Blair Bathory

I hesitated. I remembered white dresses soaked in blood. I said yes anyway. That night... I woke at 4.03 a.m. There were lilies on the nightstand, wet, and scrawled and red across my bathroom mirror. You said forever. My stomach twisted. My fiancé was still asleep beside me, undisturbed. I crept to the living room. Something in the shadows shifted. I could feel her. Zia.

I whispered into the darkness, I'm sorry. Silence. Then a voice soft, familiar and wrong. You promised. But it wasn't me who drowned.

I whispered into the darkness, I'm sorry. Silence. Then a voice soft, familiar and wrong. You promised. But it wasn't me who drowned.

I whispered into the darkness, I'm sorry. Silence. Then a voice soft, familiar and wrong. You promised. But it wasn't me who drowned.

what i froze but there was no follow-up no answer just the sound of dripping drip drip drip coming from the hallway i followed it heart pounding to the linen closet i opened the door inside a single floaty deflated a string of wedding lights blood splattered tiles a girl's dress nazi is mine

what i froze but there was no follow-up no answer just the sound of dripping drip drip drip coming from the hallway i followed it heart pounding to the linen closet i opened the door inside a single floaty deflated a string of wedding lights blood splattered tiles a girl's dress nazi is mine

what i froze but there was no follow-up no answer just the sound of dripping drip drip drip coming from the hallway i followed it heart pounding to the linen closet i opened the door inside a single floaty deflated a string of wedding lights blood splattered tiles a girl's dress nazi is mine

From the night she died, and a photo I didn't remember taking, me, smiling at the edge of the pool, as Zia bled out behind me. I dropped it, my knees buckled, the memories slammed into me like a wave. That night, we fought. I wanted to sleep. She wanted to swim. She pulled me toward the water, joking, pleading. I pushed her, harder than I meant to. She hit her head, slipped, bled. I ran. I lied.

From the night she died, and a photo I didn't remember taking, me, smiling at the edge of the pool, as Zia bled out behind me. I dropped it, my knees buckled, the memories slammed into me like a wave. That night, we fought. I wanted to sleep. She wanted to swim. She pulled me toward the water, joking, pleading. I pushed her, harder than I meant to. She hit her head, slipped, bled. I ran. I lied.

From the night she died, and a photo I didn't remember taking, me, smiling at the edge of the pool, as Zia bled out behind me. I dropped it, my knees buckled, the memories slammed into me like a wave. That night, we fought. I wanted to sleep. She wanted to swim. She pulled me toward the water, joking, pleading. I pushed her, harder than I meant to. She hit her head, slipped, bled. I ran. I lied.

And someone or something helped me forget. In the mirror across the hallway, my reflection smiled, but I wasn't smiling. Behind me, a voice whispered again, gurgling through water. You said forever. I turned around, the mirror was empty, and the floor was wet. Do you think some promises ever really stayed buried? Even on the best days, can there be something ugly hiding?

And someone or something helped me forget. In the mirror across the hallway, my reflection smiled, but I wasn't smiling. Behind me, a voice whispered again, gurgling through water. You said forever. I turned around, the mirror was empty, and the floor was wet. Do you think some promises ever really stayed buried? Even on the best days, can there be something ugly hiding?

And someone or something helped me forget. In the mirror across the hallway, my reflection smiled, but I wasn't smiling. Behind me, a voice whispered again, gurgling through water. You said forever. I turned around, the mirror was empty, and the floor was wet. Do you think some promises ever really stayed buried? Even on the best days, can there be something ugly hiding?

As always, thanks for listening, and I hope you enjoyed these three new stories and a little bit of fan mail. We love hearing from you, so please keep sending those in. And also, the two-sentence horror stories are great. We love reading these on the podcast. I'll see you next time. Sweet screams.

As always, thanks for listening, and I hope you enjoyed these three new stories and a little bit of fan mail. We love hearing from you, so please keep sending those in. And also, the two-sentence horror stories are great. We love reading these on the podcast. I'll see you next time. Sweet screams.

As always, thanks for listening, and I hope you enjoyed these three new stories and a little bit of fan mail. We love hearing from you, so please keep sending those in. And also, the two-sentence horror stories are great. We love reading these on the podcast. I'll see you next time. Sweet screams.

This week's podcast stories were edited by Sarah Lukasiewicz, narration by Blair Bathory, audio edited and mixed by Fitz Harris, additional audio editing by Calvin Linderman, produced by Anna Villalobos, executive produced by Gail Gilman, music by Sapphire Sindalo and Calvin Linderman. If you have a story you'd like to submit... send me an email at somethingscaryatsnarled.com.

This week's podcast stories were edited by Sarah Lukasiewicz, narration by Blair Bathory, audio edited and mixed by Fitz Harris, additional audio editing by Calvin Linderman, produced by Anna Villalobos, executive produced by Gail Gilman, music by Sapphire Sindalo and Calvin Linderman. If you have a story you'd like to submit... send me an email at somethingscaryatsnarled.com.

This week's podcast stories were edited by Sarah Lukasiewicz, narration by Blair Bathory, audio edited and mixed by Fitz Harris, additional audio editing by Calvin Linderman, produced by Anna Villalobos, executive produced by Gail Gilman, music by Sapphire Sindalo and Calvin Linderman. If you have a story you'd like to submit... send me an email at somethingscaryatsnarled.com.

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