Your Scary Stories Episode #4

We're live all across social media for another episode of your Scary Stories. We've got people filing in. Somebody said Luke is their favorite. Is he walking his cat again? Tonight it was a dog I walk the cab. We are going to be sharing, taking turns, sharing score stories tonight Scary Stories. Of course, last week we kind of did like this format where we had one long story and we all took turns different parts of reading it. Tonight, we're going to return back to the normal format of just each sharing a story. So yeah, if there's something you prefer, if you like one more than the other, just let us know. And of course, wherever you're listening or watching, make sure you're commenting along on that platform and we'll interact with you in between our things or whatever we can. So we definitely want to make sure that we reward those who are watching live. We had I don't know quite a bit of people. I think Twitter is the most, but that's just where I personally the biggest following. But nevertheless, we are live everywhere, so if you're joining us, comment a log. Wow, So where do I go with this? Guys? We just worked on the website this week. You were getting up and going well. Guys. Are our past episodes I believe on there, and there's some links on there for different ways to contact us and get in touch with us as well, including our read in our discord. We're up everywhere, guys, look for your scary stories. I think I'm going to tick it off. I think that was a plan, right, I'm going to kick it off, all right, fear thy roommate scary story. In June of twenty nineteen, an ad was posted on Craigswood Craig's List for a room available for rent and a single family home in Willow Grove, Pennsylvania. The ad wasn't for a whole house rental. Rather, the man who posted the ad was looking to be roommates with somebody, meaning they would share the living space, including the kitchen. That is what the ad said. It said in further details, thirty five year old male looking to rent out so one of my empty bedrooms and my four bedroom one family house. It's just me living here currently. The other two rooms are currently being used as storage, But depending on how much space you need, I could consider allowing you to use one extra spare room with storage that then goes on to list all the futures inside the house, including maintenance. It even goes on to note and all capitals that no pets or no smokers were allowed, which could lead some to believe the person behind the listing is a clean person, halfway trusting person possibly definitely a plus if you neither if you don't have either one of those. A few days after this ad was posted, a regular twenty five year old named James came across the listing, desperate for a place of his own and to move out of his parents' house. For nine hundred dollars a month. He thought it could be a good deal, depending on the homeowner, of course. James contacted the owner through the number provided on the ad and they had a five minute phone call and set up a time and date for James to view the house. On a Tuesday after work, James stopped by the house, which was exactly how it looked in all the photos. The order was waiting on the front porch. He introduced himself as Todd. He had to be at least thirty five years old anyways. Todd gave James a walk around the house, like you would if you were viewing any Aparliament Warhouse for the first time. The house was a modest size, nothing fancy or anything like that, but clean for the price was very spacious. James noted that there were no wood floors. There was all carpon, even the living room and bedrooms. After the showing, Todd discussed with James the ground rules, which were mostly normal most of them. The one that stood out to James was the rule of having a sleep time by twelve o'clock midnight during the week. Since James works full times, he didn't see this as much of an inconvenience, just rather unusual rule to have for grown adults having a roommate, but he chalked it up to Todd also working nine to five and not wanting to be woken up by noises late at night. A week later, James moved in, which given that the bedroom was already furnished, it was an easy quick process. Todd would be in the living room most of the time watching TV, or he was in the living room most of the time watching TV or just reading the paper. He didn't go out much. He would try to talk to James anytime he was in the kitchen making food, which to be honest got a little bit old pretty fast, according to James. He says he wanted to be left alone and just wanted to eat in peace, but never had the luxury of doing that. One work night, James woke up thirsty, so he went to fill up a cup of water down in the kitchen. Once in the kitchen, he noticed red stains on the carpet leading to the basement. You know, the basement door was in the kitchen, pretty common. He quietly opened the basement door and found the red stains led down the carpeted stairs. Todd's voice came from behind him in the kitchen, which was let up by a small night light. He saw Todd was sitting on in the kitchen on one of the kitchen chairs, and he said in a raspy voice, to don't go down there. Todd said the stains on the carpet were wine stains. James didn't ask any questions. He just filled up his cup with water and went back upstairs. From this moment onward, James wasn't one hundred percent comfortable in the house and was now suspicious of his landlord slash roommate's behavior. One day, after work, Todd was at home, so James decided to take a look at take a look in his bedroom, his bedroom being todd bedroom his landlords. The door was locked, but it was easily unlockable with his fingernail, so that's what he did. Entering the room. Once inside, James immediately found two of his shirts and strangely, his under armoured water bottle and a basket of clothes. James took his three belongings and left the room. When he left the room, he locked the door back with his fingernail. He planned on taking a personal day from work and evacuating the place early the next day without mentioning anything to Todd. After all, there was no leave or security deposits, so he could leave pretty easily. He did some packing that night, and he had a hard time sleeping because his mind was racing. At some point, while he was lying there awake trying to sleep, his door creaked open. It was past midnight when this happened. Since he was lying on his back, he simply opened his eyes to see Todd standing in the doorway. The dim light from the hallway night light was eliminating his face and body in an unsettling way, possibly not even aware that James was awake or not. James wasn't sure if Todd was aware, but Todd stepped into the room slightly and said, I know you went into my room. I told you my room is off limits for now on. Also, I don't want you going into the basement. If this happens again, there's going to be a big problem. He then got angry and slammed the door, and James heard him stomping back down the hallway to his room. He then slammed the door as well to his room. Once he got in there. James said that Todd sounded drunk, and he was saying this because he was slurring his words and his voice was raspiard than usual. James started packing up the rest of his thanks first thing. The next morning, he blocked Todd's phone number and temporarily and moved back into his parents' house. A couple of days later, he received a voicemail from a some random number that sounded all garbled. There's just a lot of breathing and weird mouth sounds on other side of the phone. James said he's confident that the stains on the carpet weren't whine. They looked more like bloodstains. Whether this Todd guy was hiding something or not will remain a mystery. Yeah, I think it was a good move to get out of there. Run side run. That sounded like a really real story. Well, you've kind of you know, you've dealt with if you throughout life, you deal with like really confrontational people, so you can kind of get that feeling. What's going on with this guy stepping in your room and just kind of shouting or whatever, saying, you know, dug in my room. That was just it's weird. But I think the creepy part is he went in his room and he found some of his stuff. Yeah, like why does he have my stuff in here? Like your water bottle and some of your shirts, So obviously he's going through your room. Yeah, he keeps basically threatening you not to go in his room. Then he adds the basement to it after he sees these red wine stains. According to the landlord roommate, I think the thing, the part of the story that makes it seem so real is the opening the door lock with the fire. Now, Oh yeah, my door lock does that? Like I could open it up with my fire now from the outside on my bedroom door, so like, you know, I don't have a key to it, but we lock it. Anyone could just go up to click it with his finger now and turn it over to the internet. You see so many Craigslist stuff over the years. Obviously Craigslist isn't relevant really anymore, but so many horror stories come from Craigslist. And this is another one. You want to move out. This guy wants to move out his parent's house. He sees this ad online, right, He's like, hey, this is the perfect opportunity. Is cheap, the house is nice. There were some weird rules though, right, like bedtimes and stuff, which isn't really typical. But I guess if you want to go to your parents house was bad enough, you've gotta go along with it. I don't know, yeah, And I guess if you grew up with certain types of parents, you might be like, well, yeah, okay, this is normal. I guess they've got to have like really like a really strict structure in a household or something. And also Craigslist is just one of those things where there was just so much you know, anonymous, so anonymity involved with it. So yeah, that was only like any of vetting really that went into posting any or doing anything on the platform. Yeah, and it involved a lot of meeting up in person too. So yeah, there were a lot of stories involving Craigslist. It was a little suspicious. Put yourself in the shoes of this person, Jack, how would you be feeling? Well, I would probably also want to leave right away if I saw my stuff in there. You know what, I think you would probably do well. I should have expected some kind of set up here. Wow, I mean that would be my reaction. I mean, especially after if he took my water bottle. Yeah, for sure, I don't think i'd take that back. Honestly, I don't look the water bottle anymore. Just to be completely Oh, that's a good story, Yeah, definitely I agree with to look belie. Believable story. My definitely a very believable story. Well, I think we have Luke up next. I mean, this is actually kind of exciting because it's one of two stories by the same user that I got for this so later, Well, here another one I'm kind of excited about too. And so it starts off. I work at County Jail. One night, I was working in the maximum security unit on the night shift. He was pretty boring, with nothing really to do except the checks, where I'd go around and look at each cell every thirty minutes or so make sure everything was okay the inmates weren't doing anything that weren't supposed to. It had been about fifteen minutes or so since my last check. I was sitting in the control room reading a book that pass the time. Control room sits higher than four level. It looks out over the cell block. If a person of average height were to walk right by you, you'd only see the top of their head. As I'm reading my book, I see out of my peripheral top of a bald head walk past the window. I knew that nobody else was in the area, as another officer would have to go through two sets of remote controlled doors or no way passed my control room. I looked up and into the cell block. I didn't see anyone. I didn't looked at the camera monitors, which showed every ankle of the cell block. Still nothing. I put my book down exit of the control room, making sure to lock the door behind me in case an inmate got out of their cell. They couldn't lock me out of the control room it's uncommon, but it is possible. I walked into the cell block, shining my flashlight in some of the more dimly little areas. I took notice that I did not hear cell door close, so if an inmate did get out of the cell, they either had to close their cell door incredibly quietly or they were hiding somewhere. I radioed for another officer to respond to my locationist back up. I began to conduct a check, make sure that the account the inmates in each cell, and pull on the door make sure it was locked. When I reached the upper tier, one of the inmates was standing at the cell window and asked what time it was. I told him, he knows that I was early on my check. He knows that I had been checking the doors. These guys have nothing to do but to watch you do this. So the inmate asked if I saw the ball headed guy. He must have seen the expression on my face, because he said he was seen by somebody at least once a night, usually passing quickly by the cell windows, so they always knew it was him because there's no bald officers on the night shift. I went back to the control room and locked it behind me, I asked. The officer responded as my backup about the bald headed guy. He was a very senior officer and said that he had never personally seen him, but it wasn't uncommon for people to report it. I never saw the baldheaded guy again. Eventually I was promoted, and every once in a while an officer or inmate well asked me about him. Prisons are scary, man, Yeah, it's scary without ghosts. They're scary without ghosts and other paranormal things. You throw that in, it's just terrifying. Yeah, there's something about like certain places you just immediately have something scary about it. Yeah, hospitals for me and for his nurseries, everything to do. But wait, that's true. Going back to the story, and obviously I'm multitasking people on social media, but you got to assume that it's a it's an inmate at first, right, like he said he did. Yeah, and that would be a terrifying thing because he's in the maximum security unit. Yeah, these are dangerous people and he wouldn't want to deal with that on the night's shift or something. So that alone is scary. Well, it does. It does make you think that it's possible that it was an inmate, because the inmate was the one that was saying, hey, did you see that? You know, did you see the bald headed man there? It does make it seem like they're setting up something or I don't know, you know, either way it would be be a bit too much. I think the inmates messed with him or see. I don't know, because the other officer said that they had heard about this before, and we find out later it's an inmate escape from a maximum security Yeah, I guess wouldn't have known the bald thing obviously. I mean, he interested scary story. So what made you like you said, this is the story I want to share today, Like there had to be something that drew well, it was mostly the prison thing, all, you know. I read his this story and then I found out he had another one, and I was like, two ghost stories from a prison from the same guy. I wanted to do him both because I thought, this is great prison. Like you say, prison's in general just terrifying. And so I don't know, something odd. It's not like a jump scare kind of monster story. It's just like something slightly off about already a tense situation that makes the whole thing just feel creepy and kind of terrifying to me. I don't know where he was located at it all here, I'm sure he just kept anonymous. He did keep the anonymous. He didn't listen to anyone's names, just in case. You know, you don't want certain people, you don't have people's information getting out, So he didn't say where he was from. Sure caught out us bald people going bald. They didn't. He man, My forehead goes all the way back, all the way back, just keeps going back. Wow, delicious orange juice, you got there? Yeah, it's orange juice. Just yeah, just for the AI out there on social media trying to get me for doing something all alive, it is orange juice. So everybody knows that's the truth. So I had to do. I have the next story. Es to do? I had the next story. Okay, yeah, because Jack didn't do much this week. That's fine though, I'm just kidding, just kidding. It was cute music. Back up do this. This is called hacker. I'm twenty four years old and I'm from a small town in Nova Scotia, Canada. I keep my social circle very small, just a few friends and my co workers. Really. I mentioned that as a point in saying that I don't really know anyone who would be out to get me in any way. I browse read it a lot in my free time, and I'm an active poster. There was this one night when I pulled up Reddit on my browser out of boredom and I had a new message, which was not unusual because I'd have people message me in reference to my post quite often. It was a message request from some random account, and oddly enough, it was a now deleted username. The message said check your email. Make sure sure you'd check your spam folder. I replied back, huh, why who is this? In the meantime, I opened my Gmail and went to my spam folder. There was one email that stuck out from the rest titled in all caps, I Know who you are. I opened the email and it was basically a paragraph full of all my personal information, including my full name, my Reddit password, my home address, along with other threats. Basically, whoever said this email was asking for a one time payment of five thousand dollars through bitcoin to a specific bitcoin wallet address. My heart was in my throat at this point in time, I had a terrible feeling of helplessness and like the entire world was collapsing in on me. The first thing I did was cover my webcam with a piece of tape. Secondly, I went back to Reddit to see if the user had ever answered my message, and they hadn't. I went to report the account on Reddit as quickly as I could, as if that would even do anything. I replied to the email, copy and pasting the exact same message I'd sent the person and read it on my Reddit account, asking who is this, how they got my information and if this was a prank. I got an email back around five minutes later, in an all caps saying no, it's not a prank. We have all your information, including where you live, so your best course of action is to do exactly what we say and you'll never hear from us again. Obviously, I was not going to show out five thousand dollars. I don't even make a lot of money to begin with. I contacted all my friends asking them if it was any of them, begging them just to come forward before I call the police. None of them admitted to it. So given that threatened to call the police, I knew it was none of them. I tried to think of anyone at work who might have an issue with me, but I get along with everyone at work. I chalked it up to my password somehow being stolen by a malware or a hacker, and through that they somehow got the rest of my information. The main question was do I pay the money, and that was absolutely not going to happen. I forced myself to go to sleep. I left my laptop off the whole next day. I used my desktop instead. After getting home from work. I didn't sign into Reddit or anything, though I did, however, change my password on all the other websites and apps. I finally signed into my laptop late that night because I was just so bored and curious, curious but nervous to see if anything had changed and if I had got any new emails. I signed on and everything on my computer still looked normal. So I went to Reddit and I saw the user who messaged me was now deleted, And then went to a subreddit which talked about computer hackers and scams and such, and I posted my experience. At some point, I noticed the task bar at the bottom of my screen turned darker. Curious, I minimized all windows, and my desktop wallpaper was different. I knew right away what it was because I recognized outside of my bedroom window showing the white frame of outside my window, and in the picture there was a flash of the camera and inside that It also caught me laying in my bed sleeping. Some seconds later, a pop up window appeared along with the normal windows air beep sound that comes up when this happens, the message dread pay with a winky face emoji with it. I closed my laptop scream and forced the computer off by holding down the power button. I also pulled my blinds down and called my parents. I told my dad over the phone that some hacker got all my information, and he came over right away with his truck to help me load any valuables I could think of into his truck to stay with them for a while. Before we drove off off from my apartment, my dad yelled out like a madman into the night sky, basically threatening whoever was hacking me. It was definitely a scene, but I was too preoccupied with worry to be embarrassed by it. I saved with my parents for a few weeks and use my mom's computer when needed, I blocked that email address. This sent me the original email. I finally got back to my apartment a few days ago. I'm still very scared to hear a knock at my window or get another threatening email. I haven't brought it to the police yet, as I'm hoping all this was just a bluff to try to get me to pay. Yeah, so that's that's rough. You definitely want to take cybersecurity very seriously because, like, there's just a lot of crazy people out there. I was actually watching a video today on how easy it is to get everybody's information. This guy, you know, showed how you just go to like a coffee shop, set up like a hundred dollars piece of equipment, and every person who logs in onto the Wi fi there, you get their passwords, you get their emails, and then from there you can escalate and grab more stuff like getting a secure shell onto their computer and start messing with stuff like changing the wallpaper. Totally doable with a little time a training that you can find completely free on the internet. Yeah, but they went to his house. Yeah that's a bit much. But that's a whole other level of I mean, just yeah, like another thing about like that kind of stuff is you definitely do want to coach the police about that. And there's really, yell, not a whole lot you can do by yourself, you know, in that situation, And definitely a good idea to get out of that area because they're taking pictures of you. You're laying in your bed sleeping. That in the window, that's just you know, you imagine seeing that, like you just open up your your your wallpaper on your desktop. Is you and your bed sleeping. Clearly someone who knew where he lived. And I would I would say, you know, in addition to like going to the police, you know, I would say, definitely, like you know, don't there's really no reason to pay these people because they're crazy. You know that they're doing crazy things and you're not going to get you're gonna give any kind of peace from them. You think it was someone he knew. Possibly they could be I take this out, son of a bitch. What hits me, Austin? It was me. I think it's possible something like that happened. So I actually said, so awesome, I do wonder. I mean it's possible. Like what he doesn't say, though, is if he has like a computer savvy friend, right, like that'd be the first person you'd think of. But how far do you take it? You know, I don't know. I think the bitcoin thing for me almost makes it seem more legitimate because you do see so many of these bitcoin scams happening. Yeah, it's such an easy way to hide transactions of money. There's a thing called like a crypto funnel or crypto vortex, and you basically you put bitcoin into it and you pull different bitcoin out. Yeah, it's online, obviously, but this is way of hiding where it's going. Just totally launders some money in seconds. I personally haven't had this happen to me yet. I don't know if you guys have any issues of this, but not to this extent obviously, but the thought of that it could easily happen, it's pretty pretty terrifying. I haven't had, you know, something specifically with bitcoime. I've had my identity still on years and years ago, and that was a whole process of dealing with that. Obviously, this is far more intense and far more extreme. But it, you know, it's not a great feeling, so definitely happens. I don't remember the statistics off the top of my head, if you hear it all the time, how common it is. And this person definitely had a terrifying one. So it lives in a cool sunding place, Nova, Scotia. Yeah, oh, I was gonna say it's very common. But a thing that's very interesting about it is a lot of you will feel like they are ashamed that they get their identity still on. And that's like the number one thing that hackers rely on is that you are too ashamed to tell people or to tell authorities. It's absolutely the wrong thing to do. You must tell people, you must let them know. But it's a it's a big deal with people getting there Dani song to be just like afraid or a sad or just they you know, go in on themselves feeling that they made a mistake. It's not their fault. It's the person who's doing it that's the terrible person. And anyway, I just was to say that because it comes up so often, you know, people get there a Dentiy song, like you said, all the time. So I just want to say that, thank you, Thank you, Lucas very reassured those of you listen out there. Luke feels for you. It's gonna be okay, it's gonna be okay. Just learn from your mistakes. And yeah, I'm gonna cute the music. Are you ready, Jack, I'm ready? Okay. So this story comes from Go for the Internet. My name is Zobofin. That's what they go about anyways, and the title of the story is I grew up in a haunted, demonic house has been abandoned since we moved out. I don't often talk about it because it's scarred. Just talking about it freaks me out. But here we go. It was about nine years old I'm twenty seven now for a reference, and my parents decided to move out to a small out of their small apartment read a house and Brisbane, Australia. We couldn't afford much, so it was cheap and very old looking house and nothing so bad that my dad couldn't fix it up, but at least that's what he thought. Keep in mind, the owner of the property lived in another area, pretty far away, so it was hard to get into contact with him. Once we moved in, there was some strange thing that caught our attention. There was a big, gross and tanky looking rug in the kitchen with weird brownish red blotches looked like old bloodstains. So we thought this has got to go. We rolled it up and chucked it out. The property had a big backyard with acreage of land. There were a lot of trees. On these trees, at least many of them, there were some for some reason horseshoes nailed to them. Horseshoes nailed on trees all over the property. One horseshoe was even nailed to the wall inside the kitchen. Again, we thought, now, this is weird and creepy. It wasn't until years later that I looked into it and found out that apparently hanging horseshoes was meant for good luck. They were supposed to get rid of negative energy, but we didn't realize this at the time, and after taking them down, we went through many years of bad luck while living in this house. At first, apart from the house looking creepy and old, there were no physical signs of anything paranormal. But as a kid, I loved playing outdoors. I want to have the backyard with lots of land. This was pretty fantastic at first. Soon enough, being a kid that plays in the dirt, I started to find things under the dirt. I found clothing buried in random parts of the property. In My Mom would occasionally see little bits of claws sticking out of the ground too. Being curious, we would dig them out, and it was always clothing of women or children, sometimes even the odd shoe here or there. My parents didn't seem to care too much, and my dad was a skeptic. They always had some excuse for why stuff was there. They'd tell me not to worry about it and change the subject. The house was kind of lifted off from the ground, so I could go under the house and play. One day, I found a bone buried over there. This is when my mom realized this was just too many coincidences and told my dad. She wanted to report to the police, but my dad just said something like this, don't waste your time. It's most likely old cattle bones. So we listened to my dad. Soon enough, the paranormal stuff started opening. My dad always worked at nights, leaving me and Mom in the house alone in the living room. We had one computer. We had dial up internet back then, and it was referred to as the family I would usually stand behind my mom while she was using computer and I would just watch. While I watched, it felt and grabbed me on the shoulder from behind. I turned around, thinking it was my dad all Murli from work, but there was no one there. Another night, I was in my bedroom. It was the middle of the night and I was asleep, but I was woken by the sound of a toy from my shelf. And I had a furby little toy because since someone was in front of it and start talking, I heard it activate and it started rambling nonsense. If you ever had one, you know what I'm talking about. However, my bed was nowhere near the shelf and never activated on some before, and the rambling just kept continuing so much. I couldn't go back to sleep, so I wanted to go turn it off. I walked over to the furby and pick it up. It had stopped now. I checked the switch on the bottom it was already set to awe. Eventually I started having nightmares, the same nightmare every single night. It was always so vivid and real. The dream was of me tied up with rope on an old bed with springs and no mattress. It was my bedroom, though the room was differently. No light bulbs or electricity. A single bedside table with this like old timey candle on a plate. It almost seemed like from a different time period. I would try to yank free from the ropes, kicking and trying to get out. I would wake up at a sweat, have three red marks in my stomachs, almost like three scratch ms. No I've looked into this. Scratch marks often mean demonic possession. It was mentally exhausting. I couldn't handle being in my room anymore. I would maybe around ten years old at this point, and I was too scared to talk about my parents. I didn't tell them exactly what was going on. I just kept insisting on sleeping in their room. I don't have any memory of this, but my parents have since told me when I did this, I would often sit up in the middle of the night, point at the window and start screaming, saying things like don't let them in and shut the windows. Windows were already closed, but my mom wou could get freaked out about this. Dad would say something like he's just having a bad dream. Go back to sleep. Over time, my mom would start hearing walking on the floorboards in the middle of the night, well, dad was at work, but nobody was in the house. The ceiling fan would turn on by itself, even when the switch on the wall was strange. Things like this have happened. Eventually, things began to wrap up and the bad luck turned into a living nightmare. Our family started to grow. My baby brother was born, and after some time he was starting to walk. It was a great memory, but it quickly he was ruined. Shortly after learning to walk, out of nowhere, he was bedridden. He wouldn't sleep, He suddenly couldn't walk anymore, and he wouldn't eat. He had to be taken to the hospital and the doctors weren't sure what was wrong with them. They did tests, and one doctor even suggested he was faking it. They did X rays and couldn't find anything wrong. I think my parent parents weren't satisfied with that answer. How or why would a little child fake something like whatever was wrong. We took them to another doctor and they found a rare cyst on a spine. They had never seen it before, only heard about it in textbooks, and it was close to bursting could have paralyzed them for life. After months of being in the hospital, we were finally getting back to a normal life, as normal as you can have in a house with these strange events. We decided to install a chicken coop raised some chickens. With size of our backyard, it felt like a good use for it. However, it seems his house had other plants. We always locked up the coop before night, but we woke up one morning to see the door wide open. All the chickens were gone. We had ten of them. We found them shortly after discovering the door was open, at least part of them. All the chickens had their heads hacked off. No bodies found, just the heads, all laid out neatly in a straight line in our yard. That seemed to have been the final strawl. My dad was the one to call the police. No sucks best were found, and despite struggling for money, we finally moved out of that house. The nightmares have stopped. It's been over ten years since been moved out, and the house was never rented out again. It has begun to decay and weeds are taken over most of the property. I've dabbled in haunted house investigations over the years, but that's one place I'm never going back. I did find one update to this post. It says I've shared the story before and as a result, apparently some kind of investigation was opened revolving around the house. I was visited by police officers asking questions. They told me they'd contact me if they got anything new. The only thing I learned was that before we rented it, we have been rented out to a biker gang. That is crazy. Well that is really crazy. Why didn't they just hang that horseshoe back up? Man? I don't know, I guess, he said, I guess. Apparently he didn't learn that until after they like they thought about it later, like we removing those horseshoes, and when they started mentioning the horseshoes, I was like, hmm, you probably shouldn't take those down. I was definitely put up for some sort of protection ward by somebody captures hindsight on South Park is what came to my mind. And you set all that, Oh man, that's terrifying. Yeah. And so there's actually a couple of different beliefs about the horseshoes. Some said to have them kind of like turned up, and some of them have turned down. Both of them involves containing luck of some kind of good luck, and if it's facing down, the good look will pour down and act as a like a barrier. So some people say to put them up during certain times of the year and turned them down and put them on your front door or any entrance to your house. So there's a couple of different, you know, beliefs around positions of the horseshoes. He was having very vivid dreams, yes, as kind of like almost the start of things, and it seemed too obviously it escalated I think to the point of where what happened with this younger sibling correct, Yeah, for sure, And you know, the the dreams, you know, he describes them very, very particularly, and it definitely seems like, you know, if there was some kind of like negative energy involved a house, it was definitely you know, seeping over into his dreams. For sure. Kind of hear that that happens a lot of times with people. But I think that, like I just said, the real thing, crazy thing was really I don't remember how old a Yogur sibling was, but sounds like developmentally he just completely stopped and actually like he couldn't walk anymore. That's just yeah, terrifying Yeah, so it seems like because he mentions that he had left the house over ten years ago, so it seems like they were there for many years. I was probably like five years or so. So yeah, it's hard to say how old is his younger brother was. Yeah, that was crazy. It was soon as we're talking about the close too. I was just like, man, why didn't you call it cops then? That it sounds like something bad happened there and you want to make sure that the data that you rhyme. Yeah, definitely wanted he wanted to know what was going on. He wanted to know more. You know, he's kind of like even it. I don't remember his age then, but he was investigating, right, He's like digging under his house. Uh yeah, I mean I assume for a reason. So obviously had an inkling of it. And I want to say a knack for this because it was kind of forced upon him, But it seems like he was completely aware in trying to get to the bottom of it a little bit, even though later, you know, war came to him obviously. Yeah, it definitely seemed that way. Uh. He also you know, started doing like you mentioned there at the end that he was started doing like haunted house investigations. So I imagine he's probably pretty uh, you know, almost obsessed in some degree with the with the whole thing. After having personal experiences like that, you'd have to be and to do something like that. It's just evidently fear is not a factor for you. Who Yeah, I mean yeah, I mean to me, I have all that crazy stuff happened to you and then still pursue it. He may be still afraid, but he wanted answers nevertheless. Oh yeah, definitely that's crazy lucause I found this bone down there. What it was a lot to take away from that. If you move in and there's a bunch of good luck stuff hanging up on the wall, and there's a bunch of stuff hanging up on the wall, maybe should research what that means, Kelly. Even through in the dial up internet, it's very important part of the story. Very nostalgic. Yeah, the give a feeling, you know, set the mood. I definitely had that, like you know, we had that like family computer thing where everyone gathered it around it well, even if you weren't using it, you were all kind of like in the same room together. Yeah, for sure, that was a good story. It's a good story. I like that one. Who do we have next together? Luke, you're up next for another story. Let me set the scene for you man. All right, This is the second story by the user that wrote the Another jail House one. I didn't mention. His name was the Coyote kid on Reddit. All right, So this is at the County jail again. One night. He was around three thirty am to four am. I was called to come to a sell box or leave the officer for a short time. He had a phone call in the off or something or something. When I got to the cell block, he says thanks, and he show it back before it sided to a check and leaves. So all the cells in this unit faced the desk and a small window so the inmates could look out. I sit at the desk and twiddled my thumbs for a few minutes when heard tapping sound coming from one of the cells. The ground to see where the tapping was coming from, and I hear it again, and then I hear a voice say, seventeen house. I look over at Cell seventeen on the corner. I see an inmate standing in the window tapping on his wrists, asking what time it is. I head up the number of fingers and he nodded for stepping back in the dark. A few more minutes went by and the officer still not come back. I looked at his log and I realized he was due for a check. I stood up and began going around the cell block, looking through the cell door windows to make sure all the inmates were safe and nothing was out of the ordinary. When I got to the cell seventeen with the inmate who asked me for the time, I shined my light into the cell and it was empty, like completely empty. No inmate, no bedding, no personal effects, nothing. I double checked that it was Sell seventeen. I finished my check. When I go back to the desk, I pulled the cell log that showed which inmates for each cell at seventeen was empty. I sat back at the desk and looked over again to make sure it was Sell seventeen that asked me in not eighteen or sixteen. Cell seventeen was in the corner and I was hermersent that it was that cell. When the officer got back and told him what happened, he thought that was strange. It had been out of service for about two weeks due to having a broken toilet. When I left the cell block, I went to the sergeant's office to ask him to pull the video of the incidant. As I know there was a camera in the face. Cell seventeen video showed me sitting at the desk. You could hear the tapping and the voice saying seventeen house and me holding up my fingers to show the time, but no face was in the window. Oh, I really don't like the prisons. Prisons are nothing to mess with. This guy is in like a hot spot paranormal activity at his job. Yeah, it seems like it. He's had a couple encounters already. And I liked the details in this story. You know, the checking of the cells is consistent between two stories, which adds a lot of credence to you know that it seems like it's real. And then you know, talking about working the night shift, the different uh, the way the positioning of the cells in that particular second room when he was at that one, and how they were slightly different than other maximum security unit. I just felt like, you know, the if this is a fake, this is a very good fake. Someone who definitely works at the jail. But I think these are actually real true stories, and if so, they're kind of he made himself. I do that just so I know that Jack might say something. At least you click it, Jack, and I just hit the damn microphone. I realized that when I'm at at it, and like Jack is always beating up his mic Oh yeah, yeah, Anyway, it happens all the time, right, in a bunch of different scenarios. So the likelihood of being one individual doing it to him a probably pretty low. But who knows. It sounds like some pretty elaborate prank that was the case, right, Yeah, at some point they will probably figured that out, I would think. So this guy prays a bunch of more stories. I assume I believe he does have a couple more. I'm curious if his coworkers are experiencing some of the same thing. You know. Well, yeah, they're obviously they also saw the ball hidden man, it was you know, not capturing on camera, you know, and it's time something was captured though, You're right, Yeah, they heard the voice and everything and the tapping, and yeah, he was responding, so it's very clear that he could see what he was looking at and looking in that direction. So, yeah, that's a good story. I like that one. I just think I wouldn't want to work in that environment, and kudos people that do it. It's it can't be easy, I know. No, I wouldn't want to work that without ghosts as it sounds like such a hard job, stressful situation. Yeah, high stress. Then you had throwing things like that. I can't even imagine what that would do to you. Just sounds insane. Do apologize though, because can you hear my dog barking? I guess you can probably hear a little bit more, but I couldn't tell if that's what it was. Yeah, that's what it is. So it kind of ruined the story for me because like this is a letterc this is what the story sounded like to me. Man, it just it not complicated, you know, not got that Rubik's cute man. You like tombuated blue red man, and you get one side and the messed up on the other side. I really like that one. I'm glad that one was for me. I even love the captions bouncing around. It worked out perfect because I didn't work it did through in half of that story for me. Just try to get on like my security cameras and be like shut up to the dog daring that story. Oh, can't live with him, can't without him. I need a cat like Luke, big old cat. I'm up next, right, I think this is this is my last story ye of the night. So let me set the mood up back for me now and we'll give it a go. Here. This I have titled pizza delivery scary story. You know, and I was excited to share this after Luke shared his pizza place scary stories. Uh so two weeks ago now I can't remember, but yeah, I'm excited. So pizza play scary story here. I recently graduated from high school and I work at a local pizza place as a delivery driver night to make a little extra cash. Friday and Saturday nights are always the busiest because everyone's either home or with a friend ordering food, so those were usually the nights I would work. We got a delivery order late one Saturday night, right before Chloe we closed at one am. Right before we closed, the call came in. It was a delivery order for a guy named Kyle. It was a small order. I think he only ordered a medium cheese pizza. He lived like ten minutes away from the store. After the order was done, I hopped in my car and put in the GPS in It populated the directions to his house, so eventually it led me to a short dead end street that veered off another dead end street. The house was the last one on this dead end road. It sat right next to the line of trees that ran along the side of it, and another side ran along the side of a highway. It's pretty much dead at this hour. Given how late of the hour it was, I didn't want to ring the doorbell, so I sat in my car and called this Kyle Guy's number. It rang once, then went to voicemail, so I hung up. Then I got a text from him selling me to come up to the door, so I did. I got to the big wooden front porch of the house and the front door opened. A bald guy opened the door. He didn't look very old. He looked like in his thirties, yet his head was completely bald. Maybe he was sick or just thought this look looked good on him, so I won't judge. However, his breath was discussing. He seemed to be quite drunk. Something was a little off. The payment was made through a credit or debit card, so usually there is no need to wait around for money. However, this Kyle guy asked me to come in put the pizza on the kitchen table while he went down to the basement and got the money for the tip. Said he left his walk down to the basement. I don't object to money, so I waited in his kitchen. The room was only lit up by a small light, so it's pretty dim in there. The house smelled disgusting, discussing as hell to beyond. I don't know what the smell was. Kyle was taking an awfully long time down there in the basement, fetching this tip that he talked about. So while the guy was gone, I figured and I'd start to wander around a bit. I stepped into the living room, which was adjacent to the kitchen. The TV was on, and I noticed the back door. I could see through the room that the back sliding glass door was half open. Maybe he was airing out whatever that god awful smell was. I walked to the back door, expecting to get a quick breath of fresh air, but the smell only got worse. Then finally I stepped outside to the back deck. I heard flies, the sound of swarming flies right by the door. Well, I guess there was a motion sensing light because as soon as it saw me movement, it turned on. This revealed two big black trash bags stuffed with two long objects. The smell was unbearable too. It took me a second to catch on to what I was most likely looking at. Suddenly waiting around from the tip didn't seem like a good idea. I went back inside and rushed to the front door, and as I'm doing so, nearly there, I heard and saw Kyle emerge from the basement, calling to me, waving a few singles in his hand. He saw me as I was about to reach for the door and out to open the door, and he asked where I was going. I had to come up with something, so I said, I was just rushing to check if I had left something in my car. He said, oh, okay, as he came over to me and handed me the bills. He then turned to the back door, sliding glass door to the porch, where the light was still on. He then looked back at me, with his gummy smile now disappearing. He asked me in a firm voice. Did you go to the backyard? Told him no. He just stared at me, not saying anything. I didn't care so much some more so I opened the door and let myself out, but not without him trying to grab me by my shoulder. As I got onto the first step, I yanked his hand off my shoulder and ran to my car. I saw him run back inside with the front door still open. I turned my car on, and then I sat and watched his front door, curious to see if he'd come back out. And he did. He came back out, running full speed towards my car with a big metal rod in his hand. I sped away from the house, ready to call the police and report him as soon as I got a little bit away. I called when I got down the block, making sure to leave him no time to dispose of those potential dead bodies. I waited down the block and saw the police cars pull up, literally within two minutes. I watched the whole thing come to find out. In fact, Kyle that's his real name, had already started moving the bags, which did contain dead bodies. He was trying to move into the bushes in his backyard. Everything about this guy was off from leaving the back door open to reveal dead bodies to it pizza delivery boy. The man was definitely deranged, but he also wasn't the smartest man around. He's take it. It takes some nerve to go wandering around somebody's house though, right Like, I've delivered pizzas back in my day in high school. I don't remember just think, oh this person, I'll be right back, I'm going to go wander around. You don't do that specifically so you don't uncount or anything like that. I've heard people, you know, they take a delivery and they get invited in. It's always an awkward thing. And then when you're in there, I you know, I've heard they do wander around. They could kind of like just check out the place, and well that makes you think twice for sure. I don't know if I would go in someone's house of the even if they're like, oh not, come on, come on in, I don't know. I guess I would. I would just be like no, no, no, no no, have you heard have you read online stories? Back in my day? Back in my day, there wasn't like as many cards when I was in high school, delivery pieces, right, like debit credit cards. So really it was like cash based. Yeah, but I imagine that majority of the time is probably cards now. But you might have that every once in a while where somebody wants to give you a few dollars cash and you understand why, like he waits around for it. To me, it's weird that the guy's got to go to the basement to get the money of it. He said he left his wall down there, So I guess that's one thing. But when you start pizza things together, like I smelled this freaking god awful smell of something, you gotta wonder, like how long would you stick it out? Before a year? At some point you got to said this is not worth it. I don't know what the tip's gonna be, but I don't. I don't need it. It's not gonna be enough, right, I mean it's like a medium pizza is that said? It was? Yeah, most was gonna make a couple of bucks. Someone said, what if they lured your end by saying, come look at these cool retro video games? Jack, dang it? Maybe? Okay, yeah, I probably, uh man, I don't know. So for me, just because I've done a lot of delivery back in the day, there were a couple of weird people. Do have you come in that that is a real thing and set something like on the counter or something. Yeah, like I've done that. But what about that moment when he like comes back up and they had this awkward exchange and he's like this flight o't ask him if he went to the backyard. He's so creepy, Like, how would you respond to that? Yeah, I would probably do is I guess what they did was trying to play cool and be like, no, no, I didn't do that, and then what backyard? Yeah, but like there was motion though, right, so like obviously motion light was on. He knew I was just say, like, I heard some raccoons back there or something like that, rout our parts. Raccoons would definitely be a thing going backyards, so he'd say, hew, do you know it's a raccoon? Yeah? Right, at this point, this gay kind of knows, right, I think I would just I got to get out of here. He didn't have to make fun of the guy for being bald, though. Can't escape it to way story very well, another very well unbrelvant one likelihood of this being true luke the end is what gets me, like because he could confirm that there were dead bodies somehow, but he didn't say like this guy's name was or whatever, or maybe not even that, but just say like this guy did end up going to jail. But then again, would you add a fear kind of leave it at that, or if I thought I was like in that situation, I would probably check up on and make sure whether or not this guy got arrested. Like if he came out I started, like, you know, presumably trying to attact me with some kind of metal rod. I would want to know did he get arrested. If he did, I would be all over that story. I would be like what happened, specifically what happened, because I would need to know to see So that guy like kind of like chased him out the front door, like the front of the porch, then he went back inside, Like I found it really interesting that he just sat there and waited to see if the guy would come back. Yeah. I don't know, but maybe you know, from trying to think get in that headspace, maybe they were almost hoping something would happen so that they could call the police, Like you know, before that it's just like spelled weird. You know, he may have grabbed me on the way out. I can't tell if he comes back out. I'm calling the cops. You know. Yeah, someone comes at you with a metal pipe for something, then you have grounds to call the cops. And yeah, that makes sense. Actually, I assume this all happened pretty quick too. Probably wasn't like I just sat there for minutes and waited. I'm sure like the guy ran in and grabbed the first grabbed it pretty quickly and got back out the door. Well, Luke, you have the last story tonight. Then we'll go into the our vote for the scaries story of the night. Then Jack will share a personal experience. So Luke will que you up and let you get to your last story. I was a sergeant in the US Army and getting out from the military when President Bush ordered more troops into Iraq in two thousand and three, and I just returned home to Austin, Texas. When I was summoned it to my local National Guard. It told I was being recalled to the army, but the unit was already that was tasked out to deploy to Iraq was already out. I was not part of the union, so the commander offered me a waiver to deploy with the government contractor Haliburton. I knew that would make more mo as a contractor, so I took the offer. Not long after arriving at Kuwait Camp Doudoha, again working with the operations team overseeing logistics affairs, we would oversee the daily convoy of supplies between Kuwait and Baghdad, a route riddled with ied incidents, small arms skirmishes, and almost constant breakdowns of army and civilian vehicles. Because I was a saw gunner in the first Infantry Division while inactive during duty and was technically still in the Guard, I was often in the convoys, manning a mounted weapon that accompanied the mostly civilian convoys. During these runs, we had a few strange encounters in area south of Baghdad known then as Camp Babylon, occupied by French troops but then designated an archaeological site for obvious reasons. Camp Babylon was set up in an area that was said to originally be inhabited by the famous Tower of Babel. Indeed, there are ruins here that did look like a massive structure once stood at that spot. I had two strange incidents happened to me while passing through there. The first incident seems a bit benign, but sets the move for the second. We're passing through Camp Babylon in the afternoon one day when a convoy took small arms fire. The standard operating procedure at the time was to stop the convoy in return fire. This was because in the past such incidents ended up being a long lone gunman attempted to scare the convoy into run into id's on the road. Because of this, we are drawers changed to stop the convoy dismount return fire while engineers look for explosive devices on the road. We scanned the horizon for enemies. Nothing They most likely led immediately. However, the ruins around Camp Babylon were alive with shadow figures. They seemed them move about the area. Several times we spot the figures, but they would immediately disappear. Contractor lying beside me with this weapon commented how odd that we were in the shadow of Babyl fighting supernatural. I didn't respond, but knew he was a mason high up one of that. He was really into the arcane aspects of Babylon. I didn't feel at the time that much was supernatural with sudden these shadowy and bizarrely small figures did seem so, and they darted about the structure. Once the road was deemed clear, we continued on to Baghdad. The second incident occurred about a month later. At this point, the weather in southern Iraqi Kuwait I turned quite cold at night. During this encounter, we had just completed the fire run to Baghdad and we're returning back to campada Ah and Kuwait when a vehicle on our convoy broke down once again. We found ourselves right at Camp Babylon. While the army mechanics took a look at the vehicle and the rest of us took up fighting positions around the area, strange things began to occur. Started with a strange light bobbing in the desert. Thinking it as a person with the flashlight, we used night vision goggles to watch and check it out. It was simply a glowing ball of light moving to where a set of ruins. After the initial contact with the light, few of us had moved forward away from the convoys see what the source was. After seeing it was self contained and not a person. We were a bit along then we heard sound that I will never forget. A long wailing began from one of the ruined structures foundations not far away. It sounded like a woman in agony, mixed with loneliness. On and on the sounds went while we huddled in the cold and dark, wondering what the hell we were listening to. With our goggles equipped, we used our flashlights to spotlight the ruins. You've ever done this, you'll know that a normal flashlight with night vision goggles looks like a massive beam of light. We scoured the area of a source of the whales or the ball light were seen. About this time, we were told via radio that the vehicle was repaired and ready to roll, so we decided to return to the convoy. I was slinging my sow over my shoulder when I noticed my contractor partner was staring at the ruins in horror. He was frozen. I shook him and he snapped out of a stupor, quickly leaving the area with the rest of us. Once we were back of the camp and it was pleasantly daylight the following morning, so several of us were chatting about the encounter Camp Bawl On before our daily operations briefing. It was then that I remember the terrified expression on the face of the contract, so I asked him about it. He was still obviously traumatized by the event, but managed to explain that as we were leaving our position on the standy hill, he saw a tall, dark figure standing beside the ruins. There's washing as we're looking for it, he said that he felt an instant way of despair hit him and thought he was going to die. He didn't leave in the area. His memory was in the humpy heading back to Kuwait. I now write non fiction books about haunted places for Luin Publishing, and visited hundreds of reputedly haunted spots, but I'll never forget the wailing figure at the ruins of Babbel. It's also worth noting that when I related this story to sober our Pakistani employees at Camp Doha and Camp are Found, they were quite horrified. I want them. A translator we called Artie, said we had encountered a jin or a damned spirit and we were lucky to be alive to tell the tale. That's intense, yeah, wor so scary than you have, Yes, you have shatary figures. You have you know, this this gin or whatever it was. Yeah, that would be very difficult to deal with, just just to see looking over the landscape and seeing all these shadow, shadowy shadow figures that had to be terrifying. Yeah. I think what makes even worse is he described them as being very small, like almost like a childlike size, darting between the structures. I'm sure they're like stuff like this happens all the time, but a lot of people just don't come forward with it. And war seems like it would like you know, if if these things are true, it would be like a definitely something that would manifest these sort of things, you know what I mean. Yeah, this would be like a location that would attract negative energy or evil spirits. I mean why that would be like a place to go if it was if there's some sort of war or battle that's happening, that would be where they would end up. It's also you know, it makes sense that like you know, military like soldiers would dismiss these things or not tell though we still end up finding out these stories like you know, you know, even going back to you know, stories from like Vietnam and things like they would hear there there are there are some soldiers who had supernatural experiences as well. Also, this is an area just filled with ancient traditions and magics and stuff that date back millennia, the very cradile cization with Babylon, and so there's definitely if there's going to be a place where something old and ancient and dark exists, it would be somewhere out there, just something that's been around for a long time, feeding on war energy or despair and waiting. Yeah. The translator said it all like I think a lot of times if you have like shadow people, I don't know if people always associate that with something so dangerous, because the translator said, like, you're lucky to be alive. Yeah, but you definitely seemed like he knew that this was something they should not have been near. You're just going about your normal route, doing your normal things, and it's that's terrify already had like several stories tonight where I've got now I gotta check, I'll check all the locks. We gotta get new locks from every week he gets new locks. This is a getting expensive. The fact that he mentions that he now writes books about humptings and stuff like that. I need to track down his books. Actually, I believe he linked it in one of the comments, so I'm wanting to check that out at some point. What was his name again, you don't know, he didn't give us. It's on the book. So once I looked at it, finally, Yeah, unless he's like a ghost writer, I really did me to do that. Well, I think we're at the point of night now where we gotta We'll take just a quick break. We'll play a clip, and while the clip is playing, we'll come back and try to I guess we'll just I don't want to say to babe, but we'll discuss what the scary story in our opinion of the night was. You saw the dog, didn't you? What dog? The black dog? You mean like the led Zephyn's song No Cruise, And that was what I'm talking about, don't you. I've heard truckers talk about it on the yard. They say it counts when you've been on the road too long and pushing too hard, when you get greedy, to say, it comes to take everything away from it, and it did. I was hauling a load up from Atlanta on my sixth straight Georgia run. It was my daughter's birthday and I thought I could make a homely time. It was on this long dark stretch of I seventy five. Was nothing to look up but the white line. When I saw it, it was in the middle of the road, coming straight at me with his teeth bared and eye staring. So I swore through this and I lost control. Where do you come up? It's for real West? Yeah, and I bet you've seen UFOs and aliens with big eyes just a black dog from a great movie? Is the West? Guy is a prick. He's kind of jerk, isn't he? Where did you come up? The Randy Travis is a great award worthy performance in the movie. By the way, it's quick to put him in his place, though, Hey he knows and I'm talking about Yeah, it's real West. The most amazing name ever, like Jack Cruise or Cruise. Yeah, yeah, that's the best name ever. Great movie. Anyways, though this kind of goes along with a scene there right the black dog comes. It's terrifying and bad things happened. So that being said, Luke, what was your in your opinion, the most scary story of the night. I gotta say that first of all, with you said with the roommate and like, but he came into his room in the middle of the night after Yeah, he went into his other room to found that water bottle and stuff in there and the possible blood stains. That was terrifying. He said it was wine though you stay say it was wine. Jack. So I have a chuffdown deciding between the prison story with the inmates in in room seventeen, which was an empty room, and the the the both the both the prison stories were pretty rough to kind of like visualize, and it just kind of like, you know, seeing things and you're constant, you know, you're you're absolutely certain you can see it that that's uh that something that really affects affects me for sure. Yeah. I mean it's hard for me to get past that first story too, because I felt like it was just so simple yet real. I don't know if that makes sense what I'm saying. Yeah, I liked that last story too, though. I think it was just terrifying, uh, because these guys already in are like a really bad mental space just from the effects of war then your experience and stuff like that. You know, I guess people would say, you know, did that cause that like a hallucination or I Nevertheless, it wouldn't be any less terrifying. I mean it wouldn't matter. Oddly enough, Jack, this is strange. We have people asking for a story from you from your real life experience, and before we which is weird because before we went on the air here Jack said he was going to finish the episode off tonight, but talking about a story from his real life experience. So the people are asking for it, dude, I mean you can't fight that, Okay, So this story is actually I don't know how familiar are with how familiar you are with reoccurring dreams, because you get used to them. They're the same, They're the exact same the first time that happened. They're very jarring, they're very you know, it's just it's usually, at least for me, it's usually some kind of night So some people have recurring dream where it's just like a regular dreams. For me, it's usually a nightmare. It started when I was really really young, So I was playing outside with like toys or something like that, and I would I would I was on the front portion it would be like a gust of wind. It would get a chill. I would look up and everyone was gone. You know, I grew up with ten or twelve people in the same house easily, so this was very and you'd be completely alone, except there was one person staring at me at the edge of the front yard. He would always be wearing like a robes, maybe like Monk Monkish robes, you know, like kind of like drab kind of color, a rope like sash around his waist and his head his he had like a hood, but it was it was pulled back. It's very short, kind of stalking me, and he would just stare directly at me. I immediately would get this feeling that I should leave. I would stand up and I'd keep my eyes on. I'd walk into the house, close the door, look out the window, and he would still be staring. Usually I would wake up around that point. It was very difficult to process when I was a little kid, but you know, it's a dream. But then I started having the dream again and again. It actually got to the point that I would know I'm in a dream, and because I was so used to this, I was almost expecting it and it would never change. I would feel the gust of wind. It was really about the gust of wind where I would realize, Okay, I'm in a dream. I know what's going to happen. Next, look up, everyone's gone. I see this man standing at the edge of the yard. I would keep my eyes on and I would walk into the house and close the door, look out the window, almost like this will wake me up. Now I will look out the window, I'll see him. The dream will end. And I had this for several years to the point that it was at that point it was normal, didn't it wouldn't affect me anymore. The only thing that changed was that I would get older in the dream I was now. I was always the age that I was what I had it, so, maybe starting at like ten and then eleven and twelve. Eventually we moved to a new house that didn't have a yard, and he would stand at the edge of the drive. There was the gravel drive. But I was maybe not playing the toys anymore. I was just maybe standing outside or something like that. Even though it didn't scare me, I guess I always woke up with like a chill, like a like a spine tingling chill. You feel on the back of your neck, you feel it on your arms like goosebumps, and nothing would change except for one day. I stare at him and he takes one single step forward. I was terrified in the dream. I was terrified. I recognize it was a dream, but this is something that's not supposed to happen. At this point, something was different and it shouldn't have happened. I turned around, I take off running towards the house. I slammed the door. I look out the window and he's not there. I wasn't watching it while I was walking towards the house. I will always step away, keeping my eyes on him until I would get in. This time, I turned her out ran I don't know where he is. This became the normal dream for a while, and this one always unsettled there. I never got used to this one. A few years go by again I keep having it, to the point that I think, I guess this is just my life. Now I'm going to have this dream over and over again. You know, you know you always wake up after a night it's like okay, you know, you feel around, you make sure you're you're fine. This isn't really this doesn't really happen, but you still can't shake that feeling for a while. And that was that was you know, annoying to some degree because you know, couldn't give a good nice to sleep. Whenever I would have this dream, it kind of escalated a little bit. He would take more than one step at or multiple steps. Eventually he was just it wasn't running, It was just a constant walk towards me. And I could never keep track of him because I tried to run as fast as I could to get back in the house because at the very least I could wake up, I had to dream one more time. I think, maybe on my twenties. And I make it back to the house, I spin around, shut the door, and I looked through the window of the door, and there he is, face almost pressed against the glass, and he's pushing through the door. I can't I'm running, ramming my shoulder into it. I can't close it. And I'm thinking, because anyone be young, because there's no one like I said that. Every time everyone just disappears. They can't get any assistance because there's no one around. And he's speaks in this strange voice. You know, you think it like a scary voice that must be deep or loud or you know, violent, it's calm and almost kind of quiet. He looks at me and he says, why won't you let me in? And I just give everything I can. I know instinctively knows something is wrong. It's always bothered me, whatever this is, and I ram into the door. It finally clicks locks, like flipped the lock. I looked up and he's gone. I have not had that dream since, but I'm convinced that if I had let him in, something terrible. I don't know what it is. I don't know what it means, but I have never had that dream since then, because now I'm thinking a recurring dream i'd have not quite that pretty scary, but not to that level. I used to have this dream that and sometimes my friend or two would be with me, and sometimes just me. I would be in this big concrete place and we'll just concrete everywhere, and this figure it never be actually chasing me. He'd be walking and no matter how fast iran, whenever I turned around, he would be there. And the weird part about those dreams were sometimes I would wake up, fall back asleep, and it would pick back up right where it was, and sometimes it would be a week later it'd picked back up where it left off again. It was like one continuous loop. It was kind of like he was kind of like Michael Myers but not quite. It's scary even, but he was just like after me, but never really wanted to catch me. It's weird, like, so if he was literally able to, like I was never able to make ground on him, he could have caught me. It's almost like he didn't want to catch me. That's what your story reminded me of. That was kind of how I got I know, it's kind of the same feeling. It was just that in you know, like instinct to just get away. And I don't even know exactly why. But it's weird because like when I had these dreams, I was in almost in like another world. It felt like another world in a whole different place, but yours is like this, like maybe this a different world but at the same place at your house. Yeah, it's just weird. Yeah, it's very very wild. It was unsettling for the longest time. I was expecting to have the dream again, you know, because I had it for I don't know, fifteen years probably at that point. How often were you having it? Did it Did it end at least once a week? Did you ever have two in the same night or not? No, every time it would end kind of pretty formulaic. As soon as I would look out the window, I would wake up. It would be basically the next day, you know. It was like, gready to be awake. I know what you're saying, though, because I knew it was a dream when this happened to me, and I would think I'm going to wake up from the dream, and it was so long ago and trying to remember exactly, but I almost feel like I could wake myself up then when I couldn't, that was terrifying. So like you were fully aware that this was a dream. Yeah, certainly, after after you do it enough times, after you get the same dream over and over again, I feel like it's like, oh, I've been here before. I kind of know what's going to happen next. At the same time, I still want to be awake because this is terrifying. Did this guy in your dream look like anything you had, anybody, or anything you'd seen before. No, he actually I meant to describe his face. It was it was very big, like I mean like wide, like almost and also I say cartoonishly wide, but like to the point that it would, you know, take up the entire window. Not like it wasn't like a big window. This was just like a door. So I would say maybe like twice the size of my head or so. So it was just like a very big face. You know. There was something off putting about it. It was almost like a yeah I did mention that cartoony kind of look, because it was almost like is if someone was drawing a face that was trying to make a really ugly looking face. That was kind of like the way I describe it, whenever you woke up, did you actually ever go check out the one do in real life? I did, But like I said, you know, I grew up with like when I was younger, it was like twelve to fifteen people, so there was like this pretty good sense of security. I guess I could say, you know, I had to kind of climb over other people who were asleep to go look out the front door. As I got older, there was shiking your humble line movie. Yeah, it was kind of like that. It's a good question though. I like that question. Yeah. Someone else asked how deep of a pitch. Was the voice? No, it was like really soft. It was almost like a like you said, calm, yeah, calm, it was like soft. How big was the person? So a lot of people were being asked for a better description of the person, right, So I actually do remember this person most of the time. I would say, like right at five foot maybe a little bit less even, like very kind of kind of you know, kind of on the shorter scale. You know. I definitely got the feeling that this person was an adult. However, when it came to the door, I was actually more shocked than they were able to be at the window, like my at my eyes, did he look different than ever before? He always looked the same. He always looked the same. I never got quite that good of a view of his face before that point because he was always at the end of the driveway or at the end of the yard or something like that. But this was like face to face, like it was like the only thing separating us was the glass. And well, yeah, like I said, it was, it was terrifying. It was terrifying at the time. And how did he stand well normally, I mean I guess you would say just kind of like kind of relaxed. I guess. I would say relax would be the best way to put. His shoulders were down. It was almost like he was just passively watching me. It's staring directly at me. Obviously was the only one around in the dream. And then when he was walking towards me, was very clearly you know, you can kind of like, get look at my eyes. That's kind of like he was just kind of looking directly anyone. Did you ever tell anybody? I think I did, But you know, it's like most of the time with a dream, you know, it's like you tell someone a dream and it's almost never quite as interesting as it is to yourself, I guess. And also it never seemed to resolve, and so I didn't really know what to say about it other than there was a guy that was watching me. And as it started to escalate over the years, I was so used to it that I felt like this was just this was just for me. I don't know what it means, but it's just for me. And after it was completely over, I was like I had to really go back and really analyze everything that happened. It was like, wow, this is yeah, I don't know how to describe it other than this is just like a dream of a guy who was I guess trying to get into the house all along. I guess someone else is asking, did you ever think about doing something different in the dream? What would happen? Actually? I was always scared of doing something different. That was the one thing I was like, if I do something different, what is he going to do? I know that if I get in the house, I close the door and then I can wake up. That was always my number one priority. When things started changing, I did try something else. I did like try to, I don't know, run to a different door. There was the front door, in the back door of the house. I would try to figure out, like do I need to do something different to make him go back to not walking on to the yard. You know, it's you know, you're in that moment of like in a dream space where things sometimes make sense and sometimes it don't make sense, and so you just kind of try to make a decision. Some good questions. When did you know that the dream had started? Was there a transition from another dream? How long it did the dream to take you to realize before you're in this scenario. When I first had the dream. I had had weird nightmares before, you know, like I don't know, running from a wheat thresher or something like that in the field. Weird stuff, terrifying, and I'm like, oh it did never happened again. It was just like, oh, that was a weird dream that was kind of scary. I'm glad it's not real, you know. Like I said, I was like maybe nine ten when I first started, and when it started happening more than once, I would wake up and go, oh, that's the exact same dream, and then having a couple more times, and then it was at some point maybe I had a six seventh time that that's when I started to like acknowledge it in the dream. Have had any more questions pop up? Luke? What do you think? This is the first time I've heard this dream. This is very odd because you nort really you know, Jack would tell me stuff like this. But then again, I kept the ghosts from himself. Yeah, I had the internive events. Yeah, I've had recurring dreams before. You guys both described it somewhere kind of thing like a person coming at you or something like that. Mine were never like that, but they were. I did have a recurring nightmare of this creature that would always kill someone in my family, and I would wake up realizing I failed again to stop happening, and after a while I kind of got a sense that I could control the dream, so I would try to stop it the next time. Always failed. Every time. It was probably about seven or eight years, I would have the same type of dream, the same creature. I actually needed to maybe use like something like so sure of ai art assistant or something to draw it at some point, because I could tell you, well, well, you know, I could break it down after to think about it for a few minutes. But he was always something horrible, something I've never seen before in any movie or now, and it was the same thing. But yeah, this to me that that seems a little more silly than like Jack's and yours did, because something about those two dreams seems unsettling, like something else that shouldn't be here was there. Looking back at it, You're always like, well, would have happened if I would have approached this being or whatever it was? In my case, it was a man that had to mask and I never really knowed. I can't even describe what the person looked like. If that makes sense. It was so it's like he was always just far enough away but never close, but always never not far away. I mean, I don't know how to describe it. But so you've looked into this some more, Yeah, I have, Well, yeah, I have, and I'm like, oh, this, this face, this is this is almost exactly like that character from the dream. And I guess so I'm trying to think of when this was I had last had the dream. Maybe it was so it was in my twenties, so like seven eight years ago, probably was one of the last time I had this dream. So it's so crazy that he had moved. He would go to your different houses too. Yes, everything was Yeah, like I was suddenly we had like three different places we lived at, maybe three or four, and I was always in wherever I was currently been another interesting recording, but another cool episode here that we've laid out. Yeah, I don't I don't know, mix some mix. Think about your dreams, you know, how much do they really mean? Like a lot of people are really into like what your dreams mean, and you know, I never really have that. But thinking about this, it's like every you have to dream something for a reason, right, Like it's obviously you can't. You're always dreaming when you're going to, like any sleep cycle at all, you just don't remember it. But it makes you wonder, like what how you generate these thoughts about these dreams that you do remember. Some of them are happy, some of them are sad, some of them are scary. But it makes you wonder, like what elevates your brain to like generate that. Yeah, definitely the question of like why did I dream? Sometimes even just asking that sometimes it gets me a little bit, like, I, no doubt don't have the answer for that, and so it kind of it kind of creeks me out a little bit. Yeah, it's it's a creepy thing. I need like a pick me up. I got to play the black dog here one more time. You saw the dog, didn't you? The black dog? I've heard truckers talk about it on the yard to say it comes to take everything away from it, and it did. I don't know why that that killed me. I actually saw a black dog, I think one time. No, this was years and years ago. We were out late moving some restaurant equipment. We were out very late where it was around four or five in the morning at this point. I think at that point it's just very early. Yeah. I was sitting in the back of a truck. We have been driving down the highway for a while and I look out and by back of the truck, I mean like pick up bed and I was back there with some of the equipment and I look off to the side and it's not dog, but I see a shadow person running alongside the car. And we take a turn, it's gone. Yeah, that was a really I you know, you could probably chalk it up to the fact that I was running out of the fumes and I actually had to get up for work in like three hours, so when we got back all my I almost look like a couple hours after that. But yeah, I was pre burnt out and we had moved this equipment all night long. I see this thing running beside the truck. I was actually in the truck with you. I remember you tapped my shoulder and said, look at this. And that's right when we made that turn, and I don't know, I saw some shadow. I couldn't quite make it out, but I was like, we have to go. I don't know what's going on, but I don't want to be outside right now. My reaction to Scary Stories. It's horrible. Oh we've been recorded away too long. I've getting very really slap happy at this point in time. Yeah, a lot to make light of their black doll glue or black band. And it was a creature. I don't know what you said it was, but shadow person. That's terrifying though actually kind of like that guy described in that War one. It was like a very small figure of a shadow creature. I think, guys, that puts a rap on this episode of your Scary Stories. Of course, joining us live, thank you very much. New clips up on the YouTube on at my YouTube page. Podcast Father Jeff Townsend has all the Joe Towns media stuff up there. We've just going with that for now. I already have a little bit of a following interesting story real quick, and we'll lead on this note. So I had it. I was with Go Daddy customer support the other day, the whole mess I had to get help fixing. But a person on there said, by the way, I really want to check out this show. 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