S02 - EP05 - Angel of Lincoln by James West | A tale of lore, bound in stone
Haunted UK Fiction: Tales of the Supernatural, Paranormal, and UncannyShow Notes
For hundreds of years it stood silent, waiting...
“Seems everywhere has its own ghosts. I’ve heard all the stories, the thing I don’t know is why Lincoln is so bloody haunted!” “I can tell ye,” said a voice... An old man in his late 70s, peaked cap and waxed jacket, sat beside them. “I can tell ye,” he repeated, leaning on his elbow with his hand under chin...”
What begins as a casual conversation soon reveals something far older — a story rooted deep in the history of Lincoln, where legend and reality blur, and something unseen has always been present.Some places don’t just have ghosts… they have guardians.This original paranormal horror story explores urban folklore, ancient presence, and the unsettling idea that some forces have been watching for far longer than we realize.
If you enjoy this story, continue your listening with: HMP Signal’s End (another chilling story by the same author, where something refuses to stay contained) The Lady of the Stairs (a haunting tied to history, place, and a presence that endures) Echoes in the Mist (a folklore-rich tale where voices from the past still carry through the present)About the Author
James West is a writer of atmospheric horror, known for blending grounded settings with unsettling supernatural elements. His previous story HMP Signal’s End, the very first episode of Haunted UK Fiction, remains one of the show’s most enduring and talked-about releases.
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Credits: Story by James West 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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