Stories Fables Ghostly Tales Podcast

1. A Little Taste of Tonight’s Case Tonight’s story starts exactly where so many good things do: a quiet country town, a family lunch, and a plate of something fancy – beef Wellington. It ends with three people dead, one clinging to life, and an entire nation asking how a dish that sounds like it belongs on MasterChef ended up in the Supreme Court. This episode takes you into the Leongatha mushroom case – the so-called “death cap dinner” – told from my Tale Teller perch, with all the atmosphere, care, and candlelit narration you’ve come to expect… plus a healthy dollop of “what on earth, humans?” 2. What’s Actually in the Episode? A lunch that looked ordinary… and wasn’t We start at the table. No gore, no exploitation – just that quiet, uneasy sense that something is off. You’ll hear: How a country family lunch in Victoria became international news. Who sat at that table, how they were connected, and why this wasn’t strangers in a headline, but an entire web of family history colliding over one meal. I walk you through the day itself like you’re there in the corner of the room, watching the plates go down and not yet knowing what they carry. What a death cap actually does to you Then we get a little… biological. I take you inside the body and explain – in proper, story-ified fashion – what happens when you eat a death cap mushroom: The eerie, silent first hours, when your body acts like nothing’s wrong while amatoxins quietly slip into your bloodstream. The fake food-poisoning phase – all vomiting and diarrhoea and “oh that’s just a nasty bug” – while your liver is secretly being dismantled cell by cell. The false recovery, that cruel moment where the symptoms ease and you think you’re on the mend… just as your liver throws in its resignation letter. And finally, the crash: jaundice, confusion, liver failure, the scramble for transplants and ICU care. It’s dramatic, it’s descriptive, and it’s rooted in the real medical picture – because if we’re going to be horrified, we may as well be accurately horrified. Inside the relationships and the almost-motive We also pull back from the plate and talk about the human mess behind it all: The long, complicated relationship between Erin and her ex, The money tensions, the child support drama, the messages that went from “family” to “lost cause” in record time, And how the courts actually handled motive – or rather, how they never truly nailed one down. I keep it respectful: we’re not here to psychoanalyse a stranger’s soul from our couches. But we do explore the emotional landscape that sat behind that lunch, because that’s where the story really starts to ache. The sentence, the silence, and the questions We end in the courtroom: the verdicts, the life sentence, and the judge openly admitting that only she knows why. Then I leave you with the questions that linger: Is a murder with no clear motive creepier than one done for money? How much does “why” matter once “what” is already this bad? And who do we trust at our table, really? 3. Thank You, You EPIC, Wonderful Lovelies! I cannot overstate this: you are the reason I get to dig into stories like this properly – slowly, carefully, with time to research, script, narrate, and edit instead of belting them out between life admin and cold tea. Every time you support on Patreon, you’re not just “tipping the podcaster” – you’re literally funding: The hours it takes to turn a complex case into a coherent, respectful narrative. The hosting, tools, and tea and caffeine supply chain that keep SFGT alive. The space for me to ask, “How do I tell this without turning real pain into entertainment?” – and then actually follow through on that. So thank you: For trusting me with your ears. For backing this strange little corner of the audio world where horror and empathy share the same cup. For letting me sit by your side, late at night, and tell you stories that stay with you long after the episode ends. You are, quite genuinely, the legends who keep the lights on and the kettle boiling. Stay safe, stay curious, and maybe – just for me – don’t eat any mysterious mushrooms you find on a weekend wander, yeah? With all the tea and all the thanks, Your Tale Teller 💛 Research References and Bibliography: https://www.patreon.com/posts/145819571?pr=true

Welcome legends to your Research and True Crime Episode! Skidmore, Missouri is the kind of town you’d usually drive through without ever taking off your sunglasses. One main street, a couple of brick buildings, fields on every side. And in 1981, that quiet little dot on the map did something unthinkable. In broad daylight, in the middle of Main Street, the town bully Ken Rex McElroy was shot to death while sitting in his red pickup truck. Dozens of people were there. No one “saw” who did it. No one was ever charged. What you’ll hear in this one In this story, I walk you through: Who McElroy was, and how one man could hold an entire town in fear for years The shooting of an elderly grocer that should have put him away The tense town meeting at the Legion Hall, where people quietly realised the law wasn’t going to save them The slow, silent walk down Main Street The red truck, the gunshots, and the instant, perfect wall of “I didn’t see a thing” And because this is Stories Fables Ghostly Tales, we thread it all through one extra chill: A teenager with a camera. One photo taken seconds before the shots. And a strange shape caught in the truck’s window… Maybe it’s a trick of the light. Maybe it’s guilt. Maybe it’s the moment a whole town becomes something it can’t easily explain. This one isn’t about jump scares or gore. It’s about fear, power, and what people do when they’ve run out of “proper” options. If tiny towns, unsolved justice, and the feeling that something is still standing on that empty street at night gets under your skin… WHAT would you have done mates....let Ken rule your town even though he's almost taken a life? Tell me your thoughts... Hit play...and... Welcome to Skidmore. Pictures of the man and the town: A black-and-white portrait of Ken Rex McElroy. Main Street, Skidmore A current-day photo of Skidmore’s main drag: cracked road, small storefronts, flat Midwestern horizon. Great for getting the “tiny, worn farm town” feel. Gratefully yours....Here's to more True Crime Stories legends! Your Tale Teller! 💜💜💜💜💜💜

🪞 Patreon-Exclusive Episode Post Greetings, my dearest creeps, connoisseurs of atmosphere, and candle-lit listeners — it’s your friendly neighbourhood Tale Teller stepping softly through a creaking doorway tonight…because this episode...well... This one comes straight from the dusty, shadowy vaults of old-time radio royalty. We are diving into one of the great macabre institutions of the 1940s: ✨ Inner Sanctum Mystery Tonight’s Tale: The Death of Mr Putnam The famous creaking door opens… and what slips through is a tale thick with guilt, paranoia, and deliciously human dread. “The Death of Mr Putnam” is a classic slow-burn thriller: no monsters, no fangs, no fireballs — just people facing the echo of their own secrets as fate taps its long, bony fingers against the window. Expect: 🕯️ Whispered suspicions 🖤 A death that doesn’t add up 🔍 Guilt turning into something almost supernatural 🎙️ That iconic Inner Sanctum dark humour 🩸 And the creeping sense that someone in that room is lying This one was a joy to remaster and narrate, and I hope it brings you the same delicious unease those early radio fans felt huddled around their sets in the 1940s. About the Inner Sanctum Old Time Radio shows: Inner Sanctum’s “The Mysterious Death of Mr. Putnam” is classic old-school spooky fun — not with ghosts or ghouls, but with people being… well, people. The whole episode leans into awkward silences, weird vibes, and side-eyed tension as everyone tries a bit too hard to act normal after Mr. Putnam suddenly drops dead under circumstances that feel just slightly off. Putnam becomes this kind of “presence” even though he’s not there anymore — his absence tells you everything you need to know, and absolutely nothing at the same time. Everyone around him feels twitchy, defensive, or oddly rehearsed, and the story slowly tightens around those reactions until guilt and paranoia start spilling out everywhere. It’s not about what lurks in the shadows — it’s about what people hope no one ever finds out. And of course, it wouldn’t be Inner Sanctum without that creaking door and Raymond popping in with his trademark “I shouldn’t be laughing at this but I am” style of humour. The episode moves at a snappy pace, building the tension bit by bit, until the final reveal lands with that deliciously ironic, poetic justice the series was known for. Nothing flashy, nothing supernatural — just a good, tight psychological mystery about people cracking under pressure. “The Mysterious Death of Mr. Putnam” is one of those stories that reminds you why Inner Sanctum still holds up today: it’s eerie, clever, character-driven, and proves that sometimes the scariest stuff is just the quiet truth people are trying way too hard to hide. Thank you so much for listening legends!!! All the love and I really enjoyed remastering this one 🌞💜💜💜💜🌞

🌲 What The Grey Daughter Hollow Is About Welcome back, wanderers of the uncanny — it’s your midnight Tale Teller, reporting from somewhere under the canopy, where the forest listens more intently than any living thing should. Our story, The Grey Daughter Hollow, follows a forest with memory deeper than soil, children who return changed, and a detective whose grief makes him the perfect seed for something ancient. This tale doesn’t leap — it roots. It spreads slow and silent, like something growing beneath the floorboards of your mind. 🐾 The Plot So Far — Matching Chapters 1–6 Exactly Chapter One — The Hunger Beneath the Roots Theo steps past the treeline, lured by whispers only the young can hear. The forest consumes him softly. What forms beneath the soil is not a boy — but the forest’s first reshaped child. Chapter Two — The Second Voice Sadie breaks the rules, hopping the fence on a dare. Graydaughter takes her too, but with more intention. She emerges underground with fungus-eyes and a sharper, more knowing mind — a second experiment. Chapter Three — What Crawls in the Quiet Places Detective Rourke investigates the disappearances. He hears movement beneath the soil — hands, breathing, a forest shifting awake. Theo and Sadie sense him. And the forest tastes his grief. It approves. Chapter Four — The Things That Learn Your Name Rourke returns at night. Theo surfaces, trembling, remembering his own name — a failure the forest never intended. Sadie rises too, violent and perfected. Theo protects Rourke. Gray daughter punishes them both. The forest begins to see Rourke differently. Chapter Five — Rourke: The Forest That Would Not Let Me Go Rourke is pulled underground. He sees the core: a massive, living archive built from the fused bodies of every child the forest has ever taken. Among them, he recognizes his daughter’s remains — not resurrected, only remembered and badly copied. Chapter Six — Rourke: The Shape of What Should Not Live The forest begins sculpting Rourke as its new creation — not a creature that hides, but one that can walk the world, lure children, and carry the forest’s will outward. Theo tries to save him. The forest tightens its grip. Rourke’s transformation begins. 🔥 Final Thoughts Thank you for venturing this far into the hollow. This tale doesn’t sprint — it burrows. It waits. It thrives in the quiet between breaths. The darkest part of the story still lies ahead. And the forest’s patience… has grown very thin. Stay curious, stay wary, and if the earth moves beneath your feet tonight… ...don’t look down... — Your Tale Teller 🕯️🌲

Two tales braided by one question: what happens when the things meant to protect us—skin and silence—start letting something else in? 😱Content Warnings: body horror (skin/teeth/eyes), psychological distress, invasive/possessive spaces, loss of agency; no graphic gore. 🔊SPECIAL SONG AT THE END | Hope you love it! The Soft Place 🧽 A bruise opens like a polite mouth on Mae’s ribs, asking for warmth, for quiet, for her. Doctors call it an artifact; it behaves like a door... Each night the hunger refines its manners until the only thing it wants is a hand to hold on the other side. A body becomes a threshold, and care becomes consent—one fingertip at a time... Quiet Hours 🧏 In a building where the lease forbids names after midnight, the walls begin to listen. The vents chew on stolen syllables, learning how to make a tongue. All it needs to own you is the sound you make when you say yourself. Architecture grows a mouth; a tenant learns that silence is structural—and costly. Shared Themes 🤯 Bodies & buildings as doors. Thresholds that remember the hands that open them. The price of comfort. When safety speaks in your voice, can you tell keeping from taking? Names as architecture. Some beams are load-bearing; remove one and the house learns to bite. Excerpt — Quiet Hours: “Who are you?” the duct asked, using everyone’s voices. She could have said nobody. She whispered her name instead, and the wall flexed—just enough to suggest muscle. Excerpt — The Soft Place: Her finger slipped through the bruise like water parting for a prayer. On the other side, something matched her shape and pressed back, grateful as a neighbor who’d been alone too long. Thank you so much for supporting me legends, for supporting the podcast, and for listening! I hope these tales tonight really got under your skin....figuratively heheheh. 💜💜💜💜