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Nightfall Crypt
She thought it was just a childhood dream—ten strange figures standing silently in the woods, blurry like static and humming a tune no child should remember. It was a summer evening, the air thick with the scent of pine and the distant sound of crickets. But decades later, her twin brother confesses he still hears that same melody in his head… and it's getting louder.
Now, she’s remembering what they both tried to forget, but some things, like shadows in the night, don’t go away. They linger, they wait, and they always find a way back.
They wait. They watch. And they sing. Their presence, like a dark cloud, never dissipates, always looming, always there.
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Transcript
00:00What if the first time it calls you, you're still safe?
00:04But the second time, something steps closer.
00:13Our first story begins in a quiet backyard, where a young girl hears her name called from the woods.
00:20There's no malice in the voice, no distortion. That's what makes it terrifying.
00:25Because sometimes, the most dangerous thing isn't what's unknown. It's what feels familiar.
00:37I didn't turn around right away. Something in me knew not to.
00:42I was ten years old the first time I heard it.
00:46It was late April, one of those afternoons when the wind still carried winter's teeth,
00:52but the sun had started to soften the earth.
00:56I was sitting on the bench behind our house, just wood and nails. My dad built it the summer before.
01:04That spot became my little place.
01:07You could see the tree line from there,
01:09the dense curtain of pines that bordered the backyard and stretched down into the hollow.
01:14I liked the quiet. I liked the way it smelled out there. Sap. Dry dirt. The ghost of last year's leaves.
01:25But that day. That day I heard my name. It was a moment that froze me in fear and uncertainty, unsure of what was happening or what was to come.
01:36Emma. Just that. Calm. Even. No urgency. No echo. Like someone standing five feet behind me,
01:49speaking low so only I would hear. I froze. Not a leaf rustled. No footsteps. No breathing.
01:59I was petrified. The thought of turning around was paralyzing, as if some unseen force was holding me in place.
02:08I didn't call out. Because some part of me knew, instantly and with certainty, that no one was supposed to be there.
02:19And whoever, or whatsoever was, it wasn't looking for a conversation.
02:27I was filled with dread as I made my way back to the house, my steps slow and deliberate.
02:35I didn't want to know. I was terrified of what might be waiting for me.
02:41I didn't tell my parents. What was I supposed to say? Did the forest talk to me? But I stopped going to the bench for a while.
02:50Days passed. Weeks. I convinced myself it had been my imagination. Maybe it had.
02:57I was a lonely kid. I read a lot. My mind wandered, and the whispers haunted me.
03:04Then, one night that summer, I woke up thirsty and padded to the kitchen.
03:09The lights were off, the windows reflecting the faint blue of the moon.
03:14I was halfway to the sink when I heard it again. My name.
03:19Not from the forest this time. From the hallway behind me.
03:24Emma. I turned so fast, I almost lost my balance.
03:30No one. No shadow.
03:32No creak of floorboards. No wind.
03:38Just stillness. And the faint hum of the fridge.
03:43I stood there holding my breath, heart hammering, ears straining.
03:48I wanted to scream, but something told me not to make a sound.
03:54I went back to bed. Covered my head. Told myself I was dreaming.
04:00But from that night on, I heard it once a week. Always in different places.
04:09Sometimes outside. Sometimes inside. Sometimes it came from places where no one could be.
04:16When I was 12, I finally asked my neighbor if she'd ever heard someone call her name when no one was there.
04:25Mrs. Dorsey was kind. A little odd. But she didn't laugh.
04:30Instead, she looked me dead in the eyes and said,
04:37Don't answer it. That was all.
04:41She wouldn't say more.
04:43I never brought it up again.
04:46But her answer stuck with me.
04:48Like a warning echoing in my mind.
04:50The voice stayed with me into my teens.
04:55It didn't happen often. Maybe once a month.
04:59Sometimes I could go two months without hearing it.
05:03Then suddenly I'd be walking to class or brushing my teeth.
05:07And I'd listen to it again.
05:09Always the same.
05:12Emma. Always clear.
05:15Human. No distortion. No malice, even.
05:19Human. That was the worst part.
05:23It didn't sound threatening.
05:25It sounded like someone who loved me.
05:28When I was 16, I heard it while I was driving home.
05:32It came from the passenger seat.
05:35I slammed the brakes, heart thudding, and pulled over, shaking so hard I could barely hold the wheel.
05:43No one was there, of course.
05:46But the seat belt was twisted.
05:48As if someone had just climbed out.
05:52The dread and terror I felt in that moment were unlike anything I had experienced before.
05:59No one was there, of course.
06:02But the seat belt was twisted.
06:04As if someone had just climbed out.
06:06People who heard their names whispered from woods.
06:19From mirrors.
06:20From beneath their beds.
06:23Some said it was a spirit.
06:26Others claimed it was a mimic.
06:28A shapeshifter.
06:29A knocker.
06:30An old world thing that called your name until you acknowledged it.
06:34And then it would never leave.
06:36One post chilled me.
06:40The first time you hear it, you're still safe.
06:43But once you answer, you've let it in.
06:46I thought of Mrs. Dorsey.
06:51Don't answer it.
06:53I never had.
06:55Not once.
06:57Until I was 19.
06:58It was a stormy night.
07:02The power had gone out.
07:03And the candle I'd lit in the hallway kept flickering like it didn't want to stay lit.
07:07I returned to my childhood home for the summer after college.
07:12Mom and Dad were asleep.
07:14I was brushing my teeth upstairs when the lights came back on.
07:18Relief flooded me.
07:21Then I heard it.
07:24Emma.
07:25This time it was closer.
07:27Not behind me.
07:29Right beside my ear.
07:32I whipped around.
07:34Nothing.
07:34But my reflection in the mirror was smiling.
07:40I wasn't.
07:42I screamed.
07:44Loud enough to wake my dad.
07:47I told him I saw something in the mirror.
07:50He searched the house.
07:52Checked every door and window.
07:55Nothing.
07:56But I didn't sleep that night.
07:59Because for a second,
08:02when I'd looked into the mirror,
08:04I had the distinct, paralyzing sense that I was not the one inside.
08:11I left for college the next morning and didn't come home again that year.
08:16The voice stopped for a while.
08:19Months passed.
08:21Then a year.
08:22I started to hope it had come to an end.
08:26A hope that brought me a brief but much needed relief.
08:31I started to hope it had come to an end.
08:35Then I got the letter.
08:37It came in a blank envelope.
08:39No return address.
08:41Typed.
08:42Not handwritten.
08:43Inside was a single sheet of paper.
08:48One sentence.
08:50You turned when I said your name.
08:54I moved apartments within the week.
08:56I'm 30 now.
08:59I've never been married.
09:02I keep to myself.
09:04However, last week,
09:05a neighbour knocked on my door to report something unusual.
09:10She said,
09:11I was walking my dog by the woods.
09:14I thought I heard someone calling my name.
09:17But when I turned around, there was no one.
09:19Just trees.
09:21It was so...
09:22personal.
09:24Like someone knew me.
09:26I asked her what the voice sounded like.
09:30She frowned.
09:32Then said,
09:34It sounded kind of like you.
09:37It's spreading.
09:39Or following.
09:41Or wearing me like a mask.
09:44I don't know.
09:46But I've started hearing my name again.
09:48In places I've never been in other people's mouths.
09:52I saw a little boy at the park say it.
09:56Emma.
09:57Like he was remembering something.
10:00His mother asked him who he was talking to.
10:03He said,
10:05The lady behind the tree.
10:08There was no one there.
10:11Except for the tree.
10:12And a bench.
10:15They say your name holds power.
10:19That once something knows it.
10:21Truly knows it.
10:22It can follow you.
10:25Twist around you.
10:27Call to you like it belongs.
10:29And if you ever answer.
10:32Then maybe it does.
10:35So don't say your name out loud.
10:38And never ever turn around.
10:39But not all dangers come from the woods.
10:45Some step right up to your door.
10:48Wearing a smile.
10:49Holding a box.
10:50And waiting for just one invitation.
10:54Our second story moves from whispering trees to a sleepover in suburbia.
11:00Where a knock becomes something much more.
11:05I don't remember what movie we were watching when the doorbell rang.
11:09Probably something we weren't supposed to be watching.
11:12It was a black and white horror film.
11:15Mia said her older brother had burned onto a disc for her.
11:20Something grainy and slow.
11:22With too many shadows and not enough music.
11:25It made us feel brave.
11:29Like we were in on a secret.
11:32Mia's parents had left that morning for a wedding in Palm Springs.
11:36The house was ours for the weekend.
11:39And it felt like we were floating.
11:41Two 11-year-old girls suspended in that rare bubble of time where we were technically alone.
11:47But still safe.
11:49Or so we thought.
11:50The neighborhood was one of those quiet suburban crescents where nothing ever happened.
11:57Wide driveways.
11:59Still air.
12:00Sprinklers ticked off at even intervals like a hidden clock.
12:05Everything was beige and polite.
12:07Even the wind barely moved the hedges.
12:11Mia's house was tucked near the end of the block.
12:13Far from the streetlights.
12:16We didn't notice how dark it had gotten.
12:18We'd ordered pizza just before sunset.
12:21Cheese and black olives.
12:22Her favorite.
12:24Paid online.
12:26Left a generous tip.
12:27Checked the box that said,
12:29Leave at door.
12:30But made no notes about being kids alone.
12:33Why would we?
12:35It wasn't a big deal.
12:37The doorbell echoed through the house as if it were deeper than it should have been.
12:42Like it came from underground.
12:43That's it!
12:46Mia jumped up.
12:48I followed her.
12:50Sock feet slipping slightly on the waxed wood floor as we passed down the hall toward the door.
12:56She switched on the porch light.
12:58Then hesitated.
13:00He's just standing there.
13:03She whispered.
13:04Peeking through the peephole.
13:07Isn't that what he's supposed to do?
13:09I said, trying to sound older than I felt.
13:14She opened the door a few inches, the chain still hooked in place.
13:19Hi.
13:20We already paid online.
13:22The man didn't speak.
13:26He was tall.
13:27Too tall for the porch.
13:29His shoulders hunched as if he had to adjust to fit the frame of the doorway.
13:33He held the pizza box out with one stiff arm.
13:37The other hung strangely at his side.
13:40Fingers curled in slightly.
13:42Unmoving.
13:44His uniform looked authentic enough.
13:46Red cap.
13:47Black shirt with a logo.
13:48But something about the colors felt wrong.
13:52Almost too dark.
13:54As if the red had faded into a brownish hue that reminded me of dried blood.
13:59Mia looked back at me.
14:01You want to grab it?
14:04I stepped forward, feeling a strange coolness in the air around the threshold.
14:09Not the cold from outside air.
14:11Something else.
14:13Hollow.
14:14Still.
14:17I undid the chain.
14:20Thanks.
14:21I mumbled, reaching for the box.
14:25That's when he looked at me.
14:27His eyes were pale.
14:29Not blue.
14:30Not grey.
14:32Just off.
14:35And wide.
14:36Too wide.
14:37He didn't blink.
14:40Not once.
14:42You girls here alone?
14:44He asked slowly.
14:46His voice was smooth like syrup, but flat.
14:49Mechanical.
14:50Like it had been learned.
14:52Practiced.
14:53There was no rise and fall in his tone.
14:57I froze.
14:58Mia hovered behind me.
15:00No.
15:01No.
15:02I blurted.
15:04Her parents are upstairs.
15:07He didn't look up.
15:09Not even a glance toward the ceiling.
15:12Just leaned slightly forward.
15:14His hand brushed mine.
15:17His skin was dry.
15:20Cold.
15:22Like parchment.
15:23Well, that's good.
15:27He said.
15:29Barely audible.
15:31Then he smiled.
15:33But it wasn't a smile.
15:35His lips stretched slightly, revealing no teeth.
15:39The corners twitched like someone who'd seen smiling done once in a mirror,
15:43and was trying to replicate it.
15:45Something in me recoiled.
15:48Mia slammed the door shut.
15:50We stared at each other, silent.
15:54Creepy.
15:56She said with a forced laugh.
15:59Let's eat.
16:01But the footsteps didn't fade.
16:04We stood in the hallway.
16:07Listening.
16:09He hadn't moved.
16:11Creak.
16:13The sound of weight shifting on wood.
16:16Slow.
16:17Deliberate.
16:18Like he was still out there.
16:21Knock.
16:22Just one.
16:24Calm.
16:25Measured.
16:27Like he wasn't in a hurry.
16:30Mia locked the deadbolt.
16:32We already tipped him, right?
16:35I nodded.
16:36Online.
16:37Ten bucks.
16:40Knock.
16:41I felt it through the floor.
16:43She tiptoed to the peephole again, then froze.
16:48I joined her.
16:49He was still there.
16:51Not moving and just standing.
16:53The pizza box was gone.
16:55His hands were now at his sides.
16:57His head was slightly tilted.
16:59And those eyes, unblinking, locked on the door like they could see through it.
17:04We backed away.
17:07What does he want?
17:09I whispered.
17:11I don't know.
17:13We crept to the living room, but even there, it didn't feel safe.
17:17The pizza box sat on the coffee table, untouched.
17:22I couldn't look at it.
17:24I felt like something had passed through it.
17:27Like the box itself might still be warm from his hands.
17:30We turned the TV back on for noise.
17:34The screen flickered but offered no comfort.
17:38Our backs were pressed against the wall.
17:40We didn't speak.
17:42We just listened.
17:45Another knock.
17:47This one is softer.
17:49Fingertips, maybe.
17:52Then silence.
17:54We counted.
17:56One minute.
17:57Then two.
18:00No more sounds.
18:02Mia stood up and crept back down the hall.
18:05I followed her, heart hammering.
18:08She looked through the peephole and gasped.
18:12What?
18:13I whispered.
18:16He's not there.
18:18We both stared through the glass.
18:21Empty porch.
18:23Nothing.
18:24Still, we locked everything.
18:28Curtains drawn.
18:29Lights off.
18:31Upstairs, we pushed her dresser in front of the bedroom door and slept in the same bed,
18:36fully clothed, with a flashlight between us.
18:40But I didn't sleep because every creak and every breath from the walls felt wrong.
18:45At 3.13am, I sat up.
18:50Something tapped the window.
18:53Easy.
18:54Just enough.
18:56Tap.
18:58Pause.
18:59Tap, tap.
19:01I couldn't look.
19:03I couldn't move.
19:05The tapping stopped.
19:07I waited.
19:08A shape moved past the edge of the blinds.
19:12Something tall, gliding instead of walking.
19:16To avoid waking Mia, I took precautions.
19:20I refrained from screaming.
19:23I just lay back down and stared at the ceiling until daylight touched the wall.
19:26When her parents got home, we told them everything.
19:32They exchanged looks.
19:34Said it was probably someone who got the wrong address.
19:38Said we let our imaginations get the better of us.
19:42Except…
19:44Mia's dad checked the security camera and the footage cut out for seven minutes,
19:50right after the delivery.
19:52Just a black screen with a time stamp still running.
19:56And on the outside of the front door, just below the peephole, there was a smear.
20:02Long.
20:03Thin.
20:04It was as if the side of a face had been pressed against the wood.
20:08No fingerprints.
20:09Just a trace.
20:11Two nights later, Mia called me, crying.
20:16There was another knock at a late hour.
20:19No delivery.
20:20No box.
20:23Just a knock and a shadow on the porch that disappeared before her dad could open the door.
20:29She said the porch light flickered for an hour afterward.
20:33And last month, I swear I saw him again, across the parking lot at the grocery store.
20:40Same black shirt.
20:42Same pale face.
20:43Same color face.
20:44Same ему.
20:44Same black shirt.
20:46Same fried face.
20:46Same cinco man, right?
20:46Same GPS.
20:48Same.
20:48Same white shirt.
20:49Insom
21:05days. And the logo we thought we saw, no one recognizes it. We never found out who he was.
21:15And maybe that's the point. Because some eyes don't blink. Because they don't have to.
21:21And some things wait for your permission before they step inside.
21:26And while some threats knock, others simply wait. In our final story, we return to the woods,
21:40but through memory. What happens when you forget something terrible, only for it to remember you?
21:50I didn't remember them until my brother asked me if I still saw them in the trees.
21:56We sat at the edge of his property, in creaky lawn chairs, watching his kids chase fireflies.
22:04His house sat next to a thick forest, its dense foliage casting eerie shadows.
22:10It reminded me of our shared childhood home, but this was different.
22:15The evening air smelled of moss and dry bark, but there was an underlying scent of something sinister.
22:22The sky above the trees looked like rusted steel, a foreboding sign.
22:29In this strange atmosphere, he asked me about them.
22:35It felt like he was digging up a long-forgotten secret, a secret that should have stayed buried.
22:41Do you still see them?
22:45I said nothing at first.
22:48I kept staring at the woods.
22:50My stomach dropped the way it does when you miss a step on the stairs.
22:55My mouth went dry.
22:58Them?
22:59He didn't look at me.
23:00You know, the ones in the trees.
23:06That should have been the moment I laughed and teased him.
23:09Told him he was being weird again.
23:12But I didn't.
23:13Because I felt it too.
23:16The shift.
23:17It was as if the air around us had thickened.
23:20And the sounds of the forest had hushed.
23:22The return of something I'd buried so deep.
23:27I thought it had never been real.
23:29We were eight.
23:31It was the first time we had seen them.
23:34I woke up to my brother crying.
23:37These soft little gasps are like someone trying to breathe without waking a ghost.
23:43He was standing at our bedroom window, staring out into the dark.
23:48Do you hear it?
23:50He whispered.
23:53I didn't.
23:54Not at first, but then I sat up, and there it was.
23:57This humming.
23:58Distant, but clear.
23:59Not mechanical.
24:00Not like a car or refrigerator.
24:03It was human.
24:04Voices.
24:05Several of them.
24:07They weren't singing a song, not exactly.
24:09More like passing sound between them.
24:12One hum would rise and trail off.
24:16Then another would catch it.
24:17Then another.
24:19Like wind through reeds.
24:20We pressed our faces to the glass.
24:25And that's when we saw them.
24:27Ten of them.
24:29Standing at the edge of the tree line.
24:32They appeared blurred and difficult to see.
24:34They would stutter, experiencing minor glitches.
24:38They were tall.
24:40Too tall.
24:41They weren't black shapes.
24:43They shimmered with a faint glow, resembling static on a dead channel.
24:48No eyes.
24:49No mouths.
24:50But we could tell they were watching.
24:54We kept it from our parents.
24:56The next day, it had vanished.
24:59There were no footprints in the dirt.
25:02Only fog enveloped the area.
25:05No branches broke.
25:06A few nights later, I tried to tell myself it was a dream.
25:12I walked to the same window, and I looked out.
25:16They were closer.
25:19Seven feet from the window.
25:21They hadn't moved.
25:23They appeared closer than before.
25:27One of them stretched out a hand, as if it wanted someone to touch it.
25:32I never told my brother about that.
25:36Not until now.
25:38Twenty-two years later.
25:39I still hear it sometimes, he said, eyes on the treeline.
25:46The song.
25:47When I'm tired.
25:49When I'm driving alone.
25:52You hum it in your sleep.
25:55I said before I realized I had not meant to say that.
25:59I remember.
26:01He blinked and turned his head with deliberate slowness.
26:06Do you remember?
26:07I nodded.
26:11I thought it was a dream.
26:13He looked relieved.
26:16But then he said something that turned my stomach.
26:20They only show up after you see them once.
26:24They can't come unless you look for them.
26:27That's why I never told my kids.
26:30There was silence between us.
26:32But it wasn't just any silence.
26:34It was the kind that feels alive.
26:39As if it's waiting for something to break it.
26:42I thought it was over.
26:44I thought he'd grown obsessed with an old dream.
26:47But that night, when I stayed over in the guest room, I woke up at 3.17am.
26:55My ears were ringing.
26:57I heard something low, almost too soft to notice, like a vibration in my bones.
27:03I turned toward the window.
27:06They were there.
27:09Ten of them.
27:11Exactly as before.
27:14Static outlines.
27:16No face.
27:19Motionless.
27:20But the worst part wasn't seeing them again.
27:24I scrambled out of bed.
27:27The figure didn't move.
27:29Didn't advance.
27:32It held the gesture like a forgotten statue.
27:36When I opened the door to my brother's room, he was already sitting up.
27:40They're here again, I said.
27:45He nodded.
27:48Why are they back?
27:50His face was gray in the moonlight.
27:53Because we remembered.
27:56The next morning, we didn't speak about it.
28:00I left his house by ten.
28:02I told him thanks, that I needed some air, and drove four hours home without turning on
28:08the radio.
28:10The song was still in my head, note by note, rising and falling in a pattern that never
28:16quite resolved.
28:18When I got home, I found a shoebox in my closet.
28:23I didn't remember having saved it.
28:27Inside were crayon drawings from our childhood.
28:29One of them stopped my breath.
28:34Two stick figures.
28:36A boy and a girl.
28:38We are standing at a window.
28:40Ten tall figures in the trees beyond.
28:44The figures are drawn with a sense of dread.
28:46Their features exaggerated to convey the fear we felt that night.
28:51Written in backward letters at the bottom.
28:54The Watchers.
28:56I didn't show the drawing to my husband.
28:59I said nothing.
29:02Tucked it into the kitchen drawer with the scissors and rubber bands.
29:06But that night, I had the worst sleep I've had in years.
29:11I kept waking to a low vibration.
29:15Not in my ears.
29:17In the walls.
29:18It felt like the house was haunted.
29:22The next morning, my daughter asked me what the song was.
29:27What song?
29:29I asked, forcing a smile.
29:32She hummed it.
29:34Not possible to remove the adverb.
29:36And then she said,
29:38The people in the trees sang it to me.
29:42I almost lost my grip on the plate I was washing.
29:46My throat tightened.
29:47There aren't any people in the trees, I said, my words tumbling out before I could think.
29:55She looked confused.
29:58But you used to see them too.
30:01I stared at her for a long time.
30:03How do you know that?
30:07She shrugged and turned back to her cereal.
30:10They told me.
30:12It's been a month.
30:15Every night now I hear the melody.
30:18It's subtle.
30:20I almost forgot it's there.
30:23Like background radiation.
30:25I no longer go to the window.
30:27But my daughter does.
30:31I hear her tiny feet pad across the carpet in the early hours.
30:36Stopping at the glass.
30:38Sometimes I hear her whispering.
30:42Last week, she drew a picture and left it on my pillow.
30:46Ten tall figures.
30:49And beneath them, she and I were standing side by side holding hands.
30:54In the drawing she has no eyes.
30:57White circles.
30:59I'm remembering more now.
31:02Our mother used to hum that song.
31:04In the car.
31:06While folding laundry.
31:08I thought it was something she had made up.
31:10But what if it wasn't?
31:12What if she saw them too?
31:15My brother said something I can't forget.
31:18They show themselves only to children.
31:22But they follow the blood.
31:24I'm scared that whatever they are, ghosts, spirits, things older than those words,
31:32they're not tied to places.
31:35They're tied to people.
31:37To memory.
31:39To names.
31:41They don't knock.
31:43They don't speak.
31:45They watch.
31:47And once you look back,
31:48they stay.
31:53Three stories.
31:55Three invitations.
31:57Each bearing a cryptic message that tantalizes the mind
32:00and a promise of revelation that beckons the curious.
32:03A name spoken.
32:07A knock answered.
32:09A glance returned.
32:11None of them seem dangerous.
32:14Until, in a sudden twist,
32:16something stepped in.
32:18Are these stories of ghosts?
32:21Mimics?
32:22Or something older?
32:25Something that travels through memory?
32:27Through names?
32:28Through blood?
32:29Perhaps they linger.
32:32Their gaze still upon us.
32:35And maybe.
32:37They.
32:39The unseen forces.
32:42Entities that exist beyond our comprehension.
32:45That control our destinies.
32:47Only needed you to listen.
32:49The unseen forces.
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