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00:00My name is Chris. This happened years ago, and it's something I actually forgot about until

00:16recently. I was 17 that summer, working nights at a pizza place on the outskirts of my childhood

00:22hometown. I wasn't thrilled with it, but with no money and two parents who would have killed

00:27me for being unemployed, I couldn't complain. It was one of those jobs you take because nothing

00:33else is hiring. Slow shifts, sticky uniforms, and a beat-up delivery car that barely made it up hills.

00:40At least I didn't have to drive my own car. That would have sucked. Oh yeah, not that this is super

00:45relevant, but I do want to mention that the pizza was god-awful, like genuinely terrible. I couldn't

00:52understand, actually I still don't understand, why anyone in their right mind would order from that

00:56spot. If not for the technology and relatively nice atmosphere it provided, I honest to god don't

01:03think we ever would have gotten a single order. That place is definitely the thing I missed the

01:07least about my childhood hometown. And that's saying something. The one saving grace about working

01:13there was that because the pizza was so bad, or because the place itself was so far away from our

01:18downtown, or maybe a combination of the two, people rarely ordered from us, so most nights were dead

01:24quiet. I'm not going to bore you with the mundane details about how my nights typically unfolded.

01:30It was a pizza place. I'm sure you could fill in the blanks yourself. One night, I was restocking

01:36the fridge with drinks, when the tablet buzzed with an online order. Large sausage and olive pizza.

01:43I remember that distinctly because we never got olives. The address was out in the middle of nowhere,

01:49past the edge of our delivery zone, and I remember getting ready to reject it out of habit.

01:53But before I could, my manager, this 30-something guy named Russell, who mostly sat in the back

01:59scrolling through Reddit, looked over and told me to take it, saying we hadn't had a single run in

02:04over an hour. I didn't argue, so when the pizza was ready, I typed in the directions on my phone

02:10and grabbed the pie. At least it would kill 30 or 40 minutes. As I was about to leave the store and

02:16walk to the car, I looked a little more carefully at the delivery instructions Russell had printed and

02:21stapled to the box, which I hadn't paid attention to until then. They said, and I remember this word

02:27for word, park on the street behind the house, walk through the backyard, knock on the back door only.

02:34That caught my attention a bit, but my 17-year-old brain thought of several rational reasons why

02:39someone might not want me to use the front door. Maybe they didn't want to wake an old person or a

02:44young child in the house. Maybe the front door of their house was being renovated. Maybe they wanted

02:49to hide the delivery from a parent or spouse. It really could have been any number of things.

02:54Plus, all I could think about was how slow the night was and how much longer it was going to

02:58feel if I sat around folding boxes. So I just decided to do my job. But the second I stepped

03:05outside, I started having second thoughts. It was one of those summer nights that felt like walking

03:11through soup, hot, humid, and completely still, like even the air was stuck in some kind of invisible

03:16jelly. I don't know if this will make sense, but there's the stale, sour smell you get when it's

03:22really humid and still out. Sort of like old plastic and sun-baked dirt. That's what it smelled

03:28like out there. I hate that smell more than anything, but it was unavoidable. I had the windows

03:34down for maybe two minutes before giving up and blasting the AC. The delivery address wasn't in

03:39the direction of downtown. It was actually in the exact opposite direction, even though the pizza place

03:45itself was already kind of in the middle of nowhere. The drive was supposed to take just

03:49over 25 minutes, but it felt longer because of how empty the roads were. I'm definitely exaggerating

03:55a bit. It's not like there were no houses for miles, but it was much less dense the further I drove.

04:02When I finally got to the address, I realized I was coming up behind the house. The GPS had routed me

04:08along the skinny little side street that ran parallel to a set of backyards. There weren't any streetlights,

04:14and the houses didn't have back porch lights either. It was all shadows.

04:19I remember slowing down and double-checking the house number because it looked totally dead.

04:24There were no lights inside and no cars in the driveway, just this sagging backyard with overgrown

04:30grass and a rickety wooden fence that didn't even close all the way. But still, I followed the

04:35instructions. I parked right there on the gravel shoulder, grabbed the pizza, and walked up the incline

04:42toward the back door. I had the pizza in one hand and my flashlight in the other,

04:47angling it down toward my feet so I wouldn't trip on anything. When I got to the top of the hill,

04:52I saw the back door. It was one of those old white ones with a small pane of glass at the top covered

04:57by a cheap curtain. I knocked and waited, but no one answered. I knocked a second time,

05:04knowing that my manager would be livid if I returned to the store empty-handed.

05:07After no response, I was about to knock a third time when I saw the curtain move. Not a lot,

05:14just this tiny little twitch, like someone brushed it with their finger. It was fast and I don't think

05:20I would have even noticed if I hadn't been staring at the glass. I stood there for another few seconds,

05:26expecting the person who was clearly standing right behind the door to finally open up.

05:30But before that happened, I noticed two unmarked cars pull up to the side street behind my car.

05:35My first thought was that I was about to get in trouble for trespassing or something.

05:40One of the car doors opened and someone stepped out. Even from the house, I could make out that

05:46it was a man in the light of the other car's headlights. The guy motioned for me to walk

05:50over to him, which is what I did, assuming that he had ordered the pizza and that I had beaten him

05:55home from work or something. But as I got closer, I realized he was flashing me something in his hand.

06:01It was a badge. The guy was an undercover police officer, which I was able to ascertain because

06:07he wasn't wearing a uniform, just normal clothes. As soon as I got within a certain distance of him,

06:13he told me to head back to my car and wait there. That was it, that's all he said. So I did.

06:19I backed away slowly, climbed into the delivery car, and sat there watching. That's when I realized

06:26there weren't just two officers. There were five, maybe more. All of them had flashlights,

06:31but none of them said a word. They moved stealthily, circling the house like they were

06:36trying not to be seen. Not one of them knocked or announced their presence, which I found strange.

06:42It was a pretty bizarre sight. I remember one of the officers reaching for the back door handle,

06:47the same one I had just knocked on, and gently trying it. When it didn't open,

06:52he just nodded at one of the other guys and backed off. It felt like I was watching something I wasn't

06:57supposed to see, and I guess I was. Eventually, the first officer came back to my car and crouched

07:03beside the window. I rolled it down, and he looked over the pizza box on the passenger seat

07:08and let out this short sigh. He was relatively vague with what he told me, but he didn't seem

07:13like a tool, just that he was trying not to say too much. Basically, he said that there was an

07:18ongoing investigation involving that property, and that he, along with the rest of the officers,

07:23were staking it out. He apologized for taking so long to intervene, and told me that I had pulled

07:28up the exact time they were repositioning their vehicles. I asked if he wanted to see the delivery

07:33order, and he nodded. I pulled it up on the delivery app, but I could tell it was useless.

07:39There was an associated phone number with the order, along with the delivery address and the first name,

07:44met Jerry, but it didn't seem particularly helpful. The officer read it, took the number down,

07:49then told me to leave immediately. I expressed my frustration to him, saying that my boss was

07:55going to kill me for returning with the pizza, and the guy just shrugged his shoulders. Then he

07:59repeated his instruction for me to leave, and started walking away from the car. I was pissed,

08:04but there was nothing I could do, so I drove off. It took me the entire ride back for the whole thing

08:10to sink in. I didn't really grasp the gravity of the situation until stepping out of the car.

08:16If the police hadn't intervened when they did, something awful could have happened.

08:20I don't even know what. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that the threat of the

08:25police was probably the only reason the person didn't open the door to accept the pizza.

08:29But why would someone order a pizza if they were being staked out? Maybe the person inside the

08:34house didn't know they were being watched. Or maybe they did, and I was part of some test run,

08:39like maybe I was the bait to see if the cops were watching that side of the house.

08:43Or if they left. The curtain moving, the silence, the timing, I don't know. What I do know is that

08:51I will never get an explanation for what happens, and thinking back to this incident is mostly a

08:55waste of time. I probably would have forgotten all about this if one of my high school friends

09:00hadn't brought it up the other week. I didn't even remember it at first. It's probably best I

09:04forget about it again, but I figured I'd share it here before that happens.

09:09This happened just last year. I'm 40 now, married with two boys, ages 7 and 5. I work in insurance,

09:27which sounds boring because it is. But we're stable, and that's all I care about at this point in life.

09:32A couple years ago, my dad passed away after a long bout with cancer. He left behind a beach

09:39house down in Delaware that I had never been to before because he used to rent it out year-round.

09:44It's nothing flashy or big, but it's in a fantastic spot, just one block off the boardwalk.

09:50My favorite part about it by far is the upstairs back deck that provides a really nice view of the

09:55ocean. We started going there every summer after he passed, using it as our escape. A week here,

10:01weekend there, it became our little family tradition. As much as my wife and I love spending

10:06time there, the boys love it even more. They'll spend hours on end playing on the beach, riding

10:12bikes, and exploring the town. It feels like a gift, something my dad left behind for us to enjoy.

10:19This story takes place during one of those weeks last summer. We'd gone down in mid-July,

10:24a Sunday through Friday kind of thing, when the crowds would thin out mid-week and the beach was a

10:29little quieter. I remember the night clearly. It was a Wednesday. The boys had knocked out around

10:349.30 after a long day in the sun, and my wife and I were sitting on the back deck, playing cards and

10:39sipping wine. That's when our older son, Jordan, came outside. He had this uneasy look on his face.

10:46He told me he kept hearing a scratching noise in his room, and it was keeping him awake.

10:51I glanced at my wife, then set my glass down and stood up, telling him I'd go check it out.

10:56I told my wife to hang tight. I figured it was probably just generic house sounds.

11:02It is a pretty old house after all. The boys don't share a room, so I figured there was no

11:07need to wake our younger one. I followed Jordan downstairs to his room, and he pointed to the

11:12wall near his bed and motioned for me to be quiet. We both stood there for a while, and I didn't hear

11:17anything at first, but I didn't want him to think I didn't believe him, so I stood there a little while

11:22longer. After maybe 20 seconds, I finally heard it. Faint at first, but definitely there. A soft

11:31scratching sound, just like he had described. I crouched down and pressed my ear to the wall.

11:37It didn't sound like an animal up in the rafters or anything. It sounded like it was coming from

11:41inside the wall, lower down and closer to the baseboards. That's when I heard it. Breathing.

11:48Not an animal. Definitely not. It was deep, slow, human breathing. I flinched back and let out a

11:56sharp, Jesus Christ, without even meaning to. And then, I'm not kidding about this, I heard the most

12:02guttural and angry scream I've ever heard ring out from somewhere inside the wall. It caught me so

12:08off guard that I yelled out again, a feeling of existential dread hitting me right in the face.

12:13I grabbed Jordan by the arm and yanked him out of the room. We ran down the hall to get my younger

12:18son, Scott, who was still sound asleep. I didn't even give him a chance to open his eyes. I just

12:24scooped him up in my arms and ran. I needed to get back upstairs to the deck where my wife was.

12:30That was the only other thing on my mind at that point. As we reached the base of the stairs,

12:35I yelled for her, and then I heard another scream come from somewhere behind me, only much closer this

12:40time. I turned around and saw a man, covered in filth, charging down the hallway straight at us.

12:46I nearly tripped, trying to get up the stairs with both my sons, but we made it upstairs and

12:51onto the deck just in time. Not two seconds after I slammed the sliding door shut, the guy hit the

12:56glass full force. I genuinely thought it would shatter. He started clawing at the door like an

13:02animal, shrieking and pounding, all the while yelling things I can't bring myself to repeat.

13:07I threw my body against the door and yelled at my wife to grab the kids and call the police.

13:13She grabbed them and covered their ears, pulling them back from the scene. I kept my eyes on his,

13:18trying to block the view of him from my family. He was wild, completely unhinged. His hands smeared

13:25something. Dirt, blood, I don't even know. He smeared it across the glass as he banged and tried to force

13:31the door open. I don't know how long I held it shut. A minute, five, it felt like forever. He seemingly

13:38had unlimited energy, because it took all my strength to keep that door shut and he didn't let up once.

13:44All I could think about was protecting my family. I was fully prepared to fight the guy if the glass

13:49broke, but before that happened, the police finally showed up. They must have come around the side, because

13:55within seconds, I saw two officers inside the house running at the guy who was still banging on the

14:00door. One of the officers tackled him from behind, and the other one helped restrain him. The rest of

14:05the night was a blur. After getting that guy out of my house and in the back of a police car, the

14:11officers asked me for my version of things, which I told them. Together, the three of us inspected the

14:16house to try and assess how that man had been inside the walls, and how he had gotten out so quickly.

14:21Turns out, the house has a crawlspace I didn't know about. There's an entrance underneath the

14:26back porch that you wouldn't know was there unless you were looking. From there, it leads into a

14:31standing crawlspace that runs alongside the foundation and has a second access point through

14:36a loose panel in Jordan's closet. I had no idea it was there. I'd never done a full inspection of

14:43the house when I'd inherited it. Hell, I didn't even bother refinishing it. A few days later, I got more

14:49information from a detective who called to follow up. He told me the perpetrator admitted that he'd

14:55been staying in the crawlspace for months, that he had discovered the crawlspace entrance during the

14:59off-season, and was planning to harm my family that night for intruding on his quote, new home.

15:05Apparently, the guy had been stealing food from both our house, which we somehow did notice,

15:10and our neighbor's trash bins. We didn't go back for the rest of the summer, not out of fear of

15:15something else happening, but out of trauma. I didn't want to bring my wife or kids back there

15:20for a while, and they didn't object. I hired a crew to seal off the crawlspace completely,

15:26and once that was done, I was finally able to relax a little. We've been using the house again

15:32this summer, and I'm glad to say that things are back to normal, or at least as close to it as we're

15:37going to get. I grew up in a kind of rural area where you could ride your bike for miles without

15:50seeing another person. Like a lot of people, my favorite season was always summer. It still is

15:56actually, but it's been a while since I lived out in the country, so summer's lost a little bit of

16:01its charm. A lot of what made summer so special to me is tied to life in the middle of nowhere.

16:07There was something about the warmth, quiet, and emptiness I loved, something I could never find

16:11in the city. It's hard to explain, but I just felt so isolated, but in a good way. Like I had my own

16:18little corner of the earth, all to myself. Like I could disappear for hours and no one would know.

16:24Summer nights were always the best. The darkness added to the feeling of privacy and freedom that

16:29the little girl I used to be craved. I was 16 at the time. I had a friend back then named Taylor.

16:36She was a little more reckless than me, always pushing the limits in small ways.

16:40One random night in July, we decided to go stargazing. Just us, two bikes, and a bottle of

16:46wine. It wasn't the first time we had done something like this. Actually, it's something we did quite

16:52often. That is, until what I'm about to tell you happens. Come to think of it, this was probably one of

16:58the last times we went stargazing together. We didn't have a specific plan, just a direction.

17:03We wanted to go somewhere new, since the old spots were getting a little repetitive.

17:08Taylor said she knew a good spot past the edge of town, some abandoned stretch of farmland where

17:13nobody ever would bother us. It was sometime around 10 o'clock when we left. I'm not sure how long we

17:19biked, maybe 20 minutes, maybe 30, but we didn't stop until we were past anything even remotely

17:25civilized. At some point, Taylor just stopped her bike abruptly and told me we were here.

17:31I wasn't really sure what here meant, since there were no descriptive landmarks around,

17:35but it still felt perfect. Wide open field, no buildings, no fences, no cows, just a huge

17:42patch of grass and the endless starry sky. We spread out a blanket and popped the cork with

17:48the little opener Taylor had somehow remembered to bring. It was some cheap red wine that didn't

17:53taste all that good, but it did the job. We laid there for a while, passing the bottle

17:58back and forth, pointing out the few constellations we remembered by name. Our goal on nights like

18:03this was always the same, try and spot a shooting star. At one point, Taylor asked me if I thought

18:09we'd actually see one, and I told her, probably not, but to keep looking anyway. They're not

18:14as uncommon out in the country where you can see so many stars, but you still have to pay

18:18attention. Shooting star or not though, we were having a great night. The wine was definitely

18:24doing its job, and I started feeling myself slipping into drunkenness. It was the kind

18:30of night that made you feel like time didn't exist, kind of like what I was talking about

18:34earlier. This isn't super relevant to the story, but it's one of the few things I remember

18:38about the night, so I'm going to quickly tell you anyway. There was a very brief moment

18:43that felt like a blip in the rhythm of the night. We were leaning back, and Taylor looked

18:48at me in this way that made me wonder if she wanted something more than friendship.

18:52Growing up, I always had that suspicion about her, but it was never motivated by anything

18:56more than curiosity. But that night, it felt a little stronger than I could recall it ever

19:01being. I didn't ask, didn't say anything. That kind of thing just wasn't talked about

19:06openly where we grew up. And besides, maybe I was just tipsy and reading too into things.

19:12Either way, it passed. We laughed about something dumb she said, and then looked up just in

19:17time to catch a shooting star streak across the sky. If anyone has ever seen a shooting

19:22star, they know the uncontrollable reaction it elicits. Like you just can't help but laugh

19:27or shout something out into the night. The two of us giggled, and Taylor told me to make

19:32a wish. I don't remember what it was, probably something silly. We leaned back and talked for

19:37a few more minutes, our moods a little uplifted from seeing the shooting star. I closed my eyes

19:43for a moment, not to fall asleep, just to feel the breeze on my face for a second and

19:47settle further into the stillness. I swear on my life, my eyes were not closed for more

19:52than five seconds. But when I opened them, Taylor was gone. Like, gone-gone. Not just

19:58off to pee or fiddling with her phone, she was actually gone, which I could tell from the

20:03fact that both she and her bike were nowhere in sight, even though mine was still sitting

20:08right next to the blanket. I sat up fast, thinking maybe she was messing with me. But

20:13even after turning a full 360, I couldn't see her. In that moment, I felt this unexplainable

20:20feeling of fear wash over me. The empty field I was sitting in suddenly felt suffocating,

20:25and the gentle charm of the night was replaced by panic. The stars looked dimmer, that's the

20:31part I can't forget. The sky was still there, but it felt off, like someone had turned the

20:36brightness down or smeared something over it. And the air felt colder, too. Not like

20:41it had cooled naturally, but like I stepped into a different version of the same place.

20:45I know I'm not making any sense, but like I said, the feeling was unexplainable.

20:50I pulled out my phone to check the time. It was 3am exactly. That timestamp is burned into

20:56my memory, and probably will be forever. I had to blink a few times to make sure my mind

21:01wasn't playing tricks on me. It hadn't even been midnight just a few minutes ago.

21:06I kept staring at the time on my phone, wondering if I had somehow fallen asleep.

21:11I knew I hadn't, but I couldn't be sure. Would Taylor really leave me there all alone,

21:16though, even if I had fallen asleep? There was no way. She wouldn't have done that in a million years.

21:22I stood up, spun around, and called her name a bunch of times, but she didn't answer. I didn't

21:28know what to think. The only logical explanation was that she had ditched me for some reason.

21:34Maybe she'd gotten annoyed or wandered off and left me passed out, but I couldn't figure out why.

21:40We hadn't argued, and the vibe had been good. Really good, honestly. I called her phone a bunch

21:45of times, too, but those were unanswered as well. After that, I started crying. I mean,

21:52can you really blame me? I didn't know what else to do. I grabbed my bike and started pedaling back

21:57towards my house, trying not to panic. That ride felt like it took forever. It was probably the

22:03scariest I'd ever felt on a bike. I didn't stop until I made it back to my driveway, completely out

22:09of breath and still not understanding what had just happened. I went to sleep immediately.

22:14The next day, I texted Taylor first thing in the morning, expecting an apology or at least an

22:20explanation, but instead, she demanded one from me. She asked me word for word, where the hell did

22:27you go last night? I told her what I remembered, how I'd woken up alone at 3am and assumed she'd left

22:33me, but then she hit me with the thing that made me send the story in. She said she was the one who

22:39had woken up alone at 3am and I was the one who was gone. She waited for me for over an hour, then

22:45biked home angry and confused, assuming I'd gotten annoyed and left her there. According to her, I just

22:51vanished, and I was just as convinced the same thing happened in reverse. We went in circles for a bit,

22:58trying to piece it together, but nothing added up. Neither of us had memory gaps beyond that moment.

23:03Neither of us had texts or calls or anything that could help reconstruct what actually happened.

23:09Even though both of us swore remembering calling each other after waking up, none of those missed

23:14calls were in either of our phone logs. Eventually, we dropped it. Or at least, we stopped talking about

23:20it. But I think both of us were far more terrified than we wanted to admit. I know I was. For months,

23:27I'd find myself lying in bed, looking out my window at the stars and remembering that night.

23:32Taylor and I didn't stargaze much after that night. Maybe once or twice. In a sense,

23:38things did go back to normal. We continued living our lives, and that was that. But even now,

23:43I still have no explanation for anything that happened that night. I wouldn't call myself

23:48superstitious or a believer in the paranormal, but everyone I tell this story to immediately

23:53attribute it to something unnatural. And maybe they're right, but I really don't like thinking

23:58about that. I do consider the possibility that she simply lied to me. Either way, I get a really

24:04unsettled feeling, like something happened to us that night that I'll potentially never figure out

24:08for as long as I live. I haven't heard from Taylor for years, but I'd bet my life on the fact that she

24:14two still wonders from time to time about what happened to us that summer night in the field.

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