....WHISTLE.....
....WHISTLE.....
....WHISTLE.....
....Something has started waking at 3:00 a.m. in a small, unassuming town.
It’s not loud enough to wake everyone. Not yet. But if you’re the type to notice patterns… if you pay attention to the quiet… you’ll hear it too.
Three notes. Always the same. Always on time.
From there, the changes are subtle—at first. A strange mark in the dirt. A street that feels a little too still. People looking at you like they’re waiting for you to speak, even though you haven’t said a word. And under it all, a slow, inevitable pull toward something buried deep below the town.
The Town of Mouths is my newest long-form horror story— If you’ve been craving slow-burn dread, strange patterns, and body horror that will make your skin crawl, this is it!
The first is the holes.
Small at first, perfectly round, edges too clean for weather or tools. They never seem to fill with water, never echo, never catch the light. Drop something in—anything—and you won’t hear it hit bottom.
The second is the people.
Maybe it’s the way they pause too long in conversation, staring through you like they’re waiting for a cue. Maybe it’s the way their smiles don’t sit quite where they should, the lips pulling a little too far at the edges. Or the way they tilt their heads at the sound of the whistle, like they can hear something else layered beneath it.
And finally… there’s the pull.
No matter where you are, it draws you closer to the outskirts. Past the fences that aren’t fences anymore. Past the lines cut deep into the dirt, converging at a point no one talks about. You don’t have to know where it leads—you just know you’ll get there eventually.
If you hear the whistle tonight, don’t follow it. Not unless you want to know where it leads.
NEW MUSIC OUTRO - Mouth At The Heart is Calling Me💜💜💜💜💜 Huge Thank you for the feedback on the last episode song - and I'll only be striving to deliver better and better audio!
