To whom it may concern

It's Tuesday, so today you get a choice between two prompts. Pick one, combine both, pit them against each other - on Tuesday, you choose!

This week, your options are:

The Harvest King versus Miss Tornado Day

Our teaser is OUT NOW! 👁⛹️‍♂️🗞
Apple: https://t.co/1DpzOlF0Dy
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— Return to Eerie, Indiana (@eerieindianapod) March 10, 2020

There is a lot more dark humor and just flat out depressing subtlety in the 90s kids show Eerie, Indiana that my 6 / 7 year old self never understood.

Watching it as a 34 year old. Wow. Its messed up. pic.twitter.com/EEisuM6O5d

— A Bleeding Corpse 🎃 (@ABleedingCorpse) March 10, 2020

We’ve had to keep nanna in a giant Tupperware for 3 weeks out of fear she is a corona carrier

— Marlo (@MarloFilms) March 10, 2020

Getting flashbacks of Eerie Indiana and foreverware

— Gary Myles (@GaryFM) March 10, 2020

Me just staying up all night trying to burn through as much of Eerie, Indiana as I can. Half way there. pic.twitter.com/Mua4m2rG5q

— A Bleeding Corpse 🎃 (@ABleedingCorpse) March 10, 2020

Our teaser is OUT NOW! 👁⛹️‍♂️🗞
Apple: https://t.co/1DpzOlF0Dy
Spotify: https://t.co/QM6uH3jIfQ
Web: https://t.co/eWCjI1jNd4 pic.twitter.com/b7rJG1aWyg

— Return to Eerie, Indiana (@eerieindianapod) March 10, 2020

After that teaser I will be trying to find a way to watch every episode of this show for this podcast!! xx

— katie l. davis (@withjetpacks) March 10, 2020

The Drowned Child had left tiny wet footprints across the shop floor, which was a little annoying, but not as bad as the clumps of seaweed and occasional dead fish it had also apparently dragged in with it.

Radford could hear the rushing of waves coming from the pool noodle display. Moving at a casual stroll, he made his way to the World o' Stuff's glass-fronted doors and slid a heavy cold-iron security bar across them. As an added safety measure, he flipped the sign so that the side reading "CLOSED" faced outwards, and switched off the overhead lights.

Already the glass of the high recessed windows was turning green and opaque, as though scoured by salt water and sand at the bottom of the ocean as opposed to sitting nicely in a wooden window frame for the last twenty years. The air was briny and thick, and the artificial potted plants behind the ice-cream counter had started sporting polyps.

With some difficulty, Radford unlaced his comfortable brown brogues and slipped a pair of neon-green flip-flops on over his thick arch-support socks. He put on his best salesman's smile and flip-flopped over to the shelves full of brightly coloured inflatable rings.

"Now then, young man," he said, addressing the grey and slime-slicked spectre that stood at the centre of an ever-widening puddle of stagnant water. "What can I do for you?"

The spirit turned clouded eyes towards him and smiled with a mouthful of shale and sea salt. It's voice bubbled and gurgled and when it spoke, the noise of the waves rose to crash down over the words.

Radford rubbed his hands together.

"The inflatable alligator's been a popular choice this summer," he said. "And the dolphin always sells well. Of course, you can't beat the classic inner-tube, so..."

Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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