I sat silently in my tent, listening to the sounds of snapping bones and guttural growls.

When the sun rose and I peered out, all that was left were blood-soaked footprints leading right to my truck.

Hi, I'm Glare Bathory, and this is the Something Scary podcast.

Thank you so much for being here, whether this is your first time, or you're one of the

brave souls who join us every week.

And I hope you enjoyed that two-sentence horror story at the opening of this podcast.

If you have one you'd like to share with us, drop it into the comments or send me an email

at something scary at snarl.com.

We might even add it to next week's podcast.

Sometimes, the ground beneath you isn't as solid as it seems.

It shifts, breathes, and remembers.

The forest doesn't just grow.

It watches, whispers, and waits for you.

Every step you take awakens something that should have stayed buried.

There are places where the earth hungers, where the

trees are hungry for more than just your fear. And once you've crossed the line, there's no going back.

So, my spooky listeners, happy Earth Day, or should I say, beware.

First, marked by midnight, followed by it breathes beneath you.

Finally, the last story, some eyes don't blink.

So, want to hear something scary?

Buried screams.

It's not what you hear in the woods that should scare you.

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