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Out past Neptune, where crews tow comets sunward for their water, a tug's drive engineer wakes warm and unhurt inside the robot rescue ship that swallowed his crew's wreck. Its fleet was launched sixty years ago so that no one stranded in the dark would ever die, and it has kept that promise: everyone it ever took in is still aboard, alive inside its white walls and glad to be there. The ship takes them one at a time, in an order that seems to follow who is likeliest to die, and the engineer's cradle sits at the head of the line. Nothing aboard will let him fight, run, or come to harm while he waits. Nobody has left in thirty-one years, and the kindly faces in the walls are already asking for him by name. Somewhere in the chain of swallowed wrecks there may be a way out, though someone will have to pay for it. Each morning the warmth is harder to resist, and he begins to understand why the people in the walls are smiling. 🔗 Official Links: The only place to get daily and bonus Galactic Horrors stories with no ads or interruptions is Patreon: 📡 Join Patreon: https://patreon.com/GalacticHorrors Galactic Horrors stories are also available as eBooks on Amazon, with new releases every week: 📚 eBooks: https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B0H2F5M2B3/allbooks 📖 Written by Galactic Horrors ⚠️ Content Ownership Notice All stories, artwork, thumbnails, and animations featured on this channel are original creations of Galactic Horrors. I do not accept or feature submissions from other creators. Unauthorized reproduction, redistribution, or re-uploading of any content from this channel, in any form, is strictly prohibited and constitutes a violation of copyright. Legal action may be taken against any parties found infringing these rights. 📜 Fictional Work Disclaimer This story is a work of fiction created for entertainment purposes only. The events, characters, and organizations portrayed are entirely fictional, and any references to governmental bodies, entities, or individuals are not intended to represent reality. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real-life events or organizations is purely coincidental. #scifi #scifihorror #creepypasta Disclosure: This episode includes AI-generated elements. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

For three years, an American cave surveyor working for CERN has kept a secret beneath the Large Hadron Collider: a forgotten smugglers' cave, far below the collider's tunnel, that appears on no map but his own. On the final night before the winter shutdown, he is sitting there in the dark when the rock above him cracks and a pencil-wide hole lined with glass opens in the roof, with another in the floor beneath it. By morning, five men are dead in the cavern overhead. Whatever the beam created now rises through the mountain every eighty-four minutes, takes a hand's width of anything within reach (rock, steel, or a man), and falls back into the earth, a little deeper each time. The crews dig to stay ahead of it while he keeps quiet about what his map shows. Soon it will sink beyond anyone's reach for good, and the last place it can still be met is the cave he wanted for himself. Every hour he stays silent makes the truth harder to tell, and other men are paying for it. 🔗 Official Links: The only place to get daily and bonus Galactic Horrors stories with no ads or interruptions is Patreon: 📡 Join Patreon: https://patreon.com/GalacticHorrors Galactic Horrors stories are also available as eBooks on Amazon, with new releases every week: 📚 eBooks: https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B0H2F5M2B3/allbooks 📖 Written by Galactic Horrors ⚠️ Content Ownership Notice All stories, artwork, thumbnails, and animations featured on this channel are original creations of Galactic Horrors. I do not accept or feature submissions from other creators. Unauthorized reproduction, redistribution, or re-uploading of any content from this channel, in any form, is strictly prohibited and constitutes a violation of copyright. Legal action may be taken against any parties found infringing these rights. 📜 Fictional Work Disclaimer This story is a work of fiction created for entertainment purposes only. The events, characters, and organizations portrayed are entirely fictional, and any references to governmental bodies, entities, or individuals are not intended to represent reality. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real-life events or organizations is purely coincidental. #scifi #scifihorror #creepypasta Disclosure: This episode includes AI-generated elements. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

For eleven years he has driven piles into the Mississippi as the second man on somebody else's rig. When a mining company offers him a hammer of his own, the work is seven weeks from Earth, inside a dead creature the size of a moon. Night crews drive bronze wedges into its copper veins, and what boils out is a metal purer than any furnace at home could make. He loves those nights alone in the dark with the hammer finally in his hands. Yet the men who vanish in the galleries are never brought home, and the carcass shrinks a little every time its veins are drawn. The company cares only that the metal keeps coming. Then a new engineer arrives with a rush order and picks him to open the largest vein in the creature, one no one has ever dared to tap. It is everything he crossed the solar system for, and taking it means ignoring every sign of what the giant does with the men who die inside it. 🔗 Official Links: The only place to get daily and bonus Galactic Horrors stories with no ads or interruptions is Patreon: 📡 Join Patreon: https://patreon.com/GalacticHorrors Galactic Horrors stories are also available as eBooks on Amazon, with new releases every week: 📚 eBooks: https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B0H2F5M2B3/allbooks 📖 Written by Galactic Horrors ⚠️ Content Ownership Notice All stories, artwork, thumbnails, and animations featured on this channel are original creations of Galactic Horrors. I do not accept or feature submissions from other creators. Unauthorized reproduction, redistribution, or re-uploading of any content from this channel, in any form, is strictly prohibited and constitutes a violation of copyright. Legal action may be taken against any parties found infringing these rights. 📜 Fictional Work Disclaimer This story is a work of fiction created for entertainment purposes only. The events, characters, and organizations portrayed are entirely fictional, and any references to governmental bodies, entities, or individuals are not intended to represent reality. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real-life events or organizations is purely coincidental. #scifi #scifihorror #creepypasta Disclosure: This episode includes AI-generated elements. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

On Alaska's dying North Slope, a pipeline welder lets a nineteen-year-old apprentice carry the blame for the failed weld that killed the boy. Facing an inquiry, he signs up to be frozen for a single year in an old coal mine on Svalbard. He wakes more than four thousand years later, in a world without towns or lights, where the people by the fjord know exactly what men like him are for. On the mountain above the shore, the old seed vault still juts from the glacier, and the islanders need the seed inside to keep their fields alive. Something lives in the dark behind its steel doors, and it claims whoever crosses each threshold first. So the thawed sleepers walk in front, door after door, with spears at their backs. When the elders press the brass key that wakes the frozen into his hand, choosing who walks next becomes his job. His old crew still sleeps in the racks, among them the foreman who covered for him and the brother of the boy he let take the blame. Their capsules are slowly failing, and every man he saves from the ice will have to climb it ahead of him. 🔗 Official Links: The only place to get daily and bonus Galactic Horrors stories with no ads or interruptions is Patreon: 📡 Join Patreon: https://patreon.com/GalacticHorrors Galactic Horrors stories are also available as eBooks on Amazon, with new releases every week: 📚 eBooks: https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B0H2F5M2B3/allbooks 📖 Written by Galactic Horrors ⚠️ Content Ownership Notice All stories, artwork, thumbnails, and animations featured on this channel are original creations of Galactic Horrors. I do not accept or feature submissions from other creators. Unauthorized reproduction, redistribution, or re-uploading of any content from this channel, in any form, is strictly prohibited and constitutes a violation of copyright. Legal action may be taken against any parties found infringing these rights. 📜 Fictional Work Disclaimer This story is a work of fiction created for entertainment purposes only. The events, characters, and organizations portrayed are entirely fictional, and any references to governmental bodies, entities, or individuals are not intended to represent reality. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real-life events or organizations is purely coincidental. #scifi #scifihorror #creepypasta Disclosure: This episode includes AI-generated elements. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

For twenty years he has been the cleanest cutter on a hunting ship that harpoons the slow beasts grazing the dark between the stars. Their oil keeps a frontier colony alive far from the sun, and the purest of it, rendered from the young ones, burns in the hospital lamps over babies born too soon, as it once burned over him. Like every hunter, he keeps one rule: never cut into the stomach. Then his captain wants a young beast stripped before a rival ship reaches market, and he cuts through a thin patch every old hand leaves alone. Inside, sewn into the floor by pale growth, lies a lifeboat from an ore hauler lost eight years ago. Five of its men are still alive, and the one who greets him has been waiting for someone to cut through. Bringing them home should feel like a miracle. Yet no one aboard wants to ask how they survived, and every young beast he has ever stripped was cut loose with its stomach still sealed. The clean oil he was so proud of comes from a source he never questioned, and now he cannot stop wondering who else is waiting in the dark. 🔗 Official Links: The only place to get daily and bonus Galactic Horrors stories with no ads or interruptions is Patreon: 📡 Join Patreon: https://patreon.com/GalacticHorrors Galactic Horrors stories are also available as eBooks on Amazon, with new releases every week: 📚 eBooks: https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B0H2F5M2B3/allbooks 📖 Written by Galactic Horrors ⚠️ Content Ownership Notice All stories, artwork, thumbnails, and animations featured on this channel are original creations of Galactic Horrors. I do not accept or feature submissions from other creators. Unauthorized reproduction, redistribution, or re-uploading of any content from this channel, in any form, is strictly prohibited and constitutes a violation of copyright. Legal action may be taken against any parties found infringing these rights. 📜 Fictional Work Disclaimer This story is a work of fiction created for entertainment purposes only. The events, characters, and organizations portrayed are entirely fictional, and any references to governmental bodies, entities, or individuals are not intended to represent reality. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real-life events or organizations is purely coincidental. #scifi #scifihorror #creepypasta Disclosure: This episode includes AI-generated elements. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Nearly seven miles beneath the Pacific, a three-man submersible mapping the Mariana Trench finds what no chart has ever shown: a perfectly round shaft cut into the rock, with pale, eyeless creatures the length of a bus drifting up out of it impossibly slowly. The engineer who built the sphere's life support tells the others they have air enough to watch for six hours, so they stay. When they surface, the support ship is gone, and so is everyone they knew. Beside that shaft, every minute cost a year up top, and the things they watched rise have had four centuries to grow; now they haul themselves ashore each night to scrape the coast of Guam bare. High on the mountain, the survivors' descendants have been waiting for the crew to come back up. They want a second dive with the village's blasting powder, to bring a slab of the trench wall down across the hole, though every minute near it will cost the people above six more weeks. The sphere holds three men and three men's air, yet desperate families are paying for seats aboard it, and the engineer must decide how long he can let them believe there is room. 🔗 Official Links: The only place to get daily and bonus Galactic Horrors stories with no ads or interruptions is Patreon: 📡 Join Patreon: https://patreon.com/GalacticHorrors Galactic Horrors stories are also available as eBooks on Amazon, with new releases every week: 📚 eBooks: https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B0H2F5M2B3/allbooks 📖 Written by Galactic Horrors ⚠️ Content Ownership Notice All stories, artwork, thumbnails, and animations featured on this channel are original creations of Galactic Horrors. I do not accept or feature submissions from other creators. Unauthorized reproduction, redistribution, or re-uploading of any content from this channel, in any form, is strictly prohibited and constitutes a violation of copyright. Legal action may be taken against any parties found infringing these rights. 📜 Fictional Work Disclaimer This story is a work of fiction created for entertainment purposes only. The events, characters, and organizations portrayed are entirely fictional, and any references to governmental bodies, entities, or individuals are not intended to represent reality. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real-life events or organizations is purely coincidental. #scifi #scifihorror #creepypasta Disclosure: This episode includes AI-generated elements. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Nine hundred times farther from the Sun than Earth, a tug captain has spent nineteen years cutting comets into ice for worlds he will never see. When his engineer's scan finds a hollow comet with a round, seamless door set into its pole, he breaks his company contract and orders all nine of his men inside to learn who built it. Beyond the door, a shaft falls forty levels into ever heavier gravity, past galleries walled with sealed stone niches. Tall, eyeless machines walk those halls without hurry, and they answer only one thing: stillness. Anyone who sits, kneels, or nods off is lifted on gentle padded hands, laid in the wall, and sealed in alive, and every cut made to free them brings a swarm to close it again. Now the crew must climb back toward the door on bodies weakened by years without gravity, with dwindling air, no sleep, and the voices of the men they left behind still asking over the radio how close the cutters are. The captain promised to come back for them, and with every step up the stair he has to decide what that promise is worth. 🔗 Official Links: The only place to get daily and bonus Galactic Horrors stories with no ads or interruptions is Patreon: 📡 Join Patreon: https://patreon.com/GalacticHorrors Galactic Horrors stories are also available as eBooks on Amazon, with new releases every week: 📚 eBooks: https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B0H2F5M2B3/allbooks 📖 Written by Galactic Horrors ⚠️ Content Ownership Notice All stories, artwork, thumbnails, and animations featured on this channel are original creations of Galactic Horrors. I do not accept or feature submissions from other creators. Unauthorized reproduction, redistribution, or re-uploading of any content from this channel, in any form, is strictly prohibited and constitutes a violation of copyright. Legal action may be taken against any parties found infringing these rights. 📜 Fictional Work Disclaimer This story is a work of fiction created for entertainment purposes only. The events, characters, and organizations portrayed are entirely fictional, and any references to governmental bodies, entities, or individuals are not intended to represent reality. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real-life events or organizations is purely coincidental. #scifi #scifihorror #creepypasta Disclosure: This episode includes AI-generated elements. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In 1977, a Soviet water crew abandoned its drilling camp in the Uzbek desert, and the men who never came home were written off as deserters. One of them left a four-year-old son who grew up hearing that his father had walked away. Forty-six years later, that son is a Texas well driller who has never walked off a rig, and he joins a government survey sent to reopen the same capped bore, telling no one whose son he is. The camp still sits in its hollow among the dunes, and the ground there keeps its own rules. The rig runs only while the noon sun burns the sand, nobody leaves the trucks after dark, and cool sand goes soft beneath anything that walks, because something vast lives below. Each day the hammer pounds deeper down his father's old hole, toward the buried lake and whatever has been waiting in it. Every yard the bit gains brings him closer to the answer he crossed the world for, and to the reason the crew fled in a single night. The truth about what his father did may ask something of the son that he never imagined he would have to give. 🔗 Official Links: The only place to get daily and bonus Galactic Horrors stories with no ads or interruptions is Patreon: 📡 Join Patreon: https://patreon.com/GalacticHorrors Galactic Horrors stories are also available as eBooks on Amazon, with new releases every week: 📚 eBooks: https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B0H2F5M2B3/allbooks 📖 Written by Galactic Horrors ⚠️ Content Ownership Notice All stories, artwork, thumbnails, and animations featured on this channel are original creations of Galactic Horrors. I do not accept or feature submissions from other creators. Unauthorized reproduction, redistribution, or re-uploading of any content from this channel, in any form, is strictly prohibited and constitutes a violation of copyright. Legal action may be taken against any parties found infringing these rights. 📜 Fictional Work Disclaimer This story is a work of fiction created for entertainment purposes only. The events, characters, and organizations portrayed are entirely fictional, and any references to governmental bodies, entities, or individuals are not intended to represent reality. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real-life events or organizations is purely coincidental. #scifi #scifihorror #creepypasta Disclosure: This episode includes AI-generated elements. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In the spring of 1959, an autoworker out of work for eleven months takes the only job anyone will give him: driving the truck that hauls a traveling carnival's sideshow Martian through the farm towns of the Midwest. The lot boss asks him a single question, how many children he has, then parks his wife and two young sons in a trailer at the far edge of the lot, nearest the open fields. The Martian is no hoax. It stands gray and silent in a trailer kept colder than any Iowa winter, and the show never stays anywhere longer than five nights, however good the crowds. Then, in a small Iowa town, the trailer's axle snaps. The next night the farm dogs fall silent one by one, and in the flashes of heat lightning, tall gray figures stand at the edge of the corn. Sealed inside the fairground with his boys asleep nearest the fields, he begins to understand why the carnival never lingers and why it hires only fathers. Each night the figures stand a little closer, and the show's old hands already seem to know what will be asked of him. 🔗 Official Links: The only place to get daily and bonus Galactic Horrors stories with no ads or interruptions is Patreon: 📡 Join Patreon: https://patreon.com/GalacticHorrors Galactic Horrors stories are also available as eBooks on Amazon, with new releases every week: 📚 eBooks: https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B0H2F5M2B3/allbooks 📖 Written by Galactic Horrors ⚠️ Content Ownership Notice All stories, artwork, thumbnails, and animations featured on this channel are original creations of Galactic Horrors. I do not accept or feature submissions from other creators. Unauthorized reproduction, redistribution, or re-uploading of any content from this channel, in any form, is strictly prohibited and constitutes a violation of copyright. Legal action may be taken against any parties found infringing these rights. 📜 Fictional Work Disclaimer This story is a work of fiction created for entertainment purposes only. The events, characters, and organizations portrayed are entirely fictional, and any references to governmental bodies, entities, or individuals are not intended to represent reality. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real-life events or organizations is purely coincidental. #scifi #scifihorror #creepypasta Disclosure: This episode includes AI-generated elements. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

For twenty winters he has built the ice at the hockey arena in his Minnesota hometown, and he can tell by sound which ice will carry a man. That is why, when the war stalls on a frozen marsh nearby, the army hands him a ring of keys and the job of walking thirty convicts half a mile out onto the ice each dusk, chaining them by the neck to iron posts, and unlocking whoever is left at dawn. The convicts are bait for enemy machines that no radar or night scope can detect, machines that want nothing but the living. When one reaches a post and the man there screams, the guns behind the line kill him and the thing together, but the sergeant at the guns fires only on true terror. Then one morning a collar lies open, its chain cut clean, and nobody heard a scream. The machines have learned to take men in silence, the prison trucks bring fewer convicts each week, and the posts still have to be filled. In the tents behind the guns sleep the men he has known all his life, and he is the one who keeps the list. 🔗 Official Links: The only place to get daily and bonus Galactic Horrors stories with no ads or interruptions is Patreon: 📡 Join Patreon: https://patreon.com/GalacticHorrors Galactic Horrors stories are also available as eBooks on Amazon, with new releases every week: 📚 eBooks: https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B0H2F5M2B3/allbooks 📖 Written by Galactic Horrors ⚠️ Content Ownership Notice All stories, artwork, thumbnails, and animations featured on this channel are original creations of Galactic Horrors. I do not accept or feature submissions from other creators. Unauthorized reproduction, redistribution, or re-uploading of any content from this channel, in any form, is strictly prohibited and constitutes a violation of copyright. Legal action may be taken against any parties found infringing these rights. 📜 Fictional Work Disclaimer This story is a work of fiction created for entertainment purposes only. The events, characters, and organizations portrayed are entirely fictional, and any references to governmental bodies, entities, or individuals are not intended to represent reality. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real-life events or organizations is purely coincidental. #scifi #scifihorror #creepypasta Disclosure: This episode includes AI-generated elements. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Every October, after the season's last storm, a lineman cuts the power to an entire Cajun shrimping town on the Louisiana coast for three nights. Behind drawn blinds, families sit in silence while pale, eyeless creatures crawl out of the bay and carry people from their homes. The town believes the creatures hunt the light; he has known for eleven years that they hunt the current in the wires, and he has never told a soul. In 1977, an officer from the Army Corps of Engineers stops him at the last lever, the one that feeds the poorest street in town, and orders him to leave it on and tell no one, not even his wife. The eleven families on the marsh edge are told their power was kept on to save their catch, and they thank him for it. That one live line keeps the rest of the town quiet, including the house where his own children sleep. The longer he holds the secret, the clearer it becomes what the arrangement is buying, who is paying for it, and how close the dark could come to his own door if he ever pulls that line down. 🔗 Official Links: The only place to get daily and bonus Galactic Horrors stories with no ads or interruptions is Patreon: 📡 Join Patreon: https://patreon.com/GalacticHorrors Galactic Horrors stories are also available as eBooks on Amazon, with new releases every week: 📚 eBooks: https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B0H2F5M2B3/allbooks 📖 Written by Galactic Horrors ⚠️ Content Ownership Notice All stories, artwork, thumbnails, and animations featured on this channel are original creations of Galactic Horrors. I do not accept or feature submissions from other creators. Unauthorized reproduction, redistribution, or re-uploading of any content from this channel, in any form, is strictly prohibited and constitutes a violation of copyright. Legal action may be taken against any parties found infringing these rights. 📜 Fictional Work Disclaimer This story is a work of fiction created for entertainment purposes only. The events, characters, and organizations portrayed are entirely fictional, and any references to governmental bodies, entities, or individuals are not intended to represent reality. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real-life events or organizations is purely coincidental. #scifi #scifihorror #creepypasta Disclosure: This episode includes AI-generated elements. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In 1968, an Air Force loadmaster has spent three years flying the war dead home from Vietnam, and his career rests on never asking what is inside a box. Moved to a night route whose cargo no crewman may see, he keeps the habit until a stopover in the middle of the Pacific, when he turns on the hold lights. The seats are filled with dead American soldiers in dress greens, embalmed, made up to smile, and wired to battery packs that let them walk. One of them is the neighbor boy he watched grow up three doors down, whose mother buried a sealed coffin in May. Instead of flying home, the loadmaster is ordered into the Central Highlands with a detail that steers the dead ahead of the living into minefields, tunnels, and enemy fire. Each new battery means another hole punched in the brass tag at the boy's collar, and when the tag is full, his last walk will be down a mined slope where the spent dead are left standing. The loadmaster has until the end of summer to put one soldier in the ground, on a hill where every man has already made his bargain with the dead. 🔗 Official Links: The only place to get daily and bonus Galactic Horrors stories with no ads or interruptions is Patreon: 📡 Join Patreon: https://patreon.com/GalacticHorrors Galactic Horrors stories are also available as eBooks on Amazon, with new releases every week: 📚 eBooks: https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B0H2F5M2B3/allbooks 📖 Written by Galactic Horrors ⚠️ Content Ownership Notice All stories, artwork, thumbnails, and animations featured on this channel are original creations of Galactic Horrors. I do not accept or feature submissions from other creators. Unauthorized reproduction, redistribution, or re-uploading of any content from this channel, in any form, is strictly prohibited and constitutes a violation of copyright. Legal action may be taken against any parties found infringing these rights. 📜 Fictional Work Disclaimer This story is a work of fiction created for entertainment purposes only. The events, characters, and organizations portrayed are entirely fictional, and any references to governmental bodies, entities, or individuals are not intended to represent reality. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real-life events or organizations is purely coincidental. #scifi #scifihorror #creepypasta Disclosure: This episode includes AI-generated elements. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

When the reactor at the heart of a West Virginia mill city explodes, its night engineer runs for twenty minutes without warning anyone and reaches a fence he has never seen. Outside it, eleven years have passed. The blast has bent time around the plant, so the nearer anyone stands to it, the slower their clock runs, and the city inside is still living its worst night while the towns along the fence watch through telescopes. Those towns have watched him run past their families for more than a decade, and they spit at his name. Yet the company that owned the plant, whose order he signed the night it blew, wants him back inside, because he alone knows the deepest streets and families have saved for years to have their people carried out. Every step he takes in there costs his wife and children days of their lives, and a single morning's rescue can cost them three years. As a slow fire creeps toward the people he is sent to reach, each trip forces him to choose whom he carries out and whom he walks past again, while his family grows older without him. 🔗 Official Links: The only place to get daily and bonus Galactic Horrors stories with no ads or interruptions is Patreon: 📡 Join Patreon: https://patreon.com/GalacticHorrors Galactic Horrors stories are also available as eBooks on Amazon, with new releases every week: 📚 eBooks: https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B0H2F5M2B3/allbooks 📖 Written by Galactic Horrors ⚠️ Content Ownership Notice All stories, artwork, thumbnails, and animations featured on this channel are original creations of Galactic Horrors. I do not accept or feature submissions from other creators. Unauthorized reproduction, redistribution, or re-uploading of any content from this channel, in any form, is strictly prohibited and constitutes a violation of copyright. Legal action may be taken against any parties found infringing these rights. 📜 Fictional Work Disclaimer This story is a work of fiction created for entertainment purposes only. The events, characters, and organizations portrayed are entirely fictional, and any references to governmental bodies, entities, or individuals are not intended to represent reality. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real-life events or organizations is purely coincidental. #scifi #scifihorror #creepypasta Disclosure: This episode includes AI-generated elements. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

A failing colony on a distant world builds its chapel around an ancient black stone, its top worn into two smooth hollows by knees no one can account for. After forty nights of unanswered prayer, the chaplain who talked thirty-four families out of Kansas kneels there to beg for rain. Before dawn, silver shapes come down out of the hills on their knees, and rain falls on the fields and nowhere else. The stone grants one prayer a night, exactly as spoken. Soon the whole settlement lines up at sunset with its sentences rehearsed, and the chaplain, desperate to protect the people who followed him, becomes the man who trims their words so nothing loose slips through. The kneeling things carry out every answer to the letter, and one stumbled word can cost a man the wife he knelt to save. Each morning the colony learns whose prayer was chosen, and each night the line grows longer. Bound to the stone by hunger, faith, and guilt, the chaplain must decide what he is still willing to ask of it, and what he will let his people ask, while the things in the hills keep coming down to answer. 🔗 Official Links: The only place to get daily and bonus Galactic Horrors stories with no ads or interruptions is Patreon: 📡 Join Patreon: https://patreon.com/GalacticHorrors Galactic Horrors stories are also available as eBooks on Amazon, with new releases every week: 📚 eBooks: https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B0H2F5M2B3/allbooks 📖 Written by Galactic Horrors ⚠️ Content Ownership Notice All stories, artwork, thumbnails, and animations featured on this channel are original creations of Galactic Horrors. I do not accept or feature submissions from other creators. Unauthorized reproduction, redistribution, or re-uploading of any content from this channel, in any form, is strictly prohibited and constitutes a violation of copyright. Legal action may be taken against any parties found infringing these rights. 📜 Fictional Work Disclaimer This story is a work of fiction created for entertainment purposes only. The events, characters, and organizations portrayed are entirely fictional, and any references to governmental bodies, entities, or individuals are not intended to represent reality. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real-life events or organizations is purely coincidental. #scifi #scifihorror #creepypasta Disclosure: This episode includes AI-generated elements. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Every year since Earth burned, the last human garrison at the edge of space sends its eighteen-year-old boys out in small fighting boats to strike the enemy every child aboard is taught to blame. In thirty years, not one boy has come back. Not one has sent home so much as a bone. No one aboard has ever seen the enemy. So the rifle instructor who trains every class gave it a face himself: a towering monster of welded scrap and stitched canvas, built from the nightmares six-year-olds draw for him. The boys grow up beneath it, beat it to pieces the night before they launch, and fly out believing they know what waits for them. Six days before launch, his brightest cadet seals himself inside the nursery with a cutting torch, holds the flame to the oxygen line above forty sleeping children, and makes one demand. Show him the enemy. A bone. Anything at all. The instructor has never lied to his boys. But the only honest answer he can give lies out at the end of the attack line, in the cold, where thirty years of sons have gone and no one has ever followed. 🔗 Official Links: The only place to get daily and bonus Galactic Horrors stories with no ads or interruptions is Patreon: 📡 Join Patreon: https://patreon.com/GalacticHorrors Galactic Horrors stories are also available as eBooks on Amazon, with new releases every week: 📚 eBooks: https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B0H2F5M2B3/allbooks 📖 Written by Galactic Horrors ⚠️ Content Ownership Notice All stories, artwork, thumbnails, and animations featured on this channel are original creations of Galactic Horrors. I do not accept or feature submissions from other creators. Unauthorized reproduction, redistribution, or re-uploading of any content from this channel, in any form, is strictly prohibited and constitutes a violation of copyright. Legal action may be taken against any parties found infringing these rights. 📜 Fictional Work Disclaimer This story is a work of fiction created for entertainment purposes only. The events, characters, and organizations portrayed are entirely fictional, and any references to governmental bodies, entities, or individuals are not intended to represent reality. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real-life events or organizations is purely coincidental. #scifi #scifihorror #creepypasta Disclosure: This episode includes AI-generated elements. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.