April 11, 2025 • 6 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. On a frigid, fog laden night,
Sarah stood before the imposing silhouette of the old house
on the outskirts of town. The moon hung low, casting
an eerie glow over the cracked facade and ivy covered water,
their tendrils resembling skeletal fingers reaching out for the unsuspecting.
(02:07):
She had heard the whispers of the townsfolk, tales of
restless spirits and unexplained phenomenas swirling around the derelict structure,
But to Sarah, these were mere superstitions, the kind of
stories that fed on fear and imagination. The price was
too good to pass up, and she longed for the
(02:29):
space to breathe and create her art. The first few
nights passed in relative silence, save for the occasional groans
and creaks of the aging wood, as if the house
itself were settling into her presence. In the dim light,
the walls seemed to breathe, exhaling memories long buried. She
(02:51):
busied herself unpacking boxes and arranging her belongings, determined to
make the house her own. But on the fourth night,
as the clock struck midnight, Sarah was jolted awake by
a sound that sent shivers racing down her spine. It
was a soft, almost melodic whisper emanating from the dark
(03:12):
corner of her room, She squinted into the shadows, her
heart pounding in her chest. Surely it was just the wind,
she reassured herself, trying to shake off the dread that
crept into her thoughts. Pulling her quilt tighter around her,
she closed her eyes, hoping to drift back to sleep,
(03:37):
but the whispering grew louder, more insistent, slicing through the
stillness like a knife. Help me. The voice was delicate,
yet filled with a haunting urgency, resonating deep within her bones.
Please help me, it pleaded, echoing through the room like
(03:58):
a mournful lullaby, a siren call that tugged at her
very soul. Terror gripped her. She opened her eyes and
sat up, her gaze fixated on the silhouette that loomed
near the door. It was tall and elongated, its limbs
twitching unnaturally, as if it were part of the shadows themselves,
(04:21):
writhing in some unseen torment, freezing in place. Sarah felt
the air grow heavy, thick, with an ominous presence that
wrapped around her like a vice. The whispers intensified, morphing
into desperate cries, help me, or it takes us too.
(04:43):
The air turned icy, and Sarah's breath came in shallow
gasps as her mind raised with images of those who
had lived here before her, their fates intertwined with the
house's dark history. She could almost see their faces twisted
in agony, their eyes pleading for salvation. Suddenly, the door
(05:06):
slammed shut with a deafening bang, plunging the room into
an inky blackness. Panic surged within her as her heart raised,
thundering in her ears like an ominous drum. Fumbling for
her phone, she managed to click it on the screen,
illuminating her surroundings in a pale, flickering light. To her horror,
(05:30):
she found a shadow standing right beside her, its form
indistinct but undeniably there, its cold breath washing over her
skin like a frigid wave, chilling her to the very marrow.
As she stared into the abyss of the shadow, her
pulse quickened, and she felt the warmth of her blood
(05:54):
rushing to her cheeks. It seemed to pulsate with the
life of its own, growing closer, as though it were
feeding off her fear. The air grew thick with a
stench of decay, as if the very essence of despair
clung to the entity. The last thing she heard was
a final, anguished whisper that reverberated in her mind. It's
(06:17):
too late, And then everything went dark. The silence that
followed was deafening, as if the house itself held its breath,
waiting for what would come next. In that oppressive void,
she felt a chill run down her spine, the sensation
of fingers cold and clammy brushing against her neck, sending
(06:39):
her heart racing into a frenzy. The shadows began to
writhe coiling around her like serpents, and she realized that
she was not alone. She had awakened something far more
sinister than she could have ever imagined.
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. On a frigid, fog laden night,
Sarah stood before the imposing silhouette of the old house
on the outskirts of town. The moon hung low, casting
an eerie glow over the cracked facade and ivy covered water,
their tendrils resembling skeletal fingers reaching out for the unsuspecting.
(02:07):
She had heard the whispers of the townsfolk, tales of
restless spirits and unexplained phenomenas swirling around the derelict structure,
But to Sarah, these were mere superstitions, the kind of
stories that fed on fear and imagination. The price was
too good to pass up, and she longed for the
(02:29):
space to breathe and create her art. The first few
nights passed in relative silence, save for the occasional groans
and creaks of the aging wood, as if the house
itself were settling into her presence. In the dim light,
the walls seemed to breathe, exhaling memories long buried. She
(02:51):
busied herself unpacking boxes and arranging her belongings, determined to
make the house her own. But on the fourth night,
as the clock struck midnight, Sarah was jolted awake by
a sound that sent shivers racing down her spine. It
was a soft, almost melodic whisper emanating from the dark
(03:12):
corner of her room, She squinted into the shadows, her
heart pounding in her chest. Surely it was just the wind,
she reassured herself, trying to shake off the dread that
crept into her thoughts. Pulling her quilt tighter around her,
she closed her eyes, hoping to drift back to sleep,
(03:37):
but the whispering grew louder, more insistent, slicing through the
stillness like a knife. Help me. The voice was delicate,
yet filled with a haunting urgency, resonating deep within her bones.
Please help me, it pleaded, echoing through the room like
(03:58):
a mournful lullaby, a siren call that tugged at her
very soul. Terror gripped her. She opened her eyes and
sat up, her gaze fixated on the silhouette that loomed
near the door. It was tall and elongated, its limbs
twitching unnaturally, as if it were part of the shadows themselves,
(04:21):
writhing in some unseen torment, freezing in place. Sarah felt
the air grow heavy, thick, with an ominous presence that
wrapped around her like a vice. The whispers intensified, morphing
into desperate cries, help me, or it takes us too.
(04:43):
The air turned icy, and Sarah's breath came in shallow
gasps as her mind raised with images of those who
had lived here before her, their fates intertwined with the
house's dark history. She could almost see their faces twisted
in agony, their eyes pleading for salvation. Suddenly, the door
(05:06):
slammed shut with a deafening bang, plunging the room into
an inky blackness. Panic surged within her as her heart raised,
thundering in her ears like an ominous drum. Fumbling for
her phone, she managed to click it on the screen,
illuminating her surroundings in a pale, flickering light. To her horror,
(05:30):
she found a shadow standing right beside her, its form
indistinct but undeniably there, its cold breath washing over her
skin like a frigid wave, chilling her to the very marrow.
As she stared into the abyss of the shadow, her
pulse quickened, and she felt the warmth of her blood
(05:54):
rushing to her cheeks. It seemed to pulsate with the
life of its own, growing closer, as though it were
feeding off her fear. The air grew thick with a
stench of decay, as if the very essence of despair
clung to the entity. The last thing she heard was
a final, anguished whisper that reverberated in her mind. It's
(06:17):
too late, And then everything went dark. The silence that
followed was deafening, as if the house itself held its breath,
waiting for what would come next. In that oppressive void,
she felt a chill run down her spine, the sensation
of fingers cold and clammy brushing against her neck, sending
(06:39):
her heart racing into a frenzy. The shadows began to
writhe coiling around her like serpents, and she realized that
she was not alone. She had awakened something far more
sinister than she could have ever imagined.
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