Welcome back to Internet Frenzy.
Yay!
What's happening?
We back.
We're back, baby.
Well, we're really excited.
We've got a really fun episode this week, but just a quick recap of what happened last
week.
So last week, we had our guests on, Essence Sammy, and we talked all about pet peeves.
It was absolutely hilarious, but we have not found out who the fake is yet, so let's talk
about that.
Who would like to raise their hand impolitely?
Be honest.
Was me.
It wasn't me.
It was me!
Oh.
Marley was the fake.
Yes, I was.
Oh my goodness.
Well, you stumped all of us.
Yes, so?
You're just the best.
It was a lot of pressure with two extra people.
Yeah.
I was like, fake, like it, and I was sitting right next to Sammy, and I was like, please,
don't.
I like brightness all the way down.
I'm like, please don't catch me.
It's hilarious.
But no, it was such a good episode.
Yeah, it was great.
It was so fun.
We need to have Essence Sammy back.
We already missed them, but this week is going to be a banger.
As you can tell on our YouTube right now, if you're watching, we are all wearing costumes.
And for our podcast listeners, we will describe what we are.
The Whitney aka me is a cowgirl.
Woo.
She looks so cute.
Thanks.
So cowgirl.
What are you, Joe?
I am Alan from the Hangover.
That's my guy.
He has a baby strep to his chest.
That's right.
Thanks a lot, Bin Laden.
With my mom's sunglasses on.
Hey.
He walked all 500 feet to get on tonight.
Respect.
Love it.
I am a robber.
I'm Isaiah and a surfer man.
Don't do that.
Well, we've got our costumes on.
Halloween's coming up and we are ready to provide for you the most epic Halloween stories
you have ever heard in your entire life.
So this episode is called Halloween Horror, spooky Reddit stories to keep you up at night.
I like love that.
I love like, like even looking for all the story, like looking for the story.
I was like, I just love reading stuff like this.
Let's go.
My dudes, this one is gnarly from cheer off my chest.
Oh, gnarly.
Really?
Yeah, you guys aren't ready.
Guys, I need all the lights turned on.
I'm scared.
If you're with us podcast listeners, be safe out there.
Turn your lights on.
I killed my little brother and my stepdad is in prison for it.
I've been holding this in for almost two decades and I don't know how much longer I can live
with myself.
I'm 31 now, married and I have a baby boy of my own.
But every time I look at him, I'm reminded of what I did.
When I was 13, I killed my little brother.
He was only six.
It was summer and my mom had just started dating a new guy.
Let's call him Vincent.
He was rough around the edges, worked construction and was always either dead tired or in a bad
mood.
My mom was working double shifts at the time.
So Vincent watched over us more often than she did.
My little brother Ethan and I spent a lot of time with him, but we never really liked
him.
He was just there.
I remember overhearing my mom and Vincent arguing late at night, mostly about money,
but sometimes about us, the kids.
Vincent always seemed annoyed by having to take care of us.
One day it was just me and Ethan and Vincent at home.
Vincent was in one of his moods, sitting in the living room drinking a beer even though
it was barely noon.
Ethan was being his usual self, loud, hyper, annoying like a six year old tends to be.
He wanted to play hide and seek and I just wanted to be left alone.
We were in the backyard and Ethan kept running up to me, tagging me, laughing and running
away.
I snapped.
I yelled at him to stop, but he just thought it was part of the game.
I don't know what came over me.
It's like I lost control.
I pushed him.
Hard.
I wasn't even thinking.
He tripped over a rock or something and he hit his head on the edge of the patio.
The sound of his skull cracking was so sharp, like something breaking inside me too.
He just laid there not moving.
Blood started pooling under his head and I froze.
I tried calling his name, shaking him, but he didn't respond.
I ran to the living room to get Vincent.
He stumbled out, saw Ethan and started panicking.
I was crying hysterically, telling him it was an accident, but he wasn't listening.
He picked Ethan up, screaming at me and ran inside to call 911.
When the paramedics came, they tried everything, but it was too late.
He was already gone.
The police arrived soon after and that's when everything changed.
I was still in shock, not knowing what to say.
Vincent was acting weird, defensive and angry and he told them it was an accident, but the
police were suspicious.
They questioned us separately and I stayed quiet.
I was terrified.
Vincent already had a record, a couple of DUIs and some domestic disputes from his past
relationship, so they zeroed in on him.
When they found out he had been drinking that day, it was game over.
They charged him with manslaughter, claiming he'd been neglectful, that his drunkenness
led to Ethan's death.
I let them believe that.
I was too scared to admit the truth.
I let them take Vincent away.
Vincent was sentenced to 20 years.
My mom never forgave him, she cut all ties after that.
We moved and she eventually married someone else.
It was like Vincent never even existed.
My mom never once suspected me.
She couldn't bear to think her daughter could have been responsible for something so horrible.
I learned to keep quiet, to bury the guilt so deep that sometimes even I could forget
it, at least for a little while.
But now I have a child of my own, a son who just turned one, and every time I look at
him I'm reminded of Ethan.
I can't help but think how fragile he is, how easily I could lose control again.
The guilt has been eating me alive and I've started having nightmares.
I see Ethan's face, lifeless, with that pool of blood beneath him and I wake up sweating
in my heart racing.
I know I should confess, I know Vincent is rotting in prison for something I did.
But if I come forward now, I'll destroy everything.
My family, my marriage, I'm not sure I could handle the fallout.
But how do I live with myself?
How do I explain this to my son when he's old enough to understand?
I'm terrified that one day I'll snap again.
I'm terrified that what's inside me is darker than I ever wanted to admit.
I don't expect forgiveness, I just need to get this out.
It's been suffocating me for years and I don't know how much longer I can carry it.
I killed my brother and I let an innocent man take the fall for it.
I highly can't, that really gives me anxiety.
The chills.
So this girl was 13 years old when she pushed her brother.
She pushed him, he's 6.
Just like a little, poor little boy.
Just being a boy, just playing.
Oh.
At least it was a pure accident.
Yeah.
But now she's in way deep.
Well yeah, she's in deep.
But she needs to go say something.
She has to.
She has to go tell the cops, to be not guilty, you have to go and get it resolved with the
law.
The dude's already served 18 years.
He's sent it to the Oms.
He's gonna go and get her.
He should.
But he probably doesn't know, she's the reason why.
He was drunk.
And he's probably like, oh, I didn't remember.
He just thinks he was wrongfully accused.
He doesn't know really what happened.
I mean, not after this story.
He's gonna see that.
You think so?
It's so crazy too to think that he didn't, just because of his criminal history, he had
DUIs and he had domestic disputes before.
The responding officers, it was like they just tied it up really quick.
Right.
And he was drinking and his criminal history, that made it so the police were just like,
okay, this is over and done.
No easy investigation.
Yeah, no investigation, exceeding that.
This guy's responsible for this poor little boy.
Well, think about it.
Really, think about what her life would look like now.
She would have, I would say, she would have gone to jail or juvie or whatever.
Yeah, what would have happened in 13?
No, something, gone, yes, she would have gone to jail.
13?
13 years old, pure accident.
It wasn't an accident.
She shoved his ass.
Okay, but she wasn't trying to kill him.
Whitney, how many times did you push Isaiah?
Never.
I never laid my hands on Isaiah.
Did my old chase and then playing with me could have hurt me.
They could have, like, being that little.
She even said in the story that she feels like she has this dark, twisted, angry, where
she'll just snap.
When you're 13.
But she hasn't.
But she still says that.
Well, I think just because she feels guilty about what happened.
And she's like, I've done it once, I could do it again.
I think it's more just an anxiety thing.
You think so?
You don't think she's an evil?
I don't think she's like pure evil.
No.
I mean, think about her life already too, like she grew up, mom was already divorced
before she was 13.
Like she didn't have a great childhood.
She gets married to this guy that has a bad past and now she has to live with them.
He's getting drunk all the time in the house.
She's not being taken care of.
Well, yeah, she's with him majority of the time.
Like obviously, like, and it's not an excuse for her to push the little brother, but at
the end of the day, she wasn't trying to kill the little brother whatsoever.
Just perfectly wrong place, wrong time.
Like she said she shoved him hard, but like he had to be straight tossed to hit his head
on the patio and die from that.
I think she would go to Juvenile.
I don't know why I think that.
I've never heard of a kid killing their sibling accident or not and not having a big punishment.
Where?
But I mean, it's just weird because 13 is like five years away from being an adult.
So at some point there's a line where like you can't hold the kid for five years and
then charge them as an adult.
And if they're being charged as a kid, the punishments always way less severe.
Well, and that's what I'm saying.
I'm not saying they would charge her as an adult and wait or whatever.
I'm just saying she, I do think she would have gone to Juvenile.
So what would happen now though?
Like what if she was like, hey, she can clean now.
I did this.
You think so?
Yes, because this guy has been sitting in jail for 18 years because she didn't say anything.
So does the sentence restart?
Is it like, oh, you actually did this.
So you're going to get the man.
Or she'll have to like pay him compensation or something for like the life that he's
lost being in jail.
I also think why don't cops just sit on Reddit and wait for stories like this to come up
and it's like, gotcha.
Because they can't come.
They have a jurisdiction.
So it's like, no one knows where this person is.
Obviously they could like go.
But that's not, that's not cops.
That's like the CIA or the FBI.
Like that's like, federal.
What's the column?
Why don't they do it?
Yeah.
I mean, I'm sure that's the thing.
Maybe maybe maybe people will delete their post or whatever, but they could trace the
IP address and like figure it all out.
I'm sure.
That'd be crazy.
I wonder if there are murder solved because of Reddit posts.
There's special people that sit on like social media to try to find like just things out
of nowhere.
Well, I'm sure there's even some Reddit people that like find stuff like that and then like
look like a, oh, like little boy kill, like if there were any headlines about it or like,
I'm sure there's people out there that just have literally nothing else to do.
Trying to find their own.
Yeah.
We have the term is internet sleuths.
Sleuths.
It seems like she's on the edge to finally confess though.
Yeah.
I'm now telling people like, don't confess.
You have a one year old.
I don't know.
You got to confess.
Take that one off with Jesus.
That's the thing is like only God can judge her.
No, but for real, that's that's really a difficult thing because I just don't have any faith
in the judicial system.
The fact that like that guy could go to jail for 18 years for something he didn't do.
And then like, they just restart the clock for her.
If she were to come out, like the whole thing.
I don't think that would happen, but there would be, I feel like there definitely would
be some.
Oh, there'd be major consequences.
Yeah.
Her life would change.
I'd be doing my homework as to like what, what the consequences would actually be before
I would just like going.
Yeah, I guess that's true.
But then again, I would, I, when I was 13, I definitely would have been like, Hey, cops,
I did this, bro.
Like it wasn't him.
I pushed my little brother because I was stupid.
Like, that would be so hard.
I don't think I would.
I feel like so traumatized at that point and you're just like, and it's a girl too.
You want to know what else is crazy?
This was in the front yard, right?
It doesn't specify.
It just says in the yard.
Okay.
Well, crazy that there was no witnesses.
If it's like, I was totally picturing like somewhere in the south with like tall trees
and like, there's like room to run around and they're just like up kind of by the house
in the back patio, but it could have been anywhere.
Yeah.
13.
The more I think about is this kind of old.
She's old.
Most 13 year olds, I imagine them saying something like now that I like think about a bunch of
people that I know that are 13, like, yeah, it was an accident.
Say something.
She doesn't even sound sad about the fact that her brother is dead.
Right.
Like, and that's the part that seems dark.
The mom too.
Well, the only thing that OP said was that she, she does as much as she can to forget
about it.
She tries mentally to not think about it, which I'd imagine like never been there, but I
would imagine you have to really make a conscientious effort to disassociate.
And like, that's why they say serial killers, killers, like they don't show emotion is for
that reason.
Right.
They just like push it all down.
But the mom, I'm sure the mom was losing her frickin mind, but OP's not going to be
like, yeah, my mom's really sad that my brother died.
Get an attorney.
Tell them what happened.
Tell them you're going to come clean and what's the best route to take and how can I keep
myself safe as much as possible here?
And then you go to the cops.
I think she does need to be there for her kid.
But I also do think she needs to be held accountable for what she did.
Yeah, exactly.
You got to have a consequence.
Like that little girl could have been in juvie for a year for all we know.
And then her life, she continues on as a murderer.
Well, that's true.
I really don't know how they get tried as kids, but one last thought on this.
Yes.
She's also married.
So could you imagine?
No.
Like no.
That's the whole thing.
So imagine like, oh, you kill her.
And your stepdad has been in jail for 18 years.
And he definitely like, I would know about the stepdad being in jail for something.
Yeah, you would know that.
And you know about the brother and you know the whole situation.
And that was the truth.
And then you find out that I did it.
That she straight jabbed him and he.
Oh, I would tell the cops.
I think I would have to know.
But the point is that you were, you're finding out at this point, so your life is getting
absolutely wrecked.
Yeah.
It's like us being married for like 10 years, have one kid and then I find out that it was
actually her.
And she's like, I'm going to the cops.
She's like, I felt guilty about this forever.
You're like, cool, cool, cool.
That explains so much.
Like shocker bralettes hang 10 in jail.
So this is from Reddit and it says, my wife has been peeking at me from around corners
and behind furniture.
It's gone from weird to terrifying.
My wife Lynn.
Okay.
So he's calling her Lynn.
My wife, Lynn and I have been together for six years and married for 11 months.
Our entire history together has been very normal and never once have I noticed any weird
behaviors or red flags.
I can't stress enough how out of character this whole thing is for her.
Lynn is very kind, intelligent and thoughtful.
She's always been the no nonsense type of person being childish or trying to scare me
is not something she'd normally do.
She doesn't even like watching horror movies.
When we first started dating, she agreed to watch The Shining with me because she knew
how much I loved horror.
She was so scared that she didn't even make it through half the movie before we had to
turn it off.
It isn't into anything creepy and has never been into pranks.
It's just not her cup of tea and that's fine.
But that was what's so strange about this.
It's just so unlike her.
I should also add that she has never had any mental health issues and as far as I'm aware,
it doesn't run in her family.
I know some people are able to hide their mental health problems, but in the six years
we've been together, I think I'd have some sort of sign.
Two months ago, I was in the kitchen making myself some copy before work.
I was running a bit late that morning and knew I wouldn't be able to make it to Dunkin
Donuts for my usual morning fix.
I took a sip of my coffee as I hurried down the hall towards the front door when I happened
to notice Lynn peeking at me from around the corner ahead of me.
I could only see her eyes and a strand of her long, dark hair hanging against the wall.
The rest of her body was concealed behind the corner.
I nearly spilled my coffee when I saw her.
I did burn the shit out of my lips.
Jeez, Lynn, I said wiping a few drops of coffee from my pants.
You scared the shit out of me.
She immediately popped out of view like a little kid that had been caught.
I heard her scurry around towards the living room and by the time I got to the front door,
she was out of sight.
It was really weird and just totally out of character for her, like I said, but also
found it kind of funny that she was being more playful and a little less serious.
I shouted that I loved her and called her a weirdo as I shut the door behind me.
I heard her laughing.
Her behavior was a bit odd, but it certainly wasn't something to call a priest over.
I forgot about it by lunch and by the time I got home, she was her normal self.
I didn't bring it up and neither did she and life went on.
The next incident happened three days later.
It was around 2 a.m. and I had woken up to get a drink.
I was standing at the kitchen island jug of an OJ in hand when I felt a strong feeling
that I was being watched.
For whatever reason, I looked down at the floor and saw my wife's smiling face staring
back.
She was peeking at me from the other side of the island staring at me with wide, unblinking
eyes and grinning.
Grinning like the Cheshire cat.
Absolutely not.
It gets crazy.
I screamed all a minute, not out of irritation but fear.
For some reason at that moment, I was scared.
At the sound of my scream, Lynn scuttled backwards out of my view, her hands and feet smacking
the tile floor as she hurried out of the kitchen on all floors.
What?
Shit.
No thought.
Absolutely not.
This reminds me of the visit.
I know.
This is us.
Yeah.
She's got a little...
Something's going on here.
She's flipping.
...double ganger.
I didn't run after her or even yell after her.
I just stood there frozen in shock wondering what the F had possessed her to do that.
It took me a little longer than I'd like to admit to go back upstairs but eventually
I did.
When I got to our bedroom, Lynn was lying on her side asleep.
Or at least pretending to be.
I stood there for a while watching her breathing to be really sure she was asleep.
I had the feeling she might jump out at me the moment I got into bed but she didn't.
I climbed into bed and she didn't even move.
Her breathing was soft and deep and I was starting to wonder if I'd dreamt the whole
thing.
The next morning I waited for her to come down for coffee and after handing her a mug
and kissing her cheek, I decided to ask her about it.
What was that about last night?
I asked, keeping my tone lights so I didn't offend or embarrass her.
She frowned over her cup of coffee shaking her head like she had no clue what I was referring
to.
You were peeking at me again.
From over there I said pointing to the spot on the floor by the kitchen island.
She followed my gaze and when she looked back at me, she burst out laughing.
She laughed so hard that I couldn't help but join her.
You creep the F out of me sometimes.
You know that?
I said.
She giggled and set her cup on the counter and wrapped her arms around my neck.
You creep me out all the time so I guess we're even.
She teased.
We said our goodbyes and left for work.
As I drove, I kept thinking about how creepy I'd been seeing her grinning at me from behind
the island like that.
The sounds her hands made on the floor as she crawled away.
I told myself she was just trying to be silly.
Just trying to join me in my love of all things horror.
It's not like I was afraid of her but it still didn't sit right with me.
I started seeing her peeking at me more and more.
Sometimes she'd be peeking out from behind the couch or living room curtains.
Once she even managed to get inside her grandmother's old trunk that sits at the foot of our bed.
I might not have even known she was there at all.
Had the trunks, old hinges not given her away.
She'd had the lid propped up just enough so only half of her face peeked through.
She'd been grinning like an excited toddler.
It was unnerving.
I didn't even know what to say to her.
All I could do was stare.
When I finally found my voice, I asked her why on earth was she doing this?
She didn't answer.
She had slowly closed the lid, shutting herself inside the trunk.
I just walked away, feeling disturbed.
I just sit on it.
Like you're done.
You walk.
I didn't understand why she was doing it but clearly it made her happy.
I just hoped she would tire of the game quickly.
Lynn didn't peek at me for the next two weeks.
I started to think she was done with her weird prank and I was relieved.
We were watching a show on Netflix one night and I jokingly said that I hadn't seen her
peeking at me lately and that she must have given up on her spy game.
She looked up at me with a small smile and said, maybe I've just gotten better at it.
I didn't say anything but I wondered whether or not she was joking.
For the next few days I couldn't stop about what she had said.
Was she still peeking at me when I wasn't looking and I just hadn't noticed?
And if so, what the hell was she getting out of this?
I started to feel paranoid, constantly checking whether she was watching from around the corner
or behind a door.
I was jumpy whenever I was home and she wasn't in full view of me.
I felt stupid and a little crazy.
But after a few weeks without another incident I began to relax.
I stopped checking behind furniture and walls and told myself it was just a bad memory.
Then a few days ago things got so much worse.
Lynn left to go to a friend and I lounged on the couch and played a couple games on
my laptop.
Around 9pm I hopped in the shower and as I was washing the soap from my hair I felt
that awful feeling that I was being watched.
I slowly opened my eyes and almost had an effing heart attack.
Lynn was peeking from behind the shower curtain.
Her entire head stretched into the shower, leaving just her body outside.
Her long dark hair hung against the curtain that ends dripping with water.
Her mouth hung open in a terrible grin, eyes wide and red, as if she hadn't blinked in
a while.
No.
Absolutely not.
As if she hasn't blinked in a while.
She's just like, ugh.
Yes!
Finally!
Look!
Yeah.
I feel like Guaddy's been watching his hair a long time.
Gosh, I'm dripping over here.
Open your eyes, open your eyes.
Please look.
I screamed and jumped back against the wall.
She didn't move nor did her smile waver.
Her makeup ran down her cheeks and two black streaks.
She looked giddy and completely deranged.
I was effing terrified.
We stood like that for a few moments, neither of us saying a word.
Hey, after what felt like forever, she slowly pulled her head back out of the shower and
I watched her blurry figure through the curtain as she moved backwards towards the bathroom
door.
A second later, the bathroom door slammed shut hard enough to battle the mirror.
I screamed again and jumped under the shower to lock the door.
I stayed inside the bathroom for over an hour.
Maybe I overreacted to some of you, but joke or not, I wasn't going to put up with that
crazy shit anymore.
That's what I kept telling myself as I paced in my bathroom, stopping to listen at the
door every few minutes.
Suddenly I heard a muffled sound and I pressed my ear against the bathroom door straining
to listen.
I couldn't hear anything, but I envisioned Lynn standing on the other side of the door
googling at her joke.
I felt a surge of anger.
I was being on pissed, being made to feel scared in my own house, and made to hide in the bathroom
for an hour.
All for what?
Some joke?
If it was a joke, it was an awful one.
What the eff Lynn!
I snapped.
This shit is getting really effing annoying.
I waited for her to apologize or to call me a jerk, but instead I heard a faint moan.
So quiet, I wondered if I heard it at all.
And then complete silence.
Lynn, I called out.
Not able to even hide the shakiness in my voice.
I got no response.
Just my own heavy breathing.
I swear, just effing stop it!
I yelled, pounding my fist on the door.
I waited for her to cuss me out.
Something I wouldn't expect from her talking to her like that.
I never have screamed at her before, but there was nothing.
Just the occasional drip from the shower head.
I won't deny that I was scared, too afraid to open the damn door and face my own wife.
I waited another 30 minutes or so, which feels like a lifetime when you're scared.
Finally, I decided I wasn't going to spend the night hiding in my bathroom, so I got
down on my knees and peered underneath the door.
I almost expected to see her face peeking at me, but thankfully I didn't.
I could see straight down the hallway to the top of the stairs, but no limb.
I didn't know if I should be happy about that or not.
I looked for a few minutes, waiting to see her head pop up over the top step, but it
never came.
I showed up, my hand hovering over the door and mentally preparing myself to open it.
I slowly turned the lock with shaky fingers and was about to yank it open when I heard
a sound that still makes me feel nauseous when I think about it.
A moan, louder than before, but this time I was able to tell just where it was coming
from.
I turned my head to the closet door as if in slow motion and locked eyes with my wife
who was peeking at me from the slight gap.
Her eyes were still wide as ever and her mouth was hanging open in the most grotesque leaping
smile I've ever seen.
I didn't even scream.
I was too scared for even that her hands were clasped to her chest.
Body trembling was sheer delight as if she could barely contain her excitement.
A short raspy moan bubbled up from her throat deep in raw, sending a shiver through my entire
body.
Somehow I found the ability to pull the bathroom door open as I ran, as fast as I could all
the way down the steps, snagging my keys and phone from the table in the living room
before running outside of my car.
I could hear her shrill laughter behind me, but I didn't hear her getting closer.
I didn't bother shutting the front door.
I drove away from the house faster than I legally should have.
She'd bring the entire time either from fear or the cold, maybe a little bit of both.
I hadn't grabbed a coat or even a pair of shoes.
I was still in my boxers and my hair was still damp.
I drove straight to my brother Chris's house about 40 minutes away, ignoring any and every
call and text I got.
I didn't check my phone until I was safely parked in my brother's driveway.
Lynn had called four times and set a flurry of texts, all wondering where I'd gone and
why I left like that.
I threw my phone at the dash in a rage, furious at her nonchalant attitude.
My brother and his wife were surprised to see me, especially dressed in just a pair of boxers,
but told me to stay as long as I needed.
Chris let me some clothes and asked me what happened.
I told him Lynn and I had a fight, but didn't get into the details.
I didn't want him to think I was overreacting, leaving my wife over a prank, even if it was
a strange one.
I mean, how did I encourage her for years to lighten up instead of being so serious all
the time?
I wanted to relax and loosen up, but this was definitely not what I had in mind.
The mere thought of going back home gave me anxiety.
I tossed and turned unable to sleep.
Chris ended up giving me a sleeping pill, so I was able to get a little rest.
My sleep was filled with terrible dreams, all of Lynn's smiling face.
I woke up just as the sun started to rise.
My sore body ached from the sofa and I felt drained.
I knew I'd have to call Lynn at some point, but I didn't know what to say to her.
I wouldn't be going home unless she gave me her word.
She'd never do any more creepy shit.
I just wanted my wife back, her normal, serious self, and never looked so good to me.
I was contemplating calling her and telling her that.
When that familiar feeling came over me, I was being watched.
I was staring at the ceiling, my heart and my throat.
I didn't want to look away, but the longer I ignored the feeling, the worse it got.
My eyes drifted away from the ceiling, almost on their own.
Her face was pressed up against the window beside the couch, staring down at me with
that same gaping smile.
Drill dribbled down her lips, leaving two long streaks down the glass.
I didn't know how long she'd been there, but something told me she'd been there quite
a while, possibly all night.
I didn't bother screaming, though I was afraid.
Anger trumped any fear I felt at that moment.
I jumped up from the couch and pounded my palm against the glass.
Lynn, are you crazy?
What the hell is wrong with you?
Just go home!
I shouted, no!
She didn't move.
Her ghastly expression never changed, if anything, her smile only grew as if she had never been
more elated.
I could hear Chris and his wife moving around upstairs as if Lynn could hear them from her
place outside.
Her head twitched slightly in their direction and she began to close her mouth slowly.
Chris called my name from upstairs, obviously concerned.
I turned to see him and his wife Rebecca hurring down the steps.
When I turned back to the window, Lynn was gone.
The only sign she'd been there at all was the two streaks of Drill still dripping down
the glass.
I tried explaining to Chris and Rebecca about waking up to see Lynn watching me through
the window.
They were skeptical.
Who wouldn't be?
Chris and I went outside to the spot in front of the window, but there were no footprints
in the dirt, just a slight indent.
Animal probably Chris Guest and I didn't argue.
He and Rebecca assumed I'd dreamt the entire episode, but they didn't understand and I
was too tired to explain it to them.
I called out of work that day and I turned my cell phone off.
I didn't want to face Lynn.
Just talking to her was too much for me at that point.
I really started to believe something was irreversibly wrong with her.
And no matter what promises she'd made, we'd never be the same again.
The thought saddened me to my core.
I cried most of the morning.
By noon I figured I was ready to confront her, give her one last chance to explain herself.
I could at least give her that six years I told myself.
I turned my phone on and saw the dozens of tech sheets set all from a seemingly concerned
wife.
Can we talk?
I love you.
Please call me.
I'm really worried.
Can you answer me?
Just come home.
And more of the same.
All techs telling me she loved me and she wanted me home.
How worried she was.
Not a damn one addressing the crazy shit.
She pulled like she hadn't been acting like a character from Stephen King book.
Even her techs were different.
She normally texts novels just to tell me to pick up a loaf of bread.
You'd think she'd have more to save to me after her bizarre shenanigans.
I know it probably seems childish to some of you who are miles away from this situation
but if you saw the way Lynn had looked at me, how she'd skip right away on all fours
like some wild animal.
Greeting at me from inside the closet like a lunatic then I think you'd find my reaction
was warranted.
I ended up staying with Chris and Rebecca for another night.
I didn't wake up yesterday until afternoon and thankfully I didn't see Lynn's face
watching me through the window.
I don't want to pry because it's not my place but is this fight something that can be amended?
Rebecca asked.
She made us both a sandwich for lunch and I knew she wanted to breach the subject without
seeming too nosy.
I don't know, I just, she's like a different person.
I said choosing my words carefully.
I still wasn't ready for her or Chris to know the full extent of the bat shit craziness
I had been dealing with.
People change Ben but she's still the same woman you married.
Maybe you both just need to talk through your issues, whatever's going on.
I'm sure it can be fixed.
I think it's beyond that now, I don't think talking would help, I just don't trust her.
I said the words stung in my heart, I missed and loved my wife but how could I live with
someone like that living in constant fear?
Living in constant fear didn't sound too appealing.
Lynn loves you, she has to be absolutely crushed she said.
I don't know about that I said.
Well she certainly seemed to me, I've never seen her so upset.
Very much unlike the Lynn I know Rebecca said shaking her hands sadly.
It took a full minute for her words to really sink in and when they did I felt dread warm
coming its way through my skin.
Wait, what do you mean?
You saw her?
You saw Lynn?
I asked.
My mouth suddenly dried.
Rebecca nodded casually as if that fact wasn't nightmare fuel.
Maybe for her it wasn't.
She sat by this morning just after Chris left for work.
She said cleaning the plates from the table.
I didn't see her car though, maybe she took an Uber or something.
Beck, what did she say?
Did she come inside?
I asked what, starting to break out on my forehead.
I began looking around examining corners as though a predator lurked behind them.
No, she just asked if you were awake yet and I said that you weren't.
I asked if she wanted me to wake you but she said no, just to let you sleep.
She said as she washed the dishes.
That's all?
She didn't say anything else I asked?
No, she looked awful though like she hadn't slept in days.
I think you should call her.
I got up from the table and thanked Rebecca for lunch.
I felt a little bit better at the knowledge that at least she hadn't come inside.
Still I needed double check that the doors were locked.
I sat for a while trying to figure out what to do next.
I didn't want to go home but I thought that I owed it to Lynn to help her if I could.
How did I sworn an oath to love and honor her through sickness and in health?
Clearly she was very sick.
If she was sick, which I truly believe she was, I had to try and get her the help she
needed but I didn't even know where to start.
I didn't want to call the police besides what the hell was going to tell them.
That my wife was peeking at me?
That she was being creepy?
As bizarre as she'd been, she still hadn't committed any crime, not yet anyway.
The police would have probably said I was overreacting.
I knew as her husband I was well within my rights to have her committed but what if she
simply acted normal in their presence?
She's obviously been able to fool Rebecca into thinking she was just a concerned wife.
As long as the doctors didn't find her a danger to herself or others, they'd have no choice
but to release her after 72 hours.
I felt lost and overwhelmed.
So I did what any husband in my position would do.
I called her mother.
I didn't want to, believe me.
Her mother, Marianne, and I were never on the best terms.
We never fought or anything like that.
She just wasn't a very warm person.
It wasn't really easy to get along with.
She hardly ever smiled when she did.
Only her lips would move into a thin lip smile, leaving her eyes as blank as before.
I'd only met her twice and both times were for such short visits.
I got the impression she didn't approve of me for her daughter.
Lynn always ushered us out quickly as if she didn't want me to feel uncomfortable, which
I was grateful for.
Being in her mother's company felt almost unbearable.
I was happy to avoid the woman but I needed her help.
I really didn't want to talk to her at all but I had to talk to someone and someone who
knew Lynn better than I do so I grit my teeth and did what I had to do.
Yes, she answered, already sounding irritated.
Marianne, it's me, Ben.
Do you have a minute to talk?
I asked, I could hear her cluck her tongue in irritation.
I'm in the middle of writing some checks but if you insist, I suppose I can spare a
moment.
What is it that you want to discuss, Benjamin?
She said, it's about Lynn.
She's been acting strangely and I was wondering if you had any idea whether there was something
I was quickly interrupted.
It's a bit difficult to follow your rambling, Benjamin.
What is it that you want from me?
She asked, I could almost see her standing there in her thin sweater and slacks tapping
her fingernails impatiently on the table.
I wanted to know if you'd ever notice any odd behavior or possibly any mental health
issues.
There was a long and comfortable pause that I couldn't tell was because she was just thinking
or something else.
Finally, after a few seconds she spoke.
I'm not sure if this is one of your jokes, Benjamin, but if so, I don't find the humor
in it.
Now, I do have business to attend to as I've said, so if you don't mind, she said, but
I cut her off before she could get rid of me.
Marianne, it's not a joke.
I'm sincerely concerned about Lynn's mental health.
Her behavior has been very erratic lately.
I'm worried about her and I figured as her mother you would be as well.
I said my frustration, evident in my voice.
If you're truly concerned, then I suggest you get the health professionals involved.
I don't know what you expect of me, she snapped.
I could tell she was seconds away from hanging up and for some reason I was desperate not
to let her.
Please, if not for me, do it for Lynn.
I tried.
Benjamin, do not call here again.
Goodbye.
I tried to call out to her, but she hung up.
I tried to rent my hand around the call and her refusal to help me.
Even if she didn't like me, why wouldn't she want to help her own daughter?
I couldn't understand that.
I tried to replay the conversation desperate to find something I missed.
For a while, Oma gave up and time-earned her lost words to me, seek professional help.
She had said those words with a bit of urgency.
I could have just been grasping at straws, but no.
I was sure her voice had changed ever so slightly when she said that as if they were very important.
Well, as she meant, I assumed she'd been referring to medical professionals, but maybe
she was referring to someone else, someone that she didn't, for some reason, feel comfortable
saying directly or maybe I was just desperate.
I was waiting for Chris to get home and after a very long and exhausting conversation with
him and Rebecca, I convinced them that Lynn truly needed psychiatric help.
I didn't tell them everything.
I wasn't prepared to go into it yet, but I told them about our last encounter, how
she hid in the bathroom peeking at me from the closet.
They were obviously shocked, but thankfully they believed me.
They too just wanted to help her.
Still, they didn't think it was all that serious.
Weird.
Maybe, but not dangerous.
They just kept saying that Lynn had to be playing some kind of weird joke.
Maybe for YouTube, Rebecca offered if only half-heartedly.
Chris didn't think we should involve the police just yet.
He offered instead to go with me and I readily accepted.
He reasoned that calmly talking or trying to coax her into going willingly was the best
recourse.
I agreed to do it his way.
At least I wouldn't be going into that house alone.
We drove over this morning just after breakfast.
There was no way I was going at night.
When we pulled into the driveway, my stomach began doing somersaults.
Her car wasn't there, but I still didn't let my guard down.
The front door was ajar and for a split second, I thought we'd see her eyes staring through
the gap.
I was shaking and starting to sweat.
Chris, however, was fine.
He waited for me to open the door, his hands and his pockets like he was going on an effin
stroll through the park.
I envied his ignorance.
I pushed the door open and was immediately hit with a stench of rot.
Chris smelled it too and he walked up in the house behind me with his nose scrunched up.
What do you guys use to clean the floors around here?
Shit!
Chris mumbled.
Shut up.
I said, my eyes darting around for any signs of Lynn.
The house was deadly quiet and dark despite being 10 in the morning.
All the curtains were closed up tight, refusing to allow any sunlight inside.
If I hadn't left it just two days prior, I'd have thought the house to be abandoned.
We moved through each room, carefully checking any place that she might hide, occasionally
calling her name.
Why the eff are you looking under the couch, Chris asked eventually?
Aren't we looking for your wife?
He was looking at me like I was a moron.
Let's just go upstairs, I whispered.
He shook his head but followed me up the stairs to check the bathroom and spare bedroom.
On my way up, my shoes crunched over pieces of glass that looked to be littered over a
few of the steps.
I noticed that one of Lynn and my wedding portraits that hung on the wall along the
staircase had been smashed.
The frame hung crookedly, all the glass removed.
I stared at the picture, a lump forming in my throat.
We had taken the photo just after leaving the church after seeing our vows.
She looked so beautiful in her white gown.
I looked at Lynn's beautiful face.
I never dreamed her face would ever be a source of terror for me.
We climbed the rest of the steps and checked the spare bedroom but it looked completely
untouched.
I was hesitant to go to the bathroom.
My fear from that night coming back at me all at once.
Chris noticed and I offered to go in by myself but I couldn't let him do that so we walked
in together.
I looked in the closet in the shower, the bathroom looked as if it hadn't been touched
since the night I left.
I don't think she's here, Ben.
Why don't you pack some clothes and we'll try coming back tomorrow or something, Chris
said.
I nodded and went into our bedroom and shoved some clothes into a duffel bag.
When I checked inside our closet, I came across the source of the smell and gagged.
Chris took one look and lost all color in his face.
He had to go stand by the stairs to get away from the site and the smell.
I gazed down in shock at what lay inside my bedroom closet, soaking into the rug where
at least a dozen eyeballs all carefully laid out in pairs.
Some were as large as a quarter while others were as tiny as a marble.
I stared down at the eyes she'd collected from small animals and why wondered how she
got in them and shattered at the thought.
Man, I thought I had it bad with Becca's shoe addiction but eff me.
Your wife's in here collecting eyeballs?
Chris said gagging.
Ben, I think we should go.
He called from the hole.
I'm getting nauseous.
All right.
I grabbed my duffel and shut the closet door on my new nightmare.
I stepped out into the hall and took a deep breath of air.
I could taste the raw on my tongue and I couldn't help but gag.
Who the eff lines up eyeballs in their closet like that?
Chris mumbled.
I tried to tell you she needed help.
I said, she doesn't need help Ben.
She needs an effing exorcist.
He said, you coming or what?
I can't smell the smell.
Any.
His words died in his throat and his eyes grew wide with fear.
I didn't ask him why I could feel it.
Someone was watching me and I didn't think it was the eyes in the closet.
I turned around.
My eyes slowly scanning the bedroom.
Shit.
I whispered as I finally saw what we'd missed.
Under the bed, curled on her side watching us with the excitement of a kid on Christmas
morning.
It was my wife.
She held her hands together just under her chin and they were shaking eagerly.
Now that she knew she'd been found, I could hear the quiet noses she was making.
A sort of hiccuping sound in her throat as if the excitement was just too much for her.
It was a nerving to say the least, wide eyes and that same huge smile.
Everything in me told me to run but I forced it away.
This is my wife.
No matter how twisted she was still the woman I married, I had to help her.
Lynn, I said softly.
She didn't respond but her head bobbed back and forth in two quick little movements as
if she were nodding.
Baby, I just want to help.
Okay.
Can you let me do that?
I asked.
I had taken a single step forward approaching her like some kind of dangerous animal.
I love you Lynn.
I said softly taking another step closer.
She let a tiny moan escape her wide open mouth and I had to resist the urge to run.
Her shoulders were starting to quiver and her eyes grew as large as saucers.
I crouched down so I could see her better and immediately saw the blood.
Her hands were covered in it.
They trembled the more the closer I got as if she was barely able to contain herself.
Lynn, are you hurt?
You're bleeding.
I said she bobbed her head again.
Her bloody fingers moving up and down as if playing an invisible piano.
They occasionally grazed her chin leaving smears of blood on her skin.
I wanted to recoil and dust disgust.
The smell that was coming off of her was revolting.
I could feel the vomit trying to climb up my throat.
Her lips were dry and stretched then blood sleeping between the crocs.
I knew she wouldn't come out on her own but I didn't want to leave her in the state she
was in.
I scooted closer and reached out to her.
The excited hiccuping sounds got louder and her hands shook fingers flexing.
It was then that I could see the blood oozing from in between the fingers.
Oh my gosh Lynn, you're bleeding.
I said instinctively I reached out to take her hand but before I could even touch her
hand, spraying out towards me a sharp pain shot through my arm and I fell back on my
ass.
My arm burned and I could see the blood dripping down onto the carpet.
I looked back at her in shock and saw her grinning madly, her fingers clutching a large
shard of glass.
You alright in there Chris-ass from behind me?
I turned my head slightly and nodded to him cradling my arm to my chest.
When I turned back to face Lynn I saw that her focus had shifted.
She wasn't looking at me anymore.
And she wasn't smiling anymore either.
She was staring past me, her eyes glaring at Chris the way a hungry lion might stare
at an antelope.
Her mouth was still hanging open but it was twisted into a snarl.
I got to my feet and began walking backwards down the hall, afraid to take my eyes off
her.
Are you bleeding Chris-ass?
The moment the words left his mouth Lynn started fast scooting out from under the bed.
The glass shard still in her fist.
Chris run goyalt!
He must have been too afraid to move because a moment later I felt my back bump into him.
He was still standing at the top of the stairs, staring at the horror that was my wife.
Lynn had crawled completely out from under the bed and stood in the bedroom doorway.
Her face twisted and raged.
Her whole body was visibly tense.
Blood ran down her fingers and onto the floor.
Lynn, Chris said, you what?
Playing hide and seek?
I reached back and pushed him towards the steps.
Move your ass Chris, as I said, as quietly but firmly as I could.
Lynn bobbed her head in fast sharp motions and began to grin, stretching her mouth open
wider and wider so that her chin seemed to touch her chest.
I heard Chris mutter a prayer and then he was running down the stairs.
I stood at the top of the steps, stuck between the love for a woman who clearly needed serious
help and self-preservation.
I only want to help, I said, choking back tears.
Her eyes focused on me once again as she slowly lifted the glass, holding it out in front
of her and then she started sprinting towards me, grinning with utter excitement.
Thankfully my body took over and I flew down the stairs, skipping two or three at a time.
I made it to the front door before I felt her leap onto my back, wrapping her arms around
my neck, her open mouth next to my ears so that I could hear those terrible, hiccuping
sounds up so close.
I shook her off me, knocking her to the floor.
I felt a searing pain in my back as she went but I tore open the front door and bolted
to my car.
Chris was standing in the front yard, talking on the phone with a police.
I didn't say a word, I just ran in my car and jumped in.
Chris took the hint and followed me, still online with 911.
I watched the rear-roomier, sure I'd see her there, running after us, but I never did.
I went straight to the ER, got 11 stitches in my arm and three on my back.
The police asked a lot of questions and went back to the house to do a search, but of course
Lynn wasn't there.
They advised me to stay with a friend or relative for a while and to file a restraining order
as soon as I could, but none of those things would matter.
Somehow I just knew.
I dropped Chris off at home and went to a motel an hour away.
I wanted to put as much distance between me and Lynn as I could.
This is where I'd been for the last four hours.
I thought maybe the police would find her, maybe they'd get her the help she desperately
needs, but now I don't think so.
Because 40 minutes ago I just got a text from an unknown number, just three words, I found
you.
The picture was attached, the picture was dark and grainy, but I instantly knew what
it was.
There was no mistaking my wife's eye.
I started typing this out immediately after, I don't know what to do, I'm alone and scared
and I can't help but feel that I'm being watched.
Whitney, where the hell did you find that?
Read it!
I swear!
Oh my gosh.
Okay, so let's start from the beginning.
He's married to this girl.
Yeah we know.
And she's fine.
And she's not a thief.
Let's talk about the mom.
That's something that I was very like, there was something there.
Well if she has the same problem.
Like she's crazy too.
Yeah, it's just like she's weird too.
No, I bet she's done it when she was younger or something.
I bet like weird stuff has happened like her growing up.
Because she did say get her help and he was like, I don't know what that meant.
Like what do you, I'm dying to hear your guys' thoughts.
Are you guys scared?
Oh, the whole time.
That was, that's like I'm gonna have nightmares for sure.
But then like if you pranked me like that even once.
On all fours after peeking on the floor of the action island.
I'm sorry, no.
And then going on all fours up the stairs and like moaning as you're doing it.
The fact that it was a moan, I couldn't get past that every single time.
Or like the hiccup.
No, it's like.
Like she lost her voice and she's just like.
Yeah, it's like she's totally possessed.
That's what it feels like.
Like Isaiah gets mad at me if I even like behind the door and I like, like, I don't
do that.
Yeah, no, yeah.
Don't scare each other.
Yes.
That's a rule.
We don't scare each other.
Joe's not allowed to scare me.
Oh.
I don't know if it's the same time where he scared me so bad.
He felt so bad.
He's I think I said, don't ever do that to me again.
And he never asked.
I was like playing music all loud outside and I was vacuuming and stuff and you were
going to come out of your room.
I was waiting for you to come out and as soon as you opened the door, it's like, wow.
And she's like started crying.
Like I just lost and like she's like slam the door.
It's like, oh, I messed up.
I messed up bad.
Yeah, I'm like full on.
I just think scared like I just think in your house getting scared.
It's not a good idea because it's like, what if I have something in my hand and I just
I'm going to hit you.
Yeah, like anything like if I have a huge if I have a freaking water bottle and you scare
me like I'm going to hit you.
It was posted three.
Okay.
So it was posted three years ago.
I would love an update.
That would be awesome.
Like, did the cops find?
There's no update.
He died right after he posted.
Oh my gosh.
Yeah, because he went to this hotel room and four hours later posted this whole thing.
She's there.
Here's the thing.
Okay.
Here's the thing about Lynn.
She might be she's the devil.
No, but in all honesty, whether it's like being possessed, whether it's really good
writing from somebody that's writing a novel, I don't really know.
All I know is if I was him and it's like the one that pushed me overboard was a while ago.
It was when she was in the trunk, when she was in the chest.
Are you reading comments right now?
Babe, I'm listening.
Oh, okay.
Well, when she was in the chest, that was you.
I'd be like, okay, like the show's over.
Yeah.
Everything's, this has been really funny.
You did a good job.
I'd be like, open the chest, come on out.
This is over.
You're done.
And I'm looking at you like, yeah, I'd be like, okay, I am absolutely terrified.
If we need to fight right now, we're going to fight.
I feel like by this point, you would have, you would have tackled me or something.
Well, no, because he just kept, he just kept going away from her.
He kept like running away.
Yeah.
And I get being scared.
Like I, like you could make a creepy face and I'd be like, okay, that's a little creepy.
But then I would, I would like turn a corner when I'm ready to be done with it.
Hold on.
I'm ready to be done with the joke.
I'd be like, okay, I know that you're being funny and that we like this, that kind of
stuff.
I'm over it now because you're freaking me out.
So if you want to keep taking it to the next level, let's, let's, yeah.
But there's a difference between like, you can just see it in someone when they're just
being like creepy and like they're like, they've lost their crap.
Like they're possessed.
And that's, that I feel like that's where as a, even a guy, you're going to be running
away because you're scared.
I've never been in a position where I could tell that somebody was possessed.
Like I would always just assume that if they're like putting on that creepy face, yeah, like,
okay, yeah, I get it.
You're creepy.
But like, I wouldn't be like, okay, I'm going to run away now.
Right.
Like I just, that's just not how it works for me.
Right.
Cause you've never experienced this.
You wouldn't know what you would actually do in that moment.
And I don't believe in them.
Yes.
I don't know.
I think I, what you're saying Whitney about it, just being like there's from like someone
joking and like this past joking, like the second time that it happened, like when she's
running on all fours up the bed and then it's just like asleep in the bed.
Like the shower too.
Oh, that's absolutely terrifying.
That was literally terrifying.
She's there.
She's wet makeup running.
And they just stand, they just stand there looking at each other for like multiple minutes.
Wasn't it?
He said like, yeah.
Like a minute, like moments shrunk together.
I would have grabbed your head and just right on the wall.
Like it's over.
Yeah.
No, no, no.
You mess with me in the shower.
That's like my safe spot.
It's over.
Your head is going into the shit like into the wall.
No, but honestly, I give permission at that point.
Like if, if I have scared you that many times and I am, it's like, I'm not just boo like
in the corner.
Like, wow, you know, it's full on creepy.
Like trying to be scared, like trying to be a weirdo.
But the thing is she's not even trying to be a weirdo.
She is.
She is like something is genuinely wrong.
The eyeballs.
Okay.
What did that start?
I literally like.
When did that start?
What switched in her to like start this?
But the thing is, so like she must have gotten those.
She literally got those in the last two days.
Yes.
Because he has been gone two days.
They're not rotting.
They're not like shriveled up and like they're fresh to an extent and like that's just like
what's the black mark.
How do you get?
She extracted them herself.
100%.
It's not even like you could get those from a dead animal because if they're dead, like
your eyes are your first thing to like rot out.
This sounds like the plot of a crazy, freaking movie.
I'd watch it.
It's like half us.
This is like, I like it's giving it to a T.
No, no, no, no.
Have you seen it?
The hiccuping like, no, no, no, no.
The way they look, babe.
The grandma just out of nowhere just starts going kind of cuckoo.
But it's only at night times.
She has sundowns.
Like, I'm just saying like that reminds me of like, but it's the, it's the peeping.
It all starts with like the, like the little like creep around corners.
Yeah.
That's weird.
So could you, well, I mean, that would be a good form of nightmares tonight.
Oh, they will.
That was scary.
And I be fake.
No, no, no, it's, I hope so.
I really hope so.
I don't think, I think chat GPT has a character limit.
So this is just from real scary stories.
Messed me up for years.
Anyone had anything similar.
I also posted this in a scary stories sub, but figured someone here may have some thoughts
as well.
Years ago, maybe 2006, 2007 ish, I took my girlfriend, now wife to the movies.
We were just out of high school.
We decided to see the exorcism of Emily Rose against her mother's advice.
We made it through half of the movie.
She wasn't enjoying it at all and neither was I.
We had out early and since we have some time left, we decided to head to the park next
to her house and just hang for a bit before I had to drop her off.
We park my truck.
I take the keys out of the ignition and set them in my lap.
A few seconds after this, the radio comes on and the LCD display is just showing some
weird symbols and there's a very deep voice coming from the speakers.
It was really loud and clear.
But the words it was saying weren't English and neither of us understood what it was saying.
We proceeded to jump out of the truck, kinda freaked out.
After the scary movie, we were very uneasy and this was just over the top.
When we hopped out, the radio shut off and the voice stopped.
After a few minutes, we decided we should head to her house now.
She lived less than a block so we spent over there.
Once there, I had the strangest feeling like someone was right behind me or watching me.
I was really scared at this point.
It was just so odd.
I called my mom, told her that I couldn't explain now but I wouldn't be home tonight
and I would tell her more in the morning.
No way I was driving that truck home alone in the dark.
We sat there for a while with her family and I asked her mom if I could stay the night
there.
And her dad said I could share a room with her brother.
Fast forward to when we were going to sleep, her brother gave me the bed and slept on the
floor facing away from me towards the door.
After a bit, sitting there, propped up on my elbow facing the door, all of a sudden it
got very cold and I couldn't move or talk.
Into the doorway walks a silhouetted figure that was black like smoke with solid white
eyes and appeared to have dreadlocks and high ponytail.
It stood in the doorway for what seemed like forever, staring straight into my eyes and
then turned and walked into the bathroom.
As soon as it leaves the door, I can move again.
So I have to know if it's in the bathroom at this point.
I nervously get up and get out of bed.
Her brother startles me by saying what are you doing?
And I said I have to go to the bathroom.
Nothing was there.
Since in that movie, the weird stuff always happened at 3.30am for the next 4 years or
so almost every night I woke up at 3.30am with the same someone watching me feeling.
I chalked it up to sleep paralysis and a weird tech glitch and the rest of me being paranoid
and anxious about it.
I told all my friends over the years and about 2 years ago decided to tell my brother in
the morning.
He was dumbfounded when I told him and said that he remembers that night very clearly
because he was frozen and saw the same thing.
So what the heck?
Anyone have anything similar?
I actually know someone that has something similar.
Really?
On my mission, there was a member that served his mission in South Africa and there was
a certain place that missionaries lived.
Every time a new missionary, there was four missionaries in this one place, every time
a new missionary would come, the missionaries that were there before weren't allowed to
say anything.
The mission president told them.
And what would happen is that at 2.55am all the missionaries would wake up at the same
time.
Not for no reason, but they would just be wide awake right away and then after a few
minutes they'd be able to go back to bed.
And he said that every missionary that would go there and he said he was there for like
six months.
And for those six months, at the same time every morning he would wake up and all the
missionaries would wake up.
Wait for the six, like it wasn't just like the first time?
Yeah, no, it was like a thing that's been happening.
The mission president knew about it.
His first night there, he woke up at 2.55am and like oh no, it happened like two days
in a row and he was like what the heck.
So finally he said something to the missionaries that were there before that have been there
and they were like yeah we were waiting for you to say something but we wake up at the
same time.
Bro, no, God.
I'd be out of there so fast.
I would be like mission president please get me out of here.
Yeah, I remember him telling me that and me and other missionaries were like so creeped
out.
Yeah.
The evil spirit leaves after about five minutes and you can just go back to sleep.
It's going to happen every night that you're there but it's fine.
It's only five minutes left to sleep.
They should have like gotten a different apartment.
Oh my gosh.
Yeah, I mean whoever was haunting that, that's crazy.
I have a story about that movie.
I've told you this before.
I've never seen it.
What movie?
It's awful.
Exorcism of Emily Rose.
Oh yeah, Joe has a story.
This is gnarly.
It's very fast.
When I was in like ninth grade I saw this, I saw that movie at a house party.
Like we all went there, we're chilling, eating chips and dip and yeah everything.
Like it was like a big party.
There's tons of people there.
So I ate something at that party that made me super sick and I like obviously I didn't
know at the time.
We were just chilling, we all watched the movie.
It is, it's horrible.
It's not a good movie.
It's just dark.
So whatever.
We slept at my dad's girlfriend's house that night and I had two buddies with me.
She had these big love sacks so we each slept on a love sack.
When I woke up I don't know what time it was, probably 3.30 in the morning because that
would have fit but I don't know what time it was.
Eyes open and I'm like oh shiz I'm gonna puke.
Like I'm going to yak everywhere.
And I was like should I get up?
Like if I get up it's gonna be everywhere.
And as soon as I did I like stood up and projectile.
Like not to be gross, not to be too graphic but like think of the noises right?
Like it's when it's like...
Ew.
Okay the reason that's significant is because both of my buddies were having nightmares about
the movie so the noise they both were like...
Oh no.
They were losing it and the one was like dude I was legitimately having a nightmare.
I'm gonna be traumatized.
That's terrible.
It was horrible.
Not just because of the movie but like it was such a mess and I literally went upstairs
and like woke my dad and his girlfriend up and I'm like I just puked everywhere.
You're fresh when you're like oh they'll help me dad.
I can't do that.
What do I do?
Did you clean it up?
No my dad's girlfriend ran downstairs and helped me clean it up.
She was a saint.
That was nice.
She helped me clean it all up.
It was on her love sack.
It was on the floor.
It was everywhere.
And then the carpet.
It happened two more times that night.
I've never been so sick in my life but the next two times I was able to make it to the
scene.
The scene.
Was it you?
That was a bit of a toilet?
No the disposal.
Oh.
Hey if you guys want to know.
Yeah like a bathroom sink.
Oh yeah no no no.
It was a kitchen sink.
It was a kitchenette like a rental part of her house.
Oh my gosh.
I was taking a nap.
It was during lunch and I was taking a nap and the door was wide open to our room and
elder raider was my mission and he was making food and all of a sudden this is just like
a just brief.
Like I was dreaming of I was like having like a nightmare.
And in the nightmare the door like slammed shut to our room like hard just slammed and
then I just like in the dream I remember like something coming over top of me.
And like I couldn't breathe I couldn't move and I just remember like screaming and like
trying to yell for him and I couldn't.
And I just like just felt all this darkness and could just see darkness and then I just
couldn't do anything and then finally I was able to like yeah like yell finally and then
I like wake up or whatever and I like get out of bed and I'm like open the door and
like walk out and I like talk to raider was like bro I just had the worst dream and he
was like what happened I was like well the like door like slammed shut and I'm like
this like thing was holding me down he was like dude I heard the door like slam shut.
He's like I thought it was you.
He's like I thought you were like mad or something or like was mad like you could hear me out
here in your piss because you're trying to take a nap.
And I was like yeah that thing literally slammed the door shut and got on top of you bro.
Isn't this creepiest thing ever.
Oh that's so creepy.
Oh I was so.
I remember he told me that and I was just like oh just a while.
We called out yeah we called right away.
We're like what do we do.
The title is black hair.
I hate it already.
Lynn.
I've lived in the same house for over 12 years before I moved out.
It was an innocent vintage house that laid atop a hill.
We had a maid that usually cleaned our house once a month.
She was nice and we were close with her.
We were quite surprised when she said she was quitting.
We kept asking her why but she wouldn't tell us saying that she wasn't comfortable with
telling us.
We were beyond confused.
After lots of begging she finally told us what made her want to quit.
She said that while she was cleaning the house she saw a girl in a white dress with long
black hair that covered her face.
We all had dirty blonde hair and we weren't home at the time she was cleaning the house.
We were super freaked.
That night when I was in bed it suddenly got cold.
I hugged the nearest pillow next to me and prayed that it would keep me warm.
That morning I woke up and found a long black block of hair in my bed.
The pillow I was hugging was on the opposite side of the room.
My siblings pranked me a lot so I automatically assumed that they were messing with me.
So I ran downstairs into the rooms and told them that it wasn't funny.
They denied it but I didn't believe them.
That was until they told me that they weren't home last night and just got back this morning.
They were both out of sleep over with their friends.
I knew my parents wouldn't do this so I immediately was freaked out.
Since that moment everyone refused to sleep over claiming that they would see a girl of
the exact description of our maid.
Everyone refused to sleep over claiming that they would see a girl of the exact description
of our maid staring at them.
I would keep waking up with strands of hair in my bed.
It got so bad to the point where I started sleeping in my parents room.
We moved out now but I soon found out that way back a serial killer lived in our house
buried his victims under his house and that he preferred little girls.
This still freaks me out till this day.
It shouldn't be disclosed to the homeowners.
But it wasn't his house, it was his parents house.
So he wouldn't have known.
His parents were like that's fine bro we got a discount on the house.
Would you do that?
Absolutely not.
A beautiful mansion and you could afford it.
It's like the one in Torion, the murder house.
Oh yeah.
Is it for sale or did somebody buy it?
I think it's always up for sale.
People come and go.
Yeah I don't know actually.
I don't think anyone lives in it.
I don't think people own it right now.
Oh how can you buy it?
I would because.
Do you know about the Torion murder?
Yeah he told me the whole story I think that's lit.
Joe.
I mean like it's just crazy that it happened there.
I would buy it.
I don't know.
That's crazy.
Okay but so what do you think is going on with this kid?
Why is there long black hairs in his bed?
That's nuts.
What do you think it is?
Can a ghost even do that?
Leave like physical.
Yeah I probably plucked it off of one of the dead bodies under the foundation and just
brought it right up.
Yeah.
I don't know.
Just hair.
Hey.
Dysintegrate or anything.
This reminds me of another story.
Yeah I think it, it, it, there's a way.
Yeah.
No it doesn't.
Hair?
It'll stay forever.
Keep growing.
Not on a dead body.
No.
Hair?
Hair does not last.
Hair grows.
Hair will deteriorate just like skin.
Just like.
So a person that's buried for 5000 years how long is their hair now?
No it's just, that's just a skeleton at that point.
It's, yeah the hair.
But it lasts longer.
It lasts longer than like skin.
Yeah.
Than like blood and stuff.
Cause it's just dead cells.
I know.
How long does it take for your hair to just like, what does it do?
Just like crumble like sand?
Well isn't there times where like people will find in the last thing they'll have is like
they can like still look at their fingernails?
No they, they can like, get like an DNA under their feet.
Yeah that's different.
And that's like me, that's like soon after.
You guys don't hear one of the comments?
Yeah.
Dogshit story not exciting.
Oh jeez.
Brutal.
It's just like I've heard way better.
I've heard Whitney's story.
I've heard Whitney's story and this is nothing.
I know good.
That would freak me out like every night being like where is this long black hair coming
from?
That's Joseph.
Yeah but it only happened once to Craig.
No he said it kept happening.
He said it happened a few times.
So it was parents.
Good listening Joe.
Put me on last night on there.
I find your long hairs everywhere.
Like I'll be like at the gym and like pull my phone out of my pocket and now it comes
like a just one long string of hair where I'm like it is not stopping.
That's when you find out how long like hair actually is.
Oh you guys well we hope here at Intermitt frenzy that you guys have the best most spookiest
Halloween this year.
Who was the fake?
Oh.
I think it's Whitney.
You think it's me?
I think it might be Joe.
I think it could be either.
Wait.
I think it legitimately could have been any one of us.
Honestly.
I think it's Joe.
Because they all sounded fake.
One of the four of us got their story on chat GPT so I just want to know who that was.
Yeah.
I'm dying to know.
Please let us know next week as we reveal who the fake was of this episode.
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