Horror Stories - 4 Disturbing TRUE High School Horror Stories

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Starting point is 00:00:27 so before you drift off, I'd love it if you could leave a comment letting me know where you're listening from around the world. Also, don't forget to like and subscribe, if you're enjoying the episodes. Story one, I was a new student at Southern Lehigh High School in Pennsylvania, entering my junior year without knowing anyone, which was really tough. Obviously, everyone already had their friend groups established by then.

Starting point is 00:00:55 The worst part was lunchtime since my school didn't allow juniors to leave campus for lunch. Only seniors could, so I had to eat in the cafeteria. I dreaded that time because I knew I wouldn't have anyone to sit with, and I didn't want to impose myself at some random table. When lunchtime finally arrived, I walked into the cafeteria with my tray of food, searching for a place to sit. Every table was full. I didn't even have the option to sit alone.

Starting point is 00:01:24 But there was a table in the corner of the cafeteria with only two kids sitting at it, which seemed like the least intimidating spot. So I walked over and asked if I could sit there. They looked at each other, and one of them said yes. As I sat down, I noticed they were identical twins. They looked like they might be partly Hispanic, but they didn't have accents. They seemed cool. They introduced themselves as Antonio and Bruno and talked with me.

Starting point is 00:01:51 They invited me to hang out with them after school, and honestly, I thought, why not? I had to start somewhere if I was going to make friends. I got their numbers, and after school I went home to drop off my stuff. Not long after I got a message from Bruno, saying he and his brother were planning to go out and told me to meet them around nine that night at the nearby cemetery, which was about a ten-minute walk from my house. He said there was a cool spot to hang out near there. Plus the first day of school was a Friday, so we didn't have class the next day. I had nothing else going on, so I said I was down. When the time came, Bruno texted

Starting point is 00:02:29 me asking if I was still coming. I replied yes, that I was leaving in a few minutes and confirmed that we'd meet at the path next to the cemetery. He said yes, so I started my walk through the dark toward the cemetery. The more I walked, the more I thought about moving back home and being the new kid in high school. I thought about the fact that I was literally walking toward a cemetery at night to hang out with two guys I just met. Anyway, I reached the little path next to the cemetery and asked Bruno where they were. He started typing right away and said they were in the woods near a small lake they wanted to show me, then quickly sent his location. I headed into the woods, pushing branches out of the way and using the flashlight on my phone as my only source of light.

Starting point is 00:03:14 I started calling out for Bruno and Antonio, figuring I was close based on the location Bruno had sent me. Suddenly I heard footsteps, so I stopped. They were definitely footsteps, slow and low. I shouted, hoping they weren't trying to scare me, but they didn't answer. I decided. I decided, decided this was stupid, turned around and started walking back toward the path. The footsteps I mentioned before changed from slow and quiet to fast, and before I could react, someone had their nails dug into my neck, essentially choking me. I heard a familiar voice yelling, grab him, grab him. I managed to break free from the semi-strangulation and ran toward the path.

Starting point is 00:03:55 I know they followed me to the tree line by the path. I was faster than them. I could run miles. that's what I did. I ran straight home and told my parents, who considered calling the police, but I figured it was better to get photos of the nail marks on my neck and report it to the school the next day. That's what we did. And with the help of the texts I had from Bruno, I was able to get both students expelled. My parents made me block both numbers. I didn't argue with that. They also wanted to make sure the guys didn't know where we lived, and I told them, as far as I knew,

Starting point is 00:04:30 they didn't. Anyway, one night about a week later, I woke up feeling really cold in my room. I heard the sound of wind blowing and looked at my window to see it was wide open. I wondered if my mom had come in and opened it, but that wouldn't make any sense. It was like 50 degrees that night. I walked over and looked down just below my bedroom window. There's a part of the house's exterior that sticks out, creating a kind of ledge underneath my window that my dad always told me to use in case of a fire. I closed my window and walked to my parents' bedroom. I knocked softly and opened the door and my mom, half asleep, asked what I wanted. I had to ask her if she'd opened my window. She sat up saying no. Why? I told her now with a more worried tone that someone had completely opened my window.

Starting point is 00:05:20 She started shaking my dad awake to go check my room with me, but when he woke up, he told me to grow up and go back to sleep. I left their door open as I walked back down the hall to my room, and I realized something that shocked me I hadn't noticed. My door now looked half closed instead of fully open like I had left it. I pushed the door a bit to peek through the crack and see if, well, you know, someone was behind it. Even though I had the thought I could never have expected to actually see it. There was someone hiding behind my door. I screamed for my dad like a little kid. I screamed so loud I'm sure people three houses down could hear me, and my door slammed shut just as my dad came running out of his room toward me. I yelled that there were people in my room,

Starting point is 00:06:06 so he burst in and turned on the light. Right then we saw a person's leg going out of my window. My dad ran to the window, then sprinted downstairs and out the front door to try to chase them, but he came back a few minutes later out of breath saying he didn't see anyone. fueled with fear and adrenaline, I swore it had to be those twins I had gotten expelled. My dad called the police and I had to explain everything to them when they arrived, starting from the incident in the woods. My dad backed up my story, but with no evidence of who had broken in, they said there wasn't much they could do.

Starting point is 00:06:40 They told us to lock the doors and consider installing outdoor cameras. As certain as I am that it was one or both of those twins in my room, after a couple of solid months of sleeping in fear. Nothing like that ever happened again. Looking back now, I don't know why I was so willing to meet up with those guys in the woods at night. I should have known back in the cafeteria that day that they seemed sketchy, and I should have kept my distance. Story 2. Freshman year of high school, 2007.

Starting point is 00:07:16 We had PE class during the last period of the day, and that day we had a substitute teacher on one of the stormiest days of the day. the year. He was an older man, not elderly, but gray-haired, probably around 55 or 60 years old. He took attendance, and when he got to me, he stared at me for a bit, which made me uncomfortable. Not to brag, but I always knew I looked older and pretty good for a freshman student. The substitute told us to group up into our volleyball teams and then disappeared down the hallway near the locker rooms for a long time. Forty minutes went by, and the period ended. It was time to change and go home.

Starting point is 00:07:55 When I tried to open my locker for some reason I couldn't. I tried my usual combination over and over, but it wouldn't work. I had to go find the sub to let him know and ask him for my combo again, thinking maybe I had forgotten it. The sub told me to wait a few minutes while he went to get the list of locker combinations. I waited outside the office, and eventually he came out with a book in his hands, open to a specific page. He walked with me toward the girl's locker room, something I didn't expect him to do.

Starting point is 00:08:27 The locker room was practically empty, with just one girl still finishing changing. He walked up to my locker and tried the combination written on the paper, but it didn't work, no matter how many times he tried. Each time it failed, he looked at me and laughed. I forced a laugh back out of politeness, even though I was starting to feel uncomfortable. Then he placed his hand on my shoulder and said we'd figure it out. He tried the combo again, with his hand still on my shoulder, and again it didn't work. I felt his hand slowly start to slide from my shoulder toward my lower back.

Starting point is 00:09:03 I quickly stepped away and grabbed my backpack, saying it was okay. It was getting late and I needed to catch my bus. He tried the combination on the locker one more time, and this time it opened. He smiled and walked away. I waited until I heard the locker room door close, then quickly started changing. Suddenly the room went dark. I finished pulling up my pants and closed my locker in the darkness. I put on my backpack and started walking toward the back exit of the locker room that led outside.

Starting point is 00:09:35 I was afraid the substitute might be waiting just outside the door. I felt a predatory vibe from him. As I reached the end of the locker row I was in, at the intersection of two rows, I had to turn left to get to the exit door. But instinctively, I also glanced right to make sure it was clear. A little bit of light was coming through a rectangular window up near the ceiling, just enough to see him peeking out from behind the locker wall. That's when I ran toward the exit door.

Starting point is 00:10:04 He came after me saying, wait, wait, it's not what it looks like. I ran outside into the rain, off the high school campus, and walked the rest of the way home, giving myself time to process what had happened. By the time I got home, completely soaked, I realized he had most likely changed my locker combination as a way to get me alone. As for what he might have been planning to do

Starting point is 00:10:27 when he turned off the lights, I never wanted to imagine it. Honestly, I was too emotionally shaken and frankly ashamed to tell anyone about it, not even my parents or friends. It was something I just kept to myself all these years because truthfully, I don't feel comfortable telling people what happened when I was in high school.

Starting point is 00:10:51 Story 3, I was in band, and at my school you basically had to choose between band, orchestra, or choir. So I picked band. Our band teacher, Mr. Nicholson, had a grading system set up so that as long as you attended class and your weekly lessons, you'd get an A. Unfortunately, near the end of one term, I had missed two lessons, and because of that, my grade was a B. I went to talk to him after class to ask if I could make up the lessons. And although he seemed reluctant, he said he'd let me come in during a lunch period and practice in one of the storage rooms in the basement to get credit for one of the lessons. I was more than happy with that because, honestly, I'd probably just mess around on my phone

Starting point is 00:11:34 instead of actually practicing. I showed up to the music room during my lunch period the next day, grabbed my saxophone, and headed down the stairs outside the music room into the basement area of the music department. It was always a little creepy down there because absolutely no one went down there except the music teachers and the lighting was pretty bad. I'd only been down there a couple of times before that day, but either way, I walked down the hallway and on either side were a bunch of doors leading to little rooms about seven by seven feet. All of these rooms were used for storing things like chairs, music stands, spare instruments,

Starting point is 00:12:10 holiday decorations and so on. I went into one of the rooms and closed the door. I set up my music on one of the stands in the room in case Mr. Nicholson came down to check on me, but I really didn't plan on playing. I started messing around on my phone and then complete darkness, as pitch black as it could be, except for my phone screen. I instinctively looked toward the light switch in the room inflicted a few times,

Starting point is 00:12:36 but it didn't do anything. I stumbled as I stood up from my seat to open the door, only to find more darkness. I held my phone out in front of me to light the small hallway, though it barely helped. I think I had an iPhone 3 or something like that. Those old ones didn't have flashlights, but still the little glow from my phone was enough to see that one of the doors at the end of the hallway was open, and I heard something being dragged in that room, like one of those big plastic containers. There was also maniacal breathing followed by animalistic growls.

Starting point is 00:13:10 Then I saw a large plastic container being pushed out of that room and into the hallway. As soon as I saw that, I turned off my phone screen, stepped back into the room I was in, and closed the door. So quietly, I don't even know what I was thinking at that moment. I guess the strange sounds coming from that person mixed with the sudden blackout made me distrust the idea of staying in that hallway. Whoever it was, they were blocking the stairs, and of course, I had no cell reception in that tiny basement area. The only thing I felt comfortable doing was sitting in that room and hoping the lights would eventually come back on, but it felt like they never would. So I decided to try going back up the stairs. I silently opened the door with my phone out in front of me for light, then stepped into the hallway.

Starting point is 00:13:58 I got a bit closer to the stairs, and I heard something again. I quickly ducked into the nearest room with an open door and closed it behind me. I still didn't know what I was hiding from. Could it have been a staff member or a janitor? At that moment, the only reason I had to think it wasn't was because they only showed up down there after the lights went out. I stood in that room in complete darkness, just listening and waiting for another sound from outside.

Starting point is 00:14:25 But you know how when you're in a room with someone, even if you don't necessarily hear them, You can feel their presence. Suddenly, that's the feeling I got standing in that completely dark storage room. I lifted my trembling hand and pressed the home button on my phone to light the screen for just a split second. That was enough to see someone standing in the corner of this tiny storage room, three feet away from me. I pretended I didn't see anything, but it was already too late. What I heard breaking the silence next was a hand patting my shoulder twice, then starting to squeeze it. I basically lunged for the doorknob, struggling to find it at first, but finally pulling the door open.

Starting point is 00:15:07 The man in the room with me tried to shut the door after I opened it, but I was already out. I ran up the stairs and out the door to the main level of the music hall, where the lights were still on. I ran to Mr. Nicholson and breathlessly told him everything. He called security to check the basement section of the music hall, but they came back up and said that aside from a bunch of music equipment being moved around, there was no one down there. For the rest of the period, Mr. Nicholson canceled his flute lesson, and I sat there in the room with him in five flutists,

Starting point is 00:15:38 explaining the entire story in detail. With no cameras in the music hall, there was no way to catch whoever had gone down there and shut off the basement power. It seemed like someone was trying to steal expensive music equipment, and who knows what else. The next day, I was called into the dean's office to give my account of what happened,

Starting point is 00:15:58 and the rest is history. Story 4. One night my friends and I came up with a brilliant plan. We were going to sneak into the high school basement through one of the windows that had been broken and never repaired. To get to this window, we had to hop over a small metal fence that surrounded the outdoor staircase leading down to the basement. It didn't really stop anyone, but it added that extra barrier that made you feel like you were doing something naughty just by crossing it. We made sure there were no security cars nearby, then jumped the fence. getting in through the window was tricky. We had to hoist ourselves up and then crawl through an incredibly narrow opening.

Starting point is 00:16:39 But once inside, we were in. We split up to explore different areas. One thing was certain. The school basement was a mess and anything but interesting. There was barely any light. A small white light was on in a far corner, and the glow from an exit sign gave off more light than you'd expect. I was looking around when I saw one of my friends ahead of me.

Starting point is 00:17:01 He whispered, let's go upstairs. So I followed him. We went up and he opened the door to the school's main hallway. Everything was pitch black. I always thought they left some lights on in the school at night. But nope, not a single light was on. And the only things that really stood out as far as the eye could see were the glowing red exit signs. I followed my friend down the hallway and remember saying,

Starting point is 00:17:28 Dude, this is seriously creepy. He responded, but I started realizing he was right. Who knew if someone else could be in the building besides my friends and me? I didn't know yet what I was about to find out. I followed my friend into the bathroom, and he went into one of the stalls. I whispered, hurry up. I waited for a bit, and then my phone started ringing. I answered.

Starting point is 00:17:53 It was one of my friends, Chris, asking me where the hell I went. I told him I had gone upstairs with Roland or boyfriend. Brandon. He said, what do you mean? They're with me, and right after that, both Brendan and Roland said, hey, apparently on speaker. I stammered the word I, and froze trying to think clearly. Then I heard a laugh coming from the stall, not the laugh of any of my friends. I looked up at the stall. Someone was looking at me over the top, probably standing on the toilet. I screamed, holy crap, into the phone again and again as I bolted out of the bathroom. Shortly after I got out, I heard the sound of the stall door slamming shut. I tried to run back to the basement in the dark,

Starting point is 00:18:40 but it wasn't easy to find. Luckily, I managed to locate it and started yelling their names as I ran down the stairs. I shouted, let's go, when they responded. And one by one we jumped from some kind of bin onto the window ledge and crawled out. I was the first one. out, terrified that the person from the bathroom might follow me. Once we were all outside, I explained everything, breathless and laughing now that I felt safe with everyone by my side. I guess we made noise or something because as we all turned to look toward the school building at its classroom windows, we saw someone in one of the lower windows with their hands pressed against the glass. You could only see maybe half of their face. I said, that has to be him, as Roland urged us to get the

Starting point is 00:19:27 hell out of there. We ran until we were off school grounds and that was that. We came up with a bunch of possible explanations, but none of them really made sense. Obviously, we never did anything like that again.

Horror Stories - 4 Disturbing TRUE High School Horror Stories

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