July 4, 2025 • 41 mins
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Hey, what's up, guys? And welcome back to another
Scary stories video. And today we're getting into
some chilling, true scary stories.
And all of these scary stories are sent in by you guys, viewers
of the channel. And you guys have some scary
experiences, to say the least. And thank you so much for
sending in your scary stories. They're scary, they're
entertaining. And for everyone watching right
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now, you'll want to stick aroundand listen to all of them.
Every single story in this videois great scary.
And yeah, you'll just want to hear them.
And thank you so much for stopping by.
It means the world. And please like and subscribe to
the channel. It helps more than you know.
So yeah, please like and subscribe.
And all right, without further ado, let's get into some
chilling, true scary stories. Hey, Snook, I've been meaning to
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share the story for a long time.I've always loved your channel
and listening to your scary outdoor stories reminding me of
something that happened to me years ago.
It's not paranormal, or at leastI don't think it was, but it
still gives me chills whenever Ithink about it.
I didn't exactly have a happy. Childhood I grew up in a small
rural town in Serbia and my homelife was rough, to say the
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least. Abusive parents, a lot of
loneliness, the kind of stuff that forces you to grow up too
fast. So I spent most of my time
outside with my two closest friends.
S&B They are my escape. The three of us were always
exploring, always looking for something exciting to distract
us from real life. One summer afternoon when I was
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13, we decided to explore the outskirts of town, somewhere
none of us had really ever been before.
We ended up stumbling across this little overgrown Creek,
tucked behind an old, unkempt orchard.
The place looked abandoned and forgotten.
Trees grew wild, their branches forming almost a canopy
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overhead, and the air smelled like damp earth and rot.
To most people, it probably would have looked just like a
dump. There were beer bottles, old
cigarette packs, torn up plasticbags, even syringes scattered
around. Was it us?
It was perfect. It was hidden, it was quiet, and
it was ours. We figured we could clean it up
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and turn it into our secret hangout spot, a place where no
one would bother us. But there was something odd
right from the start, near the Creek bed, half buried in the
dirt, where a pair of scuffed upshoes and a muddy jacket.
They looked recently dug up. I pointed it out to S&B, but we
kind of all laughed it off, joking that maybe some drunk guy
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had passed out there or ditched the stuff.
We didn't think too much of it, or maybe we just didn't want to.
That night we made a plan. I'd bring a shovel to clean up
the mess. That's what brings some
cardboard to sit on. And B found this old broken
bench in his shed. We were actually excited.
It felt like we were building something of our own, far from
the crap we were dealing with athome.
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But when we came back the next day, everything had changed.
The Creek was trashed worse thanbefore.
The shoes and jacket were gone. But now there were torn clothes
scattered everywhere. Different ones, like someone had
ransacked a donation bin. A few meters down the path we
saw something that looked like abone.
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Not small, like a chicken wing or anything.
A big one. At first I thought it was maybe
a deer or a stray dog, but something about it just looked
off. It was stripped clean, no fur,
no rot, just pale and dry. Still, we were stupid kids.
We laughed nervously and tried to ignore the unease building in
our stomachs. That's what I've noticed.
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A note. It was tacked to a tree,
fluttering slightly in the breeze.
The paper was yellowed and torn at the edges, but the message
was clear, written in jagged, shaky handwriting.
Either you leave this place alive or you suffer like the
rest of them, or something alongthose lines.
I didn't even finish reading it before I got the goosebumps.
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My mouth went dry. I shouted to S&B.
They laughed, but not convincingly.
It was that forced laugh you do when you don't want your friends
to know you're scared out of your mind.
We sat down anyway, try to play it cool, but we didn't even last
half an hour. Out of nowhere, I noticed
something between the trees. Just a shape.
Tall, dark, motionless. A black silhouette barely
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visible through the branches. At first I thought I was just
imagining it, so I blinked hard,rubbed my eyes and looked again.
It was still. There and then it moved.
It stepped forward just once andI felt something cold gripped my
chest. I screamed, high pitched, no
shame, pure fear. S&B whipped around and saw it
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too. We all jumped up and ran.
The path out was steep, a hill covered in loose dirt and roots.
It was hard to climb, even on a good day, and we were panicking.
I looked back just once. I wish I hadn't.
That figure was chasing us, and it wasn't alone.
I swear I saw at least three or four more cloak shapes in the
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tree line, watching, standing completely still, like they were
waiting. I don't know who or what they
were, but I've never ran so fastin my life.
S was crying, sobbing uncontrollably.
B didn't make a sound. We scrambled up that hill like
our lives depended on it, and maybe they did.
The figures never followed us past the top.
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They just stayed there, staring as we disappeared into the
orchard and out of sight. Not even a few days ago, I
started researching the area at a Creek.
It was supposed to be turned into a park years ago, but the
project was cancelled just two months into planning, no
explanation given. Dig a little deeper and you'll
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find something even weirder. That entire patch of land used
to be an Islamic graveyard from World War One, but there were no
signs left now. No stones, no fences.
Just trees, dirt and silence. I don't believe in ghosts, I
never have. But after that day, I started
wondering if we hadn't just walked into some abandoned grave
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site, maybe even the territory of a cult.
Whoever those people were, they didn't want us there, and they
made that very clear. I've since moved far away from
that town, but I still talk to S&B regularly.
We never go near that area, not anymore.
For anyone curious, I included alittle map.
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The blue line I drew shows the Creek.
The steep hill we ran up is justa few feet from it.
Not that visible on satellite view, but in person it was a
tough climb. And above it is the orchard,
just like I remember it. This story isn't very long, but
it's one I've never forgotten. I actually thought of it while
listening to one of your recent outdoor horror videos.
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It just brought everything flooding back.
Anyway, thanks for reading this.Sorry if my English was a little
rough, it's not my first language.
I just wanted to finally share this with someone.
I've actually retouched this story a bit so it sounds a bit
more professional, so technically I resent it.
Keep up the amazing work Snook. I respect how consistent you are
with your uploads. You've built something awesome.
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Hey Snook, big fan and I hope you find this story interesting.
It definitely leaves me a littleunsettled every time I remember
it. To start, my childhood house was
a 1 1/2 story, meaning the second story was in the shape of
EU with the middle being a sort of balcony with a railing along
each wall. Each corner was a bedroom.
In the sides were hallways with these stairs in the right hall.
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My room was in the bottom right corner if you imagine it from a
top view. Sounds complicated, but all you
really need to know is that in order to get downstairs you need
to pass by my bedroom. I have two sisters who bedrooms
were on the opposite side of thehouse from mine for a good
while, starting when I was around 14 to 15 years old.
Each night around the same time,12 to two AMI would hear
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footsteps going from my sister'sside of the house, past my room
and down the stairs. Occasionally the hallway light
would turn on and then turn off as they pass, but naturally I
always assumed it was one of my sister's.
After about a week of this happening, I decided to just
bring it up to them. They both denied it.
In my head I thought they were just lying, so I made a plan to
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catch them in the act the next night.
As soon as these steps would be outside my door, I planned on
swinging it open and catching whichever sister it was.
So that's what I did. Around 12:30-ish, they were
there right on time. Immediately I hopped out of bed
and rushed to my door, hand on the knob, waiting patiently for
them to step right outside. Once they did I swung it open
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and they immediately stopped. I found myself staring at a
pitch black and empty hallway. It freaked me out so I closed
the door and laid in bed, going to fall asleep so the night
would be over. After that I never heard the
footsteps again. About a year later both sisters
had moved out and I took one of their bedrooms.
For some reason this re triggered the occurrences.
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At this point I'd be left alone in the house quite often.
Every time I was alone it was asif someone was downstairs
walking around and if I walked out of the room they'd stop for
that day. Because of this I would just
stay in my room until my parentsgot back from wherever.
This nights around 8 PMI was outwith my aunt and she dropped me
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off at home after our outing. I entered the house through the
back door which is right next tothe kitchen so just sat down at
the dinner table on my phone preparing myself to trek through
the dark house to the safety that's my bedroom for about 5
minutes. I sat there when I heard from
upstairs. The door to my old bedroom
upstairs slammed shut. Of course my brain went to
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intruder. From the table I could see the
stairway so all I could think ofwas that soon I'd be seeing some
crazy person running down. Immediately I grabbed my phone
and ran outside. I went behind a corner of the
house so I could keep an eye on the door.
I called my aunt and she speed back to my place.
She had a gun and searched the house to find no one.
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That night I stayed at her houseand soon after my family moved
out of that house. Hey Snook, I've been watching
your videos for about two monthsnow and I became hooked on your
personal scary stories and felt I should send one in.
Just call me poster for the story.
So for some context, my grandmother passed away around 3
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years ago due to pneumonia. She was a joyous and kind person
who cared for everyone, so when she passed away it caused a huge
dent in our family. Right after she passed, I began
to wake up between 3:00 to 4:00 AM for no reason.
I'm not a superstitious person and always have a reason for the
unexplained, but every time I woke up I felt she was right
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next to me. I chalked it up to me just
missing her and wanting to feel her presence again.
But one day I had a dream she was calling my name over and
over again which caused me to wake up.
I woke up in a cold sweat and chills ran down my spine.
The weeks went on and me waking up in the middle of the night
kept happening, but soon I had one of these strange dreams
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again. I dreamed that I woke up and it
was a normal day. I climbed out of bed and did the
normal morning routines. That's when I walked out to my
kitchen and saw my grandmother cooking breakfast.
At the time of the dream I had thought nothing of it so I went
on with my day and soon returnedto bed as the daylight faded
from the sky. As soon as I shut my eyes in the
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dream I felt a hand on my head stroking my hair.
This felt so real as I could feel her wrinkles touching my
forehead every so often. I could feel her nails combing
my hair as she pet. I shot awaken my real bad and
she was no longer there. I was back in my house and not
my childhood home as I was in the dream.
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This dream soon became reoccurring and I would still
wake up during the hours of three to 4:00 AM.
It's been three years since my grandmother passed and I still
have no explanation for this. I believe she's checking in on
me and it's her spirit saying hi.
Thank you for sharing my story and I hope you enjoyed it.
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Hey Snook, First off, I just want to say I love your content.
I listen to all I'm at work during my overnight shifts from
7:00 PM to 4:00 AM. Your story seriously helped get
me through the long drag of the night, so thank you.
Now this story is one I've been meaning to share for a while.
So before my husband and I got married, we were just two
teenagers trying to figure out life on our own.
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I was 18, he was 19, and we werepretty naive.
Since we didn't have any rental history, we thought the best
move would be room sharing. It seemed simple enough.
Share space, save money. We've been in our first room
share for a little under 5 months when I found out I was
pregnant with our daughter. The place we were living in at
the time was a literal nightmare.
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We are crammed into a basement bedroom that had mold, bugs,
mice, and the washer would floodinto our room anytime it ran.
It was disgusting and unsafe, especially with a baby on the
way. We tried reaching out to family,
hoping someone could take us in temporarily, but nobody had the
space. Desperate and scared for the
future of our unborn child, I posted on the Next Door app
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explaining our situation. However young, expecting a baby,
and stuck in a living situation that felt like it could collapse
at any moment. That's when a woman reached out
to me. Let's call her Mary.
Mary told us that she and her husband had a full size basement
they were remodeling into a miniapartment.
She said it wasn't quite finished yet, but they were
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hoping to rent it out to help with the cost of living.
She explained that she worked asa caregiver for the elderly and
her husband was a licensed mechanic who ran a shop out of
the garage. She said we could have the whole
basement to ourselves, share therent and utilities 5050, and
still access the rest of the house freely.
They even plan to install a bathroom and makeshift kitchen
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downstairs so we wouldn't need to go upstairs unless we wanted
to. She sent photos of the basement
and the offer sounded, well, honestly, it sounded like a
blessing. We didn't have furniture and she
said the basement would be fullyfurnished by the time we moved
in. We spoke for a few days and then
we packed up everything we had and called my sister to help
move us in. When we arrived, Mary told us
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their electricity was out due toa neighborhood outage caused by
the rain. We didn't think too much of it
and moved our stuff in. We met Mary and her husband for
the first time that day and theyinformed us that the basement
wasn't livable yet, but we couldstay in the upstairs spare
bedroom until it was. That fully furnished space we
were promised? Yeah, apparently the furniture
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hadn't arrived yet, so we slept on a piece of foam padding on
the floor for a week. Eventually we moved downstairs,
but again, no furniture still just a foam pad.
Then the leak started. Water kept coming into the
basement and they had to fix it repeatedly.
We paid $600.00 upfront that first week.
For a while things seemed OK. Then Mary told us she saw a
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mattress by a dumpster down the street and offered to help us
carry it home on foot two blocks.
And yeah, we said yes. Anything was better than the
floor. A couple of months in, around
mid-october, things started to shift.
I'd opened up to Mary and her husband about my little brother.
He was 16, living with my emotionally abusive mom, and
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I've recently been sent to juvenile detention after being
accused of attacking her. My mom planned to waive her
parental rights and if nobody took them in, he would have been
sent into the system. I couldn't let that happen.
I asked Mary if he could come stay with us.
She said yes. So I went to court, got full
guardianship, and brought my brother home with me.
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At the time, it felt like we were building a future together.
Me, my husband are soon to be daughter and my little brother.
I was proud but something didn'tfeel right.
Not long after my brother moved in I found out Mary had gone
behind my back. She had been secretly talking to
my mom even though we had just gotten guardianship through the
courts. Mary and my mom went to a FedEx
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Office and had a power of attorney document signed making
Mary my brother's legal guardian.
I had no idea this even happeneduntil after it was done.
I was shocked, hurt, confused and I asked Mary how this was
even legal and she just smiled and told me she had spoken to
the courts and they proved it. I had no reason not to believe
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her so I let it go. We enrolled my brother into a
new school closer to us and he seemed to be adjusting.
But when Christmas came around things got chaotic.
My baby was due in January and we were trying to get everything
ready. We had a baby shower and left a
bunch of stuff with Mary so she could surprise us by putting
together a nursery. But when we asked about it
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later, half of it had mysteriously disappeared.
Mary blamed my little brother, said he was jealous and probably
misplaced everything that lit a fuse.
The tension in the house skyrocketed.
At one point, my brother came home from a court appointed
therapy session and Mary asked to speak with him privately.
Moments later, she pulled me aside and said he had told her
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that my mother had ass assaultedhim.
I was stunned not just by the claim, but by how it was
presented. Even my brother looked confused
when she repeated in front of uslike he'd never said.
It at all. It didn't feel right.
None of it did. That night her husband ended up
raising his voice at me and whenmy husband stood up, just stood
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up, he snapped. He attacked my husband, punched
him in the face until he's bleeding.
Mary eventually pushed him off and made him go outside.
Then she came downstairs apologizing, saying it would
never happen again. We are shaking, but we stayed.
It kept getting worse. Mary withdrew my brother from
high school, saying he got kicked out for behavioral
issues, which was news to everyone.
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She said she'd homeschool him but never showed me any
paperwork. Then one day I was in the
hospital giving birth to my daughter, the most beautiful
little girl I'd ever seen. But Mary told me my brother
wasn't allowed to the hospital. She claimed he was being
punished for stealing baby shower gifts.
Again. I don't know what to believe
anymore. When we came home from the
hospital, everything was different.
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Furniture moved, rooms were arranged, our stuff had been
moved upstairs, my brother's stuff moved into the basement.
Mary said it was for comfort so I wouldn't have to use the
stairs post birth and I believedher until the final straw.
One day my husband and I were napping while our baby slept in
the living room, which, by the way, had become Mary in her
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husband's bedroom after they turned theirs into a storage
closet. My husband got up to use the
bathroom and Mary called him to the living room to show him
their new stereo system. He came and got me and we both
sat down. Suddenly her husband burst out
from the other room, started screaming at us, knocked over
the stereo and lunged at my husband.
And that was it. We ran downstairs, started
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looking at apartments and told Mary we were leaving.
She begged us not to go, said mybrother was the real problem,
that he was what set her husbandoff.
We agreed to give it one more chance, but that chance didn't
last long. What happened next?
Well, that's a whole other story.
A few weeks after the conversation with Mary, things
were OK, at least on the surface.
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My husband and I were working long overnight shifts to get
extra money beans Mary had been telling us the utilities were
especially high, and since Mary offered to watch our daughter
and my little brother while we were gone or sleeping, we
accepted. It seems like she genuinely
wanted to help, but one morning after one of those long shifts,
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Mary came into her room and wokeus up.
She asked if we had seen my little brother.
Confused, we told her no, she was supposed to be the one
watching him while we rested. That's when she said he was gone
missing. Before we could even wrap our
heads around what was happening,Mary got a call from the police.
My little brother been found. He had run away and told the
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officers that he was too scared to come back home.
He was also in serious abdominalpain and was taken to the ER.
We rushed to the hospital immediately.
When I saw him, I was shocked. He looked like he'd been
brutally beaten. Mary stepped out to take a call
and I tried to get him to tell me what had happened, but he was
scared, silent, refused to say anything.
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Eventually, Child Protective Services got involved.
They took him, and we were left in the dark.
Mary kept saying the courts weremaking assumptions and accusing
her of things she didn't do, butshe wouldn't tell us what those
accusations even were. Then one day, she let me go to
the court with her. That's when I finally read the
court documents, and that's whenit all came out.
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She and her husband were being accused of child abuse, medical
and educational neglect, a long list.
My little brother had gone through a 2 hour interview where
he revealed horrifying details about what they did to him when
we weren't around. Things I won't even repeat here
because they're that disturbing.What broke me the most was
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learning that he wanted to come back.
Not just for himself, but for us.
For me, my husband, and our daughter.
He blamed himself for not knowing, for not being able to
stop it sooner. Mary tried to convince us that
he was lying, that none of it was true.
She said that my brother had been jumped at a gas station the
night before he ran while we were at work, and that he was
fabricating the story. But our trust in her was
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starting to crack. Then one day I was really sick
and stayed home from work. My husband had just gotten back.
Mary and I were talking in our bedroom and suddenly her husband
burst in. He kicked my husband in the
chest so hard it knocked him down.
Then he just started wailing on him, kicking him in the face
over and over again until he wasbleeding and bruised, his face
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swollen and unrecognizable. Mary rushed her husband out of
the room with her daughter in her arms.
I immediately screamed for her to give us her baby back, and
thankfully she did. But then she went to console
him, the man who just assaulted my husband. 30 minutes later she
texted me from the other room. She said we need to pack our
things because we're going to a hotel, that we need to be quiet
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so her husband wouldn't hear. She asked us for money and we
sent her everything we had left.We waited, packed her bags,
packed her daughter's things, but there was no follow up
message. Nothing.
Eventually I asked her what was going on.
She replied with something totally out of left field.
Do you guys want anything from Taco Bell?
I was stunned. My husband was bleeding and she
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was asking about fast food. I told her no and reminded her
that we needed medical help for him.
She just said well we can't get an Uber like that.
No offense that was furious. I started asking her more
questions. She dodged every single one.
Then she flipped the story. Said we didn't even have to
leave anymore, that her husband was going to leave instead.
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It didn't sit right with me. None of this did.
She said she was going to Walmart for baby formula and
took our daughter with her. I asked her why she had to take
her. She didn't answer.
Later she offered to take me with her to the next door but
wanted my husband to stay behindwith her husband.
I said absolutely not, he didn'twant to be left alone with that
man again. She brushed it off like it was
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nothing, saying he's not going to touch him.
As if we hadn't all just witnessed a violent assault.
I told her my husband needs to go to the hospital.
I don't understand why we're still here.
She got defensive. Then she just left with her
husband and our baby. That was it.
I snapped. We called my husband's family
and told them everything that had been happening.
His dad jumped in the car with aloaded gun and drove straight to
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us. We were panicking.
They had our daughter. And that's when I remembered.
Mary had set up a Life 360 groupso she could track when we came
home. It was meant to help with
unlocking the door since we didn't have a key, but now it
was our lifeline. We tracked her to a Kroger.
She and her husband were outsidewith a bunch of bags waiting on
an Uber, but the ride wasn't said to take them home.
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That's when it all clicked. They were trying to flee with
our daughter. We rushed there and snatched our
baby back from her arms. Her husband escalated the
matter, going after my husband again.
And that's when my father-in-lawstepped in, pointing his gun at
him. Security intervened before
things could get deadly, separating them and sending Mary
and her husband on their way. Then we left, went to stay with
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my family. That's when we finally learned
the whole truth. Mary and her husband had been
abusing my little brother from almost the moment he started
staying there. Vile in human things, in the
obsession they had with my daughter.
It went back to when they found out I was pregnant.
They wanted her, and once our baby was born, they decided my
brother was no longer useful. That's when the abuse escalated
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so badly that he ran away. They never thought he'd tell
anyone. Today me and my husband and our
daughter live in our own apartment.
No roommates, just us. My little brother is staying
with my older sister and although he's dealing with
trauma related behavior, he's doing all right.
He's safe. Mary and her husband are both
facing criminal charges. Her husband was hit with a long
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list of abuse and neglect charges.
Mary initially escaped punishment by claiming she was
on drugs and scared of him. She entered a rehab program and
walked away without charges, butwith new evidence the courts are
finally reopening her case. There's a real chance she'll
face the same charges her husband did.
Fingers crossed she finally getswhat she deserves.
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We're all still dealing with thetrauma.
I carry guilt every day. Guilt for not seeing the signs,
for not protecting my little brother sooner or surviving
healing. Taking it one day at a time.
My little brother and I are still extremely close and him
and my daughter have the most beautiful relationship.
My husband and I got married a little under a year ago and
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we're doing great in this. This is the first time I've told
it all out loud from beginning to end other than amongst
ourselves in court proceedings. Thank you for listening.
The woman who watched asleep. Hello Snook, I love your videos
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from the confession to Reddit stories.
I don't know if someone would think this story is scary, but I
still thought I'd write it up and send it to you.
Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes or even if some
parts don't make sense. I have dyslexia and have always
had trouble putting thoughts into words.
This event took place when I wasa child on Christmas Eve.
I don't remember exactly. How old I was but.
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I was old enough to know Santa wasn't real, but still young
enough to pretend that Santa would send us gifts.
One Christmas tradition that my older sister and I had was that
we would always have a sleepoveron Christmas Eve and we would
stay up being giddy about the presents we would get to open in
the morning. The one present that I got to
open on Christmas Eve was a Starlight projector, and I used
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it well into my teens since I was scared still am of the dark.
But this projector showed brightgreen stars for a cycle of five
hours in the ceiling, which is important for the story.
The sleepover was normal. We snuggled in bed together,
talking about the presents we were going to get, also telling
each other about the gifts we knew about.
And we probably went to bed around 10:00 PM with those
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bright green stars dancing on the ceiling.
For some reason, I woke up. The hum of the projector was the
only sound in the room that I noticed, and I remember rolling
onto my side to face my sister, who to my horror, was awake
staring at me. I can make out her face because
these stars were on, so it couldbe no later than 3:00 AM.
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Before I could react, my sister quickly hushed me before her
eyes started to the door. I thought my sister was trying
to fuck with me, trying to scareme like an older sister does,
but then I heard my name. I heard a woman saying my name
in a low hushed voice that I didnot recognize.
My sister shook her head, but I slightly turned to look at the
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door, thinking that it was our mom who was waking up to open
the presents downstairs. But it wasn't my mom.
Her room was in this green hue from the stars and it was light
enough to be able to see everything.
And that the door was this woman, not my mom because this
woman had long black hair while my mom had short black hair.
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She was just standing in front of the door, which was closed.
She had this white nightgown on,but she was just staring at us,
not moving, not breathing, just watching us.
I moved to look back at my sister, who was still watching
me while that woman called out her name.
I didn't know what to do, screammaybe, but I didn't.
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I just laid there looking at my sister, waiting for her to do
something, but she didn't. I don't know how long we stayed
like that, staring at each other, that woman calling her
name, but I fell asleep again. When I woke up again, it was
still dark out since it was winter, but my sister's bedside
lamp was on so the room wasn't dark.
My sister was still asleep and that woman was gone.
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The door was open, which was strange since we kept our
bedroom door closed to keep our dog from coming into our rooms.
Being a child, I left my sister and went downstairs.
Sitting on the couch was my mom with a cup of coffee and our dog
beside her. She greeted me and asked if my
sister was awake yet. I didn't answer her but I just
sat beside her. I then asked her if she was in
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the room last night watching us.She was confused and said no and
I told her what happened. She told me it was probably just
a dream and I agreed with her. I went back upstairs to wake my
sister. The first thing she said to me
was if I had seen that woman last night.
I told her yes and said it wasn't mom.
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We just sat there for a while and she told me that she woke up
to that woman calling her name. My sister and I talk about it
from time to time wondering whatthe fuck happened and who that
woman was. We have two ideas. 1 is that it
was the ghost of our dead grandma who committed S word
when our mom was a teen or that it was our mom.
The idea was that our mom came from the fact that not long
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after that Christmas, our mom's mental health started to decline
to the point of multiple S word attempts and her leaving the
family on my 17th birthday. We think that maybe it was the
beginning of her decline, that the woman's long hair was either
a robe of some kind or just a shadow.
She has even said recently that it might have been her since she
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likes watching us sleep but she doesn't know.
But part of me thinks it might have been my grandma.
Not that I ever knew that woman.And my sister and I have a very
healthy hate for her because of the things she did.
She is our number one OP, but maybe, just maybe, it was her
ghost who wanted to see her granddaughters.
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After that Christmas, my sister and I never had another
sleepover. The face at the window they
snuck. I've been loving your videos, so
here's one for you. This is based on a true
experience though. I have flushed this into more of
a story. I hope you enjoy it.
It's weird the things that stay with you.
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I must have been about 6 or 7. My mom, my older brother and I
were curled up on the sofa watching TVI couldn't tell you
what we were watching. Something late, probably a bit
too grown up for me, but I remember how warm and safe it
felt. The lights were off, just the
blue glow of the television flickering across the walls.
I was tucked in close to my mom under a blanket, her arm draped
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lazily over me. My brother was at the far end of
the sofa, completely absorbed inthe screen.
Outside, it was pitch black. Our front room window looked
straight out onto the front lawn, just a few feet of grass
between US and the street. No fence, no gate, just open
space and glass. And then there was a face at the
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window. It wasn't pressed to the glass.
Just there, pale still, just standing in the dark, staring
into our living room. I remember how wrong it felt,
how out of place. The light from the TV lit it up
just enough that I could see it clearly.
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Two eyes, wide and lifeless. No fog on the glass, no
movement, just watching. I froze, my body locked up
completely. I didn't scream.
I didn't even say anything at first.
I just stared at it and it stared back.
Eventually I whispered to my mom.
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There's someone at the window. She didn't look.
She didn't even flinch, just gave this little sigh like I was
being silly. Ignore it, she said.
Just watch the television. I remember looking at her like,
what do you mean ignore it? But she wouldn't look.
She just kept watching the TV like nothing was wrong.
My brother didn't react either. I don't think he even heard me.
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But the face stayed. I kept glancing at it, expecting
it to move, to knock, to scream something, but it never did.
It didn't shift or blink or evenbreathe.
It just stood in the dark, watching us.
Eventually, I must have fallen asleep or blacked out.
I don't remember how the night ended, just that it did.
For years I wondered if it was adream.
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Maybe I imagined it, but it didn't feel like a dream.
I didn't wake up scared in the bed.
I remember being on that sofa. I remember how heavy my mom's
arm felt. I remember how my heart thumped
when I whispered to her in my 20s.
I brought it up to her. We were just talking about old
memories, and I said, Do you remember that night when I saw a
face at the window? She stared at me like I was
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making it up. What face?
You told me to ignore it. I said we're watching TV and
there was someone staring in from the front lawn.
She frowned. I don't remember that at all.
You must have dreamt it. She wasn't joking.
She genuinely didn't remember. My brother didn't either.
But I do. And the thing that still creeps
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me out about this? Who stands outside someone's
house in the middle of the night, unmoving, just watching.
No knock, no prank, no explanation.
And why didn't she look? Why did she tell me to ignore
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it? About two years ago I landed the
job as a roofer. It was a hard job but the money
was decent enough for Toronto rent prices. 3 months into the
job I started going to work sites with one other employee
named Tim. Change name for anonymity.
Tim has been on the job for over30 years, meaning he has
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seniority over me and I essentially just followed his
orders. One early morning Tim and I pack
up the truck and drove 3 hours to the middle of nowhere to do
some work at a warehouse being built.
When I say the middle of nowhere, I'm seriously talking
about the closest signs of civilization being a farmhouse
45 minutes back where we came from with some abandoned homes
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sprinkled throughout the countryside.
Our boss called us on the way tolet us know there was heavy rain
in the forecast and to where ourharness is up on the roof.
We finally arrived to the warehouse, which was in a huge
clearing surrounded by dense forest.
It was a massive building with asketchy dirt trail that led up
to it. Heavy dark skies were above, but
no rain. We drove the truck up, unloaded
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it, and entered the only accessible part of the building,
quickly getting to work. The hours started moving by, but
it was hard not to be a little unsettled by the uncanny feeling
of being the only two people in such a massive warehouse.
Tim stayed by the entrance the entire time, cutting metal
sheets for me as I carried them up the only side staircase to
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the roof. After a couple hours, I felt
some raindrops and headed down the stairs for the 100th time to
inform Tim. When I reached the main floor, I
saw Tim finishing up the next bundle of metal sheets for me to
take back up. Hey, it's starting to rain.
Tim looked up and replied. Well, it's lunch now anyways,
take a seat. He opened his cooler, took out a
thermos and sat down to eat. I said I'll just take this up
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real quick first and gesture to the small stack of metal sheets
on the floor. Tim nodded in approval and I
picked up the stack and took offto the staircase.
I walked up past the second and third floor and made it to the
roof. It was really starting to rain
hard now. On my way back down going past
the second floor, I nearly had afucking heart attack seeing
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someone at the end of the hallway by the window.
I stopped to get a good look andsaw another construction worker,
who definitely wasn't Tim, standing there looking out at
the rain, smoking a cigarette about 15 feet from me.
I've only been on the job three months now and knew how much
shit I'd get in if my boss foundout that someone was smoking
inside the building, so I calledout to him.
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Hey man, we can't smoke in here.No response.
He just kept staring at the window facing the opposite
direction, smoking a cigarette. I called that again.
Yo. No response.
Annoyed but not surprised, I headed down the last flight of
stairs to the ground floor and told Tim how a worker was
upstairs smoking. What?
He said, eyes widened. Nobody should be here.
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I've been here the whole time. This confused me, but I'm a
pretty rational thinker and justassumed that another crew must
have came without our knowledge.And someone walked by Tim, maybe
while he was cutting metal, and didn't notice.
Show me where he is. Tim said and then took him to
the stairs. I knew confrontation was
imminent. As we started climbing towards
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the 2nd floor, the smell of smoke filled the entire
stairwell. We arrived at the 2nd floor and
it was empty. He must have went up, I assured
Tim. We checked the third floor in
the roof and it was completely vacant.
The entire warehouse was empty. We were and are still the only
people here. The only thing that lingered was
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the smell of a freshly smoked cigarette.
Tim freaked out and instead of explaining to me why, he showed
me a news article from 4 weeks prior stating that a worker fell
off the roof of this same building without a harness and
died. Tim knew this happened but
didn't know it was this exact location until searching up the
article. This book does pretty bad and
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it's been the only experience I've had which was I can only
describe as paranormal. Tell me what you think Snook, I
have no explanation. There was only one way into the
building and one staircase. Somehow this person appeared and
disappeared out of thin air and wow dude that's crazy.
That's scary shit too. I mean you're out in the middle
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of nowhere so most likely wasn'tjust, you know, some stranger
walking by. 45 minutes since thelast warehouse, he said.
So definitely not someone. I mean, is there any chance the
owner or anything was, you know,around smoking?
But it's also weird he didn't respond to you.
And yeah, the final nail in the nail in the coffin, somebody
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died there four weeks prior. That's crazy.
I mean, I don't necessarily believe in ghosts, but I also
don't necessarily not believe inghosts, if that makes sense.
Guys, that's scary as shit. That's definitely spooky.
And I that sounds paranormal to me.
I mean, unless it's the owner ofthe warehouse or if there's any
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chance in other buildings around, but you could still
smell the cigarette smoke. He could still smell it.
So it's not like you were just imagining it or hallucinating it
or anything like that because that's another, you know,
alternative. That's possible.
You were hallucinating, but I don't believe you were.
That's creepy. And that's super scary.
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I'm really interested if you ever went back or if you had
more work there, did you ever, you know, experience anything
else weird? And also is there a picture of
the guy who passed away? And did you recognize kind of
the ghost or the figure? Did he have the same hair, same
outfit, that sort of stuff? Because that would be crazy.
But a super great story, to be honest, and super scary.
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And that also wraps up today's video.
Thank you so much for watching today's video.
And this was a bit of a shorter one, but it was shorter because
I honestly didn't have enough scary stories to include to make
this video longer. So the amount of stories you
guys send in means you'll have longer videos and vice versa,
versa. So this one's a bit shorter.
I mean, 40 minutes, that's a healthy video in my opinion, but
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that's a little bit short for mychannel.
Please comment down below what you thought about today's video,
if you enjoyed it, didn't enjoy it, anything else like that.
But thank you so much for watching to the end.
It really means the world. You guys are the best.
This community is awesome. And if you're not a part of the
community already, please subscribe.
You won't regret clicking that button.
And yeah, please like the video as well.
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Help so much. And thank you so much for
watching. And this is Snook.
And I'll see you next time. Bye.
Hey, what's up, guys? And welcome back to another
Scary stories video. And today we're getting into
some chilling, true scary stories.
And all of these scary stories are sent in by you guys, viewers
of the channel. And you guys have some scary
experiences, to say the least. And thank you so much for
sending in your scary stories. They're scary, they're
entertaining. And for everyone watching right
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now, you'll want to stick aroundand listen to all of them.
Every single story in this videois great scary.
And yeah, you'll just want to hear them.
And thank you so much for stopping by.
It means the world. And please like and subscribe to
the channel. It helps more than you know.
So yeah, please like and subscribe.
And all right, without further ado, let's get into some
chilling, true scary stories. Hey, Snook, I've been meaning to
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share the story for a long time.I've always loved your channel
and listening to your scary outdoor stories reminding me of
something that happened to me years ago.
It's not paranormal, or at leastI don't think it was, but it
still gives me chills whenever Ithink about it.
I didn't exactly have a happy. Childhood I grew up in a small
rural town in Serbia and my homelife was rough, to say the
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least. Abusive parents, a lot of
loneliness, the kind of stuff that forces you to grow up too
fast. So I spent most of my time
outside with my two closest friends.
S&B They are my escape. The three of us were always
exploring, always looking for something exciting to distract
us from real life. One summer afternoon when I was
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13, we decided to explore the outskirts of town, somewhere
none of us had really ever been before.
We ended up stumbling across this little overgrown Creek,
tucked behind an old, unkempt orchard.
The place looked abandoned and forgotten.
Trees grew wild, their branches forming almost a canopy
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overhead, and the air smelled like damp earth and rot.
To most people, it probably would have looked just like a
dump. There were beer bottles, old
cigarette packs, torn up plasticbags, even syringes scattered
around. Was it us?
It was perfect. It was hidden, it was quiet, and
it was ours. We figured we could clean it up
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and turn it into our secret hangout spot, a place where no
one would bother us. But there was something odd
right from the start, near the Creek bed, half buried in the
dirt, where a pair of scuffed upshoes and a muddy jacket.
They looked recently dug up. I pointed it out to S&B, but we
kind of all laughed it off, joking that maybe some drunk guy
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had passed out there or ditched the stuff.
We didn't think too much of it, or maybe we just didn't want to.
That night we made a plan. I'd bring a shovel to clean up
the mess. That's what brings some
cardboard to sit on. And B found this old broken
bench in his shed. We were actually excited.
It felt like we were building something of our own, far from
the crap we were dealing with athome.
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But when we came back the next day, everything had changed.
The Creek was trashed worse thanbefore.
The shoes and jacket were gone. But now there were torn clothes
scattered everywhere. Different ones, like someone had
ransacked a donation bin. A few meters down the path we
saw something that looked like abone.
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Not small, like a chicken wing or anything.
A big one. At first I thought it was maybe
a deer or a stray dog, but something about it just looked
off. It was stripped clean, no fur,
no rot, just pale and dry. Still, we were stupid kids.
We laughed nervously and tried to ignore the unease building in
our stomachs. That's what I've noticed.
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A note. It was tacked to a tree,
fluttering slightly in the breeze.
The paper was yellowed and torn at the edges, but the message
was clear, written in jagged, shaky handwriting.
Either you leave this place alive or you suffer like the
rest of them, or something alongthose lines.
I didn't even finish reading it before I got the goosebumps.
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My mouth went dry. I shouted to S&B.
They laughed, but not convincingly.
It was that forced laugh you do when you don't want your friends
to know you're scared out of your mind.
We sat down anyway, try to play it cool, but we didn't even last
half an hour. Out of nowhere, I noticed
something between the trees. Just a shape.
Tall, dark, motionless. A black silhouette barely
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visible through the branches. At first I thought I was just
imagining it, so I blinked hard,rubbed my eyes and looked again.
It was still. There and then it moved.
It stepped forward just once andI felt something cold gripped my
chest. I screamed, high pitched, no
shame, pure fear. S&B whipped around and saw it
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too. We all jumped up and ran.
The path out was steep, a hill covered in loose dirt and roots.
It was hard to climb, even on a good day, and we were panicking.
I looked back just once. I wish I hadn't.
That figure was chasing us, and it wasn't alone.
I swear I saw at least three or four more cloak shapes in the
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tree line, watching, standing completely still, like they were
waiting. I don't know who or what they
were, but I've never ran so fastin my life.
S was crying, sobbing uncontrollably.
B didn't make a sound. We scrambled up that hill like
our lives depended on it, and maybe they did.
The figures never followed us past the top.
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They just stayed there, staring as we disappeared into the
orchard and out of sight. Not even a few days ago, I
started researching the area at a Creek.
It was supposed to be turned into a park years ago, but the
project was cancelled just two months into planning, no
explanation given. Dig a little deeper and you'll
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find something even weirder. That entire patch of land used
to be an Islamic graveyard from World War One, but there were no
signs left now. No stones, no fences.
Just trees, dirt and silence. I don't believe in ghosts, I
never have. But after that day, I started
wondering if we hadn't just walked into some abandoned grave
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site, maybe even the territory of a cult.
Whoever those people were, they didn't want us there, and they
made that very clear. I've since moved far away from
that town, but I still talk to S&B regularly.
We never go near that area, not anymore.
For anyone curious, I included alittle map.
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The blue line I drew shows the Creek.
The steep hill we ran up is justa few feet from it.
Not that visible on satellite view, but in person it was a
tough climb. And above it is the orchard,
just like I remember it. This story isn't very long, but
it's one I've never forgotten. I actually thought of it while
listening to one of your recent outdoor horror videos.
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It just brought everything flooding back.
Anyway, thanks for reading this.Sorry if my English was a little
rough, it's not my first language.
I just wanted to finally share this with someone.
I've actually retouched this story a bit so it sounds a bit
more professional, so technically I resent it.
Keep up the amazing work Snook. I respect how consistent you are
with your uploads. You've built something awesome.
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Hey Snook, big fan and I hope you find this story interesting.
It definitely leaves me a littleunsettled every time I remember
it. To start, my childhood house was
a 1 1/2 story, meaning the second story was in the shape of
EU with the middle being a sort of balcony with a railing along
each wall. Each corner was a bedroom.
In the sides were hallways with these stairs in the right hall.
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My room was in the bottom right corner if you imagine it from a
top view. Sounds complicated, but all you
really need to know is that in order to get downstairs you need
to pass by my bedroom. I have two sisters who bedrooms
were on the opposite side of thehouse from mine for a good
while, starting when I was around 14 to 15 years old.
Each night around the same time,12 to two AMI would hear
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footsteps going from my sister'sside of the house, past my room
and down the stairs. Occasionally the hallway light
would turn on and then turn off as they pass, but naturally I
always assumed it was one of my sister's.
After about a week of this happening, I decided to just
bring it up to them. They both denied it.
In my head I thought they were just lying, so I made a plan to
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catch them in the act the next night.
As soon as these steps would be outside my door, I planned on
swinging it open and catching whichever sister it was.
So that's what I did. Around 12:30-ish, they were
there right on time. Immediately I hopped out of bed
and rushed to my door, hand on the knob, waiting patiently for
them to step right outside. Once they did I swung it open
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and they immediately stopped. I found myself staring at a
pitch black and empty hallway. It freaked me out so I closed
the door and laid in bed, going to fall asleep so the night
would be over. After that I never heard the
footsteps again. About a year later both sisters
had moved out and I took one of their bedrooms.
For some reason this re triggered the occurrences.
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At this point I'd be left alone in the house quite often.
Every time I was alone it was asif someone was downstairs
walking around and if I walked out of the room they'd stop for
that day. Because of this I would just
stay in my room until my parentsgot back from wherever.
This nights around 8 PMI was outwith my aunt and she dropped me
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off at home after our outing. I entered the house through the
back door which is right next tothe kitchen so just sat down at
the dinner table on my phone preparing myself to trek through
the dark house to the safety that's my bedroom for about 5
minutes. I sat there when I heard from
upstairs. The door to my old bedroom
upstairs slammed shut. Of course my brain went to
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intruder. From the table I could see the
stairway so all I could think ofwas that soon I'd be seeing some
crazy person running down. Immediately I grabbed my phone
and ran outside. I went behind a corner of the
house so I could keep an eye on the door.
I called my aunt and she speed back to my place.
She had a gun and searched the house to find no one.
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That night I stayed at her houseand soon after my family moved
out of that house. Hey Snook, I've been watching
your videos for about two monthsnow and I became hooked on your
personal scary stories and felt I should send one in.
Just call me poster for the story.
So for some context, my grandmother passed away around 3
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years ago due to pneumonia. She was a joyous and kind person
who cared for everyone, so when she passed away it caused a huge
dent in our family. Right after she passed, I began
to wake up between 3:00 to 4:00 AM for no reason.
I'm not a superstitious person and always have a reason for the
unexplained, but every time I woke up I felt she was right
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next to me. I chalked it up to me just
missing her and wanting to feel her presence again.
But one day I had a dream she was calling my name over and
over again which caused me to wake up.
I woke up in a cold sweat and chills ran down my spine.
The weeks went on and me waking up in the middle of the night
kept happening, but soon I had one of these strange dreams
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again. I dreamed that I woke up and it
was a normal day. I climbed out of bed and did the
normal morning routines. That's when I walked out to my
kitchen and saw my grandmother cooking breakfast.
At the time of the dream I had thought nothing of it so I went
on with my day and soon returnedto bed as the daylight faded
from the sky. As soon as I shut my eyes in the
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dream I felt a hand on my head stroking my hair.
This felt so real as I could feel her wrinkles touching my
forehead every so often. I could feel her nails combing
my hair as she pet. I shot awaken my real bad and
she was no longer there. I was back in my house and not
my childhood home as I was in the dream.
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This dream soon became reoccurring and I would still
wake up during the hours of three to 4:00 AM.
It's been three years since my grandmother passed and I still
have no explanation for this. I believe she's checking in on
me and it's her spirit saying hi.
Thank you for sharing my story and I hope you enjoyed it.
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Hey Snook, First off, I just want to say I love your content.
I listen to all I'm at work during my overnight shifts from
7:00 PM to 4:00 AM. Your story seriously helped get
me through the long drag of the night, so thank you.
Now this story is one I've been meaning to share for a while.
So before my husband and I got married, we were just two
teenagers trying to figure out life on our own.
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I was 18, he was 19, and we werepretty naive.
Since we didn't have any rental history, we thought the best
move would be room sharing. It seemed simple enough.
Share space, save money. We've been in our first room
share for a little under 5 months when I found out I was
pregnant with our daughter. The place we were living in at
the time was a literal nightmare.
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We are crammed into a basement bedroom that had mold, bugs,
mice, and the washer would floodinto our room anytime it ran.
It was disgusting and unsafe, especially with a baby on the
way. We tried reaching out to family,
hoping someone could take us in temporarily, but nobody had the
space. Desperate and scared for the
future of our unborn child, I posted on the Next Door app
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explaining our situation. However young, expecting a baby,
and stuck in a living situation that felt like it could collapse
at any moment. That's when a woman reached out
to me. Let's call her Mary.
Mary told us that she and her husband had a full size basement
they were remodeling into a miniapartment.
She said it wasn't quite finished yet, but they were
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hoping to rent it out to help with the cost of living.
She explained that she worked asa caregiver for the elderly and
her husband was a licensed mechanic who ran a shop out of
the garage. She said we could have the whole
basement to ourselves, share therent and utilities 5050, and
still access the rest of the house freely.
They even plan to install a bathroom and makeshift kitchen
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downstairs so we wouldn't need to go upstairs unless we wanted
to. She sent photos of the basement
and the offer sounded, well, honestly, it sounded like a
blessing. We didn't have furniture and she
said the basement would be fullyfurnished by the time we moved
in. We spoke for a few days and then
we packed up everything we had and called my sister to help
move us in. When we arrived, Mary told us
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their electricity was out due toa neighborhood outage caused by
the rain. We didn't think too much of it
and moved our stuff in. We met Mary and her husband for
the first time that day and theyinformed us that the basement
wasn't livable yet, but we couldstay in the upstairs spare
bedroom until it was. That fully furnished space we
were promised? Yeah, apparently the furniture
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hadn't arrived yet, so we slept on a piece of foam padding on
the floor for a week. Eventually we moved downstairs,
but again, no furniture still just a foam pad.
Then the leak started. Water kept coming into the
basement and they had to fix it repeatedly.
We paid $600.00 upfront that first week.
For a while things seemed OK. Then Mary told us she saw a
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mattress by a dumpster down the street and offered to help us
carry it home on foot two blocks.
And yeah, we said yes. Anything was better than the
floor. A couple of months in, around
mid-october, things started to shift.
I'd opened up to Mary and her husband about my little brother.
He was 16, living with my emotionally abusive mom, and
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I've recently been sent to juvenile detention after being
accused of attacking her. My mom planned to waive her
parental rights and if nobody took them in, he would have been
sent into the system. I couldn't let that happen.
I asked Mary if he could come stay with us.
She said yes. So I went to court, got full
guardianship, and brought my brother home with me.
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At the time, it felt like we were building a future together.
Me, my husband are soon to be daughter and my little brother.
I was proud but something didn'tfeel right.
Not long after my brother moved in I found out Mary had gone
behind my back. She had been secretly talking to
my mom even though we had just gotten guardianship through the
courts. Mary and my mom went to a FedEx
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Office and had a power of attorney document signed making
Mary my brother's legal guardian.
I had no idea this even happeneduntil after it was done.
I was shocked, hurt, confused and I asked Mary how this was
even legal and she just smiled and told me she had spoken to
the courts and they proved it. I had no reason not to believe
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her so I let it go. We enrolled my brother into a
new school closer to us and he seemed to be adjusting.
But when Christmas came around things got chaotic.
My baby was due in January and we were trying to get everything
ready. We had a baby shower and left a
bunch of stuff with Mary so she could surprise us by putting
together a nursery. But when we asked about it
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later, half of it had mysteriously disappeared.
Mary blamed my little brother, said he was jealous and probably
misplaced everything that lit a fuse.
The tension in the house skyrocketed.
At one point, my brother came home from a court appointed
therapy session and Mary asked to speak with him privately.
Moments later, she pulled me aside and said he had told her
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that my mother had ass assaultedhim.
I was stunned not just by the claim, but by how it was
presented. Even my brother looked confused
when she repeated in front of uslike he'd never said.
It at all. It didn't feel right.
None of it did. That night her husband ended up
raising his voice at me and whenmy husband stood up, just stood
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up, he snapped. He attacked my husband, punched
him in the face until he's bleeding.
Mary eventually pushed him off and made him go outside.
Then she came downstairs apologizing, saying it would
never happen again. We are shaking, but we stayed.
It kept getting worse. Mary withdrew my brother from
high school, saying he got kicked out for behavioral
issues, which was news to everyone.
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She said she'd homeschool him but never showed me any
paperwork. Then one day I was in the
hospital giving birth to my daughter, the most beautiful
little girl I'd ever seen. But Mary told me my brother
wasn't allowed to the hospital. She claimed he was being
punished for stealing baby shower gifts.
Again. I don't know what to believe
anymore. When we came home from the
hospital, everything was different.
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Furniture moved, rooms were arranged, our stuff had been
moved upstairs, my brother's stuff moved into the basement.
Mary said it was for comfort so I wouldn't have to use the
stairs post birth and I believedher until the final straw.
One day my husband and I were napping while our baby slept in
the living room, which, by the way, had become Mary in her
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husband's bedroom after they turned theirs into a storage
closet. My husband got up to use the
bathroom and Mary called him to the living room to show him
their new stereo system. He came and got me and we both
sat down. Suddenly her husband burst out
from the other room, started screaming at us, knocked over
the stereo and lunged at my husband.
And that was it. We ran downstairs, started
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looking at apartments and told Mary we were leaving.
She begged us not to go, said mybrother was the real problem,
that he was what set her husbandoff.
We agreed to give it one more chance, but that chance didn't
last long. What happened next?
Well, that's a whole other story.
A few weeks after the conversation with Mary, things
were OK, at least on the surface.
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My husband and I were working long overnight shifts to get
extra money beans Mary had been telling us the utilities were
especially high, and since Mary offered to watch our daughter
and my little brother while we were gone or sleeping, we
accepted. It seems like she genuinely
wanted to help, but one morning after one of those long shifts,
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Mary came into her room and wokeus up.
She asked if we had seen my little brother.
Confused, we told her no, she was supposed to be the one
watching him while we rested. That's when she said he was gone
missing. Before we could even wrap our
heads around what was happening,Mary got a call from the police.
My little brother been found. He had run away and told the
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officers that he was too scared to come back home.
He was also in serious abdominalpain and was taken to the ER.
We rushed to the hospital immediately.
When I saw him, I was shocked. He looked like he'd been
brutally beaten. Mary stepped out to take a call
and I tried to get him to tell me what had happened, but he was
scared, silent, refused to say anything.
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Eventually, Child Protective Services got involved.
They took him, and we were left in the dark.
Mary kept saying the courts weremaking assumptions and accusing
her of things she didn't do, butshe wouldn't tell us what those
accusations even were. Then one day, she let me go to
the court with her. That's when I finally read the
court documents, and that's whenit all came out.
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She and her husband were being accused of child abuse, medical
and educational neglect, a long list.
My little brother had gone through a 2 hour interview where
he revealed horrifying details about what they did to him when
we weren't around. Things I won't even repeat here
because they're that disturbing.What broke me the most was
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learning that he wanted to come back.
Not just for himself, but for us.
For me, my husband, and our daughter.
He blamed himself for not knowing, for not being able to
stop it sooner. Mary tried to convince us that
he was lying, that none of it was true.
She said that my brother had been jumped at a gas station the
night before he ran while we were at work, and that he was
fabricating the story. But our trust in her was
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starting to crack. Then one day I was really sick
and stayed home from work. My husband had just gotten back.
Mary and I were talking in our bedroom and suddenly her husband
burst in. He kicked my husband in the
chest so hard it knocked him down.
Then he just started wailing on him, kicking him in the face
over and over again until he wasbleeding and bruised, his face
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swollen and unrecognizable. Mary rushed her husband out of
the room with her daughter in her arms.
I immediately screamed for her to give us her baby back, and
thankfully she did. But then she went to console
him, the man who just assaulted my husband. 30 minutes later she
texted me from the other room. She said we need to pack our
things because we're going to a hotel, that we need to be quiet
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so her husband wouldn't hear. She asked us for money and we
sent her everything we had left.We waited, packed her bags,
packed her daughter's things, but there was no follow up
message. Nothing.
Eventually I asked her what was going on.
She replied with something totally out of left field.
Do you guys want anything from Taco Bell?
I was stunned. My husband was bleeding and she
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was asking about fast food. I told her no and reminded her
that we needed medical help for him.
She just said well we can't get an Uber like that.
No offense that was furious. I started asking her more
questions. She dodged every single one.
Then she flipped the story. Said we didn't even have to
leave anymore, that her husband was going to leave instead.
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It didn't sit right with me. None of this did.
She said she was going to Walmart for baby formula and
took our daughter with her. I asked her why she had to take
her. She didn't answer.
Later she offered to take me with her to the next door but
wanted my husband to stay behindwith her husband.
I said absolutely not, he didn'twant to be left alone with that
man again. She brushed it off like it was
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nothing, saying he's not going to touch him.
As if we hadn't all just witnessed a violent assault.
I told her my husband needs to go to the hospital.
I don't understand why we're still here.
She got defensive. Then she just left with her
husband and our baby. That was it.
I snapped. We called my husband's family
and told them everything that had been happening.
His dad jumped in the car with aloaded gun and drove straight to
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us. We were panicking.
They had our daughter. And that's when I remembered.
Mary had set up a Life 360 groupso she could track when we came
home. It was meant to help with
unlocking the door since we didn't have a key, but now it
was our lifeline. We tracked her to a Kroger.
She and her husband were outsidewith a bunch of bags waiting on
an Uber, but the ride wasn't said to take them home.
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That's when it all clicked. They were trying to flee with
our daughter. We rushed there and snatched our
baby back from her arms. Her husband escalated the
matter, going after my husband again.
And that's when my father-in-lawstepped in, pointing his gun at
him. Security intervened before
things could get deadly, separating them and sending Mary
and her husband on their way. Then we left, went to stay with
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my family. That's when we finally learned
the whole truth. Mary and her husband had been
abusing my little brother from almost the moment he started
staying there. Vile in human things, in the
obsession they had with my daughter.
It went back to when they found out I was pregnant.
They wanted her, and once our baby was born, they decided my
brother was no longer useful. That's when the abuse escalated
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so badly that he ran away. They never thought he'd tell
anyone. Today me and my husband and our
daughter live in our own apartment.
No roommates, just us. My little brother is staying
with my older sister and although he's dealing with
trauma related behavior, he's doing all right.
He's safe. Mary and her husband are both
facing criminal charges. Her husband was hit with a long
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list of abuse and neglect charges.
Mary initially escaped punishment by claiming she was
on drugs and scared of him. She entered a rehab program and
walked away without charges, butwith new evidence the courts are
finally reopening her case. There's a real chance she'll
face the same charges her husband did.
Fingers crossed she finally getswhat she deserves.
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We're all still dealing with thetrauma.
I carry guilt every day. Guilt for not seeing the signs,
for not protecting my little brother sooner or surviving
healing. Taking it one day at a time.
My little brother and I are still extremely close and him
and my daughter have the most beautiful relationship.
My husband and I got married a little under a year ago and
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we're doing great in this. This is the first time I've told
it all out loud from beginning to end other than amongst
ourselves in court proceedings. Thank you for listening.
The woman who watched asleep. Hello Snook, I love your videos
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from the confession to Reddit stories.
I don't know if someone would think this story is scary, but I
still thought I'd write it up and send it to you.
Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes or even if some
parts don't make sense. I have dyslexia and have always
had trouble putting thoughts into words.
This event took place when I wasa child on Christmas Eve.
I don't remember exactly. How old I was but.
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I was old enough to know Santa wasn't real, but still young
enough to pretend that Santa would send us gifts.
One Christmas tradition that my older sister and I had was that
we would always have a sleepoveron Christmas Eve and we would
stay up being giddy about the presents we would get to open in
the morning. The one present that I got to
open on Christmas Eve was a Starlight projector, and I used
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it well into my teens since I was scared still am of the dark.
But this projector showed brightgreen stars for a cycle of five
hours in the ceiling, which is important for the story.
The sleepover was normal. We snuggled in bed together,
talking about the presents we were going to get, also telling
each other about the gifts we knew about.
And we probably went to bed around 10:00 PM with those
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bright green stars dancing on the ceiling.
For some reason, I woke up. The hum of the projector was the
only sound in the room that I noticed, and I remember rolling
onto my side to face my sister, who to my horror, was awake
staring at me. I can make out her face because
these stars were on, so it couldbe no later than 3:00 AM.
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Before I could react, my sister quickly hushed me before her
eyes started to the door. I thought my sister was trying
to fuck with me, trying to scareme like an older sister does,
but then I heard my name. I heard a woman saying my name
in a low hushed voice that I didnot recognize.
My sister shook her head, but I slightly turned to look at the
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door, thinking that it was our mom who was waking up to open
the presents downstairs. But it wasn't my mom.
Her room was in this green hue from the stars and it was light
enough to be able to see everything.
And that the door was this woman, not my mom because this
woman had long black hair while my mom had short black hair.
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She was just standing in front of the door, which was closed.
She had this white nightgown on,but she was just staring at us,
not moving, not breathing, just watching us.
I moved to look back at my sister, who was still watching
me while that woman called out her name.
I didn't know what to do, screammaybe, but I didn't.
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I just laid there looking at my sister, waiting for her to do
something, but she didn't. I don't know how long we stayed
like that, staring at each other, that woman calling her
name, but I fell asleep again. When I woke up again, it was
still dark out since it was winter, but my sister's bedside
lamp was on so the room wasn't dark.
My sister was still asleep and that woman was gone.
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The door was open, which was strange since we kept our
bedroom door closed to keep our dog from coming into our rooms.
Being a child, I left my sister and went downstairs.
Sitting on the couch was my mom with a cup of coffee and our dog
beside her. She greeted me and asked if my
sister was awake yet. I didn't answer her but I just
sat beside her. I then asked her if she was in
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the room last night watching us.She was confused and said no and
I told her what happened. She told me it was probably just
a dream and I agreed with her. I went back upstairs to wake my
sister. The first thing she said to me
was if I had seen that woman last night.
I told her yes and said it wasn't mom.
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We just sat there for a while and she told me that she woke up
to that woman calling her name. My sister and I talk about it
from time to time wondering whatthe fuck happened and who that
woman was. We have two ideas. 1 is that it
was the ghost of our dead grandma who committed S word
when our mom was a teen or that it was our mom.
The idea was that our mom came from the fact that not long
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after that Christmas, our mom's mental health started to decline
to the point of multiple S word attempts and her leaving the
family on my 17th birthday. We think that maybe it was the
beginning of her decline, that the woman's long hair was either
a robe of some kind or just a shadow.
She has even said recently that it might have been her since she
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likes watching us sleep but she doesn't know.
But part of me thinks it might have been my grandma.
Not that I ever knew that woman.And my sister and I have a very
healthy hate for her because of the things she did.
She is our number one OP, but maybe, just maybe, it was her
ghost who wanted to see her granddaughters.
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After that Christmas, my sister and I never had another
sleepover. The face at the window they
snuck. I've been loving your videos, so
here's one for you. This is based on a true
experience though. I have flushed this into more of
a story. I hope you enjoy it.
It's weird the things that stay with you.
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I must have been about 6 or 7. My mom, my older brother and I
were curled up on the sofa watching TVI couldn't tell you
what we were watching. Something late, probably a bit
too grown up for me, but I remember how warm and safe it
felt. The lights were off, just the
blue glow of the television flickering across the walls.
I was tucked in close to my mom under a blanket, her arm draped
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lazily over me. My brother was at the far end of
the sofa, completely absorbed inthe screen.
Outside, it was pitch black. Our front room window looked
straight out onto the front lawn, just a few feet of grass
between US and the street. No fence, no gate, just open
space and glass. And then there was a face at the
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window. It wasn't pressed to the glass.
Just there, pale still, just standing in the dark, staring
into our living room. I remember how wrong it felt,
how out of place. The light from the TV lit it up
just enough that I could see it clearly.
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Two eyes, wide and lifeless. No fog on the glass, no
movement, just watching. I froze, my body locked up
completely. I didn't scream.
I didn't even say anything at first.
I just stared at it and it stared back.
Eventually I whispered to my mom.
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There's someone at the window. She didn't look.
She didn't even flinch, just gave this little sigh like I was
being silly. Ignore it, she said.
Just watch the television. I remember looking at her like,
what do you mean ignore it? But she wouldn't look.
She just kept watching the TV like nothing was wrong.
My brother didn't react either. I don't think he even heard me.
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But the face stayed. I kept glancing at it, expecting
it to move, to knock, to scream something, but it never did.
It didn't shift or blink or evenbreathe.
It just stood in the dark, watching us.
Eventually, I must have fallen asleep or blacked out.
I don't remember how the night ended, just that it did.
For years I wondered if it was adream.
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Maybe I imagined it, but it didn't feel like a dream.
I didn't wake up scared in the bed.
I remember being on that sofa. I remember how heavy my mom's
arm felt. I remember how my heart thumped
when I whispered to her in my 20s.
I brought it up to her. We were just talking about old
memories, and I said, Do you remember that night when I saw a
face at the window? She stared at me like I was
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making it up. What face?
You told me to ignore it. I said we're watching TV and
there was someone staring in from the front lawn.
She frowned. I don't remember that at all.
You must have dreamt it. She wasn't joking.
She genuinely didn't remember. My brother didn't either.
But I do. And the thing that still creeps
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me out about this? Who stands outside someone's
house in the middle of the night, unmoving, just watching.
No knock, no prank, no explanation.
And why didn't she look? Why did she tell me to ignore
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it? About two years ago I landed the
job as a roofer. It was a hard job but the money
was decent enough for Toronto rent prices. 3 months into the
job I started going to work sites with one other employee
named Tim. Change name for anonymity.
Tim has been on the job for over30 years, meaning he has
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seniority over me and I essentially just followed his
orders. One early morning Tim and I pack
up the truck and drove 3 hours to the middle of nowhere to do
some work at a warehouse being built.
When I say the middle of nowhere, I'm seriously talking
about the closest signs of civilization being a farmhouse
45 minutes back where we came from with some abandoned homes
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sprinkled throughout the countryside.
Our boss called us on the way tolet us know there was heavy rain
in the forecast and to where ourharness is up on the roof.
We finally arrived to the warehouse, which was in a huge
clearing surrounded by dense forest.
It was a massive building with asketchy dirt trail that led up
to it. Heavy dark skies were above, but
no rain. We drove the truck up, unloaded
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it, and entered the only accessible part of the building,
quickly getting to work. The hours started moving by, but
it was hard not to be a little unsettled by the uncanny feeling
of being the only two people in such a massive warehouse.
Tim stayed by the entrance the entire time, cutting metal
sheets for me as I carried them up the only side staircase to
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the roof. After a couple hours, I felt
some raindrops and headed down the stairs for the 100th time to
inform Tim. When I reached the main floor, I
saw Tim finishing up the next bundle of metal sheets for me to
take back up. Hey, it's starting to rain.
Tim looked up and replied. Well, it's lunch now anyways,
take a seat. He opened his cooler, took out a
thermos and sat down to eat. I said I'll just take this up
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real quick first and gesture to the small stack of metal sheets
on the floor. Tim nodded in approval and I
picked up the stack and took offto the staircase.
I walked up past the second and third floor and made it to the
roof. It was really starting to rain
hard now. On my way back down going past
the second floor, I nearly had afucking heart attack seeing
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someone at the end of the hallway by the window.
I stopped to get a good look andsaw another construction worker,
who definitely wasn't Tim, standing there looking out at
the rain, smoking a cigarette about 15 feet from me.
I've only been on the job three months now and knew how much
shit I'd get in if my boss foundout that someone was smoking
inside the building, so I calledout to him.
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Hey man, we can't smoke in here.No response.
He just kept staring at the window facing the opposite
direction, smoking a cigarette. I called that again.
Yo. No response.
Annoyed but not surprised, I headed down the last flight of
stairs to the ground floor and told Tim how a worker was
upstairs smoking. What?
He said, eyes widened. Nobody should be here.
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I've been here the whole time. This confused me, but I'm a
pretty rational thinker and justassumed that another crew must
have came without our knowledge.And someone walked by Tim, maybe
while he was cutting metal, and didn't notice.
Show me where he is. Tim said and then took him to
the stairs. I knew confrontation was
imminent. As we started climbing towards
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the 2nd floor, the smell of smoke filled the entire
stairwell. We arrived at the 2nd floor and
it was empty. He must have went up, I assured
Tim. We checked the third floor in
the roof and it was completely vacant.
The entire warehouse was empty. We were and are still the only
people here. The only thing that lingered was
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the smell of a freshly smoked cigarette.
Tim freaked out and instead of explaining to me why, he showed
me a news article from 4 weeks prior stating that a worker fell
off the roof of this same building without a harness and
died. Tim knew this happened but
didn't know it was this exact location until searching up the
article. This book does pretty bad and
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it's been the only experience I've had which was I can only
describe as paranormal. Tell me what you think Snook, I
have no explanation. There was only one way into the
building and one staircase. Somehow this person appeared and
disappeared out of thin air and wow dude that's crazy.
That's scary shit too. I mean you're out in the middle
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of nowhere so most likely wasn'tjust, you know, some stranger
walking by. 45 minutes since thelast warehouse, he said.
So definitely not someone. I mean, is there any chance the
owner or anything was, you know,around smoking?
But it's also weird he didn't respond to you.
And yeah, the final nail in the nail in the coffin, somebody
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died there four weeks prior. That's crazy.
I mean, I don't necessarily believe in ghosts, but I also
don't necessarily not believe inghosts, if that makes sense.
Guys, that's scary as shit. That's definitely spooky.
And I that sounds paranormal to me.
I mean, unless it's the owner ofthe warehouse or if there's any
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chance in other buildings around, but you could still
smell the cigarette smoke. He could still smell it.
So it's not like you were just imagining it or hallucinating it
or anything like that because that's another, you know,
alternative. That's possible.
You were hallucinating, but I don't believe you were.
That's creepy. And that's super scary.
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I'm really interested if you ever went back or if you had
more work there, did you ever, you know, experience anything
else weird? And also is there a picture of
the guy who passed away? And did you recognize kind of
the ghost or the figure? Did he have the same hair, same
outfit, that sort of stuff? Because that would be crazy.
But a super great story, to be honest, and super scary.
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And that also wraps up today's video.
Thank you so much for watching today's video.
And this was a bit of a shorter one, but it was shorter because
I honestly didn't have enough scary stories to include to make
this video longer. So the amount of stories you
guys send in means you'll have longer videos and vice versa,
versa. So this one's a bit shorter.
I mean, 40 minutes, that's a healthy video in my opinion, but
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that's a little bit short for mychannel.
Please comment down below what you thought about today's video,
if you enjoyed it, didn't enjoy it, anything else like that.
But thank you so much for watching to the end.
It really means the world. You guys are the best.
This community is awesome. And if you're not a part of the
community already, please subscribe.
You won't regret clicking that button.
And yeah, please like the video as well.
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Help so much. And thank you so much for
watching. And this is Snook.
And I'll see you next time. Bye.
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