August 4, 2025 • 6 mins
Journey into the uncanny with this week’s Scary Midnight Horror Stories. We unveil chilling ghost encounters and inexplicable phenomena, weaving tales from the edges of reality. For those fascinated by the otherworldly, settle in and brace for a voyage into the unknown.
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Speaker 1 (00:04):
There's something to be said for the newly fallen dark.
People praise the moonlight of the true night and dance
in the bright sunshine of noon. They revere the pink
blush of a sunrise, and they worship the golds and
scarlets of the sunset. Mornings and afternoons, with their variety
of brightnesses, are useful, and who doesn't love a good
(00:25):
pre dawn stillness. But the newly fallen dark gets forgotten,
too dark for the rich, deep hues of black, blue
and purple to be impressive, too new for the first
rays of moonlight and the first kisses of starlight to
have broken through. People forget that the beauty of the
world doesn't begin and end with their eyes. They miss
(00:47):
out on the perfection of the silence between the settling
down of the daytime creatures and the rising of the
nocturnal ones. They miss out on the crisp, clean breeze
whistling between their teeth. They miss out on the damp,
earthy scent of nature relaxing while we sit here waiting.
Open your senses to where we are, feel the ground
(01:09):
cooling beneath you, and the way it leaches at your legs.
Trying to hang on to the last vestiges of your
body heat. Ignore the sound of your own labored breathing.
Can't you hear the leaves losing their daytime vigor, the
scuffling of the insects that haven't made it back to
their homes in time, and the creaking of the tree
(01:29):
trunks that are shaking off the attention of the sunlight.
Stick out your tongue, go on, I won't laugh. What
can you taste? That slight bitterness is the last of
the day's pollen drifting to settle on the dirt below.
Surely you've noticed that the night time tastes different to
the day. That's the trouble. Nowadays, nobody notices, nobody takes
(01:53):
the time to be still. Well, it's as good a
time as any to show you you can spend some
of your last night appreciating what's around you. This is
a good place for it. We're in a perfectly isolated spot.
Trees stand close around us, and with this tall grass
and circling it almost feels like we're the only two
(02:13):
people left in the universe. Of course we aren't, but
can you imagine if we were the uninterrupted blissful silence,
or at least silence from the population at large. Here,
though the hills around soak up the shouts of the city,
sounds from us are absorbed too. Why I think I
could stand and shout at the top of my lungs
(02:35):
and only the foxes would hear. There's no interfering street
lamps or carfumes to distract us from the undiluted magic
of our surroundings. And there's really nothing left to do
at this point. I mean, obviously I'll have some work
to do after but until then we're just killing time.
Speaking of have you ever felt soil? Everybody does as
(02:58):
a child, but so few do as adults. Wiggle your fingers,
is it incredible? Modern life is all about the clean,
the sterile, the smooth. I don't go in for that much.
It's why we're doing this here. Feel the different sizes,
the tiny grains that cling to the creases in your knuckles,
and the bigger clods that you can crush between your fingers.
(03:21):
Feel the grit and the mud and the stones. Dig
your fingers into the ground beside you, and feel the
life within the compressed potential. The night air makes it
feel damper than it is. Well that, and well you know,
I guess the damp you can feel is real too.
Can you still never mind? What a rude question, But
(03:43):
this is actually a dry soil most of the time,
and as you can tell from the vegetation, it feeds
the world around it. Look how vibrant, how lush the
grass is, how strong the flowers stand, and how the
leaves on the ivy stretch towards the etha reaching up
like tendrils, like fingers begging from the stars. If you
(04:04):
lie quite still, you can almost feel the nutrients flowing
from below. You like electricity, like life. Most people think
of this as a gloom, but they just don't appreciate
the splendor of this time of day, the heavy blackness
of the night pressing down from above, settling in like
a comforter. It's a cloudy night, or you'd start to
(04:25):
see the stars in a few moments. But that's good too.
It's warmer with the clouds. It also means we won't
be disturbed by the stark brightness of the moonlight. I
chose a good night where it didn't. I can you
feel the night pressing down? It's the world's way of
calming and slowing us. And it feels like a hand
(04:45):
on your chest, pushing you below water and holding you
steady underneath. Take a deep breath, or the deepest you
can anyway. Feel the night creeping into your lungs and
weighing your body down. Feel the last of your warmth,
drain out, and feel nature's ch'll take up residence in
your bones, in your very being. How arrogant you were
(05:07):
this morning when you stretched your limbs and took your
vitality for granted. You thought yourself an island aloof from
your surroundings and owing nothing, as if you wouldn't need
to repay for every breath you've ever taken, every step
you've ever walked. They say lawyers are the worst for
their ignorance. So rooted are you and your own brilliance,
(05:28):
As if your brilliance could ever compare to this around you.
I watched you, you know before, asked you for the
coin for a coffee, and you waltzed past, ignoring me
the way you have ignored. What now clamors for your attention? Well,
now your very lifeblood is feeding it. You must be
regretting your ignorance. Somewhat your strength belongs to the earth.
(05:50):
It always has, It's only ever been loaned to you,
and the full pressure of the newly fallen dark will
claim what it is owed. I'm just glad I could
show you what you've missed before it did. Be thankful,
Be calm. Your debt is due, and you can rest
easy knowing that it is paid
There's something to be said for the newly fallen dark.
People praise the moonlight of the true night and dance
in the bright sunshine of noon. They revere the pink
blush of a sunrise, and they worship the golds and
scarlets of the sunset. Mornings and afternoons, with their variety
of brightnesses, are useful, and who doesn't love a good
(00:25):
pre dawn stillness. But the newly fallen dark gets forgotten,
too dark for the rich, deep hues of black, blue
and purple to be impressive, too new for the first
rays of moonlight and the first kisses of starlight to
have broken through. People forget that the beauty of the
world doesn't begin and end with their eyes. They miss
(00:47):
out on the perfection of the silence between the settling
down of the daytime creatures and the rising of the
nocturnal ones. They miss out on the crisp, clean breeze
whistling between their teeth. They miss out on the damp,
earthy scent of nature relaxing while we sit here waiting.
Open your senses to where we are, feel the ground
(01:09):
cooling beneath you, and the way it leaches at your legs.
Trying to hang on to the last vestiges of your
body heat. Ignore the sound of your own labored breathing.
Can't you hear the leaves losing their daytime vigor, the
scuffling of the insects that haven't made it back to
their homes in time, and the creaking of the tree
(01:29):
trunks that are shaking off the attention of the sunlight.
Stick out your tongue, go on, I won't laugh. What
can you taste? That slight bitterness is the last of
the day's pollen drifting to settle on the dirt below.
Surely you've noticed that the night time tastes different to
the day. That's the trouble. Nowadays, nobody notices, nobody takes
(01:53):
the time to be still. Well, it's as good a
time as any to show you you can spend some
of your last night appreciating what's around you. This is
a good place for it. We're in a perfectly isolated spot.
Trees stand close around us, and with this tall grass
and circling it almost feels like we're the only two
(02:13):
people left in the universe. Of course we aren't, but
can you imagine if we were the uninterrupted blissful silence,
or at least silence from the population at large. Here,
though the hills around soak up the shouts of the city,
sounds from us are absorbed too. Why I think I
could stand and shout at the top of my lungs
(02:35):
and only the foxes would hear. There's no interfering street
lamps or carfumes to distract us from the undiluted magic
of our surroundings. And there's really nothing left to do
at this point. I mean, obviously I'll have some work
to do after but until then we're just killing time.
Speaking of have you ever felt soil? Everybody does as
(02:58):
a child, but so few do as adults. Wiggle your fingers,
is it incredible? Modern life is all about the clean,
the sterile, the smooth. I don't go in for that much.
It's why we're doing this here. Feel the different sizes,
the tiny grains that cling to the creases in your knuckles,
and the bigger clods that you can crush between your fingers.
(03:21):
Feel the grit and the mud and the stones. Dig
your fingers into the ground beside you, and feel the
life within the compressed potential. The night air makes it
feel damper than it is. Well that, and well you know,
I guess the damp you can feel is real too.
Can you still never mind? What a rude question, But
(03:43):
this is actually a dry soil most of the time,
and as you can tell from the vegetation, it feeds
the world around it. Look how vibrant, how lush the
grass is, how strong the flowers stand, and how the
leaves on the ivy stretch towards the etha reaching up
like tendrils, like fingers begging from the stars. If you
(04:04):
lie quite still, you can almost feel the nutrients flowing
from below. You like electricity, like life. Most people think
of this as a gloom, but they just don't appreciate
the splendor of this time of day, the heavy blackness
of the night pressing down from above, settling in like
a comforter. It's a cloudy night, or you'd start to
(04:25):
see the stars in a few moments. But that's good too.
It's warmer with the clouds. It also means we won't
be disturbed by the stark brightness of the moonlight. I
chose a good night where it didn't. I can you
feel the night pressing down? It's the world's way of
calming and slowing us. And it feels like a hand
(04:45):
on your chest, pushing you below water and holding you
steady underneath. Take a deep breath, or the deepest you
can anyway. Feel the night creeping into your lungs and
weighing your body down. Feel the last of your warmth,
drain out, and feel nature's ch'll take up residence in
your bones, in your very being. How arrogant you were
(05:07):
this morning when you stretched your limbs and took your
vitality for granted. You thought yourself an island aloof from
your surroundings and owing nothing, as if you wouldn't need
to repay for every breath you've ever taken, every step
you've ever walked. They say lawyers are the worst for
their ignorance. So rooted are you and your own brilliance,
(05:28):
As if your brilliance could ever compare to this around you.
I watched you, you know before, asked you for the
coin for a coffee, and you waltzed past, ignoring me
the way you have ignored. What now clamors for your attention? Well,
now your very lifeblood is feeding it. You must be
regretting your ignorance. Somewhat your strength belongs to the earth.
(05:50):
It always has, It's only ever been loaned to you,
and the full pressure of the newly fallen dark will
claim what it is owed. I'm just glad I could
show you what you've missed before it did. Be thankful,
Be calm. Your debt is due, and you can rest
easy knowing that it is paid
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