Tales From the Janitor

← Tales From the Janitor13 Jan · 54 min

Tales from the Janitor: Chilling Urban Legends from Rhode Island | Horror Audio Drama

Tales from the Janitor: Chilling Urban Legends from Rhode Island | Horror Audio Drama13 Jan54 min

Welcome to Tales from the Janitor — your mildly irresponsible, definitely sleep-destroying walk through Rhode Island’s creepiest legends, coastal nightmares, and those moments where you swear the ocean just looked back at you.

This episode? We’re heading into the Ocean State — which sounds cute until you realize how much of it is old, damp, and quietly watching you. Shadowy figures around abandoned mills. Voices echoing off empty docks. Lights moving in places lighthouses swear they don’t reach anymore. From Providence backstreets to lonely roads in South County, Rhode Island has a habit of keeping its ghosts close… and not always polite.

We’re talking colonial leftovers that never learned how to rest, strange encounters near the water, and stories that start with “this sounds fake” and end with “yeah, I stopped going there after that.” Every tale comes with slow-burn dread, uneasy silence, and the kind of dry janitor humor you only earn after cleaning buildings that really shouldn’t still be occupied.

If you’re into real ghost stories, New England folklore, or those “my uncle swears this happened” kind of encounters — congrats. You’re exactly where you shouldn’t be.

Why listen?

Chilling Rhode Island legends, hauntings, and coastal weirdness • A darkly funny, first-person ride with a janitor who knows too much • Perfect for fans of paranormal podcasts, horror stories, and Northeast folklore

The show’s free — but keeping the lights half-working and the ghosts moderately cooperative takes effort. If you’re enjoying it, leave a review, share it with your bravest friend, or donate a Dunkin’ coffee strong enough to keep me awake through whatever knocks around after midnight (no promises).

Thanks for listening… and whatever you do, don’t linger in the abandoned school off I-95.

The floors remember footsteps.

And they really don’t like new ones.

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