Friday, 17 June 2016

Second Hand | Written & Narrated by Michael Whitehouse

Tonight's horror narration wanders the quiet streets, to a charity shop which contains a foul memory of what went before...

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Tuesday, 24 May 2016

12 Minutes to Midnight, Renamed!

Hi everyone. For those waiting on my anthology horror series 12 Minutes to Midnight, I just wanted to announce that the series has been renamed. You can now expect to see the episodes as part of Near Midnight.

Why the change?

Simple, really. My original aim for 12 Minutes to Midnight was to produce episodes of that length. It was to be a tester for creating longer radio dramas. But! This significantly reduced the freedom I had to tell the stories I wanted to, and for that reason a longer runtime was required. While some of the episodes will be around 10 - 15 minutes long, others are at least 30 minutes in length. This frees me up to make the episodes as short or as long as a story required, rather than sticking to an arbitrary length.

The good news is that the first two episodes have been recorded. I am scoring and editing them as we speak, and you can expect to hear them in June!

I think there's heart in there, and a good helping of terror, and so I will see you later when we find the night has fallen upon us, and we are perilously Near Midnight...

Tuesday, 17 May 2016

Joe's Cup | Written & Narrated by Michael Whitehouse

Tonight's horror story takes to a long stretch of empty motorway, to a group of road workers, one of whom is missing... Or is he?

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Thursday, 28 April 2016

Thursday, 7 April 2016

Beneath the Garden | A Short Horror Story by Michael Whitehouse

Frederick loved his garden, almost as much as he loved killing. He would spend hours each week feeding, cutting, maintaining and nurturing the lawn and the flowerbeds, taking great pride in having what was widely regarded as the most impressive garden in the entire town. 

It was May, and it was Frederick’s hope that in the coming weeks he would be judged by the local Garden Enthusiast’s Association as the best amateur gardener in the area for an unprecedented 6th year in a row. It was true that the judging committee could arrive on any day with absolutely no advance warning – surprise visits were their speciality - but he was confident that his floral displays and pristine lawn would once again rule supreme. All he had to do was sabotage his nearest rivals with a little weed killer at night. Of course Frederick expected to win regardless, but he never liked leaving anything to chance; just as long as things did not get out of hand as they had done two years before. 

Lucy Rindridge had cared for and produced a wonderful floral garden display that year. Even Frederick admitted that she had done herself proud, as he cast his eye over her luscious tulips, roses, and carnations, smiling kindly, of course, while talking to her, but in reality thinking that he ‘could not allow a nigger to best him’.

A week before the judging window opened, he did what he had to do. It was difficult not to arouse suspicion, Frederick’s victims were normally those he thought no one would miss; the homeless, drifters, illegal immigrants, but of course runaways were his speciality – children could be so easily manipulated. 

Lucy Rindridge was different.