S02 - EP16 - The Mosses Part 1 by LD Brown | A strange story of experimentation
Haunted UK Fiction: Tales of the Supernatural, Paranormal, and UncannyShow Notes
Beneath the still waters of The Mosses, something ancient waits... This is part 1 of a 2-part episode.
“These marshes and bogs beheld a great abundance of streams which criss-crossed the rough grass in huge spider-web formations. These streams grew, split, thickened and slowed so very gradually until, at the very heart of the marsh, all gentle trickling ceased and great pools of brown water stood silent and deep. I had been informed that these areas were known as “The Mosses,” and it would be most unwise to leave the path and explore them…”
Deep within the wetlands known as The Mosses, the land itself begins to change, something ancient seems to watch from beneath the still, dark water. Not all danger announces itself, some ancient forms of it simply wait. This original paranormal folk horror story explores isolation, landscape, and the quiet terror of stepping somewhere you were never meant to go.
If you enjoy this story, continue your listening with: The Mosses – Part 2 (continue the story as the true horror of the marsh begins to reveal itself) The Overcoat (another unsettling tale by the same author, steeped in atmosphere and creeping dread) Blackdamp (a claustrophobic story where the environment itself becomes deadly)
About the Author L.D. Brown writes atmospheric horror inspired by the landscapes of the Lake District — a world of wetlands, woodlands, and quiet places where something always feels just slightly off.In addition to writing, he runs Tallow Tales: The Hawkshead Ghost Walk, sharing local folklore and ghost stories in one of England’s most hauntingly beautiful regions.Find more from L.D. Brown: Instagram & Facebook: @tallowtales Website: www.kittchen.co.uk/tallowtales Email: [email protected]
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Credits: Story by L.D. Brown Narrated by Steven Holloway Script prepared by Melissa West Produced by Pink Flamingo Home Studio
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