https://youtu.be/mxf3vy7Wn4U The Script The Script The smell of something metallic and sour tickled my nose. The trees towered over me, their low-hanging branches reaching down like thousands of gnarled, bark-covered hands. Each scratched my body as I passed them. I coughed loudly. A chilling wind flooded through the...

https://youtu.be/OmxYBa9mYWE The Script The Script We walked on and on, the four of us, me, my girlfriend, my brother, and his girlfriend. Hope of a rescue was beginning to fade. The forest around us was suffocating, pushing up against us as we walked through the thorns and brambles of...

https://youtu.be/fXsnULXnnXg The Script The Script I followed the sound of buzzing. The deeper into the woods I went, the louder the sound became. It was dark this far in; there were remnants of structures from industrial-era factories long neglected and choking with trees, vines, and countless other plants....

https://youtu.be/SgwWl8Rqlr8 The Script The Script Candle Cove local kid’s show? Does anyone remember this kid’s show? It was called Candle Cove and I must have been 6 or 7. I never found reference to it anywhere so I think it was on a local station around 1971 or 1972....

https://youtu.be/rTJB8dUSx9Y The Script The Script There was something eerie about that evening. The wind was witnessing the gloom that covered the city. Street lights were trying to light up every dark corner as if they were afraid that if they didn’t, something sinister might develop. A stray dog...

https://youtu.be/oq1Ew5bFV8U The Script The Script There are things in the dark and ancient corners of this world that nature should never have allowed to exist. In spite of the decay of millennia they live on, the last remnants of the world that should have been forgotten. There was...

https://youtu.be/2Dvaqg3vIBA The Script The Script The theory went like this: when confused by nighttime fog, fireflies can congregate into masses of hundreds, or sometimes even thousands. The fog reduces their ability to signal properly; the distance is shortened and the light becomes too diffuse. To survive and attract...

https://youtu.be/gi8K6wAeCFM The Script The Script August 12, 1962 The American planes overhead have just finished their daily defoliation routes. The air is thick with herbicide; I write this through a gas mask. Our soldiers are suffocating in this toxic environment, we are simply outnumbered in the unfortunate location of...