
Scéaleenies
- Episodes
- 26
- Released
- weekly
- Latest episode
- Jun 21, 2026
About the podcast
Scéaleenies, noun, plural. A weekly podcast of Irish short stories. Intimate, slightly off-beat. A patent-pending blend of Irish inflection, wit and observation focused on the moment, voices and strangeness of life.
Currently in between seasons - expect season 2 later in 2026
Contact: [email protected]
Episodes 26
Solstice
On Midsummer’s Eve, traffic begins to slow on a motorway in the west of Ireland.Hares run alongside the cars. Birds gather overhead. Music drifts across the road. Then figures appear in the fields, riders …
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On Midsummer’s Eve, traffic begins to slow on a motorway in the west of Ireland.
Hares run alongside the cars. Birds gather overhead. Music drifts across the road. Then figures appear in the fields, riders, antlers, banners, shadows, moving according to laws older than the motorway itself.
No one agrees on what they saw.
No crash occurs.
The official explanation calls it “an unauthorised equestrian gathering.”
But every year, at the same bend, the traffic still slows.
🎧 Solstice, the final episode of Season 1 of Scéaleenies.
This is the last episode of Season 1. Liking, sharing, following, and leaving a comment all help the podcast reach more listeners through the algorithm. Season 2 will follow later in 2026.Amusements
A strange arcade cabinet appeared in a seaside amusement hall in the 90s.Nobody saw it arrive.
Things Will Not Be Grand
John Joe Malarkey wakes up in Dublin to a leaking ceiling, broken appliances, dead buses, failed Luas machines, impossible clocks, and the growing suspicion that the city itself has turned against him.Everyone …
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John Joe Malarkey wakes up in Dublin to a leaking ceiling, broken appliances, dead buses, failed Luas machines, impossible clocks, and the growing suspicion that the city itself has turned against him.
Everyone keeps saying the same thing.
Things will be grand.
They will not.
Benchcrawl
The benches came first.Then the town began moving between them in groups of four. Not officially. Not intentionally. Just… naturally.Soon nobody could remember when benchcrawling had started, only that you were …
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The benches came first.
Then the town began moving between them in groups of four. Not officially. Not intentionally. Just… naturally.
Soon nobody could remember when benchcrawling had started, only that you were noticed if you stopped.Runner's High
After losing his long-held job at a rural supermarket, a middle-aged man drifts into isolation, resentment, and emotional paralysis. Convinced his wife is having an affair and unable to imagine a future for …
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After losing his long-held job at a rural supermarket, a middle-aged man drifts into isolation, resentment, and emotional paralysis. Convinced his wife is having an affair and unable to imagine a future for himself, he sets out one night intending not to return.
What follows is not redemption in the sentimental sense, but something quieter and more recognisable: the gradual rediscovery of motion, habit, and endurance through running.Dubh Linn
Two urban explorers descend beneath one of Dublin’s most familiar buildings and find something far older than the city above it.In a hidden chamber, figures gather around a black pool, speaking not in chants …
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Two urban explorers descend beneath one of Dublin’s most familiar buildings and find something far older than the city above it.
In a hidden chamber, figures gather around a black pool, speaking not in chants, but in the calm, measured language of decisions and public life.
What they witness is not a secret, exactly.
It’s a system.
They weren’t exploring Dublin.
Dublin was letting them in.HONour The Parish
Pride before the fall is what we are told.What happens when local pride meets ancient tradition and modern norms are abandoned in the search for a temporary glory.They didn’t just train harder.They fed …
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Pride before the fall is what we are told.
What happens when local pride meets
ancient tradition and modern norms are abandoned
in the search for a temporary glory.They didn’t just train harder.
They fed something.
And it worked.Salvatore and the Crows
There was a boy who would “go away.”Just for a few seconds.Everyone knew the rule:Don’t touch him.Count to ten.He’ll be back.Until one day… he wasn’t.
Teach Ceoil
A disused church on the edge of an Irish estuary is reopened as a music venue. The sessions are lively, the crowd is warm, and the tradition feels alive again. But something beneath the ground is stirring. And …
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A disused church on the edge of an Irish estuary is reopened as a music venue. The sessions are lively, the crowd is warm, and the tradition feels alive again.
But something beneath the ground is stirring.
And the musicians have learned that the music isn’t just for enjoyment, it’s keeping something vast, old, and awake from rising too close to the surface.The Paradise
There’s a hall in every town that used to be full of music.Ours is called The Paradise.Now it’s empty. Locked. Forgotten.But some nights, you can hear a band playing inside.Old songs. Perfectly played.And when …
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There’s a hall in every town that used to be full of music.
Ours is called The Paradise.
Now it’s empty. Locked. Forgotten.
But some nights, you can hear a band playing inside.
Old songs. Perfectly played.
And when someone dies in the town…
the music draws a crowd you can’t see.
If you pass by, don’t stop.
Don’t look in.
It’s not for you.The End of Its Course
There’s an island on estuary that used to be inhabited.Not many families. Just enough.They guided ships through the channel. They survived hardship. They never left.People said it was skill.Older people said it …
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There’s an island on estuary that used to be inhabited.
Not many families. Just enough.
They guided ships through the channel. They survived hardship. They never left.
People said it was skill.
Older people said it was a bargain.
Now the island is empty.
The last man from that line still works the river.
And on certain nights, when the weather turns and no pilot boats go out, ships are told to wait.
Because if the payments stopped…
something else may have started.The Seven Curses of Quilty
There are seven curses of Quilty. No one agrees on the order.The first is peace.What begins as healing, neighbour speaking to neighbour again, land settling, old grievances loosening, slowly becomes something …
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There are seven curses of Quilty.
No one agrees on the order.The first is peace.
What begins as healing, neighbour speaking to neighbour again, land settling, old grievances loosening, slowly becomes something else. Attention sharpens. Lines harden. Memory returns at the wrong moment. And beneath it all, something older waits.
Not anger. Not mercy.
An arrangement.
🎧 A story about community, control, and what grows quietly when everything seems finally at rest.
The Athfhillteach
A scholar of Irish manuscripts begins to notice a pattern.Not in the text. In the margins.Across centuries, in ink, print, dreams, and now machines, something has been repeating itself. Not a story, but a …
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A scholar of Irish manuscripts begins to notice a pattern.
Not in the text. In the margins.
Across centuries, in ink, print, dreams, and now machines, something has been repeating itself. Not a story, but a structure. Not a creature, but a recurrence.
It does not need to be written.
Only noticed.
This episode of Scéaleenies explores An Athfhillteach, that which returns by repeating.
🎧 Listen if you like slow horror, Irish folklore, or the feeling that something has been quietly learning how to think.The Hobby Horse
A tired Dublin father goes out on Christmas Eve to find the one gift his son asked Santa for, a rocking horse he can't afford.After every shop fails him, a strange figure by the canal offers him a …
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A tired Dublin father goes out on Christmas Eve to find the one gift his son asked Santa for, a rocking horse he can't afford.
After every shop fails him, a strange figure by the canal offers him a beautifully carved hobby horse for free, in exchange for a small and very unclear bargain.The gift works. His son loves it.
But over the following weeks the boy grows stronger, stranger, and more alive, while his parents begins to feel something quietly draining away.
A bargain isn't just for Christmas, it's for life.
Of Mice and Man
A man buys a cottage with “great potential,” which is auctioneer language for no heating and mice.What begins as romantic renovation quickly becomes a quiet war. Humane traps become snap traps. Flour becomes …
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A man buys a cottage with “great potential,” which is auctioneer language for no heating and mice.
What begins as romantic renovation quickly becomes a quiet war. Humane traps become snap traps. Flour becomes surveillance. The walls begin to speak in scratching sounds and small movements in the night.
A story about property, vermin, and the strange rituals people invent to convince themselves they’re still in control.
The Slavic Defence
At his first international conference, funded to the exact punt and sworn not to disgrace the nation, a young Irish scholar begins exchanging chess moves with a mysterious counterpart. The ritual continues for …
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At his first international conference, funded to the exact punt and sworn not to disgrace the nation, a young Irish scholar begins exchanging chess moves with a mysterious counterpart. The ritual continues for decades across symposia, Festschrifts, and semiotic congresses, until intelligence services intervene and a foreign power claims the moves concealed a transformative technology.
An tSagart
“We decided, together, not to see.” On a remote Irish peninsula, the priest was the centre of everything.He visited homes at night. Boys came home pale. Once, during a storm, a child saw him in the graveyard …
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“We decided, together, not to see.”
On a remote Irish peninsula, the priest was the centre of everything.
He visited homes at night. Boys came home pale. Once, during a storm, a child saw him in the graveyard, listening.
No one ever proved anything.
But the parish decided, together, not to see.
New original Irish folk horror audio story now available.Departures/Arrivals
Airports - The pinnacle of modernity. Long-haul flights, high technology and ever shorter attention spans. Dolmens - The ancient stone-age sentinels surrounded by folklore and memories older than nations and …
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Airports - The pinnacle of modernity. Long-haul flights, high technology and ever shorter attention spans.
Dolmens - The ancient stone-age sentinels surrounded by folklore and memories older than nations and cultures.
This is a tale of what happens when the two shall meet. When modern mundanity observes ancient exceptionalism and the curious get a glimpse into the place where the veil is thinnest.
The Inspection Game
A tale about an underground practice, where participants secretly inspect strangers’ homes, document every detail, and leave no trace. As the practice spreads, the boundaries between observer and observed begin …
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A tale about an underground practice, where participants secretly inspect strangers’ homes, document every detail, and leave no trace. As the practice spreads, the boundaries between observer and observed begin to collapse.
Best experienced in one uninterrupted listen, after sweeping your house for listening devices.
Short audio fiction
The Emigrant Song
A stormy night folk tale about music, migration, and the pull west. This episode presents a spoken reading of The Emigrant Song, a literary folk-horror story set in Dublin on a stormy night near the equinox.As …
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A stormy night folk tale about music, migration, and the pull west.
This episode presents a spoken reading of The Emigrant Song, a literary folk-horror story set in Dublin on a stormy night near the equinox.
As a tune rises in a city pub, people begin to leave, calmly and irresistibly, drawn westward out of the capital and toward the Atlantic. The story unfolds as a meditation on Irish emigration, collective memory, and the unsettling possibility that departure itself is not always a choice, but a tradition with its own momentum.
Rooted in Irish history and myth, The Emigrant Song treats music as a force, migration as inheritance, and home as the place where leaving begins.
A restrained, atmospheric piece about Ireland, weather, and the long echo of goodbyes.
Best heard on a stormy evening, in a warm pub, with half of your third pint glowing inside of you.
Tale of The Telltale Carpark
A wish, a loophole, and a Lidl car park. This episode presents a spoken reading of a modern folk tale set in a familiar and deeply unremarkable place: a supermarket car park in the Irish Midlands.When an …
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A wish, a loophole, and a Lidl car park.
This episode presents a spoken reading of a modern folk tale set in a familiar and deeply unremarkable place: a supermarket car park in the Irish Midlands.
When an ordinary man encounters an ancient, shape-shifting being bound to grant a single twisted wish, he turns to the most contemporary authority available to him: artificial intelligence. What follows is a story about language taken too seriously, precision mistaken for safety, and the unsettling continuity between old supernatural bargains and modern systems of logic.
By placing folklore, legalism, and AI reasoning side by side, the piece explores how control, certainty, and meaning break down when faced with entities that treat words not as communication, but as rope.
A wry, unsettling short story about wishes, stillness, and the blink of a cursor that never stops.
Best listened to on a good sound system, in triplicate.
An Fear Glais
When the power goes out at sunset, the parish gathers to listen. This episode presents a full spoken reading of An Fear Glais, a contemporary Irish folk tale told through the voice of a child during a time when …
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When the power goes out at sunset, the parish gathers to listen.
This episode presents a full spoken reading of An Fear Glais, a contemporary Irish folk tale told through the voice of a child during a time when the nights go dark and communities gather indoors to listen again.
Set in a rural parish experiencing nightly blackouts, the story centres on the arrival of the Grey Man, a figure associated with darkness, attention, and old bargains renewed under modern conditions. As technology fails and silence returns, the story examines listening as ritual, fear as inheritance, and the uneasy comfort of rules being remembered.
Rooted in Irish oral tradition and shaped by present-day concerns, An Fear Glais is an atmospheric meditation on night, memory, and what watches when the lights go out.
A quiet, unsettling piece of spoken word fiction, best heard after dark.
The Observatory At Birr
At Birr, the telescope was built to look outward. Something answered. This episode presents a spoken reading of The Observatory at Birr, a literary horror story rooted in Irish scientific history and …
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At Birr, the telescope was built to look outward. Something answered.
This episode presents a spoken reading of The Observatory at Birr, a literary horror story rooted in Irish scientific history and theology.
Set around the great Leviathan telescope and a hidden programme of church transmissions into deep space, the story follows the discovery that the universe may have received the message, and understood it far too well. As signals repeat, archives whisper, and boundaries between sender and receiver blur, the narrator confronts a terrifying possibility: that faith, once broadcast, does not remain one-way.
A restrained and unsettling meditation on belief, transmission, and the fear that silence itself may already be a form of worship.
All Aboard
A pub tale of the Celtic Mist, the sea’s memory, and debts that don’t drown. This episode features a spoken reading of a contemporary Irish folk-horror story, told as a pub tale passed carefully from mouth to …
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A pub tale of the Celtic Mist, the sea’s memory, and debts that don’t drown.
This episode features a spoken reading of a contemporary Irish folk-horror story, told as a pub tale passed carefully from mouth to ear, with caution to pass on no further.
Set on the West coast of Ireland, the story centres on the night the Celtic Mist was escorted out of the Shannon, and what followed when mist rose, footsteps sounded on an empty deck, and the dead appeared to carry on their arguments without adjournment.
Blending dark humour, political memory, and maritime folklore, the piece explores debt, inheritance, and the unsettling idea that stories themselves can act as invitations. The sea is not silent, and some passages are made not just in water, but in words.
A quiet, unsettling listen, best taken in one sitting, over a well settled pint of stout.
The Thing That Was Not Spoken Of
In a coastal parish where the sea was never spoken of, old silences are beginning to fail.A full reading of The Thing That Was Not Spoken Of, a literary folk-horror story rooted in the storytelling traditions …
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In a coastal parish where the sea was never spoken of, old silences are beginning to fail.
A full reading of The Thing That Was Not Spoken Of, a literary folk-horror story rooted in the storytelling traditions of the West of Ireland. It follows a community shaped by implicit rules, a coastline without fishermen, and a place that remembers.
As times passage reopens what was deliberately left alone, the story examines silence as inheritance, place as participant, and the uneasy boundary between folklore and lived reality.
A quiet, unsettling piece about Ireland’s Wild Atlantic edge, best heard in one sitting, on headphones, and far away from the sea.
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