September 23, 2025 • 23 mins
In this chilling Two for Tuesday episode, we bring you two terrifying tales that blur the line between the living and the beyond. First, a late-night encounter with a strange hooded figure leaves one witness questioning what they really saw lurking in the dark. Then, a young person discovers that the walls of their home may hold more than just memories when ghostly happenings begin to unfold. These stories—and more—will leave you wondering just how close the unknown really is.
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Hey, campfire crew, let's get it on. If you didn't
kill him, then who danser? Who can say? Best thing
for him? Really? I saw hooded figures in my old
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high school, and nobody believes me. By promise, I'm not
a vampire for starters. I know this sounds insane and fake,
and if you don't believe me, that's all right. But
if you'd like to hear me out, please give your
thoughts on what I could have possibly stumbled upon the
other night. I'm a twenty year old female and my
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two friends of the same age are always hanging out
with each other when not busy with work and other responsibilities.
We went to the same K through twelveth school together.
We met in sixth grade and have been inseparable ever since.
Our school is one gigantic building pretty much in the
middle of nowhere. We live in a very rural county,
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so our towns are bare and there isn't much to
see besides farms and drive through coffee places. During the summer,
the school sits basically deserted, with nobody going in or
out other than than the mornings once in a blue moon,
to prepare for the upcoming year. In September, I'd see
the occasional family set up on the elementary section of
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the building taking advantage of the empty playground and letting
their children use it while I drove past to get
to my job. There'd sometimes be some people also taking
advantage of our schools walking and running track, but that
wasn't common. Other than that, the place is basically void
of any activity. With us being graduated and into our
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young adult years, we obviously hadn't been back to the
school for any reason. It was about ten fifteenish at night,
and my friends Mason, Emily, and I were all sitting
in Mason's car in a motion empty gas station parking
lot while we chowed down on the snacks we purchased
from there. It's not that important, but all three of
us are goth and it's a reason why we're so
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close and a reason why we enjoy the creepier things
in life. So when Mason suggested we drive around the
back roads where all the deserted homes and cemeteries were,
Emily and I happily agreed. She and I love to
point out the beautiful, neglected Victorian homes and what we'd
do with them if we had any money. I only
bring up that we enjoy the more unsettling things in
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life because none of us are super unsettled by peculiar
or unexplainable things, especially Mason. I've seen that boy watch
horror movies without so much as a muscle moving in
his face. He was nearly impossible to scare, as was Emily.
It'd take more than a jump scarer creek in the
floorboards to put them on edge. I myself have a
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large collection of taxidermy bones, teeth, creepy dolls, and other creepy,
weird things of that nature. We spent about half an
hour looking at homes and headstones on graves before finally
getting back onto the main road and heading back to
Emily's apartment, where we planned on sleeping over. It was
Emily's suggestion that we stop at our old high school
and creep around for old time's sake, so we did.
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Mason pulled into the empty parking lot and all of
us got out and made our way to the high
school and middle school section to look around. We all
told stories and reminisced about our time there, really emphasizing
how much we hated it. Honestly, Emily and I went
to the middle of the building where the cafeteria for
the middle school and high school was, and we stared
into the giant window. All we saw when there were
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stacked chairs and tables, all stored neatly in one corner.
The only visible light was coming from appliances and other
things left plugged in, along with a few small recess
lights in the ceiling. Mason had gone to the other
side of the building to peek into the window of
our old home room, which we thought nothing of since
we live in a safe area for the most part.
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Among all the other posters I saw on the walls
of the cafeteria about nutrition and stuff like that, something
below them suddenly caught my attention. An intense, dark crimson
red color caught my attention in the low light, when
I realized the cloth was covering a human figure. It
was impossible to tell if it was a man or
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a woman from where we stood, but I knew it
was a person, a person wearing a dark red cloak,
and they were just standing there, arms sticking straight out
at their sides, with their head aimed towards the floor.
They had a hood over their heads, so I saw
no face I was scared shitless, immediately feeling my stomach
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churn would dread unease. I shook Emily's shoulder while I
whispered to look. She was confused, but went silent as
she saw what I had been talking about. What the
fuck is that? Whispered, not taking her eyes off the
hooded person. Our horror and curiosity was interrupted and worsened
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when we suddenly heard Mason yelling for us, and his
footsteps fast approaching as he ran along the side of
the building to where we were. We couldn't tell what
he was saying, but we stood up from where we crouched,
and suddenly Emily screamed, grabbing my arm so tightly I
felt every one of her fingertips pinching my nerves. The
shriek that came out of her was like nothing I
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had heard before from anyone. I mean, it was just
pure fear. She began dragging me away from the window,
and it was only when I looked up as I
was being pulled away that I realized the hooded person
was standing right behind the glass. They had their heads
still tilted down pushed against it, and I still couldn't
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see their face. I too began to scream and scramble
to get myself upright and running. Like I said, we're
all goth and for some reason insist on wearing black
dresses that are far too so I was tripping and
trying not to stumble over my dress and platform boots
when we sprinted to Mason's car. Emily was in tears
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by the time we all got in and Mason peeled
out of the parking lot so fast as tires spun
and squealed on the pavement. We sped down the empty
main road, still freaking out, repeatedly yelling what the fuck,
what the fuck was that? And after a few minutes
of incoherent rambling, Mason finally got out what he'd been
trying to tell us back at the school. He explained
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that he turned down the flashlight of his phone and
angled it into the room he was looking into and
saw three people lined up facing against the wall, also
wearing those long hooded red cloaks. I was feeling sick
at that point, and honestly, I was worried I was
going to throw up. I told them that we needed
to call the police to tell them people might have
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broken in, but they pointed out how what we were
doing was sketchy, I mean, not illegal, but you have
to Rea, we were the only Goth people in a
town full of people who live by God's gun and country,
and we had serious doubts that they believe us, let
alone be on our side. My only guess was that
they were some kind of cult or something. But what
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were they doing in the school? None of us got
any sleep that night. I'm not sure how to summarize
what happened, and I told my family, but they think
I'm being dramatic and trying to scare my younger siblings.
I was in near tears before my parents half heartedly
validated my concerns. But I haven't gone back to my
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old high school since, and I never will. Three stories
from New Zealand, submitted by Lolita. First story, the child
with no Name, No family. I'd been part of a
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youth organization for some time when this happened. We took
kids twice a year for a week out to the
middle of nowhere and let them run wild. I mean,
let them do what kids do best. It isn't just
any camp. And I should explain that those kids were
under the age of twelve and were all coming from
abusive families. So the leadership we had at the camp
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was fantastic. The children were nurtured and loved, and every
single one of them had different needs. By the end
of the week, the leaders were tired, bruised, and ready
for a hot bath. But anyway back to what happened
one night two years ago on the grounds of the camp.
There's a river. Because it was the winter camp, the
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children weren't allowed anywhere near it. I mean they knew that,
and God blessed them. It was about the only rule
they obeyed. Being threatened with being sent home really does
work with kids that have such backgrounds. One little boy,
I'll call him Andrew, came down with a tummy bug.
Andrew wasn't one of the children that caused problems, just
a kid that was quiet and very withdrawn. He was
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sent to his room and told to get ready for bed,
and a camp leader waited outside his door until Andrew
gave the all clear. Well, Andrew never gave it all clear,
and the team leader called for another team leader to
come and assist him. None of the leaders were allowed
in a child's room by themselves. The other team leader
arrived and they went in and Andrew was no longer
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in his room, but the window was open. I cut
a long story short. We had about six team leaders
out looking for him. Myself and another girl, Emma, were
teamed up together and we took the lower camp site.
It was thought, but not voice, that he may have
gone down to the river, which was in full flood,
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a thought that sent chills down our backs really fast
when we both had it down that way, not saying
what we were both thinking. Then it came a scream,
and not just any scream. There was a child in
the river that was going under. His screams were piercing
and then would stop and then start again. And there
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was no doubt that it was coming from the river.
I mean, there was no doubt at all. When you
hear that, you can do whatever it takes to to
be done. When adrenaline starts up, you better believe it.
The two of us were hurtling barbed wire fences, two
electrical fences, and heaps of bushes. I've never moved so
fast in my life, and I could feel my heart
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so strong, beating so fast. We got to the river
and the screams were now further downstream, and then they stopped.
There was literally a pain in my heart when they stopped.
We started running to the top of the camp and
were greeted by four other team leaders heading down that way.
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They'd also had heard the screams. We got back up
to the camp and got on the radio notifying the
least that a child of eleven was in the flooded river.
My god, there was such fear but such control That night.
We got in a circle and prayed, and I don't
know why, but it was such a comfort. About ten
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minutes before the police arrived, a team leader was down
checking on the kids and who was wrapped up warmly
in bed Andrew. It was such a relief to see him.
He was dry, even though it was raining outside. But
there was still a kid in the river. Our head
count showed it was not one of ours. Then a
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camp that was further down the river called us up.
They too had heard the screams all the way down
the river. People had heard those screams. That was actually
in nat set up at the end of the river
that was placed on the first call, well before a
child being swept down the river could have gotten there,
but no body turned up. Nobody ever turned up. The
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last people to hear the child's screams in the river
was about a kilometer from the mouth where the net was.
An extensive search was done over that last one kilometer,
including divers and shore patrols. No body ever showed up,
and no person was ever declared missing. To this day,
I questioned what the heck happened, and to this day
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I still have no idea. The second story, it is
written on your forehead. My boyfriend and I decided to
go to a Spiritualist church and for the hell of it,
and just to see what went on with those things.
We arrived late and sat down at the back, very
quietly so it as not to disturb what was actually
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going on. My eyes were rolling the whole time. At
the end, a lady came up to us and asked,
does the name Craig mean anything to you? Craig was
my boyfriend's name. Craig replied yes, but didn't even bother
to say that it was his name. I thought maybe
she had overheard me talk talking to him or something,
so again my eyes rolled up. She then asked if
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the twenty first was a number that meant anything to us.
The twenty first was Craig's birthday. Of course, we replied, yes,
but mind you, any day could have meant something to
us in some way. So my eyes went doing their
thing once again. Then she said that those two questions
meant something, that there was going to be an accident,
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that there was a corner, that there was speed involved,
and someone was hurt badly. Well, we went home and
thought nothing of it. But three months later, on the
twenty first, Craig was driving his car around a corner
and hid an old lady that had started to cross
the road against the light. My eyes don't roll back
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in my head so often anymore. Third story, My Granddad
my dream. As I mentioned, my family lives in New
Zealand and I'm the first generation to be born out
of skins. I never met my granddad, but I know
I would have loved him. Why well, listen, On one
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night I had a dream. I was in a bakery
and my granddad was there. We brought some doughnuts, and
the lady behind the counter knew my name and called
my granddad by his first name. She said that she
would meet up with us later, and we stayed in
the shop for a while as I admired the donut
machine by the window and just looked around. And we
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then left and went outside to talk. I can remember
what was outside. There was a tram up the hill,
a little in a factory wall on the far side
with a kokead painted on it. There were two old
fashioned lamp posts, and shops that were packed tightly together
with houses. We talked as we walked down the street,
and I can remember the things he told me. He
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told me that when a man hurts me, I shall
never fall into the weakness that will follow, that I
would be strong like my mother. There was He went
on about a few other things that have stayed embedded
in my mind. Anyway, I finally woke up and I
told my mother my Bamba dream, granddad being her father.
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She asked me to explain what the shop looked like.
I could still remember the name of it and describe
the whole place in detail, even the lace used to
the bell above the door. My mother went white. She
picked up the phone straight away, and I just wandered off.
Two weeks later, my mother called me into our study
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and asked me to look at some photos. In them
was the bakery that I had seen in my dream.
My grand stood outside of it with her arm around
my grandfather. Gran was dressed exactly as in my dream,
but my grandfather was dressed differently. She then produced some
photos inside the bakery, and again it was exactly the same.
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I asked where she had gotten the photos from, thinking
that I must have seen them and then maybe dreamt
about them, but they had arrived from Scotland that morning
from my Auntie's. A year later, I unfortunately was raped
by a man, and my mother confessed through tears that
she could help me because she too had been raped
at about my age. She taught me how to be
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strong as she had been, and a while later, when
I was talking to my mother, I asked who had
helped her when she had been raped, and her reply,
my granddad. If there is such a thing as angels,
my granddad is mine. I feel safe because he was
a big, strong man, but I also feel safer, not
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only because of the dream that I had, but this
strong sense that he will always be watching over me.
Apparitions Afoot by Travis. I have moved many times, and
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seemingly wherever I go, ghosts follow. My grandfather's house, which
I used to live in, is undoubtedly haunted. I woke
up one night to go to the bathroom, and as
I walked with my dog to the hallways, something in
my gut told me to look down the hall What
I saw scared me almost to death, A ghostly apparition
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sitting on one of my chairs. Smiling. I ran into
the bathroom, where I locked myself in and spent the
night there, also hearing my dog growling outside the door.
Neither of us slept. That happened sometime during the fall
when I was about seven. Another time, I was watching
a movie in my room and just staying up late,
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and during the middle of the movie, the video cassette
just spit itself out and the TV shut off. I
didn't think too much of it and just dozed off.
But I woke up maybe an hour or two later,
I can't be sure the exact time, and I thought
I heard voices coming from downstairs. I thought maybe it
was my grandfather and my parents, who were also watching
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a movie, so I went down to check it out.
When I reached the bottom, I just felt this feeling
of hate and sadness, and I wanted to cry. I
looked in the den and screamed as loud as I could,
because I saw four apparitions sitting in the four chairs
that were downstairs, and after I screamed, they just were
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kind of gone, just like that. The last story I
had at that house happened on Christmas Eve. I woke
up to the loudest bang that I had ever heard
in the house, and I knew it wasn't the floor.
Pip says, they don't make that much noise. Me being
a curious kid, and I went to check things out.
I looked at my parents and grandfather's room only to
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see them sleeping, and then I went looking for my
dog to make sure that he didn't knock something over.
To my surprise, my dog was still in my room.
He hadn't left, he hadn't woken up, and he had
gone to sleep with me. When I went down to
the living room where I heard the noise come from,
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nothing was there. And to this day, I still don't
know what made that noise or what the noise even was.
But the last story I'd like to share, I'm going
to keep brief. Last night I was at my uncle's
house babysitting and was in his room with my four
cousins and best friend I'll call him Pat. We had
just put two of my cousins to sleep, and they
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are one month and one year old. So two of
my cousins I'll refer to them as C one, C two,
and C three, as well as C four. C one
and C two were asleep and Pat, C four, and
C three were watching TV with me when several bumps
from downstairs were heard, and this bumping went on for
like ten minutes. It wasn't until I stood up and
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said to seemingly nothing stop or else you're going to
be messing with me the sound stopped just as suddenly
as they had begun. Yeah, I took a whole lot
of ribbing for that. I remember Pat looking at me
and saying, mess with you? Is that some kind of threat?
We all did get a laugh out of it, even
though it was creepy. But not long after that happened,
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the baby monitors sound transmitter went crazy and I picked
it up and I could hear a voice saying something
I wasn't too sure of, but I could hear there
was loud movement going on inside the room. You may ask,
why is that strange? Well, the room where those kids
were was only one room away from us, and we
didn't hear anything on the outside. Pack got up and
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went to check it out, but there was nothing in there.
Two minutes later, I saw a shadow move and the
door opened a creak, but nothing else happened until we
went to sleep. I woke up to see the motion
set certain nightlight down the hall going on and off,
but no one was walking by it. I kind of
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freaked out. Woke up Sea four and Pat and they said, man,
your mind's just playing tricks on you. Too many weird things.
Then the burglar alarm went on right after that, and
there was no sign of anyone breaking in. We checked
our cameras and nothing was there. I'm seventeen years old
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and I don't know about all this paranormal stuff, but
I think that I may have some psychic power, and
I think I may be drawing this stuff to me.
Who knows? This stuff never happens when I'm not around.
Anyone have any theories? Hey, gang, thanks for listening to
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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.
I read them all and we're at that time of
year again. If you have a true scary Halloween story,
please send it my way start in early this year.
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Already have a couple of stories that have been submitted,
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of things that go bump in the night. It could
be anything a ghost, a monster, or a guy next door.
Hey, campfire crew, let's get it on. If you didn't
kill him, then who danser? Who can say? Best thing
for him? Really? I saw hooded figures in my old
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high school, and nobody believes me. By promise, I'm not
a vampire for starters. I know this sounds insane and fake,
and if you don't believe me, that's all right. But
if you'd like to hear me out, please give your
thoughts on what I could have possibly stumbled upon the
other night. I'm a twenty year old female and my
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two friends of the same age are always hanging out
with each other when not busy with work and other responsibilities.
We went to the same K through twelveth school together.
We met in sixth grade and have been inseparable ever since.
Our school is one gigantic building pretty much in the
middle of nowhere. We live in a very rural county,
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so our towns are bare and there isn't much to
see besides farms and drive through coffee places. During the summer,
the school sits basically deserted, with nobody going in or
out other than than the mornings once in a blue moon,
to prepare for the upcoming year. In September, I'd see
the occasional family set up on the elementary section of
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the building taking advantage of the empty playground and letting
their children use it while I drove past to get
to my job. There'd sometimes be some people also taking
advantage of our schools walking and running track, but that
wasn't common. Other than that, the place is basically void
of any activity. With us being graduated and into our
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young adult years, we obviously hadn't been back to the
school for any reason. It was about ten fifteenish at night,
and my friends Mason, Emily, and I were all sitting
in Mason's car in a motion empty gas station parking
lot while we chowed down on the snacks we purchased
from there. It's not that important, but all three of
us are goth and it's a reason why we're so
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close and a reason why we enjoy the creepier things
in life. So when Mason suggested we drive around the
back roads where all the deserted homes and cemeteries were,
Emily and I happily agreed. She and I love to
point out the beautiful, neglected Victorian homes and what we'd
do with them if we had any money. I only
bring up that we enjoy the more unsettling things in
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life because none of us are super unsettled by peculiar
or unexplainable things, especially Mason. I've seen that boy watch
horror movies without so much as a muscle moving in
his face. He was nearly impossible to scare, as was Emily.
It'd take more than a jump scarer creek in the
floorboards to put them on edge. I myself have a
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large collection of taxidermy bones, teeth, creepy dolls, and other creepy,
weird things of that nature. We spent about half an
hour looking at homes and headstones on graves before finally
getting back onto the main road and heading back to
Emily's apartment, where we planned on sleeping over. It was
Emily's suggestion that we stop at our old high school
and creep around for old time's sake, so we did.
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Mason pulled into the empty parking lot and all of
us got out and made our way to the high
school and middle school section to look around. We all
told stories and reminisced about our time there, really emphasizing
how much we hated it. Honestly, Emily and I went
to the middle of the building where the cafeteria for
the middle school and high school was, and we stared
into the giant window. All we saw when there were
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stacked chairs and tables, all stored neatly in one corner.
The only visible light was coming from appliances and other
things left plugged in, along with a few small recess
lights in the ceiling. Mason had gone to the other
side of the building to peek into the window of
our old home room, which we thought nothing of since
we live in a safe area for the most part.
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Among all the other posters I saw on the walls
of the cafeteria about nutrition and stuff like that, something
below them suddenly caught my attention. An intense, dark crimson
red color caught my attention in the low light, when
I realized the cloth was covering a human figure. It
was impossible to tell if it was a man or
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a woman from where we stood, but I knew it
was a person, a person wearing a dark red cloak,
and they were just standing there, arms sticking straight out
at their sides, with their head aimed towards the floor.
They had a hood over their heads, so I saw
no face I was scared shitless, immediately feeling my stomach
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churn would dread unease. I shook Emily's shoulder while I
whispered to look. She was confused, but went silent as
she saw what I had been talking about. What the
fuck is that? Whispered, not taking her eyes off the
hooded person. Our horror and curiosity was interrupted and worsened
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when we suddenly heard Mason yelling for us, and his
footsteps fast approaching as he ran along the side of
the building to where we were. We couldn't tell what
he was saying, but we stood up from where we crouched,
and suddenly Emily screamed, grabbing my arm so tightly I
felt every one of her fingertips pinching my nerves. The
shriek that came out of her was like nothing I
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had heard before from anyone. I mean, it was just
pure fear. She began dragging me away from the window,
and it was only when I looked up as I
was being pulled away that I realized the hooded person
was standing right behind the glass. They had their heads
still tilted down pushed against it, and I still couldn't
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see their face. I too began to scream and scramble
to get myself upright and running. Like I said, we're
all goth and for some reason insist on wearing black
dresses that are far too so I was tripping and
trying not to stumble over my dress and platform boots
when we sprinted to Mason's car. Emily was in tears
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by the time we all got in and Mason peeled
out of the parking lot so fast as tires spun
and squealed on the pavement. We sped down the empty
main road, still freaking out, repeatedly yelling what the fuck,
what the fuck was that? And after a few minutes
of incoherent rambling, Mason finally got out what he'd been
trying to tell us back at the school. He explained
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that he turned down the flashlight of his phone and
angled it into the room he was looking into and
saw three people lined up facing against the wall, also
wearing those long hooded red cloaks. I was feeling sick
at that point, and honestly, I was worried I was
going to throw up. I told them that we needed
to call the police to tell them people might have
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broken in, but they pointed out how what we were
doing was sketchy, I mean, not illegal, but you have
to Rea, we were the only Goth people in a
town full of people who live by God's gun and country,
and we had serious doubts that they believe us, let
alone be on our side. My only guess was that
they were some kind of cult or something. But what
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were they doing in the school? None of us got
any sleep that night. I'm not sure how to summarize
what happened, and I told my family, but they think
I'm being dramatic and trying to scare my younger siblings.
I was in near tears before my parents half heartedly
validated my concerns. But I haven't gone back to my
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old high school since, and I never will. Three stories
from New Zealand, submitted by Lolita. First story, the child
with no Name, No family. I'd been part of a
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youth organization for some time when this happened. We took
kids twice a year for a week out to the
middle of nowhere and let them run wild. I mean,
let them do what kids do best. It isn't just
any camp. And I should explain that those kids were
under the age of twelve and were all coming from
abusive families. So the leadership we had at the camp
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was fantastic. The children were nurtured and loved, and every
single one of them had different needs. By the end
of the week, the leaders were tired, bruised, and ready
for a hot bath. But anyway back to what happened
one night two years ago on the grounds of the camp.
There's a river. Because it was the winter camp, the
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children weren't allowed anywhere near it. I mean they knew that,
and God blessed them. It was about the only rule
they obeyed. Being threatened with being sent home really does
work with kids that have such backgrounds. One little boy,
I'll call him Andrew, came down with a tummy bug.
Andrew wasn't one of the children that caused problems, just
a kid that was quiet and very withdrawn. He was
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sent to his room and told to get ready for bed,
and a camp leader waited outside his door until Andrew
gave the all clear. Well, Andrew never gave it all clear,
and the team leader called for another team leader to
come and assist him. None of the leaders were allowed
in a child's room by themselves. The other team leader
arrived and they went in and Andrew was no longer
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in his room, but the window was open. I cut
a long story short. We had about six team leaders
out looking for him. Myself and another girl, Emma, were
teamed up together and we took the lower camp site.
It was thought, but not voice, that he may have
gone down to the river, which was in full flood,
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a thought that sent chills down our backs really fast
when we both had it down that way, not saying
what we were both thinking. Then it came a scream,
and not just any scream. There was a child in
the river that was going under. His screams were piercing
and then would stop and then start again. And there
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was no doubt that it was coming from the river.
I mean, there was no doubt at all. When you
hear that, you can do whatever it takes to to
be done. When adrenaline starts up, you better believe it.
The two of us were hurtling barbed wire fences, two
electrical fences, and heaps of bushes. I've never moved so
fast in my life, and I could feel my heart
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so strong, beating so fast. We got to the river
and the screams were now further downstream, and then they stopped.
There was literally a pain in my heart when they stopped.
We started running to the top of the camp and
were greeted by four other team leaders heading down that way.
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They'd also had heard the screams. We got back up
to the camp and got on the radio notifying the
least that a child of eleven was in the flooded river.
My god, there was such fear but such control That night.
We got in a circle and prayed, and I don't
know why, but it was such a comfort. About ten
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minutes before the police arrived, a team leader was down
checking on the kids and who was wrapped up warmly
in bed Andrew. It was such a relief to see him.
He was dry, even though it was raining outside. But
there was still a kid in the river. Our head
count showed it was not one of ours. Then a
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camp that was further down the river called us up.
They too had heard the screams all the way down
the river. People had heard those screams. That was actually
in nat set up at the end of the river
that was placed on the first call, well before a
child being swept down the river could have gotten there,
but no body turned up. Nobody ever turned up. The
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last people to hear the child's screams in the river
was about a kilometer from the mouth where the net was.
An extensive search was done over that last one kilometer,
including divers and shore patrols. No body ever showed up,
and no person was ever declared missing. To this day,
I questioned what the heck happened, and to this day
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I still have no idea. The second story, it is
written on your forehead. My boyfriend and I decided to
go to a Spiritualist church and for the hell of it,
and just to see what went on with those things.
We arrived late and sat down at the back, very
quietly so it as not to disturb what was actually
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going on. My eyes were rolling the whole time. At
the end, a lady came up to us and asked,
does the name Craig mean anything to you? Craig was
my boyfriend's name. Craig replied yes, but didn't even bother
to say that it was his name. I thought maybe
she had overheard me talk talking to him or something,
so again my eyes rolled up. She then asked if
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the twenty first was a number that meant anything to us.
The twenty first was Craig's birthday. Of course, we replied, yes,
but mind you, any day could have meant something to
us in some way. So my eyes went doing their
thing once again. Then she said that those two questions
meant something, that there was going to be an accident,
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that there was a corner, that there was speed involved,
and someone was hurt badly. Well, we went home and
thought nothing of it. But three months later, on the
twenty first, Craig was driving his car around a corner
and hid an old lady that had started to cross
the road against the light. My eyes don't roll back
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in my head so often anymore. Third story, My Granddad
my dream. As I mentioned, my family lives in New
Zealand and I'm the first generation to be born out
of skins. I never met my granddad, but I know
I would have loved him. Why well, listen, On one
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night I had a dream. I was in a bakery
and my granddad was there. We brought some doughnuts, and
the lady behind the counter knew my name and called
my granddad by his first name. She said that she
would meet up with us later, and we stayed in
the shop for a while as I admired the donut
machine by the window and just looked around. And we
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then left and went outside to talk. I can remember
what was outside. There was a tram up the hill,
a little in a factory wall on the far side
with a kokead painted on it. There were two old
fashioned lamp posts, and shops that were packed tightly together
with houses. We talked as we walked down the street,
and I can remember the things he told me. He
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told me that when a man hurts me, I shall
never fall into the weakness that will follow, that I
would be strong like my mother. There was He went
on about a few other things that have stayed embedded
in my mind. Anyway, I finally woke up and I
told my mother my Bamba dream, granddad being her father.
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She asked me to explain what the shop looked like.
I could still remember the name of it and describe
the whole place in detail, even the lace used to
the bell above the door. My mother went white. She
picked up the phone straight away, and I just wandered off.
Two weeks later, my mother called me into our study
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and asked me to look at some photos. In them
was the bakery that I had seen in my dream.
My grand stood outside of it with her arm around
my grandfather. Gran was dressed exactly as in my dream,
but my grandfather was dressed differently. She then produced some
photos inside the bakery, and again it was exactly the same.
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I asked where she had gotten the photos from, thinking
that I must have seen them and then maybe dreamt
about them, but they had arrived from Scotland that morning
from my Auntie's. A year later, I unfortunately was raped
by a man, and my mother confessed through tears that
she could help me because she too had been raped
at about my age. She taught me how to be
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strong as she had been, and a while later, when
I was talking to my mother, I asked who had
helped her when she had been raped, and her reply,
my granddad. If there is such a thing as angels,
my granddad is mine. I feel safe because he was
a big, strong man, but I also feel safer, not
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only because of the dream that I had, but this
strong sense that he will always be watching over me.
Apparitions Afoot by Travis. I have moved many times, and
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seemingly wherever I go, ghosts follow. My grandfather's house, which
I used to live in, is undoubtedly haunted. I woke
up one night to go to the bathroom, and as
I walked with my dog to the hallways, something in
my gut told me to look down the hall What
I saw scared me almost to death, A ghostly apparition
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sitting on one of my chairs. Smiling. I ran into
the bathroom, where I locked myself in and spent the
night there, also hearing my dog growling outside the door.
Neither of us slept. That happened sometime during the fall
when I was about seven. Another time, I was watching
a movie in my room and just staying up late,
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and during the middle of the movie, the video cassette
just spit itself out and the TV shut off. I
didn't think too much of it and just dozed off.
But I woke up maybe an hour or two later,
I can't be sure the exact time, and I thought
I heard voices coming from downstairs. I thought maybe it
was my grandfather and my parents, who were also watching
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a movie, so I went down to check it out.
When I reached the bottom, I just felt this feeling
of hate and sadness, and I wanted to cry. I
looked in the den and screamed as loud as I could,
because I saw four apparitions sitting in the four chairs
that were downstairs, and after I screamed, they just were
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kind of gone, just like that. The last story I
had at that house happened on Christmas Eve. I woke
up to the loudest bang that I had ever heard
in the house, and I knew it wasn't the floor.
Pip says, they don't make that much noise. Me being
a curious kid, and I went to check things out.
I looked at my parents and grandfather's room only to
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see them sleeping, and then I went looking for my
dog to make sure that he didn't knock something over.
To my surprise, my dog was still in my room.
He hadn't left, he hadn't woken up, and he had
gone to sleep with me. When I went down to
the living room where I heard the noise come from,
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nothing was there. And to this day, I still don't
know what made that noise or what the noise even was.
But the last story I'd like to share, I'm going
to keep brief. Last night I was at my uncle's
house babysitting and was in his room with my four
cousins and best friend I'll call him Pat. We had
just put two of my cousins to sleep, and they
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are one month and one year old. So two of
my cousins I'll refer to them as C one, C two,
and C three, as well as C four. C one
and C two were asleep and Pat, C four, and
C three were watching TV with me when several bumps
from downstairs were heard, and this bumping went on for
like ten minutes. It wasn't until I stood up and
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said to seemingly nothing stop or else you're going to
be messing with me the sound stopped just as suddenly
as they had begun. Yeah, I took a whole lot
of ribbing for that. I remember Pat looking at me
and saying, mess with you? Is that some kind of threat?
We all did get a laugh out of it, even
though it was creepy. But not long after that happened,
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the baby monitors sound transmitter went crazy and I picked
it up and I could hear a voice saying something
I wasn't too sure of, but I could hear there
was loud movement going on inside the room. You may ask,
why is that strange? Well, the room where those kids
were was only one room away from us, and we
didn't hear anything on the outside. Pack got up and
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went to check it out, but there was nothing in there.
Two minutes later, I saw a shadow move and the
door opened a creak, but nothing else happened until we
went to sleep. I woke up to see the motion
set certain nightlight down the hall going on and off,
but no one was walking by it. I kind of
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freaked out. Woke up Sea four and Pat and they said, man,
your mind's just playing tricks on you. Too many weird things.
Then the burglar alarm went on right after that, and
there was no sign of anyone breaking in. We checked
our cameras and nothing was there. I'm seventeen years old
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and I don't know about all this paranormal stuff, but
I think that I may have some psychic power, and
I think I may be drawing this stuff to me.
Who knows? This stuff never happens when I'm not around.
Anyone have any theories? Hey, gang, thanks for listening to
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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.
I read them all and we're at that time of
year again. If you have a true scary Halloween story,
please send it my way start in early this year.
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Already have a couple of stories that have been submitted,
so thank you to those of you who have, but
I would love to have your stories. Looking for a
great Halloween extravaganza this year. If you're catching this on
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excellent to each other, and until next time, be wary
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of things that go bump in the night. It could
be anything a ghost, a monster, or a guy next door.
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