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Tommy jolted awake. His heart started pounding. There was something, someone up there. He saw the faint glow of a bright red light—could it really be? And as shadows passed over the entry to the port, and a vague shape started lowering itself down, Tommy’s excitement kept building and building, until it was likely to make his chest burst, until... --Written by Anthony Botelho. Support The Wrong Station by subscribing at www.patreon.com/thewrongstation . The Wrong Station contains explicit conten...
You could be forgiven for being afraid , Kaisen thought, as she walked alone through the Hall of Bodhisattvas. She would never have admitted to such a thing, and she had been brought up to never show any emotion, let alone fear. But even though she had lived at the Monastery for decades, a low dread still clutched at her heart each time she walked through the reddish gloom of that hall. --Written by Alexander Saxton. Support The Wrong Station by subscribing at www.patreon.com/thewrongstation . T...
He sat up, thinking about the syringes, the figure in the alley, the strange dream with… that thing. It was all too much. He put his hands over his aching eyes, took a deep breath, and made up his mind. He was a sheepdog; he was a man of action. There was something he needed to check on. --Written by Alexander Saxton. Support The Wrong Station by subscribing at www.patreon.com/thewrongstation . The Wrong Station contains explicit content and mature themes. Episode-specific warnings can be found ...
When I began this life I didn’t muse on each hunt for as long as I now do. The morality, the greyness, or the consequences of my actions. Speed was my measure of success; not how clean the job was, whether I was efficient or cruel. It was all a race: to bathe in the blood of beasts and in the peoples’ gratitude. But now I do muse on them. Which is why I have begun to write this journal. --Written by Anthony Botelho. Support The Wrong Station by subscribing at www.patreon.com/thewrongstation . Th...
Good evening, you sweet little eggs. Tonight we will be reading from the Great Tome of All Hallows' Eve Snippets, Most Horrid and Most Foul: a collection of stories in which bad things happen to bad little children. And good ones too. --Written by Alexander Saxton, Anthony Botelho, and Jacob Duarte Spiel Support The Wrong Station by subscribing at www.patreon.com/thewrongstation . The Wrong Station contains explicit content and mature themes. Episode-specific warnings can be found at www.wrongst...
I had the overwhelming sense that the threads of my life had permanently snarled together, a tangle of knots and frayed ends that sat between my throat and my heart, impossible to loosen one without tightening another. I needed an escape. Out East. Out at Cape Spear, and the Cantwell Lighthouse. --Written by Jacob Duarte Spiel. Support The Wrong Station by subscribing at www.patreon.com/thewrongstation . The Wrong Station contains explicit content and mature themes. Episode-specific warnings can...
Do you remember the first job you ever had? I imagine you probably do; in no small part because your first job, if you’re like most people, was a shitty one. Mine was as a prep chef at Pollo Rojo . Sounds easy enough, right? What are we talking about here, chopping onions? Hah. No… not onions. --Written by Anthony Botelho. Support The Wrong Station by subscribing at www.patreon.com/thewrongstation . The Wrong Station contains explicit content and mature themes. Episode-specific warnings can be f...
He’d slept less than four hours. It was the fifth night in a row. He squeezed his eyes shut. His jaw ached and his throat felt raw, as if he had been screaming. He could feel sleep lurking nearby, but every time he lunged for it, it slithered just beyond his reach. --Written by Alexander Saxton. Support The Wrong Station by subscribing at www.patreon.com/thewrongstation . The Wrong Station contains explicit content and mature themes. Episode-specific warnings can be found at www.wrongstation.com...
It's the arcane knowledge you neither wanted nor asked for. In celebration of an unspecified number, or measure of that number, of Wrong Stations (tm [tongue-in-mouth]), we present your sinners' souls with: THE MOST WRONGE STATION: AN ORAL RECOUNTING MOST HISTORICAL. --Written by Alexander Saxton, Anthony Botelho, and Jacob Duarte Spiel. Support The Wrong Station by subscribing at www.patreon.com/thewrongstation . The Wrong Station contains explicit content and mature themes. Episode-specific wa...
"Fur, fins, scales, wings, legs: they all popped from the surface of the inert matter, as if testing the environment to see what adaptation would be most advantageous. Finding their niche in the constantly changing, radioactive world. I can’t be certain, but I’m not sure anything ever truly dies here." --Written by Jacob Duarte Spiel. Support The Wrong Station by subscribing at www.patreon.com/thewrongstation . The Wrong Station contains explicit content and mature themes. Episode-specific warni...
The candle sputtered as bits of badly-rendered fat crackled in the burning tallow. Exhausted from the day’s work, he sat back on his cot, watching the smoke rise like rain in reverse, to pool on the ceiling. Then something interesting began to happen. --Written by Alexander Saxton. Support The Wrong Station by subscribing at www.patreon.com/thewrongstation . The Wrong Station contains explicit content and mature themes. Episode-specific warnings can be found at www.wrongstation.com/c-w. Learn mo...
As a child, I’d loved this forest; maybe because it was where I went to get away from the cottage, and the dark, brooding pressure of my Grandfather’s presence. But something had changed. The woods no longer seemed like a place of reprieve. I felt that I was being… not watched, per se, but noticed, and that it wasn’t a friendly kind of noticing. --Written by Alexander Saxton. Support The Wrong Station by subscribing at www.patreon.com/thewrongstation . The Wrong Station contains explicit content...
"Year... II? Yes, it must still be. Brother! The pocket watch tells me it is now Prairial, which is strange, one because it is broken, and two, because it is only supposed to tell minutes and hours, not months. Nevertheless, greetings from Chateau Malheur-Infini!" --Written by Alexander Saxton. Support The Wrong Station by subscribing at www.patreon.com/thewrongstation . The Wrong Station contains explicit content and mature themes. Episode-specific warnings can be found at www.wrongstation.com/...
“I have done what you forced me to do,” he said. “I have initiated The Final Snow.” Even dampened by the snow, she could hear the outraged cry of despair that lifted from a million throats; across the city. He had passed a sentence of death upon them, and in so doing, upon all of humankind. There were no worlds left, and no ships left to go to them. --Written by Alexander Saxton. Support The Wrong Station by subscribing at www.patreon.com/thewrongstation . The Wrong Station contains explicit con...
Nothing specific about this episode, no no, not at all, oh no no my friends... --Written by Alexander Saxton, Anthony Botelho, and Jacob Duarte Spiel. Support The Wrong Station by subscribing at www.patreon.com/thewrongstation . The Wrong Station contains explicit content and mature themes. Episode-specific warnings can be found at www.wrongstation.com/c-w. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices...
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“Here’s the place,” she said, and then loitered by the door, impatient for us to get out. The apartment was a little grimy: she hadn’t cleaned up after the previous tenants, but it was nothing objectionable. I only had one question. “What’s that door in the hallway?” --Written by Alexander Saxton and performed by Breanna Maloney. Support The Wrong Station by subscribing at www.patreon.com/thewrongstation . The Wrong Station contains explicit content and mature themes. Episode-specific warnings c...
“I guess I always wanted to be a farmer.” I expected laughter, but instead the silence plunged deeper. “No,” said the farmer. “You don’t. The vermin, the too-small harvest, the too-big loneliness, up before dawn, asleep after dark. The forces of nature and God bending you to their will. Breaking you. And of course, this part of the country is prone to The Early Frost.” --Written by Jacob Duarte Spiel. Support The Wrong Station by subscribing at www.patreon.com/thewrongstation . The Wrong Station...
“Sorry, Hannah,” he said. “I forgot you liked horses so much, and didn’t want to hear about them getting lit on fire until their bones showed through. Just be careful, you know? And watch out down by the tracks, too. You know, after what happened to that chick over in Chase. After the accident.” --Written by Alexander Saxton. Support The Wrong Station by subscribing at www.patreon.com/thewrongstation . The Wrong Station contains explicit content and mature themes. Episode-specific warnings can b...
They arrived at the crime scene, a gorgeous space: plasterwork ceilings illuminated by broad sash windows. A floor of unsurpassed versailles parquetry was disfigured only by the pool of dried blood. “I do wish the police would allow us to clean that up,” said the Duke. “It is distasteful, ouais,” said Belanger. “But distasteful things are useful in this line of work.” --Written by Alexander Saxton. Support The Wrong Station by subscribing at www.patreon.com/thewrongstation . The Wrong Station co...
A pair of guards bowed low on the other side, and though their weapons were sheathed, he felt a spike of alarm, and nearly struck them with his sword, for both men were deformed, and hideous in his sight. But though their appearance repulsed him, they spoke elegant Spanish, and welcomed him most courteously. --Written by Alexander Saxton. Support The Wrong Station by subscribing at www.patreon.com/thewrongstation . The Wrong Station contains explicit content and mature themes. Episode-specific w...
The Badalisc is an Epiphany-time tradition, a creature that visits towns and gives a comedic speech where it talks about the town gossip and reveals people’s secrets. There’s singing, dancing, eating, and at the end of it the creature wanders back into the woods. At least, that’s what I was told it would be like. --Written by Anthony Botelho. Support The Wrong Station by subscribing at www.patreon.com/thewrongstation . The Wrong Station contains explicit content and mature themes. Episode-specif...
“That… play,” I said. “What did it represent?” He frowned at me and tilted his head. I repeated the question, but it seemed he’d understood my words, but not their meaning. “Represent?” he said. “Nay. It represent nowt. Tis just only the Auld Tup.” --Written by Alexander Saxton. Support The Wrong Station by subscribing at www.patreon.com/thewrongstation . The Wrong Station contains explicit content and mature themes. Episode-specific warnings can be found at www.wrongstation.com/c-w. Learn more ...
At four in the morning, I awoke writhing in pain. It was a hunger like nothing I’d felt up to that point. Like a force of nature. A vacuum needing to be filled. I tried in vain to sleep, to turn my thoughts away from eating and onto anything else, the blue rose, my future plans, my investment portfolio, literally anything. But it was no use. --Written by Jacob Duarte Spiel and performed by Melissa Taylor. Support The Wrong Station by subscribing at www.patreon.com/thewrongstation . The Wrong Sta...
“Your son must be initiated,” said the shaman, Shiao-Duun. “For his sake and yours. You are all too young to remember the hard times, the cold times. But Shiao-Duun is not too young. And I tell you, such times will come again. The tribe will need its sons. The initiation must come.” --Written by Alexander Saxton. Support The Wrong Station by subscribing at www.patreon.com/thewrongstation . The Wrong Station contains explicit content and mature themes. Episode-specific warnings can be found at ww...
“We just sail through.” And so we did. No flash, no psychedelic effects, it was like walking through a door. On one side, we left behind the world’s largest ocean; on the other, we entered a body of water nearly twice the size. --Written by Alexander Saxton and performed by Jacquie Martin. Support The Wrong Station by subscribing at www.patreon.com/thewrongstation . The Wrong Station contains explicit content and mature themes. Episode-specific warnings can be found at www.wrongstation.com/c-w. ...
Fallen leaves swirl beneath the feet of devils, witches, and demons. Flame is put to ten hundred thousand wicks, making faces glow through the dark October night. You crush a sweet thing between your teeth as you wait. You do not know for what but you know it will be unusual. It must be time for more snips, and it must be time for Halloween. --Written by Alexander Saxton, Anthony Botelho, and Jacob Duarte Spiel. Featuring Anthony Botelho, Joey Graff, Rachel Hart, Alexander Saxton, and Chelsea Ja...
Shavash Day came on a cold October morning. Stumbling to the window, I saw people already lining the grey streets, dressed in drab traditional attire, or the Red and Grey of the Caraghian flag. Something that struck me, even from the window, was that nobody looked happy. They all just stood, waiting without anticipation, listening to the music without clapping their hands. --Written by Alexander Saxton. Support The Wrong Station by subscribing at www.patreon.com/thewrongstation . The Wrong Stati...
“But that’s not fair,” she whispered. Her grandmother grinned at her, mouth very wide, long yellow-grey teeth clicking as they met. “Get used to it,” she said. “It’s an unfair world. You’re going to have to learn that if you want to run the Company someday." --Written by Alexander Saxton. Support The Wrong Station by subscribing at www.patreon.com/thewrongstation . The Wrong Station contains explicit content and mature themes. Episode-specific warnings can be found at www.wrongstation.com/c-w. L...
