Three Full Moons

I’ll admit, I side-eyed the runtime—seven minutes? But *Three Full Moons* proves brevity can land like a gut-punch. The setup is deceptively simple: Bennet, our protagonist, is stuck in a coastal nowhere with grandparents who seem *off* in that way only family can be. Sky’s writing excels at the uncanny details—a grandfather’s hands “too large for his sleeves,” a grandmother who hums the same tune *backwards*—and Collins’ narration sells it. His delivery starts flat, mirroring Bennet’s boredom, then tightens into something almost clammy as the dread seeps in. The shift is subtle, but masterful; you *feel* the moment Bennet’s annoyance curdles into fear. That said, the ending is where opinions will split. Some will love the ambiguity—the way the story cuts off like a wave retreating, leaving only questions. Others (me, occasionally) might wish for one more beat, one more hint to chew on. The production is pristine but *almost* too clean; a whisper of ocean sounds or a distant howl could’ve elevated the atmosphere. Still, for a free or cheap listen, it’s a razor-sharp example of how short fiction can haunt. Perfect for a commute or a late-night “just one more” before bed—though you might sleep with the lights on.