My dear, there are nights when the air feels heavier… when the darkness clings to you like damp earth. On such nights, the dead may walk, killers may strike unseen, and strange lights may beckon you to your doom.This evening, we have five stories steeped in shadow and dread:where corpses refuse to rest, reptiles hiss in the dark, and midnight becomes the hour when all debts are paid.🪦 The Walking CorpseSome graves are sealed with more than dirt. When the dead man’s shadow stretches further than it should… you may already be too late.🐍 Serenade for a CobraA melody can soothe—or it can strike. And this one has fangs.🕛 Murder at MidnightIn the silence of the witching hour, even a whisper can kill.🔥 Fire in the SkyStrange lights. A heat you can feel in your bones. And the moment you realize it isn’t coming from this world.💔 Can’t We Be FriendsSome friendships should never begin… and some endings are worse than death.So stay close, my dear. The night is long, and the stories are waiting.🎧 LISTEN NOW and subscribe for spine-tingling horror stories every week!🎉 Unlock exclusive bonus episodes and support the show on Patreon!👉 WeeklySpooky.com/Join📬 Contact Us / Submit Your Horror Story!Twitter: @WeeklySpookyFacebook: facebook.com/WeeklySpookyEmail: WeeklySpooky@gmail.com🎵 Music by Ray Mattis 👉 Check out Ray’s incredible work here !👨💼 Executive Producers: Rob Fields, Bobbletopia.com🎥 Produced by: Daniel Wilder🌐 Explore more terrifying tales at: WeeklySpooky.com
My dear, there are nights when the air feels heavier… when the darkness clings to you like damp earth. On such nights, the dead may walk, killers may strike unseen, and strange lights may beckon you to your doom.This evening, we have five stories steeped in shadow and dread:where corpses refuse to rest, reptiles hiss in the dark, and midnight becomes the hour when all debts are paid.🪦 The Walking CorpseSome graves are sealed with more than dirt. When the dead man’s shadow stretches further than...