April 4, 2025 • 10 mins
'Ghost Story,' the podcast that unearths the spectral secrets from beyond the grave. In each episode, we bring you firsthand accounts of ghostly encounters, as told by those who have experienced the unexplained firsthand. Brace yourself for tales of restless spirits, haunted locations, and inexplicable phenomena. Whether you're a skeptic or a believer, prepare to be captivated by the tales that will send shivers down your spine. Feel free to check out our sister podcasts, Bone Chilling Tales to Keep You Awake Podcast, A Truly Haunted Podcast, Forever Haunted Podcast and True Whispers a True Crime Podcast. See you on the next dreadful episode. #scarystories #realstories #horrorpodcasts are #horrorpodcasts #horrorpodcast #horror #horrormovies #podcast #horrorfilms #horrorfilm #podcasts #horrormovie #film #films #movies #movie #horrorcommunity #horrorfamily #damnedmovies #moviesofthedamned #horrorobsessed #horrorfans #halloween #horrornerd #horrorfanatic #horrorpod #horrorfan #slasher #paranormal #horrorjunkie #horrorpodcaster #horrorgram #horrorcomedy #scarystories #scary #creepy #horrorstories #horror #scaryfacts #creepypasta #creepyfacts #creepystories #creepyfact #scaryfact #horrormovies #halloween #conspiracytheory #conspiracy #horrorstory #scarymovie #scaryposts #conspiracytheories #scarythreads #spooky #scaryvideo #horrorfacts #paranormal #horrorfan #horrors #scarymemes #haunted #horrorfact #ghost Warning: This podcast may be: frightening · scaring · hair-raising · terrifying · petrifying · spine-chilling · bloodcurdling · chilling · horrifying · alarming · appalling · daunting · formidable · fearsome · nerve-racking · unnerving · eerie · sinister #murdermystery #bookstagram #death #buzzfeedunsolved #crimescene #truecrimepodcasts #missingperson #missing #halloween #crimejunkie #news #myfavoritemurder #spooky #supernatural
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Speaker 1 (00:04):
Welcome to the ghost Story, the podcast that on earths
the spectral secrets from beyond the grave. In each episode,
we bring you first hand accounts of ghostly encounters as
told by those who've experienced the unexplained firsthand. Brace yourself
(00:27):
for tales of restless spirits, haunted locations, and inexplicable phenomena.
Whether you're a sceptic or a believer, prepared to be
captivated by the tales that will send shivers down your spine.
Speaker 2 (01:09):
Welcome to ghost Story Podcast. I'm your host, author Eve
s Evans. I invite you to explore the realm of
the supernatural with me, from haunted houses to ghostly apparitions.
We're going to uncover the secrets behind the unexplained. Join
us as we listen attentively to individuals who have faced
the spectral unknown, sharing their spine chilling experiences and the
(01:33):
lingering questions that still haunt them. Get ready to confront
the paranormal and discover the truth behind each bone chilling tale.
Speaker 3 (01:42):
And with that, let's begin within the closet. Even before
it happened, I looked at that small crack in the
closet at night after my mom talk to me snugily
underneath the cover. I swore in that darkness there was
something waiting for the moment she would leave the room
(02:06):
and I was alone, served up on a silver platter.
This led me to become almost obsessive with the idea
of closing the closet door, with it latching firmly in place.
I was convinced that monsters on the other side had
no way of getting me. This belief went on for
(02:27):
almost five years, and then I turned ten. I was
still a few years from becoming a teenager. I was
more than old enough to stop being scared of monsters
in the closet. I knew it was time to leave
the childish fears behind. This meant confronting the last of
my childhood fears. The plan was simple. Every night, I
(02:49):
would leave the door to my closet open a little more.
At first, I could simply open it, but not be
able to see inside, and as the days passed, the
tiny gap would expand, and until the day came when
I'd be able to leave it fully open without any fear.
The idea seemed reasonable, sound even, and it was until
(03:10):
he showed up a few days afterwards. That's the thing
about fears, though they always tend to be worse than reality.
Mom had just kissed my forehead, something I was starting
to think I was getting too old for as well.
She wished me a good night, turned off the light,
and shut my bedroom door. I took a quick glance
(03:33):
towards the closet. The crack was just big enough that
I could fit one of my baseballs through without touching
the sides. The hairs on the back of my neck
stood on end, and an uneasy feeling wormed its way
into my stomach. As I've fought the battle within my
mind to rush over and shut out the monsters. There's
no such thing as monsters, said with finality and a
(03:55):
shake of my head, before turning over and closing my eyes.
I might be willing to leave the door itself open.
That didn't mean I had to look at it. I
was tired and felt myself falling into that in between
place that separates a person from being asleep and awake.
That carefree feeling, though, didn't last long. When I heard
(04:16):
a voice whisper out to me from the darkness in
my room, Hey, are you awake? My eyes snapped open.
All trace of the sleepiness I felt a moment before
vaporized and a metallic taste coated my tongue, almost like
the times I was dared by my friend's to put
a coin inside my mouth. Even my breathing was coming
(04:37):
in loud, short gasps. Despite my attempt to stay quiet,
it was obvious to anyone nearby that I wasn't sleeping,
even without me speaking a word. My eyes found my
alarm clock, hoping that it had somehow just turned on.
I knew it wasn't radio. For one, it had just
been the four words, but mostly because of where the
(04:58):
sound had come from. I knew immediately it had originated
from behind me, and there was only one thing there,
the closet, which, due to my foolishness, was open. I
knew there were two choices. Either continue to face away
from the door, or I could turn around and see
what was trying to talk to me. In the end,
(05:19):
there wasn't much of a battle inside my ten year
old brain. I figured if I just continued to ignore
whatever it was, they would eventually get bored and go away.
That was my hope, anyways, Like my plan to slowly
rid myself of my fear of leaving the closet door open.
This one also was destined to fail. Hey, why won't
(05:40):
you talk to me? The voice said, almost like I
was the one being rude. They were the intruder, here,
the stranger inside the closet. Slowly, I turned over, unable
to stand the idea of my back being to the
source of the voice. Besides, they didn't sound mean. The
voice actually reminded me a lot of my friend Tom
(06:02):
from school. I mean, it would be funny if he'd
snuck in and hid inside my closet and attempt to
scare me. That would be something Tom would do. Still,
my mind wouldn't hold onto the image of Tom, but
that of a giant beast with razor sharp teeth that
dripped with green goose, ready to eat me as soon
as I laid eyes on it. When I finally did
(06:23):
lay eyes on the thing in front of me, it
wasn't Tom or a giant monster made of shadows, but
a boy of maybe six or seven. His skin was
almost completely white, which set off the dark black hair
on top of his head. Just looking at him, the
only one word shot through my mind. Ghost. I don't
(06:47):
know why or how I knew this about him. I'd
never been surer about anything in my entire life. He
didn't say anything to me, he did smile and give
what I'd describe as a friendly way. The gesture was
probably meant to be innocent. I was too shocked at
seeing him that I was unable to do much but
give a small wave back in response. I don't talk
(07:10):
much to you. I'm Eric, by the way, Marshall, I said,
almost automatically. I couldn't believe I was actually here talking
to a dead kid. I thought, for a moment this
whole thing could be a dream, something I conjured up
in my brain as a result of distress from overcoming
(07:30):
the fear of the closet door. With my hand that
still was under the covers, gave myself a quick pinch
on my leg. It hurt, which meant that this wasn't
a dream, since I've been told you can't feel pain
in a dream. Then again, I'd been told there were
no such thing as ghosts, too, and there was one
sitting on the floor off my bedroom. Are you dead?
(07:53):
As soon as I asked the question, it almost felt
too personal right to it. Then the boy called her said, yes,
I died a while ago, not in this room, though,
if you were worried about it, I hadn't even thought
about that. After learning this, I will admit it made
me feel better that this kid hadn't lived and died
(08:15):
in the room I slept every night. How is it
that I can see you? I asked, to get more
comfortable with the situation. He gave a little shrug of
one shoulder. I don't really know how it works. There's
a lot about this I don't understand myself. I see,
I said in response, even though I didn't see it all.
(08:35):
So do you live there? I pointed behind him into
the now fully open closet. He turned around and looked
where I was pointing, Do you mean in there? Oh Marshall,
I don't live in your closet? He laughed at the absurdity,
even though I joined in at the humor of it.
We continued our talk for a few minutes, and it
(08:57):
almost began to feel like we were starting to get
to know each other. I don't know why, but he
didn't act like any six year old i'd ever met.
He seemed much older and wiser than his small number
of years. Then the question that sat between us the
entire time had to finally be asked, so is this
going to be a regular thing, you know, this showing
(09:20):
up in my room? A sadness passed over his face.
I don't know. I could be back later tonight or
maybe years from now. Time works differently on the other side.
I can't really explain it. Really, there's no way to
know for sure. It was my turned frown this time.
I think I could really like him, but this almost
(09:42):
felt like it was a kind of goodbye between us.
His departure was almost as abrupt as his arrival. I
was in the middle of saying something when suddenly he
seemed to just fade from view. One second he was
there and the next gone. It has been three years
since that day, and every night I have left my
(10:03):
closet open an invitation for Eric to come back and
have a chat. As of yet, he hasn't found his
way back. Maybe one day he will and twen and
if it happens, I'll be there waiting.
Speaker 2 (10:22):
Thank you for tuning in to ghost Story Podcast again.
I'm Eva s. Evans, paranormal horror author. I have over
fifty books on Amazon, so if you like ghost stories
and you like this podcast, feel free to check them out.
On Amazon. They are free on KO. Thank you and
I'll see you in the next episode.
Welcome to the ghost Story, the podcast that on earths
the spectral secrets from beyond the grave. In each episode,
we bring you first hand accounts of ghostly encounters as
told by those who've experienced the unexplained firsthand. Brace yourself
(00:27):
for tales of restless spirits, haunted locations, and inexplicable phenomena.
Whether you're a sceptic or a believer, prepared to be
captivated by the tales that will send shivers down your spine.
Speaker 2 (01:09):
Welcome to ghost Story Podcast. I'm your host, author Eve
s Evans. I invite you to explore the realm of
the supernatural with me, from haunted houses to ghostly apparitions.
We're going to uncover the secrets behind the unexplained. Join
us as we listen attentively to individuals who have faced
the spectral unknown, sharing their spine chilling experiences and the
(01:33):
lingering questions that still haunt them. Get ready to confront
the paranormal and discover the truth behind each bone chilling tale.
Speaker 3 (01:42):
And with that, let's begin within the closet. Even before
it happened, I looked at that small crack in the
closet at night after my mom talk to me snugily
underneath the cover. I swore in that darkness there was
something waiting for the moment she would leave the room
(02:06):
and I was alone, served up on a silver platter.
This led me to become almost obsessive with the idea
of closing the closet door, with it latching firmly in place.
I was convinced that monsters on the other side had
no way of getting me. This belief went on for
(02:27):
almost five years, and then I turned ten. I was
still a few years from becoming a teenager. I was
more than old enough to stop being scared of monsters
in the closet. I knew it was time to leave
the childish fears behind. This meant confronting the last of
my childhood fears. The plan was simple. Every night, I
(02:49):
would leave the door to my closet open a little more.
At first, I could simply open it, but not be
able to see inside, and as the days passed, the
tiny gap would expand, and until the day came when
I'd be able to leave it fully open without any fear.
The idea seemed reasonable, sound even, and it was until
(03:10):
he showed up a few days afterwards. That's the thing
about fears, though they always tend to be worse than reality.
Mom had just kissed my forehead, something I was starting
to think I was getting too old for as well.
She wished me a good night, turned off the light,
and shut my bedroom door. I took a quick glance
(03:33):
towards the closet. The crack was just big enough that
I could fit one of my baseballs through without touching
the sides. The hairs on the back of my neck
stood on end, and an uneasy feeling wormed its way
into my stomach. As I've fought the battle within my
mind to rush over and shut out the monsters. There's
no such thing as monsters, said with finality and a
(03:55):
shake of my head, before turning over and closing my eyes.
I might be willing to leave the door itself open.
That didn't mean I had to look at it. I
was tired and felt myself falling into that in between
place that separates a person from being asleep and awake.
That carefree feeling, though, didn't last long. When I heard
(04:16):
a voice whisper out to me from the darkness in
my room, Hey, are you awake? My eyes snapped open.
All trace of the sleepiness I felt a moment before
vaporized and a metallic taste coated my tongue, almost like
the times I was dared by my friend's to put
a coin inside my mouth. Even my breathing was coming
(04:37):
in loud, short gasps. Despite my attempt to stay quiet,
it was obvious to anyone nearby that I wasn't sleeping,
even without me speaking a word. My eyes found my
alarm clock, hoping that it had somehow just turned on.
I knew it wasn't radio. For one, it had just
been the four words, but mostly because of where the
(04:58):
sound had come from. I knew immediately it had originated
from behind me, and there was only one thing there,
the closet, which, due to my foolishness, was open. I
knew there were two choices. Either continue to face away
from the door, or I could turn around and see
what was trying to talk to me. In the end,
(05:19):
there wasn't much of a battle inside my ten year
old brain. I figured if I just continued to ignore
whatever it was, they would eventually get bored and go away.
That was my hope, anyways, Like my plan to slowly
rid myself of my fear of leaving the closet door open.
This one also was destined to fail. Hey, why won't
(05:40):
you talk to me? The voice said, almost like I
was the one being rude. They were the intruder, here,
the stranger inside the closet. Slowly, I turned over, unable
to stand the idea of my back being to the
source of the voice. Besides, they didn't sound mean. The
voice actually reminded me a lot of my friend Tom
(06:02):
from school. I mean, it would be funny if he'd
snuck in and hid inside my closet and attempt to
scare me. That would be something Tom would do. Still,
my mind wouldn't hold onto the image of Tom, but
that of a giant beast with razor sharp teeth that
dripped with green goose, ready to eat me as soon
as I laid eyes on it. When I finally did
(06:23):
lay eyes on the thing in front of me, it
wasn't Tom or a giant monster made of shadows, but
a boy of maybe six or seven. His skin was
almost completely white, which set off the dark black hair
on top of his head. Just looking at him, the
only one word shot through my mind. Ghost. I don't
(06:47):
know why or how I knew this about him. I'd
never been surer about anything in my entire life. He
didn't say anything to me, he did smile and give
what I'd describe as a friendly way. The gesture was
probably meant to be innocent. I was too shocked at
seeing him that I was unable to do much but
give a small wave back in response. I don't talk
(07:10):
much to you. I'm Eric, by the way, Marshall, I said,
almost automatically. I couldn't believe I was actually here talking
to a dead kid. I thought, for a moment this
whole thing could be a dream, something I conjured up
in my brain as a result of distress from overcoming
(07:30):
the fear of the closet door. With my hand that
still was under the covers, gave myself a quick pinch
on my leg. It hurt, which meant that this wasn't
a dream, since I've been told you can't feel pain
in a dream. Then again, I'd been told there were
no such thing as ghosts, too, and there was one
sitting on the floor off my bedroom. Are you dead?
(07:53):
As soon as I asked the question, it almost felt
too personal right to it. Then the boy called her said, yes,
I died a while ago, not in this room, though,
if you were worried about it, I hadn't even thought
about that. After learning this, I will admit it made
me feel better that this kid hadn't lived and died
(08:15):
in the room I slept every night. How is it
that I can see you? I asked, to get more
comfortable with the situation. He gave a little shrug of
one shoulder. I don't really know how it works. There's
a lot about this I don't understand myself. I see,
I said in response, even though I didn't see it all.
(08:35):
So do you live there? I pointed behind him into
the now fully open closet. He turned around and looked
where I was pointing, Do you mean in there? Oh Marshall,
I don't live in your closet? He laughed at the absurdity,
even though I joined in at the humor of it.
We continued our talk for a few minutes, and it
(08:57):
almost began to feel like we were starting to get
to know each other. I don't know why, but he
didn't act like any six year old i'd ever met.
He seemed much older and wiser than his small number
of years. Then the question that sat between us the
entire time had to finally be asked, so is this
going to be a regular thing, you know, this showing
(09:20):
up in my room? A sadness passed over his face.
I don't know. I could be back later tonight or
maybe years from now. Time works differently on the other side.
I can't really explain it. Really, there's no way to
know for sure. It was my turned frown this time.
I think I could really like him, but this almost
(09:42):
felt like it was a kind of goodbye between us.
His departure was almost as abrupt as his arrival. I
was in the middle of saying something when suddenly he
seemed to just fade from view. One second he was
there and the next gone. It has been three years
since that day, and every night I have left my
(10:03):
closet open an invitation for Eric to come back and
have a chat. As of yet, he hasn't found his
way back. Maybe one day he will and twen and
if it happens, I'll be there waiting.
Speaker 2 (10:22):
Thank you for tuning in to ghost Story Podcast again.
I'm Eva s. Evans, paranormal horror author. I have over
fifty books on Amazon, so if you like ghost stories
and you like this podcast, feel free to check them out.
On Amazon. They are free on KO. Thank you and
I'll see you in the next episode.
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