Spooky Story Time

I heard someone sobbing in the stall next to mine in the campus bathroom. When security opened the door, the stall was empty. Locked, silent, and impossible. I still feel the cold tile under my slippers and the echo of that hysterical wail. It was finals week, the library a fluorescent tomb, and the crying started soft and private before escalating into a raw, terrified sound that made my skin crawl. But there was nothing - no backpack, no jacket, no sign anyone had been inside. The memory has followed me ever since: the sudden, aggressive absence where a person had just been, and the way the room went from frantic noise to impossible quiet in a heartbeat. I’m still not sure what I heard - an actual person, a sound carried through pipes, or something else. If you’re drawn to campus hauntings, press play and listen close. Not for kids - listener discretion advised. ------------ Beth's Spooky Story Time is your new favourite horror podcast, best enjoyed alone with headphones. All stories are suggested or submitted by listeners. Have you had a spooky experience? Email your story to [email protected] now. For ad-free content, Spooky Chat Time, and extra perks, support us on Patreon: patreon.com/bethsspookystorytime Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

I got into a ride‑share after my car broke down and the driver called me by my full name - my private middle name - and then told me he’d been waiting for this ride. I ran. I’m still running. I’m telling this because it happened to me and because I need other women to hear what can happen when a stranger knows more than they should. One ordinary Tuesday night my car died on the M2. A black Audi arrived, the driver said my name like he owned it, and then he started reciting details about my life that no app should know. When I tried to get out, the door was locked. I escaped by throwing myself from the car and running across gravel. The police found the car abandoned; the driver vanished. This episode is a tight, urgent account of that ride: the small, chilling moments that made my skin crawl, the instant I realized this wasn’t a routine pickup, and the raw panic of getting out alive. If you listen to safety stories, true‑crime warnings, or tense personal horror, press play. Not for kids - listener discretion advised. ------------ Beth's Spooky Story Time is your new favourite horror podcast, best enjoyed alone with headphones. All stories are suggested or submitted by listeners. Have you had a spooky experience? Email your story to [email protected] now. For ad-free content, Spooky Chat Time, and extra perks, support us on Patreon: patreon.com/bethsspookystorytime Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

A stranger at a crowded bar raised a crystal flute and toasted me with three words... “to your last New Year,” then vanished. That toast has been the drumbeat of my life for a year. I’m telling this quietly because I don’t want to invite more attention, only to share what it’s like to live under a sentence. One midnight, a man in an impossibly sharp suit appeared beside my booth, offered a single, chilling toast, and left behind a heavy crystal flute. Since then I’ve quit drinking, lost my job, and turned every day into a ritual to avoid whatever he meant. I’ve had tests, scoured forums, and catalogued every near‑miss as if it were a clue. The calendar has become a cliff. This episode is an account of paranoia and prophecy: the night itself, the months that followed, and the small, obsessive measures I’ve taken to survive. If you’re drawn to tense, psychological horror - prophecies, ominous strangers, and the slow erosion of normal life - press play and listen close. I’m counting down the days, and I need you to hear this. Not for kids - listener discretion advised. ------------ Beth's Spooky Story Time is your new favourite horror podcast, best enjoyed alone with headphones. All stories are suggested or submitted by listeners. Have you had a spooky experience? Email your story to [email protected] now. For ad-free content, Spooky Chat Time, and extra perks, support us on Patreon: patreon.com/bethsspookystorytime Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

I came home one evening to find my keys on the kitchen counter and my slippers arranged like a message. By the time I hid a camera, the footage showed someone who looked exactly like me, living my life, smoothing my comforter, and leaving a strand of dark hair on my shoes. I’m terrified, and I need you to hear this. For six months my apartment has been subtly rearranged. Small, intimate intrusions at first. A strand of hair that wasn’t mine. A hidden nanny cam that captured a version of me walking in and acting like she belongs. I’m not sure whether I’m being gaslit, stalked, or haunted, but I’m done staying silent. This is a story about identity, invasion, and the uncanny terror of being replaced in your own life. If you like tense, intimate horror that blends psychological dread with uncanny phenomena, doppelgängers, domestic hauntings, and the slow erosion of safety, press play. Not for kids - listener discretion advised. ------------ Beth's Spooky Story Time is your new favourite horror podcast, best enjoyed alone with headphones. All stories are suggested or submitted by listeners. Have you had a spooky experience? Email your story to [email protected] now. For ad-free content, Spooky Chat Time, and extra perks, support us on Patreon: patreon.com/bethsspookystorytime Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Windward is a coastal village where the sea keeps a terrible bargain. A single, monstrous bell toll at 3 a.m. names the next soul to be claimed by an ancient covenant, and this time, I became the unwilling successor to the Salted Hand. What begins as local folklore unfolds into a visceral, maritime horror: a belfry stained with brine, a dragging sound from the dark, and a cold, salt‑scented mark on the narrator’s hand that marks the passing of a burden no one can refuse. Listeners who enjoy coastal folklore, ritualistic hauntings, and stories where place itself demands sacrifice will find this episode haunting and unforgettable. Press play to feel the bell’s resonance and follow a tale about covenants, the weight of inherited duty, and the way the sea keeps its promises. ------------ Beth's Spooky Story Time is your new favourite horror podcast, best enjoyed alone with headphones. All stories are suggested or submitted by listeners. Have you had a spooky experience? Email your story to [email protected] now. For ad-free content, Spooky Chat Time, and extra perks, support us on Patreon: patreon.com/bethsspookystorytime Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices