Scary Stories Told in the Dark: A Horror Anthology Series
1: S1E01 – “Danger in the Dark” – Scary Stories Told in the Dark
13 Dec 2017
Chapter 1: What announcement does Monet X Change make at the beginning?
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If it's terrifying tales you're after, well then, I've got just the thing. Get comfortable. Settle in. Turn off the lights, if you dare. Your night is about to get a whole lot darker. Who needs sleep anyway?
Our first tale tonight comes from author Jeff Harton, entitled Leave Your Flashlights at Home. I've been a national park ranger for close to two decades. Protocols have changed a lot in that time. I write this just to try to keep people safe for the next time you venture to the big outdoors. Let me tell you about the last park I worked.
I can't be too specific about the location for my job's sake. Anyway, we had clusters of campsites that we rotated annually. The idea was to prevent one group from getting overused and worn down, let nature regrow a little bit. The winter had just passed, and our big summer season was a few months away.
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Chapter 2: What terrifying tale is introduced by Otis Jiry?
Have you seen them? Did they leave? No, the car's still there. Let them rest, they're probably all hung over. He curses non-stop. He then goes inside to make a call. I'm outside looking up the ridge when he exits the station. One AR-15 in his hand, another one strapped across his back, Glock on his hip. He marches single-mindedly towards his car.
I try to ask him what in God's name he's doing, but he isn't listening or responding. He takes a jerry can of gasoline from his car and marches up the ridge. I yell after him to no reply. I consider following him, but that doesn't seem like a good idea. I go back inside and call the number. The same curt voice, the same direct questions.
Yeah, the manager went up to that campsite, armed to the teeth and carrying gasoline. the hell do I do? Stay there. Do not interfere. Backup is inbound. Report if there are any developments. About the same time, I start to see smoke wafting off the ridge. Two vans ride into the lot at screaming speed. A dozen men, heavily armed and armored, exit quickly.
Chapter 3: How does the park ranger's story unfold in 'Leave Your Flashlights at Home'?
I go out to check. Who are you guys? What's going on? The men are all lined up with that impeccable military precision. One of them, a commander I assume, exits the vehicle last. He says, which direction did he go? I mean, he's up there, I point at the increasing smoke. The men fan out and start jogging up the ridge. I hear rifles cocking as they leave. I try to shout after him, but no response.
I look at the vans they came in, large, nondescript. They just say DOI response team on the side. Half hour later they return, dragging the manager with them. He is bound in zip ties. He screams, I did what needed to be done. Trust me, it's worse than they thought. We can't stop this. Burn it all. They throw him in the back and sedate him.
The commander approaches me, my neck hairs bristle in cold fear. Need to see the office. All computers and anything with a hard drive is coming with me. You mentioned videotapes. I need those too. I unlock the doors and they ransack the place. Everything gets taken. Printed reports from the last few years disappear in those vans. The videotapes get bagged up and held by the commander himself.
He studies the gun cage. Cute. You're out of your league, he scoffs. Finally, they found everything they looked for, and the commander tells me, Call the number. Tell them it's contained. You need a new superior. Also, don't talk about this to anyone. They leave, and just on cue, the fire brigade and a few news vans show up. The fire is contained, the news reports say.
Rumors of missing campers are unsubstantiated at this time. Still, the rumors alone are enough to scare off the seasoned campers. The quick change-up of managers is chalked up to bureaucracy, and the press dies down after a week or two. The new manager is very good at dealing with them. Thankfully, with no new campers, and our now even shorter open hours, we can get more work done around here.
Rebuilding the station took some time, and we just set up the new campsites. They're practically spitting distance from the station. Nothing dramatic happens for a few days. Then, on a whim, the manager tells us to set up some cameras around the station and the campsites. There's usually so much human activity around here.
All you see are some raccoons, maybe a rare hungry bear, but we humor them and set them up all around. A couple days pass and we collect the footage. I play poker with one of the rookies while the manager watches hours of footage on an empty but brilliantly illuminated parking lot. Then he gets the footage around the station. Screams come from the office.
We barge in and he's stamping on the camera hard drives, gibbering things I can't understand, along the lines of, "'Told me it was clean, safe. No recent activities. Bullcrap here. I'm not gonna do it!' He barks at us to leave. Later he makes a call.' Rookie goes up to the door and listens in. Rookie comes back, reporting, Yeah, he's demanding a transfer. Says they lied to him.
Something about they didn't do their jobs properly. He's not prepared or equipped here. Then I just heard the phone click and some sobbing. Hours later, my manager exits the office. His shoulders are slumped, defeated. We cut our hours even further, practically open on weekends only. We'll have a full staff ready those days, but a skeleton crew the rest of the time.
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Chapter 4: What shocking discovery does the park ranger make?
I get a phone call. 3 a.m. It's him. "'Get over here now and bring guns!' What? You have a damn arsenal. Now! Oh, I swear to God I screwed up. Man, I think they attracted to the light. I called that number and all they said was backup would be here in the morning. Damn, damn, damn. I hear the piercing staccato of gunshots. A pause, more gunshots. Screaming, scuffling. The line goes dead.
I call the number. A new, terse voice answers. Look, I work at... Park, I just got off the phone with... I just spoke with... What can you report? Something bad happened. It's serious. I heard gunshots. We'll have backup there as soon as possible. Did he say anything else? Yeah, he said he thought they were attracted to the light. Doesn't make sense to me. Interesting. Thank you for your report.
Park is now closed. You'll be reassigned. Goodbye. Click. Click. Officially, the park was closed to be scheduled for a controlled burn. Let the old trees die and make room for new ones. There was nothing in the official report about what happened to the manager on duty. The public understanding was bureaucracies need to be shaken up on occasion. No one asked any more questions.
I get transferred to a new park halfway across the country. Change of scenery and beautiful. They've got some odd rules here, too. Don't go far after dark and don't carry a flashlight. I'm concerned about why. Why can't you use a flashlight at night when you need one? They won't tell me. Be safe, everyone.
All right, y'all, gather round because Monet X Change from Sibling Rivalry is here with an announcement. This episode of the podcast is brought to you by Google Gemini. Now listen, the girls over at Google said, Monet, tell the children, so I'm telling you. U.S. college students get Google Gemini's pro plan free for one year.
Use the best model in the world for multimodal understanding, so whether you're uploading a video to get feedback on your presentation, uploading a photo of your homework to ask for help, or transcribing notes from a lecture you missed, Gemini 3 Pro can help. And baby, if I had this in college, oh, she would have been unstoppable. Picture it.
Money exchange in the library, uploading picture of my music theory homework like, Gemini, please help a diva out. or recording my rehearsal videos for feedback instead of crying at the practice room for three hours. This would have been life changing. Now, back to the goods. Sign up to get more access to Google's most accurate model, Gemini 3 Pro.
Unlimited image uploads, pro level image editing, higher limits in Notebook LM, Gemini in Gmail and Docs, two terabytes of storage and more. You heard me, two terabytes. That's enough space to store every vocal warm-up, drag race look, and every photo your aunt sends you of her plants. Visit gemini.google slash students to learn more and sign up. Terms apply.
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Chapter 5: What drastic measures are taken after the horrific campsite incident?
I couldn't stand there forever. I jogged upstairs, picked up my laptop, and brought it down to the kitchen counter with me. ''Me.'' ''Can you come around now?'' ''Chris.'' ''Oh?'' ''Me.'' ''Yeah, I think I can see something in my garden.'' ''Chris.'' ''What is it? An animal?'' Me. No, it's tall. I thought it was an umbrella. Chris. Now you're sure it isn't? Me. I don't know.
I thought it was someone, but now I'm sure it's not a person. It just looks weird, and I don't think it was there before. Chris. Before when? Me. I don't know. Earlier today, maybe. I can't remember. Chris. Are you scared? Me. I'd feel better if someone else was here. Chris. Well, I did offer to come around, and I am bored. Me. So, yeah? Chris. I'll come soon. Me. Cool, thanks.
Use the front gate. I sat there watching the black shape lean against the fence for another ten minutes. Eventually the doorbell rang. I opened it and Chris ran in and bear-hugged me. It's been too long, Chris Mock cried. Yeah, yeah, it must have been a whole day, I retorted, smiling. The torment, he replied, pretending to ignore me. ''Look.
Over here,'' I said, pushing him off and walking to the kitchen. I switched off the light and pointed in the figure's direction. ''Look.'' ''Give me a sec,'' said Chris. ''I can't see properly.'' A minute later he noticed. ''That black thing?'' ''Yeah.'' ''Hmm.'' We both stood there looking at it for a while. I half expected it to be gone when he looked. He leaned over the counter.
"'It's just a big plank or a plank of wood or something. Let's go watch TV.' "'Will you check with me to make sure?' I asked. "'Do you have a flashlight?' he returned. "'No,' I admitted. "'Well, we could check if we keep the kitchen light on and open the back door a little,' he offered. "'I thought for a second and agreed, but said we should stay right by the house.'
We slipped on our trainers and opened the back door, stepping onto the patio. I felt the air was heavy and warm that night. Chris walked behind me. We stood very close to the door, peering at the back fence. Should we... I had just started to speak when he quickly stepped into the house again, still looking at the fence. What? I asked, following him in.
I turned and realized that the figure was gone. It was obvious from the light coming from the back door that the fence and the rest of the garden was just as it always was. Where is it? Chris said. If it was leaning against the fence, it probably fell over into a bush or something. It tried to convince us both.
We stared out for a few seconds longer and decided that we were too nervous to go and check. I don't usually give in to my night terrors, but now they were just beginning to click into my head. Can you stay over for the night? I asked Chris. Yeah, sure. It didn't really sound like he wanted to. He kept his eyes on the fence. We both went inside and locked the door before going up to my room.
I got out a sleeping bag for Chris and drew the curtains without looking outside into the garden again. We talked about stupid stuff for a couple of hours to take our minds off the garden and then fell asleep. In the morning, I found Chris's sleeping bag empty. I called out to Chris, and he said he was downstairs, so I threw on a T-shirt and went down. "'Sleep well?' I asked.
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