THE NIGHTLY CHILL
2019.12.02
By Steve Arviso

I’ve Got a Receipt (Act Three).


FIGHT THE DAWN!

As the sunlit sanity of the waking world burns the night to ash,
embrace the unbound madness of your wildest dreams,
laugh into the endless abyss of your darkest fantasies,
and rage against the coming dawn.

The Nightly Chill is the unstable experience of the mind and madness of Steve Arviso (@AmoralCrackpot). Mon-Fri. Ish.


CONSISTENTLY INCONSISTENT

  • PULPBUSTERS
  • I’VE GOT A RECEIPT (ACT THREE)
  • THE MIXTAPE

Tonight, the anti-climactic conclusion of an absurd tale of consumerism and cosmic horror!


VIRAL LOAD PODCAST

Explore the weirder, more unsettling corners of diseases that plague us with comedian Andrew Pupa and Brett Bayles!


WE ARE THE LOST

The Nightly Chill wants to show some love to a variety of cool shit from local and other independent artists, performers, and assorted creative types!

If you have a show you want to promote, especially if it’s located in SoCal, let’s get your poster and links! Got a cool short film you made for no money, or a song your band is trying to get out there to more peeps? Let’s embed that YouTube video and link new listeners to where they can support you!

Hit us up if you make:

  • Art
  • Comics
  • Music, audio dramas
  • Genre fiction, poetry, films, etc!

The weirder, the better!

We are The Lost. And together, we’ll make sure the world sees and hears us.


PULPBUSTERS

Chill with original audio projects such as Adena’s lil’ audio love note to the (great) granddaddy of pulp vigilantes, The Shadow. Or with Steve’s original short-form audio drama, Where Stars Collide!

Listen now on Spotify or sub to the PulpBusters audio feed using the links below.


I’VE GOT A RECEIPT – ACT THREE

The conclusion of an absurd tale of consumerism and cosmic horror.

NARRATOR
(V.O.)
Previously, on “I’ve Got a Receipt”… Cassie looked on as her sister and several others were devoured by an unimaginable cosmic horror and their bones spat back out like pulpy, bloody watermelon seeds.

SPAT OUT.

AN UNCOMFORTABLE SILENCE.

CASSIE
(Scared, pissed, confused.)
What. The. Shit.

EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING TURNS TO CASSIE.

ANOTHER SILENCE. THEN…

CASSIE
(Considers this.)
Uh…
(Singing. Poorly.)
Mah Na Mah na!
Doo, doo–
(Checks crowd.)
doo-doo?
(Beat.)
(Hangs head, sighs.)
Goddammit.

ACT THREE.

SCENE 1. THE GARDEN III.

SOUNDSCAPE: THE LONELY SOUNDS OF A DEAD MALL’S PARKING LOT.

NARRATOR
(V.O.)
Some forty-five minutes after witnessing her sister and several others devoured by an ancient evil slumbering in a trippy cosmic void several miles below The Garden, Cassie was escorted out by mall security.

MALL DOORS SLIDE OPEN.

SECURITY GUARD ON A SEGWAY ESCORTS CASSIE OUT.

SECURITY GUARD
(Tired, don’t care.)
Thank you for shopping at The Garden. You are now banned from The Garden for eighteen months. Please vacate the premises immediately.

CASSIE
Wait. So, that’s it?

SECURITY GUARD
What, were you were expecting a big chase scene and more ritual sacrifice?

CASSIE
(Shrugging. Disappointed.)
Kinda.

RADIO SQUAWKS.

VOICE
(D.)
Frank?

SECURITY GUARD
(Replying.)
Yeah. Go ahead.

ANOTHER SQUAWK.

VOICE
(D.)
Peter’s under the escalator again.

SECURITY GUARD
(Sighing.)
Goddammit.
(To VOICE.)
I’ll be right there.
(To self.)
They don’t pay me enough for this shit.

SECURITY GUARD TURNS AROUND, DISAPPEARS THROUGH SLIDING DOORS.

CASSIE
Huh.

PHONE RINGS.

CASSIE
(Answering.)
Mom?

MOM
(D.) (Drunk.)
Hiya, Sweetie. I’ve been trying to get ahold of your sister, but she’s not answering.

CASSIE
Mom, Brennifer’s–

MOM
(D.) (Ignoring Cassie.)
She left me an awful voicemail–all this shouting and screaming.

CASSIE
(Emotional.)
Mom. Brennifer’s dead–

MOM
(D.)
Sweetie?

CASSIE
Mom? Mom are you–

MOM
(D.)
Hello? Sweetie?

CASSIE
Yes, Mom. I’m trying to–

MOM
(D.)
Stupid phones never have any–

CASSIE
Brennifer’s dead!

A SILENCE. THEN…

MOM
(D.)
Cassie? Hello? Cassie, are you there?

CASSIE
Yes, Mom. I’m–

MOM
(D.)
Hello?

CASSIE
I’m trying to tell you about Brenn–

MOM
(D.) (Dismissive.)
Nevermind your sister.

CASSIE
(Puzzles this.)
Are you drinking?

MOM
(D.)
Does boxed wine count?

ANOTHER SILENCE.

MOM
(D.) (CONT’D.)
Anyway! You’re not gonna believe this, but I gave you the wrong receipt!
(Laughing.)
I feel like such a doofus!

A BEAT. THEN…

TITLES. UP, OUT.

THE END.

READ IT ALL NOW!


THE MIXTAPE

Tracks I’m currently chillin’ with. Tonight, other nights. Follow the Playlist on YouTube to keep up with all the changes.

You’re More than a Number in My Little Red Book (1976) – The Drifters


GRAND GHOULISH – THE E-BOOK!

Originally serialized in the digital pages of The Nightly Chill, Steve Arviso’s Grand Ghoulish collects the completed absurd twisted romance between a photographer, a housewife, and her husband–a surgeon who enjoys getting a little blood on his hands!

Read it for FREE in the back issues of The Nightly Chill, or directly support The Nightly Chill and other works by purchasing a copy of the e-book!


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YOU ARE NOT ALONE

THE NIGHTLY CHILL
Steve Arviso
2019

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