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Pseudopod 296: The Squat

by Sean Logan

“The Squat” was first published in the 2007 charity anthology THE VAULT OF PUNK HORROR and Sean says “at the time I was thinking about what ‘punk’ means beyond the music and the esthetics. I remembered stories I’d heard about runaway kids living on the streets in San Francisco and the ways they used to take care of each other–the older kids looking out for the younger ones, sometimes prostituting themselves to provide for them. Somehow these acts of kindness and generosity from people who were in desperate situations themselves said ‘punk’ to me more than any loud music or mohawk ever could.”

Sean Logan lives in the San Francisco Bay Area with his lovely wife and a skinny dog that is part piranha. At night he writes unpleasant stories, and in his marketing day job he also writes about scary subjects—like banking software. His stories have appeared in about two dozen publications, including ONE BUCK HORROR, the anthologies VILE THINGS and SICK THINGS, and on an earlier episode of Pseudopod with his story “Tenant’s Rights” (episode #57) and we are glad to welcome him back into the fold.

Your reader this week is the James Trimarco, who has had a few stories of his own appear on ESCAPE POD, including “The Sundial Brigade”.


“The floor underneath him was sticky, as if it was covered in warm honey, and it made the skin on his hands and the side of face sting slightly where he’d touched it. All around him he heard the wet sounds of sliding, a thousand separate sounds, a thousand entities sliding toward him in the darkness. And all of these sounds seemed to echo down through a vast space, along with a deep, distant rumbling.

The sliding noises were closer now, and there was a wet, fleshy slapping against his feet, and creeping up his legs, under the pantlegs, thick coiling muscles, like long slugs or smooth tentacles, up and around his torso and arms, his neck and covering his face.

The old man felt himself being stretched and pulled and smothered, but the panic that had been rising in his mind was melting away. He didn’t remember how he’d gotten himself here, but for the first time in a long, long while he knew exactly where he was going. And he found comfort in that as his body and its extremities were pulled asunder.”

Pseudopod 292: Coming Soon To A Theatre Near You

by David J. Schow

“Coming Soon To A Theatre Near You” originally appeared in Rod Serling’s Twilight Zone Magazine in 1984 under the pseudonym “Oliver Lowenbruck.” It won the Dimension award in 1985. “Red Light” won the 1987 World Fantasy Award for Best Short Fiction.

David J. Schow has been writing horror stories, novels, movies and commentary since the early 1980s – including novels THE KILL RIFF (1988), GUN WORK (2008) and his newest, INTERNECINE and HUNT AMONG THE KILLERS OF MEN (the latter under the pseudonym Gabriel Hunt (both 2010) and UPGUNNED (2012) (click links to order); films A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET 5: THE DREAM CHILD, LEATHERFACE: THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE III (both 1989) and THE CROW (1994); edited seminal horror anthologies SILVER SCREAM (1988) and three volumes of THE LOST BLOCH (1999-2002); wrote the award-winning guide THE OUTER LIMITS COMPANION (1986/1998) and has provided many DVD audio commentaries to films such as the 2-disc release of THE DIRTY DOZEN, The complete DVD box set of the legendary horror anthology TV show THRILLER and an episode each season of MASTERS OF HORROR. His website is located at Black Leather Required.

Your reader this week is the Dave Robison of The Roundtable Podcast and occasional episodes of the TALES TO TERRIFY podcast.


“The Omicron reminded Jack of a kid’s bedroom. To an adult, a non-initiate, it sure looked like a trash heap. But there was a comforting order inside for those who cared to delve past the superficial. It would never appeal to the Rolls Royce trade, yet was not as bad as the kung-fu sleaze pits of downtown L.A. which looked razed by Mongols. The Omicron was, in essence, a “normal” theatre stripped down for combat; its patrons exemplars of the no-frills class.”