Episode NotesA group of teens get stranded by a severe blizzard, luckily they've landed on the doorstep of a humble Bed and Breakfast where they can get warm for the night... But something else is lurking in the white snow and it's dangerous.Dead and Breakfast by Morgan MooreBuy the new "Babysitter Massacre" book! https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08P4ZF9LG/Get Cool Merchandise http://store.weeklyspookySupport us on Patreon http://patreon.com/IncrediblyHandsomeSupport Weekly Spooky by donating to their Tip Jar: https://tips.pinecast.com/jar/weekly-spookyContact Us/Submit a Storytwitter.com/WeeklySpookyfacebook.com/[email protected] by Ray Mattis http://raymattispresents.bandcamp.comTranscript:The screams of a young woman pierced the night as the source of the din exploded from the backdoor of her home… letting loose another screech in her wake.Her screaming didn’t last long as the cold night air cut off her wind, forcing her to stop to catch her breath.She was enjoying a night to herself while her mother babysat for her… but the peace she was hoping to get was shattered when a stranger knocked on her door.When she opened it, the man rushed her and chased her into the living room… a bottle to the head lead to her escape.And here she was, taking a break to regain her composure.She was freezing, but there was no way she was going back into her house. A neighbor… any neighbor would have to do.The young woman started to walk towards a distant gate when the man shoved his foot into the small of her back.With no time to react, he flipped her over, sitting knees first on her stomach.Stunned by the blow she looked up at him, as the ice pick… recently pilfered from her home… entered and exited her heart repeatedly.When he was finished the man stood up and slid the ice pick into the pocket of his jacket before walking off into the cold, bitter night.. . . . . “I think it’s stuck Matt.”“Really? I hadn’t noticed Rachel.” Matt replied sarcastically.Rachel, Matt, and their friends Danni and Jack had been trying to get in one last camping trip before the weather turned bitter… but a blizzard appeared out of nowhere mid-week, so the quartet had packed up and hit the highway.The blizzard in full swing, the group took the recommended detours and ended up in a town called Oldsville… or more accurately on the front lawn of a house they almost hit as they skidded off the road thanks to the ice surrounding Oldsville.“So now what do we do?” Danni asked as she held her arms against her body for extra warmth.“There’s no way we’re gonna get any help out here tonight.” Jack remarked.“Well we have to do something or else we’ll freeze.“ Matt interjected.Rachel looked around the area. He was right she thought; they’d freeze to death if they stayed out here.Rachel looked around the neighborhood, and noticed that the lights were off in every house except for the one they were stuck in front of.“Hey guys, it looks like the people who live here might still be up. Why don’t try asking them for help?” she suggested to her friends.The other three looked at each other and shrugged.“I’m game… as long as they have heat.” Danni said.“And a warm bed to go with it.” Jack added, grabbing Danni by the waist and bringing her into a kiss.“Don’t get too lovey-dovey, you might get stuck together, and not in a fun way.” Matt said as he hauled out everybody’s bags from the car.The four trudged up to the house and banged on the door all at once.Almost immediately the door swung open. A middle aged woman stood between them and the interior.“Yes?” she asked, slightly annoyed.“Hi. We’re sorry to bother you. But we slid off the road and uh, into your yard…” Matt started gesturing to the car. “...anyways it’s stuck now. Is there any way you could let us spend the night?” he finished before giving the woman a warm smile, the others following suit.The woman looked at the group and shrugged a bit. “Well, I guess we’d be a really terrible bed and breakfast if I didn’t let