September 15, 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 (00:12):
It was the first day of our vacation. Dad spent
most of its showing us the entirety of the house,
geeking out over how it still had their original trimming
and how they had changed the flooring without completely modernizing it.
It was nice spending time with him either way, I
haven't seen him in a while due to college. In
the evening, we all had settled in for a nice
(00:35):
night of sleep. The room I stayed in was covered
in flowered wallpaper, tiny blooms on a light yellow background.
It wasn't my idea of nice decor, but the bed
was soft, and I fell asleep to the sounds of
birds chripping and water running through the partly open window.
The light breeze helped me relax. I was drifting in
(00:56):
and out of light sleep when I heard faint footsteps
in wood creaking. I thought nothing of it. There were
other people in the house and the bathroom was right
next to my room. But then I couldn't take in
a full breath. Every time I tried, my lungs wouldn't
expand after a few moments I realized there was a
(01:16):
pressure on my chest and the pressure was steadily growing.
My rib cage moved under the strain of it, and
I shot out of bed, scrambling to push whatever it
was before I broke a rib. Nothing was there. I
sat up in bed, staring at nothing, hands fisted in
the front of my pajamas, breathing raggedly. Eventually my eyes
(01:41):
got used to the darkness and I could stare at
the empty room. I jumped as the door opened. My
boyfriend Brad poked his head through the open door. His
eyes were wide underneath his mop of wild brown hair.
Are you okay? I took a deep breath to steady myself.
M yeah, nightmare. Did I scream or something? No, you
(02:06):
didn't wake me up. I saw something. He looked behind
him and then entered the room. What I asked? He
wasn't usually this jumpy. I was trying to fall asleep
when I heard some footsteps. I figured someone was walking outside.
But when I turned around, there was a woman at
(02:27):
the foot of my bed. I jumped and she was gone.
Were you dreaming? I was fully awake. Plus, she didn't
look anything like I would imagine. She was really old,
with white hair and a bun and a weird old
timey dress on that I haven't seen before freaked me out.
He shivered a bit, sit stay with me, awhile, maybe
(02:52):
we'll fall asleep easier. I patted the edge of the bed.
He sat down, and we started talking about what classes
we'd be taking next year. The conversation made me relax,
my body uncoiling. Soon enough, we'd fallen asleep since Mom
found us in the morning. Me slumped over with my
head on my knees, and Brad stretched out on the
(03:13):
edge of the bed over the covers. We had to explain,
so we told the story while sitting on the porch
looking out at the lake. Your brain probably ran away
from you when you heard the house had been built
in the eighteen hundreds. Dad said, I didn't know when
it was built. Brad said, Good evening. A frail voice
(03:34):
called it's our neighbor. Welcome. Mom gestured towards a tiny,
shriveled man who looked to be over eighty, wearing a
suit that seemed to be as old as he was.
On his head was a small path of hair that
still retained its red hue. Good evening, how are you
finding the house? He said, as he came up the stairs.
(03:57):
Dad had talked about the man yesterday. He'd seen the
old man walking around the neighborhood all of the time.
He must have been a neighbor. Good though, we have
a ghost, my sister joked. When I gave her a look,
she just stuck her tongue out at me. Oh a boy,
(04:17):
the man sounded hopeful. No, and an old lady. Why oh,
that might have been the wife of the steamboat captain
that built the house. You know who built it. I
lived here for years with my family. It was me,
my mom, and my brother for a long time, well
(04:41):
until the accident. The man sat down. Oh, I'm sorry.
Was he okay? I asked. We were playing in the barn.
The man's light blue eyes glazed over, and I knew
he was remembering the past. We like to climb as
high as we could there and drop down on the hay.
(05:04):
One day, my brother Henry went to climb up the
ladder to the second story. The ladder creaked under the strain.
But everything made that noise those days, we didn't think
much about it. The wood must have rotted away from
the moisture. The ladder cracked in half. You'd think it
would break under his feet, but no. He was almost
(05:26):
to the top. When it happened, he fell backwards and
missed the haystack. I'll never forget that noise. It was
deeper than you'd think, the sound of a skull splitting open.
He seemed to remember himself and turned to small talk,
but I couldn't look him in the eye after that.
(05:48):
I haven't been back since. I always said I was
too busy, but honestly, that house creeps me out. My
parents went back last week to attend the old man's funeral.
In his sleep, Mom send me a photo she'd taken
of the house in the winter snow to day. As
I looked at it, I noticed a tall man staring
(06:09):
out of the window. At first I thought it was Dad,
but the figure was too young. Then I noticed the
shock of red hair on his head, and not even
age could make me miss the similarity in those features.
It was the first day of our vacation. Dad spent
most of its showing us the entirety of the house,
geeking out over how it still had their original trimming
and how they had changed the flooring without completely modernizing it.
It was nice spending time with him either way, I
haven't seen him in a while due to college. In
the evening, we all had settled in for a nice
(00:35):
night of sleep. The room I stayed in was covered
in flowered wallpaper, tiny blooms on a light yellow background.
It wasn't my idea of nice decor, but the bed
was soft, and I fell asleep to the sounds of
birds chripping and water running through the partly open window.
The light breeze helped me relax. I was drifting in
(00:56):
and out of light sleep when I heard faint footsteps
in wood creaking. I thought nothing of it. There were
other people in the house and the bathroom was right
next to my room. But then I couldn't take in
a full breath. Every time I tried, my lungs wouldn't
expand after a few moments I realized there was a
(01:16):
pressure on my chest and the pressure was steadily growing.
My rib cage moved under the strain of it, and
I shot out of bed, scrambling to push whatever it
was before I broke a rib. Nothing was there. I
sat up in bed, staring at nothing, hands fisted in
the front of my pajamas, breathing raggedly. Eventually my eyes
(01:41):
got used to the darkness and I could stare at
the empty room. I jumped as the door opened. My
boyfriend Brad poked his head through the open door. His
eyes were wide underneath his mop of wild brown hair.
Are you okay? I took a deep breath to steady myself.
M yeah, nightmare. Did I scream or something? No, you
(02:06):
didn't wake me up. I saw something. He looked behind
him and then entered the room. What I asked? He
wasn't usually this jumpy. I was trying to fall asleep
when I heard some footsteps. I figured someone was walking outside.
But when I turned around, there was a woman at
(02:27):
the foot of my bed. I jumped and she was gone.
Were you dreaming? I was fully awake. Plus, she didn't
look anything like I would imagine. She was really old,
with white hair and a bun and a weird old
timey dress on that I haven't seen before freaked me out.
He shivered a bit, sit stay with me, awhile, maybe
(02:52):
we'll fall asleep easier. I patted the edge of the bed.
He sat down, and we started talking about what classes
we'd be taking next year. The conversation made me relax,
my body uncoiling. Soon enough, we'd fallen asleep since Mom
found us in the morning. Me slumped over with my
head on my knees, and Brad stretched out on the
(03:13):
edge of the bed over the covers. We had to explain,
so we told the story while sitting on the porch
looking out at the lake. Your brain probably ran away
from you when you heard the house had been built
in the eighteen hundreds. Dad said, I didn't know when
it was built. Brad said, Good evening. A frail voice
(03:34):
called it's our neighbor. Welcome. Mom gestured towards a tiny,
shriveled man who looked to be over eighty, wearing a
suit that seemed to be as old as he was.
On his head was a small path of hair that
still retained its red hue. Good evening, how are you
finding the house? He said, as he came up the stairs.
(03:57):
Dad had talked about the man yesterday. He'd seen the
old man walking around the neighborhood all of the time.
He must have been a neighbor. Good though, we have
a ghost, my sister joked. When I gave her a look,
she just stuck her tongue out at me. Oh a boy,
(04:17):
the man sounded hopeful. No, and an old lady. Why oh,
that might have been the wife of the steamboat captain
that built the house. You know who built it. I
lived here for years with my family. It was me,
my mom, and my brother for a long time, well
(04:41):
until the accident. The man sat down. Oh, I'm sorry.
Was he okay? I asked. We were playing in the barn.
The man's light blue eyes glazed over, and I knew
he was remembering the past. We like to climb as
high as we could there and drop down on the hay.
(05:04):
One day, my brother Henry went to climb up the
ladder to the second story. The ladder creaked under the strain.
But everything made that noise those days, we didn't think
much about it. The wood must have rotted away from
the moisture. The ladder cracked in half. You'd think it
would break under his feet, but no. He was almost
(05:26):
to the top. When it happened, he fell backwards and
missed the haystack. I'll never forget that noise. It was
deeper than you'd think, the sound of a skull splitting open.
He seemed to remember himself and turned to small talk,
but I couldn't look him in the eye after that.
(05:48):
I haven't been back since. I always said I was
too busy, but honestly, that house creeps me out. My
parents went back last week to attend the old man's funeral.
In his sleep, Mom send me a photo she'd taken
of the house in the winter snow to day. As
I looked at it, I noticed a tall man staring
(06:09):
out of the window. At first I thought it was Dad,
but the figure was too young. Then I noticed the
shock of red hair on his head, and not even
age could make me miss the similarity in those features.
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