Radio Rental - Episode 20

Episode Date: November 5, 2021

On today's tapes... >> The Guest > The Closet

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asking about Malachi and why he doesn't travel with me, navigating the rock star lifestyle of late-night paranormal AM radio. Well, that's because Malachi's home is here at Radio Rental. Getting him out of here is harder than giving him his bubble bath. Truly, I think he has agoraphobia or something. He literally won't go outside, ever. That's okay. We have installed several systems here to keep him fed and cleaned.

I can also communicate via walkie-talkie when we can't be together. Malachi, come in, Malachi. Just hold on for a second, it takes him a little while for him to get his little pause over the... Oh, I read you loud and clear. Good work, Malachi. No, Malachi, you've had too many. Do not become addicted to pumpkin spice lattes. They will take hold of you and you will resent their absence. Malachi likes the pumpkin spice lattes, but like many this time of year, he overdoes it. He won't even touch his kibbles in the fall unless I drizzle a little pumpkin spice powder over them. What a diva.

What? How dare you? Someone is very full of themselves today. You say that again, I'll sprinkle pumpkin spice over your rotting corpse. Sorry. Well, enough of this. You're here for the tapes, right? Roger that. Well, then tape number one, commence.

I was a sophomore in college. I was a neuroscience major, so it was pretty stressful. I was friends with her and another girl who I'd known since high school. They had a car, so they would drive up to come see me, and we would hang out fairly often, like a couple times a month. They called me when I was studying for one of my neuroscience exams and asked if they could talk to me. They had been kind of secretive

about whatever was going on in their life, which was weird because we were all best friends and we knew each other really well and we hung out all the time. We had these weekly phone calls where we would be talking for a couple hours at a time. Sometimes they would get really freaked out on the call and be like, what was that? Oh! Just kind of like jump and I was like, what? And they were like, did you hear something? and I was like, what? And they were like, did you

hear something? And I was like, absolutely not, no. And then they kind of like brush it off and like keep talking. I was like, do you need to go check it out? They'd be like, no, no, it's fine, it's fine. You know, they're living in a shady apartment complex. We're all in college, we can afford anything nice, so it was just kind of like shitty apartment complex for other undergrad students. So maybe they heard something funny in the hall. They finally called me in early October, which was fairly normal, but what was not normal

was the time they called me. I was studying. It was like a weeknight. It was pretty late too. I think it was like 10 p.m. because I would spend really late nights in the library on campus. They called me and they were like, We just got really freaked out. We need to tell you what's going on and we need you to come up here and explain it to us.

They knew that I was really skeptic. Very logical person who had rejected religion from a very young age and rejected spirituality and I was a neuroscience major like I was very logical and they wanted me to come explain what was happening. They told me sometimes the doors slam by themselves and I'm like that's normal did you open up another door that's a draft's normal. Did you open up another door? That's a draft. Like, whatever. No, you don't understand. Sometimes we're just sitting in our rooms, and the doors will completely slam shut on us.

Nobody's moved, no other door has been touched, no windows are open, and it just happens. And then sometimes it'll happen where when we're in the living room, the door will slam shut and it will lock, which is very weird because in order to lock their bedroom doors, they had to use an electronic key that they tap on the door and it opens for them. I was thinking, okay, electronic issue. Sure, the door slamming by itself is kind of scary, but it's not abnormal.

Okay, well, sometimes it does that, and then when we open the door, the entire room is messed up. Everything's moved around, and our stuff is missing. Like, our phone, if it was in the room, will be gone. Sometimes our keys will go missing. Sometimes our keys will go missing. Sometimes our keys will switch. The key for one of the rooms will end up on the other person's key fob, but because they looked identical you wouldn't know until you went up and tried to open the door with it. They were kind of like rushing to explain stuff on the phone. They were

like, can we please just drive up and come see you and explain more? Man, this is like such a cool story, whatever's happening, like I'm curious. So yeah, come on up. So they came up, we went out to dinner. They just started revealing more and more and more. Some of the stuff happened when they were out of the house, so they would come home and things would be rearranged. Okay, somebody is coming in there and messing with them. Maybe a copy of their key was made by one of the staff. Then they told me, sometimes the TV turns on by itself. It would open up the YouTube app and it would play a video

that had to do with something that was happening. Currently, either in the conversation or somebody would walk in the room and it would play a video that had to do with something that was happening, currently either in the conversation, or somebody would walk in the room and it would play a video that had their name in it. Theoretically, to explain this, somebody has to have eyes on your apartment, eyes inside of your apartment, is able to manipulate your Wi-Fi

and hack into your Roku account and cue these YouTube videos to play at a certain time. It would take a lot to set up. One of the scarier things that happened was one night they woke up to the TV blaring, Come Out, Come Out, Wherever You Are, which is a song by Frank Sinatra. I am shaking. Like, it's honestly shaking. It is exactly 3 in the morning. Oh, my God!

It was just blasting on the TV at full volume. When they exited their rooms, the breaker had been switched off, so they couldn't turn on the lights. So they're trying to flip the switch, and the lights aren't coming on. They're having to shuffle down the hallway to the breaker box to, like, turn the lights back on, and at that point, they called the police.

They were really afraid that somebody was coming into the apartment at that point and maybe messing with them. At first, I just thought that they were being kind of, I guess, silly. I was a little bit dismissive. And they definitely were like, "'You're being an asshole right now

"'for being this dismissive towards us "'cause we're really scared.'" I guess that was really the trigger for me when they explained, like, "'Listen, you can't make fun of us because like we're really scared and this is a really scary situation that's happening. That's when it became more like, okay, I'm still intrigued and I'm still interested to see what this is, but I'm also a little bit wary and a little bit scared myself now if

they're so scared. The easier theory is somebody's messing with you, but that's also the scariest theory and that's really terrifying for somebody to come into your apartment, mess up your stuff, steal your stuff, hide it, turn on your TV. There was also a very scary theory for me which was that they're making it all up and they're just trying to play a prank on me and make me look dumb or whatever. But I never really thought that they would ever do that. First of all, we were all very close.

And second of all, they had video of everything. Definitely the most jarring video was of the police coming into their apartment with like their guns drawn and checking for intruders. The idea was that I would go to the apartment, I would experience it, and tell them what I thought. Things would calm down on Mondays and Tuesdays, start to get a little weird on Wednesday, and be super crazy Thursday, Friday, and Saturday.

It happened on such a regular basis, they knew something was going to happen. I went on a Friday night, which is one of the worst nights. As a neuroscience major with a background in psychology, I was like, okay, I'm priming myself to be scared. Right now, I am setting up the stage for me to be scared and to expect scary things to happen. So I'm going to be very. Right now, I am setting up the stage for me to be scared and to expect scary things to happen.

So I'm gonna be very skeptical going forward, and I'm gonna still take everything with a grain of salt, and I'm gonna try my best to be unbiased. I wanted to know exactly what was happening, and I wanted to help my friends. So we pulled up, and it looked like every other shitty apartment. It was very typical looking and not at all like a scary setting.

Definitely wasn't like your old haunted house. They thought that it was definitely paranormal, whatever it was. I was planning to go to ACL. So I had like $300 in my wallet. I just remember having like all this cash on me and being really nervous. I was very protective of my wallet. I was like, okay, I got to keep this within my sight. I can't lose this much money.

I had my study stuff, so I was like still in hard classes and it was like in the middle of midterms. So I went into one of their bedrooms and got out my stuff and she was watching a kdrama. I got up to go to the bathroom. Even though I was very protective of my wallet, I was like, I'm gonna lay it on the bed where I can see it. It's gonna be on the bed right here. I'm gonna come back, it's still gonna be there. So I go to the bathroom, I come back, it is not there. What the fuck? Where's my wallet? She just got really scared at that point. She's like, what do you mean where's your wallet?

It was right there, I saw it, I was here. I remember seeing it and I did not take it. I wouldn't think you would take it but obviously I'm still very upset that it's gone. So we strip her whole bed, we're like looking for this thing and we just can't find it. Eventually she's like, listen, okay, I know you're freaked out and I totally get that.

Just calm down because it's gonna reappear. It always does this, it always takes something and then it'll reappear by the end of the night. So don't worry, it'll come back. Okay, whatever, like I'm gonna try to let this wallet thing go. So I'm going to go get a drink of water from the kitchen. Again, I've never been here. I just walked up to a cabinet that was next to the sink, thought the glasses would be

there, opened it and sitting on the shelf right in front of my face is this mug that I owned. It was my mug. It had a cat face painted on it with like some flowers around it. That was my favorite mug. I used it almost every night. Like it had been in my apartment the week before.

They had not been in my apartment for several weeks. I just go, what the fuck? Logically, it wasn't possible for that mug to be there. What is it doing here? It is such a weird feeling to see something impossible. Of course your brain tries to think, maybe they somehow got into my apartment and took it. All of the options are turning out to be very illogical.

I held onto it and I shoved it in my backpack. I'm just thinking like, nope, no, I don't want to even process any of this. Like, I'm starting to get worked up. I can tell I'm starting to get worked up. I'm just going to experience what's happening and try not to pick it apart too much because I am just losing it a little bit. I was around 11. We were getting ready for bed. They went to use the bathroom and their door slammed shut and locked itself so they couldn't

get back into their bedroom. And the door that had slammed shut and locked itself just kind of like slowly swung open. I think they were all kind of desensitized at this point. I'm like still shaking from adrenaline rush, still not understanding what's going on. Very upset that I can't explain what's going on, except with these horrible different scenarios going through my mind.

So I try to go to bed and I can't. But I remember just seeing the alarm clock tick over and it's 3 a.m. and in the hall I hear the buzz of the TV turn on. The Frank Sinatra song started blaring, come out, come out, wherever you are. It is so scary to be in a dark room and to have something just turn on by itself and start playing the creepiest song. I just remember being like, hey, hey, get up, hey. And so finally she wakes up and is like, oh, what's happening? Okay, yeah, yeah, whatever.

This happens all the time. So are we gonna go out and look? And she was like, yeah, I guess so. We come out and they're filming on their phones the whole time. And so she's recording. We're walking down the hall. The only thing that's on is the TV

and now it starts playing Simon and Garfunkel's Sound of Silence. Oh my God, thank you. Oh my God! Oh my God. It's Swingy. It's fucking Swingy god! Oh my god. It's swinging. It's fucking swinging. It's a chandelier!

One of them, like, rips out the TV cord to just unplug it and shut it off. We go back down the hall to turn on the lights. When we turn them on and turn back around, we can see the kitchen and there was a chandelier light fixture above the kitchen table and it is just swinging around on its own. It was orbiting in a smooth circle by itself. And not like a gentle breeze, and not like somebody tapped it and ran away. No. My worldview up until then was very scientific and explainable and logical,

and now I'm seeing something that is defying the laws of physics, which is an object that is at rest, will stay at rest. The fight trigger kind of went off in me and I just started saying, okay, let's clean up everything. Let's just move past this. I can't explain that, so we're going to move on. And so I just started cleaning stuff up. I started rearranging the furniture. One of the chairs had been moved, so it was sitting in the hallway like it was staring down at us. They had like this decorative sign that was usually on the table

and it was moved up to the cabinets which were all open and my wallet was there. I don't think I slept very much. I think I got maybe like an hour of sleep. They drove me home at like 7 in the morning whenever it was light outside. I just broke down. Like that whole morning was awful. I called my mom. she's Cajun.

She was like, I'm going to send you smudge sticks, you need to sage that whole apartment. You need to salt all your windows. I was like, you know what? Crazy thing happened, crazy solution maybe. When I got home, I put the mug in a salt ring on my counter. It was like a way for me to check check like, okay, it's still there. It's still where it's supposed to be. So I had mentioned it was ACL coming up. They came over to hang out because they were there for ACL as well. They came into my apartment after the shows

had all ended. So it was like probably 10 PM or whatever. My room is like the first door on the right. Everything else is like down a hallway to the back. And they had gone immediately from the front door to my room. Every time I got home, I would check to make sure it was still there and still in that circle, and it always was. And so I had checked that night, and it was there. It was in the circle, all good. Both of my roommates were asleep.

We were just trying to be quiet and not disrupt anyone. So we were talking for hours and hours. And I finally get up to go to the kitchen. It had been moved out of the circle, like, two feet away. Nobody was up. We were all in my room. My roommates were asleep. Another impossible situation.

I lost it again. Was crying, was screaming. Barged into my roommate's room and woke her up screaming, like, oh my god, did you touch the mug? She's like, no, what are you talking about? She's still sleeping. I was just crying, and so she just started to comfort me, but she was obviously very confused.

So they left, and they never came back to my apartment, and I never went back to theirs. We still hung out, but just not inside of a space. Eventually it just is over, like no big conclusion, no understanding, no revelation. It just stopped. Personally I call it a few different things. I either say it was a poltergeist, which is like the paranormal explanation for it. I hate that explanation though. Mostly I just like to think of it as something I can't explain, because I don't think that there is an explanation that I will like or that I will believe.

It's just something unexplainable that happened. Ah, the old poltergeist. Tell me something. What is it about chandeliers and spirits and ghosts? Why don't they gravitate towards wall sconces or floor lamps or, I don't know, refrigerator bulbs. Anything but chandeliers. It's always the chandelier yawn. And now a quick word from our sponsors. Have you ever been to a Home Depot or a Lowe's or a Pop's local hardware store and thought, these tools just don't match my sparkling personality?

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It was a two-bedroom apartment, really small and dinky, We had just recently moved into this new apartment. It was a two-bedroom apartment, really small and dinky and kind of in the middle of nowhere. It was kind of like an hour from basically anything, my friends, school. I was feeling pretty isolated, just kind of stuck home all the time. I started noticing some strange things happening around the house.

There was a day when I wanted to make a sandwich, and I had just bought sandwich stuff a few days prior, and I went to go make a sandwich, and all the meat was gone. It wasn't in the trash. It wasn't stashed somewhere around the house. I remember that clearly because I had gotten ham, and my mom doesn't like ham, so I knew that she hadn't eaten it. I was like, did I just sleepwalk and eat all the meat? I had bought a specific brand of chips, and they were gone way too fast.

My mom was at work all day, so she hadn hadn't eaten them and I hadn't eaten them so it was just like weird stuff like that. It was just little things and then I went to bed like normal. Well at first I thought I was dreaming so I would be laying down going to sleep and this scratching would just start up. There was a couple times it happened when I was wide awake. I was like reading a book or watching something and it would start up. I think I avoided thinking of anything paranormal. It was definitely an odd sound and so I was like, what is going on?

My bed was against one wall, the scratching was on the wall across from me kind of where like my closet and everything was. The window wasn't very far off of the ground. Maybe something had gotten in when I left the window open. I thought that maybe something had gotten trapped in my closet. She never really heard the scratching I would tell her about it and she's like, oh, there's animals. We need to get, like, an exterminator or something.

Call the landlord. We assumed it was rats or some sort of animal was trapped in our walls. Like, it was just, like, a singular scratching sound, like a singular animal. Raccoon or something, maybe. So one day, I think a couple weeks after the scratching sounded, I decided I was going to go through my closet and start pulling stuff out.

I was going through my closet, I was pushing clothes aside and pulling bins out, and then I saw this metal handle sticking out of the carpet, and that's when I remembered that we had this crawl space that I had avoided since we moved in. Because, of course, crawl spaces are scary and I was imagining all these horror movie type things. So I immediately thought that the crawl space was where the sound was coming from, that an animal had gotten trapped there, that maybe the crawl space had led out to under the apartment or

something. Right away I realized that this is must be where the sound is coming from and I actually wrapped my hand around the handle and was about to open it, but my gut was just screaming at me. Like when you're watching a horror movie and the lady's about to walk down into the basement or something and you as the audience are screaming, don't go down there, you're gonna die. It was like my gut was the audience in that moment.

It was like, don't open that. I left it alone and I waited for my mom to get home and that's when I showed her it. I brought my mom into the room and I was like, I think it's coming from here. We need to hire a person to come clear it out, whatever needs to be done. And then going to sleep, laying on my back and I woke up to this sort of rolling sound. It wasn't a scratching sound. It took me a few minutes to register that I was even awake.

You wake up in the middle of the night but you're not startled or anything. You're just like, why am I awake right now? I realized that I was awake and I was like, what just woke me up? It was my closet, and I could hear it rolling. I woke up in the middle of the night and realized that there wasn't any scratching, that there was this new, different sound. I heard this rolling sound, and I was like, that sounds like my closet. But there's no reason that a sliding door would slide open on its own.

I was very scared. I started building it up in my head that there was a monster, something crawling out of the closet. I mean, it was pitch black, so I had my eyes open, and I started imagining all these scary things coming out of the closet. I wasn't really having any logical thoughts at this moment of what the sound could actually be. And I'm still half asleep at this point, so I'm building it up.

And I know that the only way to stop having these thoughts and stop imagining things is to turn the light on to be able to see what it actually is. I prop myself up on my side. I had to count myself down because I was freaking myself out so much about, you know, the monsters in my closet, and I counted to count myself down because I was freaking myself out so much about, you know, the monsters in my closet. And I counted to three and flicked my lamp on. My eyes immediately went to the closet, of course, because that's where the sound was coming from.

There was a man. He had the door half open, and I could see half of his entire body. I locked eyes with him. I froze. I was taken completely out of a deep sleep, and now I'm staring at a stranger in my bedroom, in my closet. He had dirt covered all over his face, and he looked unkempt. We were both just, like, staring at each other, trying to gauge what the other person was going to do.

Was this man going to attack me? Like, what were his intentions? Thought maybe I was hallucinating, so that was part of why I froze. We were just staring at each other for a few minutes. Definitely going through fight or flight mode, and my mind was saying flight, but I was completely locked in place. I was just like stuck staring into this guy's eyes. I was starting to hyperventilate at this point.

I have an anxiety disorder, so I was starting to have a panic attack. I was starting to make some noise myself. He actually started to move and respond to me. Once he moved, I knew that it was real. He lifted one of his fingers to his face and that kicked me into full flight. Like I was no longer frozen because him moving made it real. I was no longer wondering, am I hallucinating or dreaming? I sprinted out of the room.

I had to sprint past him to get through my door. I just ran as fast as I could. I wasn't really focused on avoiding him or pushing him away or anything. I just was focused on getting out of the room as fast as possible and hoping that he didn't try and grab me or anything. And I ran into my mom's room and woke her up. I shake her awake, and the only way I can explain it to her is that there's someone broke into the house, that there's an intruder in our house. So she calls the police, and we don't go back inside my room. The door is just a little cracked open,

and we wait for the police to arrive. They do come sometime later and the man is gone. There's essentially no trace of him. The police were not very helpful. It felt like they weren't really taking it seriously. There was no immediate danger, so it felt like they weren't really taking it seriously. There was no immediate danger, so it felt like they didn't really care. Basically, they came in and looked around,

and they didn't find anything. So they come and take our statement, and I describe the man to the best of my ability. Everything leading up to this, the scratching, the crawl space, and the fact that he was inside my closet, I was sure that he had been inside that crawl space. Somehow he had gotten in there. Kind of felt like they weren't believing me that there was a man in my closet. Obviously I wanted the police to believe that, but it's hard to believe that someone is squatting underneath your floorboards.

They didn't believe me and that was really frustrating. Few weeks after the man had left, I did go inside the crawl space and there was tons of garbage, like tons of food wrappers. There were some wrappers that I recognized. Opening that crawl space and seeing all this garbage and actually coming across that meat, there was still meat left in it. Garbage from our house, from our cabinets and fridge. When I cleared out the crawl space of trash, there was like markings on the wall, like he was scratching the walls in there.

It looked like to me like tally marks. When I recall the scratching, it was very slow, and like I said, it was a singular sound. It wasn't like lots of scratching. It was like, yeah, like someone was etching into a piece of wood that was proof to me that he had been living in there i don't know how long he was under there how many conversations did he hear did he hear me

i'm dancing in my room alone to music you know how much did he hear that day when i was about to open the crawl space and my gut said, no, I'm glad I listened and didn't open the crawl space. If he had advanced on me, if he had attacked me, would I have been strong enough to do anything? Would I have still been frozen in place? Looking back on it, the scariest part was just knowing that there was someone there

listening to us or maybe was that the first time that he opened the door and was watching me sleep. That was the same night that I showed my mom the crawl space and said, this is where I think the noise is coming from. So I think that he was trying to get out that night. He had heard that we were going to open up the crawlspace and look inside, and he was trying to leave. I don't know what would have happened if I had opened the crawlspace and he was in there at that time. Crime Writers On is the podcast where authors and journalists talk about the latest true crime series, documentaries, and podcasts. Thank you. Or not. And stick around for the Crime Writers Thumbs Up, Thumbs Down Reviews.

It's the original true crime review podcast. Crime Writers On, wherever you get your podcasts. Like probably right here. Well, what did you think of that one? Oh, so creepy. So scary. Can you imagine? And perhaps, listener, you're thinking, well, what about you, Terry? Well, yes, sure, I've camped out in random houses before, but I always made sure they were empty first. I'm not a monster. Malachi, no one asked you.

God damn it, Malachi. Malachi? He really does get quite cranky without his pumpkin spice. Pumpkin spice dependency tears families apart this time of year. People don't talk about this enough. Well, that's all the time we have for today, but please come back again next time and spend spooky season with us here at Radio Rental. Malachi.

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