Radio Rental - Episode 98

Episode Date: November 28, 2025

Welcome to Radio Rental, a mysterious video rental shop with a collection of VHS tapes with TRUE scary stories narrated by the people who experienced them... On today's tapes: >> Last Resort

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you won't be able to sleep at night. You've gone. Radio Rental. Oh, hi, welcome to radio rental. Sorry I had the lights off. I was just meditating. That's the, yep, yep, uh, it's me, Vince, the junior associate clerk. Still have the job.

Uh, Malachi, uh, can you, can you, can you, can you? Can you please jump off my lap? Uh, thank you. You're here for the tapes, aren't you? Yes, I am. What? Oh, here we go. This story takes place around 193, making me about 11 years old at the time.

I'm on vacation. with my mother, my father and my little brother. I grew up in central Victoria, in Australia. In the summertime, we would travel across state lines to the north coast of New South Wales to visit my aunt. It's about an eight to ten hour drive, so we would usually book accommodations somewhere in the middle of the trip to give my dad a break.

from driving. On this one occasion, my mother found an advertisement for a brand new resort hotel. It was situated in really picturesque wilderness. This is an enormous remote area that's dominated by mostly dense natural growth bushlands. We were on our way back from New South Wales coming down into Victoria, and it's the last day of our vacation, so we're coming home from my aunt's place. We finished eating our lunch at the roadside diner that we stopped at, and my parents were checking the roadmaps to plot the course to our overnight accommodation. It looked like the resort was quite a drive to get to. It was about an hour away from any other towns in that region.

And eventually we were driving down a flat, straight stretch of hardtop. In remote regional Australia, it's actually common to drive down these enormous, long straight stretches of road without ever seeing any other signs of life for really long periods of time. And this was definitely one of those occasions. The longer we spent going down this straight road, the more my parents started remarking out loud about it in this bemused way, joking that we might never find the place. Eventually, though, after driving for a while, we found it. You would have missed this turn if you weren't looking for it. The entrance was barely visible unless you were right in front of it.

The left turn took us immediately onto a really rough dirt track. winding through the trees, and after about 15 minutes of following this road in, we arrived at a fence line and gate. We still hadn't seen any signage to confirm that we were going the right way. Sort of felt like someone's private property. We opened the gate, we drove through, and we closed it behind us. And then after following the road in for a bit longer, we came to a clear. In the middle of the clearing, we could see the newly constructed resort hotel.

We parked, and my parents, they got out and they went into the reception building, and then my brother and I sat there and waited. It was very quiet. It felt like my brother and I were the only people in existence, just sitting there in the back of the car. When they finally came back out, came back out and I see them come out of the door and they're walking over the courtyard towards us. I'm expecting for them to just hop straight back in the car and then drive the car

around to our room. They come right up to the back window and my mum bends half down so that her face is level with the window. She goes, there's no one there. Which was really weird. You would think that they were expecting us. We had a booking. We were there on time. You would think that there would still be somebody there. This wasn't past a time of the day where the reception would be closed

or the employees would have finished work for the day. My dad explains that when they hit the service bell, it rang out into silence and no one responded. They began calling out for somebody to come to the desk. Nothing. Complete silence. Eventually, Dad squeezed behind the front desk and peered into the office. It was completely deserted. There wasn't a single person in there.

But the desks had papers on them. Coffee cups. People's personal items had been left out. Extremely strange. We walked next door to the dining hall. Immediately, we were faced with this big, cavernous, empty room with all these empty tables and chairs. So it was very clear straight away that there was no one there.

And we were even able to go into the kitchen and wander around in there too. Again, no one was there. There were signs that at some point earlier in the day, kitchen staff had been there. We could see signs of prep work. We could see half-drank cups of drink. There was even half-finished meals. Where were all the people?

Protruding from the main cluster of buildings were two long wings, and they made up the individual rooms of the hotel. So we walked down, one wing and then back up the other wing. Every room was the same. The door was wide open and there were no people. Some rooms looked like housekeeping had been in the middle of the turndown service because there were stacks of freshly folded sheets and towels,

but they were just sitting there. It was as though the maid had been holding a stack of sheets. and then they just dropped them in a heap on the floor and left. Beds were left right in the middle of being made. Some of them were half stripped, some of them were half remade. Inside some of the rooms, we started seeing suitcases. Luggage must have belonged to the guests that were staying there. They were left in the same manner, half opened,

or sitting upright in the middle of the room, just like the guest had been unpacking for the stay or packing up to check out, and they'd just stood up and left. My parents had actually grown a little quiet. I think that they were starting to think that we might be in danger. I think that they were starting to think

that they needed to make a decision based on keeping us, the kids, safe. We had found our way back to the courtyard and back to our car. We still didn't find anybody. Dad pointed to a couple of expensive-looking motorbikes that were propped up. He said, The keys are left in the ignition. It's like the Mary Celeste.

I didn't really understand what this meant at the time. until years later, when I read an account of the infamous Mary Celeste ghost ship and its crew that just vanished without a trace. And the day was coming to an end. It was now past 6pm, and it was starting to get dark. I remember this sense of unease had been gradually creeping into my mind, but when it occurred to me that it was going to be. to be dark soon, like dark dark.

The creeping accelerated into a palpable sense of dread. I was really frightened about the prospect of being in that place after dark. My father was inspecting inside of the reception office again, and he discovered the lights wouldn't turn on. The power was off to the whole facility. We went back into the dining hall. Mum sat at a table with my brother and I, while my dad inspected the kitchen again. A wall-mounted phone in the kitchen still had a dial tone

when he lifted the receiver. He and Mum then had to spend some time looking around for a phone book, and they looked up the nearest police station and called. Dad stood there on the phone explaining this whole strange story to a constable who reacted with the same rime amusement that we initially expressed. The constable started paying attention, though, when we explained that all the power was out and that every single door in the whole resort

was either unlocked or flung wide open. Then he went on to explain that being over an hour away, it was going to take them some time. to drive over and check it out. He said that we didn't have to wait for them if we didn't want to. So after this, we got back in our car and left. We drove about an hour to the nearest town and we stayed in the local pub. Mum and dad, they were checking the news for like the next six months

because they really wanted to know what was going on there. And they were certain that sooner or later they would see some clue as to, to why it was like that. But there was nothing. We never found out anything about it. And because it was 1993, it was very difficult to find any information about it.

I've tried to think about this as objectively and as constructively as possible. I don't think that it was a chemical or a fire emergency because there wasn't really any signs of a fire or any hazardous stuff. I don't think that it was bandits because people's valuables were just left lying around.

I don't think that they went bankrupt or anything like that because it wouldn't play out the way that that place looked. I don't know. It's like the people just vanished. It's like the people all at the same time stopped what they were doing and left on foot. I still think back on this night.

I've also attempted to find this resort so that I can see satellite imagery of it. I can find the town we ended up staying in. It's called Coriong. And I can find some other landmarks from the area. But I've never been able to find that long road with the left turn or the clearing or the resort.

Damn, where'd they all go? What if it was a plague? Like, they all died of the plague and then disintegrated. Or maybe they were like abducted by aliens. aliens who wanted to study study people from Florida that was a Florida accent

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Let's do another. The day started off like any other. I was just hanging out in the office, in a house that we're renting just on the computer for the most part. I just ordered some lunch from a takeout place. On this day, my girlfriend was working. She usually works from about 7 a.m. until about 12 p.m. That's the usual five-hour shift that she would do on a typical day like that. Occasionally she does work double shifts and this was one such day. She messaged me maybe about an hour or so into her shift or so saying, yeah, she was doing a double and I thought, okay, fair enough. I won't worry about lunch or anything like that.

I order stuff, I go out and I grab it, I come back to the office, and I close the door because we have cats and the cats would usually come in and try and steal food. No sooner had I sat down and I started to pull everything out of the bag that I heard the door open. I jumped and I turned around and I see my girlfriend standing there. She never comes home when she's doing a double shift because she doesn't see the point. The travel time doesn't add up at all. was extremely surprised. I remember jumping in my chair, because I wasn't expecting her to come home, obviously. And she made this little noise, like an app sort of noise, like she was trying to pretend

to scare me. And I mean, this was on brand for her. This was something she did. And then she just goes off to the left to go to the bedroom. I thought nothing of it. I thought she was just going to go and get changed so we could stay in the office and maybe play a game or two in here. I thought nothing of it. I went back to eating my lunch and I just waited and a couple of minutes passed and I realized there was no sound in the house like it was dead quiet. Now our bedroom shares a wall with the office so you could hear everything that would go on in the bedroom if you were in the office. I get up from the chair then I cross over to where the bedroom is and the doors are left open, completely empty. There's no one inside. I look over to my right and I see that the

bathroom doors closed. So I figured she's just in there. Okay, that's fine. And I just go back to the office and continue doing what I'm doing. Finish eating, started doing a few more things. And then I realized, again, that it's still dead quiet. She couldn't have been in the bathroom. I wasn't hearing any noise at all from the bathroom. So I get up again and I start searching around the house opening doors looking through everything there's no sign of her whatsoever it's just an empty house i hadn't heard anyone leave i hadn't heard anyone come in i hadn't heard any doors open or any footsteps anywhere i go out towards the living room and i look out the window at the front and her car's not in the driveway so she can't be home at all i remember i just went back into the um

into the office and I messaged my girlfriend again saying, hey, that was weird. You came home and then you left immediately after. She messaged me back, dead confused. Well, what do you mean? I never came home today. I was like, well, what? No, you were here. You were home. I saw you. I heard you. And she started questioning me. When she opened the door, she's standing there in her blue button-up uniform, black leggings, the usual sort of uniform that she would go to work in. She was definitely the right silhouette, I guess you could say. She has long, blonde hair, and that was definitely present, because it was recently died, and it also had spots around the top where it was starting to darken as her hair continued to grow out.

She also had this surprised expression that I had become so familiar with, when she made jokingly similar sort of actions, like trying to scare me a little bit. And there was also just her voice. It was high, but not so high that it could be anyone else. All of that altogether, I guess there was no real reason that I can think of that it would be anyone else. It was definitely her.

She was adamant that she had not come home that day at all she was working the double shift so now I'm left wondering what came into the house what opened the door it was like a slow creeping dread that you sort of feel when you realize that something like this has occurred it was me sort of coming to terms with the fact that she wasn't there that she had never been there and I guess it was that building fear that there's something very wrong and in that building unease you just try and reason it you try and make it right i guess the way i guess i i dealt with that was to call out to the house and find that degree of safety security because i mean this is something completely unexplainable you have no clue what's

happened and you don't know if there's something in the house that might be dangerous to you or whatnot. After the fact, I felt so uneasy. It felt like there was something wrong in the house, but nothing happened after the fact. I even tried, like, calling out around the house saying, hey, if there's any spirits or any doppelgangers in the house, just know that you're welcome here. I don't mean you any trouble. But this is my... house. This is where I live. And as long as you don't cause me any trouble, I won't cause you any trouble. And I just went about my day as best I could. My girlfriend came home later that evening and we discussed it. She still seemed dead confused about what happened and a little concerned.

She was like, so you saw someone here today, did you? I thought, yeah, it was so weird. It was 100% like you, it had your uniform on and she asked what it did. And I just said nothing. It just made that little shout noise and then it went off to the bedroom and it was gone, completely gone. And that's pretty much where we left. She asked me a few more questions about what it did, but after that it just never really came up. Since then it's in the past really. We don't talk about it. A lot of people thought it might be a doppelganger, which was my first thought. Generally, when I think of a doppelganger, especially in the deep law of doppelgangers, it's a really bad sign, usually of impending death. Another person, I don't remember the exact name of it.

It was some Norse folklore, I think it was, where it was a projection, it's supposed to project something that will occur. It's sort of like an echo from the future, I guess. another rationalization is it a bleeding over from a parallel universe into hours that seems a little more plausible to me because I'm more logic-based I'm not really I don't really subscribe to a lot of folklore or anything like that what I believe happened was a bleeding over from another universe perhaps a universe in which she did come home and she never did the double shift What I was seeing was another girlfriend from another reality.

Two girlfriends, one an evil doppelganger, one real? Man, I mean, maybe it's just me, but I'd pick that evil doppelganger. Not for any weird reason. Just because, uh, I root for the underdog. and evil doppelgangers need love too, like the drummer from the red-hout chili peppers just like picking him instead of Will Ferrell or Jeffrey Dean Morgan instead of Javier Bardem.

I'm just a really good guy, is all I'm saying. I promise. Anyway, another weird accent, too, right? Norwegian, I'm guessing Norway. Hmm, let's break for ads. At Desjardin, we speak business. We speak startup funding and comprehensive game plans. We've mastered made-to-measure growth and expansion advice,

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Should we do another? Vince! I need some help back here, buddy! Yep. No problem, boss. Coming right back. Oh, well, that's the boss. Duty calls.

Need to go in the back and organize some shelves. That's okay. Yeah, I like it back there. It's quiet. And I can think. Thank you, not dark thoughts. Hey, you dipstick, I need some help. Well, thanks for visiting Radio Rental.

Heading in the back, Malachi, please don't follow me. Oh, good granny. Malachi, you're following me too close. Radio Rental is created by Payne Lindsay and brought to you by Tenorfoot TV. Showrunner is Meredith Stedman. Producer is Eric Kintana. Executive producers are Payne Lindsay and Donald Albright. Guest host is Tony Cavallero.

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