Perplexity: A Mystery Podcast Presents: A Halloween Extravaganza

To ring in 150 EPISODES, Kaydra from Perplexity a Mystery Podcast invited some friends to the show to read some of their favorite spooky stories from the internet. Happy Halloween!

This episode was produced and edited by Kaydra Brannan, the host of Perplexity: A Mystery Podcast. https://www.perplexitymysterypodcast.com/

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Story: https://www.reddit.com/r/ParanormalEncounters/s/pSiiHaLfSw

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Live, Laugh, Larceny https://www.livelaughlarceny.com/
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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:08):
You were listening to Perplexity.

Speaker 2 (00:16):
Hello everybody, Happy October. Welcome to an episode of Perplexity,
a mystery podcast. As always, I'm your host, kdra and
this is a very very special episode. We are ringing
in one hundred and fifty episodes, which is just insane
to think about. I started this show in December twenty

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twenty two, and this is a huge collaborative episode. I
picked these podcasts to be in this collab. While there
are many more that I could have included, I picked
these people because they have helped the show grow in
many ways. They've also become friends to the show, so
I'm really really excited to have every body and this

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collaborative episode. Everybody will be reading a Creepy Story from
the Internet, which is a series that I've been doing
on Patreon for a while and I just thought it
would be perfect for Halloween. But I wanted to include
my my podcast friends, so I hope you all enjoy
it and be sure to check out everybody's links in
the show notes. These are people that you are probably

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familiar with because I've collaborated with them before, but maybe not,
and I know I have not done a collab with
let's get haunted before and they are amazing. So I'm
really excited that you get to listen to this, and
I hope you find a new podcast to listen to
through this Happy Halloween, and everybody stay safe this week.
I hope you enjoy. So the story I'm going to

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be reading is from the Glitch and the Matrix subreddit
and it is from Reddit user one dash two underscore
thirty four. This story is tied My wife and I
saw our five year old daughter but older. This happened
a few months ago in early January. My wife and
I were in the kitchen prepping lunch and chatting. Our

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five year old daughter was in the living room watching TV.
No one else was in the house. We live in
a two bedroom apartment and the layout of the house
allows us to see a bit of the corridor and
hallway outside the kitchen door. My wife was cutting up
food and I was sitting behind her as we talked.
She started to turn around to face me, but stopped midway,

(02:37):
staring at the kitchen door. She froze up completely, and
I remember asking what is it? She let out a
loud gasp, and then I instinctively looked towards the door
as well. I saw a brief glimpse of what seemed
to be a person turning the corner toward the living room.

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It happened very fast, but I was sure I saw someone.
I panicked. My immediate thought was, holy fuck, someone broke
in my daughter's alone in the living room. The only
thing I thought of doing was grabbing a knife, and
I yelled at my wife to call the police. I

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rushed into the corridor and into the living room, but
in the living room there was nothing. My kid was
just sitting on the couch watching Bluie. She looked at
me and asked, what's up with a confused expression, mind you,
I had a knife in my hand and probably looked crazy.

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I tried to play it off and asked if she
saw anyone come in the room. She hadn't and was
clueless about what I was talking about. I searched the
living room and the rest of the house. No sign
of a break in. Windows closed, and we live on
the third floor. If someone had tried to escape that way,

(04:06):
they would have fallen really bad. I checked everywhere wardrobes,
behind curtains, the front door, nothing, no signs of entry,
and the front door was totally closed. We did not
hear anyone come in or anything of the sort. So

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this all happened within maybe ten minutes. I went back
to the kitchen where my wife was crying. She had
frozen up. She didn't call the cops. I calmed her down,
but she had gotten scared so badly she couldn't even
speak properly. When she calmed down, she explained to me

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what she saw. I personally only caught a very quick
glimpse of the thing turning around the corner. However, my
wife says that she got a good look at it.
Says she saw what looked like a tall woman dressed
in a floral dress and high heels, walking around the corridor.

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Neither of us heard any sound, though, she said. The
woman stopped when she understood she was seen. She looked
at my wife and the eyes, and my wife swears
the figure looked just like our daughter, but older. This
happened in the space of seconds. When she first froze
up in shock. When my wife gasped, the woman hurried

(05:32):
and turned the corner into the living room. I only
saw this last part. If I hadn't caught a glimpse
of it. I would ask my wife to go into
therapy or something, but I know something was there. We
never figured out what we saw, but it was definitely
the strangest moment of my life, and I know it happened.

Speaker 3 (05:59):
I saw Windy go and I wish I hadn't.

Speaker 4 (06:03):
I need to write this down before I convinced myself
it didn't happen. This happened in December last year. I
was visiting my uncle in northern Minnesota, near the Canadian border.
He's the kind of guy who prefers solitude, lives in
a cabin deep in the woods, no close neighbors, just
the trees and whatever lives in them. I never minded visiting.

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I like the quiet, but after that night, I don't
think I'll ever go back. It was the coldest night
of the year, at least negative thirty degrees fahrenheit. My
uncle had gone into town for supplies, so I was alone.
The cabin was warm, the fire crackling, and I was
scrolling on my phone when I heard it. Something moving outside.

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Not footsteps, more like a dragging sound, slow, deliberate. At first,
I thought it was the wind, but then came the knock,
not at the door, at the window. Three slow, deliberate taps.
I froze. My uncle's nearest neighbor was miles away, and

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no sane person would be out in that cold. The
knocking came again. I reached for my flashlight and shined
it through the window. I wish I hadn't. There was
something standing just beyond the tree line. It was tall,
at least seven or eight feet, but emaciated, with long

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bony limbs. Its skin looked frostpiten, almost blackened, and its
eyes were glowing, not reflecting light, glowing on their own,
like embers buried in a dying fire. I should have
looked away, I should have closed the curtains, but I
was frozen, staring, unable to breathe. And then it smiled.

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Its teeth were too many, too sharp, stretching across its face.
It opened its mouth wider than any human should, and
then it spoke, left me in The.

Speaker 3 (08:16):
Voice didn't match the body, like a recording playing at
the wrong speed, too deep, too garbled. I ran. I
grabbed my uncle's rifle. I locked the door and backed
into the farthest corner of the room. The knocking stopped,
but I could hear it scraping against the walls outside, slow, patient,
like it had all the time of the world. I

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sat there for what felt like hours, rifle shaking in
my hands, until my uncle finally came back. The second
headlights swept across the trees, the noise stopped. He found
me pale, sweating, gripping the gun like my life depended
on it. I told him everything. He didn't say a word,
He just nodded and checked around the cabin. When he

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came back, he looked settled. There are no tracks in
the snow, he said, nothing. That was impossible. I heard it.
I saw it, but there was nothing outside, no footprints,
no marks on the walls, just the untouched snow and
the silent, watching trees. I left the next morning and
I haven't been back since. My uncle still lives there,

(09:20):
but he told me something before I left. He said, quote,
if you ever hear it, he said, don't look, and
whatever you do, never let it in. I haven't told
anyone else until now, but I know what I saw,
and I know it's still out there.

Speaker 5 (09:36):
Hey guys, I'm Nat, I'm Ali, and we are from
the podcast. Let's get haunted here to do just that.

Speaker 6 (09:54):
The following is a scary story posted to our slash
backwoods Creepy on Reddit six years ago by a now
deleted user title my first time backpacking. These events occurred
two summers ago in the Grand Teton area. My boyfriend
at the time now husband, let's call him H was

(10:17):
an avid outdoorsman and also served in the military. I
was an ecology major and wanted to spend more time outdoors,
so he decided to take me on my first backpack,
just the two of us. For those who aren't familiar,
the Grand Tetons are well known for their wildlife, specifically
grizzly bears. First incident, my boyfriend looked like Indiana Jones,

(10:43):
machete hanging from his belt, large knives attached to each
side of his pack, bear spray strapped to his waist.
You get the picture. The beginning of our twenty five
mile journey was all uphill. When in bear country, you're
supposed to make noise to not startle the wildlife by accidentally,
so sneaking up on it. As you can imagine, going
up a steep hill while carrying a forty pound pack

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makes it difficult to make conversation. We were about an
hour in and almost at the top of the ascent,
I noticed that the woods had gone completely silent, save
for the rushing stream that was to our left of
the trail. Silent woods are never a good sign. This
usually indicates predators are nearby. At this point, I was

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in front of my boyfriend and we were about to
crest the hill. For the past twenty minutes, we had
not said a word to each other, having been too
tired to speak. We noticed the silence at the same
time and gave each other knowing glances. I came up
over the top of the hill and immediately froze. Sitting
not ten feet in front of me in the middle

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of the trail was a grizzly bear. My husband wasn't
aware yet, as he was behind me, so I did
the first thing I could think of. While still in
my fro stance, I managed to take my arm and
started flinging it wildly behind me, trying to get H's attention.
I was too terrified to speak. The bear went from

(12:11):
sitting to all fours, not looking away from us once.
H quickly swung me around so that I was behind him,
and he just started yelling. Being in the military, he
knows how to yell. The grizzly wasn't quite phazed as
it started to walk slowly toward us. At this point,
I was on the verge of passing out from terror.

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This bear was about five feet in front of us
when we heard a loud crack coming from the woods
to our right. The bear heard it too, and he
bolted toward the stream. A second crack boomed again, this
time much closer than before. H said, it's probably just
some falling branches, but we both knew that wasn't the case.

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At this point, we were walking quickly up the trail
in an attempt to create some distance from the grizzly
and those strange noises. I felt the hairs on the
back of my neck stand straight up, and at that
same moment H stopped moving in front of me. He
turned around to look at me, and I turned to
look behind me. To this day, we are not sure

(13:17):
what we saw. Back where we were standing was a
large black and brown mass. It looked to be about
three times bigger than the already large grizzly that we
had seen just a few moments before. Its back was
facing us, and then it stood on its back legs.
It looked similar to a bear, but something about the

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shape was just off. At this point, it was probably
stupid to run away, but that is exactly what we did.
We were aware of heavy footsteps trailing behind us, but
neither of us looked back. Eventually the footsteps faded. At
this point, I was a mess. H was doing his

(13:59):
best to console me.

Speaker 5 (14:00):
Honey, this is extremely unusual. The bears usually stay away
from humans. We're gonna be okay. I'm sure that won't
happen again.

Speaker 6 (14:08):
That was enough to convince me to continue on the backpack.
Not another hour later, though, we reached a clearing where
we decided to take a rest and eat a snack.
About a minute after we had sat down, I noticed
bushes moving in a line toward the clearing, toward us.
Out of the brush comes this adolescent grizzly who looks

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just as spooked as I'm sure we did, but he
came straight for us. H being the crazy nut that
he is, decided to charge back at the bear while
screaming bear spray at the ready. That did the trick,
and the bear ran off. All I could think was
just my luck. But that wasn't even close to what
happened the second night. Second night, before we began our backpack,

(14:53):
we had to let the ranger station know which trails
slash route we plan to take. With this information, the
I usually send a ranger on horseback at some point
during the backpack to check on you to make sure
everything's okay. There were not many approved trails left for
us to choose from, and it was just our luck
that they were the most difficult. Apparently, over the three

(15:14):
days we were on those trails we had been the
soul hikers. We didn't see a single other person once
we were en route. Anyhow, I guess we missed the
ranger who came to check on us. We had been
following hoof prints the entire second day and we hadn't
seen anyone the day before. I had some foot problems,
so we spent valuable daylight trying to adjust my boots,

(15:36):
slash laces, slash socks to compensate for the pain. When
we started on the trail again, we had maybe an
hour or two of daylight left, and in the woods
it gets dark fast. I was exhausted. It was now
dark out and H was the only one with a
working headlamp. As mine wouldn't even turn on for some reason.

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We needed to find somewhere to set up camp as
we still needed to eat. It was freezing, The wind
was blowing, and it was creating a howling sound as
it rushed through the trees, which made it difficult to hear,
h or discern any other sounds coming from the woods.
After another hour of hiking through the dark, we finally

(16:19):
found a clearing well. It was more like a bowl.
It looked to be two hundred meters in diameter, with
the sides being ten meters down from the trail to
the bottom of the clearing. This place was strange. We
both felt it, though he didn't tell me how freaked
out he was until after we had left. There was
no moonlight, so all we had was the illumination from

(16:41):
his headlamp and the flashlight that I fished from my pocket.
Half of the trees were dead slush fallen just in
the bowl. The vegetation everywhere else was very dense. To
help alleviate my anxiousness, he started playing Ninjas Sex Party
out of his portable speaker. This didn't help much, as
it just echoed off the tree's creating a dissonance. Of sounds.

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He also thought that it would ward off any predators nearby.
This is when we knew our anxiousness wasn't just paranoia.
The silence was back. There hadn't been a single bird
chirp since we arrived at the clearing. It also may
have had to do with the obnoxious music, but because
of our previous experience, we decided to turn off the

(17:22):
music and head into the tent. It was freezing. As
soon as we were situated in our sleeping bags, we
heard deep cracks and thuds echoing from beyond the tree line,
falling trees. We wondered there had been a lot of
wildfires and very little rain this season. Budda, we both froze.

(17:43):
That sound wasn't an echo. It came from inside the clearing.
Definitely not a fallen tree, Goud, It came from right
outside the tent. Now we both stopped breathing. H's hand
found mine and we clung to each other, paralyzed. Something
dragged across the outside of our tent, making an indent

(18:04):
as it went along. It was thin, almost like a finger.
What is it, I whispered, shaking, I.

Speaker 5 (18:14):
Don't know, shouldn't be a person we're the only ones
on the side of the mountain.

Speaker 6 (18:20):
I was trying my hardest to stifle sobs, trying to
listen to what was outside. I could hear steps, but
couldn't decipher what it was. Then the steps stopped, and
then the whole side of the tent was slowly pushed
in words. At this point, whatever was outside our tent

(18:40):
knew that we were inside, so I shone my flashlight
at the side of the tent. What I saw made
my blood run cold. It was the shape of a
human face pressed into the tent wall. I could make
out the nose and an open mouth. Each time they breathed,

(19:04):
it made the tent around their mouth billow in and out.
H said fuck that and pulled a glock from his
sleeping bag. He cocked it and the sound shattered the silence. Suddenly,
the face pulled back, and we heard fast footsteps heading
towards the edge of the clearing. We didn't leave the

(19:24):
tent till the sun was shining the next morning. The
first thing we noticed was the smell of urine. We
came out of the tent and looked around. Whoever it
was had peed on our coals. We had left in
the fire, leaving a disgusting stench of evaporated pea. Footprints
surrounded our tent, circling around multiple times, and muddy handprints

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decorated the outside of the tent. We think it was
mud anyway. The takeaway wildlife is not the most dangerous
thing in the back country.

Speaker 1 (20:08):
I can't leave my bathroom. About thirty minutes ago, I
got out of the shower and I dried off, put
on my pjs, open the door to walk out, only
to find myself back in my bathroom, staring at the
closed door. I stopped and tried to rationalize what just
happened to me. I convinced myself that I had simply
imagined that I'd opened the door and stepped out. So

(20:29):
I tried again. I pushed the door handle down, opened it,
stepped out, and yet again I find myself in my bathroom,
standing in front of a closed door. This has happened
every single time I have tried to leave. I keep
my phone in the bathroom with me when I'm showering.
I live alone, so I keep it with me just
in case, you know, for safety. The first thing I

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did was call my parents. My dad didn't pick up
but my mom did. I tried to explain the situation
to her, but she couldn't seem to understand and how
I was trapped in my own bathroom if I could
open the door. She seemed convinced that I must mean
that my bathroom door's lock was broken and that I
was trapped inside. Regardless, she said that she would be
over asap. She only lives like fifteen minutes away, so

(21:16):
she should be here any minute. I'm sat leaning against
my bathtub looking out the open bathroom door into my landing.
I opened it this time, but I didn't even try
to step out. Everything looks normal. My bedroom door is
closed just as I left it. The airing cupboard door
as well, the stairs leading down the hallway, and the
front door. They're all normal. The door shut. I don't

(21:40):
have any recollection of how it shut when it shut,
only that it must have happened in the last few
seconds after I wrote that last paragraph. I've just reread
and reread that paragraph. It's proof that I'm not going crazy.
I'm not imagining this. My mom just texts me to
ask if I'm in the house. I said, yes, of
course I am. I'm trapped in the bathroom. That's the

(22:01):
whole reason that I called you here, and this is
what she sent.

Speaker 7 (22:05):
Why aren't you saying anything?

Speaker 1 (22:07):
What do you mean?

Speaker 7 (22:08):
Are you even in there?

Speaker 1 (22:10):
Yes, I'm in here.

Speaker 8 (22:11):
Are you here?

Speaker 1 (22:12):
I'm outside the bathroom door.

Speaker 8 (22:14):
I've been calling your name.

Speaker 1 (22:16):
I don't understand. I can't hear anything through the door.
I'm gonna open it, Okay. I can see my landing,
my stairs, my front door, but no, Mom. I try
to walk out, but it's fruitless. Back staring at the
closed bathroom door again. My mom said she tried the
handle of the door from her side, but it won't open.

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She brought tools to unscrew the lock. She says she's
doing it now, but I can't hear anything and I
can't see the handle moving. Okay, Mom texted me. She
said the lock is taken out, but the door still
won't open. Not on her side. She looked through the
circular hole on the door where the lock was and
just saw an empty bathroom. There's no hole on my

(22:58):
side of the door, the handle, the lock, they're all intact.
I have no idea what's happening or how I can
get out. After much convincing my mom, the fact that
I actually am here. She said that she's calling someone
to possibly knock the door down. I'm worried that once
they do that, they'll find an empty bathroom and I'm
still in here. I'm trapped in my bathroom. There's no

(23:21):
plug sockets in here, never mind my phone charger, and
my phone will die at some point. I'm already on
twenty four percent. When it runs out, I might lose
my only point of contact with the rest of the world.

Speaker 8 (23:32):
I don't know what to do.

Speaker 1 (23:34):
Mom's left now to go get help, and I'm just
sat here wondering what I can do. I tried to
break down the door myself. I knew it wouldn't work,
but I had to try. I remember reading once on
Reddit that you shouldn't use your shoulder. You should try
to kick it down, you know, by the lock, because
that's a weak point. It didn't work. I'm not sure
any part of this door has a weak point at
this point. The window is small, and I'm not sure

(23:56):
if i'd even be able to actually fit through it.
Scratch that the window won't open either. There are locks
on the windows in my house. You can lock them
with a little key, but I never received any when
I moved in, so I've never been able to lock them.
This is now locked, though it's got one of those
white plastic cheap blinds covering it. I ended up just

(24:17):
ripping that down. It's pulled some plaster down with it.
But now I can get at the window better. It's
straight above the toilet, so I'm kneeling on top of
the toilet lid, yanking at the window handle and it
won't budge. Wait, it opened. I didn't notice how dark
it was outside. It shouldn't be dark right now, it's midday.

(24:38):
I look around desperately trying to see anyone, and no
one is around, and everything looks kind of muted. I
can't really describe it, nor can I describe this deep
seated feeling of dread and wrongness as I look out
on my own neighborhood. My instincts are telling me not to,
but I stick my head out the window and I
look down to where I could possibly drop. My windows closed. Wait,

(25:03):
I never felt myself moved, but my windows closed. Even
the fucking plastic blind is back in place. I'm sat
on the floor now as far away from the window
and the door as I can get I feel sick.
Mom came back along with her work friend. He helped
her unscrew the hinges and remove the door. And I'm
not in there. They can't see me. My mom sent

(25:26):
a photo of her inside the bathroom know me. She
thinks this is all just a big joke and is
refusing to reply to my text or answer my calls.
I'm on fourteen percent battery. I don't know if I
will ever get to leave. This might be my only
chance to say goodbye to my mom, but she won't
answer her phone.

Speaker 7 (25:46):
At it.

Speaker 1 (25:47):
I've ripped down the shower curtain and yet I'm staring
at it right now, hung up hanging over the side
of my bath I looked out the window again. I
think I hear rumbling, low quiet rumbling. I haven't opened
window sense. My phone's on one percent. If I get out,
I'll update this post. If no edit comes, assume I'm

(26:09):
still here.

Speaker 9 (26:15):
Welcome to the Live Leaf larceny portion of the Spooky
Stories Extravaganza.

Speaker 10 (26:22):
This is Trevin and I am Amanda, and we are
a true petty crime podcast and we are so excited
to be a part of the Spooky Halloween episode.

Speaker 9 (26:34):
Yeah, we're usually the ones making dumb crimes and tiny
things sound like they're really serious, so we don't actually
get a chance to read things that might be super serious.

Speaker 10 (26:43):
Yes, and this story does sound pretty scary, and I
think it's going to pair really nicely with your music
and sound effects today, Trevin.

Speaker 9 (26:52):
Why don't we just jump on into this then? Okay,
because I've got a Reddit story called I heard a
creepy voice whisper help while walking alone in the woods
at night.

Speaker 10 (27:02):
I think we're all gonna need help after this one.

Speaker 9 (27:05):
This is a Reddit story that was sent in It
looks like four years ago from a redditor with the
profile name monster Chic sixteen.

Speaker 8 (27:12):
Oh.

Speaker 10 (27:13):
I was hoping there was gonna be Monster Chicic sixty nine.
But I'll take it.

Speaker 9 (27:16):
Yeah, we'll take sixteen.

Speaker 7 (27:18):
Yeah, Okay, here we go.

Speaker 9 (27:21):
This was about four or five ish years ago. Back then,
I lived with my mother in a shed on a
farm surrounded by woodland. Our farmland was part of a
larger piece of farmland that was split up and sold off,
So we did have neighbors, but they were roughly half
a kilometer away each. We love that because of the privacy.
It wasn't like there was nobody nearby I couldn't go
to if I needed help. That thought is what I

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had fearlessly walking alone at night between hours of seven
and eight pm, sometimes fluctuating from earlier to later depending
on the day. Sometimes I even went out and I
walk at two am in the morning because I was
restless and couldn't sleep. Looking back, this was incredibly stupid,
and after this incident, I never walked after six pm ever,
again always making sure there was at least some sunlight

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left when I set out.

Speaker 7 (28:04):
The first part was.

Speaker 9 (28:05):
Out in the open in front of all the other farms,
including my own. If anything had happened, at least one
person would have noticed, and reception was pretty good, so
I would have also been able to call someone. The
second half, on the other hand, was concealed by about
two hundred meters of woods between the farms and the
back road, stretching the full two kilometers at the back
of the farm, and it was during that part of
the walk when I had this creepy encounter. It was

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late at night, I can't remember what time exactly, but
it was pitch black with the exception of my torch light.
I was about to approach the turn and the loop
that would bring me out to the open again. When
I heard it, it was the monotone voice that repeatedly
asked for help. It didn't seem panicked in the least.
I took my headphones out and turned my music off

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to make sure I was hearing correctly, but it didn't stop.

Speaker 10 (28:56):
I think I'd just peed.

Speaker 9 (28:58):
A very stupid part of me almost responded, because for
some reason, my first instinct was, oh, no, someone's in trouble,
like a naive kid, even though I would have been
like sixteen or seventeen at the time. Of course, then
my brain kicked in and realized that approaching that voice
was just about the stupidest thing I could do, so
I started quietly backing away. Unfortunately, my cat had followed

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me on the walk and wasn't backing away with me. No,
she was walking towards the voice, softly hissing. I remember
desperately trying to get her to come back towards me
without alerting the voice to my presence, just in case
they hadn't noticed me yet. But I was getting scared
and didn't want to stay there a moment. More so,
I ran towards and grabbed her, then turned around and
bolted back towards my house. I didn't know if it

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was stupid in me to turn my back to the voice,
as I was making so much noise while running that
there was no way they didn't know I was there,
and I had no way of knowing if they were
giving chase. I was so fucking terrified the whole time.
The image of someone cloaked in shadows chasing me entered
my mind, and even though I couldn't hear anyone behind me,
I never once slowed down until I was back safe
and sound within my house. It doesn't end there, though,

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Despite how terrifying it was, there was still a part
of me that was concerned about whoever it was, because
but if they really.

Speaker 7 (30:07):
Had needed help?

Speaker 9 (30:09):
So I asked my mother to drive us to the location,
another very stupid decision considering what we found that being nothing.
We called out and called out, but nobody answered. We
didn't get out of our car, though luckily neither of
us were that stupid. We drove home having seen nothing
and no one, but it still bothered me in the morning,
so I had my mother drive us over again. When
we searched the immediate area, nothing no indication that anyone

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had been there. There was no body, which admittedly was
a drastic thing to search for, but I know shock
can leave you eerily calm, which could have explained the
monotone voice and the lack of response afterwards made me
fear that we would have been too late and we'd
find a body in the morning. I don't know if
I would have preferred this outcome. At least then I
would have had a face to the voice. But no,
we found absolutely nothing. To this day, I have no

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idea who the voice belonged to and why they were
monotonously calling out for help. My mind has naturally come
to some chilling conclusion and theories that leaves me unable
to sleep. Rapist, kidnapper, serial killer, all the classic Corr stories.
But I guess I'll never really know for sure. Honestly,

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I think the scariest thing was the grammar of that writing.

Speaker 11 (31:16):
Am I right?

Speaker 10 (31:19):
Hopefully the author is not listening to this current lab Wow,
that actually would be really scary. Yes, in my mind
I was wondering, Okay, maybe did they not actually hear
this and it was just something else? But if your
cat is hissing, then yeah, cats know when there's evil around.

Speaker 9 (31:37):
Oh yeah, I trust the pets granted, and I think
everybody can agree with me. We have caught our animals
many a time seeing things that aren't there, So I
don't know why we feel like we can trust them
as a gauge in these situations.

Speaker 10 (31:51):
Or werely Trevin maybe it was a ghost.

Speaker 9 (31:55):
Jamily and I have a thing with our Tordy Harvey
that we say she has a case of the demons.
Certain she just looks us with those big eyes and
we're like, oh, she's got a case of the demons.

Speaker 7 (32:03):
And then she just oo.

Speaker 2 (32:05):
That is really scary though.

Speaker 10 (32:06):
That was a good story, perfect for spooky Halloween times.

Speaker 9 (32:10):
Yes, I can't wait to hear what the rest of
everybody before and after us have to add to this.
And it's really cool to be a part of this
whole thing. We love spooky stories, we love spooky season.
Cadra got to be on the one that I put
on for our show, and I'm so glad to get
to be on hers. Thank you Kja with Perplexity for
putting this together, and make sure you're giving her a follow,

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especially because she put this whole thing together.

Speaker 10 (32:32):
Yes, and if you'd like to hear more petty crimes.
Go ahead and listen live Left Larsity wherever you're listening now,
And Happy Halloween.

Speaker 9 (32:44):
Ooh yes, get spooky y'all.

Speaker 12 (32:50):
One evening, when I was in my junior year of
high school, my mom and dad went out, leaving me
home alone. I had a lot of homework to do,
so I spent the whole evening sitting at my desk
in my bedroom. My parents left the house around six pm.
While I was doing my homework, I put on my
headphones and I listened to loud music. There was a

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big storm that night, and my desk was facing the window,
so I could see the rain and lightning outside. My
parents got back around eleven pm. When I saw their
car drive up, I took off the headphones. As soon
as my mom opened the front door and came inside,
I heard her shout my name. What on earth happened

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in here? She demanded in an angry voice. Confused, I
ran downstairs. My mom was standing in the hallway with
a furious look on her face. She pointed at the
floor and yelled, was this you? I looked down and
saw that the carpet was covered in muddy footprints. I
have no idea how those got there. I spent the

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whole night at my desk doing my homework. I walked
The look on her face changed from anger to confusion,
and then to fear. We both realized it at the
same time. Someone else must have been in the house.
We followed the trail of footprints, trying to make sense

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of the whole situation. They started at the back door,
which we usually left unlocked. Then we noticed something else.
The footsteps started at the back door, but there was
no trail of footprints leaving through the back door. All
of a sudden, we hear something, a loud, pounding noise

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that echoed throughout the house. Then the sound of the
front door being wrenched open and slammed shut again. Wham.
We all ran into the garage and locked the door
behind us. My mom took out her cellphone and called
the police, Please come quickly, She shouted, someone's in our house.

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After what se seemed like hours, a patrol car arrived
with two police officers, a male and a female. One
officer stayed with us in the garage while his partner
went through the house, searching it room by room. When
she came back, the female officer told us that there
was no one in the house and it was safe

(35:20):
to go back in. As we were all breathing a
sigh of relief, she asked, whose bedroom is upstairs on
the left. My parents looked at me. It's mine, I
told the officer. She asked us to follow her. As
we walked through the house, we could see the trail
of muddy footprints leading from the back door through the

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living room, through the hallway, up the stairs into my
parents' bedroom, and then towards my room. They stopped at
my doorway. The female officer pointed at my door, which
had been opened the whole night. Scrawled on it in
black marker was the following at eight forty seven, I

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see you at eight fifty three, you forgot to lock
the back door. At eight fifty nine, you seem focused
at nine twenty four. Turn around at nine forty seven.
Look at me at ten point fifteen, Look at me

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at ten thirty seven, look at me ten forty nine.
Look at me. For more than two hours, someone had
been standing in my doorway watching me. To this day,
I still shudder to think what would have happened if
I had turned around.

Speaker 13 (36:52):
Hi, I'm Shelby Novac from the show Scare You to
Sleep and also the Bloody Disgusting podcast. And I'm going
to read to you a story from the subreddit glitch
in the Matrix by user liquid Gold eighty three. So
this actually happened last week, it just took me some

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time to come to terms with it. I got a
phone call from my next door neighbor late in the
evening asking if I can help him move a mattress
into his upstairs. His mom is ill and has a big, heavy,
sleep number bed. I of course ran over to help,
because they're great neighbors. I get over there and his friend,
who is also a priest, was there to help. I

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help them figure out how to separate the mattress from
the bed so we could fit it upstairs. We get
it all moved up and back in place, when my
neighbor asks if I can help them move an armoir
upstairs too. I think nothing of it, and we pull
it out of his travel trailer and start bringing it
up the front stairs of his house. This is where

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I died. The front stairs are eleven steps. I was
on the lower end of the armoire about six steps
up when my neighbor and his friend lose a handle
on the armoir and it comes crashing down on me
and I fall backwards towards the pavement. I then wake
up in my dining room to my phone ringing and

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my wife asking me if I'm going to answer the phone.
It's my neighbor asking me if I can help move
a bed upstairs or his mom. I go over there
and meet his priest friend again, as this has been
the first time I met him. I say I can

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help with the bed, but I cannot help with the armoir.
My neighbor was like, how'd you know about the arm war.
I then proceeded to tell them I'm pretty sure I
just died. I spent the next hour talking with the priest.
He had so many questions. My neighbor didn't believe it
until I described the upstairs bedroom in perfect detail, down

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to the metal mattress frame on the floor and the
intricate headboard leaning against the wall. And I had never
been upstairs in their house before. The priest asked me
what I saw after I died. I told him I
never actually died before it happened. I woke up at

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my dining room table t l DR. I experienced my
death but woke up alive about twenty minutes earlier in
my life. Thank you.

Speaker 8 (39:50):
Last year I met a girl, fell in love and
got engaged. She had two little girls who I love dearly.
We all moved into a house together October last year.
Nothing too out of the ordinary happened, but one morning
she comes to me and tells me she's pregnant. She
tells me that with the girls, she got postpartum very badly.

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In explained breastfeeding can make it worse. I said that
we could do formula for the baby. The added bonus
of this being I can help with nighttime feedings and
it wouldn't all be on her. Fast forward ten months
and the baby is here. We keep him in a
bassinette by the foot of our bed. When it's my

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fiance's turn to feed him, she prefers to bring him
into our bed. I worry that I may fall asleep,
so during my turns I take him downstairs and lie
down on the bean bag and watch tiktoks while he eats.
The girl's bedrooms are across the hall from our room.
The baby has a very distinct cry that he uses

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when he's actually hungry and doesn't just want his pacifier
back in his mouth. My fiance calls it his pterodactyl scream.
One night last week, it was my turn to feed him.
At around three am. I got up, made his bottle,
then took him downstairs. The dog and the cats all

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followed me. I usually let the dog out to use
the bathroom. I changed the baby's diaper, then got comfy
on the bean bag with the baby next to me.
Bottle in one hand, TikTok and the other, I let
him drink away. He finished and fell asleep. I wasn't
quite done with the TikTok that I was watching, so

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I sat up and put his pacifier in. About one
minute later, I hear his pterodactyl cry. But it's coming
from upstairs. I was very confused and completely shocked. I
just froze for a few seconds. I thought I must
be really, really tired. I put TikTok away, then looked

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down at my son, and just as I was about
to stand up, I heard the cry from upstairs again.
There was no denying what I heard. I got my
flashlight on my phone out and cautiously headed up the steps,
trying to come up with the rational explanation. I thought,

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I'm just hearing things that aren't there. Then I opened
our bedroom door and my wife is sitting up wide awake.
I asked her if she heard that, and she said yes.
I said that it sounded like the baby, but I
had the baby with me. She suggested maybe one of

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the girls made the noise. I handed her the baby
and I went to check on them. Both they were
sound asleep. The cats, our dog, and our baby were
all downstairs with me, so of them made this sound.
I was really freaked out. At this point I returned
to our bedroom. My fiance was putting the baby in

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his bassinette and lying down to go back to sleep
in a whisper. I asked her what was that and
she just said, no, we're not going to talk about it.
Let's pretend it never happened. We then fell asleep. It's
been about a week now. No noise is at night,

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but I don't rest easy knowing that something is there.

Speaker 11 (43:40):
Hello and welcome to this Halloween extravaganza. Thank you so
much to kdra for having me be a part of it.
My name is Alisha Watson and I am one half
of the Twisted and Uncorked podcast, and I also host
a show with Fireeyes Media called Truly Twisted. Now today,
I have a very specific picked for me story to

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tell you. This comes from r slash Paranormal with the
user being specific Attempt nine zero five seven, and it's
titled a mimic tried to Lure Me out. I lived
in the same house my entire childhood and teenage life.
In that time, I experienced countless paranormal or unexplained events,

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many of which, from what I've heard people call mimics.
The house owned by my father was fairly new, built
in the eighties, and as far as I know, no
one ever died in the house or on the property. However,
I have heard locals talk about the surrounding location was
where Native American tribes used to live, so I've kind

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of always chalked up any activity to that. I have
several experiences I could recount, but for now I will
share the one most bone chilling. Once I reached thirteen
years old, my parents started letting me stay home alone
with my older brother, who was about two years ahead
of me, on the days that they were at work. However,

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since my brother was in sports, he usually wouldn't get
home from school until an hour and a half to
two hours after I had I would get dropped off
on the bus and he'd come home on his bike
after practice. Anyways, as I mentioned above, my whole life,
I experienced weird activity in that house. I want to

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say that my first encounter was around five years old,
so at thirteen years old, I had seen enough to
creep me out when I was home alone. Also, whenever
I was home alone, the energy always felt so much stronger.
I walked in the house and my hair would practically
stand up straight. So on the days that both my

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parents were at work, I developed this routine of checking
the house with a knife before locking myself in the
bathroom with it and playing games on my phone until
I heard my brother get home. It's kind of odd
i'd gravitate towards the bathroom, but when I think about it,
it's well lit, small sized, with a door that locked. Also,

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with a wall always to my back, it eliminated the
possibility of something creeping up behind me. Everywhere else in
the house felt like something was breathing down my neck,
So the bathroom became my safe space. One day, about
an hour into my routine bathroom hideaway. I hear the

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signature squeak of the sliding door leading from the garage
into the house. I then hear what sounds like my
brother's footsteps walking into the main area or kitchen of
the house and throwing his keys down on the table
and letting out one of his loud, identifiable burps. Kind
of funny that I can tell you which family members

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who by the sound of their footsteps and the noises
of their gas. But I digress. Finally, I think to myself,
feeling a wave of relief wash over me that now
somebody was home and I can stop hiding in the
bathroom with a knife. I set my phone down and
stand up, ready to leave the bathroom. But the moment

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my hands reach for the doorknob to unlock it and
step out and say hi, a chill runs through me.
Something instinctual was telling me to pump the brakes. Something
was not right. I couldn't put my finger on it.
But it's almost like when you see an image that
looks real, but upon further inspection you realize it's AI.

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I don't know. That's the best way I can describe it.
It just felt eerily artificial in a way. Maybe it's
because my brother would always come in through the front door,
not the garage. Also, he'd keep his keys in his room,
not on the table. I don't know something about it
just wasn't lining up. So I texted my brother, are

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you home, which he immediately replied, no leaving practice Now.
My blood ran cold. As soon as I read his message.
All the noise in the main area of the house
stopped for a moment. It was dead quiet, and then
all of a sudden, I heard the kitchen stools getting
dragged across the tile floor, not thrown, not shoved, like

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someone was picking up the edge of the stool and
quickly walking out of the kitchen to the living room.
The house is an open concept. I immediately texted my
brother back, saying there's someone in the house. Just then
I hear my dog leap onto the couch, the cushions
making their familiar squeak, and then she starts growling and

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snarling at something. I'm sitting in the bathroom silently crying
my eyes out, gripping the knife that I have with
me like it's my lifeline, and being careful not to
make a peep of noise. At this point, it sounds
like stuff is being tossed around. My dog is barking
like crazy at something, and naturally, I'm confused because I

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vividly heard my brother just a moment ago, but now
it sounds like a massively large man is stumping around
the house. I would have called the police, but this
felt supernatural, and I didn't want to look like a
lunatic if police showed up and found nothing. A few
minutes of noise goes by and then ceases immediately when

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my brother texts me I'm home now about to walk in.
I hear him come through the front door and say
something like hello, No one is here, so I decided
to come out. After I stepped out of the bathroom,
I thought for sure the house would be a total
mess from all the racket that I had just heard,
But to my shock, everything was exactly as I left it.

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Nothing was out of place, damaged, or even touched. The
garage door that I heard swing open, well that was
completely locked from inside the entire time. It had never budged.
The only sign that something was off was my dog,
who was still on the couch with her first standing up,
looking terrified. This was almost ten years ago now, but

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recounting this still chokes me up and gives me goosebumps.
I've come to the conclusion that a mimic or a
demon or some sort was trying to lure me out
of the bathroom that day, and when I didn't take
the bait, it got angry and became aggressive. I don't know.
I'm not an expert. I've encountered a mimic a few

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other times in this house, and I will share if
anyone is interested. Side note, I need to add that
I do not suffer from any mental illness, nor does
anyone in my family, and I would also like to
say that I was not on any drugs at the time.
I just want to say thank you so much to

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Kdra for having me again for this segment. I myself
have experienced something mimic like and the demonic distorted voice
way too familiar to me. I have shared this story
in an episode of Kadra's featuring Believing the Bazaar, where
she actually read my listener story. So if you'd like

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to hear that, go listen there, but otherwise enjoy the
next story.

Speaker 4 (51:23):
Astonishing Legends Network.

Speaker 7 (51:26):
Scared all the time presents a dramatic reading of the
original Black Eyed Kids story. Post it online by Brian
Bethel on Friday, January twenty sixth, nineteen ninety eight, subject
those darned black Eyed Kids. I don't really know what
i'd call this story if I was submitting it for
publication in Fate or something of its ilk. Maybe Brian

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versus the evil black Eyed. Possibly vampiric or demonic, but
at least not bloody normal kids. That doesn't have much
of a ring to it. Smiley face, but that's at
least an accurate title, as so many things do. It
all started out innocently. My internet service provider used to
have offices in a shopping center before they moved to

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their comparatively lush accommodations elsewhere. There was a dropbox at
that original location. The monthly bill was due, and thus there,
but for the grace of the net, I went. It
was about nine to thirty PM when I left from
my relatively isolated apartments. It's about ten to fifteen minutes
or so to downtown. Abelene has a population of about

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one hundred and ten thousand, right next to Camelot Communications.
Old location is a dollar fifty movie Theater. At the time,
the place was featuring that master work of modern film,
Mortal Combat. I drove by the theater on the way
into the Center proper and pulled into an empty parking space,
using the glow of the marquee to write out my check,

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I was startled to hear a knock on the driver's
side window of my car. I looked over and saw
two children staring at me from the street. I need
to describe them with the one feature. You can guess
what it was that I didn't realize until about halfway
through the conversation cleverly omitted. Both appeared to be in
that semi mystical stage of life children get into where

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you can't exactly tell their age. Both were boys, and
my initial impression is that they were somewhere between ten
and fourteen. Boy number one was the spokesman. Boy number
two didn't speak during the entire conversation, at least not
in words. Boy number one was slightly taller than his companion,
wearing a pullover hooded shirt with a sort of gray

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checked pattern and jeans. I couldn't see his shoes. His
skin was olive colored and had curly, medium length brown hair.
He exuded an air of quiet confidence. Boy number two
had pale skin with a trace of freckles. His primary
characteristics seemed to be looking around nervously. He was dressed
in a similar manner to his companion, but his pullover

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was a light green color. His hair was a sort
of pale orange. They didn't appear to be related, at
least directly. No great, I thought they're going to hit
me up for money, And then the air changed. I've
experienced this before, but for the benefit of any new
lurkers out there, right before I experienced something strange, there's
a change in perception that comes about, which I described

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in the above manner. It's basically enough time to know
it's too late, winky face. So there I was filling
out a check in my car, which was still running,
and in a sudden panic over the appearance of two
little boys. I was confused, but an overwhelming sense of
fear and unearthliness rushed in. Nonetheless, the spokesman smiled, and

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the sight, for some inexplicable reason, chilled my blood. I
could feel fight or flight responses kicking in. Something I
knew instinctually was not right, but I didn't know what
it could possibly be down the window, very very slightly
and asked yes. The spokesman smiled again, broader, this time

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his teeth were very very white. Hey mister, what's up?
We have a problem, he said. His voice was that
of a young man, but his diction, quiet, calm and
something I still couldn't put my finger on. Made my
desire to flee even greater. You see, my friend and
I want to see the films, but we forgot our money,
he continued. We need to go to our house to

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get it. Want to help us out? Okay. Journalists are
required to talk to lots of people, and that includes children.
I've seen and spoken to lots of them. Here's how
that usually goes. Uh, mister, can I see that camera?
I won't break it or anything. I promise. My dad
has a camera and he lets me hold it sometimes,

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I guess. And I took a picture of my dog.
It wasn't very good because I got my finger in
the way and adding some feet shuffling and our body swaying,
And you've got a typical kid talking to a stranger.
In short, they're usually apologetic. People generally teach children that
when they talk to adults. They're usually bothering them for
one reason or another, and they should at least be polite.

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This kid was in no way fitting the mold. His
command of language was incredible, and he showed no signs
of fear. He spoke as if my help was a
foregone conclusion. When he grinned, it was as if he
was trying to say, I know something and you're not
gonna like it, but the only way you're going to
find out what it is will be to do what

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I say.

Speaker 8 (56:34):
Uh.

Speaker 7 (56:35):
Well, was the best reply I could offer. Now here's
where it starts to get strange. The quiet companion looked
at the spokesman with a mixture of confusion and guilt
on his face. He seemed in some ways shocked, not
with his friend's brusque manner, but that I didn't just
immediately open the door. He eyed me nervously. The spokesman

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seemed a bit perturbed too. I still was registering something
wrong with both. Come on, mister, the spokesman said again,
smooth as silk car salesman could learn something from this kid. Now,
we just want to go to our house, and we're
just two little boys. That really scared me. Something in
The tone and diction again set off alarm bells. My

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mind was frantically trying to process what it was perceiving
about the two figures. That was wrong? Uh was all
I could manage. I felt myself digging my fingernails into
the steering wheel. What uh, what movie were you going
to see? I asked finally, Mortal Kombat, of course, the
spokesman said. The silent one nodded an affirmation. Standing a

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few paces behind, Oh, I said. I stole a quick
glance at the Marquis and at the clock in my car.
Mortal Kombat had been playing for an hour, the last
showing of the evening. The silent one looked increasingly nervous.
I think he saw my glances and suspected that I
might be detecting something was not above board. Come on, mister,

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let us in. We can't get in your car until
you do, you know, the spokesman said soothingly. Just let
us in and we'll be gone before you know it.
We'll go to our mother's house. We locked eyes. To
my horror, I realized my hand had strayed toward the
door lock, which was engaged and was in the process
of opening it. I pulled it away, probably a bit

(58:23):
too violently, but it did force me to look away
from the children. I turned back, Uh, I offered weekly,
and then my mind snapped into sharp focus. For the
first time, I noticed their eyes. They were coal black,
no pupil, no iris, just two staring orbs reflecting the

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red and white of the marquis. At that point, I
know my expression betrayed me. The silent one had a
look of horror on his face, in a combination that
seemed to indicate a. The impossible had just happened, and
b We've been found out. The spokesman, on the other hand,
wore a mask of anger. His eyes glittered brightly in
the half light. Come on, mister, he said, we won't

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hurt you. You have to let us in. We don't
have a gun. That last statement scared the living hell
out of me, because at that point, by his tone,
he was plainly saying we don't need a gun. He
noticed my hand shooting down toward the gearshift. The spokesman's
final words contained an anger that was complete and whole,
and yet contained in some respects a tone of panic.

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We can't come in unless you tell us it's okay.
Let us in. I ripped the card in reverse, Thank
goodness no one was coming up behind me, and tore
out of the parking lot. I noticed the boys in
my peripheral vision, and I stole a quick glance back.
They were gone. The sidewalk by the theater was deserted.
I drove home in a heightened state of panic. Had

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anyone attempted to stop me, I would have run through
and faced the consequences.

Speaker 12 (59:57):
Later.

Speaker 7 (59:57):
I bolted into my house, scanning all around, including the sky.
What did I see? Maybe nothing more than some kids
looking for a ride and some really funky contacts. Yeah right.
A friend suggested they were vampires. What would the old
let us in?

Speaker 12 (01:00:14):
Bit?

Speaker 7 (01:00:14):
And my compelled response to open the door. That and
though we'll go see our mother thing. I'm still not
sure what they were. But here's an epilogue. I find chilling.
I talk about chat a lot. He's still my best friend,
my best ghost hunting companion, and an all around cool guy.
He recently moved to Amarillo, but at the time this happened,

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was still living in the San Angelo of Rampage fame.
I called him and talked to him briefly. He had
two female friends with him at the time, both professing
some type of psychic ability. I started telling him the story,
leaving out the part about the black eyes for the kicker.
One of the women we were on speakerphone. Stop me.
These children had black eyes, right, she asked, I mean

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all black eyes? Uh? Yeah, I said, A bit taken aback, hmmm,
she said. One night last week I had a dream
about children with black eyes. They were outside my house
wanting to be let in, but there was something wrong
with them. It took me a while to realize it
was the eyes. I hadn't even gotten as far as
them wanting to come in. What did you do, I asked,

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I kept the doors and windows locked. She said. I
knew if they came in, they'd kill me. She paused,
and they would have killed you too, if you'd let
them into your car. So from this extra long post,
we have three unanswered questions. A What did I see?
B What would have happened if I opened my car door?

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And see why does Chad always get all the cool
psychic chicks? This has been a dramatic reading of the
original Black Eyed Kids post by Brian Bethel from your
Friends at Scared All the Time, Happy Halloween Ed was
here too.

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