Play Episode 19: Fall Spirits Below

Happy Equinox!

It’s our season, Autumn. Mabon. Halloween is only a few weeks away, and Fox & Phil have lots of spooky and horror to fill the time. Horror personality, one of the Crypticon Ghoul Girls and host on iHorror, Friday nights, Kino McFarland (Demented), co-hosts this episode to talk about her work in film and her life as a model, escape artist and circus performer. This is the third episode to be part of the programming at Para-X on Saturday nights, 6PM dead. They record on location from Comic Zen in Lansdale PA to celebrate its recent opening on Cruise Night in Montgomery County.

pf-talkingAs part of their outreach program, Phil & Fox travel into the community to collect paranormal material and help new artists & authors under their art and the industry, this time at Comic Zen in Lansdale, PA.


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First played every Saturday Night at 6PM on Para-X Radio



We co-host Episode 19 with horror personality, Kino McFarland or Kino De Demented, one of the Crypitcon Ghoul Girls. Kino is a talented filmmaker, performer, author and sensitive to the spiritual world. @KinoMcFarland



11984367_10206025998063698_1626137703_oWith a love for theatrics and a passion for writing, Kino McFarland began building a career of storytelling through word and film at a young age. She was a valued member of her high school’s drama club’s stage crew and later went on to perform at The Ohio Renaissance Festival as a street character.

The sideshow bug bit Kino at the Renaissance Festival and she began performing with the Pickled Brothers Circus and FreakShow Deluxe as Hannah Bel. Her skills as a glass walker, escape artist, and more have allowed her to perform with bands such as the Insane Clown Posse and GWAR. While traveling with sideshows, Kino refined her writing skills with Full Sail University.

Kino writes primarily dark subjects with a hint of comedy, which can be attributed to her experience with vaudevillian performers and showmen. Vampires, witches, and ghosts are some of her most beloved subjects, as are the many people and personalities that she has encountered while traveling the country. She firmly believes that only an oblivious person can write a boring character. The best characters are all around us.

Her film credits range from being a Production Assistant and Behind the Scenes 14324403_948113625315423_8639260397204137314_oPhotographer to directing and writing her own films, such as Hangry, The Beasts of the Earth (winner of Best Sound Design at the Seattle 48 Hour Film Horror Project), and Declawed (2nd place winner at Cine-City). She is currently working on a webseries called Kino’s Asylum for iHorror.com’s Youtube channel in which she discusses the horror genre as her horror host personality, Kino B. Demented. She has dedicated her life to horror and can often be found with the Crypticon Ghoul Girls in Seattle, Washington.

Kino’s Links:




 “Start meeting people who can get you onto sets.”

                                                                       –Kino McFarland (Demented)




True Ghost Tales in Episode 19: Fall Spirits

The true ghost story this episode is from a New England resident, Renee Johnson—a classic ghost tale of the true sight of children and saying goodbye to family, read by voice actor Jamey McCartney. Grampie.

Randi Stinson from Cats Meow Mystical Shop returns to tell the story of an encounter with a man and the demon who owns his soul. Her sister Jini joins in the telling. It’s a story of when demonic oppression infected her life with Horse Flies. Never sell your soul to hell.

“The demon did not want the book in my story.”

Randi Biba Stinson, owner of Cats Meow Mystical Store in Lansdale, PA that supplies pagans their material for spells, rituals and worship, also with a fantastic catalog online.





Swamp Music Players

Fox plays another song from the Swamp Music Players—a dark tale of Atlanta called The Street Sweeper. Can you decipher his truth? He’s the street sweeper, baby, and he’s going to sweep these streets clean.


Swamp Music Players is a retro-futuristic swamp band playing Swamp Blues, Swamp Rock, Swamp Pop and Cosmic Americana. Swamp genres is at the root of Rock’N’Roll, Country and the Blues. We are a Canada and Netherlands campus-charting band with FM radio airplay in several countries and deep social media penetration. SMP had jumped into the escape pod somewhere in the 1980’s and only just returned to push forward this music. Dark and atmospheric swamp tunes, southern flavor all merging with retro cinematic elements that may remind you of some late night movie soundtrack you half remembered.


The Usual Banter

clownsT. Fox Dunham in their usual banter tells his true story about how while kayaking in Cape May, NJ last weekend, his boat sank, and he was nearly entombed in the mud. They also feature another edition of Clown News to report the latest rash of psychological attacks and clown sightings from #clowns along the American east coast. The clowns are coming. Recent reports say that they arrested a man dressed as a clown as one of the gang from the woods, but don’t believe it. It’s just a copy-cat. More on this and other clown reports on Clown News, part of What Are You Afraid Of? Horror & Paranormal Podcast


One Death At A Time by Soren James

They end the show with a diabolical tale brought to them from Perpetual Motion Machine Publishing. One Death at a Time tells the story of a frustrated Satan dealing with an infuriating new soul in Hell. Written by Soren James.

The Devil frowned, and began irritably shouting, “What on Earth are you talking about? Have you no conception of who I am? I could kick-start the apocalypse in your arse if I wanted. I could…What are you doing? You can’t walk away from me!” He turned to his cohorts. “Famine! Bring her back here.” One Death at a Time

Soren James is a writer and visual artist who recreates himself on a daily basis from the materials at his disposal, continuing to do so in an upbeat manner until one day he will sumptuously throw his drained materials aside and resume stillness without asking why.


This is the last episode before their paranormal adventure  begins in October, counting down to Halloween. Coming up in future episodes: Ghost stories from Gettysburg featuring the History Channel’s Mark Nesbitt, several paranormal investigators telling their ghost stories, tales of Pennsylvania, new songs, interviews and live events. Come see What Are You Afraid Of? at the King of Prussia Mall, October 15th at 5PM in Pennsylvania at Uncanny Comics.


Taken during last October just after we recorded Episode 2: Halloween in Bethlehem

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Final Count Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)
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Pop Goes the Weasel Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)
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Street Sweeper Blues – Swamp Music Players – Timeless Cool – Used with Permission.










EP18: Witches

Play Episode 18 below:


wp_20160910_17_38_51_proPhil Thomas & T. Fox Dunham record on-location from The Cats Meow Mystical Shop in Lansdale, Pennsylvania (Montgomery County) in the Philadelphia region. They not only bring their usual assortment of paranormal & horror content (like a box of chocolates made from shadows and gooey macabre) but they also talk to several surprise guests who visit on Bike Night in Lansdale.


Cat’s Meow Mystical Shop:

Psychic Tarot Card Readings. wp_20160910_17_35_27_proCandles. Oils. Incense. Herbs & Roots. Crystals. Jewelry + more!

They also have an online catalog that provides material to practitioners around the world.

Cat’s Meow Online







This is their second episode on Para-X Radio! They join a spooky schedule para-x-logo_social_400x400of programming about the paranormal from many brother and sister explorers of the darkness. Thank you for asking them to join the family! Their new episodes will debut at 6PM on Saturday night, then it will be available from all the major podcast services such as iHeart Radio, iTunes, GooglePlay, etc.


Now because the show is going on a weekly schedule, Fox & Phil can finally relax a bit. They’re changing the format so they can talk to their audience more, share their experiences and stories. For example, in this episode, they discuss the plague of clown sightings happening in the south: its validity and basis in folklore.



WHAT IS GOING ON WITH ALL THESE CLOWNS? Is this how the world ends?


Medium Jean Westbrook Interview:

Fox interviewed the Lady-Medium, Jean Westbrook MA, CH, CMI. Jean is a local medium who spent the last 30 years exploring her abilities, growing them and helping others on their search. She doesn’t see the future because she believes in free will.


 “My readings provide an emotional spiritual mirror to help you gain clarity so you can make positive conscious choices yourself. I am here to empower you. Cats Meow has been a wonderful place for me because Randi’s group has been very supportive.”




The Window – True Ghost Story

The true ghost story comes from western musician Suzen JueL about a house that won’t forget,


The Window. And Randi Biba Stinson, owner of Cats Meow, and her sister, Jini, share one of her true ghost stories, Louis. He was the old shop owner, and they had to come to terms over a misunderstanding that crossed worlds.

Swamp Music Players

They end the show with a song from a band in British Columbia: The Swamp Music Players. Fox plays The Devil’s Tooth to showcase their unique and mournful sound. It’s from their album Timeless Cool. The Swamp Music Players are a retro futuristic band with a passion for Swamp Rock, Swamp Blues, Swamp Pop and Cosmic Americana.


Collapsed stilt house on the lagoon of Ganvie in Benin


We look forward to sharing our next episode with you, Episode 19: Fall Spirits to be recorded on location at Comic Zen in Lansdale, PA.

EP19: FALL SPIRITS Recording on-location at COMIC ZEN in Lansdale PA

Phil & Fox are headed back to Lansdale, PA (Montgomery County) to record their next episode, Fall Spirits on-location at the Comic Zen store on Main Street in town. This is during the town’s annual Cruise Night, so there will be lots to do, eat and see, especially if you like old cars. We are joining the store’s new owner, Timothy Hershey, and we hope to collect some new paranormal stories and experiences from customers.




This episode will debut on Para-X Radio on Saturday, September 24th at 6PM and then it will go live on all major podcasting services.

On Saturday, September 17th, to help celebrate Cruise Night in Lansdale, Montgomery County PA, What Are You Afraid Of? Horror & Paranormal Podcast will be recording on-location at Comic Zen on Main Street to help new owner Timothy Hershey celebrate the opening of his store. We will be there at 6PM to hear your stories and perhaps put you on the show!

Phil & Fox will be discussing all matters paranormal, dark and Indie, plus they’ll be on hand to talk to visitors about their true ghost & paranormal experiences. If you have such a story, you’ve seen a ghost or been haunted, please come down to the store to tell them your experience.

Kino Demented will be joining them remotely, and they will be debuting new ghost stories and dark fiction from Perpetual Motion Machine Publishing along with a new song from the Swamp Music Players.

We’ll have free candy!

Episode 19: Autumn Spirits will be played first on Para-X Radio Saturday, September 24th at 6PM, then it will be available on all major services such as iHeart Radio, GooglePlay, iTunes and many others.





301-A West Main Street, Lansdale PA 19446 – (267) 263-4219


As part of our outreach program to report and join the Philadelphia community, we will be recording the show from various locations. Some of these events will just spring up, so you have to be quick and review our event’s page.

EP18: Witches

Our next recording will take place at the Cat’s Meow Mystical Shop in Lansdale, PA on Saturday, September 10th starting at 6PM, but Phil & Fox intend to be there earlier to talk to people, collect some ghost stories and hang out with the psychics, witches and seekers of the other realm. Bike Night is a busy night for Lansdale, so prepare to park far! Or take the SEPTA to the Lansdale station right in town. The shop is located adjacent to the Septa Station at:

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105 Walnut St

Lansdale, PA 19446

Mystrical Store Front

So we hope you’ll join us and bring your stories! The show should prove to be rich with mystical wisdom.



Tori’s House

Submitted by Tori L. Ridgewood

Kirkland Lake, Ontario

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We’ve had some unexplainable events in our house, in Kirkland Lake, Ontario, Canada. And I know we’re not the only ones — this town is rife with homebody ghosts!

But here are three vials of ghostly fun to pour into the general cauldron…

About two years ago, while my husband was away at school (four hour drive from home), he would Skype me every night to chat with us, often just before the kids were ready for bed. They would say goodnight, I’d take them upstairs, and then we’d have some quiet time to talk before logging off for the evening.

One night, after I had gone upstairs with the kids, he was waiting patiently on his end of the computer connection. The living room was empty. The television was off. 

He heard a voice.

He’s never been quite sure what the voice said, but it was definitely something. He’s a skeptic, so he didn’t pay much attention, other than to be mildly surprised and mention it to me in passing later on.

But there was more…

One night, I woke up and saw a figure in our room. My daughter was in the bed, and the figure was distinctly menacing and terrifying. It was next to my side of the bed. I tried crying out, then curled my body over my daughter and pulled the blanket up around us both, over our heads. When I looked next, it was gone.  

It’s not the first time I’ve seen a figure in my bedroom, watching me sleep, and I can never be sure whether I was truly awake, but it happened in this house and in our home in Swastika. 

A few weeks ago, my husband told me that he saw something reflected in a picture mounted on the wall. It looked like a woman in a long nightgown, and he thought I had gotten out of bed for some reason. But when he turned around there was no-one there…and I was wearing cozy purple jammies that night. So what did he see?

I’m certain there is a presence in this house… And I’m certain that it’s actually benevolent. It likes us. Whatever I saw next to the bed, I think our resident spirit shooed it away.



Play Episode 13: Charles  Adams III

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Well, we’ve had the self-discipline to get you 13 episodes, and we’re going strong. This is a momentous episode for old lucky 13. NEW THEME SONG!!! We’re no longer using open license horror music for our opening. We have a unique theme song composed just for us from author & musician, Michael Garrett. All I had to do was write him three op-ed pieces. Nice trade! The theme song is a creepy mix of simple piano and an odd scratching noise: something trying to get in or trying to get out? Then, we hear a familiar theme of techno that picks up the beat, leading into a cascade of piano. The song ends in simple and ominous way.

In addition to the new theme song, we have commissioned artist Dyer Wilk to do some new cover art for the podcast. We improve every episode.

On this episode, we bring you our usual stew of ghost stories, paranormal & author talk, interviews and even a new techno dark sci-fi song from a British DJ, Dead Zone. Follow Dead Zone on twitter for new updates from his music: @newo394r

Author Tori L. Ridgewood sent us a series of small ghost events from her home in Kirkland Lake, Ontario. The piece is read brilliantly by British folksinger David Walton. We put the story in as a special treat at the end of this update.


Link to Tori’s Goodread’s Page

Phil & Fox discuss more true ghost phenomenon, have their usual banter, and then we lead into our interview with folklorist and author Charles Adams III. We’re rather proud of this one. Charlie has been collecting and writing true ghost stories from the east coast for decades. He was doing it when the term paranormal didn’t exist, and we’ve all seen his books in museum gift shops and libraries. We feature part one of this interview on the show.

Phil and Charlie

Phil Thomas with ghost story legend Charles Adams III

Charles Adams III Bio:

223_CharlesAdams - picCharles J. Adams III was born in Reading, Pennsylvania, in 1947 and resides there today. Adams has been a speaker

at the International Ghost Hunters Alliance and GhostWorld conventions in Gettysburg, Pa., and at regional paranormal conferences in New Jersey, Maryland, and Pennsylvania. He has been interviewed on ghostly topics in England, Ireland, Northern Ireland, South Africa, and on several American radio and television stations. He has also appeared on The History Channel’s “Haunted America: New York” and “Haunted America: Philadelphia” programs and has served as consultant and on-air “expert” for programs on hauntings and ghosts on The Learning Channel, MTV, and The Travel Channel. His latest television work is a segment at the haunted Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia for The Travel Channel’s “Mysterious Journeys” series. He has produced, written, and conducted “ghost tours” in Lancaster County, Reading, Hamburg, and Philadelphia, Pa.; Cape May, N.J., and Greenwich Village, New York City. His stories have been selectedcharlie book for inclusion in several anthologies, including “Classic American Ghost Stories” (August House Publishing). At the personal request of the producer M. Night Shyamalan, his book, “Bucks County Ghost Stories” was used as a prop in the 2002 movie, “Signs,” which stars Mel Gibson. A U.S. Navy veteran, Adams has also been a singer and keyboard player in rock bands since his high school days. Adams has also written numerous commercial jingles and songs, and several have been recorded and released on CDs and music videos.

Link to his Goodreads page



T. Fox Dunham talks about issues in the horror writing community and reads his letter to the Horror Writer Association core members and leadership, written at a time of great turmoil for all authors involved with the organization. He reads his essay, The Strength is in the Membership which talks about how it is up to the authors to make their association better through their individual actions.

John Foster, co-host for episode 5 returns with an interview about his new novel from Grey Matter Press, Mister White as one of the Dark Five. We will feature a special episode from the KGB event, Let the Dark Ones Rise, after episode 14.

“Who is Mister White?”




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This is leading up to the release of the What Are You Afraid Of? Special, Let the Dark Ones Rise, recorded live at the KGB Bar & Club in NYC. This will be released shortly after episode 14 featuring authors & host T. Fox Dunham, Shawn Macomber, Daniel Braum, John Foster and J. Anthony Stone (Ol’ Stoney). This is the first in our special artist & author series which will be coming to you over the next year, celebrating the best in Indie creation.

The Dark Ones Comes to Philly!

What Are You Afraid Of Podcast will be hosting our next event at the Alma Mater Restaurant in Mount Airy, Philadelphia. Confirmed horror authors who will be reading so far are T. Fox Dunham, John Foster and horror icon and HWA membership committee chairman, James Chambers. A few more will be added.

JUNE 25th 2016, 3.30PM

Alma Mater (the former North by Northwest (NxNW)) is in the heart of Mt. Airy in Philadelphia at 7165 Germantown Avenue.

Alma Mater Website

We close the show with a special musical treat from British techno composer Dead Zone, a mix of beat and borg, inspired by those bionic zombies. Assimilate



You’re The One

Submitted by Tara Fox Hall 

New York 2014

Play the audio version of this story here:


Tara Fox Hall is dear friend and comrade in the world of writing. We came into this together, and she’s been a great supporter of The Fox True Ghost Tales Project. She’s always been sensitive to spirits, so we can usually count on a story once a season.

We are more open to spiritual experiences during times of meditation, when our minds turn off the noise the world. Shamans have been doing this for centuries, and a good writing session, which Tara specializes in, is much like meditating. Try it sometime and see through this world.

I was up at my family cabin this past September, putting finishing touches on the latest Promise Me Tale, Eye of the Storm. Per usual, I had worked well beyond dusk, lulled by the gentle breeze coming through the screens and the almost absolute silence, and my craft had taken hold, pushing me to finish.

As I hit save, and went to switch off my computer, I looked up from the screen and felt eyes staring at me. Nothing was visible through the windows surrounding me but pitch blackness. Spooked, I shut the windows, blew out the three candles I’d been using for ambiance, and locked up, bolting the door.

I headed upstairs and got ready for bed, telling myself that I was completely alone, that even if there was some peeping tom skulking around outside, there was no way he was getting in without making a lot of noise. But the feeling of something watching me remained. It was strong enough that I left a floor lamp burning in a bedroom down the hall as a nightlight.

Sometime in the night, I was awakened by the sounds of something moving about in that same room down the hall, something too big to be a mouse. Terrified, I reached up for my own light, fumbling at the switch. It clicked multiple times, but wouldn’t turn on. The sounds down the hall were getting louder, as something crept toward my door.

In panic, I reached for my cell phone, only to have it come alive in my hand, “You’re the One” scrolling repeatedly across the screen as static and a man’s voice talking in a low tone filled the silence. I took breath to scream and felt myself propelled out of bed by some unseen force. Unable to get air, I flailed, weakly croaking, “Stop it!” as I was moved toward the dark doorway and the remaining unlit bedroom.

With a gasp, I came awake, flailed for the light switch and turned it on. Drawing ragged breaths, I sat up and looked down the hall. Everything was as it should be, the light burning, no signs of anything disturbed. I got out of bed and turned on the other bedroom light, and everything was okay. Relieved, I got back into bed, and settled back to sleep. As I was drifting off, I heard faint sounds again from that same bedroom.

I dozed fitfully the rest of the night with all the lights on.




Tara’s Blog: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5286654.Tara_Fox_Hall/blog

Tara’s Facebook Page:


Twitter: @TerrorFoxHall

The Lonely

The Lonely
Submitted by Megan Gulliver
Kutztown, PA

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When I was 19, I decided to stop commuting to Temple University and go to Kutztown University, where I could live on campus and embrace independence. I was paired with a roommate whom I didn’t know, but we got along very well. However, this roommate left every weekend to go home to work, so I was left on my own every weekend. I wasn’t afraid of being on my own, but I didn’t like it, either. I suffer from major depression and I hadn’t ever been left in a room by myself for more than a few hours at a time. With my longtime boyfriend-at-the-time back at home, things got lonely. I ended up using the days spent alone to embrace my inner insomniac, but that seemed to make my depression worse.

Whenever I would get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, I would always see a black flicker in front of the laundry room. This would only occur from the hours of midnight and six a.m. I assumed it was my imagination or the way the light cast itself along the dorm hallways. But one night, when I was at my loneliest, I got the feeling I wasn’t alone. At first I was a little freaked out, because no one likes the feeling of eyes on them when there’s no one there. But it felt like my own loneliness was wandering into the hallway and receiving someone else’s loneliness in return. I stepped into the hallway to see if anyone was there, because almost everyone went home that weekend. I saw the quick flicker in front of the laundry room, which was across the hall from my room. Any other time I would have thought I was crazy, but this time I was sure – there was something out there, and it was as lonely as I was.

I whispered into the hallway before even realizing I had opened my mouth, “You can come in.” I immediately stood horrified at what I had just done, but not regretting it. Something about this occurrence felt normal. I hovered in the doorway for half a minute, then went back into my room, leaving the door open. After an hour, I had almost forgotten the encounter all together until I saw a black flicker on my roommate’s bed. It was out of the corner of my eye, but it was in the shape of a human sitting on the bed, like someone was watching t.v. with me. I no longer felt loneliness surrounding me, from either myself or whatever was outside my door. Instead of feeling freaked out, I felt safe, and I continued watching t.v. until I eventually drifted to sleep.

I had almost forgotten about my lonesome companion when I moved back into my dorm for the second semester. Nothing out of the ordinary happened in the first few weeks. About a month in, I was walking back from the girl’s bathroom when a thought seemed to rail through my head at full force. All I heard was the name “Michael,” and the thought rushed into my head right outside of the laundry room. The memories of last semester came flooding back to me, and I immediately rushed into my dorm room (leaving the door open) and started Googling students whom had passed away while attending Kutztown University. I couldn’t find anyone by the name of Michael, and just as I was about to give up, I narrowed my search. “Kutztown University death Michael.” Bam, there he was. He was riding his motorcycle only a year earlier when he got hit by a car and died. Students loved him, he was widely known around campus, and he hated being alone. I was relieved to have a name to my new companion, even if the thought of befriending a ghost made me feel like a madwoman. Michael. (Picture attached to e-mail, he’s the man standing on the left.)

I had broken up with my high school boyfriend halfway through the previous semester and had started dating someone new in the beginning of the second semester. For privacy’s sake, we’ll call him Jose.

Further on through the semester, things between Jose and myself got heated. One night, we were arguing fiercely as we walked back from the dining hall to my dorm. I had decided to let him come in, even though I wanted him to go back to his own dorm. Jose was still laying into me as we got to my door. I unlocked the door, opened it, and when I stepped inside, the door swung shut behind me. Jose caught the door and started yelling at me, saying I slammed the door in his face. I ran over to the window and shut it, thinking that the door slammed because of a wind tunnel effect. Schuylkill Hall was notorious for doors slamming shut if you left your window open. As I told him I didn’t touch the door, the door slammed shut again, even with the window closed. The only thing I could think was that my new ghostly friend didn’t exactly care for my new boyfriend, but I decided not to tell Jose out of fear of sounding like a madwoman. So I told Jose that the doors in my dorm slammed shut on their own a lot, and we continued to fight.

It was rare for Michael to leave from outside of my hallway, but there were other occurrences in the basement. I can’t be sure the basement occurrences were Michael, because these seemed more hostile. One night, Jose and I were playing billiards. As I went to hit the cue ball, I saw a black shadow out of the corner of my eye. I say shadow instead of flicker, because the feeling was different than when I would see Michael. As I hit the cue ball, the ball went flying and almost hit Jose in the stomach. He managed to dodge the ball and told me to calm down. Later on, Jose went to hit the cue ball and I saw the black shadow again. I told Jose to hold on, and I moved to the other side of the pool table. Jose resumed his shot, and the ball went flying where I had been previously standing. If I hadn’t moved, I could have been seriously injured. I told Jose I was done for the night, too freaked out that Michael would do something like that, and thought about the possibility that there might be more than one ghost roaming Schuylkill Hall.

Things like this happened a lot for the rest of the semester. If I ever felt alone or depressed, I would leave my door open and I would see the black flicker outside of my door by the laundry room. If I went down into the basement, I would watch weird occurrences happen if residents were playing billiards or ping pong. Michael only ever came into my room once or twice, and I still doubt he ever went into the basement.

The day I moved out, I was emerged in depression. I could sense it wasn’t entirely my own. I think Michael was sad to have someone believe in him and then leave him alone for who knows how long. My only hope is that someone is as open-minded as myself and keeps him company. But I also worry about his safety, because I have the feeling that there was something much worse in that dorm. I doubt I’ll ever find out the truth, since I’m no longer a student of KU and no longer have access to that dorm.



Fox Dunham & Phil Thomas bring you episode 14 of What Are You Afraid Of? Horror & Paranormal Podcast. The authors continue to explore the darkness, building an archive of entertainment and experience in both the paranormal and artist community.

Sponsored by Perpetual Motion Machine Publishing.



On this installment, they begin with a true ghost story sent by recent musical contributor, DJ Dead Zone or Jason from Manchester, England. The Grey Man is a story about a terrifying paranormal experience that happened to Jason when he was a lad told for the first time to the podcast. And Jason is sure the Grey Man will return for him one day. The true ghost story is beautifully recorded by our British folksinger, David Walton.

Follow DJ Dead Zone on Twitter at: @newo394r

Phil & Fox share a few more true ghost experiences from Gettysburg, Cape May and even tell the story of Phil’s extra-dimensional car. Fox shares his knowledge on clearing negative energy using herbs and magick. We also give a shout-out to some of the major female horror contributors to the field including Lisa Morton, President of the Horror Writers Association and Ellen Datlow, the best anthologist in dark fiction.

We complete our interview with famed ghost story collector Charles Adams III, known for such anthologies as Ghosts of Cape May, Ghosts of Gettysburg and many more volumes from 30 years of tales he collected. We are thrilled to have this immense talent on the show and one of the creators of the paranormal sector. Thank you Charlie. Our admiration to you.

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Fox closes the show as one of the last of the Dark Five in preparation for the first of our live author’s series. Let the Dark Ones Rises, recorded and hosted by T. Fox Dunham at the KGB Bar & Club in the East Village of New York City, will premier in September featuring John Foster, Shawn Macomber, Daniel Braum and J. Anthony Stone reading works from Grey Matter Press, editors Anthony Rivera and Sharon Lawson.

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As the last of the Dark Five, not to be confused with the Final Five, Fox reads from his new horror novel, Mercy, out from Blood Bound Books from a live reading in Philadelphia. Shawn Macomber, who reviewed the book for FANGORIA, interviews Fox about his writing and life, talking about surviving cancer, enduring life with the disease and writing to free his soul.


Mercy at Amazon

We close the show with a song from one of our new musical partners, Mystary & Mystary Records, creators of ambient horror music. We use music from their album 2706 in this episode for the true ghost story and at the end of the show. More information can be found here, and the album is available on iTunes & GooglePlay.

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/officialhauntedhouses

We also use sound effects from from Free SFX. http://www.freesfx.co.uk.

It was a remarkable show again rife with great talents, and we have so much amazing material yet to come including interviews and material from some major players in the paranormal and writing community, on-site investigations of such places as Satansville & the Cult House, plus new special episodes of our author reading series.


Play Episode 15: Summer Ghosts


On their July #podcast, Phil & Fox bring you a new true ghost story from New Hope, PA, an excerpt from Bob Pastorella’s new bizarre-southern noir novel MOJO RISING, an interview with #medium Jamal Brown and . . . the zombies are back!

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The Spinning Ghost of Pineapple Inn

Their new and original true #ghost story is from local author & Bram Stoker’s winner, PD NEW HOPE PACacek. This is the first of several from the talented horror author, written about a beloved and bucolic town in #Pennsylvania, New Hope—an artist’s town on the #Delaware River. Fox knows the town well, going there often while growing up, visiting the many shops and Inns. Where there’s history, there’s #ghosts. It is considered America’s most haunted town and is even featured in a documentary—link below. PD is featured on the show. PD’s first ghost story is called The Spinning Ghost of the Pineapple Inn. Below is the full story also featuring PD’s experience as a horror author and the prologue explaining her love of New Hope, PA. The complete audio story can also be found at Soundcloud, read by Patricia Thomas (Phil’s Mom!) Thanks Patricia!




The winner of both a Bram Stoker and World Fantasy Award, P.D. Cacek has written over a hundred short stories, six plays, and five published novels. Her latest THE SELKIE, is currently available on Amzon.com.  (And the story behind its creation will be coming soon…) A native Westerner, Cacek now lives Phoenixville, PA…home of BLOBFEST, and only a short walk away from The Colonial Theater where the famous “Run Screaming From Theater” scene was filmed. When not writing, she can often been found either with a group of costumed storytellers called THE PATIENT CREATURES (www.creatureseast.com), or haunting local cemeteries looking for inspiration.

PD Cacek has become a member of the haunted family at What Are You Afraid Of? Podcast, and she has already contributed much. More stories are coming in the future from this talented horror author. She was also featured on the ghost & paranormal documentary America’s Most Haunted Town from Luminence Films.


“I don’t see dead people, but sometimes, it seems, I become them.”

The background song behind the ghost story is 2706 from Mystary & Mystary Records.

More information can be found here, and the album is available on iTunes & GooglePlay. MYSTARY RECORDS ON FACEBOOK


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Phil Thomas and T. Fox Dunham engage in their usual banter. They did a Facebook poll, asking fans what they’d want written on their gravestones. They got some surprising results which they feature on the show. They also talk about writing, the summer and the new RINGTONE based on the show’s theme song.

“HERE! Hold my BEER!”


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Fox interviews psychic and medium crusader, Jamal Brown, creator of the Facebook group, Psychic Research. Jamal is a counselor to those with spiritual problems and those with fear about death. He talks about his out-of-body-exerience while in a coma.

Scripture from Jamal:

Proverbs 9:10

The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom, and knowledge of the Holy One is understanding.

Follow Jamal on Twitter: @godsarmy88


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Horror author & reporter of the south Bob Pastorella reads an excerpt from chapter 3 of his new novel from Perpetual Motion Machine Publishing titled MOJO RISING!



A new drug called Mojo is tearing through Southeast Texas, directly competing with Juney’s own product. What starts as a minor annoyance quickly spirals into something much more serious once Juney discovers his cook murdered and his brother mysteriously missing, the Mojo trademark left at the crime scene. Mojo Rising is a strange trip through a world of thugs and junkies, hallucinations and apocalypses. Some doors you walk through, you can’t come back in.

“If you’re looking for a pulpy fast-paced southern-fried sleazed-out hard-boiled blast of bad drugs and weird crime, Mojo Rising’s got you covered in spades. Just go easy on the Mojo, alright? You open up the doors of perception, you never know who (or what) might break on through.” — Jeremy Robert Johnson, author of Skullcrack City

Mojo Rising is a surreal, violent, Southern gothic addiction, set to a soundtrack by The Doors, luring you out into a rippling darkness from which you may not ever return.” — Richard Thomas, author of Disintegration and Breaker

Bob Pastorella:

Author of the Zombie/Western short story, ‘To Watch Is Madness’, featured in BOB PWarmed And Bound, a Velvet Anthology, the Booked. Anthology, In Search of a City: Los Angeles in 1000 Words, and numerous other publications online and in print. Bob is a columnist and reviewer for This Is Horror, previously a columnist for Revolt Daily and ManArchy Magazine. He lives in Southeast Texas. 

The song used in the background of Mojo Rising is open-licensed, podcast-safe music. The song is from the group Natural Snow Buildings. “You’ll Become What You Fear the Most” From the album, “The Night Country”.

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And finally, those wacky #zombies return for the SUMMER ZOMBIES! Come hear those undeaders at play in July in this humorous sketch. They frolic and eat spleens.

FUN-COMPOSE this summer!



T. Fox Dunham hosting the podcast live reading event in Philly.

And thank you to James Chambers, Swaney Hatton, Robert Dunbar, John Foster, Lisa Mannetti and Phil Thomas for joining the podcast in Philadelphia for the second of their live reading events, hosted by T. Fox Dunham. This will be released as a special podcast, following their recorded live event in NYC at the KGB Club coming quite soon.


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John Foster, Robert Dunbar, Swaney Hatton, Lisa Mannetti, James Chambers & T. Fox Dunham

They had a fantastic audience and are planning another live author event in Philadelphia on September 10th. The reader list is still being determined. If you’d like to be a reader at one of their live author events, artist or musician, please send the show an email at the below address.


Philly needs more literary events, and they’re just getting started bring the art back to this great temple So let’s re-animate the artist heart of this city!

Event program

The show has some exciting things scheduled for the future including more live events in Philadelphia, folklore-collecting trips and new material, interviews and stories. They will also be releasing t-shirts for on-demand order.

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Need your true ghost stories. Email them to whatareyouafraidof117@gmail.com.

They also use sound effects from from Free SFX. http://www.freesfx.co.uk.

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This will be about the spinning ghost at the Pineapple Hill Inn B&B (eventually), but I actually have to start a year earlier…

I was in Philadelphia for a writing convention when a friend asked if I’d like to visit someplace called New Hope. He said it was a quaint, “artsy” town on the Delaware and thought I’d enjoy it.

I said I would love to…and so begins the adventure.

New Hope was quaint and, at the time (this would be in the late 90s, before Dunkin Donuts and the Mondo Condos moved in), very much an “artsy” type of town—but there was something else about it…for some reason it felt like home. Now, I’d never been to Pennsylvania before, none of my family had lived in Pennsylvania (that I know of) but from the moment I got out of the car I felt like I’d lived in New Hope my entire life.

My friend was taken somewhat aback when, instead of having him show me the points of interest, I showed him. He even accused me of lying to him about having never been there before because obviously I knew the place. We were crossing South Main Street at the time and I was just about to tell him I had never been then when I suddenly stopped moving. In the middle of the street. I didn’t hear the squeal of brakes or the blare of car horns and I don’t think I knew I realized I was holding up traffic until my friend grabbed my arm and hauled me onto the sidewalk.

He asked me what the hell happened and I told him I’d just thought of the plot for a novel set in New Hope—beginning, middle, end, with character names and, here’s the twist, I told him, ghost stories because my New Hope…the one I had just thought up in my mind (I thought) was haunted.

That’s when he again accused me of pulling his leg about having never been there before because, he told me, New Hope was haunted.


Yes he was, and he even showed me a couple of books in Farley’s Bookshop: Ghosts in the Valley and More Ghosts in the Valley, by Adi-Kent Thomas Jeffrey.

Now, I love ghost stories and stories about real hauntings, but for some reason (that I figured out later) I didn’t buy either book. I would, later, but that part’s still to come.

Now, back to my novel idea….

For the rest of the afternoon I couldn’t get the plot out of my head, the only trouble was that I felt I needed to be in New Hope in order to write it, and that was going to be a problem.  I lived in Colorado, my sons were still in school and, most importantly, I had very limited funds. There was no way I could afford to live in New Hope at that moment in time, but it didn’t stop me from writing down plot points and stories about the “ghosts” that haunted my New Hope.  But those notes and stories were the only things I could write…the novel just sat in the back of my mind waiting.

I thought it would have to wait forever, just one more book that never gets written, but then things happened.

A story of mine was up for a World Fantasy Award and while at another convention (this time in Rhode Island) a man (tall, good looking, wearing white shorts and a white shirt…ghost-like) suddenly appeared and asked if I was going to attend that year’s World Fantasy Convention. (It wasn’t until later that I discovered he was one of the judges. My story won, by the way.)  I told him I was going to attend and we small talked for another few minutes and then he asked what my next writing project was.

Usually, I would give a very brief description of whatever story I happen to be working on at that moment, but this time I told the man in white about the novel I wanted to write that would be set in New Hope, Pennsylvania.

The man said “Oh, I know New Hope, my brother owns a house there that has a basement apartment. I’ll tell him about you.”

I thought he was just being nice and put the whole thing out of my mind until, a months later, the man in white (who I came to know as Peter Schneider) called and said “Great news, my brother’s tenant died and you can have the apartment for a couple of months.”


I still honestly don’t know how, but I packed up my computer, some furniture, clothes and headed for New Hope where I spent the next seven months writing the novel that almost got me killed on Main Street. The novel still sits next to my desk, waiting, after all these years for a final edit…but I think it was just a catalyst.  One of the first things I did when I got into town was go to Farley’s and by those two books. I also took the Ghost Tour and discovered that the stories I’d written in Colorado for my novel…where very similar to the ones I’d read in the book and heard on the tour.

I really can’t explain that any more than I can about why I feel so much at home there.

I just think New Hope sometimes has that effect on people.

Okay, that’s the backstory…. prolog

I was home in Colorado when I got a call from a man named Robb Child who told me he was going to make a documentary on New Hope (America’s Most Haunted Town, Luminence Films, 2001) and, after having read some of my accounts of “ghostly encounters” in the New Hope on-line blog, asked if I’d be interested in being part of it.

Of course that meant I’d have to move back to New Hope for a month or so…

I told him I’d love to do it, but didn’t know if it would be possible. The home situation hadn’t changed plus, I knew the apartment I’d rented before had new tenants. I said I’d think about it and get back to him. It wasn’t a week later that Peter Schneider’s brother, Chris, called to let me know the apartment was vacant and would be for a month or so and asked if I had any plans on coming back to New Hope.


I’m not saying there was anything supernatural about this turn of events, but the timing was pretty remarkable bit, don’t you think?

And there I was back in New Hope, about to participate in a documentary about its ghosts and having more fun that I thought was humanly possible. So when Robb asked if I’d be willing to spend a night at a haunted Inn I jumped at the chance.

The Pineapple Hill Inn B&B is a few miles south of New Hope, and has its share of ghosts. I didn’t know it was haunted, but I had seen the Inn a number of times on my trips up and down River Road and each time I passed, I slowed down and stared up at the small window on the third floor just beneath the peak of the roof. I don’t know why…or at least I didn’t until Robb told me that was the room I’d be spending the night in—the room haunted by the sounds of a spinning wheel.

Well, it wasn’t a headless monk or the Kissing Bandit (who haunts the halls and the room directly beneath the one I was in and who occasionally wakes ladies with a kiss on the cheek), but it was the room I seemed to be drawn to so that had to count for something.

That night when we arrived, as in all the best gothic ghost stories, it was dark and stormy; and after taking a tour, where I found out I’d be the only guest in the original front section of the Inn, we shot a little footage for the documentary in the Kissing Bandit’s room. While filming we all heard someone walk up the hall and stop at the room’s door. Of course there was no one there when I opened the door, but we did capture the sound on the video.

After filming, Robb left, the Innkeepers retired to their house on the other side of the Inn’s back patio and I, alone, went up the long, narrow back stairs (the original servants’ stairs) to my room.

Was I scared? No, I wasn’t…however, before retiring I did open my door and, looking down the long dark staircase, asked that no one—Kissing Bandit or not—come calling. I’m not sure what I would have done if I’d heard someone coming upstairs that night…

I’ve seen recent pictures of the room on the Inn’s website and the new Innkeepers have done it proud. It’s gorgeous, not that it wasn’t when I stayed there, but it is changed. Now there are two bedrooms with the bath/dressing room in between. When I was there it was a one bedroom, which you entered from the stairs, and a cozy living/TV room you entered through the dressing area.

After shutting (and yes, locking) the door, I set down my overnight bag and, with the rain beating against the roof overhead, I walked over to the window I’d only seen from the road and stood looking out of it was a few minutes.

Since I wasn’t particularly sleepy I decided to watch a little TV before retiring.

There was a spinning wheel in the room for décor, but it obviously was not the original (or even an antique). Robb had given a video camera and audio recorder (this was back before much of the really neat Paranormal Investigation equipment was readily available), which I was to set up before going to bed, so I put them on the coffee table facing the imposter spinning wheel (in case something happened while I was awake I’d be able to reach over and turn both on) then settled back on the sofa.

While some gangster movie provided background noise, I was putting down some ideas for a story in a notepad (the old-fashioned paper kind) when I suddenly couldn’t breathe. Not only could I not catch my breath but my heart was racing and my face was literally dripping with sweat…but as strange as this may sound, I was absolutely calm. It was almost as if I was just watching what was happening and not a part of it.

I even made a note of that—“Very strange. Can’t breathe. Not scared.”—as well as the time, about 11:45, then just sat there, scribbling about what I was experiencing until, some ten or fifteen minutes later, as suddenly as it had started it stopped and it was as if nothing had happened. My breathing was normal, my heart no longer felt like it was trying to pound its way out of my chest and my face and forehead were dry to the touch.

“What the heck just happened?”

I waited to see if it (whatever it had been) would happen again, but it didn’t. It was almost an hour later when I turned off the TV, turned on the camera and recorder and went to bed.

Now, let’s be honest…given where I was and what had just happened to me, you’d think I’d be a tad nervous about shutting my eyes, let alone going to sleep, wouldn’t you? But that wasn’t the case at all. With the sound of rain hitting the roof and window…but not anything that sounded like a spinning wheel…I fell asleep almost immediately.

Sometime later, I woke in the dark to what sounded very much like the whirr of a spinning wheel. I would have gotten up and tiptoed into the living room to see what was going on but I couldn’t move.

And no, I wasn’t dreaming. I was wide and lying flat on my back. My left arm bent at the elbow, left hand curled under my chin, and right arm was straight at my side and my entire body felt numb. I couldn’t so much as wiggle my toes or turn my head to see the time on the bedside clock. And while I should have been terrified, I wasn’t. As with the previous “incident” in the TV room, I was absolutely calm

I just lay there, staring up into the dark and listening to the whirring sound that had awakened me. Considering there was nothing much else I could do at the moment, I tried to think of a rational explanation for the sound and finally decided it was the sound of the room’s forced air heater kicking on.

I wasn’t surprised that people had mistaken that for the sound of a “haunted spinning wheel.” When you’re staying the night in a room and know it’s supposed to be haunted, you will naturally assume any sound that’s out of the ordinary will be the sound you expect to hear.

Case closed. Mystery solved.


I fell back to sleep but later woke again to the whirring sound which. This time, however, the sound seemed louder, as though the spinning wheel was at the foot of the bed. And, once again, I could only lay there and listen—in the same position I’d been when I woke the first time, my body numb.

But I was still sure about what I was hearing.

“Yeah,” I said out loud, “it’s the heater.”

And fell asleep.

The third time I woke up (same position, etc. etc.) the whirring sound was LOUD, so loud in fact, that I yelled “Okay, okay, I hear you!”

And back to sleep I went.

The next morning I woke up to a bright day, curled up on my left side and got out of bed just as the room’s heater come on. It wasn’t the same sound I’d heard the night before.

Oops. Naturally, I had to apologize.

“I’m sorry,” I said to the empty room, “I made a mistake. I did hear you.”

After making amends, I checked the video camera and recorder in the living room. The video showed the spinning wheel hadn’t move all night and the only sound you hear on the recorder is me saying “Okay, okay, I hear you”  and my apology but not the whirring sound.

After I dressed and packed, I picked up the room’s “Guess Comments” book from the mantelpiece above the room’s gas fireplace and flipped through the pages while I waited for Robb to come and collect me.  Besides glowing reports on the Inn and food, a number of guests commented that occasionally the air in the TV room suddenly seemed to get “stuffy” and “thick” around midnight, others wrote  only on the beauty and peacefulness of the room…but almost all of them wrote of hearing “a soft whirring sound” in the night.

None of the comments mentioned that the sound got louder and seemingly closer, but I think that was only for my benefit since I’d try to dismiss it.

When Robb arrived I told him what happened and, while making our way down the backstairs, was just coming to the part about feeling as if I couldn’t breathe when I reached out and grabbed the newel post on the first landing. The moment my hand touched it was an instant replay of the previous night: I couldn’t breathe, my heart began racing and I must have looked like I was going to pass out because Robb asked if I was okay.

As I was gasping for breath, I told him this was exactly what I’d experience the night before and stepped back to lean against the wall. The moment I took my hand off the newel post, however, I was fine—my breathing returned to normal and my heart stopped racing. It was literally as if someone had thrown a switch. I touched the newel post again and immediately began gasping.  I let go and I was fine.

So what happened?  Here’s what I think:

The woman who occupied the room originally was a servant and spinner who suffered from consumption (tuberculosis). Besides spinning, she may have also been a maid or serving girl (I had the feeling she was young) who would have naturally used the back stairs. The stairs are steep and for someone whose breathing was already compromised, she’d probably have to stop and catch her breath on the landing (and hold onto the newel post to steady herself). The spinner died in her room, in her bed…perhaps flat on her back with her right arm at her side and her left crooked at the elbow with her hand tucked under her chin.

Can I prove any of this?


Did I really hear what might have been a spinning wheel?

I heard something.

Do I think the room is haunted?


Is it possible that I only imagined experiencing the physical manifestations?

Perhaps, but this sort of thing has happened to me before.

I don’t see dead people, usually, but sometimes it seems I become them.