7 True Horror Stories That Will Haunt Your Dreams

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:00):
What happened to me yesterday was the most horrifying experience
I faced. I, as a person who some people may
consider as a workaholic, worked in two different jobs. I
worked as a recruiter during the day and as a
waitress at night. Due to the COVID nineteen pandemic, I
spent more time at my house as I was working

(00:22):
remotely as a recruiter. The second job I have mentioned
was a part time job, so I was able to
work and have some time to spare for myself. The
only difficulty I was facing was the fact that I
had to take a bus to the coffee shop I
was working in. My shift would begin around six a m.
So it was not difficult to go there, but my
shift would end at midnight. Thus I would have to

(00:45):
rush to the bus stop to return to my house.
Even though I hated rushing to catch a bus, I
liked my job and I like the fact that I
would be outside even though it was midnight. Enjoying the
chilling breeze of the night every night was therapeutic. Yesterday
was just like the other days. I worked full time

(01:06):
as a recruiter at my house and when out when
I finished my work. The coffee shop was not really crowded,
and I spent most of the time chatting with my colleagues.
As my shift ended, I quickly went to the bus stop.
The bus stop was on a road that few cars
or people would pass by. It could hardly be called
a bus stop, as it was just an area with
a bench and a sign. The metal bench was rusty

(01:29):
and the movement had graffiti on it. Considering that this
bus stop was in an isolated location where only a
few would wait, I could understand the dirtiness of it.
I checked the time and realized that I had run
faster than usual, as I was there five minutes earlier
than I usually am. As I started to wait for
the bus to arrive, I saw a shadowy figure walking

(01:53):
towards the bus stop. When he passed under the flickering
street light, I was able to take a good look
at him. He had his hoodie on and his hands
were in his pockets. He seemed young, he had a
slight hump back, and he was strolling. I began to
fill goosebumps as he approached the bus stop. It was
the first time I saw someone else would take the

(02:15):
bus from there around that time was enough to scare me,
and his posture was only making things worse. As he
came to the bus stop, he sat on the bench.
I walked a little bit further to avoid being too
close to him. Another minute passed. He began to whistle
this unnerving melody. He whistled the same melody over and

(02:37):
over again. After whistling for a minute, he stopped. At first,
I was relieved that he had stopped, but the silence
started to bother me. I felt like it was the
silence before the storm. After several seconds of torture of silence,

(02:58):
the man got up. He stood there still, his hands
in his pockets, opened his mouth and started to let
out a mournful well. He looked at me as he
made the sound, slowly lifting his hands and pointing toward me.
I was petrified. A drop of cold sweat fell from

(03:19):
my forehead to the ground. He raised his other arm
towards me and started to speak, the boss will not arrive.
His low voice sent shivers down my spine. I was
so scared that I could not move a single muscle.
He started to approach slowly. The way he walked resembled

(03:42):
a zombie As he came right next to me. He
began to observe me without touching me, he started to
smell me. I can still remember the high pitched, inhaling
sound he made as he continued to smell me. You
are one of us now, he whispered. While I could

(04:04):
do nothing but experience that terrorizing moment. As he held
my shoulders very quickly, my survival instincts kicked in and
I could move my muscles again. I pushed him as
hard as I could from the impact, he lost his
balance and fell to the ground, still making the horrible
wailing sound. He grabbed my ankle. I panicked and kicked

(04:27):
his head. My reaction made him angry as he tightened
his grip. His fingernails stabbed my ankles as his grip
got more forceful. I kicked for several times until he
let go. He lay on the ground, holding his head
while crying. You betrayed us, he said, with a disappointed voice.

(04:48):
I heard the sound of the bus coming closer, and
I turned around to see if it was coming. I
could not have been much happier to catch a bus
quickly coming closer. We shall see each other again, the
man whispered. I turned around to see him, but when
I turned around, I could not see anyone. The bus

(05:08):
stopped before me, and with a calming whistling sound, its
doors were open. As soon as I got on the bus,
I started to speak with the driver and tell him
what had happened. I could see the horror in his
eyes as he said, you have seen the night whisperer.
People that live here hear the welling sound of this creature,

(05:32):
and some believe that it was coming from a ghost.
It became an urban legend around here. So you are
saying that the night whisperer was a man in a
dark hoodie. I do not believe he was a man, Dear,
I think you have encountered a spirit. Obviously, I did
not believe him, but I was still shocked by the

(05:54):
recent incident. My body did not stop shaking for a
couple of minutes. The driver tried his best to comfort me, and,
realizing that there were no other passengers on the bus,
he offered to take me to a police station. I
thanked him and accepted his offer. When I got off
the bus, I rushed into the station. Officers saw me and,

(06:18):
realizing my frightened state, directed their attention to me. They
listened as I told them about the night Whisperer, including
the folk tales the driver told me. After listening to
my story, they gave me a glass of water and
one of the officers began to speak. We started to
receive complaints about the whaling sound around that area two

(06:38):
months ago. At first, we did not focus on it,
as it seemed less important considering the other duties we had.
But after a while, the complaints began to pile up
and we knew that we had to check it out.
We tried our best to find the source of the sound,
but we could not find it. Then we began to
hear that children and women were disappearing. Another officer came

(07:02):
next to us with some papers and a pen. She
placed them on the table and listened as the other
officer continued a speech. We started an investigation in the area.
We have found some people like you that claimed to
be witnesses of the night whisperer, as they called it.
The investigation is still ongoing, but we believe that a

(07:22):
suspect is a man in his twenties with a mental
disorder or a drug addiction. Either way, your report will
be helpful for the investigation, I wrote what I went
through in detail and left the station. As I was
walking back to my house, in a shadowy corner of
a back alley, I saw the figure again. I know

(07:43):
where you live. They cannot save you, he shouted and
started to make the welling sound. I ran back to
the station and asked for protection. They told me that
they could escort me to my place. They left me
right in front of my house. As I went in
side my house, I called my employer and told him
that I wanted to quit my job as a waitress.

(08:06):
Upon hearing what happened to me, he understandingly accepted my resignation.
After that incident, I could not sleep nor go outside.
I know it has only been a day after it,
but I am scared that this trauma will haunt me
for years. Even now, I can still hear the uncanny
well of the man looking out of my window. I

(08:28):
sometimes see shapes shifting inside the shadows and feel in
utter disturbance. I am getting more and more paranoid every hour.
I cannot get rid of the feeling of being watched.
I hope the police find the suspect as soon as possible,
or I won't be able to survive going through these

(08:49):
challenging days.

Speaker 2 (08:53):
Have you ever spent a night inside an airport? To
my knowledge, many people stay in airports while waiting for
their other flights instead of spending their nights in hostiles. I,
as a person who travels a lot for the purpose
of having meetings with my company's partners, also slept in
airports several times. Of course, these business trips were arranged

(09:13):
by the company, and most of the times I would
have a place to stay at the transfer points. However,
due to the unexpected pandemic, the company's budget went lower
than expected. Thus I sometimes would sleep inside airports instead
of in cozy hostiles. Others would be annoyed by this change,
but I decided to adapt to it, considering it was

(09:36):
not hard to understand the financial difficulties the company was facing.
That night I would face the terror that dwelled inside
the airport. Started relatively mundane. My flight landed and I
went inside the airport. After the usual process of eating
and selecting a place to sleep, I decided to call
my boss. Mister Maxwell had a personality that many would

(09:59):
consider as a cessa, so these phone calls were one
of the obligations of the business trips. I called him
and told him that my flight would leave after thirteen hours.
Sorry for making you wait at these airports. Of course,
your dedication to the job is highly noticed. Well take
care of yourself, Simon, he said as he hung up
at the phone. The mechanical tone of his voice revealed

(10:21):
the fact that he was not really sorry about the
current situation I was in. He only cared about the business.
After the phone call, I realized that my phone was
about to die. Knowing that it would be a catastrophe
not to have access to my phone, I quickly searched
for my backpack, hoping to find my phone charger. It
was frustrating to see that I was not able to

(10:43):
find it. After that moment, I figured out the fact
that I had left my phone charger in my flat.
I got up and rushed to a shop I had
seen when I first entered the airport. I remember seeing
the phone chargers inside it, and I was willing to
buy one. Unfortunately, the shop was closed when I got there.
I was not aware of the time and decided to

(11:03):
check my phone again. It was around two am, which
meant that I had to wait for ten more hours
for my next flight. Guessing that the shop would be
opened early in the morning, I decided to sleep and
then charge my phone when I woke up. To make
things faster, I decided to sleep on the airport seating
that was closest to the shop. As I lay there,

(11:24):
looking at the ceiling of the building, many thoughts were
wondering in my mind. Although I knew that it was
near impossible to get a promotion at that time, I
still thought about mister Maxwell's words. The words highly noticed
surely indicated an idea of promotion. As I dreamed of
being promoted, the calming sense of slumber took hold of

(11:44):
my body. I slowly closed my eyes and slept. After
a while, I woke up to a sound calling out
my name. It was a female voice that had a
technological texture in it, as if it was coming from
a device with a voice recognition to achnology. I opened
my eyes and got up. I saw the darkness of

(12:04):
the airport, illuminated with the dim moonlight coming through the windows.
I saw the emptiness of the area. It was uncanny
to experience the liminal space apart from the moonlight. A
buzzing non sign on a closed shop inside the airport
also created dimness. To my surprise, there was no other
people sleeping or staying inside the place except me. Considering

(12:27):
that my phone died a couple of hours ago and
the absence of people, the voice I had heard was
enough to put me on edge. As a great sense
of curiosity overcame my fear, I decided to look for
the source of the voice. The first place I decided
to look was none other than the shop. I thought
maybe some of the phones inside picked up my murmuring

(12:48):
while I was asleep, and the voice recognition technology replied
to me. Knowing that I had the habit of talking
in my sleep, me activating Siri while sleeping was a
plausible story. Although this theory of mine did not explain
how the phone was able to reply to me by
calling out my name, I figured it must have been
a coincidence. I carefully observed the insight of the shop

(13:09):
through the glass door of it. After spending five minutes
looking and talking just to see if it would be
able to activate any of the phones, I realized that
there was no kind of reaction coming from the devices.
I chuckled to myself as I realized the ridiculousness of
my action. The source of the voice must have been
my own imagination, I thought, and decided to go back

(13:31):
to sleep. As I lay down to sleep again, one
simple question came across my mind. Why was the airport empty?
Of course, it was very late at night, but it
could not have mattered considering that there were flights that
left the airport every hour or so. As panic conquered
my mind, I tried to find a solid explanation for

(13:52):
the situation I was in and thought that maybe, just maybe,
only the section I was in was empty and there
were people and the other areas of the airport. The
thought of that gave me enough comfort to go back
to sleep. But at that moment I heard the voice again.
It called my name again, and again my eyes were open.

(14:15):
I realized that I did not imagine the voice. It
was real. An utter sense of horror left me shaking.
I waited without responding to its call. Simon, look at me,
the mechanical voice said. I closed my eyes, hoping to
fall asleep. The unending calling of the voice disturbed me

(14:36):
very much. In fact, after a couple of minutes, I
decided to get up and find the source of it.
I listened and found the direction it was coming from.
As I walked cautiously towards it, the voice began to
get louder and glitchy. It became distorted as I approached closer,
almost to the point that it was hard to understand

(14:57):
what it was saying. The sound of it calling my
name was too distorted that it started to sound like
a baby's crying. I came closer to it, and the
distorted voice shifted into a clean version as the voice said,
very angrily, don't be greedy, Simon. I did not understand
what she meant, but I guessed that she did not
like the fact that I was getting closer to her.

(15:19):
Realizing this, I began to rush towards it. I was
not aware of what I was going to face, but
at least I was not going to yield to this
creature's endless taunting. Finally I found her. As I was
running towards the voice, I saw a dark figure lying
on the floor of a narrow corridor. It called my
name as it crawled towards me. I stood still and

(15:42):
watched her come closer. She crawled away from the darkness
of the corridor, and as the moonlight shone upon the being.
I saw her face. It looked like a pale woman
with blond hair. Her face lacked any expression as her
red eyes looked inside my eyes. There was blue blood
all over her torso and one of her legs was

(16:03):
severed from her body. However, the most shocking thing about
her was the cable like extension that seemed to be
coming out of her thin neck. The cables were covered
with blood, and I could see the copper lines revealed
to be bursting out of the plastic cover of the cable.
What do you want? I shouted as she came closer.
Every time she moved, her limbs would make machine like voices.

(16:26):
She raised her arms as she continued to crawl. She
did not respond. I stood motionless until she came near
me and grabbed my ankle as an instinctive reaction. I
tried to run away, but her grip was too strong.
I ended up falling down as a result of her grasp.
She held me and dragged me to herself with an

(16:46):
unearthly strength as she said listen to me, saying man.
I watched her as she opened her metallic jaw and
bit my leg. I could feel a stinking pain as
her sharp teeth pierced my At that moment, I heard
a male voice. The sound resembled mister Maxwell's voice, but

(17:07):
even though it was similar, it was not the same.
Are you all right, the male voice asked. I looked
behind me and saw another figure. A sharp dressed, fat
man looked at me as the concern to look on
his face turned into an evil grin. Realizing the pitiful
condition I was in, the men decided to take advantage

(17:27):
of the situation. He held my head with his huge
hands and took a bite. As I felt the horrifying pain,
I opened my eyes. A man was leaning over me
and asking if I was all right. He seemed like
an airport security officer that tried to sound concerned, but
his expression was revealing another state boredom. I figured that

(17:50):
he was used to people like me, those who slept
at the airports and had nightmares. I leaned up and
said that I was okay. I heard you were screaming
and some passengers were concerned about your situation. Are you
all right, sir, he stated. I told him I was
just having a nightmare. I looked around the airport and
saw lots of other passengers and workers. The sunshine hid

(18:14):
my face. I looked around, dazzled and confused as I
was still feeling the effects of the nightmare. I saw
a blond young woman in her thirties with a baby.
She was talking to her baby in an angry tone.
Her face uncannily resembled the woman in my nightmare. As
she continued to talk to her baby, I heard her
calling him Simon. I understood where my imagination was picking

(18:39):
up the voices that I heard in my nightmare. After
the epiphany I experienced as I woke up, I felt
we leaved as a person who has not seen nightmares
for years. Seeing that nightmare while I was sleeping inside
the airport made me realize the pressure my unconsciousness was
going through because of my job. The nightmare helped me

(19:00):
in a way by revealing the stress that I had
that I was not aware of. However, this clearance was
not enough for me to leave my job. Considering I
was not going to stop working just because I saw
a nightmare, I went inside the shop, got a new
phone charger and charged my device. As I contacted my
balls and told him how everything was all right and

(19:22):
how ready I was for the meeting with our partners.
I heard the announcement of my flight. I started to
wait in line with dozens of others standing before me.
I was behind the blond woman. She leaned onto her
baby's crib and a shocking incident happened. A long and
thin line that looked like a cable slithered down from

(19:42):
her skirt. She seemed panicked about the incident. She instantly
grabbed the cable and put it back into her skirt.
As I saw what happened, I felt the pain in
my leg. When I looked down, I realized the crimsoness
conquering the white fabric of my trousers. I did not
know what was happening. I started to pant heavily and
looked around at me with fearsome eyes. As my eyes

(20:05):
darted around the place, I saw the officer that woke
me up. He was observing me. His gaze was suggesting
hellish deeds. At that point in time, I realized the
thin line between fiction and reality snapped. I feel paranoid.
The pressure of being there was enough to leave me breathless.
I fell to my knees, gasping for air. The man

(20:27):
rushed towards me. I knew not what to do or
where to run. I fainted.

Speaker 3 (20:34):
Everybody goes through tough breakups. It's inevitable and a necessary
part of growing up. This is something my father always
told me as she offered consolation during my many heartbreaks
in my adolescence. But remember, each heartbreak will draw you
closer to the one, he'd say, emphasizing the last two words.

(20:57):
I lived by these words, finding optimism and heartache and
keeping my head high despite emotional despair. Eventually, after years
of viewing broken relationships through rose colored glasses, I met Stacy.
For a few years in my twenties. I truly believed Stacy.

Speaker 2 (21:14):
Was the one.

Speaker 3 (21:16):
We met in college, dated for years, and fell in love.
She checked all of the boxes. She was sweet, smart, kind,
and most importantly, she loved me. But ultimately it ended.
Though not like any of my previous relationships. Everything began

(21:38):
to unravel five weeks ago. Emotionally, Stacy and I had
been navigating rough waters. We both felt that the other
had changed into an unrecognizable shell of their former self.
We couldn't communicate, and our relationship deteriorated. I decided to
call it. We aren't working out, I said to her

(22:00):
one Saturday afternoon, while sitting in a booth at our
local diner. Her eyes stared down at the table, glassy
with tears. I think we should end things now while
we're still on civil terms, rather than postpone it and
hate each other. She continued to stare down for a

(22:21):
few minutes. The tension in the booth grew. She finally
looked up. Three years, Johnny, she said in a whisper.
I've given you three years for this. She gestures at
the restaurant around us, to end it in a fucking diner.

(22:46):
I'm sorry, I said, I don't know what else to say.
I got out of the booth and dropped a twenty
dollars bill on the table. Still looking down, she whispered,
you will be what. I asked sharply, What the fuck
is that supposed to me? She looked up, gave me

(23:08):
a weak smile, gathered her things, and headed for the door.
It's nothing, she said, I'll just need some time. But
as is always the case, things didn't break smoothly. For
the next few weeks, Stacy made unexpected appearances throughout my
daily routines. During a stop at the supermarket, I spotted

(23:31):
her familiar face three aisles away, staring at me through
dark sunglasses. Eating dinner with my coworkers, I noticed her
sitting at the bar, glancing over to my table every
few seconds. Every night, i'd spot her old Ford car
parked across the street. I hoped her interest in me

(23:52):
would flicker away, but when the stalking intensified, I decided
to stop it. A cold morning a week later, I
entered my coffee shop for my daily routine. The barista
greeted me cheerfully. Good morning, Johnny, she waved, grinning wildly.
Here you go the usual. She handed me my personalized

(24:14):
Americano drink. I stared blankly, since I hadn't ordered courtesy
of miss Stacy. She beamed, I have to say, you
two make such a cute couple. Her pitch rose in delight.
She nodded her head towards the back of the shop,
where Stacy sat. Grinning. She shot me a quick wave. Listen, Monica,

(24:40):
I began. I'm not sure if you've heard, but Stacy
and I are engaged. A voice finished for me.

Speaker 2 (24:48):
Behind me.

Speaker 3 (24:49):
Stacy wiggled her hand to Monica. A diamond ring glittered
on her finger. Oh my god, screamed the barista. Stacy
joined with a high pitched yelp. Why didn't you tell
me congratulations.

Speaker 2 (25:05):
To you guys.

Speaker 3 (25:06):
I've always thought of you two. I cut her off,
grabbed Stacy's arm, and dragged Stacy out the door. What
the fuck, Stacy, I scolded, What the fuck are you doing?
I know you didn't want to break up, but this
this what the fuck? Stacy began to weep loudly, eyes

(25:27):
glared at me suspiciously. Stop, I whispered, sharply.

Speaker 2 (25:33):
Stop like a.

Speaker 3 (25:35):
Switch, her crying stopped. See, she said, smiling in a
calm and soothing voice. See what I can do. Everyone
will always believe the girl I started blankly disbelieving. Let
me put it in simple terms, she began, in the
same eerie voice. You are not breaking up with me,

(26:00):
got it. If you do, let's say, there will be
a lot of trouble for you. She winked. You're fucking crazy,
I said, in a horus voice. Maybe, she shrugged indifferently.
But you're stuck with me, so don't suggest being a
part again.

Speaker 2 (26:21):
Got it?

Speaker 3 (26:23):
She planted a kiss on my unmoving cheek and strolled
down the street. See you, babe. She winked at me
over her shoulder. That night, I sent Stacy a series
of harsh texts demanding she leaves alone. I told her
we were over. I told her I didn't want to
see her, and I ended with a threat if she

(26:47):
didn't stop her stalking, I would foul restraining order. I
didn't see Stacy for a week and a half. Yesterday evening,
I arrived at my apartment and noticed my door was
slightly a jar. Adrenaline pumping, I pulled my phone and
dialed the police. I poked my head inside. Hello, I yelled,

(27:13):
is anyone here? If you are, identify yourself or I
will call the police. No response came. This is your
last warning, I screamed, trying to sound brave. I will
call the police. In the distance, I heard a voice.
It sounded familiar. It sounded like Alex Trebek. I locked

(27:39):
my phone and entered my apartment. The bright television screen
broke the living room's darkness. What phenomenon occurs Alex began
often referred to as the Northern Lights. On the couch,
Stacy sat with a bowl of popcorn on her lap.
Aurora burialis she chirped through a full mouth. I still

(28:04):
at the entrance to my living room, staring and mobilized
with fear. My keys dropped, causing a loud clang. Stacy's
head turned. Hey, babe, glad you're home. I know, I know,
she began apologetically. I know you always want me to
wait for you to watch your Jeopardy reruns, but I

(28:25):
couldn't wait. Come join me. I continued to stand and stare.
A mix of horror and anger filled me. Stacy. I whispered,
how did you get in here? Oh? I've had copies
of your keys for years, she said joyously, I just

(28:49):
never used them until today. I got copies of your
car keys were keys, and a pair that I believe
opens your parents' house. I thought you knew. I lost it.
Filled with fury, I screamed at her, louder and harsher
than I have ever screamed at anyone in my life.
I told her I hated her. I didn't want her

(29:12):
anywhere near me. I told her I would be filing
a restraining order, and I pulled out my phone to
call the police. I charge her with breaking Now get
the fuck out before they arrest you, I ended, softly,
panting in anger, she clicked the TV off. She turned

(29:33):
to face me. Call them, she said, calmly, I told
you they always believe the girl.

Speaker 2 (29:43):
She smiled.

Speaker 3 (29:45):
I began threatening her again, but she interrupted me and
got up calmly. Look, she began, I get it, I do.
You've made yourself very clear. I wanted to come to this,
but you didn't give me any choice. She picked up

(30:05):
her purse, wrestled its contents, and pulled something out. In
her hand was a small pistol. She raised it slowly.
I told you they always believed the girl.

Speaker 2 (30:21):
She began.

Speaker 3 (30:23):
Stacy, Wait, I blowed. Wait, we can talk about but
the bang cut me off. I fell to the ground,
hands over my head, lying fetal, but the pain never came,
only a soft ringing in my ears. I opened my eyes,
and lying in front of me with Stacy. Where her

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left eye used to be was a bullet sized gaping hole,
a mixture of blood, puss and brains oo's puss in
the hole. I stared in, panting loudly, noticing her twitched
softly for the last time. Blood dripped from her nose.

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Her left hand index finger flickered slightly as her life
left her. The police arrived after my neighbor reported the gunshot.
I was brought into the station, where I detailed everything
that had transpired the weeks before. However, everything went out
the window when a detective came into the room reporting

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the contents of Stacy's letter. Before leaving my apartment, Stacy
left a handwritten note in her bedroom. It accused me
of beating her, abusing her, and threatening to keep quiet
about everything. She wrote that she was terrified that I
would kill her in my rage, and she mentioned I

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kept firearms in my apartment. She ended her note by
stating that if anyone found her note, it was probably
too late.

Speaker 2 (32:01):
I had killed her already.

Speaker 3 (32:04):
I was placed under arrest in a holding cell for
the night. I am writing this hoping that someone believes
me and sees what actually happened. But I'm afraid Stacy
was right. They'll always believe the girl.

Speaker 2 (32:26):
My name is Allen.

Speaker 4 (32:27):
I'm twenty nine years old, and I work in customer
service and a call center. My job is to make
sure that all the customers have internet signal, since they
call us every time it fails.

Speaker 2 (32:39):
I'll be honest.

Speaker 4 (32:40):
The signal my company sells is terrible, so we get
a lot of calls every day.

Speaker 2 (32:45):
When I started.

Speaker 4 (32:46):
Working here two years ago, I didn't care about the
days off or the hours. I just needed the money.
Not only did I agree to work weekends, which is
when they pay the most, but I also offered to
work the night shift since I would have to be
paid for night hours. When I started, I was really
comfortable no matter what time I worked.

Speaker 2 (33:05):
I knew that a lot of.

Speaker 4 (33:06):
People would call into complain, but obviously there would be
fewer people on the night shift. Also, many calls on
the night shift during the weekend were just prank calls
from board teenagers or others who maybe had one too
many beers and forgot to turn on the internet or
their cell phone. All in all, I was having a
good time. I was having a lot of fun in

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the job. Everything was going perfectly until one day ruined everything.
We usually leave at eleven PM, and since it was
a Friday, I couldn't wait to leave but a few
minutes before the scheduled time the computer phone rang. On
the other side of the phone was an elderly man.
In these cases, we can't hang up the phone until

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the consultation is over, so I couldn't leave. That phone
call lasted more than half an hour, and I was
just furious inside. By the time I finished shutting down
the system, the lights were already out and my colleagues
had already left. I left my office with total indifference,
even somewhat content that I was finally leaving when I
noticed a strange smell. It was like a burning smell,

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but there was no smoke. Normally I would investigate for
the source of the smell, but I immediately sensed that something
was wrong. Aside from the smell, I felt a pressure
all over my body. Something in the atmosphere was wrong.
My body started to feel weak, as if something was
making me sick. Little by little, the only thing I

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knew was that I wanted to get out of there
as soon as possible. I couldn't stay in that place
a minute longer. I walked through the company's warehouse road
to the elevator that led to the parking lot, but
something caught my attention. Halfway through. The elevator was open
and its lights were on. I thought that surely someone
had called it, and suddenly opted for the stairs. But

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this idea quickly disappeared as I approached a little closer,
A strange figure inside the elevator peered out of the corner,
just staring at me. The man could not hide his
whole body, but still he did not give up and
watched me as if I did not see him. He
was naked and clearly had some mental deficiency. So I

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made the safest decision and headed for the warehouse's employee's office.
I wasn't sure if there was any of them left,
but they usually stay a few minutes longer, and I
needed someone to accompany me to the parking lot. But
halfway through, a light caught my attention. The smell that
was making me sick before became much stronger. Even though

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I was scared of that man in the elevator, at
no time could I stop thinking the atmosphere was becoming
more and more oppressive. It was like being trapped inside
a nightmare that was consuming me second by second. My
whole body was screaming for me to immediately get away
from that source of light, but I really had nowhere
to go, and to be honest, my brain rejected those

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unjust sensations that my body was feeling. Just to understand
what was making me feel so bad. As I looked out,
I could see about ten people, three of whom I
recognized as warehouse employees. They were dressed very exaggeratedly and
were dancing and laughing in front of the decapitated head
of a chicken. At the side, two men were naked

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with drawings all over their bodies. They stared at each other,
touching their faces and imitating their movements as if they
were different sides of the same mirror. When I saw this,
fear took over my body and my blood froze. I'm
not religious, nor do I believe in Satanic possessions or spells,
but there is something I do believe in. Those warehouse

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employees were known to be very violent. Several of them
had a reputation for getting into fights just for fun
and threatening anyone who passed by, and I was sure
that none of them would appreciate my presence in that place.
I wanted to quickly head for the exit and pretend
I hadn't seen anything, but my muscles were so tense
that I couldn't help stomping on a shelf. I couldn't

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handle the fear, and desperately ran to the elevator. Already
in the safety of the lights and the background music
of that small space. I quickly pressed the parking button,
but the doors would not close. A hand was stopping
the elevator, and my face was peeking over the doors.
To my absolute petrification, the person from before, a middle aged,

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ill groomed man, was standing in front of me, just
staring blankly at my face. Before I could react, he
began to spit on me while laughing out loud. My
only reaction was to curl up on the floor and
scream my lungs out. I felt pain in all my articulations,
and my eyes hurt from pressing them so hard. I

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was at the mercy of whatever happened to me. Suddenly,
the laughter abruptly stopped and changed to screams, while the
maniac began to kick the side of the elevator full
of hatred and violence. In an act of bravery, I
jumped for the button that closed the door. As the
doors closed and my attacker walked away in boredom, I

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could see in the distance two eyes that I could
not distinguish, staring at my position. I couldn't make out
who it was, but by the life from the elevator,
the person certainly saw me. Was it one of the
strangers or a member of the warehouse. If it was
one of the latter, would they have recognized me? All
these questions flooded my thoughts. I just ran in my

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car and accelerated. After that, nothing was the same. Every
workday I could see the warehouse guys constantly peering through
the big window that overlooked our office. I can swear
that they watched me much more than the rest of
my colleagues, and that sooner or later they were going
to do something to me. But I admit that I

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was paranoid and that maybe they didn't pay more attention
to me than the rest. Maybe they even always looked
at us like that. A few days later, I started
to pass my bags to move and never come back.
But I realized a message on my doorstep that froze
my body. The message said that if I ever left
that job, me and my whole family would disappear. Those

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few words were enough to scare me to death. I
decided it was too dangerous to leave. I didn't know
what these people were capable of, so I just asked
to move to the morning shift. At first, I thought
this would make them angry, but when I didn't receive
any other messages, I thought not To this day, I
still wonder why they didn't let me leave. I guess

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maybe they wanted to keep me around to control me,
or maybe they have some plan to hurt me when
the time is right. The only thing I know is
that the best thing I can do is to stay
quiet and not talk about this with anyone, as I
don't know if a friendly partner I can tell is
really one of them in hiding.

Speaker 5 (39:54):
Hi.

Speaker 6 (39:55):
This is Leonardo. I'm thirty five. Now I'll tell you
terrible story that happened to my wife Patricia seven years back.
All this happened to her when I wasn't even in
her life. When I came into her life, she told
me all these things. I was also very surprised after
knowing her. A real horror story. So the story starts.

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Patricia was a tall, talented, attractive and beautiful girl. She'd
also been part of a beauty pageant. At the time.
There would hardly be any man in her area who
doesn't love.

Speaker 2 (40:31):
Or like her.

Speaker 6 (40:32):
She lived with her dear mother. They both were delighted,
but soon everything was about to change. So one day
she went for a morning walk. Mom, I'm going okay, okay, honey, honey,
take your glasses too. You've just had an eye operation.
Take care, and she left home. She enjoys walking in

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the park, but after a while she realized that someone
is following her for a long time. Who's there, Who's there?
No one responded. She didn't see anything, but heard only
the sound of someone's footsteps. She got scared a little.
She thought that maybe that would be her illusion, so
she didn't pay much attention to it. So after that day,

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when she had left for the market, she felt that
someone was following her throughout the way. She looked back
and saw no one there. She was very scared after
that incident, and when she came back from the market,
she still felt that someone was following her. She was
very upset, but she didn't tell her mom anything because
she didn't want her mother to be more upset because

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of her. And time passed like that. A few days later,
an important meeting was about to take place in her office,
and at the same time, the tire of her car
was punctured, and she was suspecting that the disgusting work
must be done by the same man or stalker, and
even without wanting to travel, she had to travel by

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bus on the day for her meeting. While traveling by bus,
she saw the real face of the stalker. He was
also there. She got utterly scared witnessing the man's face
because he didn't look like an ordinary man. His age
was about thirty years maybe, His teeth were yellow and
his eyes were completely red. He was wearing torn old

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clothes that had lots and lots of holes in them.
On looking closely, she realized that his clothes were also
covered with bloodstains. Seeing that, her condition deteriorated completely. But
the man was constantly staring at her, not even blinking
at all. It seemed that he was doing that for
some purpose.

Speaker 5 (42:42):
Oh my god, WHOSSI is he going to kill me?
The stalker slowly started moving toward her. Fortunately, the bus
stopped at the station at the correct time, and she
quickly got off the bus took a sigh of relief.
When she looked back to see him, she saw that
he was still looking at her, which was creepy and abnormal.
He was also smiling and he was saying bye bye, Georgia,

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come back soon to meet me. The man's mental condition
wasn't looking right, so she ignored him again. She couldn't
understand whose name he was talking about. She had a
cousin named Alex. He'd come to stay in her house
for a few days. Patricia had taught him everything. He

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said he would help her if something happened again, so
that the next day she got her car fixed, and
the same day was her office holiday. She was sitting
by a window and doing her work. She saw a
little boy approaching her car and blowing the air out
of her car. Then Alex reached to him and took
to him. Smilingly, she was showing she was sure that

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it was all done by Alex, but why it may
be a trap for Patricia. Things got even worse when
she saw the stork in front of her house.

Speaker 7 (43:59):
Ma'am, Mom, come here, he's there. Woo, I can't see anyone.
Then Alex came over there the man ran away. Patricia
told her mom everything Now I think he will kill me.
Will we have to call the police right now. You
should have told me all this earlier. Why didn't you

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tell me? Harry called the police Alex. Police inquired about him,
but couldn't find him For many days. There was no
proof against him. She'd taken several days off from the
office and didn't go out also, But one day her
mom felt very keen to eat ice cream, and she
reached the market with Alex and her mom to get
some ice cream. They knew that the stalker could come

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from anywhere. That's why they were also alert, and they
planned that they would return home soon. So when Patricia
entered an ice cream shop to get ice cream, all
of a sudden, the stalker came after her. Alex punched
him hard, but the stalker became successful in running away
from there. He followed him and caught the stalker on
the road. He held the stalker's throa tightly and placed

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him in the face, then kicked him in the stomach.
I will not leave you today. You annoy her a lot.
Tell me who sent you?

Speaker 2 (45:09):
Tell me?

Speaker 6 (45:10):
He started crying.

Speaker 2 (45:12):
Don't know why, gr yeah, it's me. Ah, please stay away,
you idiot.

Speaker 6 (45:26):
Why are you doing this to me?

Speaker 2 (45:27):
Her?

Speaker 6 (45:29):
We should hand him over to the police. On hearing
the police name, the stalker got scared terribly. He was
acting weird. Finally he was caught by the police. When
he got caught by the police, the whole truth came out.
Why are you doing this? Why are you following Patrecia
for so many days? What do you want? I had

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a sister name the Georgia Ah. I loved her a lot.
One day, when both of us were going on vacation
in our car, when we had a vast accident, I
lost her. Patricia had an eye operation one year ago,

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and her eyes are my sister's eyes. Patricia had a
cornea transplant at the time. I can't bring her back
in my life, but I go to see Patricia again
and again as as my sister. Later, the police told

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the whole truth to Patricia. Knowing the truth, Patricia and
her mother were quite surprised. After all, the eye she
had was his sister's eye for so long, it seemed
to Patricia that the man wanted to kill her, but
that was nothing like it. It hurt her how wrong
she was thinking about him. We have tried to find
out his complete background. It's been found that he is

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a victim of depression. His mother had died in his childhood.
In there was only one reason for happiness in his life,
and that was his sister, and she too had gone
away from him and when he came to know that
his sister's eye was transplanted in yours. That's why he
wanted to meet you. Patricia is sad about it.

Speaker 3 (47:29):
I'm writing this story because no one talks about it.
No one talks about the incident that occurred seven years ago,
the incident that ruined my life, that ruined me forever.
I never knew that a simple mistake had cost you
so much and could scar the very depths of your existence.

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No one blamed me for what happened, but I could
never shake off the guilt. It was somewhat my fault.
If only I had realized it sooner, I could have
stopped it from happening. I still remember the painful cries
of my mother. It happened six years ago when I
was ten years old. I lived in a small town

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with my family. It was just me, my parents, and
my little sister, Helen, who was six years old. Since
we lived in a small town, almost everyone knew each
other somehow and were connected. Helen and I were enrolled
in the same school. It was the best school in
the area and most of the kids were enrolled there.

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I would often see my little sister during break times.
Are on the large ground. Our school wasn't top class
or anything, but it was great in its way. The
principle held all the necessary events. They would take us
on short trips. We had sports, festival, students, etc. This
was an exciting week for us since the student's week

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was starting soon. Every day after classes ended, we would
sit in discussed what our class would be doing for
the students week. Every class has its discussion session before
heading home. When I was done with my discussion, I
grabbed my bag and headed out. I saw Helen near
the school gates. She seemed to be talking to someone.

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I couldn't see where I was, so I started walking
a bit faster. I was almost to the gate when
I saw a tall man dressed as a clown.

Speaker 2 (49:27):
He was hidden well enough for.

Speaker 3 (49:28):
You not to see him until you got really close. Helen,
what are you doing? I asked her in a lower
voice than normal. Oh, big brother, Look, I met mister
clown and he says that he will be my friend,
she replied excitedly. I looked at my sister with a

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sad expression. She never got to make friends. Everyone in
her class avoided her because she looked slightly different from
normal kids, just because there was a large berth mark
across her face. The kids discriminated and she was often
the target of bullies, but she never let that bother her.
She was kind and sweet and tried her best to

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fit in. I looked toward the clown to thank him
for saying that to her and meant a lot, But
as soon as I looked at his face, I couldn't
say anything. His gaze shifted from me, then to Helen,
and then to me, mentioning a creepy grin on his face.

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It wasn't the type of smile you wear when you
were happy. He was smiling, but his eyes were dead
and cold. I slowly shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. I
grabbed Helen's hand. Come on, we're going home. Mom and
Dad are waiting, I said, keeping my eyes on the clown.

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She happily nodded and waved the clown by. I could
feel his eyes on us as we walked away, but
I dared not look back until we took a turn
into the next street. I turned around to make sure
he wasn't following us. For once, I was thankful our
house was nearby. I couldn't wait to be behind the

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safe and secure walls of my house. I don't know,
but that guy just gave me a bad feeling, and
my guts told me to stay away from him. I
dropped my bag and I let it PLoP on the floor,
like always. My mom greeted us and asked us about school.
As expected, Helen mentioned her clown friend. Mum looked at
me with a questioning gaze, and I told her the

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story and about what I thought about the clown. My
parents only chuckled. They both knew very well that I
was scared of clowns. That night, I woke up just
as usual. I went to the bathroom in the kitchen
to drink some water, and just like every other day,
I checked up on my little sister before heading back
to my room. Our rooms were on the second floor.

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I opened her door, walked in, I looked around, and
just when I was leaving, something caught my attention. I
looked out of her bedroom window and saw the same
clown standing in the middle of the road, illuminated by
the street light. I stumbled back in shock and fell
to the ground. I was breathing heavily, and I slowly

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got up to look out of the window, but the
clown was now gone. I didn't mention this incident to
my parents or anyone else, since I wasn't sure if
I didn't imagine things. A few days passed and I
didn't see that clown that I was thankful for. It
was finally students week. The school was filled with different stalls,
some for food, some for games, and some for other entertainment.

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Our class had a game stall and we offered different
prizes to the winner. As the day went by, we
closed our stall and went to see the other stalls.
I realized the school was packed with people and it
was hard to move. My friends and I were heading
to a foodstall that was said to be great. As

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I was slowly moving between the crowd, I saw Helen
from the corner of my eyes. I raised my hand
to call her. But before I could call out her name,
I saw that red, curly hair. My face turned white.
It was the same clown from a few days ago.
He was talking to Helen and was leading her somewhere.

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My guts told me to stop her right away. I
desperately started pushing through the crowd. I needed to stop her.
I moved through the crowd. One of my friends asked
me if everything was okay, and I explained to him
the situation. At first he thought I was kidding, but
then he realized I wasn't. We were searching and I

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saw my little sister near the front gate. She was
innocently smiling at the clown, and my heart broke. In
a few moments, I was running toward the gates fast
as I could. I looked around, but they were nowhere
to be seen. I immediately started to run back home.
I had to tell them.

Speaker 2 (54:08):
About what had happened.

Speaker 3 (54:10):
They called the police and reported the incident. The police
told us to wait as they sent out a search team.
Later that day, the phone began to ring. It was
my mom's friend, Carol. She told her that she saw
Helen with some clown. She tried calling out to Helen,
but they were gone before she could. They seemed to

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be headed to the forest. My mother dropped to the
ground and my father quickly called the police. Later, they
called us and told us that they had found my
little sister's body. The body was in such a bad
shape that they could barely recognize her. I won't go

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into further detail because it is too hard for me
to bring back the memory of her broken little body
to think that innocent, smiling face would be the last
I would see of my sister.

Speaker 4 (55:08):
Before I tell you my story, i'd like to introduce myself.
I'm Jonah and I'm currently nineteen. The story I'm about
to tell you happened to me when I was eleven
years old. As the only child of a wealthy family,
I used to be very noisy and spoiled. My father
would go on business trips every month and stay in
other countries for days. He was a hard working man,

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but his ambitions caused me to spend my childhood fatherless. However,
my mother was always there for me, and being rich
helped us a lot. Although I lived a life that
a child could only dream of, everything changed when I
was eleven. We began to receive news and letters from
different banks that would describe how much debt we were in.
Didn't take long to realize that my father's company was bankrupt.

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Everything happened so fast. In a couple of months, our
family became poor. My father, instead of being around us,
decided to divorce my mother and flee the country as
soon as possible. Thus, we were left behind with no money,
but the terrorizing event that I'll tell you about now happened.
After all this chaos we faced, my mother started to

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work so that she could provide food and shelter for me.
We moved to a tiny and dirty flat with one
room in it. The neighborhood was not trustworthy, to say
the very least. I could always hear people crying, shouting,
and beating each other in the streets. Every night I
would wake up with loud sounds of guns being fired off.
I hated living there. There was nothing we could do.

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This place was the best we could afford at the time.
One day, my mother returned from work. She opened the
door and came inside the flat. I could see that
she had brought a friend with her. Her friend was
an older man with white hair and a long beard.
Something was unsettling about this guy's eyes. He had dark
brown eyes with wrinkles around them. What made me gaped

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out by his eyes was how he was looking at me.
At his first glance upon me, his eyes shine with
unearthly madness and an incredible sense of joy. He opened
his mouth and showed his toothless gingiva. He was trying
to smile, but all I could see was an endless void. Unexpectedly,
he was a very muscular older man. I could see

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some scars on his arms that looked like knife wounds.
My mother introduced the man to me and started to
tell me how they met. This older man was our neighbor.
He was living downstairs with his sick wife. This older
man was my mother's hero, as she told me several
times around a couple of minutes. I was introduced to
this man when my mother was on her way home
from work. A couple of teenage thugs from the neighborhood

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had tried to mug her. She told me that the
older man had come running to rescue her. He saved
my mother, which is why she invited him to our flat.
After hearing this story, my prejudices toward the older man
replaced themselves with a sense of gratefulness and admiration. We
started to talk. At first, he seemed a bit weird,
but after a while we began to enjoy the conversation.

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There was laughter and joy. He sat with us for
three hours, and as he was about to leave, he
hugged me. His grip was way too strong, and his
breast smelled like garbage. As he was hugging me. He said, Oh,
you're such a good child that I just want to
take you to my house and caress your hair for hours.
His strange sentence creeped me out, but my mother took

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it as an act of affection. He wished us a
good night and glanced at me one more time before
he left. After he left, I went to bed and
started to sleep. Around three am, I woke up because
of a troubling and familiar smell. At first, I didn't
understand why the smell was so familiar, but when I
opened my eyes, I realized that the smell was the

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older man's breath. I saw his face right on mine.
He was leaning over me with an open mouth. The
room was dim because of the moonlight shining through the window,
and that dimness allowed me to see the red veins
in this man's terrifying eyes. He grinned as he looked
at my frightened face, and a drop of saliva fell
from his mouth onto my cheek. He whispered very quietly,

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don't worry, tim yo, Daddy will always protect you. It
freaked me out. I remember everything going dark. After seeing
that horrible scene, I fainted, and when I regained consciousness.
It was already the afternoon. I searched the house to
find out if the older man was hiding somewhere, but
I couldn't see him or my mother at the flat.

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That time was around two pm, so I figured my
mother was just at work. It was probably just a nightmare,
I thought, and I continued hanging out inside the flat
as if nothing happened. When the night fell upon our
wretched neighborhood, I heard a fright that had started on
the street. I peeked from the window and I saw
my mother lying on the ground while the older man
was frightening two young people. I rushed outside, screaming and crying, Mother,

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you all right, mother. The old man fought off the
youngsters and told him to help me care my mother
inside our flat. Still shaken by the nightmare I saw,
I hesitated to trust him, but I realized it was
the most logical thing I could do in that situation.
We carried my mother inside, and the man told me
that she was not badly injured. I thanked him as
he tried to wake my mother. After several attempts, he

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gave up, realizing that she would not wake up. I
started to get worried. My worries grew bigger as I
saw the man smiling and looking at me as if
I was a prize.

Speaker 2 (01:00:27):
He wanted to.

Speaker 4 (01:00:27):
Have tim Your daddy missed you. Your mama mozill. Do
you want to see her and hug her? He said
as he approached me. My name's not Tim. Stop calling
me that, I shouted as I grabbed the chair next
to me. My arm shook because the chair was heavier
than I thought. He laughed and said, you would not
hurt your daddy. Would you put the chair down, Timmy

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and let me take you to our house. Your mother
missed you. As he came closer, I hit him as
hard as I could. His voice changed and I could
sense anger. Timothy, you will listen to your father. You
were coming with me, he yelled as he pulled the
chair out of my hand and grabbed me by my hair.
He dragged me to his flat downstairs. As he opened

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the door, I started to smell the disturbing scent of
the house. What I saw in that house is still
the reason for my sleepless nights.

Speaker 2 (01:01:19):
Today.

Speaker 4 (01:01:21):
I saw a skeleton like figure lying on the couch
with rotten skin. The corpse's skin looked like it had
melted and mixed with the sofa. I screamed as hard
as I could. I tried to escape as the old
man called me tim and told me to stop frightening
my dad. I knew that I wouldn't survived as if
I didn't fight dirty, so I bit the older man's

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hands so hard that I actually ripped a piece of
the flesh out. He let go of me as he
shouted curses, and I ran upstairs. I got inside my
home and locked the door. When I got inside, I
saw that my mother was conscious and already calling the police.
She told me that it was the older man who
knocked her unconscious. While we waited for the cops to arrive,

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the older man tried to break into our place for
ten minutes straight, and finally managed to do so. As
he burst open the door, my mother and I screamed
so loud. At that moment we heard police sirens. The
older man jumped on us, and I could understand that
his only intention at that point was to kill us.
We tried our best to defend ourselves as he punched

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and scratched us. He'd maniacally continued to hurt us until
we heard gunshots. The older man got shot several times
and his motionless body fell.

Speaker 2 (01:02:33):
On to me.

Speaker 4 (01:02:35):
After that incident happened, the police told us about the
older man. He was a mentally unstable man who had
lost his child fifteen years ago. His son, Timothy, was
my age when he died. The older man and his
wife were going through depression after losing their only child.
Upon searching the house, the police identified the corpse on
the couch as the older man's wife. They told me

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that after his wife died, the man lost his sanity
and tried to recreate his family. He was most probably
planning to keep me locked up in his flat and
pretend like I was his son, little Tim. To this day,
I still don't know how to react to all of this.
But in my dreams, I see little Tim looking at
me through the mirror and smiling with purple lips.