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Dead Oaks: "A Knock at the Door" & "Skookum Lake"

Dead Oaks Listeners! Now all Dead Oaks episodes are going to be available on deadoakspodcast.com so you don't have to jump back and forth from our website to SoundCloud! Yay! Exciting! Make sure you check out episodes 1 and 2, "A Knock at the Door" and "Skookum Lake" if you haven't already. A KNOCK AT THE DOOR: Dead Oaks' first episode follows journalist Otto Gillespie as he travels to a strange town called Dead Oaks to find his missing partner, Lenore. Once in Dead Oaks, it doesn't take long for Otto to figure out the town is not what it seems. Every other episode of Dead Oaks will follow Otto's story as he tries to figure out what happened to Lenore and why it may not be a coincidence he ended up in Dead Oaks in the first place. SKOOKUM LAKE: Dead Oaks' first short story installment, written by author Tom Deady, details the events that changed the lives of several Dead Oaks citizens in the summer of 1965 after a day at the lo

Dead Oaks @ Indy Reads Books

YOU'RE INVITED... Join us at Indy Reads Books for a live-recording of Dead Oaks , a new horror story podcast! Dead Oaks is a podcast created to expand on the horror genre of writing by working with various authors to create chilling stories that people want to read and listen to. Several authors have already submitted stories to Dead Oaks from around the country, and through the podcast (and this event), readers will be able to experience stories they may not have had the opportunity to before. This event will be a performance of Dead Oaks' very first episode, "A Knock At the Door." This event is FREE , but please note that  Indy Reads Books is a nonprofit organization and they rely on philanthropic contributions to keep their doors open and to provide high-quality, free tutoring to adults who struggle with reading and writing. Please consider making a donation to Indy Reads to support their adult literacy programs - and to keep events like these free

Dead Oaks: Skookum Lake

I was thirteen years old when the lake took my brother. If you read the papers, the story is he drowned. Swam out too far and got tired. Maybe got tangled in some weeds. Tragic, right? The real story is a hell of a lot scarier. 'Least I think so. You can decide for yourself. The year was nineteen sixty-five. Dead Oaks was different then, just a small town with small-town people living in it. Simple folks. People worked hard all week, went to church on Sunday, minded their own business. Nowadays everybody’s got their face stuck in their fancy phones and their heads stuck up their asses. They wouldn’t be able to pick their neighbors out of a police line-up. No sense of community. Shit, now I’m just rambling. You asked about my brother. Larry was the best big brother a kid could ask for. Always looking out for me, taught me how to fish and hit a baseball. One time, earlier that summer after the Wilsons had an unexpected addition to the family, he copped a couple “It’s a Gir