After what feels like a lifetime but was in reality only about a month, The Last Lodge has finally opened its doors! You can check out the channel at https://www.youtube.com/@thelastlodge
What is The Last Lodge, you ask?
The Last Lodge is a new concept in online horror. Here’s a video describing what we’re looking to do, and how we’re different from other horror creators.
We hope that you come along on this journey with us, and we’re looking forward to providing content that will keep you entertained, including some projects that are things that you’ve likely never seen anything quite like.
Thank you checking us out, and guests, welcome to The Last Lodge!
First off, I hope that everyone is having a great 2023 so far! It’s kind of hard to believe that we’re nearly a month and a half into it already.
Many of you may have noticed that there have been quite a few changes to the website. There are more to come, and I’d like to take a few minutes to let everyone know what’s going on and where things are going to go from here.
Myself and William Rayne, an incredibly talented internet horror writer, have teamed up to form what we’re calling Last Lodge Media. We’ve been looking for an excuse to work together for a long time, and after batting a few ideas back and forth, we decided that instead of just writing a few stories together or making a compilation we would swing for the fences instead.
Last Lodge is a new take on online horror. It combines written stories with audio and video narrations, experimental horror, shorts, and other methods of bringing content to you. We’re looking to provide that content on a nearly daily basis. Best of all, it’s all exclusive because it’s coming straight from us instead of being gathered from other places.
We’re not just creating a content platform. We’re creating a large and interconnected world of stories. The name “The Last Lodge” wasn’t just chosen at random. While there will be plenty of standalone stories, there’s also going to be an overarching mythology that we’re carefully crafting. What is the Last Lodge? What is locked away inside? And why do so many doors seem to lead to it, but none seem to lead out?
Wednesday, March 1 is going to be our official launch date for Last Lodge. Here’s a short teaser trailer for it.
This is where we need help from you, good readers.
Launching a new YouTube channel is difficult. It can take a while to really build up momentum for it, and even then that’s only the first step. William and I know this, and we’re committed to making The Last Lodge a success.
It would mean the world to us if you would take this journey with us. By subscribing to our YouTube channel, liking and sharing our videos, and following us on Twitter, it goes a huge way towards getting the message out. Here are the links to both our channel and our Twitter.
By signing up instead of waiting for opening day, you’ll help us start off on the best foot possible. Plus there might just be a few pre-game surprises that pop up, so you won’t miss any of those if you’re subscribed.
To everyone reading this, thank you so much for your support over the years. I’m hoping that you’ll follow both William and I on this new path, and I hope that you enjoy all the upcoming content.
The nun smiles as the man thanks her profusely for her advice. He had found himself led astray and not knowing which way to turn, but now he feels a great burden has been lifted. She hugs him and wishes him well.
Once he has left the room, the nun reaches into the sleeve of her robe and removes a long knife. She stares at the reflection of the candles on the blade before going to look for a victim. She had just performed a good deed, after all, and the universal scales must be balanced.
The man thinks only of his daughter as the jury foreman reads the decision. He already knows the verdict. The prosecution had bungled their case, and now his girl’s killer is going to walk free because of it.
He retrieves the small doll from his pocket. The strange woman that had sold it to him had assured him that it would work. He had believed her.
He grabs the doll’s head and pulls it free from the body. There are screams throughout the courtroom as the defendant’s blood erupts from the hole where his own head once was.
The man throws open the window to let in the bright sunlight. It is a wonderful summer morning, and he’s determined to not waste a second of it.
The window looks out over the sparkling bay of the small Spanish town. He savors the view as the pleasant sea breeze washes over him. He had thought many times that he would never have a place like this to call his own, but he was glad to have been wrong.
And all it had taken in the end was the willingness to slit the throats of the owners as they slept.
The spirits fill the large room, their loud wails bouncing off of the stone. The woman stares at the ghostly gathering before closing her eyes and moving forward. There are hundreds of spirits here, but she only seeks a particular one and it’s impossible to see it in the group. She trusts that her other senses will guide her.
She smiles tightly as she hears a particular scream. She would recognize her husband’s voice anywhere. Reaching into her robe, she retrieves a small bag of ingredients. This purgatory is too good for him. It’s time to send him to Hell.
The prince runs through the dark hallways of the manor, the sounds of battle echoing all around him. He doesn’t know why the people have risen up against his father, but at the moment it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that he gets far away from here before they tear him to pieces.
He rounds a corner and finds himself face-to-face with a man. The man’s throat is torn out, and blood and gore covers him. He moans and reaches out his arms as the prince turns to hurry down a different passage.
The woman slowly rolls the hundred dollar bill in her fingers. She can feel the man’s gaze on her as she does so, and she looks up only long enough to give him a teasing smile. She knows exactly what it is that he wants, and she’s willing to give it to him as long as he does the same for her. Using the tips of her index finger and thumb, she slowly spreads the cocaine across the plate.
“Go on, then,” she tells the man. “Sign the contract. What’s a soul compared to what I’m offering?”
The killer pulls back tighter on the garotte, feeling the last of the victim’s strength draining away. The man put up a better struggle than he had assumed, but it was finally over now. The tongue rolls out of the mouth as the body slumps down onto the bedroom floor. It is a wonderful moment. He has waited for it for so long…
He is roused from the daydream as he arrives at the man’s house. It is time to turn dream into reality. He smiles to himself. Tonight his patience will be rewarded with all the man has.
The soldier walks out towards the middle of the battlefield, his arms extended outward towards the sides. He moves slowly as he crosses the distance between the two armies. For the first time, the battlefield is silent.
The opposing archers don’t release their arrows. The soldier knows that the sight of an unarmed person walking through No Man’s Land must be confusing. He also knows that soon an officer will order them to fire, and he will die when that happens.
It will also release the dark spirits inside of him. He smiles to himself. Everyone will die with him.
