Horror Stories

00:05 Hello everyone and welcome back to Horror Stories. I know many of you use these episodes to fall asleep, so before you drift off, I'd love it if you could leave a comment letting me know where you're listening from around the world. 00:17 Also, don't forget to like and subscribe if you're enjoying the episodes. 00:26 STORY 1 After my divorce, I did not want to be near anyone. 00:32 I spent six months bouncing between my brother's guest room and outrageously expensive extended stay hotels until I remembered the old farmhouse my uncle left us. 00:44 It sat on 15 acres just outside Franklin, Tennessee, untouched since he passed away. 00:51 I had gone there as a kid, but I had not stepped through the door since the funeral. 00:56 Empty, dusty, and quiet. 00:58 Perfect. 01:00 I was not looking for comfort. 01:02 I was looking for silence. 01:04 And if I am honest, maybe a place where I could fall apart in peace. 01:09 I requested leave from the department, loaded up the truck, and left with a few boxes of essentials and no real plan. 01:17 My uncle never had children, and my father had no interest in the house, so it had just been sitting there, waiting. 01:24 The property was overgrown, but the structure held up. 01:28 A big wrap-around porch, wooden floors that creaked, and a gravel driveway that sounded like static when you pulled in. 01:37 The front door had a sticky hinge and the wallpaper was peeling in some places, but it felt solid. 01:44 More importantly, it felt like a place where no one would bother me. 01:49 I remember standing in the living room the first night, taking it all in. 01:54 The house had a particular weight to it. Cold in the corners, even with the heat on. and it smelled faintly of cedar and dust. 02:03 It was not exactly welcoming, but it seemed like a place where I could be left alone. 02:09 That was all I wanted. 02:11 I made myself some instant coffee, sat on the floor with my back against the wall, and let the silence settle over me like a blanket. 02:20 It was the first time in months that I was not surrounded by people trying to fix me. 02:25 My days found a rhythm, cutting firewood, reading, cooking, sleeping. 02:31 I replaced a few broken windows, restained the porch steps, and started clearing the brush out back. 02:39 I spent hours walking the perimeter of the land, trying to remember the stories my uncle used to tell me when I was a kid. 02:47 I am not the type to jump at every creek. 02:50 I have seen house fires, car crashes, people on the worst days of their lives. 02:55 So when the floor complained upstairs at night, I chalked it up to old wooden temperature changes. 03:02 That house had its own voice. 03:04 It groaned, sighed, and clicked as if it were settling into itself. 03:08 But by the second week, the sounds became more specific. 03:12 Footsteps pacing back and forth. 03:15 And one night, the only thing I could describe as something dragging across the floor. 03:21 I would hear it for a minute and then it would stop, never during the day, always between 2 and 4 a.m. 03:29 It started to feel like a routine, like someone or something was stretching its legs while I lay still downstairs. 03:36 I went up to look the morning after the first time I heard it. 03:40 Nothing was out of place, just two bedrooms and a dusty hallway with the wallpaper lifting at the edges. 03:48 One door did not latch properly. 03:50 I thought maybe it was moving with the draft. 03:53 I wedged it shut with an old towel. 03:56 That night I heard it creak open anyway. 03:59 I took it as a challenge and started closing every door upstairs before going to bed. 04:05 I would make a mental checklist. Closet closed, guest room door pushed in until I heard the click. I even took pictures once to reassure myself, but in the morning I would find another one open again. 04:19 Not wide open, just a few inches, as if someone had poked their head out and then changed their mind. 04:25 I started dreading the check. 04:28 It became routine, like brushing my teeth. 04:31 Check the doors, check the locks and try to sleep. 04:35 I did not tell anyone. 04:37 What would I say? 04:39 Hey, I think there is a door upstairs in my dead uncle's farmhouse that opens by itself. 04:46 I assumed it was stress, or maybe sleepwalking. 04:50 After a divorce, you learn to live with odd things. 04:53 My ex used to joke that I could sleep through a tornado, but that place made me hypersensitive to every sound. 05:01 Until that morning came. 05:03 I walked into the kitchen and found every cupboard open. Not cracked open, wide open. 05:09 The drawers too. 05:10 I stood there in my boxers, just staring. 05:14 It was still dark outside. I had not even made coffee yet. 05:18 I remember checking the back door. Locked. Nothing broken. Nothing missing. No sign of forced entry. 05:26 It was the first time I felt real unease. 05:29 I showered, got dressed and drove into town. 05:33 I bought a deadbolt and a padlock for the attic. 05:36 I had not even gone up there yet. 05:39 Something about the way the ceiling creaked above my bed had started to make me feel like I was not the only one hearing it. 05:46 I also grabbed a pack of cheap motion sensors. They could not hurt. 05:51 When I got back, I secured the attic and started sleeping with a flashlight and a pry bar beside the bed. 05:58 I kept telling myself, it is probably nothing. 06:02 Maybe the cabinet hinges are warped. 06:05 I had lived alone before but never somewhere this isolated. 06:09 The nearest neighbor was almost a mile away. 06:12 If I screamed, no one would hear me. 06:15 The silence began to feel like something watching you. A thick silence that pressed in from every side. 06:22 Weeks went by. The noises continued and I stopped going upstairs at night altogether. 06:30 If someone wants to rot up, they're fine. Just do not come down. 06:35 Even then I did not consider it enough to call the sheriff. 06:39 The last thing I needed was to become the guy who sees ghosts in a town I barely belonged to. 06:44 People already looked at me like an outsider with baggage. 06:49 Then one morning I went to check the attic lock. 06:52 It was broken. 06:53 Not picked, snapped clean through. 06:57 The metal latch was bent and the screws looked as if they had been ripped out of the wood. 07:02 My breath caught. I had not heard anything that night. No banging, no creaking, but something had broken that lock and it had done it silently. 07:12 I opened the attic door slowly. The air smelled stale like smoke soaked into wood. 07:19 I climbed the ladder with the flashlight in one hand and my breath held. 07:23 I expected mice, maybe signs of raccoons or birds. 07:28 There were three cigarette butts lined up beside the window, an old blanket folded like a cushion, a half-full plastic bottle of water, a peanut butter granola bar wrapper. 07:40 Everything arranged carefully, as if someone had been staying there or planned to come back. 07:47 I backed down the ladder. closed the attic and stood in the hallway for a long time, listening. 07:53 Nothing, just the house breathing around me, the old wood settling. 07:58 I went outside and circled the property in a wide loop. 08:01 No signs of forced entry, no tire tracks, no broken windows. 08:07 I checked the shed, the well, the chicken coop that had not seen chickens in a decade. 08:13 Nothing. 08:14 That night I barricaded myself in the bedroom. 08:18 I did not sleep. 08:20 I lay there with the flashlight aimed at the door. 08:23 The motion sensor by the stairs never went off. 08:26 That was almost worse. 08:28 Around 3.30 I heard the floor complain above my head, then a soft tap. 08:34 And again, not footsteps pacing back and forth, not dragging, more like someone readjusting themselves. 08:43 I stayed rigid until sunrise, the coffee tasted like rust. 08:48 The next night I waited. Flashlight, iron bar, phone in hand. 08:54 If I heard anything I told myself I would call the sheriff. 08:58 I had to. It was already past the point of pride. 09:02 At 2.48 am I heard movement upstairs. I slid out of bed, moved into the hallway on tiptoe and waited. 09:12 More creaking, and then nothing. 09:14 I climbed the stairs slowly, the flashlight off until I reached the top. 09:20 Then I switched it on. 09:22 The hallway was empty, but the attic door was open, wider than before. 09:27 I went up, my hand shaking. The blanket was still there. The bottle, the cigarette butts. 09:33 And one more, still lit. 09:36 The smoke had not even reached the ceiling. 09:39 I turned around and ran down the stairs, out the door and into the truck. 09:44 I do not remember unlocking it. 09:46 I only remember the headlights cutting across the corner of the house as I pulled away. 09:52 And then I heard it, the back door slamming shut. 09:56 I slept in a motel that night, called the sheriff from the lobby, and told them everything. To their credit, they took it seriously. They went out, searched thoroughly, took statements, logged evidence. They found the cigarette butts and the broken attic latch, but no fingerprints, no signs of forced entry. 10:16 They said maybe I had startled a drifter. 10:20 I went back the next day, changed all the locks, installed motion sensor lights, and nailed the attic door shut. 10:28 I stayed three more nights with a knife under my pillow. 10:32 On the fourth, I left before sunrise and never went back. 10:40 Story 2 I have been working as a rural mail carrier in Jasper, Alabama for almost seven years. The same route Monday through Saturday. 10:51 Dusty roads, dented mailboxes, and every now and then, a rusty refrigerator sitting in someone's yard as if they were going to fix it someday. 11:02 My road adds up to about 60 miles if you count the gravel loops and the stretches where I have to double back. 11:08 You get used to it. 11:10 To the landscape. To the dogs that bark until you have gone around two bends. 11:16 To the silence. 11:17 It has its own rhythm. 11:20 Almost nothing changes. 11:22 It feels safe. 11:23 Or at least it used to. 11:26 Rural work puts you on autopilot in no time. You memorize every turn. Which houses get nothing but flyers? 11:34 Which mailboxes are still held together with duct tape? 11:38 You know who just lost a dog and who bakes pies and leaves them cooling outside like we are still in the 1950s? 11:45 I even had mental nicknames for some places. 11:48 The porch sitter's house, the duct tape mailbox, and the one with the plastic flamingos that multiply when no one is looking. 11:57 It was monotonous, yes, but I liked it. 12:01 Last summer in early August was when I started noticing something strange along one of the most isolated stretches of my route, County Road 39, past the Bailey Farm. 12:12 There is a mobile home there that has been empty for years. 12:15 The yard is nothing but brush and ruined furniture. The windows are boarded up. No electricity, no water. 12:23 The mailbox rusted and hanging from a single screw. 12:27 That is why I was surprised to see a man standing beside it. 12:31 Tall, thin, wearing an old military jacket and jeans that were too short for his legs. 12:37 He was not holding anything, did not wave. 12:41 He just stood there, with the brim of his cap shading his eyes, staring straight ahead. 12:47 I nodded at him as I passed, but he did not react. 12:51 The next day the same man, in the same place, and I had no mail to deliver. 12:57 He did not move. 12:59 On the third day he was already there when I took the curve. 13:03 Same position, as if he had not moved since the day before. 13:07 His stillness unsettled me. 13:09 It was not just that he did not move, it was how completely still he was, like a statue. 13:16 I wrote it down in my log in case it became useful later. 13:20 When I mentioned it to the dispatch supervisor, he shrugged and said, The mobile home has been vacant since 2016. 13:29 Probably a squatter. 13:31 Keep an eye on it. 13:33 On the fourth day, he was gone. 13:35 That night, I came home from work and found my mailbox open. The flag was up, but there was nothing inside. 13:43 I do not send mail from home. 13:45 Never have. 13:47 I assumed some kid had been messing around, but it kept happening. 13:51 The next day, same thing. Flag up, no letter. 13:55 On the third morning, there was an envelope inside. Blank. No stamp, no return address, no markings at all. 14:04 A plain white envelope sealed neatly. 14:07 I opened it, empty. 14:10 I stood there holding it for a while. 14:12 I thought about the man, about the boarded-up mobile home, and then I threw the envelope in the trash and went on with my day. 14:20 But that night something did not feel right. 14:23 I could not get it out of my head. 14:26 At 2.14am, my porch motion light came on. 14:30 I checked the security camera footage. 14:32 Nothing had triggered the recording, but the light stayed on for almost three minutes. 14:37 When I looked at the porch, the doormat had been moved, folded in half. There had been no wind that night. Nothing else was out of place. 14:46 I went back through the footage from the rest of the week. 14:50 On Wednesday morning the camera caught one single frame. 14:54 A blurry figure beside my mailbox at 2.17am. 14:58 Just one frame and then nothing. 15:01 No tracks, no second appearance, just that frozen image. 15:06 I paused the video and studied it. It was grainy, but I could make out the jacket, the short jeans, the posture. 15:14 It was him. 15:16 I called the sheriff's office. They sent out a deputy. 15:20 He walked the property, looked around and told me the usual. 15:24 No signs of intrusion, nothing stolen or damaged. 15:28 Probably a drifter, he said, just passing through. 15:33 That did not explain the envelope or what happened the next night. 15:37 I did not sleep. 15:39 Right at 2 a.m., the porch light came on again. 15:42 I went outside with a bat in my hand, but no one was there. 15:46 The stillness was overwhelming. 15:49 It felt like even the air did not want to move. 15:52 The next morning I found a second envelope, same as the first, nothing written on it. 15:59 This time when I opened it there was a single sheet of paper inside, folded once with no writing anywhere, just folded. 16:07 That was when I started checking the mailbox three times a day. 16:11 I bought a locking box and kept it beside the house. 16:15 I started carrying pepper spray on my route. 16:18 The barking stopped being background noise. 16:21 I drove slower, scanning every field as if I were expecting something. 16:26 I stayed at a friend's house the next night. I told him I was having electrical problems at home. 16:33 He did not ask much. 16:35 I did not explain much either. 16:38 When I came back two days later, everything looked normal. 16:42 But as soon as I stepped into the bedroom, my stomach tightened. 16:46 On my pillow was the first envelope, the one I had thrown away. 16:51 I checked the doors, all locked, windows secured, no signs of forced entry, no footprints, nothing. 17:01 That night I stayed with the lights on, listening. 17:04 Around 2 a.m. I heard a soft tap, not on the door, on the window, just once. 17:11 I left again, this time for a week. 17:14 I could not shake the strange feeling that I was not alone, that he had followed me. 17:20 Eventually I requested a transfer. I told my supervisor I needed a change. 17:26 They gave me a desk position at the main office. 17:30 Sorting mail, handling complaints. 17:33 No long roads, no isolation. No mailboxes with people standing beside them who should not be there. 17:41 A month later I moved out of that house. 17:43 Even so, sometimes when I visit friends nearby and pick up their mail for them, I catch myself looking down the road for longer than I should. 17:52 And every now and then, I drive past the same mobile home on County Road 39. 17:58 It is still boarded up, still abandoned. 18:02 But the mailbox is no longer hanging from one screw. It has been replaced, new shiny with a flag that is always raised. 18:11 Last week, someone at the front desk handed me an inter-office envelope. No name. 18:17 Inside was a blank sheet of paper folded once and no one knows who left it. 18:22 I never saw the man again, but I still check the camera every night just in case. 18:33 Story 3 My parents sent me to stay with my grandfather at the winter I turned 16. 18:40 He had just had hip surgery and could no longer move around the way he used to. 18:45 They thought I could give him a hand while school was on break. 18:48 And honestly, I was happy to go. 18:51 It meant escaping the noise of my house for a few weeks. 18:55 Besides, I always liked the way his place felt. 18:59 A little removed from everything. 19:01 Simple. 19:03 Still he lived alone, two hours from Bismarck, in a small cabin tucked between pine trees and hills packed with snow. 19:11 One of those places where time slows down, where you do not hear cars or sirens, only the wind moving through the branches and every now and then the crack of ice. 19:22 The drive was long. The last gas station was 25 miles from his house, and as soon as you left the main road, the forest swallowed you. 19:31 No neighbors, no street lights, just a gravel road that wound between the trees like a vein. 19:38 Cell phone service disappeared somewhere between mile marker 17 and the turnoff to his driveway. 19:45 The cabin had one bedroom, a tiny guest room, a narrow kitchen, and a living room that smelled of cedar and ash. 19:53 Inside there was silence, not a sinister kind but a muffled one, as if the walls had absorbed years of stillness, and in the middle of the living room sat his recliner, a big, faded, dark brown chair with worn arms and a depression so deep it looked as though it had swallowed him over time. 20:15 That chair was forbidden territory. It always had been. 20:20 Even as a child, I knew not to sit there. 20:23 It was his spot, his anchor. 20:27 Every memory I had of him, coffee, books, the radio, baseball games, was tied to that chair. 20:35 After the surgery, he was slower. 20:37 He grimaced in pain when he moved, though he grumbled if I tried to help him too much. 20:43 I made simple meals, stacked firewood, swept. 20:47 At night we watched old movies. He would fall asleep mid-conversation, with the television flickering. 20:54 The first night after helping him to bed, I sat in the guest room with a book. 21:00 Around midnight I heard a creak from the living room. Not a random snap of the wood, but a steady rhythm, back and forth, like someone gently rocking in a chair. 21:11 I stopped to listen then got up and peeked down the hallway. 21:15 Nothing. 21:16 Darkness. 21:18 The recliner still. 21:20 The fire had gone out. 21:22 I blame the house. 21:24 Old houses always make noises. 21:27 The next morning I mentioned it. 21:29 He barely looked up from his eggs. 21:32 This old house talks to itself, he said, especially in winter. 21:38 Night 2. 21:39 I heard it again. 21:41 This time louder and something else. Breathing. 21:45 A low rough exhale that made me sit up in bed. 21:48 I almost opened the door but I talked myself out of it. 21:52 Night 3. I got up for water around 2am. 21:56 When I stepped into the hallway I froze. There was someone in the recliner. 22:01 It was not my grandfather. 22:03 He was tall, thinner, wearing a grey zip-up jacket. 22:08 His skin was pale. 22:10 He was sitting with his head tilted down, as if he were looking at the fire that was not lit. 22:16 His hands rested on the arms of the recliner, not moving, not trembling, just placed there. 22:24 I stared at him for about five seconds before backing silently into my room and locking the door. 22:30 The next morning I asked my grandfather if anyone had come over. 22:34 He shook his head. 22:36 No one visits anymore. What for? 22:40 And nothing else. No joke, no sarcasm. 22:44 He kept eating as if he had not said anything strange. 22:48 The fourth night I did not want to sleep. 22:51 I stayed in bed in the dark, staring at the ceiling. 22:55 The creaking started again. then stopped, and then started back up. 23:01 I tiptoed to the hallway and peeked around the corner. The recliner was empty, but the smell hit me. 23:09 Cigarette smoke. Not fresh, faint, but unmistakable. 23:14 My grandfather had quit smoking ten years earlier after a health scare. 23:19 Now he hated the smell, yet it clung to the air like something embedded in the walls. 23:25 I opened a window and said nothing in the morning. 23:28 By then I was carrying my phone with me at night. 23:31 I wanted to catch it, to prove to myself that something was happening. 23:36 Night 5. 23:38 The creaking woke me again. 23:40 I grabbed my phone, turned on the camera and moved slowly down the hallway. 23:45 The recliner was moving back and forth, with no one sitting in it. 23:50 I recorded 20 seconds. There were no gusts of wind and the floorboards were not vibrating. 23:57 The chair rocked as if someone had just stood up and forgotten to stop it. 24:02 The next morning I showed the video to my grandfather. He watched it without blinking. 24:07 Then he handed the phone back to me. 24:10 He used to sit there, he said, when I was a boy. 24:15 I frowned. Who? 24:17 He did not answer. 24:19 That night I heard him get up. 24:22 I stayed in bed, listening as he shuffled in his slippers to the living room. 24:27 The rocking did not start again, only silence. 24:31 The next morning the recliner was turned toward the window. 24:35 When I asked why, he simply said he liked looking outside. 24:39 That was my last night. 24:41 I told him the roads were going to get icy and that my parents wanted me back earlier. 24:46 He did not argue. He just nodded calmly and said, thank you for coming. 24:53 A year later I went back during spring break. The recliner was gone. 24:58 When I asked, my grandfather said it had started rocking when no one was sitting in it. 25:03 He decided it was time to let it go. 25:06 We never talked about it again, but I still remember that man. 25:10 Quiet, pale, sitting in my grandfather's chair. And how he looked past me, as if he were waiting for someone else to leave. 25:19 Maybe me. 25:25 Story four. 25:27 I had been out of rehab for barely six weeks when my aunt called to ask if I could help her fix up her property in Elko, Nevada. 25:35 She lived alone on about 20 acres of desert scrub and weather-beaten hills, a place I vaguely remembered from childhood trips, before everything with my parents fell apart, before the drinking, before sleeping on other people's couches and apologizing. 25:53 She said she would pay me in cash, give me a place to stay, and let me work at my own pace. 25:59 I was broke, sober, and trying to stay that way. 26:03 It sounded like the best offer I was going to get, so I went. 26:08 The guesthouse was small but comfortable. An old tool shed converted into a living space with a kitchenette, a bathroom, and a loft bed right under a slanted roof. 26:20 The air was so dry it cracked her lips at night. 26:24 The wind came and went in gusts, rattling the glass and filling the silence with a kind of hollow breath. 26:30 There was calm there, desert calm. 26:34 For someone trying to stay clean, it was almost perfect. 26:38 No temptations, no noise, no distractions, except for the door and the floor. 26:45 It was in the back corner, under a sun-faded rug that I moved on the first day while sweeping. 26:51 Thick wood darkened by age, four rusted hinges and a heavy metal latch, secured with a padlock the size of a child's fist. 27:01 It did not look like a normal trapdoor. It had no pull ring, no ventilation, nothing. 27:07 Just a slab of wood sealed with authority. 27:11 When I asked her about it that night, she did not even blink. 27:15 Old cellar, she said. Leave it alone. 27:19 And that was it. 27:21 No further explanation. And I did not press. Technically, I was a guest. And when you are trying to put your life back together, you do not start poking around locked doors in someone else's house. 27:35 But that door felt wrong. 27:38 Not just mysterious, but out of place, like it belonged to another building. 27:43 Something you would expect to find in a root cellar or a bunker, not in a renovated guesthouse used mostly for storage and visiting relatives. 27:53 At first, I left it alone. 27:55 I kept my head down, repaired broken fence posts, cleared brush around the house, and replaced cracked window seals. 28:04 But at night, lying there listening to the wind scrape against the stucco, I started hearing things beneath the floor, not just creaks or boards giving way, but heavier sounds, a dragging like someone moving slowly, pauses and then what I can only describe as breathing, not quite human but close. 28:26 Long dry exhales as if someone or something were sleeping under my feet. I told myself it was wind in the pipes or rodents. I even checked under the boards near the baseboards. 28:39 Nothing. 28:40 No damage. No signs of animals. 28:44 By the second week I started leaving my phone recording overnight. In the morning I would play back the audio, a little afraid of what I might hear. 28:53 Mostly silence. But on three different nights I caught the same thing. 28:58 A faint hum. 29:00 It was not exactly a song but a steady murmur, like someone humming to themselves in the dark. 29:07 And worse, beneath that hum something like scratching, long and slow, That night I checked the padlock again. 29:16 It looked different, as if someone had tampered with it. 29:20 There were finger marks on the surface. 29:23 One of the screws holding it in place was loose. 29:26 I tightened it, locked it again, and tried to convince myself it was nothing. 29:32 A few nights later I woke up suddenly and then I saw it. 29:36 Light. 29:38 A razor-thin line of yellowish-white light was leaking through the cracks around the door and the floor. 29:44 Not flickering, not moving, steady, as if someone had turned on a bare bulb down there and left it on. 29:51 i did not move for a long time i just stared at that light wondering whether i should say something whether i should go wake her in the end i went back to bed but i did not sleep the next morning i asked her directly do you ever go down there she looked up slowly her eyes were dry and tired that door stays closed do you understand What's down there? 30:20 Nothing that needs company. 30:22 And that was it. 30:24 Her tone left no room for negotiation. 30:27 Two days later I found the padlock hanging open, still hooked through the latch but unlocked as if someone had opened it and gotten distracted or wanted me to know it had been opened. 30:40 I locked it again. 30:42 I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at it. 30:45 Every time the wind hit the windows hard, I jumped. 30:48 I started sleeping with the light on, but eventually I gave in. 30:52 I had to see it for myself. 30:55 I always do. 30:57 One night, close to midnight, I waited until everything went quiet. 31:01 I removed the padlock from the latch, lifted the trapdoor, and turned on the flashlight. 31:06 Wooden stairs, narrow, uneven, steep, dirt walls. 31:11 The air that came out was thick like opening an old crypt. 31:15 It smelled of damp stone and something older, something sour. 31:21 I went down one step, then another. 31:23 The walls were closer than I expected. 31:26 I turned slowly, letting the beam of light sweep across the space. And then something moved. 31:33 Not much. A flicker at the edge of the cone of light. A shape sliding in the farthest corner. 31:40 It was not an animal. It was not a person. 31:43 It was wrong. 31:45 As if someone had taken the outline of a human being and erased the details, leaving behind a shadow that could breathe. 31:53 I did not wait to see what it would do. 31:56 I ran. 31:58 I barely touched the steps on the way up, slammed the door shut, and forced the padlock back on so hard it bent. 32:06 I did not sleep that night. I stayed with the lights on, listening. 32:11 In the morning I told my aunt everything. 32:14 The figure. 32:15 The light. 32:17 The movement. 32:19 She did not seem surprised. 32:21 She just stirred her tea and nodded. 32:24 That's why I told you not to open it. 32:27 I packed my bag before noon. 32:29 The last thing I saw as I drove down the road was the guesthouse. The curtain in the only window had been pulled aside, and someone had positioned themselves behind it, just out of view, watching me leave. 32:47 Story 5 This happened a couple of years ago, toward the end of the summer, I'd say around August. 32:55 My husband, whom everyone calls skier, and I had just packed up our life in bustling, chaotic Los Angeles to move to a tiny little town somewhere in Nevada. 33:05 I'm not going to say the exact name, but I'll make this clear. The population doesn't even reach 900 people. 33:12 We made the jump after our son was born, thinking that a slower pace, a lower cost of living and fresh air would be ideal for raising a baby. 33:22 The only thing that made me uneasy about our new house was how far apart the homes were. 33:27 Our nearest neighbor was more than a mile away. 33:30 If something went wrong, I was basically on my own. 33:33 That didn't bother Skier at all. He has always liked his space and the silence. 33:39 Anyway, one night, a warm Friday around 11pm, he was covering a night security shift at a local bank. 33:46 Our baby Julius was only a few weeks old and was in that lovely colicky phase where nothing comforts him. 33:53 He had been screaming non-stop and nothing I did was working. 33:58 I remembered that car rides usually calmed him down, so I thought a walk might help, even though Skier had taken the car. 34:05 We have two dogs, Titus, a big and super loyal German Shepherd, and Dasha, a fluffy Maltese who thinks she's twice her size. 34:15 Both of them are ridiculously protective, especially of me and the baby. 34:20 So even though it was pitch black outside and we were basically in the middle of nowhere, I felt safe enough to go out with them. 34:28 I strapped Julius to my chest, put the leashes on the dogs, and made sure to bring my phone and keys before taking the trail behind the house. 34:36 It's a dirt path that winds through a stretch of trees and usually takes about 10 minutes to walk. 34:42 I wasn't especially worried. Growing up near Topanga Canyon and camping all the time had made me pretty comfortable with nature at night. 34:50 As I expected, after a few minutes of walking, Julius finally started to calm down, and the dogs relaxed too. 34:57 I thought we were in the clear, but just as we were getting close to the line of fir trees ahead, both dogs froze. 35:05 They went completely rigid and stared straight into the tall grass on the right side of the trail. 35:11 I tried to tug them gently, thinking maybe it was a rabbit or something, but Dasha's fur was standing on end, and Titus started growling low from deep in his throat. 35:22 He's usually the calm one, so hearing him growl made my stomach drop. 35:27 At that point I was fully on edge. 35:30 I had no idea what could be lurking there, and with a baby strapped to me and nothing to defend myself with, I was not about to stick around and find out. 35:39 We turned around and started heading back the way we had come, just trying to get home. 35:44 Of course, that was when everything got worse. We hadn't gone back even two minutes when someone or something stepped onto the trail right in front of us. 35:53 And honestly, I had never felt fear like that in my life. 35:57 The figure was small, shorter than me, maybe about the height of a child. But what really made my blood run cold was the mask. 36:06 It was wearing a creepy pig mask with a twisted smile, like it had been carved with a knife. 36:12 And there was something dried smeared all over it. 36:15 I don't know if it was blood, mud or paint, but it looked horrible. 36:19 We just stood there staring at each other in total silence and I froze. 36:24 Suddenly both dogs lunged forward, barking and snapping like they were about to tear that person apart. 36:30 Honestly, I was grateful the leashes held because things were getting intense. 36:35 What really disturbed me was that the person in the pig mask didn't even flinch. They looked down at the dogs as if they were watching squirrels or something equally unimportant. 36:45 Then they noticed the baby strapped to my chest and made this strange high-pitched sound, almost like a cry, before turning and running off through the trees without saying another word. 36:56 The second they disappeared, I didn't waste a moment. 37:00 I turned around and ran. 37:02 I had only given birth a few weeks earlier. It was dark. I had the baby strapped to my body, and I still ran back to the house like an Olympic athlete. 37:11 That ten-minute walk took me maybe three flat minutes on the way back. 37:16 I rushed inside, locked every door and window, and sat in the living room in the dark until Skier got home. 37:23 To this day, I still have no idea who or what that person was. 37:27 But I will say this. 37:29 If Titus and Dasha hadn't been with me, I never would have known they were there until it was far too late. 37:36 Those two earned every award, treat, and belly rub for months. 37:40 And yes, I have not walked outside alone at night since then, and I have no plans to start. 37:46 Pig mask or no pig mask, I am not taking that risk. 37:54 Story 6 This happened when I was 19 years old. 38:00 It was during that stage of life when you feel like nothing in the world can touch you, and my cousin offered me a job helping out in my uncle's glass installation business. 38:09 You know, the kind that handles huge glass panels and tall buildings. 38:13 The job was in Destin, Florida, which meant I would have to leave my hometown of Tampa for a while. 38:20 But before heading there, I thought I'd stop in Russellville, Alabama to meet up with some family and then drive down to Destin with my cousin. 38:28 It was my first real road trip completely on my own. 38:31 And wow, I was ridiculously unprepared. 38:35 I was driving a dull green Mercury Sable that honestly probably shouldn't have been doing much more than grocery runs. 38:42 But I didn't care. 38:44 I had that teenage invincibility, the whole what's the worst that could happen, kind of confidence. 38:50 My parents, of course, warned me. They insisted I pack food, water, emergency supplies, all the usual parent stuff. 38:59 But I ignored them. 39:01 I had a cell phone, fast food places were everywhere, and it was only going to be a few hours of driving. 39:08 It wasn't like I was crossing a desert. So I hit the road, excited and clueless. 39:14 What I didn't know was that Alabama could get really cold. And surprise, the heater in my car didn't even work. 39:22 I hadn't even realized it was broken because, well, Florida girl. 39:26 Even so, I figured the cold helped keep me awake, since I was exhausted from all the stops I had made. 39:33 Eventually I got off the interstate and started navigating those rural roads with weird numbered routes that didn't have normal names. 39:41 The GPS situation back then was sketchy. 39:44 I was using printed map quest directions, which basically meant one wrong turn and I'd end up in the middle of nowhere with no idea how to fix it. 39:53 By that point I was starving. 39:55 I couldn't stop thinking about how my parents had told me to bring snacks. 40:00 And yeah, I was already regretting not listening to them. 40:03 I didn't want to risk getting lost by going too far off route to look for food. 40:08 So I was just praying that something would show up along the way. 40:11 And sure enough, I spotted a rundown little country store with a flickering light over a sign that said grocery in faded letters. 40:20 Honestly, it looked sketchy. Most of the inside lights were off, but the place didn't look completely closed. 40:27 I decided to take a chance. 40:29 Maybe it was one of those old school businesses that stayed open late. 40:33 I parked and walked up to the front door. 40:36 When I reached for the handle, I swear I saw someone move inside, like a shadow at the end of one of the aisles. 40:42 The door was unlocked, which surprised me. 40:46 I pushed it open and called out, Hello? 40:49 Nothing. 40:50 I called again, something like, Hey, I saw someone in here. I just wanted to grab a quick snack. 40:57 Still no response. The store smelled strange too, like meat that had been sitting out too long. 41:04 But I was really hungry. 41:06 I stepped farther inside, hoping someone would come out. 41:10 Then out of nowhere, this guy appeared from the back. 41:13 Not the old man I had imagined, but a man who looked like he was in his early thirties. 41:18 He had this big polite smile plastered on his face. The creepiest part was that his eyes did not match the smile. 41:25 He stared at me without blinking, his face completely still except for that grin. 41:30 I remember thinking he looked like someone wearing a human mask. 41:34 It just did not feel right. 41:36 He said something like, Oh hey, sorry. We were just about to close. What can I get you? 41:43 I told him I had been driving from Florida and was just looking for something to snack on, maybe some chips and a soda. 41:51 He nodded and said they had plenty, and then he locked the front door behind me. 41:56 He said it was so no one else would come in while he helped me. 42:00 That made my stomach tighten a little, but I didn't want to seem rude. 42:04 Then he said, follow me, and started walking toward the back of the store, past the shelves, heading toward those plastic strip curtains you usually see in storage rooms or meat sections. 42:16 As he pushed one aside, he looked over both shoulders like he was checking whether anyone was watching us. 42:23 At that point I was already getting serious, absolutely not vibes. 42:27 I glanced to the side and saw a display of chips I hadn't noticed before. 42:32 I said, actually I'll just take one of these if that's okay. 42:36 He didn't seem too happy about that. 42:39 He tried to convince me that the good stuff was in the back and that I needed to see it. 42:44 Meanwhile, I noticed flies buzzing around a meat cooler and the packages looked like they had been sitting there way too long. 42:51 That was the final straw. I pretended to check my pockets and said, I think I left my wallet in the car. 43:00 I'll be right back. 43:02 I turned around and headed for the front. 43:04 As soon as I got to the door I twisted the lock like my life depended on it. 43:09 When I finally yanked it open and turned to look back, the guy had vanished. 43:14 I did not stay to find out where he had gone. 43:17 I jumped in the car, floored it out of the parking lot and did not stop until I pulled into my cousin's driveway. 43:29 Story 7 This happened a couple of years ago, and it still stays with me. It was June 28th. That date is burned into my memory. 43:40 A group of friends and I had gone to the movies like we usually did. 43:44 After the movie, we wandered around the plaza for a while. The front area had lots of restaurants and stores, all lit up and full of people. 43:53 But the back area was a completely different story. 43:56 There was a post office, several dumpsters, and almost no lighting. 44:01 It definitely was not a place to hang around after dark. 44:05 The city where I grew up is a strange mix. There are upper middle class families, quiet suburban life, but just a few minutes in any direction and you enter a very different world. 44:17 Country clubs right next to rougher neighborhoods. 44:20 It was not unusual to see older people out walking or once in a while, some suspicious figure lingering around. 44:28 You learn to stay alert, although sometimes that is not enough. 44:32 That night I was wearing a short summer dress, nothing unusual for the weather, and after the movie I was waiting alone for someone to come pick me up. 44:41 I had done it hundreds of times and never felt unsafe. 44:45 I passed by a guy who clearly looked high, like he was under the influence of something. 44:50 I did not pay much attention and kept walking, making slow circles around the plaza. 44:56 Eventually I made my way back near the post office and saw the same guy again, now standing upright, like he was waiting for someone. 45:05 I assumed maybe he was going to ask me for money or a lighter, and I tried to avoid him, but he stepped into my path and grabbed my shoulder. 45:13 I immediately tried to pull away, and then he grabbed my arm even harder. 45:18 That was when I saw that he had a gun. 45:20 In that instant everything inside me froze. I was terrified. 45:25 I could not even find my voice. 45:27 He told me to walk with him. 45:30 With that gun pointed at me, I did not feel like I had a choice. 45:34 He led me toward the back of the plaza, near those dumpsters where there was almost no light. 45:40 Honestly, I thought that was the end for me. 45:43 I thought I was not going to make it out of there. 45:46 What happened in that alley was the most traumatic experience of my life. 45:51 I will not go into details, but he hurt me physically and emotionally in a way that changed me forever. 45:58 When he was done, he simply walked off into the darkness like it was nothing, leaving me there alone. 46:04 My phone started ringing. 46:06 It was my dad, waiting for me in front of the movie theater. 46:10 Somehow I got to my feet and made my way back to the car on autopilot. 46:14 I did not say a single word the whole ride home. 46:18 And I am sure my father thought I was just being quiet or in a bad mood. 46:23 That week I barely left my room. 46:25 I did not eat. I did not shower. And I did not talk to anyone. 46:31 I felt broken in a way I did not know how to explain. 46:34 So I didn't. 46:36 I kept it to myself. 46:38 But here is the part that still shakes me. 46:41 Months later I saw the same man in the newspaper. He had been arrested and convicted for something even worse. 46:48 And while part of me felt relieved, another part of me felt robbed. 46:53 He took something from me that I will never get back. 46:56 And justice, even when it comes, does not erase that. 47:00 Over time though, I found my voice again. I told a few people I trusted. I healed little by little, at my own pace, and I moved forward without forgetting what happened, but refusing to let it define who I am today. 47:19 Story 8 I live in one of those little towns where almost nothing ever happens. You know, quiet streets. 47:27 Lots of elderly people. Families walking their dogs. 47:31 And the biggest drama you hear about is that someone tried to rob a gas station. 47:36 And even that is rare because the two gas stations are practically right next door to the police department. 47:42 As a kid I was always pretty cautious, partly because my mom was super protective and partly because I have schizoaffective disorder. 47:50 That means I sometimes deal with hallucinations, which makes it harder to tell what is real and what is not. 47:57 But what happened that night I have absolutely no doubt about. 48:01 It really happened. 48:03 It all started around 8pm when my friend and I decided to go out for a walk. We pooled together about $25 and thought we'd go to the grocery store for snacks. 48:13 But when we got close we realized it had just closed. 48:17 No big deal. 48:19 We turned around and decided to go to the gas station instead. 48:23 As we were walking near the courthouse, I noticed a guy sitting off to the side, scrolling on his phone, kind of angled toward us. 48:30 He looked like he was in his 20s. 48:33 For a second, we joked that he was probably about to put us on Snapchat or something, because we stood out a little. 48:39 My friend was wearing punk clothes, and I had on baggy harem-style pants and a button-up shirt. 48:45 We definitely were not blending in, and around here it is not unusual for younger people to make fun of you a little. 48:52 We didn't think too much of it and walked around the courthouse to avoid an awkward encounter, then kept heading toward the gas station. 49:00 When we passed by where he had been again, he was still sitting there, phone in hand. 49:05 Again nothing that screamed danger, but definitely weird vibes. 49:09 We bought some snacks and on the way out, as we passed the nearby laundromat, I saw something that made my stomach turn. 49:18 There was a guy inside who looked exactly like the one we had seen earlier, and just as we were about to walk past the front window, I caught him pressing his phone flat against the glass, pointing it directly toward where we were walking. 49:32 That was when every alarm bell in my head went off. 49:35 I grabbed my friend by the arm and practically pulled us in the opposite direction. 49:40 I had no idea why this guy seemed so fixated on us, but I was not about to stick around and find out. 49:47 I hurried back toward the gas station while my friend tried to brush it off, like it wasn't that serious. 49:54 I was not about to take chances, especially when we had nothing to defend ourselves with. 50:00 The station clerk suggested that we talk to the police, which honestly neither of us was thrilled about. 50:06 My friend is terrified of them, and I am not exactly a fan either. 50:11 Still, the guy was now sitting there casually outside the laundromat, and I was not going to leave my friend alone or just cross my fingers and hope for the best. 50:20 So we went into the police station next door. 50:24 After a short wait, we gave our names and explained what had happened. 50:28 It turned out they had already received another separate call about that same laundromat and were heading over there anyway. 50:35 When I explained how the man had literally pressed his phone against the window like he was recording or waiting for us to walk by, even the officers admitted that it was extremely strange. 50:46 They thanked us for coming in instead of ignoring it. 50:49 Afterward, we stayed near the station for a while to breathe and calm down while they went to check things out. 50:55 In the end, they told us we could go home but we still took the long way back just to be safe. 51:01 I work at the town grocery store and honestly I really hope I never run into that guy again. 51:11 Story 9 I'm 18 years old and I live in a tiny village-style town in British Columbia. 51:19 It's one of those places so small that even some people from the neighboring towns have never heard of it. 51:25 My boyfriend lives in the next community over, which is all so small and super quiet. 51:30 Nothing serious usually happens in either place. The biggest scandals are usually some bored teenager keying a car or someone stealing a bike. 51:39 Anyway, there's about a 25-minute drive between our houses, and one night, not too long ago, I had a drive home that seriously raised the hair on the back of my neck. I left his house around 1.30, maybe 2 o'clock in the morning. It was chilly even though it was already late spring which is pretty typical for this part of Canada. 52:00 As I was leaving his neighborhood and heading toward the main road, I saw two small children running along the sidewalk. 52:07 They couldn't have been older than seven and five, both in pajamas, barefoot, and definitely without any adult nearby. 52:15 At first I thought maybe they had snuck out for fun or something, because they were climbing on benches and laughing like they were playing. 52:23 But then the older one noticed that I was watching them. 52:26 He stopped dead and stared right at me, and I swear there was something in that look that sent a chill through my whole body. 52:33 Not normal fear, but this strange sense of dread. It was like he was warning me to keep driving. 52:40 Under normal circumstances, I would have stopped to make sure two kids that young were okay out that late. 52:46 But the whole vibe felt completely wrong, like I was the one intruding. 52:51 So I didn't stay. 52:53 I pulled out and got on the highway. 52:56 That was when I noticed a car behind me. 52:59 At first it seemed totally normal. It's a highway. Cars come and go. But after a while I realized I hadn't seen a single other vehicle until that one showed up and I hadn't passed any exits or turn-offs. 53:13 Then suddenly it disappeared. 53:15 One second the headlights were there and the next they were gone. 53:19 There was no sudden turn, no braking, nothing. 53:23 It just vanished. 53:25 My first thought was that maybe they had turned off their headlights on purpose, which was already weird enough. And combined with the kids, it left me even more unsettled. 53:36 I kept driving and when I got to a lit intersection, I half expected that car to reappear behind me, but it never did. 53:44 Not once. 53:46 That made me even more nervous and by that point all I wanted was to get home. 53:50 Eventually I got off the highway and turned onto the road that leads to my village. 53:55 That road is narrow, unlit, and full of curves, with trees and brush on both sides. 54:01 You can't see what's ahead until you're practically on top of it. 54:05 As I came around one of those bends, my headlights lit up two people walking, a guy and a girl. 54:12 I didn't recognize them, which immediately stood out to me because, seriously, I know almost everyone who lives here. 54:20 The guy looked a little older than me, maybe around 20, and the girl looked younger, maybe about 16. 54:28 He had a backpack and longer hair, and the way they were walking down that road at 2am was just bizarre. 54:35 Nobody walks there at night. It is not the kind of place you end up by accident. 54:40 As I slowly passed them, going around 30, the guy suddenly started running alongside my car. 54:47 Not like he was jogging to scare me as some kind of joke. 54:50 He kept pace and looked directly through my window with total seriousness. 54:55 No smile, no laughter, just that blank expression that made my skin crawl. 55:01 I hit the gas but I was coming up on a stop sign and had to slow down again. 55:05 I looked in my rearview mirror and he was still coming. 55:09 I turned toward town and stopped caring about the speed limit. I was going at least twice as fast as I should have been. 55:16 I didn't see anyone following me after that, but I didn't let myself relax until I pulled into my driveway. 55:22 Even then I didn't want to get out of the car. 55:25 My heart was pounding, and I couldn't stop imagining that the guy might jump out of the shadows. 55:31 But I couldn't stay there forever, so I threw myself out and ran for the door. 55:36 Just as I was putting the key in, I heard a loud bang behind me, like metal hitting the pavement. 55:43 I turned around immediately and saw a trash can rolling down the street, even though there wasn't enough wind to explain it. That was it for me. 55:52 I rushed inside, slammed the door, and locked it. 55:56 Thankfully, nothing else happened that night, but the whole experience left me completely shaken. I don't know what was going on with those kids, or the car, or the guy who ran after me. 56:07 But from that night on, I started looking at my quiet little town very differently. 56:17 Story 10 I grew up in one of those small towns where pretty much everyone knows each other, and people used to leave their doors unlocked without thinking twice. 56:28 Back then everything felt safer, or maybe we were just naive. 56:33 When I was around 14 I had several regular babysitting jobs. 56:37 And one December night, one of those families asked me to watch their three daughters while the mom went to a Christmas party. 56:44 It was nothing out of the ordinary. She trusted me to stay late and even told me that if she did not get back until after 3 a.m., that was fine as long as she had booked a taxi in advance. 56:56 The girls were lovely. 56:58 After playing for a while and putting them to bed, I went downstairs, just as she had suggested, because the upstairs TV was broken. 57:06 I remember flipping through channels for a couple of hours. 57:10 It must have been around 1.30 in the morning when I picked up the cordless phone, maybe to call my mom or my sister and let them know I would be home late. 57:19 That was when I heard the upstairs front door creak open. 57:23 It caught me off guard because the mom usually came in quietly and would have said something right away if it were her. 57:29 I assumed maybe she had had too much to drink, so I got up and started heading upstairs. 57:35 When I reached the top, I heard someone stumble, so I picked up my pace a little, thinking she might have slipped. 57:43 But the second I turned the corner, my blood ran cold. 57:46 It was not her. 57:48 There were three strangers standing in the entryway. A woman who was clearly drunk, half collapsed in the doorway, and two men behind her who looked just as startled to see me as I was to see them. 58:01 I asked what they were doing there, and the woman mumbled something about coming for a party. 58:06 Obviously that did not make sense, so I asked if they even knew the homeowner. 58:11 When I mentioned her name, they did not seem to have any idea who I was talking about. 58:16 One of the guys looked me up and down in a way that made me feel sick, and then asked if I was alone. 58:22 I did not want to answer. All I could think about were the three little girls asleep upstairs. 58:28 and I was not about to let anything happen to them while I was in charge. 58:33 Instead of answering, I told them firmly that there was no party there and that they needed to leave. 58:38 The drunk woman kept insisting that they had the right address. 58:42 That was when the man who had asked me the question took a step toward me. 58:46 Right then, there was a beep, like the sound you hear when you press a button on a phone. 58:51 I had completely forgotten that I was still holding the cordless phone. but that little sound seemed to throw him off. 58:58 He must have thought I had called someone or dialed the police, because he suddenly told the others they were leaving. 59:05 He grabbed the woman, told the other guy to help, and the three of them stumbled back outside. 59:10 The second the door shut, I locked it so fast it probably shook the frame. 59:16 I ran to the front window to see where they were going, thinking maybe they really had gone to the wrong house. 59:22 But they did not stop. 59:24 They kept walking down the block like they had somewhere specific to be. 59:28 That was when I knew they had not just wandered in by mistake. 59:32 They definitely were not supposed to be there. 59:35 When the mom came back a couple of hours later, she was tipsy enough not to notice much. 59:40 She seemed a little surprised that the door was locked, but I just told her it made me feel safer that way. 59:46 I did not tell her what had happened, not because I thought it was not serious, but because I felt stupid for not handling it differently, or for not calling the police. 59:57 I still think about how much worse it could have ended, and I am just grateful that it didn't. 60:08 Story 11 This is one of those stories that has been passed down through generations in my family. 60:15 Everyone swears it really happened, and honestly, the way it is always told gives me chills every single time. 60:23 It happened many years ago, before the 1950s, in a tiny little town lost in the Mexican countryside. 60:31 It was one of those places where families had their own land with chickens, crops, and everything they needed, and each house sat apart with its own plot of land. 60:40 people used outhouses instead of indoor plumbing and they were pretty far from the house about 20 to 40 meters away so if you had to pee at night you had no choice but to walk through the darkness a distant relative of mine a man in the family died suddenly without any warning No one had ever seen him sick, not even with a cough. 61:03 His death came out of nowhere and left everyone deeply shaken. 61:07 They did not delay. They buried him the next day in the backyard, which was normal at the time. 61:13 That same night, my mother's great aunt, who was only a little girl then, woke up because she needed to use the bathroom. 61:21 And like a brave little kid, she went out alone toward the outhouse, having to pass by the fresh grave on the way. 61:28 As she got closer, she started hearing muffled knocking and someone shouting. 61:33 It was not the kind of screaming you hear in a fight, but more like someone begging for help. 61:38 You have to remember that in that time and place, people grew up hearing legends like La Llorona, so hearing something like that in the dark was already enough to terrify anyone. 61:50 Naturally, she ran back to the house, shaking and crying, and woke up her parents. But they thought it was just her imagination scaring her, and they told her to go back to bed. 62:00 She tried to sleep, unable to shake the feeling, especially because the sounds did not stop. 62:07 It was as if her mind wanted to convince her that it had all been a dream, but her instincts were screaming otherwise. 62:13 A couple of hours later she had to pee again, even though she was still terrified. 62:19 So she woke up her older brother and asked him to go with her. 62:22 He agreed without questioning it and the two of them went out together toward the outhouse. 62:28 While she was inside, they both heard the same cries, that same horrifying wailing, and they did not hesitate. They ran straight back to the house. 62:38 This time, when they woke their parents, they believed them, especially because the older brother confirmed that it was not the little girl's imagination. 62:46 Their father got dressed, walked down the path to his brother's house, and woke him up. 62:51 The two of them grabbed shovels and went straight to the grave they had dug only hours before. 62:57 They started digging slowly at first, and then with growing desperation, as the sound seemed to become clearer. 63:04 When they finally reached the coffin and opened it, they were absolutely horrified by what they saw. 63:10 The body which they had placed face up was now face down, and when they turned him over they nearly screamed. 63:17 His face, neck and arms were covered in deep scratches, as if he had been clawing at the inside of the coffin trying to get out. 63:25 The wood on the inside was torn to pieces, marked with fingernail scratches and dents. 63:31 It was obvious that he had been very much alive when they buried him. 63:35 They think he may have had some rare condition where his heart slowed down so much that he appeared dead, or maybe he slipped into some kind of coma-like state and woke up underground. 63:46 Whatever it was, by the time they opened the coffin, he was no longer alive. 63:52 He probably died from suffocation or from a heart attack brought on by sheer terror. 63:57 In my family, they do not talk about this lightly. It is one of those things that still haunts them. 64:08 Story 12 I work as a bartender in Sacramento, and I do not get too many days off. 64:16 So when my friend Bryce texted me suggesting a long weekend at a lakeside house near Shasta, I said yes before he even sent me the Airbnb link. 64:26 There were supposed to be six of us total. Me, Bryce, his girlfriend Dani, her best friend Na, and a couple I did not know, Jake and Marissa. 64:37 It was four nights, good weather, and no real plan other than to rest, exactly what I needed. 64:44 I had been pulling double shifts and needed something that felt like air. 64:48 We arrived on a Thursday afternoon. The place was tucked into a small cove on the northeastern end of the lake. 64:55 It was not completely isolated, but it was far enough out that you could not see any other houses from the dock. 65:01 The water looked like glass, the air smelled like pine and charcoal, and the house had that old cabin feeling with creaky floors and furniture inherited from another time. 65:13 The kitchen had one of those yellowing refrigerators that hum when they are running, and the back deck offered a view that made you stop and breathe deeper. 65:22 It was perfect. 65:23 The first two days were exactly how anyone would imagine. 65:27 Beer, burgers, bad music, floating in the lake until your skin wrinkled. 65:33 We played card games that had gotten rowdy by midnight, grilled way more food than necessary. and kept passing around a Bluetooth speaker that always ended up playing the same three songs by the end of the night. 65:45 The nights were a blurry mix of wine, half-drunk ghost stories that none of us really believed and laughter bouncing over the water. 65:53 We even made fun of Bryce when he locked the bedroom door the first night. 65:58 What do you think Bigfoot is going to come in while you two are cuddling? I remember saying. 66:03 He laughed it off, but I noticed that after that he started leaving a flashlight next to the bed. 66:09 On the morning of the third day, I went down to the dock alone. 66:13 Everyone else was still asleep or sluggish from the night before. 66:17 I wanted to splash some water on my face. and maybe sit on the edge with a coffee. 66:22 That was when I saw the kayak. 66:25 It was tied up on the far side of the dock, a faded yellow one, the kind they rent out at state parks. 66:32 We had not brought any kayak, and the rental listing had not mentioned one either. 66:38 I thought maybe some neighbor had tied it there by mistake or it had drifted over during the night, but the rope was wet. 66:45 as if someone had just gotten out of it and tied it up, not soaked the way it would have been if it had been floating for hours. 66:52 Recent. 66:54 Out of curiosity, I pulled it a little closer. 66:57 It was scratched up, but nothing unusual for lake gear. 67:01 It had one of those hollow storage compartments in the back. 67:05 I opened it expecting to find a life jacket or maybe a spider. 67:10 Instead, there was a Polaroid, old weathered, the edges curled from the moisture. 67:16 I pulled it out and squinted. 67:18 It was a picture of us taken from the tree line across the water. 67:22 All six of us were sitting on the dock the day before. 67:25 You could see the red plastic cups, the inflatable swan, Bryce right in the middle of a cannonball. 67:33 It had been taken without us noticing from a distance. 67:37 I did not show it to anyone right away. 67:39 I do not really know why. 67:42 Maybe I thought it was some kind of joke. Maybe I did not want to be the guy getting worked up over nothing. 67:48 I slipped the photo into the pocket of my hoodie and as casually as possible mentioned the kayak over breakfast. 67:55 Jake said he thought it was ours and shrugged. Danny said she had not seen it before. Bryce was too busy making pancakes to pay attention. And that was the end of it. 68:06 But all day I kept looking toward the dock, watching the tree line, listening for paddles or branches snapping. 68:13 I could not shake the feeling that someone had been watching us. 68:17 It was not strong or obvious. It was more like a strange discomfort, an internal itch, like we were not alone. 68:26 That night we built a fire. 68:28 Bryce brought out his Bluetooth speaker and put on that indie folk music he likes so much. 68:33 I drank my beer and kept my back turned toward the woods. 68:37 At one point Danny went back inside to get marshmallows and I followed her in for just a moment. 68:43 I looked out the back window. 68:45 I thought I saw movement near the edge of the trees. 68:48 Nothing big, just a flicker. 68:51 Like someone had stepped behind something to hide. 68:54 I did not say anything. 68:56 Around midnight I stepped away from the group and went to check the dock one more time. The kayak was gone. 69:03 It had not come loose and drifted away. 69:06 It was gone. 69:07 The rope, which had still been looped up when I saw it the last time, was floating loose and untied in the water. 69:14 Nothing looked disturbed, but the kayak was not there anymore. 69:18 I walked to the end of the dock and stood there looking over the lake, trying to make out anything out of place. 69:24 Nothing, just the moon's reflection rippling slightly. 69:28 Back inside the house, I thought about waking someone up, but I decided not to. 69:34 I figured maybe some neighbor had just come to get it back, or maybe it really had been part of the rental and someone had come by to take it. 69:42 The next morning I brought up the kayak again. Everyone more or less brushed it off. 69:48 Maybe it belonged to some neighbor, Marissa said, drinking coffee. 69:53 Bryce shrugged. Nobody seemed to care much, and that bothered me more than it should have. 69:59 On our last day, we cleaned everything up, took out the trash, packed the coolers, and stripped the beds. 70:05 Before leaving, I did one last walkthrough, just out of habit from all those bar closings. 70:11 While I was sliding the back glass door shut, something caught my eye. There was another Polaroid taped to the inside of the door. 70:19 It was us again. 70:21 The same angle as the first one, maybe a little closer. 70:24 This time we were around the fire pit. Bryce in his hoodie. 70:29 Now laughing at something Jake had said. 70:31 Me holding my beer and looking over my shoulder, right toward the trees. 70:36 I stood there staring at it for a long time. 70:39 I did not call anyone. over. 70:42 I peeled it off the glass, slipped it into my pocket with the first one, and walked out without saying a word. 70:49 I still have both photos. 70:51 I have not told anyone about them. 70:53 Sometimes I take the polaroids out and study the background, looking for shapes or a face. 70:59 It was only a kayak. It was only a couple of pictures. 71:03 But someone was out there watching us, close enough to see our faces, close enough to tie something to our dock without making a sound. 71:13 And whoever it was, they were not just passing through. 71:17 They came back. 71:23 Story 13 I am not the kind of person who gets scared by every shadow. 71:30 I work at a trauma center in Knoxville. Blood broken bones, people screaming, the worst days of someone's life. 71:37 All of that is part of my routine. 71:40 So believe me when I say I do not scare easily. 71:44 In an environment like that, you end up getting used to chaos, and your brain develops a kind of filter against fear. 71:52 If it is not something life-threatening or someone bleeding out, usually nothing affects me too much. 71:58 But what happened in that cabin at Norris Lake that still messes with my head... 72:03 and not in some bloody or dramatic way. 72:06 It was something subtle, quiet, the kind of thing that gets under your skin and catches up with you when you are trying to sleep or when you walk past a dark hallway in your own house. 72:18 I had just come off a brutal month at the hospital. 72:21 Shift after shift, back injuries, psych patients. 72:25 A guy who tried to hit me for taking his blood pressure. 72:29 Allison, my younger sister, had been telling me for weeks that I needed to rest. 72:33 She found a rental cabin online. 72:36 A pretty simple place, just somewhere quiet with lake access, wifi and decent reviews. 72:43 It sounded perfect. 72:45 I said yes without asking too many questions. 72:49 We got there on a Friday afternoon just before sunset. 72:53 The place was hidden at the end of a gravel road that curved downhill through a slope covered in pines. 72:59 Everything smelled like damp woods, wet wood and moss. 73:03 There was not another house in sight, and the lake shimmered through the trees like a postcard. 73:08 The cabin was nice in a strange way. Mid-century furniture, huge windows, a wraparound porch, and at least six mounted deer heads on the walls, staring at us. 73:20 It felt lived in, but clean. Cozy, even. 73:25 Allison joked that it looked like some hunter grandfather's house, redone by a minimalist influencer. 73:31 We dropped our bags in the two guest rooms and started settling in. There was a third room in the hallway between ours, but the door was locked. 73:39 It had a note taped to it that said, Owner's storage. Please do not attempt to open. 73:46 I did not think much of it. 73:48 Allison raised an eyebrow and said, classic horror movie move we laughed poured wine threw frozen pizzas in the oven and sat out on the porch until it got too cold that night around 2 30 in the morning i woke up with that feeling that something was not right at first i did not hear anything but the stillness inside the cabin made the silence feel thick Then I noticed a sound. 74:14 Soft. Uneven. Like liquid shifting. 74:18 It was not dripping. It was more like splashing. 74:22 I thought it was probably the pipes. 74:25 I got up to check. 74:27 The kitchen sink. Nothing. 74:29 The bathroom dry. 74:31 I even opened the refrigerator just to rule out the ice maker. 74:35 Nothing there either. 74:37 As I was walking back down the hallway I passed the locked door. That was when I heard it again. 74:43 Splash. Pause. 74:45 Splash. 74:47 Like someone slowly dragging a bucket through the water. 74:51 I stood there for a while with my hand on the knob. Even though I knew it was locked it was hard to walk away. 74:57 The sound faded. 74:59 I told myself it had to be coming from the lake. Maybe the wind hitting the shore or the pipes creaking because of the temperature change. 75:08 That made more sense. The next morning I did not mention it. 75:12 I figured I had probably been half asleep. 75:15 But while we were on the porch drinking coffee, Allison looked at me and said, Hey, weird question. 75:22 Did you hear water moving last night? 75:25 I blinked. 75:26 You heard it too? 75:28 She nodded. 75:30 Yeah, I thought it was you in the bathtub, but then it just stopped. 75:35 We left it at that. We went into town, had lunch, and spent the afternoon floating in the lake. 75:41 It was perfect. 75:43 The sun on the water, no phone signal, just an occasional boat going by. 75:49 That night we grilled something, played cards, and went to bed early. 75:53 It felt like we had found the quietest corner of Tennessee. 75:57 But the next morning everything changed. 76:00 I was brushing my teeth when I noticed something dark near the base of the locked door. 76:05 At first I thought it was a shadow, but when I crouched down I saw it was a wet, glossy stain seeping out from under the frame. 76:13 I knelt down and touched it. 76:15 Cold. 76:16 It was definitely water. 76:18 Alison, I called. Come here. 76:22 She came shuffling over in pajama pants, her eyes still half closed. 76:28 When she saw the water, the sleep left her face immediately. 76:32 That was not there yesterday, she whispered. 76:36 I grabbed a towel and tried to keep the water from spreading farther across the carpet. 76:41 It was not much, maybe the equivalent of a couple of cups, but it was still disturbing. 76:47 There had not been any storm the night before. And as far as I knew, there were no pipes on that side of the house. 76:54 I called the number listed on the rental sheet. 76:57 A man named Cory answered after several rings. 77:00 He sounded sleepy. 77:02 Hi, I'm calling from the Norris Lake Cabin, number 214. 77:07 Water is coming out from under a locked room labeled Owner's Storage. 77:11 There was a pause. 77:13 That's not possible, he said. 77:16 That room is sealed. There are no pipes in there. 77:20 Well, I'm standing in front of it and water is leaking out. 77:24 He told us not to touch anything. 77:26 He said he would contact the owner and call us back. 77:30 I asked whether he wanted us to dry the water or at least put down more towels. 77:35 He just repeated that we were not to open the door and promised he would call back. 77:40 He did not. 77:42 A couple of hours passed. The water kept spreading into the hallway. 77:46 I checked every faucet and connection in the house. There was no sign of a leak anywhere. 77:52 Then Allison said, "'We're opening it.' I hesitated. 77:57 He said not to. 77:59 She gave me a look. "'Do you really think we're going to let it flood?' She was right. 78:06 We went into the kitchen, grabbed a long metal skewer, and started working the lock. 78:11 It took longer than we expected, but eventually the latch gave way. 78:15 The door swung open. 78:17 The smell hit us immediately. 78:19 Damp, earthy, like lake water trapped in a basement. 78:23 And it was cold. 78:25 Not cool. Truly cold, like stepping into a walk-in freezer. 78:31 The room was small, about the size of a walk-in closet. 78:34 Water covered the floor up to our ankles. 78:37 It rippled gently as if something had just moved through it. 78:41 But there were no faucets, no holes. 78:44 The walls were dry. The ceiling had no stains. 78:49 It was as if the water had appeared out of nowhere. 78:52 There were only a few things inside. Several plastic storage bins stacked against the back wall, a couple of folding chairs, and a rolled-up rug. 79:02 But what made both of us freeze was the window at the back. It was open and water was dripping from the bottom of the frame, as if someone soaking wet had crawled in through it. 79:13 Allison slowly stepped toward the window while I stared at the floor. 79:17 That was when I saw something hanging over the back of one of the folding chairs. 79:21 It was a wetsuit, not a modern one. 79:25 This one looked old, almost from another era, like something a commercial fisherman would have worn decades ago. 79:32 It was completely soaked and covered in patches with algae or mildew, and it gave off a briny smell like salt water mixed with rot. 79:42 Neither of us touched it. We just stood there, staring at it. 79:46 It did not make sense. The room had been locked from the inside. There were no boot prints. There were no puddles leading out into the hallway. But something had been in there. 79:57 Something had left that suit behind. 80:00 After that, we barely spoke. We just silently understood that it was time to leave. 80:06 We packed everything up in less than 15 minutes. 80:09 We did not wait for Cory to call back. 80:12 We did not even lock the door when we left. 80:15 We left the key on the table and drove straight back to Knoxville. 80:20 I cannot stop thinking about that wetsuit. It looked so ordinary like someone had just stepped out of it and called it a day. 80:27 But no one, not even the man who rented us the cabin, had an explanation. 80:33 Whatever came in through that window did not mean to be seen, and we opened the door it had been hiding behind. 80:40 It could have chosen any cabin any weekend, but it chose ours. 80:50 Story 14 My name is Aaron, I am 35 years old, and when this happened I had just taken a leave of absence from work to finally focus on a novel I had spent three years pretending I was going to write. 81:05 I am a lawyer by profession, and the daily routine had worn me down much more than I had even realized. 81:12 Mason, my partner of seven years, suggested that we get away somewhere remote. 81:16 He found this quiet house by a lake in Grand Lake, Colorado. 81:21 Since it was the off-season, the prices were lower and there were fewer tourists. 81:25 We were looking for peace, a reset, something to clear our heads. 81:31 We arrived in mid-October, right when the leaves were starting to turn brittle and the air carried that slight edge that lets you know snow is not far off. 81:39 The cabin was tucked away in a small corner surrounded by tall pines, set back from a gravel road that curved around the lake. 81:47 From the porch you could not see any other house, only trees, sky, and water. 81:53 It was beautiful in a way that almost made you feel guilty, as if you had stepped into a painting you had not paid for. 82:00 Before we even opened the door we saw the firewood. To the left of the porch, stacked with almost surgical precision, was a pile of freshly cut logs. 82:11 They were so fresh that you could still see sap beating at the ends. 82:15 The bark looked clean, not dull or dried out. 82:18 Some pieces even still had damp sawdust on them. 82:22 Mason walked over and ran his hand across the stack. 82:25 This hasn't been here long. Whoever did this has very sharp tools. 82:31 We assumed the rental company had stocked the cabin before our arrival. 82:36 Inside the cabin was exactly what we had been promised. Cozy, rustic, maybe a little too committed to the hunting lodge aesthetic, but clean. 82:46 There was a large stone fireplace, shelves full of dog-eared paperbacks, and a small desk facing the lake that I immediately claimed. 82:55 I called the property manager to thank him for the firewood. His name was Troy and he sounded surprised. 83:02 I didn't send anyone out there. We haven't had guests since May. 83:07 Are you sure it's new? 83:09 I looked outside. 83:11 Pretty sure. It still smells like fresh-cut pine. 83:15 We don't have any staff in that area right now. The closest property we manage is four miles up the road. 83:22 That gave me pause for a second, but I let it go. 83:26 Maybe some local had wanted to be kind. 83:29 In small towns, people sometimes do strangely generous things. 83:33 That first day we settled in, unpacked, took a walk down to the dock, and made a simple dinner. 83:40 Everything felt almost too good to be true, you know. 83:44 But I assumed I just was not used to peace and quiet anymore. 83:48 That night, after dinner, we curled up by the fire. 83:52 No TV, no phones. 83:54 Just music and a couple of worn books we had pulled from the shelves. 83:59 Around 11.30, we were reading on the couch when we heard footsteps outside. 84:04 They were not just footsteps. It was the crunch of gravel under a steady step. 84:10 Not hurried, not hesitant, just someone walking. 84:14 We stopped the music and listened. 84:16 Mason stood up, went to the front window, and pulled the curtain back just a little. 84:22 Do you see anything? I whispered. 84:25 He shook his head. 84:27 Could be an animal. 84:29 But then we heard it again, this time along the side of the cabin. 84:33 Crunch. 84:35 Drag. 84:36 Another pause. 84:38 I switched off the remaining lights. 84:41 We both stood there in silence, waiting. 84:44 Everything got so still that I felt like even breathing was too loud. 84:49 Mason grabbed the flashlight, put on his boots, and went outside. 84:54 I watched him from the window, trying not to blink. 84:57 He came back ten minutes later, shaking his head. 85:01 There's no one out there. 85:03 No tracks either, just gravel. 85:06 We laughed a little, trying to shake off the discomfort. 85:09 The next morning I stepped onto the porch with my coffee and nearly spilled it. 85:14 Right beside the original stack of firewood was another one. Smaller, but the same kind of wood. Just as neatly stacked. 85:23 Mason, I called. He came out and froze. 85:26 That wasn't there last night. 85:29 No. 85:30 We stood there staring at it for a long time. Neither of us said out loud what we were both thinking. 85:37 That someone had been there, close enough to the house to stack wood without us noticing. 85:42 Still we tried to explain it away. 85:45 Maybe Troy was mistaken. 85:47 Maybe this was some weird regional courtesy. 85:50 Maybe we were overreacting. 85:53 We decided to go on with the day as if nothing had happened. 85:57 We walked along the lake shore, had lunch on the dock, and even joked that maybe our mysterious woodsman would leave us breakfast the next morning. 86:06 That helped for a while. 86:08 That night, shortly after midnight, we heard it again. 86:12 Crunch. 86:13 Pause. 86:15 And then farther off but clearly distinct a dull thud. 86:19 We looked at each other. 86:21 That's an axe, Mason said. 86:23 We stayed awake the rest of the night with the lights on. 86:27 Mason sat on the porch with a fireplace poker, and I stayed by the window watching. We did not see anyone, but the next morning there was a third pile of wood waiting for us. 86:38 This one was closer, barely a foot from the porch step. 86:43 I called Troy again. He said he would notify the sheriff. 86:47 An hour later, a deputy named Nolan came up the long gravel road. He walked around the property, looked around a little, and then came inside to talk to us. 86:58 You didn't see anyone? 87:00 No. 87:01 Any tracks? Any sign? 87:03 Just gravel. 87:05 He asked a few more questions, mostly routine, and then let out a sigh. 87:10 There used to be a guy living around here, off the grid, so to speak. 87:14 Very much a woods type. Cut his own firewood. Never talked to anyone. Disappeared a few years ago. 87:22 We thought he had moved on, but maybe... 87:25 he trailed off maybe what i asked nothing just if anything else strange happens call us that night we debated leaving but mason insisted we stay one more day to see if anything else happened maybe it would stop maybe whoever it was had already made their point clear we tried to act normal cooked played cards but we barely slept Around 3 o'clock in the morning I heard something soft, like someone breathing just on the other side of the bedroom window. 87:59 When I pulled back the curtain, there was nothing there. 88:03 The next morning there was no more wood, just the same three piles still sitting there. 88:08 We were packing up to leave when Mason noticed one of his gloves was missing. 88:13 We had left them by the door. Hours later I found it tucked between two logs in the newest pile. 88:20 It was damp and smelled like pine. That was enough. 88:24 We loaded the car in silence. We did not even sweep the floor. We just locked the cabin and left. 88:31 I texted Troy to tell him we were leaving early. 88:34 I never explained why. 88:37 Three weeks went by. 88:38 We tried to forget what had happened. 88:41 We told ourselves it must have just been some strange neighbor or an old forest caretaker who did not know the property was being rented. 88:49 We do not have answers, but we have not gone back to the mountains since. 88:59 Story 15 My name is David. 89:04 I am a retired army doctor, and I am not someone who scares easily. 89:09 After 20 years of service, my wife and I decided to settle somewhere quiet, away from chaos and crowds. 89:16 We found a house on the Vermont side of Lake Champlain. 89:20 A little place right on the water. 89:22 Quiet, beautiful, isolated. 89:25 Exactly what we were looking for. 89:28 It is not one of those flashy lake houses with speedboats and jet skis. 89:33 Ours is made of old wood with creaky floors and a porch that faces directly onto the lake. 89:39 There are no neighbors within shouting distance, just some woods behind us and that huge stretch of water in front of us. 89:47 Retirement for me meant sleeping in, fishing off the dock, maybe growing tomatoes. 89:54 My wife likes to paint, and I had started tying my own fishing flies. 89:59 Quiet hobbies for a quiet life. 90:01 We had even named the house. 90:04 Still water. 90:05 It felt peaceful. 90:07 Things were going well, very well in fact, until it started. 90:12 This happened in late October 2021. That morning I woke up around 4.30am. 90:18 I am not sure why. I am an early riser, but this was earlier than usual. It was cold, that much I remember. 90:26 Colder than it should have been for that time of year. 90:30 The fog was so thick I could barely make out the trees by the shore. 90:34 I was standing at the kitchen window drinking water when I heard it. 90:38 A scream, not like someone stubbing a toe. 90:42 No, this came from across the lake. 90:45 A direct panic-filled scream. 90:47 It bounced through the fog as if it had nowhere else to go. 90:51 I froze, listening hard. Then came another one, more muffled, but with the same tone. 90:58 Desperate, raw. 91:00 I called for my wife, told her to stay inside, and grabbed my coat. 91:04 There was no way I was going to ignore something like that. 91:08 I walked down to the dock and looked out across the lake, but it was like standing inside a cloud. 91:14 I could not see more than about 20 feet. 91:18 The water was completely still. 91:20 I called 911 and explained what I had heard. 91:24 They told me there was already a patrol boat doing early rounds and that they would swing by our side of the lake. 91:31 I stayed on the dock for almost an hour. Nothing. 91:35 No more sounds. 91:37 The patrol boat finally came by and asked me a few questions, but they had not seen anything. 91:43 No stranded boats, no swimmers, no sign that anyone was in trouble. 91:49 They said sound behaves strangely over water when there is fog, that it could have come from miles away. 91:56 The rest of that day was quiet. 91:59 We thought maybe it had come from the other side of the lake or maybe it had been some kind of prank. 92:04 My wife even joked that maybe it had been a fox making noise. 92:09 I wanted to believe that. 92:11 But that night when the sun dropped behind the trees, the fog came back fast. 92:15 One moment the lake was still there, wide and smooth as glass, and the next it had vanished, swallowed by a white dense nothingness. 92:25 It rolled all the way up to our porch, soaking the screens and muting every sound. 92:30 Even the loons went silent. 92:33 Around 9 p.m. 92:35 I was by the shed putting my things away for the night when I heard something again. A splash not too far out. Then another, closer. 92:44 I grabbed my flashlight and walked toward the dock. 92:48 My wife shouted behind me that she did not like this at all. Neither did I, but I needed to see. 92:54 I had made it about halfway down the dock when something hit the ladder, the one on the side that goes down into the water. 93:01 It was not a light brush, it was a hit, like something had rammed it from below. 93:07 I aimed the light down, expecting maybe a log or a big fish, but the water was still again, with nothing in sight. 93:14 Then I saw them. 93:16 Footprints. 93:18 Wet footprints on the dock, coming up from the ladder. 93:21 Clear as day in the beam of my flashlight. 93:24 Bare. Human. 93:27 They stopped about ten feet in, as if someone had climbed out of the lake, walked just far enough to get your attention, and then vanished. 93:36 I looked around. There were no more splashes, no voices, nothing moving in the fog. 93:42 I backed away slowly and went back inside the house. 93:46 My wife saw my face and did not ask questions. 93:49 We locked everything. Doors, windows, even the attic hatch. 93:54 We slept in the living room with the lights on that night. 93:57 Slept really is not the right word. 94:00 Every few minutes I got up to check the porch. 94:03 Nothing. 94:05 The next day I looked at the dock again. 94:07 There were no footprints, not even watermarks, as if they had never been there. 94:13 We thought about calling the police again, but what were we supposed to say? 94:18 That someone had come up onto our dock in the middle of the fog and then disappeared. 94:23 There was no damage, nothing missing, just wet footprints and a scream we could not explain. 94:30 That afternoon I checked the trail camera we had set up behind the house to watch for deer. 94:35 It had not captured anything unusual, just a few raccoons in a blurry shape that could have been a bird. 94:41 Nothing on the lakeside. That made my skin crawl. 94:45 Whatever had come onto the dock had not triggered the motion sensor, or it had and something went wrong. 94:52 Three days later it happened again. 94:55 At the same time, the same scream. 94:58 This time I did not go outside. I just sat in the dark with the flashlight on my lap, waiting. 95:05 The scream came once and then again, weaker. 95:08 I sat there until the sky started to turn grey and the fog began to lift. 95:13 I did not say a word. I just watched. 95:17 For the next week the fog kept coming back. Not every night, but enough to keep me on edge. 95:23 We started making changes. Extra locks, motion lights. 95:28 I stopped going out onto the dock. 95:30 At night we kept the blind shut, and I started sleeping with a flashlight beside the bed. 95:36 Not because I thought it would really help, but because I needed to feel like I was doing something. 95:42 I spoke to a man at the bait shop who had lived in town for 40 years. 95:47 I told him I had heard something strange on the lake. 95:50 He got quiet. 95:52 Then he said, you're not the first. 95:55 And he would not say much more than that. 95:58 He only told me that fog season had its own rules. 96:01 He said the lake was older than people remembered. 96:04 He advised me to keep the lights on and never answer a voice coming from the water. 96:10 A few days later we had company, our niece and her boyfriend, just for the weekend. 96:15 I did not tell them anything. I did not want to scare them or make them leave. 96:21 That night the fog rolled in early. While we were eating dinner on the porch, we heard something. Just a soft splash. 96:29 Our niece looked out and said, Did someone fall into the water? 96:34 I told her no. 96:35 Her boyfriend offered to go check, but I stopped him. 96:39 I told him it was probably just a fish. 96:42 Later, after they had gone to bed, I sat in the chair by the window. 96:46 The same spot as always, with the flashlight on my lap. 96:51 Around 2 o'clock in the morning I heard footsteps on the deck. 96:55 Not ours. 96:57 Footsteps. 96:58 Slow, calm, wet. 97:01 I stood up, but I did not move forward. I did not pull back the curtain. 97:06 I just waited. 97:08 A minute later I heard them move away the way they had come. 97:11 Nothing else. 97:13 The next morning the motion sensor light was off. 97:16 There were no footprints or marks, but the dock ladder was wet again. 97:20 not wet from dew, soaked, dripping, as if someone had climbed up it and stood there waiting. 97:27 I told my wife I wanted to sell the house. 97:30 She said she had been thinking the exact same thing. 97:34 Now every time the fog appears, I do not sleep. 97:38 I sit in that same chair by the window with the flashlight on my lap, watching the lake disappear into that whiteness. 97:46 I wait, and I watch the dock. 97:49 I have not set foot on it since. 97:57 Story 16 I've always been a bit of a night owl, so late night drives never really bothered me. 98:04 But that night, something felt different. 98:07 Maybe it was because I was crossing through an area of the state I didn't know. 98:12 Whatever it was, I couldn't shake the feeling that I wasn't supposed to be there. 98:17 I was on my way home after visiting some friends in a small town about five hours from where I live. 98:23 They had invited me to stay the night, but I refused, thinking I'd be fine driving back at night. 98:30 I'd done it a hundred times before, so why not one more? The plan was simple. Drive until I was exhausted, then find a cheap motel to sleep for a couple of hours before finishing the trip in the morning. 98:43 That's how I ended up at the Pine Creek Motel, a rundown place tucked off the side of the highway, looking like it hadn't seen a renovation in decades. 98:53 It was the kind of motel you only stop at if you're desperate. 98:58 Out front was a small office, the light inside dim and yellowish, as if the whole place were stuck in some forgotten corner of time. 99:07 I hesitated for a moment, my fingers still gripping the steering wheel, wondering if it wouldn't be better to keep going. 99:14 But the exhaustion was starting to hit me hard, and I knew I wouldn't last another hour without rest. 99:21 Just a few hours, I told myself, trying to quiet the growing unease in my stomach. 99:27 I got out of the car and went into the office. 99:30 The clerk was an older man with thinning hair and glasses barely resting on the tip of his nose. 99:36 He didn't say much when I asked for a room, just handed me the key to room 6 with a gruff cash only and a quick glance over the book he was reading. 99:46 I handed him a few bills and that was that. 99:49 The room turned out to be exactly how I had imagined it. 99:53 Faded floral curtains, a sagging bed with a patched-up comforter, and an old TV that looked like it hadn't worked in years. 100:02 There was a damp smell in the air, but honestly I didn't care. I was too tired to complain. 100:09 All I wanted was to get a little sleep before getting back on the road. 100:13 I went into the bathroom to splash some water on my face. The mirror was cracked and the fluorescent light above it flickered on and off. 100:22 As I let the water run over my hands, I thought I heard something. 100:27 A faint creak like a rustling coming from the outside window. 100:32 I froze listening, but after a few seconds it stopped. 100:37 I shook my head and brushed it off. 100:39 It was probably the wind or some animal sneaking around out there. in a place that old strange noises and creaks were to be expected. 100:49 I turned off the faucet and went back into the room. 100:52 I picked up the remote and tried to turn on the TV, but after several attempts it was clear the thing was dead. 100:59 Not that I was surprised. 101:01 I tossed the remote aside and sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall, debating whether to pass out immediately or read something to clear my head. 101:10 Then I heard it again. A soft, muffled sound, like whispering. 101:16 At first I thought it was coming from the next room over. Maybe someone else had checked in, and the voices were slipping through those thin walls. 101:25 But when I pressed my ear to the wall I realized something. 101:28 There was no room next door. 101:30 Room 6 was at the end of the row. On the other side there should have been nothing but empty space. 101:37 I pulled away from the wall with a chill running down my spine. 101:41 The whispers stopped. 101:43 I tried to calm myself down. 101:45 It was late, I was exhausted, and my mind was playing tricks on me, that was all. 101:51 But the whispering started again, this time clearer, closer, as if it were coming from just outside the window. 102:00 I stood up, my pulse racing, and stared at the thin faded curtains. 102:04 They were swaying slightly, even though there was no breeze. 102:09 I walked toward the window. Slowly I reached out and pulled the curtain aside. 102:14 The parking lot was empty. 102:17 There was no sign of anyone. 102:19 I let out a shaky breath trying to laugh off the wave of anxiety that had hit me. 102:24 You're losing it, I muttered, letting the curtain fall back into place. 102:30 I climbed into bed, pulled the thin comforter over myself and tried to settle in. 102:35 But even lying there I could still hear the faintest whispering, right at the edge of hearing. 102:41 Too subtle to make out, too persistent to ignore. 102:46 I kept telling myself it was nothing. 102:49 Maybe the wind was catching the old building in some strange way. Or there was a draft somewhere. 102:55 I just needed to sleep and in the morning everything would be fine. 102:59 But I couldn't fall asleep. The whispers wouldn't stop. 103:03 They grew louder until it was impossible to ignore them anymore. They weren't coming from the walls now. They were inside the room. 103:12 I shot upright, my heart pounding wildly. The room was pitch black. 103:17 I couldn't see anything, but I could feel it. 103:20 Something was there, watching me. 103:23 I fumbled for the lamp on the nightstand. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely turn the switch. 103:31 The light flickered on and bathed the room in a weak yellowish glow. 103:35 There was no one there. 103:37 I sat there for a long time, staring into the empty room, trying to convince myself I was alone. 103:44 But the feeling wouldn't go away. 103:46 I grabbed my phone and checked the time. 103:49 3.03am. 103:51 Why is it always 3 o'clock, I thought. 103:55 I considered leaving, grabbing my things and getting out of there. But I was too tired. 104:01 And what was I going to say to the clerk? 104:04 I had already paid for the room, and I couldn't exactly explain that I was leaving because something felt off. 104:11 He'd probably think I was crazy. 104:14 So I stayed there, clutching my phone, waiting for Dawn. 104:18 The whispers started again, louder, more distinct. 104:22 They were saying my name. 104:25 A cold shiver cut through me. 104:27 I sat frozen staring at the window in shock. 104:31 They were coming from outside again. 104:33 Someone was out there calling my name in a voice that didn't sound entirely human. 104:39 I stood up slowly shaking from head to toe. 104:42 I reached out with my trembling hand and grabbed the edge of the curtain. 104:46 I pulled it aside little by little, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. 104:51 There was nothing there. 104:53 Only the empty parking lot washed in the eerie glow of the flickering neon sign. 104:59 But when I turned around, I saw it. A figure standing at the far end of the parking lot, just beyond the reach of the light. 105:06 Tall. 105:08 Dark. 105:09 Featureless. 105:11 Watching me. 105:13 I stumbled backward, the air caught in my throat. 105:16 I blinked, and the figure was gone. 105:19 I grabbed my keys and lunged for the door. 105:22 I didn't care what time it was. I didn't care if the clerk thought I was insane. 105:28 All I knew was that I had to get out of there. I threw the door open, ran across the parking lot to my car, and sped off without looking back. 105:37 I didn't stop driving until the sun came up and the night was far behind me. 105:42 I don't know what I saw or heard that night at the Pine Creek Motel. 105:46 All I know is that there was something there, watching me, whispering my name. 105:51 To this day, I still get a chill every time I drive past an old motel on the side of the road. 105:57 And I can't help but wonder, what if it wasn't just that place? 106:02 What if whatever was outside that night is still following me? 106:10 Story 17. 106:13 I have always been cautious when traveling alone. 106:16 It's not that I'm excessively paranoid. It's just that, as a woman on the road, you learn to be extra careful. 106:25 Most of the time nothing happens, honestly. 106:28 Most of the time I'm just another traveler checking into a motel to sleep for a few hours and keep going at dawn. 106:35 But this time was different. 106:37 This time I was being watched and it haunts me to think that, if I hadn't trusted my instincts, the night could have ended terribly badly. 106:47 Like on all my previous work trips, it all began the same way. I was on my way to a meeting with a client in a town a few hours away and after a long day of driving, I decided to stop at a motel by the highway. 107:01 It wasn't the nicest place, but I wasn't expecting much. 107:05 As long as the bed was clean and the door locked properly, that was enough for me to spend the night. 107:11 There was nothing special about the motel, the kind you've seen a thousand times while driving down deserted highways. 107:19 A low one-story building with a faded sign, a gravel parking lot, and a row of rooms with peeling paint and dim porch lights. 107:28 There were a few cars parked there, but the place looked fairly deserted. 107:33 I parked near the office, checked in with the indifferent clerk, and was given the key. 107:38 Roommate. 107:39 I grabbed my overnight bag from the back seat and walked toward the room, trying not to think about how late it was or how tired I felt. 107:48 I just wanted to shower, relax, and sleep. 107:51 The room was exactly what I expected. 107:56 Worn carpet, thin curtains and air that carried a faint smell of stale cigarette smoke. 108:02 But it was quiet and I could bolt the door. 108:06 Good enough. 108:07 After unpacking I decided to buy a snack from the vending machine outside before settling in for the night. 108:14 It was late and the parking lot was eerily quiet, but I still didn't feel too uneasy. 108:21 I was used to traveling alone to this kind of motel. 108:25 Honestly, I thought the worst thing would be a noisy air conditioner or a mediocre shower. 108:31 I was walking back to my room with a soda and some chips when I saw him for the first time. 108:37 He was standing a few rooms away, leaning against the wall. 108:40 At first I didn't think much of it. 108:43 He could have been another guest outside Smokers or something. 108:47 But as I walked by I noticed he wasn't smoking. 108:50 He was simply standing there. 108:53 Our eyes met for a second and I gave him a polite nod, a silent, I saw you. 108:59 He didn't react. 109:00 He didn't smile, didn't nod back. 109:04 He just kept staring. 109:06 My skin prickled, but I told myself it was nothing. 109:10 Maybe he was tired. Maybe he was weird. 109:13 Or maybe he wasn't even paying attention to me. 109:17 I let it go, quickened my pace to my room and locked the door. 109:22 I spent the next hour watching television, trying to forget about the man outside. 109:27 Every so often I caught myself looking toward the window, expecting to see him there, on the other side of the glass, watching me. But there was nothing. 109:37 Only the ugly curtains shifting slightly in the breeze from the air conditioner. 109:42 I told myself I was being ridiculous, letting my imagination get the better of me. 109:48 I had seen a guy in the parking lot, so what? 109:51 There was no reason to think he was anything more than another traveler. 109:55 Even so, I couldn't relax. 109:58 Eventually, I decided to shower and try to sleep. The hot water helped a little, easing the tension in my body. 110:06 But when I stepped out and looked at the fogged-up mirror, the knot in my stomach was still there. 110:12 I dried off, put on my pajamas, and got into bed, turning off the television and leaving only the bedside lamp on. 110:20 Still, no matter how hard I tried to focus on the steady hum of the air conditioner or the soft glow of the lamp, my mind kept going back to him. 110:29 The way he had stood there, silent and motionless, staring at me. 110:34 I hadn't seen him again, but the feeling of being watched wouldn't go away. 110:39 I must have fallen asleep at some point because the next thing I remember is waking up to a strange sound, almost like a light tapping on the window. 110:49 At first I thought I was dreaming, but then it came again. 110:53 My heart jumped into my throat. 110:55 I lay frozen, listening. 110:57 It was coming from the window right behind the curtain. 111:01 Slowly I sat up in bed. My eyes fixed on the glass, trying to make sense of the noise. 111:07 It wasn't the wind. It wasn't a branch. 111:10 It was deliberate. 111:12 I slid out of bed and tiptoed toward the window, my heart hammering in my chest. 111:18 When I reached the curtains, I hesitated, my hand hovering over the fabric. 111:24 What if it was him? 111:26 What if he was standing there watching, waiting for me to look? 111:30 I wanted to pull the curtain aside to check, but fear rooted me to the floor. 111:35 Instead, I backed away without taking my eyes off it while feeling around for the phone. 111:41 Deep down, I knew something wasn't right. 111:44 The tension that had followed me since the parking lot had turned into a full-blown sense of dread, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was not alone. 111:53 I called the front desk, looking for a little reassurance, but after four rings, no one answered. 112:00 Of course, I thought, that place wasn't exactly known for its service. 112:05 I was about to try again when the tapping stopped. 112:09 For a long moment there was silence, and then the doorknob rattled. 112:14 Panic shot through me. 112:16 I backed away even farther, clutching the phone to my chest. 112:20 The knob shook again, harder this time, as if someone were testing it, checking to see whether it would open. 112:28 I couldn't breathe. 112:29 Every muscle in my body tensed. 112:32 I stared at the door waiting for it to burst open, expecting whoever was outside to come crashing in. 112:40 But the lock held. 112:42 The rattling stopped. 112:44 I don't know how long I stood there waiting, but eventually everything went quiet again. 112:49 I crept closer, pressing my ear against the wood, trying to hear something on the other side. 112:55 Nothing. 112:57 I searched for the people. I had to know. I had to see if he was still there. 113:03 I leaned in and looked through the tiny circle. The walkway was empty. No one was there. 113:09 I let out a shaky breath, but just as I started to relax, I saw it. 113:14 A shadow. 113:16 It flickered at the edge of the corridor. 113:18 My stomach dropped. 113:20 He was still there, waiting. 113:23 I pulled away from the door. 113:25 I knew I couldn't stay. 113:27 He had already tried to open it once. He would do it again, and next time I might not be so lucky. 113:34 I grabbed my bag and started stuffing my things into it as fast and as quietly as I could. 113:40 My hands were shaking so badly I could barely zip it closed, but I forced myself to keep going. 113:47 I had no time to lose. I had to get out. 113:51 When I finished packing, I took a deep breath, bracing myself for what came next. 113:56 I couldn't stay locked inside the room forever. 113:59 I had to get to my car. I had to leave. 114:03 But that meant opening the door. 114:05 My hand hovered over the knob. My heart was racing. 114:09 I knew he was still out there. 114:12 I had seen the shadow, felt the weight of his presence just on the other side. 114:17 Even so, I couldn't stay. I had to take the risk. 114:21 I unlocked the deadbolt as quietly as possible. The soft click sounded like a gunshot in the silence. 114:29 I cracked the door open just enough to peek outside. 114:33 The walkway was empty. 114:35 I stepped out, every nerve in my body on high alert. 114:39 The parking lot was only a few steps away. 114:43 If I could reach the car, I'd be safe. 114:46 Then I heard it. 114:47 Footsteps behind me. 114:49 I didn't look back. 114:51 I couldn't. 114:53 My legs carried me faster than I thought possible. My keys clenched in my hand. 114:58 The footsteps were getting closer. 115:01 I ran. 115:02 My clumsy fingers fumbled with the key ring, adrenaline surging through me as I reached the car. 115:09 I yanked the door open, practically threw myself inside and slammed it shut. 115:15 Shaking, I jammed the key into the ignition and started the engine. 115:19 When I looked up, there he was, standing at the edge of the parking lot just beyond the halo of the streetlight. 115:27 His face was hidden in shadow, but I could make out his silhouette. 115:31 Hunched shoulders, his eyes fixed on me. 115:35 I threw the car into reverse and sped out of there without looking back. 115:40 I never reported him. 115:42 What was I supposed to say? 115:44 I didn't see his face. I didn't know his name. 115:49 All I knew was that I had been watched, that I had been followed, and that if I hadn't left when I did, I might not be here telling the story today. 115:59 I still wonder who he was, what he wanted, and I will never forget the way he looked at me. 116:10 Story 18 I had not planned to stay in a motel that night. 116:16 Honestly, I avoid them whenever I can. 116:19 I'm not overly picky, but after years of traveling for work, you start to recognize at a glance which places smell like trouble. 116:28 Still, that night I didn't have many alternatives. 116:32 I had been driving for hours, and it had gotten later than I expected. 116:37 The highway was empty, the kind of emptiness that makes you feel like you're the last person on earth. 116:43 I had spent the last half hour fighting to keep my eyes open, and with no rest area in sight. 116:49 I figured stopping at the next motel would be better than risking nodding off at the wheel. 116:55 So when I saw the flickering neon sign ahead, motel with a half-burned vacancy sign hanging underneath, I got off the highway and headed toward it. 117:06 It was not exactly inviting, peeling paint, a couple of dim lights barely illuminating the parking lot. and weeds growing in patches along the cracked asphalt. But like I said, I had no options. 117:21 I parked in front of the office, which looked more like a small shed than a reception area, and got out. 117:28 The air was heavy with humidity, and the place smelled like wet concrete and something faintly rotten. 117:35 Maybe trash that had been left too long or stagnant water collecting somewhere. 117:40 I hesitated for a moment, considering getting back in the car and driving a little farther, but my body was begging for sleep and my vision was already beginning to blur from exhaustion. 117:51 The inside of the office did not improve my impression. 117:55 The clerk, a bald man with a gray mustache, did not even bother to look up from his crossword puzzle when I walked in. 118:03 He just muttered. 118:05 Room for the night? 118:07 Without any courtesy. 118:09 I handed him cash. There was no way I was giving them my card information. 118:14 And he slid a rusty key across the counter without another word. 118:19 "'Room 12,' he grunted. 118:22 I thanked him, though he did not seem to hear me, and went back outside. 118:27 My room was at the far end of the parking lot, next to a row of equally run-down doors. 118:33 The lot was empty except for one other car, an old rusted sedan parked halfway down the row that looked like it had not been moved in weeks. 118:42 The door to my room creaked loudly when I pushed it open. 118:46 Inside, the place was exactly what you would expect from a motel like that. 118:51 Stained carpet, faded wallpaper peeling at the corners, and that faint smell of dampness I could not quite identify. 119:00 The bed had seen better days, but at that point I did not care. I just needed sleep. 119:06 I locked the door from the inside, checked the latch twice, and dropped my bag on the bed. 119:11 The window next to the door had thin curtains that did not fully cover the glass, but it was better than nothing. 119:19 I pulled them closed and tried to relax. 119:22 I turned on the old television, mostly just to have some background noise, and lay back staring at the ceiling. 119:29 Still something felt off. 119:32 I did not know exactly what it was, but the longer I stayed there the more uneasy I became. 119:38 It was not just the rundown condition of the room. 119:42 It was something else. 119:43 Something in the silence outside. 119:46 It was too quiet. 119:49 After about 15 minutes of tossing and turning, I sat up, frustrated. 119:54 Maybe I was just on edge from the long drive. 119:58 I looked toward the window, expecting to see someone outside, but there was nothing there. 120:04 Only the faint glow of the parking lot light filtering through the thin fabric. 120:09 I tried to convince myself it was paranoia and lay back down. 120:13 Then came the first sound, a faint scratch, like something brushing against the outside of the door. 120:21 I kept listening. 120:22 It came again, this time a little louder. 120:26 I slowly straightened up, straining to hear over the muffled murmur of the old television. 120:32 There was definitely something out there. 120:35 My heart started racing as I stared at the door. 120:38 I told myself it was probably nothing, maybe the wind or a stray animal, but the longer I listened the clearer the sound became. 120:47 It was not random, it was intentional, like someone trying to make as little noise as possible. 120:55 I picked up the phone and moved toward the door inch by inch. 120:59 My hand hovered over the knob while I debated whether to look or not. 121:03 Something inside me was screaming to leave it alone, but curiosity got the better of me. 121:09 I leaned in and looked through the peephole. 121:12 At first I saw nothing, only the empty parking lot. 121:16 Then a movement caught my attention. 121:19 Someone was standing right outside my door, slightly off to the side, just outside the full line of sight. 121:27 I could only make out the edge of a shoulder, and the glint of something metallic in his hand. 121:33 Keys. 121:34 Something else. 121:36 I pulled away from the door with a sharp sense of vulnerability. 121:40 Was it someone trying door handles, looking to slip into a room without being noticed? 121:46 I stood frozen, not daring to move a muscle, barely even breathing. 121:52 The scratching came again, followed by the soft rattle of the doorknob. They were trying to get in. 121:59 Panic washed over me. 122:01 I clutched the phone in my trembling hands. 122:04 I thought about calling the front desk, but deep down I knew it would be useless. 122:10 The old man in the office did not look like someone who cared what happened at that place. 122:15 I considered calling the police, but what was I going to say? 122:20 There's someone at my door. 122:22 Would that even be enough? 122:25 Before I could decide, the rattling stopped and the silence that followed was almost worse than the noise. 122:32 I waited, ears straining for a movement, a footstep, anything at all. 122:38 But the stillness dragged on. 122:41 For one brief moment I thought maybe he had left, that he had noticed the lock and moved on to an easier target. 122:48 Then I heard it. 122:49 A soft tap on the window. 122:52 I spun around, my eyes fixed on the curtains. The thin fabric barely outlined the frame. And through the gaps I saw a shadow move past. 123:01 Someone was there. Someone was looking inside. 123:06 I backed away from the window. 123:08 How many were there? 123:10 One at the door and another at the window? 123:12 Or the same person moving from one side to the other? 123:16 At last, I dialed 911, breathing hard, whispering into the phone. 123:22 There's someone outside my room. 123:24 I think they're trying to get in. 123:27 The operator's calm voice was a sharp contrast to the chaos inside me. 123:32 She asked for the motel's address and assured me officers were on the way. 123:37 But while I waited, I could not shake the feeling that it would not be enough. 123:42 What if they got in before help arrived? 123:45 I moved into the bathroom and locked myself inside, hoping to buy some time. 123:50 My heart pounded as I pressed my ear to the door, listening for any sound outside. 123:56 An eternity seemed to pass with nothing, just silence. 124:01 Then the footsteps started again, closer this time right beneath the window. 124:06 I heard the crunch of gravel underfoot and the groan of wood as they leaned against the wall. 124:12 They were moving around, circling the room, testing doors and windows. 124:16 I gripped the phone tightly. My hands were shaking. 124:21 The operator kept talking in my ear, asking if I was okay, if I could still hear her, but I could only focus on the footsteps. 124:30 Finally, I heard the faint wail of sirens in the distance. The footsteps stopped. 124:36 I waited, holding my breath, listening for any sign that they were still outside. 124:41 Nothing. No scratching, no tapping, no footsteps. 124:45 Just silence. 124:47 When the police arrived, I cautiously came out of the bathroom and opened the door. They searched the area, but no one was there. 124:55 The parking lot was deserted. 124:58 I asked the officer whether they had found anything. Footprints, signs of forced entry. 125:05 Anything that might explain what had happened, they found nothing. 125:10 The clerk had not seen anything either. 125:13 Probably just some kids messing around, he said with a shrug as if it were no big deal. 125:19 But I knew that was not true. 125:21 Someone had been outside my door, someone trying to get in. 125:26 And whether they meant to rob me or do something worse, I have no doubt that I was the target that night. 125:32 I still think that if I had not called the police when I did, I might not have made it through the night. 125:39 I have not stayed in a motel since then. 125:46 Story 19 It was not supposed to be a long trip, just a weekend getaway, something to break up the monotony of work and give my girlfriend, Rachel and me, a breather. 126:00 We did not have a specific destination, just a general direction and the idea of stopping wherever we felt like it. 126:09 It was supposed to be spontaneous, a break from our usual routines, too planned out, too full. 126:18 But that spontaneity, that decision to just drive and see where the road would take us, was what led us to the Evergreen Motel. 126:27 I will never forget that name, even though I wish I could. 126:31 If I had known what was waiting for us there, I would have kept driving. 126:35 I would have kept going no matter how tired we were. 126:39 It was late when we got off the highway past midnight. We had been driving all day, and our original plan to camp had fallen apart when we realized we had not packed even half the gear we needed. 126:51 The sun had gone down hours earlier, and after another stretch of empty road with no signs of life, we saw the glowing neon sign, Evergreen Motel. 127:02 It had a quaint, old-fashioned look to it, Not exactly rundown or sinister, just outdated. 127:10 It looks fine, Rachel said, already yawning with her hand resting on my shoulder. 127:17 I'm too tired to be picky. 127:19 I nodded, feeling the weight of exhaustion pulling at me too. 127:24 We pulled into the gravel parking lot, our headlights illuminating a few scattered cars. 127:30 The place was not empty, but it was not full either, just enough to feel like we were not alone. 127:37 The motel itself was a one-story structure with about a dozen rooms, each one with its door facing the parking lot. 127:45 It was not exactly cozy, but it was not the worst place I had ever stayed in either. 127:51 In the office, the clerk, A middle-aged man with graying hair and a worn expression gave us the keys to room 7. 127:58 He barely spoke. 128:00 I remember thinking that he looked exhausted, like someone who had been stuck there far too long. 128:07 We walked to the room. There was a strange silence hanging over the place. Even though there were other cars, it did not feel like anyone else was around. 128:16 There were no TVs playing in other rooms, no muffled voices, just the distant hum of the neon sign and the faint crackling of insects in the summer night. 128:27 When I opened the door, the first thing that hit me was the smell. 128:31 Not strong, but present, a slight dampness, as if the place had been closed up for too long. 128:38 It was not luxurious, but it was clean enough. 128:42 At first glance, everything seemed fine. 128:45 We dropped our bags, too tired to care about the peeling wallpaper or the flickering bathroom light. 128:51 After a quick shower, we collapsed into bed, the exhaustion of the day catching up with us all at once. 128:58 For a while, we just lay there, with the low murmur of the television filling the room. 129:03 That meaningless background noise that helps you switch off. 129:08 Tomorrow we'll find a better place, Rachel murmured, her head resting on my chest. 129:13 Yeah, tomorrow, I replied. 129:16 But at that moment I did not care about tomorrow. 129:20 I just wanted to sleep. 129:22 It did not last. 129:24 I was woken by a soft creaking sound. 129:27 At first I thought it was the bed or maybe Rachel shifting beside me, but the sound continued like footsteps moving slowly across the carpet. 129:38 My sleep-heavy mind tried to place where it was coming from while a strange uneasiness crawled up my spine. 129:45 Something was wrong. 129:48 Rachel, I whispered. 129:50 The creaking stopped. 129:52 I turned my head to look at her, expecting to find her asleep beside me, my eyes trying to adjust to the dim light coming in from the window. 130:01 That was when I saw him, the clerk. 130:05 He was standing beside Rachel's side of the bed, hunched over, his face only inches from hers. 130:12 Greasy hair hung over his forehead as he leaned in. 130:15 His lips parted for a second. 130:18 I froze. 130:20 My mind refused to process what I was seeing, until it hit me. 130:25 He was trying to kiss her. 130:27 Rage and terror shot through me at the same time. 130:30 I sat up with a jolt, throwing off the covers. 130:34 What the hell are you doing? I shouted, my voice cracking with panic. 130:39 Rachel woke with a start, her eyes wide with confusion as she sat up, instinctively pulling the blanket to her chest. 130:48 The clerk stumbled backward awkwardly, his face twisted into something that almost looked like shame, but there was something darker underneath it. 130:57 Something that turned my stomach. 130:59 He did not say a word. 131:02 He just stood there, his eyes darting between Rachel and me. And for a moment I thought I was going to be sick. 131:10 Get out, I roared, now angrier than afraid. The clerk blinked. He narrowed his eyes and took a step toward the door, but not fast enough. 131:20 He lingered a second too long, his gaze fixed on Rachel, before finally turning away and slipping out of the room. 131:28 I slammed the door shut and locked it, my hands shaking as I secured the bolt. 131:33 My whole body was buzzing with adrenaline. 131:36 What the hell had just happened? 131:39 What was that man doing inside our room? 131:42 Rachel was still sitting on the bed, pale, staring at the door. 131:46 What was that? She whispered. 131:49 I don't know, I repeated, still trying to make sense of it. He was in here. 131:56 I don't know how, but he was in here. 131:59 He was close to me, Rachel said, right beside me. 132:03 I could feel his breathing. 132:06 My skin crawled. 132:08 I started pacing trying to figure out what to do. 132:11 Were we supposed to call the police? 132:14 Leave? 132:15 Go where at that hour? 132:17 The nearest town was miles away and we did not know anyone in the area. 132:22 What if the clerk was still out there watching us? 132:25 I went to the window and pulled the curtain back just enough to look out. 132:29 The parking lot was empty except for our car and the clerk's beat-up truck parked near the office. 132:35 There was no sign of him. 132:37 We have to leave, Rachel said suddenly. 132:40 I don't care where we go. We cannot stay here. 132:45 I nodded. 132:46 She was right. 132:48 We could not stay. 132:50 I grabbed our things and started shoving everything into our bags as fast as I could. 132:55 Rachel was already out of bed, getting dressed with trembling hands. 133:00 I could not stop looking at the door, expecting it to burst open, expecting the clerk to come back with that sick smile on his face. 133:10 When we were done packing, we bolted, grabbed our stuff and ran to the car. 133:15 We crossed the parking lot nearly at a sprint. 133:18 I unlocked the doors and threw myself into the seat. 133:22 Rachel was already buckled in, pale, her hands shaking. 133:27 Start the car, she urged. 133:29 Now... 133:31 I turned the key in the ignition and we peeled out of the parking lot. 133:35 I did not look back. 133:37 I did not want to see whether he was standing in the doorway watching us leave. 133:42 We drove for miles without saying a word. 133:45 The road stretched out black and empty and the only sound was the low hum of the engine. 133:52 My mind would not stop replaying what had happened, trying to make sense of it. 133:57 What was he doing? Rachel whispered at last, breaking the silence. 134:02 Why was he in our room? 134:04 I don't know, I said, but he had no reason to be there. 134:09 At the time, we just wanted to forget it. 134:12 We barely talked about it afterward. We did not even tell anyone when we got home. 134:17 It was like an unspoken pact between us. Do not bring it up. Do not think about it. 134:24 But it still haunts me. 134:27 To this day, I cannot stay in motels. 134:30 I cannot get the image out of my head of waking up and seeing him leaning over Rachel, his lips far too close to her face. 134:38 I cannot forget the way he looked at her, as if he was about to do something horrible, something I was only seconds away from stopping. 134:47 And I will never forget how his eyes lingered on her as he left, as if he was not finished, as if he would have come back if we had stayed. 135:01 story 20 this happened just a week before christmas and honestly i still do not fully understand what the hell i got myself into that night i am 32 years old a navy veteran and i am using a veteran's educational benefits to study at a university Lately, life has been non-stop. 135:23 Between classes and a part-time job, I barely have any time left to socialize. So, like a lot of people, I have been using dating apps to meet people, and recently I matched with a woman around my age. 135:36 She was very attractive. 135:38 We connected right away while talking, and after a couple of days of texting, we agreed to meet at a bar and grill that was relatively close for both of us. 135:47 At first everything seemed completely normal. 135:50 She looked just like her pictures. Very pretty. 135:54 She seemed calm and in person we clicked the same way we had over text. 135:59 While we were talking she mentioned that she worked at the local police department. Not as an officer but in a more administrative role, like a receptionist. 136:09 I did not think much of it until she added that her roommate was out of town for the holidays. and that she hated being alone because she had an obsessive ex-boyfriend who used to stalk her. 136:19 That made me pause. 136:21 Obviously, I asked if she was safe and whether the guy was still hanging around. 136:26 She downplayed it, saying he was harmless and that she just did not like being alone. 136:31 I will be honest, that did not sit right with me, but she brushed it off so casually that I let it go. 136:38 We stayed at the bar for about another hour, and then she suggested going back to her place. 136:43 I was not about to complain. She was attractive and it was obvious we were on the same wavelength. But when we left she insisted on driving. 136:53 I told her I was fine to drive. I had only had two gin and tonics. 136:58 Still she pushed hard, saying that at work she saw too many drunk driving cases and did not want to take the risk. 137:06 I figured maybe she was just being cautious. 137:10 When we got to her house, the first red flag hit me right in the face. 137:14 She walked straight in. 137:16 No keys, no unlocking anything. 137:19 The door was already open. 137:22 That seemed really strange, especially considering she had said she was scared to be alone and that her roommate was gone. 137:29 Before I could say anything, she went into the kitchen to feed her cat. 137:33 While she was doing that, I noticed something else. 137:36 There was a bowl of cereal sitting on the counter. 137:39 I walked over and touched it. It was still cold. 137:44 The milk had not even softened the cereal yet, like it had only been poured maybe five or ten minutes earlier. 137:50 I asked her about it, and she froze for a second before saying she had eaten it as a snack before meeting me at the bar. 137:57 That made no sense. 137:59 She had arrived at the bar before I did, and we had stayed there for over an hour. 138:04 There was no way that cereal had been sitting there that long. 138:08 Before I could press the issue, she suddenly came over, kissed me, wrapped her arms around me, and said, Take me to my bedroom. 138:17 And I will admit it. 138:18 I ignored every red flag and went along with it. 138:22 I was attracted to her. There was chemistry. 138:25 And for a few minutes I stopped thinking about the serial or the unlocked door. 138:30 But then everything changed. 138:33 We were in her room starting to fool around and I got up to close the curtains. 138:38 She stopped me and told me to leave them open. 138:41 That struck me as odd. Before I could even question it, about five minutes later she let out a loud gasp. 138:48 her eyes were fixed on the window behind me i turned around and saw someone in a hoodie standing there looking inside as soon as he realized i had seen him he took off and i heard him running across the outside patio i jumped out of bed and went through the house checking the doors and of course the front door was not even locked i went over and locked it Immediately after that, someone started pounding on it hard. 139:15 I was ready to open it and go after the guy, but she begged me not to. 139:20 She kept repeating, come back to bed, come back to bed. 139:24 I yelled at her, asking if she had lost her mind, and she calmly said, it is just my ex. 139:31 Sometimes he does this. He will leave. 139:35 She said it like it was normal, like it was something that happened all the time. 139:40 That was when I lost my patience. 139:42 I asked her if she knew it was her ex, and she nodded like it was no big deal. 139:47 Then the pounding started on the side of the house, farther away, like he was circling around it. 139:54 But she did not seem scared. 139:56 In fact, she was still trying to seduce me into getting back into her bed. 140:01 And that was when the fear turned into anger. 140:04 I started confronting her about the serial, the door, the whole situation. 140:10 I told her I was not buying her story. That was when I said something I am not proud of. 140:16 but at that moment I felt like I was in real danger. 140:19 I told her that if this was some kind of setup to rob me or some twisted roleplay game, I was going to fight back and make sure it did not end well for either of them. 140:29 I needed her to understand that I was not an easy target. 140:33 While I kept her occupied with questions, I quietly ordered an Uber on my phone. I did not tell her. I stayed by the door trying to be ready. 140:43 Luckily, I had not fully undressed and my shoes and jacket were right there. 140:48 As soon as I got the Uber notification, I opened the door and ran. 140:52 I did not say a word. I just took off. 140:56 When I looked back, she was standing in the doorway watching me without saying anything. 141:02 It has been over a month now and I still do not fully understand what the hell that night was. 141:07 Maybe she really did have a deranged ex, but between the unlocked door, the serial, her behavior, and how calm she was through all of it, it felt like something completely different to me. 141:20 As if I was about to be robbed, or as if I had unknowingly been pulled into some kind of bizarre fantasy. 141:28 I do not know. 141:30 What I do know is that I am furious with myself for ignoring the signs. 141:34 I have been through a lot, including nine years in the Navy, and I still ended up walking into something that could have turned out much worse. 141:43 I reported her profile on the dating app and told the bartender at the bar where we met just in case. 141:50 Hopefully that keeps someone else from having to go through what I went through. 141:58 Story 21 I have flown with my baby Solo more times than I can count. He is a little over a year old now, and I would say we have taken almost a dozen flights together. 142:11 It is not always easy, but people are usually kind and understanding. He is a happy little guy and yes, also pretty cute. 142:19 So strangers often smile at him or say something to him in passing. 142:23 Normally I do not mind. We were heading home from a trip, just the two of us as usual. 142:29 I had an aisle seat and no one next to me which was great. 142:33 Sitting behind me was a man traveling alone, probably somewhere in his late 50s to mid 60s. 142:40 As we were getting settled, my baby started to get a little fussy. 142:44 He was tired and cranky, which is normal before takeoff when he cannot move around or sleep yet. 142:50 Right away, the man behind us started talking to my son, saying things like, oh hi baby, why baby sad, cute baby, cute. 143:00 I smiled politely, told him my son was just tired and thanked him for being understanding. 143:06 But after takeoff, what had seemed friendly turned uncomfortable very quickly. 143:11 While I was trying to get my son to sleep, that man would not stop talking. 143:16 He kept reaching his hands through the gap between the seats, trying to touch my baby's feet. 143:22 I asked him politely, more than once, to stop. 143:26 I explained that my son was extremely tired and needed to sleep, and that talking to him was making it harder, but he would not stop. 143:35 Then came the moment that still gives me chills. 143:39 I set my baby down on the floor for a second. He was standing between my legs while I was trying to quickly make him a bottle. 143:46 Out of nowhere, the man stood up and leaned over my seat, reaching to pick up my son. 143:52 I immediately lunged forward, putting myself between him and my baby, and told him firmly, No, thank you. I do not need help. 144:02 Please stop. 144:04 He did not back off. He shoved me back toward my seat and muttered, sweet baby, why baby cry? 144:12 I raised my voice and said a hard no, then grabbed my son before he could touch him again. 144:18 By that point I was already on edge, doing everything I could not to cry or scream, just trying to calm my baby and process what had just happened. 144:28 I assumed that would be the end of it. It should have been, but it was not. 144:33 While I was rocking my son, that same man reached his hand through the seats again, this time to grab my arm. 144:40 He started saying, Do not rock. Do not rock. You are making him cry. 144:47 I yanked my arm away and snapped, Do not touch me. 144:50 But the final straw came just a few minutes later. 144:54 I tried gently rocking my son again, just to soothe him. 144:58 And that was when I felt both of his hands come around my seat. 145:02 He leaned in from both sides, grabbing the tops of my arms and trying to physically hold me still while repeating, Do not rock. Stop rocking. 145:12 I do not think I have ever reacted like that in my life. 145:15 I clutched my baby tightly and screamed, let go of me. Do not touch me. Let go of me. 145:23 Over and over again. 145:25 I hit the call button as hard as I could while trying to pull away. And even though it felt like forever, the flight attendants came running. 145:34 When they got there, I was crying and shaking, barely able to speak. 145:38 Everyone around us was staring, but all I could say was, please, I cannot keep sitting here. 145:44 Please move me. 145:46 They relocated me to the back of the plane, near the crew seats, and the man even tried to follow me. 145:52 I told them right away. 145:54 I do not know him. He cannot sit near me. 145:58 I held my baby, cried quietly for a few minutes, and finally, finally my son fell asleep in my arms. 146:07 I told the flight attendants everything, and they were incredibly kind and understanding. 146:12 But the man did not stop trying. 146:15 Several times during the flight he got up and tried to come toward where I was sitting. 146:20 The crew had to block him every time. 146:23 Toward the end of the flight one of them told me the pilot had already been informed and that the FBI and local police would be waiting for us at the gate. 146:31 Apparently the pilot had made the call himself. 146:34 We landed and sure enough as soon as we stopped authorities came onto the plane. 146:39 The man was clapping while they led him away, as if he had no idea what he had done wrong. 146:45 I was escorted too, along with other passengers who had witnessed what happened. 146:50 I had to speak with the FBI, give my statement, and I almost missed my connecting flight. 146:56 As if that were not enough, my trip home had to go through the same airport. Just walking through the terminal again made me anxious. 147:04 I knew he had been banned from that airline and from the airport entirely, but I was still on edge the whole time. 147:11 I have not flown again since then. 147:18 Story 22. 147:21 Growing up, I do not remember anything from my birth until around age 13. 147:26 It is like a blank space, pure silence. 147:29 The only things I know about those years come from scattered flashes of memory. 147:34 Some things my family told me, and a handful of police reports that I was only allowed to read much later. 147:41 But there is one thing, or rather one person, that I do remember clearly. 147:46 A woman I only knew as Ant. 147:49 No last name, no credentials, just Ant. 147:52 I started seeing her when I was about seven years old. 147:56 We would sit in her living room and she would type on her laptop in silence, writing down everything I said while I talked. 148:03 She was calm, kind, even warm. 148:06 And I think that at that age, I convinced myself that she was someone I could trust. 148:11 So I did. 148:13 I opened up to her month after month, year after year, never imagining that those conversations would turn into something I would come to hate. 148:21 When I turned 14, I finally admitted something huge. 148:25 I told her that I had tried to take my own life several times. 148:29 I said it was because of several reasons. 148:32 My mother's growing toxicity. How isolated I was from everyone. 148:37 and above all because I still had not made peace with what happened in my early childhood, with the fragments I could remember. 148:45 But even after I told her that, nothing changed. There was no help, no progress, no referrals. 148:53 I remember that once on the way to Ant's house, I asked my mother if I could see someone else, someone who could actually help me. 149:01 She just told me to shut up. 149:03 That was it. 149:05 Over time I started noticing strange things during those sessions. 149:09 I talked about how much my mother hurt me emotionally and sometimes physically too. 149:14 And aunt always minimized it. She would tell me I was exaggerating or come up with excuses in my mother's favor. 149:22 I convinced myself that maybe she was just being empathetic, trying to help me understand my mom better. That maybe it was some strange psychological method to help me cope. 149:33 But then things started to go wrong. 149:36 When I turned 16 I will admit that I was reckless. 149:39 I went to parties, drank whatever was there, and definitely did not tell anyone where I was. 149:46 Suddenly, Aunt started asking very specific questions about things I had never told her. Things I believed were private. These were not simple guesses. 149:56 It was as if she knew. I brushed it off by telling myself that she was observant and that she had known me for almost a decade. 150:04 But then she started bringing up details from parties before I had even mentioned them in our sessions. 150:10 That was when it hit me. 150:12 She was getting that information from somewhere else. 150:15 The worst part was when she started inviting my mother into the room at the end of the sessions and repeating everything I had said to her, word for word. 150:25 No warning, no consent from me. 150:28 It was terrifying to sit there while she repeated everything I had confessed, especially the parts about my mother's abuse right in front of her. 150:37 That destroyed whatever small sense of safety I had left. 150:41 Not long after that, my world basically fell apart. 150:45 My grades dropped, my mother cut me off from everyone, and finally on my 17th birthday I broke. 150:52 I tried to end everything again. 150:55 I ran to my mother's room desperately looking for anything I could use. 150:59 I remember yanking open drawers, going through cabinets, and finally seeing a suitcase in the back of the closet. 151:07 For some reason I opened it. 151:09 I wish I had not. 151:11 Inside was a mountain of papers, pages and pages of transcripts from my sessions with Aunt going back years. 151:19 And in that instant, I understood that she had been reporting everything to my mother from the very beginning. 151:25 That discovery shattered me, but it also lit something inside me. 151:30 I knew then that I had to find out who that woman really was. 151:35 Over the next year, I started paying very close attention during our sessions, snooping around her house whenever I had the chance, trying to catch any detail that might help me uncover her real identity. 151:47 I asked my mother dozens of times who aunt really was, and every time she gave me the same empty answer. 151:54 She is a psychologist, but I knew it was a lie. 151:58 One night I did something that could have completely ruined me. 152:02 I waited until my mother was in the shower. 152:05 Then I stole her phone and ran. 152:08 I had no plan, just adrenaline. 152:11 I got on a bus and spent a long time going through her messages, scrolling through contacts. 152:17 and eventually I found someone who had to be aunt. 152:20 Their conversations lined up with my appointments, but I did not find anything incriminating. 152:26 They barely texted each other. It was all phone calls. 152:31 After hours of searching, I decided to check my mother's Instagram. I went through her followers, and then I found her. 152:39 Ant. 152:40 Her real account, under a different name, completely unprofessional profile. 152:45 No credentials listed. 152:47 Just a bunch of old posts, including one where she was pictured with my mother long before I was born. 152:54 They had been friends for decades. 152:56 In that moment everything made sense. The transcripts, the spying, the constant gaslighting. 153:03 She was never a psychologist. She was just my mother's friend, pretending to be one. 153:09 That night I went back home and of course I got beaten for what I had done. But I did not care. 153:15 I had the truth now. 153:17 When I asked my mother point blank who aunt really was, she did not even answer. 153:23 Eventually a few years later I managed to get out of there. I moved in with a childhood friend who saved my life by letting me stay with him when we both started college. 153:33 And it was not until one random night while cleaning up my Instagram that I realized something chilling. 153:40 Aunt had been following me that whole time, watching silently, keeping up with my life. 153:46 Her bio said nothing about psychology. It said, chemistry teacher with more than 20 years. 153:54 that night i broke down it was the first time in a long time that i let myself cry but it was not just sadness it was grief for all the years i lost for all the time i spent trying to survive instead of simply being a child but there is a bright side to all of this two days ago i finally had my first real session with an actual licensed psychologist and when he asked me why i was there i hesitated Then I told him the truth. 154:24 He smiled gently and said, It sounds like we have a lot of work ahead of us. 154:30 Yes, we do. 154:31 And if you are someone who has gone through something similar, where therapy was not therapy or your home never felt safe, I want you to know this. 154:41 It does get better. 154:43 It may take time and healing may not look the way you imagined. But when you finally get there, when you finally find the right people, It is worth it. 154:58 Story 23 My best friend and I grew up in London, but her father's side of the family is from Ireland. 155:06 Every summer she travels there to visit her grandfather and the rest of her relatives. 155:11 Last summer she invited me to come with her for a couple of weeks, and I said yes without hesitation. 155:18 I had never been to rural Ireland and had no idea what to expect. 155:22 Her grandfather's house was remote, but truly remote, in the middle of nowhere. 155:27 The nearest town was at least a 40-minute drive away, and his house was the only building for miles. 155:34 It stood right in front of a quiet lake, and behind it was a massive forest. 155:39 Honestly, it was beautiful, with that unsettling postcard-like atmosphere. 155:45 Peaceful, but maybe too peaceful, if you know what I mean. 155:50 One afternoon, her father, grandfather, uncle, and older brother were all going to the village pub. 155:57 They invited us, which was tempting, but we decided to stay behind. 156:02 We thought it would be a rare chance to have the house to ourselves. 156:06 Two teenage girls pretending to be adults, snacks, movies, a total relaxation plan. 156:13 Now, if you have ever been to Ireland, you know that a quick pint is never just one pint. 156:19 A couple of hours passed and it was getting close to ten at night when we heard knocking at the front door. 156:24 We thought maybe someone had forgotten their key, so we went to check. 156:29 To get to the front door, you first had to pass through a small greenhouse-like sunroom. 156:35 We stepped in there expecting to see one of the family members, but instead there was a man standing outside. 156:42 At first we just stared at him, waiting for him to say something. 156:46 In that silence I had a chance to really look at him, and something felt wrong. 156:51 He seemed agitated. 156:53 His eyes were too wide like he had not slept in days, and his whole vibe was... off. 157:00 He said his car had broken down and that he needed to use a phone to call someone to come pick him up. 157:05 I looked behind him, trying to spot the car he was talking about, but there was nothing. 157:11 No sign of a car anywhere. 157:14 I asked him where his car was and he said it had broken down about 30 minutes down the road and that he had walked until he found a house. 157:22 Given how isolated the place was, I guess that could have been true. 157:27 Hesitantly, my friend offered him her cell phone and said he could make a call, but he would have to stay outside on the porch. 157:34 He did not take it. He completely ignored the phone and started asking whether there were any adults home. 157:41 I wanted to think maybe he just felt uncomfortable talking to two teenage girls and would rather speak to someone older. 157:48 But at the same time, we both knew something was not right. 157:52 trying to stay calm we told him that her family had gone out but would be back soon that did not discourage him in fact he started looking past us into the house almost like he was inspecting it then he said he needed to use the landline and started insisting that we let him inside at that point every alarm bell was going off if he needed to make a call why not use the phone that was already in his hand Why the landline? 158:20 He kept pushing, getting more and more insistent, almost aggressive. 158:25 My friend finally told him that he could use the cell phone or leave. 158:29 Those were his only options. 158:31 When he kept insisting, we shut the door in his face and locked it. 158:35 Then we bolted the inner door too. 158:38 We were both shaking. 158:40 We went back into the living room, turned off the lights and tried to peek through the curtains to see what he was doing. 158:46 He did not leave right away. 158:49 We watched him wander around trying to look through the windows. 158:52 Honestly it seemed like he was searching for another way in. 158:56 Eventually he disappeared into the darkness but we had no idea where he had gone. 159:01 That almost felt worse than having him still standing there. 159:05 Then my friend said something that made the whole thing even more unsettling. 159:09 She had never seen him before. 159:12 And in that town, everyone knows everyone. 159:15 We thought about calling her father, but by then some time had passed and nothing else had happened. 159:21 We assumed maybe it was over. 159:24 We tried to go back to normal. 159:26 Her dog started getting nervous, barking like crazy at the back of the house. But it was pitch black outside and we could not see anything. 159:35 We assumed it was probably a goat or something. Things like that happen. 159:40 After a while we got tired of waiting for the family to come back and decided to go upstairs to sleep. 159:46 I went into the kitchen to get some water before heading up, and that was when I heard it. 159:51 The handle on the back door was rattling, like someone was trying to force it open. 159:56 I froze. 159:58 That door was old, and I did not trust it to hold. 160:01 Then the banging started. loud violent banging. 160:05 I screamed and my friend came running down the stairs. 160:09 She yelled that she was calling the police, which was not true because the phones were upstairs, but it worked. 160:17 The banging stopped. 160:19 We heard footsteps moving away into the night, getting farther and farther, until we could not hear them anymore. 160:26 We just stood there frozen, unable to speak, barely breathing. 160:32 And then we heard the front door open. 160:34 We did not wait. 160:36 My friend grabbed a kitchen knife and we both ran to hide in the pantry. 160:40 It felt like the end. 160:42 But then we heard her father calling for us. 160:45 And I swear I have never felt relief like that in my life. 160:50 Still shaking, we rushed out and asked them, Did you see a broken down car on the road? 160:56 They all looked at us in confusion and said, No, nothing. No car. We did not see anyone walking on the road either. 161:04 And in that moment, honestly, I thought I was going to be sick. 161:13 Story 24 I worked at a huge summer camp in New Hampshire when I was around 20 years old. 161:20 It was one of those sleepaway camps where you basically live on site for 10 weeks, right on the edge of a massive lake, running activities for the kids all day. 161:30 It was actually my third summer there and by then I had already been promoted into a role that did not require me to sleep in a cabin with the campers, which was a huge perk. 161:41 It meant that once the kids were accounted for at night, I had a little more freedom. 161:47 I could work out, hang out with other staff members, or just relax without being tied to a group. 161:54 The camp was huge, about a square mile of land tucked into the woods. 161:59 There were no connected roads or anything, just a couple of dirt paths cutting through the trees. 162:05 During the day the place buzzed with kids between the ages of 6 and 15, but by 9.30 at night everything shut down. 162:13 The campers went to their bunks and only a couple of senior counselors on duty, drove around in a golf cart making sure nobody had snuck out. 162:23 Usually it was pretty quiet. 162:25 One night after all the campers were settled in, I was in the gym with another counselor, Jack. 162:31 The gym itself was an old building that also doubled as a stage for camp events. 162:36 The weight room was really more like a little room tucked away in the far corner. 162:40 At night, with all the lights on inside, the windows basically turned into mirrors so you could not see anything outside. 162:48 We were in the middle of a set when suddenly we heard something hit the basketball court just outside the gym room. 162:54 We went out to look and found a small rock about the size of a cherry sitting there. 162:59 At first we thought maybe something had fallen from the rafters or maybe a camper had snuck out to mess with us. 163:05 Nothing too strange. 163:07 About five minutes later we heard that same scraping sound again, like something being dragged across the wooden floor. 163:14 This time it was unmistakable. 163:17 I went out again and half joking and half serious, shouted that whoever was lurking around had better get back to their cabin before duty officer caught them. 163:27 I expected whoever it was to hear me and take off running. 163:31 We found another rock, this one bigger, maybe the size of a lime. and I started to feel uneasy. 163:38 Everyone knew the staff took care of the place very seriously, especially the gym. 163:44 Damaging the floor was a big no-no, and anyone throwing a rock like that would be in trouble. 163:51 We stayed where we were, trying not to act scared, but I kept looking at my reflection in the glass. 163:57 It hit me that there was definitely someone outside watching us, and because of the way the windows reflected, I could have been staring straight at them without even knowing it. 164:07 that thought gave me chills then out of nowhere there was a loud crash i dropped the weights and rushed out onto the court just in time to see a huge rock probably about the size of a basketball bounce and roll across the floor that changed the whole mood instantly there was no way a camper had done that That could have caused real damage, and it had. 164:33 It had chipped the wood. 164:35 I ran to the open doorway that faced the woods, pitch black out there, and shouted thinking maybe it was Matt, one of the counselors on duty. 164:45 I threatened to report him if he did not stop messing around. but standing there I realized how stupid it was to have my back to the lit interior and my face toward the blackness outside. 164:56 If whoever was out there threw something at me, I would never even see it coming. 165:02 I turned back toward the court, and that was when my stomach dropped. I saw the golf cart coming from the opposite direction, which meant there was no way it could have been Matt out there messing with us. 165:14 I looked at Jack, yelled, let's go, and we both ran toward the other entrance to meet the cart. 165:20 I told Matt what had happened, how someone had been throwing rocks into the gym for almost half an hour, and we sped around to the back side of the building, but whoever it was had already disappeared. 165:33 The only place they could have gone was straight into the woods, because that side of the property led to nothing. 165:39 There were no roads, no cabins, no trails, just dense forest for miles. 165:45 We went back to the staff lounge afterward, but I could not shake the feeling. 165:50 My adrenaline was through the roof, and I felt this deep, primal kind of fear. 165:55 I do not scare easily, but that was one of the few times in my life that I truly felt hunted, like someone had been sitting out there in the dark, silently watching us, waiting. 166:08 What disturbed me the most was knowing that whoever it was had come into camp by crossing through the woods in complete darkness, without light, without noise, without any reason, and then slip back out just as silently. 166:23 Whoever it was, they were not trying to prank us. They were trying to scare us. 166:29 And they did. 166:35 Story 25. 166:38 This happened when I was 22, just a few weeks away from graduating from college. 166:43 I was majoring in theater arts, and I only had a tiny portion of credits left to complete. 166:50 My final assignment was to help out in the costume shop for the department's spring musical. 166:56 Honestly, I was excited. 166:58 I have always loved sewing and working directly with costumes. 167:02 On top of that, the production was a little eccentric, with weird and very colorful designs, so it kept everything interesting. 167:11 The costume shop usually opened around noon on weekends, but that Saturday, I overslept after a long night and did not get there until 1pm. 167:21 As I approached the theater building, I noticed a guy standing near the entrance steps. 167:26 Our campus is not large, and by senior year, you have pretty much seen every face, even if you do not know the person. 167:34 But I had never seen him before. He looked about my age, maybe in his early 20s, but he was dressed strangely for the weather. 167:43 It was over 60 degrees Fahrenheit, and he was wearing a bulky winter coat and snow boots. 167:49 The clothes underneath looked a little dirty, old jeans and a wrinkled t-shirt, and his hair looked greasy, unwashed. 167:58 We made eye contact, and out of habit, I gave him a polite smile and nod. 168:03 He did not return it. He just stared, not in a flirtatious way, but coldly. Blankly. 168:11 His eyes followed me as I went up the steps and through the glass doors, and there was something about it that triggered this instinctive alarm in my stomach, like my senses were trying to raise a flag. 168:23 Even so, I brushed it off. 168:25 Once I was in the shop, a friend of mine was already there. 168:29 She asked if I was okay. 168:31 I guess I still looked a little shaken. 168:34 I told her about the guy outside and she actually went upstairs to take a look, but came back saying he was gone. 168:41 We laughed it off, figuring he was probably some harmless weirdo or maybe someone waiting for a friend. 168:48 I spent the next few hours sewing ridiculous costume pieces, literally sewing beach balls onto the tops of bikinis, while listening to a podcast. 168:59 Around 4.30 my friend left and I was alone in the shop. 169:04 I took a quick break to finish some homework and then went back to hand sewing snaps onto the back of a blouse. 169:11 This time I left my headphones off. Partly because I was already tired but also because I do not know. I did not want to be completely cut off from everything while I was down there alone. 169:23 The costume shop is in the basement and it is not easy to find if you do not know the theater building. 169:29 On one side it connects to backstage and the dressing rooms. 169:33 On the other it opens into a weird hallway near the auditorium with a side exit and a door leading to the main costume storage area. 169:42 There is also an exterior door that opens into what everyone called the weird courtyard. 169:47 It is not really a courtyard. 169:50 It's more of an enclosed area with the building's air conditioning and electrical systems. 169:55 The fences chain link and about 15 feet tall. 169:59 We had been warned never to go out there because if the door shut behind you, you would be stuck outside since it only opens from the inside. 170:07 I was sitting near that door, facing it from across the room. 170:11 There were mannequins scattered between the door and me, but I still had a clear line of sight through its little window. 170:17 It was probably around 6 o'clock when I heard a noise that snapped me out of my concentration. 170:23 I jumped and accidentally dropped my sewing needle. 170:27 I bent down to pick it up, and when I sat back up, the little window in the door was no longer empty. 170:33 The guy in the coat was there, standing right on the other side of the glass. 170:38 At first I could not see him fully because of the mannequins, but I shifted a little in my chair and yes, it was him. 170:45 He had found me and somehow he was standing in the fenced-off, locked courtyard. He had to have climbed the fifteen-foot fence. That was the only way in. Just that thought alone was enough to make me go cold. 170:59 We locked eyes again, and this time there was no way to misread the intent behind that look, cold, blank, completely unbothered. 171:09 He looked like he was trying to open the door, calmly, like he had every right to be there. 171:15 At first I did not move. I was trying to decide what to do. 171:20 I mean in theory he could not get in. 171:23 Right? 171:24 But then he started pulling harder on the handle. 171:27 That snapped me out of it. 171:30 The main entrance to the shop was to my left and it could be locked from the inside. 171:35 I got up to lock it. 171:37 Just as I reached the door he started pounding on the glass behind me. 171:41 Hard, sudden, aggressive. 171:43 That was the moment I got scared. 171:46 Really scared. 171:48 Instead of running out, which is probably what I should have done, I ducked into a little storage room behind me, shut the door, and called campus security. 171:57 Not the police, although they were notified later. 172:00 I guess when you are scared, you do not always make the most logical decision. 172:05 Luckily, campus security got there quickly, but by the time they arrived, the guy was already gone. 172:12 Somehow he had climbed back over the fence and disappeared before anyone saw him. 172:17 The security staff walked me back to my dorm and even brought me food from the dining hall because I was too nervous to go out. 172:24 Later that night a police officer came by my room to take my statement, but there was not much they could do. 172:31 No identification, no name, no cameras in that part of the building. 172:36 Just some random man who managed to get onto campus, fixate on me, try to force open a locked door, and then vanish without a trace. 172:46 I never saw him again, and even now I still have no idea who he was or what he wanted.