Fishing Tale

<p><em>My spotlight cast eerie shadows against the rock wall opposite the cove. The outcropping seemed to dance in the light as I swung it from side to side. Finally, I saw her. The singer was clinging to one of the pointed rocks. Her head was laying on the wet stone and facing away from me. All I could see was one of her slim, pale arms and her long, black hair. It flowed down from her head and covered her neck and back.</em></p> <ul> <li><strong>https://anchor.fm/thewarningwoods/support</strong></li> <li><strong>www.patreon.com/thewarningwoods</strong></li> <li><strong>www.instagram.com/thewarningwoods</strong></li> </ul> <p>Copyright 2021 Miles Tritle | The Warning Woods Horror Stories</p> <p>Subscribe for more creepy horror stories! Scary stories are released every Friday at midnight CST.</p> --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. <a href="https://anchor.fm/app">https://anchor.fm/app</a> Support this podcast: <a href="https://anchor.fm/thewarningwoods/support" rel="payment">https://anchor.fm/thewarningwoods/support</a>