Show Notes
Jethro grabbed Waylon by the hair of the back of his head, and led him to the edge of the boat. Waylon jerked and twisted his body fighting as much as he could. He shoved Waylon’s head under and his screams came up in gloppy bubbles.
"Through the Murk and Moss" was written by Paul Avery Tindol.
Performed by Graham Rowat, Zane Schacht and Danyelle Ellett.
Sound Design and Scoring by Jeremy Ellett.
About the Author: Paul Avery Tindol is a horror author from East Texas. He's been writing stories since he could pick up a pencil, and obsessed with all things spooky since his babysitter showed him A Nightmare on Elm Street. He is the author of Hunting Snipe: and Other Notes on the East Texas Cattle Mutilations, This House Will Never Be Warm, and Invasive Entities: Collected Horror Stories. His work has been featured on podcasts like Creepy, NoSleep, and Someone Just Like You. He lives with his wife Taylor in Dallas, Texas, where he continues to frighten his neighbors.
MUSIC: Jaeger's Cape (doom version) by Blear Moon
Someone Just Like You was created by Jeremy Ellett.
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