Episode NotesOn Father's Day a group of teens hold a seance for laughs to summon the spirit of a father who never got revenge for the murder of his daughter... What could go wrong?Father's Day by Shane MigliavaccaMusic 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.comTranscription:This section of the path scared Matt shitless, not that he’d admit it to anyone.... especially to Greg and Jenny; his two best friends, walking a little ways in front of him. Last year there had been a stabbing. A few years before that a man’s body had been discovered face down in Pearce Creek, not that far from here. Matt didn’t believe in curses or bad luck, but there was a feeling he got in his gut whenever he passed through the area. He’d rather be at home playing video games today. His parents were visiting  Matt’s grandfather for Father’s day and he’d have the whole house to himself. Instead, here he was. Matt blamed Jenny… specifically her tight blue jeans and nice smile.  The three of them had been friends for years. Matt was fairly certain that Jenny had a thing for Greg, but Greg was oblivious to it… but it was only a matter of time before he noticed. Matt could feel his chance with Jenny slipping away if he didn’t speak up soon.He winced as the two laughed about some joke.“So, where the hell are we going?” Matt blurted out. Greg looked back over his shoulder. “Don’t have a cow dude, we’re almost there.” Jenny laughed, making Matt feel a bit annoyed. He kicked a stone off the path, watching it shoot off into the grass. The three walked in silence for a few minutes, until Greg stopped them.“And here we are.” He pointed towards the left side of the trail. Matt’s gaze followed his friend’s gesture. There through the trees, the roof of a house could be seen. It’s tiled roof weathered from age and the elements. “There?” Jenny asked. “Yup!” Greg said proudly. They followed him off the path, Pushing through some brush to get to the house. As they emerged into the house’s overgrown backyard, it’s ramshackle condition became more apparent. “What a dump.” Jenny observed. “We’re not-”Greg cut her off. “Sure as shit we are.”“Why?” Asked Matt, wishing he’d stayed home. “Because.” Greg answered as he walked up the steps to the back door. “Don’t you want to have some fun? Instead of jacking off to Saved By The Bell all day?”“Har, Har.” Matt responded. He felt a bit of anger boil through from his friend’s consent prodding. He surprised himself when he flipped Greg off. “I didn’t think you had it in you.” Somebody said, clapping. “Besides, I see you stroking it more to Power Rangers.”They turned to see Dave Stover standing by the side of the house. A girl dressed in black stepped out from behind him. Her short brown hair was slicked straight back, and a black choker encircled her neck. “What are you doing here Stover?” Matt asked. There was something about that smug, shiteating grin that made Matt want to punch Stover’s teeth in. Greg and Stover went way back. Why his friend would hang out with that ass was beyond Matt.“He’s the reason we’re here.” Greg answered. Matt sighed. “Great.”Stover introduced the girl. “This is Ember. She's going to help us play a little game.”They followed Stover into the house. The back door opened easily. The smell of stale cat urine greeted them as they stepped into a bare kitchen.  Jenny whispered in Matt’s ear. “Ember? That’s bullshit. Her name’s Traci Hollis. She’s in my English Lit class.”The two softly chuckled. Stover took them down a musty hallway. The plaster walls were chipped and marked with graffiti. Chunks of broken plaster crunched underfoot. Matt wondered who’d lived here. There was nothing left to mark their time