Welcome back Internet frenzy. How we doing this
week is rare rare solo episode from your boy
It's officially October. So welcome. Welcome
to October one and all we're gonna bring the
spooky vibes this week But I'm just gonna jump
right into it since I'm by myself. This episode
is called trick or truth So be ready for some
spooky I'm telling you, some of these stories
today are their sketch. Before I jump into it,
quick recap. Last week was summer's wildest Reddit
stories. And with summer's wildest Reddit stories,
we have the fiance who got scammed and tried
to cover it up. We have the best friend's boyfriend
cause snooping for nudes. We have the heartbreaking
secret of the man dying should he tell his best
friend. And then we have the TikToker who kept
filming strangers at the gym without consent.
Which one do you guys think is the fake? Some
of you chimed in. A lot of you chimed in on social
media. And if you guessed that it was the friend's
boyfriend snooping for nudes, you would be correct.
Give yourself a pat on the back if you got it
right. I don't know if any of you are getting
any any good at this. If you are, good for you.
The objective is for you to find out which one
of these stories is fake written by Chad GPT.
You're going to wish all of them were fake, but
they're not. So buckle the frick up. Welcome
to October. Prepare to be scared. And we jumping
in. I want to start with one this one's not necessarily
a Halloween story but a little today I effed
up and a little bit scary so just kind of ease
our way into it this one says today I effed up
by finishing a bottle of wine Last night, my
friend 28M and I, 27F, had dinner with our coworker
and his wife, 35M and F. We'd been making up
excuses to not do so for a while and must have
finally ran out. My coworker is a nice guy, but
is very overshary about his very hot and cold
relationship with his wife who we had never met.
And we didn't really want the office dinner party
episode situation, so we decided to just do it.
I want to preface this by saying even though
this was a weird and bad experience and they
are not a good couple, at no point did we get
DV vibes and I grew up in a DV household so I'm
sensitive to it. So we get to their apartment
which is very small and dingy and not a great
area of town. We were surprised by this because
we all make pretty good money and know his wife
does as well. We knock on the door and hear his
wife saying something like, did you invite people
over? So we're not off to a great start. He lets
us in and his wife immediately says, I'm making
pasta but my husband didn't tell me to cook for
four. We say that's fine and introduce ourselves.
My coworker says, so her husband, don't believe
anything she says, it was on the calendar. And
his wife says we don't have a calendar. What?
We offer to leave and come back another time,
crossing her fingers that they'll say yes and
somehow they both tell us to stay and that it
just won't be a dinner party but we can grab
anything we want from the fridge. My friend and
I end up splitting a bagged salad and ask where
the cups are so we can get some water. I would
leave. Coworker's wife says, I feel bad for not
cooking for everyone. I have some of a bottle
of really great wine left. You two can split
that if you want. We agree and she brings out
the bottle and puts it on the table. There's
probably less than one glass of wine left in
the bottle. My friend and I finished the bottle.
My coworker has just been smoking outside so
he's not even in the room and his wife goes back
to finish cooking the pasta. My friend and I
sit on the couch for close to 30 minutes. Our
coworker isn't back inside yet and his wife is
still somehow in the other room. Definitely finished
the wine at this point. Finally, the coworker
comes back in, goes straight to the kitchen and
asks his wife, have you been hiding in here the
whole time? His wife says, they don't like me.
Finally gets her to come back and she has an
empty wine glass. She goes to pour herself some
of the wine from the bottle that was nearly empty
when she told us to split it and realizes it's
empty. She says, did you finish this? And we're
stunned and say, yes. She says, oh, I didn't
realize you thought you could finish it. And
because we're both very apologetic people, we
start apologizing profusely. Ugh. She looks at
her husband, rolls her eyes, and says, this is
the last time you bring people like this into
my house, and then leaves. He tells us she's
going to bed and that we really upset her, and
then follows her to, I assume, their room. When
he finally comes back, we tell him we really
need to get going, and he starts crying and asks
us to please play Mario Kart with him for a little
because he's really upset. We feel bad for him
and do that for a while and then finally get
to leave. So this morning at work, my coworker
comes up to me and says, I have bad news. My
wife is divorcing me. Even though I really, really
think that's a good idea, I'm shocked and sad
for him. He tells me my wife told me to tell
you that now you can have me all to yourself,
which is crazy because I'm a lesbian, which he
knows. He says that he told his wife I'm a lesbian
and she accused him of making it up and accused
me through him. of finishing her wine because
I knew it would be the last straw for her and
would get her to leave him. This lady is freaking
crazy. I'm like, okay, I really can't deal with
this and I have to get back to work. I also tell
our HR person about it because I'm worried about
him, but also not interested in being involved
with this. And then the TLDR is today I was accused
of getting my coworker's wife to divorce him
by finishing the bottle of wine she told me I
could finish, which was the last straw for her
relationship. You've gotta be kidding me. What
is worse than going over to somebody's house
and feeling uncomfortable and everybody tries
to be hospitable, you know, the host will be
like, oh, do you want this to drink? Do you want
this to drink? I don't know about you guys, but
for me, somebody's like, hey, do you want a Diet
Coke? I love Diet Coke, but the first thing I'm
gonna say is like, oh, I'm good. Like, no, you
don't have to give me a drink. This host lady,
okay, you're here. You're not supposed to be
here. I didn't make enough spaghetti for you,
but I have this bottle of wine. You can have
it if you want. You guys can finish it off. And
OP is like, cool. There's enough for one glass
of wine for her and her other coworker to split.
That's the nail that broke the camel's, or that's
the straw that broke the camel's back. Somehow
the host leaves her husband. What's worse than
being in somebody's house that you don't feel
welcome in? It's hard enough to accept somebody
being a gracious host, but then they're like,
oh yeah, no, you weren't supposed to have all
of that, that last swig. Somebody commented,
those people sound like a couple of aliens pretending
to be human. I hope HR is on your side with this
situation. Of course, I'm sure HR is on OP's
side. Somebody else says, don't blame yourselves,
the relationship had already ended before you
walked into that house. Of course it did. So
that's a scary situation, but for different reasons.
Now that we got that one out of the way, we're
just gonna move on. The rest of the stories come
from the subreddit, creepyencounters. This is
what you came for. Three months ago, I can't
shake the feeling something bad could have happened
to me with the customer that was a favorite in
our store. IF31 was alone at work the other night
when a customer, male, came walking in through
our back door. I thought it was strange, but
let it go and helped him with his purchase and
we chit chatted. He's a regular customer I get
along with. He goes to leave and asked me if
I wanted him to make sure the door he came through
was actually closed this time and I said yes
please. So he leaves and I hear the door open
and close loudly two times as if he was ensuring
me he was slamming it closed. I called my boyfriend
and put him on speaker to let him know I was
going to be later than usual due to the last
minute customer. We are talking when all of a
sudden the same customer I thought had left comes
around the corner from our back room to ask me
a follow up question about something really trivial.
I thought he had left. I have no idea what he
was doing back there between the two door slams
I heard and me talking on the phone, but he must
have been just standing back there for whatever
reason. After that, I could not shake the feeling
that something bad could have happened to me.
80 % of my brain is telling me I'm overreacting.
That man wouldn't do nothing to me. Then the
other 20 % just can't stop wondering what the
F all that was about and I am creeped out. Bruh.
It could not have been good. That's so sketchy.
Little Update says, I did tell my boss the next
day about it. She had me go pick up a doorbell
from the nearest Lowe's so our delivery drivers
can ring it for deliveries because our back door
is staying locked from now on. My boss wanted
to say something to him the next time he comes
in, but I told her for us to just let it go.
We've prevented it from happening again. My ASM
wants to tell him about himself and how he needs
to be more self aware and a lot less comfortable
around there. Thank you everyone for validating
that small voice inside me. It was absolutely
not okay with what happened. Part I can't get
past is the pretending to slam the door closed
and what may have happened had I just walked
back there all willy -nilly. No, I've seen way
too many episodes of I survived of 2020. If it
doesn't feel right, it's probably not right.
The fact that the dude was still there, he like
slams the door all hard two times. and it's just
hiding out in the shadows back there. I'm glad
that OP called her boyfriend on speakerphone.
I think that's what prevented something from
happening if it was going to happen. Let's find
a good comment to read. Oh, weird. Somebody's
saying exactly what I just said. I think something
was absolutely going to happen and the only thing
that stopped it was you being on the phone with
your boyfriend and mentioning the late customer.
He couldn't just leave because then you'd hear
the door a third time, so he had to make some
excuse, a random question, to come back up and
acknowledge that he was still there to try to
play it off. But you're right to wonder what
WTF he was doing waiting in the back after having
pretended to leave. Have you come up with a reasonable
non -creepy answer because I can't? Yeah, exactly.
There's not another explanation. Somebody else
says, I don't blame you. That's so crazy and
appropriate. It's not even funny. It's like he
wanted to trick you into thinking he left and
the door was locked and you were safe when he
had been there the whole time. I hope you speak
to your manager about this and no longer stay
alone to close because if he wants to get you
alone... it could just use the front door. So
best not to be in this predicament in the first
place. If this dude really is a creep and he
wants to get OP alone, he doesn't have to sneak
in the back door. If she's working by herself,
she's by herself. He could be the last customer
in and she's still there by herself. So maybe
we need to address the closing rules. Maybe people
aren't allowed to close in retail by themselves
anymore. Seems reasonable to me, but I don't
even have to deal with these types of things.
The next story, we're going to move it right
along. Weird lady keeps showing up at my door
in the middle of the night. Not sure what to
make of this but it's been weird as hell. Last
week my ring camera picked up a woman standing
on my porch around 2 30 in the morning. She didn't
knock or say anything just stood there for maybe
20 seconds looking at the door then left. I figured
she was drunk or at the wrong house so I didn't
think much of it. A couple nights later same
thing around 1 am this time same woman different
clothes. She stood there again facing the door
didn't touch anything and then just walked off.
She didn't look homeless or messed up or anything,
just normal mid 40s maybe. I saved the clips
because it was getting weird, but she hadn't
done anything illegal so I just left it alone.
Then early this morning I got up to use the bathroom.
While I was in there I noticed my phone light
up on the nightstand through the doorway. When
I finished I checked it and saw it was another
ring alert. Same woman, third time in a week.
I went straight to the front door and opened
it. She jumped like she wasn't expecting anyone
to actually answer. Up close, she looked totally
normal. Clean clothes, hair brushed, calm voice.
I asked if she needed help or what she was doing
and she goes, you weren't supposed to answer
yet. I said, you've come here three times now.
What do you mean? She got this weird panic look
and said, I was trying to stop the curse, but
you ruined it. Then turned to leave. Maybe it
was just because it was creepy and like three
in the morning. but she didn't just walk away,
she started running. And not like a morning jog
or something, picture a haunted scary movie run,
arm stiff, jerky, it was just off. I don't even
have the right words, but the way she ran freaked
me out way worse than whatever she said about
the curse. I didn't follow her, just stood there
watching until she was out of sight. I couldn't
fall back asleep for the life of me and watched
the clip multiple times, just not knowing what
the hell to make of it. Ended up filing a report
with the cops just to have it documented, but
they didn't seem too concerned since she never
tried to get in. Haven't seen her since, but
I've been checking the camera more than usual
at night. What? I told Whit I don't even want
to get a ring doorbell for our door because I
can't imagine the weird things we would see on
that doorbell camera. This lady just showing
up. She's not like touching anything. She's not
tripping on drugs. She seems like a normal well
put together. Lady in her 40s. Just facing his
door and doing nothing for 15 or 20 seconds And
then she dips three times in a week That is so
bizarre. Here's a couple comments first one says
that curse line would have had me sleeping in
a hotel for a week any chance of some kind of
mental health thing and she's off her meds and
OP responded to it and he said Yeah, that's what
I'm hoping honestly. She didn't look out of it.
But the way she talked seemed kind of rehearsed
Like she's been saying it to herself for a while.
I don't know. Another person said, you should
post the ring footage. Blur her face. I swear
this sounds like something from a next door post
in my town last year. OP said, thought about
it, but the video is dark and mostly just her
silhouette. You can hear her say something right
before I open the door though. Still can't tell
what it is. Okay, this is the last one. Bro,
that haunted movie run line gave me the chills.
Once you see someone move weird like that, it
sticks with you. That's so true. I just pictured
like, Like the walking dead or something like
that. Yeah, I would not like that at all He responded
and said the running is what messed me up the
most everything else I could rationalize but
that run didn't look right at all. Hopefully
she broke the curse on homie cuz She she got
that crazy run curse our last story of the episode
and I'm scared I'm gonna shit my pants I got
a knock on the door in the middle of the night
staying at a cabin in the woods True story a
few years ago. I had had an extremely stressful
week at work So I decided to book a cabin on
Airbnb very last minute for the same night on
a Friday. Me and my dog packed up and I drove
up there about an hour and a half away. I stopped
on the way and got a bottle of wine in a town
about 20 minutes from the cabin. Then I went
and got food at a restaurant down the road. It
was very small town vibes. I got to the cabin
around 745, just enough light out to start a
fire, which I did. Cabin was down a gravel road
that was about a five minute drive from the main
road. It was pretty secluded feeling. Even though
in comparison to some actually secluded spots,
this was only about 20 minutes from like a gas
station. There was no cell service near the cabin.
It stopped a minute down the road in. I didn't
mind that because it was nice to decompress.
That's real camping. You can't have your phone
functional if you're actually like trying to
get away. The reviews of the place were all great.
It had electricity and a clean updated bathroom.
Microwave and fridge, nothing fancy but clean.
It had a nice front porch to sit on and there
was windows on every wall of the building to
see out into the woods around it. The driveway
came up from the back side of the cabin, stopped
completely alongside the right. We sat around
the fire until about 11, 1130. I put it out and
I go inside, in bed with the dog, just putzing
on my phone. The dog keeps becoming alert to
noises outside, but I took it as it was the woods
doing their thing. About 45 minutes into laying
in bed, I heard a light knock at the door. door.
To say I was effing terrified is an understatement.
My heart effing dropped into my gut. I didn't
answer and I heard a light knock again about
30 seconds later. Now I was wondering if something
is like wrong with the Airbnb and because there's
no cell service the owner can't get to me? Did
I notice the place was on fire? I don't know.
In this scenario it all sort of runs through
your head fast. The door was solid and locked,
but there was a window to the right of it on
the porch. I turned the porch light on and peeked
my head in the window and a guy was standing
there. He didn't seem scary necessarily. He may
have been drunk, but he wasn't like smashing
down the door or screaming. He immediately saw
me. The windows were like old and shitty so I
could tell he'd be able to hear me even though
it was closed. I said, what do you want? And
he notioned his head towards the door to come
into the cabin. I said, why? With an attitude
now because who the f is this guy he says for
sex Now in my mind I'm like what I told him this
is highly inappropriate and you need to leave
right now I have a GPS cell phone will call the
police immediately If I was alone in the woods
with my dog and a guy knocked on my door and
said it was for sex as a Heterosexual male I
would have I would have said something very different
Not this is highly inappropriate, but threats
would have been made. I have a GPS cell phone.
That's so funny. I didn't have a GPS phone, but
I've always been a fast thinker. I hoped it would
scare him off. He quickly turned around and left
off the porch. The cabin was mostly one open
room. I quickly laid down in the bed, heart pounding.
I didn't know if he was going to go get a gun,
something to break in with. Directly across the
bed from me is the window that looks out into
the driveway. I can see the running lights that
turn on when your car doesn't have the lights
actually on. I could see them backing up. I laid
in bed in fear for about three to four minutes,
honestly thinking of stuff I had to use as a
weapon. I had rubbing alcohol and a lighter right
there on my bedside table. My plan was if he
got in somehow to light him on fire. I got up
after a few minutes and went and pushed a dresser
and chair in front of the door. The cabin was
elevated so I wasn't terribly worried about the
windows except the one on the porch. I laid back
down in bed, lights off, terrified and wide awake
until the sun came up. He never came back. I
packed up and left as soon as it was bright enough
and messaged the Airbnb owner as soon as I got
cell service. They said that nothing like that
had ever happened and they offered to help me
file a police report. I didn't because I live
far away and I think it was a one -off thing.
Questions to this day for me are how did he know
I was there? All I can think is he followed me
from the small town I'd stopped in about 20 minutes
away. I am a gay man and I'm not necessarily
feminine presenting, but if you have the eye
you can tell. I'm assuming the locals must know
there's an Airbnb there too? And question number
two is how did he manage to get his car, looks
like truck headlights, down that road quietly
and with no lights on? Did he push it the last
bit of way? Did I really not notice the running
lights it was pretty quiet except for the woodland
noises I didn't hear anyone pull up or walk up.
What do you guys think? First of all, how do
you know I was there? Apparently this dude had
had the gaydar Because I mean he must have known
at my mind first went to like I Don't really
know I can't claim to fully understand the ins
and outs but Is this particular Airbnb? Does
it have like styling that appeals to gay men?
Is it like in an area of the world where there's
more of them? Pretty bold for a dude to knock
on the door, see another dude look through the
window. He's like, I'm here to bone you. Really?
Me? You got another thing coming. Then again,
I'm not camping with my dog in a cabin. secluded
in the woods. When it talks about the heart pounding,
I legit, I felt that. As soon as you're in a
position where you don't know, like you feel
like there might be a threat, it is, it's so
fast, that adrenaline is just like, boom, boom.
Whoops, sorry, I hit the mic. Boom, boom, boom,
boom, boom, boom. Heart pounding. I remember
there was a time where we were upstairs just
starting to doze off and all of a sudden there
was this crash, this such a loud noise that Just
like clattering all of a sudden and we do own
self -protection but in this case I didn't either
didn't think to grab it or I Maybe we didn't
own it yet. I think we didn't have the gun You
know what? Yeah, but I've had a bat by my bedside
forever. So loud noise happens downstairs I grab
the bat and I'm hustling down the stairs and
it's like that fight -or -flight mode, but I'm
thinking fight I'm thinking I have to take a
swing at someone that's in my house right now.
Like I have to knock somebody's block off. That's
a terrifying feeling. And when I rounded the
corner, I didn't slow down. I didn't like, I
don't know if he would have heard me just like
galloping down the stairs, but I round into the
kitchen and flip the light on. And there's my
freaking 75 pound golden doodle. And we had left
a pan of cinnamon rolls on the Stovetop and this
fool jumped up on the counter put his paws on
the counter and Slid the pan off the counter.
So what we heard the clattering was the pan hitting
the ground and Him scurrying around and we were
half asleep. We didn't know what the heck was
going on. That's as much as I could relate I've
never been in a cabin in the woods and heard
slight knocking but that is terrifying The second
question that he asks is how did he manage to
get his car down the road quietly and with no
lights on that part is sketchy like He coast
in i'd have to see the scene to understand it
better i'm guessing op It was pretty late. Maybe
op was just kind of dozing off didn't know it
and the dude pulled up on him Somebody said it's
an airbnb Could be he's met other persons there
in the past for hookups. Maybe he was hoping
you were similarly inclined That cabin may even
have a reputation for such activities." And he
said, my thoughts exactly. This wouldn't be a
one -off just stating he was there for sex like
the person there should already know the drill.
I don't get that. How is that even a thing? That
like some thing you toggle on Airbnb now? I haven't
booked an Airbnb in a while. Somebody said, holy
shit, that's truly terrifying. I'm glad you and
your dog were okay. Hopefully he was just drunk.
Not that it excuses it, but I doubt it. The fact
that he was lightly knocking at the door freaks
me out. It's like you wanted to test if you could
even hear it which you wouldn't have if you were
sleeping I wonder if you would have tried to
get in had you not come to the door Usually people
who do stuff like that are trying to rob the
place or worse Okay, this is great. I'm gonna
end with this comment. Somebody says it's the
bottle of wine You're male. You're not local.
You drove in with the dog Normally, you'd be
a couple arriving from out of town buying a bottle
of wine traveling with the dog or a man with
a dog buying beer who looked like you were taking
the weekend to hunt and fish. So valid. Makes
so much sense. A man alone is a mystery. A man
alone with his dog is a curiosity without gear.
But then you buy a bottle of wine. So in a small
town that's more blue collar, you're likely gay
by or down low signaling. Then he follows you,
sees where you're going, an Airbnb, so you're
there briefly, nobody else shows, no woman in
her own car, no affair partner, no male partner.
You're completely alone. I think he gets drunk
so he can get his courage up because he's closeted
and there's no LGBTQ scene where he lives and
goes back out to see if he can hook up. Not smooth,
maybe it's worked before. Obviously you deserve
better. I think maybe what's scary is the way
he must be living his life. Sorry that happened
to you. Somebody replied to that. We have a regular
Sherlock Holmes here. Great write up, very logical.
I'm impressed. You guys heard me just riff on
that. I don't freaking know how a guy would find
a gay guy in a small town in the woods in a cabin.
No service. I thought maybe he could signal it
on Airbnb or something. But what that commenter
just said makes way more sense. Way more sense.
Those are those are my stories. You guys, which
one do you think is fake? Happy October. Which
is going to be back on next week's episode. I
can't remember if we have guests on or not. We're
going to be well into October by the time this
episode drops. Halloween is one of our favorite.
Holidays around here. We got all the decorations.
It's time to get spooked You guys have any fun
scary stories that you want us to read on the
podcast Send them in email us internet frenzy
at gmail .com Thank you guys for tuning in to
another episode. I hope you sleep I don't know
if I'll be able to but we will see you next week
and again hit us up on social Let us know which
one you think is the fake. Thanks for listening.
I'm not doing the cheer Okay, I don't know if
she did that on her solo episode. I'm not doing
it. We'll see you guys next week Click no pretending