God Is In The Radio

horror

  • Cast No Shadow

    Darkness wasn’t a lack of light in Grandma Marla’s house. It was something else. Something present. The first time I noticed it, I was six, chasing a dropped spoon under the dining table. My fingers reached for silver, but touched… Continue reading

    Cast No Shadow

  • The Night Unending, Part II

    Octavius scraped together a flashlight, some plastic-sealed food, and a coat that smelled faintly of old dreams. His apartment was cavernous and echoing. He stepped into the night’s impossible thickness with his odd little bundle. The air tasted like rust… Continue reading

    The Night Unending, Part II

  • The Night Unending, Part I

    Octavius awoke to a dense darkness that felt wet, like being submerged in ink. A velvet absence pressed against his eyelids from the inside out, humming softly, like a song only mirrors could sing. He couldn’t tell if his eyes… Continue reading

    The Night Unending, Part I

  • Everything Burns

    Jesus bursts from the tomb, howling like a feral moonHis breath thick with dust & the screams of centuriesThe holy men leap from their pewsSwinging incense like chains, tongues forked with fireThey swarm the heretics like rats on a sinking… Continue reading

    Everything Burns

  • A Truth Too Bleak

    How many times must I tell you this?The key to my heart is buried in the abyssDeep in the dirt, where the worms conspireStick a fork in it; this field’s on fire Livestock shriek in a mad paradeCharging the Big… Continue reading

    A Truth Too Bleak

  • The Watcher’s Tapes – Part VII: Recordings

    Elliot stood in the dim light of his kitchen, staring at the box of tapes on the counter. They felt heavier now than they had when he first brought them home, as though they carried the weight of all the… Continue reading

    The Watcher’s Tapes – Part VII: Recordings

  • The Watcher’s Tapes – Part VI: The Final Tape

    Questions had consumed Elliot’s life. Who was Arthur Caldwell? Why had the tapes fallen into his hands? And what was real anymore?  The stranger’s visit had only deepened the mystery. The man had called himself Caleb Caldwell, Arthur’s son, and… Continue reading

    The Watcher’s Tapes – Part VI: The Final Tape

  • The Watcher’s Tapes – Part V: The Unraveling

    It had been two weeks since he discovered the box of tapes, and every moment since felt like slipping further into someone else’s story. The footage of Arthur Caldwell standing outside the hospital still haunted him—those whispered words, “You’re ready… Continue reading

    The Watcher’s Tapes – Part V: The Unraveling

  • The Watcher’s Tapes – Part IV: The Mystery of Arthur Caldwell

    Elliot shifted uncomfortably in his chair, the flicker of the old tape casting erratic shadows across the walls of his small apartment. The grainy footage showed a faceless man adjusting a camera in what appeared to be a darkened room,… Continue reading

    The Watcher’s Tapes – Part IV: The Mystery of Arthur Caldwell

  • The Watcher’s Tapes – Part III: The Deep Dive

    Elliot sat cross-legged on the cold wooden floor of his small apartment, surrounded by piles of old VHS tapes. At first, they seemed like a peculiar relic of family life—harmless snippets of birthdays, holidays, and mundane moments. But then he… Continue reading

    The Watcher’s Tapes – Part III: The Deep Dive