416. Frigid Darkness

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:03):
Welcome to a truly haunted podcast.

Speaker 2 (00:08):
Southy Nows is here with us.

Speaker 1 (00:11):
The podcast that brings you weekly true ghostly stories. In
this podcast, you'll delve into the depths of some of
the darkest paranormal experiences that cannot be defined by anything

(00:31):
less than truly haunting. Haunting. Now, sit back, relax, and
let's begin our journey into the mysterious and unknown.

Speaker 2 (00:57):
Welcome to a truly haunted podcast. I'm your host, Eve
s Evans. Today we have another haunting story for you,
So sit back and relax because ghost stories are next.

Speaker 3 (01:12):
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 walls, their tendrils resembling skeletal
fingers reaching out for the unsuspecting. She had heard the

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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 space to breathe and create

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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 busied herself unpacking boxes and arranging

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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 corner of her room. She squinted

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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, But the whispering grew louder,

(03:05):
more insistent, slicing through the stillness like a knife.

Speaker 2 (03:10):
Help me.

Speaker 3 (03:12):
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 a mournful lullaby, a siren
call that tugged at her very soul. Terror gripped her.

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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, writhing in some unseen torment,
freezing in place. Sarah felt the air grow heavy, thick,

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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. 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

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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 slammed shut with a deafening bang, plunging the
room into an inky blackness. Panic surged within her as

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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, she found a shadow standing right beside her,
its form indistinct but undeniably there, its cold breath washing

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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 rushing to her cheeks. It seemed to
pulsate with the life of its own, drawing closer as

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though it were feeding off for fear. The air grew
thick with the 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 too late, and then everything went dark.

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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 her heart racing into a frenzy.

(06:08):
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.