Arcana Australis

Broderick Ash

Discover the hidden stories of Australia—tales of mystery, folklore, and the unexplained that have shaped the land’s shadowed history. Each episode delves deep into eerie legends, unsolved crimes, and strange phenomena. Join us as we explore the dark corners of the southern continent where the past refuses to stay buried.

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  1. 2025-09-13

    The Bunyip

    There are places in this world where the shadows are older than the trees. Where time seems to stagnate like the still surface of a billabong, broken only by the occasional ripple — a sign that something may be watching from beneath. These are the places we tell stories about. Stories that don’t just explain the world around us… they warn us about it.In Australia, one of those stories comes from the deep swamps and isolated riverbanks — from the muddy waterholes and forgotten backwaters that dot the vast and unforgiving landscape. It’s a creature whispered about by First Nations people for countless generation. and later, by settlers who heard the same sound in the dark and felt the same dread in their bones.It starts with a sound. Low. Distant. Almost imperceptible at first — like the groan of the earth itself. A guttural, mournful cry that winds its way through the fog-draped trees, bouncing off the water, rolling across the reeds like a warning too old to be translated. Some say it sounds like a bull bellowing underwater. Others compare it to the echo of a didgeridoo played far off in a cave — deep, sonorous, vibrating in your chest more than your ears. It is the kind of sound that feels… wrong. Like it doesn’t belong in the world of birds and frogs and rustling leaves.You may hear it while camped beside a dark, still billabong. Or alone at dusk, casting a line as the last light drains from the sky, insects thick in the air, the bush falling into silence. That is when it comes. Not loud, but drawn-out. A sound like grief. Or rage.Your mind will reach for explanations. The wind slipping strangely through the paperbarks. You will try to convince yourself it is nothing. Because the alternative is harder to face.Ask the locals — those who have lived long enough to know which waters to avoid and which stories endure — and they may give you another answer.The Bunyip.

    The Bunyip

  2. 2025-08-25

    The Haunted Roads

    Some roads are ordinary. They take us from point A to point B, lined with familiar landmarks and the comfort of the known. But some roads are different. They carry a weight that cannot be measured in kilometres or signs. They are etched with history, tragedy, and stories that linger long after the last car has passed.These roads seem to remember. Every rut, every bend, every stretch of tar or dirt hums with something older than the traffic that wears it down. On certain nights, when the air is too still and the dark too thick, you can feel it pressing against you—the sense that you are no longer alone. The headlights cut only a narrow path forward, and beyond their glow the world feels watchful, waiting. The silence isn’t empty. It breathes.Along these roads, the ordinary twists into the uncanny. The echoes of past tragedies seep into the present. You catch movement in the periphery of your vision—shadows that gather at the edge of the trees, shapes that vanish when you look too directly. Figures standing by the roadside, pale and patient, as if they’ve been waiting all along. The temperature drops without warning. Your chest tightens. The car feels smaller, fragile, and the road ahead stretches out not as a promise, but as a question: what lies waiting in the dark?

    The Haunted Roads

  3. 2025-08-10

    The Hunger

    In the wilderness, there are no rules. No law. No mercy. Only need. Out there, beyond the reach of cities and courts, where the trees crowd thick as secrets and the sky closes in like a lid — survival becomes the only religion. It doesn’t matter what you believe. It doesn’t matter what you were. Soldier or shepherd, priest or prisoner — the wild doesn’t care. It strips you down to something simpler. Hungrier.And in the deepest wilds of 19th-century Tasmania — back when it was still called Van Diemen’s Land — that need could become something far more dangerous than any animal, or any outlaw, or any desperate soul with shackles around his ankles.It could become hunger. But this isn’t the kind of hunger that comes at the end of a long day without lunch. This isn’t the ache of a skipped supper or the pangs of a rationed winter.This is hunger as obsession. As madness. As transformation.This is the kind of hunger that claws through your guts until it speaks for you. Until it walks in your skin, whispers in your thoughts, and tells you that you don’t need bread… You need flesh.

    The Hunger

  4. 2025-08-02

    The Min Min Lights

    In the desolate heart of Australia’s outback, strange lights flicker on the horizon—glowing orbs that drift, follow, and vanish without a trace. Locals call them the Min Min Lights. Some say they’re spirits. Others swear they’re a natural phenomenon. In this debut episode of Arcana Australis, we journey deep into the Channel Country to uncover the truth behind one of Australia’s most enduring mysteries. Through eerie eyewitness accounts, Indigenous lore, and scientific investigation, we explore the boundary between the explainable and the unknown. Are the lights a trick of the atmosphere… or something far older, and far stranger?

    The Min Min Lights
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Discover the hidden stories of Australia—tales of mystery, folklore, and the unexplained that have shaped the land’s shadowed history. Each episode delves deep into eerie legends, unsolved crimes, and strange phenomena. Join us as we explore the dark corners of the southern continent where the past refuses to stay buried.

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  • Skapad av
    Broderick Ash
  • Aktiva år
    2020 - 2025
  • Avsnitt
    4
  • Åldersgräns
    Barnvänligt
  • Programmets webbplats
    Arcana Australis