While so many of us are focused on celebrating the holidays with family and friends, we might not see the darkness creeping in. Hitting when you least expect it, whispering from shadows, lingering in the cold, or brushing against you just as you turn your head. It's in the stillness of a quiet house that holds secrets we can’t shake. Beware what waits in the silence, some things are meant to be left undiscovered. First, snowbound vengeance Followed by the watcher hides in the light Finally in our last story, elves don’t play fair Subscribe: https://bit.ly/subSNARLED Watch the latest: https://youtube.com/watch?playlist&list=PLlt49G0M7dfhhFe79kdPucjYzWv4CK8H1&index=1 Follow us EVERYWHERE: https://facebook.com/watchsomethingscary/ https://facebook.com/getsnarled/ https://instagram.com/wearesnarled/ https://twitter.com/wearesnarled Follow Blair: TikTok: https://tiktok.com/@blairbathory Instagram: https://instagram.com/blairbathory/ Facebook: https://facebook.com/blairbathory1 Twitter: https://twitter.com/blairbathory Pinterest: https://pinterest.com/BlairBathory About SNARLED: Your home for scary stories, from urban legends to true tales of murder, mystery and the unknown. If you have Something Scary to tell us, send it to [email protected]. More about the show! • Go to SomethingScary.com to check out the awesome Something Scary Merch. We’ve got something for everyone, from hoodies to hats to writer’s notebooks. • Do you want to connect with other people who love horror and all things Something Scary? Join our Patreon and you get members only access to our Discord. And you can chat with all the other horror lovers. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
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Hi, witches, I'm Blair Bathory, and this is the Something Scary Podcast. Thank you so much for being here, whether this is your first time or you're one of the brave souls who join us every week. I wanted to say that we had a great time at our first Spooky Film Club livestream. For those of you who were with us, thanks so much.
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While so many of us are focused on celebrating the holidays with family and friends, we might not see the darkness creeping in, hitting when you least expect it, whispering from shadows, lingering in the cold, or brushing against you just as you turn your head. It's in the stillness of a quiet house that holds secrets we can't shake. Beware what waits in the silence.
Some things are meant to be left undiscovered. First, snowbound vengeance, followed by the watcher hides in the light. Finally, in our last story, elves don't play fair. So, wanna hear something scary? Silent Frights. Sometimes even a thick blanket of snow can't cover blood and vengeance. Like in this story inspired by Robert of Tula. It was the winter of 2015 when I arrived in St. Petersburg.
A journalist fresh out of college, I was eager to prove myself. My first major assignment seemed destined to thrust me into the thick of intrigue. A series of unexplained disappearances had gripped the nation. Prominent figures, not political dissidents, but oligarchs, celebrities and cultural elites vanished without a trace. I stepped out of the airport into the teeth of a Russian winner.
Snow fell in thick sheets, muffling sound and making the sprawling city eerily quiet. A biting wind cut through layers of clothing, and the streets felt devoid of warmth and humanity. I checked into a modest hotel, where the receptionist's clipped tone and indifferent glance heightened the gnawing sense of unease. That night, I lay in bed listening to the room settle.
A faint draft whispered through the cracks of the window. In the dim light, I noticed a spider weaving a web in the corner of the room. My grandmother used to say spiders brought luck, but its deliberate movements felt ominous, as though it spun a trap, not a home. Sleep did not come easily. At some point in the night, I awoke to whispers.
They were faint, like a conversation drifting through walls too thick to allow sound. I sat up, heart pounding, but the room was empty save for the shadows stretching unnaturally long under the weak moonlight. I chalked it up to jet lag and an overactive imagination.
The next day, I followed a tip to an unexpected lead, Anya Yickelbuff, daughter of Alexander Yickelbuff, one of the missing oligarchs. Anya was infamous for her extravagant lifestyle and penchant for drama on social media. Rumors suggested she might know more than she let on. Ani agreed to meet me at her family's luxurious apartment that evening. The walk to her address was surreal. St.
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