August 4, 2025 • 7 mins
Journey into the uncanny with this week’s Scary Midnight Horror Stories. We unveil chilling ghost encounters and inexplicable phenomena, weaving tales from the edges of reality. For those fascinated by the otherworldly, settle in and brace for a voyage into the unknown.
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Speaker 1 (00:04):
Hi. 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 2 (00:38):
I witnessed something in the emergency room that has haunted
me every day. I have not shared this with anyone
until now. I woke up with a pounding headache and
a dry mouth, not an uncommon morning condition for my
college days. I looked around the unfamiliar bedroom until I
found my phone. It was eleven am on Sunday. I
sat on the edge of the bed and began to
put my clothes on. I noticed I wasn't alone. My
(01:02):
heart started to race as I attempted to recall the
previous night's drunken events. To my relief, I recognized the
girl next to me as one of my friends as
she rolled over in discomfort from the sunlight. I grabbed
my shoe and started to put it on, and something
was wrong. White hot pain shot up my leg as
the inside of my shoe made contact with my big toe.
I winced as I forced the Nike sneaker over my
(01:23):
swollen foot. I threw my jacket on and made my
way to the door. I immediately fell to the floor.
As soon as I put pressure on my right foot.
I heard a burst of laughter from the girl behind me.
Still a little drunk, eh, I replied, No, my foot
is killing me. I think something is wrong. What did
you do to it? You were fine last night when
you were running around downtown, she asked. I recalled the
(01:43):
memory of the previous day. Oh, was I running. I
got my big toenail removed because of that socker injury
from the intramural game. The doctor told me to take
it easy. I must have not thought about it. After
I was drinking. My foot was still numb from the anesthetic. Ouch.
Well go home and take care of it, she said.
I sighed, said goodbye, and left. Being a dumb college kid,
(02:04):
I limped the entire two miles back to the shack
my college roommates and I called home. I immediately sat
down and started drinking the curb the hangover. It wasn't
until later that night someone decided to talk some sense
into me. We had friends over and one girl who
happened to be pre met noticed my limping. What happened
to you, she asked. I had minor surgery on my
(02:24):
foot and it just hurts. I could barely put my
shoe on this morning, I replied. She got closer and
looked at my leg. Oh my god, you need to
go to the hospital. You see those red streaks running
up your leg. That's blood poisoning. She grabbed my arm
and rushed me to her car. She was nice enough
to drop me off at the front door of the er.
Half drunk, I limped inside and was immediately wheeled back
to a room. This began the strangest night of my life.
(02:48):
That yer of the university hospital was especially overcrowded. I
was put into a room that was already occupied, with
a plastic curtain separating me from the other patients. The
occupants of the room calling attention. There was an unconscious
man on the other bed, stiff as a board and
drained of all color, And next to his bed was
a woman, extremely thin, with a sunken face and tattered
(03:09):
gray hair, and looked like she hadn't slept in years.
She sat frozen in her chair, standing in front of
the couple was a tall male nurse, an EMT and
a police officer. The woman gazed forward with the blank
stair as the cop spoke to her, ma'am, you need
to tell us what your boyfriend took. He is going
to die, but we may be able to save him
if you just tell us. We want to hear it
(03:29):
in English. Can you do that? The woman didn't respond.
The interrogating went on like that for a while, and
the woman continued to stare forward with an unwavering gaze. Finally,
my nurse came in and began to hook an ivy
up to me. She spoke, this should help with the
infection and will help sober you up a bit. I
looked at her and she winked at me. She leaned
(03:50):
in and whispered to me, sorry about the patience next
to us. Try and ignore them if you can. She
returned to a normal volume. This hospital is pretty crazy tonight.
So Red and the doctors want me to work on
getting this infection out of your foot. You're lucky this
didn't reach your lymph nodes. Sepsis is no joke. I'm
going to have to make an incision on your toe
and drain the infection.
Speaker 1 (04:09):
Out.
Speaker 2 (04:09):
I'll numb you with a local anesthetic first. I grimaced
as she stuck the long needle into my toe. I'll
be back in fifteen minutes when your numb, the nurse
said as she left. I looked out into the hall.
As she walked out, I noticed another police officer just
standing outside, and he was talking with a priest. It
was not uncommon to see priests around campus. The university
(04:29):
was Catholic, but I found it strange that he was
right outside my hospital room. The man on the bed
next to me had not moved. Maybe he was going
to die and they were going to read him as
last rites. My heart was racing. I had never witnessed
a death before. I turned my gaze from the hall
to the curtains next to me. Just behind it was
the strange woman, but she was now staring directly at
me with her dull gray eyes. I turned quickly away
(04:52):
from her. I felt eyes pierced through me as an
icy shiver crept down my spine. My nurse returned and
started setting up her prep table. She sterilized her scalpel
and my toe and began cutting. I couldn't look. I'm
not very good with that sort of thing. Without thinking,
I turned my head to the right again. The woman
was still staring at me. As soon as our eyes met,
I had the strangest vision. It was like I started daydreaming,
(05:15):
but it was so vivid. I imagined myself taking the
scalpel and stabbing my nurse with it, over and over again.
I heard the sounds of her screams and saw the horrific,
bloody mess. I yelled out, no, I snapped out of
the day dream. I was horrified with what I had
just imagined. I was not a violent person at all,
and I'd never even thought about anything that graphic in
my life. My stomach began to turn with nausea. Concerned
(05:39):
with my outburst, the nurse asked me if I was okay.
I told her I was, and she continued. I looked
to my right again at the withered woman. She was
still staring at me, but now she was smiling, an
eerily wide smile. It was like she was amused at
my discomfort. I turned away and decided not to look back.
The nurse finished wrapped my foot and told me she'd
be back later to check on me. As she left,
(06:00):
more medical personnel entered and wheeled away the man who
was on the bed. They had draped a sheet over
his body. The police officer and priest walked in and
closed the door. The priest gave me a slight nod
as he walked by. I noticed my cross necklace was
exposed through my hospital gown. The two men walked behind
the curtain. I jumped in fright as soon as I
(06:20):
heard it. The woman started hissing and screaming as soon
as she saw the priest. The police officer spoke, cut
that out, or I will arrest you. The priest interjected,
no need for that. At the moment, Missbaer, my name
is Father DeMarco. I heard the woman spit. He spoke again,
but this time I was in a different language. I
hadn't been to church in a while, but some of
the Latin cought my ear. I heard no mine, which
(06:41):
I no means name. To my amazement, she responded, the
words hissed out of her mouth at an incredible rate.
She spoke in Latin, just as the priest had. When
she stopped. The cop spoke, this is how she was
talking when we found her father. What she sang? The
priest replied, I need you to leave us take the boy.
The cop then walked over, Let's get you to another room. Son.
(07:01):
This woman has been through a lot tonight. I was
happy to leave. I just wanted to be out of there.
I got out of my bed and climbed into my wheelchair.
The hair on the back of my neck stood up
as the woman spoke aloud in English, your mother misses you, David.
She then let out the most terrifying laugh I have
ever heard. As the cop wheeled me out of the room,
I could hear her maniacal laughter trailing off behind me.
(07:23):
My eyes welled up with tears as I reflected on
two things. First, my mother took her own life a
few years ago. Second, and even more disturbing, none of
the medical staff in that room had said David a
lot
Hi. 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 2 (00:38):
I witnessed something in the emergency room that has haunted
me every day. I have not shared this with anyone
until now. I woke up with a pounding headache and
a dry mouth, not an uncommon morning condition for my
college days. I looked around the unfamiliar bedroom until I
found my phone. It was eleven am on Sunday. I
sat on the edge of the bed and began to
put my clothes on. I noticed I wasn't alone. My
(01:02):
heart started to race as I attempted to recall the
previous night's drunken events. To my relief, I recognized the
girl next to me as one of my friends as
she rolled over in discomfort from the sunlight. I grabbed
my shoe and started to put it on, and something
was wrong. White hot pain shot up my leg as
the inside of my shoe made contact with my big toe.
I winced as I forced the Nike sneaker over my
(01:23):
swollen foot. I threw my jacket on and made my
way to the door. I immediately fell to the floor.
As soon as I put pressure on my right foot.
I heard a burst of laughter from the girl behind me.
Still a little drunk, eh, I replied, No, my foot
is killing me. I think something is wrong. What did
you do to it? You were fine last night when
you were running around downtown, she asked. I recalled the
(01:43):
memory of the previous day. Oh, was I running. I
got my big toenail removed because of that socker injury
from the intramural game. The doctor told me to take
it easy. I must have not thought about it. After
I was drinking. My foot was still numb from the anesthetic. Ouch.
Well go home and take care of it, she said.
I sighed, said goodbye, and left. Being a dumb college kid,
(02:04):
I limped the entire two miles back to the shack
my college roommates and I called home. I immediately sat
down and started drinking the curb the hangover. It wasn't
until later that night someone decided to talk some sense
into me. We had friends over and one girl who
happened to be pre met noticed my limping. What happened
to you, she asked. I had minor surgery on my
(02:24):
foot and it just hurts. I could barely put my
shoe on this morning, I replied. She got closer and
looked at my leg. Oh my god, you need to
go to the hospital. You see those red streaks running
up your leg. That's blood poisoning. She grabbed my arm
and rushed me to her car. She was nice enough
to drop me off at the front door of the er.
Half drunk, I limped inside and was immediately wheeled back
to a room. This began the strangest night of my life.
(02:48):
That yer of the university hospital was especially overcrowded. I
was put into a room that was already occupied, with
a plastic curtain separating me from the other patients. The
occupants of the room calling attention. There was an unconscious
man on the other bed, stiff as a board and
drained of all color, And next to his bed was
a woman, extremely thin, with a sunken face and tattered
(03:09):
gray hair, and looked like she hadn't slept in years.
She sat frozen in her chair, standing in front of
the couple was a tall male nurse, an EMT and
a police officer. The woman gazed forward with the blank
stair as the cop spoke to her, ma'am, you need
to tell us what your boyfriend took. He is going
to die, but we may be able to save him
if you just tell us. We want to hear it
(03:29):
in English. Can you do that? The woman didn't respond.
The interrogating went on like that for a while, and
the woman continued to stare forward with an unwavering gaze. Finally,
my nurse came in and began to hook an ivy
up to me. She spoke, this should help with the
infection and will help sober you up a bit. I
looked at her and she winked at me. She leaned
(03:50):
in and whispered to me, sorry about the patience next
to us. Try and ignore them if you can. She
returned to a normal volume. This hospital is pretty crazy tonight.
So Red and the doctors want me to work on
getting this infection out of your foot. You're lucky this
didn't reach your lymph nodes. Sepsis is no joke. I'm
going to have to make an incision on your toe
and drain the infection.
Speaker 1 (04:09):
Out.
Speaker 2 (04:09):
I'll numb you with a local anesthetic first. I grimaced
as she stuck the long needle into my toe. I'll
be back in fifteen minutes when your numb, the nurse
said as she left. I looked out into the hall.
As she walked out, I noticed another police officer just
standing outside, and he was talking with a priest. It
was not uncommon to see priests around campus. The university
(04:29):
was Catholic, but I found it strange that he was
right outside my hospital room. The man on the bed
next to me had not moved. Maybe he was going
to die and they were going to read him as
last rites. My heart was racing. I had never witnessed
a death before. I turned my gaze from the hall
to the curtains next to me. Just behind it was
the strange woman, but she was now staring directly at
me with her dull gray eyes. I turned quickly away
(04:52):
from her. I felt eyes pierced through me as an
icy shiver crept down my spine. My nurse returned and
started setting up her prep table. She sterilized her scalpel
and my toe and began cutting. I couldn't look. I'm
not very good with that sort of thing. Without thinking,
I turned my head to the right again. The woman
was still staring at me. As soon as our eyes met,
I had the strangest vision. It was like I started daydreaming,
(05:15):
but it was so vivid. I imagined myself taking the
scalpel and stabbing my nurse with it, over and over again.
I heard the sounds of her screams and saw the horrific,
bloody mess. I yelled out, no, I snapped out of
the day dream. I was horrified with what I had
just imagined. I was not a violent person at all,
and I'd never even thought about anything that graphic in
my life. My stomach began to turn with nausea. Concerned
(05:39):
with my outburst, the nurse asked me if I was okay.
I told her I was, and she continued. I looked
to my right again at the withered woman. She was
still staring at me, but now she was smiling, an
eerily wide smile. It was like she was amused at
my discomfort. I turned away and decided not to look back.
The nurse finished wrapped my foot and told me she'd
be back later to check on me. As she left,
(06:00):
more medical personnel entered and wheeled away the man who
was on the bed. They had draped a sheet over
his body. The police officer and priest walked in and
closed the door. The priest gave me a slight nod
as he walked by. I noticed my cross necklace was
exposed through my hospital gown. The two men walked behind
the curtain. I jumped in fright as soon as I
(06:20):
heard it. The woman started hissing and screaming as soon
as she saw the priest. The police officer spoke, cut
that out, or I will arrest you. The priest interjected,
no need for that. At the moment, Missbaer, my name
is Father DeMarco. I heard the woman spit. He spoke again,
but this time I was in a different language. I
hadn't been to church in a while, but some of
the Latin cought my ear. I heard no mine, which
(06:41):
I no means name. To my amazement, she responded, the
words hissed out of her mouth at an incredible rate.
She spoke in Latin, just as the priest had. When
she stopped. The cop spoke, this is how she was
talking when we found her father. What she sang? The
priest replied, I need you to leave us take the boy.
The cop then walked over, Let's get you to another room. Son.
(07:01):
This woman has been through a lot tonight. I was
happy to leave. I just wanted to be out of there.
I got out of my bed and climbed into my wheelchair.
The hair on the back of my neck stood up
as the woman spoke aloud in English, your mother misses you, David.
She then let out the most terrifying laugh I have
ever heard. As the cop wheeled me out of the room,
I could hear her maniacal laughter trailing off behind me.
(07:23):
My eyes welled up with tears as I reflected on
two things. First, my mother took her own life a
few years ago. Second, and even more disturbing, none of
the medical staff in that room had said David a
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