"They Feed at Night" - Scary Stories Told in the Dark

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Scary Stories Told in the Dark — A Horror Fiction Anthology Series 57 min 2 speakers 8 chapters transcribed 22 days ago
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What does Terrence hear that wakes him up on a quiet night?

Unknown 0:01
Fuck. Perit Annet Ohi fiilise, näet kaikki tututtaa. Annet tunteen sojahtaa. Hetken, jos maailmat kohtaa, kun kaikki etsii omaa paikkaa. Koke alvis yhtä aikaa, ja päällä voisin viime, missä kaikki kohdalla. EI tiedä suunnitteletko tyttöjen matkaa, yllätysmatkaa, etelämatkaa, golfmatkaa tai romanttista lomaa. Mutta Norwegian tietää, milloin on fiksua ostaa liput. Nimittäin nyt Norwegianin iso syysale on käynnissä ja tarjollaan tuhansia edullisia lentolippuja osoitteessa Norwegian.fi. Lennä edullisesti, lennä fiksusti. Lennä. Ten.
Malcolm Blackwood 0:51
Part one. The soft glow of the bedside lamp bathed Terence's room in a warm, comforting light. The familiar scent of fresh laundry clung to the blankets as Abby tucked them around her son, smoothing the edges and making sure he was snug. It was part of the nightly routine she and Gary had perfected over the years, a routine filled with love and quiet moments where the outside world felt a million miles away. Good night, sweetie. Abby whispered, leaning down to kiss Terence on the forehead, His wide eyes filled with the innocent curiosity of an eight year old, looked up at her.
Unknown 1:31
Uh night mom.
Malcolm Blackwood 1:32
he said, his voice soft and drowsy. Gary stood by the door watching the scene with a small smile. His hands were calloused in a little rough from the remodeling work he had been doing around the house. The result of months been fixing up the old family home. Tools, two by fours, and scraps of lumber littered the second floor, evidence of his ongoing efforts to make the place even better than it had been. As Abby straightened up. Gary stepped over to the bed, lowering himself onto the edge with a grunt. All right, buddy. Time to get some sleep. He said, ruffling Terrance's hair. Can I help you with the work tomorrow, Dad? Terrance asked, his eyes lighting up with excitement. Gary chuckled softly. Sure thing, kiddo.
Malcolm Blackwood 2:20
It's always good to have a helping hand. We can get started after breakfast. How's that sound? Sounds good. Terrence murmured, his eyelids fluttering, heavy with the pull of sleep. Gary leaned down and kissed his son on the forehead. Love you, pal. Sleep tight.
Unknown 2:38
Love you too, Dad.
Malcolm Blackwood 2:40
Terence whispered, his voice growing softer as he hovered on the edge of sleep, though not quite there yet. Gary stood up, giving Abby a small smile. He's almost out, he said quietly, trying not to disturb the peaceful moment. Together, they tiptoed toward the door, careful not to wake him fully. The house was quiet, the only sound the distant hum of the heater kicking on for the night. Outside, a gentle breeze stirred the branches, a normal, peaceful evening in the suburbs. Nothing out of place, nothing to fear. Sleep well, sweetie. Abby whispered one last time before they slipped out of the room, leaving the door slightly ajar. As they headed toward their own room down the hall, Gary rubbed the back of his neck, feeling the tightness in his muscles.
Malcolm Blackwood 3:33
I've still got a few more boards to put up tomorrow, he said, half to himself. Good thing Terrence wants to help. He loves spending time with you, Abby replied, smiling. Just make sure he doesn't get too close to the tools. Gary laughed under his breath. I'll keep an eye on him. They parted ways in the hallway, Gary heading for the bathroom to wash up while Abby went to their bedroom to settle in for the night. The house was still, filled with the quiet, comfortable sounds of home. Back in his room, Terence lay on the verge of sleep, the soft glow of his nightlight casting shadows across the ceiling. His thoughts drifted to the next day, imagining himself holding the hammer working alongside his dad. He felt safe, surrounded by the walls his father was improving with care.
Malcolm Blackwood 4:25
It was a simple, good life, the kind every kid dreams of. But as his eyelids fluttered shut, a new sound intruded, At first it was faint, almost too soft to notice, just a slight scraping noise, like the wind blowing a tree branch against the side of the house. Terrence turned over, half asleep, convinced it was nothing more than that. The noise came again, a soft but steady scratching.

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