S02 - EP04 - Bleakmore: A Gothic Tale Part 2 by Emma Hudairi | The conclusion of this haunting tale
Haunted UK Fiction: Tales of the Supernatural, Paranormal, and UncannyShow Notes
A storm rising. A figure revealed. Some events are sadly destined to repeat...
“The swell of the waves was much higher now and I could hear them crashing against the cliffs... The shrubs in the garden swayed in the wind. The scene was almost unrecognisable as the location of my walk earlier in the day. My eyes glanced to the left along the path that I had used. A sudden flash of lightning highlighted the way and that’s when I first saw her…”
As the truth behind Bleakmore begins to surface, what once felt like a distant echo of the past becomes something far more immediate — and far more inescapable.Some places don’t just replay history… they draw you into it.This original paranormal gothic horror story explores inevitability, lingering tragedy, and the moment when observer becomes participant.
This is the conclusion of a two-part gothic tale.
New to Haunted UK Fiction? Listen to Part One before continuing.
If you enjoy this story, continue your listening with: The Wedding Dress (a haunting tale where objects bear witness to lives, loss, and the passage of time) One Always Comes Back (a chilling story rooted in folklore, where some forces are destined to return) Freddie (a deeply emotional ghost story where place, memory, and presence intertwine)
About the Author Emma Hudairi has long been drawn to ghost stories and the supernatural, from childhood reading to adult fascination with paranormal investigations. Bleakmore: A Gothic Tale was written during lockdown as a deeply personal creative project, inspired by distance, uncertainty, and the enduring pull of gothic storytelling.Though fictional, the story draws on the landscapes and atmosphere of Yorkshire — a place where history and imagination naturally intertwine.
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Credits: Story by Emma Hudairi 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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