S02 - EP11 - The Swaying Woman of Skelton Wharf by Max T. Storey | Two ghosts with a terrifying connection
Haunted UK Fiction: Tales of the Supernatural, Paranormal, and UncannyShow Notes
A childhood ghost experience ties into an ghostly encounter decades later...
“I cowered beneath the duvet, pulling it up to my nose, my eyes just peeking over the edge as I watched her loom above me. She seemed impossibly tall, towering over me, and for a moment we just stared at each other. A few seconds — but it felt like a lifetime. Then she lifted her veil…”
What begins as a terrifying moment from childhood slowly reveals itself to be something more, as years later, the past resurfaces, and a long-forgotten encounter refuses to remain buried.Some experiences don’t fade with time.. sometimes they follow you.This original paranormal horror story explores memory, fear, and the lingering presence of something first seen… and never truly understood.
If you enjoy this story, continue your listening with: The Thing in the Wall (a nightmare that refuses to stay confined to childhood) Freddie (a powerful tale where childhood and place intertwine with something lingering) The Pale One at the Window (a slow-building story where something familiar becomes deeply wrong)
About the Author Max T. Storey draws inspiration from real-life paranormal experiences, blending personal encounters with fiction to create stories that feel grounded, intimate, and deeply unsettling.His collection The Unquiet Journals features extended versions of his work alongside other stories rooted in the North East of England, and his upcoming podcast The Spectral Pastures explores haunted locations and their histories. Social media: @MaxTStorey | @thespectralpastures
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Credits: Story by Max T. Storey 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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