STDWYTK Presents: A Ghost Story

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:00):
From UFOs two Ghosts and Government cover Ups. History is
whirled with unexplained events. You can turn back now or
learn the stuff they don't want you to now. Welcome
back to the show. My name is Matt and I'm Ben,
and this is stuff they don't want you to know.
And oh do we have a treat for you today.

(00:23):
I'm just gonna go ahead and start reading this email Ben.
I think our loyal listeners will know this is that No,
they you understand what's happening, and they read the title.
And it took us a little while to get this
because it gets some extra TLC from our super producer Noel. Hello,
my name is Nick. I'm the one who sent you
a ghost story back in February. I listened to you

(00:43):
on the listener Mail podcast from May. A lady named
Lizzie asked about a ghost story, and Ben said he
would try to find it for I think the story
you're referring to his mind. Below is the email I
sent you that contains the story, so you can send
it to her. I want to thank you guys for
saying you liked it. Your compliment gave me the nudge
to do what I've wanted to do for some time,

(01:04):
which is right scary stories. I've even formed a horror
story writing group with some of my friends. The podcasts
and videos you have are awesome as always. Once again,
thank you, Nick, and now without further ado, Dear Matt
and Ben. Hello, my name is Nick. I'm a long
time viewer, first time commenter. I love your videos and

(01:25):
love the audio shows. I had an unusual experience i'd
like to share with you. I must warn you that
it is not for the faint of heart. Saturday, December nineteenth,
two thousand and nine was the worst day of my life,
no question about it. I was working as a pharmacy courier,
delivering medicine to hospitals, nursing homes, and mental institutions. I

(01:47):
always made these deliveries at night. I made my last
stop around the middle of the night a nursing home
in the middle of nowhere. It was cold and it
was snowing. In order to get back to the inner State,
I had to think a small winding road. To my
left was a river, and to the right was a
sheer rock wall. I had to drive slowly because of

(02:08):
the curves and weather conditions. As I went around this curve,
I passed by a car turned sideways. It was laying
on the driver door with the wheels on the wall.
It was so unexpected that my mind did not register
what I had seen at first. When I realized what
had happened, I found a place to turn around and
came back to the accident. Fortunately, there was a pull

(02:30):
off spot right by the road. I turned off my car,
got out and called nine one one. I told the
dispatcher my name, the road I was on, and what
I was looking at. The first thing I noticed was
the blood. The blood formed a pool spanning both lanes
of the road. My tire tracks were imprinted into the
blood from where I had first driven. By following the

(02:51):
pool to its source, I saw a man's head. He
had thinning blonde hair caked with blood. I ran over
to the guy, but I had to immediately turn away.
His head was not attached to his body. The man
had not been wearing a seatbelt, so when the car
turned over, he was slung halfway out the window. The
section between the door and the roof then came down

(03:11):
on his neck. I tried to tell the dispatcher that
the man had been decapitated, but all I got out,
was the man. There's a lot of blood. The dispatcher replied,
there's a man. Talk to him, see see if he
can respond. I swallowed the lump in my throat and said, no,
he can't. He's he's there's a lot of blood. The dispatcher,

(03:32):
getting what I meant, changed the subject. Is his car
still running? Yes? Okay, do you see any smoke or fire?
I looked around the car. There's some kind of vapor
coming from the engine compartment, but but it might be
just steam. What I need you to do is move
away from the car. We can just play it safe,
right right, don't worry. I'm sending people out there right now.

(03:52):
They're on the way, all right, thanks. I needed to
think logically. They had the road, but not an address.
I'm gonna get a house number for you. I looked around.
There was a mailbox about a hundred yards away. I
raced to it. I'm buy a house number. That's when
the dispatcher hung up on me. I looked at my
phone and disbelief. I thought about calling back, but then

(04:15):
I thought, forget it. They have the address and they're
already on the way. I slowly walked through my car
and leaned against the front fender. There was no one
else around me, no other cars passed by. There was
just this man in me. I stared at the poor
person laying lifeless, but a terrible way to go, I thought.
I felt so sorry for him, who was probably just

(04:37):
in a hurry to get home. I stared at that
pool of blood that also contained my shoeprints now and
the snowflakes will beginning to stick to the blood too.
I continued to stare at this blood until it filled
all my vision. It became covered by more and more
white dots. Please get here soon, and I thought to
myself as I shifted my weight. Just then the dead

(05:00):
man spoke. The words were unmistakable. He was screaming out
for his mother. As he screamed, he got louder and louder,
boad head head. He screamed for ten to fifteen seconds, then,
just as suddenly as he began, he stopped. In those seconds,

(05:21):
my world was turned upside down. My heart skipped at
the fear rushed out of my lungs. Adrenaline was coursing
through my veins, but it was no help. I couldn't move.
I was frozen my feet went numb, and then my legs.
The numbness drifted up through my body until it completely
consumed me. I have no idea how long I stood
there like that, but it felt like an age passed.

(05:43):
It was like I was in a trance. My eyes
focused on the man, my heart beating so fast I
could hear solution in my ears, my body as still
as a statue. Lights began to flicker off the man's car.
The slution in my ears was replaced with the sound
of sirens. I was released from my trance. I turned
to see a convoy of emergency vehicles coming towards me.

(06:05):
The first one on the scene was a male police officer.
He walked to me and shook my hand. How are
you doing tonight, he asked, Okay, I lied, Well, I'm
gonna ask you a few questions about the night. Okay, yes.
The officer asked about what happened. I answered him in
short sentences while he wrote stuff down. As we talked,
I watched the second one on the scene, A female officer,

(06:27):
walked to the car. She looked down at the man
that immediately looked away and brought her hand to her mouth.
She came up to us with her mouth still covered.
The mail officers stopped mid question, turned to her and
sympathetically asked. She nodded as she fought back tears. He
called the ten seventy nine over the radio. Later on
I would learn that this meant to notify the corridor.

(06:49):
He turned back to me and continued the questions. I
answered as best I could, but I omitted the part
with a dead decapitated person talked how can you explain
to someone else what you can't explain to yourself. When
we were done, he handed me the notes he had taken.
He told me to read them over and to change
your ad anything I needed to, then sign my name
at the bottom. I scanned. The page was short and

(07:12):
to the point, just the facts. It said nothing about
who this man on the road was, where he is going,
what he had spoken, and said nothing of how I
had been terrified or had all the feeling drained from me,
how I was in shop. I signed the paper and
handed it back in. He glanced down at it and
shot me a strange look. Do you see this type

(07:33):
of stuff often? He asked? No. I robotically answered, well,
are are you okay to drive? Yes? Another lie. Well,
then you're free to go. The Highway patrol might call
you if they have any more questions, seeing how you
didn't witness the wreck itself. I don't think they will,
thank you, officer. Have a good night, buddy. I got

(07:56):
back in my car. How could I possibly drive? I
had noel. I turned the car around and started down
the road. I stared straight ahead and let the muscle
memory take over. The street lights burned dimly, struggling to
fight back the darkness of the world. As I merged
onto the interstate. My car glided down the road as
I made the two hour solitary journey back to work

(08:18):
so I could drop off my delivery papers. Whenever someone
asked me if I believe in ghosts, I say no.
I have no other choice, since I have not seen
any evidence for ghosts. As for that night in December,
I know what happened, but I can't explain it. I
can't come up with any rational explanation for what occurred.
I can't say that what I heard was evidence for

(08:41):
a ghost, or evidence for an afterlife, or evidence for
anything else. Though I don't know exactly what caused it,
I know that I will never forget it. It is
seared into my mind. Sometimes when I lay down to
go to sleep, I closed my eyes and I'm standing
on that road. The numbness returns. I'm aware that it's cold,

(09:02):
but I can't feel it. I smell the metallic scent
of blood in the air, I see the tears in
the officer's eyes, and I hear the man's screams echoing
in my head. I have no need for ghosts. My
memories haunt me. Wow uh, thank you Noel for doing

(09:31):
all of that that you did, all that magic trickery.
And and Nick, thank you so much for sending in,
gosh man, such a great story. This would not have
happened without you, so thank you. If you have any
more stories, please send them our way if you don't
mind us kind of treating them that way. Well, if
you like this kind of story, we recommend you check
out audible dot com. They've got over a hundred and

(09:52):
fifty thousand titles to choose from. These are audio books,
by the way. They range from nonfiction fiction bestsellers, even
horror like what you just heard. And here's the best part.
Audible is offering you, guys are listeners, a free thirty
day trial and a free download of your choice. All
you have to do is go to audible dot com

(10:12):
slash conspiracy. It's pretty awesome you can you can just
pick one out and start listening. We would recommend Dreams
of Terror and Death, the Dream Cycle of HP Lovecraft.
If if you're if you want spooky, if you want
more of this, listen to that. It's awesome. So don't forget.
Go to audible dot com slash conspiracy to get your

(10:33):
free audio book and start your membership. Now, you guys,
thanks so much for listening. We know this was an
unconventional episode, but we wanted to just take a moment
because so many people are going in and saying, hey,
you guys, you can't say you found an amazing ghost story. Yeah,
that was kind of cruel of us. Yeah accidentally though,

(10:53):
So we hope you enjoyed it. And if you would
like to have a have us do stuff like this
in future, um, then maybe we can try that out too.
Uh yeah, I'd love to do more of this, Nick,
if you've got more, If anybody else, do you have
a cool story that you want us to read and
stylize in that manner, send it to us. We'd love

(11:14):
to hear it, okay, and we will be back to
our regularly scheduled programs in the upcoming days and episodes
until we find another story or you know, if you
guys right back and say, don't cree stories, what are
you doing? This isn't creepy pasta, Yeah, exactly, and if
if that happens, that's fine too. But um, we enjoyed

(11:36):
this and we hope you enjoyed listening to it as
much as we enjoyed reading it and hearing it. So, Uh,
you can find all of our episodes on our website
Stuff they Don't Want you to Know dot com. You
can also check us out on Facebook and Twitter, where
we are conspiracy stuff. And uh, let's see what what

(11:56):
else do we have? Well, the last thing you could do?
Oh coming up? Uh? Do we have any spoiler alerts
or anything like that? Nothing crazy right now. I don't
think we've the whole world's ahead of us. Been we
have to decide to make our own destiny. Yeah, the
world's like our dark oyster. That's right, that sounds weird.
I I'd like to see what's in the middle of

(12:17):
that dark oyster? What kind of pearl does a dark oyster.
Oh good, okay, you saved that awkward metaphor. Let's save Matt,
so let's go ahead and quit. While we are ahead,
there is one more way to get in contact with us.
If you want to take a page from Nick, go
ahead and shoot us an email with topic suggestions, feedback.
As we said, stories of your own. We'd love to

(12:38):
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