August 4, 2025 • 8 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 (00:28):
There are five waves of time travelers, I mean from
the future. They came back in five discrete groups. From
my perspective, they're all jumble together. I don't know if
they all use the same technology to get here, but
they all mostly have the same goal to kill me.
(00:49):
The first wave was probably more experimental and not expected
to succeed. They're obvious to spot. They come running screaming.
They wear metallic suits, are hairless, and wield big military knives.
Dad's gotten good at shooting them before they get within
one hundred feet of us. The second wave still doesn't
(01:10):
have any hair, but they wear mismatched thrift store clothes,
stuff that's been out of fashion for several years. They're
easy to mistake for hipsters, especially if they're wearing hats
to cover their bald heads. They don't scream as they
come at me. They do walk with a purpose, as
(01:31):
Dad says, though a few of them have gotten close enough,
I've seen their rotting teeth. Either something terrible happens to
dentists in the future, or time travel does something to
your teeth. My dad's a dentist, at least he was
before all this. Dad has a bunch of fake driver's licenses.
(01:51):
I possess dozens of fraudulently obtained library cards. They're real,
but they're all under different names. Sally Roberts, Jones, Samantha
Smith playing Jane names, as Dad calls them, easy for
people to forget. We live on the road. I'm too
young to drive, so I read or invent games. The
(02:12):
backseat is filled with library books we've stolen across the country.
I have two of the same book. One's old and
the other's brand new. The old one has lots of
notes in it, the other had none when I found it.
One game I like to play is to copy all
the notes from the older copy into the newer one.
It's no Minecraft, but it passes the time between time
(02:34):
travelers attempting to murder me. The third wave has black
as sin hair, as Dad calls it. I don't know
if time travel makes their hair that color, or if
third waivers are all like genetically related or something. That's
one of the questions I have for the time travelers.
I keep a book of questions to ask them should
(02:56):
I ever get the chance to interview one. The first
one with black hair didn't try to kill me, not
right away, I'm not sure for how long. But he
followed us. He'd stay at the same hotels we did.
He'd at the same restaurants. He wore normal clothes and
did normal things like play games on an iPhone. We
(03:18):
were traveling down I eighty at the time, going west,
figured he was making the same trek. We found out
his true intention when we were halfway through Iowa. He
was waiting for us at a gas station in a
nowhere town. He carried two Ruger Super Red Hawks, some
huge four to fifty four Castle handguns. He tried to
duel whield them like a character out of a John
(03:39):
wu movie. One of his bullets hit our car, the
other went stray. He was knocked back by the recoil.
It gave Dad enough time to get his rifle aim
and hit him once in the forehead. We drove off,
stole another vehicle and were out of state before sundown.
One day in seventh grade history, mister Norris asked the
(04:01):
class a hypothetical question. He liked doing this to break
up the monotony, as he called it. He asked us,
if you could go back in time and kill baby Hitler,
would you like the time? He asked us if we'd
purposely kill one person to save five people tied to
railroad tracks. The class was fiercely divided. About half said
(04:23):
they'd go back and kill baby Hitler. The other half
said it's wrong to kill an infant who hasn't done
anything yet. Both sides made sense to me. Now when
I think of that question, I cry not for myself
so much. I mean, I guess I do, but more
so because I miss sitting in mister Norris's class arguing
(04:43):
stuff like that, and I miss the monotony. The fourth
Wave are the most dangerous. Dad calls them sleepers. They
land in the past, sometimes years before I've even been born,
and they live normal lives. They know someday they might
encounter me. Should that day have her come, They're prepared
to do what's necessary. We were in a diner once
(05:05):
and one of the prep cooks walked out from the kitchen.
He lunched at me with a butcher knife. Dad's left
hand was severed fighting him. Early on, Dad's longtime receptionist
at his dental clinic grabbed one of his drills and
attempted to put it through my skull. She waited for
years before she took her chance. Dad didn't kill her
(05:26):
right away, so I asked her some of the questions
I had written down. She cried as I read them
to her. She said, my book of questions is used
in interrogations in the future while people are tortured. I
told her, well, maybe if you answered my questions, you
won't be tortured. Dad thinks she had a cyanide capsule
(05:46):
tooth because she died after I said that. I dream
of building a device, one that'd let me send explosives
into the future take the fight to them.
Speaker 1 (05:57):
Once.
Speaker 2 (05:58):
Several months back, we were lying low in the woods
near a junkyard. From my library books, I was able
to put together disparate pieces of information about how to
build a machine. I mostly knew how to build it
from the notes in the book I have two of.
I made a prototype of my machine. It was the
size of a microwave looked a lot like one too.
(06:20):
I took a bullet a thirty eight Special, and put
it inside. I set the machine for ten years from now.
It disappeared. I destroyed the prototype and scattered the parts
across the junkyard. The fifth wave was a single person.
She was an old woman, and I didn't recognize her
at first. My face had changed so much, but she
(06:41):
still had my eyes. I met her only once, years ago.
She didn't try to kill me. It was a summer
day and I was home alone while Dad was at work.
This was before his receptionist tried to kill me, before
any of the other waves. The old woman came into
the house through the patio door or without asking. She
(07:01):
said she was going to make herself lemonade because they
stopped selling her favorite brand decades ago, but we had
some in our kitchen. She poured us both glasses and
asked if we could sit outside near the garden. That
was always my favorite spot to read out there on
that sunny day, she told me about a bullet she'd
found in a junkyard ten years after she'd sent it
(07:24):
into the future, about how she built a bigger and
greater machine after her father was murdered by a person
with hair black as sin. Before she left, she gave
me an old library book filled with notes. It looked
boring at the time, but she told me I'd find
it useful someday. She left before Dad got home. I
(07:47):
told him everything that she'd said, and he thought I
was joking. But then over a few weeks, first and
second Waivers attacked us, and then his receptionist. Right now,
I'm trying to enjoy what time I have left with
my dad before someone with hair black as sin kills him,
Before I find the bullet I sent into the future,
(08:09):
before I build my machine
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 (00:28):
There are five waves of time travelers, I mean from
the future. They came back in five discrete groups. From
my perspective, they're all jumble together. I don't know if
they all use the same technology to get here, but
they all mostly have the same goal to kill me.
(00:49):
The first wave was probably more experimental and not expected
to succeed. They're obvious to spot. They come running screaming.
They wear metallic suits, are hairless, and wield big military knives.
Dad's gotten good at shooting them before they get within
one hundred feet of us. The second wave still doesn't
(01:10):
have any hair, but they wear mismatched thrift store clothes,
stuff that's been out of fashion for several years. They're
easy to mistake for hipsters, especially if they're wearing hats
to cover their bald heads. They don't scream as they
come at me. They do walk with a purpose, as
(01:31):
Dad says, though a few of them have gotten close enough,
I've seen their rotting teeth. Either something terrible happens to
dentists in the future, or time travel does something to
your teeth. My dad's a dentist, at least he was
before all this. Dad has a bunch of fake driver's licenses.
(01:51):
I possess dozens of fraudulently obtained library cards. They're real,
but they're all under different names. Sally Roberts, Jones, Samantha
Smith playing Jane names, as Dad calls them, easy for
people to forget. We live on the road. I'm too
young to drive, so I read or invent games. The
(02:12):
backseat is filled with library books we've stolen across the country.
I have two of the same book. One's old and
the other's brand new. The old one has lots of
notes in it, the other had none when I found it.
One game I like to play is to copy all
the notes from the older copy into the newer one.
It's no Minecraft, but it passes the time between time
(02:34):
travelers attempting to murder me. The third wave has black
as sin hair, as Dad calls it. I don't know
if time travel makes their hair that color, or if
third waivers are all like genetically related or something. That's
one of the questions I have for the time travelers.
I keep a book of questions to ask them should
(02:56):
I ever get the chance to interview one. The first
one with black hair didn't try to kill me, not
right away, I'm not sure for how long. But he
followed us. He'd stay at the same hotels we did.
He'd at the same restaurants. He wore normal clothes and
did normal things like play games on an iPhone. We
(03:18):
were traveling down I eighty at the time, going west,
figured he was making the same trek. We found out
his true intention when we were halfway through Iowa. He
was waiting for us at a gas station in a
nowhere town. He carried two Ruger Super Red Hawks, some
huge four to fifty four Castle handguns. He tried to
duel whield them like a character out of a John
(03:39):
wu movie. One of his bullets hit our car, the
other went stray. He was knocked back by the recoil.
It gave Dad enough time to get his rifle aim
and hit him once in the forehead. We drove off,
stole another vehicle and were out of state before sundown.
One day in seventh grade history, mister Norris asked the
(04:01):
class a hypothetical question. He liked doing this to break
up the monotony, as he called it. He asked us,
if you could go back in time and kill baby Hitler,
would you like the time? He asked us if we'd
purposely kill one person to save five people tied to
railroad tracks. The class was fiercely divided. About half said
(04:23):
they'd go back and kill baby Hitler. The other half
said it's wrong to kill an infant who hasn't done
anything yet. Both sides made sense to me. Now when
I think of that question, I cry not for myself
so much. I mean, I guess I do, but more
so because I miss sitting in mister Norris's class arguing
(04:43):
stuff like that, and I miss the monotony. The fourth
Wave are the most dangerous. Dad calls them sleepers. They
land in the past, sometimes years before I've even been born,
and they live normal lives. They know someday they might
encounter me. Should that day have her come, They're prepared
to do what's necessary. We were in a diner once
(05:05):
and one of the prep cooks walked out from the kitchen.
He lunched at me with a butcher knife. Dad's left
hand was severed fighting him. Early on, Dad's longtime receptionist
at his dental clinic grabbed one of his drills and
attempted to put it through my skull. She waited for
years before she took her chance. Dad didn't kill her
(05:26):
right away, so I asked her some of the questions
I had written down. She cried as I read them
to her. She said, my book of questions is used
in interrogations in the future while people are tortured. I
told her, well, maybe if you answered my questions, you
won't be tortured. Dad thinks she had a cyanide capsule
(05:46):
tooth because she died after I said that. I dream
of building a device, one that'd let me send explosives
into the future take the fight to them.
Speaker 1 (05:57):
Once.
Speaker 2 (05:58):
Several months back, we were lying low in the woods
near a junkyard. From my library books, I was able
to put together disparate pieces of information about how to
build a machine. I mostly knew how to build it
from the notes in the book I have two of.
I made a prototype of my machine. It was the
size of a microwave looked a lot like one too.
(06:20):
I took a bullet a thirty eight Special, and put
it inside. I set the machine for ten years from now.
It disappeared. I destroyed the prototype and scattered the parts
across the junkyard. The fifth wave was a single person.
She was an old woman, and I didn't recognize her
at first. My face had changed so much, but she
(06:41):
still had my eyes. I met her only once, years ago.
She didn't try to kill me. It was a summer
day and I was home alone while Dad was at work.
This was before his receptionist tried to kill me, before
any of the other waves. The old woman came into
the house through the patio door or without asking. She
(07:01):
said she was going to make herself lemonade because they
stopped selling her favorite brand decades ago, but we had
some in our kitchen. She poured us both glasses and
asked if we could sit outside near the garden. That
was always my favorite spot to read out there on
that sunny day, she told me about a bullet she'd
found in a junkyard ten years after she'd sent it
(07:24):
into the future, about how she built a bigger and
greater machine after her father was murdered by a person
with hair black as sin. Before she left, she gave
me an old library book filled with notes. It looked
boring at the time, but she told me I'd find
it useful someday. She left before Dad got home. I
(07:47):
told him everything that she'd said, and he thought I
was joking. But then over a few weeks, first and
second Waivers attacked us, and then his receptionist. Right now,
I'm trying to enjoy what time I have left with
my dad before someone with hair black as sin kills him,
Before I find the bullet I sent into the future,
(08:09):
before I build my machine
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