“13 Demon Street”Where Nightmares Are an Address Away…🎬

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Song of the Day: “Dead Man’s Party” – Oingo Boingo
(It’s only polite to RSVP.)


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🕯️ Monologue from the Nightly Storyteller:
I’ve survived curses, creatures, and collapsing dimensions—but nothing has my nerves rattled like what lies ahead. My skin itches with anticipation. Something is wrong… I can feel it. The Clatchi are silent. Val won’t meet my gaze. Seraphine avoids the subject entirely.

In the silence of the cave, the damp walls begin to crack. The mildew clings to my clothes. My thoughts are racing when Seraphine reaches into a small, obsidian box and pulls out a… feather? It glows faintly, then flares with a burst of light. A portal splits the air like glass under pressure.

“Time to go,” she says, not unkindly.

We step through, one by one—Nyra gripping my arm tighter than usual. The sterile scent of the other side hits me immediately. It’s cold, too clean, and unnaturally quiet. I can’t place the smell. Like a hospital, maybe. Or a forgotten lab. The cave is gone. The damp is gone. The dread? Very much still here.

The portal vanishes behind us. Seraphine turns to me and says, “You’re going first. Recon only. Find the Arken Shard. The realm’s falling apart without it.”

My mouth goes dry. Recon. Right. Alone.

And just like that, I’m walking into unknown territory—with nothing but a half-glowing feather, suspicious instructions, and a head full of classic horror.


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Today’s Tale: “13 Demon Street” (1959–1960)
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Ever wondered what the European cousin of The Twilight Zone or Alfred Hitchcock Presents might feel like? Welcome to 13 Demon Street—a Swedish-American horror anthology series that aired from 1959 to 1960, hosted by the one and only Lon Chaney Jr..

The setup? Chaney plays a man condemned to haunt the eerie address of 13 Demon Street, claiming he did nothing to deserve his fate. Each episode? A chance to prove that someone else committed a worse crime than he did. No pressure.

📚 Did You Know?

The show was actually shot in Sweden, not the U.S.—a rare thing for that time.

It never aired in American markets, making it a hidden gem among horror historians.

Lon Chaney Jr. never interacts directly with the other characters. His segments are tacked on as bookends, giving it a ghostly, meta vibe.

Some episodes were stitched into a 1961 movie called The Devil’s Messenger, with new scenes added featuring none other than Satan himself, played by Chaney again! 😈


🧟‍♂️ The series drips with that fog-drenched, creaky-floorboard, cobweb-corner atmosphere. Stories range from murderers with guilty pasts to scientists dabbling in death. Think Poe meets public television—if public television had a thing for pitch-black endings.


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The Nightly Storyteller’s thoughts:
This show hit me harder than expected. Maybe because it’s about guilt. About punishment. About proving you’re not the worst thing lurking out there.
But what if… you are?

I catch a flicker in the sterile air. A shimmer.
Time to move.


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Item Collected: A jagged stone fragment, warm to the touch, found embedded in a white-tiled wall. It hums when near the feather.

Shelf of Secrets Update: Coming soon… 🗝️


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