Blair Bathory

Hi, 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. And you may have noticed that we are doing a video version of the podcast now. I'm very excited to come to you every week with a video and let me know in the comments what you'd like to see in the future.

Hi, 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. And you may have noticed that we are doing a video version of the podcast now. I'm very excited to come to you every week with a video and let me know in the comments what you'd like to see in the future.

In honor of Women's History Month, we'll tell the stories of some fierce ladies. Sometimes a woman's strength is her salvation. Sometimes it's her curse. Some rise from the ashes, others drag the world into the flames with them. They haunt, they hunt, they protect, and they destroy. Some wield their power for justice, others for vengeance, and some simply because they can.

In honor of Women's History Month, we'll tell the stories of some fierce ladies. Sometimes a woman's strength is her salvation. Sometimes it's her curse. Some rise from the ashes, others drag the world into the flames with them. They haunt, they hunt, they protect, and they destroy. Some wield their power for justice, others for vengeance, and some simply because they can.

In honor of Women's History Month, we'll tell the stories of some fierce ladies. Sometimes a woman's strength is her salvation. Sometimes it's her curse. Some rise from the ashes, others drag the world into the flames with them. They haunt, they hunt, they protect, and they destroy. Some wield their power for justice, others for vengeance, and some simply because they can.

In the light, they are heroes. In the dark, they are nightmares. So which one are you? First, death doesn't always stay buried. Followed by fear is an invitation. Finally, in our last story, you can try, but you can't outrun her.

In the light, they are heroes. In the dark, they are nightmares. So which one are you? First, death doesn't always stay buried. Followed by fear is an invitation. Finally, in our last story, you can try, but you can't outrun her.

In the light, they are heroes. In the dark, they are nightmares. So which one are you? First, death doesn't always stay buried. Followed by fear is an invitation. Finally, in our last story, you can try, but you can't outrun her.

Bevor wir zu unseren Geschichten kommen, wollte ich fragen, ob Sie einen Moment nehmen würden, um diesen Podcast an jemanden zu schicken, den Sie kennen, der Horror liebt. Es gibt hunderten von Podcasts da draußen und der größte Einfluss auf das, was Leute hören, ist das, was ihre Freunde empfehlen. Sie können auch unseren Podcast auf Spotify und YouTube raten und kommentieren.

Bevor wir zu unseren Geschichten kommen, wollte ich fragen, ob Sie einen Moment nehmen würden, um diesen Podcast an jemanden zu schicken, den Sie kennen, der Horror liebt. Es gibt hunderten von Podcasts da draußen und der größte Einfluss auf das, was Leute hören, ist das, was ihre Freunde empfehlen. Sie können auch unseren Podcast auf Spotify und YouTube raten und kommentieren.

Bevor wir zu unseren Geschichten kommen, wollte ich fragen, ob Sie einen Moment nehmen würden, um diesen Podcast an jemanden zu schicken, den Sie kennen, der Horror liebt. Es gibt hunderten von Podcasts da draußen und der größte Einfluss auf das, was Leute hören, ist das, was ihre Freunde empfehlen. Sie können auch unseren Podcast auf Spotify und YouTube raten und kommentieren.

Also lasst uns wissen, was Sie denken. Ich lese alle Ihre Kommentare und versuche, die meisten zu beantworten. Vielen Dank. Wir sind unglaublich dankbar für alle unsere Zuschauer weltweit. So, wanna hear something scary? Daughters of Darkness. Sometimes the dead don't rest. They linger in the spaces waiting for the living to listen. Like in this true crime ghost story. It began with a dream.

Also lasst uns wissen, was Sie denken. Ich lese alle Ihre Kommentare und versuche, die meisten zu beantworten. Vielen Dank. Wir sind unglaublich dankbar für alle unsere Zuschauer weltweit. So, wanna hear something scary? Daughters of Darkness. Sometimes the dead don't rest. They linger in the spaces waiting for the living to listen. Like in this true crime ghost story. It began with a dream.

Also lasst uns wissen, was Sie denken. Ich lese alle Ihre Kommentare und versuche, die meisten zu beantworten. Vielen Dank. Wir sind unglaublich dankbar für alle unsere Zuschauer weltweit. So, wanna hear something scary? Daughters of Darkness. Sometimes the dead don't rest. They linger in the spaces waiting for the living to listen. Like in this true crime ghost story. It began with a dream.

At first, Mary J. Hester thought little of it. The night had always been restless since Zonas death. Grief's weight pressing on her chest, keeping her awake. But this dream was different. There was something about the way Zona appeared in it. Her face pale, her neck twisted in a way that shouldn't have been possible. Her eyes wide, locked onto Mary Janes, filled with an unspoken warning.

At first, Mary J. Hester thought little of it. The night had always been restless since Zonas death. Grief's weight pressing on her chest, keeping her awake. But this dream was different. There was something about the way Zona appeared in it. Her face pale, her neck twisted in a way that shouldn't have been possible. Her eyes wide, locked onto Mary Janes, filled with an unspoken warning.

At first, Mary J. Hester thought little of it. The night had always been restless since Zonas death. Grief's weight pressing on her chest, keeping her awake. But this dream was different. There was something about the way Zona appeared in it. Her face pale, her neck twisted in a way that shouldn't have been possible. Her eyes wide, locked onto Mary Janes, filled with an unspoken warning.

Am Morgen nach dem Traum fand Mary Jane sich in der kleinen Abteilung ihres Hauses, ihre Finger trübbelnd, als sie einen Kaffee getrunken hat. Sie dachte, es sei nur die Leidenschaft, die ihre Gedanken gezwungen hat. Aber als der Tag passierte, klang die Erinnerung an den Traum, die an den Ecken ihres Geistes klingelte. Und dann gab es die Geräusche, die sie kaum hören konnte.

Am Morgen nach dem Traum fand Mary Jane sich in der kleinen Abteilung ihres Hauses, ihre Finger trübbelnd, als sie einen Kaffee getrunken hat. Sie dachte, es sei nur die Leidenschaft, die ihre Gedanken gezwungen hat. Aber als der Tag passierte, klang die Erinnerung an den Traum, die an den Ecken ihres Geistes klingelte. Und dann gab es die Geräusche, die sie kaum hören konnte.

Am Morgen nach dem Traum fand Mary Jane sich in der kleinen Abteilung ihres Hauses, ihre Finger trübbelnd, als sie einen Kaffee getrunken hat. Sie dachte, es sei nur die Leidenschaft, die ihre Gedanken gezwungen hat. Aber als der Tag passierte, klang die Erinnerung an den Traum, die an den Ecken ihres Geistes klingelte. Und dann gab es die Geräusche, die sie kaum hören konnte.