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The Small Hours: Horror Stories
Original horror stories for the hours you should be asleep. A new tale of something wrong in an ordinary place every week: the night shift, the empty house, the job that pays too well, the town with rules. Plus The Marrow Lake Archives, an ongoing anthology of one small lake town's records. Violence is described in the narration; listener discretion advised. All stories are fiction, narrated with a synthetic voice.
Episodes
- The Small Hours: Horror Stories
I Watch the Wolves on a BC Beach. They Won't Touch the Wet Sand.
A horror story from the BC Coast: on a remote surf beach on the west coast of Vancouver Island, the wolves stopped setting foot on the wet sand, and every…
- The Small Hours: Horror Stories
The Hitchhiker Who Knew My Name | Creepy Story for Sleep
Keep Your Lights On, the Small Hours graphic novel (AI-generated art), is out now in paperback: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0HNV8XMVT Item 0008 from The Marrow…
- The Small Hours: Horror Stories
I Work Alone at a Northern BC Weather Station. Something Is Standing Under the Mast.
A weather station horror story from northern BC. At 3 a.m. the snow sensor says something two metres tall stands under the mast. She was the only person on…
- The Small Hours: Horror Stories
The Far Shore
A lake horror story from the BC Interior: a water-taxi driver aimed straight across a huge lake in late-summer smoke. By his watch he was on the water for…
- The Small Hours: Horror Stories
Would You Open the Door If It Sounded Like Your Mother? | Creepy Story for Sleep
Item 0007 from The Marrow Lake Archives. A letter, never sent. In this town nobody answers a knock once the lake ice is thick enough to walk on -- and…
- The Small Hours: Horror Stories
I'm a 911 Dispatcher in Northern BC. Five Houses Called About the Same Trick-or-Treater.
A 911 dispatcher horror story from Northern BC: on Halloween night, five houses, some eighty kilometres apart, called about the same trick-or-treater, in the…
- The Small Hours: Horror Stories
I Drive a Highway Sander. Something Barefoot Climbs the Runaway Lane at Minus 14.
A highway crew horror story from the BC Interior: every night, something walks barefoot up a mountain pass's runaway truck lane. Above the mill town of…
- The Small Hours: Horror Stories
I Close a Corn Maze in the BC Interior. A Lost Flag Went Up After Closing.
A corn maze horror story from the BC Interior: after closing, with every flag back in the rack, someone in the empty maze raised a lost flag. On a pumpkin farm…
- The Small Hours: Horror Stories
I Work Night Watch on a Remote BC Fish Farm. The Fish Won't Go Near It.
A fish farm horror story from the BC Coast. Fifty thousand salmon in pen six won't go near one spot, and no camera shows why. A night tender alone on a feed…
- The Small Hours: Horror Stories
Creepy Story for Sleep: What I Did This Summer | Marrow Lake Archives
Item 0006. A fourth-grade school essay, graded and returned, 1991. A child describes her grandmother's summer without understanding a word of it. Read by the…
- The Small Hours: Horror Stories
I Work as a Haunted House Actor in BC. One of Us Isn't on the Roster.
A haunted house horror story from the BC Coast: every guest this week has met an actor in yellow oilskins on the walkway. Nobody hired him. Every October, a…
- The Small Hours: Horror Stories
Creepy Story for Sleep: Four Messages for Enid | Marrow Lake Archives
Item 0005. An answering machine tape, 1980s. Four messages for a woman who never replied to a letter. Read by the Archivist. The Marrow Lake Archives is a…
- The Small Hours: Horror Stories
Creepy Story for Sleep: Still Warm to the Touch | Marrow Lake Archives
Item 0004. A county clinic's patient file, winter 1954. Frostbite that doesn't heal like frostbite should. Read by the Archivist. The Marrow Lake Archives is a…
- The Small Hours: Horror Stories
Scary Baby Monitor Story: Channel Two Heard Something Hunting
A scary baby monitor story. A yard-sale monitor bought to listen for an old dog picks up another house on channel two, where something is moving room to room…
- The Small Hours: Horror Stories
Creepy Story for Sleep: Eleven Seconds of Dead Air | Marrow Lake Archives
Item 0003. A radio station's overnight broadcast tape, autumn 1967. One DJ, one empty booth, and eleven measured seconds nobody can explain. Read by the…
- The Small Hours: Horror Stories
Hotel Horror Story: The Room That Isn't on the Floor Plan
A hotel horror story from the night audit desk. The door-lock log keeps showing someone entering room four-twelve and a half, a room that isn't on any floor…
- The Small Hours: Horror Stories
Scary Security Guard Story: One Body Too Many at the Body Farm
A scary security guard story from the night shift at a body farm, where donated bodies are left in a fenced field for research. The four a.m. count should be…
- The Small Hours: Horror Stories
Creepy Story for Sleep: The Bell Has Not Cracked Since | Marrow Lake Archives
Item 0002. Council minutes, dated November 1978. A cracked fire-watch bell, a vote, and a name nobody remembers striking from the record. Read by the…
- The Small Hours: Horror Stories
Creepy Story for Sleep: The Family That Thanked the Lake Wrong | Marrow Lake Archives
Item 0001. A letter, four pages, found in the Marrow Lake Historical Society archive. Read by the Archivist. The Marrow Lake Archives is a fictional anthology…
- The Small Hours: Horror Stories
Real Estate Horror Story | My 3D Scan Found a Room Inside the Walls
A real estate horror story about a photographer whose 3D scan of an empty house finds a room with no door, no window, and no way in. An original scary story…