RAS #662 - Can AI Write A Story

On Ron’s Amazing Stories this week we have Ghost Stories With
Sylvia. Sylvia Shults and Ron are going to dive into the realm of
the supernatural with a spine-tingling first-person ghost story.
Join them as they venture into the haunted Wolfen Woods in
Spooksville, Arizona, in search of the hidden grave. Also, on the
show we have three listener submitted stories. Future Gadgets, a
fictional story sent in by Abigail Ackinsen, Tricked on Halloween,
a true experience from Bonnie Hernandez, and Cold Shadow from
MacSweet302. So sit back, relax, and enjoy the show. About Sylvia
Shults:  Sylvia  is a Librarian, Author, and Ghost
Hunter. She has spent a lifetime in the pursuit of the weird and
strange. Her non-fiction works include Ghost of the Illinois River,
Fractured Spirits, Fractured Souls, 44 Years in Darkness, The
Spirits of Christmas, Days Of The Dead, and her latest release
Grave Deeds and Dead Plots. All of her books are available on
Amazon and you can find out more on her blog page. Sylvia’s
Links:  , , , On the Podcast  - At the end of the GSWS
discussion Sylvia and Ron created a prompt for Google’s Gemini. The
results are below. Here is the prompt that they came up with: Write
a third person ghost story on the east coast in a Victorian style
mansion. Ron and Sylvia enter the home to find a table set for
afternoon tea waiting for them. Spooky sounds echo through the
house. The house is haunted by a clown. The Clown Of Blackwood
Manor The rusty wrought iron gates groaned open as Ron and Sylvia
steered their car up the overgrown driveway. Looming before them,
shrouded in the oppressive humidity of the East Coast summer, stood
Blackwood Manor. Its Victorian grandeur had faded, replaced by
peeling paint, boarded windows, and an air of ominous neglect.
"Charming," Sylvia muttered, her voice heavy with sarcasm. Ron,
ever the optimist, simply chuckled and grabbed their bags. The
heavy oak door, surprisingly, swung open with a gentle push. Dust
motes danced in the shafts of sunlight that pierced the gloom of
the entrance hall. A thick layer of dust coated the ornate
furniture and the once vibrant Persian rug. An unsettling silence
hung in the air, broken only by the distant scuttling of unseen
creatures. As they ventured further into the house, a chill settled
over them despite the stifling heat. They found themselves in a
grand dining room, where a scene awaited them that was both bizarre
and unsettling. A long, mahogany table was set for afternoon tea.
Fine china cups and saucers sat beside silver teaspoons, and a
three-tiered stand held an assortment of pastries that, despite the
thick layer of dust, looked eerily fresh. "This is...creepy,"
Sylvia whispered, her voice barely above a breath. Suddenly, a
high-pitched giggle echoed through the room, followed by the
distinct squeaking of a rubber shoe on the hardwood floor. Ron and
Sylvia exchanged startled glances. "Did you hear that?" Ron asked,
his voice betraying a hint of nervousness. Before Sylvia could
answer, a teacup lifted from the table, seemingly of its own
volition, and shattered against the wall. A cold gust of wind swept
through the room, sending the remaining cups and saucers
clattering. Terror gripped them. They weren't alone. As they backed
away from the table, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was a
clown, grotesque and unsettling. Its painted smile was stretched
into a nightmarish grin, its eyes two black pits in its chalk-white
face. It moved with an unnatural jerkiness, its oversized shoes
squeaking with every step. Ron and Sylvia, paralyzed with fear,
could only watch as the spectral clown glided towards them. It
raised its hand, revealing a long, silver knife glinting in the dim
light. A scream tore from Sylvia's throat as she turned and fled,
Ron close behind. They scrambled through the house, the clown's
maniacal laughter echoing behind them. They raced down hallways,
stumbling over unseen obstacles, the clown's squeaking shoes always
close behind. Finally, they burst out of the front door and into
the blinding sunlight. They didn't stop running until they reached
their car, the rusty gates clanging shut behind them like a prison
door slamming shut. As they sped away from Blackwood Manor, they
could still hear the faint echo of the clown's laughter, a chilling
reminder of the horror they had encountered within its walls. They
knew they would never return, and the image of the ghostly clown
would forever haunt their nightmares. Ron’s Amazing Stories Is
Sponsored by: Audible - You can get a free audiobook and a 30 day
free trial at . Your Stories: Do you have a story that you would
like to share on the podcast or the blog? Head to the main website,
click on Story Submission, leave your story, give it a title, and
please tell me where you're from. I will read it if I can. Links
are below. Music Used In This Podcast: Most of the music you hear
on Ron’s Amazing Stories has been composed by Kevin MacLeod () and
is Licensed under . Other pieces are in the public domain. You can
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