August 29, 2025 • 25 mins
On this episode of Uncle Josh’s True Scary Stories, the chills run deep. One listener recounts a terrifying night when a session game with a Ouija board spiraled into an encounter with something dark and demonic. Another story takes us to a brush with pure evil—a chance meeting with a notorious serial killer. And that’s not all…you’ll also hear more spine-tingling tales of encounters with the unknown, close calls with real danger, and moments that prove true horror isn’t confined to ghost stories.
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Speaker 1 (00:02):
Hey, campfire crew, Let's get it on the old panel wagon.
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Submitted by Donnie Mack, My story begins in nineteen seventy eight.
I was a young guy just starting to produce live
athletics shows in my city, working with professional athletes who
flew in from all over the country. They needed hotel, accommodations,
and transportation, and I wanted to impress them to make
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them feel comfortable by picking them up in a brand
new car. The only problem was I didn't known one,
and this is where my story truly begins. Several months earlier,
I was introduced to a man named Vince who owned
a handful of new car dealerships in southern Illinois. I
went to him hoping he'd buy a large enough ad
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in my show's program to help offset some of the
costs associated with the show. When our meeting ended, he
was aware of my dilemma and made me a different
kind of deal. He would trade me the use of
a new car for a week in exchange for an
ad and a few complimentary tickets for him and his employees.
It was a trade that benefited both of us. During
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that time, I met one of his young salesmen, a
guy just a few years younger than me, named Gary.
It was his first month at the dealership, and over
the next several weeks, I saw him each time I
went in to finalize our agreement. The night of the show,
I was surprised to see that neither Vince nor Gary
had shown up, nor any of the other employees. It
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was unusual, especially given how much interest they had shown.
Two days later, I went back to return the car
in the atmosphere on the showroom floor was grim. When
I asked to speak to Vincent Gary, I was told
neither of them was in, and that struck me as
very strange. Well, several months passed and I went back
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to the dealership. I wanted to thank them for the
use of the car and ask why they didn't make
the show. Once again, neither of them was in. As
I started to leave, I recognized one of the secretaries
I had worked with when I first came by the dealership.
I explained my confusion about not being able to see
Vincer Gary, and she looked around before leaning in closer
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to tell me the story. The day after I had
picked up the car, an old, gray haired man walked
into the dealership. He wanted to sell his car outright.
Gary happened to be working and explained to him that
they usually only bought cars that were being traded in.
The vehicle he had was a vintage paneled station wagon,
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a classic, but nothing the dealership would ever offer money for.
But Gary felt a pull towards it. He wanted to
restore it himself, Going against company policy. Gary offered the
man three hundred dollars and the man agreed. They worked
out the details, the title was signed, and the old
man went on his way. Gary took the car and
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parked it behind the dealership, telling Vince the next day
that he'd liked to keep it and have the money
taken out of his paycheck. Vince agreed. Gary also told
Vince he had never felt so uneasy since taking the
car salesman job as he did with this guy. The
car sat there for three months until one day the
police showed up. They asked to speak to the owner
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about the old car in the back of the lot,
and Vince directed them to Gary. Detectives grilled Gary for
over an hour. A tow truck and a crime scene
unit arrived, and men in white suits and blue gloves
began taking pictures of the car from every angle, inside
and out. They even took carpet fiber samples. After the
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police took the car away, the dealership didn't hear anything
for weeks because the title had been signed and transferred
to the dealership. The police came back to speak with
Vincent Garry once again. They said that they'd been looking
for that car for two years. When Vince pressed them
for more information, the detectives looked at one another, then
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looked at Vince Garry and told them the car belonged
to John Wayne Gacy and it was believed to have
been one of the cars he'd used during his reign
of murders. The secretary finished her story by saying that
Vince could no longer work at that particular dealership, only
at his others. As for Gary, she said he outright quit.
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The weight of what he had so innocently acquired was
just too heavy for him to bear. Two girls, one demon.
Submitted by playdo Master. I've been helping people with the
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Wija board for many years, advising them what to do
and what not to do. Some people really don't understand that.
They think if they use the board something fun will happen.
It can, but it's very rare. Checking my Wiga support email,
one day I came across one from a very scared
person who told me they thought they had a demon.
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They told me that they had a ghost in the house,
but it was a friendly one one. They all quite enjoyed.
The people that live in the small house with a
friendly ghost were two sisters, both in their twenties. One night,
they had a friend stay the night and she had
brought with her a wija board. They started using it
to contact their ghost friend and were successful. After that
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one occasion, they started making homemade boards, using them to
talk to their ghost friend and then throw them away
in the trash, and the next couple of days just
make another one. That right there is not only a
no no, but has to be one of the biggest
no nos in no no history. After that, they said
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that they would come home to their place trashed, they
would see things in the corner of their eyes. And
then one of the girls was attacked while in the shower.
She said she was taking a shower when all of
a sudden, this instant pain went right down her back,
and when she asked her sister to look at it.
She had four large scratch marks going down her back.
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She included pictures of the scratches in her email, and yes,
indeed they were quite large. I normally are hardly ever
help people after they use the board, but on this
particular occasion, I believe they needed it more than ever.
I also then found out out that I wasn't the
first person that they'd contacted. They also spoke with a
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local psychic who is what I call an automatic writer,
which basically means she can contact the dead through writing
something on paper or through the wigiboard. I was also
told that this psychic lady had recommended me. They wanted
me and the psychic to meet at their house. Luckily,
they only lived a few miles down the road from me,
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and I drove there while the automatic writer and her friend,
who was also a psychic, were scanning the house. Her
friend was also a psychic that can sometimes see and
talk to ghosts directly, as well as feel their emotions
an EmPATH. The two girls who lived in the house
were outside, which is probably where the psychic told them
to be, because you're supposed to let the psychic figure
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out things about what's going on for themselves. The girls
welcomed me, and shortly after the two psychics walked outside,
one in tears. The mpath who sees and feels the ghost,
said that the friendly ghost is a man who used
to live in the house by himself. Even though he
was a successful man, he was alone and his loneliness
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drove him to kill himself. The psychic said that even
though he was still alone, he still felt happier because
the two girls had moved in, but after they used
the board, it brought up an evil spirit that then
started abusing the poor man. She said that what she
wanted to do was while she went from room to
room trying to purify each one, she wanted me and
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the Automatic Writer to help the good ghost escape from
the demon's clutches. We all got things set up, and
I had just gotten about everything I needed so that
I would only be addressing the friendly ghost and not
the demonic one. We started by asking if it was
a good spirit. The Planchett went to yes. I then
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looked at the Automatic Writer to see that she was
starting to connect with the man. He then went on
to say say that he tried to warn the girls
not to use the board, but they didn't see his signs.
In the back of the house, I heard one of
the girls scream. The two girls were with the psychic,
and then I went on to tell the man that
he had to find the light and must leave at once.
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He disagreed. He told us that if he left that
the demon would have more control. I then told him
that if he continued to stay, then the demon would
eventually use him to cause harm to the girls. We
then heard the psychic yelling for the demonic spirit to leave,
and the two girls in the back were screaming and
you could hear things breaking. I then asked the old
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man to leave, but I got no response. The psychic
stopped yelling and the girls stopped screaming. I asked it
again and again no response. On the board, I looked
at the automatic writer and her eyes were rolled in
the back of her head and she would go back
and forth from the letter A to the letter Z.
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The psychic and the girls walked into the room and
the psychic yelled very loudly leave. I turned around to
see my slat circle get broken and the candles that
I had placed were burned out. I then looked at
the automatic writer and she jumped on top of me,
speaking a language I did not understand, a voice that
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wasn't hers. She kept trying to scratch me in the
face and connected. She left gash on my face, tearing skin. Mean.
It hurt more than you can imagine. The psychic then
told me and the girls to hold her down at once,
and I felt as if I was stronger, I had
the strength come over me. So I pried the automatic
Writer off of me and held her arms down while
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both girls held down her legs. The psychic then pulled
out a Bible and started reading a part of it
while flicking holy water on the potomatic writer. The screaming
coming from her was enough to make your ears pop.
She was very difficult to hold down, but I wasn't
letting go after a while and eventually got quiet. A
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mess from the things that were thrown around strewed about
the room, but everything was nice and peaceful. The Automatic
Writer then came back and gave her psychic friend a
big hug. The other two girls gave me a hug
while thanking me, and then gave everyone a hug. Both
me and the Automatic Writer went to the hospital. She
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had a broken arm and a broken wrist, and I
had to get stitches from the scratch she had left.
Months later, we're doing fine. I went back to the
girl's house to see if that man was still there
watching over them, and indeed he still was. He said
that he will continue to take care of them, and
I respect that. I also asked him about how I
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became stronger, and he said, and I quote, I may
have possibly helped you out a little. I just smiled.
After a while, their house did have some other disturbances,
but they eventually stopped, which is normal. Maybe once in
a while I go down to the girl's house to
check on them myself. After the automatic writer healed up,
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she sent me an email thanking me for everything. She said,
though she's going to retire, and you know what, I
guess I can't blame her. The bear submitted by Rene.
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In the early two thousands, I worked as a canoe
guide out of Northern Manitoba. The vast majority of our
clientele were American Scouts and I loved working there. All
the trips were done by floatplanes. We had one island
with a few dozen canoes stashed on it, and from
there we would bring our groups out on various routes
ranging from four days to eight days. We were so
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far north that we could watch the sun set at
eleven pm. I mean, it was awesome to read a
book until ten thirty, and a few hours later you
had a decent chance at watching the Aurora borealis. The
fishing there was phenomenal as well. The mosquitoes would generally
come out between eight and nine pm, so at that
time we make sure that we had our campsite ready
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for the night. We would hear them bouncing off the
walls of our tents for an hour before they went away.
And the scary part didn't really happen on the trail,
it happened at base camp. The base camp was set
up in a small village of maybe six hundred people
and millions of black flies. It was actually quite hilarious
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watching vans or busloads of scouts arriving and being greeted
by the swarms of them. They were almost doing the
Macarina dance while swatting at those pesky bugs, and the
bugs were so thick that it looked like you were
looking through a screes when they were out. Anyway, one
day we got more crews arriving on base than normal,
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two or three crews getting off the water and two
groups arriving. We basically had more crews than cabins, and
we had no choice but to make the outgoing groups
sleep in tents, while the ones getting off the water
would have the cabins and have access to the showers.
Despite all of our safety talks and telling the guests
that they should never have food in their tents, they
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basically ignored us, or didn't listen properly, or just didn't care.
That night, kids were going to bed, and a black
bear decided to come in for a visit and was
heading straight for the tents. When I saw the bear,
I quickly took a pot and pan from the kitchen
and ran into the field, banging the pot with the
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pan and yelling for it to go away, get out,
get lost. I kept my arms over my head to
try to make myself look bigger. The giant black fur
ball was not impressed and seemed mostly annoyed by me.
He stopped, turned in my direction, then started swaying his
head from side to side, and proceeded to tap the
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ground and then started to bolt straight towards my direction.
He probably covered half the length of a football field
in three seconds, and all I could think was tried
to hit its muzzle with the pott and pan, while
also thinking that I was too young to die. When
he got about eight or ten feet from me, he
abruptly stopped running, sat down, and stared at me for
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almost five or ten seconds. I was scared shitless and
still holding the potten pan over my had to make
myself look big. This bear sat less than ten feet
away from me. Then he tilted his head sideways and
looked back at me. I think he was looking at
me and saying in his head, well do you think
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you are asshole? Then he slowly got up, lifted his
giant paw and swatted at the ground. He sent a
giant piece of sod flying about ten feet and I
got his message loud and clear, don't mess with me.
He then slowly walked towards the main lodge, got up
on the deck and sniffed around the building for a
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minute or so, and then he went back into the woods.
When he was in the bush, I was still standing there,
arms above my head in the field, telling myself that
that would be the last time I would ever do
something like that. When I looked over at the tents
with dozens of kids and scout leaders looking at me.
I just said, loudly and angrily, any food or anything
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that smells sweet is to come out of your tents now.
I then proceeded to say, quietly, almost to myself, the
bear comes back. Don't expect me to do what I
just did again. I didn't know if they heard my
last words, but I intended to stand by them, and
that's what I did. A piece of Hell Escaped submitted
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by Moo Fox. For a long time, I'd be seeing
this strange woman no matter where I went, and I
quickly gained knowledge about the paranormal and supernatural, and seeing
that woman became a little bit more rare. My grandmother
then told me that most of us in the family
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had seen these beings, but just stayed in silence so
that we kids wouldn't be curious than scared. Years later,
my parents decided to break up because of some issues,
so from time to time I would visit my mother,
who lived with her parents in another place in the city,
far from my father's house. The place was different beside
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our house, which was a ground where many children could play,
and I can say It was the start of my
exposure to the outside world. There was this season for
us children that we called spider fighting, like roosters fighting,
but spiders were used instead. We waited for the afternoon
or evening to go to hunt for spiders that were
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suitable for fighting, because, as they say, specific spiders come
out during late hours. Our neighbors, a little bit older
than us, told us that there was a type of
spider that lived in the cornfields that was superior to
any other kind and could be located at the base
of the hills near our houses, which had cornfields owned
by farmers living there. My friends and I decided to
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see each other later one night, after the rain poured,
we were going to head to the hills, and after
finalizing our plan, they warned us to not go beyond
the cornfields, especially on rainy days. That was quite the
weird statement, but we decided not to ask why because
all we could think of was spiders. It was around
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to eight in the evening and our parents gave us
permission to do our escapade. Because we lived in a
compound like place, most houses were close to the other
and we all knew our neighbors. It was either our grandfathers, fathers,
or uncles. They were all colleagues. There were seven of
us and only two broad flashlights, so we decided to
split up into two groups. We consisted of four, while
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the three remaining started far from us. Before we started,
the farmers told us to stay in the cornfields as
permitted and never go beyond it because of the rainy days.
We asked why, and they told us that the light
outside their houses reached only where the cornfields were being growing.
Kids that knew scary stuff, it was easily understood. Minutes
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passed of walking and searching through the cornfields, and we
each caught a spider, and then we looked for the
other group. We saw a light not too bright, but
able to illuminate the surroundings, probably meters away from us.
We headed straight forward, thinking it was our our friends,
still searching for spiders, but the light was not within
the cornfields, but from a large mango tree which was
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next to it. When we were almost up to it,
we heard what sounded like a chain being dragged. As
we reached the moving light, and the sound of these
chains a fireball the size of a basketball floating in
mid air carrying a chain and dragging. The other end
of it came towards us. It was circling around the
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tree like it was looking for something. At first, we
were stunned, and then looked at each other with confused
faces and ran like hell. It was every man for himself.
I just took off on my own, ignoring where my
friends were. I couldn't get myself together with all this
tension and fear, and I finally stopped at the waiting
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place beside our house. It was a shed. The other
group was already there waiting for us, and the two
others in my group were there, sweating and shivering. We
all talked about what we had seen, and some of
our neighbors who had told us about the cornfields were
laughing at us as they told us they had also
encountered what we had seen. They called it Santelmo, also
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known as Saint Elmo's fire. It's said that it comes
from the blood of a murder victim who hasn't received justice,
and as soon as his or her blood, even a
stain is washed away by the rain, that's where and
when the Santelmo appears. We never went back to that place.
My mother said it was a product of my imagination,
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but I know it wasn't. I mean, it's impossible that
a number of us had the same imagination without even
saying what to imagine. But I got over that until
one night years later when I was staying in my
father's house. I was kind of a foolish kid growing up.
I let everybody in the house sleep at night and
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tiptoed my way down the living room to watch television.
I'll describe my living room just so you get a
better idea of what it looks like. On the way
down the stairs were windows which had flower like carvings,
so you really couldn't see the figure on what was outside.
If you turn right, just when you reach the ground,
that was where the television was. To the left was
a door leading to the garden, and on the right
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side of the television was a couch. At the end
of it were transparent windows looking outside. A few inches
away in front of the television was another set of couches.
So I sat down on the couch next to the
TV because I just applied the slightest volume so only
I could hear it and no one would wake up.
Hours later, as I was watching, there was a bright
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orange light outside of the windows on the stairs. Behind
the television is the stairs, and then the windows with
the flower like carvings I mentioned. So I got up,
went to the end of the couch and looked out
the window. There it was again, the fireball they call Sanelmo.
This time there were two of them, but they were
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smaller than the one we had seen years before. They
were right outside our gate, floating and seemed to be
chasing one another. Well, that was it for me. I
switched the television off and went to bed as fast
as I could, and that was the last time that
I saw that being or beings. Only one thing confuses
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me though, I mean, out of the legends about them
true they say once they're disturbed, they'll chase you until
they burn you to ashes. That could just be a
whole bunch of superstitious hogwash, but I'm not volunteering myself
to find out if in fact it is true. I
hope it's not. Hey, Gang, thanks for listening to this episode,
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a monster, or a guy next door.
Hey, campfire crew, Let's get it on the old panel wagon.
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Submitted by Donnie Mack, My story begins in nineteen seventy eight.
I was a young guy just starting to produce live
athletics shows in my city, working with professional athletes who
flew in from all over the country. They needed hotel, accommodations,
and transportation, and I wanted to impress them to make
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them feel comfortable by picking them up in a brand
new car. The only problem was I didn't known one,
and this is where my story truly begins. Several months earlier,
I was introduced to a man named Vince who owned
a handful of new car dealerships in southern Illinois. I
went to him hoping he'd buy a large enough ad
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in my show's program to help offset some of the
costs associated with the show. When our meeting ended, he
was aware of my dilemma and made me a different
kind of deal. He would trade me the use of
a new car for a week in exchange for an
ad and a few complimentary tickets for him and his employees.
It was a trade that benefited both of us. During
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that time, I met one of his young salesmen, a
guy just a few years younger than me, named Gary.
It was his first month at the dealership, and over
the next several weeks, I saw him each time I
went in to finalize our agreement. The night of the show,
I was surprised to see that neither Vince nor Gary
had shown up, nor any of the other employees. It
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was unusual, especially given how much interest they had shown.
Two days later, I went back to return the car
in the atmosphere on the showroom floor was grim. When
I asked to speak to Vincent Gary, I was told
neither of them was in, and that struck me as
very strange. Well, several months passed and I went back
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to the dealership. I wanted to thank them for the
use of the car and ask why they didn't make
the show. Once again, neither of them was in. As
I started to leave, I recognized one of the secretaries
I had worked with when I first came by the dealership.
I explained my confusion about not being able to see
Vincer Gary, and she looked around before leaning in closer
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to tell me the story. The day after I had
picked up the car, an old, gray haired man walked
into the dealership. He wanted to sell his car outright.
Gary happened to be working and explained to him that
they usually only bought cars that were being traded in.
The vehicle he had was a vintage paneled station wagon,
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a classic, but nothing the dealership would ever offer money for.
But Gary felt a pull towards it. He wanted to
restore it himself, Going against company policy. Gary offered the
man three hundred dollars and the man agreed. They worked
out the details, the title was signed, and the old
man went on his way. Gary took the car and
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parked it behind the dealership, telling Vince the next day
that he'd liked to keep it and have the money
taken out of his paycheck. Vince agreed. Gary also told
Vince he had never felt so uneasy since taking the
car salesman job as he did with this guy. The
car sat there for three months until one day the
police showed up. They asked to speak to the owner
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about the old car in the back of the lot,
and Vince directed them to Gary. Detectives grilled Gary for
over an hour. A tow truck and a crime scene
unit arrived, and men in white suits and blue gloves
began taking pictures of the car from every angle, inside
and out. They even took carpet fiber samples. After the
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police took the car away, the dealership didn't hear anything
for weeks because the title had been signed and transferred
to the dealership. The police came back to speak with
Vincent Garry once again. They said that they'd been looking
for that car for two years. When Vince pressed them
for more information, the detectives looked at one another, then
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looked at Vince Garry and told them the car belonged
to John Wayne Gacy and it was believed to have
been one of the cars he'd used during his reign
of murders. The secretary finished her story by saying that
Vince could no longer work at that particular dealership, only
at his others. As for Gary, she said he outright quit.
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The weight of what he had so innocently acquired was
just too heavy for him to bear. Two girls, one demon.
Submitted by playdo Master. I've been helping people with the
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Wija board for many years, advising them what to do
and what not to do. Some people really don't understand that.
They think if they use the board something fun will happen.
It can, but it's very rare. Checking my Wiga support email,
one day I came across one from a very scared
person who told me they thought they had a demon.
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They told me that they had a ghost in the house,
but it was a friendly one one. They all quite enjoyed.
The people that live in the small house with a
friendly ghost were two sisters, both in their twenties. One night,
they had a friend stay the night and she had
brought with her a wija board. They started using it
to contact their ghost friend and were successful. After that
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one occasion, they started making homemade boards, using them to
talk to their ghost friend and then throw them away
in the trash, and the next couple of days just
make another one. That right there is not only a
no no, but has to be one of the biggest
no nos in no no history. After that, they said
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that they would come home to their place trashed, they
would see things in the corner of their eyes. And
then one of the girls was attacked while in the shower.
She said she was taking a shower when all of
a sudden, this instant pain went right down her back,
and when she asked her sister to look at it.
She had four large scratch marks going down her back.
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She included pictures of the scratches in her email, and yes,
indeed they were quite large. I normally are hardly ever
help people after they use the board, but on this
particular occasion, I believe they needed it more than ever.
I also then found out out that I wasn't the
first person that they'd contacted. They also spoke with a
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local psychic who is what I call an automatic writer,
which basically means she can contact the dead through writing
something on paper or through the wigiboard. I was also
told that this psychic lady had recommended me. They wanted
me and the psychic to meet at their house. Luckily,
they only lived a few miles down the road from me,
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and I drove there while the automatic writer and her friend,
who was also a psychic, were scanning the house. Her
friend was also a psychic that can sometimes see and
talk to ghosts directly, as well as feel their emotions
an EmPATH. The two girls who lived in the house
were outside, which is probably where the psychic told them
to be, because you're supposed to let the psychic figure
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out things about what's going on for themselves. The girls
welcomed me, and shortly after the two psychics walked outside,
one in tears. The mpath who sees and feels the ghost,
said that the friendly ghost is a man who used
to live in the house by himself. Even though he
was a successful man, he was alone and his loneliness
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drove him to kill himself. The psychic said that even
though he was still alone, he still felt happier because
the two girls had moved in, but after they used
the board, it brought up an evil spirit that then
started abusing the poor man. She said that what she
wanted to do was while she went from room to
room trying to purify each one, she wanted me and
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the Automatic Writer to help the good ghost escape from
the demon's clutches. We all got things set up, and
I had just gotten about everything I needed so that
I would only be addressing the friendly ghost and not
the demonic one. We started by asking if it was
a good spirit. The Planchett went to yes. I then
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looked at the Automatic Writer to see that she was
starting to connect with the man. He then went on
to say say that he tried to warn the girls
not to use the board, but they didn't see his signs.
In the back of the house, I heard one of
the girls scream. The two girls were with the psychic,
and then I went on to tell the man that
he had to find the light and must leave at once.
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He disagreed. He told us that if he left that
the demon would have more control. I then told him
that if he continued to stay, then the demon would
eventually use him to cause harm to the girls. We
then heard the psychic yelling for the demonic spirit to leave,
and the two girls in the back were screaming and
you could hear things breaking. I then asked the old
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man to leave, but I got no response. The psychic
stopped yelling and the girls stopped screaming. I asked it
again and again no response. On the board, I looked
at the automatic writer and her eyes were rolled in
the back of her head and she would go back
and forth from the letter A to the letter Z.
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The psychic and the girls walked into the room and
the psychic yelled very loudly leave. I turned around to
see my slat circle get broken and the candles that
I had placed were burned out. I then looked at
the automatic writer and she jumped on top of me,
speaking a language I did not understand, a voice that
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wasn't hers. She kept trying to scratch me in the
face and connected. She left gash on my face, tearing skin. Mean.
It hurt more than you can imagine. The psychic then
told me and the girls to hold her down at once,
and I felt as if I was stronger, I had
the strength come over me. So I pried the automatic
Writer off of me and held her arms down while
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both girls held down her legs. The psychic then pulled
out a Bible and started reading a part of it
while flicking holy water on the potomatic writer. The screaming
coming from her was enough to make your ears pop.
She was very difficult to hold down, but I wasn't
letting go after a while and eventually got quiet. A
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mess from the things that were thrown around strewed about
the room, but everything was nice and peaceful. The Automatic
Writer then came back and gave her psychic friend a
big hug. The other two girls gave me a hug
while thanking me, and then gave everyone a hug. Both
me and the Automatic Writer went to the hospital. She
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had a broken arm and a broken wrist, and I
had to get stitches from the scratch she had left.
Months later, we're doing fine. I went back to the
girl's house to see if that man was still there
watching over them, and indeed he still was. He said
that he will continue to take care of them, and
I respect that. I also asked him about how I
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became stronger, and he said, and I quote, I may
have possibly helped you out a little. I just smiled.
After a while, their house did have some other disturbances,
but they eventually stopped, which is normal. Maybe once in
a while I go down to the girl's house to
check on them myself. After the automatic writer healed up,
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she sent me an email thanking me for everything. She said,
though she's going to retire, and you know what, I
guess I can't blame her. The bear submitted by Rene.
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In the early two thousands, I worked as a canoe
guide out of Northern Manitoba. The vast majority of our
clientele were American Scouts and I loved working there. All
the trips were done by floatplanes. We had one island
with a few dozen canoes stashed on it, and from
there we would bring our groups out on various routes
ranging from four days to eight days. We were so
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far north that we could watch the sun set at
eleven pm. I mean, it was awesome to read a
book until ten thirty, and a few hours later you
had a decent chance at watching the Aurora borealis. The
fishing there was phenomenal as well. The mosquitoes would generally
come out between eight and nine pm, so at that
time we make sure that we had our campsite ready
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for the night. We would hear them bouncing off the
walls of our tents for an hour before they went away.
And the scary part didn't really happen on the trail,
it happened at base camp. The base camp was set
up in a small village of maybe six hundred people
and millions of black flies. It was actually quite hilarious
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watching vans or busloads of scouts arriving and being greeted
by the swarms of them. They were almost doing the
Macarina dance while swatting at those pesky bugs, and the
bugs were so thick that it looked like you were
looking through a screes when they were out. Anyway, one
day we got more crews arriving on base than normal,
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two or three crews getting off the water and two
groups arriving. We basically had more crews than cabins, and
we had no choice but to make the outgoing groups
sleep in tents, while the ones getting off the water
would have the cabins and have access to the showers.
Despite all of our safety talks and telling the guests
that they should never have food in their tents, they
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basically ignored us, or didn't listen properly, or just didn't care.
That night, kids were going to bed, and a black
bear decided to come in for a visit and was
heading straight for the tents. When I saw the bear,
I quickly took a pot and pan from the kitchen
and ran into the field, banging the pot with the
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pan and yelling for it to go away, get out,
get lost. I kept my arms over my head to
try to make myself look bigger. The giant black fur
ball was not impressed and seemed mostly annoyed by me.
He stopped, turned in my direction, then started swaying his
head from side to side, and proceeded to tap the
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ground and then started to bolt straight towards my direction.
He probably covered half the length of a football field
in three seconds, and all I could think was tried
to hit its muzzle with the pott and pan, while
also thinking that I was too young to die. When
he got about eight or ten feet from me, he
abruptly stopped running, sat down, and stared at me for
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almost five or ten seconds. I was scared shitless and
still holding the potten pan over my had to make
myself look big. This bear sat less than ten feet
away from me. Then he tilted his head sideways and
looked back at me. I think he was looking at
me and saying in his head, well do you think
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you are asshole? Then he slowly got up, lifted his
giant paw and swatted at the ground. He sent a
giant piece of sod flying about ten feet and I
got his message loud and clear, don't mess with me.
He then slowly walked towards the main lodge, got up
on the deck and sniffed around the building for a
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minute or so, and then he went back into the woods.
When he was in the bush, I was still standing there,
arms above my head in the field, telling myself that
that would be the last time I would ever do
something like that. When I looked over at the tents
with dozens of kids and scout leaders looking at me.
I just said, loudly and angrily, any food or anything
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that smells sweet is to come out of your tents now.
I then proceeded to say, quietly, almost to myself, the
bear comes back. Don't expect me to do what I
just did again. I didn't know if they heard my
last words, but I intended to stand by them, and
that's what I did. A piece of Hell Escaped submitted
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by Moo Fox. For a long time, I'd be seeing
this strange woman no matter where I went, and I
quickly gained knowledge about the paranormal and supernatural, and seeing
that woman became a little bit more rare. My grandmother
then told me that most of us in the family
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had seen these beings, but just stayed in silence so
that we kids wouldn't be curious than scared. Years later,
my parents decided to break up because of some issues,
so from time to time I would visit my mother,
who lived with her parents in another place in the city,
far from my father's house. The place was different beside
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our house, which was a ground where many children could play,
and I can say It was the start of my
exposure to the outside world. There was this season for
us children that we called spider fighting, like roosters fighting,
but spiders were used instead. We waited for the afternoon
or evening to go to hunt for spiders that were
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suitable for fighting, because, as they say, specific spiders come
out during late hours. Our neighbors, a little bit older
than us, told us that there was a type of
spider that lived in the cornfields that was superior to
any other kind and could be located at the base
of the hills near our houses, which had cornfields owned
by farmers living there. My friends and I decided to
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see each other later one night, after the rain poured,
we were going to head to the hills, and after
finalizing our plan, they warned us to not go beyond
the cornfields, especially on rainy days. That was quite the
weird statement, but we decided not to ask why because
all we could think of was spiders. It was around
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to eight in the evening and our parents gave us
permission to do our escapade. Because we lived in a
compound like place, most houses were close to the other
and we all knew our neighbors. It was either our grandfathers, fathers,
or uncles. They were all colleagues. There were seven of
us and only two broad flashlights, so we decided to
split up into two groups. We consisted of four, while
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the three remaining started far from us. Before we started,
the farmers told us to stay in the cornfields as
permitted and never go beyond it because of the rainy days.
We asked why, and they told us that the light
outside their houses reached only where the cornfields were being growing.
Kids that knew scary stuff, it was easily understood. Minutes
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passed of walking and searching through the cornfields, and we
each caught a spider, and then we looked for the
other group. We saw a light not too bright, but
able to illuminate the surroundings, probably meters away from us.
We headed straight forward, thinking it was our our friends,
still searching for spiders, but the light was not within
the cornfields, but from a large mango tree which was
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next to it. When we were almost up to it,
we heard what sounded like a chain being dragged. As
we reached the moving light, and the sound of these
chains a fireball the size of a basketball floating in
mid air carrying a chain and dragging. The other end
of it came towards us. It was circling around the
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tree like it was looking for something. At first, we
were stunned, and then looked at each other with confused
faces and ran like hell. It was every man for himself.
I just took off on my own, ignoring where my
friends were. I couldn't get myself together with all this
tension and fear, and I finally stopped at the waiting
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place beside our house. It was a shed. The other
group was already there waiting for us, and the two
others in my group were there, sweating and shivering. We
all talked about what we had seen, and some of
our neighbors who had told us about the cornfields were
laughing at us as they told us they had also
encountered what we had seen. They called it Santelmo, also
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known as Saint Elmo's fire. It's said that it comes
from the blood of a murder victim who hasn't received justice,
and as soon as his or her blood, even a
stain is washed away by the rain, that's where and
when the Santelmo appears. We never went back to that place.
My mother said it was a product of my imagination,
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but I know it wasn't. I mean, it's impossible that
a number of us had the same imagination without even
saying what to imagine. But I got over that until
one night years later when I was staying in my
father's house. I was kind of a foolish kid growing up.
I let everybody in the house sleep at night and
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tiptoed my way down the living room to watch television.
I'll describe my living room just so you get a
better idea of what it looks like. On the way
down the stairs were windows which had flower like carvings,
so you really couldn't see the figure on what was outside.
If you turn right, just when you reach the ground,
that was where the television was. To the left was
a door leading to the garden, and on the right
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side of the television was a couch. At the end
of it were transparent windows looking outside. A few inches
away in front of the television was another set of couches.
So I sat down on the couch next to the
TV because I just applied the slightest volume so only
I could hear it and no one would wake up.
Hours later, as I was watching, there was a bright
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orange light outside of the windows on the stairs. Behind
the television is the stairs, and then the windows with
the flower like carvings I mentioned. So I got up,
went to the end of the couch and looked out
the window. There it was again, the fireball they call Sanelmo.
This time there were two of them, but they were
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smaller than the one we had seen years before. They
were right outside our gate, floating and seemed to be
chasing one another. Well, that was it for me. I
switched the television off and went to bed as fast
as I could, and that was the last time that
I saw that being or beings. Only one thing confuses
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me though, I mean, out of the legends about them
true they say once they're disturbed, they'll chase you until
they burn you to ashes. That could just be a
whole bunch of superstitious hogwash, but I'm not volunteering myself
to find out if in fact it is true. I
hope it's not. Hey, Gang, thanks for listening to this episode,
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and especially so thanks to all of the people who
sent in stories for me to share with you this time.
I love when subscribers and listeners send their stuff in.
That's what this podcast is all about I really appreciate it,
and it's been quite a while since I've done an
entirely listener supported episode. If you have a true scary
story of any nature that you'd like me to narrate,
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and until next time, be wary of things that go
bump in the night. It could be anything a ghost,
a monster, or a guy next door.
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