Middle-aged opinion - Prepare for a fright this Halloween night

Episode Date: October 30, 2024

Hello everyone, and welcome to episode 30 today. We are finishing off the Halloween month with the finale. Prepare for a fright this Halloween night. We hope you enjoy it. We have found some really interesting and fun stories about different goblins and goals and some true stories about Demons. And scary stuff

Wow. What do you think of that? What don't you think of that? I think that girl has got everything that she deserves. I've had four sips now. It's too late for you. Too late. It's too late now, love. Right. It's like I'm forgetting what we're doing. The minute I get this week off, babe, I ain't even playing with you, I'm going to have the biggest scratch ever. The biggest scratch ever. It's worse than having a wedgie.

I believe you because I feel a little bit here. I feel like mine's more at the front. I'm taking the makeup off. I'm so excited. I like putting on makeup i don't like wearing makeup i feel like i feel like i can't breathe because it's pre-read you know me so no what did i say listen listen yeah i'd be up all fucking night i'm so tired look at my face i tried my best they sound all right and i did actually open them and i did have a little whoosh through them okay okay okay okay okay

okay hello everyone and welcome to middle-aged opinion i'm your host wow i've had a drink so uh she's still in character of the choker okay and i am emily should i go again and i'm emily or do i not go again? I don't remember. Or do I not go again? Nah. We like that. I don't like that. Still in character. Yeah. This is our finale. Oh yeah.

Finale! Of our Halloween month. We have dressed for the occasion. If you can't tell, I'm a nun and she's a joker. We have done some fun TikToks today as well. And we have decided to have a little bit of alcohol tonight instead of coffees. So not only are we buzzing on caffeine because we have had coffee, but now we've got a we're buzzing

off tiktoks we've had a bright laugh yeah we were getting some strange looks we couldn't work out why honestly don't know i feel like playing in the kids park what was wrong with that feel like we blended in you did yeah um we hope you enjoyed tonight's episode tomorrow when this airs tomorrow will be halloween um and we hope we've chosen some good stories for tonight i'm really itchy but look i'm being attacked under my wig but it's fine it's fine it's so good it's all good it's okay right uh shall i yes yes you should okay so shall i start with the really really long one my favorite one start with your favorite let's yeah i'm just showing you yeah i see you start big okay good thing i'm a full mug of stuff now i don't know if it's a good idea ever to drink or not but i'm gonna try my best i really enjoyed

the story so let's see if you do and if i don't make it it was a good idea to have a drink or not, but I'm going to try my best. I really enjoyed the story, so let's see if you do. And if I don't make it through, I'm really sorry about that. Okay. She'll make it through. Yeah. Right. My grandma used to tell me scary stories when I was little. There's one that I never forgot.

Okay. Okay. Okay. I was 10 years old when grandma came to live with us. that I never forgot. Okay. Okay. Okay. I was 10 years old when grandma came to live with us. It was about six months after granddad passed away. And I guess looking back, she must have been lonely in the big house on her own.

Rattling around with only grief and memories for company. So despite a few protests from my mum, my parents took her in. There were no protests from me, none at all. Grandma was loud, fun and I loved her. She had almost limitless boiled sweets and she'd always slip me a couple whenever she saw me she was always the first to stick up for me when I got into trouble too but it was her stories that I'd loved the best grandma had all kinds of stories stories about growing up in World War two and stories about the things she used to get up to with her friends on the south coast. After her

family had been evacuated, sad story, funny stories and adventure stories, but it was her scary stories that were my favourite. Grandma had lots of scary stories. She told me she dabbled in the occult when she was a teenager, trying out Ouija boards with her friends, tarot cards, fortune telling and all that stuff. Most of the stories I'd laugh off or forget about not long after she was done telling them. But there were a couple that really did spook me a little. little. I was only 10 at the time and have, it's like me, and, and, sorry, I was only 10 at a time, 10 at the time, oh my god, here we go. No, you're good. Yeah, okay, I'm good. At the time, you have to understand, grandma certainly knew how to bring the stories to life. She shut off the lights in my room the dogs coming cookie for the love of saint peter bed bed bed bed yes this is how i get with your one come on i was in the flow girl bed

right she shut off the lights in my room so only the glow of the night sky shone through the curtains and she'd shuffle in real close close enough so i could see her wrinkles on her face and smell her boiled sweets on her breath close enough so her deep blue eyes could stare into mine her deep blue eyes could stare straight into mine. She must have given me nightmares with a few of those tales, but now, years later, there's only one that I can still remember, only one that has stuck with me, the story about the shower and Mr Longfingers. The story about the shower and Mr. Longfingers. Nope. I don't like that.

I'm already freaked. Right, baffling people, here we go. Grandma told me about Mr. Longfingers one night after I asked her about her bath. It's the next boyfriend. I mean, that did come to my mind. First of all, Mr Longfinger. Grandma used to love her baths. She'd spend ages in them, light candles and incense and lie in the tub humming to herself until the water turned carmioso. Such a fucking twat. Listen, I'm in my moment myself rustling up to work. The grandson's telling the story. You better mind your business. The grandson's telling the story. You literally just reminded me of Helen then.

The grandson. Not okay. No. Anyway. Sorry. Humming to herself. Yeah, shut up. Humming to herself and to the water turned cold.

It drove my mum crazy. But when I asked her why she loved them so much, she said it was the only place that she could relax it was the only place where she felt safe to relax I'm reading you know people like me who are well more sensitive to certain things we all have to have bath she told me seriously one night, shuffling closer on the bed, I couldn't possibly spend that long in the shower. It would be far too risky. Grandma stared at me with those blue eyes of hers, unsmiley, and I knew it was time for one of her stories.

One of her scary shorts one of her scary stories I shivered with pleasure and pulled the covers up to my chin why is it risky grandma she half turned to look out the window watching me from the corner of her of her eye pausing for effect. I waited feeling my heart rate pick up ever so slightly in my chest. Well she said after a moment it's only risky if you close your eyes of course. If you close your eyes for longer than 10 seconds what do you mean? Why? Well do you ever play the game in the playground with your friends? The one where someone turns their back and the other sneak up on them when they're not looking? I nodded and grandma nodded back. Exactly. So that's what it's like in the shower.

When you have your eyes closed, that's what it's like with Mr. Longfingers. A cold itch tickled my back. Who's Mr. Longfingers, grandma? I can't take that name seriously. She let out a deep breath as if she wished she hadn't said anything, turned her back to face mine. When she next spoke, she lowered her voice. no one really knows exactly grandma whispered some think it's a creature that is attracted to the heat and the smell we give off in there others think it's a demon that finds its way into the realm through the days of the steam clouds no one really knows for sure because the only one who has actually seen Mr. Longfingers aren't even going to be able to tell you. I pulled in a breath.

Why not? Grandma shuffled closer along the bed and leaned towards me, leaving my questions hanging in the air. Don't worry about it sweetheart don't worry your pretty head as long as you remember the rules you'll be fine what rules well when you're in the shower you try not to close your eyes for longer than five seconds but five seconds is fine and 10 is just about okay but any longer than that yeah yeah then what well any longer than that and you may just start to feel something in your room with you something watching and if you ever go longer than 15 seconds that's when you might start to hear a noise too what noise what noise grandma the soft tap tap tap of his fingers on the glass

Fingers drumming against the glass door of the shower if you do ever hear that noise God forbid will you make me a promise? What grandma what? Promise me you will never open your eyes. I barely slept that night hardly at all I closed my eyes and tried to relax But every time I did I'd imagine a face pressed against my bathroom window staring at me. And when I did finally get to sleep I had nightmares, bad ones. I had them all week in fact. Dreams and I couldn't close my eyes in the dark and miss the long fingers always reaching out to touch me it wasn't any better when I was awake either not really the shower was the worst that's what grandma's story really got that's when grandma's story really got to me I never thought about it before but suddenly I had trouble

shutting my eyes in there I'd be standing there beneath the water shampoo running down my face and as soon as I squinted my eyes my eyelids closed I could hear grandma's words running through my head five seconds is fine ten is just about okay but any longer and then I'd rub my hair fast feeling the shampoo dripping off my chin and as soon as I'd counted to five seconds I'd feel it a sort of pressure not a feeling of being watched exactly but something close to me I'd run my fingers fastly and faster through my hair frantically trying to get the suds out and and rubbing it from my eyes my eyes my eyes stung with the shampoo and I held my breath like a silence before I'd

scream the seconds would rush through my mind and I'd be desperate to open my eyes again. That sometimes I'd do it before and again the shampoo would sting my eyes. But before I shut them again, I'd always be sure to peer out through the stained glass door of the shower cubicle, just to make sure that I was still alone. It wasn't long before my mum realised something was up. She heard me crying out in my sleep one night and came to comfort me, asked me what was the matter and it all came out. I told her about Grandma's story and about my Mr Longfingers. She got this look on her face when I was telling her she used to get with me when I made up something really bad.

Her eyes were wide and angry looking. Only this time she wasn't angry at me, she was angry with Grandma. My parents' room is next door to mine and sometimes if I passed pressed my ear against the wall I could hear them talking in their soft whispers that night though after mum was satisfied I wasn't scared anymore and she she had gone back to her room the whispers weren't soft at all oh no I heard my mum hissing to my dad about grandma after the story she had told me mum's voice floated through the wall sharp and crisp you know what your fucking mother said

to him now don't you simon dad's response was a mutter um she's told him there's a monster that will get him if he shuts his eyes in the shower. A monster. The poor kid has been having nightmares all week. Seriously, Simon, you'd better say something to her tomorrow first thing or I will. Grandma came to visit me in my room the following night. This time, as she perched at the end of my bed there were no stories nothing at all. Grandma just sat there and stared down at me her blue eyes wide and sad. The light from the moon outside my window lit up her wrinkly face. I know you know I'd never let anything bad happen to you, don't you? She said to me.

I nodded my head. I know, Grandma. You know I wouldn't let you come to any harm. I nodded again. Okay, good. That's good. So look away from me for a moment out the window. You know the things I tell you in the evening are meant to help you sweetheart they're meant to toughen you up a bit protect you she paused and shook her head but maybe your mum's right maybe I went too far this time she looked down at me and smiled but even though even though I was only 10 years old I could tell it didn't quite reach her eyes. I'll tell you what, Grandma said.

You know what I told you about Mr Longfingers and the shower? Well, I'm going to make sure you're safe. I'll scare the bastard off. How about that? It won't come back in a hurry if it has to face me. I stared up at Grandma, watched her face glow in the moonlight, watching her smile down at me. I nodded my head once.

I was the one that found her. I don't know exactly what happened, but I guess it was about a week after we had that talk in my room. A week after she told me she wouldn't let me come to any harm. I woke up early in the morning from a bad dream to a heavy thumping sound. I sat bolt upright in my bed. My room was quiet around me and I couldn't hear anything from the wall that adjoined my parents' room. But the house

wasn't entirely silent floating down the hall muffled by my closed door I could hear the sound of rushing water the noise of the shower I leapt out of bed and ran down the upstairs hallway heart pounding in my chest as soon as I reached the closed bathroom door, I started banging. A deep terror was welling up inside me like cold water from a well. Something I couldn't face and I kept banging and shouting grandma over and over again even though she didn't respond. Off to my right I was dimsly aware of the voices from my parents room, the sleepy shuffles of footsteps but before they had a chance to make it out onto the landing, I lifted my hand to test the door handle, more out of instinct than because I thought it might actually open, but the door wasn't locked.

I kept banging with my free hand and swung the door open, bringing me face to face with a wall of steam. Heat struck my skin. I could squint my eyes through the fog and peered into the bathroom. And before dad pushed me out of the way, before everything around me dissipated into shouting and tears and howls, I saw her. I saw Grandma. She was lying naked on the floor in the shower cubicle. The water was beating down around her blue eyes that were open and I could also see the rest of her. One hand was curled against her chest like a dead bird while the other trailed up the glass of the shower cubicle. The falling finger marks she caved through the steam

were still clearly fresh. It was a heart attack that killed her. That's what Dad told me. He said grandma was old and the thing that struck her quickly and suddenly. She would have died fast without pain, dad said, she wouldn't have suffered. I know better. Even though I was 10 years old, I knew better. Years later, writing this as an adult I still know I also know my wife and kids resent me for refusing to have a shower in my house for instance everyone takes a bath they pretend it's okay and humor me but I can tell them that they don't really understand it not at all my wife thinks

she does she thinks that I still carry a trauma of seeing my grandma dying in front of me when I was little she's right in a way but she doesn't know the truth nobody knows and no one would ever believe me if I told them no one would believe me if I had said the reason I don't take showers, the reason I haven't had one since I was 10 years old, isn't because I'm scared of the sight of a dead body. It's because all those years ago, when I crept back in the still bathroom after the paramedics had taken Grandma's body downstairs, I made sure to check the marks

her finger had carved through the steam on the glass shower cubicle and those marks weren't just on the inside the end the end why did you ruin it i'm sorry I'm sorry did you like it that was a really good I loved it I don't know if it's a story or real well as a story it was fantastic all right that's what I felt when I read it I was actually in the bathroom never read that like that I'm on the window I have shower yeah that was really good it was so good that I mean the first, when I read the first part, I was like, fingered, hi, like a two-year-old, because that's what it's like, I mean. Mr. Fingers, Mr. Kit Kat.

If it was a real thing, then I'd never have a shower again. It makes me nervous, because I have a shower. I don't think it is, but... I forgot what I was going to say now. I feel a bit like, well, yeah,

no, I mean, I don't like the idea of someone called Mr. Fingers in my shower. Fingering you. Just being in there for a stop. Me neither. I feel like it's a no.

I feel like there's not enough room for two. I had to find it. I mean, the coincidence of it, I mean, coincidence, whatever happened, that then literally grandma said, like, I won't let him get you, and I'll scare him out, and then literally we play as she dies in the shower. It's fucked up. Yeah, because if you are a boy and that actually happened, that would set you forever.

Yeah. But it doesn't say that it's real, it's not real. It's a great story. It's fantastic. So well written. Shall I Google Mr Fingers? Go on. Shit now.

Let's see. That's a good idea. Ugh. So apparently Mr F fingers is like a DJ top comment says just got a shower with a glass door instead of a curtain and now I hate it oh I'm going with it's a story i'm going with it's a story it's a brilliant really story so good i really enjoyed it really good i knew it was long but i felt like it had a really good flow to it i just needed i was like stay with the flow stay with the flow good it was really good right over to you i enjoyed that right so mine's from Scary Encounters.

So this is someone's real thing. So something heavy was crawling on me while I was asleep. No thanks. It's a lot shorter than yours. I've had a few night terrors that felt a bit strange. The first one that freaked me out was when I was laying on my stomach and my head suddenly felt extremely heavy. I thought I was waking up so I started to lift my head and this huge wave of terror came over me and my face was struck in the pillow I tried to scream because fear possessed me and it felt like there was something staring at me right next to my bed waiting for me to turn my head I know that feeling

turn my head to look at it it was really weird and scary and then a couple nights ago something happened again. I was laying halfway on my back and I felt something shifting on my bed right by my legs. The feeling was very heavy and then it felt like the shifting was starting to crawl up my body to my chest. The familiar feeling of pure fear came over me again and I actually started to cry because in my head I was thinking, not this again. My eyes were closed because it felt like I was halfway asleep. closed because it felt like I was halfway asleep. I finally jerked away after a couple minutes and felt relieved that nothing was actually there. Those experiences were the most uncomfortable. I hope no one else has strange feelings like that while sleeping. Brilliant. I know that feeling.

Like, do you know that feeling of you've woken up, but you are literally terrified stiff. Yeah. That you feel like there's something there and if you turn, it's literally there going to touch you.

Waiting for you to look it in the eye. I've had that feeling. That's why I generally sleep with the TV on. And sometimes if I wake up like that and it's quiet, I've always that feeling. That's why I generally sleep with the TV on. And sometimes if I wake up like that, and it's quiet, I've always got the remote, and I put the TV on so I can hear that, and that kind of brings me out of it.

I know what you're talking about, where you're terrified. Yeah, so there was only one comment, it was saying, I'd say this is sleep paralysis. I was going to say sleep paralysis. I had it happen a lot of times over the years but I always focus on trying to keep to wriggle my toes and fingers rather than focusing on things that that's watching you. Have you ever

woken up terrified and you've got like your arm or your leg hanging off and you're like, slide it back in! They might notice! Like the first thing they're like, ooooh! Right, yeah, I don't like it. It's not very often I'm terrified but there are times where I'm like, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Right. I'm like, where was I right okay it's a short one it's I'm not doing the long one till I finish yeah I have actually got one long one but it is a story yeah sweet right 25 years ago 100% true okay okay um my wife and I brought our first home it was a 200 year old carriage house i've no idea just a

house we had our first child there two years in i woke up because the house was cold and the front door was wide open this particular door always needed a shouldered assistant close as it was tight we had bolts that locked the door two days later the same thing happened I woke up to a cold house and the front door was wide open the next day my wife got a eerie feeling and took my son and left the house she said that there was a smell of something. I called the fire department and they came and confirmed the house had a faulty boiler and we were filled with carbon monoxide. The fireman said you should all be dead. It's a good thing that you have a drafty house the unexplained front

door opening saved our lives and this has creeped me out ever since that's called a guardian angel that's how i feel or a ghost that is generally looking out for them yes oh my god i just got good people that literally waved over when i when i wrote the story i was like and then when i got to the end bit i was like that's cool it's not so much scary more there are evil entities but there are also things out there that are going to protect protect you and i liked it yeah yeah the top comment says be thankful that you have brains in high places who look after you this is a happy story I'm glad that you and your family were able to live what's your I don't know why that's funny but you make it funny for me.

I'm glad you were able to live. Was your wife seeing things that creeped her out or having strange shoes? She was being fingered in a shower. Oh my god. What's wrong with you? It's the week! Right, um... Was your wife saying things that creeped her out or having strange dreams? Or was it just a sense of fear?

Just a feeling. Carbon monoxide has no odour. So it was really weird. Yeah. Really weird it was really weird. Yeah. Really weird. Really fucking weird. Wow. Oh, my God, send yourself. Send yourself.

Okay, no, I feel like there was definitely a guardian angel. I do, I feel like it was a guardian angel or I mean God interfered in that, it interfered. Final destination mate. So then death would be coming for them. Yeah, it's coming. They need some excision. Yeah, very cool. No, but she did smell something but but yeah, there was nothing to smell. I know, it's cool.

Over to you, babe. What did I hear that night? This is on Supernatural Encounters. I want to start off... But you don't. Right. but you don't right i want to start off with saying that i'm a really big believer in the supernatural ghosts and such i had a dream that that night although it was more like a nightmare. I was looking out my window in the bottom right corner. A man was staring at me. I feel like I've had something similar to this. I could read him. Anyway, I freaked out but didn't want to show him I was scared. I tend to have control over my dreams. All I remember him saying was let me in before I woke up in a cold sweat.

As I was gaining my composure and falling asleep again, I suddenly heard the doorbell go off. It was somewhere around 2am. No thanks. I slowly climbed out of my bed I slowly climbed out of my bed, doubting on whether I had actually heard it or not, and glanced out my window. Horrified I would actually see the same man. To my satisfaction, I didn't see anything. I walked out of my room and towards the front door, picking up the bat that sat next to it and held it tightly. Looking out the peephole and not seeing anything I put the bat down and walked away. As I entered the hallway leading to my room the doorbell rang yet again. I was frozen in fear but I went through the same routine, nobody there, but I went through the same routine. Nobody there.

But I went through and made sure every door and window was locked before I went to sleep. When I woke up in the morning and brought it up to my family, nobody had heard the doorbell go off. Not even my older brother who slept in the room right next to the front door. Who, what was that? Brilliant. It's like the things that I've seen like you've seen. It's scary, isn't it? I don't like shit like that.

I don't like it either. If my doorbell was going off. But then I told you about that phone call I've got as well, right? That they could see me do you remember did i tell you no i'll tell you no so and the helen got one literally minutes after as well you didn't say they could see you no they were like the way they were talking knew i was in my house that's right you did you did tell them. And I was on the sofa, and then the dog got up on the sofa,

and they said, oh, is that your dog? But they kept saying my name over and over, like, oh, hi, Emily. But that's impossible. No, because you can't see. That's why it's impossible. But when I told Helen about it, I told her that it was at, like,

I think it was 11.07. And she was out that night, so she didn't answer her phone. But she said she saw the phone ringing, but she didn't answer. But hers was at 11.09. From a no-caller idea. It would have freaked me out. Massively freaked me out. Honestly.

But my phone was dead, didn't it? It turned off, so I didn't even get to sort of... Row with them of row with them row with them no you can't this is what you're wearing get in the shower but my phone went dead

I mean it was funny because I listen to the podcast we've just done as I always do when we upload and all week I've been thinking about the black eyed people the black eyed children that is something similar isn't it to me it is yeah and I've been I can't for some reason I've just been thinking about it and uh that's what you want us to watch tonight isn't it so there isn't a film some like children of

the corn ship that's a. That's a good film. There are so many. I've never watched it. I've started watching Supernatural. Have you ever watched that? No. It's not even that it's scary

because obviously I want to say it's like an up-to-date version of like Buffy the Vampire Slayer. But there's some really fucked up shit on that as well.

But yeah. Anything horror and I'm like into it right oh oh go on no no it's all right okay right babysitter oh it was a tuesday afternoon i got a text that said hey my name is Jessica and my daughter's name is Rose please come to blah blah blah and babysit my daughter for an hour and you'll get 50 quid I decided I'd go I drove over to the house well hang on not even uh who is this how did you get my number I told you it's Jessica Jessica yeah but how did you get my number? I told you it's Jessica. It's Jessica. Yeah, but how did you get my number? How did you... She doesn't care. 50 quid, I'll do it.

Yeah, so would I do it. My... You have a question to ask it. Oh, my God. For an hour and I'll give you 50 quid. I decided I'd go. Barber. I drove over to the house.

The house had flowers gathered all around it. I knocked on the door. A young woman around the age of 20 to 25 opened the door. Oh, hello there. She said, I replied, are you Emily? She said, sorry. She said, are you Emily, are you Emily she said sorry she said are you Emily the babysitter yes I am great come in Jessica she said said shouted I'm in get to the point where almost done with the story Rose came Rose come down here the girl came we talked for about another 20 missing what they sco girl came. We talked for about another 20 minutes. What? I'm going. We talked for about another 20 minutes and Jessica said goodbye and left. For the first 10 minutes, everything was going smoothly until Rose said something peculiar. Emily,

she said, what is it? I replied, if if i wanted could i eat someone i was terrified by this don't you like love rose was six years old six year old girls are meant to like my little pony disney and other things like that so i just said. We carried on for another 30 minutes and then she said, I hate my mum. Why? I asked confused. She always makes me clean up the blood. house but couldn't. After 10 minutes of silence, running around, Jessica came back. As soon as she opened the door, I was relieved to be leaving. She handed me 50 quid and I said thanks. Thanks. Thanks. The only two things I thought when I walked out of the house was, was she a murderer and did she want to kill me? house was was she a murderer and did she want to kill me oh are you going back for another 50 quid for an hour i mean where she's been for an hour who just goes yeah no worries not where are your references where'd you get my number from so you know blah blah blah you're just like yeah, yes yellow pages

Why did you give my number to that fucking weirdo? Can you imagine if you were babysitting issues like can I eat someone like not today? Here's what you mean? Not today. Yeah, not on my watch not today And the other question is she always makes me clean up the blood Yeah, that's weird And the other question is, she always makes me clean up the blood. Clean up the blood, eh? Yeah, that's weird. What blood? Me, I would be like, what blood? What do you mean, eat someone?

I'd be all up in her business. I would never be going back there. Ever again. I mean, kids are quite creepy. Yeah. Do you ever... I can't even ask you that. Can't say it. No, I no I was gonna say do you work with creepy kids but you can't even answer that Harry I would say yes do you look good kids actually do you know what I don't know if I've had mmm have I had anything weird not really okay i mean anything weird said would have to be reported anyway

because i think kids can be quite creepy i personally don't think i've ever met any creepy kids annoying but yeah plenty annoying no i don't think i have not creepy not like i wouldn't like to meet them out on a dog fight. Because that's what I mean. Kids are really cute and then you've got kids and you're just like, ooh.

Should we go to a ghost hunt tonight? They must have been having their moment. I don't think so. That's what I'm saying. Like, have you ever watched a horror and these kids? Yeah, it's the age as well, actually. That's what I mean. Age six.

It's not... It's not something... It's not that age where you can be like, yeah, get them on board. Yeah, or... And they'd be able to... Yeah, or an age... Wait through. Yes, that's what I'm saying.

Like, where you're winding up your babysitter. Six is too young to wind up your babysitter. It just makes it even more freaky. Yeah, it is a bit, I don't know how to feel about that. Right. Okay. Okay. Okay.

Oh, God. Okay. It's over to you babe. I'm still thinking about the first kid. Kids are terrifying when they're freaky. You wouldn't automatically... I'm not being funny. I just don't understand why she asked no questions. She just saw like 50 quid and was like,

yeah okay see you in an hour. Did she say how old she was? I can't remember. I don't think she did. She didn't. The mum was about 20 to 25. That's the only age she gave. I wouldn't go back. Yeah, it's a no. It's just a no from me. I don't think I'd go in the first place. I mean, the 50 quid probably would sway me a little bit. Right.

Okay. No. Would. Right, supernatural encounters. Okay. I don't know what this was. Did I just read this one? No, I didn't.

See, where we're at. Every now and then I'm like drifting off. Got one more long story I'm like am I going to be able to do it? I don't know how to rationalise this. I think it was sleep paralysis. Last night I had a really creepy experience. I was dreaming about something normal and then all of a sudden it switched to something demonic and weird trying to jab my ribs with its fingers. I felt the pain and woke up and it was still there. The presence.

It was dark. I could barely see but I could still feel it and the fingers. It was some kind of shadow entity when I was awake but in my dream I saw its face. I managed to turn around but I felt extreme fear and could still feel something behind me. I went under the blanket and tried to go back to sleep. I felt fully awake but then it happened again and I could still feel it there but it drained me of all my energy so I ended up sleeping more than I had planned. Weird. Also the face in my dream was distorted, genderless, black and grey and slightly humanoid but it felt too old to be a ghost. When I woke up it was just a shadow creature by my bed. My mother thinks it's a d jinn. She's Muslim. I am not Muslim and

don't believe in the supernatural but this was a really jarring experience. J-I-N or G? J-I-N-N. I feel like we've looked at a jinn before. Could you imagine? It is, it's a demonic... Actually feeling it jab you. It's Islamic, supernatural beings of Islam. The pre... whatever. It's like a like it's demonic give it did she say she had

marks no just it happened while she was still awake a second time I was like what's going on here and just it drains her they actually made her go to sleep. Yeah, that's so funny. So the very first... You told me today, you told me today. So there is like a thing. So someone said, forced, I'm sorry, you had to go through that. Say it again. forced i'm sorry you had to go through that i'm sorry you had to go through that and it's okay if you aren't religious i have a generic way to help deal with these entities this lady is this person has come up with like some crazy spell stuff that

i'm not going to go through yeah um well you can yeah no no no i'm not it says like what it does and what to do i'm like no no no no um lovely right i'm back in the game the op says thanks for your response even though i haven't been a muslim a very long time, I will say my... You know, just in case, I don't, I'm sorry if I said that wrong. Not to make it religious, but every religious belief and non-believers have like a specific demon that they first think of, don't they? Like I've noticed that when we do these paranormal stuff, it'd be us christians will be like it's a demon the devil blah blah blah and then you've got the muslims that think this and oh yeah but you know i think that about um

religion and demons anyway isn't it interesting that we all have our what happens if it is all just the same thing, good and bad? All the same thing good, but we all just call it different names. And just have a different face for it. I think so. I think that that's everything in life, isn't it? There's a good and a bad, you know, a positive and a negative in everything. Yeah.

Everything. I think that goes along with people as well. You've got really positive people and you've got really negative people. Yeah. But yin and yang, you know, the north and the south. It's interesting. Yeah.

But I'm just, like, just thinking about it now. Like, there's so many different aspects. But, yeah, we've read that before. Yeah, no, I believe believe that i believe they did see something something was there something happened to me actually feel it as well though yeah the presence but actually it's touched them yeah no so no yeah that was i the paralysis thing where you're so scared that you can't move. Yeah. That feeling.

Giving them full control. Like I'm a leg tube. Yeah. But actually feeling something touch me. Yeah. That would terrify me. No. Fuck.

Right. So I'm going to go for my long, long one because I feel like I've had too many sips and I don't know if I'm going to make it through, but I'm going to do my very best. This is another... Excuse me. Excuse me. It's the gin.

Excuse me again. Right. I'm going to do my very best. Okay. Okay. The closet in the door room, 11.13. It's your stomach. You said you'd eaten.

You're a total... No, that was like the bubbles. Oh, the burps. Right. It was the fall of 2016, my first semester at college and my first time living away from home. Me and my best friend Tommy

moved into a dorm room on campus together and life was great we stayed up way too late every night eating microwave food and playing video games and partying with the other students on the floor Halloween landed on a Monday that year but that didn't stop us from throwing a wild rage up. It wasn't a typical party everyone on the floor was in on it. Some people even decorated their rooms to be all spooky. You couldn't walk five feet without running into a cooler full of beer or a bottle of gin. full of beer or a bottle of gin. Parties like this were not allowed but we knew we could get away with it on Halloween. I remember, that's rude, I remember walking down the hallway with Tommy going in and out of all of my friends rooms. One room had a monster munch blasting out while playing drinking games

another was lit with all black lights and a hot box the room was full of vape clouds oh gosh yeah whenever we had had enough of one room we just hopped over to the next one. It was like the college kids version of Trick or Treat. After a few games and a few beer pongs and way too many shots, I ended up crashing on someone's beanbag. I don't know whose room I was in, but they had a cheesy horror movie playing on the TV and I got stuck right into it. Eventually I snapped back into reality when someone started kicking the bingo. There you are. It was Sydney, the girl I sat next to in photography. She lived just a few levels up and I invited her to the party earlier on in the day. Though nothing had been said out loud yet, it was obvious that she had a thing for me and to be honest, I liked her too.

I'd never forgotten how she looked at me that night. Dirty blonde hair tied back into a ponytail black framed glasses and a t-shirt with a purple witch riding the broomstick and light gray denim jacket unbuttoned he really liked her like he remembers that's that's when you know like if a man is like this is what you wore that that is a proper indication. Yeah, he'll remember that for the rest of his life. Yeah. You showed up.

I was still laying down, bent backwards and looking up at her upside down. How drunk are you right now? She crossed her arms and gazed at me with a mock of disapproval. I grinned from ear to ear and chuckled. She helped me to my feet and I was hit with an intense wave of dizziness. After a few minutes of regaining control of my body, we joined back up with Tommy and everybody else for more games. No more drinking for me though.

I was too far gone already. People were constantly coming in and out of our rooms and I started to notice a trend in their conversations they were all talking about room 1113 the dorm room 1113 belonged to a guy named Levi he didn't't have a roommate. It was just him in there and I never found out why. He was a weird one. The kind of guy to randomly derail a conversation into something completely unrelated and something really dark. none of us were very close to him but it wasn't like we hated him or anything um i will admit though if i knew he was going to be somewhere i would make it a point to avoid that

place levi was hosting some sort of haunted house in his room that night I just laughed and said fuck that when Sydney said that's you when Sydney said we should go and check it out she looked up at me how to the know she looked at me with a sad expression on her face but I love haunted houses that would mean to you but it, Emily. And I'll be like, okay, let's go then. Is that what he's about to say? He said, she said to him, you're not too scared, are you? She said with a sarcastic smirk. Oh, Levi. Yeah, I'm terrified. She laughed and we continued our game, but we kept hearing passing conversations about the crazy shit that was going down in Levi's room. I decided to ask Tommy if he

knew anything about it. He told us Levi was charging five bucks for a trip into his haunted closet. Shut up. Haunted closet. Are you for real? Five dollars to go and stand in a rectangle i thought he had he had to be joking i hadn't gone down to see it yet but chase was saying it's fucking crazy man like i guess there's a whole other room connected or something tommy replied the sydney something, Tommy replied. This particularly perked Sydney's interest. A secret room in his closet, Nate, we have to go and see it. The closet is a room, 1113, was the last place on earth I wanted to be. But was so excited how could I say no I pulled out my wallet to make sure that I had a fiver I did because there's two of you going you got paper her too I did she lit up with joy that was my way of

saying I lit up with joy and I rolled my eyes yeah Yeah. Okay, let's go to this creepy closet. Tommy, if I'm not back in 20 minutes, better call the police. He laughed and agreed. He walked down the hallway. We walked down the hallway and found a line of five people waiting outside the door.

And read 11 13. i asked them if they had been through yet but none of them had they all had stories from their friends each story was different and completely unbelievable i just chalked it all up to um in i've got cover is that there's no way levi was pulling off a hollywood level effect in his in his homemade haunted house sydney interlocked her fingers with mine and we listened and gave my head a squeeze my heart let my heart gave my hand a squeeze my heart let my heart gave my hand a squeeze my heart left this was the first time that we had held hands i squeezed back and all the feelings of regret disappeared i remember thinking hey i guess this five bucks isn't for nothing after all the door opened and a lanky dude with an athro came out he didn't say a word but he was visibly shaken and his eyes were white then he just slowly walked

out of the door of the building i don't know what he saw in there but it must have been pretty bad. Two girls at the front of the line exchanged nervous glances with each other and then walked into the room, closing the door behind them. They were inside for about 10 minutes before they opened the door. They came stumbling out into the hallway. One was crying and the other had her arm around her friend trying to console her we were all concerned and asked what happened i don't know she replied the girl was just wasn't the girl who wasn't crying she got really scared by something but i never saw it she won't speak and i don't know what to do. The next three people in front of us went in, one at a time. The first was gone for ten minutes too, but he came out fine.

He actually laughed when he saw us. Pretty freaky shit in there, he chuckled and pointed his thumb back at the door behind him. and pointed his thumb back at the door behind him. Then it was Crate's turn, one of Tommy's many ex-girlfriends. She had gone for less than five minutes... Crate? ...before the door swung open, unleashing an outburst of rage.

What the fuck is wrong with you, Crawford? She looked absolutely pissed. How could you do something like that, fucking freak? Levi peered around the corner. It's not real, Crate. I'm sorry, but she was already storming away. What the hell happened? I asked Levi. Sometimes things just seem too realistic. That's all, it's nothing to worry about. He gave me a smile and was probably meant to reassure us, but it wasn't convincing. Nervously trying to move things along, he shifted his attention to the next in the line colin you're up next buddy got the money actually uh i just realized that i didn't bring my wallet uh an obvious yeah an obvious lie sorry crawford he squirreled after away from the door and then it was just me and Sydney. Levi shifted his glaze to us. I guess that means it's

your turn Sydney. Sydney said bouncing up to the door and nervously excited. I wanted to follow in Colin's footsteps but she grabbed my arm and led me into Levi's room. Once the door closed behind us, I found myself trapped in an atmosphere of pudent aroma, of old takeouts and sweat. A wad of cash was sitting on his bed, surrounded by pizza boxes. He added my $5 bill... It's pretty traumatic. That's traumatic. That's why everyone's so terrified. boxes he added he added my $5 bill to the pile he added my

$5 to the pile and ushered us to the closet I opened the door to reveal a super regular looking closet there were some coats hanging up, shoes on the ground and no Halloween decorations. What do we do, I asked. Step inside and see what happens, Levi replied. I looked at Sydney and she stared back with a puzzled expression. I think she was finally having regrets but it was too late to back out. We stepped inside the musty closet and Levi shut the door, engulfing us in darkness. We stood in silence for half a minute and I let out a sigh. Is this some sort of joke Levi?

No response from the other side of the door. Maybe it's a puzzle, like an escape room, Sidney said optimistically. I don't see how this could be possible, Tommy said. There was a secret room, remember? Tommy likes to talk out of his arse. He probably hasn't even been in there. talk out of his arse. He wasn't even, he probably hasn't even been in there. I can't see a damn thing, but I could hear and feel Sydney fumbling around in the dark and shuffling to the back of the closet, blindly patting the walls. Then she let out a gasp. Holy shit, there's a door. Sidney, suddenly, light poured into the closet. There was actually another room connected to Levi's. It looked like a typical dorm room

with the same exact colour walls, carpet and light fixtures, but it was completely unfurnished there was nothing in there at all this is so weird whose room is this anyway Sidney asked I don't know I guess nobody used it this semester why the hell are the closets connected that seems a bit of a privacy issue maybe that's why Maybe that's why it isn't being used. As we paced around the room, I was expecting a jump scare or something, but nothing happened. I realised that I couldn't hear the music playing from the hallway anymore, which was odd. I made my way to the front door and placed my fingers on the handle and hesitated. It hit me that this was obviously the path to take. Certainly Levi had something set up on the other side of the door to scare everybody who opened it. I lowered my hand and looked through the peephole first

and it was complete darkness. The bastard taped over the peephole. The peephole? It doesn't say that, the peephole. The peephole. What do you think, Crawford? Put on the other side of this thing, Sid. I turned around and noticed that she was staring out of the window.

She didn't seem to hear me. Her full attention was fixed on something outside. I went over to her. Hey, you're right. Then I saw what she was looking at. Out in the field, something was staring back at us. It was dark and shaped was hard to make out but I could tell that it was tall. Its eyes were glowing white and its head looked deformed. We kept on staring at it, expecting it to move or something, but it didn't. That's a pretty good prop. I wonder how he made that thing. Where the hell are we, Nate?

Her voice was shaky. What do you mean? This isn't our campus. My blood went cold. She was right. Why didn't I notice? The window should be facing the courtyard outside and the other building should be visible. All we could see was an open field. I think I'm too drunk, Sid. Let's go back. She nodded, but kept her eyes glued on the figure outside. I grabbed her hand this time and she jumped a little but it broke her tense and she finally looked away and looked at me.

Her eyes were filled with genuine fear and it was so quiet I could have sworn I could hear her heart racing or maybe it was mine. We made our way back into the closet and began rumbling our way through Levi's things. My hand brushed up and down and smooth texture walls at the back of the closet and my stomach dropped. Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck. I became frantic, feeling all over the wall that it should have had a door. The handle was gone. I dropped to the floor, searching for a gap that should have been there, but my hand slid straight onto the carpet. What is it, she asked, but I could, but she already figured out before I said anything.

We slammed our fists on the wall in desperation but nothing helped. We yelled so loud that our ears hurt and nobody heard. After a while we just stood there in silence. Sydney broke it when she began to cry. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. Hey it's gonna be okay. It's just a trick, right? We can figure this out. Like an escape room, remember? I felt her hand shake up and down against my chest and her shoulders became more relaxed. We came back into the empty room and I glazed out of the window again. The figure was gone. Sydney noticed too.

We looked at each other, but didn't see anything. I began scanning the room for some sort of clue on what we should be doing, but couldn't find anything. Not a single thing. I think we need to try the front door, she sounded. I think we need to try the front door she sounded. I gave her a slow nod and I dreadly walked over to the door, having to open it even more now but that is the only thing outside and we must find out how to get out of this room. I checked the peephole again but it was still dark. I placed my hand around the doorknob and began to gently turn quietly as possible. I felt the suitable clicks in my palm and slowly cracked the door open. I peeked through the silver sliver of space and gasped.

I expected to see a hallway but the door led straight to outside. I opened it more to get a better view revealing an empty field just like what we were seeing through the window. No lights, no buildings, no cars, nothing in sight, nothing at all except a tall grass. Sydney pushed past me and stepped out of the door frantically looking around. She stared and I think she was having a panic attack. I tried to tell her to come back but it was like she couldn't hear me. I started yelling and still no acknowledgement. She was wandering out too far and I was getting scared. Finally I stepped out of the door, walked up to her and placed my hand on her shoulder. She let out a high-pitched scream and spun around. When she looked at me, her eyes were wide and her face drained of all colour.

Then she let out another ear-splitting scream so loud my hands reflected back and spun to my ears to cover them. She shot off in a dead sprint and I turned around expecting something to be behind me but there wasn't. What was she scared of? When I turned back she was already fading out of sight. I ran after her screaming, Sid, Sid, come back please. I chased her for a few minutes but it was too dark. I couldn't see anything. The only light source was coming from the dorm room door that was still left wide open. I completely lost sight of her. Scared and confused, I ran back to the door and noticed that it was just a door. I could see into the room, but there was no building on the outside. It just stood there like a portal between worlds. I rushed in, fearing that it would suddenly close at the last second and trapped me into the field but it didn't. I stood in the empty room

trying to gather my thoughts. I hate myself for losing Sydney but she had to come back right? There was nowhere else that she could go. She had to come back. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw something pressed up against the glass of the window on the other side of the room. When I turned my head it scurried out of sight. I could tell that it wasn't the figure from before, it was smaller and shaped differently. Then I remembered the door was still open. I quickly darted over to it and before I slammed it shut I could hear the rustling in the grass growing closer. I locked the door and almost immediately the handle started violently shaking. I screamed and fell to the ground. I fell in terror.

There was a muffled angry moan from the other side. Whatever was out there started pounding on the door so hard that I thought for sure it would break right off the hinges. I scrambled back into the closet and shut the door. I made myself as small as I could, small as I could, cowering in the corner and then began to sob uncontrollably. After a long time, the noises calmed down, but I didn't dare move. I don't know how long I sat there, curled up on the floor. I think I must have lost consciousness at some point because I remember feeling the waking up. I was in the same position but my muscles felt stiff like I hadn't moved for several hours. There were shadows moving under the door now. The feeling of dread washed over me again as I remember the situation that I still appeared trapped in. I stood up and made my way to the closet door.

I pushed my ear up to the wood and jumped when I was met with three gentle knocks from the other side. Who's there? No reply. I don't know why, but I felt completely compelled to be polite and open the door. So I did. Thing on the other side was dressed in rags. Its grey skin shivered and its head was bald. It was like staring at a rotten fruit but in human form. I stepped into the room which looked like it had been abandoned for years now, the paint

falling off and flickering, the ceiling was cracked and the windows were so dirty you couldn't see through it at all. The grey creature bowed its head to me like it was giving thanks then entered the closet that I'd just exited. When the door closed, I noticed there were several more of them waiting in line. They were all wearing similar clothes, old stained clothes, poorly sewn together into cloaks. None of them looked at me. They all kept their heads down and seemed to shiver. I think they were in pain, the way that they clutched themselves.

The small, raspy noises that came from them were all exhales. It reminded me of being sick with the flu. At first I was scared, but then I felt pity. Not knowing what to do I went to the front door again and looked through the peephole. To my surprise the hallway was on the other side. I ripped the door open to discover that the rest of the building was in the same condition as the dorm room. I stepped out and peered down both ways of the hall and then faced the room again. The grey wrinkly things weren't shivering anymore. They stood up straight and revealing their deceptively tall they were. Before they wouldn't even look at me anymore not even in my direction

now they were all slightly making direct all contact cut like eye contact with me it made me feel uneasy i bowed my head slowly like the first one did to me. And then I closed my... I closed the door on them. I'm not sure if that was the right move, but they were creeping me out. They didn't seem to make any objects or they didn't seem to make any objections to me leaving. But either way, I sprinted to the front door

entrance of the building and flung the door open only to be met with more disappointment. It was morning now and all I could see in every direction was endless expansion of grassy fields. I stared at the emptiness for a while, calling out Sydney's name and hoping that maybe she would hear me. I knew that I wouldn't get a response though. I turned around and began to take in the complex of the situation that now filled me and the building. Now it looked like it had been rotting for decades. I decided to go back inside. Maybe those brave things could help me somehow. I don't know. I don't know. I didn't want to face them again, especially after how they were looking at me when I left but I don't know what else to do then I realized that I didn't really or

actually know what the door that it was or where it led to it was a connection to Levi's room I guess and that would make it 11 14. I started making my way back in the direction I came from when I heard movement I froze in place it sounded like something was rummaging through something metallic slowly I tiptoed to the corner and peeked around. The thing that was pressed up against the window last night was at the end of the hallway, attempting to get into the vending machine. I got a much better look at it this time and I imagine will be forever burned into my brain. will be forever burned into my brain. It had human skin and human limbs, but way too many of them.

The way it crawled around was spider-like. Some of its arms were tiny and frail, while others were freakishly long and muscular. Its mouth and eyes were too big for its small bald head and the whole body was covered with dark bruises i got the feeling that it wasn't always this way some sort of terrible thing happened to it something had gone wrong i don't know that it was a horrible to look at don't know but it was a horrible to look at. It didn't seem to notice me so I slowly crept towards room 1114. I got all the way down the hallway and made it to the door without making a sound. I went. I was a lot closer to the creature now but it completely ignored me and carried on trying to get into the vending machine. Gently I began to twist the doorknob but it wouldn't turn. I tried harder and it still

wouldn't budge. They locked me out I whispered to myself. Big mistake. Those creatures heard me even though I spoke so quietly. Its head jerked in my direction and suddenly I was staring into deep black eyes. Neither of us moved for a second, but it lunged forward, a dozen bony limbs scrambled into action and it crept towards me at an unreal speed. I sprinted down the opposite way of the hall and it let out a deep hateful moan as it pursued me. It was gaining on me and I knew that I wouldn't that I wouldn't be able to outrun it. I think I had to think of something fast. I don't think I could specifically fight it. So the only option was to hide. My own dorm room was coming up and I made the split decision to try it.

Thank God the door was unlocked. split decision to try it. Thank God the door was unlocked. I slammed the door behind me at first as fast as I could and locked it. The creature was enraged and threw a tantrum just like it had done the night before. I sat on my bed which was covered in a thick layer of dust and waited for the freakish thing to leave. Eventually it did and that's when I heard something new coming from my own closet. The sound of a radio and chatter. I got up and quickly went to the back. I cried tears of relief when I found another door without wasting a second.

I opened it. I stepped through. Three cops were staring at me like I was a ghost. I was back in Levi's room. The investigators were dumbfounded. They had already searched the closet and everything else in Levi's room and here I was appearing out of it like fucking six hours later they rechecked the closet after I returned but the door at the end was gone me and Levi were brought to the police station for questioning I told them everything and it must have sounded batshit crazy but I wasn't

the only one. All of the other students that went into the closet had already given their accounts. For a long time Levi and I were primary suspects in Sydney's missing person case. in Sydney's missing person case. Did you love it? It was good. It's so good. So, did we find Sydney? Sydney's got a problem.

Sydney, right? There were points where I was like, my brain was like, I'm not, because of the beer. But it was a great story. It was a good story. It was a great story. I'm going to get you onto this, Sabrina. I got a little confused.

At what part? Like, how did he meet? Yeah, I'm like, how did he end up having his room to get through there to come back out into? Because he ran. He was mad. Exactly. Why did he end up in his room to get through there to come back out into... Because he ran. He was mad. Exactly.

The fact that somebody came up with that. The public's run. What a dickhead. Like, does she not watch horror films? And what was that thing with all the limbs? Was it? Was it another universe? So the missing, missing, all the missing people have joined together.

But everybody's come out of the closet except Sydney. So maybe... But everyone's come out of the closet except Sidney. So maybe... But everyone's come out of the closet like ten minutes within. Yeah, and he was gone for six hours. But maybe they ventured out the door and nobody else ventured out the door. Maybe.

And the fact that he had to go through his own room in his own closet to come out of levi's closet is very interesting or did that was a burp for you all or did the others go in go straight to the rooms and straight out the closet you see what i'm saying yeah yeah that's why it's such a good story i'll's a bit bizarre. I'll get you onto the Reddit thing. I feel like I need more information. There is no more information. But it is a different Reddit thread that I found and it's called No Sleep. Great.

And literally everyone that put... and then someone said, I'm super interested in hearing how the investigation is going. Yeah. Yeah. There's not enough information. I need more. There is no more. It's a good story, though. It was a good story.

Is it going to be a book? There are so many good stories on there that I was like well man these people are just, I could never. Very creative. I could never or maybe I could. I mean I could be a singer. You're very creative. See? Okay you are finishing yourself tonight. All right. How many have I done? I feel like I've done like four-ish. Three or four, yeah. Yeah.

Okay, mine's done. Mine's 20 minutes long. My cut! Okay, okay. Right, so mine's... I was going to do a story, but I'm not going to do a story because the stories that I've got are long. Okay.

So I'm going to do a story but I'm not going to do a story because the stories that I've got are long. Okay. So I'm going to do a supernatural encounters one. Like it. A haggish demon with broken legs screams in the corner of my room at night. Yeah, no thanks. Yeah. No thanks. Go and cry somewhere else. This is a burn your house and move situation.

And why are you in my room crying about your leg? Yeah. Go somewhere else and cry somewhere else. This is a burn your house and move situation. And why are you in my room crying about your leg? Go somewhere else and cry about your leg. Hang on, let me read the story before we get all moody with this. With the ghost. But how dare you invade my space? Yeah. That's your leg. A few years ago I woke one night in blood-curdling screams. I have had experiences of hypnotherapy. No, hypnagogic hallucinations. Hypnagogic. I don't know what that is. Hypnagogic. hallucinations in the past, much like sleep paralysis, and assumed upon waking it was nothing more than my mind playing tricks on me. I sat up, moving to turn on my light but it would not switch

on. When I grabbed my phone to use my phone's flashlight, it wouldn't turn on either. When I finally looked at the man, he appeared old and malnourished. His back was turned to me and he was clutching his legs which appeared broken, poking out in unnatural directions. He was screaming in pain, almost deafeningly. I stared at it for a few moments trying to process what it was I was seeing when it finally turned to me. Upon noticing my presence it stopped screaming instead beginning to crawl across my floor to my bedside with its legs dragging behind. No thanks. Once it reached me, it grabbed my ankle. This is when I began to panic. You panicked then? I would have panicked way before. Way before. Way before. Way before. Like 20 minutes before. Yeah. And it felt real and I wasn't sure what to do impulsively i kicked it back

and it fell slowly rising to look at me once again it began laughing then tilted its head and asked me if i wanted it to leave in an almost demeaning manner. I didn't respond and the creature sighed before responding one last time with, okay, I'll leave, and then disappearing. This wasn't the first account I'd had with this creature as I saw it staring at me from the edge of my bed a couple of times before and saw him in my dreams as well. There were also supernatural occurrences between this man,

the apartment I lived in and the apartment I inevitably moved into after these experiences moved into after these experiences though whatever the apparition it was continued through I have the apparition it was continuing to follow me I am unable to find and any information of this man and wanted to know if anyone had had any similar experiences. Oh my God. So this spirit is attached to him. It's going to different places. So it's attached to him, not the building. It makes me feel like it's demonic.

It's mad. Do you want me to leave? Yes, bitch. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Who invited you? So, it's attached to him. Makes me feel like it's demonic.

Wearing him down, wearing him down, wearing him down. He needs like a whole exorcism. Sage ain't gonna cut it. It's like... Sage ain't gonna cut it. It is not gonna help. It's like, when I show you this film later, they are... It's attached to the family.

So it don't matter where you go, that fuck is coming with you. So you... It's like, it's part of the luggage. Yeah, you're like in the fight of your life. You are... You need a fucking exorcism. No, bitch.

That's what you need. Right, yeah. I feel like I was reading for about three hours. Honestly, is it boring? I feel like it's never going to end. Was it good though? It's a good story. It was long.

It was long. I felt like it was long and now I felt like it was really... The first story was like really good. Yeah. But that one felt long. Yeah, it was really difficult and I was like, don't lose it, don't lose it. But a lot of the time I was like, I started to get an ache in my heart.

Yeah, I was like, and I was like, is it still good? And then when it ended, I thought, oh, thank God for that. It was a great story. It could have done with about, two paragraphs could have been taken out there. But I loved it. It was great. Oh, good. But I loved it.

It was great. Right. I feel like that's it. I feel like we are done. It has been a blast. Happy Halloween, guys. Oh, yeah. Happy, happy Halloween.

So when we get off now, we're going to have a few more drinks, do a few more TikToks, and we're going to eat. We have not eaten all day. We are Hank Marvin. Are you Hank Marvin? I'm fucking Hank Marvin. have not eaten all day. We are Hank Marvin. Are you Hank Marvin? I'm fucking Hank Marvin.

I'm fucking Hank Marvin. I've got fucking Hank Marvin. She's about to try my favourite pizza. It's only like £2.50. I'm telling you, it's better than takeaway, in my opinion. It's got hot dog in it. Do you like hot dog? Yeah.

Well, sometimes. It's in the crust. Ow! It's in the crust. It's an Iceland pizza. And then with popcorn and that, I'm about to terrify her right my darling whoa hang on what do you mean what what we what we're watching horrors you what what have you picked well there's there's like the conjuring and that i mean i have everything for conjuring i feel like you need to watch the conjuring one at least that's

probably the worst one though isn't it it hasn't got none in it all right that's fine or there's annabelle i think i've no no no she was about to go i think i've seen that i'm lying no i haven't so you don't want that the annabelle doll for a present no because there's there's a shop that my boys love going in and like a comic yeah i can't remember it's called but it's a comic store and they love it and the guy's really great in there like he's awesome and the that he has in this store it's like a full life full full-size annabelle doll yeah but you know that and chucky doll but you know no no no no you know the actual annabelle doll was actually just a teddy red doll thing it wasn't the annabelle now so the annabelle doll now the china doll face type no even cuter

just like you know um those big chubby cheek dolls when we were younger cabbage patch kids kind of but we're just so fucking scary but with just a fabric face i mean now i wouldn't have a doll and i'm glad i didn't have a daughter because now after watching annabelle she wouldn't have a doll but her her whole... I don't even want... They are... They're... Actually... They're faces in your phone.

They're actually... I've got Princess Diana, Lady Helen is the purple one. They're worth a lot of money. They're those dolls you buy, but... Oh, my God, that went right in my eye. But they were actually... I inherited them from my grandma. The 1920 green one I got for Christmas.

I think they killed your grandma. It was old age, 100%. Then the 1920s is from Sue's mum who died. They've all come from dead people. See that white figure up there of the man and woman wedding? Yeah. That is from my wedding present. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Then the and woman wedding yeah that is from my wedding yeah yeah yeah then the angel up there that is from linda and the creepy bitch in the window oh she is i got so those two is what my mum got from her mum when she died and then when my mum

died i got them see now you can't even slag them off i'm glad the clowns are on though clowns are outside outside the window waiting for you to go to sleep um and yeah that's kind of it really and then the rest of pictures it actually means my face there is just a lot of faces in here that's all but buddha eyes he's sleeping though yeah he's sleeping this eye will if you die i'll be able to show the police exactly i'll be like tracking game it'll be looking over there yeah that when that happens i'll be like here and it'll be like annabelle came and uh because i thought it was a present yeah but you just brought me loads more faces there's no there's no faces on there which is

even worse worse there's like they got me a present my girls got that present for yeah well you all did today they i said they my girls got me a present for my 20 wedding anniversary that was right in it and they put they put the cats and the dog on it it was very cute but we're actually going yeah right ladies and gentlemen enjoy your halloween festivities bye