Welcome back to Internet Frenzy. Welcome back,
guys. I'm Whitney. And I'm Joe. And this is Internet
Frenzy. And we're happy to be back. My welcome
back was actually it was for them, but it was
also for you. Welcome back to the podcast. Thank
you so much. Yeah, it's actually really funny
because Joe had a individual solo epi solo. There
we go. Solo episode last week. And someone commented,
one, Joe accidentally posted the raw audio. I
was going to say this. It was so bad. So he posted
the raw audio. It was 17 of you that listened
to it. And I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry for whatever
it said. We corrected it after a little. Yeah,
only 17 people at that time had heard it because
we had like uploaded it for probably like an
hour and a half. And Joe text me and he was like,
look at this. No, you text me a screenshot of
a comment. And I love whoever this was. She was
like, this episode was a mess. We need Morgan
back. It's welcome back Morgan. I'm Morgan now.
Yes, my name is Whitney, but thank you. Thank
you for missing me Yeah, I was like that one
time one time I do a solo episode and though
somebody comments and is like go home, bro So
then he so then he was like, oh man did my episode
suck and he goes to click and listen to it He
posted the raw audio. So, of course, it's gonna
suck The first like two minutes is silence. He
hasn't even talked yet. It's true. We're guests
for guys now We're back the way we should be
and he posted the legit the edited audio now
So if you want to listen to the episode of last
week, Joe's soul episode go for it. It's really
good once it's edited so and just quick recap
for those of you that did listen to it the fake
story Was a story about the ring doorbell the
lady visiting OP in the middle of the night multiple
times. That one was so creepy, like the way she
was running. Listen, I had to get it out of my
brain because I just like had it in there. So
hope you guys enjoyed that. If you got it right,
good for you. I knew it was that one because
we just got a ring camera. So I was like, I could
tell. I was like, yeah, that's fresh on your
mind. And I even talked about it in that episode.
Like we I resisted getting a ring camera for
the longest time because I didn't want to see
who was on my porch at any given time. Yeah.
But it's fine. We got one because we needed to
get with the times. Yep. Exactly. But we're we're
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week's episode, shall we? Both of my stories
this week are coming from the subreddit creepy
encounters Buckle up you're gonna crap your pants
This one is titled creepy babysitting experience.
Oh Babysitting stories get me. I also have a
babysitting story. Stop it. Yeah, it's so creepy.
Okay, I'm ready. All right Honestly, to this
day, this is one of the creepiest situations
I think I've ever been in. When I was 15 or 16,
I used to babysit for a family with two kids.
They lived in an apartment complex and would
ride their bikes around in the parking lot. One
time we were out there playing when one of their
neighbors started talking to me. I didn't want
to be rude to the family's neighbor, so I chatted
with him. He was asking me about school, if I
was into sports, specifically if I was a runner
because I had, quote, amazing legs. Oh, wow.
Looking back, this obviously should have raised
about a million red flags for me. Unfortunately,
I was pretty desensitized to being objectified
by middle -aged men, so I didn't think much of
it. That's sad. But I was definitely tired of
talking to this guy while I was trying to wrangle
two toddlers, so I took them inside for lunch.
Being a young fool, I didn't lock the door. We
were sitting at the table eating lunch when the
door opens, and lo and behold, in walks Mr. Legs.
He closes and locks the door behind him. Finally,
I start thinking, hmm, this is weird. I don't
remember much about our interaction other than
him saying he was there to get to know me better.
I knew I had to get him right back out that door.
I have no idea what I said to him, but it worked.
He left and I learned from my mistake and locked
the door behind him. I was deeply unsettled,
but blamed myself for the whole thing. I was
so embarrassed that I hadn't locked the door
when we came inside. Rookie move. The parents
came home and I left, but I couldn't shake the
heebie -jeebies. So I told my mom about it. Obviously
she was immediately like, what the F, we need
to tell the parents about this. Yeah. So she
called them and they called the police. Turns
out this neighbor was on the run and wanted by
the police. Or for our word, needless to say,
I am now obsessive about locking my doors. Oh
my gosh. This girl. And she had two kids with
her. Two kids. Two little kids. This guy was
on the run from police at the time and somehow
she got him to leave. There had to be a million
things that went right for her to be spared.
Guys, we've been binge watching the series. We
watched it on Hulu. It's called I Survived because
we love true crime. The best show. They do like,
you know, usually two or three stories in each
episode, but one of those stories is always about
a girl. who was not as lucky. Yeah. It's that's
just devastating the way that it impacts their
lives, obviously, but like this girl was just
babysitting what every 15 or 16 year old girl
does. Oh, runs in to make the kids lunch and
the dude just walks in thoughts. It's wild to
me that she was able to keep her composure because
I feel like if I was 16 and a man's walking in,
I'm like, what are you doing? run kids like going
crazy yes I'd be freaking out like if he was
just being like casual chatting you up outside
you'd like immediately think that he was up to
no good if he came inside the house well yeah
like I mean obviously being outside of a situation
it's easy to be like well his intentions were
horrible you know his intentions were bad he
locked the door but if you had just been talking
to him he was friendly enough he gave you bad
vibes but like Put yourself in that situation.
He walks in. I don't know if you'd like scream.
I feel like you'd be like, oh crap, I'm in a
bad situation. Like, how do I? Oh, yeah, I don't
know. I feel like I would probably scream. So
let me make this clear. He didn't live in that
house, right? No, it's apartment complex. So
he was just a neighbor in the complex is what
she said. But yeah, so he's not he's literally
that's where it's I'm freaking out and screaming
if a guy that's coming into my home that isn't
his home. I'm freaking out. So kudos to her for
keeping her composure. Yeah, I'm I just feel
like maybe the walls would have been down a little
more just because she's like chatting him up.
I don't know. I mean, everyone reacts differently
and I've never been in that situation. Thank
goodness. But I feel like I would lose my crap.
I would start throwing shit like I would literally
go crazy. I would go nuts before before anything
you would. There wouldn't be like a part of you.
It's like I'm going to try to navigate this.
get out of the situation. That's true. Yeah.
Because it's like, obviously, it's one thing
if he comes in and starts attacking her, but
he comes in and I just want to get to know you
better. Oh, my gosh. Yeah, he's a creep. That's
so bad. There's got to be something she said
that got him out. Yeah. And that's the weirdest
thing is she's like, I don't know what I said.
I have no idea what I said to him, but it worked.
So scary. Yeah. Oh, dude. Can you imagine like
if that was like that's something that happened
to our babysitter and our daughter or like, yeah,
like I would lose my crap. Yeah, I would be very,
very upset. I would be so angry. Yeah. Luckily,
we don't have to deal with that. Our neighbors
are chill. Our neighbors are cool. Oh, gosh.
That's so wild. I was going to do my babysitting
one first, but I'm going to do. The other one.
This comes from the subreddit NoSleep. My dying
mother promised her guardian angel would protect
me. I've seen it now, and I don't think it's
an angel. My mother died two months ago. It wasn't
a tragedy in the sudden shocking sense. It was
a long, slow, quiet, fading cancer. We had years
to prepare, but you're never really prepared.
The last week was spent in a sterile beige -colored
hospice room that smelled of bleach and quiet
finality. I sat by her bed, holding her thin,
papery hand, just watching her breathe. She was
at peace with it. That was the strangest, most
difficult part. While I was a tangled, screaming
gnaw of grief at anticipatory loss, she was serene.
On her last day, when her breathing was shallow
and her voice was a dry, rustling whisper, she
pulled me close. Her eyes, which had been cloudy
and distant, were suddenly crystal clear. Don't
be sad, my love, she whispered. I'm not afraid.
I've never been afraid. He's always been with
me. Who, Mom? I asked, my voice thick with tears.
My guardian, she said, her gaze shifting to a
point just over my shoulder. My protector. He
was a gift from my own mother when she passed.
He's kept me safe my whole life. He's never let
any real harm come to me. I didn't know what
to say. My mother had always been a little spiritual
in a vague, non -denominational way. I just assumed
it was the morphine talking. A final comforting
delusion, I squeezed her hand. When I go, she
continued, her eyes looking back onto mine with
a startling intensity. He will pass to you. He
has to. He needs someone to watch over. You will
be safe now, always. Mom, don't talk like that,
I choked out. You won't believe me at first,
she said, ignoring me. But you'll know. There
will be ten marks. Ten signs after I'm gone.
When you've seen the tenth, you'll know he's
with you. And then, then you will see him. She
recited the marks to me then, her voice low,
arithmetic chant. No. A coin returned, a silent
bell, a path cleared, a saved fall, a warning
unheard, a fear answered, a scent of the old
earth, a touch of cold fur, a voice not your
own, and finally a gaze returned. She finished,
and a deep, peaceful sigh escaped her lips. She
closed her eyes, and a few hours later, she was
gone. The funeral was a blur. The weeks that
followed were a suffocating fog of grief and
paperwork. I was just going through the emotions,
a ghost in my own life. I'd completely forgotten
her strange final words. They were just the ramblings
of a dying woman, a final, beautiful, meaningless
piece of poetry. Then, the first mark appeared.
I was at the grocery store, fumbling for my keys
in the parking lot, and a quarter slipped through
my fingers. clattering onto the dark, wet asphalt.
It was late, raining. I looked for a minute,
but it was gone. Probably rolled under the car.
I sighed, wrote it off, and drove home. When
I got to my apartment and emptied my pockets
onto the dresser, there it was. Sitting right
in the center of the pile of my keys and wallet,
a single, dry, gleaming quarter, I stared at
it. It was impossible. My pockets had been empty,
but my grieving mind immediately supplied a dozen
rational explanations. I must have had another
one. I must have picked it up without realizing
it. I dismissed it, but a tiny cold seed of unease
had been planted, a coin returned. A week later,
the second mark. I was walking on from work,
taking my usual route past an old decommissioned
church. As I passed its silent stone bell tower,
I heard it. A single clear resonant bong of a
great bell. Echoing through the quiet afternoon
air, I looked up. The tower was still. The great
bell was motionless. No birds flew out. No one
else on the street seemed to have noticed. An
auditory hallucination, I told myself. Stress
and grief do strange things to your mind. A silent
bell. The third mark came a few days after that.
My work building is old and the maintenance staff
is constantly doing repairs. I was heading to
the break room, but the hallway was blocked by
a huge wheeled cart full of tools and equipment.
Left there by a worker who was nowhere in sight.
I sighed, annoyed, and turned to go the long
way around. I got to the end of the hole, turned
the corner, then realized I'd forgot my wallet
at my desk. I turned back. The hallway was empty.
The massive cart was gone. The whole process
had taken less than 30 seconds. There was no
way anyone could have moved it that fast. It
had just vanished. A path cleared. I wasn't just
uneasy anymore. I was starting to get scared.
These could not just be coincidences. They were
too specific, too perfectly aligned with my mother's
strange prophecy. I started to feel like I was
a character in a story that someone else was
writing. and I started to feel like I was being
watched. It was a constant low -grade prickling
sensation on the back of my neck. I'd be in my
apartment and I'd feel a sudden intense pressure
as if someone had just walked into the room.
I'd spin around and my heart pounding that there
was never anyone there. I started seeing things
too. Flickers of movement at the very edge of
my vision. A shadow in a doorway that was a little
too tall, a little too dark. When I turned to
look, it'd be gone. Mark number four happened
a week later. I was clumsy with grief, not paying
attention. I was walking down the stairs to my
apartment's lobby. I missed a step and I pitched
forward. I remember the sickening weightless
lurch, the flash of the hard tile floor rushing
up to meet me. I braced for the impact, for the
crack of bone, but it never came. I just stopped.
A foot from the ground, suspended in mid -air
for a split second, as if an invincible powerful
hand had caught me by the chest. Then I was sat
down gently on my feet. I stood there trembling
an empty silent stairwell, a saved fall. The
fifth and sixth marks came in quick succession,
like a one -two punch from this invisible force
that was now ordering my life. I was about to
get in an elevator at a shopping mall when I
felt a sudden inexplicable wave of pure dread,
a silent internal scream telling me, do not get
in. I hesitated and let the doors close without
me. A moment later, the lights on the floor indicator
went dark and a loud, grinding screech echoed
down the elevator shaft, followed by the distant
sound of the alarm bell ringing, a warning unheard.
That same evening, I was walking home through
the park. A large, barking dog off its leash
came bounding towards me, its teeth bare. I froze,
a jolt of pure, primal fear shooting through
me. The dog was a foot away, ready to leap when
it suddenly stopped. It let out a high -pitched,
terrified yelp, tucked its tail between its legs
and fled. as if I had seen something standing
right beside me, right behind me. A fear answered.
I was six marks in and my life was no longer
my own. I was being guided, protected, manipulated
by an unseen, unknowable force. The feeling of
being watched was a certainty now. I began to
see it more clearly though, never directly. In
the reflection on my dark TV screen, I'd see
a shape standing in the room behind me. It was
tall, stooped like an old man with arms that
were too long. their hands almost touching the
floor, and the reflection of a shop window as
I'd walk by I'd see it, a dark, hulking shape
following a few pieces behind me, always keeping
to the shadows. The seventh and eighth marks
brought it closer from a visual presence to a
physical one. I started to notice a strange smell
in my apartment, a smell that would come and
go without reason. It was a heavy, musky animal
scent, the smell of damp, rich earth and something
else, something like wet fur. A set of the old
earth. One night I was lying in bed, the lights
on, my nerves a raw, jingled mess. I was drifting
in that gray space before sleep when I felt something
brush against my outstretched hand. It was a
coarse, bristly feeling, like touching a thick,
wiry animal pelt. I snatched my hand back with
a choked cry, my heart exploding in my chest.
I was alone in the room, there was nothing there,
a touch of cold fur. I was nine marks in. The
terror was a constant companion now. I knew the
tenth mark was coming, and I knew that with it
would come the final terrible reveal. I didn't
know what I was more afraid of, the waiting or
the seeing. The ninth mark came last night. I
had finally managed to fall into a fitful, exhausted
sleep. I was woken up by a voice, a low, guttural,
wet sound, whispered directly into my ear. It
wasn't a language I knew, but I felt the meaning
of the sound in my bones. It was a word that
meant Mine, a voice, not your own. I spent the
rest of the night huddled in a corner of my living
room, clutching a baseball bat, watching the
shadows waiting for the dawn. Tonight, I knew
it would end, the final mark. I sat on my couch,
the TV off, all the lights in my apartment blazing.
The feeling of the presence in the room was overwhelming.
It was a physical pressure, a thickness in the
air. The musky animal scent was overpowering.
I could feel it just there, in the dark hallway
that led to my bedroom waiting. I don't know
what came over me. Maybe it was a year of grief.
Maybe it was weeks of mounting terror, but I
was done being scared. I was done being the victim
in this ghost story. I needed to see it. I needed
to face it. Okay, I said, my voice, a shaking,
defiant whisper to the empty air. I know you're
here. Show yourself. The air in the hallway seemed
to shimmer, to darken. A shape began to resolve
itself out of the gloom. At first, it was the
familiar stoop silhouette of an old man. It was
tall. maybe seven feet even with his hunched
posture. Its arms were long. The gnarled three
joined two fingers of its hands brushing against
the floorboards. Its body was covered in a thick,
matted, greasy black fur. And then... It lifted
its head, and I saw its face. It wasn't a man's
face. It was the long, narrow, bearded head of
a goat. Its horns were thick and curved, spiraling
back from its narrow skull. But the worst part,
the part that finally completely broke my mind,
was its eyes. They weren't the dumb, placid eyes
of a farm animal. They were a pair of intelligent,
ancient, and malevolent yellow eyes. The pupils'
horizontal slits, like a serpent's, and they
were looking directly at me. A gaze returned.
The tenth mark. The final sign. My mother's guardian
angel. I didn't scream. The sound was trapped
in my throat, a solid, immovable ball of pure
tear. We just stared at each other for an eternity
across the 20 feet of my brightly lit living
room. And in its ancient yellow eyes, I saw it,
the same serene, peaceful, knowing look my mother
had on her face when she died. It is my protector,
my guardian. It has been with me, a silent, unseen
shadow for the past two months. It cleared the
path for me. It saved me from the fall, frightened
away the dog. And now that I've seen it, it no
longer feels the need to hide. I'm writing this
now from my desk. the sun has come up but it
has brought no comfort because it's still here
it's standing in the corner of my room by the
door it's stooped hairy form a black hole in
the morning light it hasn't moved it just watches
my mother's final words echo in my head i've
never been afraid he's always been with me what
do i do how do you escape a guardian angel how
do you run from a protector that will never ever
let any harm come to you but whose very presence
is a fate worse than death whoa i know Powerful,
huh? That is, that's crazy. Honestly, I was not
expecting a goat. I was fully expecting a werewolf.
Really? I thought for sure it was going to be
like scraggly old three jointed hands werewolf.
No, you didn't. I did. I did. I swear I did not
expect it to be a goat with serpent eyes. I didn't.
I really, you're so sarcastic. I really thought
when I started reading it, I thought it was going
to be like an evil, like spirit, like man, like
figure. kind of thing. I didn't think it was
going to be like an animal. It's definitely like
that. There's definitely the evil vibe coming
from the goat. Yeah. But OP, I don't know if
OP is a boy or girl. I don't know. A fate worse
than death? I feel like it's pretty creepy. I
would think I'd rather die than know of a creepy
goat man presence watching me at all times. And
I can see it all the time. That's so creepy.
What's crazy is that the mom passed it on to...
her daughter and then she's dying she's passing
it off to her kid yeah that's wild so i mean
if that's what has to happen that's what has
to happen has to be passed on i guess maybe it
was maybe it was preventing the mom from dying
so she had to pass it on in order to like move
to the next realm yeah like that was the thing
is like that she was saying that the guardian
angel will never let any harm come to her but
she had cancer so obviously She couldn't die
until she passed along the 10 omens, the 10 signs,
the 10 rules of having your goat spirit watch
over you. I know the 10 marks. That would trip
me out. Yeah. Can you imagine like your last
final moments with your mom and it's her chanting
these like low deep weird shit? Oh my gosh. So
scary. I'd be freaking pissed. I would. You're
like mom, don't do that to me. I was just gonna
say, you took the words right out of my mouth.
I know. Yeah, I was gonna say, Mom, don't you
dare. Nope. Like let it just be peaceful. If
you've got some curse, set it to the other son,
Frick. Ears to keep or yeah, give it to one of
your others. Yeah, that's a good idea. It wouldn't
be me because I'm her favorite. I'm the favorite
one. Steady as a rock. I feel like my mom would
give it to me because she would think I'm this
I wouldn't strong enough to handle it. That's
literally I would be me. Yeah. She would give
it to me out of all the kids. That's so messed
up. You know, I'm going to have a talk with her
now. I'm kind of kind of like you're going to
you're going to go be the strong one and go after
her now and tell her not to do that. Yeah. I'm
going to say I don't want to give it to one of
your other kids. Well, she doesn't have it. We
don't know. This person didn't know. You'd be
more likely to get it from Grandma Halcombe.
Anyways, that was my story. I loved it. Wait,
it's over? Creeped me out. Yeah, that's it. That
was it? Yeah, it was only 20 minutes. Dang. I
know. Well, OK, the go. I'll never sleep again,
but I guess that's why they call it no sleep.
This comes from the subreddit. I think I said
that both of mine come from creepy encounters.
They don't. This one comes from the subreddit
Paranormal. Okay, I've never heard of this paranormal
Creepy the title is my daughter's imaginary friend
new things. She couldn't possibly know Oh this
Is terrifying I okay this hits extraordinarily
close to home because we have a daughter about
the same age Who has an imaginary friend? I don't
really believe in this stuff or I didn't now
I'm not sure what I believe my daughter Emma
just turned five last month Around her fourth
birthday she started talking about her friend,
Clara. Typical imaginary friend stuff at first.
She'd set a place for Clara at dinner, talk to
her while playing, normal kid things. My wife
and I thought it was cute, but Clara was weirdly
specific. Emma said Clara was seven years old,
had long black hair, and wore an old timey dress
with flowers on it. She said Clara was sad because
she missed her mom. About two months ago things
got strange. We were having breakfast and Emma
suddenly asked why we took down Clara's picture.
I had no idea what she meant. She insisted there
used to be a picture of Clara in the hallway
upstairs. We've lived in this house for three
years and never taken down any pictures. Then
last month my wife was going through some boxes
in the attic looking for old baby clothes. She
found a photo album that belonged to the previous
owners. They'd left it by accident, I guess.
Inside was a photo from 1982. A little girl,
maybe six or seven, with long black hair, wearing
a floral dress. Written on the back, Clara, age
seven, summer 1982. Whoa. My wife showed me and
we both just stared at it. There's no way Emma
had ever seen this photo. It was buried in a
box under a bunch of other stuff in the far corner
of the attic. Emma's never been up there. I asked
Emma to describe Clara again. She described the
girl in the photo perfectly. The dress, the hair,
even said Clara had a tooth missing in the front,
which you can see in the photo if you look close.
Oh my gosh. We didn't tell Emma about the photo.
We weren't sure what to say. A week later, Emma
told us Clara doesn't complain anymore because
she quote, found her mom. She said it so casually
like she was talking about a friend who moved
away. I did some research on the house. found
an old newspaper article from 1983. A seven -year
-old girl named Clara Bennett died in a car accident
about two miles from here. Her family lived in
our house from 1978 to 1985. The accident was
in 1982, same year as the photo. Emma hasn't
mentioned Clara since she said she found her
mom. I keep trying to rationalize this. Maybe
Emma saw the photo somehow and we forgot. Maybe
it's just a weird coincidence, but the timing,
the details, the way she described everything
before we ever found that photo. My wife thinks
Clara was real, that she was here and Emma could
see her. I want to think there's a logical explanation,
but I can't find one. Has anyone else experienced
something like this with their kids? I'm not
scared exactly, just really unsettled. If Emma
could see Clara, what else can she see that we
can't? That's crazy. It gives me so much comfort
just knowing our daughter's imaginary friend
is Maui from Moana because it's like no way she's
seeing Maui because Maui's not a real character,
you know? Exactly. So that's helpful, but that
is terrifying. Legitimately terrifying. But it's
also kind of like, not that it's cool, but kind
of cool. It's kind of cool. It's kind of cool.
It helps that they were like friends and not
like... this Clara was like haunting them you
know that would yeah that would be terrifying
well okay that made me think of multiple things
but the first thing i'm going to say is that
Theo Von had two guys on this podcast this week
that are ghost hunters i love that i love that
so much and they told some of the most just some
of the gnarliest stories of what they experienced
going into haunted places and and like trying
to get spirits to communicate with them that's
That's a world I've never ventured out into and
I'm very comfortable not. I remember hearing
stories about a park that was haunted in Cedar
Hills, Utah. That's like the neighboring town
to where I went to high school. So me and my
friends, you know, would poke around only a fair
amount. We avoided the places that were verifiably
haunted, but there was one night we were up there
and as we're going away, you can only kind of
see it through this clearing where we had pulled
over to like see the park, check on the park
down a little hill between this clearing and
we saw that there was a little girl on the swings
and we're this is like middle of the night status
little girl long dark hair just swinging on the
swing and it's like in my mind's eye i can still
see it i just got the chills and this is the
other thing no wind no nothing the swing was
absolutely moving because we could hear it squeaking
oh wow legitimately your windows rolled down
Yeah, no, we had gotten out of the car. There's
a little walking path that goes down to the park.
I didn't explain it very well, because geographically
it's kind of hard, but it's like down behind.
So you're outside and you look and you see it.
And what do you guys do? Could hear the swing,
could see. And somebody was like, is that a little
girl? And then we all just lost our shiz, dove
into the car, eat it out. Oh, that's hilarious.
That's so creepy. That happened. Yeah. Shoot.
It might have been Clara, dude. Clara was there.
She just wanted to say hi. She just was looking
for her mom. She's like, dude, do you guys know
where my mom is? No, that's so creepy. So this
story is off the subreddit true off my chest.
So this story is called the babysitter's monitor.
I've babysat for this family for almost a year
and nothing weird has ever happened until last
Friday. I can't stop replaying what I saw on
that monitor or what the dad text me the next
morning. Two kids, a toddler and a one year old
baby girl. The parents are kind, the house is
quiet, and I've never had a single reason to
feel uneasy there. That night started like any
other. They left around 7 .30 and by 8 o 'clock
both kids were asleep. I set the baby monitor
on the counter and started scrolling my phone
half watching a movie. At 8 .17 I got a motion
alert. I looked down and caught a flicker of
movement on the screen. A dark blur crossing
the crib. My first thought was that the baby
rolled over or maybe the blanket moved, but she
was perfectly still. I waited. Nothing. A few
minutes later, another alert. This time the movement
was faster, a shadow cutting across the room.
I felt my stomach drop. I turned the TV down
and just listened, but the house was silent.
No footsteps, no creaks, nothing. Still, every
part of me screamed to check. I grabbed a kitchen
knife and crept upstairs. The nursery door was
cracked open, the monitor's green light flickering
through. I pushed it open with my foot and flipped
on the light. Nothing. The baby was still fast
asleep, the closet was empty, the window was
locked. I told myself it had to be a weird lighting
thing. Maybe my mind playing tricks and went
back downstairs trying to calm down. But a few
minutes later the monitor flashed again and this
time I saw it clearly. A figure. Tall broad shoulders
moved past the crib so fast the image glitched.
That was it for me. I ran upstairs, heart pounding,
knife in hand. I flipped on the light again,
ready to grab the kids and bolt. The room was
empty. and then I noticed it. The baby monitor
wasn't pointed at the crib anymore. It had been
turned toward the mirror across the room. That's
when everything clicked. The movement I'd been
seeing wasn't the baby, it was reflection. Someone
had physically gone into that room and turned
the camera. I didn't think. I grabbed the baby,
ran to the toddler's room, scooped him up, still
half asleep, and sprinted outside. I called 911
and the parents from the front yard, shaking
so bad I could barely hold my phone. The police
showed up within minutes. They searched the whole
house, no signs of forced entry, no open doors,
nothing missing. They said maybe I bumped the
monitor earlier without noticing. I didn't argue.
I just told them I wouldn't be coming back. The
next morning, the dad text me. He said they asked
their neighbor to check their ring camera footage
from that night at 8 -11 PM, six minutes before
I saw the first shadow. The neighbor's camera
caught a man in a dark hoodie hopping their back
fence and walking toward the house. And a little
after 10 p .m., right after I ran outside with
the kids, that same man was caught on camera
hopping the fence again, heading the other way.
Are you kidding? No. Babysitting stories scare
the crap out of me. Don't worry. That chapter's
close. Not like just babysit for life. That's
basically my life, but so scary. it like i okay
so many thoughts i know many thoughts first of
all i hate police come on guys come on guys do
your due diligence see the thing through you
had to know you had to know there was going to
be somebody else that had something goodness
we're gonna have to pay for the subscription
for our doorbell camera so that it records thank
goodness for the neighbors because Mean they
the parents even could easily write it off that
like yeah, maybe she moved it. Maybe it was just
like a shadow Heck you could even think maybe
it was a ghost like you just don't know But the
fact that they were physically able to see a
man jump over their fence They know that like,
okay, there's gotta we gotta have better security
here and turn the video into the cops Let's try
and catch this guy sucks. They probably never
will but no unless he comes back Yeah, I mean,
I don't even know. Could you prove that he committed
a crime? He entered. All they have evidence of?
Oh, yeah. The hopping the fence and then coming
back. Well, he entered into the backyard. I mean,
yeah, I guess. I don't know what. Trespassing.
Yeah, you've got to be trespassing if you're
going into someone's backyard. Like hopping a
fence. They're probably going to get a dog, I'll
tell you that much. Well, they should. If they
haven't considered it, get you a mastiff. Yeah,
get a little pit bull out there. Man, pit bulls
are too friendly. The big myth, everyone just
tell your friends. How do you feel about the
babysitter? How do you feel like she handled
it? That's great. What more could you do as a
babysitter? Exactly. If we hired a babysitter
and she calls me and she calls 911 and like the
whole thing, I would be so unsettled for a long
time. I don't think I would hire a babysitter
ever again. I am like a huge scaredy cat and
I babysat and nannied a lot of kids growing up.
And I always thought like, what would I actually
do? Like literally, what would I do if that was
the case? I feel like I'm sure I would do what
the babysitter did, grab a knife and run upstairs
and get the kids. But part of me thinks I might
run outside by myself and call the cops. No,
you wouldn't. I know that's so scary. You have
to go upstairs and get the kids when you know,
there's someone in that room that is so terrifying.
You don't, you know what? You're not giving yourself
enough credit. You would definitely run upstairs
and save the kid's life because that's what you
do. But I think about like, for example, like
I was outside with my daughter, my kid, and there
was a bee. There was a couple of bees that was
like attacking me and I literally. sprinted away
like fled and then I was like shit my kid and
so then I'm like trying to get her to come without
actually having to like go back over there like
I was so scared and that's just a bee it was
a couple bees I got her but still like my first
thought wasn't like my child it was there's a
bee on me well I know it's different But that's
all I can compare it to. But you don't always
do what's best for you. That's the point that
I was trying to make. I think you would try to
save the kids. You would save our own kid if
it was something that was life threatening. I
would. We had our friends play a prank on us
when we were camping one time and they put a
fake rattlesnake in her tent. It was set up in
there so that she got in without knowing, turned
around, and then there's this snake and she thought
that she was going to get... killed by a rattlesnake
yeah and she starts freaking out like as soon
as she sees it she doesn't realize that it's
fake and like everyone's quietly laughing outside
that knows what's going on i can't i said something
like i was gonna like check on you or whatever
and you were like joe don't don't come in here
don't come in here it'll kill you it'll get you
so you were face yourself yeah i could have Because
it was right at the edge of the when you get
in so it would have snapped at you if it was
real Yeah, but don't you in that's just a perfect
example Would you think you would want somebody
to just save your life? But you actually were
more concerned about me than yourself in that
moment. Oh, that's so yeah, you're right Honestly,
what a what a grip of stories we we had some
I'm scared we had some Yeah, we had some good
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