Stone Cold-Hearted
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What eerie tales are told on the longest night of the year?
Hi witches, I'm Blair Bathory and this is the Something Scary Podcast. Thank you so much for being here. Whether this is your first time or you're one of the brave souls who join us every week. Sometimes, on the longest night of the year, when the dark seems to stretch forever, something dark and sinister stirs in the shadows. The cold is biting and sharp, and the silence is thick with dread. On the night of the winter solstice, before the sun rises, Terrible things awaken, waiting for the light to return, if it ever does. First, a bell calls the dead, followed by the snow hides more than secrets. Finally, in our last story, she waits in the dark. Before we get to our stories, I wanted to ask if you had checked out our brand new Something Scary Patreon Storyteller Experience.
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What is the significance of the winter solstice in the stories?
Join the Something Scary Storyteller Experience today for even more chills and insider treats. Head to patreon.com slash snarl to sign up now. So, wanna hear something scary? Stone Cold Hearted. Sometimes the sounds you hear in the night aren't just as innocent as the wind. Like in this story inspired by Jordan, It was the winter solstice, the longest night of the year, and James could feel its weight pressing down on him as he sat alone in the cabin. The wind outside howled like a living thing, its cold fingers creeping through every crack in the walls. The sun had disappeared hours ago, leaving the mountains covered in a thick veil of darkness and snow. The fire in the hearth had long since dwindled to embers, and the only light came from the pale glow of the snow reflecting the moon. James had come to the cabin to escape, to find peace away from the world. The isolation of the Smoky Mountains seemed perfect for a quiet Christmas, just him and his thoughts. But as the night deepened, he realized how wrong he'd been. The quiet wasn't peaceful.
It was suffocating. It started just after dusk, the bell. At first, James thought it was a figment of his imagination, the wind playing tricks on him. But then it rang again, low and mournful, cutting through the stillness. It wasn't the sound of wind or some distant farm bell. It was deeper, hollow, like something ancient. He tried to ignore it, pulling his blanket tighter around his shoulders, trying to focus on the flickering fire. But the bell rang again, louder this time, closer. James stood up, unease creeping through his body. The wind had died down, and the snow outside was falling in thick, heavy flakes. It should have been peaceful, but the bell's persistent toll gnawed at him, pulling him toward the door.
He stepped outside, squinting into the night. The world was a blanket of white, the snow muffling the sounds of the forest. The bell rang again, cutting through the silence like a scream. It came from deeper in the woods, beyond where the trees began to thicken. Old stories bubbled to the surface of his mind. Tales of a creature that roamed forests at night. A thing not quite human. Eyes black as coal. Teeth that never stopped growing. A hunger that could never be satisfied. He'd heard these stories before, of course. Everyone in these parts had. But they were just stories, right? The bell rang again. James grabbed his shotgun from the closet.
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Chapters
7 chapters
1
What eerie tales are told on the longest night of the year?
0:04–1:49
2
What is the significance of the winter solstice in the stories?
1:49–5:59
3
What haunting experience does James encounter in the cabin?
5:59–8:10
4
How does the bell signal danger in the woods?
8:10–11:29
5
What terrifying creature does James face in the forest?
11:29–15:02
6
Can James escape the monster's grasp?
15:02–22:55
7
What chilling story does Jess's grandmother tell?
22:55–24:53