The Uncanny Coffee Hour with Dr Kitsune and Odd Bob
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The Uncanny Coffee Hour with Dr Kitsune and Odd Bob
Possessive Spirits
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A two-year-old sits up in bed at midnight and cries “Help me” in a voice that doesn’t belong to her. That’s where our night begins... inside a Nevada family’s haunting, where a restless house and a neglected ritual collide, and a grandfather’s quiet arrival resets the room. We follow the thread from a shaken father’s dash across town to a grandmother’s Buddhist protection and a corner shrine that once fed three tiny guardians a single grain of rice a day. When the offerings stopped, something else started. When the caretaker stepped back into the doorway, it ended as if a switch had been flipped.
From there, we step into folklore to see how other cultures name the same tremor. Our creature profile explores the Bakeneko, Japan’s “changed cat,” a house pet that crosses a boundary with age, appetite, and a too-long tail. Through a moody tale of Okesa—a beauty with a secret, a boastful captain, and an ocean that turns to glass—we trace the old law of pacts: honor what protects you, or pay for what you break. It’s atmospheric, briny, and just sharp enough to draw blood.
We close with “Twins,” a 500-word jolt from Weird Fiction Quarterly that tucks possession into the most intimate hiding place: the body itself. An extra eye, a dream-dog with a familiar face, and a whispered, terrible welcome home. Together, these stories sketch a map of the uncanny where maintenance matters—ritual as attention, offerings as relationship, folklore as instruction manual. Whether you lean skeptic or believer, there’s a common ground here: care is a practice, and neglect has consequences.
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Help me, help me. And we knew that's not her, that's not her voice. I I didn't know what to do, right? Like, uh, I don't know, I'm just shaking thinking about it.
SPEAKER_08:From the ice-bound hills east of Springfield, welcome to the Dr. Kitsune, Odd Bob, Uncanny Coffee Hour.
SPEAKER_07:Where we're always respectful with a touch of impish irreverence. We tell stories with wit and wisdom and a little greepiness.
SPEAKER_12:Well, hello there. How you been getting on? I'm Sortia, the only one in the uncanny coffee hour studio who can technically turn into a horse if the occasion calls for it. I help these two idits, Dr. Kitsune and Odd Bob, to bring tales of the strange and stories otherwise unheard alive. Cade Mila Falce. Pull up a chair, and I'll go and get the kettle on.
SPEAKER_08:Brought to you this week by Dr. Kitsune's shiny green leaves. Are you a colonizer out in the woods taking a walk?
SPEAKER_07:That's mine. That's mine.
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SPEAKER_07:I'm richie.
SPEAKER_08:Get some.
SPEAKER_07:Ah, the colonizers look at it. This is really sad.
SPEAKER_08:So what what are we what are we talking about this week?
SPEAKER_07:This week we're gonna go super creepy. We're gonna talk about possession.
SPEAKER_08:Possession, like colonization? Possession, like spirits possessing you. You mean that little trick that Seercia does with me every once in a while?
SPEAKER_12:You mean when I influence you. Pegging.
SPEAKER_08:No, it's not called pegging Sertia.
SPEAKER_02:Okay, okay. Spirit pegging.
SPEAKER_08:Spirit pegging.
SPEAKER_12:I'm inside you, aren't I?
SPEAKER_08:All right. You can call it that if you want. All right, I'm good with that.
SPEAKER_12:So careful with me, puka piles there. You'll make a mess of them.
SPEAKER_07:So I messed up. All right. So it's an all good Tanuki.
SPEAKER_08:Is our first story then uh from Nevada when when I was talking to Tam out there?
SPEAKER_07:Yeah. You know someone who has good positions.
SPEAKER_08:Yeah, yeah, he has a great story. Although it scared the bejesus out of me and Niwa.
SPEAKER_12:Be cheers as Mary and Joseph.
SPEAKER_08:Well, that's what we want to do is pass on those stories.
SPEAKER_07:Let's before we start.
SPEAKER_09:Yeah.
SPEAKER_07:What are you drinking? Oh, yeah, yeah. We do do that, don't we? Um I is the coffee hour. Yeah. I am having uh hemp milk.
SPEAKER_08:Of course you are. With espresso and a little bit of maple flavoring. Maple flavoring.
SPEAKER_07:Yeah.
SPEAKER_08:Like from a maple tree. Uh, I don't know. I didn't look. Crush up a leaf and stick it in there.
SPEAKER_07:Hose array? I doubt it. It's probably all out of a factory. Surple? It's it probably put microplastics straight into my head.
SPEAKER_12:That would certainly explain a lot.
SPEAKER_08:And what are you drinking, Sersha?
SPEAKER_12:I am having a nocturnal spirit. You see? You shake some cool brew coffee and whiskey with ice, strain it into a glass, and layer the cream on top as usual for an Irish coffee. Yum.
SPEAKER_08:A nocturnal spirit. Remember, we don't have to live out the stereotype. You don't always have to be drinking booze. That's right.
SPEAKER_11:I like me booze.
SPEAKER_08:You like booze. Okay, you like booze. That's okay.
SPEAKER_12:Yeah, I like booze.
SPEAKER_07:Well, maybe she processes it differently.
SPEAKER_12:If it weren't for my drinking whiskey, you'd na to have any Northwest IPA beer.
SPEAKER_09:Okay.
SPEAKER_08:All comes out the same way in the end.
SPEAKER_09:Yep.
SPEAKER_12:I've peed already in your glass.
SPEAKER_07:That is not where IPA comes from. Okay. How about you, Mitch? What are you having?
SPEAKER_08:I am having a wonderful Papiver Somniferum Expressed Drink. So you're high. No. I'm retired, is what I am. I'm having tea. Okay. It's uh a tincture of Papaver Somniferum.
SPEAKER_07:Uh yeah.
SPEAKER_08:Good.
SPEAKER_12:You've been hanging around all groovy gonads there a bit too much.
SPEAKER_08:Uh that's for your back, right? Yes. I'm having some really bad back pains right now. And uh have to go in March to see the surgeon.
SPEAKER_07:Mm-hmm. Well, uh, you know, you probably shouldn't have tried to do what you were doing with that Sasquatch.
SPEAKER_11:You idiots. That would have helped.
SPEAKER_07:Matt, I'm sure that didn't help your back at all when you were. I heard a lot of grunting.
SPEAKER_02:Sassy squatch. Oh, all right, idents. The present time is a good time. Shall we start your pals' story?
SPEAKER_07:Let's go right into that. Okay, yeah, let's start there. All right, we'll be right back. Listen to this here.
SPEAKER_01:Hi guys, my name's Cam. Um uh well I live here in Nevada, and it's great to be out here in the outdoors. So um, I guess I have a do you want me to start with the story right away? Yeah, or whatever you want to talk about. Okay. Um, I guess it's you know, the story happened. I guess I'm first of all, I'm not like a very um, you know, like it needs to be proven to me, right? Things need to uh very scient scientifical, it needs to be, you know, logic involved. It needs to make sense, right?
SPEAKER_06:Yeah.
SPEAKER_01:Um and this this you know, this type of stuff that happened to me, and I would have I would have never like imagined it. I would have never thought it was possible. If somebody else would have told me, I would have, you know, shook it off. But it, you know, this happened. Um I worked third shift and this was probably around my twenties, early twenties. I was still living with my parents. My girlfriend at the time was living with me. And my daughter was probably two and a half, about three years old. Um we were living, we had a pretty big house. We lived in the uh the first floor, but my parents got a divorce, so then we decided to move up to the second floor. Um the two bedrooms were adjacent to each other, and there was a space in the middle that was really never used. Um, and it was like uh it had pipes there, so it looked like it used to be like a kitchen or something. So we decided to uh move my daughter up to that room because it was just you know closer to us, right? Because at first she was downstairs in the other room. We had a monitor on her. Um, but we wanted her closer, so we decided to move up to this room. Um and everything was great for a while, but then I just I got a call at around um, I don't know, maybe like 11 mid or to midnight, that uh something was going on with my daughter, and she was, you know, getting up out of bed and um just you know strange things happening. And you know, I'm just a guy at work on third shift, I just want to get my shift done, so I just you know brush it off and just tell uh my girlfriend at the time, you know, just take care of her and you know, it's it's not a big deal. You know, it's like I can't leave work right now because you know, we really need to make this money, right? Yeah. So um, so you know, nothing else happened that night. And I get back to the house the next morning, she kind of explains to me what happened that she was just getting up and you know saying, help me, help me, and you know, I'm not thinking anything of it, you know, I'm just thinking maybe she had a bad dream, right? She's just you know, just a kid. And so I go back to work and the same thing happened around the same time. And this time I'm like, you know, I gotta go see what's going on. That's you know, you don't call for the same thing two times in a row if, you know, if nothing serious is really happening. So I drive, because I I I worked almost like an hour away, so it I going home was like, you know, it had to be something big for me to go home. So I get home and I go up to her bedroom and she's laying in bed, but she's like swinging, she's like um kind of like sitting up and swinging and sitting up and like laying back down pretty quickly and almost violently, you know, screaming, help me, help me. And the thing is it wasn't even her voice, right? It was more of like, you know, it was like almost like a demonic, like evil type voice. And it was more like, help me, help me. And we knew that's not her, that's not her voice. I I didn't know what to do, right? Like uh I don't know, I'm just shaking thinking about it, but I didn't I didn't know what to do, and as a parent, that's scary because you're supposed to know what to do with the, you know, like I guess in that situation nobody does. Well, no one really prepares you for that guy. Right. So I I don't know what to do. Um and I'm thinking like something, you know, like something's like possessing her, or something's you know, something's crazy is happening here. Um I'm not gonna take her to a doctor. I don't I don't know what to do. So first thing I do is I uh we load her up into the car, and I'm like, I'm just gonna go to my grandma. She lives like maybe four blocks away, and my dad was there also. He was, you know. Um, so we rush over there. She's still doing the same thing in the car, just you know, saying, Help me, help me, and just like swaying back and forth. Uh we get to my uh grandma's house, I'm knocking on the door, you know, it's it's late at night, it takes them forever to come and answer it. And when when she does, you know, my grandma takes a look at her, she's still doing the same thing. And my father walks in the room and she just snaps right out of it. Snaps right out of it, and you know, is all happy and cheery. Hi grandpa, and like nothing ever happened. And we didn't know what happened. I I had no idea. So, you know, I start telling my father of like what happened, and you know, and um my grandma gave her this, like my my parents are all Buddhists. Um, my my grandma especially, so she gave her this Buddhist chain that was wrapped around like a gold string. It wasn't gold, like more like almost like yarn-like, right? But you know, it was blessed by the monks and all this stuff, and they gave her that to protect her, and we kept that on her the whole time. But the interesting is my father told me that in that room that, you know, nobody ever slept in that room, but in that room, in the upper corner on the uh I forget what side it was, it was north something, but it had to be in that corner, and it was a little pedestal in the corner, up very high, no women are allowed to touch it, and there was three figurines, no more than an inch tall. And it was the uh what what are those things? The uh um do no evil, see no evil, hear no evil uh monkeys up there. And he told me that he was raising spirits in there through those statues, and every day they needed to be fed at least one grain of rice. And since he moved out, that that's what caused those spirits to act up and be angry, and then she was you know young, so susceptible to it, and she was also placed in that room, so um, we're pretty sure that's what happened because it stopped as soon as um they saw my father, and if he was the ones that was, you know, um raising them. Yeah, and the one that was uh the were the ancestor spirits or uh I don't know. Oh I've never I've never gotten that far, but it it's it's something to do with uh you know him raising those spirits and eventually not being there to take care of them that uh aroused their you know their anger. So that um and you know I wasn't the only one that witnessed it, it was the entire family, you know, my my father especially, because it's just weird that you know when they saw him that that's when it all just stopped and went away. And ever since uh she has that uh gluten necklace, it's uh hasn't happened protected.
SPEAKER_06:Now did do you think he brought those spirits or those figurings from Loos with him when he came over here? I think he did.
SPEAKER_01:And you know, it was for him like if you according to him, if you fed them properly and you took care of them, they protected the house that we're in, right? So they just protected the the families, and as soon as, you know, they weren't taken care of, then they were um a little more aggressive, I guess, is the way to say it. Yeah. Or lost, yeah, or needed help. Right, right, exactly. Because they would, you know, that's what she was screaming. She was saying, you know, help me, help me. And you know, it's the interesting thing is like that was not, you know, a two, three-year-old's voice that was not, you know, it was definitely not. Well, I still have chills going down my spine. It's you know, that that that made me a believer for sure. Because you hear people tell stories about ghosts and things like that, and you brush it off, but when it happens to you and it happens like so close and it's so so real because it is. I I mean it happened, you know, it's that that brings it into a whole new light and you know opens your eyes to what really is out there and what's possible.
SPEAKER_08:So I want you to imagine listening to that story. A cold summer night in the middle of the Nevada desert with a strong wind going, a tiny thumbnail crescent moon in the sky, and a 400-year-old miner's cabin off to our right. And uh every once in a while you'd hear a stick breaking out in the out in the desert just past the the light of the lantern. It was a cold camp, so no fire to warm us. And uh my boy Niwa looked at me and he said, Papa, can we stop? Can we stop with the stories tonight? It was pretty damn freaky.
SPEAKER_07:Yeah.
SPEAKER_02:You two are freaky. Why do you think I burn sage every time you leave the room?
SPEAKER_07:That's yeah. That's why I only I like to watch horror movies during the day. Preferably with like, you know, maybe some chocolate milk and uh peanut butter and jelly sandwich or something, you know, just a little fun to take the edge off of the fear. Never do it with like edibles.
SPEAKER_12:Time for shout-outs. Oh, louder! Okay.
SPEAKER_08:Hey, shout out to Mike. Hope you're having a good time up there in Alaska teaching. I know school started again. And also shout out to Mitch up at the uh car sales up in Salem. Thanks for selling us that car. I told you I'd do a shout-out.
SPEAKER_07:Woo! You're still enjoying the car?
SPEAKER_08:Oh, yeah. Denise got this uh this hybrid CRV. It's a great car. Nice. She named it George.
SPEAKER_07:Oh, yeah. George. George CRV? I don't know.
SPEAKER_08:Huh. Usually the boy named it George. Georgie or something George. I don't know.
SPEAKER_07:I had a Ford Ranger for many years that I really, really liked. I named it Geordie LaFord. Yeah, it was a good truck. Except for when it got too hot. If it got over a certain temperature, it wouldn't start.
SPEAKER_03:Coolant Link! Richard got a coolant link in the engine core. I can't shut it down. I have to make two minutes to a warm core breach.
SPEAKER_07:Then I'd have to push start it.
SPEAKER_12:Shout! Shout! These are the people we would like to shout out. Jesus, that was lame.
SPEAKER_07:Yeah, it was really weird. But anyway, I digress. Um, and I'd like to do another profile. I thought that was a really good idea that Sersha and her friends had last time. Yeah. I like the creature profile. So how do you what do you think about that? Yeah, let's do creature profile. Okay, let's start a new segment.
SPEAKER_00:Creature profile may not use that, I don't know.
SPEAKER_12:Do a jingle. I get on the piano. Maybe we can make one good one this episode.
SPEAKER_07:Come out, come out, wherever you are, tell us all about what you are. Whether you're from here or the Nile. Now it's time for our creature profile.
SPEAKER_12:Yeah, let's not do that ever again, boys.
SPEAKER_08:So creature profile. Creature profile. We're gonna do our creature profile. What creature are we profiling today? Wow. Back in Neko?
SPEAKER_07:I'm probably saying that way wrong. Bukake Neko, what? No, not Bukake Neko. What did you say? Is it isn't Neko cat? Neko, Neko, yeah. Neko, Neko Cat, right? Yeah. And you said Bukake Neko. And I know what Bukake is, and that is not what we're talking about. What are we talking about?
SPEAKER_12:Okay, then.
SPEAKER_07:We are talking about.
SPEAKER_12:Just gonna turn those mics down.
SPEAKER_07:So historically.
SPEAKER_12:There. Now I can properly have Barnaby do the segment. So historically my wee friend, if you would be so kind.
SPEAKER_03:Of course, Sasha. Today we are talking about the Bakaneco, or changed cat, sometimes called monster cat. The creature classification of the Bakaneko is a yokai from the Edo period of Japan. These are cats that transform into something even more sinister than they already are. The triggers are usually either living more than twelve to thirteen years and slash or getting fat, like over four kilos. That's all. Just old and fat cats like those ones in DC. Sorry, I just get emotional with everything, you know. Anyway, where was I? Oh yes. The telltale tale. The tail on these creatures will transform to an exceptionally long tail. And this is the witch of why many Japanese owners historically bobbed their cats' tails, you see, to prevent the transformation. Ouch!
SPEAKER_12:That'd make an onion cry.
SPEAKER_03:Do you have any stories about the Bakineko?
SPEAKER_12:I do. I'll do it now in a minute.
SPEAKER_04:Ah, I see. Good call.
SPEAKER_10:This re on the mist choked shores of Sado Island, there lived an old woman, whose only wealth was a Kariko cat. She was forgotten by the world, sharing her meager rise with a creature, whose eyes watched her, unrelenting.
SPEAKER_09:Do not leave me.
SPEAKER_10:The old woman would whisper, clutching the cat's fur.
SPEAKER_04:In this cold world, you are all I have.
SPEAKER_10:One morning, the cat was gone. In its place stood a girl. She said her name was Okesa. Her skin was a color of cream, and her kimono moved like silk. She never spoke of the cat. She spoke only of debt. She traveled to the mainland. Her beauty becoming a legend in the tea houses. The coins she earned flowed back to the old woman, enough to buy a thousand lives of comfort. But Okesa had a secret that smelled of old salt and dried blood. A sea captain, a man of loud voice and shallow heart, became enchanted by her. One night, after a night of heavy drink, he woke in the dark. He thought he could catch a glimpse of the lovely Orkessa through a thriver in the sliding door. However, he did not see her, but a shadow that filled the room. A massive feline shape huddled over the banquet remains. The sound of crunching and bones snapping that echoed in the silence. Suddenly, the creature turned its shaggy head towards him. He fell back from the door in shock. Its eyes were smoldering coals, centered by ink black slits that swallowed the light like an abyss. The teeth within the huge moor, needles still red from the bloody feast as it spoke. If your tongue speaks of this, it hissed, the voice vibrating in the captain's very marrow. The sea will be your shroud. The next day, the captain reached the safety of his great timber ship. Surrounded by his men and the vast open ocean, his courage returned. He laughed, a hollow, mocking sound.
SPEAKER_07:That, Okesa?
SPEAKER_10:He sneered.
SPEAKER_07:She is a monster. A beast in a silk skin.
SPEAKER_10:The wind died instantly. The sea became a sheet of black glass. Then, from the center of the sky, a cloud descended, formed not of vapor, but of fur and cloud. It swallowed and shrieked around the ship. Then the crew helplessly watched, paralyzed, as a giant pole, larger than the main mast, reached through the gare. It did not take the ship. It did not take the cargo. It took only the captain. Once its rage was quelled, the sky broke through the clouds. Seconds later, the sea was calm. The ocean was again still. But the captain's scream was still hanging in the air. They're wooden deck. There who's nothing left but a single orange and black tuft of fur.
SPEAKER_03:Yikes, that's a good story. Should we let them back on air? I have to see a man about a very small horse and replenish my empty cup.
SPEAKER_08:There you go, you got it? Hey, welcome back to the second season of The Uncanny Coffee Hour. With Odd Bob and Dr. Katsune. And the lovely Sertia.
SPEAKER_12:And Gracie the dog.
SPEAKER_07:Oof. And some gnome looking dude that's around here somewhere. Sometimes it'll possess the captain, steer them off course. Or it will slowly replace the crew one by one.
SPEAKER_08:Damn cat.
SPEAKER_12:I liked my version better. Cats can be scary, you know.
SPEAKER_08:Well, they walk with a foot in both worlds. Yeah. Yeah, they're assholes. Well, they can be. They can be.
SPEAKER_07:Yeah.
SPEAKER_08:The Kate she aren't. But we have a Kate she at our house now.
SPEAKER_07:You do?
SPEAKER_08:Yeah. I don't know what that's. That's another story for another time.
SPEAKER_07:Oh, okay. Do you keep track of all these stories for other times? Yeah.
SPEAKER_08:Okay, good. Yeah. The sea is a lonely place. I do not enjoy it.
SPEAKER_07:Yeah.
SPEAKER_08:When you vomit for twelve hours straight.
SPEAKER_04:Do you like it?
SPEAKER_08:The sea is a lonely place. I do not enjoy it.
SPEAKER_07:You ever think about how much just vast ocean there is underneath of you? And what would happen if your if your ship went down?
SPEAKER_08:Yes, I do not enjoy it.
SPEAKER_11:So that's a no to becoming a sailor.
SPEAKER_08:Uh well, I can't swim. Me either. But I'd swim for the rest of my life.
SPEAKER_09:Yeah.
SPEAKER_08:I started vomiting when we were still in between the jetty spits. We hadn't even crossed the bar yet, and I started vomiting. Oh. They said, oh, this is gonna be a long ride for me.
SPEAKER_12:So I'm confused. Do you enjoy being at sea?
SPEAKER_07:Alright. Alright. Anyway, uh yeah, so here's another story. I'm not sure what it's gonna be, but here, enjoy it. Dink dink dink dink dink dink.
SPEAKER_12:Yeah, absolute aegis. You're going dotty. Here is a wonderful submission from your cousin.
SPEAKER_05:Hello, my name is Sarah Walker, and this is my story, Twins. This is from Weird Fiction Quarterly. It's a quarterly you can get, and it's full of um basically flash fiction, which means each of the stories is exactly 500 words long. Exactly. So this is from our ghost edition from winter of 2025. And once again, my story is twins. His grandmother told him of his dead twin the Christmas Eve before his tenth year. When you were in your mother's belly, your twin tried to eat you, she said, eyes glittering blackly in the fly light. He did but you were tougher, and you ate him instead. She poked his chest with a bony finger, punctuating each word. Grandmother, Cecil's father gasped. With all due respect, I've asked you before and I ask you again, please don't tease the boy. Cecil's grandmother was always saying stuff that she wasn't supposed to say. She pinched her mouth and looked at Cecil. Cecil knows that I was only having a bit of a chaff, she added, and then whispered, and he'd know that too if he had a sense of humor. She motioned towards his dad and winked at Cecil. Cecil forced a smile. She did tease him regularly, but most of the time the jokes weren't funny, nor were they really jokes. This made him suspect that what his grandmother was insinuating was probably true. Was she secretly trying to warn him? So that dark Christmas Eve after supper, he began to search for evidence of the twin in his own body. Though he tried to be thorough, and was even helped by cousin Roderick, all he could find was his own skin, teeth, and hair. No ghost of his long-dead twin hiding in his body. I don't see anything, Roderick said, in a stuffy-nosed, received pronunciation accent. Cecil nodded as if that was okay, but as soon as Roderick was gone, he still searched. And he searched. Andy searched. After midnight, he finally gave up and went to bed. He was dreaming. Lost in his grandmother's manor house, a great black dog chased him this way and that. No one was there though, and the doors were all locked. Finally, with nowhere left to go, he turned and shouted, Go away! The dog now close enough that he could really see it. It wore his own face. The thing lunged forward, growling with supernatural glee in its blue eyes, so very like his own. And the voice was that of the dog, but mixed with his grandmother. It's just a joke, Cecil. Just a joke. Don't you hear? And it began to eat him. He awoke. Still night, the house was preternaturally silent. Dry in mouth, he walked up past the mirror to get to the water jug. But with the full moon, the house became less dark, and now he could see himself in the mirror's reflection. He almost screamed in surprise at seeing the eye, but his own hand muffled him, possessed, moving of its own accord. What he'd seen in that mirror would sear into his brain like a red-hot poker pressed into flesh for the rest of his life. He'd seen an eye on the back of his neck. An eye very, very much like his own. With a sudden tug, he felt himself pulled down and inside. Down inside into himself. It was dark here. So very dark. He could not breathe. Welcome home. His brother's voice came. Now it's my turn. That's the end of that story. So the whole point of that story, we were doing an M. R. James um uh kind of take. So basically, everybody gets a theme, and then um, and sometimes we have like a writer that we're kind of emulating. And in this case, it was a writer named M. R. James, who primarily wrote in the 1800s and was the Provostate Eaton of all things. Um, but that's what he's remembered for are his wonderful, horrible ghost stories um and um possession stories and just plain creepy stories. And so that's why um it took place. My story took place in the English countryside. But anyway, I hope you enjoy. And uh check out Weird Fiction Quarterly. Um we're on um Amazon, we're on multiple uh sites, and uh we would love to share our weirdness with you.
SPEAKER_12:Among other places you can find the link to Weird Fiction Quarterly on our newly renovated website. Your line now, Shorty.
SPEAKER_04:Oh yes, www.uncannycoffeepodcast.com. I've been enjoying the game section especially.
SPEAKER_08:That was pretty friggin' awesome, I think.
SPEAKER_07:Yeah, it was rad. It made me think of you instantly because I think you should submit a story. To what? To the uh fiction quarterly.
SPEAKER_08:Thanks. Yeah. Well, all stories are true. None of my stuff's fiction. It's all true. Yeah. But we gotta publish it as fiction or else I'd get sued, probably.
SPEAKER_07:I added a link on our website. Okay, great. So anybody can can see it if they want.
SPEAKER_08:Aren't we gonna go out there and pay her a visit also? Aren't we gonna Yeah, yeah.
SPEAKER_07:Yeah. I want to go out to the coast and see my aunt and my cousin and uh yeah, talk about things and stuff. Stuff.
SPEAKER_08:Yeah, weird stuff.
SPEAKER_07:Yeah. So thanks, Sarah. Thank you very much. Um, anybody that has any submissions, feel free to send them in to us via the website or any other ways that you communicate with us. Psychically, it's a little bit harder for us, but otherwise, yeah. Somebody's calling with a submission right now. Very cool. Uh thank you, Sarah. That was really great. Yep. Well, uh I got other stuff to do.
SPEAKER_08:Me too. It's like time to switch from from tea to whiskey. Yeah, that's what I meant. Got a bottle of single malt at home. I'd really like to say hello to. Yeah. You know, we all have our loves. Well, I think that's all the time we have for uh this episode of the Uncanny Coffee Hour. We've unraveled quite a few threads today. If you enjoyed the conversation, make sure to subscribe and leave us a review. It helps other seekers of truth find their way to our table.
SPEAKER_11:If you don't leave a review, I might just have to follow you home and rearrange the silverware.
SPEAKER_07:Don't mind the puka. She's just looking for an excuse to travel. And um, a huge thanks to my co-hosts and to all of you listening and to our executive producer.
SPEAKER_08:All right. Keep your minds open and your head on a swivel. We'll be back with more legends and lore later.
SPEAKER_12:Until then, stay strange, mortals.
SPEAKER_07:Slantha.
SPEAKER_12:It's Slantha.
SPEAKER_07:I thought I said it right. You did. Silantro.
SPEAKER_12:Oh yeah, Slantha.
SPEAKER_07:Then she's just giving a shit. God damn it.
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SPEAKER_07:I don't think I've ever sang a song with Michigan. No, that's a lie. There's been times where we we were drunk and we sang songs.
SPEAKER_08:We were young and drunk.
SPEAKER_07:Yeah, yeah. I want to sing and dance.
SPEAKER_08:I want to sing and dance. I want to be a pirate in the pirates up in Zance with my tight shiny buckles and my tight shiny pants.
SPEAKER_07:That's right. That's right. I remember. Now I remember.
SPEAKER_08:Oh, we're sorry, folks. All right. Yeah. Time to go. Later.
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