WELCOME TO THE GHOST MODERNIST. This is serialized horror fiction podcast, with every episode building upon the one before. Each season is novel length, broken into chapters, and a self contained story. If you are new here, welcome! Interested in a story about a couple navigating both the state of Georgia and their new haunted house, then please start with Chapter One of Season One (the House Unsettling) If the high seas are more your speed, and want to follow the souls trapped aboard a...

Just a little soul sharing. Love you all.Remember, there are two types of people in this world.The Haunters and the Haunted.Which one are you?Follow me for updates!@theghostmodernistTheme song and music provided by Atrium Carceri and Cryo Chamber Music.https://cryochamber.bandcamp.com

THIS IS THE GHOST MODERNIST.Show updates! A limited edition season is forthcoming. Details coming soon!This is serialized horror fiction podcast, with every episode building upon the one before. Each season is novel length, broken into chapters, and a self contained story. If you are new here, welcome! Interested in a story about a couple navigating both the state of Georgia and their new haunted house, then please start with Chapter One of Season One (the House Unsettling)If the high seas are more your speed, and want to follow the souls trapped aboard a cruise ship who must battle themselves, and the evil below, then please start with Chapter One of Season Two (The Baroness)Season Three, with an all new story, will begin in Spring of  2023, so get ready! For updates about the new season, follow me on Instagram @theghostmodernist. And remember: there are two types of people in this world, the haunters and the haunted. Which one are you?

Chapter Twenty-One: "The lido deck was filling up again, with once eager vacationers milling around the deck. Coming down from the bridge, Chad Stafford thought, without the torn and bloodied clothing, without the limping, the scene looked just as it had when they’d set sail. They all had their own experiences abound the Baroness, just as Chad and Table Nine had, their own special and individualized horror and stumbled like broken refugees, survivors of some awful disaster, wandering around t...

Chapter Twenty: "But now, hearing his shoes splashing across the Lido deck of the Baroness, and the footsteps of those pursuing him, Chad felt the weight of knowing how out of options he was. He’d ducked in, around and behind, weaving through the rain and the many drink kiosks and activity stands the baroness once offered, getting closer and closer to the bow of the ship, and finally he was at the peak of the triangle. The elevated knife’s edge that was once slicing through the Atlantic. But ...

Chapter Nineteen: "Wives had poisoned husbands, husbands smothering or strangling their wives. Drunken friends got into fist fights, breaking noses and necks. Knives were slipped into handbags and the pockets of sport coats to be used in the middle of the night. There had been crucifixions. It was exactly the sort of controlled chaos he craved. The type of hatred, manipulation and violence that could rouse him from his eternal slumber. This is what an ancient god expected.” Remember, there ar...

Chapter Eighteen: "On the lido deck, the knuckles on Donnie’s Fredericks left hand were stark white as he throttled the railing. He clutched the radio in his opposite hand with the same strength. Once, twice, he depressed the talk button, but let go without saying a word. Instead, he yowled, his voice dampened by the dense rain, and threw the radio overboard.” Remember, there are two types of people in this world. The Haunters and the Haunted. Which one are you? Follow me for updates! @thegh...

Chapter Seventeen: "Teresa watched her husband pull the pistol out from his waistband, and hover it above Austin’s face. Marie’s attention shifted, and Teresa knew Chad wasn’t trying to scare her, rather giving her a not so subtle hint that their group had regained some measure of control. Marie’s hand was suddenly on Teresa’s knee.” Remember, there are two types of people in this world. The Haunters and the Haunted. Which one are you? Follow me for updates! @theghostmodernist Theme song an...

Chapter Sixteen: "Marie heard it as she stood up. A tapping. Soft, rhythmic, like morse code. Something intentional. The woman clutched the cart’s handle and searched her immediate vicinity, expecting to find one of Donnie’s lunatic followers crouched behind her, a sinister grin and a gleaming butcher knife drumming against the metal of the prep table to get her attention before striking. She pictured him licking his lips.” Remember, there are two types of people in this world. The Haunters a...

Chapter Fifteen: "When the intercom cut out, the only sound was heavy rain pattering the waves and the soft whistle of wind through the sliding glass door. The blessed crispness of the ocean breeze was combatting the scent of raw construction materials and stale air inside the barren stateroom. Caroline could feel her own heartbeat. The rhythm pulsed in her ears. She could feel Greg’s hand, clammy and rigid in her own. The carpet less floor was hard beneath her and the half light of the ship’...