S02 - EP07 - The Pale One at the Window by Ian Harris | A supernatural horror story
Haunted UK Fiction: Tales of the Supernatural, Paranormal, and UncannyShow Notes
Not every reflection belongs to the person standing before it...
“It wasn’t dramatic at first. Just little things. A prickle on the back of her neck whenever she passed the hallway mirror. The way her phone screen sometimes lit up on its own, reflecting her face too pale, too elongated. The kitchen window fogging faintly when she stood near it, though the air was dry…”
What begins as a series of small, easily dismissed moments slowly builds into something far more unsettling as the boundary between reflection and reality begins to blur.Sometimes, what you see looking back isn’t just a trick of the light.This original paranormal horror story explores perception, identity, and the quiet terror of something slipping into your place.
If you enjoy this story, continue your listening with: The Hollow Rooms (another unsettling tale by the same author, where reality begins to fracture in an isolated setting) The Thing in the Wall (a creeping horror where something hidden begins to make itself known) Folded In (a strange and disorienting story where perception and reality begin to unravel)
About the Author Ian Harris writes atmospheric supernatural fiction inspired by real-life paranormal experiences spanning over three decades. His sensitivity to people, places, and unseen energies informs stories that blur the line between perception and reality.His personal experiences were also featured on the Haunted UK podcast in episode “30 Years and Counting.”
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Credits: Story by Ian Harris 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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