The Uncanny Coffee Hour with Dr Kitsune and Odd Bob
Dr Kitsune and Odd Bob
18 episodes
1 day ago
The wind has a way of finding the cracks in our certainty, and on this solstice we let it in. We light the room with laughter, pour thick drinks, and tell three stories that bite: a child hears promises the fog won’t confess, iron boots ring down ruined halls, and something skinless drags itself up from the sea, hot breath reeking of graves. It’s a Fae-forward gathering with Sortia, Barnaby the gnome, and Gracie holding the circle while our human co‑hosts wander off the map—until they stumble...
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The wind has a way of finding the cracks in our certainty, and on this solstice we let it in. We light the room with laughter, pour thick drinks, and tell three stories that bite: a child hears promises the fog won’t confess, iron boots ring down ruined halls, and something skinless drags itself up from the sea, hot breath reeking of graves. It’s a Fae-forward gathering with Sortia, Barnaby the gnome, and Gracie holding the circle while our human co‑hosts wander off the map—until they stumble...
The Uncanny Coffee Hour with Dr Kitsune and Odd Bob
30 minutes
10 months ago
Sasquatch Soft Serve
Welcome back! Today we discuss a tale about a member of a hot shot fire crew in the Pacific Northwest who spots some frightening fleeing fuzzies, meet the new mythical member of the family, and hear 3 stories from Sun Bunny who finds a special gift left in the forest by a grumpy bigfoot who may have had too much fast forest food. If you like what we do and have a story to share please contact us at uncanny.coffee.story@gmail.com If you want to support us and help us upgrade our audio eq...
The Uncanny Coffee Hour with Dr Kitsune and Odd Bob
The wind has a way of finding the cracks in our certainty, and on this solstice we let it in. We light the room with laughter, pour thick drinks, and tell three stories that bite: a child hears promises the fog won’t confess, iron boots ring down ruined halls, and something skinless drags itself up from the sea, hot breath reeking of graves. It’s a Fae-forward gathering with Sortia, Barnaby the gnome, and Gracie holding the circle while our human co‑hosts wander off the map—until they stumble...
