Blair Bathory

He had taken his eyes off of it all night. Now truly disturbed, the boss went to the police. The authorities accompanied him to the apartment the next morning. They knocked several times, no answer. One officer noted a foul smell drifting from the hallway. Eventually, they forced the door open. Inside, four corpses lay sprawled across the living room floor.

Each was in a different stage of decomposition. The air was thick with rot. Majan tiles were still arranged on the table, and a half-eaten meal, beef chow fun, sat cold nearby. The forensic team arrived quickly. Initial estimates put the time of death at over a week earlier, but something didn't add up. The bodies had undigested food in their stomachs that was no more than two days old.

Each was in a different stage of decomposition. The air was thick with rot. Majan tiles were still arranged on the table, and a half-eaten meal, beef chow fun, sat cold nearby. The forensic team arrived quickly. Initial estimates put the time of death at over a week earlier, but something didn't add up. The bodies had undigested food in their stomachs that was no more than two days old.

Each was in a different stage of decomposition. The air was thick with rot. Majan tiles were still arranged on the table, and a half-eaten meal, beef chow fun, sat cold nearby. The forensic team arrived quickly. Initial estimates put the time of death at over a week earlier, but something didn't add up. The bodies had undigested food in their stomachs that was no more than two days old.

Dead people don't eat. It got stranger. The ghost money the boss had brought in, it bore fingerprints from multiple people. The boss, the delivery man, and somehow the four deceased individuals. The restaurant's phone records confirmed the calls, but the apartment's line had been disconnected for over 10 days. There was no sign of an outgoing or incoming call from that unit.

Dead people don't eat. It got stranger. The ghost money the boss had brought in, it bore fingerprints from multiple people. The boss, the delivery man, and somehow the four deceased individuals. The restaurant's phone records confirmed the calls, but the apartment's line had been disconnected for over 10 days. There was no sign of an outgoing or incoming call from that unit.

Dead people don't eat. It got stranger. The ghost money the boss had brought in, it bore fingerprints from multiple people. The boss, the delivery man, and somehow the four deceased individuals. The restaurant's phone records confirmed the calls, but the apartment's line had been disconnected for over 10 days. There was no sign of an outgoing or incoming call from that unit.

Neighbors were stunned. None of them suspected anything was wrong. They swore they heard the clack and shuffle of mangjong tiles well into the night, every night. But they never heard any voices, no laughter, no footsteps. Just the mechanical rhythm of tiles being played by invisible hands. Word spread fast.

Neighbors were stunned. None of them suspected anything was wrong. They swore they heard the clack and shuffle of mangjong tiles well into the night, every night. But they never heard any voices, no laughter, no footsteps. Just the mechanical rhythm of tiles being played by invisible hands. Word spread fast.

Neighbors were stunned. None of them suspected anything was wrong. They swore they heard the clack and shuffle of mangjong tiles well into the night, every night. But they never heard any voices, no laughter, no footsteps. Just the mechanical rhythm of tiles being played by invisible hands. Word spread fast.

The police downplayed it, claiming it was likely a mix-up in time of death or evidence contamination. But the press got hold of it, and soon headlines screamed of ghost delivery on Temple Street and dead mahjong player while waiting for chow fun. The restaurant shut down a month later. No one wanted to eat there anymore, not after what happened.

The police downplayed it, claiming it was likely a mix-up in time of death or evidence contamination. But the press got hold of it, and soon headlines screamed of ghost delivery on Temple Street and dead mahjong player while waiting for chow fun. The restaurant shut down a month later. No one wanted to eat there anymore, not after what happened.

The police downplayed it, claiming it was likely a mix-up in time of death or evidence contamination. But the press got hold of it, and soon headlines screamed of ghost delivery on Temple Street and dead mahjong player while waiting for chow fun. The restaurant shut down a month later. No one wanted to eat there anymore, not after what happened.

The delivery man quit, moved to Canada, and refused to speak of it again. But in Hong Kong, the story lives on. Some say the souls of those four gamblers couldn't let go of the living world, not until they settled their last game. Others say the boss made a deal without knowing it. And the Josh paper was a payment meant not for food, but passage. Because the dead still get hungry.

The delivery man quit, moved to Canada, and refused to speak of it again. But in Hong Kong, the story lives on. Some say the souls of those four gamblers couldn't let go of the living world, not until they settled their last game. Others say the boss made a deal without knowing it. And the Josh paper was a payment meant not for food, but passage. Because the dead still get hungry.

The delivery man quit, moved to Canada, and refused to speak of it again. But in Hong Kong, the story lives on. Some say the souls of those four gamblers couldn't let go of the living world, not until they settled their last game. Others say the boss made a deal without knowing it. And the Josh paper was a payment meant not for food, but passage. Because the dead still get hungry.

And sometimes, they still remember your number. Would you deliver to the same address if you knew no one inside was alive? Like I mentioned at the top of this podcast, we are excited by the response of our Two Senate Horror Story Challenge. We decided last month during our weekly meeting that we should start doing some of these, and they are really fun.

And sometimes, they still remember your number. Would you deliver to the same address if you knew no one inside was alive? Like I mentioned at the top of this podcast, we are excited by the response of our Two Senate Horror Story Challenge. We decided last month during our weekly meeting that we should start doing some of these, and they are really fun.

And sometimes, they still remember your number. Would you deliver to the same address if you knew no one inside was alive? Like I mentioned at the top of this podcast, we are excited by the response of our Two Senate Horror Story Challenge. We decided last month during our weekly meeting that we should start doing some of these, and they are really fun.

And our head writer just knocked out one that day and lit the fuse. And now we're getting lots of them from all of you. To those of you who want to send one in, send it to me at somethingscaryatsnarl.com or you can drop them in the comments on Spotify or YouTube. What makes you scared? It's something I always think about. Is it the location, the sounds, the smells, or the time of day?