What if the haunting didn’t stay in one place?

What if it followed you?

In this unnerving tale from The O’Bscure, a late-night detour leads to a chilling encounter with a house that shouldn’t exist — one that watches, whispers, and moves. As the story unfolds, the haunting grows bolder, stretching beyond the boundaries of logic and location. Footsteps in empty halls. Breathing from the back seat. A figure in the upstairs window that never stops watching.

This isn’t just a ghost story.

It’s a warning.

Because once you’ve seen the house…

It sees you too.

Dim the lights.

Press play.

And whatever you do — don’t stop for the house.

A terrace house on Wrenford Lane doesn’t want to be haunted.

It wants to be heard.

When Maria moves in, she’s grateful for the silence. But the house has been waiting — watching — and it’s ready to speak. Through taps in the wall, whispers in the plaster, and gifts that appear without explanation, it begins to reach out.

This episode explores the slow unraveling of a quiet dread. A story of loneliness, attention, and the unsettling realization that some places don’t forget you… even after you leave.

Featuring original sound design, haunting narration, and the signature atmosphere of The O’Bscure.

The O'Bscure Episode 0 | Introduction

The O’Bscure is a storytelling podcast that wanders into the dimly lit corners of folklore, forgotten places, and the quiet horrors that linger just out of sight. Each episode blends atmospheric narration, immersive sound design, and original tales crafted to unsettle, intrigue, and stay with you long after the final whisper fades.

From haunted histories to eerie fiction, from strange encounters to the things we sense but never quite see — The O’Bscure invites listeners to step into the shadows and listen closely. Because in the stillness, in the silence, in the spaces between… something is always waiting.

If you’re drawn to the uncanny, the unexplained, and the beautifully eerie, this is your place.

Welcome to The O’Bscure — where the unknown feels just a little too close.