Spooked - The Fog - Classic

Episode Date: September 19, 2025

Blair can’t see his hands in front of his face. He can’t see the ground beneath his feet. He’s not in the dark: he’s in a thick cloud of fog. And then a stranger’s voice emerges from the mist, guiding him… can he trust her?Thank you, Blair, for sharing your story with Spooked. This story comes to us from Australia, the original Upside Down.Produced by Greta Weber, original score by Lauryn Newson, artwork by Sanaa Khan.  Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Darkness falls throughout the land. The midnight hour is close at hand. You're listening to Spooked. Stay tuned. Okay, so I'm claustrophobic. Have been since I was teeny tiny. Tight spaces for me are the stuff of nightmare, which is why on a recent trip to Vietnam with my family.

I keep refusing our guide when he invites me to explore the caves to see for myself where the Viet Cong hid where they live where they fought during the Vietnam War or as he calls it the War of American Aggression and I tell this nice man

this smiling man I tell him that as a corn-fed Michigander there is no way no power on God's green earth that is going to squeeze me into a tiny underground

hand dug sliver of a cave constructed for someone half my size, no way. Then my boy, my son, he says, he'll do it. And look at he split, he hops down into the hole of the earth and he disappears. Pride, shame, pride, and I think, well, wow, if he can do it, I think, how bad can it really be? So I crawled down after him, trying to follow him down this tiny space, bent over, hands forward, hands forward, boy! Like the first turn, black like there has never been light.

Black like, there is no such thing as light. The dirt walls of this tomb, they press on my shoulders from each side, and I can't even scream. I flee crawling backwards, backwards into the open air, open sky, tourists taking pictures, kids eating popsicles, a beautiful sunny day. I look around, and 100 feet away my boy pops out from underneath the ground laughing, laughing. Dad, it's great, right? Right?

My name is in Washington. I'm saying this right now, begging to whomever might be listening. When my time comes, scatter my ashes. Shoot me into space through whatever you. have to do, but please, please, please. Today we're going down under. To Australia, the original upside down cake. We're going to a tiny rural town called Yungabara. It's inland, it's chilly, it's foggy, and our storyteller Blair, he'd go there with his parents on vacation. They'd stay in an old cabin surrounded by bushland, red earth, towering eucalyptus trees, and out in the wilderness,

behind their cabin, there was an old farmhouse. And the locals said it's one of the very first buildings built Youngerbara. I'm going to let Blair tell you more about that. The farmhouse, it was about 500, 600 metres away from the cabin that we stayed in. It was a lot older. It had paint peeling off it. The corrugated tin roof was rusting. All the steps were rotten.

And it was in a desolate state. The driveway leading up to both of the houses, it went in a zigzag, zigzag direction going up and up. And along the side of it, there was a cliff with a pond at the bottom, only a small cliff. It was a normal trip, it was one of the usual ones that would take. I was about 13 at the time, so I was a bit older. That night, I was with my friend Alex and his sister, Olivia. They were my childhood friends. They lived there full time.

And I was just at their house in town. We're playing video games, you know, playing some board games. I think we had a pretty big game of Monopoly that night. It was getting late. It was about 11.30. And I decided I had better get back to the cabin. I'm sure my parents were worrying about me. So I was walking along the streets of Youngerborough,

and I made my way back to the cabin. It was cold. I was really cold and I only had like a really thin jumper on so I was like shivering a lot. I thought to myself I should have gotten a bigger jumper or I should have left earlier. It was my fault and I should have done something beforehand and thought about it a bit more. But I was cold and I was walking along. The town was dead quiet. There was no traffic and I managed to work my way through the little streets of the town

to finally find the driveway. the start of this somewhat steep incline of a zigzag dirt road back to the cavern. But at the foot of the entrance was the driveway. It had no street lights. It was pitch black. It looked ominous. Yungabara is one of the only few places in northern Queensland that gets fog because it gets cold that winter. So when the fog, a very light fog at first, started to roll in, it started to see.

scare me. I started to think something's going to happen or something's going on. So it started to form all around the street and that's when the lights became a bit dimmer from the street lights from the main road. And that's when the heavier fog came in. Then it started to get really, really heavy. I could no longer see my feet below me and all as I could see in front of me was white. Like I was in the middle of what seemed like a cloud, and I just could not see anything. There was, I couldn't see the streetlights, and that's when, it's when the heavier fog, fog that I've, like, I've never seen. And I, and I thought to myself, I don't know what I'm going to do. I felt, I felt stuck. My torch was useless. It was, there was nothing that it was doing.

It was definitely not giving me any headway in front of me. I, the fog was, just so thick that I just couldn't see. I was stunned. I was frozen for the first time. I could try and find my way behind me and maybe go back to Olivia's and Alex's place, but there was so many corners and so many streets that I couldn't really do that. That didn't seem feasible. But yet, to try and get up my driveway, there was that small cliff with a pond at the bottom. And it was definitely high enough for you to fall in and really hurt yourself. So my first thought was to actually just sit down where I was and do the right thing and just wait it out. It was very surreal, like for the options, because I had none. I sat down very briefly and that's when I saw that little

flickering amber light in the distance. It was a flame. So it was an old style like kerosene or gasoline lantern in the distance. So I saw it start to come down the driveway. And it made it to about halfway on the driveway. It was my mum. I heard her to say, son, is that you? Come here out of the fog. Just follow my light.

I breathed a sigh relief. I honestly thought, cool, I'm out of here. You know, I'm going back home and it's all good. If I walk very slowly, I can just follow the light and I can follow my mum's voice and work my way up the zigzag of the driveway. So I was walking very slowly, each step, each step, one by one, and the land would move at the same pace that I was kind of moving. It took about two, three minutes to get up the driveway,

and I saw it walk up some steps. because it went higher, it leveled up. And when I saw the light climb up the steps, I stopped. I stopped and thought, oh, the house is right there. And I heard a creaky door, like a very old, rusted door open. And I followed her light, but then when it went inside the house, after the door it opened, it went out. So I called out, I said,

Mum, can you turn the light back on? I'm not at the cabin yet. You know, I'm not at the house. Can you turn it back on? Dead silence. All as I could hear was like crickets chirping and frogs. You know, it was just dead. So I followed in the direction path of where I saw the light.

And that's when I hit the wooden guard rail. I was like, okay, I'm back at the house. Until I got onto the doorstep and realized I definitely wasn't. So what was in front of me was that old desolate abandoned farmhouse that was next to the cabin. Instantly my knees just fell weak. Like I felt like I was about to fall over. Like my legs couldn't support me anymore. This light had made me follow it to this abandoned farmhouse.

then a voice that no longer sounded like my mum and instead it had a very British accent she said nasty weather out there it was it was like a mother's voice had a very strong British accent beforehand she had an Australian accent she sounded like my mum and then it turned into a very old style

British accent and it was very, it was a young, she wasn't old, it wasn't croaky, it was a very clean, smooth sentence. And I realised that it was not my mum, this voice had transferred somehow from my mum's voice to this other person's voice and it was coming from inside the house. The door of the house was open and it was creaking in the wind. I saw no one in the house. There was no lights in the house. And I was stuck. I was frozen to the ground. I could not move.

This is something that's trying to lure me and get me. That's what I thought. I just thought it was trying to get me. I thought to myself, you know, I could either turn around and go back into the field and try and find my house because it was to the right of me. So I thought maybe if I ran to the right, I could somehow, find my house or I could go inside the house I was at and that option was ruled out straight away. I knew I wasn't going to set a foot inside that house that I was standing on.

So I thought, okay, I'm going to leave. So I ran down the steps and as I was running, I heard that British accent yell at me going, where are you going my son come back here like in a demanding voice it was very it was very demanding it was just son

where are you going come back here like she was yelling and I didn't I didn't look back I just ran I ran for it and I was running to the right

and I just I fell over I something hit my foot and all up my knee. And it was a huge rock. I thought it was just a huge rock I had ran into. And I fell flat onto my face and got cuts all up my hand.

And I realized I turned around and it wasn't a rock, but it was a tombstone. I couldn't see much on the tombstone. It was only a little, I think it said something about a mother-and-lawful, father on there. And I saw that turned around, saw that tombstone, and I screamed. I absolutely screamed. So I got up and that's when six little amber lights that looked similar to the one I saw

beforehand started to surround me. And they were slowly, slowly in a circle shape, just coming together closing me in in the middle. I saw a gap between two of them and ran for it. So I sprinted through the gap of one of these lights, running again, not looking back again, just looking in front of me. And that's when I ran into a wall and blacked out. And I remember my dad, he came over. Apparently he heard something smack into the wall. So he came over. He got me, picked me up, and he just took me inside. I don't remember going to sleep. I don't remember going into the bedroom that I had.

I just, I think I just passed out from exhaustion or from just fear. I knew the next morning we were leaving early because that was our last night there. So I woke up and I didn't quite remember what happened yet. So I thought, oh, I better get ready. We better get going. and that's when, you know, mum and dad said that we're going to spend like an extra half a day here. That's when I realized that something had happened last night and it was not good at all. My dad, he heard the loud smack because I smacked onto the wall that was directly adjacent to my parents' bedroom.

So he heard me just thumping into the wall and he heard that thump and he went out and to see. see what it was. And he saw me there on the ground. So he picked me up and put me back inside. He told me that he saw one little gasoline kerosene light out in the distance near the farmhouse. So he saw one of the things that I saw. Alex and Olivia, they both came over that morning and we went out onto the patio and we sat out there. And I could just see the old desolate other farmhouse in the distance. And they told me about, like I told them what happened. And that's when, you know, both Olivia and Alex started to tell me.

They said that it was one of the first buildings built. And in the early 20th century, Anne was a mum. who lived there. She had a son. And one night, during winter, her son was downtown and he was playing with some friends around 10 o'clock, I think Olivia said, and he realized that it was getting late. And so did Anne. Anne started to worry because it was getting late. So she actually got up and went near the driveway. And that's when her son was like, okay, well, I'm going to go home. So he started to go home and he got to the driveway and that's apparently when heavy fog came in. Now, Anne had a kerosene lamp and she was carrying it and she heard footsteps.

She didn't see her son. She apparently heard footsteps. So she said, son, is that you follow my light and my voice? And that's what I heard. And so her son tried to follow the light and Anne's voice. So Anne managed to walk all the way back to her house. And she turned on her house's light and there was still all just heavy fog. And that's when she realized that her son wasn't there with her. Like she was by herself.

So she ran back out there with the kerosene lamp going, you know, son, where are you? where are you, come here out of the fog, and there was no reply. She sat down and she didn't know what to do. She honestly had no clue what to do. Now, the next morning, she got up, she went looking. She went searching. She went looking downtown. She went up and down everywhere, searching for her son.

It wasn't until she was walking back to a house that she found him at the bottom of of the pond, gone, just passed away from falling down the cliff and hitting his head. So Olivia told me that Anne was the thing that I heard and that kerosene lamp was hers. And she was stuck in like a loop doing that, searching for her son. So she thought that I was her son. She mistakes them, whether or not it's a mistake or she knows and she's trying to trap someone. That's what I don't know. But she definitely thought I was her son and what I tripped on, that would have been the son's grave.

When they told me that I realized that I was lucky, my first thought was that I am never, ever stepping back there. I'm never, ever going back, and I still haven't, and I'm not going to, for as long as I live, because I realized how lucky I was. She was definitely trying to get me to come into the house. Like, I felt like she was trying to get me to go inside. But what she would have done after that, I don't really know. I don't want to know. When this happened, it felt like Anne, or whatever it was, was trying to reach out

to me. It wasn't just something that happened. It's like she was trying to reach out and just lure me, like she had a will to do that. But I did feel sorry for her because it's just sad that she lost a son that was probably the worst moment of her life and that's where she's stuck in that loop. It probably is her hell. Thank you, Blair, for finding your way out of the fog and the fog. and bringing back such a story, I'm going to tell you this list. If a voice ever called to me from deep in the darkness, it's going to have to mind his own business.

That story comes to us from our own spook correspondent, Greta Weber. The original score for that story was by Lauren Newsom. Then it's over. You couldn't be more wrong. Be afraid. Be terrified. Be terrified. Beware. If you like your storytelling in the light of day, get the amazing, stupendious and incredible, snap judgment, podcast, storytelling with the beat. Spook was created by the team that never gets lost in the fall. But if you hear someone whispering in your ear in the dark of night, you can be certain that it's probably. Mr. Mark Ristich may be an assessment.

Our chief spookster is Eliza Smith, Chris Hambryth, Aine Wynne, Aaliyah Yates, Zoe Fridno, Lauren Newsom, Leon Morimoto, Rinseau, Renzo Goryo, Jacob, Winnic, Teo DeKotte, Marissa Dodge, Greta Weber, Seneca, Tiffany Delisa, Ann Ford. Fernando Hernandez are your guides through this force, and yes, the voice from the deep fog may wail with advice, threats, please, on how you should handle your own light switch. Ignore it. Put sand in your ears, cut your ears off if you have to do whatever it is you have to do. but never, never, ever, ever.