Stories Fables Ghostly Tales

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I've returned from a brief and cursed little illness—likely the result of reading too many forbidden tomes while being under-caffeinated...and sneezed upon. But fear not, for I emerge from the shadows once more…slightly coughy, and I bring with me a jam-packed tale that stretches its wings into the deepest dark of Dry Hollow.

Chapters 7 to 11 are now fully formed like flaky shadows in the night that stitched themselves together like an elegant monstrosity—each more perilous, peculiar, and profound than the last. Without spoiling a drop of the delicious dread, here’s what you can expect in this new multi-chapter arc:

🩸 Ancient powers awaken beneath the earth.

This episode is absolutely bursting with dark atmosphere, bizarre townsfolk, cursed contracts, and yes—Jeffrey being Jeffrey in the most… alarming ways - MAX Jeffrey mode activated.

Thank you all for your patience while I reattached my spectral vocal cords. Your kindness and continued support mean the absolute world to me. This story, this community, and these strange, hilarious, haunting chapters wouldn't be what they are without you.

Now light your candle. Press play. And descend with me once more.

Huge thank you to you MATTO STAR 🤩🤩🤩🤩 for your wonderful support and the core concept!!! Absolute legend!!!

Welcome, night dwellers and lovers of the macabre! If you crave the perfect mix of gothic horror, dark comedy, and a little bit of chaotic disaster energy, then Fangs for the Memories is the tale for you.

CAST/CHARACTERS:

Dr Johnathan Fables

Jeffery Stories

Paranormal Investigator: Brian [Tale Teller]

Sheriff

Deputy

Mrs Callahan: Agatha [Tale Teller]

Set in the eerie town of Dry Hollow, Pennsylvania, this story follows an irresistibly charming yet cursed vampire and his loyal but slightly unhinged companion as they navigate a town full of secrets, suspicious locals, and supernatural dangers lurking beneath the surface.

With each chapter, we sink deeper into mystery, madness, and misadventure—so here’s what you can expect (without giving too much away 😉):

🔹 Chapter 1: The Doctor and the Devoted – Who are our not-so-heroic heroes? Meet the cursed Dr. Johnathan Fables and his fiercely loyal assistant, Jeffrey Stories, as they arrive in Dry Hollow with their own dark agenda.

🔹 Chapter 2: Welcome to Dry Hollow – A small town with a big problem. The townsfolk aren’t as oblivious as they seem, and something about this place feels… off.

🔹 Chapter 3: Fangs, Fumbles, and Fatalities – A perfectly simple plan goes horribly, hilariously wrong. Let’s just say… subtlety is not Jeffrey’s strong suit.

🔹 Chapter 4: Old Blood and Bad Decisions – The town grows suspicious, an unexpected visitor arrives, and a buried secret begins to stir. Our duo may have just stepped into something far bigger than they anticipated.

🔹 Chapter 5: The Past Rises – A long-lost name resurfaces. A legend awakens. And suddenly, Dr. Fables is no longer the biggest threat in Dry Hollow…

Expect dark humor, eerie twists, and a little bit of ridiculousness along the way. If you love stories that blend classic gothic horror with the comedic chaos of the 1970s and 80s, then buckle up—this is going to be a wild ride.

OUTRO SPECIAL: Custom song created just for this episode "Fang For the Memories"!

🔮 Patrons, your support fuels these tales of terror and hilarity!  And a MASSIVE thank you to MATTO STAR!!!

💀🦇 Let the misadventure begin! 🦇💀

Also a HUUUUGE thank you for 1M listens mates!

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CONCEPT ART - WORLD

CONCEPT ART - Jeffery

Concept Art - Dr Fables:

Dr. Fables is every bit the classic vampire of gothic legend—only grumpier. Cursed centuries ago, he has since perfected the art of looking brooding, mysterious, and vaguely annoyed at all times. Bald, strikingly handsome, and always clad in a flawless black coat, he exudes an aura of both refinement and menace—until Jeffrey ruins the moment.

His piercing dark eyes are a weapon of their own, capable of hypnotizing victims or delivering soul-crushing glares at his incompetent assistant. His movements are fluid, elegant, almost inhuman, and despite his frustration with Jeffrey, he will protect him at all costs—though he will never admit it out loud.

Dr. Fables is a master manipulator, a predator in the dark, but also a man weighed down by a curse that has turned his existence into a never-ending night. He is a gentleman monster—until you cross him.

Jeffrey Stories is the kind of man who enters a room like a chaotic whirlwind and leaves it in shambles. Pudgy, dishevelled, and always slightly out of breath, Jeffrey is an accidental menace with a heart of gold (and a stomach full of snacks). His loyalty to Dr. Fables is unwavering—though his execution of tasks often leads to near-death experiences (for both of them).

With wild eyes, unkempt dark brown hair streaked with gray, and a perpetually sweaty brow, Jeffrey’s appearance alone screams "This man should not be left unsupervised." He means well, but his bumbling nature, questionable decision-making, and tendency to talk at the worst possible moments make him the world’s least effective vampire hunter… and somehow, the world’s most endearing one.

Jeffrey's wardrobe is as chaotic as he is—ill-fitting coats, mismatched shoes, and a belt that he swears was expensive (it was not). He clutches a wooden stake like it’s his Excalibur, though he has yet to actually use it properly.

Gather ‘round, brave souls!!! For Moooonsters doth beckon!

This time, we’re heading deep into a world that’s long since forgotten what water even tasted like. Civilization? Gone. Manners? Long dead. And hope? Eh, it’s probably buried under a pile of teeth somewhere...😬

Let's take a chunky BITE 🦷 of today's episode:

✨ A lone scavenger just trying to stay alive (and preferably not inside out).

This is a story of survival, obsession, and finding purpose in a world where the only thing wetter than the air is the blood you’re trying not to spill.

So whether you’re here to cheer on Kier, take notes for your own post-apocalyptic strategies, or just enjoy watching a universe slowly unravel like a cheap sweater... you're in exactly the right place.

Thank you for being here. Thank you for supporting the madness. And thank you for helping keep the void at bay—though no promises on that last one hehehehe.

Strap in, grab your favourite rusted blade, and keep your eyes on the horizon. The wasteland’s calling... and it's thirsty.

Wretch is the leader in name and grin alone. Tall, sinewy, and pale as parchment, he moves like someone who’s already been halfway consumed and decided to keep walking anyway. His tattoos slither beneath his translucent skin like black veins with their own agenda, pulsing each time he speaks. Wretch doesn’t yell or snarl—he smiles, wide enough to split his face, delivering promises of slow, inventive endings like a man offering tea. For Wretch, it’s not the kill that matters—it’s the ritual.

Mire is a swollen sack of sweat, grease, and gurgled laughter. Everything about him glistens where it shouldn’t. His tattoos fester as bubbling boils along his arms, popping and leaking oily black ichor that he smears on blades and bodies alike. Mire believes life is just a buffet of fresh cuts, and he’s always first in line. He whispers about “how sweet you’ll taste” in a voice like wet fabric being wrung out, licking his lips between words like the world’s already marinating.

Gnarl lost his lower jaw years ago and never bothered finding a replacement that made him any easier to understand. Instead, he wears a welded scrap muzzle strapped tight to his face, his neck bulging with blackened tattoos that have dug in like thorns. Gnarl doesn’t talk—he growls, croaks, and gestures with a violent enthusiasm that leaves little room for interpretation. When the others laugh, Gnarl cracks his knuckles. When they charge, Gnarl’s already halfway through someone’s ribcage.

Slick hums. Always humming. Soft, tuneless, and constant. She stitched her own eyes shut ages ago, trading sight for the wriggling, pulsing tattoos that spread like worms across the sockets. Slick’s blades are her voice now—two hooked knives that carve through the dark as if they know the way better than she does. She moves with the grace of someone who no longer cares where the ground is. You hear Slick before you see her, and by then, it's usually too late.

Rot is skin draped loosely over bad intentions. He looks like something you’d find curled up in a tomb, half-preserved and trying to remember how to stand. His tattoos are dry and cracked, flaking like dead bark peeling off rotted wood. Rot has a habit of keeping trophies—fingers, teeth, small, easy-to-carry reminders of people who should’ve run faster. He doesn’t talk much, but when he does, it's just to catalog which part of you he plans to keep.

Crick is wrong. His back bends the wrong way. His smile never quite lines up with his eyes. His tattoos spiral across his stomach like a drain pulling everything inward, and sometimes the skin there moves like there’s something inside trying to claw out. Crick giggles through sentences like he’s heard a joke no one else understands, repeating words until they lose meaning. He’s the one who watches you sleep. He’s the one who whispers, “Closer,” and means it.

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Stay creepy, stay clever....stay aliiiiive!!!! Thank you for all your supppport!!

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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