Hey, this is Trevor from the Acquisitions Department of Bloody FMs, the Antiquarium of sinister happenings.

One of our most favorite places to visit close to the shop is Campfire Radio Theater.

It's been open for more than 13 years and they always have something incredibly horrifying on the

marquee. Brought to life with a full cast of award-winning talent and cinematic sound.

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Available on Apple, Spotify, and wherever you get your podcasts.

The first month, overcast, mild temperature, an owl turns its head to stare through

our window as we awaken.

It was 858 a.m. on a Tuesday, and once again it was the sounds of violent seizing on the floor. a soothe her as her eyes rolled back and joints locked and pulled while her mouth foamed was tough.

Finding the opening in her mouth to administer her rescue medication, Midasolam, watching the paste coat

her gums, and hoping that it'll settle her while assuring

her I loved her and didn't want to hurt her was always harder.

Then came the grunts.

The dismal groans as her back arched and her shoulders rolled before her breathing

grew slower, labored, and she entered a state not dissimilar to dreaming, but without waking

up.

Blue flashing lights, paramedics gently moving me aside to administer oxygen and prep her to move

to the ambulance.

The long drive to the hospital, the slow but steady come around with confusion and the doctors

with well-meaning smiles and patts on the shoulder assuring me in a calm, collected, and distant tone, you're doing the best you can, given the circumstances.

Somewhere in that hospital ward, I would always see a flicker of something in the darker parts

of the halls. Shadows clinging to the last

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