't worry about it.

I wasn't in the habit of displeasing my older brother, so I went along with my life. Next time we went to town, the ice cream girl batted her eyes at Jamie, but he stared straight away from her. She frowned sadly. She wasn't as nice to us after that. There isn't much else to save my childhood. He was unique, surely, but we had always lived our lives that way. and I was not questioning the type. Our existence continued rather uneventfully for years.

My brother and I cleaned old houses that would never be occupied and weeded yards that would never be used. Forest grew in faster than we could pluck. Then came the day when Jamie turned 18. Birthdays were frequent in a family of seven, but turning 18, that was special, according to Paw. On the special day, Paa got us all up early and scrubbed our faces with a spit-wet cloth.

made us put on our best clothes Moth eaten from disuse He gave Jamie one of his old suits And it hung baggy on his thin frame Then we gathered in the chapel Inside the air was still and silent I remember feeling Disappointed

Hunter I have terrible news What I was recording this whole time But I accidentally had display capture opens So I was not recording my camera until this moment. You're going to be in blackness then, my friend. Just like when my camera went out.

Yeah, but whatever image you use of me, I just ask that it's not the kind of, I ask the editor that it's not the kind of image Hunter would want to use of me. It'll be fine. Okay. All right, whatever. Well, there's nothing I can do. It's my fault, I guess.

Okay. Anyway, hi, everyone. First time for the video. Okay. I remember feeling disappointed at the side of the perfectly normal interior. I always expected there to be some great, terrible secret that my father was guarding. But it was just an old chapel. We sat in the front pew all in a row.

Paul and Jamie hung back at the door. They exchanged some quiet words and then began to walk. They marched to arm in arm, staring stiffly ahead. They stepped in time to them. some silent rhythm. Slowly they made their way up the aisle. My father bent behind the pulpit. The sound of creaking wood broke into her silence. He had opened a trap door. Hmm. Pond, Jamie, still arm in arm, ascended into the door. Downstairs we couldn't see from our angle. My brothers and I sat uncomfortably in the pew, restless but quiet. I felt a strange

swelling sensation, like something enormous was happening that I couldn't comprehend. I channeled this by plucking wildly of the loose threads of my ill-fitting pants. My brothers and I sat nervously for a while, till the paw emerged again, alone. Shut the trap door behind him. I'm to go home, boys. I wanted to ask where Jamie was, but my tongue felt heavy.

Instead, I fell in a step behind him. We made a solemn procession back to the rotting mansion where we live. Jesus, they didn't even take him, didn't even take Jamie back with him. They left him. Yeah, they just left him down there down the trap door. Open to fucking trap door, all right we back home boys

that would kind of fuck me up I mean that's freaky they get it's the building that their entire life has been hyped up but they can never go in and then they go in your oldest brother goes down the stairs

and then all right that's it only your fucking snagletooth dad comes back out that would that would that would bum me out that's a bit of a bummer uh seeing your brother lost

in the derelict check Apple? Yep, that's kind of sad. Paul, I'm sad. A little depressing. Eat some licish. Feel better about it. Can I tell you a secret? I'm in desperate need of medical attention and care. I'm so old fat.

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The only answer to our questions we received was a hard sock in the arm and we bothered him too much. A few months later, Pah came into our room in the middle of the night. I'd been lying awake, but I pretended to sleep as he quietly roused Jamie, let him out the door. I dozed very lightly, only to be reawoken when I heard them come. coming back up the stairs. Jamie made his way to his bed slowly. The faint moonlight, I could see that his shoulders were shaking.

Crawled under the covers. I can hear the muffled sound of him sobbing. God. Uh-oh. I'm like wondering, do you think it's going to be something where it's like, you can't talk to other women because maybe this entity or something will get jealous?

It could even be like a motherly, you mean? Yeah, it could be. It could also be like, maybe, maybe they're not actually a family. Maybe it's like the dad has these boys captured or kidnapped

or they're part of some order or something like that. Yeah, they could very well not be his. Yeah, and they just think they are. And when they turn 18, they're, yeah, I don't know, part of some ritual forced to be a part of something. But I do think it involves female figures, like a wife entity or a mother entity. Mother seems more right because it's like a family dynamic.

So yeah. Or it could just be a human trafficking operation. That would be swell. That'd be very fun and have. happy. It also thought it was weird that despite there being seven of them, right? They all live in the same room, you know, like it's a mansion, but they all sleep in one place. That's kind of odd, right?

Yeah, I mean, kind of. I mean, even like old southern houses, they were built to have like multiple generations of families live in them. That's true. So I, whatever I'm thinking here is he's prepping his sons for probably what the dad had to do when he was younger as well. I'm just wondering what that into I keep saying entity it could be nothing down there but or not nothing but I mean

it might not even be something supernatural exactly yeah yeah yeah I'm tracking after that Jamie was different he was withdrawn and angry stopped playing with us and was quick to yell there's an angry tension between him and pa

even as young as I was I knew the change had something to do with that strange place in the chapel I wouldn't have to wait long to find out the secret of our family after all I was the second oldest my birthday came that November I remember every second

of that day Paul woke me before my brothers this is also a fun dynamic where like we see all the things that happened to Jamie and now it's like okay now our narrator is going to go through it whatever it was kind of even more torturous if you think about it

you see your older brother go through something yeah you see your brother go through all that stuff right and you know that you're like okay well that happened on his AT birthday that's going to happen to me this November that would be that would be a bit torturous Paul woke me before my brothers

He brought me into the master suite Where he spent the nights of his lonely existence The room might have once been grand But now the walls were ashy Cigarette smoke and it smelled like stale living The bed sheets were rumpled on only one side It made me sad to think of pa's sleeping alone Every night in that huge mothied in bed

Pa dressed me in the same suit that Jamie had worn Fit me a little better This feels very Not nightmare before Christmas what's the one where they're all dead? A corpse's bride. This feels very corpses bride. Like all of them in like the rot,

the underground area, stuff like that. It's almost like they're all dead. It fit me a little better. I was fuller and shorter than he was. I looked in the mirror and felt a flash of pride. I was a proper gentleman for once. Like those clean cut men in the old magazines we sometimes found while cleaning

no longer a dirty face little boy. Pause that back after fixing my tie. His eyes shining. Harsh line of his mouth, wobbled as he rubbed his thumb across my cheekbone. I'm so proud of you. He said and hugged me. My chest swelled with warmth and pride.

We walked through the woods to the little white chapel. It was cool. The woods were alive and red and orange. My brother scattered in the pews while Pa and I waited outside the doors. Looped his arm through mine and looked at me. Just follow my lead. He murmured, patted my arm. His word soothed me.

The doors of the chapel swung open at their own. and the sound of the church bells echoed through the woods. Though the rusty bell and the tower set still, but I wasn't afraid. So you can hear the church bells, but they're not from, it doesn't, or it seems supernatural, it's not coming from the actual bell on top of the church. Okay.

Paul walks me down the aisle towards the empty pulpit. We walked in time to the toll of the bells, something I realized only the two of us could hear. Oh. God. My brothers whispered and fidgeted in the pew. Jamie sat on the far end, staring straight ahead, his eyes dull, back stiff. We ascended. Beyond the pulpit lay the secret

trap door. Ancient, moldered. Paw gave the rusted brass ring a mighty pull and it opened with a creek. For us lay a stone staircase, riddled with cracks and dappled with moss and mushrooms. The shallow stairs led into the dark. For the first time that day, I felt something other than anticipation and pride. I was afraid. But I think, looking back, I would have been unable to leave if I tried. Pah and I walked carefully down the stairs. Still held tight to my arm. We emerged into an earthen tunnel,

tall enough for us to walk upright, though roots from the ceiling brushed our heads. For a moment, we stood still. There's a strange sputtering sound, and a breeze blew from the darkness ahead. That should have been impossible, as the tunnel seemed to only go deeper into the ground. But as the breeze came, so did light.

Alcoves have been scooped into their earthen walls, and tens of candles suddenly burst to life in their wax-filled recesses. I jumped as the sudden light revealed hundreds of moss. They took off, excited by the flame. Their soft wings flapped and brushed against my cheek. As upon I walked down the tunnel, my apprehension grew. Started shaking. Pau stood resolute by my side, its present steadying. I don't know how long we walked in silence.

The tunnel was not without its own sound. the pop of fat from the candles, the drip of moisture from the ceiling, the tamping of our shoes, and the fluttering of moth wings. I landed on my shoulders and my head, bounced off of my face often. I wanted to ask Paul where we were going, but again, I stayed silent. Soon, I became aware of a faint, sweet smell. Almost at the same time, the candlelight revealed the door. Moss were clustered around it so thickly that it appeared the frame was made of a canvas of pale, shivering,

wings. Hot turned to me, the flickering candlelight, hollows of his face were cast in sharp relief. He looked more like an ape than a man. This is where I leave you, son. He said, with his arms on my shoulders. Don't be afraid. You won't be hurt, I promise.

Just do what nature tells you to do. Oh, no. Honor. This, so then he, so he leaves, he's going to leave him here, and that's what happened on Jamie's birthday as well, but I'm wondering, nature, I know, yeah, it's going to be, it might be, might be, uh, yeah, in the jungle, the mighty jungle, um, I, sir, a we mow wop, a we mow up, a, uh, it's kind of,

I really loved all the descriptive, uh, stuff of like the moth wings pattering the, like, I, I just imagine like little droplet sounds, you know, like the moisture dropping from this tunnel and even just like the fire. like the wick burning and dancing so quiet in the in the tunnel that you it i just that description was really nice i really put me like to sunk me in like wrap me like a blanket it was really good the the writing's great like the the quality of writing measured tones and stuff awesome nature though um what's really funny is as soon as you hear nature in that context the first thing you go to is uh in the jungle so i can only imagine that that is what plays in your head

never you or letting nature take over a we mow up oh we mow up oh we mow up oh we mow up he

me he he he he he he he

he saw that I was shaking he let his hand on my face this is our family's legacy

Eli Jamie did this I did this my father before me did this it's as old and ancient

as our blood older even nothing's going to harm you Okay. I choked out. My father smiled wainly, the turn and left me before the door. It disappeared back the way we came, and I was alone.

Cautiously, pushed open the stone door. The moss fluttered away from it, forming a cloud, and I had to bat a way to see. The chamber that I emerged into was huge. The walls were lined with hundreds of alcoasts with candles burning bright. More candles were spread across the floor. across from me there was a great white bed oh no

surrounded by gossamer curtains the sweet smell was overpowering undercut by something primal and funky like body odor dirty pussy then the bed moved from midside unfolded pairs of strange appendages

I struggled to comprehend what I was seeing they were arms human arms ending in human hands but they bent in too many places and they were too long and pale long tendrils like feathers

layered from their elbows it wasn't a bed oh shit it was a person perhaps in the loosest sense of the word its body was huge white and bloated but I thought were pillows were actually huge pendulous breasts

pair of nipples God damn The swell of the bed's Comforter was a huge stomach sagging down to the ground and ripples of white flesh Oh damn Dude imagine your dad

Drops you off And the first bit of pussy You get in your life Is this giant like Fluffy pillow fuck monster Do you think that's a Wait so wait So he's like

Hey I had to do it Paul had to do it Grandpa Benji had to do it. You know, it's funny. You know, it's funny about this. Last week was my episode. It was, it was, it was, it was my episode. Yeah, yeah.

It was ridiculously long. It was about the CIA and God and giants and all that stuff. Went on for 11 hours like up my alley. This one is an hour and a half probably. Short and sweet. It's about a. a giant bed woman that these guys are forced to pair with.

And like, hey, but seriously, don't talk to no broads when you're out and about. You're going to upset the pillow woman. You get to do a funny accent. I love it.

This is definitely my kind of episode. This is your kind of episode. Yeah, yeah, yeah. One for them, one for me kind of thing. Also like a body horror monster.

Like even the way that he described. arm so far disjointed like i i'm or i'm imagining like multiple jointed arms like it's like yeah bending and like all kinds of weird shit at first of it was like it was like a spider legs or something as well as is how i kind of pictured the arms at first you know what i mean but the bed itself is a whole person yeah yeah yeah yeah this sounds like something you would make for one of your um like a margaret kind of thing like one of your uh pop-a-meat house creatures right It's an entire bed, but the bed is a thing, like a person. Yeah.

As I watched, a pair of the arms reached to gently part gossamer curtains like a brie lifting a veil. Its face. How to describe its face. Once cleaning trash out of our house, I found an old china doll. It had a puffy, exaggerated expression of innocence, though time had worn the paint from its face and gave it only the barest imitation of humanity. The creature's face looked like that doll, but its eyes were large and bulging. and completely black. God, fuck that.

Dude, that's terrifying. I hate that it's even kind of a human-esque face. That makes it worse. Yeah. I imagine it where the headboard would be, you know? Hmm.

Like, leaned up looking at him. It's like these dark black eyes. Yeah. Most notably of all, from its forehead spreaded a pair of long, feathery antenna. They were as long as its arms reaching towards the high ceiling.

They waved back and forth gently like ferns. As I took it in, stunned by the wrongness of it all, the creature smiled at me. His pale, fleshy lips parted, revealing a tripping black mouth with no teeth. And then it spoke. I know sweetenice. It said. The voice was so wrong. The inotation of words were clearly English, but the voice feminine.

But it had a weird buzz to it. to it and a thick quality like someone speaking with their throat blocked I was somehow able to find my own voice what are you how do you know my name strange buzzing and clicking noise came from the creature the fat on its body rolled like waves and the toothless mouth gaped wider it was laughing I am you you are the fruit of my loins I birthed your brothers and your father and your father father and his father before him i know every each of you were first for it grew and pupated within me now time has come for you to give to give of yourself so i may have your

son dude i love this oh oh oh it's his mother imagine having to fuck your your your imagine having the fuck your mom, grandma, and great-grandma. Dude, it's like a giant, it's like a giant insect. It's like a giant brood mother with the antenna and the shape of it and everything like that. It's like, um, feathery too. It's like this alien that may be like way back in generations like convince the first member of the family and then threatens them if they ever leave from it.

So it's like using them to grow people. Oh. Huh. I understood almost immediately I felt a mix of horror and revulsion but it was far off suppressed the sweet smell filled my nostrils made my head swim

my skin was hot and itchy and the ill-fitting suit making them wear a suit like it's a like it's a wedding like they're the groom do you think this has anything common this has anything to do with like the incestuous nature of Southern

it could be a commentary on that like how i'm wondering southern aristocracy like even the way of like this like cousin marriage and stuff like that yeah yeah right that could that could be the idea that and it's also like there's kind of this theme that's floated around about like uh the rot of the family like the house is decrepit the forest is trying to reclaim it almost embodying the forest as if the forest is trying to do a justice by getting rid of the property and he says at the beginning it dates back to slavery right so it's like there's been such great sins committed by the lineage of this family it's like everything around the family is trying to do away with it the house is trying to rot away the forest is trying to overtake the property and now we have a physical

embodiment of the rod in the family in this incestuous bug underneath the property that they that birthed this entire generation and the generations before it yeah it's yeah i i think that's fair to say. There's like a statement there being made about it. Yeah. I should have been terrified. I should have been disgusted. I am in retrospect, but I was under the spell of the creature. A scent of its pheromones too powerful for my brain to comprehend. In that moment, I knew that my body served a singular purpose, and I knew what that purpose was. Then I was before the creature. Its many arms petted my hair, my body, my face, and the soft feathers tickling me. It could, and spoke to me as I climbed on top of it.

My body sinking into it soft and yielding flesh. I lay on its stomach. Its bosom is my pillow. Lying against its skin, though it was tacky like dough. I felt a comfort I had never known nor ever known since. I was safe. I was swaddled. I was loved.

It wrapped its spindly arms around me. It's buzzing words of encouragement burrowing into my brain like worms. Oh gosh. It's like a mother and a the, uh, we're pretty gross.

I will say, I was say. I had a pretty stern, stank face right there from being honest. This is, this is cosmic punishment for me making goth mommy jokes for so long. it's like oh you like that

is that what you want okay here you go it's like okay I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm tapping out right now I regret it and then I began to move my hips and I was in heaven oh boy Shakira them hips don't lie the

not to encourage you but the bad bug thing is singing that the whole time yeah I'm on the line I'm a heap's don't lambs done to Viron I was there actually I fuck I love Shakira dude I honestly probably get down with the bed monster if it was fucking shit singing Shakira

I'll spare you the mechanical details of that coupling me were calling having sex with a moth monster who was also oh feathery antenna yeah moth duh yeah a moth monster who was also apparently my mother and grandmother is just as traumatizing as you reading about it. But what I must say is that I have

never felt pleasure like that since. I have never once felt so loved, so held, and so safe. I know now that I wasn't in my right mind, and recalling it makes me nauseous. There are still nights I jolt awake feeling a ghost of that heavenly pleasure. For a moment, I grieve that I'll never feel it again. Damn. I don't know how long I was in that chamber with that thing. I vaguely remember dressing myself slowly. Still drunk from the pheromones in the air.

I remember the creature rubbing its belly. Brough. Gosh, dude. Yeah, he definitely. Old boy left some sourdough in the oven when he left for sure. Shut up. Shut up. Oh.

God damn. Uh, remember the creature rubbing its belly as I left, followed by a cloud of moths. A little easy bake oven. Shut up. You're awful. Call that monster bed at crocker. No, go ahead. This is so up your element.

I love it. This is your element. I will say to, I will say to the, the idea, like the description that I thought was fucking revolting and awesome was him saying that the, the skin felt like dough. Like, like, you whenever you touch a dough and it's like kind of sticky, oh, like it. It's soft. It's like a cloud, but when you try to pull your hand back out, it sticks to you and you realize it's kind of sandy almost. And the whole time, it just has these words of encouragement the entire time. How fuck is that?

Oh, gosh. the motherly thing with it and like it's shape and like you sink into the stomach of it all those things combined oh oh god oh okay

you know this is also a payback because last week I was listening back to the mother horse size episode and there's so many parts where it's me like nerding out about biblical stuff and you're just like okay and now this is payback because you get to be hype and I get to like I feel like I'm going to throw up I'm just I legitimately

the entire time I've been sitting here I've been thinking about like what moth pheromot like what moth pussy pheromone smell like did I was like see what I mean that's like it's such an interesting descriptive where I was just the whole time I was just like

Cinnabon for sure I was like I bet cinnamon rolls a little bit of icing on top of that well he he prepared the icing he was sitting there and he was talking about there you you being you come on man come on do you think that okay actually kind of be like it'd almost be like having sex with the Pillsbury dough boy okay actually that's literally what it'd be like would not

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for hours and hours over dinner i made eye contact with paws i was shoveling spaghetti into my mouth he beamed at me proudly and i felt good jamie was looking at me also he didn't return my smile his mouth was now permanently set in a grim line as the encounter with the moth creature faded like a dream jamie continued to bother me at any experience the same heavenly pleasure died had? Sure, there were lingering dregs of fear, even disgust at what I'd done, but if everyone in our family had done it, what was the harm? It was our legacy, after all. More time passed, and my confusion turned to anger. Jamie barely interacted with us anymore. Did he think he was better than us? Did he think that his feelings made him separate from the

family somehow? I never got the chance to confront him. He came to me. It was about five months after my 18th birthday. Life had continued as normal, but one morning, when we woke up, there was a strange feeling in the air. I made a comment about it to my brothers, but they just looked at me blankly. So we went about our chores. I felt strangely happy. We were walking out to one of the old guest houses when Jamie grabbed me roughly by the arm and pulled me away. He was nearly nose to nose with me, and his eyes were bright and wild. You listen good now, Eli. Why the hell do you think Paul never let us talk to the girls in town?

I looked at him in confusion. At the thing in the chapel, it doesn't want outside competition. It gave birth to all of us, boys. But I can't control the gender of the baby it makes. Why do you think there's no girls in our family? What do you think happens when one is born? See, I assumed it was all automatically boys, but that's interesting. The beginnings of dread began to creep up from my stomach.

Yo, where's this coming today? Jamie continued. His mouth turned into a scowl. Let go of the bicycle. on my arm. For your sake. I hope it ain't a girl. His face fell.

I wasn't so lucky. That explains why he's shaken out of the delirium that. Well, I'm wondering if you don't, if you don't produce a boy, if it fucking like mutilates you or something. I wonder if it bites off your dick or something like that. I think it just kills the girls.

When it gives birth to a girl, it kills it. Yeah. Eats it or something. Yeah, something brutal. So that's what, happened because remember Jamie several months afterwards got let out at night then he came back different that's what he saw

so it's about to be what tonight Eli saw yeah he saw his he saw his daughter slash sister-in-law it is bald or something like that yeah slash step-ant oh oh he gave is that that would work step-ant yeah no just aunt

you know what I say I'm going to say it it's just all plain wrong yeah yeah yeah the dynamics of that are rough okay anyway it's like that song on my own grandpa like I've never heard that

I don't know what kind of fucking backwood stuff you've been listening to you've never heard that song it's by the guy that did the squirrel went berserk the no you don't know that one nope the day the squirrel

went berserk in the first self register is this is a very nice that sounds like one of the, that's like one of the gayest things hold on. Hold on. Hold on. In the most middle school way I can say it, that is one of the gayest things were heard. It just like when the squirrel went berserk. Hold on. Hold on. It's like so fucking stupid. Just. Ray Stevens.

Fucking Ray Stevens. Oh, God. It's Ray Stevens. He has a song where he's explaining like he married an older lady and his dad married a younger girl. And it turns out it was a mother and daughter. And then he's like, by cause and effect, because I married her or no, he has a kid with the older lady so then he's married to no no his dad has a kid with the younger lady which makes that like his grand

which makes that his son but also his dad is his grandfather so he does the math and he's like I'm my own grandpa by like the cause and effect of it yeah anyway that is completely unimportant but yeah okay before I could say anything he was gone stalking off after the rest of our brothers

stood staring after him. As night came, my dread grew. Gone was my pleasant mood from before. The night found me sleepless, and I stared at the ceiling for hours. When the door creaked open, I knew it was paw. He came to my bedside and motioned for me to join him. We made our way through the dark woods to the chapel. That bad feeling was everywhere, soaked into the very air.

The creatures of the night were silent, and it was cold. The chapel stood, a white smear in the darkness. We went inside, the floorboards seemed to vibrate, and when Paw opened the trap door, I heard it. A terrible, buzzing wail, full of anger and pain, punctuated by inhuman squeaks and growls. I had heard the sounds of animals in pain before. It was like some sort of horrible symphony of all of those cries. I recoiled at the sound, standing rooted to the spot. I looked at Paw to see if my horror was reflected in his face.

It was, to some extent, but over it lay a veneer of hardness. I realized that whatever was happening was no mystery to him. He'd probably experienced it a hundred times before. Took my arm and practically dragged me down the tunnel. The moss were flapping around wildly, diving at us and bouncing off the walls. A few of them flew into the candle flames, their feathery wings burning as fast as paper. Screaming got louder. Came to the chamber.

The creature was in the same spot. but this time its body was rippling like a wave some of its arms were braced on the walls and floor the sweet smell was gone replaced by that of blood and viscera the creature's puffy doll face was twisted in a horrifying mask of pain and rage spittle flew from its black mouth as it wailed the sound bouncing around the chamber its antenna swiveled wildly around its head every feather twitching and shaking. At the side of us, its pallid face contorted further. Let me! Bellowed my father's name. Wolf have you wrought?

The furled your loins begat me, only curses. I was transfixed by the creature's rippling body, bile rising in the back of my throat. It was pushing something out. Oh, I realized. A dark puddle was forming on the, the floor beneath it my father moved towards the creature like he meant to comfort it a pair of arms sideswiped him with surprising strength sending him careening into the wall he tripped over the candles creature let out a deep throaty groan his body gave one more powerful ripple and there was a

wet oh gosh this is so gross and there was a wet noise as something dropped onto the floor of the cave The lay before me was essentially a cocoon. It was roughly watermelon-sized, white in its glistening with fluid in the light. The creature's screams died, which were rattling breaths. As I watched, the cocoon began to tremble, a tiny red fist towards way through the gauzy membrane. From the whole, I heard a cry, weak implantive. It was a baby. Something came over me.

I somehow knew that the baby was mine I'm sure others can tell better stories of parental instincts kicking in but that's what happened to me at that moment while my father and the creature struggled to recover I knelt down and began ripping the cocoon apart trying to free the baby within the cocoon had the texture of spider silk

thin and sticky it dissolved at my touch soon the baby was free its skin was red and blotchy and it looked like a lumpy potato but its face and cry were wholly human. And as I held it in my hands, I could feel the very gears of the world turning.

My fate was changing. Alives. The creature rasped. I looked up at it. Its expression had relaxed. Its black eyes grown wide and shining, reflecting the candlelight. Its antenna had calmed,

resuming their slow and gentle waving. It reached its nearest pair of arms out to me. Bring it to me. Demanded. I lifted the baby in front of me and realized it was set in dread. But something on it was missing. The baby was female. Ah, shit.

Creatures arm strained for the baby, and I instinctually clutched it to my chest. Why? It is an ussummer. It is a curse. And the labor was long. I am hungry. Yep. It eats the babies.

How messed up, dude. How, uh, uh, it's, uh, it licked. lips leaving behind a film of gray spit from a black tongue. Jamie's words came back to me then, and I realized that he was right.

Pod got to his feet, he clutched his side, clearly hurt, and his clothes were singed from candle flames. Just give it to her son. It'll be over soon. I looked down at the baby. It was crying and squirming. It grabbed onto my shirt as tightly as it could, its little fist bawling the fabric. For the first time in my life, I made my own decision. I turned away from my family

and I ran Oh shit I held the baby tightly to my chest as I spread it into the tunnel my father called after me but his voice was drowned out by a buzzing whale that grew in volume

until it seemed a physical thing a wave pushing me out moths bounced off my face as I ran past the candles they blew out filling the tunnel with darkness I thought I heard my father scream a sound of terror

beneath the creature's anger I don't like to think about it. I left our property towards town. The baby's still bawling loudly. Finally, I had to stop running. My lungs burning and my legs cramping. I'd never been as afraid as I was limping through that dark forest. My daughter's cries, a dead giveaway to any who would follow.

But nothing dead. I walked through the town, knocking on doors until someone answered. My daughter's sobs had tapered from a steady stream to quiet whimpers, and I knew she needed care soon. The ice cream girl answered the door. Her hair must with sleep. She took in the side of me, recognizing me immediately,

and her eyes widened at the baby in my arms. Please help us. I croaked. It was the first time I'd spoken to a woman, really spoken. Shirley's family took care of me for a while. They taught me how to care for my daughter, how to change diapers and prepare formula and burper.

I never left their house for fear of seeing my family. I was there for only a week or two, then my daughter and I hit the road again. Went from town to town, surviving on the kindness of strangers. It was usually women who ended up helping us. I met all kinds of women. Women hardened by the world, bitter ones, gentle ones, fiery ones. It taught me about the world at all the things I'd been missing. We were far enough north that I felt safe.

I began trying to settle down. My daughter was growing into a healthy, fat little toddler. little toddler. I'm really afraid that the daughter is going to be one of those bed things. That's what I'm wondering too. She was the axis on which my world turned. Everything I did, I did for her.

Eventually I named her Deborah, Debbie for short. I found a decent job with on-site daycare for Debbie. Back then, it was a little easier to provide for a child than it is today. I won't deny. But I still worked myself to the bone. It was the easiest way to chase away the shadows that plagued my mind.

I had lovers here and there, both men and women, but as in lasted. Sex was difficult for me, considering what I had been through. I always felt disgusting afterwards, always unable to ignore the simple fact that I would never feel as good as that. And that knowledge made me feel like a monster. Eventually, I stopped trying to feign interest in sex, and I was happier for it, but it meant that I never got into a real relationship. I didn't need a relationship. I had Debbie.

As the years passed and she grew bright and smart and funny, shadows of my past seemed farther and farther away. But I was a fool to let myself be comforted by time. I cannot escape the curse of my blood, no matter how far I run. Yesterday was Debbie's 14th birthday. Today she locked herself in the bathroom in the morning, crying for hours. She finally let me in, I could barely contain a scream.

Because there, bursting from my daughter's forehead was a pair of long feathery end. 10. Oh, man. Oh, that was awesome. That was sick. What a great little ending there.

So much for the, no. Oh, that's rough, dude. Such a goddamn, such a short, sweet little thing. Compared to last week, too, it's still packed such a,

a great punch. Also, too. So I'm wondering to, obviously the competition right of not wanting any female children do you think it was just solely so that moth creature could be the only one or do you think it was just like is or first let me ask is that something that moth do in general do they eat their own children no i don't i don't think i don't think that i'm so curious do you think that do you think that the moth killed the dad and the family

No, no, hold on. Children, no, I'm crazy. Absolutely not because moth. I don't think moth eat at all. Maybe some do, but they're just the adult versions of the caterpillars to go, the chrysalis. And then they're just normally just in moth state long enough to eat. I mean, not eat to breed. And then they die. I'm pretty sure. So this is one that's continued to eat to where if it, if it, oh, I wonder actually if the moth died because it was unable to eat. It's young or whatever. You know what I mean? That's another way. moss generally do not eat much and some species don't eat at all. Interesting. Interesting. I wonder if it was just keeping itself alive through like generations of this of like the men coming back to like basically keep it alive through sex. You know what I mean? Yeah. The idea of eating the daughters is so brutal eating their own children. And now that creates it. There, there are some interesting things about like, you know, he is a moth or like he's a half moth creature throughout the story. Right. And now it's like you go back to the mother. and you know you give it another child that's the same way as you and it doesn't want competition

so does that mean when his daughter gets old enough she's also going to put out pheromones and try to convince her father to keep this lineage going that that i don't know that and also at one at what point in the bloodline did a man find a giant alien moth creature underground and just it sounds like well it sounds like it was something that came up from the dirt like something ancient that started to like insert itself onto his family. Also I like the parallels earlier of what they said of like the family was born on slavery

rape and pain basically. You could look at that like literal slaves, but you could also the family itself has been enslaved by this thing. And like is, you know, unwillingly having sex with this thing and basically continuing its bloodline that way. Unable to actually ever have like a real human existence too.

But yeah, I was curious because I said it was he was lumpy. like a sweet potato. So I'm curious if even when it was a baby, did it look normal or did it look like, you know, has it always been kind of a weird looking? Well, they said it was weird, but or that the little girl was weird, but that she had a cry that was distinctly human. So I think it looked human up until it was 14 and started growing the antenna. Right. Yeah. Whatever way you look at this story, it's incredibly messed up. Yeah. From every angle, this is brutal. It's rough it hurts such a interesting also it got us there in such a fast way like i don't know

bought into like weird southern culture thing of like dad who like does not allow his uh sons to talk to women uh only to find out that like basically the family survived by inbreeding with this thing that is like not it's it's father's mother's father mother's grandfather all that kind of stuff just so fucked up and weird also too good for all Elias. Elias is a dope character getting the fuck out of there. Also to Jamie having the

the will. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Elias. It's Elias. My bad. Elias is our main character. And then the, uh,

and then Jamie even having the gusts just like kind of warn him as well. But obviously he had to suffer through that. I'm so curious to wonder if the monster. If he had got that warning, his daughter would have been eaten. Yeah. Yeah. But then it's like,

okay, would it been better if she was if this is going to start again and the process continue, you know? I'm wondering if. if he because of that altercation when he's just like just think about it because at first he was like so on board with just being like well this is what our family does it is what it is if he doesn't get that if he didn't get that kind of interaction with his brother that kind of perspective do you think he would have saved his child or do you think that his fatherly instincts would have kicked in and

he's just like what it would have still been the same fate you know what I mean what do you still have taken and ran away I don't know kind of an interesting thing also you have so many other brothers that I'm wondering I'm so curious to see from the author's perspective if like the you know is the thing still alive is it still going on or so many like fun little things to think about because in this case I'd like to think that this is actually the thing that killed the creature and now the dad and them are able to like I don't know live their lives normally however that is that the dad is fucked because he's just it's a lifetime he mentally disturbed I mean he got well he got ripped apart is what sounds like I heard

heard my father scream over the sound of the creature's anger I don't like to think about. That sounds to me like he killed. So he probably did die then. Who knows? Well, it says earlier, you have brought me only transgressions or whatever she says. And then she hears the father's scream. So I think that means that it killed, you know. Oh, it's kind of interesting because yeah, that that means that the dad, which is fine, which is

fine. That means the dad was the last one to actually have a son. And then now I think what he means is you've only given me transgression. I'm wondering if it's saying like you, your kids only bear. women women yeah that's what sounds like to me also this is kind of reminiscent of tommy taffy and that it's a father who has a curse that willingly tries to let their children get through the curse and it's a sexual curse funny enough um or it has sexual elements to it and it's like we just have to maintain we just have to you know get through this stage um but at least with

the original tommy taffy there was evidence of that family trying to stop it even if you know me and you made jokes about like you should have tried harder there was some attempt to like push it back uh whereas here it seems like the father was just bought into it but at the same time maybe the father was still under the delusion maybe you know I'm sure there was a daughter he had mixed in but he thought he needed to take care of his sons who knows if it's all you've ever known and that's how you've been raised and stuff I mean what else what else would you know I mean is it different yes but at the same time but that's just like what life has been of course you're going to like continue to carry on the kind of uh the kind of i guess

systematic fucking shit that happens in your own family you know what i mean my dad did this therefore i do it whatever and especially if you don't allow them to associate with anybody in the outside world especially women then what's the uh you know what do you expect i don't think that i don't think i don't think i can fault the dad i just he's just a person that i mean years of delusion you know to this point now where you have a character like elias who's sitting there and he sees his brother Jamie talking to the other girl like you can tell the younger guys are interacting more than

they should be with people outside of uh you know the dad's reach to where that probably gave them a bit of perspective as well so I don't know very interesting like you said though definitely my kind of story I love just weird I'm man I just was thinking at my head about

the big pillowy kind of monster thing also it just living in this like fucking underground tunnel with candles lining the wall like visually such a fun story also the author solos did solace did a incredible job with some of the descriptions just like intro like even just the i'll go back i know i've already talked about it but i just love that descriptor of the dough skin just that feeling of like i already know what that feels like like i'm just i feel like i've felt it on my hand since we've been we've been reading this or even uh elias tearing open the the cocoon and it's

like a silk like a spider web kind of like texture and stuff and the the sounds that would make of tearing that open super fun also too just like you know this could easily be a story that you stretch out and stuff but it was just such a fun little like almost social media post you know even at the end he's just like and it has just that little cherry on top with the antenna at the end really enjoyed it yeah that that killed that was awesome we likey we likey and it's nice have a nice little digestible fucking a nice swift punch to the gut after a long episode.

So this is just a nice little palette cleanser to kind of get us back into our normal routine of having episodes to be like two and a half, three hours long. It's always nice whenever you find a story that's just short and punch you like this. Really like it. So they have, I'm looking at their stuff.

They have at least two other stories posted in no sleep. One is called Saint in a box that's still up. But they had another one called drowning doesn't always kill you that was removed from no sleep uh knowing no sleep it may have been removed because they said like yeah because they gave a location the fictional locations like address or something like something fucking one of the one of the giant arbitrary rules they have on their fucking submission boards that's kind of if you're watching this if you're watching the solace just

throw it on creepcast whatever throw it on creep cast in throw it on creep cast well we'll leave it up also that's a great name for a story not drowning doesn't always kill you pretty fun yeah so well guys thank you so much for listening today i know this one was a short one we like i said we were just trying to give ourselves a bit of time after that behemoth we recorded before but this is this one turned out to be great not often do you get a nice fuck fuck family moth pussy story that you know rarely rarely happens in this lifetime so we're very lucky uh be sure to check us out on spotify and uh apple podcast and all this kind of places and as well if you're interested in checking out the patreon feel free to check it out there and support us and get some more

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