November 18, 2025 • 19 mins
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Speaker 1 (00:02):
Hey, cabfire crew, let's get it on. It's pretty shitty
out there, huh. I like keeps everybody inside, bushes everything clean.
(00:26):
I was stalked inside a psych ward by straight for
shady trigger warning for sexual harassment. The story happened when
I was eighteen and in intensive eating disorder recovery. I
didn't know it then, but I had highly disassociated BPD
(00:47):
and PTSD. One night, I physically fought my friends badly
enough that they called the Eating disorder center. And I
don't remember what I did. I just remember feeling trapped
and in danger. When I arrived at the center, the
cops were already there. I was still out of it
(01:07):
and was moved to the stretcher with cuffs on. I
received a court order to go on a seventy two
hour psychiatric hold, and then I would have to go
back to twenty four to seven care and participate in
another outpatient program because of this. That hospital is where
the story of perverted men who I believe were sex
offenders took place. One man was manic and the two
(01:32):
of us played UNO a lot. He was a really
sweet guy, but hadn't come down from his mania. He
wasn't the problem. In fact, he helped me get the
other men away. I was the youngest woman there, being
barely eighteen at an adult unit. I didn't realize that
this would be something that the men in there would
(01:53):
drool over so much. And I fully understood that there
were probably sex offenders in that unit and they deserved
treatment too, So I tried not to let anything bother me,
but it got to a point where I couldn't be
outside my room without being harassed. A man, let's call
him Jake, had some serious problems that I didn't know
(02:14):
much about. I'm almost certain he was put there because
these incidents probably happened in public. He may have been
charged with some kind of public indecency crime. He was
in his late thirties or early forties. He didn't talk much,
but as soon as I stood anywhere near him, his
hands went down his pants. He didn't try to hide it,
(02:37):
in fact, he wanted me to see it and would
make direct eye contact with me. Sometimes he would creep
up behind me and I would jump, hearing him breathing
heavily because of what he was doing. I told a
nurse about it, who blamed my clothing joggers in a
flannel like, what the fuck? At shift change, I told
(03:02):
another nurse who didn't care. My room was at the
end of one hall and he was across from mine.
Jake began to follow me and stand right outside of
my door for as long as I was in my room.
He even tried to rush in after me once I
shouted at him and slammed the door, but of course
there are no locks. In a psych word. He didn't leave,
(03:26):
but he did take a step back, but he began
following me with his hand constantly down his pants and
would move closer and closer to me until I could
feel his breath. No one gave a shit about Jake
specifically doing this to me, after all, I was only
one patient. Finally, I told the overnight nurse, who was
(03:49):
shocked and disturbed by Jake's actions. Despite me trying to
ward him off, she was the only one that cared,
and she managed to switch Jake's room to the other
side of the unit. He didn't stop, but knowing he
wouldn't always be outside my door was a relief. Along
came the second man, who I'll call Jackson. I believe
(04:12):
he was in his late twenties or early thirties. Jackson
seemed to be in a sane state of mind and
I never found out why he was there. At first,
he was nice like the UNO guy, but that stopped
one morning when he grabbed my book from my hands
and wrote his number on it and said we need
to hook up when we're out. All I said was
(04:36):
give me my book back, and he turned it into
a stupid game where he would move my books if
I wasn't touching it at the moment. He followed me
as well, but in a way where he was obviously
trying to flirt with me. It was completely different than Jake,
who never really spoke. Jackson never left me alone. If
(04:58):
he saw me, it didn't matter what I was doing.
He would come over and make inappropriate comments to me
when all the staff could hear. They didn't care at all.
Jackson was ballsy in the worst way. He slyly began
to touch me and would get visibly angry if I
rebuffed him, and this is where UNO Guy was very helpful.
(05:24):
Uno Guy was large and intimidating, while Jackson was maybe
five to six and had a slight build. The time
that infuriated me with Jackson was when I was speaking
to a nurse and he jumped at me to startle me.
I have a very strong startle reaction from childhood trauma,
and he thought it was hilarious to push my buttons
(05:44):
that way. It didn't matter how many times I told
him to stop. He took everything I said like I
was a silly little girl who didn't know what I
was talking about. Once he snuck up on me and
grabbed a bit of skin near my right boom, and
he pinched and twisted it. He used his nails, too,
so it did hurt quite a bit. He wouldn't let go,
(06:07):
and the nurse even laughed while I was telling him
to stop because I didn't like it. Jackson just laughed
at how I couldn't take a joke. I told him
I was about to break the rules and swing on him.
Then the nurse cared not about what Jackson did, but
about what I said. I pointed out that Jackson broke
(06:29):
the rules of no touching and no hurting people, but
it didn't matter. For the rest of my stay, Jackson
continued acting that way regardless of my response. He was
a menace. But Jake was the one who frightened me
more Jackson was loud, sexist, and entitled. Jake was quiet, sneaky,
(06:52):
and clearly had some kind of compulsion to jerk it
when he saw me. I was so relieved when I
was discharged. I've been to four psych wards and they've
all been bad in their own way. This was the
first adult unit I had been in, and having older
men doing the most was not something I expected. Unfortunately,
(07:13):
when I came back to treatment, that was a whole
different beast to face scary encounter in the woods by
target altruistic. I can remember almost every little detail of
this crazy encounter me and a friend had in the
(07:35):
woods that still sends shivers down my spine when I
think about it. Back in May of twenty twenty, when
COVID first shut down all the schools, I was a
senior in high school and me and a friend would
hang out at their house almost every day. This friend
lived in a nice small town in South Jersey and
lived in a very small neighborhood. The neighborhood was really
(07:59):
just two sides streets that connected at the top and
made a rectangle behind. It was all woods and no
houses in sight for miles and miles except for one
small side trail that led to another small neighborhood off
to the right of that one. One night around mid May,
we were just chilling and I remember seeing a skateboard
(08:19):
in their garage and I wanted to learn how to
ride one, so we grabbed it and went to the
back connected street right at the woodline. There was a
small hill in the road so I could get practice.
When we got to the hill, which was only like
a two minute walk, I noticed a path in between
two houses on the back street. It was curious what
(08:39):
the trail was. Then I kept practicing going down the
hill and ended up hitting the smallest pebble known to
mankind and fell and fractured my wrist. Fast forward a
day and the following night, I brought up that path
into the woods and asked my friend if he had
ever been back there, and his response was somewhere along
(08:59):
the line of yeah, I go for walks back there
at least twice a week. We both thought it would
be a little fun adventure, but all I can say
now was is it was going to be the complete opposite.
We both brought small handheld flashlights and didn't use them
until we passed both houses on each side of the
trail entrance, and like I mentioned earlier, there was a
(09:23):
side trail that led to another neighborhood and we didn't
feel like going there. Decided to go off trail and
go deeper into the woods. That was another decision that
would later turn on us. After walking deeper in for
about five minutes, we heard what sounded like something crunching
a bunch of leaves in front of us. We both
(09:45):
stopped and shined our lights in the direction and saw nothing,
both thinking it was a deer or something. After that,
we decided to go in a new direction away from
the crunches, and another five minutes we heard the same
crunching noise in front of us again. We shined our
lights again and saw nothing, and at that moment it
(10:08):
started to rain slightly. Both of us were a little
creeped out and knew something or someone was down there
with us. I got a bad feeling and said quietly,
we need to get out of here asap. But our
dumbasses went off path twice, and when we finally got
back on the original path, all I remember was hearing
(10:30):
the same crunching noises of sticks and leaves behind us again.
At that point, it started to rain pretty hard and
we started speed walking. The next second, I decided to
turn around and look, and all I saw were four
flashlights coming right at us, almost running at us. After that,
(10:50):
we started full on sprinting and somehow managed to run
right past the exit of the trail back to the
road in the neighborhood, and we were really about to
try and climb one of the house's giant fences to
get out of there, but that wasn't going to go
so well with me and my fractured wrist, so the
only other way was to run back towards where the
(11:11):
lights were. Surprisingly, they weren't there. They were gone. We
got a small sense of relief, but we were still
a little freaked out, and I ended up being the
first one off the trail onto the road, and my
friend decided to casually walk out and I kept telling
him to move faster, and then the next second, all
(11:35):
I saw were four separate flashlights running again, coming up
behind my friend, and that's when I yelled run, and
luckily he did. We sprinted down the street and went
around the corner and I turned around to see what
looked like three or four people standing near the entrance
of the trail, not moving. I mainly saw them from
(11:58):
a dim street light. They gave off just enough light
to make out some figures. We ran back to my
friend's house, locked the doors, and felt relief knowing we
were safe. To this day, I refused to go near
that trail again and wonder who those people were and
what their intentions were. My friend and I started to
(12:19):
talk and give out solutions of who they were, and
if they were cops, they would have announced themselves, and
why would they have been that deep in the woods
with no cop cars around. We immediately eliminated them. No
one had followed us back down there, since the noises
were first in front of us, and it couldn't have
been another group from the side trail because we would
(12:41):
have seen them coming down. Whoever it was was most
definitely already down there before us and had to be
watching us for quite some time. Not a single word
from them was spoken, and they were chasing us. I
still strongly believed to this day whoever they definitely didn't
(13:01):
have good intentions if they actually had caught up with us. Sorry,
this story might be a lot, but I haven't really
talked about it to too many people for fear of
judgment or anything else. So here I am now sharing
a real scary encounter that I had in the woods.
(13:27):
The Foster House submitted by Hydra. My mother had a
friend who took care of foster children. They ranged in
age from twelve to eighteen years old. She bought this
house in the early seventies and transformed it from its
previous boarding house trappings to become just a regular home.
(13:48):
Then she brought the foster children in, and that's when
it all started. Typewriters went crazy. As soon as the
lights went out at night, they would turn the lights
on and then all the sounds would stop. And the
funny thing was that they didn't even have one typewriter,
much less several to constitute such a racket. Televisions all
(14:11):
over the house would turn themselves on and off, even
the ones that didn't have a remote control. The sounds
of people running up and down the long staircase again
and again for hours sometimes went on, and strange talking
whispers at night, words that never could seem to be heard,
happened all the time. Then one night, one of the
(14:35):
older kids woke up with a start as he heard
footsteps outside his room. He opened his door and saw
an old man in tattered clothes covered in what he
said looked like algae, limping down the hall. He freaked
out and shut the door, finally fell asleep and woke
up to all the other kids in the hallway looking
(14:55):
at piles of algae on the floor and wet footprints
lead to a blank wall. Every night after that there
was the smell of stagnant river water in that hall,
and all that stuff was pretty harmless, scary at times,
but nothing damaging. All of it continued for several years
(15:18):
until a new kid came to the home. The moment
he stepped into the doorway to be welcomed by his
foster family, all of the kitchen cabinets slammed open at once,
and that smell of river water at night dissipated, but
objects like bottles and glasses and plates were discovered smashed
(15:38):
on the hallway floor by some unseen hand. One night,
the new boy woke up to his bed shaking like
there was an earthquake going on. He went to jump
out of bed and fell six feet to the floor
from where his bed had floated upwards. He screamed out
for help, and the bed slammed down on him. Fell
(16:01):
slammed as if pushed by a giant hand. It even
broke some floorboards and shattered the oak posts of the
wooden bed. Thankfully, he wasn't hurt too bad, but he
refused to sleep in that room again. That type of
havoc went on for weeks. Things the boy had brought
with him ended up mangled or missing, like an electric
(16:23):
guitar that became split exactly in two. Whenever he was
alone somewhere, he would report a cold breeze in the
area and said he could hear whispering, so he decided
to try to never be alone. Finally, the foster mother
couldn't take it anymore, and she hired a psychic to
(16:44):
come and exercise the house. She wasn't religious and the
church had just brushed her off, so the psychic it was,
and when she came, she suggested a seance to understand
the house. First, she suggested that the newer boy be
there as well as the other children. During the seance,
(17:04):
everything was fine, some things were moved, and a cold
chill came and went, and then the psychic asked the
spirits in the house to leave. The cabinet doors in
the kitchen slammed open again and it became icy cold.
The new boy began to choke. The mother tried to
help him, but she fell to the floor and couldn't
(17:26):
get up, like someone was sitting on her, and the
boy stood and was pushed against a column in the room.
The psychic screamed for the spirit to be gone, to stop,
to go. Finally, the other kids were able to drag
the boy out of the house, and he had developed
deep bruises on his neck in the shape of fingers.
(17:49):
He left the house that night to live in a
temporary home until he could be placed somewhere else. When
he left, the damaging events ended, but the others continued
to this day. I've been there many times. The last
time I was there, someone grabbed me from behind, like
you know when someone sneaks up on you to scare you.
(18:12):
When I turned around, there was nothing there but a
cold breeze to hit me in the face. I left
and I won't ever go back there. Hey, gang, thanks
(18:41):
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Hey, cabfire crew, let's get it on. It's pretty shitty
out there, huh. I like keeps everybody inside, bushes everything clean.
(00:26):
I was stalked inside a psych ward by straight for
shady trigger warning for sexual harassment. The story happened when
I was eighteen and in intensive eating disorder recovery. I
didn't know it then, but I had highly disassociated BPD
(00:47):
and PTSD. One night, I physically fought my friends badly
enough that they called the Eating disorder center. And I
don't remember what I did. I just remember feeling trapped
and in danger. When I arrived at the center, the
cops were already there. I was still out of it
(01:07):
and was moved to the stretcher with cuffs on. I
received a court order to go on a seventy two
hour psychiatric hold, and then I would have to go
back to twenty four to seven care and participate in
another outpatient program because of this. That hospital is where
the story of perverted men who I believe were sex
offenders took place. One man was manic and the two
(01:32):
of us played UNO a lot. He was a really
sweet guy, but hadn't come down from his mania. He
wasn't the problem. In fact, he helped me get the
other men away. I was the youngest woman there, being
barely eighteen at an adult unit. I didn't realize that
this would be something that the men in there would
(01:53):
drool over so much. And I fully understood that there
were probably sex offenders in that unit and they deserved
treatment too, So I tried not to let anything bother me,
but it got to a point where I couldn't be
outside my room without being harassed. A man, let's call
him Jake, had some serious problems that I didn't know
(02:14):
much about. I'm almost certain he was put there because
these incidents probably happened in public. He may have been
charged with some kind of public indecency crime. He was
in his late thirties or early forties. He didn't talk much,
but as soon as I stood anywhere near him, his
hands went down his pants. He didn't try to hide it,
(02:37):
in fact, he wanted me to see it and would
make direct eye contact with me. Sometimes he would creep
up behind me and I would jump, hearing him breathing
heavily because of what he was doing. I told a
nurse about it, who blamed my clothing joggers in a
flannel like, what the fuck? At shift change, I told
(03:02):
another nurse who didn't care. My room was at the
end of one hall and he was across from mine.
Jake began to follow me and stand right outside of
my door for as long as I was in my room.
He even tried to rush in after me once I
shouted at him and slammed the door, but of course
there are no locks. In a psych word. He didn't leave,
(03:26):
but he did take a step back, but he began
following me with his hand constantly down his pants and
would move closer and closer to me until I could
feel his breath. No one gave a shit about Jake
specifically doing this to me, after all, I was only
one patient. Finally, I told the overnight nurse, who was
(03:49):
shocked and disturbed by Jake's actions. Despite me trying to
ward him off, she was the only one that cared,
and she managed to switch Jake's room to the other
side of the unit. He didn't stop, but knowing he
wouldn't always be outside my door was a relief. Along
came the second man, who I'll call Jackson. I believe
(04:12):
he was in his late twenties or early thirties. Jackson
seemed to be in a sane state of mind and
I never found out why he was there. At first,
he was nice like the UNO guy, but that stopped
one morning when he grabbed my book from my hands
and wrote his number on it and said we need
to hook up when we're out. All I said was
(04:36):
give me my book back, and he turned it into
a stupid game where he would move my books if
I wasn't touching it at the moment. He followed me
as well, but in a way where he was obviously
trying to flirt with me. It was completely different than Jake,
who never really spoke. Jackson never left me alone. If
(04:58):
he saw me, it didn't matter what I was doing.
He would come over and make inappropriate comments to me
when all the staff could hear. They didn't care at all.
Jackson was ballsy in the worst way. He slyly began
to touch me and would get visibly angry if I
rebuffed him, and this is where UNO Guy was very helpful.
(05:24):
Uno Guy was large and intimidating, while Jackson was maybe
five to six and had a slight build. The time
that infuriated me with Jackson was when I was speaking
to a nurse and he jumped at me to startle me.
I have a very strong startle reaction from childhood trauma,
and he thought it was hilarious to push my buttons
(05:44):
that way. It didn't matter how many times I told
him to stop. He took everything I said like I
was a silly little girl who didn't know what I
was talking about. Once he snuck up on me and
grabbed a bit of skin near my right boom, and
he pinched and twisted it. He used his nails, too,
so it did hurt quite a bit. He wouldn't let go,
(06:07):
and the nurse even laughed while I was telling him
to stop because I didn't like it. Jackson just laughed
at how I couldn't take a joke. I told him
I was about to break the rules and swing on him.
Then the nurse cared not about what Jackson did, but
about what I said. I pointed out that Jackson broke
(06:29):
the rules of no touching and no hurting people, but
it didn't matter. For the rest of my stay, Jackson
continued acting that way regardless of my response. He was
a menace. But Jake was the one who frightened me
more Jackson was loud, sexist, and entitled. Jake was quiet, sneaky,
(06:52):
and clearly had some kind of compulsion to jerk it
when he saw me. I was so relieved when I
was discharged. I've been to four psych wards and they've
all been bad in their own way. This was the
first adult unit I had been in, and having older
men doing the most was not something I expected. Unfortunately,
(07:13):
when I came back to treatment, that was a whole
different beast to face scary encounter in the woods by
target altruistic. I can remember almost every little detail of
this crazy encounter me and a friend had in the
(07:35):
woods that still sends shivers down my spine when I
think about it. Back in May of twenty twenty, when
COVID first shut down all the schools, I was a
senior in high school and me and a friend would
hang out at their house almost every day. This friend
lived in a nice small town in South Jersey and
lived in a very small neighborhood. The neighborhood was really
(07:59):
just two sides streets that connected at the top and
made a rectangle behind. It was all woods and no
houses in sight for miles and miles except for one
small side trail that led to another small neighborhood off
to the right of that one. One night around mid May,
we were just chilling and I remember seeing a skateboard
(08:19):
in their garage and I wanted to learn how to
ride one, so we grabbed it and went to the
back connected street right at the woodline. There was a
small hill in the road so I could get practice.
When we got to the hill, which was only like
a two minute walk, I noticed a path in between
two houses on the back street. It was curious what
(08:39):
the trail was. Then I kept practicing going down the
hill and ended up hitting the smallest pebble known to
mankind and fell and fractured my wrist. Fast forward a
day and the following night, I brought up that path
into the woods and asked my friend if he had
ever been back there, and his response was somewhere along
(08:59):
the line of yeah, I go for walks back there
at least twice a week. We both thought it would
be a little fun adventure, but all I can say
now was is it was going to be the complete opposite.
We both brought small handheld flashlights and didn't use them
until we passed both houses on each side of the
trail entrance, and like I mentioned earlier, there was a
(09:23):
side trail that led to another neighborhood and we didn't
feel like going there. Decided to go off trail and
go deeper into the woods. That was another decision that
would later turn on us. After walking deeper in for
about five minutes, we heard what sounded like something crunching
a bunch of leaves in front of us. We both
(09:45):
stopped and shined our lights in the direction and saw nothing,
both thinking it was a deer or something. After that,
we decided to go in a new direction away from
the crunches, and another five minutes we heard the same
crunching noise in front of us again. We shined our
lights again and saw nothing, and at that moment it
(10:08):
started to rain slightly. Both of us were a little
creeped out and knew something or someone was down there
with us. I got a bad feeling and said quietly,
we need to get out of here asap. But our
dumbasses went off path twice, and when we finally got
back on the original path, all I remember was hearing
(10:30):
the same crunching noises of sticks and leaves behind us again.
At that point, it started to rain pretty hard and
we started speed walking. The next second, I decided to
turn around and look, and all I saw were four
flashlights coming right at us, almost running at us. After that,
(10:50):
we started full on sprinting and somehow managed to run
right past the exit of the trail back to the
road in the neighborhood, and we were really about to
try and climb one of the house's giant fences to
get out of there, but that wasn't going to go
so well with me and my fractured wrist, so the
only other way was to run back towards where the
(11:11):
lights were. Surprisingly, they weren't there. They were gone. We
got a small sense of relief, but we were still
a little freaked out, and I ended up being the
first one off the trail onto the road, and my
friend decided to casually walk out and I kept telling
him to move faster, and then the next second, all
(11:35):
I saw were four separate flashlights running again, coming up
behind my friend, and that's when I yelled run, and
luckily he did. We sprinted down the street and went
around the corner and I turned around to see what
looked like three or four people standing near the entrance
of the trail, not moving. I mainly saw them from
(11:58):
a dim street light. They gave off just enough light
to make out some figures. We ran back to my
friend's house, locked the doors, and felt relief knowing we
were safe. To this day, I refused to go near
that trail again and wonder who those people were and
what their intentions were. My friend and I started to
(12:19):
talk and give out solutions of who they were, and
if they were cops, they would have announced themselves, and
why would they have been that deep in the woods
with no cop cars around. We immediately eliminated them. No
one had followed us back down there, since the noises
were first in front of us, and it couldn't have
been another group from the side trail because we would
(12:41):
have seen them coming down. Whoever it was was most
definitely already down there before us and had to be
watching us for quite some time. Not a single word
from them was spoken, and they were chasing us. I
still strongly believed to this day whoever they definitely didn't
(13:01):
have good intentions if they actually had caught up with us. Sorry,
this story might be a lot, but I haven't really
talked about it to too many people for fear of
judgment or anything else. So here I am now sharing
a real scary encounter that I had in the woods.
(13:27):
The Foster House submitted by Hydra. My mother had a
friend who took care of foster children. They ranged in
age from twelve to eighteen years old. She bought this
house in the early seventies and transformed it from its
previous boarding house trappings to become just a regular home.
(13:48):
Then she brought the foster children in, and that's when
it all started. Typewriters went crazy. As soon as the
lights went out at night, they would turn the lights
on and then all the sounds would stop. And the
funny thing was that they didn't even have one typewriter,
much less several to constitute such a racket. Televisions all
(14:11):
over the house would turn themselves on and off, even
the ones that didn't have a remote control. The sounds
of people running up and down the long staircase again
and again for hours sometimes went on, and strange talking
whispers at night, words that never could seem to be heard,
happened all the time. Then one night, one of the
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older kids woke up with a start as he heard
footsteps outside his room. He opened his door and saw
an old man in tattered clothes covered in what he
said looked like algae, limping down the hall. He freaked
out and shut the door, finally fell asleep and woke
up to all the other kids in the hallway looking
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at piles of algae on the floor and wet footprints
lead to a blank wall. Every night after that there
was the smell of stagnant river water in that hall,
and all that stuff was pretty harmless, scary at times,
but nothing damaging. All of it continued for several years
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until a new kid came to the home. The moment
he stepped into the doorway to be welcomed by his
foster family, all of the kitchen cabinets slammed open at once,
and that smell of river water at night dissipated, but
objects like bottles and glasses and plates were discovered smashed
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on the hallway floor by some unseen hand. One night,
the new boy woke up to his bed shaking like
there was an earthquake going on. He went to jump
out of bed and fell six feet to the floor
from where his bed had floated upwards. He screamed out
for help, and the bed slammed down on him. Fell
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slammed as if pushed by a giant hand. It even
broke some floorboards and shattered the oak posts of the
wooden bed. Thankfully, he wasn't hurt too bad, but he
refused to sleep in that room again. That type of
havoc went on for weeks. Things the boy had brought
with him ended up mangled or missing, like an electric
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guitar that became split exactly in two. Whenever he was
alone somewhere, he would report a cold breeze in the
area and said he could hear whispering, so he decided
to try to never be alone. Finally, the foster mother
couldn't take it anymore, and she hired a psychic to
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come and exercise the house. She wasn't religious and the
church had just brushed her off, so the psychic it was,
and when she came, she suggested a seance to understand
the house. First, she suggested that the newer boy be
there as well as the other children. During the seance,
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everything was fine, some things were moved, and a cold
chill came and went, and then the psychic asked the
spirits in the house to leave. The cabinet doors in
the kitchen slammed open again and it became icy cold.
The new boy began to choke. The mother tried to
help him, but she fell to the floor and couldn't
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get up, like someone was sitting on her, and the
boy stood and was pushed against a column in the room.
The psychic screamed for the spirit to be gone, to stop,
to go. Finally, the other kids were able to drag
the boy out of the house, and he had developed
deep bruises on his neck in the shape of fingers.
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He left the house that night to live in a
temporary home until he could be placed somewhere else. When
he left, the damaging events ended, but the others continued
to this day. I've been there many times. The last
time I was there, someone grabbed me from behind, like
you know when someone sneaks up on you to scare you.
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When I turned around, there was nothing there but a
cold breeze to hit me in the face. I left
and I won't ever go back there. Hey, gang, thanks
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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
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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.
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