Let's Not Meet: A True Horror Podcast - 2x18: Laura - Let's Not Meet (Feat. Jennifer Cee)

Episode Date: October 14, 2019

Stories in this episode: A Girl Called Laura. - tspofcharity Watcher in the woods - Angela C He's still Out there. - kaytij House of god  - Anniebel19 Sponsored by Shudder: To try Shudder free for 30 days, go to shudder.com and use promo code meet. Listen to Jennifer's podcast at https://hauntedhappenstance.libsyn.com/ Follow Let's Not Meet: Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/groups/433173970399259/  Twitter - https://twitter.com/letsnotmeetcast  Website - http://letsnotmeetpodcast.com  Patreon - http://patreon.com/letsnotmeetpodcast  Twitch - https://www.twitch.tv/crypticcounty    

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Woo! Woo! My name is Andrew Tate and this is Season 2 Episode 18 of Let's Not Meet a True Horror Podcast. My guest this week is Jennifer Cormier of the Haunted Happened Stances Podcast. Check out her show at hauntedhappenedstances.lipson.com. When I was 10 years old, I lived in a relatively small town in Texas and a small house with my mom. My mom has always had a very caring heart for those in need. So when my uncle called her one night and told her, he ran into a homeless girl at a local park my mom offered to help her out for a day or so just to get her back on her feet. That sort of thing.

When the girl arrived at my house, she said her name was Laura. Laura told us she was 16 at the time. She seemed like a shy girl. When my mother asked what she was doing out on the streets, Laura told us that she had been kicked out of her home by her mom because her mom had accused her of sleeping with her boyfriend. Laura told us that the allegation was not true. She told us that her mother's boyfriend was the one who came onto her. My mom gave Laura a place to sleep in the guest room that night. The next day after breakfast, Laura asked to use my mom's house phone to call her mom to see if she could get some of her things from her mom's house.

Laura's mom never answered the phone, and we felt bad for her. As a 10-year-old girl, I couldn't imagine what she must have been going through. Later that day, I remember watching TV in the living room and minding my own business, but I could feel someone staring at me, so it turned my head where I felt the gaze. Laura was sending me a glare so cold that if looks could kill, I would have dropped dead right there. I was so confused and a little startled. I turned my head away from her quickly and went back to watching TV. But I could still

feel Laura's cold gaze. I couldn't understand what I had done to her to cause her to look at me with such hate. The next day, it happened once more. I was in the kitchen getting a glass of water, when I could feel someone looking at me. I turned my head to the side and I saw Laura. Her head was peering around the corner at me. Their eyes were dark and laced with hatred again. It frightened me and I felt so confused as to why she was looking at me like this. I didn't want to cause any trouble, so I didn't bring up Laura's death-glareers to my mother at all.

Later that night, my uncle had joined us for dinner. He stopped by to see if everything was going well with Laura, and if we had any luck finding her a place to live with one of her family members. After dinner, I was washing my plate in the sink when a heard a loud growling sound. Come from the dining room. I turned my head to see Laura shaking and growling like some sort of wild animal. My mom and uncle looked disturbed and worried. Laura threw herself onto the floor and began thrashing around and screaming as if she were

possessed. I was absolutely terrified. It was a scary thing to witness. I grew up very religious. My mom and uncle began praying out loud for Laura while I ran to my room and closed the door. This went on for two hours. But it felt like an eternity of horror.

I could hear Laura screaming like a mad woman and growling like some sort of deranged beast. I don't think any of us knew exactly what was going on. After my mom and uncle had prayed for Laura for what felt like forever, Laura told us, she was free from an evil demon that had taken her over. None of us were sure what had caused her behavior, none of us were sure what had even happened. I peeked my head out of the room to see Laura smiling happily while she curled up on the couch with a blanket. Her eyes opened and she shot a cold glare at me. I quickly closed my bedroom door

in fear. I placed a chair in front of my bedroom door and went to sleep. My mom woke me up the next morning. She told me that she was taking me out to eat at my favorite restaurant. When I asked her if Laura was going, she gave me a serious expression and said, your uncle is going to take Laura back to her mom's house. She slept on the couch last night after what happened. He and I were talking when the two of you had gone to sleep and we placed together that Laura made the entire performance up last night. She's not stable and we think

she's dangerous. As I heard my mother say those words, relief washed over me. I got dressed and went to the car to go to the restaurant with my mom. When we got to the car, we saw Laura and my uncle getting in his truck with her. Laura looked angry. Her expression was of a child's when you don't give them what they want. She got into my uncle's car and they drove away. I'm 22 now, and I've never forgotten about this horrific incident that happened

in my life years ago. After that day, I never saw Laura or heard anything else about her ever again. A little over a year ago, I moved into a townhouse not far from where I grew up. My father had recently passed away, and it had been a rough few years for me. I was looking to start over in a new place, but not brave enough to leave the state. I fell in love with my new house as soon as I saw it, and since most of the people living in the community were a retirement age, I felt safe, and my indoor cat especially liked the back screened-in porch that faced

the woods. Personally, I was glad the woods provided a barrier between my townhouse and the apartment complex on the other side of us. Some of the homes in our community backed up to each other, which means those residents walk out onto their screened-in porches and have a view of someone else's screened-in porch. No, thank you. Anyway, I fell into a mild depression after my father died. And when I realized I was becoming a bit of a recluse, I'd wake up, go to work, come home, and repeat. My best friend and I began volunteering for a cat rescue group in the area to try to be more involved. Not long ago, maybe a month or so, she rescued six kittens from behind a store and brought them to my house. I'm very protective of my cat, so I didn't want to expose my for a baby to these kittens without having them tested.

The group we volunteer with has adoption cages in the local pet store, but kittens season left numerous people lying for that space. The group's director said we could put the kittens up for adoption after they'd been vetted and socialized a little. He asked if I could foster them for a few weeks, maybe more. Naturally I said yes. Since I had some older cats I was already fostering, my only choices were to house the kittens in the garage or on my back porch. Temperatures have been in the high 90s, so I couldn't in good conscience put the kittens

in my hawk garage, and also turns out that the kittens had ringworm, which is highly contagious, along with some other health problems. So the back porch it was. My best friend volunteered to do most of the work taking care of them, which was only fair since she'd brought them to me in the first place. My best friend, let's call her Sally for privacy sake. Started coming over in the evenings to scoop the kitten's litter boxes, feed their cages, feed them, and just hold them so they'd get used to people.

She usually went outside to work on this late at night, while I took care of the foster cats I had separated into rooms inside. But one night, a couple of weeks ago, I decided to ask if she needed help. It was around 11 at night, and I needed to go to bed soon. Stepping out, I immediately noticed you can't really see anything beyond the screen on my porch when it's dark outside. I actually had the thought someone could be standing there watching me right now and I wouldn't know it. But I dismissed the thought instead about helping my friend with the cats. I hadn't been outside long when I began to hear noises in the distance, twigs snapping, leaves rustling. almost as if someone were walking through the trees and brush

back there. I've seen it deer at night in our neighborhood, so I assumed it was some type of animal moving around in the darkness, maybe a raccoon or possibly a stray cat. Of course, it was still creepy as hell. Some of the noises grew louder and closer, almost as if on purpose to test our reactions, and Sally kept giving me those wide-eyed looks. A glance toward the woods revealed nothing but darkness. Something was out there.

But what? You know that feeling you get when you're being watched? The hairs on the back of my neck had started standing on end as unease unfurled in my stomach. After we finished and went inside, I told Sally, this creepy out there, I felt like I was being watched. She proceeded to tell me about all the strange noises she'd been hearing every night when she was out there alone, and how she felt like she was being watched too. She hadn't wanted to say anything

because she didn't want me to be spooked. We decided we had overactive imaginations, but we tried to make sure we'd turn into the kittens together from then on. A few other things happened to cause me some worry. For example, one day I had trouble opening my front door with the key. In fact, it was almost as if the key no longer fit, so I asked my friend to try her copy. She had the same problem. We oiled the lock and that worked, but I noticed some strange scratch marks in the brass coating of the lock as well. I couldn't say for sure that they hadn't been there before, so I tried to write it off

as just one of those things. A few days later Sally came down with a summer virus, which meant I had to care for the kittens alone for a few nights. I really felt creeped out and hated turning my back to the woods when I was out there. One night there was rustling beyond my porch, and I smelled cigarette smoke. This was odd because I knew none of my neighbors smoked, and I wasn't aware of them having visitors over. I decided to be brave and ask loudly. Is someone there? I swear I heard a masculine chuckle, but nothing else. The next day, I asked my closest neighbors if they'd notice anything or anyone strange the last night.

They hadn't, and they confirmed they would have been in bed at the times I heard those things. I went to the nearest home depot, and I bought a ringed doorbell for their front, and a security camera with a motion activated light for the back area. I installed them both that afternoon. I hoped I was just being paranoid, but I also thought it was better to be safe and sorry, single woman living alone and all that. I didn't receive any alerts on my backyard camera, but a ton on my doorbell one. The clips appeared to be random cars

driving past my house, so I changed the motion detection settings to be less sensitive. For a few nights, I continued to take care of the kittens alone, and I heard some sounds, but the motion lights never activated. I started to think I was just being paranoid. And then yesterday morning, I heard my doorbell ring around 7. I was barely awake and preparing for work. A police officer stood on my porch. Some of your neighbor's cars were broken into last night, but yours looks unjust. Did your doorbell video capture any activity throughout the night? We checked, and it didn't. Probably because I had changed those settings. The officer praised me for having the camera and said it probably

deterred the thieves from trying for my car and my neighbors across the street. He wanted access so they could see previous footage and I gave it to him. I hesitated but told them why I had bought the ring cameras. Upon looking at my door lock, he frowned and agreed it looked like someone had been tampering with it. He couldn't say whether it was related to the car breakings or not, but he speculated the criminal, or criminals, had been casing the neighborhood for weeks, and they'd probably done so at night, and might have realized I lived alone. He said there was no way of telling what might have happened, and I'd not installed their surveillance cameras. He had a forensic officer come by later and dust for fingerprints, but basically they said there

wasn't anything they could do beyond that. A patrol car is supposed to be driving by every so often, but I still have the kittens on my back porch. I think I'll go ahead and move them inside tonight, just in case. So, person I'm certain has been watching me at night. Let's not meet. Amplify your career through training and development solutions specifically designed for federal government professionals, from courses to help you attain or retain certification to individualized coaching services, to programs that hone your leadership skills and business acumen. Management concepts optimizes your professional development, online in-person, individually, or groups.

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on the other end somehow pulled me into this conversation. I don't remember what we talked about or why he was calling, but we talked about an hour. I don't remember anything creepy from that conversation. Well, not that one anyway. Over the next year, he called six or seven times, and each time we talked a bit more, he usually let me talk, all that I wanted. And I told him a lot of things, I don't really know why. Maybe because he was the only person who ever listened to me and didn't blame me for

everything. He was always sympathetic and on my side, my home life was not great. He also had this raspy voice that was slow and soft sounding. For about five years he would call for a few weeks at a time, every three or four months. Eventually he told me that he traveled a lot, and he was only in my area certain times of the year. He also said he worked with kids, but he never told me what he did. He never told me what he did. Over those five years, his questions got more personal, leading to more sexually charged questions. But he had earned some kind of sick trust from me.

And though I was reluctant, he eventually got me talking about sex. By the time I was 13, I knew our conversations were wrong, and I started avoiding the phone, and ever answered if I could help it. Whenever he did catch me answering, he would make me feel bad for avoiding him, like I was his only friend or something, and sometimes I felt he was my only friend as well. Around that time he told me a story of a girl around my age that he had messed around with at a camp or something. How she'd asked him to touch her somewhere. I felt very uncomfortable when he told me, but continued to be nice because I was a little

afraid of making him mad. I don't know why, it just my instincts, I guess. One day, he called and told me he'd seen me that day, walking home from school with my friends and told me what I was wearing. I was thoroughly creeped out now. I was beyond scared. I didn't know why. I didn't tell my dad, who was a police officer.

I guess I thought I'd just get in trouble because of all the stuff that I did tell the guy. Then he asked me to meet him, at a Walmart parking lot nearby my house. I told him I would, but I had no intention of doing so. My phone rang so many times that night, and I wouldn't answer. When someone did answer, no one was there. I pretended like I didn't know anything about it. I stopped answering the phone altogether. I made scheduled times for my friends to call, and I never walked home alone. I never talked to him again. But he did call many times up until I was 16. He would

ask for me. And I'd say that you have the wrong number. And I'd hang up as soon as I heard his voice. But that's not the end. In 2005, I went to college. I was about 30 at the time. I was driving home from class. I was flipping through stations on the radio and a voice caught my attention. I kept listening, and I was certain that it was his voice. I was dumbfounded. It was a Christian station talk show, talking to a guest who was a youth pastor who traveled around. I know it was him.

He even told some stories to the station that he had told me before. I listened the whole way home. Once I got home, I turned it off and I tried to forget about it. After a few days, I thought I should contact the station, but my radio wasn't on that station anymore and I just couldn't figure out which one it was. In 2015, I was visiting my sister who was 20 years older than me. And we got to talking about it. I told her a little and she told me he had talked to her a few times as well. But she didn't know he'd ever talk to me. She didn't know who he was or how he

got her number. I still wonder if he's out there, still praying on young and vulnerable girls or what. I hate thinking about it now. I hate thinking now what he might have done to someone, and I hate that I never told my dad. Even though nothing bad actually happened to me, it did affect me my whole life, mainly the way I am with my kids. No one understands why I'm so overprotective. Even my don't children now, they don't understand.

I don't trust anyone outside my inner circle. And I, I, everyone everyone as a potential creeper. It's kept me and my kids safe, I guess. But it didn't allow me for much living. I live in Alabama, in a town where we have a pigly wiggly in one caution light. It's extremely small, and we all know each other. I was invited to attend a church that was in the next town over, a small congregation for a large church building. Immediately I became involved with the youth group going to every event that they

had. I grew up in a religious household, but we never attended church. Mostly because my father had always had negative experiences when joining local churches, all fire and brimstone being as we were in the midst of the Bible belt. Regardless, I had to test the waters myself. I should have heated my father's warnings. This church was small, and like everything where we we live in the middle of nowhere. The youth pastor left shortly before this incident occurred. I believe he realized how crazy the head pastor and his staff really were,

and left the youth and its already brainwashed and damaged children. The other male members of the staff began running all of the youth functions. The week after the youth pastor left, we came to the Wednesday night service per usual. At the time, I had just started dating my now husband, and we came to the service together. He played guitar for the youth band, and was also heavily involved in the church. When we arrived, the room was extremely dark, with a few candles lit towards the stage, which we all found strange, but no one questioned. We all hung out around the stage, waiting for service to start. My husband was readying for the worship service they had previously practiced for at the beginning of the week. They performed

the worship service as usual. Directly after, the elders of the church came out and sat us all down. We all thought that was strange as well. They proceeded to preach a sermon about speaking in tongues and the other fruits of the Spirit. They explained to us all that we all had the ability to speak in tongues. We just had to unlock this gift from God. Like it was a damn video game. One at a time, they pulled us out of the group to another area of the church. I didn't quite understand why they were doing this, and I started to become nervous as I watched all of my friends walk off,

one by one with them. It was my turn next, and I could see my husband was nervous for me. They also had not called him away yet. My heart was racing, not knowing where the others had gone and where they were taking me. I followed them to an area where I was literally surrounded by adults who claimed to have been speaking in tongues. It sounded like nonsense. As they all lay their hands on me, I get a horrible gut feeling that something is very wrong.

One of the men began asking me very personal questions. Was I a virgin? Did I consider myself pure before God? Things of this sort. The whole time while the others are chanting in their tongues, I admit I was very naive at this age. I was not good at telling anyone no, especially in an adult. But I at least had the sense to know

this was something I wanted no part of. Apparently, I did not participate how the adults expected me to. I would not join their chanting and I came off as defiant not answering their questions. Eventually after some time of being questioned, the adult male began telling me I was the quote, cause of everything wrong in my life, and that there was something wrong with me, cause of everything wrong in my life, and that there was something wrong with me. That I was a problem, and that's why I wasn't speaking in tongues. I abruptly left the circle of adults to go find my husband, once his men are turned into this spiteful rage.

This man was infuriated that I would not participate. Once I made my way back to my husband and I explained what had happened, he began collecting his things so we could leave immediately. One of the elders spotted him and said to my husband, You can't get away that easily. This literally sent shivers down my spine. They wheeled him away to the circle and I was left alone. I

Weighted out in the parking lot for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, he emerged from the church walking towards me and we got in the car and left. I questioned him about what happened and he said he just gave them what they wanted. To this day, I still am not sure what he meant by that. We rarely speak of it. A few months ago, my husband started a new job at a car shop in a completely different

city. He came home one night and seemed a bit shaken. After probing him with questions, I found out that the franchise has their own chaplain that goes store to store to speak with the employees. It turns out the lead male who asked all of us those very personal questions at night is now the chaplain for his store. He has managed to dodge the guy, scheduling his off days on the days he knows that he'll be hanging around the store.

His co-workers always point out how this man always asks about my husband and how he is honestly just a very creepy guy. He hasn't run into him yet, but I can clearly tell he doesn't want to see him ever again, more so than me. It's also important to note that every one of our friends that went to the same church all have been dealing with severe struggles, drug addictions, depression, some have committed suicide. My husband has had his dealings with depression and drug abuse after this incident as well, and now it seems this man is trying to re-enter his life since he has cleaned up and is finally in a better place. As I'm sure you can tell, we never want to meet these crazy chanting people ever again.

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