Oct 1, 2026 · 1 hr 5 min · 13 segments
We’re kicking off spooky season! Andrez starts us off by telling scary stories and urban legends to set the mood. We’ve got creepy cryptids, ghostly hitchhikers, and the classic “Humans Can Lick Too”…
Their honeymoon had been one long shiver.
Blonde, angelic, and shy, her husband's hard character had frozen her childish dreams of what it meant to be a bride.
Nonetheless, she loved him dearly.
At times, with a slight malaise, when returning from a night together on the street, she gave a furtive glance at Jordan's tall stature, silent yet for an hour.
He, for his part, loved her profoundly without letting it be seen.
For three months they had been married in April.
They lived a special kind of joy.
Without a doubt, she would have wished less severity in their rigid heaven of love, more expansive feelings with cautious tenderness, but the indifferent countenance of her husband always restrained her desires.
The house in which they lived had little effect on her shivers.
The whiteness of the silent patio, friezes, columns, and marble statues produced an autumnal impression of an enchanted place.
Inside shining glaciers of stucco, the tall walls without the slightest feature affirmed the sensation of bleak coldness.
Walking back and forth between the rooms, footsteps echoed throughout the whole house, as if its long neglect heightened the resonating sound.
In this strange love nest, Alicia had spent the whole autumn.
However, she had thrown a veil over her old dreams and still lived in the hostile house as if asleep, without wanting to think about anything until her husband came home.
It was not strange then that she grew thin.
She came down with the slight attack of influenza that dragged on insidiously for days and days.
Alicia never seemed to recover.
Finally, one day, she managed to make it to the garden supported against the arm of her husband.
She looked indifferently from one side to the other.
Suddenly, and with profound tenderness, Jordan slowly passed his hand over her head, and Alicia instantly broke down into tears, throwing her arms around his neck.
She cried incessantly, releasing her silent fears, heightening her sobs from Jordan's slightest attempts at affection.
Then her cries ceased, and she stood a while with her head hidden against his neck, unmoving and wordless.
That was the last day that Alicia was able to raise herself up.
The following morning, she awoke faint and without spirit.
Jordan's doctor examined her with total attention and ordered her to stay in bed and get a rest.
Their honeymoon had been one long shiver.
Blonde, angelic, and shy, her husband's hard character had frozen her childish dreams of what it meant to be a bride.
Nonetheless, she loved him dearly.
At times, with a slight malaise, when returning from a night together on the street, she gave a furtive glance at Jordan's tall stature, silent yet for an hour.
He, for his part, loved her profoundly without letting it be seen.
For three months they had been married in April.
They lived a special kind of joy.
Without a doubt, she would have wished less severity in their rigid heaven of love, more expansive feelings with cautious tenderness, but the indifferent countenance of her husband always restrained her desires.
The house in which they lived had little effect on her shivers.
The whiteness of the silent patio, friezes, columns, and marble statues produced an autumnal impression of an enchanted place.
Inside shining glaciers of stucco, the tall walls without the slightest feature affirmed the sensation of bleak coldness.
Walking back and forth between the rooms, footsteps echoed throughout the whole house, as if its long neglect heightened the resonating sound.
In this strange love nest, Alicia had spent the whole autumn.
However, she had thrown a veil over her old dreams and still lived in the hostile house as if asleep, without wanting to think about anything until her husband came home.
It was not strange then that she grew thin.
She came down with the slight attack of influenza that dragged on insidiously for days and days.
Alicia never seemed to recover.
Finally, one day, she managed to make it to the garden supported against the arm of her husband.
She looked indifferently from one side to the other.
Suddenly, and with profound tenderness, Jordan slowly passed his hand over her head, and Alicia instantly broke down into tears, throwing her arms around his neck.
She cried incessantly, releasing her silent fears, heightening her sobs from Jordan's slightest attempts at affection.
Then her cries ceased, and she stood a while with her head hidden against his neck, unmoving and wordless.
That was the last day that Alicia was able to raise herself up.
The following morning, she awoke faint and without spirit.
Jordan's doctor examined her with total attention and ordered her to stay in bed and get a rest.
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