My family was an ordinary family. Everything about us was average. There were four of us, my mom, my dad, my brother, and me. My brother, Carter was fifteen and I was seventeen. Today marked the 24th of December, Christmas Eve.
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Hello ghosts and ghouls, and welcome back to "The Fear You Can Hear" podcast. I am your host, Ophelia Black and today we're going back in time to 1946, back when dating was more simple and innocent, aside from the fact that there was a horrifying masked killer on the loose. The small town of Texarkana got a rude awakening during the time of The Phantom Killer. Due to some of the graphic content, listener discretion is advised.
Abraham Lincoln was the 16th president of the United States. His presidency was one full of turmoil as the great rebellion known as The Civil War took place during his time as Commander in Chief. The war came to an end on April 9, 1865, with up to a million dead and many more casualties. Five days after Robert E. Lee surrendered at Appomattox Courthouse, Virginia, President Lincoln attended a show at Ford's Theatre in Washington D.C. There, he was shot by Maryland native, John Wilkes Booth. The following day, April 15, 1865, President Lincoln passed away from the wound he sustained in the shooting. The nation mourned, as any would, during this unprecedented time. Because of the overwhelming pain felt by the country, it was decided that the president would be taken from city to city in the norther states so that the citizens could say a final goodbye to their president. A funeral train was commissioned to take the president's body on the 1,600 mile journey, with stops across the nation for mourners, from D.C. to his final resting place in Springfield, Illinois on May 3rd.
In the beginning, there was only wilderness and Man was not a part of it. In these early times, it is said, that the world was a different place. Everything that happened, any event, was part of the design to keep everything in balance. There was no good or evil, only nature and balance. If a forest became too crowded, a cleansing fire would clean out the unnecessary clutter and restore the forest. Later, Man arrived and has since tried to form his surroundings to his own needs, regardless of the consequences to the land or nature. In response to this upheaval and the imbalance it has created, nature tries to restore itself, only to be stopped by Man, as temporary as that may be.
Friday the 13th is known for being a day of bad luck and occurs at least once every year. There is even an official diagnosable phobia of the day - called paraskevidekatriaphobia. This may seem like a bit of a mouthful, but is based on the Greek words for Friday (‘paraskevi’), thirteen (‘dekatria’) and of course fear (‘phobia’).
The army is full of death and heartbreak it’s not surprising it has its full share of horror and ghost stories
but there is a story that tells of a young soldier, and this soldier was supposedly killed inside the Alamo as the forces surrounded them the soldier and his mate readied themselves however before the two could prepare themselves for the attack the soldier had his throat slit by his mate just because in revenge for the soldier sleeping with his wife, and after killing the soldier the mate then blew his own brains out before the enemy soldiers emerged into the Alamo to find there dead bodies, and they say that both of the soldiers ghost still haunted the Alamo. And I actually got a photo of one of these spirits on camera in the background when I was taking a photo with a girl I met, her name was Saffron.
"That wasn't a happy story" Miley said frowning "well obviously it's a horror story" Eric said chuckling as he added a few more logs into their bonfire "besides it's made up to scare you" Miley rolled her eyes "you could do better" she laughed and pulled her jacket tighter around herself, at the same moment a snap of sticks came from off in the distance "what was that?" she asked looking at Eric nervously "nothing..." he said also feeling on edge as it happened again "lets throw some water on this fire and go back inside" he said.
There’s a gas station on the other side of the street, looking especially abandoned past closing hours. It flanks a weird street that feels quite normal these days. Comes in wide and bold on a diagonal angle from the slums that sprawl all the way up to the Metropolitan. The street lights were difficult to follow even when they worked. You never knew when something was going to run you over the second you stepped into the pedestrian crossing. The nerves and high tension haven’t changed one bit. It’s just quieter now.
Go outside. For a walk. For a playground or some riverside park. But not too long now. There’s the one-metre rule and the bugs in the air and the kids will be fine as long as they’re back inside within the hour.
I’ve come across some terrifying things in my life. Ghosts and spirits, beasts and monsters, a failing grade in chemistry. I’ve avoided one topic, however, for most of my life because of the anxiety and fear it stirs in my subconscious. They call it the “yee naaldlooshii” translating to “he goes on all fours”. But in most societies its name is something simpler, more blood curdling - the Skinwalker.
In Canadian folk lore. The Wendigo is often described as a giant hideous creature with rotting hairy flesh and a ram or deer like head with antlers. It's believed that the Wendigo Spirit, haunts the North western woods of Ontario, Canada. and mainly chooses to inhabit the bodies of greedy or cannibalistic people. Once possessed, these people will inherit super human strength, and will crave human meat. They will also alter their appearance to resemble the wendigo's original form.
The Tower of London is one of England’s top tourist destinations. It’s steeped in history, lore, and bloodshed. So it’s no wonder that it is reputedly haunted. Whether experiencing sudden nausea, seeing spirits, or being touched, there are ample personal anecdotes to feed these rumors. So who are some of the ghosts lurking in the Tower of London?