The Dive

<p><em>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.</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> --- Support this podcast: <a href="https://anchor.fm/thewarningwoods/support" rel="payment">https://anchor.fm/thewarningwoods/support</a>