April 25, 2025 • 8 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,
(01:30):
sharing their spine chilling experiences and the lingering questions that
still haunt them. Get ready to confront the paranormal and
discover the truth behind each bone chilling tail. And with that,
let's begin.
Speaker 3 (01:46):
The fluorescent lights above cast a cold, sterile glow over
the morgue, casting eary shadows in every corner. The smell
of disinfectant hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the
ever present scent of death. My brathing's slow and measured.
My mouth tastes like I've been sucking on old pennies,
that metallic tinge, never quite leaving me. I stand before
the last autopsy table, the body covered in a white sheet.
(02:07):
Crumpled papers litter the surface of my desk, nearby, remnants
of countless cases that have passed through this room. The
steady hum of machines fills the silence, but tonight it's
not enough to drown out the disquiet gnawing at my gut.
My heart skips a beat when I hear footsteps approaching
from behind. I whip around, expecting to see a colleague
or someone from the hospital administration. But there's no one there.
(02:28):
The door is closed. The only sound now echoing through
the room or the worrying ventilation fans above. Get a grip,
I muttered to myself, trying to shake off the unease
creeping up my spine. It's just your imagination. But then
the footsteps rere zoom and they're coming straight towards me.
Panic bubbles in my chest as a chill envelopes the room,
the temperature plummeting, my hands tremble, the pen slipping from
(02:50):
my fingers. I can't breathe. It feels like the very
air is being sucked out of my lungs. How is
the hair? I call out, my voice cracking, no answer,
just the relentless march of visible feet moving closer and closer.
I heard stories, whispers of strange occurrences throughout the hospital,
ghostly apparitions, disembodied voices. I dismissed them as tall tales
(03:10):
spun by the sleep deprived and overworked staff. Yet the
fear gripping me now is all too real. The footsteps
suddenly stop, and an icy gust of wind brushes past
my ear. Ghost bumps are rubbed across my skin, and
I can't suppress a screen that tears from my throat.
Is this some cruel game and torment designed to break me?
The air in the room felt heavier, suffocating me as
my pen trembled over the last page of the report.
(03:32):
I tried to push away the lingering fear, reminding myself
that I had a job to do. Two minutes, just
two minutes, and I'd be done with this hellish night.
But the universe had other plans. The lights flickered once twice,
and then darkness swallowed the whole room. My heart beat
thundered in my ears, drowning out all the other sounds.
Panics surged through my veins like ice cold water, nubbing
(03:53):
my fingers and stealing my breath. No, no, I whispered,
my voice, trembling as much as my hands. Get it together,
I scold myself, desperately trying to ward off the paralyzing terror.
It's just a power outage. You've dealt with this before.
But this was different, and I knew it deeped down
in my bones. This wasn't a simple electrical issue. It
was something more sinister, something that fed on my fear
(04:13):
and reveled in my vulnerability. Blindly, I stumbled forward, arms
stretched like a lost soul, grasped me at the unseen
world around me. The cold tile floor felt slick beneath
my feet as I struggled to maintain my balance. The
cold tile floor felt slick beneath my feet as I
struggled to maintain my balance. The smell of disinfectant and
death hung heavy in the air, clawing at the back
(04:35):
of my throat. Tastes of bile and dread lingered on
my tongue, an unwelcome reminder of the nightmare I wished
to escape. Where is the door, I thought, my mind
racing in circles as it searched for any shred of familiarity.
I know this place by heart. I should be able
to find it even in pitch black, but feared stripped
me of my sense of direction, casting me adrift in
a sea of darkness. Every step took me further from
(04:56):
the safety. I craved deeper into the cold embrace of
the shadows that seemed to tighten their grip on my
heart with every passing second. The darkness was so absolute
that it felt like a physical presence enveloping me. As
the footsteps began again, they were slow and deliberate at first,
echoing through the morgue as if taunting me. I could
feel my heart pounding in my chest, each thump resonating
(05:16):
throughout my entire body. Please just be my imagination, I
whispered to myself, though deep down I knew it couldn't be.
The steps grew louder and more frantic, coming from every direction,
even above me, as if someone or something were running
on the ceiling. Panic bubbled within me, and without thinking,
I started screaming for help, someone, please help me. My
voice cracked, rall with fear as the primal terror took over.
(05:39):
Soon all that came out were guttural, inhuman sounds, the
shrieks of a cornered animal. My throat burned and I
could barely breathe. But I couldn't stop. I was beyond reason,
lost in the nightmare that had become my reality. My
footsteps seemed to multiply, their speed, reaching an impossible level.
A cold sweat broke out of my skin as I
tried to make sense of what was happening. Are there
(06:00):
more of them? What do they want with me? The
question swirled in my head, only heightening my fear. Then suddenly,
the chaotic cacophony ceased, leaving only the sound of my
ragged breaths. In the oppressive silence, I strained my ears,
trying to discern any trace of movement. For a moment,
there was nothing. Then two slow, deliberate steps rang out,
(06:24):
followed by an abrupt burst of movement that headed straight
for me. I braced myself for impact. My body tens
as I prepared for whatever horror awaited me, But the
collision ever came. Instead, a nauseating wave of dizziness and
sickness washed over me, disorienting me further. My vision swam
in the darkness, and I felt like I was being
pulled in every direction at once. That's when the lights
(06:46):
flickered back to life, the sudden brightness momentarily blinding me.
As my eyes adjusted, I found myself bent over, staring
into the lifeless face of the corpse I had been
working on earlier. The sight sent a fresh jolt of
terror through me, and I screamed involuntarily ga Way, I
choked out, stumbling backward as a nausea finally overwhelmed me.
Everything I had eaten that day came rushing back, spilling
(07:06):
onto the cold sterile floor with sickening splatter. My legs
gave out beneath me, and I stumped down against the wall,
guessping for air and fighting back tears. Was it all
just a who's nation? I wondered, though I knew that
couldn't be true. Whatever it was that had tormented me,
it had left its mark, fair clung to me like
a second skin, and I doubted I would ever be
able to shake it off completely. A solitary light flickers
(07:27):
above me, casting eery shadows on the cold, sterile walls.
I can't shake the feeling that something is watching me
from the darkness. My heart raises as I glanced around nervously,
my hands trembling slightly. How could I have ever thought
that working in a morgue would be a fulfilling job.
It's been a month since that night, and every time
I step in this place, I'm reminded of the terror
that gripped me. Get yourself together, I mutter under my breath,
(07:48):
trying to steady my nerves. It was just one night,
one freakish, unexplainable night. But deep down I know it's
not that simple. The memory of those footsteps, that icy
breath on my neck, the sheer panic that consumed me
still haunt me, and despite my attempts to rationalize the experience,
I can't help but fear that it could happen again
at any moment. Maybe it's time, I whispered to myself,
(08:10):
seriously considering the idea of leaving this job behind. Maybe
I need a fresh start. I can't deny that the
thought of finding a new job is in both terrifying
and liberating at the same time. On one hand, it
would mean stepping out of my comfort zone and venturing
into the unknown, But on the other hand, it might
just be the change that I need to finally move
past that horrifying night. Who knows what could happen, I
(08:32):
say out loud, a shiver running down my spine as
I think back to the terror I experienced. But maybe,
just maybe it's worth the risk.
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,
(01:30):
sharing their spine chilling experiences and the lingering questions that
still haunt them. Get ready to confront the paranormal and
discover the truth behind each bone chilling tail. And with that,
let's begin.
Speaker 3 (01:46):
The fluorescent lights above cast a cold, sterile glow over
the morgue, casting eary shadows in every corner. The smell
of disinfectant hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the
ever present scent of death. My brathing's slow and measured.
My mouth tastes like I've been sucking on old pennies,
that metallic tinge, never quite leaving me. I stand before
the last autopsy table, the body covered in a white sheet.
(02:07):
Crumpled papers litter the surface of my desk, nearby, remnants
of countless cases that have passed through this room. The
steady hum of machines fills the silence, but tonight it's
not enough to drown out the disquiet gnawing at my gut.
My heart skips a beat when I hear footsteps approaching
from behind. I whip around, expecting to see a colleague
or someone from the hospital administration. But there's no one there.
(02:28):
The door is closed. The only sound now echoing through
the room or the worrying ventilation fans above. Get a grip,
I muttered to myself, trying to shake off the unease
creeping up my spine. It's just your imagination. But then
the footsteps rere zoom and they're coming straight towards me.
Panic bubbles in my chest as a chill envelopes the room,
the temperature plummeting, my hands tremble, the pen slipping from
(02:50):
my fingers. I can't breathe. It feels like the very
air is being sucked out of my lungs. How is
the hair? I call out, my voice cracking, no answer,
just the relentless march of visible feet moving closer and closer.
I heard stories, whispers of strange occurrences throughout the hospital,
ghostly apparitions, disembodied voices. I dismissed them as tall tales
(03:10):
spun by the sleep deprived and overworked staff. Yet the
fear gripping me now is all too real. The footsteps
suddenly stop, and an icy gust of wind brushes past
my ear. Ghost bumps are rubbed across my skin, and
I can't suppress a screen that tears from my throat.
Is this some cruel game and torment designed to break me?
The air in the room felt heavier, suffocating me as
my pen trembled over the last page of the report.
(03:32):
I tried to push away the lingering fear, reminding myself
that I had a job to do. Two minutes, just
two minutes, and I'd be done with this hellish night.
But the universe had other plans. The lights flickered once twice,
and then darkness swallowed the whole room. My heart beat
thundered in my ears, drowning out all the other sounds.
Panics surged through my veins like ice cold water, nubbing
(03:53):
my fingers and stealing my breath. No, no, I whispered,
my voice, trembling as much as my hands. Get it together,
I scold myself, desperately trying to ward off the paralyzing terror.
It's just a power outage. You've dealt with this before.
But this was different, and I knew it deeped down
in my bones. This wasn't a simple electrical issue. It
was something more sinister, something that fed on my fear
(04:13):
and reveled in my vulnerability. Blindly, I stumbled forward, arms
stretched like a lost soul, grasped me at the unseen
world around me. The cold tile floor felt slick beneath
my feet as I struggled to maintain my balance. The
cold tile floor felt slick beneath my feet as I
struggled to maintain my balance. The smell of disinfectant and
death hung heavy in the air, clawing at the back
(04:35):
of my throat. Tastes of bile and dread lingered on
my tongue, an unwelcome reminder of the nightmare I wished
to escape. Where is the door, I thought, my mind
racing in circles as it searched for any shred of familiarity.
I know this place by heart. I should be able
to find it even in pitch black, but feared stripped
me of my sense of direction, casting me adrift in
a sea of darkness. Every step took me further from
(04:56):
the safety. I craved deeper into the cold embrace of
the shadows that seemed to tighten their grip on my
heart with every passing second. The darkness was so absolute
that it felt like a physical presence enveloping me. As
the footsteps began again, they were slow and deliberate at first,
echoing through the morgue as if taunting me. I could
feel my heart pounding in my chest, each thump resonating
(05:16):
throughout my entire body. Please just be my imagination, I
whispered to myself, though deep down I knew it couldn't be.
The steps grew louder and more frantic, coming from every direction,
even above me, as if someone or something were running
on the ceiling. Panic bubbled within me, and without thinking,
I started screaming for help, someone, please help me. My
voice cracked, rall with fear as the primal terror took over.
(05:39):
Soon all that came out were guttural, inhuman sounds, the
shrieks of a cornered animal. My throat burned and I
could barely breathe. But I couldn't stop. I was beyond reason,
lost in the nightmare that had become my reality. My
footsteps seemed to multiply, their speed, reaching an impossible level.
A cold sweat broke out of my skin as I
tried to make sense of what was happening. Are there
(06:00):
more of them? What do they want with me? The
question swirled in my head, only heightening my fear. Then suddenly,
the chaotic cacophony ceased, leaving only the sound of my
ragged breaths. In the oppressive silence, I strained my ears,
trying to discern any trace of movement. For a moment,
there was nothing. Then two slow, deliberate steps rang out,
(06:24):
followed by an abrupt burst of movement that headed straight
for me. I braced myself for impact. My body tens
as I prepared for whatever horror awaited me, But the
collision ever came. Instead, a nauseating wave of dizziness and
sickness washed over me, disorienting me further. My vision swam
in the darkness, and I felt like I was being
pulled in every direction at once. That's when the lights
(06:46):
flickered back to life, the sudden brightness momentarily blinding me.
As my eyes adjusted, I found myself bent over, staring
into the lifeless face of the corpse I had been
working on earlier. The sight sent a fresh jolt of
terror through me, and I screamed involuntarily ga Way, I
choked out, stumbling backward as a nausea finally overwhelmed me.
Everything I had eaten that day came rushing back, spilling
(07:06):
onto the cold sterile floor with sickening splatter. My legs
gave out beneath me, and I stumped down against the wall,
guessping for air and fighting back tears. Was it all
just a who's nation? I wondered, though I knew that
couldn't be true. Whatever it was that had tormented me,
it had left its mark, fair clung to me like
a second skin, and I doubted I would ever be
able to shake it off completely. A solitary light flickers
(07:27):
above me, casting eery shadows on the cold, sterile walls.
I can't shake the feeling that something is watching me
from the darkness. My heart raises as I glanced around nervously,
my hands trembling slightly. How could I have ever thought
that working in a morgue would be a fulfilling job.
It's been a month since that night, and every time
I step in this place, I'm reminded of the terror
that gripped me. Get yourself together, I mutter under my breath,
(07:48):
trying to steady my nerves. It was just one night,
one freakish, unexplainable night. But deep down I know it's
not that simple. The memory of those footsteps, that icy
breath on my neck, the sheer panic that consumed me
still haunt me, and despite my attempts to rationalize the experience,
I can't help but fear that it could happen again
at any moment. Maybe it's time, I whispered to myself,
(08:10):
seriously considering the idea of leaving this job behind. Maybe
I need a fresh start. I can't deny that the
thought of finding a new job is in both terrifying
and liberating at the same time. On one hand, it
would mean stepping out of my comfort zone and venturing
into the unknown, But on the other hand, it might
just be the change that I need to finally move
past that horrifying night. Who knows what could happen, I
(08:32):
say out loud, a shiver running down my spine as
I think back to the terror I experienced. But maybe,
just maybe it's worth the risk.
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