6 True Scary Stories That Will Keep You Up Tonight

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:05):
November fifth, twenty twenty two. I guess I'm never going
to forget that date or even disassociate it from this event.
I had just finished my courses for the year and
summer was right around the corner, so it meant that
it was time to catch up with some of my friends.
In this particular occasion, it was Nathan. Nathan was my

(00:27):
best friend at the time, and we would sometimes spend
months without seeing each other, but when we did hang out,
we'd always do the same go get some snacks and
catch up over coffee before sunset, then walk around town
until about nine pm, and call it a day. The usual.
This time, though, nothing felt usual. From the moment I

(00:50):
saw him, something in my stomach just dropped. It wasn't him,
per se. We were on good terms, but something about
hanging out the day fell off right as I greet
him with our usual handshake and went to our usual
spot for coffee. We got there and things went by
the books. I shook it off as me being nervous

(01:13):
because I hadn't seen them for a long time. That was,
of course, until Nathan mentioned that he felt like things
around us were weird again. Another drop in my stomach
I kept my cool, trying not to sound paranoid, but
I guess I couldn't help it. You feel it too,
I asked. He nodded. He said that he just couldn't

(01:34):
pinpoint what was wrong. But it was like our surroundings
were odd, like hostile, even though there was nothing of fear.
Was this some sort of shared paranoia. Was the end
of the year getting to us. We didn't know, but
we were sure that this was the first time we
felt something like that. We finished our coffee and I

(01:55):
felt like maybe having a walk wasn't gonna be the
best idea. Maybe she just called it a day now
and go back to our homes while there's still light.
At that moment, my dad called me and asked me
if I could find out the price of a phone
he was thinking about buying. So a while we were
going to the store, in my mind I kept thinking, yeah,

(02:17):
I'll ask about this and then split. But now, for
some reason, and even after what we had felt, we
decided to do our long walk until dark. That was
my last chance to turn back before it all went down.
We used to walk around this boulevard that wasn't really
a dangerous area during a normal weekend. It used to

(02:38):
be filled with teenagers and young adults sitting on the
grass the visions in the middle, drinking or smoking, listening
to music too. It was a Saturday eight thirty pm,
completely empty. I like to think that this was my
last warning. As we walked past a corner, I noticed
two guys who were coming from it. As we crossed

(03:01):
the street and kept walking straight, I looked over my
shoulder and noticed they were behind us. They were probably
around our age, maybe older. Now, something like this doesn't
normally trigger my red flags, but these two did with
so little. What set me off first is that they

(03:21):
weren't talking like us. They were dead silent. Secondly, their
pace was off. They weren't trying to pass us, but
they didn't stay way behind either. They were keeping distance.
We were completely alone on that street, the four of us.
As we approached the end of the boulevard, which goes
down into a big park, I warned Nathan, Hey, those

(03:45):
two guys behind us, they might be onto something. Nathan
looked over his shoulder, then back at me. Went across
the street just to be sure. I nodded, and we
did so. We crossed the grass area in the middle
and onto the other side of the street and kept
walking forward down the street. And that's when I saw it.

(04:05):
When my heart, gut and every organ in my body
knew before my brain could process it, the guys on
the other side up their pace. One of them grabbed
something from the fanny pack he had around his chest
and went ahead of his friend, partner whatever. Before I
could react, the guy crossed the street, got in front
of us and said, boys, keep it quiet, or we'll

(04:28):
shoot both of you dead. As his partner got close
to us as well, my vision went blurry. I couldn't
see their faces anymore. All I could see is that
they were in front of us, threatening to end our
lives and seemingly armed. I froze. My entire life literally
flashed before me, My parents, my girlfriend, the dog we

(04:51):
had just rescued, and that I was happy to see
every time I got home. What was the last thing
I said to any of them? Crossed my mind, knowing
that I I only never see them again. In a panic,
I gave one of them my phone and raised my hands,
but Nathan managed to snap and run away while I
stayed there frozen with these ship heads threatening us and

(05:12):
telling him to come back. It wasn't until he yelled
run that I snapped out of it too and ran
towards him. I tripped not too far from where I started.
Shoot him, shoot him, I heard from behind me. I thought,
this is it, this is how I go. I gathered

(05:33):
my strength and got up. I kept running, expecting to
hear gunshots behind me, but it never rang. We ran
all the way back, and I was finally able to
talk again, but all I could muster up was help us,
Please help, on the top of my lungs. We ran
a few blocks until we stopped from exhaustion. Nathan had

(05:54):
lost his glasses back on the boulevard and wanted to
go back because he couldn't see without them, and getting
in a new pair is extremely expensive here. I refused.
I told him we would stay here and wait for
help or the police. But eventually he convinced me, and
we went back carefully to the place where our lives
changed forever. Lucky enough, he found them, and those two

(06:18):
assholes were long gone. I'm not claiming anything supernatural happened here,
but I feel like everything that had happened before the
horrific moment was some sort of a warning sign trying
to stop us from going there. Hell, when the dust settled,
people started showing up in the boulevard, the same kind
of people I described earlier. We came across a woman

(06:40):
who was waiting for her husband to get off work.
Upon hearing what happened, she offered us a ride to
my house and we accepted. When we got there, I
hugged my mom like I had never done so in
my life and was so thankful for being able to
do it. Needless to say, that day to me forever.

(07:01):
I know that it could have happened on any date,
at any hour and anywhere, but November fifth will never
be a normal day for me again. Nathan and I
drifted apart, not because of this, but our friendship was
never really the same afterwards, especially with me refusing to
go around these areas at night, especially if we were walking.

(07:25):
I will never ever ignore gut feeling again, and if
your gut tells you that something is off, trust me
it's off. I'm female, twenty three based in London. Sadly,
this is not my first or second encounter like this.

(07:49):
I was getting in a lift on the tube and
I immediately noticed this guy aggressively staring at me. For
some reason, he just creeped me out. He was a
lot taller than me, and he had some kind of
toolbox in his hand. I made a mental note of
it in the back of my head, just to keep
an eye out for him. So I get to the platform,

(08:11):
keep in mind he's constantly looking over my way. I
saw him walking to the train, so I made it
a point to walk to the other side of the
platform to an empty carriage. Tell me how, literally a
minute after that, this man comes into my completely empty
carriage and sits right next to me, not even a
seat between. At this point, I'm spooked, and I tell

(08:33):
myself i'd get to my station and wait a few
seconds before getting up to see if he's going to
get up too, so I know if he's planning on
following me off the tube. So the train stops, I
wait a few seconds before getting up. He's still reading
his newspaper, so I quickly get out before the door's close.
The entire time I'm looking back making sure he's not there.

(08:57):
I got to the top of the escalator and even
waited a minute looking down and still did not see him.
I thought that was the end. I waited outside for
a phone call for my friend. Suddenly I look up
to see this man walking out of the station. He's
staring at me as he comes out, and my heart
is racing. I ended up walking behind him on the

(09:19):
way to my friend when he turned around and notice
he suddenly dropped something, so he ends up being behind me. Luckily,
my friend called me back and I said very loudly,
I'm on the way and we'll be there in a minute.
Immediately he crossed the road and fucked off into the distance.
Still gives me chills. This happened not so long ago,

(09:49):
maybe three weeks. I was at a lake with my
best friend, her boyfriend, and another friend of his after
our swimming adventure. The friend needed to go home by ten,
so we left. They had their bikes and I needed
to take the bus, which usually is no problem, so

(10:10):
they took me to the bus station. We say goodbye
and her boyfriend wished me a bad way home. We're
pretty good and it's just jokes. So I sat down
and maybe two minutes after, a man approaches me. I
have my AirPods in, so I took them out because
I thought he was going to ask if I knew
when the next bus would come. I couldn't have been

(10:31):
more wrong. He asked me where I was heading. I
replied home. Then he continue asking where I lived. I
replied no. Honestly, I just said no to everything he
asked me. From that point on, he asked me if
he could drive me, insisted that I was his girlfriend,
and said I had seen him in his car. After

(10:54):
one more question, I finally said, please leave me alone.
I said there for another thirty seconds, then decided I
needed to get the hell out of there. I got up,
walked away and immediately started calling my friends. One of
my best friends answered and I told her what happened.
I mentioned maybe catching the bus at the next stop,

(11:17):
and she basically said that would be suicide, and she
was right. I wasn't thinking straight, so I kept walking
and called my mom, who came to pick me up.
While I waited, I went into my gym, which was
luckily on the same street and you only have to
enter a QR code. The guy looked Turkish or something,

(11:38):
I'm not sure, and he had red, shaky eyes. I
can't tell if I'm overreacting, because I do have mental
problems and I'm a pretty paranoid person. But this past summer,
I was in the used electronic store. I was knelt

(12:01):
down looking at keyboards when this guy came up to
me and said that he liked my style. I'm an
anxious person and don't get out much, so I didn't
really know how to talk to people or deal with creeps. Also,
it's not like I had an outfit that stood out.
I was wearing a baggy hoodie and George I say
thank you without looking at him because I was nervous,

(12:23):
so I stayed out down. Then he asked me what
school I go to. I say I'm homeschooled. Also, I
know that people are going to get on me about
telling him as much as I did, but I was
kind of frozen. Then he asked me, what great are
you in middle school? I say tenth, really quiet, and

(12:44):
then he says middle school again, because I guess he
didn't hear me. Then he said, hey, I think your
mom left. I was with my grandma and she in
fact didn't leave. At this point, my fight or flight
kicked in and I started to walk away to my grandma.
Then he said, kind of louder, I'm not being creepy.

(13:06):
I'm twenty. Then I'm with my grandma and this guy
is just kind of messing around, not really looking at
anything specific. Then I realize he's on his phone on
his earbuds, which he had on when he talked to me.
Then I realized it's older, maybe late thirties. Guy is
also on his phone on his earbuds. And this guy

(13:27):
isn't even pretending to look at anything, He's just walking
around the store. Then soon after, when I was at
the checkout line, the two guys met by the guitars
and we're talking. After we paid, I waited until they
weren't looking and quickly got out of there. I can't
tell if I'm overreacting. This happened about two years ago

(13:56):
when I was at my boyfriend's apartment. He had about
three roommates at the time. We had all previously worked
together and we were friends, though I lived in the
dorms at my college at the time. My boyfriend and
I were alone at the house. He had the day
off and I was visiting him on a free day
from school. His roommate dog starts whining, clearly wanted to

(14:19):
go outside to use the restroom. For reasons I forget.
I offered to take the dog out for a small
walk around the complex. The area around my boyfriend's apartment
wasn't the worst, but also it wasn't the best. But
I had felt safe enough to walk the dog around
by myself, especially because it was broad daylight outside and

(14:40):
the fact that I was wearing a big sweatshirt, some shorts,
hair and doune thrown up in a sad attempt at
a bun with my large glasses on. I usually never
get any attention anyway, so I didn't really expect to
begin in any with a lazy outfit I was fashioning.
As I was walking the dog to a more grassy area,

(15:01):
I walked past the dumpster where a guy was standing.
I acknowledged him but left him to his business. As
I pass him, he says, ah, look at your dog,
but breed is he and comes up to pet the
dog if he ever had a pet before. This isn't
an unusual interaction and it's very common. I put a

(15:24):
friendly smile on my face and said, oh, I think
a chihuahwah mix. It's my friend's dog. After he stopped
petting the dog, I continue my walk, only he's following me.
This had never happened to me before, so I understand
if you think my next actions were stupid. He walks
faster to come up next to me, and he's trying

(15:45):
to continue the conversation about dogs. I'm trying to be polite,
but I'm starting to get nervous. My stomach drops when
he asks where I live. I tried to stay calm
and I click. It didn't bother me. I say, oh,
I don't live here. I'm visiting my boyfriend. At this moment,

(16:06):
I turned to my boyfriend's apartment, both to insinuate how
close he was and to measure how far I had
walked so far. He says, oh, I'm here helping my
uncle move in. I bet your boyfriend wouldn't like me
talking to you. I try and nervously laugh, but I'm
realizing I need to get the hell out of the situation.

(16:27):
But I don't want to just freak out and run.
I don't know this guy. I don't know if he
has anything on him that could hurt me. I realized
that I thankfully had my phone on me. I started
walking to a patch of grass for the dogs to
walk into. The guy tells me to stay for a second,
we were in an area of the complex that is

(16:48):
next to some stairs. The grass is literally in front
of me, but I freeze like an idiot. Again. I've
never been in this situation, and apparently I had survival
skills of a peanut. He sits on the stairs and says, now,
your boyfriend can't see us. He plays it off as
a joke. He starts talking, but I can't really focus

(17:09):
on what he's saying as I'm trying to find a
way to leave the situation without getting hurt. I'm scared
if I try to pick up my phone he will
try to restrain me or hurt me in some way.
I figured I need to try to be calm and nonchalant.
I say, hey, I need to go the dog really
has to go to the bathroom, and I need to
get back to my boyfriend. He doesn't seem to fight

(17:33):
back against that request until he stands up. He says, well,
can I have a hug goodbye? Before I can respond,
he's wrapping his arms around me, pushing me against the
cement wall behind me. He is forcibly putting his crotch
up against me, and like the idiot I am, I
tense and freeze. I'm so terrified as I realized how

(17:55):
bad this situation truly is. If I didn't try to
get away now, something terrible was going to happen to me.
I tried to sound more stern, but it comes out
in a pathetic I really need to go see my boyfriend. Thankfully,
by the grace of God, he lets go and backs away.
All he says is I'm sorry and waves goodbye before

(18:19):
walking off. I'll walk into the grassy area that I
originally tended to go to shaking. At this point, I
could see the area of the complex where my boyfriend is,
but not his exact apartment. I get my phone out,
call my boyfriend and begin heading back to the house,
looking around behind me with every step. I tell my

(18:41):
boyfriend to get out here now that something has happened
and that I was scared. He asked what happened, but
I was afraid of the guy again. I was worried
that he had some type of weapon on him. If
I told my boyfriend what happened, he would immediately come
out and try to beat the guy's ass, and I
was terrified my boyfriend would get hurt. The guy was

(19:03):
around my height five six and my boyfriend stands a
good six to two and is built, and he could
have beat in the guy's ass. But again, this guy
seemed fucking crazy. I didn't want to risk this guy
having some type of weapony he could pull out. My
boyfriend runs outside to me. He walks with me and
lets the dog do its business, and we head inside.

(19:27):
The whole time, I'm looking around like a maniac, terrified
that the guy would pop out of nowhere. We get
back inside of the house and I finally tell my
boyfriend the situation. Just like I predicted, he gets up
to go out and beat the guy's ass. I beg
him not to because I'm terrified of him getting hurt.
He finally settles down and comforts me. After that, I

(19:51):
saw the guy one more time. Weeks later. My boyfriend
and I were running to my car to run an
errand when his truck drives past. There in the passenger seat,
the guy is looking out his window staring at me.
He smiles and waves before the truck pulls off. They
really gave me the creeps. I felt sick. I never

(20:13):
saw them again, but I still look over my shoulder
anywhere I go. Even if you think it's safe to
walk around. There's widows out there. It doesn't matter what
you wear or the time of day, they may still
come after you. I never walked around the complex alone
after that. I made terrible decisions in this situation that

(20:36):
could have gotten me really hurt because I was young
and naive. Despite this, it's been a couple of years
and I've learned from this experience. I won't put myself
in the same position again. And to the guy that
followed me, terrified me and was an overall creep, let's
not meet again. I never thought I'd be the kind

(21:04):
of person who would have a stalker. When you hear
that word, you imagine celebrities, influencers, or people who post
too much of themselves online. I'm none of those things.
I'm a normal guy in his early thirties who works,
goes home, and has a routine so predictable my coworkers
make fun of me for it. This happened in November,

(21:28):
right after daylight savings time. You wouldn't think one extra
hour of darkness would matter that much, but it does.
The mixed stores feel emptier, streets feel quieter, and the
parking lots feel like a place you shouldn't linger. That's
where I first saw her, in the grocery store, on
one of the random week nights I always shop on.

(21:50):
It started in the frozen aisle. I was grabbing a
bag of frozen vegetables, standing there with a door open
way too long because I couldn't decide between broccoli or
the mixed bag with those little weird corn pieces. I
heard footsteps coming down the aisle. I didn't think anything
of it until they stopped directly behind me. Excuse me,

(22:11):
a woman said. Her voice was soft, almost polite, but
something about it immediately fell off. I stepped aside, assuming
she wanted something from the freezer, but she didn't grab anything,
just stood there looking at me. She was maybe mid forties,
with shoulder length, straight blonde hair and eyes that didn't

(22:33):
blink enough. No cart, no basket, nothing in her hands,
just watching. I gave a polite smile, one of those
reflexes you give to strangers, and went to walk away.
That's when she spoke again, you dropped something. I looked down, confused,
nothing on the floor. My keys were still in my pocket,

(22:54):
phone in my hand, I don't think so. She tilted
her head almost like she was studying me. You did,
you dropped your smile. I left awkwardly, because what else
would you do with a comment like that. I assumed
she was just socially strange, or it was trying to
be funny in a weird way. I brushed it off,

(23:16):
walked away and didn't look back. But then she was
in the next aisle, and the next one, and the next.
I turned a corner, and there she would be, always
a few feet away, pretending to read labels or just
standing completely still. I tried to convince myself that it
was just a coincidence. People shopping patterns, you end up

(23:39):
in the same aisle with the same people throughout your trip.
But she still had no basket, no items, nothing. When
I sped up, she sped up. When I slowed down,
she did too. At one point, I tested it by
doubling back through the cleaning supply aisle. Sure enough, she

(23:59):
appeared at the other end. That's when the hair on
the back of my neck started rising. I texted my friend,
half joking, half serious, something along the lines of, there's
a woman following me in the store. If I go missing,
check the cameras. He sent back, and laughing emoji. I

(24:19):
didn't blame him. It sounded dramatic. But then I made
my way to self check out. As I scanned my stuff,
I saw that about twenty feet behind me, staring directly
at me, not even pretending to shop anymore. I left fast,
didn't even bag half my groceries properly, just wanted out.

(24:41):
I thought that would be the end of it. I
was wrong. When I got outside, the parking lot was
mostly empty, a few cars scattered around. I walked towards
my car, trying not to look behind me. I tossed
my bags in, got in, locked the doors instantly. I
sat there for a moment, scrolling my phone, just trying

(25:02):
to calm down. That's when I saw movement in my mirror.
She had came out of the store with nothing in
her hands, not a single item. She didn't look around,
didn't hesitate, she started walking straight towards my car. My
stomach dropped. I shoved my keys into the ignition and

(25:22):
backed out fast, leaving so quickly that I nearly clipped
the cart return. As I pulled onto the street, I
checked the review mirror. She was getting into a dark
gray sedan, and that second I drove off, her headlights
flicked on. The drive home felt like the longest ten
minutes of my life. At first, I was just trying

(25:44):
to tell myself that she was just going in the
same direction. It happens by every turn I made left right,
random residential streets she followed. My heart was pounding so
hard it felt like I had just got done running.
I cut through a neighborhood I never used, took the

(26:04):
back roads, then looped around twice. She stayed behind me
the entire time, no attempts to pass, no hesitation, just
trailing me. My hands were sweating on the wheel. I
actually considered driving straight to the police station, but in
some twisted part of my brain that felt paranoid, I

(26:25):
figured maybe I was just imagining things that she'd turn
any second. She didn't, and then I made the final
turn onto my street. The moment she followed me there too,
all doubt evaporated. No one accidentally follows you into a
dead end suburban street. At ten forty five p m.

(26:46):
I pulled into my driveway, turned off my car, and
bolted to the front door. I didn't even grab my bags.
I just ran inside and locked every lock, hands shaking
so hard I missed the dead bolt twice. I peeked
through the blinds. HER's the DAN pulled in and parked
directly behind my car in my driveway. She got out

(27:06):
looked like she had all the time in the world.
I froze watching her through the crack of my blinds.
She walked up to my car, first looked inside, like
she expected me to still be there. Then she looked
up at my house, right out the window I was
peeking from. I ducked heart in my throat, praying that
she hadn't seen me. Then she walked up the driveway

(27:30):
until she was standing maybe six feet from my door.
She didn't knock, she didn't call out. She just stood there,
staring at my house motionless. Minutes passed, then more minutes,
then more. I tried recording her through the blinds, but
my hands were shaking too much. Didn't really get a
clear shot. I finally whispered to myself, I need to

(27:54):
call the police. I've never dialed, not one one in
my life. Voice was shaky. I explained the situation, trying
not to sound insane. They told me to stay inside,
keep the doors locked, and that officers were on their way.
While I waited. I kept watching her, and she never
once moved, not an inch, just stood there staring at

(28:18):
my front door, like she was waiting for me to
come out. The police finally arrived. Two cruisers pulled up,
lights off, but a spotlight on. The officer stepped out
and approached her. She just turned to him slowly, like
she was annoyed about being interrupted. They talked to her

(28:38):
for a few minutes before escorting her back to her car. Eventually,
one of the officers came to my door and asked
me a bunch of questions. Had I ever met her?
Did I interact with her before tonight? Did she say
anything threatening? I told him everything, every stupid detail. He
sighed and said something that I'll never forget. She said,

(29:01):
she followed you because she seemed lonely and she thought
you needed company. They ran her info. She didn't have
any warrants, wasn't drunk, wasn't on drugs. Nothing they could
really arrest her for. But they did give her a
trespass warning and told her that if she ever came back,
she would be charged. She drove off with this blank

(29:23):
a suddenly smile on her face. The officer told me
to call again immediately if she returned, I didn't sleep
well that night, or the next, or the one after that.
For four weeks, I kept checking the street every time
I heard a car engine outside. I changed my routine,
started checking over my shoulder everywhere I went. I stopped

(29:45):
shopping at that grocery store entirely. A few times I
swear I saw a grace of Dan drive past my house,
but I could never be sure. Could have been paranoia,
could have been her