A well-intentioned recycling program has unintended consequences for a small town when lightening strikes a pile of old batteries.

A musician struggling to write songs starts receiving helpful tips and ideas from a mysterious source. But the help doesn't come for free...

"I started sleeping with the flashlight next to my pillow where no one could touch it without me, hopefully, noticing. I liked the comfort of having it within reach. Especially when a chorus of scrapes woke me up a week later. It sounded like a dog scrambling across slick ice—chaotic and desperate. The noises ended with a solid thud. I grabbed the flashlight, not even realizing it had been turned off again, and flashed it around."

"She came out of the woods two full days later, but she had changed. Her face had become expressionless. If she spoke it all, she did so in a hushed whisper. Her knuckles were bruised and there were scratches all over her arms, too. She had clearly been in some kind of struggle."

I surveyed the shop from the base of the stairs. The snow globe’s tune started to become slower and less rhythmic as the machine wound down. I momentarily regretted the organized chaos of our shop floor. Furniture pieces of various sizes created all sorts places for someone to hide.

For Laura, who’s wages generally revolved around gratuity, slow business meant less cash to take home to the hungry bills stacking up on her counter. If she didn’t have such personal woes to occupy her, she may have been more concerned about the reason people weren’t going out to eat so much. Over the previous two weeks, there had been six murders in town.

"He didn’t see anything near them until he looked down. Two grasshoppers were looking directly at him. Then he saw a cricket, also pointed in his direction. Sandy held him tightly as they saw more and more insects, each one with its focus set on the two kids."

News channels brought the televised trial national attention. If it weren’t for all the press, Yvette might have been able to slip right back into society unnoticed. It’s certainly what she would have preferred after witnessing—and allegedly causing—a murder.

The heavy footfalls always started at the furthest end the hall. They had an uneven tempo like a song with a heavy swing. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. I’m pretty sure what made the sounds has a limp. The footsteps got louder as they approached my door—much louder than the guards’ footsteps. And here’s the eeriest part: they didn’t echo.

I had just fallen asleep when my doorbell rang. I’m not sure if you’ve ever had your doorbell rung late at night, but its a chilling sound. I picked up my phone and saw a notification from the doorbell app. It said, “Someone is at the door.” This message usually gave me a warm feeling, but that night it sent a chill up my spine.

I was flattered to be invited into a group of such young, attractive people. In my late thirties, I was starting to feel as if my glory days were behind me. I say this only to explain why I was so willing to sit with this group of strangers. In hindsight, I should have been wary of why they wanted anything to do with me.

A student explores a haunted space in his high school

<p><em>I looked out at the shop. With everything back in order, the Fiesta’s appearance was the only reminder of the incident. But the shop floor had an eerie feel to it. I told myself the feeling lingered from the unsettling experience of the break-in, but I’m not sure I was being honest with myself. Those pictures were disturbing. I’m sure I’d been alone in the shop when I took them. I had walked all over, photographing every angle. I hadn’t heard a sound or seen anything to make me think someone else had been there.</em></p><ul> <li><strong>https://anchor.fm/thewarningwoods/support</strong></li> <li><strong>www.patreon.com/thewarningwoods</strong></li> <li><strong>www.instagram.com/thewarningwoods</strong></li></ul><p>Copyright 2021 Miles Tritle | The Warning Woods Horror Stories</p><p>Subscribe for more creepy horror stories! Scary stories are released every Friday at midnight CST.</p>

<p>“Life is short; death is forever,” she said. “If I leave you alone for the rest of your life, you have to promise you will stay with me forever when you die.”</p><p>This story details a young man's experience with an "imaginary friend" and the tragic affect his friendship has in his adult life.</p><ul> <li><strong>https://anchor.fm/thewarningwoods/support</strong></li> <li><strong>www.patreon.com/thewarningwoods</strong></li> <li><strong>www.instagram.com/thewarningwoods</strong></li></ul><p>Copyright 2021 Miles Tritle | The Warning Woods Horror Stories</p><p>Subscribe for more creepy horror stories! Scary stories are released every Friday at midnight CST.</p>

<p><em>“Go ahead 652,” answered the sergeant.</em></p><p><em>“I’ll take some assistance at St. Mary’s. I might need a hand with this guy.” 652’s message was difficult to hear over the pulsating rhythm of the chanting. It had grown much louder and more forceful.</em></p><p><em>“Copy 652. Be advised, we can barely hear you over that guy. Can you make him stop talking?” asked the sergeant. Yolanda exchanged a look with Levi. They both rolled their eyes.</em></p><p><em>“Copy, uh…Sir, my prisoner isn’t talking.”</em></p><ul> <li><strong>https://anchor.fm/thewarningwoods/support</strong></li> <li><strong>www.patreon.com/thewarningwoods</strong></li> <li><strong>www.instagram.com/thewarningwoods</strong></li></ul><p>Copyright 2021 Miles Tritle | The Warning Woods Horror Stories</p><p>Subscribe for more creepy horror stories! Scary stories are released every Friday at midnight CST.</p>

<p><em>“Is the spirit of a dead person here?” Sarah asked, ignoring the strange glances from her peers. The planchette slid to “no,” much to the amusement of the other kids. Sarah became nervously excited.</em></p><p><em>“Are you an evil spirit?” she asked. The planchette practically teleported across the board, nearly escaping the kids’ fingertips on its way to “yes.”</em></p><ul> <li><strong>https://anchor.fm/thewarningwoods/support</strong></li> <li><strong>www.patreon.com/thewarningwoods</strong></li> <li><strong>www.instagram.com/thewarningwoods</strong></li></ul><p>Copyright 2021 Miles Tritle | The Warning Woods Horror Stories</p><p>Subscribe for more creepy horror stories! Scary stories are released every Friday at midnight CST.</p>

<p><em>"Besides shattering my body, the accident did something to my mind. I’m seeing things—feeling things—that I’ve never experienced before. It’s a terrifying experience to be paralyzed, unable to call for help, and seeing ghosts."</em></p><ul> <li><strong>https://anchor.fm/thewarningwoods/support</strong></li> <li><strong>www.patreon.com/thewarningwoods</strong></li> <li><strong>www.instagram.com/thewarningwoods</strong></li></ul><p>Copyright 2021 Miles Tritle | The Warning Woods Horror Stories</p><p>Subscribe for more creepy horror stories! Scary stories are released every Friday at midnight CST.</p>

<p><em>"There is nothing on you, I promise. Wing Worms aren’t real; did you know that?”</em></p><p><em>Her eyes became chasms and she shook her head aggressively. She pointed an arthritic finger above us, drawing invisible lines across the ceiling.</em></p><p><em>“There’s one…there’s one…there’s another one…I can see their little wings and their hungry little teeth. Don’t try tellin’ me somethin's not real when I can see it wi’ my own two eyes. This ain’t a loony bin, sonny,” she chided.</em></p><ul> <li><strong>https://anchor.fm/thewarningwoods/support</strong></li> <li><strong>www.patreon.com/thewarningwoods</strong></li> <li><strong>www.instagram.com/thewarningwoods</strong></li></ul><p>Copyright 2021 Miles Tritle | The Warning Woods Horror Stories</p><p>Subscribe for more creepy horror stories! Scary stories are released every Friday at midnight CST.</p>

<p><em>"Feet shuffled on the other side of the door, but didn’t leave. Then the door started to rattle again. The shaking was more aggressive this time. It seemed like the man was trying to rip the door down. I shouted uselessly at them to stop and pressed my body against the door to try and keep it shut."</em></p><ul> <li><strong>https://anchor.fm/thewarningwoods/support</strong></li> <li><strong>www.patreon.com/thewarningwoods</strong></li> <li><strong>www.instagram.com/thewarningwoods</strong></li></ul><p>Copyright 2021 Miles Tritle | The Warning Woods Horror Stories</p><p>Subscribe for more creepy horror stories! Scary stories are released every Friday at midnight CST.</p>

"I peeked around the corner and saw the source of both the sound and light. The refrigerator. It’s door kept swinging wide open, pausing, then slamming shut. All on its own. I stood there hugging the wall for a moment. I questioned whether I had woken up at all. Was I dreaming?" https://anchor.fm/thewarningwoods/support www.patreon.com/thewarningwoods www.instagram.com/thewarningwoodsCopyright 2021 Miles Tritle | The Warning Woods Horror StoriesSubscribe for more creepy horror stories! Scary stories are released every Friday at midnight CST.

<p><em>"The parking lot was almost full when we pulled in. My gut twisted when I saw why. More than half the snowmen had been dressed in children’s clothing. Not one had been given a face. The crystal surface of the snow had been trampled by dozens of parents who now stood examining snowmen wearing their children’s clothes."</em></p><ul> <li><strong>https://anchor.fm/thewarningwoods/support</strong></li> <li><strong>www.patreon.com/thewarningwoods</strong></li> <li><strong>www.instagram.com/thewarningwoods</strong></li></ul><p>Copyright 2021 Miles Tritle | The Warning Woods Horror Stories</p><p>Subscribe for more creepy horror stories! Scary stories are released every Friday at midnight CST.</p>

<p>Now Brianna felt it. The malevolence. It seeped from the woman like poison gas. With each step she took towards the cornered teens, they became more afraid and the malevolence grew a little stronger. Brianna could see it. It was in the haze that surrounded the apparition.</p><ul> <li><strong>https://anchor.fm/thewarningwoods/support</strong></li> <li><strong>www.patreon.com/thewarningwoods</strong></li> <li><strong>www.instagram.com/thewarningwoods</strong></li></ul><p>Copyright 2021 Miles Tritle | The Warning Woods Horror Stories</p><p>Subscribe for more creepy horror stories! Scary stories are released every Friday at midnight CST.</p>

<p><em>I waved Brett over and braced my feet on the deck. Together, we pulled the trapdoor free from the thick, mossy growth. There was a brittle crack as it came up, and I nearly vomited into my regulator when I saw why. As the trapdoor fell away, a bony hand remained attached to it. Brett shone his light down the hole, and we watched as the arm it had been attached to slipped into the darkness below.</em></p><ul> <li><strong>https://anchor.fm/thewarningwoods/support</strong></li> <li><strong>www.patreon.com/thewarningwoods</strong></li> <li><strong>www.instagram.com/thewarningwoods</strong></li></ul><p>Copyright 2021 Miles Tritle | The Warning Woods Horror Stories</p><p>Subscribe for more creepy horror stories! Scary stories are released every Friday at midnight CST.</p>

<p><em>“Charlie?”</em></p><p><em>She reached forward and gently touched his shoulder. Without turning or moving at all, Charlie screamed. He didn’t just cry out in surprise, he unleashed a continuous yell at piercing volume.</em></p><ul> <li><strong>https://anchor.fm/thewarningwoods/support</strong></li> <li><strong>www.patreon.com/thewarningwoods</strong></li> <li><strong>www.instagram.com/thewarningwoods</strong></li></ul><p>Copyright 2021 Miles Tritle | The Warning Woods Horror Stories</p><p>Subscribe for more creepy horror stories! Scary stories are released every Friday at midnight CST.</p>

<p>“Vern…” Letty pointed to a spot on the water near where the alligator had vanished. Little bubbles were bursting on the surface and something dark was spreading through the water. Bits of scaly flesh starting popping up near the bubbles in the pool of blood.</p><p>“Whatever that thing is, it’s ripping that gator apart...”</p><ul> <li><strong>https://anchor.fm/thewarningwoods/support</strong></li> <li><strong>www.patreon.com/thewarningwoods</strong></li> <li><strong>www.instagram.com/thewarningwoods</strong></li></ul><p>Copyright 2021 Miles Tritle | The Warning Woods Horror Stories</p><p>Subscribe for more creepy horror stories! Scary stories are released every Friday at midnight CST.</p>