Stories Fables Ghostly Tales Podcast

1. A Little Taste of Tonight's Case Tonight's story starts exactly where so many good things do: a quiet country town, a family lunch, and a plate of something fancy – beef Wellington. It ends with three people dead, one clinging to life, and an entire nation asking how a dish that sounds like it belongs on MasterChef ended up in the Supreme Court. This episode takes you into the Leongatha mushroom case – the so-called “death cap dinner” – told from my Tale Teller perch, with all the atmosphere, care, and candlelit narration you've come to expect… plus a healthy dollop of “what on earth, humans?” 2. What's Actually in the Episode? A lunch that looked ordinary… and wasn't We start at the table. No gore, no exploitation – just that quiet, uneasy sense that something is off. You'll hear: How a country family lunch in Victoria became international news. Who sat at that table, how they were connected, and why this wasn't strangers in a headline, but an entire web of family history colliding over one meal. I walk you through the day itself like you're there in the corner of the room, watching the plates go down and not yet knowing what they carry. What a death cap actually does to you Then we get a little… biological. I take you inside the body and explain – in proper, story-ified fashion – what happens when you eat a death cap mushroom: The eerie, silent first hours, when your body acts like nothing's wrong while amatoxins quietly slip into your bloodstream. The fake food-poisoning phase – all vomiting and diarrhoea and “oh that's just a nasty bug” – while your liver is secretly being dismantled cell by cell. The false recovery, that cruel moment where the symptoms ease and you think you're on the mend… just as your liver throws in its resignation letter. And finally, the crash: jaundice, confusion, liver failure, the scramble for transplants and ICU care. It's dramatic, it's descriptive, and it's rooted in the real medical picture – because if we're going to be horrified, we may as well be accurately horrified. Inside the relationships and the almost-motive We also pull back from the plate and talk about the human mess behind it all: The long, complicated relationship between Erin and her ex, The money tensions, the child support drama, the messages that went from “family” to “lost cause” in record time, And how the courts actually handled motive – or rather, how they never truly nailed one down. I keep it respectful: we're not here to psychoanalyse a stranger's soul from our couches. But we do explore the emotional landscape that sat behind that lunch, because that's where the story really starts to ache. The sentence, the silence, and the questions We end in the courtroom: the verdicts, the life sentence, and the judge openly admitting that only she knows why. Then I leave you with the questions that linger: Is a murder with no clear motive creepier than one done for money? How much does “why” matter once “what” is already this bad? And who do we trust at our table, really? 3. Thank You, You EPIC, Wonderful Lovelies! I cannot overstate this: you are the reason I get to dig into stories like this properly – slowly, carefully, with time to research, script, narrate, and edit instead of belting them out between life admin and cold tea. Every time you support on Patreon, you're not just “tipping the podcaster” – you're literally funding: The hours it takes to turn a complex case into a coherent, respectful narrative. The hosting, tools, and tea and caffeine supply chain that keep SFGT alive. The space for me to ask, “How do I tell this without turning real pain into entertainment?” – and then actually follow through on that. So thank you: For trusting me with your ears. For backing this strange little corner of the audio world where horror and empathy share the same cup. For letting me sit by your side, late at night, and tell you stories that stay with you long after the episode ends. You are, quite genuinely, the legends who keep the lights on and the kettle boiling. Stay safe, stay curious, and maybe – just for me – don't eat any mysterious mushrooms you find on a weekend wander, yeah? With all the tea and all the thanks, Your Tale Teller

Welcome legends to your Research and True Crime Episode! Skidmore, Missouri is the kind of town you'd usually drive through without ever taking off your sunglasses. One main street, a couple of brick buildings, fields on every side. And in 1981, that quiet little dot on the map did something unthinkable. In broad daylight, in the middle of Main Street, the town bully Ken Rex McElroy was shot to death while sitting in his red pickup truck. Dozens of people were there. No one “saw” who did it. No one was ever charged. What you'll hear in this one In this story, I walk you through: Who McElroy was, and how one man could hold an entire town in fear for years The shooting of an elderly grocer that should have put him away The tense town meeting at the Legion Hall, where people quietly realised the law wasn't going to save them The slow, silent walk down Main Street The red truck, the gunshots, and the instant, perfect wall of “I didn't see a thing” And because this is Stories Fables Ghostly Tales, we thread it all through one extra chill: A teenager with a camera. One photo taken seconds before the shots. And a strange shape caught in the truck's window… Maybe it's a trick of the light. Maybe it's guilt. Maybe it's the moment a whole town becomes something it can't easily explain. This one isn't about jump scares or gore. It's about fear, power, and what people do when they've run out of “proper” options. If tiny towns, unsolved justice, and the feeling that something is still standing on that empty street at night gets under your skin… WHAT would you have done mates....let Ken rule your town even though he's almost taken a life? Tell me your thoughts... Hit play...and... Welcome to Skidmore. Pictures of the man and the town: A black-and-white portrait of Ken Rex McElroy. Main Street, Skidmore A current-day photo of Skidmore's main drag: cracked road, small storefronts, flat Midwestern horizon. Great for getting the “tiny, worn farm town” feel. Gratefully yours....Here's to more True Crime Stories legends! Your Tale Teller!

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

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Hello my wonderfully curious and wonderful listeners!!! Tonight's episode of Stories Fables Ghostly Tales takes us deep into the echoing halls of Old Time Radio, where shadows creep, footsteps follow, and fate waits patiently at the edge of night. We begin with Creeps by Night, a haunting 1940s series that delved into the terror of the human mind. Our first tale, Walk in Darkness, drags us into a world where unseen presences haunt every step, and paranoia itself becomes the villain.... Then, in The Hunt, the primal roles of predator and prey blur into a psychological dance, proving that fear is the most relentless pursuer of all. Finally, we step into the world of Macabre (1961), short-lived but unforgettable. Its episode Final Resting Place contemplates the inevitability of death and the chilling certainty of fate, wrapping us in a grim but poetic meditation on where all journeys end. But wait—there's more. Inspired by tonight's stories, I've also crafted a brand-new original song: Shadows Never Die. It threads the footsteps of darkness, the chase of the hunt, and the weight of finality into one eerie anthem. A fusion of cinematic rock and ghostly orchestral energy, this piece is a tribute to the chilling brilliance of these old broadcasts. More about the Old Time Radio series

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Hello my wonderfully curious listeners, Every town has its stories, but Dagger Creek's whispers are heavier than most—clinging like damp air on a summer night, crawling into your ears when you least expect it. This is not a place you stumble into by accident. No—Dagger Creek is the kind of town that finds you... Once, it was alive—factories humming, quarries echoing with the sound of work, families filling the diners and shops. But now, it's a skeleton. Empty windows, crumbling sidewalks, and the kind of silence that makes you wonder if something's listening beneath it. And on the farthest edge of this forgotten town lies a building the people no longer claim. Its walls sag. Its windows are broken. And yet, within its decay, there is one thing untouched. One impossible place. A place children dare each other to see, but none stay long enough to truly find. This is where our story begins.... What lies behind those walls isn't just a ghost, or a monster, or even a curse—at least not in the way you might expect. No, what waits in Dagger Creek is stranger than that. It is something that feeds not on....on identity. It is silence given form. Order made into nightmare. The Tile Room is not a tale of haunted houses or creaking staircases—it is the story of the ordinary breaking apart. Of a boy who stepped just a little too far into the cracks of his world and found that once you leave the familiar behind, there are rules. Rules you don't get to choose. Rules you must follow, or be swallowed whole. I won't say what he found. That would be telling too much. But I will say this: every horror has a door. Sometimes it's locked, sometimes it's broken… and sometimes, it's spotless. Too spotless. When you hear the silence grow too heavy, remember—don't listen to the grout. Thank you Legends for all your amazing support!!! More freaky stories on the way superstars

....WHISTLE..... ....WHISTLE..... ....WHISTLE..... ....Something has started waking at 3:00 a.m. in a small, unassuming town. It's not loud enough to wake everyone. Not yet. But if you're the type to notice patterns… if you pay attention to the quiet… you'll hear it too. Three notes. Always the same. Always on time. From there, the changes are subtle—at first. A strange mark in the dirt. A street that feels a little too still. People looking at you like they're waiting for you to speak, even though you haven't said a word. And under it all, a slow, inevitable pull toward something buried deep below the town. The Town of Mouths is my newest long-form horror story— If you've been craving slow-burn dread, strange patterns, and body horror that will make your skin crawl, this is it! The first is the holes. Small at first, perfectly round, edges too clean for weather or tools. They never seem to fill with water, never echo, never catch the light. Drop something in—anything—and you won't hear it hit bottom. The second is the people. Maybe it's the way they pause too long in conversation, staring through you like they're waiting for a cue. Maybe it's the way their smiles don't sit quite where they should, the lips pulling a little too far at the edges. Or the way they tilt their heads at the sound of the whistle, like they can hear something else layered beneath it. And finally… there's the pull. No matter where you are, it draws you closer to the outskirts. Past the fences that aren't fences anymore. Past the lines cut deep into the dirt, converging at a point no one talks about. You don't have to know where it leads—you just know you'll get there eventually. If you hear the whistle tonight, don't follow it. Not unless you want to know where it leads. NEW MUSIC OUTRO - Mouth At The Heart is Calling Me

My newest episode is something a little different — a quiet, creeping descent into the kind of horror that doesn't shout... it waits. In Welcome to Firewatch 66, you'll follow a newly assigned ranger into an isolated stretch of forest that isn't on any official map. The outpost is ancient, the tower long abandoned, and the guide who meets him? Well... he's not quite right. At first, it seems like solitude will be the biggest threat. Then the fire starts burning without wood. Then the forest starts whispering in the ranger's own voice. And then, the boundaries — both mental and physical — begin to unravel. This is a story about watching, about being watched, and about the terrible things that live in repetition — the loops we don't realize we're in until we can't leave them.

"Spin the odds. Hide the grudge. Shayne's got your number." GDAY! You brilliant brews of tea and true crime curiosities— Tonight, we plunge into the cigarette-hazed alleys and ticking silence of a world where justice wears a fedora and trouble never calls ahead. This is Michael Shayne: Old Time Radio—your gateway to gritty gumshoes, sharp-tongued suspects, and justice served with a side of bruised knuckles and bourbon breath. This episode? Oh, it's a double pour of noir nectar. A two-case special straight from the golden age of radio drama, featuring two standout mysteries that'll keep your ears wide and your tea warm:

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There's an old saying in the Hollow: Leave one plate empty. Don't lock your doors during the harvest. And above all—don't watch the scarecrow. This story lives in that kind of world—where memory can be dangerous, silence is a form of safety, and the wind always seems to know your name. The Harvest of Crows is old-world horror: not sharp or violent, but ever-present. Like something just beyond the tall wheat, watching. Support the Podcast and help it grow!

In tonight's episode, we step into a story unlike any other—a slow-burning descent into a world that shifts beneath your feet, where nothing stays still for long and everything seems just a little too aware. Our protagonist wakes with no memory, surrounded by silence, and quickly learns that the rules of reality don't quite apply here. Support the Podcast and help it grow!

G'day legends and Happy Horror Sunday!

It's a weathered tale. One passed down from parent to child. A quiet warning about a flat in an old building where something isn't quite right. Nothing jumps out at you (at first), but the silence in this one gets louder and louder, until suddenly… it's not just a room anymore. Support the Podcast and help it grow!

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That's what the Bleached Man really is — not a villain, but a symptom. He doesn't kill. He erases. He makes you forget the moment that broke you. Seems like a gift, right? But once you lose that, you lose the you that was forged through surviving it. Support the Podcast and help it grow!

TWO WHOLLOPERS OF OLD TIME RADIO EPISODES!!!

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My hands were cold when I wrote this one my friends...only because in Australia it's freezing heheheh. OH...I mean.....because it's cold tale!!! NOTE: I hope you love the song at the end, crafted just for you special friends of mine

Clockmakers Curse (Horror in Time) by Stories Fables Ghostly Tales

The Falcon hit the airwaves back in the early 1940s, sliding right into the shoes of slick, sharp-tongued detectives like The Shadow and Sam Spade. But where those blokes leaned hard into the tough-as-nails, gritty vibe, The Falcon mixed it up — charm, cheek, and a dash of danger. He was your classic gentleman sleuth, smooth as, but always keen to jump headfirst into the next messy crime. Support the Podcast and help it grow!

Friends gather close — because tonight's episode is something special, a slow burner of sorts! ^^^^ Working on creating loopable video's the Chapter images created for this story. Creating something special and unique! Based on this: So much in the works legend! The Sleep Collector is a tale crafted to pull you slowly, deliberately, into its world. This is slooow burnah! This is not a sprint through jump scares or fleeting frights. This is a six-chapter descent — a patient, creeping journey through exhaustion, obsession, The quiet machinery that feeds on the very essence of those who dare to close their eyes. We meet Elara, a woman marked by strange, glowing bottles that appear on her windowsill each night — bottles that steal away more than just sleep. As the bottles multiply, her body weakens, her world unravels, and she is drawn deep into a city beneath the city, a labyrinth of rusted gears, humming pipes, and pale figures suspended in glass. As the story unfolds… you'll have to ask yourself: what would you do, if your last breath was offered back to you, but only in exchange for taking the Collector's place? This episode is dark, layered, and immersive — designed for those who crave stories that don't just whisper from the edges but pull you under completely. There are no sharp jumps or loud screams here — just a slow, relentless chill, the kind that settles in your chest and lingers long after the last word. PATREON SUPPORTER Showcase - LOVE YOU ALL! A HUGE thank you to my friends and supporters has allowed me to build something deep, strange, and richly textured — a story we couldn't tell any other way. So....dim your lights, close your eyes (if you dare), and let The Sleep Collector take you. Because once you hear the bottles pulsing, you're already part of the machine.

We meet Elara, a woman marked by strange, glowing bottles that appear on her windowsill each night — bottles that steal away more than just sleep. As the bottles multiply, her body weakens, her world unravels, and she is drawn deep into a city beneath the city, a labyrinth of rusted gears, humming pipes, and pale figures suspended in glass. Support the Podcast and help it grow!

If you're a fan of stories where everything seems normal… until it really, really isn't—this is the episode for you. The horror builds, quietly, patiently. Then it devours you whole..... Support the Podcast and help it grow!

It all starts with a broke college student taking a too-good-to-be-true night shift at a daycare that just… showed back up one day. No job listing, no explanation, no one else around. Just the kids. And those drawings.And that wall. You'll see... Support the Podcast and help it grow!

A young girl waits in a quiet house at the edge of a silent town. She's been told to stay there—just for a little while. To wait. Her father promised he'd come for her. Outside, the woods don't move. The road doesn't change. The town breathes like something asleep. Then one day… someone knocks. Support the Podcast and help it grow!

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Gooood Morning, Evening, or Gooodnight Night my ghastly gang!

A brilliant world of Dangerous Assignment. You know the deal—he gets the call, grabs his passport (and maybe a gun), and heads straight into international mayhem. Here's the lowdown on this week's batch of spy capers! Support the Podcast and help it grow!

G'day legends! Here's a fun little deep-dive into the world of Dangerous Assignment, that slick old-time radio spy show starring the always-cool Steve Mitchell. If you're a fan of globe-trotting, double-crosses, and Cold War shenanigans, you're in for a treat. Support the Podcast and help it grow!

G'daaaay Legends!! Happy Aussie Sunday mates!