About this episode
I waved Brett over and braced my feet on the deck. Together, we pulled the trapdoor free from the thick, mossy growth. There was a brittle crack as it came up, and I nearly vomited into my regulator when I saw why. As the trapdoor fell away, a bony hand remained attached to it. Brett shone his light down the hole, and we watched as the arm it had been attached to slipped into the darkness below. https://anchor.fm/thewarningwoods/support www.patreon.com/thewarningwoods www.instagram.com/thewarningwoods Copyright 2021 Miles Tritle | The Warning Woods Horror Stories Subscribe for more creepy horror stories! Scary stories are released every Friday at midnight CST. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices