Welcome, dear readers, to the inaugural post of what I hope will be a long and thrilling journey together.
If you’re here, you likely know about our little project: Tenebra, your unexplained mysteries podcast. A series where Gilbert Grimm and I dive headfirst into the unknown, unearthing the eerie and unexplained from forgotten files and lost history.
But today, I’m stepping out from behind the mic to give you an insider’s look into our process—how we find these cases, why we choose to pursue them, and what it's really like to stare into the abyss and have it stare back.
So, let’s talk about how we stumbled upon our first case, The Haunting of Tihange Castle.
It all began with a late-night scrolling session, something I’m almost ashamed to admit I indulge in far too often. There's something about the stillness of 3 a.m,the witching hour, that makes you feel like the veil is a little thinner, like you’re peeking behind the curtains of reality. That’s when I found it—an article buried in the depths of an obscure news site, the kind of place where the banner ads are just as strange as the stories.
“Tihange Castle Closed After Paranormal Investigator’s Mysterious Incident,” the headline read.
For those of you who enjoy a good sleuthing moment, I shared the article below my post.
Now, I’ve seen countless stories about supposedly haunted places, but something about this one felt... different. Maybe it was the way the article described the investigator’s experience—how they emerged from the castle's ancient halls trembling, unable to speak of what they had encountered. Later, the official statement from the authorities was vague, almost dismissive. They blamed it on exhaustion, overactive imagination, the usual excuses. But I know differently, this man was a veteran investigator. Not easily spooked nor deterred from his goal.
My curiosity was piqued. I couldn’t help but wonder: What was it that could shake someone so profoundly that they could barely speak of it? Was it the castle itself, a relic from another time, or was it something... older, something attached to the building, biding its time?
I brought the article to Gilbert the next morning, brimming with excitement. I laid out the details, my voice practically vibrating with the possibilities. His reaction? Classic Gilbert. He leaned back in his chair, that sceptical half-smile playing on his lips.
"Sally, people see what they want to see," he said, with that maddening calm of his. "Old castles and dark hallways breed ghost stories like mould breeds in damp basements. It’s all psychology."
But here’s the thing about Gilbert: beneath that thick layer of scepticism, there’s a curiosity that’s just as relentless as mine. He’d never admit it, but I could see the wheels turning in his head, the gears clicking into place. He didn’t believe in ghosts—he still doesn’t—but he does believe in mysteries, in digging until you find the truth, whatever it may be.
So, we did what we do best. We dug. And what we found, well… that’s a story you can hear on Tenebra.
This blog will be your guide as we journey deeper into the darkness, peeling back the layers of each case we uncover. I’ll be here, sharing my thoughts, my discoveries, and maybe even a few chills of my own. I hope you’ll join me on this adventure—after all, the shadows are always less frightening when you have someone to explore them with.
Stay curious
Stay sceptical…
…And sleep with one eye open
Until next time,
Sally Spectra
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