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
Season 2. Episode 2. Part 2. Showdown at Deadman's Gulch
Showdown at Deadman's Gulch Part 2
1871 in the small town of Dusty Gulch Wyoming. The wild west was a time of gunslingers, gold
protectors, and ruthless outlaws.
Sheriff Samuel McGrady is the peace -keeper in Dusty Gulch
or better known as Deadman's
Gulch. One night, a meteor lit up the sky crashing just outside
the small town.
When strange occurrences begin to happen, McGrady must team
up with an unlikely ally to stop this new threat that has plagued
Deadman's Gulch.
Part 2:
Did McGrady find a solution to stopping the undead?
Did Cheif Brave Wolf get his get to his reservation in time?
Did Miss Clementine Dakota reunite with her one true love?
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Hello, my friend. How is it that you stumbled into my caverns of the abyss? I am ancient. I am forever. And I have been chained down here for a millennia.
SPEAKER_04:Please, please help me.
SPEAKER_03:Oh, I'm afraid there's no escape. 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_04: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 or place this is, I'm sorry. Please, I can't see it's so dark.
SPEAKER_03:Before your suffering begins, I will tell you the tale to past the time. Short stories of horror. Tiny tales of the creepy. I will assure you by the end you'll be screaming with madness.
SPEAKER_04:Please. I swear on your please just let me go.
SPEAKER_03:Where are my maths? I am the shadow dweller. Here to keep you company until the abyss swallows you whole. I've been here for eons and collected stories that I passed down to you before the darkness takes you. This little ditty called Showdown at Dead Man's Gulch. Part two.
SPEAKER_00:Howdy partners, welcome back. And now for the exciting conclusion of Showdown at Dead Man's Gulch Part 2. In part one, we left off with Sheriff McGrady trying to figure out what to do with the overrun hordes of the undead in the town of Dusty Gulch. Chief Brave Wolf is on his way back to the reservation to seek sacred magic herbs that might help battle the flesh eaters. And Miss Clementine Dakota is back at the honeypot brothel trapped with the carnage, wondering if her true love Samuel McGrady is okay.
SPEAKER_03:So I fired round after round into the uncoming undead, each bullet finding its mark, knocking them down, but they kept getting back up. They were coming from every direction, and the numbers seeminglessly endless. My arm was growing weary from the tired battle, and I was running low on ammo. I realized all hell was breaking loose, and I needed a plan. A desperate measure to turn the tides. In the heart of Dusty Goat stood the old church, its steeple reaching toward the heavens. I hoped it would hold the key to our salvation. I sprinted toward the church with a relentless horde of the undead hot on my heels. Out of breath, I opened the doors to the church. I looked around and the close was clear. I found the trapdoor beneath the sanctuary, and I made my way down the ladder. As the air grew heavy with death, I descended into darkness. I struck some timber and lit a lantern. The flickering light illuminated rows of coffins, each one a potential harbinger of evil. My heart pounded in my chest as I searched for that one coffin that might hold the answer. Then I found it. A palm box standing upright in the corner. It was covered in cobwebs and dust. I blew off the dust and read the name. Sheriff Ethan Cain. A legendary gunslinger who had fallen victim about a year ago thanks to outlaw Jack Coulson. He gunned him down in cold blood one night when the cane was leaving again. I cautiously opened the coffin door, and the smell of dead hit me in the face. It took everything I had not to toss my vitals. Oh, God forgive me. I know this is a long shot, but you were one of the best lawmen around. If you can hear me or make sense of what I'm saying. Christ, you hear that out there? The town's going to hell in a handbasket. And those undead bastards are tearing up Jake.
SPEAKER_00:Slowly, the decomposed sheriff began to twitch and turn his head towards McGrady. A big ass cockroach crawled out his eye socket. Samuel McGrady took a step back and aimed his trusty colt at the dead gunslinger. Kane seemed to look at McGrady with a greenish tint in his sockets. Kane growled and nodded his head. He placed his sheriff's hat on his head as he pulled cobweb-covered pistols from their holsters.
SPEAKER_03:We both locked eyes and nodded to each other, knowing what had to be done. Together we fought our way back through the street, bullets and bodies falling in our wake. Myself and the resurrected king reached the center of town. In our final act of desperation, we stood back to back, covering each other's blind spots. And when you're against the devil, you might as well use fire.
SPEAKER_00:McGrady pulled his saw-off pump action shotgun from his back holster and blew a hole through one's head. Brains and blood covered his ragged face.
SPEAKER_03:God damn, there's too many of them. They're coming in from all directions. When I count to three, we make our way over to the stables over yonder. You got me?
SPEAKER_00:Surprisingly enough, the man with the maggots spilling out of his mouth nodded his head. In a raspy voice, he said yes. It sounded like autumn leaves on the wind. Okay.
SPEAKER_03:Ready, Kane.
SPEAKER_00:One, two, three. On three, both of them made their way to the stables. Kane was keeping up as fast as he could.
SPEAKER_03:Lower in here. If you're listening, please keep my clam safe. You know I'm kind of sweet on her. And I ain't really ever asked you for nothing.
SPEAKER_00:Meanwhile, in the outlaw's den, Clementine Dakota was crouched down behind the bar. She could hear screams coming from every direction. She popped her head up to see what was going on. She saw one of her bell's throat being ripped out, blood splattered everywhere. She was making gurgling sounds as her eyes glazed over like rancid milk. Miss Dakota turned aside and tossed her vitals. Bo the bartender was on top of another cowboy and pulling out his intestines and eating them.
SPEAKER_01:Oh my god, what in the fuck is going on? This isn't happening. I better keep my wits about me if I'm going to make it out of this alive.
SPEAKER_00:She noticed old Crazy Cooper lying on the floor in front of her covered in blood. He wasn't moving or looked to be breathing, Clementine thought. But then he began to twitch and thrash around like a rabid dog. His bones and ligaments cracked as he stood up. He was sniffing around, he was smelling her. Then his head snapped forward as he grabbed for her.
SPEAKER_01:Pardon my French. But fuck this. McGrady? Where the hell are you? Please, God, please let him be alright. We both know he can take care of himself, but let him be alive.
SPEAKER_03:As dead and mutilated horses lay in the stalls. I then found what I was looking for. My silent partner had his back to the stable doors and propped it up with an old plank to barricade it. You could hear the moans and growls getting louder and louder. The door wouldn't hold out for much longer. There on the wagon was cases of our firewater whiskey. Hundreds of bottles. Hate to see them all go to waste. So I opened up one and took a hearty pull, and then another. I turned it up to Kane and I said, I got a plan.
SPEAKER_00:Sheriff Samuel McGrady took the bottle of firewater whiskey and began pouring it over a covered wagon, soaking it from top to bottom.
SPEAKER_03:I began pushing the wagon toward the stable doors. I nodded toward Kane. He tipped his hat and opened the doors. With guns ablazing, he was hitting his mouth just to clear a path for me to get the wagon. I found some dynamite near some pickaxes, so I threw them in the back with the whiskey. I lit a cigarette and deeply inhaled. I wonder if I'll ever have another fine blade such as this. Then I flipped the timber at the wagon, set it ablaze. Kane and I had pushed it into the center of town. The dam began to swagger toward the flickering flames.
SPEAKER_00:The flesh eaters began coming in from all directions, slowly making their way towards the fire-covered wagon.
SPEAKER_03:Come on, you bastards. Just a little closer. Closer. Hold on, Clem, I'm coming for you. Hold on, just a little bit longer.
SPEAKER_00:As McGrady was waiting for the wagon to blow sky, High Clementine decided to make a run for it. She got up and tripping over a body and slashing her hand on a broken bottle, she screamed out in pain. Before she knew what was happening, Crazy Cooper was on top of her, gnashing his teeth at her. His saliva was dripping in her mouth. His eyes looked like curdled milk, and his breath smelt like death. Miss Dakota tried to fight him off, but it was just too strong. His teeth found her neck, tearing through muscles and tendons. Her hands went to her throat as she spit up blood. She was bleeding out. Then another abomination bit her leg, and another swarmed her. She could still hear the screams around her as her heart slowed and then stopped.
SPEAKER_02:Any second now. These assholes are fricasine.
SPEAKER_00:From the smoke-filled outlaw's den emerged a shadowy figure slowly shuffling towards the wagon with the others. McGrady could barely make it out. As the flames burned brighter, he noticed a woman with a charred pink parasol and a blood-stained dress. It was his love. It was his Clementine.
SPEAKER_03:No, not my Clementine. I failed to uphold my hope by protecting you. Then I feel this immense explosion. The gunpowder finally come and knocked me on my ass. My clam was smoldering, flesh-burning, cooked. She continued making her way toward me. There was only one thing I could do, so I loaded up my last two bullets in my gun and I spun the chain. Then I did the hardest thing a man could do. I put woman right between her eyes. Her body hit the ground. I lay you to rest, my love. May you find peace in death that you couldn't find in life. And when you meet the Maker, put in a good word in for me, will ya?
SPEAKER_00:The undead gunslinger tipped his decayed sheriff's hat towards McGrady. He returned the gesture. Samuel McGrady rolled and lit another cigarette and inhaled deeply. The man that was once Sheriff Ethan Kane, best lawman north of the Rockies, slowly turned around and began walking towards the fire.
SPEAKER_03:Much obliged, my friend. Living or not, we made a hell of a team. Pass on to the wild blue yonder. Go be with your wife Charlotte. I'm sure she'll be happy to see you. I spun the chamber and took aim as Kane began to catch fire. And quicker than I was on track, I shot him in the back of the head. The body collapsed on the street. Buildings and bodies continued to burn until summer. The few town folks that was able to stay barricaded began to wander around in a daze. As the dust settled, I stumbled along the carnage with torn and bloody clothes. The town of Dusty Gulf, or now better known as Dead Man's Gulf. The Wild West had witnessed its darkest hour, but through the courage, bravery, and sacrifice, we had emerged victorious. As I stated earlier, I would have never believed this crazy yawn if I hadn't survived it. Lot of lost good folks trying to make their way. Can you believe the jail cell didn't catch fire? Damnedest thing. What's left of the people are saying I'm some sort of savior or hero. I was just doing my duty. I wear these scars of battle as a testament to the indomitable spirit. Until the end of my days, I will carry the weight of this massacre on my shoulder.
SPEAKER_00:McGrady heard slow dragging footsteps approaching him from the hallway. He grabbed his gun and took aim, even though it now felt like it weighed a ton. With shaking hands and a beating heart, he sees a brown moccasin appear that's connected to Chief Brave Wolf. He was dressed in his ceremonial native regalia.
SPEAKER_03:Samuel McGrady, my apologies for not arriving sooner. Our chief medicine man was trying to use tribal magic to ward off the relentless. We too had our share of loss. I am afraid I was too late. You have my tribe's humble apologies. Whatever we have salvaged, we will share what we have. I'm happy to see you, old friend. Actually, there is one thing you can do. Whatever it is, it is yours, my friend. You wouldn't happen to have any more of that sweet tobacco on you, would you? Inhale. Give me some of that dear piss y'all call whiskey.
SPEAKER_00:Chief Brave Wolf outstretched his hand and pulled his friend from the floor. He passed him his peace pipe and McGrady took a healthy pull. They both laughed as they left the jail cell. And though the legend of the zombie outbreak in the Wild West would fall into obscurity, the memory of the gunslinger who saved Deadman's gulch would endure. The tale was passed on for generations, then eventually forgotten entirely. He would carry on in the spirit realm a silent guardian protecting the frontier from a darkness that lurks beyond the prairie.
SPEAKER_03:Even if it means taking up a rotting corpse to join your policy. So, my friends, the next time you see a streaking ball of green light in your town's night sky, and the recently deceased rise from their graves. Consider this. If you're willing to take a game for it, it might just be time to take up an old friend. Your dark thoughts always lead you to me. So, my friends, until next time, I look forward to tasting you're not the sea. Hi, I'm Troy Birch, creator and producer of the short horror story audio podcast Into the Abyss. If you like what you're hearing so far, please consider leaving me a five-star rating and review wherever you can. This helps get my show out there to listeners just like you. Also, uh like, subscribe, download, and uh hit the notification bell. That way you'll get a heads up every time a new episode drops. Thanks to everyone who listened so far, and um I'll have my information in the show notes. Follow me on Facebook or Instagram. Facebook is into period the period abyss period podcast. Instagram is into underscore the underscore abyss underscore podcast. If you'd like to support the show, you can go to buymeacoffee.com forward slash the shadow dweller73. This is a one-time donation and will be greatly appreciated. Any donations that I receive will go directly to the show, better equipment, and to put out the best product out there for you guys to understand. So that's buymeacoffee.com forward slash the shadow dweller73. And anything else, thanks guys. Or check out the DJ Trillin' trap. These are most of the songs that I make up to put in the show's outro. These are sticky go beats to keep the head drain.
