Chapter 1: What is the main topic discussed in this episode?
Today's episode is presented by Corporate Retreat. In theaters May 22nd via Western Film Services and Passage Pictures. Described as a gory mix of the menu and saw, Corporate Retreat centers around a group of young executives whose luxury team-building trip descends into a bloody fight for survival against a vengeful retreat leader, played by the inimitable Alan Ruck.
At the center of this horror comedy is an eclectic cast that also includes Odea Rush, Sasha Lane, Ashton Sanders, Zion Marino, Kirby Johnson, and Rosanna Arquette. Aaron Fisher directs from a scripty co-wrote with Carrie Lee Romeo, with special makeup effects handled by Candyman and Scream 4 maestro Gary J. Tunnicliffe.
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First up, after a devastating breakup, a deeply insecure woman tries a viral beauty product that promises flawless skin, only to discover that her desperate pursuit of beauty may have unleashed something horrifying beneath the surface. From writer Rosie Schreich and narrated by Nicole Goodnight, Creepy presents Epidermis.
I would have done anything to be pretty. I started plucking and popping as a teenager. Razor burn, the tingle of bleach on my scalp, the sudden uprooting of hair follicles with hot wax. Little rituals learned from my mom, who was grief-stricken that I had inherited her looks. Painful, yes, but nothing compared to the constantly gnawing void of my own ugliness.
A person could go crazy if they look into that void too long. I did. It'd been a few weeks since Megan dumped me. The apartment felt like a funeral home without shitty pop music bouncing off the walls. The breakup was inevitable. Honestly, she was painfully out of my league. She was a beautiful go-getter. I was a lumpy sack of depressed shit. I missed her more than anything.
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Chapter 2: What themes are explored in the story 'Epidermis'?
It hit the sink basin and I immediately started to wash it down the drain, disgusted at myself. As the glob of fluid spun around the drain and vanished inside, I caught a brief glimpse of something that turned my stomach. A soft, translucent shape, bristling with little spines. Insect legs.
I'm sorry, ma'am, the dermatology center's receptionist said with a rehearsed pity that conveyed the exact opposite. I understand you're experiencing some skin concerns, but Dr. Kemper is at a symposium until next Monday. Even then, with our limited availability... I'm better off going to urgent care? I cut her off.
She was the tenth receptionist to tell me the same thing, and I was tired of hearing it. My voice rose into a desperate, cracking yell. I went to urgent care.
They told me to see a dermatologist, and I called nine other fucking offices who completely shut me down, and now I'm here about to get turned away again when my face is covered in these tiny tumors and you won't just let me see a fucking dermatologist? There was a lengthy pause. I felt a throbbing growth push up from the epidermis of my cheek, one of too many.
They were the size of marbles at this point, nearly tripling since the incident the night before. There's something wrong with me. I choked out, trying my best not to let on that I was starting to cry. I failed miserably. She sighed, either out of annoyance or pity.
I heard her long, manicured nails tap, tap, tapping on her keyboard for a moment before she finally said, Dr. Kemper is getting in late next Monday, but he lives near the office. I can tell him about your... pressing concerns, and he can see you after close. 7.30. I accepted immediately. So overcome with relief, I didn't even thank her. It was only after the call that the grim reality set in.
I'd have to wait eight days for an answer. My already flaccid social life withered and died. I spent each day leading up to the appointment obsessing over everything dermatology, almost losing my job one day when my boss caught me looking at scabies instead of spreadsheets. I found articles on allergies and contact dermatitis, on oil clogs and hives.
All things that could cause itching and lesions. Yes, but nothing as rapidly growing as what I had. I tried searching up the brand Nymph, and only found pictures of storybook fairies and articles. I scrolled for hours and never found that account again. Soon, I didn't have to look over my shoulder anymore.
My skin had gotten so bad that I was practically forced to take sick time so my open-air office mates wouldn't have to look at the oozing buds pulsing all along the bridge of my nose. I told my friends I needed some time to myself and ignored their messages of sympathy. I didn't want them to see me deteriorate.
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Chapter 3: What happens to the woman after using a viral beauty product?
When I look in the mirror, I see a patchwork quilt of scar tissue and grafted flesh. I used to dream of the day where I wouldn't recognize my reflection. I would give anything to have my face back, every single flaw. I'm recovering now as best I can. Physical therapy has helped, but I'll never be the same. All I can do now is share my story. I hope it can help someone out there.
Please, whatever you do, do not buy skincare from the TikTok shop. You never know what could be living in it.
This week's episode is sponsored by the new supernatural horror, The Demon. Tom returns to the lakeside home where his father died, hoping to confront his past. But instead, something beneath the water begins to answer. As his behavior grows distant and disturbing, his wife and loved ones are pulled into a nightmare that feels older than memory itself.
Blending the psychological dread with the creeping inescapable horror, the demon explores grief, possession, and the horrors we inherit. Some forces don't just haunt you, they consume you. Watch the trailer and learn more now.
And next, a relaxing sailing trip through tropical waters turns into a waking nightmare when a group of friends discovers an abandoned boat drifting alone in the open ocean. From writer Joseph Yankovich and narrated by Owen McCune, Creepy presents Feeding.
I could hear the rest of them telling me to get a move on, but I was more transfixed on the expanse of water beyond the palm edge promontory, the clouds like something you could rest your head on, and the soft, steady warm breeze. If there was a perfect afternoon for sailing, this was it. Yes, yes, I yelled. Just savoring what we have ahead of us.
I turned and went back to help load the supplies onto the schooner. My wife, Tammy, shook her head, but not angrily, when she carried a cooler below. Our two friends and their son lifted their provisions over the gunwale onto the aft seats. Tim slapped my back and said he understood and thanked me for inviting them. They boarded while I untied the lines and followed them.
We couldn't sail out of the harbor, so I started the engine and backed us out of the berth. Once free, we puttered between anchored boats and out into open water. Just past the promontory, I raised the sails as my wife took the wheel. Quickly, the sails filled as she maneuvered the boat until the sails were tightly stretched, pulling us along into the ocean. I took the wheel.
Listening to the gentle swish as the hull cut through the water, I put my foot up and called out for a beer. Tammy already had it ready, accustomed to the ritual, and went back below. I did it when she sailed out. I looked back at the island as Tammy puttered below, getting drinks for everyone. We had a place there for decades, nothing big, and never grew tired of it.
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Chapter 4: How does the protagonist's skin condition worsen over time?
Tim wrapped his arm around her. The radio made its usual staticky sound as I turned it on. Calling Coast Guard, I spoke. When I got the same noise, I more delicately adjusted the channel and asked again. This time a voice came on, asked the usual questions, and I told them about the wanderlust. I gave them the coordinates, but the man said it would be about an hour before they got there.
Could I wait around? I agreed and signed off. For a moment, we both looked at each other, unsure about what was going on. Things happen on boats, some inconvenient, some tragic. This situation, however, seemed odd. We each shrugged and knew our carefree day was going to have a little blemish in it. I stepped back, ready to go on deck, when my foot slipped on something and I glanced down.
A thin layer of water covered the floor. As I reached for the pump switch and turned it on, Tyler yelled and we rushed on deck. As we got there, he was pointing at something underwater pulling away from the bow. I didn't have time to take a closer look as I heard gurgling. Looking below, I saw that the thin layer of water had progressed to several inches and was rising.
I could see the pump couldn't keep ahead of it, and now the boat began listing. The side of the wanderlust seemed higher. We were sinking. I ordered everyone onto the other boat. By the time I'd hoisted Tammy aboard, I had to pull myself up with both hands. I looked down at the sinking boat and caught a last glimpse of the shape Tyler had seen receding under the wanderlust.
Within seconds, my boat was gone, the sail a white wraith disappearing into the ocean. We stood on the deck, everyone speechless. I still stared into the water, wondering about what Tyler had seen. Whatever it was, the connection with the sinking of my boat was something I couldn't ignore. I waited, expecting the same fate for this boat. But nothing happened. I heard nothing.
I checked below, and there wasn't a trace of water. When I returned, Grace had fainted on a seat, Tim comforting her. Even Tammy, always solid in storms and boat mishaps, was visibly shaken. They looked to me for an answer. Let's get this boat underway and head to the island I was heading for, I said instead. We're much closer to that than home.
I'll contact the Coast Guard from there and tell them why we left. I needed to get Grace among other people and at least a sense of safety. Getting the boat headed into the wind, I could see that to get to the island, at best we'd have a beam reach wind, and decided to also use the motor. I looked for the starter. It was then that I noticed none of the instruments on the panel were working.
Not only that, but they seemed more like something only for show. I turned the wheel. Nothing happened. It just spun lazily like it was attached to nothing. I kept it from showing on my face, but my thoughts weren't racing to a positive conclusion. A harder look down below was in order. What I expected turned out to be true. Nothing worked there either.
And then I noticed for the first time the boat itself was disjointed. Everything was there, to be sure, but edges didn't line up. Pipes in the head were askew, unusable, and portholes weren't aligned with the hull. Like a boat thrown together with your eyes closed. I didn't know what to tell everyone. Tell them we were on a make-believe boat? Hardly.
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Chapter 5: What shocking discovery is made at the dermatology center?
Tyler had started to fling himself overboard but simply ended up flattened across the leathery body that had consumed most of the boat. I thought of only one thing even as I felt my knee being tugged into the slimy body. The dinghy. Using all my strength I had to break free of the enveloping flesh, I pulled on the rope bringing the dinghy to the stern.
I grabbed Tammy's arm and pulled her, trying to get us both at least on the dinghy and away from the changing beast. I managed to get my legs into the dinghy, the boat swaying under me. I reached back for Tammy and began pulling her aboard, but she didn't budge from where she was. I yanked harder, perfectly willing to leave her leg behind if necessary to have her safe with me.
She was held fast, that beautiful face staring at me in a way that drove me to scream and pull and cry. The flesh crawled over her arms, covering her shoulders, leaving only her face staring down at me, crying, whispering something I couldn't hear, but knew what it was. All I could think of was that I had failed her, but knew she'd want me to escape.
I untied the dinghy and the boat floated away from what was no longer wanderlust, but rather a coiling, undulating mass that was slowly taking on the form of some kind of watery creature. As I drifted away, I could see Tammy, Tyler, and Tim attached like barnacles to the creature's body. Tammy's mouth still moved, and I could see Tyler's and Tim's heads jerking. And at that moment, I knew.
I knew what was being done. the little glimmer of understanding I felt earlier became real. The bone, the skull, and the half-dissolved face, along with assuredly many others, all of them food, slowly ingested, keeping the beast alive until it needed more, when it would again become a boat, a boat in distress or something else. Thankfully, I figured they wouldn't be alive for that.
It would dive under, suffocate them and roam the depths, drawing them down to bones and discarded. How would I explain it? The dinghy stopped drifting. I reached for an oar, but it became fleshy, and my foot slipped on the now slimy bottom. I started to jump out, but something wrapped itself around my legs. The boat, what little was left of it, began moving toward the creature.
As I moved closer, I could see Tammy's face more clearly. She looked at me, sad. Maybe this is for the best, I thought. I'm not sure I could have gone on thinking of her this way. We sailed together. We'll go down together.
We have to go back. Back to where the nightmares began. With Stephen King's first works. The books that made modern horror. Carrie. Salem's Lot. The Shining. Night Shift. The Stand. Start your summer ween with Stephen King. Sponsored by Vintage Books. Available now wherever books are sold.
And finally, a curious boy investigates a strange object that crashes into a rural field one night, only to discover that some things from the stars are far more terrifying than anyone could imagine. From writer J.T. Johnson, Creepy Presents, A Bright Blue Flash. It had come out of the sky in a bright blue flash. Like a firework, sort of. At least, to Malcolm's eyes.
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