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Welcome, weirdos. I'm Darren Marler, and this is Weird Darkness.
Here, you'll find stories of the paranormal, supernatural, legends, lore, crime, conspiracy, mysterious, macabre, unsolved, and unexplained.
Coming up in this episode of Weird Darkness, I have two stories to share.
If creatures with eight legs wig you out, the hairs of your body are going to stand straight up when I tell the story from Jonathan Bird called The Spiders Under Your Skin.
But first, I'll start with a short one.
It's written by Melody Grace, [music] and it's called There's Something Off About the Lights Next Door.
Now, bolt your doors, lock your windows, turn off your lights, and come with me into the weird darkness.
>> [music] [music] [music] >> There's Something Off About the Lights Next Door by Melody Grace.
When I moved into Hollow Oak last year, I knew it was meant to be.
The community was small and peaceful.
Most of the neighbors were very welcoming, and the houses were absolutely beautiful.
I just gotten out of a terrible relationship that was headed nowhere from the very beginning, and I decided I needed a fresh place to start over.
I was right.
The day I unpacked was the best day of my life.
I was free to finally be my own person again without the dead weight of broken promises holding me down.
The first night in my new home was jovial as I set up my bedroom the way I wanted.
My own private space of peace away from the busy world.
Once my bed was made and my string of salt lanterns were hung above the bookshelf, I nestled into the soft glow that illuminated my sanctuary.
I sighed as my head gently hit the pillow, ready for sleep [music] to blanket my tired soul, when I saw a light turn on just outside of my window.
I blinked in that direction and noticed the small glow practically mimicked me, taunting me to come over and look.
I groaned as I sat up and made my way over to the window.
Peeking through the blinds, I noticed the neighbor's porch light was flickering on and off, almost like one of those bug zappers.
I pulled the curtains closed and shuffled back to my bed thinking I'd buy them a new light bulb the next day as a neighborly gesture.
Now, I don't really remember the dreams I had that night, but the sweat that covered my entire body assured me that they couldn't have been good. And they never did get better.
Each morning [music] from that very first day, I would always wake up the same, tired and sweaty with echoes of terrified screams trapped [music] inside my mind.
I do remember the day I brought the light bulb over to my neighbor's though.
Given the Stepford appearance of Hollow Oak, I assumed their porch light was similar to my own.
I was very [music] wrong.
Carrying over a plate of cookies with the bulb gently wrapped in tissue paper, I gave their door a soft knock.
Silence.
I tried to knock one more time, and the second my knuckles hit their mahogany door, it flew open with a very angry-looking man waiting for me on the other side.
His soulless eyes gave me a once-over before he spit out, "What the heck do you want?"
I stuttered [music] and tried to explain that I was new to the community and I'd brought him some cookies and a light to fix his Well, that's all I remember getting out before he slammed the door in my face.
I can tell you right now that I never did go back to that house, and honestly, I regret that the most.
Every night for almost a year, his porch lamp would slip in through my window and lull me to sleep.
Its rhythm was calming, and I'd grown used to the fluorescent [music] glow.
It wasn't until he moved away last week that I realized just how sinister that light [music] had really been.
I'll never know if the screams I heard for the past year were real.
The house was stripped down to bare bones by the time I called the police.
What I do know is that beautiful rhythm I had grown to love, it went to the beat of S O S.
>> [music] >> When Weird Darkness Returns, it's the creepy story The Spiders Under Your Skin by Jonathan Bird.
Just the title gives you the heebie-jeebies, doesn't it?
>> [snorts] >> You know, if you're listening to this right now, you're already a part of the Weirdo family, but there is a deeper, darker corner of this family, and it's called the official Weirdos. For just five bucks a month, official Weirdos get every episode of Weird Darkness completely commercial free. They get bonus episodes every single [music] week that nobody else hears. They get chapters of the audio books I'm narrating, and they hear those chapters before the authors and publishers I'm narrating them for. Really, before the people who hired me. Every weeknight, official Weirdos and I gather for a live premiere [music] chat. We listen to the new episode drop together and talk about whatever's on our minds while it plays.
It's the closest thing to sitting in the studio with me. Official Weirdos also get direct access to me through personal messaging. Plus, inside news about the show and what I'm working on that nobody else hears about. All of that for just five bucks a month. And, if you want [music] to go deeper, there are higher tiers. Loyal Weirdos and avowed Weirdos, where free Weird Darkness merchandise starts showing up at your door every three months.
>> [music] >> Stickers, mugs, posters, t-shirts, tote bags, hoodies. You'll see everything when you visit the page. If any of that sounds like your kind of weird, head to weirddarkness.com/official and join the family. That's weirddarkness.com/official.
The other official Weirdos are anxious to meet you.
I'd insert an evil laugh here, but I think that'd probably be a bit over the top.
>> [music] >> The spiders under your skin by Jonathan Bird.
The bathroom door swells in [music] the summer and compresses in the winter.
So, when I make my late-night visit to relieve myself and brush my teeth before bed, there's always a chance I could accidentally wake Christopher, our 6-month-old baby.
"Don't close the door, just leave it open." I hear Jen say. "Or just leave it cracked, but don't close it."
I tried that.
The problem is Yukon Cornelius. He comes barging through the door like Hagrid to tell me I'm a wizard mid-poop.
Yukon is a huge Maine cat, but I consider him our eldest child.
It was on an August night a few weeks ago when I decided to leave the door cracked.
I hadn't seen Yukon. I hoped he was chasing flies or mosquitoes that may have wandered inside.
The baby was exceptionally difficult to put to sleep that night, and I wanted to spare Jen any further frustration from a noisy old door.
I was brushing my teeth when I felt it.
Something hairy walked across my bare foot.
I looked down to see a small black spider slowly walking across my toes, no larger than half a centimeter. I panicked. My leg jerked upwards, kicking the sink. I yelled in pain, then Yukon exploded into the room. "Dang it!" I shouted.
Several doors down, the baby began to cry. "Get it!" I yelled.
Yukon stared at me blankly and meowed once before leaving the room.
"You coward."
I knelt down and began looking around for the spider. After a few minutes, I gave up and headed towards bed.
"What was that?" Jen asked, half asleep.
"A spider." I said. "Oh, my knight in shining armor. I hope your scream scared it away."
"Yeah, yeah, it did. But, uh, it woke Chris up."
"Well, go rock him, then. I'm done for the night.
Jen said before rolling over.
Hope he goes down soon. You have a big day tomorrow.
She put ear plugs in and pulled the sheets tightly around herself like a cocoon.
Yeah, >> [sighs] >> I sighed.
Thinking about the party at work the next day.
I was finally being promoted from the warehouse to a cushy office job. My warehouse friends were throwing a small goodbye party.
The thought was exciting. It was also dreadful.
I walked out of our bedroom and into the hallway.
A soft white nightlight led me down the runner to Christopher's room.
The faint hum of his white noise machine emitted from the slightly open door.
As I reached the doorknob, I paused to listen for any sounds.
I heard nothing.
Huh, thank goodness, I thought. And turned to walk back to our bedroom.
That's when I saw it on the wall.
Slightly above my head.
Another black spider. This one about the size of a quarter. Large enough that I could see the individual hairs on its long arms.
It crawled down the wall closer to me.
I fell against the adjacent wall. Yukon emerged from the darkness meowing.
Baby Christopher once again began to cry. [music] Dang it, I muttered.
When I looked back up, the spider was gone.
Yukon too was staring at the place on the wall where it had been.
He saw it too, right?
Yukon meowed and walked away.
I've never enjoyed being the center of attention. So, as my co-workers sang the final verse of For He's a Jolly Good Fellow, I could feel the heat radiating off my face.
I smiled politely and muttered a thank you.
It had been six long years of driving forklifts, packing boxes, >> [music] >> and loading trucks full of pallets stacked high with books and magazines.
Now that I'd finished my AA in accounting, the company rewarded that dedication with a promotion to their accounting department.
The crowd began to disperse into a line for cake.
I took another slice of Lido's pizza off the table and found a quiet spot to sit down and avoid any future outbursts of songs or unwanted conversations.
"Hey!" a voice called from down a row of pallets stacked with large boxes. "Let's go celebrate for real."
Andy, one of the only co-workers I'd publicly admit to being a friend, gestured toward the loading dock door.
I stuffed the pizza in my face and quietly followed.
We walked outside, down the parking lot, and onto a path which led to a section of forest on company property.
Andy smiled as he removed a joint from behind an ear hidden by his long blonde hair.
"I don't know, man. That's going to have a strong smell." I said. "Relax. I have some cologne breath mints. No one will know."
We shared the joint and some of our favorite memories of working together.
Like the time we superglued a quarter to the floor to watch old man William try and pry it free for over half an hour.
Or the time we moved the foreman's entire office onto several pallets about two stories high in the warehouse racks.
"Now you're one of them." Andy said.
"One of the carpet walkers."
Carpet walkers. It was a term invented by the warehouse staff for anybody who worked on the side of the building with carpet and air conditioning. Both items sorely lacking in the warehouse and production facility.
"How does it feel?"
I felt giddy and light-headed as we continued passing the joint.
"I don't know. Excited and nervous.
Happy and sad. It's hard to to really. So, conflicted, I guess.
>> Yeah, but that extra 10K year should help you feel a little less conflicted, right?
>> He said it as he flicked the roach onto the ground.
I bent down to pick it up.
>> Careful. You don't want to start a fire.
It hasn't rained in a few weeks.
>> I stubbed out the end onto a nearby rock.
A thin, black leg extended from below the rock.
I stepped back and watched another and another emerge until all eight legs appeared with a furry abdomen and a small black head.
The spider climbed up the rock and stood at the top, rubbing its hairy legs against a pair of claw-like appendages.
It appeared to be the exact same spider I'd seen in my house, but easily twice or even three times the size.
As I stared down, I could see my own reflection inside its glossy black eyes.
>> Whoa, look at this thing.
>> But Andy was already walking back towards the building.
He motioned for me to come with him.
>> I need a piece of cake, pronto, before it's all gone.
>> I stepped forward to leave, but hesitated, wanting one last look at the large creature.
A weight pressed against my leg.
I looked down to see the spider crawling up my jeans.
I shook my leg and it fell to the ground.
I tried to stomp on it, but missed.
It ran into a patch of tall grass and disappeared from view.
I ran to catch up with Andy.
>> Whoa, man, you okay?
You look totally freaked out.
>> Um, yeah, just uh I said, panting, there was this huge spider.
I think it's following me.
I pointed toward the woods we'd just left, half expecting to see a black shape running up the trail behind us.
But there was nothing.
>> [laughter] >> Man, you're paranoid. Let's get some eye drops. You are bugging out, my friend.
I stepped into my new office the next day carrying a small box of personal artifacts to decorate my desk.
Photos of my wife and child, an Admiral Ackbar action figure, stress ball in the shape of Molinar, and so on.
The office contained a small desk, a bookshelf full of this year's fall lineup of books, a trash can, and a fan.
"It can get pretty hot in here with the door closed." Eric, my new boss, said.
"That's why Jerry left his fan, so the next occupant would definitely need it."
Eric had welcomed me into the office by parading me around to all the people I'd known for years as if I was a new employee.
He loved dumb jokes like that.
I set the box down on my desk and sat in the obviously overused office chair, which squeaked in [music] protest.
"I'm afraid Chad stole the good chair, though." Eric said.
"Jerry had some sort of lower back issues, probably from years of sitting behind a desk."
Eric laughed and took a long sip from his mug.
"He had some sort of fancy ergonomic chair. We had to order in a few hours after he left that jackal Chad came in here and took it for himself."
"Says he's starting to get back issues, too."
Eric shrugged.
He had a reputation for being a hands-off kind of boss, only emerging from his corner office to make a joke, show off a new tie, or to put out the occasional accounting-related fire.
"Well, I'll let you get settled in.
Holler if you need me." he said, closing my door.
The air inside my office seemed to increase by several degrees once the door closed.
I pressed the top button on the fan, which sputtered to life and began unpacking my personal items.
I spent the morning arranging things and answering the few emails that trickled in from co-workers, mostly a barrage of congratulations.
At 9:52, Andy sent me a text.
The 10:00 a.m. morning break was usually reserved for Andy and me to sneak out into the woods and get high.
"You coming?" the text read, followed by an animated GIF of Homer Simpson backing himself into a background of marijuana buds.
"Not today." "Not sure I can keep joining those parties moving forward."
"How about after work?" I texted back.
"Whatever, carpet walker." Andy replied.
"Ouch." I typed back, then deleted.
I thought of several options for a response and gave up.
It actually hurt my feelings in a very odd way.
It felt like a personal attack from my former self.
"It'll blow over." Jen said after I copied and pasted my conversation with Andy and sent it to her.
I called her on my lunch break at noon to discuss how the day was going.
"Maybe he's jealous. You both started there at the same time, right?"
"Yeah, maybe. It's just like we work hard to move our way up and I guess that comes with sacrifices."
"Like not getting stoned during work hours?"
Jen laughed.
"Yeah, but more than that. It's like we're playing that old board game, the game of life. And now that I'm in this office, it means I can only interact with the blue pegs with ties on, right?
Like I'm forced to act out this play up here where the floor is soft and the people tuck their shirts in, and I can no longer be my authentic self like in the warehouse."
"Wait."
"Are you sure you didn't smoke?" Jen said. "Screw you." I laughed. "Okay, I'll see you at home. Have a good bang."
Loud metallic noise rang through my office.
"What was that?" Jen said.
Bang.
It happened again, somewhere overhead.
"Uh some weird noise in the vent, I think. Probably just something Eric forgot to tell me about. I'll talk to you later."
I hung up. The noise came several more times. Bang. Bang. Bang. Each time it felt slightly closer.
I stood up and opened my door.
No one else appeared to be in the accounting department. It was lunch, after all.
I stepped outside into the main area.
"He- hello?" I called.
No response.
The next bang caused a cloud of dust to fall from the ceiling over my newly decorated desk.
"Hey, is someone working on the air conditioning?" I called.
I walked back into my office and began cleaning the dust off my keyboard.
The banging stopped. It was replaced by a much softer creaking.
I turned off the fan and listened.
Creeeak.
The opening of a vent fell onto the floor behind my chair.
I looked up to see a black shape uncurl itself through the vent and onto the ceiling above my head.
It was the size of a small dog. A small, black, hairy dog with eight legs and six gigantic eyes.
I screamed and fell to the floor.
The spider scurried across the ceiling.
The lights in my office flickered and more dust spewed from the cheap particle board tiles.
Slowly, the spider descended, attached to a thick, white rope.
>> [music] >> I laid motionless on the floor, attempting to move or scream, but finding myself completely frozen with fear.
It made a deep purring sound and bared two fangs the size of knives, which were now mere inches from my face.
I could feel the hot breath of the arachnid on my cheek. This activated a fight response inside my paralyzed lizard brain. I grabbed my chair and threw it into the spider's face as hard as I could. The spider hissed and fell over the front of my new desk. The sound of people entering the accounting department through the main door distracted me from the horror of the situation.
I stood up and ran towards the door. The spider had already begun scurrying up the side of my office wall and back through the vent.
I heard familiar banging noises as it retreated. My heart raced as I tried to piece the events together.
I was short of breath and covered sweat my co-workers walked past my office.
"Jogging on your lunch break?" Eric asked. "That's how you do it, new guy.
Got to find time somewhere, right?"
He patted me on the shoulder and continued walking toward his corner office.
Eventually, I walked back into my own office, cleaned the dust off my desk, placed my chair back behind it, and sat down to answer some emails.
Shortly after lunch, Eric received a call from the CEO about a discrepancy in the books.
This created an all-hands-on-deck scenario.
I arrived home 2 hours later than expected to a reasonably ticked-off Jen.
"You couldn't call or text?" were her first words as I walked up the stairs to our lower-middle-class Craftsman home.
"Huh, I'm I'm really sorry.
I wanted to make a good impression on my first day, but you're right, I should have called." "Yeah, you should have."
she said, handing me baby Christopher. "I have a poopy diaper for you."
I carried Christopher up the stairs to the nursery.
He pulled at the buttons on my dress shirt.
The sun was going down, and I watched the sunset while changing a particularly smelly diaper.
"Ugh, >> [sighs] >> crappy end to a crappy day." I said to Christopher in a high-pitched baby voice.
He smiled and smacked his tiny hands against my face.
After Jan got Christopher to sleep, I heated up some leftover pasta and sat down to eat.
I opened my phone to see a few new texts from Jan.
"Hey, I'm going to sleep now, too.
You're not the only one who had a long day."
Followed by an animated GIF of the cat from Tom and Jerry opening a bottle of sleeping pills, which contained a large hammer and knocking himself unconscious.
"Okay, we can talk later. Maybe 18 years or so." I texted back.
"Goodnight. I love you."
I continued eating dinner while staring out the window in our backyard.
The moon was bright enough to cast a white glow across most of the yard.
As I took the last bite of food, the white moonlight turned into a harsh yellow.
Something had activated our outdoor motion sensors in the backyard.
They remained lit for several seconds, then automatically turned off.
"Probably Yukon." I thought, "Out for a midnight hunt."
Our cat was constantly activating outdoor lights.
The manufacturers claimed it was immune to pets, but Yukon's size proved otherwise.
As I thought this, Yukon meowed and rubbed against my leg.
I went to the kitchen to give Yukon some wet cat food when it happened again.
Yellow light flooded in from outside.
This time activated from the lights on the opposite side of our house.
I put the food on the floor for Yukon and stepped outside.
The light on our porch activated, bathing the shrubs and trees in a yellow light.
I stood watching the yard for any signs of movement, breathing in the cool night air.
Small breeze swayed the trees back and forth. The rustling created a quiet song that echoed through the neighborhood.
I walked down the stairs to investigate the perimeter of the house.
I circled to the backyard after finding nothing in the front and side yards I decided to take one last look at the entire backyard before heading inside.
The once promising garden was overrun with weeds, something that usually happened although Jen insisted that we have a garden.
Maybe she can take care of it next year and do a better job than me, I thought when I saw it.
Among the bushes, a large dark shape stood completely still against the swaying trees and bushes.
I began to walk back to the stairs when I saw the yellow security lights gleaming against several large orbs.
I heard the loud purring now, like an idling car engine.
The shape stepped into the light revealing a spider the size of a grizzly bear.
Its tree branch thick legs moved frantically fast casting shadows all their own against the light.
I ran towards the fence afraid the spider would close the distance in a matter of seconds if I ran in a straight line to the house.
The ground beneath my feet shook as the spider got closer.
I reached for the fence and jumped over it into an alley behind our house.
I fell onto wet gravel. The fence shuddered as the spider crashed into it.
I got up and ran down the alley into the darkness. If I can get out of the light, it won't find me, I thought.
Can spiders see in the dark?
I wasn't sure. The spider hissed louder than a car horn.
Heat. They only see heat. Is that it?
The spider landed in the alley with an earth-shaking thud. Its skittering legs threw gravel into the air smacking into fences, trees, and sheds like a hail storm.
The moonlight reflected off the metal handle to a shed.
I entered the yard with the shed and opened the door closing it behind me falling into pitch-black darkness.
Could it smell me? Do spiders smell their prey?
I stood in the small shed for a long time listening to the [music] steps of the spider.
It went up and down the alley, pausing and running then pausing again.
I grabbed at the walls of the shed trying to find anything to use as a weapon.
I found a hose, a lawn mower, screwdrivers and finally settled on a pair of rusty garden shears.
I covered my mouth to hide the sound of my panicked breathing.
After a long bout of silence, I opened the shed door.
It whined quietly, a sound I prayed would be lost to the chorus of insects in the summer night.
I took a step outside.
Thwack! A massive white goo landed on the shed door forcing it shut.
Thwack! The next one landed on the roof.
The trees above my head creaked and leaves fell in waves. The spider crashed through the branches landing on the ground in front of the shed.
I turned to run. Thwack! My face hit the ground hard. The white goo covered my leg. I pulled as hard as I could but found myself unable to move.
The spider took several steps forward towering over me.
A loud purr radiated through its body vibrating the ground I was pinned to.
I reached for the shears and tore into the white goo.
The pressure against my leg released slightly then completely as I ripped a straight line through the sticky web.
The spider continued walking closer.
A thick black hairy leg landed in front of me. I stabbed it with the shears.
The spider hissed and took several steps back.
The shears were covered in a black tar of blood. I threw them at the creature which hissed again and began climbing the tree.
I ran back to my house, closed the door and passed out on the kitchen floor.
"I know you're having a hard time adjusting." Jen said looking down at me on the kitchen floor with a mix of amusement and disdain. But, this is ridiculous.
She held baby Christopher in her arms, who also stared down his father lying on a floor no one ever lied on.
My head throbbed as I sat up.
The microwave clock read 7:00 a.m.
I'm going to be late to work, I thought.
I stood up and headed towards the [music] stairs.
What on earth happened to you last night? Jen called after me.
Um, I heard a noise outside, went to investigate, and fell down. Must have bumped my head on a rock or something.
Are you okay? Can I take a look at it?
I'm fine. No time. I'm going to be late.
Okay, well, make an appointment or something. You should have it checked out.
Yeah. Yeah, I will.
I took a shower, washing off the night.
It took a whole bar of soap to remove the sticky [music] white goo off my leg.
It must have soaked through the fabric.
I shuddered at the thought.
I walked into our bedroom to pick out a shirt and tie.
Our walk-in closet was deep and dark without any light bulbs.
Facing the doorway, I took one step into the closet.
The black room swayed in response.
I reached for a shirt.
Oh gosh, I should go see a doctor, I thought.
The blackness seemed never-ending.
[music] When I reached the distance where my clothes should have been, I felt a soft, warm mass.
I pressed my hand against it. The whole room was covered [music] in a thick, wet substance that appeared to be moving.
This must be a concussion, I thought.
The closet moved slightly, breathing in and out.
The whole room was purring. No! I screamed. Turning around, I saw the giant fangs reversed. [music] Long appendages closed the open gap disguised as the doorway to my closet.
All light disappeared from the world. I screamed, but my voice had nowhere to go.
The room grew tighter against my body until I couldn't move at all.
The chittering of a thousand tiny legs filled my ears. Spiders of all sizes crawling over my skin, into my clothes, onto my face. They poured into my mouth and ears. The spiders crawled under my skin, into my body. I felt them behind my eyes, inside my throat and ear canals. They crawled everywhere, filling up the space inside me more and more until there was no room left for anything else.
Hey man, haven't seen you in a few days.
Want to grab some lunch? A text from Andy read.
In actuality, several weeks had passed.
I no longer spent any time in the warehouse at all.
Eric noticed and rewarded my hard work with a small bump in pay.
25 cents to be exact.
"Don't spend it all in one place." He said, winking.
I faked a laugh and he patted me on the shoulder.
A thousand legs inside me protested against the sudden jolt of movement.
I rubbed my shoulder to soothe the small moving masses living just under the skin.
A small black spider crawled across baby Christopher's changing table.
I was putting a new diaper on him and he lay smiling and batting at my hands.
The spider crawled over his skin.
I picked it up and examined it. After a few minutes, I placed the spider onto my cheek.
It crawled beneath my left eye socket to rejoin its [music] brothers and sisters.
My body purred in response.
>> If you made it this far, welcome to the Weirdo family.
If you like the podcast, please tell your friends and family about it however you can and get them to become weirdos, too.
"There's Something Off About the Lights Next Door" was written by Melody Grace.
"The Spiders Under Your Skin" is by Jonathan Bird.
Both stories can be found at Thought Catalog.
We're Darkness is a registered trademark. And now that we're coming out of the dark, I'll leave you with a little light.
Romans 5:8 But God demonstrates his own love for us in this.
While we're still sinners, Christ died for us.
And a final thought.
Sometimes you have to be knocked down lower than you've ever been to stand up taller than you have ever known.
I'm Darren Marler.
Thanks for joining me in the weird darkness.
>> [music]
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