Rank #1: Episode 5: The Lizzie Borden Trial
Nov 03 2017
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Oct 27 2017
Rank #3: Episode 3: Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark
Oct 20 2017
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Greetings fellow ghouls and ghosts and fans of horror and the macabre,I am Lady MCreepsta. Welcome to my domain.This is where you will find the creepiest and scariest stories on the internet... and beyond... narrated by yours truly.So come. Turn the lights down low. Sit and join me. For tales of ghosts and demons, beasts and madness and everything in between.
Rank #1: Hoarder by Clever Boy | Creepypasta.
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Rank #2: Nobody Swims at 2PM by Jennifer Winters | Creepypasta.
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Coppershock is a story telling channel in the form of old radio Foley sounds and music. Sit back and enjoy tales of horror read by Tasha Wheelhouse. Some tales are based on true accounts while others, tell of dark monsters who go bump in the night.
Rank #1: Wandering Man.
[vc_separator color=”black”] When there’s so much wilderness, how do we know we’ve discovered every animal out there? http://www.coppershock.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/04/wandering-man-MP3.mp3 [vc_separator color=”black”][vc_custom_heading text=”See below for Authors additional notes, and full episode transcript!” font_container=”tag:h2|text_align:center|color:%23ad8027″][vc_tta_tabs][vc_tta_section title=”Submit Your Story Here!” tab_id=”1472045084102-cda97c18-5523″][vc_text_separator title=”CONTACT” color=”turquoise”][contact-form-7][/vc_tta_section][vc_tta_section title=”Episode Transcript” tab_id=”1472045084202-9b157b8c-333f”][vc_text_separator title=”TRANSCRIPT” color=”turquoise”] INTRO: Cameron looked out over the fall bitten forest, the sun was setting over the treetops. He leaned up against his jeep cruiser blocking the National Park Service emblem painted on it’s side. They would be closing up roads soon, the summer season had wound down to standstill, Wrangell St-Elias was a mammoth of a park in Alaska. Over twelve thousand square miles of blank land. The wind blew and Cameron could hear geese overhead quacking as they flew southbound. That night he lay back staring up to the top of his blue tent and slowly fell asleep. He awoke to pitch darkness in his tent. A palm pressed into the side dragging itself horizontally along the fabric toward the hatch. Silently Cameron reached down to his left. But it was empty. His belt, flashlight, gun and everything else….was gone. A “click” sound from outside, and whatt looked a circular light through the blue vinyl to his right. He was sure it was his flashlight. The pressed palm lead its way down toward first zipper and began to pull the hatch open…… I’m Tasha Wheelhouse and this is CopperShock. BODY: I wrangled my fingers on my hospital blanket, took a deep breath and began to tell my story to the Park Ranger sitting next to my bed. “Sir to begin my story I was out with my friends. We’d been doing camping trips at Zion National Park for years. First our parents would take us up, but now that we were old enough they had no problem with us going on our own. I wanted to get in my last little hike in before the sun totally went down for the night. Tommy offered to come with me because… well.. Because it’s smart to have a buddy system.The hike over to the edge wasn’t so bad but everyone else just wanted to stay at the campsite and wait for dinner. By the time Tommy and I reached the cliffside, the sun was slowly lifting up from the ground. The back of my neck was getting sunburned and I could tll. Tommy was below me about 10 feet. He and I started to talk about making plans for next summer until tommy put his weight somewhere bad. I heard the cliff face crack and shift. When I looked down Tommy lost his grip and began to fall tumbling over himself. My heart skipped a beat watching him. Thankfully he grabbed edge again sliding his heels against the rocks and bushes. The broken off side of the cliff tumbled below, leaving a huge tail of dust as it dominoed other rocks on it’s way down. I looked underneath my feet where I had just been climbing and a gigantic chunk of the wall was completely gone. I sat there staring down at Tommy who now had a 20 foot gap on me. I called down to Tommy to see if he was alright. He said his hand was bleeding, and his wrist sprained but he was basically fine. I had nowhere to go but “up” on this rock face. Reaching the edge I thought “What luck” I was standing next to a stamped out trail in the dirt. I called down to Tommy and I said: “Hey, there’s a trail up here. I’ll follow it down and meet you back at camp.” Tommy gave me this look ‘you idiot we don’t split on hikes’. I eventually convinced him that it’s worse for me to try to climb down a rock face that was obviously unstable, and worse for him to climb up with an injured wrist. Soon as Tommy was gone, I turned my heel to start walking down the trail. I saw no signs to indicate if I was headed toward the end or the start of the trail. I kept walking through the sand as it wound up and down between hills and crags. I got out my pocket flashlight because the sun finally set.” The Park Ranger grunted looking down at his pad and paper shifting in his seat next to my bed. “My flashlight was pointing that direction as I held it in my mouth to tie my shoelace back up.” “Saw what?” The Ranger looked up from his pad waiting for my answer. “A staircase.” He then sighed and looked back to his paper and pen. “No you don’t get it.Copy and pasted out of some old victorian home. That it looked brand new, and it was in the middle of nowhere. I got curious and decided to walk over. I remember looking at the steps and thinking that they didn’t have any red dirt on them. That’s impossible, desert wind rolls that stuff everywhere. With my hand on the railway I had the strangest sensation of being shocked. This made zero sense I was touching wood. And at the top the view was gorgeous. A whole section of Zions Park I don’t think I’d never seen before. It was like looking at a God created painting in a gallery with all the lights turned off. It was then I felt something wet on my arm. Like a drop of rain, but when I went to wipe it off I felt it smear in a funny way that didn’t feel like water. And my stomach started to feel strange, twisted around in a way. A bird screech to my left made me jump. Raising my flashlight toward the sound I saw the back of some guy.” “Can you describe him?” The officer looked at me intently when he asked this. “He had his hands in his pockets, a red hoodie drawn up over his head, boots. The way he stood was feet apart. I looked down to my arm where the smear was and it was blood. A long red streak of it across my forearm like when you wipe your face and then you realize you have a bloody nose? I pointed my flashlight above me. A gigantic hawk was pinned up into a joshua tree, wings spread out. It’s middle cut out letting all it’s insides hang. I turned to face the guy again, he was closer to me. His hands in his pockets, his feet spread casually, and his back facing me. I didn’t even hear him move in the half second I didn’t look at him. I blinked and then he was right in front of me. Hands in his pockets, feet apart, back toward me. I turned to run. He grabbed my arm hard. Which made me drop my flashlight. The glass lense broke popping the bulb inside of it, and everything went dark.” “What did he look like?” “I didn’t see him.” I lied to the officer. “I tripped and fell back. I saw him take a step toward me. Scrambling I finally got myself up. I bounded down it’s steps three steps at a time. Granted it was dark, but my eyes adjusted to the moon. I could see most of the landscape. But I panicked not taking time to find the trail. Because, I heard the screech above me. I started to run, ducking about bushes and feeling sand wade inside the heel of my shoes. Reaching a cliff side I could see what looked like campfire pits in the distance. I was on the verge of tears waiting for it to come back. Him I mean.. I began to scream ‘Help! Help!’ down into the valley. And that’s when the search and rescue volunteer found me.” The Ranger closed his pad and leaned into me. “Miss, you didn’t tell me everything did you?” “I’d rather just forget about the whole thing okay?” The ranger sighed and leaned back into his chair. He had a wary frown on his face. Fear mixed with pity. “I’m going to ask you something and it’ll sound strange. It’s best you don’t mention the staircase again, to anyone.” “Why?” I looked at him. “You weren’t gone for three hours. You were gone for four days. We all expected you to be dead.” I looked at him shocked, I couldn’t understand what he was saying. “You want to tell me what he looked like now?” “Okay just don’t write it down.” He put his hands up as if ‘I surrender’ and crossed them again. “Before I dropped my flashlight. I saw him. But I didn’t see him. His face was blank, hazed over like a soft stretch of skin that has been stapled around his face. No mouth, nose, but his eye’s were indents of misted black. The last screech of the bird I heard came from him.” He nodded sympathetically and tapped my foot with his writing pad. “Yours isn’t the first story i’ve heard. You saw the Wandering Man.” He sighed looking out the window. “A few years ago we had a young girl go missing. Her shoes were found one place, but the rest of her was lodged in a cave asleep, about 5 miles away. When we found her she told us the hazy man took care of her feedin’ her berries. The girl in all honesty should have died of dehydration. The staircases all look different when you see them. Some even are carpeted.” He smiled, and then it quickly went away. “ I don’t understand them, and we don’t talk about them as they are more or less a bad Omen. Evil. Do you understand?” I nodded but It sounded so crazy. “I’ll give you another one. A ranger under me couple years back said he saw a man standing at the top of an edge of a while doing his rounds alone. Told me he thought it looked like some hiker who fancied himself to be some kind of mountain goat, and got himself stuck. But when he got out of his truck the Wandering Man was up the road from him, and not at the top of the mount where he KNEW he saw him. Now, there’s no way on this good green earth a human could have moved that quickly and quietly. At least, that’s the story he told me before he resigned. There’s more stories but I’ll ask you the same I asked that ranger before he left, keep this one to yourself. For your sake, and others.” “What others?” “I wish I could explain more, but I really can’t. Promise me you’ll keep this one quiet?” His warning was chilling, but from what he was telling me it wasn’t unwarranted. I nodded. Tommy then appeared in the door with a huge bouquet and a get well card. The ranger smiled at him and said. “Ah here he is. This young man worked for hours looking for you. Said he felt pretty responsible for you going missing. Have a good night.” The Ranger shook Tommy’s hand and walked out the door. I felt light headed, and while I was happy to see Tommy again, I was distracted the whole time thinking about the Ranger and his warning to me. I’d been gone for four days? To this day I’ve never found a strange staircase again. According to the Ranger that’s a good thing. OUTRO: Thank you for listening, please subscribe if you enjoyed this as I release stories here weekly at Coppershock. If you’d like to reach out to us here at the chanel our email is firstname.lastname@example.org. Please check out any additional information on our Coppershock website at www.coppershock.com. And Coppershock is proud to announce the launch of joining Patreon. Please go onto Patreon search for “Coppershock” to see any additional member benefits such as PDF Transcripts of stories, exclusive monthly recordings, and hardcopy story collections. These stories are copyright of Coppershock and produced by me Tasha Wheelhouse. Thank you for listening and I’ll see you next week. [/vc_tta_section][vc_tta_section title=”Authors Additional Notes” tab_id=”1472045309379-8e777c6b-f431″][vc_btn title=”Click here for more on this episode!” color=”warning” size=”lg” align=”center” link=”url:http%3A%2F%2Fwww.coppershock.com%2Fadditional-authors-notes-wandering-man-episode-9%2F||” button_block=”true”][/vc_tta_section][/vc_tta_tabs] The post Wandering Man appeared first on Copper Shock Horror Podcast.
Rank #2: Double Dare.
[vc_separator color=”black”]Be careful when playing “Truth or Dare”, there may be consequences. http://www.coppershock.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/Double-Dare-Multitrack-1.mp3[vc_separator color=”black”][vc_custom_heading text=”See below for Authors Additional Notes, and full episode transcript!” font_container=”tag:h2|text_align:center|color:%23470172″][vc_tta_tabs][vc_tta_section title=”Submit Your Story Here!” tab_id=”1472043539496-6708db48-0cbe”][vc_text_separator title=”CONTACT” color=”turquoise”][contact-form-7][/vc_tta_section][vc_tta_section title=”Episode Transcript” tab_id=”1472043539621-4678d99c-4dce”][vc_text_separator title=”TRANSCRIPT” color=”turquoise”]INTRO: Schools are the first place we learn to have independence as children. A new environment away from home where the rules are stipulated by people we barely know and are told to trust. A kingdom where we are able to ask questions. Questions that perhaps our parents would not know the answer too. Is there such a thing as too much school spirit? I’m Tasha Wheelhouse and this is Coppershock. BODY: The radio softly pulsed “I’m Gonna Be” by the Proclaimers. It was the new hit that year in 1994, and the radio stations could not get enough of it. My school was a mecca of kids, Grade K through Grade 5. Recess was held at the exact same time for all classes. A flood of children ran to the play area staking out their territory when the bell rang. My territory was often sitting on the monkeybars overlooking a wide soccer field of green grass. I hung upside down looking at the far edge of the school’s field. A chain link fence separated the school from a row of houses, their backyards facing us. “It’s time for a new game!” Alyssa whined. “What game?” I asked. “Truth or Dare!” she smiled at me. Alyssa rounded up a group of kids from my class, and we sat down in a circle. The first few rounds went by as normal until Alyssa pointed toward me. “Okay Tasha. Truth or Dare?” “Dare.” I said bored. “I dare you to walk up to the grey house.” She pointed to the chainlink fence on the far side of the playground. Most of the houses looked fine, but the Grey house…. Everyone in school knew that it was haunted. No one played near there not even the big kids. I looked over Alyssa’s shoulder making eye contact with the sunken face of the Grey house. The yard was barren of any vegetation, save for dead pine trees, their trunks bent over from too many winters bowing to the ground, and the windows were always dark. I looked back to Alyssa. She had the most sinister grin on her face. All my friends stared at her then back to me waiting to see what I would do. “Unless you’re scaredy cat. I double dog dare you.” Alyssa eye’s narrowed. Now she was just playing dirty. I felt my face grow hot from the insult, I was edging on wanting to cry. I knew I would cry from embarrassment if I didn’t go through with it. “How close?” I clarified. “How about this.” Alyssa said. “You get as close as you can before you get scared, then I’ll try to beat it, then you’ll try to beat my record, and then keep going just like that until one of us has gotten close enough, and the other is too scared.” I felt my stomach drop. I had to go lots of times? Get closer each time? I felt cheated. We weren’t really going to play ‘Truth or Dare’ at all. Allyssa “Double Dared” me, and now I can’t go back on it. I stood up dusting off the brown dirt from my knees and began to walk to toward the grass. The layout of our playground had levels. A higher level, where the school stood, had jungle gyms, and a paved road with hopscotch squares painted. The field, was a lower level. You had to take large wooden stairway down the side of the hill to reach the grass. I was at the bottom of the hill and now and looked behind me. My group of friends had gathered at the top of the stairs to watch me from there. This was after all, a spectator sport. I took in a large breath holding it, then letting go. Some kids from another class were passing a ball to one another. They looked up at me, then continued on playing. I felt how dry the grass was underneath my sneakers. Flagstaff Arizona may have been in the mountains, but it was also classified as a dessert too. I was about 20 feet away from the fence when I stopped. I realized for the first time I couldn’t hear anyone anymore. I felt so alone. I was in a blackout zone of the playground. I turned my heel and sprinted away from the fence back to my friends on the other side of the field. Panting out of breath, I doubled over on my knees. My friends cheered and clapped. I looked up to Alyssa and said “Your turn.” She gave a smug look and joyfully skipped down the stairway toward the field. I faced outward standing next to everyone who all seemed to have a look of terror on their face again. It was happening all over. I saw her stop, turn, and wave to the group of us. What a show off I thought. But it was true, she did get closer to the haunted house than me. She didn’t run like a wuss, she walked back taking her time sauntering as she went. As she stepped up the stairs, she called to me. “Your turn.” “Weren’t you scared at all?” A friend from the group protested aloud. “A little bit. But Tasha didn’t get that close. I bet she wouldn’t even look inside the house at all.” My friends laughed and one of them high fived Alyssa. “Rad!” She said happy. She was celebrating, she didn’t think I’d actually challenge her. I stomped past her taking the flight of stairs to the field again. Her face immediately dimmed. I was determined to blow all of their minds, prove once and for all that I was braver than any of them, and get back at them for all laughing at me. My adrenaline of pride suddenly wore off as I reached my previous threshold where I’d stopped before. I didn’t really think about my plan this far ahead as I just wanted to show up Alyssa. Look inside the house? I’d heard that there was a ghost in there. I was told if you looked at the ghost for too long you’d go insane, and your parents would need to take you somewhere far away. To shorten the risk of accidentally seeing the ghost before I was close enough to please my classmates, I came up with a plan. I would stare down at my feet as I walked toward the haunted house. Look up really quick, then come back to my friends. That would fulfill the contract of what Alyssa wanted. Pointing my head toward my feet, I began to walk. I could hear whistling of the wind, the pine trees blowing around, and distant screams of happy children playing games. Just then I saw the bottom edge of the chain link fence. My heart started to quicken. This is it, all I need to do is look up and then run. My eyes pressed shut as I tilted my head up. On the count of three. One…….. two………..THREE! I flew open my eyelids to stare into the mouth of childhood hell. But…. this house wasn’t grey, it was green? I looked around me. I had missed the grey house. Didn’t matter, I made it all the way to the fence right next to the house. I’d done it better than Alyssa, and that was good enough for me. I started hearing a tap…tap….tap…on glass. The rule of thumb for a kid, is if you can’t see it, it cannot see you. But I saw her. The back of her, through a window with no dressings. She had a long faded blue dress. Tumbling over her shoulders were knots of uncombed brown hair. Her head cocked the side so far it made her neck look broken. I felt my feet cemented to the ground staring into the window. Tap..tap.. There was that sound again, and louder, but where was it coming from? My eye’s glanced toward another window of the house. This one closer to me. The woman was facing me. One hand with a long cracked fingernail tapping on the glass. Pointing at me. White eye’s glossed over stared ahead from her angled neck. I screamed falling backward into the scratchy dry grass. I picked myself up. and ran so swiftly I could hardly breathe. Before I made it all the way to the stairs Alyssa was on her way down, and passed me on the field ignoring me as I begged her not to go back there. I stood there on the field watching her power walk her way straight to the Grey house. Alyssa’s determined march was compelling to watch, but I could not fathom going anywhere near that place again. I saw her reach out her hand to touch the fence. And then… she stayed there looking into the windows. I saw her dart her head looking from window to window panicked. Just then, Alyssa screamed and fell to the ground. “Alyssa, Alyssa get up.” I yelled. I looked around to find an adult but none of them were close enough. My friends at the top of the stairs all started to call out to her a panic raising in their voices. Alyssa started to convulse and stretch her arms in wild directions beating the back of her head against the ground. Without thinking I bolted running toward her. I had a lead on all the other friends who bounded down the wooden steps after me to come help. This wasn’t a game anymore. I got closer and slid on the grass next to her. “Alyssa?” I said. She continued her seizure, and the other kids ran up. I yelled at them. “Don’t look into the windows! Go get a grown up! Hurry!” Alyssa’s convulsions started to pass, and to my relief three adults came over hastily. One of them being the Vice Principal picking her up in one swoop and carrying her away practically running across the field toward the school. I was left alone next to the chainlink fence. My back facing the windows of the Grey house. TAP…TAP…TAP…TAP….. She can’t see me, If I can’t see her….. TAP.. TAP…. More forcefully wanting me to turn around and look. Slowly I felt myself walking away from the fence, not to look back. I tried to tell the grown ups what happened, but the moment I said “ghost” I could see everyone stopped listening to me. Alyssa’s parents were furious. Later Alyssa told me she wasn’t allowed to play with me anymore. That I’d hurt her somehow because she’s never had seizures before. I laid down in my nightgown tucking the blankets up to my chin. I shared a room with my big sister, Her back facing me and sound asleep. My home back then was nestled in the Highlands gate community. All large homes with large golf fields and forests for backyards. The windows were wide, but they had blinds. The door to the patio however was a long glass panel that looked out into the black mouth of the Flagstaff Forest. No curtain on this door. I fell asleep and woke up in the middle of the night needing to go to the bathroom. As I’m about to sit up from behind me I heard on the glass patio door….. Tap…..tap….Tap… I froze not moving a muscle. I started to cry quietly. Methodically, I sat up sideways facing my wall. Climbing out of my bed backward I reached my feet for the floor of my darkened room. I faced my wall edging myself along it. At last I felt my hand grip the door handle to the hallway. Turning it quietly, so as to not wake up my sister. The Tapping got louder. I slipped into my pitch black hallway and slowly shut the door. Tears streaming down my face, I could still hear it through the wood. That night I begged my parents to use their bathroom and sleep with them. The only excuse I gave them was that I had a nightmare and refused to explain it further. I’m grown up now but, I never sleep in a rooms where windows don’t have covers on them. For if a glass window is uncovered I anticipate that tapping sound. You can tell me it’s the wind picking up rocks and knocking the window pane. But I know, that It’s that woman. And If I can’t see her, she can’t see me. OUTRO: Thank you for listening, this episode of Coppershock was produced by me, Tasha Wheelhouse. If you liked this episode, please take a moment and rate this channel on itunes. Your ratings help this channel grow and every vote is appreciated. This recording is available on podcast, with new episodes released weekly. Please check out any additional content on the Coppershock.com website. I hope to see you next week! [/vc_tta_section][vc_tta_section title=”Authors Additional Notes” tab_id=”1472043811329-7b7a74d0-ce96″][vc_btn title=”Click HERE for more on this Episode!” color=”warning” size=”lg” align=”center” link=”url:http%3A%2F%2Fwww.coppershock.com%2Fadditional-authors-notes-double-dare-episode-11%2F||” button_block=”true”][/vc_tta_section][/vc_tta_tabs]The post Double Dare appeared first on Copper Shock Horror Podcast.
Midnight Horror is a series of short scary stories created and narrated by Rachel Craig. New epsiodes monthly.
Rank #1: Away From It All.
Alex Briston decides to drop everything is his life and move to a quaint little cabin in the woods. Little did he know that unseen horrors awaited him...
Rank #2: The Red Candle.
It's Tracy's 10th birthday and her mother Meridith is getting ready with a big party. However, her party also falls on the night of the blood moon when evil spirits are known to cross into our realm....Mindnight Horror was created by Rachel Craig and is an Evil Kitten Production.Theme was created by Daniel Carl with additional music by Kevin MacLeodTWITTER: @midnitehorrorFACEBOOK: facebook.com/midnighthorrorpodcastPLEASE LEAVE A 5 STAR RATING AND REVIEW ON ITUNES!
A monthly anthology of loosely-related horror and horror-comedy stories set in the fictional Harbor City.
Rank #1: Episode 3.
“The Driver: Safe Room” written by Mike Kooistra “Cannibal Hobo Nightmare” written by Reverend Bacon Includes a special track from Memphis local punk band SVU. The driver is so close to finding Naomi, but there’s something supernatural about her captors that’s keeping her there. Detective Wurst and Doyle investigate a string of cannibalistic murders. Transcript coming soon!
Rank #2: Episode 10.
“Round and Round” written by Jada Brisentine-Smith. “Hotel Clown” written by James Blaisdell. A group of schoolyard bullies learn the truth about the urban legend of Josie Brown on the Merry-Go-Round. A married couple prepare for a furry convention but there’s a most unusual television program starting. Transcript coming soon!
A collection of creepy short stories ranging from psychological horror to the truly sinister tales. My name is Matthew Dewey, writer and narrator of the Sinister Podcast. If you are looking for a disturbing story to keep you up at night, look no further. These terrifying tales will definitely spook.
Rank #1: 003 - The Underground - A Sinister Podcast Story.
Rank #2: 002 - Scatch - A Sinister Podcast Story.
Welcome to Crepypasta Readings
Rank #1: SCP Readings SCP-049 The Plauge Doctor.
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Rank #2: The Slende man creepypasta readings.
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This is the only podcast where you can listen to your favourite creepy pasta's, while getting your horror pop future fix!We talk movies and video games but most importantly we read, rate and review creepy pasta's.
Rank #1: PTP Episode 50 "5 Random Creepypasta's".
We have hit the 50th episode milestone... finally, and have decided theres no better way to celebrate than by delivering you and all creepypasta episode!!!So there will be no rate and review or horror fix segments today but we do read the following creepypasta's!1. Views of a murder2. The hole in the wall3.Within the walls by Katkatastophe4.Mute by Acaimo5.We Lie by alapanamoSo it's an all creepypasta episode!!! JK I also talk about the book the 5th Wave, but it still is mostly creepypasta's YAY.Download on iTunes or Listen hereMake sure you Like us on FacebookAnd follow us on Twitter @pastapodcastEmail us at email@example.comCheck out our Youtube channel
Rank #2: PTP Episode 49 "The Unseen" and "Mr Smiley".
After a month of absolutely nothing, Pasta Time Podcast is finally back with two spine chilling stories! The creepypasta's in this episode are:The Unseen by Scarletts Amourous KissandMr SmileyI also recap my christmas holidays, review the "Krampus" movie and graphic novel and we look ahead to some horror themed PC games coming out soon.Download on iTunes or Listen hereMake sure you Like us on FacebookAnd follow us on Twitter @pastapodcastEmail us at firstname.lastname@example.orgCheck out our Youtube channel
Cast Macabre runs a wide range of stories from all around the world. Some have classic supernatural tropes, others just take the every day to the extreme, some make you laugh, others shudder, but they're all delightfully dark in some way, and all high quality. We've run stories by new and upcoming authours, as well as established writers, such as Tim Pratt, and the Bram Stoker awarding-winning poet, Marge Simon.Past narrators include, Norm Sherman, Alasdair Stuart, Rish Outfield, and Julie Hoverson
Rank #1: CM36 - The Night Stalker by Raymond Gates.
Read by Barry J. NorthernClick to play or download the MP3.Show NotesClick here to visit Raymond Gates' websiteRenee Chambliss blogs about her experiences narrating for Cast Macabre.Read Unblinking's comments on the High Priest here.Click here to sign up to the Cast Macabre newsletter.Music provided by Mevio at Music AlleySuite Gothique - Toccata by Cambridge Guitar OrchestraSound effects from the Freesound Projectsound-meow1.wav by zippi1.
Rank #2: CM35 - The High Priest by C Deskin Rink.
Read by R. E. ChamblissClick to play or download the MP3.Show NotesSign up for more news and content.Find out more about Ankor Sabat.Narrated by R. E. Chambliss. Voices by Abigail Hilton, Bob Eccles, and a mystery guest!Incidental Fusion provided by Mevio at Music Alley, and also from Venus Vulture, and Nox Arcana
a podcast by Campfire Horror Stories to share quality horror stories and spooky tales, just like we used to do around the campfire. Have a listen, you're in for a bone-chilling experience.
Rank #1: Storytime Ep#1 - Don't Drink The Water by S J Kearney.
The very first episode of the Campfire Storytime podcast! S J Kearney reads one of his short stories, Don't Drink the Water. It is a cosmic horror story inspired by a writing prompt: "Water is a drug which makes our sight see something different from what is supposed to be there, you have stopped drinking water and now you’re seeing some strange things" You can find this story in print here: https://wp.me/p4xBjw-1w Or if you'd like to read more of his short stories, head over to www.campfirehorrorstories.com
I read scary stores, if you like to get scared then listen in, and get scared. Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/zach9998/support
Rank #1: season 4 episode 1 ghosts haunt your dreams.
i read from 101 [terrifying tales] great ghost stories.--- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/appSupport this podcast: https://anchor.fm/zach9998/support
Rank #2: season 4 episode 2 bible verses .
I read from great ghost stories.--- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/appSupport this podcast: https://anchor.fm/zach9998/support
Welcome buds! Tales From The Bud is a Horror Story Telling Podcast hosted by Dr. Haze & Sir Midnight. Back to back episodes of chilling horror stories every week! If you would like to send us a story...just message us on Instagram @charlietayloractor & @pandamoose22 Cover art photo provided by John Salvino on Unsplash: https://unsplash.com/@jsalvino Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/talesfromthebud/support
Rank #1: 3 Terrifying Creepypastas | Episode 432 .
Thank you for letting us read you're perfectly haunting horror stories! Please, do me a favor and give the authors some credit down below :) Story One: The Well By UNKNOWN Story Two: The Second Coming By Hayong ! Be sure to check out his books and beautiful creations on Amazon! https://www.facebook.com/HayongNoSleep/ Story Three: I AM THE APOCALYPSE By Lichtjunger --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/appSupport this podcast: https://anchor.fm/talesfromthebud/support
Rank #2: Please, Stay Away From The Deep Web - Sir Midnight .
In this disturbing episode from the deep web, Sir Midnight tells the tale of a broken man after an experience from the dark part...of the web.--- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/appSupport this podcast: https://anchor.fm/talesfromthebud/support
An Audiobook Podcast Series Featuring Original Short Horror StoriesCheck us out on:Facebook: www.facebook.com/DreadCastAudio/Twitter: twitter.com/DreadCastAudioInstagram: www.instagram.com/dreadcastaudio/Tumblr: dreadcastfiction.tumblr.com/Patreon: www.patreon.com/DreadCastCreated by Shehzar ShahMusic by Sofrozyne.Music: www.youtube.com/channel/UC08XBs9O4-OkDPAJl-RQ3UQ
Rank #1: A DreadCast Christmas Special: Snow Angels.
A DreadCast Christmas Special: Snow AngelsSupport the Show - www.tshirtstudio.com/marketplace/dreadcastCheck us out on:DreadCastAudio.comFacebook: www.facebook.com/DreadCastAudio/Twitter: www.twitter.com/DreadCastAudioInstagram: www.instagram.com/dreadcastaudio/Patreon: www.patreon.com/DreadCastWritten & Narrated by Shehzar ShahMusic by Sofrozyne.Music: www.youtube.com/channel/UC08XBs9O4-OkDPAJl-RQ3UQ
Rank #2: Confessions.
Support the Show - https://www.tshirtstudio.com/marketplace/dreadcastCheck us out on:DreadCastAudio.comFacebook: www.facebook.com/DreadCastAudio/Twitter: www.twitter.com/DreadCastAudioInstagram: www.instagram.com/dreadcastaudio/Patreon: www.patreon.com/DreadCastWritten & Narrated by Shehzar ShahMusic by Sofrozyne.Music: www.youtube.com/channel/UC08XBs9O4-OkDPAJl-RQ3UQ
Quietly Yours is a horror anthology series inspired by classic radio dramas. Tune in each week for a chilling new story!
Rank #1: The Other Woman.
Josie Corrigan is the most hated woman in Britain. In her first interview from behind bars, she tells her side of the story.
Rank #2: The Mannequin.
The owner of a small, independent clothing store is confident that he'll never be caught for his crime. But he can't shake the feeling that he's being watched...
From the coldest spot in the nation comes a collection of chilling tales rendered in beautiful dramatized audio! Frozen Frights: the very best horror and suspense from the Icebox Radio Theater.
Rank #1: Frozen Frights - Ghost Story; VHS.
A man is hired to erase old surveillance tapes, but one proves too tempting to resist.Thanks to the Kevin MacLeod for the great music! “Static Motion” by Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 http://creativecommons.org/licenses/b... Thanks to the Kevin MacLeod for the great music! “Irregular” by Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 http://creativecommons.org/licenses/b...
Rank #2: Frozen Frights - Ghost Story; The Witch.
Please listen with headphones…You've never heard THIS story before...A group of friends aren’t sure what to do about the elderly, pushy landlady who keeps trying to insert herself into their group. Then, the lady let’s slip that she’s a witch and everything changesThanks to the Kevin MacLeod for the great music! “Inexorable” by Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 http://creativecommons.org/licenses/b...Thanks to the Kevin MacLeod for the great music! “Irregular” by Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 http://creativecommons.org/licenses/b...
Can't sleep tonight? You're in the right place. Enjoy the scariest creepy pasta stories or simply come back during your next all nighter. You may never sleep again once you have spent the night listening to this podcast.
Rank #1: Sex Toys.
WARNING: Scary Creepy Pasta Story. Listen at your own risk. You may never sleep again once you have listened to this podcast episode.
Rank #2: Incident in Tent City.
WARNING: Scary Creepy Pasta Story. Listen at your own risk. You may never sleep again once you have listened to this podcast episode.