Two For Tuesday Scary Stories Volume 74

This week’s Two for Tuesday collection of true terrifying tales will chill you long after the lights go out—starting with a home plagued by a relentless haunting, an unnatural scream, and more encounters with the unknown that prove sometimes the scariest things aren’t imagined—they’re real.

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:02):
Hey, campfire crew, let's get it on. What the hell
are you doing in my great yard? He just kept screaming.
By May of Tay. This happened in twenty twenty three,

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and I still have the occasional nightmare about it. I
worked in sterile services, cleaning used surgical instruments for doctors
and getting them back to the operating theaters. One night,
near the end of my shift, around five or six pm,
I was taking a trolley full of instruments to award
on the other side of the hospital. As I got

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about a quarter of the way there, I started to
hear a noise. It wasn't completely noticeable, and I think
at first I thought it was the wind coming through
cracks and the doors. It was easy to tune out,
and I probably would have forgotten about it if I
had stayed at that distance. But then I started getting
closer and it was getting harder to ignore. So after

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I delivered the trolley, I decided to walk further through
the hospital to see where the noise was coming from.
My shift was basically over, so it didn't matter if
it took me a little longer to get back. I
saw a couple of nurses rushing in and out of
a room at the end of the corridor where the
sound was coming from. At that point, from the distance

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I was standing, it sounded like a broken, high pitched drill.
One nurse was even covering her ears, like she couldn't
bear listening to it any longer. Then, as I was
about twenty or thirty feet away, one of the nurses
swung open the door directly ahead of me, and my
stomach felt like it dropped to my feet. There was
a malnourished man in a bed with his mouth uncomfortably

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wide open, screaming. He was surrounded by doctors, and his
face looked almost dark blue, and we locked eyes for
one It felt like an entire minute. As soon as
I discovered the source of the noise, It's like the
context of the situation changed the way I perceived the
sound altogether. The pitch of his scream never changed, the

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volume never got quieter, He never gasped for air, He
just kept screaming. I've dreamt about this so many times
at this point that I'm not even sure if his
face was as scary as I remember it, but I
swear I could see the veins popping out of his forehead.
I don't know if it was a surgery that went wrong,

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if his anesthesia wore off too early, or if the
guy was just bad shit crazy, But it makes no
sense how he was able to scream out in pain
for that long. It took me five minutes to deliver
trolley's to that ward and I heard the noise the
entire time. I'm sure there's ways to rationalize it, like

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maybe the sound wasn't coming from the man and it
just seemed that way because he his mouth open in
such a position that it looked like it was. Or
maybe it was a weird audio phenomenon with the long
empty hospital corridors bounced the sound of his screams back
and forth, so it only appeared as though he never
stopped to catch his breath. I just prefer not to

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think about it. This is not a joke. My house
is haunted by prestigious pace. From what I can remember,
this haunting started about a month ago when I went
out to my garage. Keep in mind, there was no

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wind outside, but when I opened my garage door, I
pushed it towards the wall, not so hard that it
would bounce back, but not so light that it wouldn't
make it to the wall. It was just an average push.
I stepped into the garage and immediately got this feeling
of unexplainable dread. I opened the free anyway when I

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turned to the garage door, and it started swinging back
and forth, back and forth, back and forth. I grabbed
whatever I needed and bolted out of there as fast
as I could because I suddenly got the feeling the
door would slam. That's how it all started. It's only
escalated from there. For about a week or two after that,

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nothing much happened from what I remember, just a few
small haunting type things here and there where I would
feel something behind me and stuff like that. Then one time,
my dad had taken my dog out on a walk
and left me at the house by myself. No one
else was home except for me, and all the doors
were locked. I was chilling on my phone when I

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heard the unmistakable sound of my dog's lead being taken
off and him shaking. I called out to my dad,
assuming he was home from the walk, but I got
no answer. I heard shuffling in the kitchen, so I
assumed he didn't hear me since he was quite hard
on hearing, especially when doing other things. But about ten
minutes went by and I hadn't seen or heard from him,

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so I called his name out again to no response.
I decided to go into the kitchen, only to see
that no one was there. I freaked out, and when
my dad got home about five minutes later, and I
told him, only for him to brush me off. One time,
my grandmother came over since she has Alzheimer's and my

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granddad needed a break. I knew she was coming because
my mom had told me, and she let go and
let me and she left to go and pick up
my sister. When she got back, I heard my nan
say by to my mom and I was confused, where
was she going? His grandma and my sister were already here.

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I went downstairs to say hi to my grandma, only
to find no one there, and then my mom came
home with her thirty minutes later. Another haunting that happened
was when I woke up and I was getting changed,
I saw a handprint on my upper thigh, and it
was odd since my hand hadn't been there last night.
So I went to see how big the hand was,

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and the hand print was smaller than mine by a
decent amount. Now we get to the most active night
I've ever had, the sleepover. My friend and I were
having a sleepover and we enjoyed reading. We have a
field outside of our house where we decided we were
going to go out and read for a bit. Two

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hours and a little bit later, we came back and
my sister was outside on the hammock. She looked at
me confused, so I said, why do you look so confused?
And she said, how long were you guys gone for?
I was a little bit confused and am now, but
I replied and said two hours. We just left after dinner.

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And she said, that's so creepy. I literally I heard
you guys laughing and shuffling around in the room. I froze.
My friend and I were literally scared. It was about
eleven o'clock at night and we were getting hungry, so
we went to my popcorn machine and got some kernels
and started to make popcorn. As I was walking back

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to the counter after putting the colonels back into the cupboard,
I saw a face peeking out from behind the wall
by the door, and then it quickly hid itself from me.
It must have been there for a good three seconds.
There was a little child couldn't have been more over ten.
He was Hispanic and had weirdly void eyes. I told

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my friend and she freaked out, so we ran upstairs.
We went into my parents' room because it was the
closest one from the stairs and it's right next to
the top step on the left. My bedroom is all
the way at the end of the hall. We were
in my parents' bedroom for a bit, but then we
decided we wanted to play cards, but the cards were
in my bedroom on the other end of the hall,

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so we decided to run down to it, and after
about halfway down the hallway, I started to feel dread
like I was being followed, so I turned around and
said I thought something was there. We ran into my room,
grabbed the cards, and then ran back. About two minutes later,
my sister burst in saying, guys, I want to tell

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you something, but I don't want to scare you. And
I gulped and I pressed her for a follow up,
and she said, well, when I was out on the hammock,
I could see you guys come out of the room
through the window because I could see the light filling
the hallway. About two seconds after you guys came out,
I saw a third figure start to follow you, but

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then dashed down the stairs. I froze. Me and my
friend looked at each other and told her what had
happened when we ran across the hallway and we pieced
it together and we were being followed. She said it
was a black shadow figure that was about five five
and if I didn't turn around in the hallway, god

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knows what would have happened. I still get an eerie
feeling around the house, like I'm always being watched and
I'm scared, and I will repeat again everything I've said
here is true. I'm not kidding. This isn't a joke.
I'm genuinely concerned. What should I do? The Happy Bear

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by v A year ago, I found a stuffed bear
at an estate sale. It was cute and charming, so
I bought it. Not long after, I started having nightmares.
My fiance and I started seeing tall animals outside of
our window, and we live in a second story apartment.

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We went from that to seeing smiling figures in the
hall and bathroom mirror reflection. We called the fire department
and there wasn't any gas leak it got more intense
seeing me standing in the kitchen while I was at work,
and this figure would turn around with huge, almost horse
sized teeth, grinning very wide and unhinging its jaw. And

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this went on for months, seeing these figures, and then
the apartment started breathing. The ac would perfectly replicate the
sound of deep breaths and then stop instantly when we
would check the living room where it was when that happened.
On one night, there was rustling in a closet with

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voices and soft cries coming from it. My fiance opened
the door and quickly shut it. She started crying and screaming,
and I opened it and that stuffed bear was in there,
smiling and it had human like eyes. I quickly grabbed
and grabbed my handgun, walk this bear outside to a field,

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fired a shot, then cut up the bear into many pieces,
stomping on them and burning others on the road. My
fiance and I went for a walk to clear our heads,
and we came back and every single piece of the
bear was gone. A month later we moved out of
that apartment. It's all a true story and something we

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try not to think about. We called it a smiler gang.
Here's another story that I know I've shared in the past.
I've been on this kick of sharing my personal story.
So yeah, this was a it's a mixture of fear

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and stupidity, and stupidity coming first and then the fear
coming second. When I was probably around seventh or eighth grade,
somewhere thereabouts in my hometown, there is a creek that
runs alongside and through the village and then directly underneath

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the village. It's a really big tunnel that goes all
the way through the main part of the village and
then comes back out and dumps into a larger creek
that runs on the other side of the village. And
we would screw around in there every once in a while,
just you know, whether we were intertubing or just walking
through it. I mean, it gets pitch dark. It does

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have a little bend in it, so the light for
a little bit of a period of time, you can't
see the front or the back of the tunnel. So
it's kind of spooky, you know, just something stupid to
do when I was a kid. In the middle of that, however,
was a spill out for a storm sewer drain that
ran all the way up Central Avenue, which was in

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the middle of my village, and one night we decided
to get into this storm drain and see how far
we could go. We'd done it before, and some other
friends of mine had gotten actually pretty far up maybe
a mile mile and a half, and then found a
manhole to pop out of, you know, they interspersed in

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this storm system was obviously storm drains and ladders to
access it, and you just climb up a ladder and
push the manhole out of the way and then crawl
out into the middle of traffic, which I didn't do
one time, but I know my brother did with some
others and it scared the shit out of some people
driving seeing a bunch of kids popping out of a manhole.

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But anyway, that was more funny of the experiences we
had there. This time, my friend Kevin and my friend
Derek and I we decided to go in there. Now,
we weren't prepared for the big ass thunderstorm that was
blowing over us. That we had no idea what was happening,
because here we are down in you know, underground, in
a storm sewer. Now, the storm sewer itself was probably

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three and a half feet tall. So if you can
imagine some guy, you know, you're hunched over and a
little bit of water trickling at the bottom, and you're
kind of just you know, hustling along with your shoulders hunched.
And every once in a while there would be these
breaks where I mentioned those ladders would be and we're
just in there with our flashlights booming along, having a
good old time. You know. Some guys had g I

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Joe's and other guys had legos, and you know, me
and my idiot friends played in the sewer and no sewage, folks.
It's a storm storm sword, so just rain water was
down there at any rate. The storm is raging, and
every once in a while when we come to these
you know areas where there's a ladder going up, we
can see water pouring in, and not thinking anything of it,

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we kept on going. But then we noticed that the
water that was just a trickle at their feet when
we got into this thing was starting to rise and
rise pretty rapidly. So we put two and two together
and said, gee, maybe we need to get out of here.

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So we turned around and got back to the closest ladder,
and I can't remember who somebody shimmied up, but it
was actually a drain in a parking lot and we
could see, you know, whatever daylight was up there during
the storm, and somebody had parked their car that lead
other tire front or back tire, I don't know, on it.
So we couldn't push it up ta get out. The

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grate was not going anywhere, so we had to go
back the way we came. We had to go all
the way back to the bigger tunnel. And as I mentioned,
the water's getting higher and higher and higher. Now it's
up to and past our knees. And none of us
are saying anything. We're just trying to hustle as fast
as we can. But I know we're all starting to

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get pretty shit scared because you know, there's nowhere for
this water to go except up, and if it goes
all the way up, there's no more room for us
to breathe. So we're hustling and hustling and hustling, and
the water's getting higher and higher and higher, and now
it's really literally up to you know, midway or a
little bit past midway of our chests as we're bent

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over and we're moving through, and thank God, we got
to the we got to the end, you know, trying
to hustle holding a flashlight up by the side of
your head. Is the water is getting higher and higher,
and you know, pushing us along too, because obviously there's
a lot of force behind this. We pop out into
the main tunnel and kind of turn around when we've

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got our bearings and we're you know, breathing heavily and
terrified that we almost just fucking drowned. We look back
with our flashlights and the water is now completely to
the top of this storm sewerd drain and just blasting
out of it. So we literally were probably about forty

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five seconds from being caught up in that, and and
there would have been three teenage bodies floating in the water.
So no ghosts, no monsters, crazy stuff like that, but
holy shit, that was a really, really scary night. And
we never went back in there after that. You know,
after this story, I think it's pretty clear why nothing

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like cheat and death. Hey, gang, thanks for listening to
this episode. If you have a true scary story of

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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,

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or the guy next door.