S02 - EP01 - Freddie by Ruth Saberton | A touching ghost story
Haunted UK Fiction: Tales of the Supernatural, Paranormal, and UncannyShow Notes
A young couple’s search for a new home takes an unsettling turn...
“Adele... slipped her hand from her mother’s grasp to wave. When asked who she was looking at, Adele couldn’t say and when she glanced back there was nobody there after all. Maybe she had imagined it? Only a very old lady lived in the Rectory. There were no children there…”
What begins as a hopeful search for a new home slowly gives way to something far more unsettling, as a presence lingers just out of sight, and just beyond explanation.This original paranormal ghost story explores memory, place, and the quiet unease of something that refuses to be forgotten.
If you enjoy this story, continue your listening with: Helen (Something in the Cellar) (a chilling perspective-driven ghost story where the past refuses to let go) Sukie in the Graveyard (a gentle and emotional story of connection beyond death) The Pale One at the Window (a slow-building, deeply unsettling presence watching from just beyond reach)
About the Author Ruth Saberton is a bestselling author of over 30 novels, published by Orion, HarperCollins, Pan Macmillan, and Little Black Dress. Originally from London and now based in Cornwall, her work is often inspired by landscape, atmosphere, and the emotional ties between people and place.Her latest novel, The First and Last Summer, explores friendship, family, and second chances.You can find more of her work below: Website: https://www.ruthsaberton.com Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/ruthsabertonauthor/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ruthsabertonauthor Contact: [email protected]
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Credits: Story by Ruth Saberton 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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