Johnny Dollar jumps from one disaster to another in Out of the Fire and Into the Frying Pan, dodging double-crosses and danger. In The Search for Michelle Marsh, he hunts for a missing woman tangled in lies and deception. Expense accounts rise, bullets fly—just another day for America’s favourite insurance investigator!

Tonight, we step into the shoes of Johnny Dollar, the man with an expense account as reckless as his investigations! Two thrilling cases, two tangled webs of deception, and one smooth-talking insurance investigator trying to make sense of it all.

📌 Episode 1: Out of the Fire and Into the Frying Pan 🔥

📌 Episode 2: The Search for Michelle Marsh 🔎 (Severely damaged, did my UTMOST to repair that tape, keen to hear your thoughts / feedback on this one)

These classic episodes are packed with everything we love—quick wit, tough-talking dialogue, and just enough intrigue to keep you guessing. Will Johnny come out on top? Will his expense report survive another day? Will we ever figure out how insurance fraud gets this dramatic?

Stay tuned, stay sharp, and as always—a huge shoutout to my incredible Patrons for keeping this show alive and kicking! 🎩🎙️💰

This weekend we decided to go crabbing and caught over 20 crabs down at a local Estuary! Have any of you legends been crabbing? Would you ever go?

We went down with five of us in total and nabbed up these beauties:

I hope your weekend is just as bountiful!!! Thank you as always for supporting me in the way you do!!! You're all so amazingly wonderful!!

A researcher receives two eerie obsidian pendants, leading him to a forgotten town where something waits.

Some mysteries are best left unsolved. Some objects are best left untouched. And some places… should not be found.

This week on Stories Fables Ghostly Tales, we dive into The Obsidian Pendants—a story of eldritch horror, lost knowledge, and a researcher who should have definitely ignored his mail.

A scholar of cryptids and cults receives an anonymous letter, along with two obsidian pendants as dark as the void itself. The message? “They must be studied. They must be understood. And, above all, they must be destroyed.” No instructions. No sender. Just an urgent demand to act.

But the deeper he digs, the more the truth unravels. The pendants are no mere artifacts—they are prisons. The town of Juthala, a place erased from history, holds the key to their destruction. But Juthala is not abandoned. Not entirely. Shadows linger in doorways, whispers coil in the air, and something… is waiting.

Is knowledge worth the cost? What happens when curiosity opens a door that should have stayed shut?

Join me as we unravel The Obsidian Pendants—a slow descent into paranoia, ancient horror, and the realization that some things were never meant to be found.

 The story Continues....

The train carried him away from Juthala, but the weight of what he had done—or what he had failed to do—remained. The pendants were gone, their seal reforged, yet the silence left in their wake felt uneasy, as if something beneath the surface had merely shifted, not ended.

He returned home to a study that no longer felt like his own. The bookshelves loomed taller, the shadows stretched longer, and the pages of his tomes whispered their secrets with new urgency. The space between the lines felt wider, as if something unseen was trying to push through.

For days, he told himself it was over. That he had completed the task asked of him. That whatever Juthala had been, it was now sealed away.

And yet, the letter arrived.

It sat on his desk, identical to the first—same thick parchment, same coarse texture. No sender, no explanation. But unlike the last, this envelope was heavier. Something rested inside, pressing against the paper like a heartbeat.

With a measured breath, he reached forward, running a thumb over the wax seal. It was different this time—not the plain red mark of before, but a symbol.

A hand with six fingers.

The air in the room seemed to tighten, the weight of unseen things pressing against him. The scent of damp earth and old stone curled at the edge of his senses, a scent he had come to know far too well.

His fingers hesitated over the envelope, his mind whispering warnings that he had never once heeded.

Juthala had been a door.

This was another.

And someone, somewhere, was waiting for him to open it.....

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✨ New Audiobook Episode: "Until We Meet Again" ✨

🛑Trigger Warning - Terminal Illness, Death - Not for little👂's🛑

Dear Patrons / Friends,

Some connections run deeper than life itself. Some goodbyes aren’t truly final.

This week, I'm bringing you a deeply moving and eerie tale—one that blurs the lines between science, intuition, and the unknown. Until We Meet Again is a story of friendship, resilience, and the mysteries that surround our final moments.

A woman finds herself drawn into a bond unlike any other—one built on trust, shared passion, and an unspoken understanding of the world. But when illness darkens the horizon, something lingers just beyond the veil. Dreams, visions, and unexplainable moments begin to unfold, leading her to question whether death is truly the end… or if love finds a way to reach beyond.

This episode is for those who believe in the power of human connection and the whispers of the universe we sometimes choose to ignore. It’s a story that will stay with you long after the final words are spoken.

Thank you for your support as always you amazing legends! Your contributions help me continue sharing these haunting and heartfelt stories with the world, and utilize tools that add atmosphere and value. Vocals also created with my base voice plus AI overlay 💙 special content for special peeps - thank you for helping me push the envelope when it comes to each story.

Huge thank you to my supporter who sent through this story and I hope I did the narration justice mate. 💜💜💜💜 ** See attached the song 🎼

Alright, gumshoes, grab your fedoras and put on your best serious investigator face because tonight’s episode took us deep into the world of The FBI in Peace and War!

First, we unravelled the shady dealings of The Fence—where stolen goods were passed around like hot potatoes and the FBI had to play detective, debt collector, and part-time furniture mover. Then, we hit the road with The Traveling Man, a guy who thought he could outrun the long arm of the law just by changing zip codes. Spoiler: The FBI is really good at reading maps.

But why tell you what happened when I can tease you with the highlights? Feast your eyes on these 100% true (but slightly exaggerated , because it is in my Tale Teller blood to have fun...) FBI fun facts from tonight’s episode:

📌 The Fence:

📌 The Traveling Man:

So, did the FBI get their man? Did crime finally meet its match? Did someone dramatically say, "You’ll never take me alive, coppers!" before being taken alive, anyway? You’ll have to listen to find out!

As always, a massive shoutout to my incredible Patrons—you’re the real masterminds behind keeping this podcast running (and you don’t even have to flee across state lines to do it! Hahaha). Hit play legends, grab a cuppa tea, and prepare for some old-school crime drama goodness! 🎙️✨

Get ready to step into the fog-covered streets of a Victorian town that’s hiding more than its fair share of secrets. In this episode I'll be squaring out the legendary detective Sherlock and his trusted friend Watson—only this time, the mystery is far from ordinary.

In The Shadows of the Dead, a fortified town on the edge of survival becomes the stage for a sinister tale of infection, betrayal, and something far worse than your average zombie shuffle. Holmes’ sharp mind and Watson’s steady hand must untangle the threads of an insidious plot as the very soil beneath them begins to betray its secrets.

What caused the infection? Who is behind the creeping horror? And can logic triumph when the dead rise from their graves? This episode ramps up the chills, the deductions, and the fog-soaked atmosphere as we dive into a Victorian zombie mystery like no other.

So, grab a strong cup of tea, light your lantern, and prepare to unravel the eerie enigma of The Shadows of the Dead. Thank you, dear Patrons, for making this tale possible—your support keeps the undead at bay (and keeps the tea flowing)!

Epilogue: The Next Puzzle

As the gates of Kingsbridge closed behind them, Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson walked in silence, their footsteps crunching softly against the frost-covered ground. The faint light of dawn stretched long shadows across the desolate landscape, and the air was sharp with the scent of ash and decay.

Watson adjusted the strap of his rifle, his mind heavy with the events they were leaving behind. Kingsbridge was safe—for now. But the infection, the jars, and the shadowy figure who had orchestrated it all were far from resolved.

Holmes walked briskly, his coat whipping in the cold breeze. His sharp gaze was fixed on the horizon, though his mind was far ahead, already dissecting the next move. The stranger who had planted the seeds of infection had left a trail, and Holmes had every intention of following it. A scrap of parchment found in the ruins of the well pointed toward a forgotten manor on the edge of the fens—a place whispered about in riddles by those who had dared to speak of it.

Watson broke the silence, his voice a low murmur. “Do you think it will be as bad as Kingsbridge?”

Holmes’ reply was curt but tinged with intrigue. “Worse, Watson. Far worse. Which is precisely why we must go.”

The manor awaited them, shrouded in mystery and the promise of new horrors. For Holmes, it was not a destination but a puzzle—one that would demand all the cunning and resolve they had left. And for Watson, it was another step into the unknown, where his loyalty would once again be tested.

Together, they vanished into the mist, their figures fading as the sun rose higher, casting light on a world still teetering between life and death.

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