No. A podcast dedicated to sharing the most famous chilling and disturbing

creepiesters and urban legends in the world. Whether these stories

truly happened or are simply publications is for you to decide.

These stories may contain graphic depictions of violence and explicit language.

Listener discretion is advised. Creepy presents. Last Meal. Written by M. Wiggens. And narrated by Heather Thomas.

The old woman checked her oven.

Almost ready.

She shuffled into the dining room and placed a china plate on the tablecloth.

The wooden box creaked as she opened it. She withdrew a silver knife and fork,

arranging them carefully on the table. Making it back into the kitchen, she placed a hand on her back

as she bent down to retrieve the butter and jam from the icebox.

Journeying again to the dining room,

she placed these in the proper position on the table.

She returned to pull the coffee off the stove top burner, fill her blue and white porcelain

cup, and ferry it by its saucer to the dining room.

I can smell those biscuits now.

Isn't it lovely?

When I woke up to that smell as a little girl, I couldn't wait to get out of bed.

She paused to catch her breath along her well-worn path before opening the oven door.

Her bifocals fogged as she withdrew the baking sheet.

Now, I don't mean to be telling tales out of school, but these may be the best I've ever made. The woman scooped the first biscuit with a spatula, her weapon

of choice. A clap of thunder sounded outside, and she nearly dumped the fresh-baked

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