S02 - EP06 - Deathly Cold by Harrie Tabor | A winter horror story
Haunted UK Fiction: Tales of the Supernatural, Paranormal, and UncannyShow Notes
Sometimes the cold cuts deeper than expected...
“It was cold. She worked her fingertips into the ice, appreciating the smoothness of the whale’s skin. The longer she held her hand there, the damper her palm became. She could even feel the water seeping into the edge of her sleeve. The guilt struck her like a sledgehammer. There shouldn’t be that much water, surely. Was the sculpture even there any more? She must’ve single handedly melted it…”
What begins as a simple interaction quickly turns unsettling, as something shifts beneath the surface, and the cold becomes something far more than just temperature.This original paranormal horror story explores transformation, unease, and the quiet terror of realizing something is changing… and you may be part of it.
If you enjoy this story, continue your listening with: Running from the Christmas Tractor (another eerie and darkly playful story by the same author, where something unexpected turns terrifying) Spores (a deeply unsettling tale where something begins to spread and take hold) Blackdamp (a tense and atmospheric story where unseen danger proves deadly)
About the Author Harrie Tabor writes stories that blend the strange, the unsettling, and the quietly surreal. With a distinctive voice that often starts in the familiar before drifting into the unexpected, her work lingers in that uneasy space where something just isn’t quite right.You can find more from Harrie here: https://www.tumblr.com/harrietabor
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Credits: Story by Harrie Tabor Narrated by Steven Holloway Script prepared by Melissa West Produced by Pink Flamingo Home Studio
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Enter the world of Haunted UK Fiction — a paranormal fiction podcast and sister show to the Haunted UK Podcast.We bring you original supernatural stories, ghost stories, and eerie fiction written by authors from the UK and around the world. From hauntings and poltergeists to strange creatures, folklore, and the unexplained, each episode features professionally narrated horror and paranormal fiction designed to unsettle, intrigue, and stay with you long after listening.If you enjoy atmospheric storytelling, dark fiction, and immersive audio experiences, Haunted UK Fiction is your home for weekly supernatural tales.
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