October 26, 2025 • 20 mins
#6: I guess it's time to look into the basement
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Speaker 1 (00:02):
Let me begin this by saying I haven't been able
to get any meaningful sleep in two days, so the
exact details are a little fuzzy. For the last month,
I've been using a sleep tracking app to help me
fix my sleep schedule, which was screwed during the early
parts of my winter break. My goal with the app
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was to get it back on track by the time
the new semester started. The app worked like a charm,
as it would log any time that I would make
noise while sleeping. This would allow me to then listen
to noises that I made throughout the night and delete
it if it wasn't of concern the following day. During
the waning days of break, I got asked by my
grandparents to house sit their house in the suburbs for
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five days while they were on a European cruise, offering
me one hundred dollars per day. My only responsibility while
house setting was to water their plants make sure the
place wasn't robbed. Other than that, I was free to
do whatever I was pleased with. On my first night there,
I had planned on inviting ten or so friends over
and having a small party. When I was younger and
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I spent time at their house. I always believed it
was haunted. However, as I grew older, that fear had
all but disappeared. My mom tried convincing younger me that
she had used a Ouiji board in that house with
her friends and summoned to spirit. Since then, whenever I
was in the basement, younger me always swore he had
seen shadows of someone moving around, despite being the only
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person down there. As I grew older, however, I had
written it off as paranoia. When I arrived at the house,
my grandparents had already left for their crews. I entered
through the garage using the code. The house was two
stories with a finished basement. On the second story there
was four bedrooms two bathrooms, while the first floor had
a bedroom and a bathroom on it. When someone entered
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the front door, they would be greeted by an entry
hall with L shaped stairs leading to the second floor.
Once I got inside, I went up to the guest
room and placed my bags on the bed. The guest
room was immediately to the left of the stairs once
you reached the top. After unpacking my bags and making
myself comfortable in my new room, I ran to the
corner store down the block and picked up some snacks
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for the party that night. I then decided to head downstairs,
where they kept the liquor for parties, to see what
drinks I'd be able to sneak off with for my friends.
When I went downstairs, they got scared by a ghoul
decoration between the fridge and the stairs. His head turned
towards the fridge. My grandparents must have bought it for
the most recent Halloween, explaining why I had never seen it.
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After jumping slightly at the side of the ghool, I
grabbed some bottles of liquor from the cabinet and I
went upstairs to prepare. After a few hours of prepping
the house for my friends, I locked the door and
they trickled in. So I won't bore you with the details,
but everyone had a good time. They had left by
around one in the morning. I went back to the
guest room and began running the app. I was able
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to sleep through the first night before waking up around noon.
After going around the house watering on my grandmother's plants,
I checked my phone and went through all the entries.
Now everything seemed normal until one entry at three in
the morning, so I played it, Curious about what sounds
I must have made. I realized the noises were not
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coming from me, but we're footsteps outside of my bedroom door.
They made their way downstairs before the audio recording had finished.
Out of curiosity, I went and I messaged everyone who
had attended the party that previous night, asking if anyone
had left later than I thought. To my relief, my
friend Let's call him, Sam had responded that he went
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to lay down at around midnight, waking up and leaving
at three and not wanting to wake me up. So
I breathed a sigh of relief, going checking the door,
seeing that it was for sure unlocked from when he
had left, and I quickly locked the door, returned to
my room, checked the rest of the audio locks. At
about four thirty in the morning, there was another log noise.
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As I played it, I realized that it was also
footsteps outside of my bedroom door. I, however, chalked up
to my nerves getting the better for me that Sam
had forgotten what time he had truly left the house.
The second day was uneventful, Having already watered all the plants,
I simply spent the day sitting in front of the TV,
switching between watching YouTube and horror movies, and at one
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point I did have to go downstairs to the basement
to grab myself a frozen pizza. When I went downstairs,
I noticed that the ghoul's head was now turned to
face the stairs. First, it gave me chills seeing that
the head had moved. However, I assumed that someone from
the party had just gone in the basement mess with
the ghoul, you know. I shrugged off the feeling of
unease and I walked past it, grabbed the pizza before
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heading back upstairs. At around nine, I drifted off while
watching a slasher movie, being awakened by a scream about
half an hour later. Realizing just how tired I was,
I turned off the TV and I just headed upstairs.
Once I got into bed, I turned on the sleep tracker.
I passed out. I slept comfortably for a second night
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in a row before waking up at ten in the morning.
I went through my sleep logs once again. This time
I saw a log at two fifteen. However, when I
clicked on it, I only heard breathing. The thirty seconds
end of the video. I heard what I swore was
a door slamming shut on the first floor. I went
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downstairs cautiously for two reasons, to be sure that the
doors were still locked, and to hopefully pinpoint which door
made that noise. When I got down to the first floor,
the front and the back doors were locked, along with
the garage being closed, and every door on the first
floor was open except for two closet doors and the
door leading down to the basement. I looked up the
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courage to open the door leading to the basement, and
as I walked down the stairs, I was met by
the ghoul decoration at the landing pumped tripping as I
sprinted up the stairs and slammed the basement door shut.
I didn't want to overreact, however, I want to make
sure the house didn't have an intruder hiding inside, you know,
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waiting for me. I went to my car, I called
Sam to come over. In half an hour he was there.
Him and I did a complete sweep of the first
and the second floor, initially seeing as those were the
areas where I planned on staying for the final two days.
During the sweep, I asked him if he knew about
anyone turning the ghul's head during the party turned to
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me and said, no one went into the basement that night.
We assumed you locked the door. That response sent a
shiver down my spine. I asked him, you're messing with
me right, That door doesn't lock. He shook his head
before continuing the search. After searching every inch of the
two floors, a sense of dread started overwhelming me. Well,
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I guess it's time to look into the basement. I
seemed to choke in my words. The last thing I
wanted to do was to be face to face with
that ghoul again. I opened the door and led Sam
into the basement, showing him how I was greeted by
the ghoul. Now that I had Sam with me, I
seemingly regained some of my courage. I picked up the
ghul decoration and moved it back into the corner that
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it was initially in, making sure to catch the light
switch to turn on the basement lights. As we searched
along the basement, I saw nothing out of the ordinary.
Everything seemingly was going well until Sam gasped, swearing he
saw his shadow in the back of the basement. We
went over to inspect the back wall of the basement,
and after a few minutes, we satisfied ourselves that no
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one was down there. We turned off the lights and
we quickly made our way back to the first floor.
Once we got upstairs, we closed the door and put
a chair in front of it, just to be safe.
I swear I saw something move down there. Sam pleaded,
begging me to believe him. I know, I saw I've
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seen the shadow of someone move down there, too, I
reassured him. I decided to order him dinner to repay
the favor. I ordered wings, and while he drank beer
with his dinner, I stuck to soda, not wanting to
be intoxicated if something sinister was truly happening. Once Sam
had left, I made sure that all the lights were on.
I know it's childish, but it was the only way
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to feel safe sleeping in the house. I had to
forego my normal routine of watching horror movies, and I
just stuck to comedy movies that night, thinking maybe I
just scared myself into believing all the weird happenings, when
in reality everything could be explained away. After an hour,
I made my way to bed. The house bathed in light.
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I closed my door even though the light was still
on in my room. I saw it as a barrier
between me and whatever was lurking through the house at night.
Even with the door shut, I could see under the
door that the light in the hallway was brighter as
it was streaming into the room. As I lay in bed,
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sleep could not come to me. I'm not sure whether
it was because the light or or my own fear.
Evidently I must have drifted off for a few moments.
As I awoke to it still being dark outside, I
checked my phone and the time round one forty nine am.
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I didn't have the sleep detective running, so I wasn't
able to check if any strange noises were recorded while
I was asleep. However, the lack of recording was the
least of my worries. After a few minutes of lying
in bed scrolling through social media, I heard what sounded
like footsteps. They began in the entry hallway, eventually working
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their way towards the stairs. I lay there in silence,
not knowing what to do. This was the first time
I was conscious when whatever was making the noises was active.
As I lay there, the stairs began to creak. Whatever
or whoever was climbing them was slowly going up each stair.
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After the fourteenth step, they had reached the top. I
held my breath in anticipation, not knowing what would happen
if they decided to open my door. I noticed a
shadow block out the light that was sneaking its way
under my door. This triggered my fight or flight response,
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and seeing as there was nowhere for me to run,
I began shouting, what do you want? I have a gun,
so don't you even think about opening that door. No
response came from the other side, but after a few moments,
the shadow that obstructed the light from entering through the
crack and the door was gone. I thought it was strange.
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I hadn't heard any footsteps leave. After that, I couldn't
lay in my bed anymore. I sat up. I scrolled
on my phone, hoping that it would keep my mind
occupied from the close call with that person on the
other side of the door. And after hours of keeping
myself occupied, the sun began to shine through the windows
and I was able to convince myself that what I
saw wasn't real. I was just sleep deprived, I told myself.
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When people aren't sleeping properly, they hear auditory hallucinations, they
see shadows that often aren't right. That was a good
enough explanation for me. Plus I only needed the last
Plus I only needed to last two more days before
I'd be able to go home and sleep in my
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own bed. I decided that the best way to keep
myself safe would be to stay awake for the next
two days. Even though I was able to convince myself
that what was happening wasn't real, I didn't want to
risk catching something through the sleep tracking app that would
just make my fears worse. I went through the rest
of the day on autopilot, drinking massive amounts of caffeine
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and an attempt to keep myself awake. I also went
down into the living room and began watching some more
television that would keep me awake by ten pm. By
ten PM, I felt myself beginning to drift off to sleep.
I thought, what harm could happen in sleeping on the
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couch with the lights on, especially if I limited to
only an hour. Right, most of the occurrences were only
happening in the early hours of the morning, so if
I woke up before midnight, I'd be fine. I set
multiple alarms all of which were five minute increments between
eleven PM and twelve am. I then spent some time
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debating whether I should use the sleep tracking app. On
the one hand, it could be useful for a couple
of reasons, to either document in case something was happening
to me, or to help me be aware of what
was happening near me while I was in the land
of unconsciousness. On the other hand, however, the app had
done nothing but promote fear for me. I decided that
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the two pros outweighed the one con especially in the
case that something sinister was truly happening. With that, I
turned on the sleep tracking app and was able to
fall asleep sitting up on the couch. When I woke up,
my eleven twenty five alarm was going off, meaning I
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had slept through five alarms. As I awoke, though, I
noticed that the lights in the adjacent rooms had all
gone off, leaving my only light source as a lamp
on a table beside the couch and the TV. I
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assumed at first that the lights must have all just
burnt out, as I'd never seen my grandparents replace any
of them. They were all installed at around the same
time I mean, I don't know what made me do it,
but out of morbid curiosity, I checked the sleep tracking app.
Sure enough, there were three entries. I started with the
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most recent one, which occurred at eleven twenty four, and
I played the noise. I quickly recognized it as simply
me shuffling about on the couch right before I woke up.
I sat in relief as I realized that meant I
wasn't in immediate danger. I don't know what compelled me
to check the other two logs. I don't know if
what happened next would have happened if I hadn't, but
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it clicked on the first recorded sound at ten nineteen.
The sound that was recorded almost sounded like wind or
someone shushing. It was eerie. However, I was able to
convince myself that it was just me making the sound.
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Looking back, I wish I hadn't clicked on the second one,
because I'll never forget what I heard. The log said
the sound occurred at eleven oh two. When I first
clicked on it, I heard a calming, feminine voice begin
to say what do I want? Over and over again
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for twenty seconds. That was enough to freak me out.
But just as I was about to turn off the app,
the voice changed from a calming female voice to a raspy,
deep one and responding with a shout I want you.
After hearing that voice, I closed the app and shot
up to grab my keys. I didn't care about the
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money anymore. All I cared about was leaving the house safely,
and I ran to the kitchen to grab my keys.
But something made me stop in my tracks. I heard
footsteps coming from upstairs. However, instead of the slow, methodical
steps I had heard the previous night, they were more hurried.
They made their way to the stairs and began descending them.
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This cut off my exit from the front door, leaving
me with two options the back door of the garage.
I decided to go out of the garage, as all
I would have to do was open it and get
in to my car. I sprinted to the garage and
slammed on the opener as hard as I could. The
garage could not open fast enough. When the garage had
fully opened, I sprinted to my car, put the keys
in the ignition I didn't care about the bags I
was leaving upstairs. If I had left with my most
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valuable possession my life. As I pulled out of the driveway,
I saw a figure in the guest room overlooking the driveway,
and it appeared to be glaring down at me. I'm
writing this in a hotel about ten minutes away, too
exhausted to drive the two hours back home the night,
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I look forward to getting a good night's sleep. Finally, Well,
he's the app to make sure that I'm safe, and
I'll update everyone with what happens. Two days have passed,
my grandparents are back home from their crews. I'm heading
to the house to meet them and grab my stuff.
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I'm not gonna tell them what happened. I don't I
don't want them to think that I'm insane or worse,
scare them out of their own house. Clearly, whatever's there
hasn't harmed them. During the two nights I spent at
the hotel, I use the sleep Tracker wrap and nothing,
nothing out of the ordinary occurred other than just me snoring.
I grabbed my stuff, and despite staying at a hotel
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for the final two nights, they paid me all five
hundred dollars while the house. While at the house, nothing
seemed out of the usual. The footsteps I'll begin the
drive home and update everyone when I get there. Made
it home ready to pass out in my own bed.
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Maybe everything was just in my head, and clearly they
haven't been bothered by strange occurrences in their own house.
It's possible that I just had too much to drink
that first night. Maybe everything just spiraled. You know, should
be the last update. I'll leave you, guys, because I
don't foresee anything happening anymore. I was wrong. The first
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week at home was fine. For the last two days
I heard I heard strange things on the sleep tracker.
Two nights ago, I heard footsteps coming from outside my
room that that wouldn't be alarming if I didn't live alone.
I called the police. They searched my house, they found nothing.
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They told me to call them if anything else happened.
And last night, last night, I had another strange log.
When I played it, I heard the shushing noise again
before the raspy voice began speaking. You thought you were
free from me, and next time you fall asleep, you're mine.
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Let me begin this by saying I haven't been able
to get any meaningful sleep in two days, so the
exact details are a little fuzzy. For the last month,
I've been using a sleep tracking app to help me
fix my sleep schedule, which was screwed during the early
parts of my winter break. My goal with the app
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was to get it back on track by the time
the new semester started. The app worked like a charm,
as it would log any time that I would make
noise while sleeping. This would allow me to then listen
to noises that I made throughout the night and delete
it if it wasn't of concern the following day. During
the waning days of break, I got asked by my
grandparents to house sit their house in the suburbs for
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five days while they were on a European cruise, offering
me one hundred dollars per day. My only responsibility while
house setting was to water their plants make sure the
place wasn't robbed. Other than that, I was free to
do whatever I was pleased with. On my first night there,
I had planned on inviting ten or so friends over
and having a small party. When I was younger and
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I spent time at their house. I always believed it
was haunted. However, as I grew older, that fear had
all but disappeared. My mom tried convincing younger me that
she had used a Ouiji board in that house with
her friends and summoned to spirit. Since then, whenever I
was in the basement, younger me always swore he had
seen shadows of someone moving around, despite being the only
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person down there. As I grew older, however, I had
written it off as paranoia. When I arrived at the house,
my grandparents had already left for their crews. I entered
through the garage using the code. The house was two
stories with a finished basement. On the second story there
was four bedrooms two bathrooms, while the first floor had
a bedroom and a bathroom on it. When someone entered
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the front door, they would be greeted by an entry
hall with L shaped stairs leading to the second floor.
Once I got inside, I went up to the guest
room and placed my bags on the bed. The guest
room was immediately to the left of the stairs once
you reached the top. After unpacking my bags and making
myself comfortable in my new room, I ran to the
corner store down the block and picked up some snacks
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for the party that night. I then decided to head downstairs,
where they kept the liquor for parties, to see what
drinks I'd be able to sneak off with for my friends.
When I went downstairs, they got scared by a ghoul
decoration between the fridge and the stairs. His head turned
towards the fridge. My grandparents must have bought it for
the most recent Halloween, explaining why I had never seen it.
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After jumping slightly at the side of the ghool, I
grabbed some bottles of liquor from the cabinet and I
went upstairs to prepare. After a few hours of prepping
the house for my friends, I locked the door and
they trickled in. So I won't bore you with the details,
but everyone had a good time. They had left by
around one in the morning. I went back to the
guest room and began running the app. I was able
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to sleep through the first night before waking up around noon.
After going around the house watering on my grandmother's plants,
I checked my phone and went through all the entries.
Now everything seemed normal until one entry at three in
the morning, so I played it, Curious about what sounds
I must have made. I realized the noises were not
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coming from me, but we're footsteps outside of my bedroom door.
They made their way downstairs before the audio recording had finished.
Out of curiosity, I went and I messaged everyone who
had attended the party that previous night, asking if anyone
had left later than I thought. To my relief, my
friend Let's call him, Sam had responded that he went
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to lay down at around midnight, waking up and leaving
at three and not wanting to wake me up. So
I breathed a sigh of relief, going checking the door,
seeing that it was for sure unlocked from when he
had left, and I quickly locked the door, returned to
my room, checked the rest of the audio locks. At
about four thirty in the morning, there was another log noise.
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As I played it, I realized that it was also
footsteps outside of my bedroom door. I, however, chalked up
to my nerves getting the better for me that Sam
had forgotten what time he had truly left the house.
The second day was uneventful, Having already watered all the plants,
I simply spent the day sitting in front of the TV,
switching between watching YouTube and horror movies, and at one
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point I did have to go downstairs to the basement
to grab myself a frozen pizza. When I went downstairs,
I noticed that the ghoul's head was now turned to
face the stairs. First, it gave me chills seeing that
the head had moved. However, I assumed that someone from
the party had just gone in the basement mess with
the ghoul, you know. I shrugged off the feeling of
unease and I walked past it, grabbed the pizza before
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heading back upstairs. At around nine, I drifted off while
watching a slasher movie, being awakened by a scream about
half an hour later. Realizing just how tired I was,
I turned off the TV and I just headed upstairs.
Once I got into bed, I turned on the sleep tracker.
I passed out. I slept comfortably for a second night
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in a row before waking up at ten in the morning.
I went through my sleep logs once again. This time
I saw a log at two fifteen. However, when I
clicked on it, I only heard breathing. The thirty seconds
end of the video. I heard what I swore was
a door slamming shut on the first floor. I went
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downstairs cautiously for two reasons, to be sure that the
doors were still locked, and to hopefully pinpoint which door
made that noise. When I got down to the first floor,
the front and the back doors were locked, along with
the garage being closed, and every door on the first
floor was open except for two closet doors and the
door leading down to the basement. I looked up the
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courage to open the door leading to the basement, and
as I walked down the stairs, I was met by
the ghoul decoration at the landing pumped tripping as I
sprinted up the stairs and slammed the basement door shut.
I didn't want to overreact, however, I want to make
sure the house didn't have an intruder hiding inside, you know,
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waiting for me. I went to my car, I called
Sam to come over. In half an hour he was there.
Him and I did a complete sweep of the first
and the second floor, initially seeing as those were the
areas where I planned on staying for the final two days.
During the sweep, I asked him if he knew about
anyone turning the ghul's head during the party turned to
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me and said, no one went into the basement that night.
We assumed you locked the door. That response sent a
shiver down my spine. I asked him, you're messing with
me right, That door doesn't lock. He shook his head
before continuing the search. After searching every inch of the
two floors, a sense of dread started overwhelming me. Well,
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I guess it's time to look into the basement. I
seemed to choke in my words. The last thing I
wanted to do was to be face to face with
that ghoul again. I opened the door and led Sam
into the basement, showing him how I was greeted by
the ghoul. Now that I had Sam with me, I
seemingly regained some of my courage. I picked up the
ghul decoration and moved it back into the corner that
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it was initially in, making sure to catch the light
switch to turn on the basement lights. As we searched
along the basement, I saw nothing out of the ordinary.
Everything seemingly was going well until Sam gasped, swearing he
saw his shadow in the back of the basement. We
went over to inspect the back wall of the basement,
and after a few minutes, we satisfied ourselves that no
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one was down there. We turned off the lights and
we quickly made our way back to the first floor.
Once we got upstairs, we closed the door and put
a chair in front of it, just to be safe.
I swear I saw something move down there. Sam pleaded,
begging me to believe him. I know, I saw I've
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seen the shadow of someone move down there, too, I
reassured him. I decided to order him dinner to repay
the favor. I ordered wings, and while he drank beer
with his dinner, I stuck to soda, not wanting to
be intoxicated if something sinister was truly happening. Once Sam
had left, I made sure that all the lights were on.
I know it's childish, but it was the only way
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to feel safe sleeping in the house. I had to
forego my normal routine of watching horror movies, and I
just stuck to comedy movies that night, thinking maybe I
just scared myself into believing all the weird happenings, when
in reality everything could be explained away. After an hour,
I made my way to bed. The house bathed in light.
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I closed my door even though the light was still
on in my room. I saw it as a barrier
between me and whatever was lurking through the house at night.
Even with the door shut, I could see under the
door that the light in the hallway was brighter as
it was streaming into the room. As I lay in bed,
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sleep could not come to me. I'm not sure whether
it was because the light or or my own fear.
Evidently I must have drifted off for a few moments.
As I awoke to it still being dark outside, I
checked my phone and the time round one forty nine am.
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I didn't have the sleep detective running, so I wasn't
able to check if any strange noises were recorded while
I was asleep. However, the lack of recording was the
least of my worries. After a few minutes of lying
in bed scrolling through social media, I heard what sounded
like footsteps. They began in the entry hallway, eventually working
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their way towards the stairs. I lay there in silence,
not knowing what to do. This was the first time
I was conscious when whatever was making the noises was active.
As I lay there, the stairs began to creak. Whatever
or whoever was climbing them was slowly going up each stair.
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After the fourteenth step, they had reached the top. I
held my breath in anticipation, not knowing what would happen
if they decided to open my door. I noticed a
shadow block out the light that was sneaking its way
under my door. This triggered my fight or flight response,
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and seeing as there was nowhere for me to run,
I began shouting, what do you want? I have a gun,
so don't you even think about opening that door. No
response came from the other side, but after a few moments,
the shadow that obstructed the light from entering through the
crack and the door was gone. I thought it was strange.
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I hadn't heard any footsteps leave. After that, I couldn't
lay in my bed anymore. I sat up. I scrolled
on my phone, hoping that it would keep my mind
occupied from the close call with that person on the
other side of the door. And after hours of keeping
myself occupied, the sun began to shine through the windows
and I was able to convince myself that what I
saw wasn't real. I was just sleep deprived, I told myself.
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When people aren't sleeping properly, they hear auditory hallucinations, they
see shadows that often aren't right. That was a good
enough explanation for me. Plus I only needed the last
Plus I only needed to last two more days before
I'd be able to go home and sleep in my
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own bed. I decided that the best way to keep
myself safe would be to stay awake for the next
two days. Even though I was able to convince myself
that what was happening wasn't real, I didn't want to
risk catching something through the sleep tracking app that would
just make my fears worse. I went through the rest
of the day on autopilot, drinking massive amounts of caffeine
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and an attempt to keep myself awake. I also went
down into the living room and began watching some more
television that would keep me awake by ten pm. By
ten PM, I felt myself beginning to drift off to sleep.
I thought, what harm could happen in sleeping on the
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couch with the lights on, especially if I limited to
only an hour. Right, most of the occurrences were only
happening in the early hours of the morning, so if
I woke up before midnight, I'd be fine. I set
multiple alarms all of which were five minute increments between
eleven PM and twelve am. I then spent some time
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debating whether I should use the sleep tracking app. On
the one hand, it could be useful for a couple
of reasons, to either document in case something was happening
to me, or to help me be aware of what
was happening near me while I was in the land
of unconsciousness. On the other hand, however, the app had
done nothing but promote fear for me. I decided that
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the two pros outweighed the one con especially in the
case that something sinister was truly happening. With that, I
turned on the sleep tracking app and was able to
fall asleep sitting up on the couch. When I woke up,
my eleven twenty five alarm was going off, meaning I
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had slept through five alarms. As I awoke, though, I
noticed that the lights in the adjacent rooms had all
gone off, leaving my only light source as a lamp
on a table beside the couch and the TV. I
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assumed at first that the lights must have all just
burnt out, as I'd never seen my grandparents replace any
of them. They were all installed at around the same
time I mean, I don't know what made me do it,
but out of morbid curiosity, I checked the sleep tracking app.
Sure enough, there were three entries. I started with the
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most recent one, which occurred at eleven twenty four, and
I played the noise. I quickly recognized it as simply
me shuffling about on the couch right before I woke up.
I sat in relief as I realized that meant I
wasn't in immediate danger. I don't know what compelled me
to check the other two logs. I don't know if
what happened next would have happened if I hadn't, but
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it clicked on the first recorded sound at ten nineteen.
The sound that was recorded almost sounded like wind or
someone shushing. It was eerie. However, I was able to
convince myself that it was just me making the sound.
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Looking back, I wish I hadn't clicked on the second one,
because I'll never forget what I heard. The log said
the sound occurred at eleven oh two. When I first
clicked on it, I heard a calming, feminine voice begin
to say what do I want? Over and over again
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for twenty seconds. That was enough to freak me out.
But just as I was about to turn off the app,
the voice changed from a calming female voice to a raspy,
deep one and responding with a shout I want you.
After hearing that voice, I closed the app and shot
up to grab my keys. I didn't care about the
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money anymore. All I cared about was leaving the house safely,
and I ran to the kitchen to grab my keys.
But something made me stop in my tracks. I heard
footsteps coming from upstairs. However, instead of the slow, methodical
steps I had heard the previous night, they were more hurried.
They made their way to the stairs and began descending them.
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This cut off my exit from the front door, leaving
me with two options the back door of the garage.
I decided to go out of the garage, as all
I would have to do was open it and get
in to my car. I sprinted to the garage and
slammed on the opener as hard as I could. The
garage could not open fast enough. When the garage had
fully opened, I sprinted to my car, put the keys
in the ignition I didn't care about the bags I
was leaving upstairs. If I had left with my most
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valuable possession my life. As I pulled out of the driveway,
I saw a figure in the guest room overlooking the driveway,
and it appeared to be glaring down at me. I'm
writing this in a hotel about ten minutes away, too
exhausted to drive the two hours back home the night,
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I look forward to getting a good night's sleep. Finally, Well,
he's the app to make sure that I'm safe, and
I'll update everyone with what happens. Two days have passed,
my grandparents are back home from their crews. I'm heading
to the house to meet them and grab my stuff.
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I'm not gonna tell them what happened. I don't I
don't want them to think that I'm insane or worse,
scare them out of their own house. Clearly, whatever's there
hasn't harmed them. During the two nights I spent at
the hotel, I use the sleep Tracker wrap and nothing,
nothing out of the ordinary occurred other than just me snoring.
I grabbed my stuff, and despite staying at a hotel
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for the final two nights, they paid me all five
hundred dollars while the house. While at the house, nothing
seemed out of the usual. The footsteps I'll begin the
drive home and update everyone when I get there. Made
it home ready to pass out in my own bed.
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Maybe everything was just in my head, and clearly they
haven't been bothered by strange occurrences in their own house.
It's possible that I just had too much to drink
that first night. Maybe everything just spiraled. You know, should
be the last update. I'll leave you, guys, because I
don't foresee anything happening anymore. I was wrong. The first
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week at home was fine. For the last two days
I heard I heard strange things on the sleep tracker.
Two nights ago, I heard footsteps coming from outside my
room that that wouldn't be alarming if I didn't live alone.
I called the police. They searched my house, they found nothing.
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They told me to call them if anything else happened.
And last night, last night, I had another strange log.
When I played it, I heard the shushing noise again
before the raspy voice began speaking. You thought you were
free from me, and next time you fall asleep, you're mine.
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I don't know what to do. I'm exhausted and I
can feel my eyes starting to close. Hey, the kids,
it's me, mister creepy pasta and we're currently entering fall,
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which means Halloween is right around the corner. I just
want to say thank you guys for watching tonight's video,
listening to tonight's episode of the podcast, and to start
expecting more audios as we go closer and closer to
the spookiest day of the year. Once October starts. You
know what that means. I'll be having out a video
every single day until Halloween itself, and I expect to
see you there. I mean it. I expect to see
you there for every video, for every podcast episode, and
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I expect to see you like comment and subscribe and
all that jazz bell uh uh what do you do
on podcast follow on Spotify? Yeah, that for the month
of October and especially so you don't miss the thirteen
day countdown. Also, I want to give a huge thank
you to everybody on this list of patreons. Some of
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