The Shadow Hour

Tonight‘s tale is personal for Evelyn Hart. Her longtime childhood friend is framed for murder. Will Evelyn be able to prove his innocence?

Another mystery from the case files of Evelyn Hart,….The woman with the unusual laugh. Evelyn overhears a phone call conversation in the public bathroom discussing a plan of murder.

Tonight’s Tale is one hidden beneath the dust of forgotten kingdoms….buried beneath the ashes of villages that history claim were consumed by the plague. The monks recorded disease. The kings ordered fires,the priest prayed for mercy, but what if they burned the wrong.

Tonight we open another fascinating page from the case files of Evelyn Hart. Tonight‘s mystery is called the vanishing violin.

In the summer of 1978 four lifelong friends go camping and experience, something that they would never forget. A mythical creature that lives beyond the Pines..

From the case files of Evelyn Hart comes another mystery the clock maker secret

Tonight’s Tale is not about a monster hiding under your bed It’s about the one hiding inside you.

Tonight’s Tale comes from a fear many of us knew as children… The fear of waking up in the middle of the night and seeing something standing at the end of the hall.

Join me as we dive into another case study of Evelyn Hart.

Tonight we step in the fog, choked streets of Victoria, London. Gas lamps flicker against the darkness the smell of poverty, disease, and desperation hang in the air….. Somewhere in the shadows a killer awaits.

Some say trains carry passengers, others say they can memories, but there is one train… A train that carries the dead.

Frankenstein and his bride live happily and peaceful once and for all.

A sweet ,strange and a little weird tale tonight . We visit a graveyard scene where love bloom bright,beneath Moonbeams. A girl named Lisa, lonely, and blue, found a most unusual beau to woo….not a prince in shining armor so bright but a handsome corpse by the pale Moonlight. (inspired by the movie Lisa Frankenstein.)

This is the tale of a child born beneath a mysterious veil a child destined to see what others cannot.

Tonight, my dark queens and dark kings summer has arrived. The air hangs heavy and hot, cricket singing in the tall grass fireflies drift through the twilight, like tiny lanterns. The sun burns the Earth, until even even the trees seemed to sigh with exhausting. A quiet pond hidden beneath twisted Cypress trees, and curtains of hanging moss a place where the water is always cold. The locals have a...

The soul snatcher it wants the little light that shines inside you. This is a story whispered about children who survived the night it came came calling..

Tonight’s Tale comes from a forgotten town hidden deep within the black pine woods, a place for children whisper a warning to one another, after sunset a warning about a creature known only as the creeper.

Gather close to the flickering candlelight and listen as the shadows stretch across the walls.. pull your blankets tight… pour yourself something warm and comforting and join me beneath the harvest moon. I am your host Madam Midnight…your storyteller of strange tales ,Haunted legends, forgotten dreams, and things that stir on the edge of the lanterns glow, This is for you, my precious Darklings.

Tonight we Journey deep into rural Georgia, to a quiet home, where a little girl claimed to speak to the dead. What started as harmless childhood imagination soon became a waking nightmare involving apparitions, unexplained, scratches, shadow figures, and terrified eyewitness accounts from neighbors, investigators, and even law-enforcement..

Tonight on the shadow hour…We enter the stone cold corridors of Blackthorne Asylum, a place where the world locked away the insane and were one man discovered something far more terrifying.

Tonight’s story is inspired by decades of conspiracy theories….disturbing celebrity…confessions, mysterious, death, secretive, elite parties, and the dark rumors whispered about what truly happens behind mansion doors once the cameras stopped rolling.

Tonight’s story is inspired about countless eyewitness accounts of a creature many call Bigfoot …Sasquatch,…the wild man of the woods, but what happens when a simple family camping trip turns into a desperate fight for survival?

Tonight we journey deep into the fog covered hills of northeast Georgia …to a small railroad town where the tracks never truly sleep a town, where Phantom footsteps echo across the rusted trestles where ghostly figures appear beneath the glow of moonlight, and we locals whisper at some spirits, still wonder the railroad searching for something they lost long ago this is …..Lula Georgia

Tonight‘s Tale is not one of simple mystery …but if something older, something patient , something waiting just be on the veil of the reason this is …The whispering key

Tonight story comes from my lonely stretch of road hidden deep in the countryside….a road locals refuse to drive after midnight. They say if your headlights catch a young girl, wondering alone don’t stop for her..