Morbid Morsals Season 2. Episode 7. Smarty-pants

At Ridgeway high, Floyd Simmons was a simple-minded janitor everyone overlooked. He was a man who took pride in his job.  He was the butt of everyone's jokes behind his back, but he didn't care. what he preferred his quiet life. But one October night, an event occurred that would change his life forever. A connection to something far greater-and far more mysterious- then he could ever fathom. As Floyd finds himself searching for answers to questions he never knew to ask.

What lies beyond the stars, and what happens when you've been chosen as the key to unlocking it? 

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Transcript

SPEAKER_03: 0:01

This episode contains mature language and adult situations. Listener discretion is at Hello, my friend.

SPEAKER_04: 0:16

And how is it that you stumble into my calves, F I am ancient? I am fell. I am the shadow dwell. I've been here for years and collecting stories. I will tell you the tales. Short stories of horror. Tiny tales of the creeping. I will assure you by the end you'll be screaming with madness. Morbid Morsels is a new chapter of terror. A shorter tale of madness. To let's just say carry your tremendous suffering over to the longer, fuller episodes. Your torment endless suffering has helped me go stronger. To reunite my brothers once again to open the portal from here, the nether realm to your. To release darkness and chaos upon all mankind. We have grown stronger by passing these tales of madness on to you. Not only will we feast on your souls, but we will unleash hell on earth. We'll be seeking new, unfortunate souls to torment, new chapters of fear, tales of the unbelievable, and more skin to the episodes. Remember, your dark thoughts lead you to me. I won't have to find you. It will be you that seeks me out.

SPEAKER_00: 3:41

Always seen pushing his mop and humming to himself. The kids loved to make jokes at his expense, mocking his slow mannerisms and his old patched-up uniform. It was easy to laugh at Floyd because he never fought back. He just offered a simple smile, never seeming to mind. The truth was he didn't mind. Floyd liked the quiet, the solitude, and his time outside, especially at night when he could smoke under the stars and let his thoughts drift. One chilly October evening, after the school emptied out and his work was done, Floyd went to his usual spot by the loading dock. Lighting up a cigarette, he exhaled and glanced up, scanning the familiar sky. But tonight, something was different. A bright light appeared, far too big and close to be a star. It was strange. White, pulsing, like it was breathing. As he watched, it began to move faster and closer until it filled his vision with blinding brightness. He barely registered the strange hum vibrating through his bones before he was knocked backward. The world faded to black. Floyd woke up on the cold concrete, his cigarette still smoldering nearby. Dazed, he looked around, but the sky was empty again, with no trace of the light. Brushing himself off, he chalked it up to one too many late nights and trudged home, dismissing the whole thing as an odd dream. The next morning Floyd noticed something strange. As he walked into the building, a snippet of Spanish conversation caught his ear, and to his surprise, he understood every word. He had never learned Spanish. Heck. He barely passed English in high school. Yet, he not only understood, but could speak it fluently. The surprise deepened as the day went on. Floyd found himself recognizing patterns in mathematical equations, recalling scientific concepts, and even fixing a broken boiler by rattling off complex engineering principles. It was like his mind had opened and he could absorb and retain everything in his environment. Word spread quickly about Floyd, the janitor who could now recite entire encyclopedias by memory, solve complex physics equations, and even debate philosophy with the teachers. He became a phenomenon. People wanted to understand what had happened to this quiet janitor, who overnight had transformed into the smartest man alive. News outlets, scientists, and professors came, all baffled by his newfound abilities. Months went by, and Floyd's fame grew. He appeared on talk shows where he answered questions in languages he'd never heard, explained theories that left experts speechless, and analyzed art, history, and science with an unparalleled depth. But even with all this knowledge, Floyd felt strangely empty, as though something important was missing. One year after that first encounter, Floyd found himself on a late-night drive home from yet another television appearance. The roads were dark and empty, and as he approached a lonely stretch, he saw it. The light hanging over the road, just as it had that fateful night. His heart pounded, a mixture of fear and strange familiarity. The light moved closer, his car's headlights flickered, and the radio turned to static. Before he could react, it enveloped him. In that moment, a flood of images and thoughts rushed through Floyd's mind. He saw worlds beyond imagining. Alien landscapes, creatures speaking in languages he somehow understood. Memories of the past year poured from him, unwinding in streams of information, as if he were a recorder, playing back everything he had experienced, learned, and known. The aliens had been watching, using him to absorb humanity's knowledge, collecting data through his mind. And now their experiment was over. The light faded, and Floyd found himself alone in the dark, his mind quiet and empty. He felt hollow, as though something had been torn from his soul. Driving home in a fog, he couldn't recall the equations, the languages, or the knowledge. By the time he parked outside his apartment, it was all gone. The next morning Floyd returned to Ridgway High. He was greeted with the usual laughs, the whispers, and the kids making jokes at his expense. The teachers glanced at him, muttering about the janitor who once seemed like a genius, but now seemed like the old, simple man they remembered. As the days passed, Floyd sometimes found himself staring at the night sky, searching for a flicker of that strange light, feeling an odd sense of loss he couldn't quite explain. The world had moved on, and so had he, though he couldn't shake the sense that, for a brief time, he had been something more than the quiet janitor everyone thought they knew. But in the end, it was all just a memory that slipped through his fingers like stardust, lost in the vast silence of the universe.

SPEAKER_04: 11:10

Your dark thoughts always lead you to me.

SPEAKER_02: 11:16

So, my friends, until next time, I look forward to tasting your fear.

SPEAKER_01: 12:22

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