Let’s go back in time and join MJ and Barnaby just after Christmas, as they tell an old ghost story during a midnight stroll in London, England. The tale of Smee by A. M. Burrage is the story of a festive game that takes an unexpected and frightful turn for the worst.

Promo from Reverie True Crime

FX and music by Freesound.org

MJ and the gang explore the rich and sometimes unsettling folklore of Japan. Will they find the Captain’s monster within the pages of these dark tales?

Promo from Hush Hush Society

Music and FX by free sound.org

Barnaby the cat is feeling festive and MJ decks the halls the Arcane way, by resurrecting the old Christmas tradition of telling ghost stories. Join the gang and get in the Christmas spirit with two classic tales of hauntings!

The holiday season is a time of family, the spirit of giving, and cheer. But it’s also filled with it’s share of ghosts and ghouls. This is the darker side of Christmas... FX by freesound.org and Promo from Oklahomacide

Back at Arcane, a dark secret is discovered which leads to stories of the world’s most terrifying and haunting asylums. With Guest Narrator Edward October from Octoberpod and FX from Freesounds.org

Ghosts can be found anywhere you look. The ocean is no exception to this rule. Stories of phantom ships and seafaring spirits are as dark and mysterious as the waters depths. These tales float their way through our history, refusing to stay silent beneath the waves where they now rest. FX by Freesound.org

Join MJ and Barnaby as they read short stories and poetry by Edgar Allan Poe. FX from freesound.org

Stories of curses can be found throughout history and all over the world. But are they merely fiction or is there a grain of truth hidden in these tales? FX by Freesound.org and Kp2494

Home is where the heart is but it just might be where the HAUNT is as well! The U.S is home to more than it's fair share of haunted houses and these residents from beyond the grave aren't going anywhere...

The human race is no stranger to hauntings. But what happens when something we create out of comfort becomes an object of torment? What if the dolls we hold so dear, become a vessel for the unknown?