November 16, 2025 • 27 mins
In this episode, Uncle Josh shares a series of short but chilling stories featuring eerie paranormal events, deeply unsettling run-ins with creepy humans, and bizarre moments that defy all explanation. From shadowy figures lurking where they shouldn’t be to strangers whose intentions are anything but normal, each tale invites you to question what might be hiding just out of sight. Turn down the lights, get comfortable—if you dare—and prepare for another unforgettable night of true scary stories.
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Speaker 1 (00:02):
Hey, campfire crew, let's get it on. Hey, gang, gonna
do something a little bit different this episode. As you know,
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I always read everything that I get. That's the whole point,
and I read them all, and oftentimes I get extremely
short stories that don't really fit the rhythm of everything
else that I'm doing. So I've saved some from this
month and I'm going to share them here. They're all short,
they're all pretty scary. Let me know what you think
(00:47):
of this format. I don't plan on doing it as
a regular thing, but just thought i'd give it a spin.
See what you think. The Shadow in the Attic submitted
by Aaron K. When I was about ten, I started
hearing scratching sounds above my bedroom ceiling. My parents said
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it was mice in the attic, but it never sounded random.
It was rhythmic, like something pacing. One night, I heard
a soft dragging noise and a thump, and I looked
up and through the vent above my bed, I saw
two dark shapes moving. I froze, and then a whisper
came through, just my name drawn out, like it was
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right above me. I screamed, and my dad ran in.
Then he went to check the attic, but he didn't
find anything except footprints in the dust, small ones like
a child's. We didn't have an attic entrance from the house,
only through a locked door in the garage. We moved
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out a year later, and the new owners they did
some major renovations and tore a lot of things out
and put a lot of new things in. My dad
remained in contact with them, and when my dad asked
them about the renovations and how they were going, they
said that everything was great, except that they found a
number of children's shoes stuffed in the rafters of the attic.
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The man with the camera submitted by Matt W. I
used to work nights at a gas station off a
lonely stretch of highway in Texas between Houston and San Antonio.
One night, around two a m a guy in a
hooded sweatshirt came in. You didn't buy anything. He just
wandered around in the aisles holding his phone like he
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was pretending to text. When he left, I noticed his
phone was aimed at me and it was recording. Before
he was gone, I stepped outside and checked out his car.
I got the make, model, and license plate number, and
after he drove off, I noticed something strange on a
light post facing the register where I stood most nights.
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It was a small camera that had been duct taped
to it. I told my boss and he checked security
footage and it showed this guy earlier that week setting
it up, and of course me every night for the
past five days, right in the direction of the camera.
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My boss called the police and they came out to
do a report, and later that night they said they
found the same car abandoned a few miles down the road,
and inside the car was a map with an address
circled mine. Nothing ever came of it, but I was
terrified for months. The visitor in Room seven submitted by
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Carla C. For a couple of years, I worked in
a motel outside of Chicago. Everyone who worked there said
Room seven was bad luck. Guests were always complaining of
cold air, the smell of cigarettes when no one was smoking,
and sometimes people reported seeing a man standing by the window.
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We also had a number of people get hurt while
cleaning it or working on the ac or whatever, so
it was just dubbed the Unlucky Room. One afternoon, a
trucker pulled in and took the last room we had
from room seven. I was working the front desk and
around three am the phone rang. It was the trucker
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whispering that there was someone in his room. Then the
phone hung up. I tried calling the room back, but
no one answered, so then I called our security guard
and we both ran down to check. We found the
door to room seven wide open and no one inside.
The man was gone, only his boots were left beside
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the bed. We didn't inform the cops or anything, as
there was nothing really to report. I mean, the guy
probably just left. But about two days later I was
reading the local newspaper and there was an article that
caught my attention. The same night that he went missing,
his rig was found crashed in a very wooded area
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about twenty five miles away, and he was strapped into
the seatbelt on the passenger side. The woman in the
driveway submitted by d I got home late after spending
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an evening at a friend's house, and as I pulled
into my driveway that night, my headlights caught someone standing
at the end of it near my garage, a woman
in a long coat. She had long blonde hair that
was kind of scraggly, and I couldn't really see her face.
I could tell that she was wearing glasses, though she
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just stood there staring at me. I lived alone. It
was my parents' house before mine, and they had since
passed away and left it to me. So being by
myself and seeing this strange woman standing there by my garage,
needless say that freaked me out. I honked my horn
at her, but she didn't move. So we just sat
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there staring at each other for a few minutes, and
all the while she didn't move a muscle. This was
in nineteen eighty nine, and obviously I didn't have a
cell phone. After another few minutes of the standoff, I
backed down the driveway onto the street, and then drove
to a gas station about a mile away and called
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the police from a pay phone. They told me to
wait where I was, and then they went to my
house and searched the area around it. They didn't find
the woman or anything else out of the ordinary, and
told me that I was safe to go home. I
stayed up the entire night, scared out of my wits.
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The next morning, when I went out to work, I
found footprints leading up to my bedroom window, perfectly clear
in the frost, and there was a note under my
car's windshield wiper that said you were supposed to stop
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the man in the closet. Submitted by Kelly V. After
college and before I met my future husband, I lived
with my friend Jenny. After about six months of living
in a second floor apartment in an old big house,
she kept saying she heard someone moving around in our
apartment at night, but I never did. I thought she
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was just paranoid. But then I started finding food wrappers
all over the apartment, some even under my bed. None
of them were mine, and I finally asked Jenny about it,
because I was a neat freak and she was kind
of a slob, but she just said those aren't mine either.
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We were freaked out and called the landlord, who said
that he hadn't had anyone over to do maintenance into
our place without us knowing. He said it had to
be one of us. One morning, I left for work
after Jenny, but then realized I'd forgotten my phone. I
went back inside quietly into my bedroom and grabbed my
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phone that I'd left on my bed. That's when I
heard breathing coming from my closet. I ran outside and
immediately called nine one one. Police came and went inside,
and they found a man living in the crawl space
above our closets. They said he'd been there for at
least a week and he had photos of us sleeping.
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We didn't even have any idea there was a hatch
into the crawl space on the ceiling of my closet.
The woods behind the school submitted by Lift. My high
school backed up to a big patch of woods, and
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after soccer practice I'd sometimes walked the trail shortcut home.
It was a lot faster than taking the streets. One afternoon,
almost evening, I saw someone ahead of me on the trail,
a tall, thin guy wearing a dingy gray coat, and
I could hear this strange whistle. It sounded like it
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was coming from him. Then, as if noticing I was
coming up behind me, he ran into the trees off
of the path without turning around to see me. I
didn't go any forward. I turned around and went back
the long way home. The next day, before practice, my
coach told the rest of the team that the sheriff
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had been while walking his dogs and found bloody animal
bones arranged in a circle right off that same trail.
With black candles in the middle. The weirdest part they
were carved with some kind of strange symbols, and a
whistle made of bone was hanging from a branch above
the other ones. The Crazy at the Door by Jeff
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from Colorado. I used to travel for work a lot,
and the company I was with was cheap as hell,
so I used to always stay in a lot of
sketchy places. So one night on the road, I was
in a motor lodge and I woke up to a
quiet knocking at my door. Not loud, just three slow knocks,
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and it went on every few minutes. I tried to
blow it off and go back to sleep, but it
was just so persistent. Every few minutes, those three slow knocks.
Finally pissed off. I got up and looked through the
peepole and I couldn't see anything. But then came the
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three slow knocks as I stood right there in front
of the door. Finally I shouted, get the fuck out
of here, and I heard a scream, like a little
kids scream. I didn't open the door. I ran and
called the front desk guy, and he said that he
would check it out. I didn't hear anything. Back from
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him that night, and the knocking finally stopped, so I
did get some sleep. The next morning, when I was
checking out, I saw the night desk clerk before he
was ending his shift, and he told me that he
went out to look and didn't see anything but a
beat up old duffel bag on the concrete. Not knowing
if it belonged to someone staying there, he had grabbed
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it and tossed it on a counter and figured whoever
it was would come back and get it. Then he
decided to check out the security camera. He saw a
footage of a naked man wearing a diaper, crawling on
all fours in front of all the motor lodges front
doors and stopping at random ones and then knocking suddenly,
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and we figured out it was my door that he
had gotten to. He got up and ran into the
parking lot and went out across the highway. That's when
the night desk clerk decided to look into the bag
and what he found there were handcuffs, a ballgag, duct tape,
and an ice pick. He called the cops, but I
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just got the hell out of there. The mirror that
screamed Submitted by Carl, my wife, and I collect antiques.
It's something that we did when we first met each other,
and we continue to do it to this day. We've
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bought a lot of really great pieces over the years,
and we've sold a few of them too. It's a
fun hobby. One day in nineteen ninety nine, I bought
an old mirror from an estate sale, and every night
after I hung it though, I could swear I heard
faint crying, and then not long after that, I swore
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I heard whispering like somebody arguing behind the glass. Then
one summer night, July of two thousand, I heard clear
as day a woman's scream and the mirror or cracked
right down the middle. When I did a little research
and found the house that it had come from, I
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found out that the owner's wife had been murdered in
front of that mirror seven years earlier, on that same
day in July, at that same time of night. The
face in the window submitted by Alison N. I was
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living alone after a breakup and had just moved into
a small apartment on the second floor of a building.
One night, I woke up around two am and saw
a shadow outside my bedroom window and had slowly started
to register that it wasn't just a shadow, it was
a face pressed against the glass. I screamed and grabbed
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my phone, but when I looked up again, the face
was gone. I called the police and they came out
and didn't really find anything. The next morning, though, when
I looked closer at the window, I found muddy handprints
on the window on the outside. And I hope you
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didn't miss the part about where I lived on the
second floor, Those windows were easily sixteen feet off the ground.
The clock submitted by Ben. My grandmother was ailing and
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she moved into an assisted living home. Before she did,
she gave me an old pendulum clock, and it never
worked right. I'd set it and it would always stop
after about a half hour. I kept saying that I
was going to get it fixed, but I never did.
It was a very pretty clock, though. One night, I
woke up and I heard the pendulum swing again on
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its own, and then heard the chimes ringing. But it
sounded odd, and it took me a moment to realize
the chimes were ringing backwards. When I checked the time
on my iPhone, it said it was three seventeen a m.
I chalked it up as a strange occurrence and went
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back to bed. Later that morning, when I got up
to go to work around six thirty, my mom called
me and told me that my grandmother had died during
the night, somewhere around three fifteen. I kept that clock
and I never fixed it. It's still broke into this
day and has never made a sound since that night.
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The E M T Call submitted by Rachel z awhile Back.
I was a nine one one dispatcher. It was a
good job, and I enjoyed it very much, despite how
tense things can get, and despite how many people yell
at you on a daily basis. One night, I got
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a call from an older man saying that his wife
had collapsed. He gave me the address and we sent
out a car along with paramedics and firefighters. Later I
found out that the woman didn't make it. But here's
the thing. When we were reviewing the call for a report,
I was wondering why we were needing to do that. Normally,
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my calls were just the calls. Everything was logged and
that was it, but our chief had some other questions
for me. We reviewed the recording and all we could hear.
On the recording was my voice saying, sir, sir, are
you there? Can you hear me? That's when I found
out that the EMTs reported to my chief that there
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was no way the man they found made the call
because both the old man and the old woman had
been dead for hours, at least since that morning. The
ice glove submitted by Dana in Wisconsin. Sorry this one's
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so short, but it's one of the creepiest things I've
ever experienced. I was walking my dog during a snowstorm
one evening and found a red glove frozen into the
ice next to a pond not far from home. My
dog was trying to dig it out, but it was
frozen solid in that ice. I pulled him away and
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we went home. The next day, I was getting ready
to take him out for another walk and realized I
had left my gloves in our front foyer, which I
rarely did. When I went to grab them for the walk,
one of them was gone, but in its place was
the red glove we had seen frozen in the ice
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the day before. The mall photo booth submitted by Kelsey O.
One time in the late nineties, my best friend and
I were screwing around at our local mall, and we
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decided we wanted to take some silly pictures in one
of those photo booths. When the little strip printed out,
the first three of the four pictures were normal, but
in the last one there was a strange third face
behind us. It looked like an older woman, gray and
smiling right behind us. I have to assure you, the
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booth was empty except for the two of us girls.
We told all of our friends and everyone wanted to
check it out. So the next day we went back
to the mall to take more pictures, but the machine
was gone. When we asked the owner of the store
where the photo booth had gone, he kind of gave
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us a strange look and said, yeah, that one's not
coming back, and then looked around before telling us. After
you girls left, I went in to see what you
guys were screaming about. I sat down and heard an
old woman's voice whisper my name. I don't want that
thing anywhere near my store, and that was the end
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of that. The flashlight game submitted by Derek M. My
cousins and I used to play flashlight tag in the
woods behind our grandparents' house. We'd hide and then flash
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our lights three times to signal that we'd been found.
And one night, when I was looking for everyone else,
I saw a light flash back at me three times
from deep in the tree. So I followed it for
a little while before realizing I heard all of my
cousin's voices that were coming from far behind me. I
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was nowhere near the group anymore. Well, I turned around
and ran like hell back to them and told them
what I had seen. We all went into the house
and told my aunt what had happened, and she didn't
tell us right away, but later that evening, when we
were watching movies and eating popcorn, she told a story
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that her cousin, who had died in that forest during
a tree felling accident years before, used to play the
same game we were playing in those woods. She didn't
come out and say it, but deep down I knew
that I had seen her cousin come back flashing his
light at me. Hotel horror submitted by Natalie. During the pandemic,
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I lost my job and was looking for anything that
I could take, and I found work as a night
shift clerk at a downtown hotel in Nashville. Straight Away,
I was told that Room three twelve was always out
of order and to not let anybody sleep there. It
just was this unspoken thing, and I didn't ask too
many questions about it. But as I made more friends,
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people started opening up and talking to me more. Everyone
claimed that room three twelve was haunted, and before they
stopped letting people sleep there, they heard complaints of lights
flickering and guests hearing knocking from inside the walls. Well,
one night, we were fully booked and a man came
in who looked really down on his luck. His airline
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had lost all of his luggage. The other hotel that
he had got a reservation for wouldn't honor his reservation
because he had showed up too late. And for some reason,
even though we never rented out room three twelve, my
manager told me go ahead. Around three am, the guest
called me at the front desk and said, hey, can
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you tell whoever's scoring around to stop it? I said,
what do you mean? And he said, whoever's in the
room next to me is whispering through the vents and
it's getting annoying. So we sent security up. Now here's
the crazy thing. The room was empty, but the bed
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was still warm, and the TV remote was on the
floor clicking channels all by itself. There was no sign
of the man who had rented the room out for
the night, and he never checked out the next day. Hey, gang,
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Everyone be excellent to each other, and until next time,
be wary of things that go bump in the night.
It could be anything, a ghost, a monster, or a
guy next door PA
Hey, campfire crew, let's get it on. Hey, gang, gonna
do something a little bit different this episode. As you know,
(00:25):
I always read everything that I get. That's the whole point,
and I read them all, and oftentimes I get extremely
short stories that don't really fit the rhythm of everything
else that I'm doing. So I've saved some from this
month and I'm going to share them here. They're all short,
they're all pretty scary. Let me know what you think
(00:47):
of this format. I don't plan on doing it as
a regular thing, but just thought i'd give it a spin.
See what you think. The Shadow in the Attic submitted
by Aaron K. When I was about ten, I started
hearing scratching sounds above my bedroom ceiling. My parents said
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it was mice in the attic, but it never sounded random.
It was rhythmic, like something pacing. One night, I heard
a soft dragging noise and a thump, and I looked
up and through the vent above my bed, I saw
two dark shapes moving. I froze, and then a whisper
came through, just my name drawn out, like it was
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right above me. I screamed, and my dad ran in.
Then he went to check the attic, but he didn't
find anything except footprints in the dust, small ones like
a child's. We didn't have an attic entrance from the house,
only through a locked door in the garage. We moved
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out a year later, and the new owners they did
some major renovations and tore a lot of things out
and put a lot of new things in. My dad
remained in contact with them, and when my dad asked
them about the renovations and how they were going, they
said that everything was great, except that they found a
number of children's shoes stuffed in the rafters of the attic.
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The man with the camera submitted by Matt W. I
used to work nights at a gas station off a
lonely stretch of highway in Texas between Houston and San Antonio.
One night, around two a m a guy in a
hooded sweatshirt came in. You didn't buy anything. He just
wandered around in the aisles holding his phone like he
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was pretending to text. When he left, I noticed his
phone was aimed at me and it was recording. Before
he was gone, I stepped outside and checked out his car.
I got the make, model, and license plate number, and
after he drove off, I noticed something strange on a
light post facing the register where I stood most nights.
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It was a small camera that had been duct taped
to it. I told my boss and he checked security
footage and it showed this guy earlier that week setting
it up, and of course me every night for the
past five days, right in the direction of the camera.
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My boss called the police and they came out to
do a report, and later that night they said they
found the same car abandoned a few miles down the road,
and inside the car was a map with an address
circled mine. Nothing ever came of it, but I was
terrified for months. The visitor in Room seven submitted by
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Carla C. For a couple of years, I worked in
a motel outside of Chicago. Everyone who worked there said
Room seven was bad luck. Guests were always complaining of
cold air, the smell of cigarettes when no one was smoking,
and sometimes people reported seeing a man standing by the window.
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We also had a number of people get hurt while
cleaning it or working on the ac or whatever, so
it was just dubbed the Unlucky Room. One afternoon, a
trucker pulled in and took the last room we had
from room seven. I was working the front desk and
around three am the phone rang. It was the trucker
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whispering that there was someone in his room. Then the
phone hung up. I tried calling the room back, but
no one answered, so then I called our security guard
and we both ran down to check. We found the
door to room seven wide open and no one inside.
The man was gone, only his boots were left beside
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the bed. We didn't inform the cops or anything, as
there was nothing really to report. I mean, the guy
probably just left. But about two days later I was
reading the local newspaper and there was an article that
caught my attention. The same night that he went missing,
his rig was found crashed in a very wooded area
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about twenty five miles away, and he was strapped into
the seatbelt on the passenger side. The woman in the
driveway submitted by d I got home late after spending
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an evening at a friend's house, and as I pulled
into my driveway that night, my headlights caught someone standing
at the end of it near my garage, a woman
in a long coat. She had long blonde hair that
was kind of scraggly, and I couldn't really see her face.
I could tell that she was wearing glasses, though she
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just stood there staring at me. I lived alone. It
was my parents' house before mine, and they had since
passed away and left it to me. So being by
myself and seeing this strange woman standing there by my garage,
needless say that freaked me out. I honked my horn
at her, but she didn't move. So we just sat
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there staring at each other for a few minutes, and
all the while she didn't move a muscle. This was
in nineteen eighty nine, and obviously I didn't have a
cell phone. After another few minutes of the standoff, I
backed down the driveway onto the street, and then drove
to a gas station about a mile away and called
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the police from a pay phone. They told me to
wait where I was, and then they went to my
house and searched the area around it. They didn't find
the woman or anything else out of the ordinary, and
told me that I was safe to go home. I
stayed up the entire night, scared out of my wits.
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The next morning, when I went out to work, I
found footprints leading up to my bedroom window, perfectly clear
in the frost, and there was a note under my
car's windshield wiper that said you were supposed to stop
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the man in the closet. Submitted by Kelly V. After
college and before I met my future husband, I lived
with my friend Jenny. After about six months of living
in a second floor apartment in an old big house,
she kept saying she heard someone moving around in our
apartment at night, but I never did. I thought she
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was just paranoid. But then I started finding food wrappers
all over the apartment, some even under my bed. None
of them were mine, and I finally asked Jenny about it,
because I was a neat freak and she was kind
of a slob, but she just said those aren't mine either.
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We were freaked out and called the landlord, who said
that he hadn't had anyone over to do maintenance into
our place without us knowing. He said it had to
be one of us. One morning, I left for work
after Jenny, but then realized I'd forgotten my phone. I
went back inside quietly into my bedroom and grabbed my
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phone that I'd left on my bed. That's when I
heard breathing coming from my closet. I ran outside and
immediately called nine one one. Police came and went inside,
and they found a man living in the crawl space
above our closets. They said he'd been there for at
least a week and he had photos of us sleeping.
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We didn't even have any idea there was a hatch
into the crawl space on the ceiling of my closet.
The woods behind the school submitted by Lift. My high
school backed up to a big patch of woods, and
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after soccer practice I'd sometimes walked the trail shortcut home.
It was a lot faster than taking the streets. One afternoon,
almost evening, I saw someone ahead of me on the trail,
a tall, thin guy wearing a dingy gray coat, and
I could hear this strange whistle. It sounded like it
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was coming from him. Then, as if noticing I was
coming up behind me, he ran into the trees off
of the path without turning around to see me. I
didn't go any forward. I turned around and went back
the long way home. The next day, before practice, my
coach told the rest of the team that the sheriff
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had been while walking his dogs and found bloody animal
bones arranged in a circle right off that same trail.
With black candles in the middle. The weirdest part they
were carved with some kind of strange symbols, and a
whistle made of bone was hanging from a branch above
the other ones. The Crazy at the Door by Jeff
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from Colorado. I used to travel for work a lot,
and the company I was with was cheap as hell,
so I used to always stay in a lot of
sketchy places. So one night on the road, I was
in a motor lodge and I woke up to a
quiet knocking at my door. Not loud, just three slow knocks,
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and it went on every few minutes. I tried to
blow it off and go back to sleep, but it
was just so persistent. Every few minutes, those three slow knocks.
Finally pissed off. I got up and looked through the
peepole and I couldn't see anything. But then came the
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three slow knocks as I stood right there in front
of the door. Finally I shouted, get the fuck out
of here, and I heard a scream, like a little
kids scream. I didn't open the door. I ran and
called the front desk guy, and he said that he
would check it out. I didn't hear anything. Back from
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him that night, and the knocking finally stopped, so I
did get some sleep. The next morning, when I was
checking out, I saw the night desk clerk before he
was ending his shift, and he told me that he
went out to look and didn't see anything but a
beat up old duffel bag on the concrete. Not knowing
if it belonged to someone staying there, he had grabbed
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it and tossed it on a counter and figured whoever
it was would come back and get it. Then he
decided to check out the security camera. He saw a
footage of a naked man wearing a diaper, crawling on
all fours in front of all the motor lodges front
doors and stopping at random ones and then knocking suddenly,
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and we figured out it was my door that he
had gotten to. He got up and ran into the
parking lot and went out across the highway. That's when
the night desk clerk decided to look into the bag
and what he found there were handcuffs, a ballgag, duct tape,
and an ice pick. He called the cops, but I
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just got the hell out of there. The mirror that
screamed Submitted by Carl, my wife, and I collect antiques.
It's something that we did when we first met each other,
and we continue to do it to this day. We've
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bought a lot of really great pieces over the years,
and we've sold a few of them too. It's a
fun hobby. One day in nineteen ninety nine, I bought
an old mirror from an estate sale, and every night
after I hung it though, I could swear I heard
faint crying, and then not long after that, I swore
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I heard whispering like somebody arguing behind the glass. Then
one summer night, July of two thousand, I heard clear
as day a woman's scream and the mirror or cracked
right down the middle. When I did a little research
and found the house that it had come from, I
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found out that the owner's wife had been murdered in
front of that mirror seven years earlier, on that same
day in July, at that same time of night. The
face in the window submitted by Alison N. I was
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living alone after a breakup and had just moved into
a small apartment on the second floor of a building.
One night, I woke up around two am and saw
a shadow outside my bedroom window and had slowly started
to register that it wasn't just a shadow, it was
a face pressed against the glass. I screamed and grabbed
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my phone, but when I looked up again, the face
was gone. I called the police and they came out
and didn't really find anything. The next morning, though, when
I looked closer at the window, I found muddy handprints
on the window on the outside. And I hope you
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didn't miss the part about where I lived on the
second floor, Those windows were easily sixteen feet off the ground.
The clock submitted by Ben. My grandmother was ailing and
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she moved into an assisted living home. Before she did,
she gave me an old pendulum clock, and it never
worked right. I'd set it and it would always stop
after about a half hour. I kept saying that I
was going to get it fixed, but I never did.
It was a very pretty clock, though. One night, I
woke up and I heard the pendulum swing again on
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its own, and then heard the chimes ringing. But it
sounded odd, and it took me a moment to realize
the chimes were ringing backwards. When I checked the time
on my iPhone, it said it was three seventeen a m.
I chalked it up as a strange occurrence and went
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back to bed. Later that morning, when I got up
to go to work around six thirty, my mom called
me and told me that my grandmother had died during
the night, somewhere around three fifteen. I kept that clock
and I never fixed it. It's still broke into this
day and has never made a sound since that night.
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The E M T Call submitted by Rachel z awhile Back.
I was a nine one one dispatcher. It was a
good job, and I enjoyed it very much, despite how
tense things can get, and despite how many people yell
at you on a daily basis. One night, I got
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a call from an older man saying that his wife
had collapsed. He gave me the address and we sent
out a car along with paramedics and firefighters. Later I
found out that the woman didn't make it. But here's
the thing. When we were reviewing the call for a report,
I was wondering why we were needing to do that. Normally,
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my calls were just the calls. Everything was logged and
that was it, but our chief had some other questions
for me. We reviewed the recording and all we could hear.
On the recording was my voice saying, sir, sir, are
you there? Can you hear me? That's when I found
out that the EMTs reported to my chief that there
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was no way the man they found made the call
because both the old man and the old woman had
been dead for hours, at least since that morning. The
ice glove submitted by Dana in Wisconsin. Sorry this one's
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so short, but it's one of the creepiest things I've
ever experienced. I was walking my dog during a snowstorm
one evening and found a red glove frozen into the
ice next to a pond not far from home. My
dog was trying to dig it out, but it was
frozen solid in that ice. I pulled him away and
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we went home. The next day, I was getting ready
to take him out for another walk and realized I
had left my gloves in our front foyer, which I
rarely did. When I went to grab them for the walk,
one of them was gone, but in its place was
the red glove we had seen frozen in the ice
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the day before. The mall photo booth submitted by Kelsey O.
One time in the late nineties, my best friend and
I were screwing around at our local mall, and we
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decided we wanted to take some silly pictures in one
of those photo booths. When the little strip printed out,
the first three of the four pictures were normal, but
in the last one there was a strange third face
behind us. It looked like an older woman, gray and
smiling right behind us. I have to assure you, the
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booth was empty except for the two of us girls.
We told all of our friends and everyone wanted to
check it out. So the next day we went back
to the mall to take more pictures, but the machine
was gone. When we asked the owner of the store
where the photo booth had gone, he kind of gave
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us a strange look and said, yeah, that one's not
coming back, and then looked around before telling us. After
you girls left, I went in to see what you
guys were screaming about. I sat down and heard an
old woman's voice whisper my name. I don't want that
thing anywhere near my store, and that was the end
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of that. The flashlight game submitted by Derek M. My
cousins and I used to play flashlight tag in the
woods behind our grandparents' house. We'd hide and then flash
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our lights three times to signal that we'd been found.
And one night, when I was looking for everyone else,
I saw a light flash back at me three times
from deep in the tree. So I followed it for
a little while before realizing I heard all of my
cousin's voices that were coming from far behind me. I
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was nowhere near the group anymore. Well, I turned around
and ran like hell back to them and told them
what I had seen. We all went into the house
and told my aunt what had happened, and she didn't
tell us right away, but later that evening, when we
were watching movies and eating popcorn, she told a story
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that her cousin, who had died in that forest during
a tree felling accident years before, used to play the
same game we were playing in those woods. She didn't
come out and say it, but deep down I knew
that I had seen her cousin come back flashing his
light at me. Hotel horror submitted by Natalie. During the pandemic,
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I lost my job and was looking for anything that
I could take, and I found work as a night
shift clerk at a downtown hotel in Nashville. Straight Away,
I was told that Room three twelve was always out
of order and to not let anybody sleep there. It
just was this unspoken thing, and I didn't ask too
many questions about it. But as I made more friends,
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people started opening up and talking to me more. Everyone
claimed that room three twelve was haunted, and before they
stopped letting people sleep there, they heard complaints of lights
flickering and guests hearing knocking from inside the walls. Well,
one night, we were fully booked and a man came
in who looked really down on his luck. His airline
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had lost all of his luggage. The other hotel that
he had got a reservation for wouldn't honor his reservation
because he had showed up too late. And for some reason,
even though we never rented out room three twelve, my
manager told me go ahead. Around three am, the guest
called me at the front desk and said, hey, can
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you tell whoever's scoring around to stop it? I said,
what do you mean? And he said, whoever's in the
room next to me is whispering through the vents and
it's getting annoying. So we sent security up. Now here's
the crazy thing. The room was empty, but the bed
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was still warm, and the TV remote was on the
floor clicking channels all by itself. There was no sign
of the man who had rented the room out for
the night, and he never checked out the next day. Hey, gang,
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thanks for listening to this episode. If you have a
true scary story of any nature that you'd like me
to narrate, email it to Uncle Josh True Scary Stories
at gmail dot com and I read them all. If
you like what you've heard and seen and you're catching
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Everyone be excellent to each other, and until next time,
be wary of things that go bump in the night.
It could be anything, a ghost, a monster, or a
guy next door PA
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