Into the Abyss
A short horror story fictional audio podcast where in each episode the Shadow Dweller spins a new tale of horror, creepy stories and twisted tales to keep you company until you are swallowed by the Abyss.
Into the Abyss
Episode 5. Like, subscribe, and share.
Glen Williams is a 25 year old guy who worked in IT at a boring job. He dreamed of becoming a internet sensation and to have his content go viral. He would do anything to get noticed. But how far would you go to get it?
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SPEAKER_05:Listener discretion is advanced.
SPEAKER_10:Hello, my friend. How is it that you stumbled into my cabinet's? I am ancient.
unknown:I am forever.
SPEAKER_10:I am a change of ear. I can assure you of that. Sooner or later, you all come here. Your dark thoughts brought you here. And for that, you are forever trapped down here.
SPEAKER_02:Please, please let me go. I have a family. I don't know how I got here or what I'm doing. Whatever you are, places, I'm sorry. Please. I can't see it's so dark.
SPEAKER_10:Before your suffering begins. I will tell you the tale to last time. Short stories of horror. I will show you the end of your screen with badness. Here to keep you company until this swallows you all. I've been here for yeons and collected stories that I passed down to you before the darkness takes you. This little ditty is called Like, subscribe, and share.
SPEAKER_09:Glenn Williams was a 25-year-old guy that worked in IT. A man who had a dream of becoming an internet sensation. His YouTube channel was his pride and joy, but he was still far off from achieving his goal and becoming a global star. He desperately wanted to gain more followers and have his channel go viral. Glenn decided to go for a walk and brainstorm about his new project. As he looked up, he noticed an old antique store and decided to go in and have a look around. Glenn pushed the door open as a little bell on top rang. He was greeted by a warm hello from an older gentleman from behind the counter. A balden man with thick glasses stood up from his chair. The smell of aftershave waffed in the air.
SPEAKER_03:Oh, I tell you, that joke never gets old.
SPEAKER_09:The toothless man laughed and said, What can I help you find today, young man? Hmm. Not really sure. First time I've been in here. Sometimes I like to just find cool stuff and post them to my YouTube channel. Glenn said to the old man behind the counter. Feel free to look around. If you have any questions about anything, just ask. I got a date with a crossword puzzle, and I hate to keep a lady wait. The old man said as he sat back down in his chair. Glenn slowly began making his way down the aisles, looking at the shelves, hoping something would pop out at him. He picked up a few things here and there, but nothing was really piquing his interest. Then he came upon an old dusty book. Glenn started flipping through the pages, and on the front of the cover there was a pentagram and some old writing on it. Hmm, this seems interesting. Guess it'll have to do. I bet this could get me a lot more views. Glenn said to himself. He took the book under his arm and walked to the front of the counter. Did you find everything okay, young man? The man said as he slowly got up from his chair. Yup, found this old book. Do you know anything about it? Glen asked. The man looked at the book and shook his head. Beats me. People drop stuff off here all the time. I just don't have the time anymore to go through that kind of stuff. The man said to Glenn. No worries. Uh how much do I owe you for the book? The store owner took the book from Glenn and turned it over a few times. Hmm. Well, let's see. There's no price tag on it. Ah, so I guess that means it's free. On the house today. No charge. Glenn looked at the man, took the book, and then thanked him. Come back anytime.
SPEAKER_03:Maybe like our Facebook page or leave us a good review. Customers are coming in fewer and fewer these days. Thanks to the beast.
SPEAKER_09:Uh beast? Glenn asked the storekeeper. Yeah, that's what I said to the beast.
SPEAKER_03:God damn Amazon. Why actually come into a good old brick and mortar small business store and shop? Have good old-fashioned conversations with nice people. Nah. It's way too easy just to click pay to get your stuff the next day.
SPEAKER_04:I tell you, technology would be the death of us all. Anyway, sorry, old fella.
SPEAKER_09:Sometimes I tend to ramble. Y'all come back and see us anytime. Most definitely. And thanks again. Have a good day. Glenn said as he opened the door and exited the shop. He reached into his pocket and put his earbuds in to play his favorite music. He then walked three blocks back to his apartment, checked the mail, nothing but this. Glenn opened the door to his apartment, put his mail on the counter. This was a small one-bedroom place, kitchen, bathroom, living room. Not a big place, but just enough for a guy who doesn't make that much money, or really own anything anyway. After 10 hours of fixing computer glitches or installing hardware upgrades, he'd spend another five hours on his channels or other platforms, editing, adding special effects, cranking out content. People will get 2.5,000 views, likes, and shares of a baby party on Instagram or Facebook. But when you spend hours creating content, busting your ads for nobody to see, basically you're making it for yourself. You think it's cool, but nobody else does it. Never becoming an Insta famous, never becoming a TikTok. As he sat out in his chair, the red computer light came out, and then the robotic voice said, I am at computer systems. Good old Hal. Yes, please. Glenn opened his desk drawer and pulled out a nice vacuum. Smoking helped him get the creative juices flowing. This was his routine as his monitors came up. As he lit the J, he inhaled deeply. He then cracked the top of them out into a cold red opening. As he placed the bottle back down on the desk, Glenn noticed all the other drink stains that covered the top of it. That's so much fucking better. Glenn said as he took another hit off the joint. He was checking his stats. A few shares and likes, but nothing substantial. Why do I even bother? What's the point? Maybe I should just delete the whole fucking account. I put more time and energy into this than anything else. Maybe I should start putting my time into something more positive. Glenn took another big sip from the code red. He right-clicked his mouse and brought up his latest product he was working on. This was taking far too long, and he wondered if he'd ever be done by tomorrow. The noise canceling Bo's headphones sat snugly on his ears. The best way to listen to anything in its highest quality. Glenn sat up and removed his headphones and looked around. Everything was quiet. He put them back on again and continued working. Another loud crash came from behind him. This time it made him jump. Once again he removed his headphones and stood up to investigate the noise. What the fuck was that? Glenn said as he began walking around his apartment. Nothing broken or smashed. Hell, nothing even fell. Glenn opened his door and looked down the hallway. Nobody even out there. Maybe the upstairs neighbor's dog got out of his crate again and knocked some shit over. Glenn said as he walked down the hallway to the bathroom. God. Damn, I gotta piss. You'd think I'd be pissing Code Red as much as I drink these things. Glenn began to urinate with one hand resting on the wall for support. That's so much better. Glenn exhaled. He shook, dipped up, and went to go wash his hands. But before he could turn the handle on, the faucet slowly came on all by itself. What the shit? Must be a calcium buildup. Or I must have left it on earlier, not even noticing. Glenn washed his hands and turned the water off. As he walked back through the living room, the temperature had dropped significantly. It was freezing cold. Shh! It's fucking freezing in here! What the hell is the temperature set at? Glenn asked to himself. Looking at the thermostat, it read 40 degrees. He flipped the screen with his index finger. Guess I'll have to call maintenance tomorrow and have that thing looked at. There's no way in hell I'm paying a high electricity bill because of their lack of fixing shit. He picked up his Mountain Dew code read and took another sip. Then he slowly noticed the book from the antique store, lying there on the breakfast note. The pages were open to some sort of summoning or incantation spell. An ancient handwriting on the top of the front page said fame. Glenn thought, what the hell are the odds? Now that's sick. This book is probably full of cool shit like this. I could do a whole entire episode. Or even better, I could do a Facebook live video on this. Man, this has gotta get me a lot of views. Next were some basic things that would be needed to complete this so-called mumbo jumbo magic spell. Three candles, something to draw a pentagram with, and a few drops of human blood. Now the second part was to read a Latin incantation out loud. Glenn got the candles, a piece of chalk, and through a pentagram on his kitchen floor. Once he lit the candles, he centered his tripod facing him. He decided just to do a recording and not go live with it quite yet. Glenn didn't know any Latin, but his phone app translator did. All he had to do was type it in and play it over his speakers. Then he had to cut his hand with a knife and squeeze the blood in a circle. Now Glenn was hesitant about cutting his hand on purpose, let alone on accident. But what the hell? If it somehow actually worked, wouldn't it be worth it? His desperation quickly outrayed his fears. As he hit record, he played the words and he cut his hands. He grimaced as he did. Once he finished, he hit stop on the recorder, blew out the candles, and stood up. He could have sworn he heard something. I gotta get to bed. It was getting late and Glenn had to work early tomorrow. He checked his feeds for the last time of the night. Nope, nothing. No fame, no fortune. Glenn's alarm on his phone went off around 5 a.m. He got out of bed, brushed his teeth, and got dressed. He couldn't find his car keys anywhere. He looked everywhere and tore the apartment out. Then he noticed something hanging over on top of the fridge. There they were. This puzzled Glenn because he was sure he put them back on the keyring. It's a good thing traffic wasn't shitty. He would have been really late. As he pulled into his work's parking lot, he got out and entered the brick building. Glenn approached his cubicle as a few of his co-workers said good morning. He said good morning, right back. Dude! Awesome video, my friend. Who knew that we had the next Steven Spielberg working in IT with us? Tod said to Glenn. Yeah, bro. Awesome shit. I had no idea you even had a life outside of work. Let alone having a YouTube channel. Jason said, patting Glenn on the shoulder. Ah, thanks, man. I just throw some stuff up on the socials. Glenn awkwardly chuckled. Well, the whole office is talking about it. They can't get enough of them. They said they are the bomb diggity. Yeah, yeah. Joke's on me. You know, it'd be nice to come into work without you guys messing with me. I put a lot of time and effort into that stuff. Glenn said to Todd and Jason. Not messing with you, brother. Seriously. Jason said to Glenn. Okay, whatever. Like, I gotta get back to work. I got a big shit list to do today. Glenn said to his co-workers. Jason and Todd walked away, leaving him to it. Fucking assholes. Glenn muttered under his breath. He turned his laptop on and went over the task for the day. Then he right-clicked onto his YouTube channel and other media windows. Skimming the comments, his eyes widened in amazement. Every single post he had ever posted had gone viral. The likes, shares, reposts, they were in the high thousands. What the fuck?
SPEAKER_03:This is nuts.
SPEAKER_09:Glenn gasped. Not only had they gone viral, but they went global. From all over the world. People were leaving comments like, hey man, awesome shit. I must have watched your stuff about a hundred times. Great job. A big smile appeared on Glenn's face. It's about goddamn time! He noticed a video on all platforms. The one that had the most views, it was the one with the ritual he had performed. But that wasn't possible. Because Glenn never posted it online. This can't be! I never even uploaded that video. Some of the comments asked what that dark shadow figure behind Glenn was in the kitchen. If you slow it down frame by frame, you can definitely see something. Others commented about hearing strange, scratching noises coming from somewhere in their houses. Some said they awoke to the smell of something burning around 3 a.m. Couldn't find a cause. Dark shadow men have been seen in the corner of people's eyes in their houses. People were beginning to experience supernatural and paranormal things. And strange suicides began popping up from the results of watching this video. The deaths, as explained by medical examiners, said that they were all self-inflicted. As the news spread, conspiracy theorists were saying that the deaths were occultic in nature. Maybe sacrificial. But at every crime scene, satanic symbols made with human blood covered the walls and floors. By watching this video, you were inviting whatever entity into your homes. Kinda like a digital Ouija board. This shit is bananas. Glenn muttered. Glenn clicked off his channel and started his work list. Five o'clock came around and it was finally quitting time. He couldn't wait to go home and do a deep dive on his video. On his way to his car, it seemed like all his co-workers were either giving him the thumbs up or the nods.
SPEAKER_04:Hey, Glenn! Um, that was a really interesting video. Uh what are they calling it? Um, the the Reaper video?
SPEAKER_09:Said a brown-haired woman with a ponytail. Oh, uh, thanks. Yeah, uh, I just like messing around. Uh anyway, have a good weekend, Sarah. Thanks. You too, Glenn.
SPEAKER_04:I'm gonna share this video with everybody I know.
SPEAKER_09:They're just gonna love it. Glenn pulled into his apartment complex, walked up the stairs and opened the door. He made his way to the fridge and grabbed an ice-cold cold bed. As he sat down at his MCP, he went for the drawer to go for a joint. Better not. Guess I'll wait. I should be clear-headed when I'm looking at this video. I don't want to be so stoned that I'm imagining or seeing shit. Dude, get a fucking like. Anyone can make videos like that in a whole lot better too. No wonder you don't have any friends. Another five. You couldn't be messing around with this.
SPEAKER_08:Hate it, but I hate it. I guess it's don't be a thing.
SPEAKER_09:Somewhere in a small town, right outside Coving, Nebraska, a 13-year-old girl was having a sleep-up. Just a few friends from school. Word had spread about this viral video, and the girls were in the mood for something spooky. The video had become a freaking pasta. An urban legend. Something like Bloody Mirror. Kids compared it to that movie called The Ring. You know, the one where you watched it and then tended to be there and you ended up dead. Yeah, that sort of thing. It is called viral by a content creator that goes by the name. Subliminal advertising and suggestions was a popular thing back in the forties and fifties. Making us buy soda and household products we didn't need. So why can't that be the same here? Yeah, it's a bit far-fetched, but weird shit happens all the time. The girls turned off the lights in the bedroom, and one of the girls said play on their laptop. Once the video started playing, a red-headed girl said, Oh, come on.
SPEAKER_04:This is probably just some fake ass shit to scare us. Just some loser that wants to get more views.
SPEAKER_09:A brown haired girl rolled her eyes as she sighed.
SPEAKER_05:Just then, a cold invisible draft moved from the room. Shit, it's cold in here.
SPEAKER_04:Is there a window open? Turn the AC down.
SPEAKER_09:Melanie asked the other girls. The picture on the screen began glicking in and out. A blonde-haired girl screamed, which made everybody jump and scream.
SPEAKER_03:What's that? In the corner. Do you guys see it? Oh my god! What is that?
SPEAKER_09:A frightened girl asked. Bethany, a teenage girl with glasses and pigtails, was sitting on the floor. She began choking and gasping for air. The other girls jumped and started to panic and cry.
SPEAKER_04:Beth? Beth, what's wrong? Are you okay? You're really starting to freak us out. Quick! Somebody go get her mom. I think she's having a seizure.
SPEAKER_09:Her feet were dangling and kicking as she continued to be strangled by unclean hands. Some of the girls ran out of the room terrified.
SPEAKER_01:This isn't how we behave when we're at a guest's house.
SPEAKER_09:The mother stopped in mid-sentence as she saw the helpless, suspended little girl. She screamed as she was trying to comprehend what she was looking at. She grabbed Bethany's ankles and tried pulling her down from the ceiling, but her muffled cries began to cease. So did her kicking legs. Then, her neck bent sideways with a loud crack, and her lifeless body fell to the floor. Mrs. Dawson was shaken up by the whole ordeal as she felt a cold breath on the back of her neck. She then felt three burning sensations on her back. It was on fire. Miss Dawson pulled up her shirt and looked in the mirror and saw three bloody scratches. In British Columbia, a 60-year-old man stumbled upon a clickbait by accident, sending him to the YouTube site for the Reaper video. The man had it play in the background while he poured himself a glass of milk. As the candles blew out in the video, the man opened the utility drawer and grabbed a pair of scissors. He set his glass of milk down and drove the scissors deep into his right eye, cutting in a circular emotion, like scraping the seeds out of a cantaloupe. A sick sculpture noise was heard as the man screamed. Blood and eye matter ran down the man's face as he took out his other eye. Then he held the tip of his tongue and snipped the scissors and took the cleaning off. A warm copper liquid filled the man's mouth as he choked on his own blood. No fucking way. There's gotta be some sort of distortion or something that's cast in a shadow. This shit can't be real. He's never lost his temper. Raise a hand to his family. The man goes to church every Sunday. He was well loved in this neighborhood. And I don't know, he just must have snapped or had some kind of breakdown. My God, I've never seen anything like it. What would drive a man to brutally kill his family then himself? I heard there was so much blood.
unknown:Thank you for that statement.
SPEAKER_09:That's what the police in the FBI are gonna find out. The reporter said to the Lansom's neighbor, I was walking my dog Rabbit, taking him out to go potty. He started shitting on the Lansom's front yard. I was trying not to let him crab there, but it was too late. Well, then I heard the screams and gunshots. I quickly bagged up the poop and walked away. I don't want any part of what's going on there. That's when I called the police as soon as I got it. Samantha was in the kitchen preparing dinner as the video was playing. This is the part of the video where the Latin was being spoken out loud. Derek began to feel strange and dizzy. He heard a voice inside his head say, Derek went to his gunbox and took out his 45 and cocked the trigger. As he slowly made his way to the living room, he passed his girls on the living room floor and walked into the kitchen. Why was he thinking these dreadful thoughts? He would never hurt Sam or the girls. He'd loved them. He would do anything for them. But the voice in his head only grew louder. Sam turned around and jumped, noticing Derek behind her.
SPEAKER_03:Oh! Jesus Christ, Derek! You scared the shit out of me! Fuck! You just about gave me a heart attack!
SPEAKER_09:Sam said, holding her hand to her heart. Before she could say anything else, she felt something hard strike her left temple. She stumbled backwards and fell to the floor. Derek gripped the meat-tenderizing mallet tighter in his hand and hit her again. Her body began shaking, and blood began spilling from her head.
SPEAKER_03:But why, Derek? Please! Please stop! Derek, what's the matter with you?
SPEAKER_09:Sam slurred as she looked at her blood-covered hands. Derek brought the mallet down one last time, crushing her skull. His wife's body slowly stopped convulsing. As he stood up, he kicked her. Derek had tears in his eyes as he made his way into the living room.
SPEAKER_02:No. No, God, please. No, not them.
SPEAKER_09:Derek pleaded as he fired two gunshots into the living room. With his hands shaking and tears in his eyes, Derek put the gun to his mouth and pulled the trigger. I didn't do anything. I am not responsible. I wish I would have never found that stupid book. There's no way I can take it all down. It's fucking viral. And more people are gonna die. When they catch me, which they will, I am totally screwed. I can't go to prison. I've seen enough movies where it doesn't go well for people like me. I am really fucking scared. Glenn said nervously. Yeah, the shadow figure paused on his monitor. A black blur in the shape of a cloak figure. Just then the screen started flicking, distorted. Glenn looked more closely at the image. Then it disappeared. What the fuck? Where'd it go? Now that's just fucking creepy. The temperature in the room dropped drastically as he removed his headphones. God damn it's fucking cold in here. Glenn muttered as he rubbed his arms. Oh shit! Glenn said as he jumped. Something dark darted into the corner of the living room. His heart started to beat faster. Now he was paralyzed with fear. No way this is happening. This can't be real. A low, growling whisper said.
unknown:And now I have to commit.
SPEAKER_11:How is it you are enjoying your fame? How many? You are interested in safe. Just like you always wanted. Do you think you can go a chance? Thank you, my father. Thank nobody. The works that is trying to design mankind finds as created. But it was too easy to craft. To cause chaos and destruction. I gave you something. Now it's time to consent. You are fine to create. I am considering I changed so many changes.
SPEAKER_09:In an instant, the shadow figure was right in Glenn's face, towering over him. Glenn felt its grip tighten around his neck, crushing his throat with unbelievable strength. Coughing and choking, Glenn realized that his feet were no longer touching the ground. He was being lifted to the air. His legs began to kick wildly.
SPEAKER_10:I revoke you and your contract. Leave in the name of Jesus Christ.
SPEAKER_09:Glenn tried to shout. Glenn wasn't a religious man, but he heard by calling out Jesus Christ. That made bad things leave.
SPEAKER_11:I am really supporting.
SPEAKER_09:The grip tightened around Glenn's neck. He tried to remove the invisible hands as the blood continued rushing to his head. The last sound Glenn heard was the breaking of his neck. The shadow figure snapped it like a twig. Glenn's body hit the floor, and evil laughter filled the room. The dark entity was no longer the living room, but back on the computer screen.
SPEAKER_11:Roger that, thank you. Yeah, I'm gonna use a backup.
SPEAKER_09:The FBI and local authorities tracked Glenn Williams down to his apartment and they found his body. His head was turned completely around. Jesus fucking Christ! What the hell happened here? What a fucking nut job. A police officer said to an FBI agent.
SPEAKER_07:Yeah. His co-worker said he was just a regular guy, kept to himself mostly. Then he starts posting this crap online, making people kill themselves and others. Sick fuck. I guess he got what he deserved.
SPEAKER_09:The FBI agent said. They tried to take down as many videos as they could, but there were still some floating out there. If you really wanted to find it hard enough and do enough digging, there's ways around that. Two years later in a college classroom, a professor hit play on the Reaper video.
SPEAKER_00:Okay, class, settle down. Cell phones off, please. Today we're going to watch and discuss the viral video by Glenn the Great73. We will discuss whether or not it's real or fake.
SPEAKER_09:The professor said to his class as he sat in his chair and turned off the lights.
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