Stories Fables Ghostly Tales Podcast

Two tales braided by one question: what happens when the things meant to protect us—skin and silence—start letting something else in?

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G’day you legends!

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. Our first tale, Walk in Darkness, drags us into a world where unseen presences haunt every step, and paranoia itself becomes the villain.... Then, in The Hunt, the primal roles of predator and prey blur into a psychological dance, proving that fear is the most relentless pursuer of all. Finally, we step into the world of Macabre (1961), short-lived but unforgettable. Its episode Final Resting Place contemplates the inevitability of death and the chilling certainty of fate, wrapping us in a grim but poetic meditation on where all journeys end. But wait—there’s more. Inspired by tonight’s stories, I’ve also crafted a brand-new original song: Shadows Never Die. It thr

Hello my wonderfully curious listeners, supporters and friends!

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, quarries echoing with the sound of work, families filling the diners and shops. But now, it’s a skeleton. Empty windows, crumbling sidewalks, and the kind of silence that makes you wonder if something’s listening beneath it. And on the farthest edge of this forgotten town lies a building the people no longer claim. Its walls sag. Its windows are broken. And yet, within its decay, there is one thing untouched. One impossible place. A place children dare each other to see, but none stay long enough to truly find. This is where our story begins.... What lies behind those walls isn’t just a ghost, or a monster, or even a curse—at least not in the way you might expect

....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 subtle—at first. A strange mark in the dirt. A street that feels a little too still. People looking at you like they’re waiting for you to speak, even though you haven’t said a word. And under it all, a slow, inevitable pull toward something buried deep below the town. The Town of Mouths is my newest long-form horror story— If you’ve been craving slow-burn dread, strange patterns, and body horror that will make your skin crawl, this is it! The first is the holes. Small at first, perfectly round, edges too clean for weather or tools. They never seem to fill with water, never echo, never catch the light. Drop something in—anything—and you won’t hear

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... he’s not quite right. At first, it seems like solitude will be the biggest threat. Then the fire starts burning without wood. Then the forest starts whispering in the ranger’s own voice. And then, the boundaries — both mental and physical — begin to unravel. This is a story about watching, about being watched, and about the terrible things that live in repetition — the loops we don’t realize we’re in until we can’t leave them.

Michael Shayne | Gunfire and Gambling!

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, but ever-present. Like something just beyond the tall wheat, watching. Support the Podcast and help it grow!

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 Podcast and help it grow!