The House My Uncle Left Me - Reddit Horror Stories

The House My Uncle Left Me - Reddit Horror Stories

Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:00):
A year ago, I inherited a house from my uncle.
I didn't even know he owned property. My family never
talked about him much. He was the weird relative. Lived alone,
didn't show up to holidays, never answered calls. When he died,
the lawyer told me there was a cabin out in

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northern Oregon, tucked deep into the woods, and I was
now the legal owner. At first I thought it was
a blessing. I'd been drowning in rent and a free
house sounded like a dream. I packed a weekend bag
and drove up to check it out. The drive alone
should have told me something was off. Once I got

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off the highway, it was thirty minutes of winding dirt road,
trees so thick they blocked the sun, no cell signal.
By the time I pulled up, it was already dusk.
The cabin was small, one story, shutters hanging loose. It
looked abandoned for years. But the weird thing the front

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door was unlocked. Inside the place smelled faintly of rock,
furniture covered in sheets, dust so thick it muffled my footsteps,
but it wasn't empty. In the living room, on a
wooden chair facing the window, sat a tape recorder, just
sitting there, like my uncle had left it for me.

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I pressed play. Static crackled, then his voice raspy, strained.
If you're listening to this, it means you've found the house.
Dn't stay after dark, don't look out the windows, and
whatever you do, don't answer if it knocks. The tape
clicked off. I stood there in silence, trying to laugh

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it off. Maybe he was losing his mind, maybe it
was a sick joke. But as the sun dropped and
shadows stretched through the trees, his words got under my skin.
By ten PM, the was so dark I could barely
see without a flashlight. The forest outside was dead quiet,
no crickets, no wind, just silence pressing against the glass.

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I tried to sleep on the couch, but around one