Welcome, dear listeners, to scary stories told in the dark.

I'm Malcolm Blackwood, your host and storyteller.

And you know where I'm from, we don't do bedtime stories.

So, if that's what you're expecting, you're in the wrong place. If it's

terrifying tales you're after, well, then I've got just the thing. So, get comfortable,

settle in, turn off the lights, if you dare. Your night is about to get a whole lot darker.

Besides, who needs sleep anyway?

Good evening, dear listeners, and welcome back.

You're listening to Scary Stories Told in the Dark,

the show where horror doesn't ask for your permission, only your attention.

I'm your host, Malcolm Blackwood.

In tonight's episode, we bring to you a single monumental

descent into cosmic dread, because some tales don't want company. Some stories are too vast,

too merciless, too all-consuming to share the stage. Tonight's story is about a world where the laws of nature have failed,

where hope becomes a liability, and with something ancient and immense watches from the sky,

not with judgment, but with appetite. It's a story about faith without mercy, about answers that should never be spoken aloud,

and about gods who do not forgive the hands that summon them.

So settle in, dim the lights, and remember, when the universe finally answers back,

it rarely says what you were hoping to hear.

Before we begin, a brief word of thanks.

Scary stories told in the dark is made possible by listeners like you, and by those who

choose to support us in the patrons area.

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