RedCircle VERIFY_TOKEN_485b8d15-c7ad-4eb3-9de8-b0acf1ed27e6 -- Rendered At Sat, 12 Sep 2026 10:08:29 +0000 Spook Central Station https://redcircle.com/shows/spook-central en Spook Central Spook Central Station Good evening, guys, ghouls, and girls, and welcome to Spook Central Station - the central place for all things spooky! I’m your host, Spook… or Belinda, whichever you prefer! 👻 And I’m here to bring you thrills, chills and hopefully a few sleepless nights with my content. So, what can you expect here at Spook Central Station? Scary stories, true crime and mysterious cases, creepy games and sometimes games that are not creepy at all! 🎮 You can also join me as I explore haunted locations investigating the unexplained, dissect horror movies, and dive into all sorts of strange, spooky, and downright unsettling content. There really is something for everyone here at Spook Central Station. You can connect with me across my other social media platforms. You’ll find all of those through my Linktree, which is linked in the description below. So, grab a cosy blanket, turn down the lights, and settle in… Because you never know what might be waiting for you around the corner. Thank you so much for watching, thank you for your support, and as always… Stay spooky. 👻 485b8d15-c7ad-4eb3-9de8-b0acf1ed27e6 Support This Podcast Good evening, guys, ghouls, and girls, and welcome to Spook Central Station - the central place for all things spooky!

I’m your host, Spook… or Belinda, whichever you prefer! 👻 And I’m here to bring you thrills, chills and hopefully a few sleepless nights with my content.

So, what can you expect here at Spook Central Station?

Scary stories, true crime and mysterious cases, creepy games and sometimes games that are not creepy at all! 🎮 You can also join me as I explore haunted locations investigating the unexplained, dissect horror movies, and dive into all sorts of strange, spooky, and downright unsettling content.

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Because you never know what might be waiting for you around the corner.

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]]> episodic no Spook Central Station spookcentralstation@gmail.com https://feeds.redcircle.com/485b8d15-c7ad-4eb3-9de8-b0acf1ed27e6 false full They Never Left (The Chamber Beneath) - Part Five They Never Left (The Chamber Beneath) - Part Five 5 8 Spook Central Station THEY NEVER LEFT Chapter Five – The Chamber Beneath The footsteps stopped. Not gradually. Instantly. Thousands of them. One moment, they echoed through the corridor beyond the blast door. The next... absolute silence. No breathing. No shifting stone. No movement. Nothing. The kind of silence that made every heartbeat sound deafening. Except... the heartbeat from below the platform had also stopped. For the first time in nearly two weeks, Black Ridge Observatory was completely quiet. It should have been a relief. Instead, every instinct Ethan possessed screamed that something had gone terribly wrong. Miguel was the first to move. He crossed to the blast door and slammed his fist against the emergency release. Nothing. He tried again. Still nothing. "The hydraulics are dead." Sarah checked the control panel. "No..." She looked confused. "They're responding." "What do you mean?" "The system thinks the door is open." Everyone stared at the thick slab of steel sealing the chamber. "It knows we're outside," she whispered. Director Cross walked slowly to the center of the platform. She looked older than Ethan had ever seen her. Not tired but worn down. Like someone who had spent decades trying to outrun a nightmare she knew would eventually catch her. "We've reached the point where Acheron failed." Ethan stepped beside her. "Then tell us everything." Cross remained silent for several seconds. Finally... she nodded. Acheron STATION – ANTARCTICA January 1989 "I wasn't the director," Cross began. "I was only a junior analyst." "Our job wasn't astronomy." "It was containment." She looked toward the endless pit. "Acheron was built over another doorway." "Just like Black Ridge." "We didn't know they were connected." Lisa frowned. "Connected how?" Cross swallowed. "We believed each site was isolated." She gave a bitter laugh. "They aren't." She pointed toward the glowing symbols surrounding the chamber. "There are twelve." "Twelve observatories." "Twelve doorways." "Twelve locks." The realization settled over the group like ice. "Twelve..." Ethan whispered. "The radio dishes." Cross nodded. "Twelve observatories were constructed after the Second World War." "Officially, they were astronomical research facilities." "Unofficially..." "They were prisons." Miguel stared at the pit. "For what?" Cross didn't answer immediately. Instead... she reached into her jacket and unfolded a yellowed sheet of paper. Its edges were brittle with age. Across the top, faded government lettering read: PROJECT SHEPHERD Below it... a single sentence. UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES SHOULD THE TWELVE SITES COMMUNICATE. Lisa felt her stomach turn. "The signal..." Cross nodded. "We weren't supposed to receive it." Sarah frowned. "But nobody pointed the dishes." "No." Cross looked toward the ceiling. "They pointed themselves." A loud metallic creak echoed somewhere beneath the platform. Everyone instinctively looked into the darkness. Something moved. Far below. Too large to identify. Not climbing. Walking. Slowly. Methodically. Circling. The beam from Miguel's flashlight disappeared long before reaching it. Whatever was moving remained hidden. Only its footsteps reached them. One... every twenty-seven seconds. Ethan suddenly remembered Arthur's words. "The universe goes quiet to listen." His pulse quickened. "What if..." Everyone turned toward him. "What if the heartbeat isn't coming from space?" No one spoke. He looked into the abyss. "What if space is answering it?" Lisa hurried back to the reel-to-reel recorder. "There has to be more." She searched beneath the machine. Hidden inside a rusted drawer were three additional tapes. Each labeled only with dates. 1962 1989 UNKNOWN She inserted the oldest tape. The recorder clicked. Static. Then another voice. Female. Older. Calm despite obvious exhaustion. "Containment Log 218." The tape hissed. "We have determined that the entities are incapable of opening the doors." Sarah exhaled softly. "So we're safe." The recording continued. "However..." Everyone froze. "...they do not need to." Silence. "Eventually..." The woman's voice cracked. "...someone always opens them." The tape skipped ahead. Gunfire echoed faintly in the background. People shouting. Metal scraping against stone. Then... "Destroy every telescope." Another burst of static. "Never let the sites synchronise." The recording ended abruptly. Miguel looked slowly around the chamber. "Twelve observatories..." Lisa finished the thought. "Twelve radio arrays." Sarah whispered, "They're not listening." Ethan completed the sentence. "They're talking." The realization struck all of them simultaneously. The dishes weren't receiving an alien transmission. They were building one. Each observatory... one piece of a message. Together... they formed something unimaginably larger. The emergency lights dimmed. Just slightly. Then dimmed again. Sarah checked her watch. 2:16 a.m. "No..." Every clock she'd seen since the previous night remained frozen. Yet somehow... her wristwatch had started moving again. The second hand ticked forward. 2:16:48 49 50 The heartbeat hadn't come. Not yet. Cross looked horrified. "It changed." At exactly 2:17... nothing happened. No pulse. No vibration. No sound. Instead... every light in the chamber went out. Darkness. Complete darkness. Ethan couldn't see his own hand. Then... someone struck a match. A tiny flame appeared only a few metres away. Arthur Hayes stood holding it. Perfectly calm. Perfectly clean. As though he'd never disappeared. Miguel gasped. "Arthur!" The old astronomer smiled warmly. "You've taken your time." Ethan stepped forward. "Where have you been?" Arthur looked genuinely puzzled. "Right here." His answer came too quickly. Too smoothly. Like someone repeating a rehearsed line. Lisa noticed something first. His eyes. Arthur's eyes had always been a faded blue. Now... they were completely black. Cross raised her pistol. "Don't move." Arthur sighed. "You always do this." He sounded disappointed. "You ask questions." "You discover the truth." "And then..." He smiled wider. "...you panic." Miguel's voice shook. "Arthur..." The old man tilted his head. "No." "I only look like Arthur." The match went out. Darkness swallowed the chamber once more. Something rushed past Ethan. Cold air. Fast. Impossible. Sarah screamed. Flashlights clicked on simultaneously. Arthur was gone. The soldier accompanying them lay on the floor. His helmet remained attached. His body remained inside his uniform. Everything beneath the neck... was empty. The skin had collapsed inward like discarded clothing. No blood. No bones. Nothing. Just... absence. No one spoke for nearly a minute. Finally Lisa whispered, "It took everything." Cross nodded. "That's what happened at Acheron." A deep mechanical alarm suddenly echoed through the chamber. Not from the old ruins. From the observatory above. Sarah grabbed her radio. Static. Then... a voice broke through. "...Control... to Director Cross..." The signal crackled. "...they're everywhere..." There was Gunfire. And Screaming in the background. "...they came out of the desert..." The transmission dissolved into static. Miguel looked at Cross. "The surface." She nodded once. "They're inside." The blast door behind them shuddered violently. A tremendous impact rang through the steel. Another. Another. Something was trying to get in. Or... trying to get out. None of them knew which possibility was worse. Lisa hurried toward the far side of the chamber. "There!" A narrow stone staircase spiraled downward around the outside of the pit. No one had noticed it before. It hadn't been there. Ethan was certain of it. Cross stared at the staircase. "It only appears..." "When the chamber wakes." Miguel looked toward the pounding blast door. Then toward the staircase disappearing into endless darkness. "We have two choices." "No." Cross became very quiet. "We only have one." She looked into the abyss. "We need to find out what they're protecting." One by one... they stepped onto the ancient staircase. The air grew colder with every level they descended. The walls changed. Natural stone slowly gave way to something impossibly smooth. Black. Featureless. Like polished volcanic glass. After several minutes... Ethan noticed something disturbing. They had descended far deeper than the observatory should physically allow. Hundreds of metres. Then perhaps kilometres. His ears never popped. Gravity never changed. The staircase simply... continued. Lisa checked the laser rangefinder clipped to her belt. Its display flashed an error. Then another. Finally it displayed only two words. DEPTH UNKNOWN Behind them... the light from the chamber disappeared. Ahead... the darkness slowly began to glow. Not with lamps. With stars. Tiny points of light filled the cavern below. Thousands. Millions. Like a night sky buried beneath the Earth. Ethan frowned. "That's impossible." Cross whispered, "No..." Tears formed in her eyes. "I've seen this before." They reached the bottom. There was no floor. Only an enormous black mirror stretching to the horizon. The stars they had seen were not above them. They were beneath the glass. Moving. Slowly. Like living things. Sarah stepped closer. "What are they?" Cross closed her eyes. "They aren't stars." The lights shifted. Hundreds of them turned simultaneously. Looking upward. Looking at the humans standing above them. They were eyes. Countless black eyes opening beneath the transparent surface. Watching. Waiting. Then every single one blinked... at exactly the same moment. The footsteps stopped instantly. Join Ethan Thorne in this horror story as we uncover what waits behind the blast door at Black Ridge.


This episode brings us to the centre of the mystery beneath the facility. Thousands of unseen entities have finally ceased their movement, leaving only silence in the corridor. For listeners following this paranormal investigation, the stakes have shifted from a simple signal to a direct encounter.


We explore the disturbing nature of the chamber beneath and the terrifying reality of what the team has awakened. This supernatural thriller continues the narrative of Ethan Mercer as he realizes the warnings were not just stories, but a desperate plea to keep the door sealed at Black Ridge Observatory.


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Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>The footsteps stopped instantly. Join Ethan Thorne in this horror story as we uncover what waits behind the blast door at Black Ridge.</p><p><br></p><p>This episode brings us to the centre of the mystery beneath the facility. Thousands of unseen entities have finally ceased their movement, leaving only silence in the corridor. For listeners following this paranormal investigation, the stakes have shifted from a simple signal to a direct encounter.</p><p><br></p><p>We explore the disturbing nature of the chamber beneath and the terrifying reality of what the team has awakened. This supernatural thriller continues the narrative of Ethan Mercer as he realizes the warnings were not just stories, but a desperate plea to keep the door sealed at Black Ridge Observatory.</p><p><br></p><p>Subscribe to Spook Central Station for more scary stories and let me know in the comments if you think they should have opened the door.</p><p><br></p><p>Find me and add me on everything over at my Linktree: https://linktr.ee/spookcentralstation</p><p><br></p><p>If you have a story you&#39;d like to share or have me narrate, feel free to email me at:</p><p>spookcentralstation@gmail.com</p><p><br></p><p>Intro / Background Song: https://www.youtube.com/@Jaxius</p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> 81aa81f8-8de5-4c37-99df-4dfb423465c8 https://youtu.be/eOarsh9YB5s Thu, 10 Sep 2026 15:30:01 +0000 826 false full They Never Left (The Forgotten Level) - Part Four They Never Left (The Forgotten Level) - Part Four 4 8 Spook Central Station They Never Left - Chapter 4 (The Forgotten Level) The footsteps continued until sunrise. Not louder. Not closer. Just... constant. Every few seconds, another heavy step echoed up through the foundations of Black Ridge Observatory. No vibration. No measurable seismic activity. Just the unmistakable sound of something enormous walking beneath solid rock. No one slept. By morning, every member of the observatory looked exhausted. Coffee went untouched. Conversations were whispered. Even the military personnel stationed around the facility had abandoned their usual confidence. Several stood outside with their rifles trained toward the ground instead of the horizon. No one questioned why. Ethan spent the early hours reviewing the original construction blueprints. Or at least... what the government had allowed them to keep. The observatory had officially opened in 1983. Three underground levels. Equipment storage. Archives. Power generation. Nothing unusual. Yet something kept bothering him. The elevator controls. Every elevator had buttons labeled B1, B2, and B3. But when he compared the mechanical schematics with the architectural plans... something didn't fit. The elevator shaft continued another twenty-three meters below B3. Ending... nowhere. No room. No corridor. Just an empty shaft extending into solid bedrock. Miguel leaned over Ethan's shoulder. "Someone erased a floor." Director Cross was already waiting for them when they reached the elevator. She didn't seem surprised. "I wondered how long it would take." "You knew?" Ethan demanded. "I suspected." "You suspected there's an entire level missing from the blueprints?" Cross looked at the elevator doors. "No." "I suspected you'd eventually notice." Sarah folded her arms. "You've been lying to us since you arrived." "I've been delaying the inevitable." She reached into her pocket and produced a small brass key. It was old. Far older than the observatory itself. Dark with age, engraved with an unfamiliar spiral pattern that seemed to shift whenever Ethan looked away. Cross inserted the key into a tiny slot hidden beneath the elevator panel. There was a loud metallic click. A button illuminated. B4 None of them had ever seen it before. The elevator descended. B1. B2. B3. Then... continued downward. The familiar hum of machinery faded. The temperature dropped sharply. Condensation formed on the steel walls. No one spoke. The digital floor indicator began displaying symbols instead of numbers. Ancient-looking geometric shapes. Lisa quietly whispered, "...Those are the same symbols from the binary map." The elevator stopped. The doors refused to open. Instead... something knocked. Three slow knocks. From the other side. No one moved. Miguel tightened his grip on his flashlight. Another knock. Then another. Finally... the doors slid open. The corridor beyond was empty. Level B4 looked nothing like the rest of the observatory. The walls weren't concrete. They were carved directly into black stone. Smooth. Almost polished. No construction marks. No reinforcement beams. No wiring. It wasn't built. It had been uncovered. Emergency lights glowed faintly overhead, though none of them could identify a power source. The air felt unnaturally still. Every sound seemed muted. Even breathing. Sarah checked her radio. Dead. Miguel tried his. Nothing. Cross nodded. "They don't work here." "Why?" She didn't answer. The first room they entered had once been a laboratory. At least... that was obvious from the rusting equipment. Desks had collapsed. Glass cabinets lay shattered. Dust covered everything. Except... the chairs. Each chair sat perfectly upright. As though someone had stood up moments before. Ethan noticed something written across one wall. Not painted. Scratched. Thousands of tiny marks. Repeated over and over. DON'T LOOK AT THEM WHEN THEY CLOSE THEIR EYES Lisa frowned. "What does that mean?" No one knew. Farther down the corridor they found photographs. Dozens of them. Black-and-white. Yellowed with age. Scientists standing beside excavation equipment. Military officers shaking hands. Construction crews smiling proudly. The earliest photograph bore a handwritten date. October 3rd, 1958. Arthur had been right. Black Ridge hadn't been built in the eighties. It had existed decades earlier. Hidden. Classified. One photograph caught Ethan's attention. The workers stood around a massive circular hole in the ground. Behind them... a doorway. Perfectly round. Exactly like the one the soldier had entered in Archive B. On the back of the photograph someone had written: "We should never have opened it." The corridor ended at a thick blast door. Unlike everything else below, this door was unmistakably man-made. Steel. Thirty centimeters thick. Painted with faded yellow warning stripes. Above it, embossed into the metal: CONTAINMENT VAULT ONE Miguel slowly looked toward Cross. "What exactly were they containing?" Cross closed her eyes. "I was hoping we'd never find out." The door opened with a long, groaning hiss. Beyond lay a circular chamber nearly fifty meters across. The ceiling disappeared into darkness. Ancient stone surrounded a modern steel platform suspended above a vast pit. The pit had no visible bottom. Their flashlight beams simply... ended. As though swallowed. Around the platform stood twelve enormous stone pillars. Each carved with the same spiraling symbols Lisa had decoded from the signal. At the center of the platform rested a recording device. An old reel-to-reel tape recorder. It was already running. No power cable. No batteries. Yet the reels slowly turned. Waiting. Sarah pressed PLAY. Static filled the chamber. Then... a man's voice. Calm. Professional. The recording crackled with age. "Log Entry One. Dr. Benjamin Hall. July 14th, 1959. We've confirmed the structure predates every known human civilization. Carbon dating is impossible. The stone appears older than the surrounding rock itself." The tape hissed. "Several workers claim they've begun hearing footsteps below the excavation. There is no lower chamber. We have dismissed these reports as stress." The recording skipped. "Log Entry Six." Three workers are missing. No signs of struggle. No exits from the chamber. Another skip. "Log Entry Eleven." The doorway opens by itself now. It only remains open for twenty-seven seconds. Ethan felt every muscle tense. Twenty-seven. Always twenty-seven. The tape continued. "Log Entry Fourteen." We've begun noticing an additional member during headcounts. Every morning there are twenty-three people. Every evening... there are twenty-four." Silence. The recorder clicked. Another voice began. Not Dr. Hall. Someone else. Terrified. Breathing hard. "If anyone finds this... don't trust the photographs." The man sobbed. "They change." A loud metallic bang echoed through the recording. People screaming. Running. Then... one final sentence. Whispered. "It's learning our faces." The tape stopped. No one spoke. The silence felt heavier than the darkness. Finally Miguel broke it. "How many people worked here?" Cross answered quietly. "Twenty-three." Sarah slowly looked at the recorder. The blood drained from her face. "There were twenty-four voices on that tape." Something moved. Not in the chamber. Behind them. Every flashlight swung toward the doorway. Nothing. The corridor remained empty. Then Ethan noticed it. The group's shadows. There were six of them. Ethan. Lisa. Sarah. Miguel. Cross. The soldier accompanying them. Six shadows. He counted again. Seven. One extra shadow stretched across the stone floor. But no seventh person stood there. The extra silhouette slowly lifted its arm. No one else moved. It pointed toward the pit. Then... it stepped forward. Its owner... did not exist. The shadow disappeared over the edge. Seconds later... something impossibly deep below answered with a heartbeat. THUMP The entire chamber trembled. Dust drifted from the unseen ceiling. Then another sound followed. Not a heartbeat. A breath. Long. Ancient. Patient. As though something beneath the platform had just awakened after sleeping for millions of years. Miguel backed away from the edge. His flashlight slipped from his hand. It fell into the pit. Everyone watched the beam descend. Five seconds. Ten. Fifteen. Twenty. Thirty. Still falling. Then... the light stopped. Not because it hit the bottom. Because something caught it. Far below, beyond any reasonable depth... a pale hand emerged from the darkness. Too large to belong to any human. Its fingers wrapped gently around the flashlight. For a moment... the beam illuminated a face. Gray skin. Featureless except for two enormous black eyes. It smiled. Then the light went out. The chamber's emergency lights flickered violently. Every symbol carved into the twelve pillars began glowing with a faint blue light. Lisa stared at them in horror. "They're changing." The symbols weren't glowing. They were moving. Like thousands of tiny insects crawling beneath translucent stone. The spiral patterns slowly rearranged themselves into new shapes. Letters. English. One pillar. Then another. Then another. Until every pillar displayed the same sentence. THE DOOR REMEMBERS WHO OPENED IT Cross whispered a single word. "No..." Ethan looked at her. "What?" She stared at the pit. Voice trembling for the first time. "Acheron..." No one understood. Then she finished the sentence. "It wasn't the first observatory." A deafening metallic groan echoed through the chamber. The massive blast door behind them began sliding shut. On its own. Miguel lunged toward it. Too late. The door slammed closed with earth-shaking force. The locking bolts engaged. One by one. Six enormous steel pins. Each striking home like the firing of a cannon. They were trapped. Then... from somewhere beyond the sealed door... came footsteps. Not below them this time. Outside. Walking slowly down the corridor. Toward the chamber. One step. Then another. Then another. And there were far more than before. Not hundreds. Thousands. "Some buildings are designed to keep people out.

Others are designed to keep something in.

The worst kind are built to make you forget they're even there."


The door was never meant to be opened.


After the terrifying discoveries beneath Black Ridge Observatory, Ethan and the remaining members of the team are beginning to understand that the strange signal they detected wasn't simply a message from somewhere in deep space.


It was a warning.


As the investigation leads them deeper into the facility, they uncover references to a classified Antarctic installation known as Acheron Station—a place supposedly abandoned decades ago after an unexplained incident.


But the records tell a different story.


Something happened at Acheron Station.


Something the government buried.


And whatever happened there appears to be connected to the strange circular doorway discovered beneath Black Ridge.


Then the team finds an old photograph.


In the background stands a doorway that should not exist.


The same doorway.


The same symbols.


The same impossible architecture.


And written on the back of the photograph are four words:


“We should never have opened it.”


As Ethan begins experiencing memories that don't belong to him, the boundary between the past and present starts to disappear.


And somewhere beneath the frozen darkness of Antarctica...


something is still waiting...


Good evening Guys, Ghouls and Girls! Thank you for watching the latest narrated story.


Please make sure to like, comment and subscribe! Thanks for watching and stay spooky! 👻


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Intro / Background Song: https://www.youtube.com/@Jaxius



Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>&#34;Some buildings are designed to keep people out.</p><p>Others are designed to keep something in.</p><p>The worst kind are built to make you forget they&#39;re even there.&#34;</p><p><br></p><p>The door was never meant to be opened.</p><p><br></p><p>After the terrifying discoveries beneath Black Ridge Observatory, Ethan and the remaining members of the team are beginning to understand that the strange signal they detected wasn&#39;t simply a message from somewhere in deep space.</p><p><br></p><p>It was a warning.</p><p><br></p><p>As the investigation leads them deeper into the facility, they uncover references to a classified Antarctic installation known as Acheron Station—a place supposedly abandoned decades ago after an unexplained incident.</p><p><br></p><p>But the records tell a different story.</p><p><br></p><p>Something happened at Acheron Station.</p><p><br></p><p>Something the government buried.</p><p><br></p><p>And whatever happened there appears to be connected to the strange circular doorway discovered beneath Black Ridge.</p><p><br></p><p>Then the team finds an old photograph.</p><p><br></p><p>In the background stands a doorway that should not exist.</p><p><br></p><p>The same doorway.</p><p><br></p><p>The same symbols.</p><p><br></p><p>The same impossible architecture.</p><p><br></p><p>And written on the back of the photograph are four words:</p><p><br></p><p>“We should never have opened it.”</p><p><br></p><p>As Ethan begins experiencing memories that don&#39;t belong to him, the boundary between the past and present starts to disappear.</p><p><br></p><p>And somewhere beneath the frozen darkness of Antarctica...</p><p><br></p><p>something is still waiting...</p><p><br></p><p>Good evening Guys, Ghouls and Girls! Thank you for watching the latest narrated story.</p><p><br></p><p>Please make sure to like, comment and subscribe! Thanks for watching and stay spooky! 👻</p><p><br></p><p>Find me and add me on everything over at my Linktree: https://linktr.ee/spookcentralstation</p><p><br></p><p>If you have a story you&#39;d like to share or have me narrate, feel free to email me at:</p><p>spookcentralstation@gmail.com</p><p><br></p><p>Intro / Background Song: https://www.youtube.com/@Jaxius</p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> 6df80bf8-5ef8-4376-8ec3-ee7f1b8e2b00 https://youtu.be/DBTBkxuxbBk Thu, 03 Sep 2026 15:30:41 +0000 864 false full They Never Left (The Visitor) - Part Three They Never Left (The Visitor) - Part Three 3 8 Spook Central Station They Never Left - Chapter Three - The Visitor The second heartbeat didn't echo through the observatory. It echoed through the people inside it. Ethan staggered backward, clutching the edge of the operations console as an intense pressure spread through his chest. For an instant, he was certain his own heart had stopped. Across the room, Sarah doubled over, gasping. Miguel dropped to one knee. Even Director Evelyn Cross whose calm had seemed almost inhuman since arriving closed her eyes and steadied herself against the wall. Then the sensation disappeared. Every monitor flickered back to life. Power had returned. Yet none of the backup systems showed signs of restarting. According to every diagnostic screen, the observatory had never lost electricity at all. Sarah stared at the readings. "...That's impossible." "It happened," Miguel muttered. "The computers disagree." Outside... the rainwater covering the desert had vanished. Not evaporated. Just gone. The ground was bone dry. Every puddle. Every creek. Every muddy tire track left by the military convoy... had disappeared as though the storm had never happened. Ethan walked outside just after dawn. The air smelled different. Metallic. Like fresh blood and ozone before lightning. Hundreds of flies circled something near Dish Number Seven. Miguel reached it first. He immediately stopped walking. There should have been footprints surrounding the dish. Instead... the earth was perfectly smooth. Not a single mark. No tire tracks. No animal prints. Not even the footprints they'd left only hours earlier. The red dirt looked untouched. Except for one thing. A circle. Nearly thirty meters across. The soil inside it had turned black. Not burned but changed. Every blade of grass within the boundary had become brittle, gray, and lifeless. Arthur crouched beside it. His weathered fingers brushed the strange earth. He frowned. "This isn't ash." Lisa knelt beside him. "It's glass." Everyone looked at her. "The sand..." she whispered. "It melted." By mid-morning, samples had been sent to the laboratory. The results made no sense. The ground had been exposed to temperatures exceeding three thousand degrees Celsius. Yet nothing had burned. No smoke. No scorch marks. No heat damage. The sand had simply... become something else. At 11:42 a.m., Sarah found the first discrepancy. She was reviewing archived security footage from the previous week, trying to determine exactly when the strange events had begun. She froze. "Ethan." He walked over. "What is it?" She rewound the footage. A perfectly ordinary recording. The cafeteria. Scientists eating lunch. Miguel laughing at one of Arthur's terrible jokes. Nothing unusual. Then Sarah pointed toward the corner of the screen. A reflection. In the cafeteria window. Someone stood outside. Watching. Tall. Motionless. Almost impossible to notice. "What day was this?" Sarah swallowed. "Nine days before the signal." The room became silent. Ethan slowly looked at Director Cross. "You said this started last week." Cross didn't answer. Sarah clicked through older recordings. Ten days. Two weeks. Three weeks. Every single recording contained the same figure. Always in the background. Always watching. No one had noticed before. The figure had been there... long before the heartbeat arrived. That afternoon, Arthur disappeared. No alarms sounded. No doors opened. He simply... failed to arrive for lunch. Miguel searched the observatory. Nothing. Sarah checked security footage. Arthur entered the library at 12:07. He never came back out. The library had only one entrance. No windows. No hidden passages. The footage never cut. He simply... never exited. The search team forced the door. The room was empty. Arthur's reading glasses rested on an open book. His coffee remained warm. His notebook lay open on the table. The final sentence stopped halfway across the page. "The stars are not..." Nothing else. That night... someone knocked on Ethan's door. Three slow knocks. He checked his watch. 2:17 a.m. He opened the door. The hallway was empty. He looked left. Nothing. Right. Nothing. As he closed the door... he heard another knock. Behind him. Inside his room. Ethan spun around. No one. His laptop screen had switched itself on. Words appeared one letter at a time. LOOK OUTSIDE His blood ran cold. The curtains moved gently in the wind. He approached the window. The floodlights illuminated the empty desert. Nothing. Then... he noticed the radio dishes. Every one of them faced the observatory. Not the sky. Not space. The building. As though twelve enormous mechanical eyes were staring directly at him. A shape stood between them. The same impossibly tall figure. Closer than ever before. Its face remained hidden. It slowly raised one arm. Not waving. Pointing. Toward Ethan's room. The lights went out. The emergency generator kicked in after only two seconds. When the lights returned... the figure had vanished. But something else hadn't. Condensation covered the inside of Ethan's window. Someone had written three words across the glass. WE REMEMBER YOU Not from outside. But from inside the room. The next morning, Ethan didn't tell anyone. Not because he thought they'd dismiss him. Because he believed they'd experienced something similar. He was right. Lisa hadn't slept. She claimed she'd spent the night listening to someone humming outside her bedroom door. The melody never changed. Whenever she looked through the peephole... the hallway was empty. Miguel confessed he'd seen Arthur standing in the machine workshop. Alive. Smiling. He'd followed him inside. The room had been empty. Sarah quietly admitted that every computer she touched now displayed files she'd never created. Each file contained a single photograph. The same black sphere behind the Moon. Each image had been taken from a different angle. As if someone... or something... was photographing it from nearby. Director Cross finally spoke. "They've begun observing individually." Silence. Ethan looked at her. "'They?'" Cross took a long breath. "When I was twenty-six years old, I worked at another facility." No one interrupted. "It wasn't called Black Ridge." "It was called Acheron Station." "Western Antarctica." Arthur had mentioned it once. Official records claimed Acheron had been abandoned after structural damage. Cross looked down. "That's the cover story." The room remained still. "We received the same signal." Every face turned toward her. "It lasted thirteen days." "And then?" Cross's expression hardened. "Nobody survived." Miguel leaned forward. "Except you." Cross nodded once. "I wasn't inside." "What happened?" She was silent for several moments. Finally... "The people inside Acheron stopped recognising one another." Lisa frowned. "What does that mean?" "They remembered different lives." Different childhoods. Different parents. Different histories. One scientist insisted he'd been born in ancient Rome. Another claimed Earth had two moons. Another screamed for six hours because everyone else's faces were wrong. Cross's voice had become almost mechanical. "They weren't hallucinating." "They were remembering." "Remembering what?" Ethan whispered. She looked directly at him. "I don't know." That afternoon, military satellites confirmed the impossible. The black sphere had moved. Not across space. Closer. No propulsion. No measurable speed. It was simply... closer than before. Astronomers argued endlessly over the calculations. One estimate placed it nearly fifty thousand kilometers nearer than the previous day. Another insisted it had never moved at all. Neither explanation fit. The only certainty... was that everyone measuring it arrived at a different answer. As if distance itself had become unreliable. Just after sunset... the observatory received a visitor. Not the tall figure. A man. Middle-aged. Dirty. Barefoot. He emerged from the desert carrying no supplies. No vehicle. No water. Nothing. Security stopped him at the gate. He smiled politely. "I've been walking." "For how long?" Miguel asked. The man looked confused. "A few hours." The nearest road was over two hundred kilometers away. He should have been dead. Instead... he appeared perfectly healthy. Cross immediately ordered him detained. The man never resisted. He only asked one question. "Has the heartbeat started yet?" No one answered. He smiled wider. "I thought so." The interrogation lasted nearly four hours. His name was Daniel Rourke. Or at least... that's what he claimed. Government databases contained no record of him. No birth certificate. No driver's licence. No fingerprints. Nothing. It was as though he had never existed. Ethan watched through the observation glass. Daniel seemed oddly relaxed. Almost relieved. Finally, he looked directly toward the mirror. Toward Ethan. Though he shouldn't have been able to see through it. He smiled. Then he said quietly, "You still think they're arriving." Ethan felt a chill spread through him. Daniel's smile widened. "They're not." He leaned closer to the glass. "They've been here much longer than we have." The lights flickered. Just once. When they returned... Daniel Rourke was gone. Not escaped. Gone. His handcuffs remained locked to the chair. The steel table was untouched. The room had no windows. No hidden exits. Only an empty chair... slowly rocking back and forth. At exactly 2:17 that night... every clock inside Black Ridge Observatory stopped. Not failed. Stopped. All displaying the same time. 2:17. Every digital clock. Every wristwatch. Every analogue wall clock. Even the antique grandfather clock in Arthur's office. Time itself seemed to hesitate. Then, from somewhere deep below the observatory... came the sound of heavy footsteps. Not one pair. Hundreds. Slow. Measured. Moving upward. Toward them. Though everyone knew... there was nothing beneath Black Ridge Observatory except solid Australian bedrock. Or at least... that was what the blueprints claimed. Good evening Guys, Ghouls and Girls! Thank you for watching the latest narrated story.


"Every predator has a way of announcing itself. The most dangerous ones don't. They simply let you notice them..."


The investigation deepens as we return to the facility beneath the satellite dishes. A man is held in a stark interrogation room, while cryptic warnings like REMEMBER YOU appear scrawled on the walls. This installment of our creepy mystery follows the team as they confront the unsettling truth about what has been watching them from the shadows all along.


If you enjoy a supernatural thriller, this story will keep you guessing until the very end. We explore the tension between the guards and the disheveled man, piecing together the code and the secrets left behind in this dark facility. These scary stories are designed to keep you on the edge of your seat.


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Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>Good evening Guys, Ghouls and Girls! Thank you for watching the latest narrated story.</p><p><br></p><p>&#34;Every predator has a way of announcing itself. The most dangerous ones don&#39;t. They simply let you notice them...&#34;</p><p><br></p><p>The investigation deepens as we return to the facility beneath the satellite dishes. A man is held in a stark interrogation room, while cryptic warnings like REMEMBER YOU appear scrawled on the walls. This installment of our creepy mystery follows the team as they confront the unsettling truth about what has been watching them from the shadows all along.</p><p><br></p><p>If you enjoy a supernatural thriller, this story will keep you guessing until the very end. We explore the tension between the guards and the disheveled man, piecing together the code and the secrets left behind in this dark facility. These scary stories are designed to keep you on the edge of your seat.</p><p><br></p><p>Please make sure to like, comment and subscribe for weekly content! Thanks for watching and stay spooky! 👻</p><p><br></p><p>Find me and add me on everything over at my Linktree: https://linktr.ee/spookcentralstation</p><p><br></p><p>If you have a story you&#39;d like to share or have me narrate, feel free to email me at:</p><p>spookcentralstation@gmail.com</p><p><br></p><p>Intro Song/Background Music: https://www.youtube.com/@Jaxius</p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> 2dac6619-aed4-4c60-a2ea-2752e402d746 https://youtu.be/dBeao2xfC-w Fri, 28 Aug 2026 15:15:33 +0000 835 false full They Never Left (The Black Sphere) - Part Two They Never Left (The Black Sphere) - Part Two 2 8 Spook Central Station THEY NEVER LEFT Chapter Two – The Black Sphere Nobody moved. Not immediately. The security monitor continued displaying the impossible image. The pale figure clung effortlessly to the ceiling of the underground archive, limbs bent at angles that seemed to ignore anatomy. Its elongated fingers were spread wide against the concrete like the legs of an enormous spider. The fluorescent light buzzed above it, flickering in a rhythm disturbingly close to the twenty-seven-second pulse that had haunted the observatory for days. Then... the feed went black. Not with static. Not with interference. Simply black. Sarah's hands flew across her keyboard. "I've lost Camera C-12." "What about the others?" Ethan asked. She clicked through every camera in the underground level. One by one... each screen faded into darkness. The hallway. The archive. The storage rooms. The emergency stairwell. Nothing. It was as if the cameras were still recording... but light itself had vanished. Miguel was already pulling a heavy flashlight from the emergency cabinet. "I'm going down." Director Evelyn Cross stepped in front of him. "No." Miguel frowned. "If someone's inside—" "If something is inside," Cross corrected quietly, "you are not equipped to deal with it." Arthur looked up sharply. "You've seen this before." Cross didn't answer. Instead, she pressed a finger to the earpiece hidden beneath her hair. Within seconds, the unmistakable sound of helicopter rotors echoed outside. More personnel. More soldiers. All carrying equipment that looked nothing like conventional weapons. Thirty minutes later, the underground archive was filled with armed security teams. Ethan watched from the control room as helmet cameras streamed live footage back to the monitors. Concrete walls. Steel shelving. Dust. Nothing unusual. The first team reached Camera C-12. Its housing had been ripped clean off the ceiling. Not smashed. Not cut. Removed. The mounting bolts remained perfectly intact. Only the camera itself was gone. "Where is it?" Sarah whispered. No one answered. The team advanced deeper. Every camera along the corridor had vanished in exactly the same way. Not broken. Missing. One soldier swept his flashlight across the ceiling. Empty. Another examined the floor. No footprints. No drag marks. No sign that anyone.. or anything.. had ever been there. The squad leader's voice crackled over the radio. "Archive appears secure." Cross nodded once. "Continue." The soldiers reached the final door. ARCHIVE B. Unused since the observatory expanded decades earlier. The electronic lock refused to respond. Miguel frowned. "It shouldn't have power." One of the soldiers forced the handle. The heavy steel door groaned open. Their lights swept across the room. Thousands of old paper files filled rusting shelves. Dust drifted lazily through the air. Everything looked untouched. Then one soldier stopped walking. His breathing became audible through the microphone. "Sir..." "What is it?" "My footsteps." Everyone listened. His boots echoed across the concrete. But there was another sound. A second set of footsteps. Perfectly synchronised. Always one step behind. No matter where he walked. The room was empty. Yet something... was following him. The audio abruptly filled with a deafening low-frequency hum. Every helmet camera glitched simultaneously. Frames skipped. Images smeared. The soldiers shouted over one another. "What is that?" "My compass is spinning!" "I've lost GPS!" One camera briefly stabilized. The viewers in the control room collectively held their breath. At the far end of Archive B stood a doorway. None of the observatory blueprints showed a doorway. It hadn't existed twenty seconds earlier. It was perfectly round. Matte black. No hinges. No frame. Simply... an opening. Inside... there was no light. No darkness either. Just an absence that hurt to look at. One soldier took a cautious step forward. Cross stood abruptly. "No!" Too late. The man crossed the threshold. His camera feed froze. His heartbeat monitor flatlined instantly. No scream. No gunfire. Nothing. He had simply... ceased. The doorway vanished. Leaving only a blank concrete wall. The remaining soldiers ran. None of them spoke until they reached the surface. One helmet camera was missing. No one remembered losing it. That evening, the heartbeat changed. Twenty-seven seconds. Then twenty-six. Then twenty-seven again. Lisa stared at the waveform for hours. Finally she whispered, "It's adapting." Outside... the rain finally stopped. For the first time in days, the sky cleared. Millions of stars filled the heavens. Arthur carried an old brass telescope onto the observation deck. "I want visual confirmation." Ethan joined him. "You don't trust the radio telescopes anymore?" Arthur laughed softly. "I don't trust anything anymore." He adjusted the telescope toward the coordinates of the mysterious signal. Then froze. His face drained of color. "Ethan." "What?" "Come here." Ethan leaned toward the eyepiece. At first... he saw nothing. Then... something moved. Not across space. Across the stars themselves. Imagine standing beneath clouds. Now imagine those clouds were perfectly invisible except where they blocked the stars behind them. An enormous circular shadow drifted silently across the sky. No lights. No engines. No reflection. Only absence. Its edge eclipsed dozens of stars at once. Then hundreds. Then thousands. Ethan slowly stepped away from the telescope. "How..." Arthur whispered. "It wasn't there yesterday." Within hours, observatories around the world began reporting impossible observations. The object had no orbit. No measurable velocity. No infrared signature. Astronomers couldn't calculate its size because every attempt produced different answers. Some estimated fifty kilometers. Others... over five hundred. It was as though distance itself refused to apply. Governments publicly dismissed the reports. The internet filled with blurry images. Most were fake. One wasn't. The photograph spread across social media before authorities removed it. A perfect black sphere. Suspended behind the Moon. No shadows. No reflected sunlight. Simply... black. People called it a camera glitch. An eclipse. A classified satellite. Conspiracy forums exploded overnight. Then the image disappeared from every major website. Except... someone had already downloaded it. Sarah stared at the file on her private laptop. Its timestamp changed every few minutes. Not the creation date. The future date. According to the metadata... the photograph wouldn't be taken for another eleven days. At 2:17 a.m., the observatory lost power. Emergency lights illuminated the corridors in dim crimson. Backup generators failed. Battery systems shut down. Every electrical device died. Except one. The old analogue radio in Arthur's office. A relic from the 1970s. It crackled to life by itself. Static. Then... a voice. Not English. Not any language Ethan recognized. Dozens of voices layered together. Speaking simultaneously. Forward. Backward. Whispering. Crying. Laughing. Sarah began recording. Lisa covered her ears. Arthur leaned closer. The voices stopped. One clear sentence emerged. Soft. Almost gentle. "We found you." The radio exploded. Glass filled the room. Silence returned. Outside... every radio dish slowly began rotating again. No motors. No power. Yet twelve structures weighing hundreds of tons turned in perfect unison. Facing upward. Not toward deep space. Toward the black sphere behind the Moon. The heartbeat came again. THUMP The entire observatory shook. Dust fell from the ceiling. A hairline crack appeared across the concrete floor of the control room. Miguel knelt beside it. "What the..." The crack wasn't random. It curved. Perfectly. Slowly completing itself. A circle. Exactly three meters across. The same diameter as the impossible doorway that had appeared underground. No one spoke. No one moved. Then, from somewhere deep beneath the observatory... something answered. Not with a sound. With another heartbeat. Slower. Far louder. And ancient. As though something unimaginably vast had been sleeping beneath Black Ridge long before the first human ever walked the Australian desert. And now... it knew they were there. Good evening Guys, Ghouls and Girls! Thank you for listening to the latest narrated story.


"Every civilisation believes it will be the first to understand the stars.

None of them realise the stars have been watching back."


The signal has been found.


But Ethan Thorne is beginning to realise that finding it may have been the worst mistake of his life.


After the terrifying discovery beneath Black Ridge Observatory, the team begins uncovering evidence that something has been watching the facility for far longer than anyone could have imagined.


Strange voices appear over the radio.


Security footage captures things that shouldn't be there.


And members of the team begin experiencing disturbing visions of places they've never visited... and people they've never met.


But when Ethan discovers that the mysterious transmission contains a message hidden beneath the signal, one terrifying question emerges:


Who was the message actually meant for?


As the night deepens, the observatory begins behaving in ways that defy every law of science.


Doors open by themselves.


Lights flicker in rooms no one has entered.


And somewhere beneath the facility...


something begins to move.


Put on your headphones, turn down the lights, and whatever you do... don't answer the signal.


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Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>Good evening Guys, Ghouls and Girls! Thank you for listening to the latest narrated story.</p><p><br></p><p>&#34;Every civilisation believes it will be the first to understand the stars.</p><p>None of them realise the stars have been watching back.&#34;</p><p><br></p><p>The signal has been found.</p><p><br></p><p>But Ethan Thorne is beginning to realise that finding it may have been the worst mistake of his life.</p><p><br></p><p>After the terrifying discovery beneath Black Ridge Observatory, the team begins uncovering evidence that something has been watching the facility for far longer than anyone could have imagined.</p><p><br></p><p>Strange voices appear over the radio.</p><p><br></p><p>Security footage captures things that shouldn&#39;t be there.</p><p><br></p><p>And members of the team begin experiencing disturbing visions of places they&#39;ve never visited... and people they&#39;ve never met.</p><p><br></p><p>But when Ethan discovers that the mysterious transmission contains a message hidden beneath the signal, one terrifying question emerges:</p><p><br></p><p>Who was the message actually meant for?</p><p><br></p><p>As the night deepens, the observatory begins behaving in ways that defy every law of science.</p><p><br></p><p>Doors open by themselves.</p><p><br></p><p>Lights flicker in rooms no one has entered.</p><p><br></p><p>And somewhere beneath the facility...</p><p><br></p><p>something begins to move.</p><p><br></p><p>Put on your headphones, turn down the lights, and whatever you do... don&#39;t answer the signal.</p><p><br></p><p>Please make sure to like, comment and subscribe! Thanks for watching and stay spooky! 👻</p><p><br></p><p>Find me and add me on everything over at my Linktree: https://linktr.ee/spookcentralstation</p><p><br></p><p>If you have a story you&#39;d like to share or have me narrate, feel free to email me at:</p><p>spookcentralstation@gmail.com</p><p><br></p><p>Intro Song / Background music: https://www.youtube.com/@Jaxius</p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> 421f6835-5e52-4ef7-894d-ff690c3324cc https://youtu.be/wJ5GPadamkU Thu, 20 Aug 2026 12:30:57 +0000 728 false full They Never Left (The Signal) - Part One They Never Left (The Signal) - Part One 1 8 Spook Central Station THEY NEVER LEFT CHAPTER ONE THE SIGNAL Rain wasn't supposed to fall in the Australian heartland. Yet it had rained for three straight days. The desert surrounding Black Ridge Observatory had transformed into a landscape of cracked earth and shallow pools that reflected a sky the color of bruised steel. Lightning flickered silently beyond the distant hills, illuminating the enormous radio dishes that crowned the ridge like giant white skeletons staring into infinity. The locals had a saying. "When the desert drinks, something wakes." Dr. Ethan Thorne had always dismissed stories like that. He believed in measurable things. Numbers. Physics. Radio frequencies. The universe obeyed laws, and if something appeared impossible, it simply meant humanity hadn't understood the mathematics yet. That certainty was why he had accepted the transfer to Black Ridge. It was one of the most isolated astronomical research facilities on Earth, hidden deep in the outback, more than two hundred kilometers from the nearest township. No city lights polluted the sky. No commercial radio signals interfered with the telescopes. Out here, the silence of space arrived unfiltered. For Ethan, it was paradise. At least... it had been. The observatory housed twelve scientists and engineers, each an expert in their field. Dr. Lisa Chen specialized in signal analysis. Quiet and brilliant, she had a habit of solving impossible mathematical puzzles while absentmindedly humming classical music. Miguel Alvarez maintained the massive dish arrays. Former Royal Australian Air Force, he trusted machinery more than people. Sarah Holloway oversaw the satellite uplinks and communications. She could fix almost any system with a roll of electrical tape and enough coffee. Then there was Professor Arthur Hayes. Arthur had spent forty years searching for intelligent life beyond Earth. He was the sort of scientist who had stopped caring whether colleagues laughed at him. "We're not alone," he'd often say. "The universe is far too old for that." Everyone else agreed. But agreeing something probably existed somewhere... was very different from expecting it to call. At precisely 2:17 a.m., the observatory's silence shattered. Every monitor in the control room flashed red. UNAUTHORIZED DISH MOVEMENT DETECTED Miguel looked up from his maintenance log. "What the hell?" The massive motors outside groaned. One after another, every radio telescope rotated simultaneously. No one had issued a command. Sarah frowned. "I'm locked out." "Locked out of what?" "Everything." Her fingers flew across the keyboard. Nothing responded. The dishes continued turning. Slowly. Deliberately. Until all twelve pointed toward exactly the same patch of empty sky. Then they stopped. Every alarm ceased. Silence returned. For several seconds, no one spoke. Arthur finally broke it. "...Record everything." Lisa routed the incoming data to the central servers. At first... nothing appeared unusual. Background cosmic radiation. Hydrogen emissions. The familiar static hum of deep space. Then the speakers crackled. One sharp burst. Another. A low vibration rolled through the room—not loud, but impossibly deep, as though it had traveled an unimaginable distance before arriving. The waveform appeared on every monitor. Perfect. Symmetrical. Nothing in nature looked like it. "...That's artificial," Lisa whispered. "No," Arthur replied. His voice had become strangely quiet. "It's intentional." The room listened. Twenty-seven seconds passed. Then... THUMP Not through the speakers. Through the building. Coffee rippled in mugs. Computer screens vibrated. The windows trembled. Everyone looked around. "What was that?" Sarah asked. No one answered. Twenty-seven more seconds passed. Again. THUMP This time Ethan felt it in his chest. Not heard. Not seen. Felt. Like standing too close to an enormous engine buried miles underground. Miguel checked the seismic monitors. Nothing. No earthquakes. No heavy vehicles. No weather disturbances. Yet something... had shaken the entire observatory. By sunrise, they had ruled out every obvious explanation. Solar interference. Satellite reflections. Equipment malfunction. Military transmissions. Nothing matched. The signal continued. Exactly every twenty-seven seconds. Never changing. Never drifting. As though the universe itself possessed a heartbeat. Three days later... the government arrived. No warning. Three black helicopters settled onto the landing pad just after dawn. Men and women stepped out wearing plain gray uniforms with no insignias, no ranks, and no names. Their leader introduced herself simply as Director Evelyn Cross. She smiled politely. It never reached her eyes. "From this point forward," she announced, "Black Ridge Observatory is under federal authority." Sarah frowned. "Federal authority for what?" Cross ignored the question. Mobile phones were collected. Internet access disappeared. The satellite uplink was disconnected. Every road leading to the observatory was closed. Officially, they remained free to continue their research. Unofficially... they had become prisoners. That night Ethan couldn't sleep. The heartbeat continued. Twenty-seven seconds. Always twenty-seven. He wandered into the observation dome. Arthur was already there. The old astronomer hadn't shaved in days. Dark circles framed bloodshot eyes. "You hear it too?" Arthur asked without turning around. "Hear what?" "The silence between the beats." Ethan frowned. "What do you mean?" Arthur slowly looked toward him. "I've spent forty years listening to space." He gestured toward the stars. "Space is noisy." Pulsars. Quasars. Gamma bursts. Everything makes noise. But every time that signal pulses... everything else goes quiet. As if the universe itself stops... to listen." A chill crept down Ethan's spine. Arthur wasn't joking. He genuinely looked frightened. The following afternoon, Lisa burst into the control room carrying pages of handwritten calculations. "I've got something." Everyone gathered around. "The interval isn't constant." "It is," Miguel replied. "I measured it." "No." Lisa spread her pages across the table. "The heartbeat stays constant." "The silence doesn't." Tiny differences. Milliseconds, even. Almost impossible to detect. She had converted the pauses into binary. Rows of zeros and ones filled the page. Sarah stared. "...That's impossible." "It gets worse." Lisa typed several commands. The binary transformed into numbers. Prime numbers. Thousands of them. Perfectly ordered. Arthur slowly removed his glasses. "It's mathematics." "No," Lisa whispered. "It's a map." She overlaid the numbers onto a three-dimensional star chart. Gasps filled the room. A pathway emerged. Crossing interstellar space. Passing ancient pulsars. Weaving through black holes. Ending... here. Not Earth. Not the Solar System. Black Ridge Observatory. Nobody noticed Director Cross standing in the doorway until she spoke. "Shut it down." Silence. Arthur folded his arms. "You can't seriously expect us to ignore this." "I don't expect anything." Her voice remained calm. "I am ordering it." Lisa looked horrified. "You already knew." Cross didn't answer. She simply stared at the star map. For just a fraction of a second... her expression changed. Fear. Real fear. Then it was gone. "You've all been working under the assumption that this signal is trying to communicate." She looked around the room. "It isn't." Nobody breathed. "It's searching." That night... every security camera at Black Ridge Observatory failed simultaneously. For exactly twenty-seven seconds. When the feeds returned... someone was standing outside Dish Number Seven. No vehicle had entered. No gates had opened. No footprints appeared in the mud. Just... a figure. Nearly seven feet tall. Perfectly still. Watching the observatory. Its body looked vaguely human beneath the rain. Long arms. Narrow shoulders. An unnaturally elongated neck. Its face was hidden by darkness despite the floodlights aimed directly at it. Miguel zoomed the camera. The image distorted. Pixels tore across the screen. The figure never moved. Sarah switched to thermal imaging. Nothing. No heat signature. No cold signature. It was as though the rain itself refused to touch whatever stood outside. Then... every monitor inside the control room flickered. Once. Twice. Three times. When the picture stabilized... the figure was gone. The dish remained empty. The rain continued falling. No tracks. No evidence. Nothing. Miguel swallowed hard. "...Did anyone open the doors?" Everyone looked at one another. Nobody had. Then the observatory's motion detector chimed. ACCESS DETECTED Not outside. Inside. Sector C. The underground archive. The oldest part of the facility. A place no one had entered in nearly twenty years. The security camera connected. The corridor was empty. Dust drifted lazily through the beam of a flickering fluorescent light. Everything seemed normal. Until the camera slowly... tilted. Not by command. Not by malfunction. As though someone had reached out... and gently turned it upward. There, standing impossibly close to the ceiling, clinging upside down like an enormous pale insect, was the same impossibly tall figure. Its head rotated one hundred and eighty degrees. And for the first time... it smiled. Good evening Guys, Ghouls and Girls! Thank you for listening to the latest narrated story - this is the first part of ten, all of which had me hooked so I do hope you tune into them all if you can.


""There are sounds in the universe that humanity was never meant to hear. This is one of them."


When astronomer Ethan Thorne detects a strange signal coming from deep space, he expects to find evidence of distant life. Instead, he discovers a transmission that appears to be responding directly to him.


As strange occurrences begin spreading throughout Black Ridge Observatory, Ethan and his colleagues uncover disturbing evidence that the signal may not have come from space at all.


Something has been buried beneath the observatory for decades.


Something that was never supposed to be found.


As the mystery deepens, unexplained disappearances, impossible recordings, strange symbols, and terrifying encounters begin to reveal a horrifying possibility...


The aliens aren't coming.


They've already been here.


Please make sure to like, comment and subscribe! Thanks for watching and stay spooky! 👻


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Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>Good evening Guys, Ghouls and Girls! Thank you for listening to the latest narrated story - this is the first part of ten, all of which had me hooked so I do hope you tune into them all if you can.</p><p><br></p><p>&#34;&#34;There are sounds in the universe that humanity was never meant to hear. This is one of them.&#34;</p><p><br></p><p>When astronomer Ethan Thorne detects a strange signal coming from deep space, he expects to find evidence of distant life. Instead, he discovers a transmission that appears to be responding directly to him.</p><p><br></p><p>As strange occurrences begin spreading throughout Black Ridge Observatory, Ethan and his colleagues uncover disturbing evidence that the signal may not have come from space at all.</p><p><br></p><p>Something has been buried beneath the observatory for decades.</p><p><br></p><p>Something that was never supposed to be found.</p><p><br></p><p>As the mystery deepens, unexplained disappearances, impossible recordings, strange symbols, and terrifying encounters begin to reveal a horrifying possibility...</p><p><br></p><p>The aliens aren&#39;t coming.</p><p><br></p><p>They&#39;ve already been here.</p><p><br></p><p>Please make sure to like, comment and subscribe! Thanks for watching and stay spooky! 👻</p><p><br></p><p>Find me and add me on everything over at my Linktree: https://linktr.ee/spookcentralstation</p><p><br></p><p>If you have a story you&#39;d like to share or have me narrate, feel free to email me at:</p><p>spookcentralstation@gmail.com</p><p><br></p><p>Intro and background music: https://www.youtube.com/@Jaxius</p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> a89a22cf-7c0c-4ccc-8123-d6f9f395d043 https://youtu.be/6ln_q8MOb1M Thu, 13 Aug 2026 14:15:42 +0000 805 false full Spook Chatter Episode 6: Carroll "Eddie" Cole Spook Chatter Episode 6: Carroll "Eddie" Cole 6 2 Spook Central Station Spook Chatter #6 – Carroll Cole Good evening guys, ghouls and girls. Welcome to the sixth episode of Spook Chatter where we cover someone a little less in the media and spotlight but still just as messed up. This episodes topic is based on Carroll “Eddie” Cole. That’s right, who? – I hear you ask, well strap yourselves in for quite the messed up individual. His first murder performed at the ripe age of eight years old with a sprinkle of metal health issues and a rough childhood, you just know you’re in for a bumpy ride with this one. BORN: On the 9th of May, 1938 in Sioux City (Soo), Iowa, United States DIED: By Execution of lethal injection at age 47 on the 6th of December, 1985 in Nevada State Prison. CONVICTIONS: 3 murders in Texas and pleaded guilty to 2 murders in Nevada. VICTIMS: Convicted for only 5 victims however confessed up to a total of 13 murders but is believed to have murdered “dozens between the years 1947 and 1980” even claiming up to 35 victims. Carroll Edward Cole, was born to LaVerne and Vesta Cole as the second son after the eldest, Richard with a sister born the following year of Carroll’s birth in 1939. The family had moved to Richmond, California, where LaVerne had started working in a shipyard to then shortly be drafted to serve in World War 2. At just 5 years of age, whilst his father was away, his mother would play by engaging in several affairs with different men, sometimes even forcing Carroll to witness these horrendous acts as she entertained them. On top this already traumatic behaviour and for her own entertainment purposes, his Mother would also force Carroll to parade around in frilly skirts and petticoats, holding little gatherings with her friends to laugh and ridicule Cole calling him names like “Mama's little girl” If that wasn’t enough, Vesta would often beat, whip and threaten Carroll into silence to ensure that he wouldn’t speak a word of her transgressions to his father upon his return. These atrocious acts performed by his mother only fuelled a fire of hatred for women inside Carroll. If that wasn’t enough for a young boy to have to deal with, Carroll was enrolled in elementary school two years behind his peers and he was also bullied at school for having a “sissy” girl’s name, Carroll resorted to using his middle name, “Eddie” which was short for Edward. At the age of seven, Carroll’s father LaVerne returned home and the beatings from his mother had ceased however this is arguably where the issues began as he had started fantasising about murdering his mother and just random females that crossed his path. Eddie had also experienced a blackout rage where upon coming to, had found that he had strangled the families puppy which he later explained was a result of the relentless bullying he endured at school for his “feminine” name. In 1946, Carroll's first murder had occurred. He was a mere eight years old, swimming at Richmond's yacht harbour with a group of school boys where he had held the head of Duane Eugene Owen under water until the eight year old boy lost consciousness and eventually drowned and died at the hands of Carroll. Duane's death was deemed an accident by authorities at the time until many years later when Carroll was convicted and he wrote an autobiography confessing to the murder as Duane was one of the peers that had given him a hard time for his name. During a press interview, Carroll said of this event, "I was primed, I had made the mental commitment I was going to get even with my mother, and things just built up and built up and became an obsession." After his first taste for blood, he proceeded to start fights with other kids at his school and even crushed the hand of the winner of a yo-yo contest after they had won against Carroll. How had he managed to do this? I hear you ask well, kids will be kids and Eddie had manage to engage the gears of a bulldozer that they were playing around with and crushed his rivals hand inside the massive treads. It is unclear if he was ever punished appropriately for this or if it too was deemed an accident. Carroll didn’t apply himself too much in his teenage years, while his IQ was ranking high at a score of 152 his grades were averaging a D+ at best. This was likely due the physical and psychological abuse he suffered in his earlier years and then also the neglect that followed by his mother. By 14, Carroll was committing several petty crimes such as burglarising liquor stores and arson, before eventually being arrested for minor thefts and drunkenness resulting in him dropping out of his junior year at school. In February, 1957 Carroll had joined the Navy but this career path was short lived as he had been caught attempting to steal government owned weapons, landing him in the military brig and being discharged with bad-conduct. Upon returning home with his family and working a few odd jobs over a few years this wasn't quite fulfilling his sick urges so he proceeded to attack two couples parked in their cars on lovers lane with a hammer in 1960 when he was just 22 years of age. After his conviction of assault with a deadly weapon, he was sentenced to 30 days on the county work farm. The following year he had found himself in and out of prison from his petty crimes and also psychiatric facilities after flagging down a police officer and admitting to urges he has to physically and sexually assault women. He had committed himself to Napa State hospital under the advice of the police officer and stayed there for 90 days for observation and treatment however refused to share his difficult upbringing and abuse he had endured. A diagnosis of Antisocial Sociopath Personality Disturbance was made by the doctors of the Napa State hospital, recommending that he be discharged but suggested that he start outside psychiatric treatment or voluntarily admit himself to Atascadero State Hospital to assist with his sadistic, abnormal sexual tendencies. Once released from Napa State hospital, Carroll served his six month sentence for the auto theft crimes he had committed prior to Napa State and requested for psychiatric help where he was then sent to Atascadero State Hospital for help by Dr. Irwin Hart. After a couple of months, Dr. Hart had diagnosed him as a “passive dependent person with a façade of independence and confusion concerning sexual identification.” Carroll was then transferred over to Stockton State Hospital where Dr. Weiss had determined Carroll was “afraid of the female figure and cannot have intercourse with her first but must kill her before doing so.” Dr Weiss diagnosed this condition as a “schizophrenic reaction of the chronic undifferentiated type.” while hospital staff had diagnosed him with antisocial personality disorder. Despite these diagnoses and being deemed quite dangerous and unpredictable, Weiss approved the release of Carroll on the 19th of April 1963 with an “indefinite leave of absence to self.” Whatever that even means. Carroll would move to Dallas, Texas where his brother, Richard resided. Richard would dedicate a few weeks showing Carroll around in attempts to keep his brother out of further trouble however, in July 1963 Carroll would still proceed to attempt to strangle a woman to death. Luckily, he was unsuccessful with killing her and as a result of failing this, he would attempt to commit suicide by swallowing some pills which landed him in a psychiatric ward for four days. Many months later, he would meet and marry a stripper by the name of Neville “Billy” Whitworth who had struggled with alcoholism. The marriage would only last for a total of 2 years as Carroll had convinced himself that Billy was cheating on him. This sent him into his normal pattern of uncontrollable rage, landing him in prison for arson as he had burned down a motel that he believed Billy was using for her infidelity. Carroll was released in January 1967 and he began just drifting, ending up in Oklahoma and then eventually ending up in Missouri where he would proceed to break into an 11 year old girls bedroom and attempted to murder her by strangulation as she slept. Thankfully he was unsuccessful in killing the girl and plead guilty to a reduced charge receiving only 5 years in prison. He was released on parole, managing to make his way back to Reno, Nevada where he would attempt to strangle two women at two separate locations whilst bar hopping. He would surrender to Reno police where he would confess his sick, twisted urges to murder women. Carroll would be charged with disorderly conduct and eventually would be committed to a state hospital at Sparks, Nevada in September, 1970. A doctor by the name of Felix Peebles diagnosed him with compulsion to strangle and rape attractive woman, alcoholism with an antisocial personality but would retract this diagnosis, saying that Carroll quote “was a highly manipulative man who is utilising his difficulties with the law and his threats of violence in order to acquire shelter when he is out of funds.” He was discharged and would be sent off home to San Diego. This is where Carroll's violence towards women would be turned up a notch. On the 7th of May, 1971 Carroll managed to fulfil his sick, twisted fantasy by successfully strangling a 39 year old woman, Essie Buck to death and leaving her body in the boot of his car overnight. A couple of days later, on his 33rd birthday he dumped her body and kept quiet for a couple of weeks before murdering another woman by strangulation. Unfortunately, her remains are still undiscovered somewhere outside of San Ysidro and we only know this victim by the name of “Wilma”. According to my sources there was a third victim, also murdered by strangulation not long after Wilma however, they also remain unknown. In June, 1971 Carroll would serve time for drunk driving and theft being released the following March. Carroll would drive to San Ysidro and pick up two unknown women killing one with a hammer and the other by strangulation. Both of their bodies were buried in the desert and remain undiscovered. When asked why he targeted these women when finally caught, Carroll would claim that “they had proven themselves unfaithful to their husbands, and so reminded him of his adulterous mother.” In 1972, Carroll would go onto meet and shortly after move in with a woman named Diana Pashal. She was a barmaid that despite not having a monogamous relationship with Carroll would proceed to marry him in July, 1973. Diana would also have her own issues with drinking and the two would fight and argue frequently, resulting in Carroll leaving for a couple of days at a time. The two would move from San Diego to Las Vegas where Carroll would land a job transporting coins from a local airport to the local casinos but as we know, he has no self control so why would this be any different? Of course he would steal an entire shipment of coins and flee to Wyoming, leaving his wife back in Las Vegas. Carroll would meet Myrlene Hamer in early August of 1975. Myrlene, nicknamed “Teepee” for her native American roots would drink, dance and party with Carroll. Even though Myrlene would wear a wedding ring, she would proceed to ask Carroll if he would like to spend the night with her only to be strangled, with her body left on a hillside just outside of Casper, Wyoming covered by an old sleeping bag. Once Myrlenes remains were discovered by authorities on the 9th of August, Carroll would flee the state the next day heading back to San Diego. Carroll would go to check himself in to a detoxification centre after one of his drunken benders, the length of stay is a little difficult to find however he did cause himself some strife because as he was leaving the centre, he had stolen a $1,500 government check from another patient at the centre and had attempted to cash it in for himself. Carroll of course was charged in June, 1976 with mail theft and would jump bail but was caught shortly after and charged with unlawful flight. Both of these convictions would land Carroll in prison for a year in February, 1977. He was paroled in April, becoming a federal fugitive as he fled back to Las Vegas. While he was hot off the press, just a month after his release from prison he would strangle a 26 year old, Kathlyn Blum during or after doing the deed and would leave her body in a strangers backyard. Police would recover her body on the 14th of May, 1977. An autopsy would confirm her cause of death was manual strangulation. Detectives didn't have any valid leads on Kathlyn's case at that time. As we know by now, Carroll was always doing side quests and this was no different for on the 19th of July, 1977 in North Las Vegas, Carroll would find himself jailed again for a car theft. He made bail and would skip his court date scheduled for September, making his way to Oklahoma City. The night before Thanksgiving in the very same year, Carroll would end up at a topless bar, meeting a woman who would make the fatal mistake of agreeing to spend the night with him. This is where things begin to unfold as and we begin to see a different side of Carroll. His M.O has always been strangulation however with this poor, unfortunate victim it would seem he also went down the cannibalistic route. He would wake up on the 24th of November at sunrise, to find the woman deceased in his bathtub. Her right arm and both of her feet were severed and missing which he would later discover in his refrigerator. Part of her buttocks was sliced off and placed in a skillet on the stove. Carroll would use kitchen knives and a hacksaw to dismember the rest of the victims body and placed them in plastic garbage bags where he would take them to the city dump for the body to presumably be burned. Later, Carroll would write about this particular scenario writing quote “Somewhere in the middle of our making love, the booze kicked in, or else my mind went blank--I can’t say which.” like that was his way of diffusing his extremely horrendous actions. Carroll would drive from Oklahoma City to Texas and would find work in Denver City. As he couldn't help himself, Carroll would be arrested for public drunkenness and after a fingerprint check, it would be revealed that he was wanted in California as a federal fugitive from his priors. A week later he was sent back to San Diego with a 6 month jail sentence with 3 years of probation. This was with the contingencies of participating in an alcoholic rehab program and having full time employment. His bail-jumping charges would be dismissed on Carroll's 40th birthday, freeing him on the 16th of June, 1978 where he would reunite with his wife Diana soon after. He would later write about what this experience was like, stating “We got along fine, but I was sleeping on the couch for several days until she finally invited me into the bedroom.” The law abiding citizen hadn't manage to land a full time job, jumping from one part time job to another while still drinking heavily eventually ended up being jailed for drunkenness on the 25th of October. Another violation of his probation added to his long list of wrongdoings and released from bail with a $2000 bond. He was arrested again on the 8th of November but this information was never passed on to his probation officer. The following year, Carroll managed to get some temporary employment at an appliance store where he would invite his next victim to after meeting her at a local bar. 39 year old Bonnie Sue O'Neil met Carroll and he would later recall this encounter as a “night to end all screwing” but it would ultimately end Bonnie Sue's life when she mentioned she needed to phone her husband. Carroll would strangle her, leave her body out the back of the appliance store and dump her clothes in a nearby garbage bin. It was later reported that Police on the case never actually questioned Carroll or any of the staff that worked there. Carroll and Diana's toxic marriage would come to a very sudden end when Carroll decided to use his vows of “till death do us part” seriously, when he would strangle and kill his wife on the 17th of September, 1979. He wrapped her body up in blankets and shoved her in a closet. Eddie would attempt to dig a grave in the crawl space of his house 8 days later to bury Diana's corpse but his neighbour getting some suspicious vibes from this activity, decided to call local authorities. They would drive Carroll to a local detox centre and by the time he was released the next morning, Diana's mother had found her daughters remains and police were at the scene. Carroll would flee the scene and catch a bus to Las Vegas. An autopsy of Diana's body would rule her death as alcohol poisoning as the results of her blood-alcohol level would show she was 4 times over the legal limit. While he wasn't wanted for this crime, his probation officer was chasing him and a bench warrant would be issued on the 27th of September, 1979. This didn't worry Carroll though as he would continue his life as per normal, picking up a job as a truck driver for a religious charity where he would pick up donations of second hand items and clothes and deliver it to said charity. While he was working such a wholesome job, his activities outside of that were still horrendous. Carroll's next victim was Marie Cushman, a 50 year old woman that he would invite to the Casbah Hotel on the 3rd of November, 1979 where he would presumably strangle her to death and leave her in the room where the maid would find her the next day. Interestingly, one of the pages I'm referencing for information for this topic (linked below) has stated that “an article in the Las Vegas Review-Journal described two suspects in Cushman’s murder: one was “an unidentified 50-year-old man,” five-feet-two, with gray hair; the other, described by a Casbah desk clerk, was “an Indian in his thirties, about six feet tall, with short, wavy black hair,” driving a Chevrolet with California license plates. Neither bore any resemblance to Cole, and the false leads left police stymied.” Carroll would meet his third wife through his job and would marry her on the 16th of December, 1979 in Las Vegas where they would honeymoon in Texas for an extended amount of time. While driving, he was stopped by police for driving without a valid licence which usually would just be a slap on the wrist however due to the outstanding bench warrant his probation officer had issued, Carroll would end up in Springfield, Missouri at the Medical Centre for Federal Prisoners. A report filed by Dr A.E Miller in August, 1980 would state: “There is no evidence of psychosis or neurosis in Mr. Cole. Diagnostically he may be described as a character disorder. It is unlikely that major personality changes will occur. He does not appear motivated for any sort of treatment at this time.” Despite this statement, Carroll would be released on the 4th of October, 1980. Carroll would head back to Dallas, where he would murder 3 more victims just in the month of November. He would be 42 years of age, working as a stocker at a Toys “R” Us warehouse. Still on parole from a prior conviction made in California. On the 9th, Carroll would meet a woman by the name of Dorothy King in a local bar, strangling her to death in her apartment. On the 11th, he picked up Wanda Faye Roberts at a saloon, her naked body was discovered the following day on Bryan Street. Witnesses would report that she left with a man by the name of “Eddie”. A detective by the name of Gerald Robinson was called to examine Wanda's corpse on the 12th of November, 1980 at 6:00 am. Gerald would find that there were bruises on Wanda's neck, her top had been ripped open to expose her chest and she was naked from the waist down confirming Gerald's initial suspicions of foul play. Her remains had drag marks and abrasions, indicating she had been hauled across gravel and dirt after she had been killed and stripped. Her pants were found 20 feet away from her body and she had a drivers licence in her pocket that would identify her as Wanda Faye Roberts. Unfortunately though, with the very little information detective Gerald Robinson had, knowing there were thousands of “Eddies” around, he had no choice but to wait. Finally, with the third murder that took place in November on the 30th, Carroll attacked Sally Thompson in her apartment however unexpectedly Sally's sons would arrive to find Carroll in Sally's apartment where she was deceased, face down with some clothing down around her ankles. Carroll would be listed as a suspect in these murders especially for the third where he was found on the scene of the crime. Police would arrest him and hold him in custody but almost released him with the conclusion that the third victim may have passed by natural causes. This was due to there being a possible overdose for the cause of Sally's death and not a homicide. Eddie was detained in a brief detention as a suspicious parolee before his release, pending further inquiry. Luckily, Detective Gerald Robinson from Dallas police that was investigating Wanda Roberts's murder would connect Carroll to the scene from the witness statements of Wanda leaving with an “Eddie”. There was a file note that would state Carrolls middle name might be shortened to “Eddie” by friends. With his recent parole status and a couple of phone calls detective Gerald Robinson had made, he would confirm that Carroll had been staying in a half way house located within two miles of Wanda Robert's murder scene. After gathering up his findings including the extensive criminal record Carroll had, Detective Robinson would send his team over to re-arrest Carroll on the 1st of December at the Toys “R” Us warehouse. Carroll would be interrogated and would finally confess to not only the murder spree he'd done in November but to a dozen of others he had committed over the years, across several states. While this was good news to some extent as majority of the victims families would get some sort of justice, Carroll could not provide an exact number or even some names. He would confess that he couldn't remember all of the details exactly, due to being drunk when committing these crimes but gave the police a rough estimate of 14 women over the previous 9 years from 1971 to 1980. Stating he would often target intoxicated women in bars and initially claimed up to 35 victims. With the specifics he could provide however, he settled on 16 victims in total. This included Essie Buck in San Diego on 7th of May, 1971; Bonnie Sue O'Neil and Diana Pashal; and Marie Cushman in Las Vegas in November 1979. Descriptions that Carroll would provide would match the physical evidence collected such as where Carroll would dispose of the bodies, ligature marks which would confirm links to cases that were still unsolved or ruled as accidental such as Diana Pashal's death that was ruled alcohol poisoning. Thankfully, with the admission to the high volume of victims, this would spark broader investigations and initiate his eventual extradition to Nevada for the previous crimes. The detectives were then able to link him to a large number of unsolved deaths in Dallas, with witness statements identifying Carroll in the bars or scenes where he would prey on his victims. On top of all of this, his parole record would also incriminate him and would be the nail in his coffin so to speak after evading detection for so long. Eddie would co-operate when being interrogated, that had involved coordination with multiple agencies. Everything that Carroll was mentioning would corroborate with forensic details and evidence that were not made available to the public. This would lead to charges in California and Nevada for at least five verified killings. It is also important to note that Eddie showed no remorse during his interviews, treating each confession as though it lifted a burden rather than weighed on his conscience. In later interviews, he spoke about his crimes with unsettling calm, even refusing to appeal his death sentence or delay his execution. Although some of his claims about additional victims could never be verified due to a lack of evidence, the central confessions matched between 13 and 16 documented murders, according to the court records. Eddie would go on to tell police that he was triggered by the behaviours of his victims in respect to their promiscuity and fighting back which in turn resembled his Mother and the way he was treated. He would go onto admit that he performed the occasional necrophilia, manual strangulation and unsubstantiated cannibalism, claims that could warrant an insanity plea. However, Dallas psychiatrists would examine Carroll's behaviour, noting his very lax demeanour when describing his horrific crimes which while very disturbing he would still be deemed fit for trial. His trial begun on the 6th of April, 1981. Carroll would stand before Judge John Mead as a sole defence witness. While under oath, Carroll claimed that years of abuse at the hands of his sadistic and unfaithful mother had fueled a twisted fixation on women he believed had betrayed their husbands or partners. Reflecting on his motives, he told the jury, "I think I've been killing her through them." When questioned about the Dallas murders, Cole admitted that many of the details had become hazy over time. However, he stunned the courtroom by claiming responsibility for three additional killings that had never been part of the formal case. These alleged victims included two women in San Diego and another woman killed in Oklahoma City during Thanksgiving in 1977. Describing the Oklahoma killing, Cole admitted his memory was fragmented. He could not remember the woman's name, but recalled discovering parts of her dismembered body scattered throughout his apartment. He testified that there had been meat cooking on the stove and more sitting on a plate at the table, suggesting he had consumed part of the victim. The disturbing account left the courtroom in stunned silence. The jury, however, remained unconvinced that these sensational claims supported an insanity defense. Prosecutor Mary Ludwick argued that the cannibalism story was simply another example of Carroll's tendency to exaggerate in an effort to appear mentally unstable. After deliberating for only 25 minutes, the jury found him guilty on three counts of murder. The 9th of April, 1981, Carroll would be convicted. He was sentenced to life imprisonment at Huntsville Prison. Now this cheeky bugger, barely two years inside in November, 1982 he decided he wanted to attempt an escape. He would later write “by now, escape was my only thought, and I began to put an elaborate plan in effect.” In order to do this, Carroll would attempt to make his white prison uniform less conspicuous by dying it with food colouring he'd stolen along with Tabasco sauce for his shoes to throw off his scent for the tracking dogs. Carroll's plans of being transferred to the prison's garden crew just so he could attempt to overthrow a guard, steal the guards weapon and run were all ruined due to an injury Carroll had succumbed to when working in the prison's wood shop. He was transferred to a new facility and forced to disregard his escape plan. Eddie would lay low for a little while after that and would be informed of his Mothers death in January of 1984. A month later, on the 15th of February, Nevada officials formally announced plans to extradite Carroll so he could face capital murder charges. On 30th of March, 1984, Carroll waived his right to contest the extradition, and Las Vegas detectives arrived to take him into custody on the 9th of April. By then, Carroll had abandoned any thoughts of escape, deciding instead that he wanted to face death. Nevada prosecutors were hesitant of the death penalty and just to be sure that Carroll was in sound mind, has psychiatrists examine him in May 1984 and then again a couple of times in July. All three examinations would confirm that Carroll is in fact sane and competent for trial. Eddie had even admitted at one point and I quote "I was in my right mind. I knew exactly what I was doing" and would double down on showing no remorse for his actions declaring “I know that I would kill again” which would have been very jarring to hear but cementing in that he strongly believed the death penalty was his only option. On the 16th of August, Carroll appeared before Judge Myron Leavitt and entered guilty pleas to two counts of first-degree murder. Despite Carroll's objections, attorney Tom Pitaro was appointed as standby counsel and challenged what he described as Cole's attempt to use the legal system to engineer his own execution. Pitaro argued that Cole had no authority to decide his own punishment, claiming that doing so would compromise the integrity of the court. In the interests of justice, he urged the judge to allow time to investigate any mitigating circumstances that could influence sentencing. This did not phase Carroll however and would bluntly state “I believe in capital punishment, I don’t see where Pitaro is going to come up with this stuff, because there’s nothing good about me.” Carroll's penalty hearing began on the 12th of October, 1984, before a three-judge panel consisting of Judge Myron Leavitt, alongside Judges Richard Legarza and Norman Robinson. During the proceedings, District Attorney Dan Seaton called detectives from Las Vegas, Dallas, Missouri, and Wyoming to testify about Carroll's confessions to multiple murders. Investigators from San Diego also took the stand, but their testimony marked by confusion over several unrelated cases added little to the prosecution's case. Carroll himself testified, telling the panel that he believed he could be eligible for parole in Texas within five years—a claim that was untrue. He also warned that, if parole failed, he had "very ample chances" of escaping from the Texas Department of Corrections. The judges accepted Carroll's statements at face value and sentenced him to death for the murder of Marie Cushman. However, they could not impose the death penalty for the killing of Kathlyn Blum because Nevada's capital punishment statute was not in effect at the time of her murder in May 1977. In the end, it made little difference. For Carroll, a single death sentence was all that was needed and even thanked the judge upon the sentencing. Carroll would be transferred to Nevada state prison in Carson City on the 6th of November, 1984. In a striking twist of timing, prison officials announced that same morning that Nevada's execution chamber closed for the previous five years because of gas leaks was finally back in operation. After state lawmakers approved lethal injection in 1983, avoiding the estimated $20,000 cost of repairing the old gas chamber, the transition to the new execution method had at last been completed. If Carroll's sentence was carried out as scheduled, he would become the first inmate in Nevada to be executed by lethal injection. Over the next eleven months, Carroll firmly resisted every effort by outside parties to appeal his death sentence. Those efforts were less extensive than many had anticipated, as even civil liberties advocates were reluctant to champion the cause of a self-confessed serial killer and cannibal. On the 22nd of October, 1985, the Nevada Supreme Court upheld Cole's death sentence. Three weeks later, Judge Myron Leavitt held a hearing and formally set Cole's execution for the 6th of December. Carroll would have just over three weeks left to live. In these final weeks, Carroll would complete a handwritten autobiography totalling nearly 100,000 words, continuing to blame his Mother stating “Anything you do to a kid follows them through life, It’s just like a walking time bomb.” Carroll would even authorise a Las Vegas neurosurgeon to examine his brain after his execution in the hope that it might provide insight into the origins of his violent behaviour. On the 4th of December, he was transferred to a seven-foot-by-seven-foot "last night cell," where he remained under constant suicide watch to ensure he could not deprive the state of carrying out his sentence. The following day, three fellow death row inmates filed a last-minute appeal with the Nevada Supreme Court on Carroll's behalf, arguing that he was legally insane. In a rare nighttime session, however, the court swiftly denied the petition. Carroll would order jumbo fried shrimp, french fries, salad with French dressing, and Boston clam chowder for his last meal. He had also requested Kentucky Fried Chicken the night before, but guards could only give him chicken nuggets, as he was not allowed to have food with bones. At 1:43 am on the 6th December, Carroll was escorted into the execution chamber before a small group of selected witnesses. By 2:05 am, he had been secured to the execution table, with intravenous lines placed in both arms. Warden George Sumner then gave the signal, and the lethal injection began as the prescribed chemicals flowed into Carroll's bloodstream. At 2:07 am, his body briefly convulsed before becoming still. Three minutes later, the prison physician officially pronounced him dead. Carroll's brain would be removed several hours after his execution and studied for abnormalities at the University of Nevada-Reno medical school. Moments after leaving the execution chamber, District Attorney Dan Seaton addressed waiting television cameras, remarking, "It is enjoyable to see the system work." Now for Spooks two cents. Where do I even begin with this one? I guess I will start with the obvious of how this may have all been prevented had his Mother not treated her son so horribly. Witnessing her infidelities the way he did and the physical, emotional and mental torment he endured at the hands of his own Mother is just not right. Whether or not that could be the case, we will never know but it definitely fueled a fire in him to act so viciously against women. I would also like to mention how utterly disappointing and disgraceful the whole legal system was up until Carroll's final arrest. The several occasions where he was arrested due to violence or suspicious activity but never really investigated is just mind blowing to me. He attacked people with a hammer, struggled with alcoholism, and even confessed to police or health care professionals on a few different occasions that he had these sick, twisted urges that he couldn't control and was still released to the general public to continue these crimes. Its just bewildering how no one pieced together that puzzle until it was 16 to 35 murders too late. This is a clear cut case of the legal system failing women which it has done in several thousand instances throughout time and all over the world. Had they just kept him locked up whether it be prison or a mental health facility, many lives would have been spared. Now the real question, do I agree with his actions leading up to his death? Absolutely not, he knew he was wired differently in his head and still proceeded to to act the way he did and not seek more professional help when he cried out for it on several occasions. There is absolutely no way that I could ever condone his actions however I do feel bad for the way he was treated growing up. His Mother is supposed to be someone he feels safe and secure with and he should have experienced a different upbringing. I couldn't find much on his siblings but I do wonder if they had much the same sort of experience or if their stories are different. What are your thoughts on Carroll “Eddie” Cole? Were you expecting the outcome to be lethal injection or did you think he would find a way to weasel out of facing his consequences? I'm very interested to read what you guys think. Leave a comment to let me know who should be the next Spook Chatter subject, give me some options in the comments and maybe they'll be the one I choose. Intro Song: https://www.youtube.com/@Jaxius

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Reference links used for research:

https://www.orlandosentinel.com/2019/01/19/please-kill-me-now-serial-slayer-says-hes-pure-evil-shuns-all-appeals-gets-his-wish/


https://www.ipl.org/essay/Carroll-Edward-Cole-Lust-Serial-Killer-E52ABDDEC396614F


https://www.reddit.com/r/HistoryPorn/comments/1rabg3q/serial_killer_carroll_cole_47_prepares_to_light_a/


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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carroll_Cole


https://www.nytimes.com/1985/12/07/us/confessed-murderer-of-13-is-executed-in-nevada.html


https://maamodt.asp.radford.edu/Psyc%20405/serial%20killers/Cole,%20Carroll%20-%202005.pdf


https://grokipedia.com/page/Carroll_Cole


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LWJg6nVGDSk&t=13s



Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>Intro Song: https://www.youtube.com/@Jaxius</p><p>Good evening Guys, Ghouls and Girls! Thank you for watching the latest Spook Chatter where we discussed the strangling serial killer, Carroll &#34;Eddie&#34; Cole. Please share your thoughts in the comments, I&#39;m very interested to know what you think.</p><p><br></p><p>Please make sure to like, comment and subscribe! Thanks for watching and stay spooky! 👻</p><p>Find me and add me on everything over at my Linktree: https://linktr.ee/spookcentralstation</p><p>If you have a story you&#39;d like to share or have me narrate, feel free to email me at:</p><p>spookcentralstation@gmail.com</p><p><br></p><p>Reference links used for research:</p><p>https://www.orlandosentinel.com/2019/01/19/please-kill-me-now-serial-slayer-says-hes-pure-evil-shuns-all-appeals-gets-his-wish/</p><p><br></p><p>https://www.ipl.org/essay/Carroll-Edward-Cole-Lust-Serial-Killer-E52ABDDEC396614F</p><p><br></p><p>https://www.reddit.com/r/HistoryPorn/comments/1rabg3q/serial_killer_carroll_cole_47_prepares_to_light_a/</p><p><br></p><p>https://murderpedia.org/male.C/c1/cole-carroll-edward.htm</p><p><br></p><p>https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carroll_Cole</p><p><br></p><p>https://www.nytimes.com/1985/12/07/us/confessed-murderer-of-13-is-executed-in-nevada.html</p><p><br></p><p>https://maamodt.asp.radford.edu/Psyc%20405/serial%20killers/Cole,%20Carroll%20-%202005.pdf</p><p><br></p><p>https://grokipedia.com/page/Carroll_Cole</p><p><br></p><p>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LWJg6nVGDSk&amp;t=13s</p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> 459c007b-0989-47dd-874b-ca71f9a5fbba https://youtu.be/lq0Vds5eZ5Y Thu, 06 Aug 2026 15:30:32 +0000 2496 true full The Hollow Choir (The Borrowed) - Part Two The Hollow Choir (The Borrowed) - Part Two 35 1 Spook Central Station The Hollow Choir – Part 2: The Borrowed I made one mistake. I answered the knocking. Not by opening the door. By speaking. Three knocks echoed through my apartment wall. Slow. Measured. Patient. I don't know why I did it. Maybe exhaustion. Maybe fear had hollowed me out enough that curiosity slipped in. I whispered one word. "Who?" The knocking stopped immediately. Silence settled over the apartment so completely that I could hear the hum of my refrigerator from two rooms away. Then a voice answered from inside my bedroom. "You already know." I didn't think. I grabbed the baseball bat leaning beside the couch and charged toward the room. It was empty. The window remained locked. The closet stood open exactly as I'd left it. Nothing. Until I noticed the bed. Someone had been sitting there. The mattress still carried the imprint of a body. And pine needles covered my pillow. I fled before sunset. I packed whatever fit into my camera bag, withdrew every dollar I had, switched off my phone, and drove. No destination. Just away. By midnight I had crossed into another state. The knocking followed. Not at my apartment. Not in my car. It came from beneath highway overpasses as I drove beneath them. Three hollow taps. Three more from somewhere in the darkness. Service stations. Rest stops. Motel rooms. Always the same rhythm. Knock. Knock. Knock. Like something walking just outside reality, keeping pace with me. On the third day I met another survivor. He found me first. I was eating alone at a roadside diner when an old man slid into the booth opposite mine. He looked like he'd slept in the woods for twenty years. Long gray beard. Sunken eyes. Hands covered in pale scars. Without introducing himself, he reached across the table and turned my coffee mug. Etched into the bottom with a fingertip was the same symbol from the staircase. I dropped the cup. It shattered across the floor. He never flinched. "They've started marking your belongings." My throat tightened. "You know them." "I escaped." "You escaped?" "No." He looked out the rain-streaked window. "I delayed them." His name was Ellis. Thirty-eight years earlier he had vanished during a camping trip. Officially, he'd been missing for twelve days. He claimed he'd spent twelve years inside Black Briar. Time, he said, didn't obey clocks there. The forest breathed. When it inhaled, days disappeared. When it exhaled, decades passed outside. I laughed. Not because I thought he was lying. Because I remembered the missing ribbons. The impossible staircase. The altar that vanished by morning. Deep down... I believed him immediately. Ellis refused to speak inside buildings. He led me into an abandoned quarry miles outside town. Only there did he finally explain. "The Choir isn't a cult." "What?" "It's older than that." "I saw them kill someone." "No." His expression darkened. "You saw them feed." He picked up a stone and drew a circle in the dust. Inside it he sketched a crude tree. "The forest is alive." I stared. "It isn't made of trees." He tapped the drawing. "The trees are growing on it." According to Ellis, centuries ago settlers discovered something buried beneath Black Briar. Not bones. Not ruins. Something alive. Something enormous. They never found its beginning or end. Only roots thicker than houses disappearing into impossible darkness. Animals refused to cross over it. Water flowed away from it. Compasses spun wildly. The settlers tried to burn it. The fire lasted eleven days. When the smoke cleared... the forest had doubled in size. That winter every person involved disappeared. Their families found only neatly folded clothing arranged around fresh pine saplings. Years later the first Choir formed. Not to worship. To bargain. Blood kept the thing sleeping. Witnesses kept the bargain alive. Every person who escaped the forest became part of the agreement. Borrowed. Never truly released. Ellis rolled up his sleeve. Across his forearm stretched rows of tiny scars. Perfectly straight. Hundreds of them. "They count the years." "Who does?" "The Borrowers." Before I could ask another question, his expression changed. He wasn't looking at me anymore. He was staring behind me. My skin turned cold. Very slowly... I turned. Someone stood at the edge of the quarry. A little girl. Maybe eight years old. White dress. Bare feet. Her face hidden by long black hair. For a moment, I thought she was the girl from the ring. She raised one hand. Not waving. Pointing. Behind us. Ellis whispered one word. "Run." The quarry exploded with sound. Hundreds of voices began singing somewhere underground. Not human singing. The notes were too deep. Too many. As though an entire cathedral choir had learned to breathe underwater. The earth cracked beneath our feet. Hands emerged. Gray hands. Thin as roots. Dozens. Then hundreds. Pulling themselves from the stone itself. Their fingers were impossibly long, each ending in polished black nails. No bodies followed. Only arms. They clawed toward us, dragging themselves over rock without shoulders or torsos. Ellis fired a flare into the air. Brilliant red light flooded the quarry. The singing faltered. The hands recoiled. "They hate fire!" We sprinted uphill. The child never moved. She simply watched us pass. As I ran by... her hair lifted slightly. She had no face. Only smooth white skin. Like wet paper stretched across a skull. Ellis's truck waited beside the road. We were twenty feet away when something struck him. Not from behind. From below. The asphalt bulged. A root thicker than my waist erupted upward. It pierced his chest clean through. He never screamed. He only looked at me. "They..." Blood filled his mouth. "...know..." The root pulled downward. Ellis vanished into the road as though the earth had become liquid. The asphalt sealed behind him. Gone. No hole. No blood. Nothing. Only silence. I drove until dawn. The truck wasn't mine. Yet the keys fit. Inside the glove compartment I found a leather journal. Ellis had written in it for decades. Every page described the Choir. The symbols. The sacrifices. The things that wandered between the trees. Then the entries changed. His handwriting grew frantic. Messier. As if someone else had been moving his hand. One sentence appeared over and over. Don't let them count you. Hundreds of times. Near the end... only one page remained. It wasn't written in ink. It was scratched into the paper so deeply it nearly tore through. If you hear your own voice calling from the woods... ...you've already been replaced. I pulled onto the shoulder to clear my head. The sun had finally risen. For the first time in days, I felt safe. Then my phone buzzed. No signal. No service. Yet somehow... a voicemail had arrived. It showed no number. No timestamp. Just one minute and forty-two seconds of audio. I pressed play. At first I heard only wind. Then footsteps through leaves. Someone breathing heavily. A camera shutter clicking. Then a familiar voice. Mine. Calm. Smiling. "If you're hearing this..." A pause. "...don't come back for me." Another pause. "It's already too late." More footsteps. Then dozens of voices joined together behind me—my voice repeated over and over by a crowd of unseen mouths. "We're bringing you home." The recording ended. I lowered the phone slowly. Its screen had turned black. Not switched off. Changed. The glass reflected my face. Only... it wasn't following my movements. My reflection kept smiling long after I had stopped. Then it leaned closer to the inside of the screen and whispered words I never spoke. "You escaped the forest." It smiled wider. "We didn't." The screen shattered outward. And from somewhere deep inside the broken phone... came three slow knocks. Knock. Knock. Knock. Intro Song: https://www.youtube.com/@Jaxius


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Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>Intro Song: https://www.youtube.com/@Jaxius</p><p><br></p><p>Good evening Guys, Ghouls and Girls! Thank you for watching the latest narrated story. This is the second and final part of this story.</p><p>Did you enjoy this story? Would you like more stories similar to this? Please let me know by reaching out via any of my social media links.</p><p><br></p><p>*DISCLAIMER* Some if not all of this story was written with the help of AI.</p><p><br></p><p>Please make sure to like, comment and subscribe! Thanks for watching and stay spooky! 👻</p><p><br></p><p>Find me and add me on everything over at my Linktree: https://linktr.ee/spookcentralstation</p><p><br></p><p>If you have a story you&#39;d like to share or have me narrate, feel free to email me at:</p><p>spookcentralstation@gmail.com</p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> 2b8fd539-87aa-47d7-8872-4520431f1119 https://youtu.be/O0OEMBdbRoQ Wed, 29 Jul 2026 15:00:42 +0000 716 true full The Hollow Choir - Part One The Hollow Choir - Part One 34 1 Spook Central Station The Hollow Choir People in Ashmoor spoke about Black Briar Forest the same way sailors spoke about the sea. With respect. With fear. And with the understanding that if it wanted you badly enough, it would keep you. Most of the stories were harmless enough. Hunters who wandered too far and lost an afternoon. Strange lights drifting between the pines. Voices that sounded exactly like loved ones calling from impossible places. The older locals would simply shrug. "The woods borrow people," they'd say. "Sometimes they give them back." No one ever explained what happened to those who returned. I arrived in Ashmoor in late October. As a freelance photographer, I chased abandoned places for magazines and online publications. Forgotten churches. Derelict hospitals. Mining towns reclaimed by nature. Black Briar Forest had become something of a fascination online after hikers posted photos of enormous stone circles deep inside the reserve. No one seemed able to locate them again. The GPS coordinates never matched. That alone was enough to get my attention. The locals, however, were less enthusiastic. The waitress at the diner froze when I mentioned Black Briar. "You stay on the marked paths." "I've been through worse." She leaned closer. "I'm serious." "What happens?" Her eyes drifted toward the rain streaking across the windows. "They hear you before you hear them." The forest welcomed me with silence. No birds. No insects. Even the wind seemed reluctant to enter. Towering pines blocked the afternoon light until everything existed in perpetual dusk. My GPS lost signal within twenty minutes. I wasn't worried. That happens all the time.. right? I'd marked my route with bright orange ribbons tied around branches every hundred feet. Simple. Reliable. Impossible to lose. Or so I thought. When I looked behind me an hour later... Every single ribbon was gone. I searched for one. Nothing. Not one remained. As if someone had quietly followed me... collecting them. The realisation sent chills down my spine. Someone else was here. I called out. No answer. Only a dull knocking somewhere in the trees. Knock. Knock. Knock. Not woodpeckers. Too rhythmic. Three knocks. Pause. Three knocks again. It continued for several minutes before stopping abruptly. Then came another answer. Far away. Three more knocks. Then another. Soon the forest seemed alive with them. Signals. Passing through the trees. Someone was communicating. I should have left. Instead, curiosity won. It always had. The knocking drew me deeper until I found something impossible. A staircase. Not attached to any building. Just old granite steps rising fifteen feet into empty air. Weathered. Covered in moss. Perfectly level. The top ended... at nothing. Someone had carved symbols into every step. Not letters. More like twisting veins surrounding staring eyes. I photographed them. The shutter clicked. Immediately... every knock in the forest stopped. Silence. Utter silence. Then... footsteps. Not one pair. Many. Moving quickly. Toward me. I ran. Branches whipped across my face as dozens of unseen people crashed through the undergrowth. I never saw them. Only glimpses of red robes slipping behind trees. Always just beyond clear vision. They never called out. Never shouted. They simply kept pace. Waiting. I stumbled into a clearing. The stone circle from the photographs. Only much larger. Thirty-foot monoliths surrounded an altar carved from black rock. Hundreds of candles burned despite the steady rain. Around the altar knelt perhaps sixty figures. Every one wore identical red robes stained dark around the sleeves. Their masks were made from deer skulls. Antlers reached toward the sky like dead branches. At the centre stood a woman in a deep crimson robe. Her mask wasn't a deer. It resembled something almost human. Almost. She raised both hands. The kneeling figures began humming. The sound vibrated through my ribs. Low. Wrong. Like machinery pretending to sing. I ducked behind a fallen log. My breathing sounded deafening. On the altar lay a man. Still alive. His wrists were tied with braided vines. His mouth had been sewn shut with black thread. His eyes pleaded. The crimson-robed woman lifted a knife. Not metal. Bone. Long. Yellowed. Covered in carvings. She pressed its tip against the man's chest. The humming intensified. The forest itself seemed to lean closer. Then... she smiled beneath the mask. I couldn't see it. I somehow knew. The knife plunged downward. The scream never escaped. Blood spilled into grooves carved across the altar. The channels carried it outward until the crimson liquid filled symbols surrounding every standing stone. The earth trembled. Not violently. Like something underneath... had shifted. The cultists bowed as one. Then all sixty heads turned toward me. Every single one. At exactly the same moment. No one had pointed. No one had spoken. Yet they all knew precisely where I hid. The crimson-robed woman tilted her head. Slowly. Curiously. Like examining an unfamiliar animal. Then she whispered. "Another witness." Everyone stood. Together. I ran. They didn't chase immediately. That terrified me more. They walked. Slowly. Confidently. Because they knew something I didn't. The trees began changing. Paths vanished. Ravines appeared where none existed. Every direction somehow curved back toward the clearing. Three times I crossed my own footprints. Once... I found fresh footprints walking beside mine. Bare feet. Huge. Each print filled with blood. Night arrived impossibly fast. My flashlight flickered. Something moved between the trunks. Tall. Too tall. At least eight feet. Wrapped entirely in bark. Its limbs bent backward. Its face... had no features. Only smooth pale skin stretched tight across a human-shaped skull. It stood motionless while the cultists approached. None acknowledged it. The thing simply watched. Then turned. And silently walked deeper into the forest. The cultists followed. Except one. One remained. Watching me. Waiting. I hid beneath an uprooted tree until dawn. Or what I assumed was dawn. The forest never truly brightened. Hours passed. Nothing moved. Finally, I crawled out. The clearing had disappeared. No stone circle. No altar. Only untouched woodland. I almost convinced myself none of it had happened. Then I found blood. Fresh. Still warm. I followed a stream downhill. Water always led somewhere. Eventually I reached an old dirt road. Relief flooded through me. Then I saw the truck. My truck. Parked exactly where I'd left it. Except... someone had washed it. Mud gone. Windows were spotless. On the windshield rested a folded piece of paper. It contained only one sentence. Thank you for attending tonight's offering. Beneath it... a photograph. One I hadn't taken. It showed me hiding behind the fallen log. Taken from only a few feet away. I drove without stopping. Never looked back. Never returned. Months passed. Nightmares faded. Life resumed. Then the emails started. Anonymous. Blank subject lines. Each contained a single photograph. Me buying groceries. Me asleep through my apartment window. Me sitting in traffic. Always taken from nearby. Always impossible to notice. There was no text. Only images. They arrived every full moon. One each month. Without fail. Police traced nothing. No sender. No location. Nothing. After nearly a year they stopped. I believed it was finally over. Until last week. A package arrived. No return address. And inside lay a red robe. Freshly cleaned. Folded neatly. Along with a deer skull mask. And beneath it... another note. The Choir remembers every witness. The next offering requires your voice. I haven't slept since. Someone knocks on my apartment wall every night. Three times. Always three. No matter which room I'm in... the knocking comes from the other side. When I open the door... no one is there. This morning I found pine needles scattered across my bedroom floor. I live on the twelfth floor. The windows were locked. The smell of damp earth filled the apartment. When I looked in the bathroom mirror... there was dried mud on the back of my neck. Not much. Just enough to write a single symbol. The same one carved into the impossible staircase. I've scrubbed until my skin bled. It won't come off. Tonight is the full moon. The knocking has already started. And just a few minutes ago, I looked out over the city. Hundreds of people were walking the sidewalks below. Most never looked up. But sixty of them did. All at once. Every one wore a red hood. Every one stood perfectly still in the middle of the crowd. Waiting. Watching. Patient. As though they already know something I don't. The forest borrowed me once. I think it's finally come to collect what it forgot. Good evening Guys, Ghouls and Girls! Thank you for watching the latest narrated story. There is a part two to this one so make you stay tuned for that!

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Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>Good evening Guys, Ghouls and Girls! Thank you for watching the latest narrated story. There is a part two to this one so make you stay tuned for that!</p><p>Intro Song: https://www.youtube.com/@Jaxius</p><p>*DISCLAIMER* Some if not all of this story was written with the help of AI.</p><p><br></p><p>Please make sure to like, comment and subscribe! Thanks for watching and stay spooky! 👻</p><p>Find me and add me on everything over at my Linktree: https://linktr.ee/spookcentralstation</p><p><br></p><p>If you have a story you&#39;d like to share or have me narrate, feel free to email me at:</p><p>spookcentralstation@gmail.com</p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> 67ad6ff8-7cb7-4ef9-9b0d-adb92757834f https://youtu.be/Pcgazx-UDRM Wed, 22 Jul 2026 11:00:52 +0000 848 true full The Doctors Descent The Doctors Descent 33 1 Spook Central Station Dr. Marcus Forsythe had always been fascinated by the mysteries of the human mind. His career had been built upon exploring the intricacies of mental illnesses, pushing the boundaries of conventional medicine to find new treatments for those who suffered. But as he stood at the imposing gates of St. Agnes Asylum, a chill ran down his spine. This was no ordinary institution; it was whispered about in hushed tones, its halls rumored to be haunted by the tormented souls of the patients who had once called it home. Undeterred by the ominous atmosphere, Dr. Forsythe entered the asylum, his mind filled with visions of groundbreaking experiments and revolutionary treatments. The director, a stern man by the name of Dr. Edmunds, greeted him with a cold smile, his eyes betraying a hint of mistrust. "Welcome, Dr. Forsythe," Dr. Edmunds said, his voice echoing in the empty corridor. "We're honored to have someone of your caliber join us." Dr. Forsythe nodded, eager to begin his work. But as he delved deeper into the asylum's grim corridors, he couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. The patients, gaunt and hollow-eyed, shuffled past him in silence, their vacant stares sending shivers down his spine. Determined to make a difference, Dr. Forsythe threw himself into his research, spending long hours in the asylum's dimly lit laboratories. He experimented with new drugs and therapies, pushing the boundaries of medical ethics in his quest to unlock the secrets of the human mind. But as the weeks turned into months, Dr. Forsythe began to notice strange occurrences within the asylum. Equipment would malfunction inexplicably, and patients would speak of hearing disembodied whispers in the dead of night. Despite his rational mind, he couldn't shake the feeling that something dark and sinister lurked within the asylum's walls. Desperate for answers, Dr. Forsythe delved into the asylum's dark history, uncovering tales of cruelty and madness that sent chills down his spine. He learned of Dr. Edmunds' predecessor, a brilliant but deranged psychiatrist who had conducted horrifying experiments on the asylum's patients in the name of science. As Dr. Forsythe pieced together the puzzle of the asylum's past, he found himself consumed by an obsession to uncover the truth. But the more he dug, the more his own sanity began to unravel. He started seeing things—shadowy figures lurking in the corners of his vision, whispers that seemed to emanate from the very walls themselves. Despite his growing paranoia, Dr. Forsythe pressed on, determined to confront the darkness that lurked within the asylum. But as he researched deeper into the abyss, he realized too late that he had become ensnared in its grasp. One fateful night, as a violent storm raged outside, Dr. Forsythe made a shocking discovery that would shatter his fragile grip on reality. Hidden deep within the bowels of the asylum, he stumbled upon a hidden chamber filled with grotesque instruments of torture—remnants of the asylum's dark past. But before he could process the horror of his discovery, Dr. Forsythe was overcome by a wave of madness that consumed him entirely. In his delirium, he became convinced that the asylum itself was alive, a malevolent force that fed upon the suffering of its inhabitants. Driven to the brink of insanity, Dr. Forsythe descended into madness, his mind a swirling maelstrom of terror and despair. He wandered the asylum's corridors like a ghost, his once-brilliant intellect now twisted and distorted by the horrors he had witnessed. In the end, Dr. Marcus Forsythe became just another lost soul within the asylum's walls, a cautionary tale of the dangers of delving too deep into the darkness of the human mind. And as the years passed and the asylum fell into disrepair, his ghostly whispers could still be heard echoing through its haunted halls, a chilling reminder of the madness that had consumed him. Intro Song: https://www.youtube.com/@Jaxius

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I was envisioning a plodding, laboured death in the heart of nowhere, but that didn’t happen. It seemed like a mirage, but the Moon spoke to me. Looking upon me with far-flung craters, which felt like remote eyes, the talking rock said it could save me. I followed a misty, moonlit trail across the arid landscape, and I eventually stumbled onto the town I’d been trying to find. Later that night, in my hotel bed, the Moon called to me. It offered three wishes. I rushed to the window, confused as to how my replenished body, now fed and watered, could still be hallucinating. And yet, I somehow knew that it was real. I knew the Moon had saved me from the desert. What do I have to lose by making some wishes to find out? So, I wished for three things: Money Safety Health The creature had many conditions, but I heeded the warnings from ever story I’d ever been told about both genial and ghoulish genies. The Moon made the parameters of its wish-granting quite clear. No wishing for more wishes. No wishing for more wish-granters. No wishing for things to give to other people. No wishing for anything that would contradict the laws of your natural realm. The ideal wishes seemed obvious. Money. More money than anyone could ever need. Obviously, I couldn’t shower loved ones with wealth. I kept my job to support my family, but I used the riches to support my own needs. There’s always a catch with wishing. Becoming the wealthiest man on earth will make me a target. When I realised that, I had the idea for my second wish. Safety. I was not asking for security beyond the laws of nature. I simply wanted assurance that my financial safety net, if it were ever discovered, would be protected. But what about security against the passage of time? I can’t wish for immortality… I can employ the world’s greatest doctors, of course, but that’s not enough. Health. I specified to the Moon that I was simply talking about safeguards which would abide by the laws of nature. For example, if I had a genetic proclivity towards developing certain diseases, either physical or mental, perhaps the wish-granter could provide a cure. Perhaps the Moon could simply conjure a cure for every ailment that could ever face a human being. The rock conceded that, even if there were no current cure for certain illnesses, it could provide a solution for every health problem that might befall a human being. The Moon couldn’t make me live forever, but it could ensure that I live for an absurdly long time. I thought I’d covered all of the bases. I truly believed I’d outsmarted some sort of deity. I was a fool. I never should’ve made any wishes, but I certainly shouldn’t have made the third wish. Twenty years after my Australian encounter, my wealthy and healthy life took a sour turn. The Moon ensured that there would always be a cure in place for any ailment I would face. It had abolished my mental illness, thanks to a wondrous pill that I wasn’t permitted to share with others. So, this November, I wasn’t phased when my doctor gave a harrowing diagnosis. “Congestive heart failure,” The woman tentatively said. Not to worry, I thought. The wish-granter will fix it. It gave me a pill for my mental well-being, and I’m sure it’ll give me a new heart, too. Perhaps it’ll simply grow one for me. I waited. Like a werewolf in a kennel, I howled at the unresponsive moon for attention. Nothing. After weeks without solution, I started to feel consumed by dread. Has it forgotten about me? The wishes were supposed to apply for the rest of my life. Then, one night, the Moon arrived. It didn’t speak from the sky, this time. It spoke from the darkness of my house. A floorboard groaned in the far corner of the living room. Heart thumping rhythmically against my ribcage, I found myself staring into the depths of my lounge’s darkened corner. Something was watching me. The direful creature I hadn’t seen for twenty years. It had no eyes or discernible shape, but it had awful white lips, which glowed like a deformed moon in the night sky. Fear gripped me. “It’s you,” I croaked. “I am sorry,” The creature wheezed. “You do not have much time.” “There’s a waiting list for heart transplants, but I thought you’d have some means of speeding things up,” I replied, trembling at the hidden thing in the corner of my room. “Yes. I must grant your desire. It is my only purpose,” The Moon mouth maliciously whispered. “A wish is a contract. I will find a heart for you.” Before the creature evaporated, its white, lifeless lips curled upwards into a malevolent grin. The almost-human expression filled me with a feeling of terror which cannot sufficiently translate to words. Suddenly, I realised the dread in my heart was more than dread. Oh, fuck, I thought, as I clutched my chest. It’s happening. An invisible blade twisted into my heart, and I felt my body seize. Blackness swallowed my surroundings. My vision faded. Just one more time, I remember thinking. Let me see Wendy and Maisie one more time. When I woke, I was in a hospital room. My chest felt light. It was the healthiest I’d felt in weeks. Wendy was sitting at my bedside, tears flooding her vacant eyes, and a smile was forcefully painted on her pale face. “You’re awake,” My wife whispered. I smiled. “Hello, sweetheart. I must’ve given you a scare. I feel much better now, though.” She sobbed and squeezed my hand with tremendous strength. There was love in that squeeze, but there was also rage. Inconsolable rage. “They did it, honey. They gave you… They… You…” She moaned like a wounded animal. “You have a new heart.” That explained the lightness in my chest, but it didn’t explain the fear on my wife’s face. Her agonised expression haunted me. Why is she so distraught? I wondered, shuddering. “Wendy…” I whispered. “What’s-“ “- Maisie,” My wife interrupted, now bawling. “This evening, she was in an accident. She… She… She didn’t…” Wendy didn’t need to finish any of her sentences. I knew what had happened to our daughter. I knew whose heart was in my chest. I knew what the Moon had done to grant my wish. Reddit Story: https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/zykew1/dont_let_the_moon_grant_your_wishes/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf

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Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>Reddit Story: https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/zykew1/dont_let_the_moon_grant_your_wishes/?utm_source=share&amp;utm_medium=ios_app&amp;utm_name=iossmf</p><p>Reddit User: https://www.reddit.com/user/Theeaglestrikes/</p><p>Intro Song: https://www.youtube.com/@Jaxius  </p><p><br></p><p>Good evening Guys, Ghouls and Girls! Thank you for watching the latest narrated story.</p><p>This story was a wild ride, but really makes you think. </p><p>At what cost would YOU want infinity health or wealth? Really makes you appreciate what you have right now.</p><p><br></p><p>Please make sure to like, comment and subscribe! Thanks for watching and stay spooky! 👻</p><p><br></p><p>Find me and add me on everything over at my Linktree: https://linktr.ee/spookcentralstation</p><p><br></p><p>If you have a story you&#39;d like to share or have me narrate, feel free to email me at:</p><p>spookcentralstation@gmail.com</p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> 996c80db-61b7-466a-86ec-6a0d92b4d914 https://youtu.be/mmN8gmmpy0w Wed, 02 Aug 2023 13:30:00 +0000 503 false full My Entire World Is Undone (Reddit Story by u/Schizothymia) My Entire World Is Undone (Reddit Story by u/Schizothymia) 31 1 Spook Central Station My entire world is undone. Any semblance of a normal life is out the window. The human mind is a complete fucking mystery. I think there is a reason that we only use 10% of our brains, there are just too many doors that should remain locked, rooms with dark corners and secret passageways. Mazes that will forever have you running in circles, each and every door locking behind you upon entering. It's like falling into a well that extends so far into the earth that there is no hope for rescue. In other words, needless to say, I'm irretrievably lost. I am Tom hanks talking to a volley ball, only my island is on barren planet, and Wilson is a figment of my imagination. A little background. I lived with my dad at the time. The first thing you should know about my dad is that he was a prick, I was essentially his caregiver. My childhood was tragic at best, my dad was an abusive alcoholic/gambling addict, and gave his all to making the lives of everyone around him a living hell, a hell which only grew hotter after he was injured on the job and subsequently stuck in a wheelchair. My mom was mentally ill to begin with, and the level of torment he dished out drove her to an early grave. Her suicide note only read one sentence. "I'm sorry son". This was about three years ago, and as much as I wanted to leave the old man to fend for himself, he was all I had left. My sister left as soon as I turned 18 and I hadn't seen her since, so I chose to hang on to the single shred of family I had left and endure the daily misery. It only got worse with time. The shitstorm started on a Tuesday morning. I woke up from a nightmare, nearly hyperventilating, although I couldn't remember the details. All I could definitively recall is the sound of glass shattering and screaming. I was drenched in a cold sweat. I struggled to remember the dream but it just wouldn't click. After gathering myself I looked at my phone, realizing I was late for work. I decided to skip showering and got dressed as quickly as possible. When I reached the living room I stopped dead in my tracks. What i saw was gut wrenching, my skin turned cold. Sitting in his wheelchair in front of the tv was the mutilated corpse of my father. His head was tilted back, nearly completely severed with his lifeless eyes staring at the ceiling. I stumbled backwards falling to the floor, dry heaving on my hands and knees. "You ok son? What's the matter?" I heard my dad's voice say. I damn near shat myself. I scrambled to my feet, almost scared to look. I slowly turned towards him. There he sat, looking at me with an expression of concern. I approached him to take a closer look. He was fine, completely normal. He lifted his eyebrows, waiting for an answer. "Im... I'm fine." I said, my voice shaking. He studied me for a moment, and then smiled. "Ok have a good day son." He said and continued watching tv. I said nothing as I made my way out the door. I was distracted at work, my thoughts were all over the place. I started to worry that I was going crazy. Hallucinating your dad with his head nearly severed wasn't something you could chalk up to just an overactive imagination. On my way home I was paranoid to say the least, worried i would hallucinate the same scene, or worse. When I arrived home I hesitantly opened the front door. To my relief my dad was sitting casually in his chair, completely unharmed. I sighed and walked toward the kitchen for a drink. "How was your day son?" He asked. The question caught me off guard . He never asks that. "Um... Ok I guess, kinda slow." He nodded at me with a smile, still watching me as I made my way to my room. I laid in bed, pondering the events of the day, and the oddity of it all. Exhausted I finally drifted off to sleep. I was jolted awake again. The screaming and shattering of glass plagued my dreams just like the night before. No matter how hard I tried I still couldn't remember any other details of the nightmare. I felt exhausted, like I had only slept a short time. I did my best to shake off the residual angst of the dream and got dressed for work. "Hey son?" My dad yelled. "You got a minute?" I hesitated before answering . This was out of character for him. He would usually demand things rather than request them. "One sec." I responded. I couldn't even begin to imagine what he wanted to talk about. I walked out of the room down the hallway. "In here." I heard him call from the kitchen. I was still fastening my belt as I entered, and when I lifted my eyes in his direction I was once again floored. His head was rested on his left shoulder, and I could see the bone and tendons from within his carved open neck. His face was nearly blue, his eyes bulged and blood covered his body. His eyes were fixated on me. I screamed. I ran from the kitchen and into the bathroom. As I splashed my face with water I heard him call out for me again. "Son what's going on?" I looked in the mirror shaking my head violently. "Son please!" He called once more. I rubbed my eyes, taking a few deep breaths. Once I composed myself I made my way back to the kitchen, cautiously I rounded the corner. He sat there, looking as he always had, looking even more concerned than the morning before. I blinked a few times, running my hands anxiously over my face again before sitting down. My dad sighed, seemingly trying to find the words to say. "I know I haven't been the greatest father." I looked at him incredulously. He continued "I have no excuses for the way I've treated you and...." He trailed off. "And your mother." His voice was quivering now. "Before she... Passed away, I know she was sick, her mental illness wasn't her fault, but I know I am to blame for her taking her own life. And there is nothing I can do to take that back. She loved you, and though I may not have shown it, I love you son. And I'm sorry." After a few moments of silence, tears started streaming down his face. Despite the shock that I was in, I got up and wrapped him in a hug, saying nothing. That night I laid in bed thinking about what he had said, pondering what may have pushed him to this point, thinking maybe the guilt of everything just caught up with him. When I woke up, the first thing I realized was that I'd slept through the night dreamless, although I still felt exhausted. The hallucinations I'd experienced still weighed heavy on my mind. It made me sick to my stomach to think about it. I was terrified that I would find him the same way this morning, or maybe even worse. I clenched my jaw and opened the door. As I walked down the hall toward the living room I imagined the possibilities of what I might see. Finally I reached the end of the hallway and peeked around the corner. To my relief I saw my dad sitting casually, drinking his coffee, watching the morning news. He flashed me a warm smile. "Morning son." He said. I realized I'd been holding my breath and sighed loudly. It seemed like the only shocker was that he seemed to be more compassionate than ever before. Things continued on this way for several weeks, my quality of life began to actually improve. There were no nightmares, nor hallucinations, and my fear of inheriting my mother's sickness faded. My father and I were on better terms than ever before, I was finally able to let my guard down a little, even so much as to meet a girl whom I gradually started to grow close to. We went out on a few dates and began talking every day. Then it happened. Everything shattered. Before the newfound peace my father and I shared, I'd never considered bringing anyone to my house for fear of scaring her away. I finally felt comfortable enough to do so. After a dinner and movie date she agreed to come back to my place for the night. It was all going smoothly, until I opened the door. She was talking about her job as we entered, then she stopped mid-sentence, her face went pale. Then she screamed. The most terrified scream I'd ever heard. When I followed her gaze, and I saw what she saw, I knew... The decomposed, rotting corpse of my father sat in his wheelchair in the living room, his mouth was wide open, his eyes bulging from a head that hung backwards loosely from his neck. The smell. How had I not smelled it before. She bolted, screaming in terror. I was too shocked to care. I left the front door wide open, walking like a zombie towards his rotting corpse. I felt numb. Cold. I entered the kitchen where I saw the blood, coagulated blood covered the tiled floor as well as broken glass from the back door. It all came clear to me then. The nightmare, the screams and sounds of glass shattering, the apology, his sudden change in personality and compassion, the reason I woke up so exhausted, the break-in. Everything after the moment my father was nearly decapitated by an unknown assailant, it was all in my head. I guess he had some bad blood with someone other than just his family. So here I sit, in this room, reliving the true story in my head over and over. They keep me medicated of course. After a thorough psych-eval they tell me that what I once believed to be hallucinations of my dad having been mutilated was actually the other way around, I hallucinated him being alive after finding him murdered. Apparently I would get up in the middle of the night to move him around, just to maintain the illusion. My subconscious mind locked me out. Now that I opened that door it shut behind me, locking me in for good, searching those dark corners and passageways. I don't know if the hallucinations were partially the result of inheriting my mom's mental illness, or if I just finally snapped after losing the last shred of family i had left. If it's the latter I wouldn't say my cup runneth over, more like I kicked the fuckin' cauldron. On the bright side, I talked to my sister today. Even though they tell me, however, that I somehow hallucinated everything following his murder and that my subconscious mind created a more preferable reality than the one I was in, something bothers me. As I was leaving for work the day before I was admitted, my dad said something that makes me question this situation even more. "You need to get in touch with your sister and tell her congratulations." I would have questioned further if I wasn't late for work. I didn't even stop to ask him what I was supposed to congratulate her for. During the conversation with my sister today, she told me the good news... She's pregnant. She just found out today. Reddit Story: https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/13rvn56/my_entire_world_is_undone/

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Thanks for watching and stay spooky! 👻</p><p><br></p><p>Find me and add me on everything over at my Linktree: https://linktr.ee/spookcentralstation</p><p><br></p><p>If you have a story you&#39;d like to share or have me narrate, feel free to email me at:</p><p>spookcentralstation@gmail.com</p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> 2e7547b7-9117-44b0-8c45-10ac7604e3c7 https://youtu.be/pa9CnNBmVtk Tue, 04 Jul 2023 13:00:00 +0000 790 true full I Harvested Organs From A Guy 3 Times Before He Mentioned It (Reddit Story by u/Lyn_R_Rose) I Harvested Organs From A Guy 3 Times Before He Mentioned It (Reddit Story by u/Lyn_R_Rose) 30 1 Spook Central Station Organ harvesting isn’t a glamourous job. It pays well, but you can’t afford to be slow or sloppy. If you are, the best case scenario is that you miss a pay check, the worst, you get caught. And if you get caught, no one is coming to help you. I’ve been doing it for a few years now, so I’ve got my strategy down. I’m fairly frail looking so all I have to do is fake a limp and people don’t think twice about ‘helping’ me. It’s laughably easy to lure bleeding hearts to a secluded area so I can slit their throats and open them up. The target I had staked out that day was a mousy stick of a man. He obviously spent more time at the computer than at the gym. He didn’t seem like the type to carry, but I was always careful to look a person over for signs of a concealed carry. He stuttered when I approached him, practically shaking like a new born deer, but he was happy to help. He didn’t even bother to try to keep me in his glasses bound sights. It made it all the easier to strike him down. I want to say that I knew something was wrong, that even the tiniest bit of dread creeped down my spine, but I had no idea how bad of an idea it was to choose this guy. I did my usual harvesting routine, packing the now free organs in a stashed cooler. I space out my harvests and cycle locations to err on the side of caution, so I was miles away from where I killed him when I saw him again. I have a pretty good poker face, but it almost shattered when I spotted him no worse for wear, humming to himself while taking a walk. It was impossible. He couldn’t have survived; much less be in the condition to walk around. It had to be some weird look alike! Still, I hated loose ends. He acted just like last time, though he seemed to pick up on my distress. “A-are you o-okay?” “I’m okay, just a bit stressed... Hey, random question but do you have a twin?” He blinked owlishly at that. “No... I-I'm an only child.” Even with how suspicious I must have been acting, killing him was just as easy as last time. Panting, I watched him spasm and choke as he haemorrhaged from the cut on his throat before he stilled. Maybe it was just my nerves, but the following silence felt deafening. Instinct told me to run but I needed to at least harvest one organ today. I nudged him with my foot, half expecting him to jolt up and bite at my throat like a zombie from a horror movie. Nothing. Still my heart would not slow. I took more from him than I did last time but my cuts were much shakier. I rested an extra few days after that and I was still shaken when I went out again. Of course, he was there again. Instinct screamed at me to leave, to abandon what felt like a sinking ship, but I feared what would happen if I didn’t kill him more than if I did. My composure was better, but I still felt I was drawing more attention than was healthy for my career. Again, there wasn’t a slightest bit of difference in how he acted. I killed him again. One slice and he was down. The world spun. How many times would I have to keep doing this? In a daze, I turned around and began to walk away. “I think you’re missing a couple of steps.” That voice, smooth and barely recognizable, froze me solid. I couldn’t breathe as I looked back. He stared back at me, a completely neutral expression on his face, unbothered by the gouge in his throat. But that neutrality quickly faded into thinly veiled irk. “I let you rip out my guts two times, the least you can give me is a decent reaction.” In an adjacent situation, that would have been moment guys with cameras would burst out of the woodwork and yell “you just got pranked bro!” but no one jumped out of the shadows. It was just me and what should have been a corpse. I finally managed to choke out a pathetic “how?” He snorted. “You haven’t been remotely entertaining enough for me to entertain answering that.” I took a step back. “What?” “Looks like you haven’t been harvesting enough brains.” He shifted so he was laying on his side, throat still open and oozing. “Why else wouldn’t I have struck you down the second I found you slicing a woman’s throat? You’re entertainment. Though lousy in that front.” Ice cold terror and red-hot fiery rage battled in my bloodstream, the urge to run away fighting the urge to stomp his brains in. “You’re lucky, really, to have run into me and not someone else. My moral backbone is quite bendable, especially when I’m bored. But,” He tapped his fingers on the bloody concrete, “You really weren’t worth keeping alive.” “I’ll kill you!” I said reflexively, trying to repress my shaking. He raised an eyebrow. “And how do you plan on doing that?” My mouth opened but I couldn’t squeeze anything out. “That’s what I thought.” He rose to his feet like he was wire-flying in a play, completely unnatural. “Now, I believe it’s time to discuss repayment.” “What?” If this had been some sort of game or film, his eyes would have glowed, but instead those dark orbs seemed to swallow light like a black hole. “For every organ you stole, of course. Every inch of skin flayed, every drop of blood spilled.” “I can give you money!” I sputtered. “A lot of money! All the money!” He blinked slow and sure, like a lazy predator who knew its prey could not escape. “Does it look like I have any interest in money?” That’s when I finally succumbed to the instinct to run. I darted out of the alleyway. At least that’s what should have happened, but as if I made a full circle, when I rounded the corner I was back in the alley with him staring blankly at me. He clicked his tongue. “It’s far too late to back out now, especially since you’ve accumulated so much debt.” I had to get out of here, out of this thing’s clutches. I looked down at my knife. “Like I said.” He was suddenly way too close, a hand trapping the wrist of my knife hand. “It’s far too late to back out.” My fist shattered on impact with his impossibly hard chin. He didn’t even flinch as I screamed in agony. “Oh my, throwing a tantrum? The only person to blame is yourself.” I continued to struggle against his grip, but I could not even make him so much as wiggle. “How sad. And how annoying-” I suddenly couldn’t move, like the air around me had become stone. His eyes in which nothing escaped bore into mine. “Let’s tally up your debt, shall we? Two hearts, two livers, four lungs, four kidneys, one stomach, thirty-six broken ribs, one-hundred ninety-one square inches of flayed skin and muscle, and 13 liters of split blood.” He tsked. “That’s quite a lot. And that is not including severed nerves.” I choked, trying to say something, anything. “Even if we broke it down to a matter of simply cells, you don’t have enough in your body currently to repay me. So,” He drew out that syllable. “If I were to harvest a pint of blood every 12 weeks, you would have 7 years before your final payment is required.” “Now,” his bored expression broke into a sinister grin. “Let’s make the first payment, shall we?” His free hand crept up to the forearm he held captive. I renewed my efforts to escape as he dragged a nail across my skin, though I still couldn’t move no matter how hard I tried. His finger stilled on a vein and I felt a sharp sting, like a needle had grown out of his fingertip. After what felt like forever, he removed his finger, revealing an oozing wound. “There. That wasn’t so bad, was it?” His grip, both physical and supernatural, released me. I scrambled back, but what distance I gained didn’t feel remotely enough. “Whelp.” He made a show of dusting off his bloody clothes. “I’ll be seeing you. Oh, and try to cut your life short and you’ll regret it.” With that, he turned and walked out of the alley, whistling an unfamiliar tune like he didn’t have a care in the world. Reddit Story: https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/13l8ajf/i_harvested_organs_from_a_guy_3_times_before_he/

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Thanks for watching and stay spooky! 👻</p><p><br></p><p>Find me and add me on everything over at my Linktree: https://linktr.ee/spookcentralstation</p><p><br></p><p>If you have a story you&#39;d like to share or have me narrate, feel free to email me at:</p><p>spookcentralstation@gmail.com</p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> f46e63dc-dd2d-4040-af9a-997fdf90a85c https://youtu.be/nui-8K0rZ-8 Thu, 22 Jun 2023 13:15:00 +0000 599 true full Do You Actually Believe In Ghosts? (Reddit Story by u/Verrgasm) Do You Actually Believe In Ghosts? (Reddit Story by u/Verrgasm) 29 1 Spook Central Station "Pfft" I made a dismissive noise as if I wasn't afraid. Obviously, I was. There, just the two of us, alone in that old abandoned house in the middle of the night. "Of course I don't..." "Then get a move on and set up the fucking board, pussy." Tyler said cooly over his shoulder, individually placing and lighting small black candles around the barren dusty bedroom. "It's almost the witching hour." “I’m doing it, I’m doing it…for fuck’s sake…” I unzipped my backpack and took out the spirit board before laying it flat in front of me, surrounding it with white candles and placing the glass on top. “We know it’s bullshit, anyway. Who cares if we’re a minute late? Are you gonna be all sulky when Elvis doesn’t show up to sing you a song?” “It’s Halloween, dickbird. All Hallows’ Eve. If it was ever going to work, it’d be tonight…” With the room flickering in the dim light, we took our places facing each other on opposite ends of the board, placing our left hands on the glass. The air tasted stale in there, literally, I could taste the decay on my tongue. My biggest concern at that point was inhaling mold spores or catching my skin on a rusty nail and getting tetanus or being devoured alive by one of the many giant spiders that’d made their nests in the darkest corners which I cringed to look at. Sensing my impatient urgency, Tyler told me to just ‘close my eyes and clear my mind’, which I did, reluctantly. Anything to get this crazy shitshow wrapped up so that we could get back to Mike’s party on the other side of town. I felt pretty damn stupid trespassing in that hellhole dressed as a pirate, minus an eyepatch. Tyler on the other hand was much more appropriately costumed with his spooky black hooded robe and plastic-gold pentacle medallion; of which I hadn’t stopped laughing at since I first saw him that evening. Why I ever let Tyler talk me into bailing and going there of all places, I’ll never know. Morbid curiosity, perhaps? Maybe I just couldn’t stand another minute of that dickhead Blake and his shitty fucking attitude, all drunk and ready to fight over nothing. I hoped he’d be gone or passed out by the time we made it back, then I might actually have a chance to make some progress with Becca. She’d been particularly distant at Mike’s, upset by all the drama. We sat in uncomfortable silence for a while, I honestly can’t even say how long, before Tyler finally felt it appropriate to speak. He let his voice flair as if he were the lead performer in some silly magic show. “Spirits! We seek your presence! We seek your knowledge! Please! Come towards us!” Another indeterminate moment of silence passed, not even the wind whistling outside interjected, and Tyler tried his hand as a conjurer once more with the same over-the-top dramatic inflection. “Spirit! Please make yourself known! We seek your company! Can you let us know if you are here with us?” Still, nothing. Tyler glanced around in frustration and I went to stand, done with the whole thing. “This is fucking stupid, Tyler. Let’s g-” “Don’t take your hand off the glass!” The look on Tyler’s face as we locked eyes was half of surprised amazement and the other a reserved dread, he gripped the back of my palm tighter, pressing it into the glass. “I can feel it…” “The fuck are you talking ab-” I began, before being cut off by something unseen. I felt it too. Like the air grew thicker, switching in an instant from the expected dry staleness of a dead home to the macabre miasmic odor of something else. Something else entirely, like a burning garbage fire. Death. “Tyler… what the fuck?” “Shhhhhhh!” Tyler hushed me, drawing his free hand to his lips before motioning around the room with it. “Listen…” Then, as soon as he’d said it, I could hear it. A soft tapping, slowly traveling from one end of the ceiling to the other. Right above us. Steadily and with clear intent, it continued its slow circuit of laps in what I assumed was the attic. Tracing us, going between Tyler and I. Choosing. “What is your name, spirit?” The glass shuddered beneath our palms and Tyler had to remind me to keep my grip loose, which wasn’t easy. I could see that he was opening his mouth, likely to ask the question again, but before he could speak the glass began to slowly travel letter-by-letter across the spirit board… crawling like a bug. I barely even had my hand on it. Stifling the urge to run or to look away, I concentrated on the letters, scrawling them down as my fingers shook until the name was entirely spelled out. C-H-R-I-S-T-I-N-E “Holy shit, we need to get the fuck out of here, Tyler. This isn’t funny anymore, c’mo-” Tyler shushed me again, regaining his composure. He applied more desperate pressure onto my hand, urging me to stay. I could tell he was trying to recall the other questions he’d prepared beforehand, but it was obvious that he was about as terrified and astonished as I was. In a voice quivering through his intended confident tone, Tyler continued; now well beyond the flippancy of his initial theatrics, he spoke tentatively. “Christine…” The glass trembled, and it was all I could do but to convince myself that it wasn’t real. That none of it was. It couldn't be. A soft whimper escaped my lips, my eyes closing tightly in fear. “Can you make yourself known to us?..” The silence was entirely deafening, as if I couldn’t even hear our twinned shallow breathing anymore. Then, after an eternity, I found the courage to open my eyes. There, in the far corner, I saw what could only be described as a corpse. Hunched up, with its mangled bloody and bruised legs contorted around itself and its broken purple-pale arms twisted around the back of its head. The dead-eyed monster was staring me down, gawking with bulging white marbles between its thick strands of sticky brown hair. Its wide-open mouth was a gaping black hole. An abyss. Without a thought, I grabbed Tyler by the arms and pulled him through the open doorway, sending the glass tumbling in our wake as we rushed back down the creaking staircase and into his shitty red Corolla parked on the sidewalk. I didn’t look back, but I couldn't stop screaming. As Tyler sped us away from the house, I found my ability to breathe lacking, let alone able to find the words to describe what was right there lurking just feet behind him through my shock. I’m not ashamed to say that I started crying right there in the passenger seat, weeping like an inconsolable lost child. Tyler was in the middle of calling me a slew of degrading names, when suddenly, the radio turned on inexplicably through no action of our own. Static made it impossible to decipher what was playing, but it was something slow and soothing. Soft jazz. Oldies. We simply stared into each other's stunned faces, frozen, until Tyler turned his attention back to the road and launched into a screaming fit of his own. There it was, in the middle of the dark country lane, all contorted and bent in every unnatural way imaginable. The car screeched as Tyler frantically jerked at the wheel and we went straight through a wooden barrier and over a ditch before coming to a smoking wrecked stop amongst some trees, rolling several times in the chaos. We were upside down when I woke up. Tyler didn't. His face, I’ll never forget it… all wet and red. Utterly crushed. Dragging myself through the shattered windscreen, cutting my forearms as I shimmied through the opening, I cried out for help but none came, and I felt myself slipping away. The dark of the woods grew increasingly opaque, like a heavy film covering my drooping eyes, and I began to fall backwards into an onyx chasm of calm nothingness. The fluorescent hospital lights stung at first, but as my vision began to adjust I took solace in the fact that the ordeal was over. I scrambled internally, trying to piece together what had happened to me. Then I saw it, crumpled up in the corner, staring my way without eyes… right through me. It was Tyler. His necrotic pulp of a face leaked thick black sludge onto the blinding white hospital tiles beneath. Blacker than tar. Black like the abyss… Reddit Story: https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/13idih6/do_you_actually_believe_in_ghosts/

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Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>Reddit Story: https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/13idih6/do_you_actually_believe_in_ghosts/</p><p>Reddit User: https://www.reddit.com/user/Verrgasm/</p><p>Intro Song: https://www.youtube.com/@Jaxius  </p><p><br></p><p>Good evening Guys, Ghouls and Girls! Thank you for watching the latest narrated story.</p><p>Have you ever had an unexplainable experience that you just put down to being a bit weird or that you fully believe was something reaching out to get your attention? Do you believe in the paranormal? Let me know your stories in the comments below.</p><p><br></p><p>Please make sure to like, comment and subscribe! Thanks for watching and stay spooky! 👻</p><p><br></p><p>Find me and add me on everything over at my Linktree: https://linktr.ee/spookcentralstation</p><p><br></p><p>If you have a story you&#39;d like to share or have me narrate, feel free to email me at:</p><p>spookcentralstation@gmail.com</p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> 51a97b56-4650-4ee7-8667-d3e634292461 https://youtu.be/-E-ldJm06xs Wed, 14 Jun 2023 13:30:00 +0000 629 false full I’m 9 Months Into My Pregnancy And Something Horrifying Is About To Happen - (Reddit story by u/Theeaglestrikes) I’m 9 Months Into My Pregnancy And Something Horrifying Is About To Happen - (Reddit story by u/Theeaglestrikes) 28 1 Spook Central Station I’m not talking about childbirth. Something awful is growing within me. I’m a 29-year-old woman named Nancy, and this is my first pregnancy. There was nothing abnormal about our baby’s conception. I’ve lived a normal, middle-class, suburban life. No Satanic rituals. No cults. Nothing that Hollywood films often imply to be the culprit. I suppose I’d better explain why I’m going to die. 12 weeks: Everybody uses the cliché that pregnancy is “no walk in the park”, but I knew my symptoms were unusual at the very first ultrasound scan. My husband, Johnny, came with me, and I don’t think anything could’ve prepared us. The baby, much to our horror, had long, spindly arms and legs. And the worst part was the look on Dr Samson’s face. She was smiling. There was something uncanny about her skin. It seemed oversized and loose-fitting, though that was certainly enough to tauten my heart. If she’d looked ordinary, I might’ve dismissed her jolly reaction as an attempt to put us at ease. “Is that... normal?” Johnny asked. “Every baby is special,” The doctor answered, chuckling. Then she leant over my belly, inaudibly mouthing something to the baby. I cast wide eyes at my husband, silently begging for him to save me. Johnny opened his mouth, but the doctor lifted her head before he could speak. “Perfectly healthy and happy,” She said. Dr Samson’s smiling face followed us as we walked out of the room. We chalked it up to a weird experience – a weird screen glitch, a weird doctor, and a weird day. I wish I’d trusted my fearful instincts. 21 weeks: My husband and I hoped for a slightly more normal picture from my second scan, but Dr Samson showed us something even more unnerving. The baby seemed too well-formed for 20 weeks. I suddenly realised my late-night cramps and pains hadn’t been normal at all. The grinding, tearing sensation in my lower abdomen must've been those ghastly, elongated limbs digging away at my innards. I feared the baby would burst my uterus. “Perfectly healthy,” Dr Samson assured me, offering that same unhinged smile. “There’s something wrong with him,” I whimpered, crying. Johnny started to reassure me that Dr Samson was a professional, though I knew he shared my terror. He wanted to keep me safe and sane. He’s a good man. “Is there something wrong with the scanner, perhaps?” He asked, hopefully. Dr Samson giggled. “No. It’s perfectly fine.” “I think I want a second opinion,” I said. I expected the doctor to refuse, but she persisted with that searing smile. And a few days later, my third scan produced a bizarre result. Nothing appeared on the screen. Dr Houghton, my new doctor, sighed sombrely. “It could be a miscarriage or an ectopic pregnancy – a pregnancy outside of the womb. We’ll need to conduct tests.” I knew I hadn’t miscarried. My pain was worsening with every passing day, but no professionals could ascertain what was happening to me. And Dr Houghton couldn’t attend my fourth scan. Nobody could get in touch with him. So, Dr Brown took over. “Aha! Found your baby! He was just playing hide and seek,” Our new doctor said, laughing. Johnny and I gasped at the screen in terror. Finally, we could see our baby again. In the space of five days, our son had become ginormous. His legs were slinking out of view, and his head was filling up my womb. For a brief moment, Dr Brown rubbed his eyes, and I realised he wasn’t wiping the bags beneath them. Like Dr Samson, his flesh seemed to loosely cling to his face. But unlike Dr Samson, he seemed keen to keep us calm. “He might look a little large, but he’s healthy,” Dr Brown promised. “Perfectly fine.” “Why does everybody keep saying this is perfectly fine?” Johnny asked, finally losing his cool. “Something is wrong, and–” “I’ve seen a pregnancy like this before,” Dr Brown interjected, smiling. “I promise you that nothing is wrong with your son. He’s just a fast grower.” 32 weeks: We went for scans at different hospitals, but nothing showed up on scanners or results. As far as anybody could tell me, I wasn’t pregnant. One terrible night, at 3am, I started to think they might be right. I woke to find myself in a state of sleep paralysis. My lips couldn’t open and my limbs wouldn’t budge, so I wasn’t able to wake Johnny. Beyond my control, however, my grinding, painful limbs pulled my body out of bed. I could feel something within my body, like a secondary skeleton, puppeteering my paralysed form towards the en-suite bathroom. I stood before the mirror, trembling in disbelief at my sagging skin, horrified that the thing might burst free and tear me to shreds. My lips, still firmly pressed together, began to curl upwards. It was the same smile that I’d seen on Dr Samson’s face. 38 weeks: We saw Dr Brown yesterday. A late “emergency scan” revealed something, but we couldn’t even see a baby anymore. Just an indistinguishable mass that filled my womb. It might’ve been part of my baby’s fully-grown torso. “Perfectly fine,” Dr Brown said, smiling horribly. As we left the hospital in a dazed state of terror, Johnny and I bumped into Dr Samson, and the deranged doctor gripped my arm, leaning towards me. “Not long until you walk with us, Takra,” She giggled into my ear, presumably speaking to my baby. “And you’ll do perfectly fine.” This petrifying pregnancy finally makes sense. The relentless aches in my joints. The ever-drooping bags under my eyes. The throbbing sensation in my head – it feels as if something wants to worm its way in there, pancaking my brain against the inside of my skull. Replacing it with something else. I’m not going to give birth in 2 weeks, am I? Takra is going to fill my body and wear my skin like a glove. And I’ll become one of the loose-fleshed people. 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As a lot of you would know, roughly 3 months ago I had a baby and when I read this story it gave me chills - you always hope to have a healthy and *human* baby so this story was pretty funny to me. Luckily, I DID give birth to a human and she is absolutely perfect but it definitely would have been interesting if she lived up to the pet name I had been calling her when I was pregnant and she kicked me awake at 4 am in the morning.. my little gremlin.


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Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>Reddit Story: https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/13hs4tt/im_9_months_into_my_pregnancy_and_something/</p><p>Reddit User: https://www.reddit.com/user/Theeaglestrikes/</p><p>Intro Song: https://www.youtube.com/@Jaxius  </p><p><br></p><p>Good evening Guys, Ghouls and Girls! Thank you for watching the latest narrated story.</p><p><br></p><p>As a lot of you would know, roughly 3 months ago I had a baby and when I read this story it gave me chills - you always hope to have a healthy and *human* baby so this story was pretty funny to me. Luckily, I DID give birth to a human and she is absolutely perfect but it definitely would have been interesting if she lived up to the pet name I had been calling her when I was pregnant and she kicked me awake at 4 am in the morning.. my little gremlin.</p><p><br></p><p>Please make sure to like, comment and subscribe! Thanks for watching and stay spooky! 👻</p><p><br></p><p>Find me and add me on everything over at my Linktree: https://linktr.ee/spookcentralstation</p><p><br></p><p>If you have a story you&#39;d like to share or have me narrate, feel free to email me at:</p><p>spookcentralstation@gmail.com</p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> dc323512-8119-4e42-a6cb-fe78560483d4 https://youtu.be/txBMqCUdbfc Sun, 04 Jun 2023 13:00:00 +0000 474 false full Oregano, Salt And Just A Pinch Of Deadly Nightshade - (Reddit Story by u/ACWalkerIsScared) Oregano, Salt And Just A Pinch Of Deadly Nightshade - (Reddit Story by u/ACWalkerIsScared) 27 1 Spook Central Station So, I had to bust out the microscope to take a look at the chewed-up remains of some poison hemlock recently. Typical Tuesday afternoon for yours truly. I was given this chewed-up hemlock by a new acquaintance, whom I’ll refer to here as Rosemary. She'd heard through a web forum that I’m something of an enthusiast when it comes to the supernatural/paranormal/generally weird shit, and wanted me to inspect the sample for, well, any of the above. Hemlock, if you weren't aware, is a delightful little white plant in the carrot family, and eating it will win you everything from dry mouth to muscle death to respiratory failure. Nothing special next to most of what’s in my collection, but the story attached to the sample, now that’s something else entirely. I’ve included below the transcript of my interview with Rosemary. What follows below is her account of culinary chaos, and why the hemlock sample in my study shouldn't exist. * ROSEMARY’S ACCOUNT You can think I’m a bitch all you want, but you’re not the one who had to live with him. Anyone who had to be married to my husband as long as I was would’ve wanted to poison him, too. No, he wasn’t abusive. As far as I know, no, he didn’t cheat. Though looking back, there were a few late work nights that might’ve roused my suspicions. But honestly, if it was just cheating, I wouldn’t have cared. Hell, if he’d been with some new slut every other night, if he’d been a total manwhore, I think I could have lived with that much easier. No. The simple fact is, he got under my skin. The way he popped his gum. The high-pitched sigh he made when he got out of bed in the mornings. Chucking his shoes by the door instead of the closet shoe rack. The rancid smell of his breath at the end of the day, worming its way up my nostril as he leaned in to kiss me on the cheek. It may all sound trivial out of context, but put it all together for ten fucking years and the thousand little miseries combine into something maddening. Like an itch wriggling deep in the bone that I couldn’t scratch. A persistent ringing in my ear. A maggot in my apple. The worst of it was the foul blandness of him. He was perpetually unbothered by everything life threw at him, as apathetically content as a cow chewing cud in the field, and unaware of how all the little habits and details of him were starting to twist me out of my mind. He didn’t even have the decency to be ugly. No crooked tooth, no deep forehead wrinkle, no beer belly. He looked like nothing. Before I made the decision, I told him he could leave me if he wanted to. “Imagine if you left,” I mumbled, my head on the pillow, eyes on the stipples of the popcorn ceiling. “I wouldn’t hold it against you.” All he did was laugh, reach over from his side of the bed, and kiss me on the cheek goodnight. Tell me, what kind of man does that? Anyway, that was the night I realized I had to kill him. No, divorce was not an option. A prenup had been signed, was the problem. If I left him, I’d basically be left with nothing. He was the main breadwinner at the time, and had a sizeable life insurance policy. I had to protect my future. So, over the course of the year, I began to cultivate my garden in the backwoods behind our property. I bought the seeds on the darknet. Hemlock, oleander, foxglove, datura, hellebores, mandrake, deadly nightshade. A few others, too. I wasn’t sure how much of what would grow, so I wanted to cover all my bases. Yes, I’m not stupid, of course I thought about cleaning agents and stuff like that, but I figured all those would be easier to detect in an autopsy. Chemicals, you know. I figured natural stuff would disperse and disappear from the body faster. Then it’d just look like a heart attack. I wasn’t worried about him going out to the woods and finding the garden. He wasn’t the type to go and explore. I definitely didn’t see him go beyond the back porch in the months and months it took me to grow it all. I always made sure to tend to it while he was still at work, so he wouldn’t notice me sneaking off. So, after a lot of time and care, I was able to start harvesting. That first night was probably the giddiest I’d ever felt while cooking. It was a soup dish, I don’t remember exactly which. I poured out my own serving, leaving his in the pot for me to alter. As he kicked off his shoes by the fucking door and jammed his briefcase in the closet, yapping about some inane thing that happened at work, I began seasoning his soup. “So Lewis was worried the deadline on the deliverables was too tight . . .” “Mhm . . .” I sprinkled in oregano, salt, a pinch of the nightshade. “And I told him, you know, we’ve worked on tighter deadlines before without issue . . .” “Mhm . . .” In went the minced hemlock, shavings of mandrake, all generous amounts. I thought all that together would have to be enough. He’d be dead by midnight. We sat across from each other at dinner as he continued talking intermittently about work, blissfully unaware as ever while he was spooning poison into his ever-babbling mouth. He must’ve wondered, if he ever wondered about anything, why I looked so unusually alert that evening, so smiley and engaged as he told his story. It was my most thrilling dinner in a while. Every time I saw him take a sip, it was like a hit of heroin surging directly through my veins. I just remember thinking, I’m finally doing it. I’m finally going to be free. He finished the whole bowl, thanked me for the meal, and asked for seconds. I obliged. We went to bed. He fell asleep, and I pretended to do the same. I waited, breathless, for his symptoms to kick in. I waited for the vomiting, foaming at the mouth, heart palpitations, all of it. One hour ticked by, then another, and another. I wriggled over and pressed close to his chest like I was cuddling, trying to figure out if his heart had simply stopped in his sleep. But nope, it was beating strong as ever, and he slept like a baby all the way until his alarm chimed with the sunrise. I was just stupefied when he walked out that morning for work, looking right as rain, same braindead smile as he kissed my cheek and told me goodbye. All day I waited for a call that he’d collapsed at work, that he was in the hospital. Nothing. As if all my months in the garden, all the things I’d stirred into his bowl, had never existed. I figured I must not have used enough after all. So later I went collecting from the garden again, this time everything. I knew I couldn’t cook soup again, that might seem suspicious. So I made stew instead. When I say I threw in everything to his portion, I mean everything. Along with the nightshade, hemlock, and mandrake, I added enough datura seeds to make his brain pop like a bubble, and crushed every bit of the hellebores into a powder to add. Plus all the oleander, hell, everything, just everything. And then I had to throw in spices from my kitchen to mask the taste. Again we were sitting across from each other at the table, and he was happily wolfing the stuff down. “Taste alright?” I asked him, picking at my own meal. “Delicious as ever,” he said. “Actually, this is my favorite thing you’ve made in awhile. This a new recipe?” “. . . yep.” “Nice. You should definitely make it again.” Another night spent waiting for him to die. Nothing. He didn’t so much as shiver. When he left for work again the next morning, I was racking my head for answers. Did he have some sort of hyperstrong immune system? Had I overcooked the additions to his, somehow boiled all the poisonous parts out? I’d put in so much, there was no way it wasn’t enough. It should have choked him from the inside. It should have cooked the blood in his lungs. It should have sent the veins bursting in his eyes, flooded them red. At this point I was getting sleep-deprived and desperate. For the next several dinners, I stopped depending solely on my garden and started getting creative instead of staying careful. I found out from a TV show that you can poison someone with gold and silver, so I started breaking down my jewelry and ferreting tiny bits into his food. I slipped spoonfuls of drain cleaner and detergent beads into his afternoon smoothies. I went to visit my grandmother’s house to chip off the lead paint on her walls, and added that to all his dinners. My cleaning agents, in they went. Every dinner I upped the ante, and every dinner he ate with the smile, insisting it was delicious, before retiring for another peaceful night of sleep while I screamed inside my head. It all came to a head by the tenth dinner. I was watching him slurp down a concoction of henbane, crushed pills, and formaldehyde. “Yum,” he said. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I snapped. He blinked at me, all surprised. “Language, babe.” Something inside me splintered, the threads of my patience and mind snapped from the sleepless nights and the impossible failures and the years and years of waiting for something, anything to change. I was beyond controlling myself. I was beyond stopping the words from leaving my mouth. “You just keep eating it,” I said, choked. “Eating it all, and nothing happens. How do you keep eating it? Why won’t you say anything? I’m barely able to do anything about the taste anymore, don’t you taste it? Don’t you feel it? Why the fuck are you acting normal?” My husband didn’t say anything. He just stared at me from across the table. And then this slow, lazy smile spread across his face. “What?” I rasped. I’d never seen his face look like that. He smiled wider, then wider, showing all his white teeth and stretching his lips thin as hairs. Then he . . . his jaw. It unhooked. Slack. I watched, frozen, pinned to my seat as the man I’d been married to for ten years thrust his arm down his own mouth, all the way past the elbow. He didn’t break eye contact with me as he reached in deeper and deeper. He stopped, and I heard a wet squelch. He began pulling his arm back out, and gripped in his hand was something round and pink and fleshy, trailed by ropes of misshapen, bloody tubing. It quivered in his hand. Gurgled. I fought down the bile rising in my throat as he slapped the organ down on the table, the intestines still hanging out his gaping mouth, yellow fluid seeping into the white table cloth, leaking from the corners of his lips. The air swelled with the smell of rotten meat. He grabbed the knife to his right, plunged it into the smooth tissue of the organ, and sliced it open. He reached into the newly made slit and began picking things out, plopping them onto the table for me to see. Chewed-up hemlock. Blue detergent beads. Little black datura seeds. Paint chips. Foxglove leaves and petals. Specks of gold. One by one he plucked each poison and toxin out that I’d fed him over the last several days. All of it pristine, undigested. Finally, he picked out a leaf of deadly nightshade, and flicked it right onto my cheek. I think that’s when I finally screamed out loud. I leapt out my seat and ran, just ran. Behind me I could hear him laughing, a low wheeze dampened by the innards choking his mouth. I couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe. I just grabbed my keys off the counter and bolted to my car, that horrible laugh dogging me the whole way. I swear I heard it right in my ear even when I drove clear out the neighborhood. Sometimes I still do. Always behind, just outside my vision. * I went back, of course. The next morning, with the cops in tow. And you know what we found? Nothing. Not a trace of him, not a whisper. His car was gone, and the whole house had been cleaned out, completely empty. Years later, I even hired a P.I to try and track him, and all he was able to find of my husband was a few old photos on other people’s social media. In the words of the investigator, “it was like he scarcely existed.” In a way, I guess I got what I wanted. Not with the money, all the bank accounts were cleared once he left, but at least he was gone. For a while. Last few months, something’s changed. I’ve started getting things in the mail, in unmarked envelopes. Paint chips. Datura seeds. Specks of gold. This hemlock is the latest. I tried changing my name and moving, but the envelopes keep coming. It has to be him. But I have no idea what he wants. No idea if he’s sending me these as a warning, or a joke, or a promise. I only know it means he’s coming. END OF ROSEMARY’S ACCOUNT * Well, I took a look at the hemlock and other samples under the microscope per Rosemary’s request, as well as to satisfy my own curiosity. That, along with other tests, didn’t yield any results out of the ordinary. But I did find something else interesting. Rosemary had also given me copies of the photos her P.I found (she hadn’t kept any from her marriage). The man photographed within was fairly bland looking, and wore the same perfectly pleasant smile in every single one, as though he had that exact facial expression down to a science. I cross-analyzed the photos with some face databases and archives, and came up with one match. From 1945. The photo show's him standing in the center of a group of young, laughing men just outside a bar in Oak Ridge, Tennessee. Now, could it be a coincidence? Could it be a simple case of Rosemary’s husband having a look-a-like from way back when? Sure. It definitely makes more sense than the alternative explanation. But it’s the smile. That same, perfectly pleasant smile, frozen in black and white. Think I’ll skip dinner tonight. Reddit Story: https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/132cb14/oregano_salt_and_just_a_pinch_of_deadly_nightshade/

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My husband and I celebrated our one year wedding anniversary in March in a very chill, KFC and trackies sort of way but since having our newborn, I kind of relate to wanting to slip something into his food just so I can get a bit of shut eye without being talked at or harassed but alas, he lives to see another day! This one gave me the chills and what a twist at the end! Let me know what you think in the comments.


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Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>Reddit Story: https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/132cb14/oregano_salt_and_just_a_pinch_of_deadly_nightshade/</p><p>Reddit User: https://www.reddit.com/user/ACWalkerIsScared/</p><p>Intro Song / Music: https://www.youtube.com/ @Jaxius  </p><p><br></p><p>Good evening Guys, Ghouls and Girls! Thank you for watching the latest narrated story.</p><p><br></p><p>My husband and I celebrated our one year wedding anniversary in March in a very chill, KFC and trackies sort of way but since having our newborn, I kind of relate to wanting to slip something into his food just so I can get a bit of shut eye without being talked at or harassed but alas, he lives to see another day! This one gave me the chills and what a twist at the end! Let me know what you think in the comments.</p><p><br></p><p>Please make sure to like, comment and subscribe! Thanks for listening and stay spooky! 👻</p><p><br></p><p>Find me and add me on everything over at my Linktree: https://linktr.ee/spookcentralstation</p><p><br></p><p>If you have a story you&#39;d like to share or have me narrate, feel free to email me at:</p><p>spookcentralstation@gmail.com</p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> 4d39a699-f68f-4297-b899-07862a0b6119 https://youtu.be/ngg7LDteEHo Sun, 28 May 2023 03:00:00 +0000 968 false full This Body Used To Be Mine - (Reddit Story by u/KamaciteClover) This Body Used To Be Mine - (Reddit Story by u/KamaciteClover) 26 1 Spook Central Station It started with a cut. I had not thought much of it at the time, nor could I tell you where I even got it from. It’s the only thing I could think of that would explain it: how they got inside. It was a thin cut on the centre of my right palm. It hurt more than my ego would care to admit. As a precaution, I cleaned it and applied a liberal amount of anti-bacterial cream before covering it with a bandage. It had been a nuisance while pushing my computer mouse around with it, constantly reminding me of its presence. I lifted my hand and rotated my wrist. A rough series of cracks sounded off with the sensation of dragging a stick through gravel. Papercuts and carpal tunnel: the hazards in my field of work. I turned my gaze to the bottom right corner of the screen. 4:48 PM. 12 minutes from the end of the shift. My supervisor had already slipped out. They had tickets to…something…it didn’t matter. I wasn’t paying too much attention at the time, truth be told. They had bragged the whole afternoon away and strutted out a full hour early. None of us had the desire to challenge the person above us on the food-chain. God forbid if they found out I took less than 15 minutes at the end of the day. Not the most pleasant work environment, but it was the one that actually hired me. Perhaps my exploitability was my key asset. Most of the other workers had taken their chances and left soon after the supervisor’s exit, leaving me behind. Seeing no one was around, I signed out and turned off my monitor. Sliding my papers into my pack, I lifted it by the strap with my right hand, not giving much thought to the action. I dropped it immediately in response to a shooting pain. I looked at my palm. The bandage was virtually pristine, save for the wrinkles caused by the curvature of my hand. Odd. It had felt as if I grasped a curling iron, or at least I imagined that’s how it felt. I gingerly tested the strap with my right hand again. It seemed fine. The sensation had been far more severe than anything I had felt during the work day. I decided against putting further unnecessary stress on it. Using my left hand, I hoisted it around my shoulder. It had already fallen dark by the time I walked out into the office parking lot. I would have complained, but around this time last year we had a significant snowfall. I was just happy I didn’t have to drive home through the snow. My palm was throbbing. I had no gloves on me, so my hands were rather cold, but the sensation was far greater in my bandaged right palm. It was as if an icicle pierced right through its centre. I hurried towards my vehicle in the corner of the empty lot. I flung the driver’s side door open and tossed my pack into the passenger’s seat. … My eyes opened; their vision consumed by a miniature mountain range of white that was a stucco ceiling. I blinked the sleep away from my eyes. A thought was developing, yet it dragged along, scraping the inside of my skull, refusing to form into anything coherent. I just laid still with an instinctual feeling that something was not right. Without my mind giving any definition to this feeling, I was unsure how to act. My eyes remained on the ceiling. It was much like that which coated the ceiling of my parents’ old home. I hadn’t seen much of the unappealing substance since I moved out. My apartment’s styling was an amalgamation of wood, concrete, and glass. Perhaps a few years ago it’s design would have been considered inspired… I was not in my own bed. My eyes shifted downwards carefully. Light shone through the window a few steps from the foot of the bed. The walls were lined in yellowing wallpaper. The scent of years of cigarette smoke hung in the atmosphere. My eyes tilted to my right. The red digits of a clock sitting on the peeling wood of a nightstand read 7:23 AM. My attention drifted to the left. The sheets were in disarray, leaving the impression of another body that inhabited the space moments before. I slowly sat up. I took in my surroundings. There was a brown rotting desk in the corner with a seemingly ancient metal lamp upon it. A black tube TV was wedged into a cabinet sitting in front of the window. To its left, a door, marked, beaten, wearing its years of abuse. The door’s painted white metal acted like a canvass for the dark streaks and other miscellaneous smudges that adorned it. I was in a motel. A real dump of one at that. I waited for memories to materialize. Nothing came. The parking lot, then this. I felt my stomach churn. It was as if time lurched forward without warning. The room was dizzying. My head turned towards the left of the room. In the corner was the entrance to the washroom. I hesitated for a moment. Burgundy curtains were drawn part way across the window, cloaking the left side of the room in shadow. Despite my nausea, I had little desire to cross the threshold of darkness towards the washroom. Rubbing my face, a soggy bandage slightly caught on the bridge of my nose. A sharp response shot off from my hand, causing me to pull it a way. It continued to ache dully as I inspected the warped bandage. Past my hand, my clothing and shoes sat amongst the mucky brownish red carpet. Without stepping down onto it, I leaned from the bed and snatched up my belongings. Hastily throwing them on, I stood up and began to make my way towards the room’s exit. I heard something fall off the bed. A pillow or blanket perhaps? I wasn’t sure, but I heard something. I turned around, my back to the front door. It was faint. A moan of sorts. Just barely audible. I wanted to pretend that I didn’t hear it. I stood still, unable to control my motor functions. I just stared into the dark. The moment hung in silence. A pale, wiry, hand slowly lifted itself from below the other side of the bed. Its digits clawed a crumpled sheet. Low moaning emanated from the dark. The noise sustained, becoming louder with every moment until, without warning, it became a shriek. I broke from my daze and spun towards the door. I grasped its handle and flung it back, fleeing out of the room. I refused to look behind me as I sprinted, creating as much distance as I could from the thing in the room. The chill ate at my skin as I ran through the outer walkway of a weathered green building. The winter sun was just beginning to rear its head. I approached a metal stair set leading down to the car lot below. My shoes clanged against the steps, echoing out into the silent morning. Once I reached the ground floor, I stopped and surveyed my surroundings. I had no idea where I was. To add to my concern, my vehicle could not be found amongst the handful that were sitting in front of the 2-story relic of a building. I looked up towards a sign that sat atop a pole placed by the Parking entrance. “MOTEL” was written in filthy fluorescent letters. The “O” was flickering. Scanning my surroundings, I noticed that the motel seemed to be tucked away in some sort of industrial district. I turned around to face the building I had just come out of. My breath plumed in the brisk morning air. Looking past the second-floor railing, I spotted the room that I had fled from. The door was still open. I couldn’t make out much else beyond that. My legs began to move before my mind even seemed to command it. I had no direction, just the need to escape, to be somewhere, anywhere else than here. I was running towards the parking lot exit. In my mind’s eye, the foul creature had crawled out onto the balcony, leapt down to the pavement, and was chasing me on all fours, frothing at the mouth. Sound had been muted. All I could hear was the beating of my heart accompanied by rhythmic breathing. The air stung my throat as I ran straight into the street. I nearly caught my leg on a pothole as I ran helplessly without any direction. I could feel it gaining. My chest squeezed as I felt it right on top of me. I continued to run, heaving, nearly out of breath, like a race horse about to collapse. Electricity danced around in my brain. The scenery began to darken. … There was nothing. Just a sound. Liquid. Gurgling. Distant, yet all too close. A violent tremor. Something shaking at my feet. I could feel its vibrations, yet I could not see. The veil was slowly lifted. Concrete. Columns dispersed across a barren grey landscape, marked by yellow dividing lines. Pipes overlapped one another on the ceiling. Glaring light emanated from a strip of fluorescent bulbs hanging above. An arrow was painted in the middle of the path, followed by another which curved left, leading down a corridor that spiraled out of view. My entire body felt rigid. How was it possible that I arrived here unconsciously? I went to turn my neck, and met a mild resistance. An invisible force tugged in the opposite direction as I turned to look to my right. It dissipated. A parking garage continued for some distance before me, with only a few cars scattered amongst the stalls. My body ached and my eyes burned. I blinked a few times, trying to shake away my fatigue. The entire structure was silent save for that sound. Rustling intermingled with a low gurgling. A sound that in my stupor, I did not register. As my mind fought through the distress of finding myself in another unknown location, I finally fixated on it. The origin of the noise was close. Incredibly close. At first glance, it seemed as if I was alone in this structure. My gaze locked forward. Right where the arrows led off to the side, there was a concrete wall, broken up only by the pristine metal doors of an elevator. In its reflection, was an obscured picture of myself and a dark blob directly at my feet. If the image on the doors was to be believed, something was laying right in front of me. It was just out of my vision. All I had to do was look down. The sound became more violent. It was that of a struggle. I felt something brush against my left leg. I tilted my head and looked down upon it. On the hard surface below me, was a man. He wore a black raincoat and blue jeans. He had a thick brow and hollow cheeks. His eyes were light blue. These were the details that I attempted to focus on, trying to avoid processing the entire picture. The man was convulsing in his own fluids, arching his back upwards and slamming it into the concrete. Streaks of blood came from the stripes that his nails had carved into his throat. His left hand gripped his chest as his right continuously raked at his throat. Saliva and bile dripped from clenched teeth that looked like they were on the verge of shattering. All the while his eyes were trained upon mine. I wanted to collapse, but my legs were locked in place. The body twisted and contorted to the point that I thought it was going to fold in on itself. Then it stopped. The man’s back fell flat on the concrete. Stillness. Life left his eyes. The pupils stared directly at the ceiling. For a brief moment, I thought I noticed something. Just at the inner corner of the man’s eye, something poked out. A bundle of dark strands, with distinct bends in them part way. Each of them had irregular jagged grooves. If I had to compare them to something, I would say they were almost like spider legs. They rotated and extended in each direction, then slid back inside from whence they came. The man’s cold blue eyes darted right, looking directly at me. … I stood in a dimly lit room. A warm liquid made its way down my right arm. There was a large gash in my bicep. I could see it, but could not feel it. A sensor light provided a slight amount of illumination from the outside. Glass was sprinkled across the carpet with intermittent blood stains. My eyes followed the trail of red which led to the remnants of a sliding glass door. It had been shattered. Something had even caught the frame, knocking it off the tracks. Past a bookshelf, just behind a sofa, something stuck out. I cautiously moved towards it. My legs stopped at the edge of the sofa. I leaned over. Not much detail could be discerned in the faint light, but I saw enough. A grown man, in a grey t-shirt and boxer shorts, lay on the floor face up, his feet sticking out just past the furniture. Behind me, a light wheeze glided through the air. I turned towards the noise. There had been a door behind where I had come into consciousness. It was slightly ajar. A few glowing stickers that depicted smiling planets, stars, and the like, were haphazardly thrown across it. At the center of the doorway was a small silhouette of a body. It twitched. I felt my insides nearly collapse on themselves. A soft whimper echoed through the building. My body became rigid. The cry sounded off again. It was muffled, but I could hear it all too well. My legs began moving, but not by my command. My neck twisted to the right. A carpeted staircase was before me. I continued towards the noise. I tried to stop. My body continued. My arms, legs, nothing responded to me. I ascended the steps. As the stairs creaked, the cries peaked in terror. The sound which once seemed almost silent was now deafening. It was as if my hearing had blocked out everything else and isolated the noise. At the top of the steps, I passed by a hallway lined with family photos. My eyes remained locked forward. Stopping abruptly, I pivoted to the right. My vision was consumed by a door. Whatever was behind it attempted to hold its breath, but their heartbeat was painfully audible. Without warning, my body slammed repeatedly against the door. The person behind it began screaming. On the third try, the door flew off of its hinges. Inside, a street lamp shone through a window’s blinds revealing a dark-haired woman. She lobbed something. It collided with my left shoulder. I proceeded forward. She backed into the corner of the room, unable to say a word. I lunged forward and threw her to the ground. My hands latched onto her head and began to pry her jaw open. Leaning above her, I felt my body shake as my mouth began to stretch open. Stripes of light from the window revealed the awful scene. The feeling of thousands of fibers dragging across my esophagus spurred my mind into a frenzy. A flood of minuscule wriggling masses came pouring out of my mouth, falling straight into hers. A few fell just shy of her mouth and crawled their way inside. I was able to spot one of them as it passed a blade of light. At its center, was a porous, white body. Sprouting from all angles were several dexterous strands that transported the grotesque masses at a disturbing speed and steadiness. Their form almost resembled the seed heads of dandelions in a hideous caricature of nature. Tears came from my eyes as I was helpless, only able to watch. My jaw then clamped shut and I let go of her. I watched as the last of the creatures crawled inside. Her jaw remained open, grotesquely askew. Eyes wide, her face locked into an expression of shock. My body stood up robotically and my gaze remained locked on her as she began to convulse on the ground. … I don’t know how much more time I have before I become nothing more than an observer. The hours that I am awake have begun to dwindle. I have lost track of time completely. I can not say if it has been days, weeks, or months. They know everything I intend to do. There is not much that can be done. There are others out there now who have lost their bodies and soul. All I can do is write about it with the time I have left. They sense no threat in these actions, perhaps because I know it is futile. What are they? How did they get inside that cut? I will never have answers to these questions. All I know is that they will continue to spread. Watch the people around you and take note of their strange behavior. I wish all of you well. If you do not heed these warnings, you may end up like me: A passenger. Reddit Story: https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/umraxy/this_body_used_to_be_mine/

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Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>Reddit Story: https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/umraxy/this_body_used_to_be_mine/</p><p>Reddit User: https://www.reddit.com/user/KamaciteClover</p><p>Intro Song: https://www.youtube.com/ @Jaxius  </p><p><br></p><p>Good evening Guys, Ghouls and Girls! Thank you for listening to the latest narrated story.</p><p><br></p><p>Please make sure to like, comment and subscribe! Thanks for watching and stay spooky! 👻</p><p><br></p><p>Find me and add me on everything over at my Linktree: https://linktr.ee/spookcentralstation</p><p><br></p><p>If you have a story you&#39;d like to share or have me narrate, feel free to email me at:</p><p>spookcentralstation@gmail.com</p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> c48994d5-58c9-49ff-bf1a-cc336561bdd0 https://youtu.be/nyMIGgcgOEY Mon, 22 May 2023 13:45:00 +0000 1122 true full These Aren't My Friends - (Reddit Story by u/Powerful-Time2067) These Aren't My Friends - (Reddit Story by u/Powerful-Time2067) 25 1 Spook Central Station My coworkers started acting weird; they’re not their usual selves. I just started working at this tech company last month after graduation, and it’s been amazing. I’ve started becoming closer with my coworkers, especially Ava and Dean. I’d like to say we’re all pretty good friends. Two weeks ago, Ava came to my office and asked if I talked to our boss at all today as he was acting off, and I just told her I hadn’t. I didn’t even think about that conversation until last week, when I came in and Ava came into my office. Usually, she’s a very cheerful person and very bright and happy. When she came in today, she greeted me in a very monotone voice with no emotion behind it. I asked if she was okay, and she just tilted her head slightly, said "of course," and left. I thought it was weird, so I went to talk to Dean and ask him if he noticed anything weird about Ava today, except he was acting the same way, with a blank stare and no emotion in his voice. It was creeping me out, so I just went back to my desk and started working. Now my office, along with everyone else's, has a comfortable amount of room and a bunch of glass windows surrounding it, so I can just sit at my desk and see anyone walking around outside. As I was working, I started to see Ava pacing back and forth at my office door, so I stood up and opened the door to ask her if she needed anything, and she just stared at me with her head slightly tilted and a smile on her face. I know, just based on how I described it, that it doesn’t sound creepy, but you weren’t there; it was one of the creepiest fucking things I’ve ever seen. Ava just walks away after that. After my shift is done, I start to walk to the elevator so I can go to my car and leave this place, as it was one of the weirdest fucking days I’ve ever had. As I go in the elevator and the doors start closing, Dean starts running towards it. It seems harmless enough, right? Wrong. Have you ever seen one of those horror movies where the bad guy or evil person starts running towards the main character at a sprint and the main character has a weird look on their face? They eventually come to their senses and realise they need to start moving their asses so they can escape what looks like death. Well, that’s what Dean looked like while he was running towards me, and I had an awful feeling, so I came to my senses and quickly started pressing the button so I could close the elevator and escape certain death. Lucky for us, it closes in time, and it sounds like Dean runs into the elevator doors at full speed. At this point, I’m creeped out, so I say fuck it and call in sick the next day and the next day and the next day until the weekend, when I’m off. I eventually called my mom and told her about everything. She thought I was being dramatic and maybe they were playing a prank, and honestly, I thought maybe she was right. So on Saturday, I text Ava first and tell her I’m coming over. She doesn't reply, so I just go over anyway. I knock on her door, no answer, I ring the doorbell, nothing, so I figure she’s out or busy, so I next text Dean, and same thing, no reply, so I go over, and same thing, no answer. At this point, I thought that something must be up, so I just waited until Sunday, but same thing, nothing. When I go back to work on Monday, I see Dean and Ava in Ava’s office together just staring at each other. I’m about to walk in and ask why they both ignored me during the weekend until I see their mouths open so wide it looks like their jaws should be broken and their eyes so wide they eventually start bleeding. After a few minutes, they close their mouths and their eyes go back to normal, and they just stare at me and start running towards me, so I use all my energy to get the fuck out of there, and I go and run into my office, shutting the blinds and locking the doors. They’ve been banging against them all day, and I just saw the news that a body has been found, and they identified it as Ava’s body. I don’t know what the fuck is happening, but whoever that is isn’t Ava, and if I’m right, that isn’t Dean either. I don’t know what to do; I can’t stay in my office forever, but I’m not ready to die yet. Reddit Story: https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/1375lma/these_arent_my_friends/

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Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>Reddit Story: https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/1375lma/these_arent_my_friends/</p><p>Reddit User: https://www.reddit.com/user/Powerful-Time2067/</p><p>Intro Song: https://www.youtube.com/ @Jaxius  </p><p><br></p><p>Good evening Guys, Ghouls and Girls! Thank you for watching the latest narrated story.</p><p><br></p><p>Have any of your friends acted super strange? Maybe not to this extent but I definitely have had some questionable nightmares! Let me know some of your stories in the comment section below.</p><p><br></p><p>Please make sure to like, comment and subscribe! Thanks for watching and stay spooky! 👻</p><p><br></p><p>Find me and add me on everything over at my Linktree: https://linktr.ee/spookcentralstation</p><p><br></p><p>If you have a story you&#39;d like to share or have me narrate, feel free to email me at:</p><p>spookcentralstation@gmail.com</p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> 5055d20c-8982-432c-9bd0-f110de626f6f https://youtu.be/1fpkip3Ql-c Sun, 14 May 2023 13:00:00 +0000 324 true full I'll Never Go Into The Woods Again - (Reddit Story by u/TrueGod92) I'll Never Go Into The Woods Again - (Reddit Story by u/TrueGod92) 24 1 Spook Central Station Journal Entry #1 - May 1st I don't know how I ended up here. I was hiking in the woods and suddenly found myself lost. I've been wandering for hours, but I can't seem to find my way back to the trail. The sun is starting to set, and I'm getting scared. I keep hearing strange noises, like something is following me. I need to find shelter for the night. Journal Entry #2 - May 2nd Last night was a nightmare. I found a small cave to sleep in, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching me. I heard growling and scratching outside the cave, but I was too scared to look. I barely slept at all. This morning, I found claw marks on the rocks outside the cave. I don't know what kind of animal could have made them. Journal Entry #3 - May 3rd I think I'm being hunted. Every time I stop to rest, I hear the same growling and scratching. I've seen glimpses of something moving in the shadows, but I can't get a good look at it. Whatever it is, it's fast and incredibly strong. I'm starting to fear for my life. Journal Entry #4 - May 4th I saw it today. It was a creature unlike anything I've ever seen before. It was big, with dark fur and glowing eyes. It moved silently through the woods, stalking me like prey. I don't know how I managed to escape, but I ran until I collapsed. I can still hear it out there, searching for me. Journal Entry #5 - May 5th I've been running for days now. I don't know how much longer I can keep this up. The creature is relentless, always one step behind me. I'm exhausted and hungry, and I can feel my will to survive slipping away. But I have to keep going. I have to find a way out of these woods. Journal Entry #6 - May 6th I found a map in my backpack. I don't know how I missed it before. It shows a river not too far from where I am now. If I can follow that, I might be able to find my way out of the woods. But I have to be careful. The creature is still out there, waiting for me. Journal Entry #7 - May 7th I made it to the river. It wasn't easy, but I managed to lose the creature along the way. I'm still scared, but I feel like I might have a chance now. I'm going to follow the river until I find help. I don't know what I'll do if the creature finds me again, but I can't give up. I have to keep fighting. Journal Entry #8 - May 8th I walked along the river all day yesterday. I'm tired and my feet hurt, but I'm making progress. I haven't seen the creature since I left the woods, but I can't let my guard down. I need to find help soon. I'm starting to run low on food and water. Journal Entry #9 - May 9th I came across a small campsite today. There was no one there, but there were some supplies left behind. I took what I needed and left a note in case the owners come back. It's a relief to have some extra food and water. I'm going to keep following the river and hope that I come across someone soon. Journal Entry #10 - May 10th I saw a helicopter flying overhead today. I tried to signal for help, but I don't think they saw me. I'm going to keep moving and hope that they come back. I feel like I'm getting closer to civilization. The river is getting wider and there are signs of human activity along the banks. Journal Entry #11 - May 11th I made it to a small town today. I don't know where I am exactly, but it's a relief to be around people again. I went to a diner and had a hot meal. It was the best thing I've tasted in days. I'm going to try to find a phone so I can call for help. I don't want to be lost in the woods again. Journal Entry #12 - May 12th Something is wrong with this town everywhere I turn I'm being watched by the people who seem to lack any kind of emotion. If I turn fast enough I see the creature next to them. Journal Entry #13 - May 13th I don't know what's happening in this town, but I know I need to get out of here. Everywhere I go, I feel like I'm being watched. The people are strange and emotionless, and I keep seeing glimpses of the creature. I managed to find a phone and tried to call for help, but no one answered. I'm starting to feel like I'm in some kind of nightmare. Journal Entry #14 - May 14th I tried to leave the town today, but I couldn't find my way out. Every road I took led back to the same place. I think I'm trapped here. I don't know what to do. I'm starting to feel like I'm losing my mind. Journal Entry #15 - May 15th I woke up in a strange room today. I don't know how I got here or who brought me here. The walls are covered in strange symbols and there's a strange smell in the air. I can hear strange noises outside the door. I think I'm in danger. I need to find a way out. I heard a phone ringing on the wall i picked it up and heard a gravely voice say. It sounds like you are experiencing a very difficult and scary situation. If you are truly in danger, it's important that you try to find help or a way to escape as soon as possible. If you have access to a form of communication, you could try calling for help or alerting someone you trust about your situation. If you are unable to leave the room or make contact with others, it may be helpful to try to stay calm and focus on your breathing. Remember that you are not alone If you are able to reach out to someone for help, do not hesitate to do so. Then the phone went silent I'm not sure what to do. Journal Entry #16 - May 16th I managed to find a way out of the room. It was a trapdoor under the bed. I'm not sure where it leads, but I had no other choice. I crawled through it and found myself in a dark tunnel. I can hear the creature's footsteps echoing through the tunnel. I'm scared, but I have to keep moving. I don't know what's going to happen next, but I have to keep fighting for my survival. Journal Entry #17 - May 27th I made it after 11 days I made it out of the building and the creature is no longer chasing me. I don't know how I managed to survive, but I did. I stumbled upon a road and managed to flag down a passing car. and dragged him out of the car. I was frozen with fear, but I knew I had to keep moving. I managed to jump out of the car and run as fast as I could. I could hear the creature's growls behind me, but I didn't look back. I kept running until I reached a small town. I collapsed in front of a convenience store and was taken to a hospital. I suffered from hallucinations, dehydration, exhaustion, and minor injuries. The doctors and nurses took care of me and I was eventually released from the hospital. To this day I don't know if what I went through was real but I do know that when I get to close to the woods I feel eyes on me. Reddit Story: https://www.reddit.com/r/Creepystories/comments/1366awf/ill_never_go_into_the_woods_again/

Reddit User: https://www.reddit.com/user/TrueGod92/


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Hope you like this creepy story I found whilst perusing Reddit.


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Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>Reddit Story: https://www.reddit.com/r/Creepystories/comments/1366awf/ill_never_go_into_the_woods_again/</p><p>Reddit User: https://www.reddit.com/user/TrueGod92/</p><p><br></p><p>Special Mention:</p><p>&#34;Pencil, Writing, Close, A.wav&#34; by InspectorJ (www.jshaw.co.uk) of Freesound.org</p><p><br></p><p>Good evening Guys, Ghouls and Girls!</p><p>Hope you like this creepy story I found whilst perusing Reddit.</p><p><br></p><p>Please make sure to like, comment and subscribe! Thanks for listening and stay spooky! 👻</p><p><br></p><p>Find me and add me on everything over at my Linktree: https://linktr.ee/spookcentralstation</p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> 6f722f2c-9e72-4e94-8bb8-d24f829d6f38 https://youtu.be/uGcYIE0eeqw Sun, 07 May 2023 13:30:00 +0000 637 false full The Worst Video Isn't On The Dark Web (Reddit Story) The Worst Video Isn't On The Dark Web (Reddit Story) 24 1 Spook Central Station Reddit Story:

https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/oz1k9p/the_worst_video_isnt_on_the_darkweb/

Reddit User:

https://www.reddit.com/user/twocantherapper/


This story is a little more graphic than some of the others I've narrated which makes it a little difficult for me to put the art to the story but I really like the gorier side of things.

Let me know if you have ever watched something that's ever shaken you to your core or made you immediately turn off your computer and find something else to do! 


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Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>Reddit Story:</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/oz1k9p/the_worst_video_isnt_on_the_darkweb/" rel="nofollow">https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/oz1k9p/the_worst_video_isnt_on_the_darkweb/</a></p><p>Reddit User:</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/twocantherapper/" rel="nofollow">https://www.reddit.com/user/twocantherapper/</a></p><p><br></p><p>This story is a little more graphic than some of the others I&#39;ve narrated which makes it a little difficult for me to put the art to the story but I really like the gorier side of things.</p><p>Let me know if you have ever watched something that&#39;s ever shaken you to your core or made you immediately turn off your computer and find something else to do! </p><p><br></p><p>Thank you for tuning in, as always your support is so very much appreciated. I have a few idea in the works so stay tuned for some more Spook Chatters and even a new segment! Please like, share and subscribe!</p><p><br></p><p>If you want to chat with me or support me further feel free to add / follow me on all the things!</p><p>Linktree:</p><p><a href="https://linktr.ee/spookcentralstation" rel="nofollow">https://linktr.ee/spookcentralstation</a></p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> 8b837423-6f7b-4946-b4e0-7441e0d1a721 https://youtu.be/8gByNnJ2yOs Sun, 28 Aug 2022 12:00:00 +0000 1799 true full My Father Was A Police Officer (Reddit Story) My Father Was A Police Officer (Reddit Story) 23 1 Spook Central Station Reddit Story:

https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/sefaje/my_father_was_a_police_officer/

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https://www.reddit.com/user/TDuarte11

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https://www.instagram.com/duarte_henri11/


This story had the hairs on my arms standing on end, what do we think that creature was? A Wendigo comes to mind or a shape shifter? Let me know what you think it is in the comments! Please make sure you show the writer of this story some love and appreciation, I have linked the original story and writer from Reddit and also their Instagram.


Good evening guys, ghouls and girls!

That's right, it's ya spooky girl returning to uploads. I am so sorry for the delay in getting uploads, I know some of you really look forward to these spooky stories. I have more already recorded and lined up for you additionally I am also working on more Spook Chatters and Movie Decompositions. Stay tuned for the next one, thank you for watching Stay Spooky! 👻



Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>Reddit Story:</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/sefaje/my_father_was_a_police_officer/" rel="nofollow">https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/sefaje/my_father_was_a_police_officer/</a></p><p>Reddit User:</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/TDuarte11" rel="nofollow">https://www.reddit.com/user/TDuarte11</a></p><p>Instagram Page:</p><p><a href="https://www.instagram.com/duarte_henri11/" rel="nofollow">https://www.instagram.com/duarte_henri11/</a></p><p><br></p><p>This story had the hairs on my arms standing on end, what do we think that creature was? A Wendigo comes to mind or a shape shifter? Let me know what you think it is in the comments! Please make sure you show the writer of this story some love and appreciation, I have linked the original story and writer from Reddit and also their Instagram.</p><p><br></p><p>Good evening guys, ghouls and girls!</p><p>That&#39;s right, it&#39;s ya spooky girl returning to uploads. I am so sorry for the delay in getting uploads, I know some of you really look forward to these spooky stories. I have more already recorded and lined up for you additionally I am also working on more Spook Chatters and Movie Decompositions. Stay tuned for the next one, thank you for watching Stay Spooky! 👻</p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> 27c3acfe-0b2b-4d2e-b438-7832f265c756 https://youtu.be/5dIKTOC3UJ0 Sun, 19 Jun 2022 04:30:00 +0000 921 true full The Whistler (Reddit True Story) The Whistler (Reddit True Story) 21 1 Spook Central Station Reddit Story:

https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/3xg36j/serious_what_is_the_creepiest_thing_that_has_ever/cy4f6mm/?context=3

Reddit User:

https://www.reddit.com/user/bingbong1234/

Video Link:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y9OLi6A2rzU


Hope you guys thought this was was really creepy too! I loved that there was even video evidence of The Whistler, I think that cements that this is a true story!

Can you imagine having a stalker for 16 years?! Doesn't that just make your neck hairs raise up? For them to have followed our story teller for that long is just really creepy! Let me know your creepy stories in the comments below!


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Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>Reddit Story:</p><p>https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/3xg36j/serious_what_is_the_creepiest_thing_that_has_ever/cy4f6mm/?context=3</p><p>Reddit User:</p><p>https://www.reddit.com/user/bingbong1234/</p><p>Video Link:</p><p>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y9OLi6A2rzU</p><p><br></p><p>Hope you guys thought this was was really creepy too! I loved that there was even video evidence of The Whistler, I think that cements that this is a true story!</p><p>Can you imagine having a stalker for 16 years?! Doesn&#39;t that just make your neck hairs raise up? For them to have followed our story teller for that long is just really creepy! Let me know your creepy stories in the comments below!</p><p><br></p><p>Thank you for tuning in, please like, comment, subscribe, hit the bell for notifications and share to help my channel out!</p><p><br></p><p>I am now on Patreon! Make sure you go and follow my social media to keep up with the latest updates etc!</p><p>https://www.patreon.com/spookcentralstation</p><p><br></p><p>Linktree:</p><p>https://linktr.ee/spookcentralstation</p><p><br></p><p>Feel free to join me on my Discord Server! Chat with me in real time and stay entertained by the games and amazing people that are over there!</p><p>https://discord.gg/phhC6A7Pbk</p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> f447e080-4a36-4935-bda6-8b58df648b8f https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FakzRTSJlRs&t=1s Sun, 06 Feb 2022 05:32:43 +0000 608 false full Do Not Watch "The Lady And The Cage" - Part Five (Reddit Story) Do Not Watch "The Lady And The Cage" - Part Five (Reddit Story) 20 1 Spook Central Station Reddit Story:

https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/q8dkyg/do_not_watch_the_lady_and_the_cage_part_5_final/

Reddit User: 

https://www.reddit.com/user/OrionSaintJames


That is the final part of Do Not Watch "The Lady and the Cage". Are you now a sentinel? Are you trapped in this horrible place too?

Di you absolutely LOVE this series like I did? Let me know in the comments!


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Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>Reddit Story:</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/q8dkyg/do_not_watch_the_lady_and_the_cage_part_5_final/" rel="nofollow">https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/q8dkyg/do_not_watch_the_lady_and_the_cage_part_5_final/</a></p><p>Reddit User: </p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/OrionSaintJames" rel="nofollow">https://www.reddit.com/user/OrionSaintJames</a></p><p><br></p><p>That is the final part of Do Not Watch &#34;The Lady and the Cage&#34;. Are you now a sentinel? Are you trapped in this horrible place too?</p><p>Di you absolutely LOVE this series like I did? Let me know in the comments!</p><p><br></p><p>Thank you for watching! Please like, comment, subscribe and share to help my channel out!</p><p><br></p><p>I am now on Patreon! Make sure you go and follow my social media to keep up with the latest updates etc!</p><p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/spookcentralstation" rel="nofollow">https://www.patreon.com/spookcentralstation</a></p><p><br></p><p>Linktree:</p><p><a href="https://linktr.ee/spookcentralstation" rel="nofollow">https://linktr.ee/spookcentralstation</a></p><p><br></p><p>Feel free to join me on my Discord Server! Chat with me in real time and stay entertained by the games and amazing people that are over there!</p><p><a href="https://discord.gg/phhC6A7Pbk" rel="nofollow">https://discord.gg/phhC6A7Pbk</a></p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> ea3f1164-7ae2-41be-9e73-56002b6d45c2 https://youtu.be/TbQrlwTlRaw Thu, 27 Jan 2022 07:00:00 +0000 1452 true full Do Not Watch "The Lady And The Cage" - Part Four (Reddit Story) Do Not Watch "The Lady And The Cage" - Part Four (Reddit Story) 20 1 Spook Central Station Reddit Story:

https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/q7obrh/do_not_watch_the_lady_and_the_cage_part_4/

Reddit User: 

https://www.reddit.com/user/OrionSaintJames


Are you feeling like you're in the Zoo? With the sentries clenching YOUR shoulders and that disgusting smell in the air? I hope it's not too late for you..


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Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>Reddit Story:</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/q7obrh/do_not_watch_the_lady_and_the_cage_part_4/" rel="nofollow">https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/q7obrh/do_not_watch_the_lady_and_the_cage_part_4/</a></p><p>Reddit User: </p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/OrionSaintJames" rel="nofollow">https://www.reddit.com/user/OrionSaintJames</a></p><p><br></p><p>Are you feeling like you&#39;re in the Zoo? With the sentries clenching YOUR shoulders and that disgusting smell in the air? I hope it&#39;s not too late for you..</p><p><br></p><p>Thank you for watching! Please like, comment, subscribe and share to help my channel out!</p><p><br></p><p>I am now on Patreon! Make sure you go and follow my social media to keep up with the latest updates etc!</p><p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/spookcentralstation" rel="nofollow">https://www.patreon.com/spookcentralstation</a></p><p><br></p><p>Linktree:</p><p><a href="https://linktr.ee/spookcentralstation" rel="nofollow">https://linktr.ee/spookcentralstation</a></p><p><br></p><p>Feel free to join me on my Discord Server! Chat with me in real time and stay entertained by the games and amazing people that are over there!</p><p><a href="https://discord.gg/phhC6A7Pbk" rel="nofollow">https://discord.gg/phhC6A7Pbk</a></p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> b5540358-e7d0-4086-b7b4-5af6dbe45c57 https://youtu.be/_-rJb3Sy_Ek Sat, 15 Jan 2022 09:00:00 +0000 1129 true full Do Not Watch "The Lady And The Cage" - Part Three (Reddit Story) Do Not Watch "The Lady And The Cage" - Part Three (Reddit Story) 18 1 Spook Central Station Reddit Story:

https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/q6ukdo/do_not_watch_the_lady_and_the_cage_part_3/

Reddit User: 

https://www.reddit.com/user/OrionSaintJames


Has the Lady and the Cage consumed YOUR life yet? Have you been institutionalized or caged up? ;)


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Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>Reddit Story:</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/q6ukdo/do_not_watch_the_lady_and_the_cage_part_3/" rel="nofollow">https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/q6ukdo/do_not_watch_the_lady_and_the_cage_part_3/</a></p><p>Reddit User: </p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/OrionSaintJames" rel="nofollow">https://www.reddit.com/user/OrionSaintJames</a></p><p><br></p><p>Has the Lady and the Cage consumed YOUR life yet? Have you been institutionalized or caged up? ;)</p><p><br></p><p>I am now on Patreon! Make sure you go and follow my social media to keep up with the latest updates etc!</p><p><br></p><p>Linktree:</p><p><a href="https://linktr.ee/spookcentralstation" rel="nofollow">https://linktr.ee/spookcentralstation</a></p><p><br></p><p>Discord server:</p><p><a href="https://discord.gg/phhC6A7Pbk" rel="nofollow">https://discord.gg/phhC6A7Pbk</a></p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> 8c3963f3-3aaf-4576-a747-b40995649d47 https://youtu.be/KTVH0VAhjBs Sat, 08 Jan 2022 06:30:00 +0000 1280 true full Do Not Watch "The Lady And The Cage" - Part Two (Reddit Story) Do Not Watch "The Lady And The Cage" - Part Two (Reddit Story) 18 1 Spook Central Station Reddit Story:

https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/q5t2cb/do_not_watch_the_lady_and_the_cage_part_2/

Reddit User: 

https://www.reddit.com/user/OrionSaintJames


This is getting good guys! Part 3 coming soon, stay tuned! Remember to like, comment and subscribe! Hit the notification bell for the next part!


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Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>Reddit Story:</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/q5t2cb/do_not_watch_the_lady_and_the_cage_part_2/" rel="nofollow">https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/q5t2cb/do_not_watch_the_lady_and_the_cage_part_2/</a></p><p>Reddit User: </p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/OrionSaintJames" rel="nofollow">https://www.reddit.com/user/OrionSaintJames</a></p><p><br></p><p>This is getting good guys! Part 3 coming soon, stay tuned! Remember to like, comment and subscribe! Hit the notification bell for the next part!</p><p><br></p><p>You can find me on these links below:</p><p>Discord server:</p><p><a href="https://discord.gg/phhC6A7Pbk" rel="nofollow">https://discord.gg/phhC6A7Pbk</a></p><p>Twitch:</p><p><a href="https://www.twitch.tv/spookcentralstation" rel="nofollow">https://www.twitch.tv/spookcentralstation</a></p><p>Linktree:</p><p><a href="https://linktr.ee/spookcentralstation" rel="nofollow">https://linktr.ee/spookcentralstation</a></p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> 2d29c470-6792-4596-a110-11cbf56be6dc https://youtu.be/xPxVdJO90Bk Fri, 31 Dec 2021 06:30:00 +0000 1204 true full Do Not Watch "The Lady And The Cage" - Part One (Reddit Story) Do Not Watch "The Lady And The Cage" - Part One (Reddit Story) 17 1 Spook Central Station Reddit Story:

https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/q53ols/do_not_watch_the_lady_and_the_cage_part_1/

Reddit User:

https://www.reddit.com/user/OrionSaintJames


This story is part one of five! I was extremely intrigued with this story, each part just gets better and better. Stay tuned for the next part coming soon!


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Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>Reddit Story:</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/q53ols/do_not_watch_the_lady_and_the_cage_part_1/" rel="nofollow">https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/q53ols/do_not_watch_the_lady_and_the_cage_part_1/</a></p><p>Reddit User:</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/OrionSaintJames" rel="nofollow">https://www.reddit.com/user/OrionSaintJames</a></p><p><br></p><p>This story is part one of five! I was extremely intrigued with this story, each part just gets better and better. Stay tuned for the next part coming soon!</p><p><br></p><p>You can find me on these links below:</p><p>Discord server:</p><p><a href="https://discord.gg/phhC6A7Pbk" rel="nofollow">https://discord.gg/phhC6A7Pbk</a></p><p>Twitch:</p><p><a href="https://www.twitch.tv/spookcentralstation" rel="nofollow">https://www.twitch.tv/spookcentralstation</a></p><p>Linktree:</p><p><a href="https://linktr.ee/spookcentralstation" rel="nofollow">https://linktr.ee/spookcentralstation</a></p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> b8214514-f263-4150-ac1f-26c3e4d56feb https://youtu.be/arYTgTJ_bKE Wed, 22 Dec 2021 12:00:00 +0000 816 true full My Husband Is Using Me To Appear Human (Reddit Story) My Husband Is Using Me To Appear Human (Reddit Story) 16 1 Spook Central Station Please show the writer some love:

Story written by: twocantherapper

Reddit user link:

https://www.reddit.com/user/twocantherapper

Purchase their book! 100% Unfiltered Nightmare Fuel:

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B09G3F45XK/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apan_glt_7X9AXTFXR14TG0MBG6RQ


Intro and background music in the video made by Jaxius:

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What a fantastic story, something extra creepy about this and how perfectly fitting considering I'm due to marry in the next coming months and I've always sworn my husband to be is something not from this world! :P


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Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>Please show the writer some love:</p><p>Story written by: twocantherapper</p><p>Reddit user link:</p><p>https://www.reddit.com/user/twocantherapper</p><p>Purchase their book! 100% Unfiltered Nightmare Fuel:</p><p><a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B09G3F45XK/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apan_glt_7X9AXTFXR14TG0MBG6RQ" rel="nofollow">https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B09G3F45XK/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apan_glt_7X9AXTFXR14TG0MBG6RQ</a></p><p><br></p><p>Intro and background music in the video made by Jaxius:</p><p><a href="https://www.youtube.com/c/Jaxius" rel="nofollow">https://www.youtube.com/c/Jaxius</a></p><p><br></p><p>What a fantastic story, something extra creepy about this and how perfectly fitting considering I&#39;m due to marry in the next coming months and I&#39;ve always sworn my husband to be is something not from this world! :P</p><p><br></p><p>You can find me on these links below:</p><p>Discord server:</p><p><a href="https://discord.gg/phhC6A7Pbk" rel="nofollow">https://discord.gg/phhC6A7Pbk</a></p><p>Twitch:</p><p><a href="https://www.twitch.tv/spookcentralstation" rel="nofollow">https://www.twitch.tv/spookcentralstation</a></p><p>Linktree:</p><p><a href="https://linktr.ee/spookcentralstation" rel="nofollow">https://linktr.ee/spookcentralstation</a></p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> f1dcd193-8029-473d-b186-3f64a1959ed4 https://youtu.be/ONIpmc6V_c4 Mon, 13 Dec 2021 12:30:00 +0000 2626 true full HONEYGORE (Reddit Story) HONEYGORE (Reddit Story) 15 1 Spook Central Station Story written by: TheCrookedBoy

Reddit story link: https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/q8vzzz/honeygore/

Reddit user link:

https://www.reddit.com/user/TheCrookedBoy


Intro and background music in the video made by Jaxius:

https://www.youtube.com/c/Jaxius


This story just reminded me so much of The Wicker Man "NOT THE BEES".

It's enough to make your skin crawl, let me know if you enjoyed this story and I'll try and find some more bug related horror stories!


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Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>Story written by: TheCrookedBoy</p><p>Reddit story link: <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/q8vzzz/honeygore/" rel="nofollow">https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/q8vzzz/honeygore/</a></p><p>Reddit user link:</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/TheCrookedBoy" rel="nofollow">https://www.reddit.com/user/TheCrookedBoy</a></p><p><br></p><p>Intro and background music in the video made by Jaxius:</p><p><a href="https://www.youtube.com/c/Jaxius" rel="nofollow">https://www.youtube.com/c/Jaxius</a></p><p><br></p><p>This story just reminded me so much of The Wicker Man &#34;NOT THE BEES&#34;.</p><p>It&#39;s enough to make your skin crawl, let me know if you enjoyed this story and I&#39;ll try and find some more bug related horror stories!</p><p><br></p><p>You can find me on these links below:</p><p>Discord server:</p><p><a href="https://discord.gg/phhC6A7Pbk" rel="nofollow">https://discord.gg/phhC6A7Pbk</a></p><p>Twitch:</p><p><a href="https://www.twitch.tv/spookcentralstation" rel="nofollow">https://www.twitch.tv/spookcentralstation</a></p><p>Linktree:</p><p><a href="https://linktr.ee/spookcentralstation" rel="nofollow">https://linktr.ee/spookcentralstation</a></p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> 799bf633-fe5f-462a-b748-7fb0d3520d8a https://youtu.be/0d9kK4Q4AtE Thu, 25 Nov 2021 12:30:00 +0000 1536 true full The Devil Has Been Watching Me (Reddit Story) The Devil Has Been Watching Me (Reddit Story) 13 1 Spook Central Station Thank you for tuning into my latest narrated story, I hope you enjoyed this one as much as I did!

Ouija Boards have always intrigued me. I own one and have only used it once or twice. Do you have any experiences with Ouija Boards? Did anything unexplainable happen to you after using one? Please let me know in the comments.


Intro and background music in the video made by Jaxius:

https://www.youtube.com/c/Jaxius


Please check out the writer using the following links:

Story: https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/py2679/the_devil_has_been_watching_me/

Website:

http://theseanceexp.com/


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Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>Thank you for tuning into my latest narrated story, I hope you enjoyed this one as much as I did!</p><p>Ouija Boards have always intrigued me. I own one and have only used it once or twice. Do you have any experiences with Ouija Boards? Did anything unexplainable happen to you after using one? Please let me know in the comments.</p><p><br></p><p>Intro and background music in the video made by Jaxius:</p><p><a href="https://www.youtube.com/c/Jaxius" rel="nofollow">https://www.youtube.com/c/Jaxius</a></p><p><br></p><p>Please check out the writer using the following links:</p><p>Story: <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/py2679/the_devil_has_been_watching_me/" rel="nofollow">https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/py2679/the_devil_has_been_watching_me/</a></p><p>Website:</p><p><a href="http://theseanceexp.com/" rel="nofollow">http://theseanceexp.com/</a></p><p><br></p><p>You can find me on these links below:</p><p>Discord server:</p><p><a href="https://discord.gg/X82NXBfCjR" rel="nofollow">https://discord.gg/X82NXBfCjR</a></p><p>Twitch:</p><p><a href="https://www.twitch.tv/spookcentralstation" rel="nofollow">https://www.twitch.tv/spookcentralstation</a></p><p>Linktree:</p><p><a href="https://linktr.ee/spookcentralstation" rel="nofollow">https://linktr.ee/spookcentralstation</a></p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> e30a8ef4-a79c-4220-8be9-dccd0ae897db https://youtu.be/QvPwLcy9oUc Sat, 02 Oct 2021 15:00:00 +0000 1234 true full Spook Chatter Episode 5: Aileen Wuornos Spook Chatter Episode 5: Aileen Wuornos 5 2 Spook Central Station Thank you for listening to episode 5 of my Spook Chatter segment.

What are your thoughts on Aileen Wuornos? Please share your opinion in the comments below!

This video I'm extra proud of as I incorporated parts of her interview which is different to my other Spook Chatters. Let me know if you think this is an entertaining part of the video for you and I will continue to do so if possible.


Intro and music in the video made by Jaxius:

https://www.youtube.com/c/Jaxius


Reference links used for research and to create this video are as follows:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aileen_...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Ttum...


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Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>Thank you for listening to episode 5 of my Spook Chatter segment.</p><p>What are your thoughts on Aileen Wuornos? Please share your opinion in the comments below!</p><p>This video I&#39;m extra proud of as I incorporated parts of her interview which is different to my other Spook Chatters. Let me know if you think this is an entertaining part of the video for you and I will continue to do so if possible.</p><p><br></p><p>Intro and music in the video made by Jaxius:</p><p><a href="https://www.youtube.com/c/Jaxius" rel="nofollow">https://www.youtube.com/c/Jaxius</a></p><p><br></p><p>Reference links used for research and to create this video are as follows:</p><p><a href="https://www.youtube.com/redirect?event=video_description&q=https%3A%2F%2Fen.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2FAileen_Wuornos&redir_token=QUFFLUhqbUdPSHpIYl9xblI1NDloTjNPVWtVeXVhTVlFZ3xBQ3Jtc0ttY3lsS0hNNFVYNmQzUUtzT0wwVW10UDl6eGFhWmVYMzQ1UkVIakFIQndnRWduV3IwQ1RBbVlqazhicG9jcklFcTVua3RheUZIYUFkak9naWJMU1RaQ1Q4WVlBcklITEp4UEFsOXNLVGp3X2EzQVE5NA" rel="nofollow">https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aileen_...</a></p><p><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?t=1144s&v=-TtumlhyN9I" rel="nofollow">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Ttum...</a></p><p><br></p><p>Discord server:</p><p><a href="https://www.youtube.com/redirect?event=video_description&q=https%3A%2F%2Fdiscord.gg%2FX82NXBfCjR&redir_token=QUFFLUhqa3FLWUtOakoxVFZYZnJHck95WTlNMDJwdGRDQXxBQ3Jtc0ttc1ZTMjNjUWZMQkdlWU84UWVJR3RncEtCOEY0ZUNQaGswY19XQlBOS0oxNmJsRlYtcTFWc0dPbTdzbFl2TGlNa0NwV3B3amdjWVJXN1JUYjFIZWlOdVpkUjdpVnhCd0xGdHlhVHNKaTE4YVFhdXZrZw" rel="nofollow">https://discord.gg/X82NXBfCjR</a></p><p>Twitch:</p><p><a href="https://www.youtube.com/redirect?event=video_description&q=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.twitch.tv%2Fspookcentralstation&redir_token=QUFFLUhqbVdicHhEUHRiNWhnV3NzWUJkVklKdGdQLWJjd3xBQ3Jtc0ttMm5paXZYMzd1R1l4Y1RQYzRKaUVZRzMtQzhVSzhJQWlYMWZGUERJaU1oeml5ZDJrN05NUnRyRlJkZDdKTjlnVnEwVmpyQ1lobkRnV0FTYmlRMnVlQnV1S2x4dFNrTGVRbFJwVnFwLS1FcUU4QkVjYw" rel="nofollow">https://www.twitch.tv/spookcentralsta...</a></p><p>Linktree:</p><p><a href="https://www.youtube.com/redirect?event=video_description&q=https%3A%2F%2Flinktr.ee%2Fspookcentralstation&redir_token=QUFFLUhqbGdLdjNTZGZrWkgwRmtWaGZFal9HZ2NFVHBRd3xBQ3Jtc0tsbkEyWlJVMTd4MEZIamRLbmctR2MyZWZQNXRQZl8xTDVjMWx3bEhINXZUM0RXUFJZRWV6cUlPbnplT2pIUWwyZndaNzdJQ1dnZXRWbmI2Qm9odS1idFpNNGt0YjJTOExlMFh4bmNrdVVzYTlxbWdrVQ" rel="nofollow">https://linktr.ee/spookcentralstation</a></p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> 7ed97551-2a63-4067-b9aa-d6ba9168c0e0 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XCiM7e42oJE&t=2s Sun, 26 Sep 2021 14:30:32 +0000 1046 true full Spook Chatter Episode 4: Josef Fritzl Spook Chatter Episode 4: Josef Fritzl 4 2 Spook Central Station Good evening guys, ghouls & girls.

Thank you so much for tuning into the latest Spook Chatter.

What are your thoughts on this creep Josef Fritzl? Do you think his wife suspected anything?

Let me know in the comments.


Music by: Jaxius

https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=jaxius


Check out my movie decomposition of this true story here:

youtube.com/watch?v=t_OVTCBQo2s&t=136s


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Thanks so much for watching, please leave a like, comment and subscribe!

Stay Spooky. 👻



Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>Good evening guys, ghouls &amp; girls.</p><p>Thank you so much for tuning into the latest Spook Chatter.</p><p>What are your thoughts on this creep Josef Fritzl? Do you think his wife suspected anything?</p><p>Let me know in the comments.</p><p><br></p><p>Music by: Jaxius</p><p><a href="https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=jaxius" rel="nofollow">https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=jaxius</a></p><p><br></p><p>Check out my movie decomposition of this true story here:</p><p><a href="youtube.com/watch?t=136s&v=t_OVTCBQo2s" rel="nofollow">youtube.com/watch?v=t_OVTCBQo2s&amp;t=136s</a></p><p><br></p><p>Don&#39;t forget to follow me on all the links:</p><p><a href="https://linktr.ee/spookcentralstation" rel="nofollow">https://linktr.ee/spookcentralstation</a></p><p><br></p><p>Join my Discord server to chat with me:</p><p><a href="https://discord.gg/6Gg5UHAupx" rel="nofollow">https://discord.gg/6Gg5UHAupx</a></p><p><br></p><p>Add me on Twitch to catch my livestreams - currently playing Minecraft:</p><p><a href="https://www.twitch.tv/spookcentralstation" rel="nofollow">https://www.twitch.tv/spookcentralstation</a></p><p><br></p><p>Thanks so much for watching, please leave a like, comment and subscribe!</p><p>Stay Spooky. 👻</p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> 2979615d-8d58-413f-8c00-36f675708a5c https://youtu.be/ot8uLj36RFo Sun, 22 Aug 2021 13:00:00 +0000 979 true full The Pull Of The Trigger The Pull Of The Trigger 12 1 Spook Central Station Good evening Guys, Ghouls & Girls thank you for tuning into my latest narrated story. 

The story and imagery was written and made by the very awesome and very talented: Vashthestampede0

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC3oMqsNI2GOxvsDIr1OdRug

The music is made by the one and only rockstar: Jaxius

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCacamYVDLEtG00SWmJuR8qw


Both of my very good friends did most of the work for me, I'm only lending the voice for this video and my average editing which you should be used to by now.

Please check them out by using the above mentioned links and tell em' Spook sent you.


Check out my Linktree which has all the links you will ever need to track me down, please like, comment and subscribe to this video. Put a lot of time into this one for you.

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Stay Spooky. 👻



Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>Good evening Guys, Ghouls &amp; Girls thank you for tuning into my latest narrated story. </p><p>The story and imagery was written and made by the very awesome and very talented: Vashthestampede0</p><p><a href="https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC3oMqsNI2GOxvsDIr1OdRug" rel="nofollow">https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC3oMqsNI2GOxvsDIr1OdRug</a></p><p>The music is made by the one and only rockstar: Jaxius</p><p><a href="https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCacamYVDLEtG00SWmJuR8qw" rel="nofollow">https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCacamYVDLEtG00SWmJuR8qw</a></p><p><br></p><p>Both of my very good friends did most of the work for me, I&#39;m only lending the voice for this video and my average editing which you should be used to by now.</p><p>Please check them out by using the above mentioned links and tell em&#39; Spook sent you.</p><p><br></p><p>Check out my Linktree which has all the links you will ever need to track me down, please like, comment and subscribe to this video. Put a lot of time into this one for you.</p><p>https://linktr.ee/spookcentralstation</p><p><br></p><p>I also have a Discord Server which you are more than welcome to join, come chat with me in real time to talk about anything and everything.</p><p>https://discord.gg/6Gg5UHAupx</p><p><br></p><p>Stay Spooky. 👻</p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> 22ba13a8-28ff-45d4-9d85-16ad0a7d61f3 https://youtu.be/v70MKgLYfaQ Sun, 15 Aug 2021 13:05:00 +0000 5266 true full Instructions On How To Become A Clown Instructions On How To Become A Clown 11 1 Spook Central Station Instructions On How To Become A Clown

Story written by Reddit User: https://www.reddit.com/user/theoddcatlady

Also check out her website: http://theoddcatlady.com/

Thank you very much to this wonderful writer for allowing me to narrate her creepy clown story.

Thank you for tuning in to this story guys, a few twists and turns in this one.

I haven't really decided how I feel about clowns and the circus but this story has certainly deferred me from wanting anything to do with them.

Special thanks to my fiance, Sam for mixing and producing the music for this story, he definitely delivered "creepy circus, think carousel vibes". 

Please feel free to send any story submissions to: spookcentralstation@gmail.com

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Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>Instructions On How To Become A Clown</p><p>Story written by Reddit User: https://www.reddit.com/user/theoddcatlady</p><p>Also check out her website: http://theoddcatlady.com/</p><p>Thank you very much to this wonderful writer for allowing me to narrate her creepy clown story.</p><p>Thank you for tuning in to this story guys, a few twists and turns in this one.</p><p>I haven&#39;t really decided how I feel about clowns and the circus but this story has certainly deferred me from wanting anything to do with them.</p><p>Special thanks to my fiance, Sam for mixing and producing the music for this story, he definitely delivered &#34;creepy circus, think carousel vibes&#34;. </p><p>Please feel free to send any story submissions to: spookcentralstation@gmail.com</p><p>Follow me on all platforms linked on Linktree, tell me where you found me first: https://linktr.ee/spookcentralstation</p><p>Stay spooky. 👻</p><p><br></p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> 0e9b028b-b21e-421d-8b4f-70ae59abdb27 https://youtu.be/WNNSQeP__gw Sat, 17 Jul 2021 13:00:00 +0000 1721 true full With A Human Touch With A Human Touch 10 1 Spook Central Station With A Human Touch written by Reddit User: u/permets2apollo

Please check out the writers Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/permets2...


The fact that Saw was mentioned in this story had me pretty excited, thank you for listening! Please like, subscribe and check out the writers other work.

Hoping there's a part two to this one. Thank you for your support! Stay Spooky 👻


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Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>With A Human Touch written by Reddit User: u/permets2apollo</p><p>Please check out the writers Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/permets2...</p><p><br></p><p>The fact that Saw was mentioned in this story had me pretty excited, thank you for listening! Please like, subscribe and check out the writers other work.</p><p>Hoping there&#39;s a part two to this one. Thank you for your support! Stay Spooky 👻</p><p><br></p><p>Please feel free to send me stories to narrate at: spookcentralstation@gmail.com</p><p><br></p><p>Check me out at any and all social media platforms:</p><p>https://linktr.ee/spookcentralstation</p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> 9dcd3d74-4c02-48db-836d-a14690fd8bab https://youtu.be/n7O4R-iajGI Thu, 08 Jul 2021 13:44:46 +0000 1189 false full Movie Decomposition: Girl In The Basement (2021) Movie Decomposition: Girl In The Basement (2021) 2 5 Spook Central Station Good evening guys, ghouls and girls!


Hope you enjoyed my movie decomposition of Girl In The Basement.

This movie was pretty disturbing and since doing my research on the real case of Elisabeth and Josef Fritzl I'm even more disturbed.


A Spook Chatter episode will be coming your way soon for the real life case and details so stay tuned for that.



Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>Good evening guys, ghouls and girls!</p><p><br></p><p>Hope you enjoyed my movie decomposition of Girl In The Basement.</p><p>This movie was pretty disturbing and since doing my research on the real case of Elisabeth and Josef Fritzl I&#39;m even more disturbed.</p><p><br></p><p>A Spook Chatter episode will be coming your way soon for the real life case and details so stay tuned for that.</p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> 61ec22bc-faeb-4111-b695-b2776a83f29b https://youtu.be/t_OVTCBQo2s Wed, 02 Jun 2021 15:00:00 +0000 2045 true full Movie Decomposition: Inside (2007) Movie Decomposition: Inside (2007) 1 5 Spook Central Station Good evening guys, ghouls and girls! Welcome to my horror movie review or movie decomposition if you will where I watch a film, break it down and rate it for your entertainment. Disclaimer, yes there will be blood, gore and/or disturbing topics discussed and obviously there will be spoilers so if this is not really your cup o’ tea or you don’t want to ruin the movie for yourself but still want to support me, feel free to click off this one and find another I have plenty of options on my Youtube channel or Podcast services. The movie I am discussing today is Inside, the french version released in 2007. Our opening scene begins, with a baby in a womb and a voice that says “my child, my baby, finally inside me. No one will take him from me. No one can hurt him now, no one” the music intensifies as we hear glass smashing and the babies face crashes up against the camera then red, blood. We’re introduced by what had happened as the camera pans to a blue car with smoke bellowing out of the hood and another car t Good evening guys, ghouls and girls!

Thank you so much for watching my first ever movie decomposition.

This episode is based on the French version of the movie Inside (2007)


Please comment below if you have any movie suggestions for me, click the like and subscribe buttons and remember, stay spooky. 👻



Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>Good evening guys, ghouls and girls!</p><p>Thank you so much for watching my first ever movie decomposition.</p><p>This episode is based on the French version of the movie Inside (2007)</p><p><br></p><p>Please comment below if you have any movie suggestions for me, click the like and subscribe buttons and remember, stay spooky. 👻</p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> 4f6c1707-5d75-4a8b-a60c-088b92d3239c https://youtu.be/nRdoxMI3ELY Thu, 27 May 2021 15:00:00 +0000 3351 true full Never Trust A Text (Reddit Story) Never Trust A Text (Reddit Story) 10 1 Spook Central Station Never Trust A Text written by Reddit User u/ViktorGreyWrites

https://www.reddit.com/user/ViktorGreyWrites


Thank you for tuning into this one, while I was reading it I had chills and simply had to narrate for you all.

Hope you enjoyed it.

Stay Spooky 👻


Please send through your stories to spookcentralstation@gmail.com and I may just narrate it on the next episode!



Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p><span>Never Trust A Text written by Reddit User u/ViktorGreyWrites</span></p><p><span>https://www.reddit.com/user/ViktorGreyWrites</span></p><p><br></p><p><span>Thank you for tuning into this one, while I was reading it I had chills and simply had to narrate for you all.</span></p><p><span>Hope you enjoyed it.</span></p><p><span>Stay Spooky 👻</span></p><p><br></p><p><span>Please send through your stories to spookcentralstation@gmail.com and I may just narrate it on the next episode!</span></p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> 14fb2d8f-5ded-4829-9f6b-edda9f2ec8bd https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cUUnJesyasU Mon, 24 May 2021 09:36:40 +0000 1845 true full The Girl From Prom (Reddit Story) The Girl From Prom (Reddit Story) 8 1 Spook Central Station Thank you for tuning into my latest story The Girl From Prom written by Reddit user: thescarecast - https://www.reddit.com/user/thescarecast​

Check out their Podcast: 

https://podcasts.apple.com/au/podcast/the-scarecast/id1071545581


Hope you enjoyed this one, a little bit different to my bloodier, gory ones but still with an interesting twist!



Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>Thank you for tuning into my latest story The Girl From Prom written by Reddit user: thescarecast - https://www.reddit.com/user/thescarecast​ </p><p>Check out their Podcast: </p><p>https://podcasts.apple.com/au/podcast/the-scarecast/id1071545581</p><p><br></p><p>Hope you enjoyed this one, a little bit different to my bloodier, gory ones but still with an interesting twist!</p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> a2048a13-bca4-4df1-ba05-812961ca4e5e https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=45aoNLhP92k Tue, 16 Mar 2021 12:14:05 +0000 1498 false full Crying In The Dark (Reddit Story) Crying In The Dark (Reddit Story) 7 1 Spook Central Station Good evening guys, ghouls and girls!


Thank you for tuning into the latest scary story written by Reddit user J Campbell aka Erutious.



Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>Good evening guys, ghouls and girls!</p><p><br></p><p>Thank you for tuning into the latest scary story written by Reddit user J Campbell aka Erutious.</p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> 68d9349d-1406-4731-b303-129efcede5d2 https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCSh_x5u-ndIiJuO3Z8bX8vg Thu, 11 Mar 2021 10:24:12 +0000 1167 false full A Souls Weight (Dark Stories by the Campfire) A Souls Weight (Dark Stories by the Campfire) 5 1 Spook Central Station Thank you for tuning in to an original story written by my wonderful and supportive friend Stephen over at Dark Stories from the Campfire.


Please go over and show Stephens Podcast and Twitter some love and let him know you've come from this episode.



Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>Thank you for tuning in to an original story written by my wonderful and supportive friend Stephen over at Dark Stories from the Campfire.</p><p><br></p><p>Please go over and show Stephens Podcast and Twitter some love and let him know you&#39;ve come from this episode.</p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> 809b292c-42f9-4a9e-8c35-d5ef23f43c26 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8_s8I6A3wLY Sat, 06 Mar 2021 14:14:34 +0000 1084 false full Spook Chatter Episode 3: Gary Heidnik (The Real Buffalo Bill) Spook Chatter Episode 3: Gary Heidnik (The Real Buffalo Bill) 3 2 Spook Central Station Thank you for watching the latest episode of Spook Chatter where we dig deep into the life and crimes of Gary Heidnik.



Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>Thank you for watching the latest episode of Spook Chatter where we dig deep into the life and crimes of Gary Heidnik.</p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> 7faf5279-8c80-4273-a090-f94588b03d29 https://youtu.be/1AUIBwmojXQ Sat, 20 Feb 2021 10:42:03 +0000 1062 false full The Butcher of Havnok The Butcher of Havnok Spook Central Station Reddit story written by user u/ArdentPurpose



Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>Reddit story written by user u/ArdentPurpose</p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> 1347ab6b-941d-49df-9acb-a08511c37a49 https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCSh_x5u-ndIiJuO3Z8bX8vg Sat, 20 Feb 2021 10:39:01 +0000 454 false full Spook Chatter Episode 2: Ed Gein (The Butcher of Plainfield) Spook Chatter Episode 2: Ed Gein (The Butcher of Plainfield) 2 2 Spook Central Station Ed Gein inspired many fictional characters such as Norman Bates, Buffalo Bill & Leatherface.

I've had a fascination with Ed Gein ever since I starting learning about true crimes so I felt it was fitting he was the star of one of these episodes.



Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>Ed Gein inspired many fictional characters such as Norman Bates, Buffalo Bill &amp; Leatherface.</p><p>I&#39;ve had a fascination with Ed Gein ever since I starting learning about true crimes so I felt it was fitting he was the star of one of these episodes.</p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> 23de7e3a-44b2-4941-b9e2-a2622c013e00 https://youtu.be/ByIFrRKA33M Sat, 20 Feb 2021 10:34:21 +0000 676 false full 19 Chestnut Street - Part 2 (Reddit Story) 19 Chestnut Street - Part 2 (Reddit Story) 4 1 Spook Central Station <p>This story was written by Reddit user CreepyGeeksta - these stories were so much fun to narrate and I really enjoyed the twist at the end.</p> <p>If you would like to hear me narrate YOUR story please send us an email at spookcentralstation@gmail.com&nbsp;</p> <p>Stay Spooky! 👻</p> Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations This story was written by Reddit user CreepyGeeksta - these stories were so much fun to narrate and I really enjoyed the twist at the end.

If you would like to hear me narrate YOUR story please send us an email at spookcentralstation@gmail.com 

Stay Spooky! 👻



Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>This story was written by Reddit user CreepyGeeksta - these stories were so much fun to narrate and I really enjoyed the twist at the end.</p> <p>If you would like to hear me narrate YOUR story please send us an email at spookcentralstation@gmail.com </p> <p>Stay Spooky! 👻</p> <br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> a0d7e622-5e48-44b9-9209-f99fb3337096 https://anchor.fm/spook-central/episodes/19-Chestnut-Street---Part-2-Reddit-Story-eq163a Sat, 06 Feb 2021 13:00:33 +0000 307 false full 19 Chestnut Street - Part 1 (Reddit Story) 19 Chestnut Street - Part 1 (Reddit Story) 3 1 Spook Central Station <p>Thank you for watching - please show some love by liking and subscribing!&nbsp;</p> <p>This story was written by Reddit user CreepyGeeksta - please stay tuned for Part 2.&nbsp;</p> <p>If you would like to hear me narrate YOUR story please send us an email at spookcentralstation@gmail.com</p> Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations Thank you for watching - please show some love by liking and subscribing! 

This story was written by Reddit user CreepyGeeksta - please stay tuned for Part 2. 

If you would like to hear me narrate YOUR story please send us an email at spookcentralstation@gmail.com



Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>Thank you for watching - please show some love by liking and subscribing! </p> <p>This story was written by Reddit user CreepyGeeksta - please stay tuned for Part 2. </p> <p>If you would like to hear me narrate YOUR story please send us an email at spookcentralstation@gmail.com</p> <br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> 62743d03-471e-4289-946d-20822ab07e6a https://anchor.fm/spook-central/episodes/19-Chestnut-Street---Part-1-Reddit-Story-epvggo Fri, 05 Feb 2021 08:50:09 +0000 512 false full Spook Chatter Episode 1: Richard Ramirez (The Night Stalker) Spook Chatter Episode 1: Richard Ramirez (The Night Stalker) 1 2 Spook Central Station <p>Thank you for watching the first episode to the segment Spook Chatter!</p> <p>The central place where we chat about all things serial killers, conspiracy theories, and the weird, wacky and wonderful.</p> <p>Stay Spooky! 👻</p> Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations Thank you for watching the first episode to the segment Spook Chatter!

The central place where we chat about all things serial killers, conspiracy theories, and the weird, wacky and wonderful.

Stay Spooky! 👻



Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>Thank you for watching the first episode to the segment Spook Chatter!</p><p>The central place where we chat about all things serial killers, conspiracy theories, and the weird, wacky and wonderful.</p><p>Stay Spooky! 👻</p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> 0d57d803-9f1d-4689-9875-9b9826e10327 https://anchor.fm/spook-central/episodes/Spook-Chatter-Episode-One-Richard-Ramirez-The-Night-Stalker-epvgcj Fri, 05 Feb 2021 08:43:52 +0000 686 false full Terrifying Childhood Dreams (Reddit Story) Terrifying Childhood Dreams (Reddit Story) 2 1 Spook Central Station <p>Thank you for listening and for your support!</p> <p>Royalty Free Music: SCP-x1x by Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)&nbsp;</p> <p>Story written by Reddit user: u/cringeylord420&nbsp;</p> <p>Please subscribe for more spooky content and check out my YouTube channel <a href="https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCSh_x5u-ndIiJuO3Z8bX8vg">Spook Central - YouTube</a>!</p> Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations Thank you for listening and for your support!

Royalty Free Music: SCP-x1x by Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) 

Story written by Reddit user: u/cringeylord420 

Please subscribe for more spooky content and check out my YouTube channel Spook Central - YouTube!



Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>Thank you for listening and for your support!</p> <p>Royalty Free Music: SCP-x1x by Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) </p> <p>Story written by Reddit user: u/cringeylord420 </p> <p>Please subscribe for more spooky content and check out my YouTube channel <a href="https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCSh_x5u-ndIiJuO3Z8bX8vg" rel="nofollow">Spook Central - YouTube</a>!</p> <br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> f7e406f9-51b0-4012-80dd-a429433afa5a https://anchor.fm/spook-central/episodes/Terrifying-Childhood-Dreams-Reddit-Story-epvfnc Fri, 05 Feb 2021 08:39:55 +0000 315 false full Noises In The Dark (Reddit Story) Noises In The Dark (Reddit Story) 1 1 Spook Central Station <p>This story was written by Reddit user u/SnakeAis - go check out their page if you enjoyed their story!&nbsp;</p> <p>Please send through any scary stories through to spookcentralstation@gmail.com to be featured on this channel!</p> <p>Thanks for watching! Stay Spooky!&nbsp;</p> <p>*edit - I am now aware CITI Golf is pronounced city not spelt out C-I-T-I - I am obviously facepalming.</p> Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations This story was written by Reddit user u/SnakeAis - go check out their page if you enjoyed their story! 

Please send through any scary stories through to spookcentralstation@gmail.com to be featured on this channel!

Thanks for watching! Stay Spooky! 

*edit - I am now aware CITI Golf is pronounced city not spelt out C-I-T-I - I am obviously facepalming.



Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>This story was written by Reddit user u/SnakeAis - go check out their page if you enjoyed their story! </p><p>Please send through any scary stories through to spookcentralstation@gmail.com to be featured on this channel!</p><p>Thanks for watching! Stay Spooky! </p><p>*edit - I am now aware CITI Golf is pronounced city not spelt out C-I-T-I - I am obviously facepalming.</p><br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> 56681e34-3754-4e42-a754-698bc14f7fec https://anchor.fm/spook-central/episodes/Noises-In-The-Dark-Reddit-Story-epvga7 Fri, 05 Feb 2021 08:39:26 +0000 1514 false trailer Introduction to Spook Central Introduction to Spook Central Spook Central Station <p>Welcome to Spook Central.</p> <p>We are your hosts Mistress Macabre and Lobotomy Lad here to bring you thrills and chills with our content.&nbsp;</p> <p>Subscribe to our channel to hear scary stories, watch us play creepy games, join us on investigations of haunted locations, review horror movies and much more.&nbsp;</p> <p>Please feel free to email through your scary stories and if we enjoy your submission we will read it out on the next video.&nbsp;</p> <p>Thank you for your support, stay spooky.&nbsp;</p> <p>spookcentralstation@gmail.com</p> Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations Welcome to Spook Central.

We are your hosts Mistress Macabre and Lobotomy Lad here to bring you thrills and chills with our content. 

Subscribe to our channel to hear scary stories, watch us play creepy games, join us on investigations of haunted locations, review horror movies and much more. 

Please feel free to email through your scary stories and if we enjoy your submission we will read it out on the next video. 

Thank you for your support, stay spooky. 

spookcentralstation@gmail.com



Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations]]> <p>Welcome to Spook Central.</p> <p>We are your hosts Mistress Macabre and Lobotomy Lad here to bring you thrills and chills with our content. </p> <p>Subscribe to our channel to hear scary stories, watch us play creepy games, join us on investigations of haunted locations, review horror movies and much more. </p> <p>Please feel free to email through your scary stories and if we enjoy your submission we will read it out on the next video. </p> <p>Thank you for your support, stay spooky. </p> <p>spookcentralstation@gmail.com</p> <br/><br/>Support this podcast at — <a rel='payment' href='https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations'>https://redcircle.com/spook-central/donations</a> c8fd50b3-2719-4690-aaa5-80e1a77d1c5d https://anchor.fm/spook-central/episodes/Introduction-to-Spook-Central-epvfqv Fri, 05 Feb 2021 08:30:10 +0000 46 false