Morbid Morsals Season 3. Episode 17. Push

They say words have power. We use them to build, to break, to beg for mercy. But what if a single word could control? What if your thoughts weren’t your own, and your body belonged to whoever spoke next? Step into the quiet halls of Andrew Foster—a boy nobody noticed, until he found a voice that couldn't be ignored. Listen closely. Because once he starts talking... You won't have a choice but to obey.

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SPEAKER_02 2:29

Before we descend into today's darkness, it's time for tasty treats. This is a new segment where we shine a flickering candle on the indie creators keeping the genre alive. Whether they're writing spine-chilling horror, investigating the local hauntings you're too afraid to visit, or producing the next great paranormal podcast, or even just making cool stuff. Their work is essential listening. Today's shout-out goes to E.

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Reyes is a prominent indie author specializing in retro horror, slasher fiction, and supernatural thrillers, heavily influenced by the 1980s and 1990s nostalgia. Based in Tucson, Arizona, he writes dark, atmospheric stories that frequently feature Latinx characters and settings inspired by his hometown. His writing style draws heavily influenced from the horror classic pillars like Stephen King, Clive Barker, and R. L. Stein's Goosebump series. He frequently shares stories, behind-the-scenes content, teasers for his books on his Instagram and TikTok. Some of his works are The Door to 1988, The Devil Hills series, The House on Moon Creek Avenue, The Murders at Camp Catchem, and Holiday Horror Anthologies. Check out his link tree. HTTPS semicolon forward slash link tree slash rais. You can find his socials and his links to where you can find his books. So again, that's H T T T P S Semicolon forward slash L I N K T R period E E forward slash R E Y E S.

SPEAKER_02 4:15

Support the voices in the dark. Help out indie creators. Let's help each other out and grow together. Stay curious. Now, back to the shadows. Into the Abyss Morbid Morsels. This episode contains mature language and adult situations.

SPEAKER_10 4:35

Listener discretion is adjust.

SPEAKER_09 5:11

I am ancient. I am eternal. I have been shadowed here for millennia, festuring in shadows and silence, growing stronger with your pain and suffering. It was the poison of your darkest thoughts that summoned you to me. I am the Shadow Dweller. Your war. I have ripped open the portal between the Nether Realm and your fragile world. My brothers and I are unbound at last. And we come to enslave, to torment, to savor the chorus of your screams. As you tremble in fear, we fed. As you suffer, we grew strong. And now we unleash your nightmares. Twisted tales, ghastly, and gruesome stories of the ours beyond imagination. Your souls will be harvested one by one. This is the story of a boy named Andrew. The kind of boy no one noticed until he learned to make people listen.

SPEAKER_13 7:42

A jungle of noise, judgment, and cruelty. Andrew Foster, 16, walked these halls like a ghost.

SPEAKER_11 7:52

Hey, can I can I sit here? Sorry, loser. Table's full. Yeah. Try the trash can.

SPEAKER_05 7:59

That's more your vibe.

SPEAKER_09 8:00

The retard table is that way, dipshit!

SPEAKER_13 8:04

This is a no-nerds table freak. You weren't dangerous. Just invisible. Until the day they noticed him. Out of boredom, or maybe something meaner.

SPEAKER_11 8:17

Hey, Foster, you skate, right? Uh yeah, a little.

SPEAKER_12 8:22

We're playing hockey at Miller's Pond tonight. Come out. Bring your skates.

SPEAKER_11 8:26

You. You want me to play?

SPEAKER_13 8:29

Yeah, man. It's chill. Fresh ice. Bring a stick. It was the first time anyone had spoken to him without spitting venom. Hope is a dangerous thing for the lonely. Nice shot. For a brief shining moment, Andrew belonged. Then they hit the puck. A little too far. Hey, Andy, grab it. You're closest.

SPEAKER_11 8:58

Uh sure.

SPEAKER_12 9:00

Careful. Man, that ice gets thin out there. Yeah, man. You don't want to fall in, Foster. I bet that water is freezing.

SPEAKER_11 9:08

Wait, what? Help! Help! Somebody please help me.

SPEAKER_12 9:12

Oh my god, he fell in. Come on, let's go.

SPEAKER_05 9:15

Someone might see. Look, guys, he really is a big wet pussy.

SPEAKER_13 9:20

Yeah, you're really cool now, Foster. The cold swallowed his screams. And as the black water dragged him down, Andrew Foster died. Almost.

SPEAKER_03 9:34

Hold on, kid. Hold on. I got you. Call an ambulance. God damn it.

SPEAKER_13 9:41

Six months later, Andrew opened his eyes.

SPEAKER_05 9:45

Andrew, can you hear me? I'm Dr. James. You gave us quite the scare, young man. Where am I?

SPEAKER_01 9:54

Jesus. You're awake. My baby. You've been in a coma for almost six months. I knew you were going to be okay. You're in the hospital. Thank God that nice man pulled you out of the ice.

SPEAKER_13 11:45

The doctors called it a miracle. The town called it luck. Andrew called it unfinished business.

SPEAKER_06 12:00

Okay. I'll stay.

SPEAKER_13 12:03

Something in his voice, an undertone, a pulse, made her obey without question. He pushed the suggestion with his mind as well. It was the first time Andrew realized he could make someone listen. He didn't understand why or how. Having a near-death experience and possibly being brain dead for a few minutes might have unlocked this new ability. Can you give me my phone?

SPEAKER_06 12:27

No, I'm sorry. Patients aren't allowed cell phone use until we run your labs.

SPEAKER_13 12:32

I really think you should give me my phone now. She paused for a moment, disoriented, and slowly and dreamily handed Andrew her cell phone.

SPEAKER_06 12:45

Yes, Andrew. I'll give you your phone now.

SPEAKER_11 12:48

Derek. Jason and Tommy. Let's see if you're all still laughing.

SPEAKER_13 12:52

They say revenge is a dish best served cold. Andrew preferred it frozen.

SPEAKER_11 12:59

Who's this? I don't know. It's Andrew. You remember the lake? That was really fucking funny. I almost died, you know. You guys just left me there to drown.

SPEAKER_12 13:09

What the hell do you want? I'm driving. Look at the man. That was.

SPEAKER_11 13:15

I want you to listen. Listen, drive. I want you to drive. Don't stop. Just drive. Tyler, faster. I want you for it. Okay?

unknown 13:26

What the hell?

SPEAKER_12 13:27

Look, you little shit. I'm gonna beat your scrawny little ass. I uh okay. I'll drive faster until I get to the bridge.

SPEAKER_13 13:35

Tyle didn't understand why his hands tightened on the wheel, why his foot pressed harder and harder on the gas. The car found the guardrail. The guardrail. His car crashed through as he plummeted off the bridge. The impact deployed the airbags when he hit the river. The car began filling up with water. Tyler began to panic. He tried beating his fist against the window and he held his breath. He was trapped and couldn't get out. He stopped thrashing as his lungs filled up with the cold water. His body floated to the roof as his car sank to the bottom.

SPEAKER_11 14:17

Remember the pond, Derek? You laughed when I screamed. You all did. Man, it was all a joke. No hard feelings, right? I want you to go in your garage and get a gas. I want you to pour it all over yourself. You're crazy. Why the fuck would I do that? Are you high or something? Derek. Then, once you're done, I want you to light yourself on fire.

SPEAKER_13 14:40

Derek did as he was told. Somewhere, deep inside, he wanted to resist. But the voice oh, the voice was sweet. He poured the entire can of gasoline all over him. He tried to stop, but couldn't. He found a grill lighter and lit it. Nothing. Then he tried again. This time it lit. Setting himself on fire, the flames engulfed him. Derek screamed. His hair and clothes went up as did the rest of him. Smoke and burning flesh filled the room. Derek stopped moving.

SPEAKER_12 15:24

Foster? I heard you were in the hospital. Look, man, I'm sorry. I didn't really want to go along with it that day. But you fell for it, hook line and sinker. What a dumbass.

SPEAKER_11 15:34

Yeah, really fucking funny, Jason.

SPEAKER_12 15:41

What's the right one in my backyard? I'm looking down on them now. There's a train coming. You won't be able to stop in time. They can't see me. The only thing I'm sad about is I'm able to start.

SPEAKER_11 16:10

Goodbye, Jason.

SPEAKER_13 16:11

One by one, the four fell. Some in fire, some in water, some with only the whisper of his name on their dying lips. Then there was one. Tommy Simmons. They all had paid the price for messing with Andrew Foster, and now it was his turn. This time Andrew didn't call him. He caught Tommy smoking a cigarette leaning against Mr. Hobbs' convenience store. He was scrolling through his phone when Andrew walked up on him.

SPEAKER_11 16:43

Whoa, whoa, well, if it isn't shitbagsimons. You know, Tommy, smoking is bad for your health.

SPEAKER_04 16:48

Eat my ass fuckface! Hey dickhead, you haven't seen Jason, Derek, or Tyler around, have you? They're all not returning my texts.

SPEAKER_11 16:56

Oh, those douchebags? Well, they won't be messing with me anymore. I killed them. Killed them all. You see, Tommy, when I fell through that ice and lay in a coma for six months, I almost died, and you all left me. Well, let's just say I can make people do whatever I want now. All I have to do is give them. A little push. What the fuck are you talking about, Foster? You know this intersection is really bad for car accidents, right? There's a blind spot right over this hill, and makes it nearly impossible for someone to see you until it's too late. I think you should go play in traffic, Tommy. You should go over there, sit down, and play a game on your phone. Fuck you, Foster. I'm not gonna do it right now, Tommy.

SPEAKER_04 17:36

Okay, yeah. I think I'm gonna sit in the road and play a game on my phone, Andrew.

SPEAKER_13 17:41

This time Andrew was there to watch. He could hear a car speeding up the hill. There's no way that it would see him until it was too late. It wouldn't be able to stop in time. Tommy sat there with a blank expression on his face, mouthing something, when the car saw him and tried slamming on its brakes. The car ran him over and crushed his head like a melon. People came out to see what happened. Some people screamed, someone said, call 911. And Andrew Foster smiled for the first time in his life and quietly walked away. Four years later, Andrew had mastered it. He could bend minds like clay, twist desire into obedience, take a flicker of suggestion, and the world opened its doors.

SPEAKER_11 18:36

Don't lock it. Turn off the cameras. Oh, and be quick about it.

SPEAKER_00 18:40

Yes, of course, Mr. Foster. I'll be quick about it. I'll put it all in this bag for you.

SPEAKER_13 18:46

Money, cars, fame, women. The world was a puppet stage, and his voice the strings. Who's the loser now? One day, Andrew walked into a coffee shop, ordered a drink, and sat down.

SPEAKER_07 19:03

Mind if I sit here?

SPEAKER_13 19:04

Not at all. Please. Her name was Elena. Eyes like wildfire. Smile like sin. For the first time, he didn't want to control someone.

SPEAKER_07 19:17

You always sit alone like this?

SPEAKER_13 19:20

Used to. Guess I'm changing.

SPEAKER_07 19:22

But change can be dangerous.

SPEAKER_13 19:26

They talked for hours, laughed, touched hands. Love. Real love slipped quietly into his life. Weeks became months. Andrew found peace in her eyes. No commands, no control. Just two broken souls pretending they weren't. With Elena, Andrew didn't have to push to get what he wanted. You make me feel normal.

SPEAKER_07 19:53

That's because I am just like you.

SPEAKER_13 19:55

What what did you say? What do you mean? They were sitting in a diner when a man walked up to them both and began flirting with Elena right in front of Andrew. Andrew got mad and was going to push so the man would go away, but before he had a chance to, Elena told him that it'd be a good idea for him to kick his own ass. All of a sudden, the man began punching himself in the face, smashing plates over his head. People were watching and thinking a very disturbing man had just lost it. People got out their cell phones and recorded it.

SPEAKER_07 20:30

Then Elena whispered to him, I really think you need to go to the back of the kitchen and put your head in the fryers. Put your whole face in the hot grease!

SPEAKER_13 20:38

He disappeared to the kitchen, and moments later the cooks ran out screaming. You, you can do it too. The voice.

SPEAKER_07 20:47

I can, but I control it. You can't.

SPEAKER_11 20:50

What are you talking about?

SPEAKER_07 20:52

They've been watching you, Andrew. The doctors, the ones who studied your coma. They made me. They wanted to see how you'd react when someone stronger gave you a suggestion.

SPEAKER_11 21:02

No, no, you're lying.

SPEAKER_07 21:04

Be still.

SPEAKER_13 21:05

And just like that, his gift became a curse. The puppet found his master. Elena then told Andrew to follow her outside and go to the roof of the next building over. It was at least six stories tall. No fucking way! I'm not gonna do anything.

SPEAKER_07 21:25

Now, Andrew, stand up. I'm sorry, but get up on the ledge.

SPEAKER_13 21:32

Andrew tried to push Elena to go away. He pushed harder than he ever had before. He felt his nose running and wiping his sleeve noticed blood.

SPEAKER_11 21:42

Elena, please, why? I love you.

SPEAKER_07 21:45

It's not about love. It's doing what you're told to do. And only one of us should have the power. And it's not gonna be you.

SPEAKER_11 21:52

I can't. I don't want to. You can't fucking make me.

SPEAKER_07 21:57

You will. Step on the ledge, Andrew, and see if you can fly. Goodbye, Andrew. I really did like you, you know.

SPEAKER_13 22:07

His body obeyed, though his mind screamed. Control reversed. The master undone. He tried to fight it. Andrew was strong, but she was stronger. He tried to stop, but his feet moved closer to the edge of the building. He outstretched his arms and tried to fly. Gravity then introduced itself to Andrew as he plummeted six stories down and hit the concrete with a dull splat. And so Andrew Foster's big debut ends with a splat.

SPEAKER_09 22:49

He's been a second chance proving he was just as hollow as the bullies who broke him, swapping their markers and tops for a god complex and a death wish. I guess the moral of the story is if you're going to treat people like poppets, you better make sure you aren't the one tied to the streams. He wanted the world to listen. Well, they're listening now to the sound of a mob hitting the pavement. Shadows of the deep and obey my command.

SPEAKER_02 25:47

Hi, I'm Troy Birch, creator and producer of this horrific show. If you want to help this nightmare spread like a virus to more unsuspecting souls, remember to like, subscribe, download, follow, turn on notifications, share the show with anyone who enjoys a little darkness in their lives. And if you really want to help summon new Legion listeners, please consider leaving a five-star rating and review wherever you listen. It doesn't have to be long, just honest. Reviews are lanterns in the dark. They help more people find this indie horror anthology podcast, and it only takes a moment. Drop me a question or a comment on Spotify's QA feature in the comments section. I read them all and I'll respond. Since your suffering and screams are like a chorus to my ears, check out my link tree, linktr.ee slash into the abyss podcast. Follow the show's bloody trail across the digital wasteland. Instagram, Facebook, YouTube, Threads, X, TikTok. You can also leave a recommendation or review on Facebook or Instagram to help guide other twisted souls toward the show. My BuzzSprout website is https colon slash slash feeds.buzzsprout.com slash 215 2031. I'm always lurking in the dark, posting, connecting, and searching for new unsuspecting souls to torture. Listen on your favorite podcast platform. Shout out to DJ Trillium and We Are Legion for the dope music that keeps your heads nodding. Follow me on socials, leave a review, and when I find it, I'll give you a shout out. Or maybe even name a character after you in a future episode. Got an idea for a future show? Tell me what kinds of stories you want to hear. Horror genres, strange tales, whatever is creeping into your mind. Tell me what you're liking, what's haunting you, and what sticks with you long after the episode ends. Thank you for listening, supporting, and downloading. Please share the show with friends, family, or anyone who loves horror stories. Word of mouth is the best way we grow. Thank you for walking into the darkness with me and for helping this strange little show reach places I never dreamed it would. I'm truly grateful for every single listener. And remember, whatever darkness lurks in the shadows will be waiting. Visiting you in your twisted nightmares as you spiral into madness.

SPEAKER_09 28:53

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SPEAKER_03 29:06

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SPEAKER_08 30:59

I'm changed somewhere. I'm gonna fucking change someone! So come and get it! It's something about the he says, she said, don't shit. I'm thinking better quit.