The Frightmare Theatre Podcast: Episode 1.8 "From The Drain"

In celebration of the Halloween season, we invite you to listen to all 13 episodes from our first season! This dreadful delight, entitled "From the Drain" is written by DREW DIVELEY. STARRING: Nathan Shelton, Nicole McLaughlin, Kirsten Overholt, Drew Diveley, George Cron, Spencer Tilley, & Andrew McMurtrey.

"Arthur Penrill has the perfect life... until it all goes down the drain."

The Frightmare Theatre Podcast is a horror audio drama anthology series from ARCANE.

Broadcasting from a decrepit radio studio across the astral plane, the Frightmare Theatre team strives to make your nightmares a reality. Each eerie episode brings new terrifying (and at times hilarious) horror radio dramas to life.
We invite you to join host, Doctor Necropolis, and the rest of the Frightmare Theatre team as they introduce a variety of suspenseful stories that are sure to send shivers down your spine!

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