Two tales braided by one question: what happens when the things meant to protect us—skin and silence—start letting something else in? 😱Content Warnings: body horror (skin/teeth/eyes), psychological distress, invasive/possessive spaces, loss of agency; no graphic gore. 🔊SPECIAL SONG AT THE END | Hope you love it! The Soft Place 🧽 A bruise opens like…

🪞 What The Wellness Pit Is About Welcome back, my dearest creeps and connoisseurs of the uncanny — it’s your friendly neighbourhood Tale Teller, reporting live from the wrong side of a salt circle! Our latest story, The Wellness Pit, is an outback horror about self-improvement gone feral. It’s a tale of a small, sunburned town called Wattle’s Rest,…

🪡 When the Fabric Learns to Breathe Back… Some patterns shouldn’t be finished... Some stitches pull tighter than the maker intends... In this next chapter of The Silver Seamstress, the workshop changes its shape. The thread you thought you escaped has followed you home. The dress is waiting — and it’s not just fabric anymore. Meanwhile, the town aw…

🕯️ When the Thread Starts to Breathe… There’s a shop on a street that doesn’t appear on any map. Its window glows long after the rest of the town has fallen asleep. Inside, a lone seamstress works by candlelight — needle flashing, thread whispering, her hands moving with a rhythm that sounds far too alive. No one remembers when she arrived. No one …

🦉Alright my night-owls, candle-huffers, and certified spooky folk — gather ‘round, because tonight’s story is a weird one. We’re talking sentient dungeon weird. We’re talking werewolf-therapy-session-from-hell weird. We’re talking, “if IKEA designed its own haunted house, and the instructions were written in blood,” weird. In The Dungeon of Black M…

G'DAAAY LEGENDS!!! 💜💜💜 **UPDATE** Currently in Germany at the moment but I wanted to the love your way through a remastered set of three episodes from Blackstone: The Magic Detective! 🕵️ Gather ‘round, legends — it’s time to step back into the golden age of mystery, suspense, and a touch of the supernatural. This week, we’ve unlocked three thrillin…

💜 G’day you legends! 💜 This week we descend into the crumbling crypts of Clark Ashton Smith’s The Nameless Offspring—a tale drenched in gothic decay, cursed inheritances, and unspeakable horrors clawing their way back into the present! Smith, one of the great weird fiction masters of the early 20th century, gives us a story that feels part ghost ta…

G’day you legends!!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰 Tonight we close the chapter on Guy de Maupassant’s The Horla—a story that began with unease, spiralled into possession, and ended in fire and despair. Our poor narrator, crushed beneath the weight of an invisible parasite, finds his final act of rebellion is not survival, but destruction. And yet, the question lingers: d…

G’day you legends! 🥰💜 Tonight, we’re not just dipping a toe into the shadows—we’re plunging headfirst into one of the most suffocating nightmares ever put to paper. Guy de Maupassant’s The Horla isn’t your average ghost story. No rattling chains, no creaky floorboards—this is the horror of being seen by something you cannot see, of feeling your ver…

Hello my wonderfully curious and wonderful listeners!!! Tonight’s episode of Stories Fables Ghostly Tales takes us deep into the echoing halls of Old Time Radio, where shadows creep, footsteps follow, and fate waits patiently at the edge of night. We begin with Creeps by Night, a haunting 1940s series that delved into the terror of the human mind. …

Hello my wonderfully curious listeners, supporters and friends! 💜 Snow doesn’t just fall in Larch Hollow—it clings. It buries sound. It muffles truth. And if you listen too long, you’ll hear it breathing back. Once, this town thrived. A logging camp in the north, filled with the songs of saws and sermons. But hunger is a patient predator. It sank i…

Hello my wonderfully curious listeners, Every town has its stories, but Dagger Creek’s whispers are heavier than most—clinging like damp air on a summer night, crawling into your ears when you least expect it. This is not a place you stumble into by accident. No—Dagger Creek is the kind of town that finds you... Once, it was alive—factories humming…

....WHISTLE..... ....WHISTLE..... ....WHISTLE..... ....Something has started waking at 3:00 a.m. in a small, unassuming town. It’s not loud enough to wake everyone. Not yet. But if you’re the type to notice patterns… if you pay attention to the quiet… you’ll hear it too. Three notes. Always the same. Always on time. From there, the changes are subt…

🏕️ New Episode: Welcome to Firewatch 66 🔥🌲 NEW OUTRO MUSIC - DEDICATED TO YOU AND THIS STORY 💜💜💜💜 🕯️ The fire is lit. The forest is watching. Dear Wonderful Listeners, My newest episode is something a little different — a quiet, creeping descent into the kind of horror that doesn’t shout... it waits. In Welcome to Firewatch 66, you’ll follow a newl…

My newest episode is something a little different — a quiet, creeping descent into the kind of horror that doesn’t shout... it waits. In Welcome to Firewatch 66, you’ll follow a newly assigned ranger into an isolated stretch of forest that isn’t on any official map. The outpost is ancient, the tower long abandoned, and the guide who meets him? Well…

Michael Shayne | Gunfire and Gambling! 🎲 by Stories Fables Ghostly TalesKirjoittanut Stories Fables Ghostly Tales Podcast

There’s an old saying in the Hollow: Leave one plate empty. Don’t lock your doors during the harvest. And above all—don’t watch the scarecrow. This story lives in that kind of world—where memory can be dangerous, silence is a form of safety, and the wind always seems to know your name. The Harvest of Crows is old-world horror: not sharp or violent,…

In tonight’s episode, we step into a story unlike any other—a slow-burning descent into a world that shifts beneath your feet, where nothing stays still for long and everything seems just a little too aware. Our protagonist wakes with no memory, surrounded by silence, and quickly learns that the rules of reality don’t quite apply here. Support the …

🎙️ Dragnet Recovered Files: Three Cases. No Innocence Left. Badge up, detectives!! ...because this week’s recovered cases from Dragnet pack more heat than a July sidewalk in downtown L.A. We’re cracking open three dusty reels, all loaded with lies, long shadows, and the quiet kind of danger that wears a polite smile. Support the Podcast and help it…

It’s a weathered tale. One passed down from parent to child. A quiet warning about a flat in an old building where something isn’t quite right. Nothing jumps out at you (at first), but the silence in this one gets louder and louder, until suddenly… it’s not just a room anymore. Support the Podcast and help it grow! 😁 www.patreon.com/SFGT Help me wi…

That’s what the Bleached Man really is — not a villain, but a symptom. He doesn’t kill. He erases. He makes you forget the moment that broke you. Seems like a gift, right? But once you lose that, you lose the you that was forged through surviving it. Support the Podcast and help it grow! 😁 www.patreon.com/SFGT Help me with an iTunes Review ❤ podcas…

Support the Podcast and help it grow! 😁 www.patreon.com/SFGT Help me with an iTunes Review ❤ podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/stor…st/id1219424878 ***** 📧Send me your stories, feedback and more📧 [email protected] Show Links: 🏠 www.storiesfablesghostlytales.com/ 📘Contact me: www.facebook.com/StoriesFablesGhostlyTales 🐤 Twitter: www.tw…

Clockmakers Curse (Horror in Time) by Stories Fables Ghostly TalesKirjoittanut Stories Fables Ghostly Tales Podcast

The Falcon hit the airwaves back in the early 1940s, sliding right into the shoes of slick, sharp-tongued detectives like The Shadow and Sam Spade. But where those blokes leaned hard into the tough-as-nails, gritty vibe, The Falcon mixed it up — charm, cheek, and a dash of danger. He was your classic gentleman sleuth, smooth as, but always keen to …

We meet Elara, a woman marked by strange, glowing bottles that appear on her windowsill each night — bottles that steal away more than just sleep. As the bottles multiply, her body weakens, her world unravels, and she is drawn deep into a city beneath the city, a labyrinth of rusted gears, humming pipes, and pale figures suspended in glass. Support…