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Welcome to Tales of Unusual — a place for stories that slip through cracks in reality.
Tonight’s tale is about a small town, a forgotten pottery shop, and an artist whose creations hold more than clay.
If you’ve ever looked at something handmade and wondered whose hands shaped it, or what they left behind — this story is for you.
Turn off the lights. Put on your headphones.
This is The Mysterious Ceramic Maker.

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00:00Welcome to Tales of Unusual, a place for stories that slip through cracks in reality.
00:07Tonight's tale is about a small town, a forgotten pottery shop, and an artist whose creations hold more than clay.
00:17If you've ever looked at something handmade and wondered whose hands shaped it or what they left behind, this story is for you.
00:26Turn off the lights, put on your headphones. This is the mysterious ceramic maker.
00:33In a dying town, hidden by fog and forests, there was a narrow alley no one used anymore.
00:40At the end of it stood an old pottery shop, the Clay Hollow. No sign, no lights, no open hours.
00:49Yet every so often, people would find small ceramic pieces on their doorsteps.
00:55Cups, plates, vases, beautiful, perfect, and cold to the touch.
01:02No one knew who made them. No one ever saw the shop open, but everyone accepted them.
01:08Some said it was the last bit of kindness in a place that had long forgotten what kindness felt like, until someone decided to knock on the door.
01:21Amelia was new to town, a young woman running from a city she didn't tea want to remember.
01:28She rented a small flat near the alley and, like everyone else, found a delicate teacup on her doorstep one morning.
01:37The cup was smooth, pale white, with a swirl of cobalt blue, a single flower painted by hand.
01:47She asked her neighbor, an old man named Harris, who made it.
01:51Harris only shrugged, best not to ask, dear, just accept it.
01:58But Amelia couldn't let it go.
02:00That night, under the sickle moon, she walked down the alley and knocked on the dusty wooden door of the clay hollow.
02:09The door opened just enough for her to see warm light spilling out, and shadows moving.
02:16Shapes of shelves, crowded with porcelain and clay, a voice, dry and soft, asked her what she wanted.
02:24I just wanted to say thank you, she said.
02:28The door creaked wider, and there he stood, the ceramic maker.
02:33He was an old man, skin like cracked earth, eyes dark as wet clay.
02:40He invited her inside without a word.
02:43The workshop smelled of earth, smoke, and something sweet but metallic.
02:48On every surface were bowls, figurines, and masks.
02:53Hundreds of masks, each with an expression frozen mid-scream or mid-scream, he told her, in a voice like whispering ashes.
03:02Every piece has a piece of me.
03:05Amelia asked him why he left pieces for strangers.
03:10He explained that each piece carried a blessing or a burden, depending on who held it.
03:16He said he could make her something, too.
03:19Something to help her forget the city she ran from.
03:23A small ceramic box, smooth and sealed tight.
03:27All she had to do was hold it, whisper her memory inside, and close it forever.
03:34Amelia laughed at first, but the old man just smiled, handing her a lump of raw clay.
03:42Shape it yourself, he said.
03:44Only you know what you wish to hide.
03:48Back in her flat, Amelia couldn't sleep.
03:52She sat at her kitchen table, shaping the clay into a tiny lidded jar.
03:58As her fingers worked, memories rose like dark water.
04:02Voices she'd fled, faces she'd buried.
04:06When she finished, she whispered her worst memory into the jar and sealed the lid.
04:11She felt lighter, almost free.
04:15But when she opened her cupboard the next morning, every shelf was lined with identical jars.
04:21Hundreds of them, all whispering.
04:24Each one held something she thought she'd forgotten.
04:27And from the alley below, she heard the ceramic maker's voice, echoing.
04:33Memories don't disappear, they wait.
04:36Amelia returned to the clay hollow to confront him, but the door stood open to an empty workshop.
04:44Clay dust covered the floor, but no footprints led in or out.
04:49Shelves lay bare, except for one mask.
04:53Her own face, frozen in terracotta.
04:56Eyes closed, mouth parted, as if about to speak.
05:00She tried to smash the mask, but it wouldn't break.
05:04Behind her, she heard the sound of a potter's wheel turning.
05:08When she turned back, the shelves were full again.
05:12Jars, cups, plates, all humming softly with secrets too heavy to stay buried.
05:19Some say Amelia still lives in the town, or maybe in the walls of the clay hollow.
05:26Some say the ceramic maker was never a man at all.
05:29But something older, shaping people like clay.
05:33So next time you find a handmade gift on your doorstep, a teacup, a vase, a mask, ask yourself what it holds.
05:43And if you ever knock on a door at the end of an alley, be ready to give up a piece of yourself to something that never forgets.
05:52Thank you for watching Tales of Unusual.
05:55Like, comment, and subscribe for more stories to unsettle your sleep.
06:02Until next time, keep your hands clean and your secrets closer.

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