Ghost Coast
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What is the main topic discussed in this episode?
I heard my front door open and footsteps come towards my room at 12 a.m., thinking it was my girlfriend. Then my phone buzzed. Hey, honey, I'm going to be working late tonight.
Widow's Bay not only received a plethora of coveted Emmy nominations, it proved how small town horror remains in the hearts of those that love all things spooky. This week, we bring you those stories inspired by coastal vibes with an added dose of New England. After all, if Maine is good enough for the king of horror himself, who are we to question it? I'm Blair Bathory, and welcome to the Something Scary podcast. Thanks for joining us as we descend into the darkness together.
So, want to hear something scary?
Ghost Coast.
Ghost Coast.
No tales of coastal horror would be complete without a story set on the sea itself. And what better than a tale of sailors? Or maybe they were pirates. Either way, add them to the mix of the Mary Celeste and the Demeter, and it seems like we have had plenty of warnings of what can happen on those long journeys when land is so far away. Like in this story inspired by Robb.
My name is Dr. Thomas Howell. I am writing this on the 26th of February, the year 1719.
What is Ghost Coast and why is Widow's Bay inspiring this episode?
I am a surgeon, employed on a ship called the Shenandoah. We departed on the morning of the 26th day of December 1718 on a particularly long voyage. Spirits were high. Everyone's jobs were laid out before them, knowing who to report to. Either the quartermaster, Mr. Joseph Burns, a rather crass and unapproachable fellow, or our sailing master, Mr. Benjamin Quarternarrow. A better navigator than never was. I didn't much care for working with sailors. A superstitious lot they are. Believing in ghost stories is utter rubbish to a man of science such as myself. Or at least, I used to think so. It all began the night of the 13th of January. Benjamin had complained of not feeling well for a few days, withering to naught but skin and bone.
His breathing shallowed, then on the gray morning of the 26th, Benjamin drew his last. A storm blew in not moments before his passing, as if it were the sole intention of fetching him from the sea. We began the preparations for burial at sea that very night. I can still remember as we wrapped him in the cloth of his hammock and began to tie a cannonball to his legs. Captain Rickert refused to meet any of our gazes. Standing near the banister, Mr. Cordenaro would pass over to the wrathful ocean. After a moment of reflection, the body was tossed overboard and vanished into the white-capped waves that slapped against the ship. A few sailors made the sign of the cross upon themselves. Some threw personal items in after the body.
Others yet held their breath for as long as we believed to reach the bottom of the sea. A sign of respect, I presumed. I believed in facts. Spirits are nothing more than an old wives' tale. Or at least I used to think so. I woke late in the night two days after by a frantic deckhand reporting a grave injury. A sailor had been nailed to the floor by a gigantic cannonball on his left foot. He tried, in vain, to move it himself but was far too weak. I instructed the onlookers to pull the ball off and another two to carry him to my quarters. I had the sailor laid out on our operating table so I could get a proper look at his wound. All that was left resembled a splatter of bone and sinew. His foot would need to be amputated.
The man's screams were deafening. And they were going to get worse. As I procured the saw, the quartermaster banged in to see the poor lad for himself. He stopped almost immediately when his eyes made the connection between the saw in my hands and the shattered remains of the man's foot, and then he thrust a brown bottle into the patient's hands. I ain't about to have my boy screaming any more than he oughta. The sailor took several large gulps of the liquor and gave me a small nod. Burns left the room and I started the procedure. This particular surgery is always difficult. When I reached the bone, the screams became a plea for death to take him that very instant.
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Chapters
5 chapters
1
What is the main topic discussed in this episode?
0:03–1:38
2
What is Ghost Coast and why is Widow's Bay inspiring this episode?
1:38–5:06
3
Which sea-bound horror tale introduces sailors and mysterious deaths?
5:06–7:04
4
How does Dr. Thomas Howell describe the Shenandoah’s eerie voyage and burials at sea?
7:04–19:20
5
What strange injuries and supernatural signs start to terrorize the ship’s crew?
19:20–33:13