S02 - Flash Fiction 03 - The Ghost on the Staircase by John Gorman | A quick ghostly chill
Haunted UK Fiction: Tales of the Supernatural, Paranormal, and UncannyShow Notes
Should people tell their guests about the ghosts lingering in their homes...?
“The staircase was just behind the sofa in the open-plan living room and once, a coat hanger tumbled down the stairs unaided. There was nobody upstairs, however there was a small pile of hangers on the top step and maybe one of them was loose. These odd events I could explain logically. Ghosts don’t exist…”
At first, it’s easy to dismiss a noise, a movement, something slightly out of place. But when the ordinary explanations begin to wear thin, a question starts to form: What if it isn’t nothing? This original paranormal ghost story explores skepticism, subtle hauntings, and the moment when logic is no longer enough.
Flash Fiction Friday – a bite-sized tale designed to unsettle.
If you enjoy this story, continue your listening with: The Thing in the Wall (a creeping domestic horror where something hidden begins to make itself known) Helen (Something in the Cellar) (a chilling perspective-driven story where the past refuses to stay quiet) The Pale One at the Window (a slow-building tale where something familiar begins to feel deeply wrong)
About the Author John Gorman is a forensic scientist with a strong grounding in evidence and logic — making his fascination with the unexplained all the more compelling. Inspired by local hauntings in Lancashire and his own experiences, The Ghost on the Staircase marks his first step into supernatural fiction.
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Credits: Story by John Gorman 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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