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This episode features 2 stories. M.J. Orz is an author and playwright in Baltimore, MD. He has published non-horror works under a different name, and is excited to share his new work in the next few months titled Don't Kill the Pretty One. His work has been featured on the NoSleep Podcast and had his some of his short stories translated into different languages around the web.
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Or find him online at www.MJOrzAuthor.wordpress.com
The second story is titled The Hallway by Joel Leong. Joel is an author from St. Louis, MI. And has loads of great short stories that can be enjoyed online at www.fromthenexus.com and now has a Facebook and Twitter dedicated to his work as well.
be sure to follow him on Twitter @LeongJoel or @fromthenexus1
Narration on The Hallway done by TJ Spehar, follow her on twitter @TeeJayScorpio
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Here is a short done by an 11 year old boy, thanks for your submission Davven!
The Guest Bedroom
By: Davven Tippett
I came to find my dog sleeping. I was wondering if she heard the noise that I heard coming from the guest bedroom. Maybe I'm hearing things I yawned, and heading to my room to crash out. I wake up and look at the clock, it's 1030 and two hours after the time that I'm supposed to be at work. I get up and whisper under my breath "crap I'm late". I go into the kitchen to eat waffles. When I got the waffles out the freezer I noticed that my dog wasn't anywhere in sight. I shrugged it off and put the waffles in the toaster. Walking back to the fridge, I stub my toe on the corner of the wall and shout "God dang it!". My dog ran in from upstairs to investigate. I pet her and asked her what she wanted for brunch today, but she was not interested. Instead acting as if she wanted me to follow her upstairs. I follow her upstairs to the guest bedroom door. I rolled my eyes guessing that she had left her bone in there. "Sam I'm running late!" I complain, but open the door anyway. Better to take the time to get her bone than to find out after work what of mine she replaced it with. She pushed into the room as I opened the door. She charged in, ran into the closet, and picked up something with her mouth. She turned around and ran back, but stayed in the room. I checked what she had and saw that it was in fact her bone. "It smells like something rotten in here Sam" I said covering my nose with my shirt. I sniffed around trying to find out where the stench was coming from. It seemed to be coming from the closet, but I looked around and saw nothing. Being a guest bedroom closet it was pretty much empty, just some winter cloths hanging up. I jumped hearing my waffles pop. I looked at my watch and ran downstairs to wolf down my waffles. I quickly dress for work, grab my keys, and head to the front door. "Bye Sam" I yell as I turn the knob, but she didn't come to see me off. I was a little
annoyed, but headed off.
Since I was late I had to stay at work later than usual. I wrapped up at 7 o'clock
and headed home. I pulled into the garage and closed the door. I went inside and noticed right away that Sam was not there to greet me. I called up "Sam I'm home", but she still didn't come. I called out "I thought that labradors were supposed to be happy to see their owners when they get home!". Still she didn't come. I remember the guest bedroom and quickly head up the stairs becoming concerned that I had trapped her in there earlier. As I walk up the stairs, I get a bad feeling. I remember when I adopted Sam. She was a cute yellow haired puppy, so little that she could fit into my hand. When I got to the top of the stairs, I could see the guest bedroom door was open. I guess I forgot to shut it. I went in and saw Sam was sitting in front of the closet. "Sam it stinks in there" I said. "I don't think you want to be in there". I opened the closet door. Sam darted in and sniffed around. She cried out suddenly and ran out with her tail down. "What the hell?!" I asked myself shutting the door and heading after Sam. I walked out of the guest bedroom and shut the door behind me, making sure to check that it clicked in place. I rushed downstairs to see if my dog was okay. I found S