True Scary Stories - Demons & Other Dangers

In this chilling episode of True Scary Stories, we bring you terrifying encounters that will make you think twice before turning off the lights. From crazed people in a state forest, to a stalker bothering a young woman, two encounters with demons, these are the true accounts of ordinary people who came face-to-face with the darkest side of reality. Listen… but not alone.

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:02):
Hey, campfire crew, let's get it on. Chased out of
Capitol State Forest by Dessolvics. This happened years ago, but

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pops into my head a lot. Maybe throwing it out
into the ether will help me get over it. I
just moved to Washington in October, and then around March
or April of twenty nineteen, I made a friend who
was stationed at JBLM, also not native to the state.
He and I had been working on making the back

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of his pickups something we could camp in, and thought,
on a whim around midnight one night, it would be
fun to maybe go to the National Park for the night.
We made the drive out there and I knowed it
kind of weird that the road was lined with residential
homes and at some point the road turned to dirt
and I guessed we were in the park. This was

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a month or two after Snowmageddon and the parks were
out of season, so the road was pretty rough, but
we did make it through. Not being from there, I
had an eerie feeling right off the bat from the
I think the Douglas trees. They were bald except for
the very tops from the heavy snow. I didn't know

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what it was. They just felt unnatural and foreboding to me.
They still do even all these years later. Initially, we
pulled off onto a little hill facing some tall grass
that had a board for arrow practice. We hung out
there for maybe fifteen or twenty minutes, and then I
probably creeped out from the trees. I told my friend

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I didn't want to stay in that spot because there
was only a narrow path to drive in and out of,
and I didn't love the idea of getting blocked in.
He said all right, and we pulled out and headed
down the road for a few minutes further to find
a proper parking area at a camping trail head. We
were using a portable battery we'd gotten for the first time,

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and it made this wild sound when he turned it on,
so he stepped out of the truck and was outside
messing with it. And I was trying to relax in
the back, but just couldn't shake that weird feeling. There
wasn't a way to go directly from the bed to
the cabin, and this being the first time that we'd
been out there, we weren't just on the side of
the road. I was a little anxious so I stood

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outside for a minute, just looking around and listening. I
think I was more trying to hear for bears, since
those were a new thing for me to have to
worry about, but instead I heard the sound of tires.
I told my buddy to stop and listen, and then
we saw headlights in the distance. We both threw the

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back of the truck shut and hopped in to leave.
As we were driving out, the lights were at the
top of the hill, and I told my buddy to
slow down off to the side, thinking it was probably
some sort of park official out to make sure we
weren't causing any trouble and then tell us to ski daddle.
He rolled his window down, and as they passed, I

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looked and the truck wasn't marked, but there were two
men in the front who were not park officials. They
made direct eye contact with us and didn't slow down,
but the second I saw their faces, I told my
friend absolutely no, fuck this gun it. The truck continued

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towards the parking lot, and I felt a bit of
relief until I noticed they turned around and were now
catching up to us. We were probably going forty five
or fifty down some pretty rugged road, and they were
directly behind us within a couple of minutes. Once we
made it back to the residential street, which it might

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have only been one or two turns from where we were.
Thank god my friend was able to remember the way back.
That's when we hit around sixty or seventy. The other
truck hadn't backed up at all and now had their
brights on. I remember, while looking out the window at
the mirror, noticing a house's porch light flick on, and

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I spun around to watch out the back and I
saw someone beginning to step out. I finally thought to
glance over at the time, and it was around three am.
The people at the house were probably unrelated, but still weird,
but I was realizing that the time exaggerated how insane
it was that people were chasing us. Anyway, we got

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to a stop sign and obviously didn't even slightly slow
down as we pulled onto the main road at that point,
the truck then overtook us and passed us. They must
have been going one hundred. Then they turned right down
a side road. I was now pissed. I told my
buddy that there's no way in hell they were going
to get away, Let's go get them. We turned down

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the same road maybe fifteen or twenty seconds after they had,
but they were gone. There was a dead end neighborhood
street to the left that they couldn't have been on,
a gas station or minute or two up the road
that they weren't at, and then the interstate. How they
made it all that way in such a short amount
of time is beyond me. But the only explanation, save

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for going down the first side street, parking in a
driveway and shutting off their truck, could have meant they
went behind the gas station. But in either scenario, why
were they the ones now hiding after chasing us? After
all this happened, I looked up the park, because what
the hell was that all about? We didn't go to

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Olympic National Park, where I thought we had been. We
were instead in Capitol State Forest, where the only weird
thing I could really find any information about it was
a body being found in a burned out truck back
in twenty twelve. There's only a single article about that,
so I have absolutely no idea if they ever figured
that one out. Everything else I found was various accounts

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of people being shot or being found shot, but with
there being gun activity allowed in the park, and I
didn't find that particularly surprising. I mean, more than likely,
it was probably some people living on that street that
noticed us going out there in the middle of the
night and maybe figured we were up to something and
that they would freak us out. I hope that's all

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it was, at least I can't really imagine what would
have happened if they had gotten to the parking lot
while we were unprepared, or worse, if we were still
in that original spot where we stopped before trying to
camp on that hill a night I'll never forget. By

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bio Nerd for context, I'm an eighteen year old boy.
I've always loved horror, from movies to games, and even
find myself quite interested in true crime. So it kind
of takes a lot to scare me. And I don't
mean phobias, I do have a lot of those. I
mean it takes a lot to actually scare me. This

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happened around two years ago, and I try to forget
the night since it still freaks me out. I live
in a very small village in the middle of nowhere,
and it's a thirty or so minute walk to the
town over, which is where my cousin who's the same
age as me, lives. She and I are incredibly close,
so we always hung out. The walk to her village

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is very much a nature walk. There's a path that
leads to a bridge, and once you're over the bridge,
there's a small little clearing with a bench, and then
it's a long, straight, twenty five minute walk. The path
is surrounded by a huge hedget on both sides, so
at night it is quite ominous. The night this happened,
I remember it being in January and it was the

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first time that year I was walking over to see her,
and like always, I decided to go rather late, around
nine pm. I was wearing trackies, a hoodie in a coat,
which is important as I decided New Year knew me
and then I'd run the distance to try and start
getting in better shape. Now that little opening with the

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bench that I mentioned. By the time I got there,
I was sweating due to wearing so many layers, so
I stopped to take my hoodie off and wrap it
around my waist. I had headphones in, so I took
them out so they didn't get knocked out by the
hoodie coming off. The second I took my headphones off,
I heard a noise from the right side of me

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in the bushes near the bench. When I looked, I
saw someone in the bushes, and it was so dark
though I could barely make them out, but I know
they were crouched down. The weirdest part was that their
hands were up on either side of their head, just
sprawled out. Obviously, that motivated me to run my ass

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all the way to her house. I told her, and
she offered to walk me home, but I didn't want
her to have to do the walk back alone, so
instead we agreed we'd stay on call, and she just
walked me to the start of the walk home. Now
keep in mind her village, coming from the walk from
my village starts with a park, and that's where she

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walked with me too. We didn't pass anyone on the
way to the park, and there was no one else
in it. Then I began walking and we stayed on
the phone, and I was still creeped out, so I
was looking around me, and when I looked behind me,
I saw someone walking in my direction. I asked if

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if it was my cousin or if she had seen
anyone else pass her, to which she replied no to
both things. Safe to say, I ran the entire way back,
and when I got to the first lamp post where
there was finally some light, I looked back to see
that whoever was behind me was gone. Not to mention,
my cousin actually mentioned that a few months before this,

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she and her friend had been walking home at night
and saw a man alone on the tire swing in
the park at night. Safe to say, I run that
walk every time now if it's dark, and still wonder
who the hell that was. To this day, my area
is creepy as hell, and I do have a few
other creepy experiences to share, but I thought that this

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one was by far the creepiest. He wouldn't go away.
Submitted by Darla V. Lily. Back in twenty eighteen, my
dad invited his friend's son to come and spend a

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few weeks with him for a contracting job he had.
This guy was in his early twenties and was pretty
lost at the time, and his parents didn't know what
to do with him. I remembered him vaguely from when
we were kids, as our families have been friends since
before I was born. For reference, At this time, I
was also in my early twenties and living with my boyfriend,

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and our house was just around the corner for my dad's.
My dad and I are very close and one of
my sisters was living with him at the time, so
my boyfriend and I were over there a lot. This
guy was pretty weird and would randomly go quiet when
we were all hanging out, and he would just stop
talking and look down. Then there were times when he

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was chatty and seemed fairly normal. We knew he wasn't
going to be there long, so we just tried to
make him feel welcome while he was there. One night,
my boyfriend, I'll call him Carter, and I invited this
guy who will call Braiden out to a Buck and
Doe with us. We told him he could come by
our house before heading over for a few drinks, then

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we would all walk down together. I was surprised when
he said yes, because he was pretty socially awkward, But
sure enough, the knight rolled around and he came over
and we all got ready to head to the Buck
and Doe. The Buck and Doe was Denim themed, I know,
very Canadian, and I remember cutting up some old jeans

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to make us all headbands. They were completely stupid looking,
but that was kind of the point. And anyway, we
got to the party and he didn't know anyone, so
I remember him being pretty much glued to my side.
The night wasn't all that memorable, at least not for me,
and when we started walking back, I told Braiden to
send me a text to let me know when he
made it back to my dad's. He did and thanked

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me for letting him come out with us. Fast forward
a few weeks later, and the guy was still around
the job he worked with my dad Whilen was over,
and I remember my dad was getting kind of anxious
to get rid of him, as he was ready to
just have his space back. Braiden asked if he could

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just stay until my birthday, which was coming up, so
my dad agreed. On my birthday, I remember him being
really quiet and just looking down a lot, which, as
I said before, he did often. He just got into
this mood where you could tell there was something weird
going on in his head. And shortly after that, my
dad told him it was time to head back home,
and he reluctantly did. A few days later, I got

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a text from Braden saying that he had to tell
me something and it was too important to text. I
remember thinking, w t F. We weren't that close, and
what could he possibly have to tell me. I called
my sisters and they jokingly said he was about to
confess his love for me. I told him that I
couldn't talk on the phone at the moment, but he

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could text me whatever it was he had to say.
To my absolute horror, he did indeed confess his love
for me, using some very strong language. It was poetic
and intense, and I was in disbelief. This guy came
to my house where I lived with my boyfriend. I mean,
we hardly knew each other. He was only around for

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about a month, and most of the time when I
was there, he was quiet and I was always with
my boyfriend. At first, I tried to let him down gently,
and I told him that while I was flattered, I
was very much in love with my boyfriend, but we
could still be friends. Braden started droning on and on
about how we were meant to be he could feel

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it in his soul, and how he needed me like
a bee needs pollen, and how now that he had
a glimpse of me. He needed a future with me.
I immediately showed the messages to my boyfriend, who was
also shocked but kind of laughed it off. He knew
there was no chance this was going to happen and
basically just said I should block him. I told Brayden

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firmly at that point that it was not nor was
it ever going to happen. Time to move on, I'm
not interested, and then I blocked him. I told my
dad what he had said, and he told me that
his friends had actually told him that Braiden came home
talking about his love for me, so he knew his
feelings and not to worry because he wouldn't be inviting
him back. That's when the messages started coming from different numbers,

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and I just ignored them all. Soon I was getting
phone calls at all hours of the day and night,
all from different numbers and sometimes from businesses. It was
always him basically asking for a chance and telling me
how much he loved me. I know I should have
changed my number, but I had that number since high
school and I really didn't want to go through the

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trouble of changing it. He also sent gifts, which often
included healthy teas and weird supplements, and also a c
D full of songs he wrote and performed about me. Again,
the scary thing was that he hardly knew me the
whole time he was here visiting. The whole time he

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was up visiting, conversation always stayed very surface level, like acquaintances,
which is how I viewed us. But he had this
idea of me that he concocted in his head, and
I became his obsession. At some point, my boyfriend just
started answering my phone, basically telling him to fuck off.

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Mean enough was enough, and I could tell that Carter
was getting more concerned than he was mad. By October,
which was about eight months after this all started, things
finally started to quiet down. We thought Brayden was finally
going to move on. I hadn't even responded to any
of this since I blocked his first number. So now

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it was Halloween and Carter and I were going to
our buddy's house, who lived a few blocks away, to
hang out and help him hand out candy. He lives
in a well populated area that gets bombarded with kids
on Halloween. Earlier in the day, I got a phone
call from my dad saying that his friends had called
to let him know that Brayden had taken off in
the middle of the night and they didn't know where

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he was, but they wondered if he was trying to
make his way back up to our town. They said
he'd been wearing that denim headband I made him for
a month, and he was talking more and more about
how he needed me before vanishing. I was deeply disturbed
when I found that out, But he did live six

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hours away and had no vehicle. My dad said that
if he showed up at the house, he would send
him right home and make it clear that he was
not wealth there. Although Carter and I were initially on
edged by the fact that he'd vanished, by evening, we'd
kind of put it on the back burner. We're just
having fun hanging out with our friend. Normally, when we

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hang out with this friend, I drive home. I'm ready
to call it a night, and Carter walks home later.
But around ten o'clock, as I was getting ready to leave,
he decided to jump in the car with me, just
in case. I don't know if it was the dark
or just this sense of foreboding, but I started to
feel pretty anxious driving home and was hyper vigilant of

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my surroundings. Of course, our street is not well lit
and it was a particularly dark night. As I was
about to turn into our driveway, though, I saw something
that made my blood run cold. The quick flash of
a cell phone screen was only lit up for a
second before going dark, and all of a sudden I

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saw the faintest outline of a guy sitting under the
tree in front of our house. I panicked and passed
our driveway completely and started rounding the corner. Carter was
looking at me with utter confusion, and I said to him, horrified,
he's at our house. Before I even stopped the car,

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opened the door and jumped out and yelled, go to
your dad's now, and then he was taking off towards
our house. I know we should have called the cops,
but I think we were in such disbelief, and the
weird connection of him being our family's friend's son just
made it feel like it wasn't the obvious course of action.

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I showed up at my dad's, who I was pretty
sure was about to go to bed, and there I
am freaking out telling him that I think Brayden is
at my house and that Carter had gone to confront him.
My dad looked completely horrified and was shocked that this
guy had the nerve to show up at his daughter's
house for god knows what reason. I started frantically trying

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to call Carter, and my calls were going right to voicemail,
and I finally texted him and said, if I don't
hear back from you in the next two minutes, I'm
calling the police. I got a text back saying I'm okay,
call you. Soon after what felt like forever, Carter finally
messaged me to tell me that he would be walking

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Braiden to my dad's and that when he was halfway there,
he wanted me to leave and then head home. Carter
had a lot of experience dealing with people with mental
health issues, so he's got a ton of patience. God
bless him. He's also a good communicator and is generally
good at diffusing situations. So I headed home, and my

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dad was going to make sure Braiden spent the night
at his house and was sticking him on a bus
first thing in the morning. At that point, it was
around midnight, so I got home, and shortly after so
did Carter. He was pretty vague about the conversation he
had with Braiden, but when I kept prying about why
he had come out here in the first place, Carter

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said his response was that he just needed a chance.
He also said that he wasn't even wearing a coat
and was freezing when he found him. He brought him
into the garage to talk to him and let him
warm up, but wouldn't let him in our house so
firmly told him that he would not be seeing me.

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Carter also told me that Braiden was just clutching his
backpack the whole time, and never took his eyes off
Braiden's hands, as he wasn't sure if he had a weapon.
I still wonder what would have happened if I had
gone home alone like I usually did, and found him
under my tree, and I shuddered at the thought. I
have no idea what his plan was, And turns out

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he didn't even have enough money for a bus take
at home, and no one really knew how he got
all the way from his house to mine in the
twelve or so hours that he had been missing. A
few days passed and I got a message from Braiden
basically apologizing and saying I took him showing up the
wrong way. I mean, I'm not sure how I should
have taken it. And anyway, he went on and on

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about how he respected my relationship and just wanted to
be friends but needed me in his life. I didn't respond,
and then a few months went by it all was quiet.
Was finally starting to think that Braiden had moved on.
And then one night in February, I was at my
dad's for dinner and I was waiting for Carter, who

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should have been arriving momentarily, when all of a sudden,
the door bell rang. I thought the door must have
been locked because Carter would have just walked in, so
I was on my way to let him in and
my phone went off. It was Carter and it was
a text saying do not open the door. Apparently he

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had just pulled in, and to his absolute disbelief, he
could see a guy standing at the door with a
guitar and he knew it was Braiden. Before I could
say anything, my dad opened the door and all I
heard was, ah, what the fuck out. My dad went

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to basically tell him to get lost, that he wasn't
staying there this time, and that he wouldn't be seeing me,
and that he was on his own how to figure
out where to go or how to get home. Braiden
threw down the roses he had in his hand and
called my dad an asshole before storming away. At that point,
I'm pretty sure it took Carter every ounce of self
restraint not to go after Braden. That night, I got

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a voicemail from a motel which was unfortunately close to
my house. The voicemail said, if you don't want to
be my rock star girlfriend and travel the world with me,
then fine. For the next little while, Carter slept with
a bat and was constantly on alert. And Carter is
a strong, stocky guy, and I heard he had been

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pretty scrappy back in high school. His friends told me
that no one ever messed with him, But I guess
you can't be too careful when it comes to crazy.
Carter reached out to a friend in the police department
and gave him everything, the messages, the dates, let him
know what gifts were sent, songs that were written just
so that they'd had it in case anything, In case

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Brayden ever showed up again. I heard from Brayden sporadically
after that, and he did reach out to tell me
that he'd sought help and that he suffers from psychosis
which leads him to make rash, impulsive decisions, and that
he was now on medication. However, once in a while,
I still get the odd message saying that he needs

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me in his life, and those I still ignore. Carter
and I are now married and have a couple of kids.
We've moved from that house, so Braiden doesn't know where
we live now, which I think gives us both peace
of mind. Honestly, I have no ill will for the guy,
and I hope he continues getting help and stays on
the right track, and hopefully in time he will forget

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about me. The Night I Heard a Demon by True Station.
The year was nineteen ninety seven and I'd just gone
through a divorce with my now ex wife. It was

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my first night back at home, and only it didn't
feel like home at all. When I pulled into the driveway,
the old wooden structure from the eighteen hundreds didn't have
any lights on, and it looked like a mass of black,
just a void that only took the shape of a house.
By coincidence. The house had been a place of warmth,
of love, and of connection, but there wasn't a single

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sound as I walked through the old house and I
once called home. The bare walls had once shown an
array of framed pictures of what was once a happy family,
and now they stared back at me with a blank expression,
kind of mocking me, with eyes that were left from
the nails that had been removed. A lot of the
furniture that once had been there was now gone, making

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the inside of it look even more vast and cold,
as if I didn't already feel small. After my initial walkthrough,
I set my keys up on the kitchen counter, took
off my boots, and headed upstairs to my bedroom to
try to sleep. I had no clue what was in
store for me that night. As I made my way

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up the stairs, the wooden tread squeaked and creaked as
they compressed, just as they had many times before. But
this night it was different. The sounds were more visceral,
like they were telling me, warning me to not ascend,
but I went up anyway. I made my way to
my bedroom and laid down on my back with my

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clothes still on. I didn't have the energy nor the
wherewithal to be comfortable there. I spent hours in a daze,
with thoughts and memories racing like a ribbon of film
on a supera projector. The only sound in my company
was that of the ringing of my ears. Due to
tonight is I couldn't fall asleep, and the red glow

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from my alarm clock never ceased to remind me so
ten o'clock, twelve o'clock, and then around two am it happened.
As I lay there, lost in my thoughts, I suddenly
heard a long smash coming from the kitchen downstairs that
shook the floor beneath me, sending a chill up my spine.

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The hairs on my arms were standing on in it.
I was frozen with fear and the ringing in my
ears from tonight it ceased, leaving only the sounds being
that of my heavy breathing and the ever increasing rate
of my heartbeat. I laid there as stiff as a statue,
and more noises came, barely audible. At first I couldn't

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tell what it was, but then it got louder and louder. Footsteps.
The sound of the footsteps were slow, heavy and methodical.
As I just lay there, I could hear another sound
that accompanied the footsteps. There was the sound of what
I can only describe is the breathing and growling of

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what would only come from a monster or a demon,
and whatever it was, it was going to rip me apart.
The sound got louder and louder. Each step shook the
whole house, setting the most intense feeling of fear I've
ever felt in my life. I heard another sound that
sounded all too familiar now, the squeaking of the stairs,

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accompanied by a loud thud. I knew that this thing
was making its way up the stairs. This thing must
have been eight hundred pounds. I mean. The breathing, the growling,
and thuds got louder and louder closer. I finally got
the last little bit of courage up that remained in me,
and I ran into my closet and grabbed my twelve

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gage shotgun racked a shell into the chamber. Suddenly there
was silence. Nothing I was. I'm so scared that I
stayed in my closet until sunrise, and then I finally
decided to make my way downstairs, shotguns still in hand,

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to find that the front door was wide open and
the silverware drawer had been pulled out completely from its
cabinet and was lying upside down with silverware strewn all
about the kitchen floor. I know that this seems hard
to believe, but it's a one hundred percent true. It
wasn't a dream, and I've never taken a drug in

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my life. I'm a man of faith, and I believe
that this happened because I had lost faith during the divorce,
was severely depressed and in a dark place. I also
hadn't been going to church. After that, I started going
to church every Sunday, and I haven't had a visit
from that thing ever since. I still live in the

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same old house today, and although there are many other
stories I could tell, none of them are as terrifying
or as visceral as that ext experience. Unwanted Visitor submitted
by Dulcita. Growing up, I always liked anyone else who

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had older siblings and had them tell me stories to
scare me. This particular story, it wouldn't have been so
bad if it were just my oldest brother telling me it,
but I remember my mother telling me as well, let
me start off by saying that I come from a
big family. There are six of us kids that my
mom had, four older boys, myself, and my younger brother.

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The story begins in our little house, except my younger
brother on account that he hadn't been born yet. There
were three bedrooms in the home, and the first bedroom
my two oldest brothers shared, the second one, my two
younger of the four brothers shared, and then there was me,
who slept in my mom's room in a cradle. According
to my oldest brother, one night, before going to bed,

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all of them were being rowdy and decided that they
all wanted to sleep in the same room to see
who could stay up the longest. So they asked my
mom's permission to sleep all together in one room, and
my mom said it was okay, on one condition that
they all not be so loud because I was asleep,
and that they had to try to at least go
to bed at a decent hour. They agreed and went

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to the room. Of course, the boys began to get
loud and rowdy again, and my mom was forced to
go in and give them a warning. As she turned away,
she saw my oldest brother stick out his tongue at her,
so she quickly turned around and told him that that
wasn't nice to do that, and that God didn't like
little boys being so hateful, and if he continued to

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do it, the devil would snatch his tongue. Now, keep
in mind, my mother at that time was a profound
Catholic and not to mention hispanic and while God and
the devil played big roles in her life. My brother,
not liking my mom's comments, said in return, well, if

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that's true, then I'll be seeing him soon. My mom
gave him a bad look and turned and walked out
of the room. As the night progressed, my brother said
he was the last to fall asleep, and as he
was drifting off, he felt someone grab the blankets and
rip them off him. Abruptly, he thought it was one

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of my other brothers messing with him, so he snatched
the blankets back and yelled Alex stop doing that, and
of course there was no response from Alex because Alex
was fast asleep. My brother was laying on his side,
keep in mind, and he said that he felt someone
tug at his toes. He opened his eyes this time

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to see if it was Alex or one of the
other boys, and to his surprise, he saw a very
dark figure staring back at him at the end of
the bed, near his feet. My brother, terrified, said he
couldn't get a sound out of his mouth, and he
continued to watch as this figure climbed on top of

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the bed and somewhat sat on him with a devilish
grin and was pinning him down. My brother froze in
horror as he heard this figure say. What he said
sounded like maybe next time you'll listen to your mother.
After that, my brother said, he seemed to have just
kind of passed out. He woke up a few moments later,

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confused and scared, and ran to my mom, who was
sitting in the kitchen waiting for our dad to get
home from work. He began to tell my mom the story,
and to his amazement, my mother said she believed him,
and then began to tell him that moments after the
boys had settled to fall asleep, out of the corner
of her eye, she spotted a dark figure passing from

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the living room to the hallway. I thought it was
nothing and passed as off as her being tired from
a long day and maybe she was just seeing things,
But then, to their amazement, they found what appeared to
be scratches on his back arms and one leading from
his cheek down to the side of his mouth. My brother,

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horrified by what he had experienced, never again talked back
or stuck his tongue out at her mom and hopes
that he would never experience what he had again. Thanks

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for listening, gang. If you've got a true scary story
of any nature you'd like me to narrate, email it too,
Uncle Josh True Scary Stories at gmail dot com. I
read them all. There's a link to my tea public
storefront down in the description if you'd like to get
some Uncle Josh and prior crew merchandise. Summer is not
over yet and you'll be the coolest kid on the block.

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Everyone be excellent to each other, and until next time,
be wary of things that go bump in the night.
It could be anything a ghost, a monster, or the
guy next door.