August 15, 2025 • 6 mins
Welcome to Nighttime Scary Tales, your daily dose of dread. Each episode delivers expertly crafted spooky fiction and meticulously researched bone-chilling true crime. From unsettling psychological horror and supernatural encounters to infamous cold cases and macabre historical events, we explore the terrifying truths and chilling fictions that linger in the shadows. Prepare for tales that will haunt your thoughts, challenge your perceptions, and leave you questioning everything. Perfect for fans of dark fantasy, unsolved mysteries, and the truly unexplained. Subscribe now for your daily dose of the hauntingly real and imagined. Sweet dreams… or not.
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Welcome to another episode of the Nighttime Scary Tales Podcast, where we explore the dark side of storytelling. Tonight, prepare for spine-chilling tales featuring original horror stories, eerie supernatural encounters, and real-life crime that reveals the darker aspects of human nature. Each story is designed to keep you on the edge of your seat long after it ends. We’d love to hear your thoughts! Share your most chilling moments by leaving a review on your favorite podcast platform. More haunting stories are coming, so keep your lights on and your doors locked. Sweet dreams… if you can find them!
Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/nighttime-scary-tales--6704938/support.
Welcome to another episode of the Nighttime Scary Tales Podcast, where we explore the dark side of storytelling. Tonight, prepare for spine-chilling tales featuring original horror stories, eerie supernatural encounters, and real-life crime that reveals the darker aspects of human nature. Each story is designed to keep you on the edge of your seat long after it ends. We’d love to hear your thoughts! Share your most chilling moments by leaving a review on your favorite podcast platform. More haunting stories are coming, so keep your lights on and your doors locked. Sweet dreams… if you can find them!
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Speaker 1 (00:04):
Hi.
Speaker 2 (00:04):
If you're a lover of all things spooky and eerie,
then Untold True Crime Horror is the perfect storytelling podcast
for a spine tingling experience. As you tune into this
petrifying horror experience, do not forget to subscribe, as your
nightmares are about to get a whole lot scarier.
Speaker 1 (00:31):
About five years ago, I lived downtown in a major
city in the US. I've always been a night person,
so I would often find myself bored after my roommate,
who was decidedly not a night person, went to sleep.
To pass the time, I used to go for long
walks and spend the time thinking. I spent four years
like that, walking alone at night. I never once had
(00:53):
a reason to feel afraid. I always used to joke
with my roommates that even the drug dealers in the
city were light. But all that changed in just a
few minutes of one evening. It was a Wednesday, somewhere
between one and two in the morning, and I was
walking near a police patrolled park quite a ways from
my apartment. It was a quiet night, even for a
(01:16):
week night, with very little traffic and almost no one
on foot the park, as it was most nights was
completely empty. I went down a short side street in
order to loop back down my apartment. When I first
noticed him, at the far end of the street on
my side was the silhouette of a man dancing. It
(01:37):
was a strange dance, similar to a waltz, but he
finished each box with an odd forward stride. I guess
you could say he was dance walking, headed straight from me.
Deciding he was probably drunk, I stepped as close as
I could to the road to give him the majority
of the sidewalk to pass me. The closer he got,
(01:59):
the more I realized how gracefully he was moving. He
was very tall and lanky and wearing an old suit.
He danced closer still until I could make out his face.
His eyes were open wide and wild head tilted back slightly,
looking off of the sky. His mouth was formed in
(02:19):
a painfully wide cartoon of a smile. Between the eyes
and the smile. I decided to cross the street before
he danced any closer. I took my eyes off of
him to cross the empty street. As I reached the
other side, I glanced back and then stopped dead in
my tracks. He had stopped dancing and was standing with
(02:40):
one foot in the street, perfectly parallel to me. He
was facing me, but still looking skyward, smiles still wide
on his lips. I was completely and utterly unnerved by this.
I started walking again, but kept my eyes on the man.
He didn't move. Once I had put about half a
(03:02):
block between us, I turned away from him for a
moment to watch the sidewalk in front of me. The
street and sidewalk ahead of me were completely empty. Still unnerved,
I looked back to where he had been standing to
find him gone. For the briefest of moments, I felt
relieved until I noticed him. He had crossed the street
(03:23):
and was now slightly crouched down. I couldn't tell for
sure due to the distance and the shadows, but I
was certain he was facing me. I had looked away
from him for no more than ten seconds, so it
was clear that he had moved fast. I was so shocked,
and I stood there for some time staring at him.
(03:43):
And then he started moving toward me again. He took giant, exaggerated,
tiptoed steps, as if he were a cartoon character sneaking
up on someone, except he was moving very, very quickly.
I'd like to say at this point that I ran
away or pulled out my peppers cell phone or anything
at all, but I didn't. I just stood there, completely frozen,
(04:06):
as the smiling man crept toward me, and then he
stopped again, about a car length away from me, still
smiling his smile, still looking to the sky. When I
finally found my voice, I blurted out the first thing
that came to mind. What I meant to ask was
what the fuck do you want? In an angry, commanding tone.
(04:28):
What came out was a whimper, what the fuck? Regardless
of whether or not humans can smell here, they can
certainly hear it. I heard it in my own voice.
That only made me more afraid. But he didn't react
to it at all. He just stood there, smiling, and then,
after what felt like forever, he turned around very slowly
(04:52):
and started dance, walking away just like that. Not wanting
to turn my back to him again, I just watched
him go until he was far enough away to almost
be out of sight, and then I realized something. He
wasn't moving away anymore, nor was he dancing. I watched
in horror as the distant shape of him got bigger
(05:14):
and bigger. He was coming back my way. He was
coming back my way, and this time he was running.
I ran too. I ran until I was off the
side road and back onto a better lit road with
sparse traffic. Looking behind me, then he was nowhere to
be found. The rest of my way home, I kept
glancing over my shoulder, always expecting to see his stupid smile,
(05:38):
but he was never there. I lived in that city
for six months after that, and I never went out
for another walk. There was something about his face that
always haunted me. He didn't look drunk, he didn't look high.
He looked completely and utterly insane. And that's a very,
(06:00):
very scary thing to see.
Hi.
Speaker 2 (00:04):
If you're a lover of all things spooky and eerie,
then Untold True Crime Horror is the perfect storytelling podcast
for a spine tingling experience. As you tune into this
petrifying horror experience, do not forget to subscribe, as your
nightmares are about to get a whole lot scarier.
Speaker 1 (00:31):
About five years ago, I lived downtown in a major
city in the US. I've always been a night person,
so I would often find myself bored after my roommate,
who was decidedly not a night person, went to sleep.
To pass the time, I used to go for long
walks and spend the time thinking. I spent four years
like that, walking alone at night. I never once had
(00:53):
a reason to feel afraid. I always used to joke
with my roommates that even the drug dealers in the
city were light. But all that changed in just a
few minutes of one evening. It was a Wednesday, somewhere
between one and two in the morning, and I was
walking near a police patrolled park quite a ways from
my apartment. It was a quiet night, even for a
(01:16):
week night, with very little traffic and almost no one
on foot the park, as it was most nights was
completely empty. I went down a short side street in
order to loop back down my apartment. When I first
noticed him, at the far end of the street on
my side was the silhouette of a man dancing. It
(01:37):
was a strange dance, similar to a waltz, but he
finished each box with an odd forward stride. I guess
you could say he was dance walking, headed straight from me.
Deciding he was probably drunk, I stepped as close as
I could to the road to give him the majority
of the sidewalk to pass me. The closer he got,
(01:59):
the more I realized how gracefully he was moving. He
was very tall and lanky and wearing an old suit.
He danced closer still until I could make out his face.
His eyes were open wide and wild head tilted back slightly,
looking off of the sky. His mouth was formed in
(02:19):
a painfully wide cartoon of a smile. Between the eyes
and the smile. I decided to cross the street before
he danced any closer. I took my eyes off of
him to cross the empty street. As I reached the
other side, I glanced back and then stopped dead in
my tracks. He had stopped dancing and was standing with
(02:40):
one foot in the street, perfectly parallel to me. He
was facing me, but still looking skyward, smiles still wide
on his lips. I was completely and utterly unnerved by this.
I started walking again, but kept my eyes on the man.
He didn't move. Once I had put about half a
(03:02):
block between us, I turned away from him for a
moment to watch the sidewalk in front of me. The
street and sidewalk ahead of me were completely empty. Still unnerved,
I looked back to where he had been standing to
find him gone. For the briefest of moments, I felt
relieved until I noticed him. He had crossed the street
(03:23):
and was now slightly crouched down. I couldn't tell for
sure due to the distance and the shadows, but I
was certain he was facing me. I had looked away
from him for no more than ten seconds, so it
was clear that he had moved fast. I was so shocked,
and I stood there for some time staring at him.
(03:43):
And then he started moving toward me again. He took giant, exaggerated,
tiptoed steps, as if he were a cartoon character sneaking
up on someone, except he was moving very, very quickly.
I'd like to say at this point that I ran
away or pulled out my peppers cell phone or anything
at all, but I didn't. I just stood there, completely frozen,
(04:06):
as the smiling man crept toward me, and then he
stopped again, about a car length away from me, still
smiling his smile, still looking to the sky. When I
finally found my voice, I blurted out the first thing
that came to mind. What I meant to ask was
what the fuck do you want? In an angry, commanding tone.
(04:28):
What came out was a whimper, what the fuck? Regardless
of whether or not humans can smell here, they can
certainly hear it. I heard it in my own voice.
That only made me more afraid. But he didn't react
to it at all. He just stood there, smiling, and then,
after what felt like forever, he turned around very slowly
(04:52):
and started dance, walking away just like that. Not wanting
to turn my back to him again, I just watched
him go until he was far enough away to almost
be out of sight, and then I realized something. He
wasn't moving away anymore, nor was he dancing. I watched
in horror as the distant shape of him got bigger
(05:14):
and bigger. He was coming back my way. He was
coming back my way, and this time he was running.
I ran too. I ran until I was off the
side road and back onto a better lit road with
sparse traffic. Looking behind me, then he was nowhere to
be found. The rest of my way home, I kept
glancing over my shoulder, always expecting to see his stupid smile,
(05:38):
but he was never there. I lived in that city
for six months after that, and I never went out
for another walk. There was something about his face that
always haunted me. He didn't look drunk, he didn't look high.
He looked completely and utterly insane. And that's a very,
(06:00):
very scary thing to see.
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