The Graveyard Slot Transistor (https://transistor.fm) https://feeds.transistor.fm/the-graveyard-slot It's 3 a.m. and the station should be dead air. Instead, someone is reading you a story. The Graveyard Slot is a horror fiction anthology broadcast from the loneliest shift on the dial. Each episode, your host takes the overnight desk and reads one complete tale... no cliffhangers, no filler. Original scary stories about small towns, empty highways, night shifts, trail cameras that see too much, and the quiet ways ordinary lives come apart. Slow-burn dread over jump scares. Every story finishes before the sun comes up. New episodes twice a week. Best heard alone, after midnight, with headphones. All stories are original works of fiction. © 2026 The Graveyard Slot 8c9964c9-6e43-5548-916c-2631d5263400 yes en Mon, 03 Aug 2026 00:53:18 -0700 Mon, 03 Aug 2026 00:54:02 -0700 https://thegraveyardslot.com/ https://img.transistorcdn.com/GhJXVD5lENYi8HJQFaEdx7Eva3TDXQczqmU5uBQosmA/rs:fill:0:0:1/w:1400/h:1400/q:60/mb:500000/aHR0cHM6Ly9pbWct/dXBsb2FkLXByb2R1/Y3Rpb24udHJhbnNp/c3Rvci5mbS81NDI3/MTMxNjRjNzc0OWU4/ZGI2YjIwNWY1Mjhj/Y2E1Mi5qcGc.jpg The Graveyard Slot https://thegraveyardslot.com/ episodic The Graveyard Slot It's 3 a.m. and the station should be dead air. Instead, someone is reading you a story. The Graveyard Slot is a horror fiction anthology broadcast from the loneliest shift on the dial. Each episode, your host takes the overnight desk and reads one complete tale... no cliffhangers, no filler. Original scary stories about small towns, empty highways, night shifts, trail cameras that see too much, and the quiet ways ordinary lives come apart. Slow-burn dread over jump scares. Every story finishes before the sun comes up. New episodes twice a week. Best heard alone, after midnight, with headphones. All stories are original works of fiction. It's 3 a.m. horror fiction, scary stories, horror anthology, creepy stories, audio drama, narrated horror, dark fiction, late night radio, ghost stories, sleep horror Nick Halden nick@thegraveyardslot.com No No My Handwriting Was Already in the Guest Book | Route Marker Nine 4 4 My Handwriting Was Already in the Guest Book | Route Marker Nine full cca8963b-5603-449a-b944-c41568942edc https://thegraveyardslot.com/episodes/route-marker-nine/ Two best friends, one last road trip before real life splits them up, and a 1987 road atlas that belonged to a dead man. When both their phones go dark on the same quarter mile of two-lane nowhere, the atlas is the only map that still shows a road — Old Number Nine, inked in red, a shortcut back to the interstate.

The shortcut has a town on it, and the town has a motel, and the motel has a guest book going back further than its own binding — the same handful of names, cycling every few pages, across four decades. The same handwriting, aging. The same ages, never changing. And one name he recognizes.

He kept count of everything on that road. The miles stopped adding up on the second day.

The Graveyard Slot — original horror fiction for the hours nobody claims. New episodes twice a week, wherever you get your podcasts.

All stories are original fiction. Every story is written and edited with human care. It's just us now.

]]> Two best friends, one last road trip before real life splits them up, and a 1987 road atlas that belonged to a dead man. When both their phones go dark on the same quarter mile of two-lane nowhere, the atlas is the only map that still shows a road — Old Number Nine, inked in red, a shortcut back to the interstate.

The shortcut has a town on it, and the town has a motel, and the motel has a guest book going back further than its own binding — the same handful of names, cycling every few pages, across four decades. The same handwriting, aging. The same ages, never changing. And one name he recognizes.

He kept count of everything on that road. The miles stopped adding up on the second day.

The Graveyard Slot — original horror fiction for the hours nobody claims. New episodes twice a week, wherever you get your podcasts.

All stories are original fiction. Every story is written and edited with human care. It's just us now.

]]> Mon, 03 Aug 2026 00:53:18 -0700 The Graveyard Slot The Graveyard Slot 2892 Two best friends, one last road trip before real life splits them up, and a 1987 road atlas that belonged to a dead man. When both their phones go dark on the same quarter mile of two-lane nowhere, the atlas is the only map that still shows a road — Old Number Nine, inked in red, a shortcut back to the interstate.

The shortcut has a town on it, and the town has a motel, and the motel has a guest book going back further than its own binding — the same handful of names, cycling every few pages, across four decades. The same handwriting, aging. The same ages, never changing. And one name he recognizes.

He kept count of everything on that road. The miles stopped adding up on the second day.

The Graveyard Slot — original horror fiction for the hours nobody claims. New episodes twice a week, wherever you get your podcasts.

All stories are original fiction. Every story is written and edited with human care. It's just us now.

]]> horror podcast, horror story, scary story, audio horror, road trip horror, highway horror, time loop horror, motel horror, liminal horror, paper map horror, small town horror, best friends horror, 1987 atlas, guest book horror, original horror fiction, creepy story, long scary story, horror stories to fall asleep to, quiet horror, The Graveyard Slot No My Name Is on a 1965 Death Certificate | The Name in the Bible 3 3 My Name Is on a 1965 Death Certificate | The Name in the Bible full d58e4324-0317-4386-a8dc-d2522bfe3db9 https://thegraveyardslot.com/episodes/the-name-in-the-bible/ She taught third grade for thirty-four years — long enough to know which impossible stories children tell are make-believe, and which ones are a child reporting something true. At sixty-one, she moves back into her father's house to care for him through his dementia. He is sweet, and fading, and confused about almost everything.

Except one thing. One story he tells perfectly, identically, every time — about a baby sister she never had. The books call it confabulation: the mind filling its gaps with things that feel completely true and are not true at all. That's what she calls it too. Then she finds the family Bible, and the register of births and deaths in the front, and the line someone struck through hard enough to score the next page.

There is no ghost in this story. That is not a comfort.

The Graveyard Slot — original horror fiction for the hours nobody claims. New episodes twice a week, wherever you get your podcasts.

All stories are original fiction. Every story is written and edited with human care. It's just us now.

]]> She taught third grade for thirty-four years — long enough to know which impossible stories children tell are make-believe, and which ones are a child reporting something true. At sixty-one, she moves back into her father's house to care for him through his dementia. He is sweet, and fading, and confused about almost everything.

Except one thing. One story he tells perfectly, identically, every time — about a baby sister she never had. The books call it confabulation: the mind filling its gaps with things that feel completely true and are not true at all. That's what she calls it too. Then she finds the family Bible, and the register of births and deaths in the front, and the line someone struck through hard enough to score the next page.

There is no ghost in this story. That is not a comfort.

The Graveyard Slot — original horror fiction for the hours nobody claims. New episodes twice a week, wherever you get your podcasts.

All stories are original fiction. Every story is written and edited with human care. It's just us now.

]]> Tue, 28 Jul 2026 08:39:29 -0700 The Graveyard Slot The Graveyard Slot 2760 She taught third grade for thirty-four years — long enough to know which impossible stories children tell are make-believe, and which ones are a child reporting something true. At sixty-one, she moves back into her father's house to care for him through his dementia. He is sweet, and fading, and confused about almost everything.

Except one thing. One story he tells perfectly, identically, every time — about a baby sister she never had. The books call it confabulation: the mind filling its gaps with things that feel completely true and are not true at all. That's what she calls it too. Then she finds the family Bible, and the register of births and deaths in the front, and the line someone struck through hard enough to score the next page.

There is no ghost in this story. That is not a comfort.

The Graveyard Slot — original horror fiction for the hours nobody claims. New episodes twice a week, wherever you get your podcasts.

All stories are original fiction. Every story is written and edited with human care. It's just us now.

]]> horror podcast, horror story, scary story, audio horror, family secret horror, dementia story, daylight horror, small town horror, family Bible, genealogy horror, twin horror story, 1960s secret, buried family secret, original horror fiction, creepy story, long scary story, horror stories to fall asleep to, quiet horror, The Graveyard Slot, horror fiction podcast No The Voice on the Tape Knew My Name | The 3 A.M. Census 2 2 The Voice on the Tape Knew My Name | The 3 A.M. Census full 0956607a-a802-4ae0-81b8-46f5fbcd40cc https://thegraveyardslot.com/episodes/the-3am-census/ She transcribes medical dictation on the graveyard shift, alone, in a windowless records office in the sub-basement of St. Aldric's Regional. She is a woman who checks things twice, because checking once already cost her almost everything.

An hour into the shift, a file closes with a provider ID that shouldn't be possible — five digits, in a system built for four — signed to a room that was decommissioned years ago and no longer officially exists. She logs it as a system error, the way the job has trained her to log everything strange, and opens the next file in the queue.

The next one is routine too. And the one after that. It's only when she stops skimming and starts listening to the voice — unhurried, patient in a way no one on the overnight staff ever is — that the queue stops feeling like paperwork and starts feeling like something being built. File by file. With her name nowhere on it, and her whole night somehow already inside it.

The Graveyard Slot — original horror fiction for the hours nobody claims.

All stories are original fiction. Every story is written and edited with human care. It's just us now.

]]> She transcribes medical dictation on the graveyard shift, alone, in a windowless records office in the sub-basement of St. Aldric's Regional. She is a woman who checks things twice, because checking once already cost her almost everything.

An hour into the shift, a file closes with a provider ID that shouldn't be possible — five digits, in a system built for four — signed to a room that was decommissioned years ago and no longer officially exists. She logs it as a system error, the way the job has trained her to log everything strange, and opens the next file in the queue.

The next one is routine too. And the one after that. It's only when she stops skimming and starts listening to the voice — unhurried, patient in a way no one on the overnight staff ever is — that the queue stops feeling like paperwork and starts feeling like something being built. File by file. With her name nowhere on it, and her whole night somehow already inside it.

The Graveyard Slot — original horror fiction for the hours nobody claims.

All stories are original fiction. Every story is written and edited with human care. It's just us now.

]]> Sat, 18 Jul 2026 02:03:34 -0700 The Graveyard Slot The Graveyard Slot 2987 She transcribes medical dictation on the graveyard shift, alone, in a windowless records office in the sub-basement of St. Aldric's Regional. She is a woman who checks things twice, because checking once already cost her almost everything.

An hour into the shift, a file closes with a provider ID that shouldn't be possible — five digits, in a system built for four — signed to a room that was decommissioned years ago and no longer officially exists. She logs it as a system error, the way the job has trained her to log everything strange, and opens the next file in the queue.

The next one is routine too. And the one after that. It's only when she stops skimming and starts listening to the voice — unhurried, patient in a way no one on the overnight staff ever is — that the queue stops feeling like paperwork and starts feeling like something being built. File by file. With her name nowhere on it, and her whole night somehow already inside it.

The Graveyard Slot — original horror fiction for the hours nobody claims.

All stories are original fiction. Every story is written and edited with human care. It's just us now.

]]> horror podcast, horror story, scary story, audio horror, hospital horror, night shift horror, graveyard shift, medical horror, haunted hospital, medical transcription, hospital records, workplace horror, supernatural horror, original horror fiction, creepy story, long scary story, horror stories to fall asleep to, sleep story horror, The Graveyard Slot, horror fiction podcast No Card 14 Kept Coming Back Wrong | The Coldwater Lease 1 1 Card 14 Kept Coming Back Wrong | The Coldwater Lease full 69425a10-a6a8-4360-8afe-da562d6d35f2 https://thegraveyardslot.com/episodes/coldwater-lease/ A man in the Texas Hill Country gets paid eleven dollars a card to review trail-camera footage for hunting leases — deer, hogs, empty frames. Easy money. Then one client's card starts coming back. The same card. The same forty seconds of footage. And every time it returns, some small detail has changed.

The Coldwater Lease is a story about the things you sign off on without looking — and what's been counting on exactly that.

Episode one of The Graveyard Slot: original horror fiction read from the loneliest shift on the dial. New transmissions twice a week. Best heard alone, after midnight, with headphones.

Send us your story: thegraveyardslot.com

All stories are original works of fiction. Every story is written and edited by humans, and every episode is reviewed by human ears before air.

]]> A man in the Texas Hill Country gets paid eleven dollars a card to review trail-camera footage for hunting leases — deer, hogs, empty frames. Easy money. Then one client's card starts coming back. The same card. The same forty seconds of footage. And every time it returns, some small detail has changed.

The Coldwater Lease is a story about the things you sign off on without looking — and what's been counting on exactly that.

Episode one of The Graveyard Slot: original horror fiction read from the loneliest shift on the dial. New transmissions twice a week. Best heard alone, after midnight, with headphones.

Send us your story: thegraveyardslot.com

All stories are original works of fiction. Every story is written and edited by humans, and every episode is reviewed by human ears before air.

]]> Wed, 15 Jul 2026 11:08:55 -0700 The Graveyard Slot The Graveyard Slot 2812 A man in the Texas Hill Country gets paid eleven dollars a card to review trail-camera footage for hunting leases — deer, hogs, empty frames. Easy money. Then one client's card starts coming back. The same card. The same forty seconds of footage. And every time it returns, some small detail has changed.

The Coldwater Lease is a story about the things you sign off on without looking — and what's been counting on exactly that.

Episode one of The Graveyard Slot: original horror fiction read from the loneliest shift on the dial. New transmissions twice a week. Best heard alone, after midnight, with headphones.

Send us your story: thegraveyardslot.com

All stories are original works of fiction. Every story is written and edited by humans, and every episode is reviewed by human ears before air.

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