Episode NotesWho would ever imagine that buying stole organs could get so complicated? And messy...The Devil Reaps the Harvest by John Oak DaltonMusic by Ray Mattishttp://raymattispresents.bandcamp.comProduced by Daniel WilderGet Cool Merchandise http://store.weeklyspookySupport us on Patreon http://patreon.com/IncrediblyHandsomeContact Us/Submit a Storytwitter.com/WeeklySpookyfacebook.com/WeeklySpookyWeeklySpooky@gmail.comThis episode sponsored by HenFlix.comFor everything else visit WeeklySpooky.comTranscript:The laboratory at the end of the dead-end road had been closed for so long now that people hadforgotten about it, or tried to forget about it, and now everybody said it was an abandoned factory.It was there that Peter O’Day was supposed to meet a guy who had a couple of kidneys in a beer cooler.So Peter parked in a weed-choked employee lot and walked about a quarter mile into the woods, wherethe old laboratory sat. There he was meeting Octavius.Octavius sounded like a mad scientist’s name, and as it happens Octavius kind of was a mad scientist.He had worked at the lab long ago doing things that are frowned upon in the mainstream medical world,but that gig dried up. He ended up harvesting organs, which wasn’t much of a step down. He still likedmeeting people there for the handoff, because his greatest triumphs had been at that lab.Also his greatest failures, but those were buried here and there around the property.Peter had a bag of money and Octavius had a cooler with organs in it and a New England Patriots stickeron it, so that went down about like you’d expect.Peter was a dot com guy the bubble never burst on so he had plenty of money, and could jump thetransplant list and buy a new kidney for their little girl, Alondra. People with money can pretty much dowhat they want.Just look at celebrities. They do drugs and get married eight or ten times but can adopt all the kids theywant and go on TV talking about various causes. If they did all the same things but lived in that trailerpark on the other edge of town--the one called Morningside but everybody actually called Homicide--nobody would give them kids, or want them on TV talking for their causes.When Peter took the Patriots cooler from Octavius, that had a kidney and a spare for Alondra, his handswere shaking pretty badly, and some blood sloshed out from under the lid and onto his shoes and intothe dirt, and it wasn’t until that very moment that Peter sort of realized what the hell he was doing.Octavius stepped back easily and missed the sloshing, but he was used to blood spraying out all over theplace.Peter nodded and walked away, but Octavius stayed where he was, to his misfortune. He had parkedbehind the old lab, on an access road everybody had forgotten about too, because he did not wantPeter or anybody else to see the car he drove.Peter was hardly out of sight when something just under Octavius’s feet, where the blood was soakingin, sniffed and swallowed and opened its eyes.If this lab had been that good at black science, they would still be in business. But they weren’t, so theymade the mistake of burying their problems instead of burning them in a big bonfire so that there wasno trace.Or, in this case, so something could not bite and claw its way with long fingernails and sharp teeth out ofthe dirt and grab Octavius by the ankles. Then pull him to the ground and bite him right on his face.But his face was kind of bony so it started working on some soft parts.Peter had stopped not far away to call his wife, but never heard a damn thing. It was ironic, because assoon as that creature’s hand popped out of the dirt Octavius’s heart popped like a balloon. All thosetimes, Octavius had arranged for guys to meet Russian women off the internet for a night of passion,only for those guys to wake up in the hotel tub packed in ice…or dumped in a landfill and never wakingup at all. All those times, Octavius never knew he needed an organ for himself. He ignored theshortness