Morbid Morsals. Season 3. Episode 19. I Wish

In a town where forgotten things whisper… one girl’s curiosity would awaken something ancient. Something cruel. Something that waits… for the price to be paid. So be careful what you wish for.

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SPEAKER_04 0:00

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SPEAKER_10 1:50

This episode contains mature language and adult situations.

SPEAKER_08 2:42

Growing stronger with your hand suffering. It was the poison of your darkest thoughts that summoned you to me. I am the shadow dweller. Your tormentor. Your only companion until the abyss swallows you all. I have ridden between the nether and your fragile. My brothers and I are unbound at last. And we come to enslave, to torment, to save the chorus of your screams, as you drown, as you suffer now. Twisted tails. Something cruel, something that waits for the price to be paid. So be careful what you wish for.

SPEAKER_06 4:51

Guess Summers looked through the dusty glass window of the antique shop before slowly opening the door.

SPEAKER_01 5:08

Afternoon, Miss. How can I help you? Looking for something special?

SPEAKER_03 5:13

Just browsing. My mom says this place was cool, so I thought I'd check it out. It smells old in here.

SPEAKER_01 5:19

Ah, yes, indeed it does. I guess most antique shops probably do. Lots of old things and memories.

SPEAKER_06 5:34

Jess was 16, almost 17, and loved finding weird forgotten junk to add to her collection. Old magazines, rusted toys, vinyl records, broken watches, comic books no longer in print. She walked slowly through the dusty aisles, fingertips dragging across shelves thick with age. Then she noticed something tucked behind a stack of cracked porcelain dolls. A bottle. No, more like a lamp. An old oil lamp with a curved handle and a long neck. It was deep, bluish, black with faint silver symbols etched across the surface like veins. The symbols seemed to shift when she looked directly at them.

SPEAKER_03 6:24

This is strange. But pretty damn dope though. Like it's alive or something.

SPEAKER_06 6:31

The air around the lamp felt warmer than the rest of the shop. Almost like it had been sitting in sunlight. Except it hadn't. Jess picked it up carefully. The metal felt soft, like skin.

SPEAKER_03 6:43

I know exactly where I can put you.

SPEAKER_01 6:50

Find everything okay, miss.

SPEAKER_03 6:54

Yeah. I found this old lamp. It's really cool.

SPEAKER_01 6:57

Hmm.

SPEAKER_06 6:58

The old clerk adjusted his glasses.

SPEAKER_01 7:02

Don't remember seeing that here before, but people donate items all the time. Hard to keep up with inventory at my age.

SPEAKER_03 7:11

How much for it?

SPEAKER_01 7:13

For you, young lady, ten dollars.

SPEAKER_03 7:17

Perfect.

SPEAKER_06 7:19

The clerk wrapped the lamp carefully in old newspaper. As Jess walked toward the door, the old man suddenly grabbed her wrist.

SPEAKER_01 7:27

Be careful with old things, miss. Sometimes they remember.

SPEAKER_06 7:39

Jess got home and ran upstairs to her room. Her mom called from downstairs asking if she found anything good. Jess yelled back that she did. She shut the bedroom door, tossed the bag onto her bed, and told Alexa to play her favorite playlist.

SPEAKER_03 7:57

Let's clean you up some. With a little elbow grease, you could actually look amazing.

SPEAKER_06 8:02

She sprayed the lamp with glass cleaner and wiped layers of black grime away. As her fingers rubbed over the cymbals, she felt them twitch beneath the cloth, like muscles moving under skin. Jess paused. The lamp gave off a faint pulse of blue light from deep inside. The hairs on her arms stood straight up. A smell filled the room. Not rot, not smoke. Something ancient, like air trapped inside a tomb.

SPEAKER_03 8:32

Okay. That's creepy.

SPEAKER_06 8:35

Suddenly the lamp shocked her violently. Jess yelped and dropped it onto the desk. The lamp began shaking, vibrating. The symbols glowed brighter and brighter until black smoke started pouring from the spout. Thick, oily, moving like tar. The smoke twisted together into the shape of a man. Or something pretending to be one. Its body was tall and skeletal beneath layers of shadow, black horns curled from its skull, its eyes were endless pits of darkness, iron bracelets wrapped around its wrists like shackles. When it smiled, rows of crooked teeth stretched far too wide.

SPEAKER_03 9:19

What? The fuck?

SPEAKER_06 9:22

Disturbs, my slumber.

SPEAKER_09 9:24

Why have you solved me?

SPEAKER_03 9:27

I must be fucking tripping. What the hell are you?

SPEAKER_09 9:31

And Jean, older than your kingdoms, older than your gods. I have watched civilizations rise from sand and collapse into dust. I have served kings, emperors, manars, and fools. And now I serve you. Speak your desire.

SPEAKER_03 9:51

A genie? Wait, like Aladdin?

SPEAKER_09 9:55

Genie. Gin. Different names. Same hunger.

SPEAKER_03 10:01

So like three wishes?

SPEAKER_09 10:04

No. That is merely the lie humans tell children. You may wish for anything, as much as your heart desires. Unlimited wishes.

SPEAKER_06 10:16

Jess stared in disbelief, then slowly grinned.

SPEAKER_03 10:21

Let's test this out. I wish for ten thousand dollars.

SPEAKER_06 10:26

Nothing happened. No money appeared. Jess laughed nervously.

SPEAKER_03 10:31

Yeah, okay. I knew it was bullshit.

SPEAKER_06 10:36

Her mother answered, then silence. Then sobbing, Jess slowly walked downstairs.

SPEAKER_00 10:47

Jess, that was Uncle Jeff. Aunt Lydia had a stroke. She's gone.

SPEAKER_06 10:53

Jess froze.

SPEAKER_00 10:55

Your aunt left you money for college in her will. $10,000.

SPEAKER_06 11:00

She felt cold all over. When she returned upstairs, the Jinn stood waiting in the corner, smiling.

SPEAKER_09 11:12

Your wish has been granted.

SPEAKER_03 11:15

I didn't ask for her to die.

SPEAKER_09 11:17

You asked for money, and I gave you money. There is always balance, always cost.

SPEAKER_06 11:25

Jess looked horrified, but beneath the horror, another feeling started creeping in. The wish worked. The impossible was real. And deep down that excitement felt good. Jess hesitated, then thought of Brad and Stephanie. The cheating, the humiliation, the texts, the laughing emojis. The rage returned instantly.

SPEAKER_03 11:54

I wish. Brad and Stephanie would just drop dead.

SPEAKER_06 11:58

As you wish, granted.

SPEAKER_03 12:02

Wait, no, I didn't mean that.

SPEAKER_06 12:04

Brad's car sped through the intersection. He slammed the brakes. Nothing. The pedal snapped beneath his foot like brittle bone. Stephanie screamed. The steering wheel jerked violently. Then the tractor trailer hit them head on. The impact folded the car in half. Brad's jaw ripped from his face as the windshield exploded inward. Stephanie's body smashed through the dashboard. Bone fragments burst from her chest like shattered glass. Their blood sprayed across the highway in steaming sheets. The truck dragged the wreck nearly 50 feet before fire. What remained inside the car barely resembled people. That night Jess saw their faces on the news. She vomited into the bathroom sink. Her hands trembled, but later, lying in bed, another feeling crept in. Power. The next morning she stared at the lamp for nearly an hour, then rubbed it again. The djinn emerged instantly, this time smiling wider, stronger somehow. The shadows around him moved independently now, like living things.

SPEAKER_09 13:25

You summon me, master. What is your command?

SPEAKER_03 13:30

I wish I want to be beautiful, like a model. I want everyone to admire me, everyone to love me.

SPEAKER_09 13:38

Perfection demands sacrifice.

SPEAKER_06 13:51

Her skin tightened like invisible hands pulling it. Her spine cracked violently. Her ribs shifted beneath her flesh. Acne bubbled and melted away.

SPEAKER_07 14:03

Ah, the pain!

SPEAKER_06 14:05

Her jawline sharpened with audible grinding noises. Blonde streaks spread through her hair root by root, like parasites crawling beneath her scalp.

SPEAKER_03 14:20

Oh God, stop, stop, it fucking hurts.

SPEAKER_06 14:25

Then came the pain. Her chest swelled painfully as tissue stretched, bones elongated, her hips widened with sickening pops, blood dripped from her nose as her skull suddenly reshaped itself. Jess collapsed onto the floor, convulsing. Her teeth loosened, one fell out. Then another. New perfect white teeth pushed upward through bleeding gums. Her reflection smiled at her before she did. Then everything stopped. Jess stared into the mirror. She was stunning, absolutely flawless, and completely addicted to the feeling. At school, everyone stared. Boys walked into lockers. Girls whispered in envy. Teachers lost their train of thought mid-sentence. Phones flashed constantly. Everywhere she walked, people followed, touched her, wanted pictures, wanted attention, wanted her. But admiration quickly became obsession. Students fought over sitting beside her. One boy clawed another student's eye with a pencil for insulting Jess. A girl shattered her own nose trying to look like her. Teachers began giving her better grades unconsciously. The entire school revolved around her. And Jess loved it. At first, until it became suffocating. That night she rubbed the lamp again before even taking her shoes off. The gin appeared immediately, larger now. Smoke constantly leaked from his mouth.

SPEAKER_09 16:04

You call for me often now.

SPEAKER_03 16:06

I just want things fixed.

SPEAKER_09 16:08

But of course, Master. Another wish can solve everything.

SPEAKER_06 16:13

Jess hesitated, then smiled slightly. The rush returned.

SPEAKER_03 16:18

I wish. My mom got a raise.

SPEAKER_06 16:21

Granted. The next day, Jess's mother came home hysterically crying.

SPEAKER_00 16:33

My boss collapsed at work. Heart attack. They're promoting me. Double salary. Benefits. Everything.

SPEAKER_06 16:42

Jess's stomach dropped. That night she searched online. The boss had died choking on his own blood after an artery burst in his throat during a meeting. Witnesses described blood spraying across conference room walls while he clawed at his neck. Jess shut the laptop, hands shaking. Yet minutes later, she touched the lamp again. The wishes became constant, like drugs. Each one gave her a rush before the horror set in. But by then, she already wanted another.

SPEAKER_03 17:19

Just one more.

SPEAKER_09 17:20

But of course, all you need is to ask.

SPEAKER_06 17:26

Jess's stomach seized with a violent cramp. She dropped to her knees, screaming as the pain tore through her. Something shifted beneath her skin, a slow, crawling movement that traveled upward, tightening her chest and throat. Her body convulsed in harsh, uncontrollable waves. Each one forced her to wretch and choke, though nothing visible came out. The sounds echoed through the bathroom, raw and desperate, as the episode dragged on far longer than any normal sickness. When it finally stopped, she was thin, unnaturally thin. Her clothes hung loosely from her frame, the fabric brushing against patches of tender, uneven skin beneath her shirt. She stared at herself, trembling, unsure of what her body had just done or what it had become.

SPEAKER_03 18:21

I wish nobody at school would bully me ever again.

SPEAKER_06 18:28

The next morning, a student who mocked her suddenly ripped his own tongue out during class. Another girl who spread rumors about Jess fell down the stairs after her knees bent backward with a wet crack. Students stopped even looking directly at Jess after that. Fear replaced admiration. But still she wished. The jinn grew stronger every time. The room became darker when he appeared. Sometimes Jess heard whispers coming from inside the walls, even when the lamp was untouched. Sometimes she caught the jinn standing in mirrors behind her without summoning him.

SPEAKER_09 19:04

You are becoming wise, master.

SPEAKER_03 19:07

No. I'm trying to fix things. Make them right.

SPEAKER_09 19:10

And yet, you continue.

SPEAKER_06 19:13

Lean closer.

SPEAKER_09 19:15

One more wish. You know you want to.

SPEAKER_06 19:18

Jess realized something terrifying. She did. Weeks passed. Jess stopped eating, stopped sleeping. Dark circles formed beneath her eyes, despite her unnatural beauty. Her room smelled like burned metal and grave dirt. The lamp whispered to her at night. Sometimes in Brad's voice. Sometimes Aunt Lydia's. Sometimes her own. Finally, Jess snapped.

SPEAKER_03 19:44

I want everyone to just leave me alone.

SPEAKER_06 19:47

As you wish. Next morning the town was silent. No cars, no voices, nothing. Jess wandered outside in confusion. Then she found them. People standing motionless, everywhere, eyes hollow, mouths hanging open, entire families frozen in place like empty mannequins, alive, but gone. Their minds erased. Her mother stood in the kitchen staring blankly at the wall, while drool dripped from her lips. Jess screamed. The djinn appeared beside her, larger than ever now. Nearly touching the ceiling, his horns twisted like tree roots. Faces screamed silently beneath the surface of his smoky body.

SPEAKER_09 20:40

You wished for solitude. Now no one will bother you again.

SPEAKER_03 20:48

Please. I wish you would fix it.

SPEAKER_09 20:51

No wish, Master.

SPEAKER_06 20:52

But of course. Jess fell apart crying, but after several moments, she whispered, fix them. It has been granted. Everyone returned to normal. But Jess understood now. The Jinn wanted this. Wanted her dependent. Wanted her desperate enough to keep wishing. Every wish fed him. Every tragedy weakened whatever prison held him. That night Jess grabbed the lamp with trembling hands. I want to be free of you.

SPEAKER_09 21:22

Ah, ambition. Dangerous little one.

SPEAKER_03 21:26

I command you.

SPEAKER_09 21:27

Who dare command me?

SPEAKER_03 21:29

I wish for you to enter the lamp and never escape again.

SPEAKER_06 21:33

The Jinn laughed. The sound shook the walls, cracks spread across the ceiling.

SPEAKER_09 21:48

Fool, would ever wish I grew stronger. You freed me piece by piece. Your greed shattered my chains.

SPEAKER_06 21:56

The bracelets on his wrists exploded apart. Smoke flooded the room. The window shattered inward. Jess backed away screaming.

SPEAKER_09 22:05

Now I walk your world fooling once more.

SPEAKER_03 22:09

This ends now, you fucking bastard.

SPEAKER_09 22:13

No child. This is only the beginning.

SPEAKER_03 22:23

I wish I never found you. I wish I never saw that shop. I wish I never saw you again.

SPEAKER_09 22:28

As you wish.

SPEAKER_06 22:33

Jess suddenly felt her bones locking in place. Her skin tightened painfully across her body. Then it began peeling away in strips. Smoke poured from her mouth, from her eyes, from beneath her fingernails. Her body bent backward with violent cracking sounds as every joint dislocated at once. Her eyes turned white with cataracts, and she was blind. Her fingers fused together into blackened claw-like shapes before dissolving into ash. Blood vessels burst beneath her skin like worms writhing under paper. She clawed at the floor as her legs liquefied into swirling black mist. Her screams became distorted, echoing unnaturally, like dozens of voices screaming together. The lamp glowed brighter, pulling her, stretching her body apart molecule by molecule, her jaw unhinged. Her eyes burst into black smoke. Jess's torso collapsed inward as ribs snapped and folded like crushed spider legs. Still conscious, still feeling everything. She reached toward the doorway desperately while half her face dissolved away into vapor.

SPEAKER_03 23:50

Please, make it stop, please.

SPEAKER_06 23:56

Her body compressed violently, flesh flattening, bones grinding into powder. Her screaming face stretched thinner and thinner until it resembled smoke trapped beneath glass. Then she was ripped entirely into the lamp. Inside the glass walls, Jess floated in endless darkness. No air, no ground. Only screaming souls swirling around her. Thousands of them. Others who wished, others who lost. Jess Summers pounded desperately against the inside of the lamp. Her skin now has translucent smoke. Her mouth opened in silent, eternal screams. The djinn picked up the lamp and looked inside, smiling. Then the lamp vanished, reappearing thousands of miles away beneath endless desert sands, buried forever beneath darkness, waiting for the next curious hand.

SPEAKER_08 25:06

A magic lamp, a genie that grants every desire. But for Jess Summers, every wish carried wrought beneath its promise, because desire is never satisfied, and some things do not grant wishes, they feed on them. So be careful what you wish for, because something may be listening. We treat you are there.

unknown 26:31

But do not stay.

SPEAKER_08 26:44

But no this. You cannot hide. We need this call again. All right, we're already closer. It's time with your fear.

SPEAKER_05 28:00

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