Show Notes
This is the sound that breaks the silence of the night. The bumping beneath your bed. The scratching inside the walls. The tapping just outside your window. The whispers in the dark. "Someone Just Like You" is a harrowing journey into supernatural terror not for the faint of heart—or stomach. These handpicked horror stories are frightening, fearless and hauntingly vivid. Brought to life by an extraordinary cast of voice actors including Peter Lewis, Addison Peacock, Méabh de Brún, Graham Rowat, Anusia Battersby, Zane Schacht, and many more. Listen at your own risk because what happens here could happen to anyone. It could happen to… Someone Just Like You. A Good Pointe Original. Someone Just Like You was created by Jeremy Ellett. Nightmarish, Frightening, Horror Podcast, Horror Anthology, Eerie, Bone-Chilling, Blood-Curdling, Haunting, Grim, Unsettling, Ghastly Horror, Unmissable, Unnerving Narratives, Chilling Stories, Supernatural, spooky, Creepy, SciFi Podcast, Dark Tales, Enigmatic, Scary Stories, Dark Fantasy, Occult, Psychological Horror, Mind-Bending, Psychological Suspense, Terror, Macabre, Chilling, Disturbing, Edge-of-Your-Seat Horror Stories, Eerie Anthology, Nightmarish Tales, Grim Suspense, Haunted Narratives.
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I could barely breathe, like I was choking on the darkness. My buddy was having a panic attack. But I did what I’d been told to do; to stop, listen, look. Lady Bluebell would take me home. And I swear, not only did I hear that bell – I saw her.
Inside was a dark, cavernous room. The smooth walls and rectangular shape looked like a traditional basement – but it had a rotten, swamp-like stench to it. In the center was a table. One leg was bent and broken. There was a sheet of paper in the middle.
The terrible weight of the mountain above him, the white snow shrouding the black mountain, the stale wet air in the tunnel, all pressed down inexorably upon him in the dark. He felt strangely sad, he felt lost, he felt dizzy. He sank like a slow stone in a cold well.