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tingling spooks. Micro Terrors are family friendly frights for those
ages eight and up, and while our stories are for
younger years, we are still talking about things that go
bump in the night, and some children may not be
able to handle what others can. Parental consent is recommended
now for tonights micro terror.
Speaker 2: Cthulhu Ate My Hot Dog, written by Scott Donnelly. I
never thought I would be that guy, that guy, or
that uncle a family gatherings or picnics who everyone snickers
at when I'm not looking or listening. That uncle who
grills burgers and hot dogs by the edge of the
lake while the kids run around and play and the
grown ups laugh and discuss family drama. That uncle who
everyone knows saw a monster when he was little. Even
though I never thought I'd become that uncle. Here i am.
I'm on the shores of Lake Weeping Tree, nearly two
decades after I first saw it.
Speaker 1: I have my.
Speaker 2: Tongs in hand and a charcoal grill in front of
me with sizzling beef patties and partially beef. Frank's cooking
up to perfection. I'm facing the lake on a small
doc even though I've been here a couple of times.
The monster that lurks within it ate my cheeseburger minus
the veggies. Of course, I actually hadn't seen it again,
but today felt different. The conditions were just right. The
sun was out and shimmering across the lake, almost like
it was speckled with glitter. Behind me, I could hear
the family gathering in action. The kids were playing, the
grown ups were talking, and I was almost certain someone
was talking about me, more than likely my brother. I'd
heard words which I thought I could make out as
Look at him, just steering off into the lake. He's crazy.
He thinks there's a lot less monster in there. I
turned around, clicked my tongs together and tried to pinpoint
where my brother was, but I couldn't. Everyone was so
well blended that when I did finally spot him, he
was further away than I thought, pushing his son, my nephew, Billy,
on a swing. My brother hadn't said anything, after all,
It was all in my head. Decades of people not
believing me, save for my own uncle. That was he'd
been the first to see it in the lake. I
saw it next, and ever since he passed away, I've
been wanting confirmation or closure, and needed to see it
again to prove to myself that it wasn't a one off,
that it wasn't some crazy dream brought upon by undercooked
burgers all those years ago. I was anxious, nervously tapping
the tongs against the grill. I eventually just stared into
the water. I was looking for any ripple. I could
find any disturbance, anything breaking the surface. But I saw nothing.
Something then pulled at my cutoff jean shorts, carrying me
for my daydream. I looked down and saw Billy Hid
the Beggar's done yet, he asked, Almost, I replied, flipping
the patties on the grill and rotating the hot dogs
with a grill master's precision. I saw Billy glance out
into the water. Is it true, he asked? Is what true?
The Lockness monster?
Speaker 1: He said?
Speaker 2: My dad says, you think there's a lock Desh monster
in Lake Weeping Tree. I laughed, your dad's a moron.
First of all, lock Ness means lake of the ness,
referring to the river that flows into it. Plus, it's
in Scotland, not New York. Therefore a Lockness monster could
only exist in Lockness, not lake Weeping Tree. Show them
what's he blabbing about, Billy asked, Well, laughter an annoyance
that my brother dissipated as I focused on the water again.
He's blabbing about what I saw when I was little,
what I saw in the lake when my uncle was
at my side. The conditions are right, I thought again.
This was deja vu. The lake, the uncle, the nephew,
the family gathering. I felt a twinge of excitement and
hope surged within me. I looked down at the burgers
on the grill and immediately flipped one onto a bun
and closed it up here. I handed it to Billy.
Hold this out over the lake. Billy was confused, and
I couldn't blame him. It was a strange request, but
he did as any good nephew would, and he held
the burger out over the lake water. We waited. Then
Billy dropped the burger into the water. The burger I
hurried to the edge and watched the bun become soggy
and break apart, leaving just a floating beef Patty. The
school of fish were quick to attack the burger and
start puckering at its flame broiled surface. What's in the lake?
Billy asked? This time, I could tell he seriously wanted
to know. He wanted to know why I was considered
the crazy uncle. I caved. Uh, have you you ever
heard of Cthulhu, I asked him. Billy squinted and then said, yeah, yeah,
monstri lives in the ocean. Godzilla's friend. It's not Godzilla's friend,
and I quickly snapped to disregard any sort of crazy claims.
It's a gigantic, cosmic entity that rests in a deathlike
slumber beneath the ocean. It can infiltrate people's dreams and
drive them insane, destroy ships and cities, and not to
mention the world. Billy casually looked at the calm and
serene lake before him. He pointed to it. They get
live here, I laughed. Not the big one, of course,
but one of its babies somehow found a path to
Lake Weeping Tree from the sea. It's been living here
ever since. I scanned the lake again. But aside from
the fish suckling at the burger, now bobbing beneath the dock,
nothing stood out. Can I have a hot dog? Billy asked.
I sighed sure. I bunned up a partially beef frank
and handed it to Billy. I turned back to the
grill and flipped the remaining paddies and dogs onto a
serving tray. Any longer on the grill and they'd become uneatable.
I didn't need to be that uncle, the one that
couldn't grill right, as well as the one that sees
lake monsters. I'd be forced to relocate and find a
new family if that lay hag dog, Billy exclaimed. I
looked up just in time to see what I'd been
waiting decades for. A slimy, tentacle faced beast had silently
risen from the lake. Its bulbous, octopus like head dripped
with algae, and his red eyes narrowed onto the hot
dog that it had snatched from Billy's hand and was
now tightly wrapped in his own monstrous grip. Billy and
I watched on with wide eyes and mouths agape as
the other worldly beast devoured the hot dog in front
of us. Once it was done, it expelled a disgusting
belch and slunk back into the lake, disappearing from sight.
As the water's surface settled into stillness again, Billy looked
at me, his face still trapped in shock. The smirk
finally broke on my face. I have been waiting for
that for so long, I exhaled, Finally satisfied after all
the years that had passed by, I looked down at
Billy and patted him on the back. Billy, this means
that now one day you will be that uncle.
Speaker 3: I was just a kid the day had showed his face.
My uncle Lemma sat on the way.
Speaker 1: Of the duck.
Speaker 3: It rose a from the water then and.
Speaker 2: Left no trace.
Speaker 3: And now I'm back again and watching around the clock.
Speaker 2: The snicker wind agreeeded at.
Speaker 3: The water's edge.
Speaker 2: My brother thinks I'm crazy.
Speaker 1: I'm rolling in his eyes.
Speaker 3: I'm standing on the down on the narrow edge, scating
heavy ripple, waiting for rides. Sem uncles easy all along
this way, and he years a talent DP but unbelieve
the song late wheping tree. He has a monster renness deep.
Speaker 2: And then I saw and now it's a secrets to keep.
Speaker 3: Now I'm growing up, and they don't believe my claim.
Now I'm a crazy arms to play until this game.
Billy talk my shorts and ask me what I don't know.
I tell the mother creature lurking in the lake, I'm
a common thing with tentacles and hear you go, it's
still a baby down their way into a week.
Speaker 2: He said, my uncle was crazy.
Speaker 3: Y'all along its twenty years a talented but unbelieving song
Late wheep and Tree has a monster minous deepen and
I saw. Now it's a secrets to keep.
Speaker 2: Now I'm growing up and they don't believe my claim.
Speaker 3: Now I'm a crazy uncle playing this game. Rosel sound,
I'm the most sound, the most terrifying thing ever. Billy
hands statstack hot do don't still the same? Back to
the deep talkin Now my nephew understand.
Speaker 2: He said, my.
Speaker 3: Uncle is crazy all along this when he is a
talented but I believe us song He Weeping Tree has
a monster insteed.
Speaker 2: I saw it. Now it's no secrets you keep it.
Speaker 3: Now I'm grown up and I don't believe my claim.
Speaker 2: I'm the crazy uncle play this game. Now I'm the
crazy uncle playing this game. I thuluweight My hot dog
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