True Scary Stories From The Vault 6

In this episode, hear about creepy kids with chilling intentions, unsettling run-ins with shadowy figures, and a brush with death at the hands of dangerous people—these true stories prove that sometimes the scariest moments aren’t imagined, they’re survived.

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:02):
Hey, campfire crew, let's get it on election time. Back

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in twenty twelve, there was a lot of buzz surrounding
the US presidential election, and as a senior in high school,
I didn't have a whole lot going on in life,
so I decided to join our local campaign office to
help gather voter information and inform our city about our candidates.
Plus they paid pretty well, and that was a big
thing for me as a high school student. While a

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large part of the job was phone banking and events staffing,
the brunt of the work was canvassing on foot, door
to door throughout the neighborhoods. Anyway, on one of these
days nearing election day, we had to kick it into
gear and knock on as many doors as possible as
quickly as possible. The most populated areas of town were

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usually hit first, so near the end we were only
left with the outskirts and the sketchy parts of town,
such as the trailer parks. This all happened to occur
in one of the trailer park neighborhoods a little past
nine p m. It was pretty dark out and although
we were supposed to head back to the office and
we weren't supposed to ring any more door bells after nine.

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I only had a handful of names left on my
canvassing sheet, so I decided to hit them up on
my way back to my car. We were encouraged to
make round trips, starting and ending where we had parked.
It was pretty dark out and I was painfully tired
after trotting through the cold early November air for the
last five hours. I stopped at one of the trailers,

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and these things aren't what you'd expect when you think
of a trailer. They're actually fairly large and pretty decent,
about the size and quality of a small two bedroom house.
I stopped and knocked. The first thing I noticed was
the smell of this specific place. It was a stomach
churning reek of sewage and roadkill, and I knocked, trying

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to collect myself and get over the smell before they
came to the door, and as I waited, I casually
glanced in the window. It may sound like a creeper
thing to do, but literally every canvas we worked with
admitted to doing it. It was somewhat a curiosity thing,
and it was neat trying to guess what someone's personality
was like based on their furniture and whatnot. The strange

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thing was that there was literally no furniture in there.
The kitchen was barren, and the only thing in the
trailer was around a dozen containers of bleach. What was
even more strange was that all of their lights were
on and their driveway was full, so they had to
be home. But still I got no answer. I don't

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know what it was, but the place just gave me
an incredibly uncomfortable vibe. I assumed that they were probably
just busy or ignoring me, so after about a minute
of waiting, I listed them as unavailable and started moving
to the next trailer. As I was walking away, I
heard the sound of the door open, so I halted

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and turned back towards it. A chubby man with a
wife beater and jeans opened the door, and the first
thing that I noticed about him was that he looked
absolutely filthy, like he hadn't showered in weeks. His little
hairy head was crusted with grease and his face was
blackened with grime. His shirt had deep sweat stains all

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along the sides, and his jeans were covered in bleach stains.
And he had a ton of brown splattered stains covering
his shirt. I didn't think much about it at the time,
since after months of knocking on doors, I had seen
all walks of life, from people answering the door naked,
to people that were so dirty and smelled so much
like feces and I had to hold back gags when

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speaking with them. The other thing I noticed when I
approached the door was that behind the man was a
huge pile of bleached, ripped out brown carpeting. Again, I
was pretty tired at that point and hadn't gotten much
sleep in a few days prior, so I didn't make
too much of it. I was just ready to get
it over with and hit up the next place. The

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first thing the guy said was just who the hell
are you? Judging from his voice in the way he
was standing, it was very obvious that he had been
drinking quite a bit. I started my script, introduced myself
and why I was there, and I asked if Sarah,
none name the address was listed under, was there. He

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just chuckled and said nope. I asked if he was
her husband or related to her, and he replied with
a snicker, Eh, yeah, sure, Sarah, and I go way back. Finally,
I asked if she was going to be home in
the next few days, and what he said made the
hair on the back of my neck stand up. He

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chuckled again and said, I don't think Sarah will be
coming back. At that point, I was thinking that the
guy was either just incredibly creepy, a murderer, or the
two recently got out of a breakup or something. I'm
generally a pretty rational person, so I figured it was
likely the latter, and I was probably just overreacting. I

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thanked him for his time and started to leave, but
he asked if I wanted to come in and enjoy
a beer. I wasn't of age yet and we were
under no circumstances supposed to enter anyone's home, so I
declined and thanked him for the offer, but he persisted.
He then said that he had soda inside. Again I

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politely declined. He asked what my favorite soda was and
said that he probably had it. I was just creeped
out and didn't know what to say. He said he
also had tea or coffee if i'd like that instead,
and then I remembered I saw his kitchen. It was
completely barren, aside from the bleach bottles, so there wasn't

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a coffee machine or soda or anything like that to
be found. Again, I said nothing and just stood there uncomfortably.
He then said, how about you just come in for
a few minutes to chat. I was really creeped out
by the fact that he was trying so hard to
get me to go into his or technically Sarah's trailer.

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I refused once again, explaining that our policy didn't allow
us to go into people's homes and that I still
had other people left on my list to talk to.
He still didn't let down, saying that nobody has to
know and that it was pretty late and I was
welcome to spend the night there. I was really freaked

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out at that point and refused again, so he just said, well,
how about I drive you home and we can chat
on the way. I turned around and started walking away,
saying behind me, I'm really sorry, I have to go.
He followed me off his porch and I picked up
the pace. He got in his truck and drove down

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the dirt road right next to me, even though I
was almost running at that point. He rolled down the
window and started yelling that he just wanted to talk
and was asking me to get in and to let
him drive me home. I immediately turned around and sprinted
in the other direction toward my car. I got in
and saw his headlights drive past me, likely still looking

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to see where I went. Once he was a good
distance away, I turned on my car, got on the road,
and floored it, going probably close to ninety miles an
hour in a thirty five mile an hour road. The
entire time I was driving, I was trying to catch
my breath in between hyperventilating and trying to push back tears.

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I didn't bother stopping by the office and drove straight home.
I didn't tell anyone about what had happened to me
for a few days, and I had never been more
relieved to see my parents. I also didn't show up
for work the next few days, which I still feel
bad about, since it was the time they needed me most.
I considered going to the police with it every day

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for the next week, but somehow I always talked myself
out of it every time, mostly because I didn't want
to get involved in it and I didn't want to
get brought in for questioning. After about a week, I
realized it would probably be the right thing to do,
but by that point I figured he was probably gone
and going to the police probably wouldn't get a whole

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lot done anyway, But now I regret not going to
the police at any time. Every single day for the
next month or so, I would watch the news and
read the paper looking to see if there was any
news about Sarah or the guy that I saw at
her trailer, but since it was literally less than a
week from election day, that was pretty much all I

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ended up reading about and seeing. Anyway. The funny thing
is is that after the incident, I realized how fragile
life really is, so it helped me to get over
my deep depression and convinced me to leave my toxic
significant other. At the time, I guess a bit of
good did come out of it in a strange way,

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but still to this day, I'm terrified of trailer parks
and knocking on strangers doors. I don't think that I'm
going to be helping out much this next election cycle.
The kid came back. It was a Friday morning, the

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day before school had ended for me, and I decided
that just for the hell of it, I would stay
up until three o'clock on Reddit. I woke up feeling
st about five minutes before it happened. My eight year
old sister was asleep and both my parents were running errands.
I got out of bed and brushed my teeth, and

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right as I finished, the doorbell rang. I went downstairs
and opened the door, only to find a small Indian
kid older than six years old, with a demented look
on his face. He had two little toys, one in
each hand. I asked him what was wrong, but instead
of answering, he just tried to push his way past

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me into the house. I gently nudged him back outside,
but he kept trying to come in, so, not knowing
what to do, I just closed the door on him.
And then the doorbell started ringing again. I ignored it
for about three minutes, but it kept ringing, so I
opened the door again. The second the door opened, the

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kids sprinted into the house, passed me. He said himself
down in the kitchen and started playing with the two
toys he had brought. I had no idea what the
fuck I was supposed to do in that situation, so
I just called the police. While I waited for them
to come, the kid was wandering around my house, turning
light switches on and off, unlocking and re locking various doors,

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and wandering into various rooms. The police finally came. They
struggled to get the kid into their car to take
him back to the station and find his parents. They
did find the parents and were informed that the kid
was extremely autistic and that he had snuck out of
his house before. Okay, whatever, I told my parents, and

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they talked to his parents, and his parents were nice
and everything was taken care of, or so I thought.
I went to bed a round eleven, only to wake
up due to a nightmare about that kid that in
my brain was telling me that it was piss time.
So I got out of bed and walked into the hallway,
and at the end of the dark hallway, I saw

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the Indian kid walking up stairs with the same exact
toys in his hand. The second he saw me, he
made a strange moaning noise, and then I thought I
saw him drop something. Then he ran back downstairs. I
heard the front door close, and after waiting five minutes,
I ran downstairs, locked the door, ran back upstairs, and

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then realized I had pissed myself. I woke up my
parents and told them what happened, but they just said
it was all a bad dream. In the morning, our
phone rang. When I picked it up, it was the
parents of the little Indian kid, saying that he wanted
to talk to me. He got on the phone with

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the mom in the background saying that it was the
first time that she'd ever heard him say anything to
any one. All he asked me, though, was if he
left the toy truck in my house that he had
dropped the night before dodged a bullet. This happened to

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my mom in the early eighties. My mom grew up
in a small town close to the British Columbia Alberta
border called Golden. When she was about ten, my great
Auntie used to take my mom to have a pop
once a week or a month. Anyway, my Auntie had
got my mom this day and they were walking to

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get a pop and a man named John Dixon pulled
up in his truck and started talking to my aunt.
My aunt knew him, which isn't surprising. Golden is a
really small town. So my aunt opened the door and
sat in the truck and talked with him. After a
few minutes. She said she had to go because she
had promised to take my mom to go get her pop,

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and John insisted that he gets them a ride. My
aunt also insisted that they didn't need one. John then asked,
in what my mom says was the creepiest tone ever,
are you sure I'll give you the ride of your life?
And my aunt still insisted no, So they said goodbye

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and went their separate ways. John then drove out to
another side of town, forced a young woman whose card
broken down on the side of the road into his truck.
Then he drove back through town out to the other
side and took the woman up into the mountains and
shot her. My brother's dad and grandpa found her body.

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Nothing may have happened to my mom or aunt, but
it still scared my mom that they were talking to
him that day and he could have easily pulled my
aunt into his truck, closed the door, and sped off.

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Strange and creepy kid. I went to college in New
Orleans a couple of years before Hurricane Katrina. I was
a senior when it hit. During my first year, I
had no car, so I had to take the bus everywhere.
One afternoon, I went shopping in a not so great

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part of town, New Orleans East. Not particularly bad, but
kind of poor and a little seedy. Even though I
was a young woman walking around the city alone, I
never really felt unsafe. Well that was about to change.
I had a couple of shopping bags and was waiting
at the bus stop, ready to go back to the dorm.

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At that time of day, that was a fairly desolate
stretch of road. There were two buses that passed by
that stop, but only every hour at the most. I
had a bit of a wait ahead of me. The
stop was near a levee, which is a dirt embankment
meant to keep the water from the lake and river
out of the city. The things that broke when Katrina

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hit behind the levee were only train tracks and water,
and pretty much as I was standing on a deserted
road in a crummy part of town with nothing but water,
pavement and railroad tracks, I felt okay. Though I had
my cell phone. It was still light and the bus
would be along eventually, so I waited and waited and waited.

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No bus. Then I heard a voice behind me. I
turned and saw a boy coming over the levee. And
walked towards me. He was about ten, so I wasn't
really leery of him, as I would have been of
a grown man that was a good foot taller than
he was. At least, I didn't know where he'd come from,
as there weren't any houses anywhere near the direction he'd

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come from. Just railroad tracks and a big lake were
all that were over there. And he wasn't waiting on
the bus. He came up to me and started asking
what was in my bags and if i'd show him
and little kid. I guess I'm kind of strange. I
tried to brush him off and ignore him, but it
didn't work. He started grabbing for the bags and began

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being more insistent that i'd give him something. I didn't
have anything that would interest a kid, just some clothes
and groceries, but he refused to leave. Though then it
got creepy. He started to grab it me, not the bags.
He started rubbing his hips against my leg and tried

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to hug me and dry hump me. I was thoroughly
grossed out and tried to walk away, and he walked
with me and tried to jump up and kiss me. Ah.
I mean, he was a kid, but this was way
too sexual of behavior for a kid, I mean too
sexual for anyone. At a bus stop, I looked around

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for anyone who could help, but there wasn't anyone, and
I could have walked back to the store, but then
I knew I'd missed the bus. I decided to just
walk down the road to the next stop, hoping the
kid would go back home or wherever it was he
came from. That's when he decided to grab me again
by the arm and tried to pull me up the levee.

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That pushed him off. Me loath to touch him. He
was sticky, as kids tend to be, and sweaty. Plus
he was a creeper, but then again, still a kid.
I was bigger than he was and I didn't want
to hurt him. He told me that I should come
to his house, which was apparently on the other side
of the levee, as he pointed, I don't think so, kid.

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No one builds a house on the water side of
the levee. I mean they're built to keep the water
away from the houses. He couldn't possibly have lived on
the other side of it. I wasn't going anywhere with
this kid. So I just kept walking. He followed me,
still insisting that I come to his house. He said
that no one was home and there was a bed

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and we could have sex. What I was nineteen at
the time, and he looked to me about ten. Luckily,
my boyfriend called my cell phone, and the kid seemed
to take that a little more seriously than my method
of shoving and yelling at him. Good. I was just
about ready to hurt him just to get away. I

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stayed on the phone with my boyfriend and told him
what the kid was doing. And I don't know why
it never occurred to me to call the cops. I
guess because it was New Orleans and cops usually don't
show up too quickly unless it's the quarter. The kid
ran back up on the levee, back where he'd come from,
and disappeared. I walked down to the next bus stop,

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maybe about a quarter of a mile from the original stop,
and as I waited, praying a bus would come soon,
I heard rocks hitting the pavement. I turned and saw
the kid crouching on top of the levee, throwing rocks
at me. I'd been annoyed and creeped out before, but
this was starting to actually get dangerous. I mean, they

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were good sized rocks and they were sharp. A few
minutes later, the bus came and I got on. It
wasn't the right one, but I didn't care at that point.
I took a ride to the casino about a mile
or two down the road, where the driver let me
get a transfer to the right bus. I made it
back to my dorm room and never went back to

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that part of town alone again. I kind of wonder
what the deal was, though. I don't know if the
kid had issues or what would have happened had I
gone with him to this house on the other side
of the levee. For all I know, there could have
been a group of guys back there using this kid
to lure me out of sight so that they could
do god knows what to me. Shadow man. I saw

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a shadow person. I didn't know that's what it was
called until much later. And I was living in a
house in Laguna Beach that had been there since the
nineteen twenties. In its history, it had been as speakeasy,
a brothel, and a house for smuggling illegal immigrants. One day,
my new wife and I were having an argument. I

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can't even recall what it was about. But she walked
down the block to get a cup of coffee and
cool off, and I was left alone in the house.
The way the place had been built was incredibly haphazard.
There was a bedroom and a living room on one side,
and a bathroom with two entrances on the other side.
And on the other side of the bathroom was a

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hallway that had windows on one side and two bedrooms
on the other. From my bedroom, I could look across
the hall into the bathroom, then through the bathroom and
down the other hall. I was standing at my dresser
and I noticed movement out of the corner of my
eye and looked over there there was, and, honest to God,
gives me goosebumps just saying this seventeen years later, a

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black figure. It was maybe three feet tall, and it
was only vaguely humanoid. It looked like black scribbles, like
someone scribbled a human shape, but the scribbles moved like
electricity arcing. I mean, that's the best way I can
describe it. There was no sound that I could remember,
but I distinctly remember when I saw it. I wasn't afraid.

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I was more just like what the fuck and it
noticed me looking at it. I can't say that. It
turned around and it just focused on me. I guess
then I got scared. I didn't move, I didn't scream,
I didn't do anything. I was just frozen because this
thing just fucking came at me. It rushed down the

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hall towards me, and I have no idea what it intended,
but as soon as it entered the bathroom, the door
closest to me just slammed shut on it. Then I screamed.
I yelled for my wife, but remembered she wasn't home.
I went outside into the daylight and didn't go back
in until she got home about ten minutes later. I

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don't believe in ghosts. I don't believe I saw something supernatural,
but I know I saw something, and I don't know
what it was. Uncle Jose. This isn't my own personal story,

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but it's a story my mom told me once after
we binged watched Unsolved Mysteries together. I hadn't been born
when this happened, and it was about ten when she
told me the story, and it still sticks with me.
Way back in the eighties, my mom and her ex
husband met a guy at his salesperson job, he became
pretty good friends with this guy. His name was Jose.

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They were friends for quite some time before this incident occurred.
Jose had by this time become very close with the
whole family, so naturally my older brothers knew him and
they were all comfortable being alone with him. He would
go out with my mom and her husband on Fridays
for pizza. He would tuck my brothers into bed with
my mom, and just normal things your dad's friends would do.

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As an uncle type figure, my mom said he was
always very respectful and caring. He was a gentlemanly type
of guy. She said that he seemed like he wouldn't
ever hurt a fly, but unfortunately she was completely wrong.
It turns out Jose was an extremely jealous person and

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heavily addicted to cocaine. He constantly fought with his girlfriend Mary,
and she finally got fed up and decided to leave
when she suspected of him being involved with drugs. He
wasn't in the least bit okay, with that being that,
he was one of those kinds of people that was
of the mind, if I can't have you you, then
nobody can. So he told her she couldn't leave, and

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things got physical. Things escalated further and he murdered her. First,
he beat her with a bat and he gave her
something called an Italian necktie that as he repeatedly stabbed
her in the neck. He left the apartment and waited
for a few hours before he decided to go to
his father's house and confess. His confession was terminae ah

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mary or in English, I finished Mary off. My mom
found out a few days later from his brother and
was just completely floored. I mean, this gentleman who tucked
my brothers into bed and was just an all around
nice and helpful guy had murdered his girlfriend in cold blood.

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What chills me to the bone is that he really
was just crazy and hiding it so well, even with
his drug use. When he killed his girlfriend, there was
no alcohol or drugs in his system, and he didn't
even know that he had stabbed her in the beginning.
During the trial, he was put on hypnosis to better
understand what was going on in his head because he

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didn't even know. But needless to say, after that, my
mom was always cautious of everyone growing up. She always
told me, always remember that you never really know someone.
Most people don't even know themselves. And it's true, man,
you never really know a person. I do believe Uncle

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Jose is no longer incarcerated. But anyway, to this nice
guy who was secretly a crazy, drug addicted, jealous murderer,
I hope you never meet my family again. Something in

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the snow As a frame of reference. Buddy of mine
and I have been friends since high school, but this
experience only came to light several months ago after he
experienced his situation and told me about it. The conversation
happened over instant messenger. I now live in California. I
remember it was some ridiculous hour for both of us

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because he lives in Oxford, England now. At the time
of this event, he was visiting a family member, his uncle,
I think about twenty kilometers northeast of Coburn, Ontario. That's
relevant only because it means he was demonstrably out in
the sticks. As he put it, his uncle owned a
nice house and a large plot of land, but he

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didn't work it like his neighbors. This was farmland, but
he was the owner of a small construction company and
had done well enough to own a lot of acreage
without the need to do anything productive with it. He
kept a parcel of it around the house, well manicured,
but beyond that there was a lot of bush that
was wild, stretching over a click in any direction. And

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from the house you apparently got to his place by
heading up one of those ridiculously long and unpleasant dirt
driveways that people with land tend to have. My friend
says it was ironic given his uncle's job. He focused
mainly on infrastructure contracts, you know, roads, bridges and the like,

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And anyway, his uncle had some money in an area
that didn't really have much. He also had arguably the
nicest house and the nicest lawn in the largest, ugliest,
most unkempt plots of land in the area. My friend
liked his uncle, but did acknowledge he was not a
popular man, either with his employees or with his neighbors.

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The uncle knew this, so when he decided to head
to the Florida Keys with his girlfriend post second ex wife,
he decided to fly my friend into town to house sit.
My friend was just finishing his own first divorce and
needed a break from England and nobody but his wife
knew he was there, so he had no premonitions of
bad things, no sense of foreboding. He just showed up

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with a suitcase of clothes. The house was stocked with
food and booze and a thousand cable channels Wi Fi
and a motherfucking outdoor hot tub, which, by the way,
is an amazing thing in winter in Canada. My friend
had been there a couple of days, spending a total
of eight there by himself, when the first real snowfall

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started happening in Canada. At the start of winter, you'll
generally get a couple of days or weeks with fitful,
wispy snow that doesn't have the endurance or weight to
stick around for more than an hour. But after a while,
the cold seeps into the ground and the flakes suddenly
get heavier, and one day, or in this case, night,

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you're looking at a calm, heavy snowfall that you know
will change the landscape in just a couple of hours.
This was a night like that. My friend decided, since
it wasn't abominably cold outside, and that he'd already had
a couple of beers, that it would be a great
idea to flip open the lid on the hot tub
and soak while it snowed. And he's right. It's really

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a spectacular idea. And if you ever get the chance
to be in a hot tub outside when it's snowing,
I recommend it, especially at night for anyone who's never
been in a heavy snowfall, and not a blizzard that
involves heavy snow and high winds. It makes everything extremely peaceful.
This is because you lose sight of most everything beyond

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a couple of hundred feet and everything gets incredibly quiet.
Snow is a great sound insulator. As the snow falls
around you in heavy curtains and slowly builds up on
the ground, you get less and less of the ambient
noise you're used to, so even what little there is
at night in winter in the country, even that goes away.

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All my friend could hear was the compressor on the
central heating unit and the bubbles in the hot tub.
The water jets in that tub were timed to go
off after fifteen minutes. It had to be turned down
by poking a button if he wanted more. So. After
twenty minutes, my buddy was sitting in silence. The only

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noises he heard were of the house, settling in the
cold under the weight of the new snow and whatever
sounds he made himself. The only lights he had were
in the tub and coming from the sliding door that
led to the kitchen, but he was facing away from
the house, looking over the property in the rolling landscape
that describes much of the farm land outside of Colburn.

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He was considering going inside for another drink, staring absent
mindedly down into the water of the pool and zoning
out on the refracted light from the bulb underneath. When
he looked up, he saw a shape darker than everything
around it, slowly moving across the yard, about a quarter
of the distance out from the edge of the woods

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and where he was. He didn't hear any snow crunched footfalls,
or hear any twigs or branches snapping, but he assured
me it had been quiet enough to hear a pin drop.
He watched this thing for a few minutes. It was
moving extremely slowly, so much that he couldn't determine if

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it was actually walking or just moving. He decided to
call out to it, hoping it was a neighbor, or,
as he puts it, some hot chick wanting to warm
up in the jacuzzie. It froze. This thing went so
still that my friend had trouble seeing it any more,
and my friend was now scared too. He was in

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his underwear outside in the cold in a tub of water.
He felt pretty exposed. He shifted his head slightly and
confirmed that this thing was still there. It was blocking
the lighter snow covered pines behind it. At that point
he killed the lights in the hot tub, which made
sense at the time. He wanted to be able to

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see whatever it was better, and the lights were interfering
with that. As soon as the lights went out, this
thing started moving toward my friend faster, this time now
at a steady walk. It was at that time he
noticed that it had no defined edges. He said. It

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was vaguely man shaped, two arms, two legs, and a head,
but very thin, my friend said. At that point he
wigged out and threw his empty beer bottle at it,
which had no effect at all, and then he lurched
himself out of the hot tub, across the deck and
into the kitchen. He slammed the sliding door shut, and

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when he did, he slipped down the tile floor and
grabbed for the counter and only got a mason jar
of flour or sugar instead, and that went sailing off
to explode all over the kitchen floor. So there he
was sitting on the floor, surrounded by broken glass and flower,
with his back against the counter and the sliding door.

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It was left. He pushed the rest of the door
shut with his left foot and looked out standing just
at the other side of the hot tub. This thing
was looking up directly at him. It was a lot
easier to see now, and he remembered it being like
a bad animation of dense black scribbles, like a weird,

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twitchy transmission from a sci fi movie. There were those
vertical gray plastic blinds on the sliding door, so my
friend reached up to pull the chain for them and
drew them across the window and shuddered them. He said
he sat there, afraid to move for over an hour
until he calmed down and reassured himself a dozen times.

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And he'd been drunk or sleepy and maybe just made
it all up. He remembered laughing at how pissed his
uncle was going to be with the mess. The mason
jar cracked a floor tile and landed, so he gingerly
got up, noted a few bruises in a cut, and
then spent about twenty minutes sweeping and wiping up the mess.

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By then, after another beer had calmed his nerves, he
decided that being afraid of the dark was bullshit and
wanted to go back outside to soak his bruises before bed.
He remembered really having to work hard to open the blinds,
and he compared it to the first time he jumped
off a full sized diving board when he was just
a kid. He stood up there for fifteen minutes, screwing

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up the courage to make the jump. He said he
felt exactly like that. Most of him wanted to lock
up all the doors and hide in bed till morning,
but my friend is extremely stubborn and not just a
little macho even alone. Finally he started opening the blinds.
He also turned on the exterior porch light before he

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went out. He stepped out into the cold and saw
absolutely nothing weird. All signs of the weird black man
shaped thing were gone. He stared into the woods all
around the yard that he could see and saw nothing
at all. He remembered being unsettled by something when he

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was looking around, but couldn't figure out what, so he
took his fresh beer and got back into the hot tub.
He sat there relaxing for about ten minutes when he
glanced up to find his beer, saw it, grabbed it,
and got a mouthful of snow. He remembers staring at
the bottle for a few minutes, completely confused. Then he

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looked around and saw another beer sitting on his other side,
his fresh beer. He could still see the liquid in it.
He was holding the bottle that he threw at that thing,
still in a state of shock, like just before it
hits you. He looked out over the yard and saw
tracks all over it, all the same footprint, which was

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in the shape of a foot, but looked like it
was missing separate toes. And they came all the way
up to the hot tub. The part that put him
over the edge. I would have already evacuated my bottels
by now. Was that not one of the tracks got
within ten feet of the edge of the lawn. None
of them started at the edge of the woods. They

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all started and ended in the yard. At that point,
With the last bit of stubborness violently erased, my friend
bolted inside, left the hot tub, running all night because
fuck it, and he closed and locked the sliding door,
flipped on the security system, and ran upstairs to the
guest room and he played video games with the lights

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cranked until he saw light outside. The next morning, he
ate breck Fist, bundled up and went outside to scope
the area in the daylight. It had kept snowing all night,
but the tracks and their dispositions were still pretty visible.
The only thing different was the hot tub had been
closed and turned off. Several hours of snow lay on

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top of it, along with two empty beer bottles. The
Watcher I live on a huge piece of property in
the mountains. The land is shared with my boyfriend's parents,

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and our house is toward the middle of the property.
Theirs is in the front. Our house is a ranch
style and we have a shot outside our window only
five feet away. To see inside the back window, you
have to be right next to the house. We're the
only people for about a mile, and for this reason
I don't normally care too much about leaving windows open

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curtains open, since the only people out here are his family,
who never go behind our house anyway. We share the
house with my boyfriend's brother and his girlfriend. One night
last week, we had the house to ourselves. His parents
were asleep in their house, and our roommates went on
a small getaway. Around ten pm, we up board of

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the solitude and decided to go to Walmart. I went
to take a shower and return to our room alone
while my boyfriend finished doing some dishes halfway across the house.
As I was drying my hair at that point, completely disrobed,
I started to get chilly from the breeze coming from
the open window. I decided to only close the curtain

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to block some of the air, and the second I did,
I heard a voice from outside yell, what did you
do that for? I wasn't finished yet. I screamed and
ran out of the room, telling my boyfriend what had
just happened. He grabbed a knife and then went outside
to check around. He didn't see anything, and he told

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me it had to have been my imagination, but as
a precaution, he locked the windows for me and stayed
with me as I got changed. We left the house
about ten minutes after I heard that noise, and we
were gone for about two hours. When we pulled back in,
he saw a shadow moving behind our house. He quickly

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drove toward it, only to see a man we'd never
seen before get into a car we didn't recognize and
speed off. We have a sun room on the front
of the house that can't be locked. When we went
inside the sun room, the door was open and we
called the cops, but they said all they could do
was make a report. His parents didn't know any one

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what the type of car we saw either, and sadly
we didn't see a license plate number. The next morning, though,
we discovered a cinder block outside our back window that
this person could have used as a seat or a step,
and the screen was ripped. We haven't seen or heard
from that person since, but we also don't know how

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long or how often he was standing outside watching night watch.
I'm twenty nine now, and this story happened ten years ago.

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At the time, I had been jobless and just managed
to find a job as a security guard in an
office building. The office building was in a forested area,
away from any busy streets. It was quite secluded. The
person who had had the job before me had a
car accident and apparently was paralyzed from the waist down.

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No one was interested in the job since he worked
during the night and the office building was so big
that it made the job boring as hell. But hey,
job was a job. Once I started, a supervisor worked
with me for a week showing me what to do.
This was the first night working by myself. I got

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to work and took the shift over from my colleague.
At nine pm. He told me that there were still
some people left in the building. Before I went up
to the fifteenth floor where they were, I closed the
main entrance in such a way that you could only exit,
no outsiders could come in. After I did that, I
went up to the fifteenth floor where these people were

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working to ask them if they needed to go anywhere
else in the building. If not, I would make my
rounds and close off all the other doors. They didn't,
so I proceeded. I made my rounds and found nothing peculiar,
so I went back to the front desk. Around eleven
thirty pm, the last of the people who were working

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on the fifteenth floor were just leaving, and they told
me they were the last asked ones to leave and
wished me a good night. Once they left, I went
up to the fifteenth floor, checked all the offices and
locked it down. I went down to my front desk again,
and since there were no people left, I put the
alarms on for every floor except the ground floor, where

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my desk was. The alarms in the building worked on
motion detection and also when you opened a fire exit.
Within five minutes, the alarm went off on the tenth
floor and there was no one else in the building.
Our rule was if an alarm went off, you first
had to call the security company before you took action.

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I called them and told them that I would investigate
the alarm and I would call them back once I
had checked it out. Otherwise, if I didn't call back,
they would send a police car to check it out,
just as a precaution. I checked out the whole tenth
floor and I found nothing, So I went back to
call this security company, telling them that it was a

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false alarm. I kid you not. The alarm on the
tenth floor went off like seven times in an hour,
and every time I checked the floor, I didn't find
anything out of order or any evidence that someone was there.
Since this was my first day working alone and the
alarm went off so many times, the security company thought

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I was screwing things up and wanted to file a
complaint with my boss, which meant I would probably lose
my job after I had just had it for only
a week. In retrospect, the following was the dumbest thing
I could ever do. The alarm went off once again,
and since I didn't want to call the security company
again and cry wolf, I went up to the tenth

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floor without calling to inform them. The only thing I
had on me was a maglite, since security guards in
the Netherlands aren't allowed to carry guns. I went up
to the tenth floor, checked around, and as before, found nothing.
The only difference now was that I pretended to leave.
I turned off the lights and stayed on the tenth floor,

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listening for signs that someone was there. After about five minutes,
I heard someone or something moving. I was relieved and
anxious at the same time. I mean relieved I wasn't
wrong and that there was something on the floor, but
anxious because of what it might be. I turned on

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the lights and tried to sound as manly as possible,
saying something along the lines of I know there's someone here,
show yourself. As you can imagine, I got no response.
It was incredibly stupid that I didn't go down to
call for help, but stupid me went looking for whatever
it was that I had heard. I walked to the

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office that the sound seemed to be coming from, turned
the lights on, and found a little girl who couldn't
have been older than thirteen, with long brown hair, wearing
white pajamas, and just squatting and rocking back and forth
on a desk, looking straight at me. The scary thing
was there was no emotion on her face or in

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her eyes. After almost shitting myself, I collected my nerves
and took the girl by the hand, thinking what can
a small girl possibly do to a guy who's six
x eight. I took her down to the front desk
offered her a coke, but she didn't respond to anything
I said. The only thing I could do was call

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my supervisor, and I told him what I had encountered.
My supervisor's response was to stay there and he would
be right over. From the time I hung up the
phone until my supervisor came, I just had this gut
feeling that there was something really wrong with this girl.
Before my supervisor turned up, he called me back and

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told me to call an asylum, which was pretty close
to the office building. That I worked at just to
check if someone was missing. I mean, why would there
be a thirteen year old girl in an office building
with no houses nearby whatsoever. I called the asylum asking
him if they had anyone missing, and I got the
scariest response I could get. They told me that, yes,

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as a matter of fact, some one was missing. I
gave them a description of the girl sitting next to me,
and it was in fact the girl who was missing
from the asylum. They told me that she was extremely
dangerous and that I should watch my back at all costs.
They immediately sent people over to take the little girl

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with them. A week later, my supervisor told me what
he had learned after he talked with the people from
the asylum. It turns out that little girl had killed
her mom and dad and little brother while they were
asleep when she was eleven. Even in the asylum, she
wounded staff members, either by stabbing them with a pencil or,

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in another case, biting a piece off of someone's ear.
To this day, we still have no clue how she
got into the building. We checked all the camera feeds
and found there was no footage of her ever entering
the building. Hey, gang, I think I'm going to round

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out this episode with a story of my own that
I know I've told somewhere here over the years. It
could have been on a live campfire, but what the hell,
I don't mind sharing it. Something a little strange that
happened to me when I was a senior in college.

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So part of my college career, I was a DJ
at a bar in the town that my college was
in and had a blast. There's a lot of really
crazy fun stories from that too. But one night, it
was a Saturday night, I finished up work. We closed
up around two, after we threw everybody out and cleaned

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up a little bit. It was probably around two thirty,
maybe quarter to three at the latest. I lived not
too far from the bar in a house with three
other guys on one side. On the other side were
four of my other friends, and there were I think
two apartments up front, a couple of girls in the
lower maybe just two, and then I think three in

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the upper up and front. Pretty big house at any rate.
Our main door opened up kind of halfway between our
living room and our kitchen, and my friend who will
remain nameless, was actually visiting from my hometown just down
with a bunch of bunch of guys, just a fun weekend.

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He had passed out on the couch in our living room,
and I remember walking in and setting my two crates
full of CDs down on the kitchen floor, again kind
of between both the living room and the kitchen, and
I was just kind of standing there for a second,
probably gonna grab a smoke and then go next door

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to see my buddies. I think they were gonna have
a little after hours action. And all of a sudden,
the stove in the kitchen just started shaking back and forth,
like unbelievably violently, like I mean literally like rocking back
and forth. And I remember just standing there looking at it, like,

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what holy shit is what's going on here for a
split second, thinking, you know, the house is gonna blow up.
I don't know, but either way, it happened so fast,
it was so loud. I did the bravest thing that
you could possibly do. I backed out the door, ran
around the back of the house, and went over and

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saw my buddies who were still having some beers and
stuff and it out in their living room. And of
course I came blasting in and looking white as a ghost,
and Everybody's like, what the hell's going on? Are you
all right? Did you get chased home from the bar
or something? And I couldn't even tell them. I'm like
that the stove, the stove something. Holy shit, you guys
got to see this. I did my best to explain

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what had happened, and so we all trooped over there,
and our buddy was still passed out on the couch.
Saw on logs the stove had moved all away from
the wall to the middle of the kitchen, all the
way to the end of the gas line as far
as it could go. And as I mentioned, it had
been shaking around so violently. It actually hit the refrigerator,

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which was on the other side of it, so hard
that it knocked all the stuff that was up on
top of the refrigerator, cereal and stuff like that all
over the floor. Now, all my buddies knew that I
was into the paranormal and stuff like that, so they
immediately said, okay, you're pulling our leg here. What's going on?
Why didn't it wake up our buddy in the living room?
And I said, guys, I can't explain this. I don't know.

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And then I thought maybe it was my buddy and
my roommate who was upstairs. I thought maybe he was
playing a prank on me, but it turned out he
was not home. I don't even know where he was
that night, because he wasn't next door. I do remember that,
but no explanation for this whatsoever. So I kind of just,

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you know, pushed the stove oven thing, you know, all
the way back against the wall and went back over
to their house calm down, had a couple of beers
or whatever, and never really thought about it after that
in any serious way other than the holy shit, is
this place haunted? We have a poltergeist, you know. But
it certainly wasn't my imagination. And they all saw it,

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you know, they had seen that the stove had moved
all the way out into the kitchen. I did ask
a friend of mine, who was a good friend to
this day. I love him dearly. He was in my wedding.
He lives too far away. I don't see him enough,
but he worked for the gas company and summers and
his father was a gas company employee too, And I
remember asking him, you know, could it possibly be like

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a surge of gas that would come through the line
that would make you know my stove do this little
dance and make it move, and you know, he was like,
there's there's no way. That's not how this works. It's
just not it's not possible. But he confirmed with his
dad too, and he was like, Nah, his dad probably
thought I was off my rocker. But yeah, never explained it.

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You know, I ended up sleeping there that night, kind
of scared, waiting for round two. You know, I think
my buddy that I kind of just mentioned that I
thought was playing a prank on me. I think he
did get back in probably four four thirty or something
like that, and I remember like being, oh my god,
is it you know, is it happening again? It was
just him coming inside from outside. But yeah, no explanation
for that one. Just yet another strange thing in the

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catalog of weird shit that's happened to Uncle Josh. And
I know people have been asking if I could share
my personal stories. So there there's another one. And again
if I can find the original, I guess there's really
no point in doing that. I have no idea where
that would be. But as promised, I'm gonna throw these
in there every once in a while, because yeah, I
have seen my share of really weird weird stuff. Hey, gang,

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thanks for listening to this episode. If you have a
true scary story of any nature you'd like me to narrate,
email it too. Uncle Josh True Scary Stories at gmail
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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.