10 Scariest TRUE Stories of 2025

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00:00:00Back in 2017, I had moved to a smaller town in rural Illinois, and I only knew one person in

00:00:18town. I'm a bit of an introvert, so I had a hard time making friends, especially being single and

00:00:24in my early 20s living in a town filled with a population that was mostly retired.

00:00:28My friend, who I'll call Clara, introduced me to an older couple that were maybe in their early 50s

00:00:34and were looking for a dog sitter. She thought it would be a good way for me to make some connections

00:00:39while living there. We had made time to meet at their house so I could see the lay of the land

00:00:43and meet the dogs. The home was a 70s brick ranch style, severely outdated and slightly falling

00:00:50apart in some places. I explored abandoned houses for fun, so I didn't mind. The dogs were sweet,

00:00:56but as for the couple, they were odd. They were friendly enough, but while I'd be speaking to

00:01:02them, instead of making eye contact, they'd be doing more of a full body scan as if sizing me up.

00:01:08They would also guide me to rooms and not really say anything on the tour,

00:01:12just open the doors and let me look and then close them. I should also mention they sell firearms out

00:01:17of their home as a side business, which I didn't really mind, but they had cameras everywhere.

00:01:22Outside and in, hallways, living room, kitchen, office, garage, backyard, driveway, kitchen table,

00:01:31etc. They told me it was just for insurance purposes due to their business. It made me a

00:01:37little uncomfortable, but I was just really hoping to make some sort of connection in this town and

00:01:41some money. Then the time came for me to come and watch the dogs. They'd been gone for a week and

00:01:46I'd been working from home, so I made myself comfortable.

00:01:49I set up my workspace in their office, which had a monitor that had cameras outside displayed so I

00:01:55could see all around the house, which was kind of nice because I felt a little at ease being alone

00:01:59on a decent sized property in the middle of nowhere. I should also note the dogs had a doggy door so

00:02:05they could go outside 24-7 and the house backed up to the woods. First night was fine, second night

00:02:12I noticed one of the cameras went offline that watched the driveway. I didn't think much of it as

00:02:17wifi out in rural areas as finicky, but I still went and checked just in case maybe the camera

00:02:23fell or something. As I walked to the door, I heard the dogs get off the ground and scramble

00:02:28frantically to run out the doggy door and start barking like crazy. Mind you, it's about 10 at

00:02:33night, so I got freaked out and wanted to get the dogs to come back inside. So I made my way to the

00:02:39back door and noticed the dogs were both barking like crazy at the same spot at the part of the fence

00:02:44that backs up to the woods. I didn't see anything, but I'd seen enough horror movies to where I was

00:02:49starting to psych myself out and I had to find a way to calm down and get the dogs in. So treats it

00:02:55was. I got them back in and blocked off the doggy door with a chair that weighed a decent amount and

00:03:00called it a night. Next morning I woke up late and threw myself off and had to start working before

00:03:06I could feed the dogs. But then I noticed they weren't at the front of the bed anymore. The house was

00:03:12quiet. I got up and called their names and they didn't respond. So I walked to the back door and

00:03:17they were in the yard just doing their thing. Then it hit me. How did they get outside when I

00:03:23blocked the door? My heart sank and I felt all the blood rush from my head as I turned to my right to

00:03:29see the chair that I had pushed in front of the doggy door now was sitting in the corner of the room.

00:03:34Panic set in immediately and I called my friend Clara to explain the situation and that I needed her to

00:03:39come here ASAP to do a walkthrough of the house with me because I just knew there was no way the

00:03:44dogs could move that chair 5 plus feet. She came over about 20 minutes later and I made a beeline for

00:03:50the front door and let her in. We both went room by room and couldn't find anything or anyone.

00:03:56It just didn't make any sense. She tried to reassure me that maybe I didn't have it pushed over as much

00:04:01as I thought I did. I figured I'd just accept it for what it was and just push through on overly high

00:04:06alert for the next four days. Clara left and I went back to work. The day was fine and quiet and I

00:04:13began to relax again. I finished making dinner and decided to get some work done. I sat down in the

00:04:20office and just happened to turn to look at the monitor with the camera views on it and noticed

00:04:24all of them were offline. My stomach dropped. I knew one going out was possible but all four?

00:04:31That was just too coincidental. Due to the nature of the business the couple ran,

00:04:35I texted them to let them know their cameras were down and if they wanted me to try and

00:04:39troubleshoot it for them I'd be happy to. Also because I didn't like not having eyes on the

00:04:44outside of this place. A couple hours went by and no response. They're on vacation after all so I just

00:04:51figured I'd have to let it go and suck it up until they get back to me. It was late, close to midnight

00:04:56when I finally settled in and was watching TV to fill the void of silence that surrounded me

00:05:01when I heard the dogs get up and scramble to the doggy door again.

00:05:05I shot up and out of bed, my heart pounding out of my chest because I knew something was wrong.

00:05:11I grabbed the knife I had sitting next to the bed and walked to the back door looking out into the

00:05:15yard and couldn't see anything. The dogs had already stopped barking and were now just sniffing along the

00:05:21fence. I did that whisper yell to get them to come back in when I heard a thump come from the other

00:05:27side of the house. Frozen, I had to make a decision fast. Try to get the dogs in or investigate

00:05:33whatever the hell just fell. I got the dogs in just in case it was some animal they were after.

00:05:39I didn't want them to get skunk sprayed or something. They wandered into the living room

00:05:43and hopped on the couches and I slid the chair back in front of the door. I took a picture with

00:05:48my phone this time just so I could reassure myself I did it. I made my way to the back room where I heard

00:05:54the thump noise and I immediately froze. I'm not sure if anyone else can understand but when there's

00:06:00a presence in the room there's almost this small difference in the atmosphere. There's a white noise

00:06:05not breathing or movement just a break in the stagnance of the silence. Well regardless if you don't

00:06:12I felt it. I wasn't going to be that person that kept seeking out the exact area of where this was

00:06:17coming from so I asked who's there what are you doing here? Silence. I then called out the names of the

00:06:23couple that lived there to see if for some wild reason they were in their own home at midnight when they

00:06:28weren't supposed to be but again met with silence. Clara has a kid and husband so I didn't want to

00:06:34bother her so I figured the next thing I would do was call the police but then I felt that wash of

00:06:39embarrassment in case it was nothing they'd think I'm an idiot. I stepped back into the hallway that

00:06:44led to the room and slowly closed the door as quiet as possible and locked the door. I went and sat in the

00:06:50living room with the dogs with my phone in one hand and knife in the other. I couldn't make a

00:06:55decision on what to do. About 20 minutes went by and I received a text from the wife saying

00:07:00hi don't worry about the cameras you're safe. I was thrown off because they were in Florida and it was

00:07:07almost two in the morning there and also what do you mean I'm safe? I didn't even mention safety being

00:07:13the issue. I was getting ready to give a general sounds good text when I got another text from the

00:07:18wife. It read, also can you make sure that I didn't leave the garage door open to the inside?

00:07:24I don't want anything getting in. The door she's mentioning is in that back room. I didn't want to

00:07:30go back in there for obvious reasons so I just didn't respond and pretended like I was asleep and

00:07:35couldn't. Two minutes later she texted again, hi I know it's late but can you please check on this

00:07:41for me as I'm worried. My gut was screaming no but maybe the noise was a wild animal that got in.

00:07:48I didn't respond but got up to go check, knife and phone in hand still. As I approached the door

00:07:54I heard a shuffle from the back room. I stopped and stood there silent to see if I heard anything

00:07:59else before I opened the door. My phone lit up and she texted me, I see you're up can you please go in

00:08:06and check. I couldn't move. I forgot they had cameras in the hallway and in the living room.

00:08:12Why were they pushing this at one in the morning? Now knowing I was being watched, reluctantly I

00:08:19slowly unlocked the door and opened it with my arms stretched as far as I could to get an open view

00:08:24of the room from as far as possible. I didn't hear anything or see anything so I took a couple steps

00:08:30into the room and saw the door to the garage was in fact open. It was so damn dark in there I didn't

00:08:35want to get any closer but I had to do it and just get this over with. I approached the door and a

00:08:41light appeared from my phone as I had gotten a notification and the faint light from my phone

00:08:45lit a portion of the garage doorway I was about two steps from when I noticed the outline of an arm

00:08:50pressed against the wall right next to the door. Fight or flight kicked in immediately. I turned and

00:08:56ran back through the doorway and slammed the door to the back room shut and locked it. I grabbed my keys

00:09:01off the kitchen counter and ran out the front door. I fumbled with the keys as I was shaking and panting

00:09:07and I got the door unlocked when I noticed the garage door was opening and halfway up.

00:09:12I started my car and as the headlights lit up the now open garage I saw in the back corner a grown man

00:09:18in a jacket squatting behind a box right next to the door I was going to close. I didn't waste time

00:09:24and floored it in reverse down the driveway and drove immediately to the police station.

00:09:28I was crying and explained what happened and they said they'd send a unit to check out the house.

00:09:34I sat in my car at the police station texting the wife about what just happened seeing as they had

00:09:39access to the cameras and could maybe see if someone was in there. No response. About a half hour later

00:09:45the police officer came back to the station and let me know the garage door was open but the house was

00:09:50clear and there was no signs of a break-in. They even checked around the perimeter of the yard and

00:09:55nothing was out of the ordinary. They knew I was scared out of my mind so they offered to follow

00:10:00me back and do another check with me there. After it was done and I saw with my own eyes no one was

00:10:05there they left. I couldn't sleep. It was going on almost three or four in the morning at this point

00:10:12so I just laid on the couch by the dogs wide awake gripping the kitchen knife. About 20 minutes after the

00:10:19officer left I got a text from the wife. Hi plans changed. We'll be home soon. You can go home now.

00:10:26The complete disregard for the situation that just unfolded that I texted her about. The letting me

00:10:31know you're coming home four days early and didn't mention it and we'll be here just hours after all

00:10:37of this. I didn't dwell on the moment. I grabbed my stuff and left. Their home is on a rural road but

00:10:44only about a quarter mile from the main street. As I got halfway to the stop sign and looked in

00:10:49my rearview mirror I saw a car with no headlights on pull into their driveway. I texted the wife and

00:10:55said someone just pulled into your driveway as I was leaving. Almost instantly I got a text back

00:11:01that read I know. Chills ran down my spine. They were setting me up. They'd been in the area that whole

00:11:09time. The dogs barking in the middle of the night were probably alerting me that they had been driving on

00:11:13the path behind the house. They shut the cameras off so I couldn't see their creeping movements on

00:11:18the property while I was right there inside oblivious. I never heard from them again. My friend

00:11:24profusely apologized saying she had no idea how weird they were and that she'd only known them as

00:11:30coming into the local diner every now and then. She said after that incident they never came in again.

00:11:36I'm 30 now and I still have trouble with the entire situation. I know I'm okay and I'm safe but

00:11:42knowing I was just seconds away from god knows what is a feeling I can't seem to shake and not

00:11:47sure if I ever will be able to.

00:11:58I work as a bartender at a bar and restaurant in a suburb just outside Baltimore.

00:12:03I'll do my best to explain the layout so the story makes sense. It's a busy place with a unique setup.

00:12:09There are no waiters just bartenders like me and the cooks in the back. If you want to find food

00:12:14or non-alcoholic drinks you have to order them at the bar and when everything's ready you grab it

00:12:19from the counter. I'm not sure why things are done that way but I guess it had something to do with

00:12:24management being cheap and trying to avoid hiring waiters. Either way it keeps things fast paced which

00:12:30I actually like. For whatever reason the place is really popular even though I personally don't think

00:12:36it's anything super special. The atmosphere is lively most nights with great music, a buzzing crowd

00:12:41and a standing area near the DJ booth where people gather to dance and chat. The constant flow of

00:12:47customers and the high energy vibe make the job fly by. I love meeting and talking to new people so

00:12:53the gig is perfect for me. I would probably lose my mind if I had to wait long periods of time between

00:12:58serving guests but that's just me. I bet some people are the opposite. That particular night

00:13:04started off like any other. It was a weekend so things were going to be super busy. I was ready.

00:13:11After a certain time the bar started filling up with people. It looked like more of a younger

00:13:15college crowd that night which meant more dancing, more spilling and a rowdier environment in general.

00:13:21Oh yeah and worse tips which kind of sucked for me. This one group of kids just kept on ordering

00:13:27round after round of tequila shots faster than I could line up the salt and limes.

00:13:31It's always chaos when they take over the bar. One of them was so plastered he used the same

00:13:36pickup line on me like three times. I was running around doing my thing when I noticed an elderly

00:13:42couple walk in and sit down at the booth in the corner of the restaurant. At first glance there was

00:13:47nothing strange about them. I just thought it was interesting that two people that age would want

00:13:51to come into a rowdy place like this. I didn't have too much time to think about it though so I went back to

00:13:56work. Fast forward maybe 30 minutes to an hour. I was halfway through pouring a line of gin and

00:14:02tonics when I noticed the couple again. My hands kept working muscle memory taking over but my brain

00:14:09was stuck on them for some reason. That's when it hit me. They were just sitting there motionlessly.

00:14:15They hadn't ordered anything either. No food and definitely not any drinks I would have remembered.

00:14:20I looked a little closer and realized that they weren't even looking at each other.

00:14:24They were both fixated at the wall next to them. From what I could tell it didn't look like they

00:14:29were talking either. It was the strangest thing. I was beyond curious but the bar was slant and I

00:14:36had too much to do to spend time wondering about it. I figured they might be waiting for someone or

00:14:41didn't realize how the place worked. Maybe they were waiting for a waiter to take their order.

00:14:46When I finally had a break I decided to check on them myself. I walked over to the table and put

00:14:52on my most polite smile. As I approached neither of them turned to face me. They were both still

00:14:58staring at the wall like statues. I cleared my throat and asked them if they wanted anything

00:15:03to eat or drink. The woman didn't even flinch. She kept staring at the wall like I hadn't spoken at

00:15:09all. The man turned his head slowly like he was moving in slow motion. When his face came into view

00:15:16I felt a chill run through me. His skin was pale and wrinkled and his eyes were almost sunken into

00:15:22his face completely. He didn't speak, just stared at me and shook his head once, firmly but silently.

00:15:29Something about the way he looked at me made my stomach twist. I muttered something in response

00:15:34and quickly returned to the bar. I had the weirdest feeling in my gut after that. Those people looked

00:15:40like they didn't even belong in this century, let alone this bar. I didn't look over at that booth

00:15:46for a long time. Eventually things started to die down a little and I remembered the couple.

00:15:51I glanced over impulsively and I nearly dropped the glass I was holding. Both of them were staring

00:15:57directly at me now. I made direct eye contact with the woman but she never averted her gaze.

00:16:03I don't think I'd ever been more uncomfortable at my job than I was in that moment.

00:16:06I looked away and pretended to be busy, trying not to freak out completely.

00:16:12By the time I glanced back again, the booth was empty. I was relieved. I was just glad that they

00:16:18were gone, as mean as that sounds. By the end of the night, I was still thinking about the whole

00:16:23thing. As I wiped down the bar and closed up with my co-worker Karen, I decided to ask her if she saw

00:16:29anything strange. She's, I guess what you would call, a vet. She's been working there for years and

00:16:34prides herself on noticing everything and everyone that comes through the doors.

00:16:39When I asked her about the couple, she gave me a confused look and said she didn't know what I

00:16:43was talking about. I looked at her blankly and told her I was talking about the elderly couple

00:16:48that was sitting in the corner booth. She shook her head and told me she didn't remember seeing

00:16:52anyone like that. She then jokingly asked me if I was hallucinating, which got a playful laugh out

00:16:57of me. But on the inside, though, I was losing it. I knew what I had seen. I asked her if she

00:17:04was sure, and she crossed her arms before listing at least ten random people who had ordered food

00:17:08that night and what they were wearing. I laughed again and complimented her memory, but like I

00:17:14said before, I was dying on the inside. By the time we locked up, I started doubting myself.

00:17:21As I walked to my car, I noticed something that made me nearly drop my keys in fear.

00:17:25However, across the street, there were two dark figures standing under a lone streetlight.

00:17:31I knew it was them. I wanted to scream, but the sound wouldn't come. I didn't wait another second.

00:17:38I jumped into my car, locked the doors, and sped out of the lot without another look.

00:17:43The drive home was awful. I was trying not to break down the whole time. I just kept repeating

00:17:48oh my god over and over. I had so many questions. Had Karen somehow missed them?

00:17:55Were those people even real? Was I going insane? I couldn't explain it. I thought I was going

00:18:01crazy. I wish this story had a resolved ending, but it doesn't. I never saw those people again.

00:18:08I never got any kind of explanation. I don't think I ever will.

00:18:11I apologize in advance if I mess up any details about the story I'm about to tell.

00:18:26This is something that my best friend told me multiple times several years ago now.

00:18:31It's one of those stories so unsettling you can't shake it even after hearing it more than once.

00:18:36My friend's dad was a logger, specifically a tree saw operator. For those who don't know,

00:18:42a tree saw is a massive machine capable of cutting down giant trees and slicing them to specific

00:18:47lengths. His job met long, grueling hours, often alone in the deep, secluded forests of the Pacific

00:18:54Northwest. The way his logging crew worked, he was paid based on the number of trees he cut down rather

00:19:00than the hours he worked, so he would often push himself to work 16 to 20 hour days to finish

00:19:05jobs as quickly as possible. After he and his co-worker finished their part, the rest of the

00:19:10crew would come in to clear the felled trees and transport them to the mill. While he spent about

00:19:15half of his time working alone, the other half was spent with his friend Griffin, another tree saw

00:19:20operator. They used radios to communicate, especially when they worked on opposite ends of the same job

00:19:26site. A number of years ago, my friend's dad and Griffin were assigned to a remote job site high

00:19:32up on a mountain. It took the company over three weeks just to clear a road wide enough for their

00:19:37trucks and equipment to make it to the site. By the time they began work, they were positioned in an

00:19:42extremely desolate part of the mountain. They were already 10 days in, making good progress,

00:19:47when they started hearing strange chatter over their radios.

00:19:50At first the voices were muffled, just faint, static-laden murmurs that didn't make sense.

00:19:58They tried switching channels, but no matter what they did, the chatter followed them.

00:20:03Anyone who's used a standard radio knows how strange that is. It should be impossible for

00:20:08anyone to follow you when you're switching channels. As they progressed farther up the mountain,

00:20:13the voices became more distinct. They couldn't hear full conversations, but based on what they could

00:20:18hear, they both agreed that the tone of the conversation fragments felt...off. My friend's

00:20:24dad said it sounded almost casual at times, but the content was unintelligible. They also started

00:20:30finding strange signs that people had been there before them. Random containers, footprints in the

00:20:35dirt, and small makeshift campsites. Like I said before, they were in a place so remote it was

00:20:41practically inaccessible, so these discoveries were deeply unsettling. No one should have been up there.

00:20:47One day, Griffin came across a tent hidden just off a trail and called my friend's dad over.

00:20:53They decided to investigate. Inside, they found a single sleeping bag and a duffel bag filled with the

00:21:00most disturbing things imaginable. Multiple pairs of children's underwear, duct tape, rope, and crude

00:21:06sketches of children being molested. There were even photos of a fresh apple indicating whoever owned

00:21:12it had been there recently. Griffin wanted to pack up and leave immediately. My friend's dad,

00:21:18ever the workaholic, insisted they finish the job. They agreed to limit radio communication to emergencies

00:21:24only and decided to keep working. That night, they sat in the camper, unable to shake the dread that hung

00:21:31over them. The radio crackled to life again, and this time they could make out snippets of a conversation

00:21:37between two men. They were talking about mundane things, collecting water and firewood, but the realization

00:21:44that these men were likely connected to the tent freaked my friend's dad out. Griffin wasn't as phased,

00:21:50but my friend's dad was losing it. The next night, my friend's dad decided to confront them.

00:21:55When he heard the men talking about gathering bush for a fire, he grabbed the radio and demanded to

00:22:00know who they were and what they were doing there. The radio went silent immediately, and the men didn't

00:22:05respond. That silence was almost more unnerving than the chatter. Griffin was upset that my friend's dad

00:22:12had announced their presence, and the two of them got into a brief argument before deciding they'd

00:22:16escalate the situation the next day. Around midnight, Griffin shook my friend's dad awake,

00:22:22whispering that someone was outside the camper. The first thing he noticed was the soft sound of

00:22:27footsteps crunching on the gravel outside. Heart pounding, he fumbled for his gun, only to realize

00:22:33it wasn't loaded. He had no idea where his ammunition was. Griffin was unarmed, and the idea of calling the

00:22:40police was laughable given their location. They both sat frozen as they heard the camper door

00:22:46handle jiggle. The door creaked open, but didn't fully swing inward. Their camper was high off the

00:22:53ground, and there was no ladder or stool to climb up. Then came the scratching. Long, deliberate scratches

00:23:01along the outside of the door. Four agonizing minutes passed. Finally, my friend's dad nodded at Griffin,

00:23:08signaling he was going to check it out. He moved quietly toward the door, gripping a flashlight in

00:23:13his shaking hand. Just as he reached the door, it burst open, and he was struck across the face

00:23:19with a knife. His pain was blinding. He fell out of the camper, hitting the ground hard. Before he

00:23:26could recover, a man was on top of him, pressing the knife against his neck. Another man appeared,

00:23:31kicking him repeatedly in the head. Griffin, without hesitation, leapt out of the camper and tackled the

00:23:36man with a knife. The second man bolted into the darkness, and the one Griffin had tackled scrambled

00:23:42to his feet and followed. They disappeared into the forest. Griffin helped my dad's friend back

00:23:48into the truck, and they drove two hours to the nearest hospital. It was bad. His face was a bloody

00:23:54mess, and there was a cut across his eyes so severe it permanently damaged his vision. They reported the

00:24:00attack to the police, but nothing came of it. Two weeks later, as the rest of the logging crew finished

00:24:06the job, one of their coworkers was found bound, gagged, raped, and murdered in a ditch. No arrests

00:24:13were ever made. To this day, my friend's dad struggles with PTSD. His right eye, with its

00:24:19defigured pupil, constantly reminds him of that night. I'm sure he hasn't had a full night of

00:24:24restful sleep since. I've been terrified of deep woods for a long time now, mostly because of my

00:24:30friend's dad's experience. I haven't heard from my friend or his dad in years now, so I can only hope

00:24:36he's doing alright. This happened last summer. I was 20 years old. My name is Kevin. My friend

00:24:54James comes from a very wealthy family. His dad is like an IP lawyer who contracts with the US

00:24:59government or something. They've got a bunch of properties all over the country, and a handful of

00:25:04international ones, too. That's the kind of wealth I'm talking about. One of their houses is on a

00:25:09relatively large but overall pretty secluded lake. The lake itself isn't so big that you can't see the

00:25:15houses on the other side of it, but it would be a workout and a half swimming across the whole thing.

00:25:20James' parents were never around, so he pretty much had unlimited access to that house, and he often

00:25:25invited friends over, with permission of course. There's something about being out on the lake that

00:25:31makes you feel invincible. It's a different feeling than the beach, for sure. I'm not really sure how

00:25:36to explain it, but there's more of an exclusive vibe to it. Hopefully, I can be successful enough

00:25:41to afford one one day. Like I said, the lake itself is pretty secluded. Big fancy houses line the

00:25:47perimeter, but most of them would usually sit dark and empty. A lot of them were vacation homes for

00:25:53people who barely even used them. It's honestly kind of a shame thinking about it. There are

00:25:58upsides to that, though. James would throw the craziest parties there because there were usually

00:26:03no neighbors to call the police. This night was different, though. It was just the two of us,

00:26:09having a more chill night. I won't get into it, but I had just broken up with my girlfriend of three

00:26:14years, and I was in dire need of some bro time. We were having a few beers out on the dock when I

00:26:19noticed a light flicking across the lake. I can't remember exactly what time it was.

00:26:25At first, I thought it was just the sun perfectly reflecting off something into my eye,

00:26:30but even when I moved my head to the side, I could still see it. It was flashing, like someone was

00:26:35turning a light on and off repeatedly. I told James, and the two of us became fixed on it,

00:26:41trying to figure out what it could be. At some point, we realized the flashing wasn't random.

00:26:46It was following a pattern. Three short bursts, followed by three longer ones, followed by three

00:26:52short ones. I guess I'm dumb for not knowing this, but James snapped his fingers and said it

00:26:57was Morse code. I looked at him like he was crazy, and asked him when in the world he had learned

00:27:03Morse code. He told me he didn't actually know it, but he knew what three short, three long,

00:27:08three short meant SOS. I called BS and pulled out my phone, but to my surprise, he was actually

00:27:15right. Like I said, maybe I'm dumb for not knowing that, but I'm not really one for obscure knowledge

00:27:21anyway. The flashing continued for another minute or so, following that same pattern before stopping

00:27:27abruptly. The two of us had just been staring at it the whole time. I really didn't know what to

00:27:33think. It could have been a joke, but there was always that chance that someone was actually in

00:27:37trouble. James immediately suggested calling the cops, but I reminded him that we'd been drinking

00:27:43and we weren't legal yet. I was honestly fighting a DUI charge at the time, so the last thing I needed

00:27:48was another run-in with the police. He wasn't thrilled about that answer, and I could tell he

00:27:53was torn about the situation. The two of us couldn't really think of a rational explanation besides a

00:27:58kidnapping or something along those lines. We thought it might have been someone who had fallen

00:28:03and needed help, but that didn't make any sense because they probably would have just called the

00:28:07police. We've always been those adventurous, delinquent-type guys, so we decided it was worth

00:28:13checking out ourselves. If it turned out to be serious, we'd call the police then. We went back

00:28:19inside. James' brother had a bunch of switchblade lying around his room. He was kind of a weird kid,

00:28:25so we grabbed a few of them just for peace of mind. James said he was good to drive and that we

00:28:31should drive around the lake to that house, but I told him I really wasn't comfortable with that

00:28:35for obvious reasons. He joked about my situation, and I laughed it off. If we weren't driving,

00:28:42there was only really one other option. The two of us walked back out to the yard and dragged James'

00:28:47dad's kayak into the water. We were laughing at first, enjoying the adventure of it all,

00:28:52but the further out we got onto the lake, the quieter we got. I think both of us realized how

00:28:58dumb of an idea it was, but neither of us wanted to be the one to spoil the fun.

00:29:03The sun had almost fully set at that point, and it was getting harder to see. It wasn't pitch

00:29:08black or anything. We had light from some of the lake houses to guide us, but it was still a bit

00:29:13unsettling. As we got closer, the house came into view. It was big like the others, but it was obviously

00:29:20not maintained very well. For starters, the dock was half collapsed, literally. Half of it was just

00:29:26sunken into the water. The flashing had also stopped, which was kind of a bad sign, too.

00:29:32We had planned on just tying the kayak to the dock, but we obviously couldn't do that anymore,

00:29:37given how unstable it looked. Luckily, the yard wasn't too high up above the water,

00:29:42so we beached the kayak on the yard instead, careful not to slip on the rocks.

00:29:45I felt the adrenaline rush start coming on. I could tell James was feeling the same thing.

00:29:52We looked up toward the house. The light had been coming from the second floor, that much we knew.

00:29:57James was freaking out at that point, and insisted that we just leave and call the police.

00:30:02I told him we'd have to kayak all the way back to his house to even do that,

00:30:06as there was no service on the lake and that we need to connect to Wi-Fi.

00:30:09I reminded him that we had explored a million abandoned buildings before, and this wasn't too

00:30:14different. He wasn't thrilled with that logic, but agreed anyway. Believe me, I know how dumb

00:30:20this was. Everyone I talk to about this shares that same opinion, but I've never been one to make

00:30:26good decisions, and neither is James. We didn't walk to the front door. That would have been suicide.

00:30:33Instead, we crept around the house until we found a window that was unlocked.

00:30:36The two of us silently slipped inside. The house was empty. Not just abandoned, but empty.

00:30:44Like, stripped. There was no furniture and no junk in there either. To be frank,

00:30:49there was no signs that anyone had ever even lived there. The floors and walls were completely bare.

00:30:55We moved cautiously through the rooms, looking for the stairs. There was no one in sight,

00:31:00and all the rooms were just as empty as the first one had been. We finally found the stairs,

00:31:05and slowly made our way up. I had made a mental note of where the window was,

00:31:10and we slowly walked down one of the hallways until we got to what I guessed was the room the

00:31:14light had been coming from. I pressed my ear against the door and heard nothing. I glanced over

00:31:20at James. He nodded, and I carefully pushed the door open. The room was empty, with the exception of

00:31:28one thing by the window. I tiptoed over to it and realized what it was. It was one of those old

00:31:34projectors, and it was facing the window. Alarm bells immediately started going off in my head.

00:31:41This was a trap. Someone had set this up deliberately. James must have realized the same

00:31:47thing, because I just heard him start sprinting back the way we had came, not even trying to be

00:31:51quiet. I turned without another thought and followed him. As we were running down the stairs,

00:31:57I heard a door, presumably a closet door, swing open from the room I had just been in,

00:32:02followed by rapid thumping sounds. We bolted down the stairs and back through the house to that first

00:32:07window. James jumped through, and I was next. As I was climbing through, I heard those footsteps from

00:32:14behind me again, bounding down the stairs. I didn't even look. I just made it through the window and ran to

00:32:20catch up with James, who was already down by the lake's edge. As I was running to catch up to him,

00:32:25I heard him curse, and I quickly realized why. The kayak was gone. I turned, and from the side of

00:32:31the house, there was a person running toward us. I could barely process what I was seeing. He was

00:32:37fast. I couldn't get a good look at him, but he was big, definitely an adult. I pulled out my switchblade,

00:32:43ready to defend myself. I expected James to do the same, but instead, he turned and jumped straight

00:32:49into the lake. Sneakers, hoodie, everything. I didn't even think. I just followed. The water

00:32:56was freezing, but I didn't care. I swam as fast as I could, trying to fight the burning sensation in

00:33:01my arms and legs. We swam toward the light from James' house, which looked like it was miles away.

00:33:07The swim felt endless, but on pure adrenaline, we made it. By the time we dragged ourselves onto James'

00:33:14dock, I thought I had hyperthermia. I don't think I've ever been that cold in my life.

00:33:19We ran straight inside, locked every door, and called the police. It took them almost an hour

00:33:25to show up. It was honestly kind of outrageous. When they finally did, they went straight across

00:33:31the lake to investigate. They were over there for a while, but when they came back, they told us

00:33:36exactly what I expected to hear. That there was no one. They confirmed this house had been abandoned

00:33:41for years. No signs of recent occupancy, no footprints, no gear, no personal belongings,

00:33:47nothing. Just an empty house. They weren't happy with us. They gave us the whole why-didn't-you-call-first

00:33:55speech. James' parents were even more pissed when they found out. Let's just say I wasn't invited

00:34:00back to the lake house after that. James told me his parents were threatening to sue the town for

00:34:05allowing something like that to happen, and the police for refusing to investigate further.

00:34:10As for me, I still don't know what happened that night. I don't know who was in that house,

00:34:15or why they set that trap, or what they planned to do if we hadn't run. I don't think I want to.

00:34:21Most of my friends agree that it was a trap, and think that whoever was planning the whole

00:34:24thing got cold feet until the last minute. I really don't want to think about what would

00:34:29have happened if they had gone through with whatever they were planning on doing.

00:34:31When I moved into my new place, I was just looking for a fresh start. I won't get into

00:34:46the details, but let's just say I had a bad situation with an ex that made staying in my

00:34:51old city impossible. I ran into some money early in life and made some bad decisions about the kind

00:34:57of women I surrounded myself with. Lesson learned. The neighborhood I moved to is really nice.

00:35:03Low crime, quiet, mostly families. The houses here are really spaced out, which was partially

00:35:09what drew me there. But for some reason, the property next to mine is much closer in proximity

00:35:14than most of the other properties are to each other. And by the way, that house next door is huge.

00:35:20When I first saw it, I thought I could easily fit a family of ten. That's honestly what I assumed

00:35:25at first. That a big family lived there. Grandparents and everything. But I could not have been more

00:35:30wrong. Even though I tried to be low-key, I wasn't going to be a rude neighbor. I took it upon myself

00:35:36to introduce myself to everyone in the neighborhood. For whatever reason, I decided to introduce myself

00:35:42to my next-door neighbors last. I couldn't tell you why. Everyone else I met seemed really sweet and

00:35:48genuine. I'd say 90% of them were parents of young children. And yes, they were all slightly

00:35:54intimidating, purely based on how successful they seemed to be. I wasn't too sure how a younger guy

00:36:00like myself would easily blend into a community like that, but that was more of a personal concern.

00:36:05When I got around to meeting my next-door neighbor, my social battery was mostly drained from having

00:36:10spent the day making small talk with strangers. I knew if I just went back home, I was never going

00:36:15to be as motivated to meet them. So I just sucked it up and walked up their driveway. I had gotten

00:36:20accustomed to being greeted by someone middle-aged, so when a young-looking dude in a mullet opened the

00:36:25door, I was a little taken aback. Hell, he looked even younger than me, which was definitely a shock.

00:36:31I recovered quickly and went ahead with my new-to-the-neighborhood spiel. As I went on,

00:36:37he flashed me this massive smile and actually cut me off before I could even finish talking.

00:36:42He said something along the lines of,

00:36:44oh wow, someone who was born in my decade, what a nice surprise. I laughed and told him the same

00:36:50thing, venting to him about how out of place I felt as a single guy in his late 20s amongst so

00:36:55many families with kids. He told me not to worry about that and that most of the people who lived

00:37:00here kept to themselves, which was kind of a relief for me. He introduced himself as Damon and told me

00:37:06I should come by for a drink sometime. I shrugged my shoulders and said, hell, why not right now,

00:37:11to which I expected him to laugh and invite me in. Instead though, he looked over his shoulder

00:37:16like he was scanning his living room and then he turned back to me, saying he wished he could but

00:37:21he was busy working. I asked him what he did for work, because it just seemed like a normal follow-up

00:37:25question to what he said and he dropped his smile a bit. After a weird stare, he laughed and just said

00:37:31finance, but didn't elaborate any more than that, which I thought was a bit strange. I told him fair

00:37:38enough and asked if he had any roommates. To my surprise, he told me he lived there alone, which was

00:37:43absolutely insane to me given how big the house was. We chit-chatted for a few more minutes and he gave

00:37:49me his number before going back inside. I was excited that someone my age lived here, especially

00:37:54because he seemed like a really chill guy, but I couldn't get over how odd it was for someone like

00:37:59that to live all alone. And yeah, I know I was essentially doing the same thing, but you have to

00:38:04keep in mind my house wasn't even half the size of his. Anyway, I went back home and got on with my

00:38:09life. That was about six months ago. For a few weeks after that, nothing eventful really happened.

00:38:17I texted Damon a few days after he gave me his number to try and set something up, but he'd always

00:38:21complain about how busy he was and how sorry he was that we couldn't hang out. Eventually, I gave up

00:38:27with him. Not in a hostile way, just in a you-do-you kind of way. I'm definitely not the type of person

00:38:33to bend over backwards for someone who seems disinterested. I never saw anyone coming or going

00:38:38from Damon's place. No visitors, no parties, no girls, nothing. He never even got takeout delivered,

00:38:45which was strange to me because his car was always in the driveway. I genuinely didn't know what he ate

00:38:50because I literally never saw him leave the house. The guy lived like a ghost. I work from home and the

00:38:56office in my house is on the third floor, which overlooks Damon's property, if you're wondering

00:39:00how I knew so much about his living habits. I know it sounds obsessive and a little creepy,

00:39:05but his house was also just a glance away from my monitor, so I couldn't help but look over from

00:39:09time to time. One night, it was a Wednesday night. I remember that distinctly. I woke up around 2am to

00:39:16the sound of loud music. I sleep with my windows open, so that's probably how I woke up so easily.

00:39:22At first, I thought I was imagining it or it was part of a really vivid dream I was having,

00:39:28but I was wrong. I got out of bed and peeked out my window, and there they were, seven or so cars

00:39:34lined up in Damon's driveway. There was no mistaking it, he was having a party. Now, don't get me wrong,

00:39:40I'm not the type to complain about some noise. I've been to my fair share of house parties,

00:39:44but it was the middle of the week, and the volume was insane. I figured I'd just go over,

00:39:50knock, and ask him to turn it down. I threw on a hoodie and walked over. It was a full-blown party,

00:39:57that much was clear from outside. I knocked on the door, but no one answered. I pulled out my phone

00:40:03to text Damon, but I decided against it, knowing he'd probably ignore me and give me some BS excuse

00:40:08the following warning. I knocked on the door again, harder this time. Still nothing. I reached for the

00:40:15handle, half expecting it to be locked, but to my surprise, the door swung open. Inside, the first

00:40:22thing I saw was a pile of shoes in the foyer, at least ten pairs, but there was something off.

00:40:28There was literally no one in there. I moved further in, expecting to see people in the living room,

00:40:33maybe the kitchen, but it was completely empty. There weren't even any drinks left out. I could

00:40:40hear people over the music that was playing in the background, though, which I didn't understand.

00:40:44But then, I really listened to it, and everything hit me all at once. It wasn't even music, really.

00:40:51It was a recording. A literal recording of people laughing, yelling, clinking glasses. The whole

00:40:57party was fake. All of it. But that didn't make sense to me. It still didn't explain the shoes,

00:41:03or the cars. There were people in that house, that much was certain. I should have turned around

00:41:08right then, but I needed to know what was going on. I moved discreetly around the house until I saw

00:41:14a door that was slightly ajar. I gently pushed it open, and it led down to the basement. I'm not sure

00:41:20how I knew, but something told me what I was looking for was downstairs. It was dark down those

00:41:26stairs, with the exception of a very faint light coming from somewhere I couldn't see. There was no

00:41:31reason to go down there. I knew that, but I did it anyway. I got to the bottom of the stairs and

00:41:37looked around. The light was coming from another door somewhere, deeper in the basement. I crept

00:41:42towards it, and as I got closer, I started to pick up on another noise I hadn't been able to hear

00:41:48earlier over the music. It sounded almost mechanical. It was this heavy, rhythmic grinding, like heavy

00:41:55machinery, or a buzz saw, or something. I got a little closer, close enough to see through the

00:42:01crack. There were three people standing in there, looking across the room at something that was out

00:42:06of view. They were all older-looking guys, significantly older than Damon. They were wearing

00:42:12heavy-duty work clothes and had on these protective goggles and thick rubber gloves. I also realized they

00:42:18were wearing what looked like work boots, even though I had seen all those other shoes upstairs.

00:42:22Under different circumstances, I would have assumed that they were construction workers.

00:42:28I really wanted to see what they were looking at, but it was too far out of view.

00:42:32After a few seconds of me just standing there, I started to pick up on this awful bleach smell,

00:42:37or some kind of cleaning solution. That's what did it for me. I started to feel this awful pit in my

00:42:43stomach, like my life was in danger. I can't explain it. I turned to leave, trying to be as quiet as

00:42:50possible. As I was finding my way back to the stairs, the light from behind me suddenly dimmed,

00:42:56like someone had shut the door behind me. I didn't actually hear the door over the music,

00:43:00but I felt it. I sprinted up the stairs as fast as I could. I ran through the house and burst out

00:43:06the front door. I didn't run directly to my house. I jumped my own fence and made it to the backyard.

00:43:12I slipped in through my side door, locking it behind me. My chest was pounding, but under no

00:43:18circumstances could I let Damon or any of those other guys know it was me who had been snooping

00:43:22around. I gathered myself and went up to my office, making sure all the lights up there were off.

00:43:29I crouched down below the window and peeked over at Damon's house. There was no one there. But then,

00:43:35a few minutes later, the front door flew open and like eight guys poured out, scanning the yard,

00:43:41the driveway, the street, but Damon wasn't with them. I could tell because everyone looked older,

00:43:47like those first guys I had seen. A few of them looked like they were arguing about something,

00:43:52but I couldn't make out what they were saying. One of the men actually shoved one of the other ones,

00:43:57and I thought they were about to start fighting in the street, but they didn't. Eventually,

00:44:01they all went back inside, and the music stopped soon after that. I stood at the window,

00:44:07trying to make sense of what had just happened. I thought about calling the cops, but what would I

00:44:12even say? The music wasn't playing anymore, and there was no real crime I could actually report.

00:44:18The thing I couldn't understand was how none of my other neighbors had a problem with the loud music,

00:44:22especially since most of them had children. I figured if they hadn't been able to hear it,

00:44:27and I called the police, Damon would know it was me. And the shoes, I had no idea what that was about

00:44:33either. The people I had seen were all wearing boots. So did they bring extra pairs of shoes just to

00:44:38leave in the foyer? I had too many questions, and I didn't know what to do, so I just went to bed.

00:44:44The next morning, I woke up and looked out my bedroom window. Every single car was gone,

00:44:50including Damon's. I went upstairs to try and get some work done, but I couldn't concentrate and

00:44:55found myself looking over at Damon's house every five seconds. After a few hours of his car not being

00:45:01there, I decided to go for a walk, partly to clear my head, but mostly to take some low-key glances

00:45:06through his windows. Nothing, though. Days passed and Damon still didn't return, or his car didn't at

00:45:13least. I was baffled with every passing day. I still couldn't figure out how my other neighbors had been able

00:45:20to sleep through all the noises that night, so I just straight up asked them. I went to a few houses

00:45:25and asked them if they had heard the party he had a few nights ago. No one knew what I was talking about,

00:45:30even after I told them which house it was coming from and how late it was. I thought I was going

00:45:35crazy. That was a few months ago now. The crazy thing is Damon still hasn't returned, and it's

00:45:41clear no one is maintaining his house, as the grass is starting to get really long and there's an

00:45:45untouched pile of packages leaning against his front door. I don't know what to make of this.

00:45:51It could be nothing, but I feel like no one would go to such lengths to disguise what they were doing

00:45:56with a fake party unless it was something illegal. But would people going to such lengths really forget

00:46:01something as important as locking the front door? Maybe that's what those guys had been arguing about.

00:46:07I really have no idea, and the fact that none of my other neighbors seemed bothered by it makes me

00:46:11think I'm involved in some huge conspiracy or something. I know I'm just being paranoid, but I

00:46:17just have so many unanswered questions. When Damon returns, if he ever does, I'm debating whether or not

00:46:24I should just go and straight up ask him.

00:46:35My name is Evan. I'm 28 years old. After my divorce, I moved to a small town named Chatham in Alabama.

00:46:42Apart from my parents' house, I didn't really have anywhere else to go, so I came to live in my

00:46:46grandfather's old house. He passed away a few years ago and left the place to us. It's about 10 minutes

00:46:52outside of town, sitting on 10 acres surrounded by woods. It's real quiet out there. I thought I'd

00:46:58enjoy that. The house is old. Wood floors that creak, doors that stick. The kind of place that

00:47:04always feels a little cold no matter how high the thermostat is. But it was free, and I didn't have

00:47:09a better option. The first few nights were normal. I unpacked and cleaned. I spent the evening sitting on

00:47:15the porch with a beer. It was peaceful. No traffic, just the wind through the trees and the occasional

00:47:22owl. But then the noises started. The first time I heard it was on the seventh night. I had just

00:47:28gotten into bed around midnight. I was almost asleep when I heard whistling outside.

00:47:33It wasn't a song I recognized. Just a slow, broken tune. Off key. It sounded like someone walking

00:47:46through the woods behind the house, whistling as they went. It creeped me out, but I figured it was

00:47:51some hunter or drunk neighbor. The next night, it happened again. Same time, same tune. But this time,

00:47:59it sounded closer. I got out of bed and turned on the porch light, but I didn't see anyone.

00:48:06I went outside with a flashlight and checked around the yard. Nothing. No tracks, no sounds

00:48:12of someone running off. Just the whistling, fading deeper into the woods. I tried to ignore it.

00:48:19For a couple of nights, I just stayed in bed and tried to sleep through it. But every time,

00:48:24the whistling would start around 1.17am. I know that sounds like a random number,

00:48:29but I swear it was always around 1.15 or 1.19 somewhere there. It was like clockwork. I started

00:48:36thinking maybe someone was messing with me on purpose. Someone who knew I was out there alone.

00:48:41I called the sheriff's office a few days later. An old deputy, who I'll call Deputy H, came out.

00:48:48He'd been in the job a long time. When I told him what was happening, he got real quiet.

00:48:54He said, word for word, your granddaddy used to call us about the same thing. Said someone was

00:48:59whistling around the property late at night. Always in the spring. We never found anything.

00:49:05I figured he was just getting old, but now you're hearing it too.

00:49:09That shook me. I had no idea my grandfather dealt with this.

00:49:14Deputy H told me to keep the doors locked and stay inside after dark. I started doing that.

00:49:20Not like I wasn't already. I double checked every window. One night I even put chairs under the

00:49:25doorknobs, but the whistling kept coming. Closer every night.

00:49:32One night I heard it behind the shed. It was louder than usual, like the person was standing right

00:49:37outside. I grabbed my flashlight and looked through the blinds. I didn't see anyone, but I didn't dare go

00:49:45outside. The next night, I heard it from the front porch, right by the door.

00:49:55Three long whistles, then silence. The night after that, it came from under the floorboards,

00:50:01I swear to God. It was like someone was in the crawl space, whistling up through the vents.

00:50:10I didn't sleep at all that night. I started digging through the attic the next day,

00:50:15trying to find anything my grandfather left behind. I found a box of his journals. He wrote about the

00:50:22whistling. He said it happened every spring for over 10 years. He didn't know who it was,

00:50:27but he thought it was someone watching the house. He said he used to sit up with a rifle by the front

00:50:32door just in case. He said it only ever happened when he lived alone, after my grandmother died.

00:50:38I called Deputy H again. He came by and read the journal, and he looked nervous. He told me to be

00:50:45careful. He said don't open the door if you don't know who it is. That night, I stayed up. I sat on the

00:50:52couch with a shotgun across my lap, a shotgun I barely knew how to load. I waited. At 1 17 am,

00:51:00the whistling started again, but this time, it didn't come from outside. It came from the hallway,

00:51:07inside the house. I froze. The hallway light was off. I could hear the whistling moving closer,

00:51:15step by step. I stood up, aimed the shotgun, and shouted, who's there? The whistling stopped.

00:51:23I flipped the hallway light on. Nothing was there. No one. I didn't sleep again after that.

00:51:30It was two nights since then, and I hadn't heard it again. I was getting sick. I didn't know who this

00:51:36person was. I didn't know why they picked me or my grandfather, but it was real, and I knew it was.

00:51:42I don't believe in hallucinations to that degree, nor do I believe in anything paranormal. This was

00:51:47a real person. After that night, things went quiet for two days. No sounds, no movement,

00:51:54no sign of anything. I thought maybe it was finally over. On the third night, I went to bed just after

00:52:01midnight. I didn't stay up this time. I left the hallway light on just in case. At exactly 1 17 am,

00:52:10I woke up to a new sound. Not whistling. Knocking.

00:52:18Slow, paced out knocks. Three of them. They were coming from inside the house. From the back door.

00:52:26Then silence. I didn't move. I stayed in bed, listening. A minute later, I heard a new sound.

00:52:33A creak from the floorboard in the hallway. Then another. Someone was walking. The hallway light

00:52:40went out. I grabbed my shotgun, heart pounding, and stepped out of the bedroom. The hallway was dark,

00:52:47but at the end of it, I saw something. A person, wearing black clothes, pale face. They were standing

00:52:55perfectly still, just watching me. I raised the shotgun, but my hands were shaking. I tried to speak,

00:53:02but my mouth was dry. I raised the shotgun, but my hands were shaking. I screamed,

00:53:08don't move, with my shaky voice. I saw in the dark, the person slowly start lifting their leg,

00:53:14and turning as if they were about to run. I screamed stop, and at that moment, they darted out of the

00:53:20hallway, out of my line of sight. I heard their surprisingly heavy footsteps stomping out the

00:53:24front door into the dark. I ran outside and fired a shot, not into the air, but straight ahead into

00:53:30the darkness, low-key hoping I'd hit him in the dark. I screamed, don't come back. The shot hurt my

00:53:37ears, ricocheting off the walls of the house and the deck. I locked up the house, got to my truck,

00:53:42and drove into town. I slept in my truck that night. The next morning, WDH drove out there,

00:53:49and the front door to the house was unlocked again. That confirmed whoever that person was

00:53:54had a key to my grandfather's house. Nothing was broken or missing, but Deputy H recommended

00:54:00I change the locks, and he also off the record suggested I move out of that old place,

00:54:04because someone out in those woods hasn't taken kindly to either my grandfather or myself being

00:54:09in that house. I drove out to the local home improvement store and switched the locks that day,

00:54:15that same hour. After that, I left that house to go to my parents' house out of state for a while.

00:54:21I left it to my dad to eventually sell that house. Anything of sentimental value we took out,

00:54:26and the rest was just left in there or sold. My father of course left out the fact that there's

00:54:31some creep who's been stalking the house for apparently decades now. How they potentially got a

00:54:36key, who they were, why my grandfather never said anything, I don't know. It all disturbs me deeply.

00:54:42I personally think it was some disturbed creep living in a nearby house.

00:54:47I eventually moved to a more urban area. This experience left me honestly too unsettled to live

00:54:52in a remote location. What you're about to hear is an experience that nearly made me lose my mind.

00:55:08It's still something that I think about quite often if I'm being honest,

00:55:11but I've been able to recover a bit in the month since it's happened. The whole story is pretty quick,

00:55:16so I'll get right into it. I'm a single guy in my mid-30s. I live alone with no pets in a small,

00:55:22one-story house. The house is really modest. One bedroom, one bathroom, a living room, kitchen,

00:55:29dining room, and a tiny garage. That's it. Life is fantastic. Because of my profession,

00:55:35I can work on my own time and don't have to answer to anyone, whether that be a girlfriend,

00:55:39a parent, or an employer. Freedom has always been an imperative part of my life,

00:55:44so I've done my best to maximize it wherever possible. I know a lot of people are different,

00:55:49and a lot of people might actually judge me for my quote, immature lifestyle, but everyone has

00:55:53different priorities and preferences, so as long as no one judges me, I won't judge them. The excess

00:55:59freedom is definitely tethered to its own set of drawbacks though. I've developed some bad habits

00:56:04that I'm sure some people would frown upon. One of them is my sleep schedule, which is god-awful.

00:56:10For some reason, I'm most productive at late hours of the night, so I often find myself staying up

00:56:15until dawn and sleeping into the afternoon. It's just how my body functions, and until I'm

00:56:20absolutely forced to, I don't see a reason to change anything. I was up really late one night,

00:56:26I'm talking past 3am late. I was sitting at my desk, getting some work done on my computer.

00:56:32I was in the zone, not even listening to music. Imagine yourself at peak hours, that's the kind

00:56:38of groove I was in. The room was dead silent, and I was alone with my thoughts, the sound of my

00:56:43keyboard, and my work. And then bam, out of nowhere, the silence was interrupted by the sound

00:56:49of footsteps pounding down the hallway towards my bedroom, followed by 3 or 4 bangs on the bedroom

00:56:54door. Like deafening bangs, the type of bangs you'd expect the police trying to barge into a drug den

00:56:59would make. I shot up from my chair so fast, I banged my knee on the desk and knocked my monitor

00:57:05over. I was just so shocked, it caught me completely off guard. Just imagine being in your own house at

00:57:113am, alone and complete silence just gets interrupted by banging on your door. It was, and still is,

00:57:17the most terrifying thing that has ever happened to me. Standing up was a pure reaction. I was completely

00:57:23frozen after that. I had my eyes fixated on the door, dreading the moment I knew it was coming,

00:57:28the door bursting open and someone barging into my room, me having to fight a complete stranger

00:57:33in pitch black darkness. But it never came. I didn't hear anything else, not even the sounds

00:57:39of footsteps retreating from the door. It was like I had imagined it, but I was 100% positive I hadn't.

00:57:46I don't know how long I stood there, but I physically could not force myself to move.

00:57:50It was like sleep paralysis, except I hadn't been dreaming. And then, finally, I heard the sounds of

00:57:57footsteps quickly walking back down the hall, so someone had been there. I don't know why,

00:58:03but hearing those footsteps again unlocked my brain. Without thinking, I grabbed an empty beer

00:58:08bottle off my desk, ran to the door, and started chasing after whoever had broken into my home.

00:58:13I didn't even try to be quiet. I screamed at the top of my lungs like a lunatic, hoping that would give

00:58:18me the extra adrenaline I needed. I ran through the entire house, screaming, but I never found

00:58:24anyone. My house isn't that big, there aren't many places someone could hide, but even after checking

00:58:29every room, there was no one there. All the doors and windows were locked too, which was even more

00:58:35confusing. My bout of confidence was completely drained after that, and I felt fear start flooding

00:58:41back in. I sprinted back to my room, locked the door, and called the police. In the time it took

00:58:47the police to arrive, I listened to my surroundings in complete silence, but never heard anything.

00:58:52When the police finally showed up, we searched the house together, but found nothing.

00:58:57One of the officers tried to convince me that whoever had been there had left,

00:59:01but I insisted that everything had been locked up. He told me I had probably overlooked something,

00:59:06and it took everything in me not to curse him out right there. I know for a fact that nothing had

00:59:11been unlocked, but that didn't explain how that person had gotten into and out of my house,

00:59:16unless I had imagined it, but I know I didn't. For the next week, I was a psychological mess.

00:59:23My brain refused to accept that I had imagined something so vivid, but I couldn't conceive of a

00:59:27possible way that that person had gotten into and out of my house. I'm much better now, but there was

00:59:33a time where I had trouble sleeping, eating, working, everything. Even now, the only explanation I

00:59:39can think of is that I somehow didn't notice an unlocked window or door in my house. Still though,

00:59:45why anyone would crash through my house just to run away is a complete mystery to me.

00:59:57I work for a property preservation company. Basically, we handle foreclosed homes, securing them,

01:00:07cleaning them out, winterizing them, sometimes even boarding them up if there's been vandalism.

01:00:13It's not glamorous work, but it pays well, and for the most part, it's quiet.

01:00:18You spend a lot of time alone in houses that used to belong to people who are long gone.

01:00:22Sometimes it's sad, sometimes it's just boring. But every once in a while, you get a house that feels

01:00:28unsettling. This happened in 2020, when I was assigned to clear out a property in a rural part

01:00:34of upstate New York. It was one of those dying places, only one gas station, half the businesses

01:00:40shuttered, roads cracked and overgrown. The house itself was a small, one-story place off a dirt road,

01:00:47surrounded by overgrown brush and woods on three sides. No other homes nearby, just trees and

01:00:53silence. According to the file, the house had been foreclosed after the owner, an elderly woman,

01:00:59passed away, and no hairs had stepped forward to claim the estate. The utilities had been shut off

01:01:05for over a year. Our job was to catalog any remaining property, empty it out, and secure it for winter.

01:01:11I drove up on a Monday morning, around 9am, with a small box truck and all my gear.

01:01:18From the outside, the house looked intact, windows closed, door locked, roof fine, just a lot of

01:01:24weeds and vines climbing up the porch. I had to shove the front door open because it had swollen in the

01:01:30frame, but once inside, everything looked pretty standard. It was dusty, stale air and faded furniture.

01:01:37Then my work phone rang. It startled me because I had no signal out there. I'd already checked and

01:01:47noticed I had no bars, but the phone buzzed anyway. There was no number on the caller ID,

01:01:53it just said unknown caller. I answered, and there was nothing, just a low crackling sound, like static.

01:02:01I said hello twice, then hung up. Chalked it up to a glitch. I got to work. I always start with photos,

01:02:10documenting every room, every item. The living room was cluttered with old furniture. Lace curtains,

01:02:17some framed paintings. It reminded me of my grandma's house. Heavy furniture, doilies, porcelain figures.

01:02:24The hallway had a smell. Not rot, more like mildew and dust, and something faintly metallic.

01:02:31There were three bedrooms. One had been stripped bare except for a sagging mattress on the floor.

01:02:37Another was clearly a sewing room, with thread spools everywhere and a dusty machine on the desk.

01:02:43I took a closer look, and there was a cork board filled with old newspaper clippings,

01:02:47and they were mostly obituaries. Dozens of them, all clipped out with scissors and pinned carefully

01:02:53to the board. No names I recognized. All local. I moved on. In the master bedroom,

01:03:01there was a rotary phone on the nightstand. I remember stopping and staring at it for a second,

01:03:06because I hadn't seen one in years. It was off-white, yellowed with age, with a long, coiled cord.

01:03:13The kind of phone that would never ring again, because the line had been cut long ago.

01:03:18I moved on to the bathroom. That's when my phone rang again.

01:03:25It said unknown caller again. This time, I hesitated. I picked it up,

01:03:31stepped out into the hallway, and answered. Again, nothing. But this time, after about five seconds,

01:03:38I heard a whisper. Very soft, so quiet I could barely make it out. It said,

01:03:45Don't answer the phone in the bedroom. Then the line went dead. I stood there,

01:03:51frozen, heart pounding. The house was dead silent. I checked the windows, all closed.

01:03:59Nobody was outside, and there was no sign of forced entry. My first thought was that someone

01:04:04had pranked me. It's what anyone would think. Maybe one of the other crew guys was messing with me.

01:04:09But no one else knew I was there that early. And again, I had no signal. I checked my phone.

01:04:16One bar, then nothing. Like it flickered in and out of existence. I tried calling my supervisor,

01:04:23but the call failed. I decided to finish the job quickly. I started boxing up loose items in the

01:04:30living room. Books, figurines, dusty glassware. But the whole time, I felt off. Like I was being

01:04:37watched. I kept glancing toward the hallway, half expecting to see someone standing down there.

01:04:43Then the phone rang a third time. But not my phone. The rotary phone in the bedroom.

01:04:52I heard it from across the house. A shrill, mechanical ring that echoed through the rooms.

01:04:58That phone should have been dead. The line was disconnected. No dial tone and no service.

01:05:04But yet it rang. Like an old-fashioned bell. I walked slowly down the hallway toward the bedroom,

01:05:10phone still in my hand. It rang again and again. I stepped into the doorway. The phone sat on the

01:05:18nightstand, the receiver trembling slightly with each ring. There was no chance I was picking up that phone.

01:05:26The rings eventually stopped. I backed out of the room. I wanted to leave, but part of my job was

01:05:32securing the property and I still had to check the basement. I almost said screw it, but something

01:05:38made me keep going. Maybe it was pride. Maybe I just didn't want to admit how scared I was.

01:05:45The basement door was in the kitchen. I opened it slowly. The stairs creaked as I stepped down,

01:05:51flashlight in hand. I smelled mold and something like rust. There were shelves along the wall,

01:05:58filled with old paint cans and some broken furniture. In the back corner, there was a small

01:06:04table. On it, a cordless phone, a newer model. It was gray plastic and covered in dust, and next to it,

01:06:12a stack of yellowed notebooks. I picked one up and flipped through it. Each page had a name,

01:06:19and a date, and a short sentence. Lena H., July 3rd, 2019, rang once, didn't answer.

01:06:28Carl M., September 12th, 2019, picked up, warned him. It was more like this. Dozens of entries.

01:06:36I dropped the notebook, and my heart felt like it completely dropped out of my body as I looked

01:06:41around the basement, fearing I wasn't alone down there, and that someone was watching me from any

01:06:46corner in the darkness. I rushed back up the stairs, looking behind me the whole time, heart in my

01:06:52throat. I didn't finish the job. I drove straight back to the office and turned in my report.

01:06:58I didn't tell them everything. I just said the property was unsafe and possibly had squatters

01:07:03or interference. They reassigned the job to another crew. Two days later, I got a text from one of the

01:07:10other guys, Mark. He'd gone out there that morning to finish the job. I hadn't told him specifically

01:07:16what happened. His message said, the phone in the bedroom with no service rang while I was in there.

01:07:22What the hell? I called his work cell phone immediately, and he told me he didn't answer

01:07:27the phone in the house because he was too freaked out. The next day, Mark apparently quit without notice

01:07:33and never returned to work. He's not dead or anything. I admittedly looked him up on Facebook

01:07:39eventually, and he'd posted stuff since then, but I never spoke to him again. I don't know what else

01:07:45he saw in the house, but it must have been something bad enough for him to want to distance himself

01:07:49from this job. My boss did call the police to report the potential squatters after Mark quit,

01:07:55but they found nobody inside of the house. Everything about that house, from its location,

01:08:00to its eerie dilapidated interior, to the phone calls to my cell phone, and that voice on that line,

01:08:06and that damn house phone ringing. It's like I found myself in a legitimate horror movie.

01:08:11I swear it had to be one of two things, an elaborate sick prank, or an equally elaborate trap.

01:08:17When I was 10 years old, my family moved into a bigger house because my mom had just gotten

01:08:33remarried and we needed more space. The house was nice, newer than the one we lived in before,

01:08:39and it was in a quiet neighborhood with a lot of trees. I thought I would be happy there. At first,

01:08:45everything seemed normal, but then little things started happening that made me feel like the house

01:08:51wasn't right. My bedroom was at the end of the hall. It had two big windows that faced the backyard,

01:08:57and a closet that was deeper than the one I had before. I liked it, until the first night I slept

01:09:03there. I woke up around midnight because I heard something moving in the closet. It wasn't loud,

01:09:10just soft shuffling like clothes being brushed against. I stared at the closet and told myself

01:09:16it was just the house settling. I know it sounds cliche, but most people, even as children,

01:09:22would assume small sounds coming from here and there in a house are just typical house noises that

01:09:26you hear every day. But then I saw the door move. It didn't swing open, but it shivered like someone had

01:09:34lightly pressed on it from the inside. I wanted to run to my mom's room, but I was frozen. I stayed

01:09:40that way until I fell back asleep, still staring at the closet. The next morning, the closet door

01:09:46was cracked open just a little, even though I had shut it tight. I asked my mom if she had gone in

01:09:51there, and she said no. She said maybe the air vent pushed it, but I knew it wasn't the air vent.

01:09:57The nights after that got worse. I started hearing tapping on the window glass. At first,

01:10:04I thought it was tree branches, but when I looked, there were no branches near the window.

01:10:09The tapping would go on for minutes, and when I pulled the blanket over my head, it would stop.

01:10:15I tried to ignore it until one night I finally peeked out. I saw a pale hand pressed against the

01:10:21window. It was on the outside, but the window was on the second floor, way too high for anyone to

01:10:27reach without a ladder. The hand stayed there for a long time, just pressed, without moving.

01:10:33Then it slid down slowly and disappeared. I didn't sleep at all that night. I told my mom,

01:10:39and she started cracking up laughing when I told her. She didn't believe me for a second. When she

01:10:45saw that I wasn't just saying it as a prank or a joke, she leaned more into trying to convince me

01:10:50that I was probably in a half-asleep state and seeing things from my dream, but I knew that was a

01:10:55load of horseshit. My stepdad didn't believe me either. He said I was making it up for attention,

01:11:00and he also got a laugh out of it. But I started noticing he kept the hallway light on at night,

01:11:05so maybe he didn't feel as safe as he pretended. A month later, my little brother, who was four,

01:11:11started talking about the white lady. He would say she came into his room and sat on his bed.

01:11:17My mom thought it was just his imagination, but one night I heard him screaming. I ran in and saw him

01:11:23curled up under his blanket, crying. When he finally calmed down, he said the white lady had

01:11:28been standing by his door, just staring at him. He said her eyes were all black. I believed him

01:11:34because of what I had seen at my window. I started sleeping with the blanket over my head every night,

01:11:39but that didn't stop the dreams. I began to dream of the white lady too. She would stand in the corner of

01:11:46my room and whisper my name. Her voice was dry, like leaves rubbing together. Sometimes I would

01:11:52wake up and still hear it, faint but definitely real. One night I woke up and saw her standing at

01:11:59the foot of my bed. She was taller than anyone I had ever seen. Her head almost touched the ceiling.

01:12:06She wore a long white dress that moved even though the air was still. Her hair was black and stringy,

01:12:12and her face was pale like chalk. Her eyes were like empty black holes. I tried to scream,

01:12:18but nothing came out. I shut my eyes, and when I opened them again, she was gone. But my closet

01:12:25door was wide open. After that, I couldn't go in my closet anymore. I begged my mom to let me sleep

01:12:31in her room, but she said I need to learn how to be brave. I think she didn't want to admit she was

01:12:36scared too. The worst night came during a storm, heavy rain and loud wind. I woke up to the sound

01:12:43of my window creaking. When I looked, the window was slowly sliding open, even though it was locked.

01:12:50I could see the lock turning by itself. The window opened all the way, and I saw the white lady climb

01:12:56in. She didn't move like a person. She floated. Her feet never touched the floor. She drifted toward my bed

01:13:04and leaned down until her face was right in front of mine. I felt her cold breath on my skin.

01:13:10She whispered my name again, and this time I screamed as loud as I could. My mom and stepdad

01:13:16came running in, but when they turned on the light, the window was closed and locked and no one else was

01:13:21there. They yelled at me for scaring everyone, but I could see in their faces that they were worried.

01:13:28The weird thing about that part of the story is that I don't vividly remember what happened between

01:13:32the moment I saw that lady floating towards me and my screaming. The best I can explain it

01:13:37is that I sort of blacked out for a moment before remembering screaming and having my parents rush

01:13:42into the room. My window was closed again, which would suggest to people that it was just a night

01:13:47terror. That's what my parents believed it was, I think. My mom started taking me to therapy for a

01:13:53while because they were worried about me. We lived in that house for three more years, and I never got

01:13:58used to it. My brother stopped talking about the white lady, but I think it was because he was too

01:14:04scared, not because she stopped visiting. Sometimes I would hear him crying at night and saying,

01:14:09go away. I think he just also didn't want to be forced into going to therapy.

01:14:14Sometimes when it storms at night, I still get scared to even get up to go to the bathroom or get

01:14:19water. I'll glance over at corners of the room, making sure I don't see something tall lurking there.

01:14:25It goes to show how these kinds of things stick with you into adulthood. I'd be more open to

01:14:30believing it was simply night terrors if it weren't for the fact that I saw that hand on my window

01:14:34before my little brother even first mentioned the white lady. I guess this is just one of those

01:14:39freakish experiences that cannot be explained.

01:14:41This happened in early December two years ago, when I drove up into the mountains to visit an old

01:14:56friend I had not seen in a long time. His fictional name for the story is Scott, and my real name is

01:15:02Jeremy. We had been friends since middle school, but after graduation, he moved out to a small mountain

01:15:08town with his family. Over the years, we slowly drifted apart. I stayed in New York City for work,

01:15:14and he stayed up in the mountains. We never fought or anything, we just stopped keeping

01:15:19up with each other's lives. So when he reached out to me out of nowhere and said I should come visit

01:15:23for a weekend, it made me feel kind of nostalgic and excited. He said it was the best time to come

01:15:29up because the snow added to the rustic rural vibe. I figured it would be fun to catch up.

01:15:34The drive up the mountain was extra long because I drove a bit slower due to icy conditions.

01:15:40There were barely any other cars on the road, and the sun went down around 4 pm since it was

01:15:45December, and by the time I reached the area where he was living, it was already pitch black.

01:15:50He lived in one of those older wooden houses on the side of the mountain. There were only a few

01:15:55scattered houses nearby, all spaced out far from each other. He lives in a good area for skiing.

01:16:01If only I could ski. When I pulled into his driveway and he came outside to greet me,

01:16:06the first thing I noticed was that something about him felt off or just different. I hadn't

01:16:12seen him in years, so I figured maybe I just forgot what he looked like and acted like.

01:16:17But the way he talked was different, slower than he used to talk,

01:16:20and he kept pausing between sentences like he forgot what he was saying.

01:16:25He helped carry my bag inside, and the inside of the house was warm but pretty empty.

01:16:30Not much furniture except for a couch, a table, a couple chairs, and some antique-looking wall

01:16:35decor. He told me I could sleep on the couch for the weekend since it folded into a pull-out bed.

01:16:41I told him that was fine. The house had a long, dark hallway across from the couch that led to

01:16:46a bathroom and two empty guest rooms, which he explained were empty because this used to be

01:16:51his grandparents' house and they recently passed away. He told me he lived alone here now.

01:16:55The hallway had no light at the end and the doors were all open, so from the couch all I could see

01:17:01was this pitch black rectangle stretching into the back of the house. For some reason it made me

01:17:06uncomfortable, even though there was nothing obviously scary about it. That first night we

01:17:12talked a little bit about old times, but it felt strange. His general demeanor and mannerisms were more

01:17:18socially awkward now, but I chalked it up to the fact that living alone in the mountains for years could

01:17:23make anyone a bit weird. He barely made eye contact and I did feel like he kept looking in the direction

01:17:29of the hallway. When it was time to sleep he went upstairs to his bedroom and I got the couch set

01:17:34up. I left a light near the hallway on because the dark made me nervous. I felt stupid about it,

01:17:40but the hallway really bothered me. I fell asleep, but at around 2 in the morning I woke up to a thumping

01:17:47sound from upstairs. I quickly realized they were fast footsteps running across the floor above me.

01:17:55It sounded like someone sprinting from one end of the room to the other, then stopping and then

01:18:00sprinting again. The footsteps went on for about 20 seconds before just stopping completely.

01:18:07I waited to hear a door open or close or anything, but there was complete silence after that. I eventually

01:18:14fell back asleep, even though I was pretty creeped the fuck out after that. The second day was even

01:18:19weirder. Scott acted distracted the entire day, barely talking, barely eating, and whenever I asked

01:18:26if he was feeling okay he would just nod without saying anything. I didn't understand why he was

01:18:31acting this way, being that he invited me here for the weekend for what I assumed was to catch up and

01:18:35rekindle our friendship. I also counted him going down that hallway at least five times throughout the

01:18:40day, and I never bothered to check what he was looking at. Since there was a bathroom at the

01:18:45end of the hall, I just presumed he was going in there, even though I never heard a flush.

01:18:50That night the weather got worse, and a snowstorm rolled through. Wind slammed against the house

01:18:56hard enough to make the walls shake a little. It was awesome honestly, I loved the vibe of being

01:19:01snowed in in a cozy place. I went to the couch and scrolled on my phone for like an hour, then went to

01:19:07sleep. Around two in the morning, I woke up again. This time I heard soft scraping sounds.

01:19:16They were coming from downstairs, somewhere in the hallway. It sounded like something dragging

01:19:21across the wooden floor. Then it just stopped. But then there was a sudden tap on the wall behind me,

01:19:29like someone had flicked it with their finger. I turned and looked down the hallway. I didn't leave

01:19:35that light on that night, so it was completely dark. I didn't want to get up. I did my best

01:19:40to just roll to the other side and block the noises out. Old house, I kept telling myself.

01:19:45I did fall back asleep, and the next thing I remember is waking up in the morning.

01:19:52The third night was the worst. By this time I felt uneasy in the house in general, and I kept

01:19:57catching Scott staring at me for too long without saying anything, like he was checking if I noticed

01:20:02something. I almost thought about leaving early, but the snowstorm was supposed to last until morning.

01:20:09After dinner, Scott went upstairs early, and I stayed up on my phone, starting to question the

01:20:13point of this visit entirely. Eventually, I set up the couch and laid down. I shut my eyes and tried to

01:20:20sleep. But sometime around two in the morning, again, I woke up without knowing why. My eyes opened,

01:20:27but the rest of my body refused to move. I had heard of sleep paralysis before, but I had never

01:20:33experienced it. It was like being awake inside a dead body. I could only move my eyes. I couldn't

01:20:39even move my fingers. I started to panic, but then something made it even worse. I noticed movement at

01:20:46the far end of the hallway. At first, it was so dark that I couldn't tell if it was real or not,

01:20:52but after a few seconds, I realized what I was seeing. Scott was standing at the very end of the

01:20:57hallway. I could only see his outline because his face was completely hidden in the darkness.

01:21:05His arms hung at his sides, and he was standing perfectly still, like he'd been there for a long

01:21:10time just watching me. It was like a scene from Paranormal Activity. I tried to speak to him, but no

01:21:16sound came out. I tried to move or twitch or anything, but my body stayed frozen. I didn't even feel like

01:21:23I was breathing, to be honest. I could only stare. He stood there for what felt like an entire minute,

01:21:29not moving at all. Then, without warning, he slowly turned to his right and walked into the

01:21:35guest room at the end of the hall. He disappeared into the darkness without a sound. My body slowly

01:21:41started to regain control. First my fingers, then my arms, then my ability to sit up.

01:21:47Once I fully snapped out of it, I sat up shaking and sweating. I kept telling myself it might have

01:21:53just been a dream or a hallucination, since sleep paralysis can cause that, but something in my gut

01:21:58said it wasn't. I whispered his name to see if he would answer. Nothing. Against everything in me,

01:22:06I got up and forced myself to walk down the hallway toward the room he had gone into.

01:22:09When I stepped inside, the room looked empty, but in the far corner by the window, someone was

01:22:16standing. I could see the shape of a person facing the window looking outside. I couldn't tell if it

01:22:22was Scott. Either way, the sight was horrifying. I slowly backed out and then ran upstairs to his

01:22:29bedroom. I found Scott asleep in his bed, completely knocked out. I shook him awake and he looked confused

01:22:36and irritated, like he had no idea why I was waking him up. When I tried to tell him what I saw, he

01:22:42refused to go downstairs. I begged him to believe me that someone else was in the house. He would not

01:22:48even look toward the stairs. He didn't say anything, but his expression changed in a way that scared me

01:22:54even more. He looked like he already knew what I had seen. I then asked him firmly,

01:23:00Scott, who is that downstairs? And he just looked at me and shrugged his shoulders.

01:23:06At that point, I decided I was done. I didn't care about the snow or the time. I ran downstairs and

01:23:12grabbed my bag to pack my stuff. I kept glancing toward the hallway, half expecting to see that person

01:23:17standing there again. Genuinely, I just wanted to teleport out of that house immediately.

01:23:23When I got outside, the cold air almost relieved me. I brushed snow off my car and got inside as fast

01:23:29as possible. As I backed out of the driveway, I made the mistake of looking up at the house one last

01:23:35time. In that window of the room at the end of the hallway, I saw a silhouette, surely that same

01:23:41person I saw standing in that room just before. That was the last thing I ever saw of Scott's house.

01:23:48After that weekend, he stopped responding to texts. I threatened to call in a wellness check

01:23:53when I got worried that he got murdered or something, and finally he responded saying,

01:23:57I'm fine. That's it though, he didn't respond to any further texts, so I stopped bothering.

01:24:03That was not the same Scott I knew from school. Whatever happened to him, and whoever that was in

01:24:09his house, it's not my problem. I'd be lying if I said it doesn't terrify the shit out of me though.

01:24:17We'll be here.

01:24:19We'll be here.

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