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Echoes from the Loam

Echoes from the Loam

De : Fauna Blakewell
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Welcome to Echoes from the Loam, where stories breathe, shadows speak, and every tale leaves a mark.

I'm your Narrator Fauna Blakewell, I'm a mother, a witch and student of all things spooky.

I'Il be exploring global tales of the weird and spooky.

Each episode, we'll hear an original or a tale based on old faithful legends from lore that unearth the strange, the sorrowful, and the slightly twisted, from haunted objects to black dogs and things that go bump in the night.

I've given you the first 3 installments as a gift, a welcome to my realm so to speak.

I will be releasing new episodes weekly on a Tuesday morning UK time.

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  • The Taste of Sorrow

    The Taste of Sorrow
    Sep 22 2026

    This is my night in the graveyard.

    My encounter with something that should not exist.

    My brush with a being that feeds on tears and sorrow, a creature that never leaves the cemetery, a thing the villagers speak of only when the fog is thick enough to hide their faces
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    24 min
  • The Seven Night Thief

    The Seven Night Thief
    Sep 8 2026

    Season Five is a season of original horrors, shaped from the soil of my own mind, from the shadows that linger just out of reach, from the places we go when we think we’re alone. And tonight, we begin with a creature that does not chase, does not roar, does not tear — a creature that simply waits, patient as winter, patient as grief, patient as the parts of ourselves we forget to guard. This is the story of the Seven-Night Thief.
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    22 min
  • One Legged Beast- The Fachan

    One Legged Beast- The Fachan
    Aug 11 2026

    Tonight, we turn toward Scotland, toward the heather‑choked moors and the low, brooding skies, toward a creature whose very shape feels like a curse spoken aloud: the Fachan — the one‑eyed, one‑armed, one‑legged terror whose scream is said to curdle marrow, a being so violently asymmetrical that even the old storytellers hesitated before describing it, as though naming something so unfinished might invite it to notice them from whatever hollow it crouched in.
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    22 min
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