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She grew up in a small town in West Virginia, in a trailer tucked back in a hollow—one of those places where the woods feel close enough to listen.

From the time she was little, she’d catch glimpses of things she couldn’t explain: a man crossing the yard with features that didn’t look right… and something darker that seemed to move through the house whenever a certain visitor showed up. No one else saw it. So she learned to keep it to herself.

Years later, tragedy struck in the worst way possible—proof that s...

The Brickhouse Inn in Gettysburg may look like a charming pair of historic homes—but beneath the quiet exterior lies unrest. In this episode, we talk with manager Hannah Hilty about the property’s two very different structures: the 1830s Welty House, which witnessed the full force of the Battle of Gettysburg, and the Victorian home built decades later on the same property.

The Welty House is still carrying the marks of musket fire on its walls. Families hid in its cellar as soldiers fought just outside, and the land behind it became a temporary resting place for more...

There’s something about old houses that makes you feel like you’re not entirely alone — even when you should be. When Amelia moved into her bungalow, she expected creaky floors, vintage charm, and maybe a few odd noises settling in at night. What she didn’t expect was the feeling that the house was watching her back.

As nights passed, the house grew bolder. Footsteps echoed where no one stood. Whispers slipped into otherwise normal conversations. Mirrors stopped feeling passive. And somewhere within the walls, something small — and deeply unsettling — seemed to be paying very close attention.

Som...

The Brickhouse Inn in Gettysburg may look like a charming pair of historic homes—but beneath the quiet exterior lies unrest. In this episode, we talk with manager Hannah Hilty about the property’s two very different structures: the 1830s Welty House, which witnessed the full force of the Battle of Gettysburg, and the Victorian home built decades later on the same property.

The Welty House is still carrying the marks of musket fire on its walls. Families hid in its cellar as soldiers fought just outside, and the land behind it became a temporary resting place for more...

One ordinary summer afternoon, Jessica discovered something on her doorstep that didn’t belong there — no note, no explanation, no indication of who left it or why. At first, it was easy to brush off as a prank. Strange, yes. Unsettling, definitely. But harmless… or so it seemed.

As the days passed, the atmosphere inside her home began to shift. Sleep felt heavier. Dreams felt sharper. The air itself seemed to carry a weight that hadn’t been there before. Whatever arrived that day didn’t just sit quietly — it changed the space around it, pressing into moments that should...

It began with a nightmare she never fully forgot — a man stepping out from behind a sheer closet curtain, silent and watching. Even after she woke, the feeling stayed. The sense that something hadn’t left with the dream.

As the years passed and the houses changed, the experiences followed in pieces. Footsteps that sounded exactly like someone familiar. A shadow moving calmly through a hallway. Objects shifting just enough to be noticed. Sounds that made sense until they didn’t.

Nothing announced itself. Nothing demanded attention. And for a long time, she convinced herself it was th...

Her first week of high school, she was terrified to take the city bus alone. She didn’t know where to get off. She didn’t trust herself not to miss the stop. And in her mind, one wrong move meant being lost on the South Side with no idea what to do next.

That’s when an older woman appeared — calm, familiar, and oddly attentive. She asked the right questions, gave the exact directions she needed, and somehow kept showing up again… and again… always at the exact moments the girl felt most nervous.

At first it fel...

There’s a house in Hartford City, Indiana, that locals whisper about—but few dare to enter after dark. Known as the Monroe House, it’s earned a reputation as one of the most haunted locations in the state, a place where strange voices echo through empty rooms and shadows seem to crawl just out of sight.

For over seven years, Matt Benton and his team dug into the house’s dark past—interviewing witnesses, capturing chilling evidence, and uncovering a discovery in the crawl space that feels pulled straight from a nightmare: ritualistic objects buried deep beneath the floor...

Some stories don’t arrive all at once. They surface slowly, across years, places, and moments that don’t seem connected—until suddenly, they are. In this episode, one listener takes us through a lifetime marked by strange interruptions in the ordinary: nights where sleep refused to come until something unexplained intervened, roads and bridges that felt wrong long before anything actually happened, and workplaces where unseen presences seemed far too invested in how things were done.

What makes this story unsettling isn’t just the encounters themselves—it’s how casually they slipped into everyday life, as if whatever...

There’s a house in Hartford City, Indiana, that locals whisper about—but few dare to enter after dark. Known as the Monroe House, it’s earned a reputation as one of the most haunted locations in the state, a place where strange voices echo through empty rooms and shadows seem to crawl just out of sight.

For over seven years, Matt Benton and his team dug into the house’s dark past—interviewing witnesses, capturing chilling evidence, and uncovering a discovery in the crawl space that feels pulled straight from a nightmare: ritualistic objects buried deep beneath the floor...

What was supposed to be a simple stay becomes something far heavier when sleep refuses to behave, the air feels occupied, and the line between dreaming and waking starts to blur. She grew up hearing ghost stories, surrounded by faith, ritual, and the idea that not everything unseen is imagined—but nothing prepared her for the moment when her own body betrayed her, pinning her in place while something else seemed very much awake.

There’s a room number she’s never forgotten. A sound she can still hear clearly. And a feeling that whatever shared that space didn’t...

From the time he was a child, he knew something wasn’t right in his room. The darkness felt heavier there. Shapes lingered at the window. Whispers never quite formed into words, but they were enough to make him cry, enough to make him beg to sleep somewhere else.

As he got older, the activity didn’t stop — it changed. A candle flickered and burned without ever being lit. Scratching echoed from inside the walls. Voices began calling his name from empty rooms, sometimes sounding exactly like the people he trusted most. Late at night, lights snapped on, doors...

It started in the middle of the night, with no warning and no obvious cause.

In a quiet Wichita duplex, a man woke to the sound of something crashing down on him — not falling, not tipping, but thrown with force. Days later, it happened again. This time in broad daylight. Heavy objects launched from places they shouldn’t have been able to move on their own, as if something unseen was making a point.

He wasn’t new to strange experiences. Flickering lights and subtle signs had followed him for years. But this was different. This felt d...

Some people believe darkness follows them. Others believe they were born into it.

Her childhood was shaped by violence, blackouts, and moments that never made sense at the time. People around her said her eyes didn’t look right. She predicted things she shouldn’t have known. And at sixteen, after a suicide attempt that should have ended her life, she describes walking through a world that wasn’t quite the same as the one she left behind.

What followed wasn’t peace — it was a growing awareness that something unseen had been circling her for years. Was...

This is a Grave Talks CLASSIC EPISODE!

Every town has a story everyone knows.

A ghost that appears along a lonely road. A figure seen standing just beyond the tree line. Something that lives in the woods, the swamp, or the space people avoid after dark. We hear these stories growing up, pass them around like warnings or dares—but rarely stop to ask where they came from… or why they refuse to disappear.

In this episode, we explore the uneasy space between folklore and fear with Micah Campbell, author of Urban Legends, Ghost Stor...

Kids say strange things all the time. But there’s something about the way his daughter talks about Lily that doesn’t sit right. The tone shifts. The smiles linger too long. And then come the moments that can’t be brushed off—sounds in the house when no one else is awake, the creeping sense that someone else knows the layout better than he does.

This isn’t a story about a house that feels off from day one. It’s about a normal life slowly unraveling at the edges, where the most unsettling moments arrive quietly—and stay. One...

Military training prepares you for chaos, pressure, and the unexpected — but nothing in boot camp covers what happens when your own home stops behaving like it should. In this episode, a Marine recounts a series of late-night disturbances that start small, subtle, and easy to dismiss… until they aren’t.

It’s the kind of story where logic keeps offering explanations, but none of them quite fit. Where routine turns uneasy. Where exhaustion blurs the line between coincidence and something far more deliberate.

Sometimes the most unsettling experiences aren’t violent or dramatic. They’re calm. Repetitive...

In her family, the supernatural was never discussed—it was controlled.

She grew up surrounded by rules no one explained: mirrors covered after death, bells forbidden inside the house, certain actions stopped immediately and punished without warning. These weren’t traditions or folklore. They were boundaries. And crossing them came with consequences.

As a child, her nights were anything but ordinary. Severe night terrors, sleepwalking, and moments her family refused to talk about followed her until they stopped just as suddenly as they began. Years later, when she finally asked why, her father admitted he knew the...

Some experiences don’t fade with time — they just get sharper.

He was five years old, lying awake in base housing near Eglin Air Force Base while a Florida thunderstorm lit the walls in quick flashes. The kind of night where shadows play tricks… until one shadow doesn’t move with the rest.

At first, it’s just a shape at the foot of his bed. Too dark. Too still. Like it’s absorbing the light instead of reflecting it. And then it rises.

What he sees next hits him so hard he can’t move, can’t...

He was home alone in Florida, laid up and healing, killing time on the couch with the TV on. That’s when he noticed movement outside the living room windows—like people walking by.

Except the windows weren’t just a little high. They were six feet off the ground. And what he saw wasn’t down near the bottom of the glass… it was up near the top—at a height that didn’t make any sense. No porch. No ladder. Nothing to stand on.

From there, the stories don’t stop. They branch out—family experiences...

They were driving through the snow on Christmas Eve, tired, cold, and miles from anywhere familiar.

The road was dark, the trees unlit, and the snowfall just heavy enough to make every mile feel uncertain. When the car stalled in the middle of a remote stretch of highway, it didn’t feel dramatic—it felt final. No cell service. No passing traffic. No footprints or tire tracks in the snow. Just silence.

Then headlights appeared where none should have been.

A stranger stopped. Said the right things. Fixed a problem that shouldn’t have been f...

This is a Grave Talks CLASSIC EPISODE!

Every town has a story everyone knows.

A ghost that appears along a lonely road. A figure seen standing just beyond the tree line. Something that lives in the woods, the swamp, or the space people avoid after dark. We hear these stories growing up, pass them around like warnings or dares—but rarely stop to ask where they came from… or why they refuse to disappear.

In this episode, we explore the uneasy space between folklore and fear with Micah Campbell, author of Urban Legends, Ghost Stor...

All she wanted was a quiet place to sleep. A forgettable stop along the road. A door that locked, a bed that didn’t squeak, and a night that stayed mercifully uneventful. Instead, the hotel in Sutherland, Oregon offered something else entirely.

It starts the way these nights always seem to start—small, almost polite. A sound that doesn’t quite belong. A movement that’s easy to explain away if you don’t look too hard. But when exhaustion sets in and the walls refuse to settle, curiosity turns into unease. And unease turns into the unmistakable sense that...

After her grandfather passed away, she kept one object that mattered deeply to her. Not long after, subtle things began happening in the places she lived. Faint music drifting through an empty apartment. A voice answering her from downstairs when she knew she was home alone. Shadows in the hallway that vanished when she tried to focus on them.

None of it felt violent. None of it demanded immediate fear. But the quiet never felt empty again.

As the years went on and the houses changed, the experiences followed in different forms. Lights turning on by...

She was working as a housekeeper in a busy hotel in central New York. It was routine work—long hallways, empty rooms, doors propped open, the kind of job where you’re alone but never think much of it.

Until one day, something started passing her door.

Just a flash of color at first. Red. Always moving. Always gone the second she looked straight at it. Easy to dismiss. Easy to explain away. Until it kept happening—on different floors, outside windows, in places it shouldn’t have been.

Eventually, she stopped reacting. And that’s w...

Emily can still picture it: her grandmother’s house outside New Orleans—quiet, familiar, and normal… until everyone else went to bed.

That’s when the house seemed to wake up.

It didn’t happen all at once. It followed a pattern. Small, repeating disturbances that felt deliberate, like something was testing how much attention it could get without being seen. Just enough to make her sit up and listen. Just enough to make the silence feel crowded.

The house stood on land with a history that never really settled, and whatever lingered there didn’t bot...

The first Christmas after losing her mother, the house feels wrong in a way grief alone can’t explain.

She decorates out of obligation, not joy, surrounded by the same walls, the same old ornaments, and the same quiet that’s been growing louder every day. The house creaks. The radiators knock. Memories linger in places they shouldn’t. At first, it feels like loneliness playing tricks—familiar scents, music she doesn’t remember turning on, lights glowing when they shouldn’t.

But the longer she stays, the harder it becomes to explain what’s happening.

Somet...

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Long before Salem became shorthand for hysteria, fire, and fear, the idea of the witch had already crossed the ocean.

In this episode, we dig into the dark origins of American witchcraft with historian and author Troy Taylor, whose new book One Night in Salem: The Hidden History of the American Witch peels back the layers of how fear arrived in the New World alongside the first European settlers. They didn’t just bring religion and tradition with them—they carried the trauma of a Europe gripped by witch hunt...

Some places feel different the moment you arrive — not dangerous, not dramatic, just off in a way you can’t quite name. A stretch of water that doesn’t behave like the rest. A quiet pull toward something you didn’t plan to notice. A moment that sticks with you long after you’ve gone home.

What starts as an ordinary family outing becomes one of those moments.

Nothing loud. Nothing violent. Just a brief, unsettling interruption that refuses to settle neatly into memory. The kind of experience you replay later, wondering if you imagined it — until someon...

From the age of five, she sensed something in her room at night. Two glowing red eyes near the door. A subtle cooling of the air. A presence that didn’t frighten her—instead, it comforted her. It watched over her while she slept. It told her to rest. It promised protection. And for years, she believed it.

But as she grew older, the feeling began to change. The comfort turned heavy. The watchfulness became oppressive. The presence that once soothed her started to feel angry—resentful of her independence, her growth, her distance.

Then came the ni...

It begins in July 2017, when Paul’s grandmother passes suddenly—no long illness, no warning, just gone overnight. The family grieves, life stumbles forward… and then the next crack appears. Months later, Paul’s uncle starts fading fast—no appetite, weak, pale, tests coming back clean. Doctors call it “just weakness.” But the family sees something else: a pattern.

Then comes the moment that rewires everything.

At a Hindu temple, Paul’s uncle can barely move—until the second he crosses the threshold. Inside, he walks. He talks. He looks normal. Outside again… he collapses back into that hollow, fa...

On a quiet summer day in rural Somerset, England, a group of siblings did what countless children before them had done: wandered toward an abandoned mansion whispered about in local legend. Built in the 1700s and later repurposed as a prisoner-of-war camp and wartime hospital, the estate loomed over the countryside like a relic that refused to rest.

At first, it felt harmless. Peaceful, even. But when one child noticed a figure watching from an upper window, something shifted. A sudden crash. A chill in the air. And an overwhelming sense that they were no longer welcome.
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A quiet bedroom becomes the epicenter of something deeply wrong. What begins as a silent figure—dressed like it stepped out of another century—slowly reveals itself as something far more aware, far more intentional. This isn’t a passing shadow or a half-remembered dream. This presence returns. It watches. It escalates.

And it doesn’t stop with one child.

As the house fills with unexplained sounds, glowing eyes, and things that shouldn’t exist in hallways or attics, it becomes clear that whatever moved through that home wasn’t limited by age, sleep, or imagination. Even the adu...

This is a Grave Talks CLASSIC EPISODE!

Long before Salem became shorthand for hysteria, fire, and fear, the idea of the witch had already crossed the ocean.

In this episode, we dig into the dark origins of American witchcraft with historian and author Troy Taylor, whose new book One Night in Salem: The Hidden History of the American Witch peels back the layers of how fear arrived in the New World alongside the first European settlers. They didn’t just bring religion and tradition with them—they carried the trauma of a Europe gripped by witch hunt...

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Buying a charming 1912 fixer-upper sounded romantic—until the bathroom door opened itself, heavy footsteps prowled the halls, and the family Great Dane growled at thin air – it seems some houses never really let you live alone. Things got worse: a midnight TV power-off nobody ordered, and a bedroom closet door that shook like it wanted a rematch with gravity—before creaking open on absolutely nothing at all. Add one blood-curdling scream from upstairs and a minute-long door-quake, and you’ve got a couple w...

We explore the terrifying story of the Static Man—an entity first encountered in a tense, emotionally fractured family home in Vernon. What started as sleepwalking and vivid dreams slowly unraveled into something far more disturbing. A tall, robed figure. A face made of buzzing static. A presence that didn’t announce itself—but waited.

As the family fell apart, the house seemed to absorb everything: anger, fear, abandonment. And from that environment, something emerged. The Static Man didn’t just watch. He reached. He returned. And years later, in an entirely different home, he came back stronger—violent, p...

A married couple joins a local paranormal group for what is supposed to be a controlled, low-key investigation aboard the USS Batfish — a WWII submarine turned museum in Muskogee, Oklahoma. The night is calm. The moon is full. The tour starts like any other… until the group squeezes into a tight compartment near the torpedo tubes and the air seems to thicken.

What follows isn’t a shadow in the corner or a harmless tap on metal. It’s a sudden drop in temperature, a crushing pressure in the chest, and a voice pushing through a ghost box with lan...

June from Minnesota didn’t grow up chasing ghosts — they showed up anyway. From the kind of childhood weirdness you keep to yourself, to a strange “outline” that appeared around her like it had a job to do, her life has been marked by quiet, steady reminders that something unseen was nearby.

But the creepiest moments didn’t come with growls or slamming doors — they came with the small, intimate stuff. A voice saying your name when you’re alone. The weight of someone sitting at the end of the bed. A smell that shouldn’t be there at 2 a.m. And th...

Some encounters don’t arrive with a bang. They begin quietly, in places you’d never expect—like a bathroom, a childhood home, or a moment when you’re far too young to understand what’s being offered to you. What happens when something reaches out early… and never really lets go?

What starts as a strange childhood moment becomes something more persistent over time, resurfacing when circumstances change and emotions run high. This isn’t a haunting that stays frozen in one moment. It adapts. It waits. And it seems to know exactly when to return.

Whether th...

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Not every haunting whispers. Some scream.

We descend into one of the most disturbing cases ever shared—the Bothell Hell House. This wasn’t a place of creaking floors or fleeting shadows. This was a house where darkness felt alive, intelligent, and openly hostile.

Witnesses didn’t just feel watched—they felt targeted. Violence wasn’t implied. It was experienced. Investigators entered expecting answers and left shaken, questioning whether some places are beyond understanding… or beyond help.

As we peel back the layers of this case, what e...