December 16, 2025 • 21 mins
Two creepy horror stories around our dark winter theme. In the first, Soup Mondays, a family had a strange Christmas tradition that involved spending time with loved ones in a bizarre way.
Our second story, Night at the Mall, is about two security guards who are bored out of their minds patrolling an old mall that nobody likes to visit. It all changes one night when they witness a sighting that they still, to this day, cannot explain.
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Our second story, Night at the Mall, is about two security guards who are bored out of their minds patrolling an old mall that nobody likes to visit. It all changes one night when they witness a sighting that they still, to this day, cannot explain.
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Find Edwin on TikTok, Instagram, and Facebook as @edwincov
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
It was raining the last Christmas we spent with our father. Technically,
it was the last one we spent with my mother too.
She was the one who knew how to call him.
A stubborn man. He was who had only listened to
what she said. We all used to say that he
was afraid of her. She turned him around. Mother would
often say, otherwise he would be out drinking, and if
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it weren't for her, he would be out in the
streets begging for coins to get a beer out of
the refrigerated section of the local Utahns and expired food store.
Not expired, just not optimal, my father would say. But
they loved each other in their own ways. He would
bring her the groceries and his paycheck. Every Monday meant
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every single Monday we would have chicken soup, no matter
the weather or the time of the year. No one
else liked it as much as my father did. It
was how they fell in love, he would say, when
he was feeling talkative. It's how we knew that he
was a softie behind that tough skin. And they had
been traveling between cities that year to be home just
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in time to spend Christmas with her parents. But they
got stuck due to a storm that year and had
to stay at one of my father's uncle's homes along
the way. They hadn't to frosted the chicken. The gas
lines were stuck. My mother had gotten everything together, grabbing
some of the frozen vegetables and starting chopping up onions
and searching through the spice cabinet something that would work.
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The water they had was poured into a pot and
the wood was fired up outside. It was the best
chicken soup I've ever had. He would say. It was
a story we had heard many times, but my sisters
and I liked the way that he would tell it.
There she was my future wife, making it work with
what little we had. That's when I knew that I
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loved her. We would all whisper along with him, and
we would all laugh together at how cheesy it sounded,
and yet we couldn't wait for the next time he
would tell us that same story all over again. My
mother loved the way that he waited for Mondays. She
loved how he took care of us growing up. She
had grown up without a father, and she would let
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him know too strict she was around the house, but
she had a strong, silent love and respect for him.
One of my sisters and I talk about their love
for each other. We can't quite explain it to other
people except with these stories. Sure they had their arguments,
but they knew how to fix things. If you can
fix your own boat, you can float forever. My father
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would tell us, usually with a wrench in his hand,
when he was fixing something around the house. I think
he applied it to our family too. It was especially
tough when he passed. We had all moved out of
the house by that point, and we would call him
about once a week to check up on how he
was doing. But one day my mother called to give
us the news that he had been hospitalized. It wasn't
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long after we arrived when we had to see goodbyes.
It was like watching a bird try to fly with
one wing, circling the same spot in the dried grass
until it grew tired, full of hope that it would
fly again, that only a few more seeds would give
it that final push into the clouds, Like those days
when the sun struggled to shine through the orange dust
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in the sky, full of a different light that wasn't
warm anymore, Like a pot of delicious chicken soup waiting
in a cold, dark kitchen, no eager spoon waiting just
a few steps away. A few years passed, and before
we knew it, it was Christmas again, nineteen ninety five,
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a Monday. Her sisters had brought it the list that
had been taped to the old refrigerator. It had where
to get the whole chicken from, little notes in case
a certain spice had run out. We all knew that
chicken soup would be on the menu, even if we
did have everything else you would expect at a Christmas table.
Children were with us for the first time, asleep by eight,
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fortunately with the promise of presents in the morning. Together
we walked up to the Christmas tree, set a tiny
table with the bowl, like we had done for years.
We brought out Mom's candles and books, photographs and waited
for her to start. I don't know how she got
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so good at this. I remember the way she would
bring over a really old lady to the house every
once in a while, Berta was her name. She would
come in dressed in white and they would sing, or
at least that's what we thought it was, as kids
never thought anything weird of it, and my mother started singing.
Then soon the words change into something else, sounds like
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multiple voices in unison. As we all closed her eyes,
we got in a circle on our knees and the
tiny table by the tree. My mother cried, and she
called out my father's name, softly at first, then she
started yelling and anger. That's why they say that he
was afraid of her. It's out of love, she would say.
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She was used to mondays waiting for my father, and
my father waiting for her. And then the table rattled,
The lights on the tree flickered, and a window opened
up from behind us. The cold wind rushed in and
turned off the candle. As we grew silent, we smiled,
we cried, We stayed still until we saw it with
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our own eyes. The spoon began to move to the
opposite side of the bowl, the vapor that came out
of the soup remaining perfectly still just above it. Then
the light stayed on and still and silent. The wind stopped.
We all looked at each other and smiled at my mother.
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She smiled back. Before spring arrived. That year, Mom passed away,
we all gathered to make that bowl of chicken soup.
Earlier that morning a Monday, save a little for your father,
her last words. The alarm had gone off for the
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second time that night. The cameras showed no one, not
even a hint of movement anywhere in the mall. These
places had been empty for some time, especially by that
point in January, when everyone had everything they wanted already. Besides,
Hooverstone Mall was one of those places, the ones that
got stuck in time. The only people who actually enjoyed
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themselves there were the old people who would buy their
shoes and suits for the department stores. Even Bridge Burger
had left the food court after decades of being the
last remaining attraction. It was hard to think that anyone
would want to rob this place at night. It was
way easier during the day. Still, when the alarm went off,
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I was to go to the location and press a
security button to mark that I visually inspected it technology right,
making it hard to slack off. So with a heavy
sigh and a flashlight on my right hand, I started
making my way down to the last hallway, the one
by the playpen at the end of the mall. My
door echoed along those shiny tiles. You could barely see
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the end of it. And that night, in particular, we
had a full moon just above the place. The skylight,
now yellow during the day, was bright blue at night.
In the silence of the mall, I picked up the
radio and pressed the button. Stephen Yo heading over to
the last wing. He was supposed to know in order
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to go to a set of cameras and monitor them.
But we knew that in the four or so years
we had been working together, it would be pointless. Those
screens might as well have been photographs. You could be
replaced and no one would notice an alarm go off.
I heard back a concerned voice. I almost didn't recognize him. Yeah,
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I'm going to go turn off the tracker. What he
said next is what made me stop completely in the
middle of the food court. I'm coming too. He saw
some movement around that side of the lot where are
you used to take turns being outside and the axis
door was by the docks area, near where the alarm
had sounded by the food court, which you see, I
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asked and waited for his answer. A little while later,
Mondo I heard it was an echo from the deep
side of the deliveries. He was running toward me. I
could see a silhouette waving, but he didn't stop running.
I was supposed to be going toward him, and not
the other way around. It was only when he was
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closer when I saw that he was telling me to
turn back and run. I didn't hesitate and started running,
slow enough for him to catch up, and then we
picked up. We rushed past the last shop of the
food court and toward the seating areas by the gardens,
but finally stopped at the bathrooms and back up storage areas.
What happened? I yelled, and he shushed me right away.
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We were both sweating, not used to running around, as
you might have guessed. He opened up the storage area
and we rushed inside, shutting the door tightly. The closet
still had those old tiny chains hanging from the ceiling
to turn the lights on, and he got to it first.
I could tell from his face that something had scared him.
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He had been working security ever since he graduated in
high school and was used to seeing just about everything.
I had never seen himself scared. We were still catching
our breaths when I saw him grip the handle to
the door and start pulling on it ood he heard.
I still can't find the words to describe. I had
never heard anything like it, and still to this very
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day after that it's been about ten years, I still
don't know what it was. I want you to imagine
a deep wind so sharp that it whistles, and a
manic laughter in a whisper. I know it sounds bizarre,
but we were both looking at each other with wide eyes,
waiting for it to pass. I could tell Stephen's hands
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was shaking, and knew that he was holding his breath.
We were there for about ten minutes. After the sounds faded,
blending into the darkness of the place, I cracked the
door open and felt the soft breeze of cold air
begin to circulate inside the storage closet. Hey man, do
you want to go? I waited for his answer. He
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looked at me and nodded. He didn't want to leave,
but the mall was silent again. I stepped out first,
afraid of seeing something just around the corners of those
dark bathroom hallways. But all I could see was the
dim light of the elevator button by the end of
the gray and purple light, and one that was coming
from the ceiling windows straight toward the shiny floors That
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was almost by the end of the hallway. When Stephen
stepped out and we both walked back to a station
by the parking lot in silence. It was like we
were processing what had just happened, or if it had
ever happened at all. Nobody had access to the inside
of them all, not even the delivery people. All dock
areas were blocked off from the sales floors. We both
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knew that, but we also knew that it was the
least of our concerns. Who might have been in There
was the bigger question, what was it? More? Alarms had
been set off when we were in the building. It
was normal when we did our walk through that we
would set off the motion detectors, but we always set
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them to silence when we did. Several detectors had gone
off near the storage closets, the food court, and all
along the wing where we had been. Stephen noticed something else.
The motion sensors had also gone off sporadically throughout the mall,
with one as far as the east entrance. The timestamps
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didn't match up to the locations. Nobody could run that
fast or be in several locations at one time. Huddling
towards the screen, Stephen found the footage to rewatch. He
started by watching the outdoor camera. When Stephen leaves a
booth from the outside, a large dog like creature seemed
to crawl from one of the trees towards the delivery docks.
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He moved like a stain on the ground and then disappeared.
The motion sensor goes off the one I initially responded to,
that's when we see Stephen going to the entrance. We
replayed the footage. Excited for it now looking at how
this thing was going into the mall. You see that?
You see that, That's what I was talking about. You
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were going to go to Stephen paused. He looked back
at the screen. Look, look, it's going the other way now.
His fingers were smudging the old screen as he traced it,
rushing toward the other entrance. Within a few seconds, Stephen
was on screen going through the lot and into the
building to meet up with me. You have the internal DBR, right,
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he asked. We couldn't see the inside of the mall
from the outside booths. With a silent glance over the outside,
we stepped out. Now, I make it seem like we
weren't scared, but it must have been the adrenaline that
made us look past our shaky voices and sweaty faces.
As we made our way back inside, we looked around
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the area. It was a normal night, cool wind brushing
past the dying trees in the parking lot. Everything inside
was the same silent. As we were getting to the
security office, Stephen stood still. He pointed to over the
last wing of the mall. His lips were trembling and
his knees were failing him as he started hitting the floor.
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I looked in the direction he was pointing to, and
I saw what I can only describe as a glitch,
A patch of darkness, darker than the dark, like a
dark puddle, crawl along the depths of that dark structure
that vanished near the old shops. At the end, I
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reached towards Stephen, who was trying to get back up
on his own, and we made it to the office.
We replayed the footage and watched ourselves rushed over the
storage closet. We could only see the camera go dark
and then back to normal, as if the night vision
had stopped working. For instance, at a time because of
certain areas of the screen would stay the same. The
light from the ceiling a few tables from the food
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court in the distance. There it is, Stephen yelled. I
looked over the screen and could find absolutely nothing. My
face was surging through the monitor ice, twitching from side
to side as it looked for the thing. But Steve
and kept tapping on my shoulder, yelling near my ear. Look, look, look.
He presses back against the wall behind me hard as
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he kept yelling. I can't find it. I yelled, losing
my patience, and just then, out of the corner of
my eye, from the window that looked at the interior
of the mall, I saw it right outside the office.
It was a hooded figure, the thing rising from the floor.
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I couldn't tell in what direction it was looking, but
I stepped back, hearing the motion detectoral arms go off.
Inside that office, the live cameras could catch it. They
were recording. I was frozen completely as the thing started crawling,
no floating toward us along the floor, was only about
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ten feet away. Steven started whispering what I thought were prayers,
but all I could do was stare afraid. That if
I blinked, it would end up inside. And next to us,
Stephen was on the floor, his hands on the opposite
sides of his head, covering his ears. The thing was approaching,
and soon it started making the same sound as before,
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that loud, inexplicable sound that had scared us earlier. It
got louder and louder, and then stopped. I watched it
crawled or slide or whatever along the floor and disappear
into the last wing of them. All the motion detectors
all stopped right then. Before we realized it, it was
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five in the morning and our shift had ended. Light
was beginning to filter in through the glass panes, and
neither of us made a motion to even begin to
look at the footage. Had been a long night already,
and we both just wanted to get out of there.
Stephen reported it, or at least he said he did,
but there were no records of it. When we asked
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one of our supervisor about it, he told us to
stop messing around and that we were going to get
them fired. We stuck around for a couple more years
until it shut down, and never saw anything similar to it.
Since the footage we caught was the same, the night
vision option resetting over and over again, and Steven and
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I talked about it. We would remember other little details
of that night, the sounds of the motion detectors and
the silence. Steven tried to draw it, but only got
sort of close to it. The real fear started when
we read about similar incidents not too far from where
we were. Two people had been waiting outside a Burger
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fast food restaurant when they claimed to have seen a
creature coming out from the woods across the street. It
rushed past them, making a sound that sounded like a
howl in a windstorm. Who knows if it was the
same thing. To this day, It's a story that Steven
and I tell in the new place where we work.
He got me another security job through his agency, still
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at night, but with more guards. Not a single incident
since I hope it stays that way. So I was
asked about some of the background for some of the stories,
so I'm going to add a little bit of information
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about the stories themselves. So our first story, Soup Mondays,
was originally meant to be a story of a family.
They have strange habits of invoking or calling spirits around
a certain time of the year, something completely normal to
them and strange to the rest of the world. But
as the story started writing, you know, started moving along.
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As I was writing it, the cult thoughts of someone
missing in the house during the holidays, that's a gob
So it changed into a story of longing and love
along with supernatural elements of some through through some of
the emails that you send that some of my stories
seem to do that, you know, the angle that we
can spot in some of the stories that I've shared
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over the years, kind of darkness and tragedy and sadness
kind of combined. And I'm not sure what we call
that genre, but anyway is what the story ended up being.
For the second one that was written in creepy pasta
format is about two security guards on a formal, like
an informal a normal night who can't understand what's going on.
And for this one, imagine the setting right. There's an old,
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run down mall in the middle of a small town,
empty parking lots, with a cracking asphalt and dead trees,
and these two security guards are trying to make it
work with faulty equipment, old fashioned incident reporting, and their
bored out of their minds. That's how this story is
set up, and the idea was sent in by who
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I'm assuming was a young listener who wanted a five
Nights at Freddy's story. Now there are no animatronics here. Hey,
I'll tell you that I played that game and was
only able to beat it after looking up some tips.
It's pretty difficult to get the hang of it. Anyway.
The whole theme of five Nights at Freddie's fell apart
there as well, but we ended up with a strange
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mystery at work type of story. Anyway. In our community
on Spotify and Apple podcast, we've received some comments. This
one's from Ruby Hanna, who says, I love this podcast
so much. I honestly fall asleep to it. So call
me and I wouldn't blame you. It's it's it's there's
a lot of people who say that they listened to
to fall Asleep surprised you know that you don't have nightmares,
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but yeah, it's a it's a common thing and I
like that actually. Marchea Davis, Kaylee and her boys who
will listen and broken heart emojis say that they love
the stories as well. So thank you so much for that,
ney a Vir and Jillian. Thank you for your comments
as well. I got through them. I was. I was
going through the comments recently and I found yours, so
that means a lot. Thank you. Thank you for commenting
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on here. As always, you know where to find me
in case you want to get in touch thanks to
everything or in the description of this episode, and if
you have ideas for stories, make sure you send them
my way. Scary Story podcast is written by me Edwin
Kobarubias and if you're subscribed, I'll be back next week
with more stories. Thank you very much for listening. Keep
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it scary everyone, see us soon.
It was raining the last Christmas we spent with our father. Technically,
it was the last one we spent with my mother too.
She was the one who knew how to call him.
A stubborn man. He was who had only listened to
what she said. We all used to say that he
was afraid of her. She turned him around. Mother would
often say, otherwise he would be out drinking, and if
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it weren't for her, he would be out in the
streets begging for coins to get a beer out of
the refrigerated section of the local Utahns and expired food store.
Not expired, just not optimal, my father would say. But
they loved each other in their own ways. He would
bring her the groceries and his paycheck. Every Monday meant
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every single Monday we would have chicken soup, no matter
the weather or the time of the year. No one
else liked it as much as my father did. It
was how they fell in love, he would say, when
he was feeling talkative. It's how we knew that he
was a softie behind that tough skin. And they had
been traveling between cities that year to be home just
(01:04):
in time to spend Christmas with her parents. But they
got stuck due to a storm that year and had
to stay at one of my father's uncle's homes along
the way. They hadn't to frosted the chicken. The gas
lines were stuck. My mother had gotten everything together, grabbing
some of the frozen vegetables and starting chopping up onions
and searching through the spice cabinet something that would work.
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The water they had was poured into a pot and
the wood was fired up outside. It was the best
chicken soup I've ever had. He would say. It was
a story we had heard many times, but my sisters
and I liked the way that he would tell it.
There she was my future wife, making it work with
what little we had. That's when I knew that I
(01:51):
loved her. We would all whisper along with him, and
we would all laugh together at how cheesy it sounded,
and yet we couldn't wait for the next time he
would tell us that same story all over again. My
mother loved the way that he waited for Mondays. She
loved how he took care of us growing up. She
had grown up without a father, and she would let
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him know too strict she was around the house, but
she had a strong, silent love and respect for him.
One of my sisters and I talk about their love
for each other. We can't quite explain it to other
people except with these stories. Sure they had their arguments,
but they knew how to fix things. If you can
fix your own boat, you can float forever. My father
(02:35):
would tell us, usually with a wrench in his hand,
when he was fixing something around the house. I think
he applied it to our family too. It was especially
tough when he passed. We had all moved out of
the house by that point, and we would call him
about once a week to check up on how he
was doing. But one day my mother called to give
us the news that he had been hospitalized. It wasn't
(02:58):
long after we arrived when we had to see goodbyes.
It was like watching a bird try to fly with
one wing, circling the same spot in the dried grass
until it grew tired, full of hope that it would
fly again, that only a few more seeds would give
it that final push into the clouds, Like those days
when the sun struggled to shine through the orange dust
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in the sky, full of a different light that wasn't
warm anymore, Like a pot of delicious chicken soup waiting
in a cold, dark kitchen, no eager spoon waiting just
a few steps away. A few years passed, and before
we knew it, it was Christmas again, nineteen ninety five,
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a Monday. Her sisters had brought it the list that
had been taped to the old refrigerator. It had where
to get the whole chicken from, little notes in case
a certain spice had run out. We all knew that
chicken soup would be on the menu, even if we
did have everything else you would expect at a Christmas table.
Children were with us for the first time, asleep by eight,
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fortunately with the promise of presents in the morning. Together
we walked up to the Christmas tree, set a tiny
table with the bowl, like we had done for years.
We brought out Mom's candles and books, photographs and waited
for her to start. I don't know how she got
(04:22):
so good at this. I remember the way she would
bring over a really old lady to the house every
once in a while, Berta was her name. She would
come in dressed in white and they would sing, or
at least that's what we thought it was, as kids
never thought anything weird of it, and my mother started singing.
Then soon the words change into something else, sounds like
(04:46):
multiple voices in unison. As we all closed her eyes,
we got in a circle on our knees and the
tiny table by the tree. My mother cried, and she
called out my father's name, softly at first, then she
started yelling and anger. That's why they say that he
was afraid of her. It's out of love, she would say.
(05:08):
She was used to mondays waiting for my father, and
my father waiting for her. And then the table rattled,
The lights on the tree flickered, and a window opened
up from behind us. The cold wind rushed in and
turned off the candle. As we grew silent, we smiled,
we cried, We stayed still until we saw it with
(05:29):
our own eyes. The spoon began to move to the
opposite side of the bowl, the vapor that came out
of the soup remaining perfectly still just above it. Then
the light stayed on and still and silent. The wind stopped.
We all looked at each other and smiled at my mother.
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She smiled back. Before spring arrived. That year, Mom passed away,
we all gathered to make that bowl of chicken soup.
Earlier that morning a Monday, save a little for your father,
her last words. The alarm had gone off for the
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second time that night. The cameras showed no one, not
even a hint of movement anywhere in the mall. These
places had been empty for some time, especially by that
point in January, when everyone had everything they wanted already. Besides,
Hooverstone Mall was one of those places, the ones that
got stuck in time. The only people who actually enjoyed
(06:42):
themselves there were the old people who would buy their
shoes and suits for the department stores. Even Bridge Burger
had left the food court after decades of being the
last remaining attraction. It was hard to think that anyone
would want to rob this place at night. It was
way easier during the day. Still, when the alarm went off,
(07:03):
I was to go to the location and press a
security button to mark that I visually inspected it technology right,
making it hard to slack off. So with a heavy
sigh and a flashlight on my right hand, I started
making my way down to the last hallway, the one
by the playpen at the end of the mall. My
door echoed along those shiny tiles. You could barely see
(07:25):
the end of it. And that night, in particular, we
had a full moon just above the place. The skylight,
now yellow during the day, was bright blue at night.
In the silence of the mall, I picked up the
radio and pressed the button. Stephen Yo heading over to
the last wing. He was supposed to know in order
(07:46):
to go to a set of cameras and monitor them.
But we knew that in the four or so years
we had been working together, it would be pointless. Those
screens might as well have been photographs. You could be
replaced and no one would notice an alarm go off.
I heard back a concerned voice. I almost didn't recognize him. Yeah,
(08:07):
I'm going to go turn off the tracker. What he
said next is what made me stop completely in the
middle of the food court. I'm coming too. He saw
some movement around that side of the lot where are
you used to take turns being outside and the axis
door was by the docks area, near where the alarm
had sounded by the food court, which you see, I
(08:30):
asked and waited for his answer. A little while later,
Mondo I heard it was an echo from the deep
side of the deliveries. He was running toward me. I
could see a silhouette waving, but he didn't stop running.
I was supposed to be going toward him, and not
the other way around. It was only when he was
(08:51):
closer when I saw that he was telling me to
turn back and run. I didn't hesitate and started running,
slow enough for him to catch up, and then we
picked up. We rushed past the last shop of the
food court and toward the seating areas by the gardens,
but finally stopped at the bathrooms and back up storage areas.
What happened? I yelled, and he shushed me right away.
(09:13):
We were both sweating, not used to running around, as
you might have guessed. He opened up the storage area
and we rushed inside, shutting the door tightly. The closet
still had those old tiny chains hanging from the ceiling
to turn the lights on, and he got to it first.
I could tell from his face that something had scared him.
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He had been working security ever since he graduated in
high school and was used to seeing just about everything.
I had never seen himself scared. We were still catching
our breaths when I saw him grip the handle to
the door and start pulling on it ood he heard.
I still can't find the words to describe. I had
never heard anything like it, and still to this very
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day after that it's been about ten years, I still
don't know what it was. I want you to imagine
a deep wind so sharp that it whistles, and a
manic laughter in a whisper. I know it sounds bizarre,
but we were both looking at each other with wide eyes,
waiting for it to pass. I could tell Stephen's hands
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was shaking, and knew that he was holding his breath.
We were there for about ten minutes. After the sounds faded,
blending into the darkness of the place, I cracked the
door open and felt the soft breeze of cold air
begin to circulate inside the storage closet. Hey man, do
you want to go? I waited for his answer. He
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looked at me and nodded. He didn't want to leave,
but the mall was silent again. I stepped out first,
afraid of seeing something just around the corners of those
dark bathroom hallways. But all I could see was the
dim light of the elevator button by the end of
the gray and purple light, and one that was coming
from the ceiling windows straight toward the shiny floors That
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was almost by the end of the hallway. When Stephen
stepped out and we both walked back to a station
by the parking lot in silence. It was like we
were processing what had just happened, or if it had
ever happened at all. Nobody had access to the inside
of them all, not even the delivery people. All dock
areas were blocked off from the sales floors. We both
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knew that, but we also knew that it was the
least of our concerns. Who might have been in There
was the bigger question, what was it? More? Alarms had
been set off when we were in the building. It
was normal when we did our walk through that we
would set off the motion detectors, but we always set
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them to silence when we did. Several detectors had gone
off near the storage closets, the food court, and all
along the wing where we had been. Stephen noticed something else.
The motion sensors had also gone off sporadically throughout the mall,
with one as far as the east entrance. The timestamps
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didn't match up to the locations. Nobody could run that
fast or be in several locations at one time. Huddling
towards the screen, Stephen found the footage to rewatch. He
started by watching the outdoor camera. When Stephen leaves a
booth from the outside, a large dog like creature seemed
to crawl from one of the trees towards the delivery docks.
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He moved like a stain on the ground and then disappeared.
The motion sensor goes off the one I initially responded to,
that's when we see Stephen going to the entrance. We
replayed the footage. Excited for it now looking at how
this thing was going into the mall. You see that?
You see that, That's what I was talking about. You
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were going to go to Stephen paused. He looked back
at the screen. Look, look, it's going the other way now.
His fingers were smudging the old screen as he traced it,
rushing toward the other entrance. Within a few seconds, Stephen
was on screen going through the lot and into the
building to meet up with me. You have the internal DBR, right,
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he asked. We couldn't see the inside of the mall
from the outside booths. With a silent glance over the outside,
we stepped out. Now, I make it seem like we
weren't scared, but it must have been the adrenaline that
made us look past our shaky voices and sweaty faces.
As we made our way back inside, we looked around
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the area. It was a normal night, cool wind brushing
past the dying trees in the parking lot. Everything inside
was the same silent. As we were getting to the
security office, Stephen stood still. He pointed to over the
last wing of the mall. His lips were trembling and
his knees were failing him as he started hitting the floor.
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I looked in the direction he was pointing to, and
I saw what I can only describe as a glitch,
A patch of darkness, darker than the dark, like a
dark puddle, crawl along the depths of that dark structure
that vanished near the old shops. At the end, I
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reached towards Stephen, who was trying to get back up
on his own, and we made it to the office.
We replayed the footage and watched ourselves rushed over the
storage closet. We could only see the camera go dark
and then back to normal, as if the night vision
had stopped working. For instance, at a time because of
certain areas of the screen would stay the same. The
light from the ceiling a few tables from the food
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court in the distance. There it is, Stephen yelled. I
looked over the screen and could find absolutely nothing. My
face was surging through the monitor ice, twitching from side
to side as it looked for the thing. But Steve
and kept tapping on my shoulder, yelling near my ear. Look, look, look.
He presses back against the wall behind me hard as
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he kept yelling. I can't find it. I yelled, losing
my patience, and just then, out of the corner of
my eye, from the window that looked at the interior
of the mall, I saw it right outside the office.
It was a hooded figure, the thing rising from the floor.
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I couldn't tell in what direction it was looking, but
I stepped back, hearing the motion detectoral arms go off.
Inside that office, the live cameras could catch it. They
were recording. I was frozen completely as the thing started crawling,
no floating toward us along the floor, was only about
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ten feet away. Steven started whispering what I thought were prayers,
but all I could do was stare afraid. That if
I blinked, it would end up inside. And next to us,
Stephen was on the floor, his hands on the opposite
sides of his head, covering his ears. The thing was approaching,
and soon it started making the same sound as before,
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that loud, inexplicable sound that had scared us earlier. It
got louder and louder, and then stopped. I watched it
crawled or slide or whatever along the floor and disappear
into the last wing of them. All the motion detectors
all stopped right then. Before we realized it, it was
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five in the morning and our shift had ended. Light
was beginning to filter in through the glass panes, and
neither of us made a motion to even begin to
look at the footage. Had been a long night already,
and we both just wanted to get out of there.
Stephen reported it, or at least he said he did,
but there were no records of it. When we asked
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one of our supervisor about it, he told us to
stop messing around and that we were going to get
them fired. We stuck around for a couple more years
until it shut down, and never saw anything similar to it.
Since the footage we caught was the same, the night
vision option resetting over and over again, and Steven and
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I talked about it. We would remember other little details
of that night, the sounds of the motion detectors and
the silence. Steven tried to draw it, but only got
sort of close to it. The real fear started when
we read about similar incidents not too far from where
we were. Two people had been waiting outside a Burger
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fast food restaurant when they claimed to have seen a
creature coming out from the woods across the street. It
rushed past them, making a sound that sounded like a
howl in a windstorm. Who knows if it was the
same thing. To this day, It's a story that Steven
and I tell in the new place where we work.
He got me another security job through his agency, still
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at night, but with more guards. Not a single incident
since I hope it stays that way. So I was
asked about some of the background for some of the stories,
so I'm going to add a little bit of information
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about the stories themselves. So our first story, Soup Mondays,
was originally meant to be a story of a family.
They have strange habits of invoking or calling spirits around
a certain time of the year, something completely normal to
them and strange to the rest of the world. But
as the story started writing, you know, started moving along.
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As I was writing it, the cult thoughts of someone
missing in the house during the holidays, that's a gob
So it changed into a story of longing and love
along with supernatural elements of some through through some of
the emails that you send that some of my stories
seem to do that, you know, the angle that we
can spot in some of the stories that I've shared
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over the years, kind of darkness and tragedy and sadness
kind of combined. And I'm not sure what we call
that genre, but anyway is what the story ended up being.
For the second one that was written in creepy pasta
format is about two security guards on a formal, like
an informal a normal night who can't understand what's going on.
And for this one, imagine the setting right. There's an old,
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run down mall in the middle of a small town,
empty parking lots, with a cracking asphalt and dead trees,
and these two security guards are trying to make it
work with faulty equipment, old fashioned incident reporting, and their
bored out of their minds. That's how this story is
set up, and the idea was sent in by who
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I'm assuming was a young listener who wanted a five
Nights at Freddy's story. Now there are no animatronics here. Hey,
I'll tell you that I played that game and was
only able to beat it after looking up some tips.
It's pretty difficult to get the hang of it. Anyway.
The whole theme of five Nights at Freddie's fell apart
there as well, but we ended up with a strange
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mystery at work type of story. Anyway. In our community
on Spotify and Apple podcast, we've received some comments. This
one's from Ruby Hanna, who says, I love this podcast
so much. I honestly fall asleep to it. So call
me and I wouldn't blame you. It's it's it's there's
a lot of people who say that they listened to
to fall Asleep surprised you know that you don't have nightmares,
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but yeah, it's a it's a common thing and I
like that actually. Marchea Davis, Kaylee and her boys who
will listen and broken heart emojis say that they love
the stories as well. So thank you so much for that,
ney a Vir and Jillian. Thank you for your comments
as well. I got through them. I was. I was
going through the comments recently and I found yours, so
that means a lot. Thank you. Thank you for commenting
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on here. As always, you know where to find me
in case you want to get in touch thanks to
everything or in the description of this episode, and if
you have ideas for stories, make sure you send them
my way. Scary Story podcast is written by me Edwin
Kobarubias and if you're subscribed, I'll be back next week
with more stories. Thank you very much for listening. Keep
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it scary everyone, see us soon.
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