"A Little Bit Country" - Chilling Tales for Dark Nights
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Chilling Tales for Dark Nights — A Horror Fiction Anthology and Scary Stories Series Podcast
1h 3m
3 speakers
4 chapters
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What happens when Country first meets his handler in the Hell office?
Suuret päätökset voivat viedä kauas. Siksi tarvitsen rinnalleni kumppanin, joka ymmärtää minne olen menossa. Nordea Private Bankingissä oma sijoitusjohtajani tuo selkeyttä päätöksiini ja vie minut askeleen edelleen. Nordea.fi kautta Private
Banking. Nordea.fi LähiTapiola.fi kautta auto. Palvelun tarjoavat LähiTapiolan vahinkoja alueyhtiöt. LähiTapiola. Samalla puolella.
I walked into that office and wiped some dirt and sweat off of my head with my arm. The office was as wide as a laundromat, with one desk and two chairs in front of it. A fat man in glasses with a pencil behind his ear stood up and started clapping his flabby old hands. He was sweating, and his face was all red. I was sweating too, so I didn't pay it no bother. He had long hair pulled back in a ponytail, like a girl, and one of them funny beards. I think people called him Van Dykes. ''There he is!'' he shouted across that room. I stopped dead in my tracks. It was the first voice I'd heard since... I can't remember nothing. Since I'd been there, that's for damn sure. ''Well?'' the fat man badgered me. ''Are you going to close the fucking door and come in?
Were you born in a barn?'' I looked back outside the office as I gripped on that door handle. There was nothing but black behind me. I sniffed my nose and cracked my own neck. "'Jesus Christ, son!' he hollered. "'We have a lot to get to!' I jiggled at the handle a bit and then closed it as I was told. "'Where am I?' I asked him. "'Come on over here and take a seat.' He pointed at one of them chairs in front of his desk. "'We have a lot to get through before I can send you out.' I shuffled my dirty bare feet over toward him. "'Send me out where?' I asked him. "'Am I going somewhere?' He pointed at the chair in the left in front of his desk." "'You've been brought up to the big league, son! Didn't anyone brief you?'
He picked up his phone and pushed a flashing button. "'Phillips!' he howled. "'What the fuck is going on?' He waited a second and then rolled them bulgy eyes of his. "'Didn't anyone educate number?' He shuffled his hands round the stacks of papers on his desk and pulled out a folder. They opened it and dragged his finger down that page."
How does the strange “Junebug” earpiece work and why does Country need water?
''Number 25-6162322859723519-er? I got him in the office now! Look at me and he doesn't know where he is!'' He covered the phone with his hand. ''Ah, fucking processing. Heads are gonna roll, that's for sure.'' He pointed to that left seat again. ''Why don't you take a seat while I get your paperwork all situated?'' I'm just fine standing right here, I told him. He waved me away like a bumblebee and took his hand off that phone. What do you mean he hasn't been processed yet? Did he at least get his orientation? He covered up the phone again and asked, ''Did you have your orientation yet?'' ''I didn't remember getting no orientation, so I said, ''I don't know.'' He slapped himself on the forehead. ''Okay, Phillips, he don't know.
Ask Thompson what I should do.'' He pointedly pulled the phone away from his ear and pointed to it. ''Hold music? Ugh, it's just the worst.'' He rocked back in that chair of his and put his arms behind his fat old head. His armpits were drenched like he just got sprayed with a garden hose. He pulled that phone back to his ear and listened. He let out a big gust of wind and pulled out that pencil from behind his ear. Started writing stuff on that folder. Okay. He said. Okay. Wait. What? He snapped the pencil in half. What do you mean I have to do it? I'm his handler. He should already be prepped and ready to go. God damn it, Phillips! He's supposed to go out today! He started beating that phone against his head. Not hard, like.
I think he was just making a point. Do you really expect me to believe that the processing department is short-staffed? We're in fucking hell! There are zillions of people down here! He waited a second and listened to Phillips. Oh, don't worry. The IT will hear about this. He put his hand over the phone and looked at me. Can you believe this guy? Then he pulled it right back to that face of his. Fuck me.
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Chapters
4 chapters
1
What happens when Country first meets his handler in the Hell office?
0:08–3:01
2
How does the strange “Junebug” earpiece work and why does Country need water?
3:01–25:15
3
What are the terms of the contract Country is forced to sign?
25:15–42:52
4
Why does Country’s first mission send him into a possessed girl’s tool‑shed?
42:52–1:03:23
Speakers
3 identifiedMore from Chilling Tales for Dark Nights — A Horror Fiction Anthology and Scary Stories Series Podcast
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