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There's an old dark house on the outskirts of the city. Its attracted all kinds of wild stories over the years but what old spooky house hasn't? Still though its worth a look right? Could be fun right? Just hope the mysterious stranger that lives there doesn't find you.

A script for spooky season. This one has similar vibes to the "Dancing with a mysterious stranger" one I did a while back(https://www.reddit.com/r/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/10n4g8q/a4adancing_with_a_mysterious_stranger_intimate/) but with a darker and more explicitly supernatural bent. The ghost stories are based on stories from places I've been over the years. I don't believe in the supernatural, but I collect them as a hobbie.

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Listener is poking around in an apple orchard behind an old Italianate house from the late nineteenth century, somewhere in Michigan. The mysterious owner of the estate is out looking for them with a hurricane lantern.

Now who's that sneaking in my orchard.

Some silly trickster making me burn lantern oil. You better come out before I get upset.

Tongue clicking

Come out, come out wherever you are. Lucky for you I'm not upset yet, I just want to see you. You wont like me when I’m upset. You wont like that very much at all little mouse.

Leaves rustling

Hey there. I thought it might be you. I saw you take a picture of the house the other day. You're one of those "urban explorer" types aren't you. I could tell from the cargo pants.

Curious about the old spooky estate? You know you could have knocked. I'm not averse to visitors. I'm a very gracious host. A man\woman of wealth and taste if you will.

What's the matter? Devil got your throat?

Taken aback by my good looks? My mysterious charm?

Oh no I’m not mad. If anything I'm amused.

This old dark estate really strikes a chord with people's imaginations. That much is obvious. It's what drew me here too after all.

I’m feeling whimsical, so I suppose I can show you around if you like, but on one condition. One little requirement.

Close whisper

If you touch anything on my estate. You can never leave.

Laugh

Oh I’m very serious, break that rule and you can never ever leave.

Maybe I'm a serial killer and I'm going to chop you into pieces. Maybe I'm a demon and I'll eat your soul. Or maybe I'm a witch/warlock and I'll turn you into a cat. Fool around and find out, as the kids say.

Still curious? Willing to risk it?

Very well, my brave brave little friend.

Tell me before we begin our tour. What do they say about this place? I need to adjust the tour to your expectations.

Listener talks about the urban legends. It's an edgy story about a satanic cult fleeing the Salem witch trials and building the house to hold their rituals.

Laughter

Oh come on that makes no sense historically! That's so silly. That's like travel channel level stuff.

I mean first of all there were no actual witches at the Salem witch trials. It was just mass hysteria. And even if there were they wouldn't have fled all the way to Michigan. And even if that was true, even if all that was legit that would have all been almost 200 years before this estate was built! Next you're going to tell me the Loveland Frog lives in my basement!

Soft Chuckle

Sorry that's just such a silly story!

Especially since there's so much that really happened here. Would you like to hear it? I can get a little long winded.

This whole estate was owned by Abraham J. Fowler, the glass baron that founded this city. Every part except this orchard we're standing in.

This orchard was the property of Ephraim Moses Larson. A local farmer. Fowler coveted it for its beauty and because he already owned all the land around it. Larson wouldn't sell though, he was attached to the place. Legend says his daughter had loved the place before she’d passed from tuberculosis, and he made it the way it was as part of his obsessive drive to memorialize her.

Fowler wasn't the type to take no for an answer. He sued Larson over a boundary dispute. The accusations were largely made up but he had the resources to keep the trial going and going. The plan was to bankrupt Ephraim with legal fees. Force him to sell.

Then came the great blizzard of ‘83. Ephraim had an appointment in the capital in front of the state appeals court. He never made it. They say his daughter came for him in the snow and took him to the promised land.

It's said Fowler felt a terrible remorse for what he’d done. But it didn't stop him from buying the orchard from the next of kin. He did his best to keep it the way Ephraim had left it, perhaps out of regret. Fowler was good at that, regretting things he’d done after it was too late to change anything.

He sent his servants out that fall to harvest the apples, but they came back with these.

Picks a fruit.

Lovely looking fruit right? But you’ll see one problem.

Smash

They’re made of glass.

Every Autumn hundreds and hundreds of glass apples fall from these trees shattering on the ground. This orchard will never bear true fruit again. Those are the wages of sin.

Care to come inside? I promise it only gets spookier. If I was you I'd say no.

Oh you brave brave fool.

Creepy door

They follow them inside the house it's a jumble of zig zagging hallways with mirrors on the walls

Incredible isn't it? I suppose a glass baron's home should be full of glass after all.

He made this maze of mirrors in order to make the home seem even bigger than it already was. It's said some people would get lost in this house for days. Some even say he made a deal with the devil, to make it bigger on the inside.

Don't stare too long, you might see somebody you know.

Soft Chuckle

Follow me to the study. Take my hand or you might get lost.

Your hands are warm, and rough. You remind me of somebody.

When did I move here? Oh I've lived in this town for a very very long time. Some would say I've been here since the very beginning.

Cat sounds.

Oh hello there Ulysses. It's not food time yet.

Scoops up cat

This is Ulysses the cat. He’s a cutie isn't he? A little amorphous black blob. He’s a lot like you, curious and adventurous. And rather cute. He came here on a night just like tonight and touched something without my permission.

Now he's my little prisoner forever and ever.

Isn't that right you little rascal! Oh yes you are, yes you are.

Now run along little guy. I've got to show around this guest of ours.

Welcome to the study. The throne room where Fowler ruled the city.

The study is built around a massive stained glass window

Taken aback by that stained glass window? Beautiful right? It was Fowler's masterpiece. Before he was a baron he was a master glass stainer and this was the culmination of his life's work. The centerpiece of his office.

It's a celebration of the city. All the great events of its last hundred years. The arrival of the first settlers on the Erie Canal. His factory in the center of town. The regiment they sent to old honest Abe during the war of Southern Treason. Shiny Happy people building a wonderful city. Holding hands and singing songs. Working together for a better tomorrow. All under the guidance of old Mr. Fowler. Lovely lovely picture isn't it?

But you want to see something really cool? Let me adjust the light on my lantern.

Creepy whispering

It's all different now isn't it? All the veneer of selflessness has washed away. Now the window depicts all the sins that led to the creation of this city you call home. We see the time he brought in the Pinkertons to break the great strike of '94, the burning streets during the race riot of '06, the bombing campaign of 1919 that got blamed on the anarchists, but was really him trying to drive all the retail shops and banks he didn't own out of town. And of course old Ephraim freezing to death out in the snow. All under the watchful eye of the city's greatest sinner.

Nothing but sin. Beautiful beautiful sins.

Why would he make this? He didn't. At least not intentionally. But cursed trees bear rotten fruit. He couldn't hide what he’d done anymore. It's said everyone who walked in here saw the second image, but they all pretended they saw the first. Then one day he saw it too. And poor poor Mr. Fowler, well his little old heart just gave out. They buried him downtown in the Episcopalian cemetery. He never left this old dark house though. You can meet him if you like

You see that vase over on the desk? I made it myself, I’m no glass baron but I accounted for myself pretty good. Why don't you stick your ear on the mouth of it and listen? Just be careful you don't touch it.

Ghostly screaming

Fowler's ghost wandered these halls for many a year. Afraid to die, for he knew what fires awaited him. The most powerful man in the city was reduced to a shadow on the wall. Pathetic.

Oh he's harmless. Just the spirit of a sad broken old man. Couldn't hurt a fly even if he wanted. I tried to just ignore him, but I found his crying to be tiresome. So I stuck him in that vase and gave him something to really cry about.

Listen to those lovely lovely screams.

What's the matter? You look a little disturbed. I never said this place wasn't haunted after all. Those glass apples should have been a warning. You urban explorers aren't good with warning signs though are you?

Scared? Want me to call your mommy? You feed off of misery and decay, and yet you’re all just cowards aren't you. Never faced anything scarier than some homeless people and junkyard dogs. Well, now you can say you’ve seen something really scary.

Sinister smile

Are you impressed with the estate? Is it as spooky as you hoped? I bet this would make for a really interesting Instagram post.

I hope you've enjoyed it because you'll be here for a very very long time.

Ah ah ah. Don't you remember back in the maze? You broke my little rule.

Oh you haven't touched anything? Are you sure?

You took my hand earlier did you not? That counts in my book.

Evil laugh.

Now, now we had a deal didn't we little wanderer? Did you think it was a game? You think I'm just some eccentric that lives in a spooky old house? You shouldn't play games with the devil.

chuckle

Well I did say that tonight I’m feeling whimsical. If you expected a game then let's play one.

Snap

Take this candle. You have until it goes out to find your way out of this house. If you can leave then you are free to go.

If the candle goes out though.

Evil Chuckle

Well then I hope you enjoy wandering aimlessly in the dark. Because you'll be doing that for quite a long time. My estate always has room for more lost souls.

You better get moving little mouse. That candle’s already looking pretty weak. I’d say you have anything from two hours to five minutes. You won't get another and the sun isn't coming up tomorrow. Not for you at least. Nobody is coming to help you.

May the road rise to meet you traveler.

Shuts off the lantern.

Evil laughter

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