Spooked - Cedar Hills

Episode Date: November 15, 2024

15-year-old Couita and her family move into a rental house in Cedar Hills, Texas. As soon as her Dad leaves on a work trip, a stranger moves in to keep them company.Thanks to, Couita Nucosse, for sharing your story with Spooked.Produced by Chris Hambrick, original score by Nicholas Marks, artwork by Teo Ducot.Watch and listen to Spooked... you can subscribe on YouTube for our scary stories. Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

I stole her lucky charm, which made it cursed, because that's just the way it works, and all I touch goes bad inside. I've tried, but some things you must abide. That day, I vowed I'd see her end. So I placed the cursed charm right back again. Listen to spooked. Stay.

My grandmother's house. Near the corner of Kirchville and Fisher Avenue, Detroit, Michigan, every single one of us. Her dozens of grandkids, we still call it Grandma's house. But my grandfather lived there too, long after she passed, but it's still Grandma's house. And I've told you about this place before, because it looms so large in my mind. My first memory was there. I still recall the gunfire, the screaming, my first hiding place, hoping no one would find me under the stairs. The first time I saw a house burn, the Perry's place right across the street that night,

watching the entire Perry family standing bewildered in just their underclothes, orange flames consuming the little bit they still had, and I was in Detroit recently to visit some cousins. and together we decided to drive by the spot the spot where everything happened grandma's house so tiny now to my adult eyes so raggedy so pitiful just one of two houses

still standing on the block the rest the entire neighborhood long ago condemned and torn down by the city as part of the blight abatement program my grandmother's house has someone's car in front of it, someone that is not us, there are lights on, somebody in the kitchen,

and at first it makes me wonder, but it makes me angry. Who is that inside my grandmother's house? Dare they? This is the closest thing we have to sacred land. So many stories inside this A-frame. This belongs to us, to me, and I know we owned it once.

Why don't we own it now? And then, from my cousins, the story spells out. They tell me for the first time that our sacred tract of land, our hallowed brown. After my grandfather passed, it was traded away to a drug dealer in order to clear a debt to save a life. And whose life is a story for another day, but we transacted it away so that we now have to stay. and outside looking in on tiptoes. He's trying to get a peek inside. If the house somehow knows we've returned

because stories are ghost. And this spot hunted for us, with us. Instead of anger, I feel pity for whoever lives there now and I wonder if we should tell them, if we should warn them, why you still can run away because this place takes her offerings in bed. Instead, we snap pictures to remind us that it happened.

Then we get back into the car and we drive away. And her parents and her seven siblings, they're looking to make a move away from their home in Grand Prairie, Texas. They think perhaps this next rental house might just be the spot. It's got four bedrooms. It's got a huge patio. A field for the youngsters to play in. but, you know. There was an incident that happened

at our family. My brother passed away. We had a lot of emotions in the house. So my mother wanted to get us all a fresh start. She found a town called Cedar Hill, Texas. It was a nice community. The school was good. She wanted my twin brothers

to continue sports and band and to graduate from the high school there. My siblings were very close. We were the kind of kids that went outside 8 o'clock in the morning and then come back home until 5 because we were out playing. There were kids all over the place. In fact, I knew everybody in that whole little section of neighborhoods. We played football, we run around in the neighborhood. We have a good time together.

But I am very close to my baby sister, Nita. Nita and I are the only girls out of all boys. We were living in a house for a whole week. Then my dad had to take a run. My dad was a full-time truck driver. My dad had to pick up glass in Canada. He was going to be gone for five days, which is perfectly fine as my mom took care of us.

Even if my dad was not there, my mother kept us together, you know, kept the structure going on for us. We ate breakfast, went to school, come back home. She'd come in, cook supper. We'd eat. Everybody would get ready for us. bed. It was the first night that my dad had left on his truck driving. My sister and I were in her bedroom. We were the only ones that shared her room. We had two twin beds. I slept near the window

and she slept near the door. I was sleeping and I felt something grabbed me. I'm trying to figure out to myself what's going on. I realized it was my sister. She's shaking and just whimper crying into my ears and holding on to me. I'm like, what's wrong? She said there was a man in our room. Moon is shining in, and I'm looking around the room like, what man? Who was he? And she said, he's all black.

I can't tell. She said he went to the window and was looking out the window. And then it started coming towards our bed, so she went into covers. Pretend she's snoring really loud. She peeked out and didn't see him anymore. And that's when she dumped in bed with me.

I'm looking at the window. I don't see anything. There's nothing. And she's like, he's gone. She was sweating. Seeing the fear in my sister, I was terrified. I was scared, but I had to keep her calm. So I just held her tight.

She talked about telling my mom. I said, well, just stay in bed with me. I told my sister not to tell my mom. because my mom has a lot going on. I drifted off, but I kept waking up, looking around, coaxing the room with my eyes. We got up the next morning, the way my sister looked. The fear in her face was still there.

That day, she stayed with me the whole time. I didn't go nobody's house. We just sit outside on the patio together, and I just held her hand all day. We didn't talk about it. We didn't tell my mom. We told nobody. what happened.

Tuesday night, it's getting dark. We go to our bedroom, and I said, you're sleeping with me tonight. We're keeping the light on, you know, everything's going to be okay. And she says, okay, I'm holding my arms, and I go off to sleep. I woke up because of her.

She's practically scratching my neck. She said, Quita, wake up, wake up, wake up. I looked at her face, and she's crying. And I'm like, what? And she said, he came back. Why didn't you wake up? And I said, what? I was like, I didn't see it.

I didn't hear it. She said, he came back into our room, walked up across, in front of our beds, went to the window, and looked out the window. And then he walked right back out again. She goes, hold me, hold me, hold me, you know. I'm holding her tighter. Seeing the fear in my sister, I was terrified. We just sat there in a bed crying, holding on to each other.

But the whole time I'm telling her, it's going to be okay. The sun's going to come out soon. It's going to be okay. I had to be the strong one for her. It was the third day, and I knew I got to do something. All day, I kept thinking, why is this person or shadow looking out the window? If you look out the window, you would see a house across the street, and you would see an open field.

My plan was that night I was going to get the dresser and put in front of the door. So whatever was going to come into our bedroom couldn't come in. Right when it gets dark, like at 9 o'clock, we started taking out drawers. And we only got maybe about a couple of doors out. We're going to move it. And that's when we heard my brother, Marvin, scream. We looked at each other, and I opened my bedroom door. I look down the hall and there's my brother running.

My mom comes out of her room, grabbed him around the shoulders and said, What's wrong? Marvin said, Mom, somebody's in our house. Somebody's in our house. I just tins my whole body up and I hold my breath. Tears start coming to my eyes because I'm so scared. Marvin's pointed into a little den by the front door. He said that there was a man standing in all in black.

Marvin said he was looking out the window. Then he ran straight out to the back patio. My sister and I just froze and stared at each other because, you know, she said the same thing. He was looking out the window. My mom turned around looked at my sister and I and she said, you two are going to sleep with me tonight. I said, Mom, Nita's seeing it too.

She looks at Nita and she said, you seen it? Nina's not in a really good position to talk because she's crying. So I told her about the two nights. And my mom just, like, and shocked. She goes, well, y'all just get bad with me then. Getting bad, getting bad. Marvin and Mer, the twins, came into the room and slept on the floor. My two brothers, they're about to turn 17.

They're really, like, protected over his little ones. to see them being older than us wanting to sit with my mom. That is something that's out of character, but they came in with bedding and slept on the floor. We've never ever slept in our parents' room. So being of us all in there was different, but it's also comforting having us all together. I feel a little relief that everybody knows,

but I don't understand what it is. The next morning, we got up. My mother was in the kitchen and didn't talk about it. Didn't talk about it at all. The whole day we just kind of like all stay together, though. My brothers, they're usually off with their friends, bicycle riding or somewhere. They stayed home too. We all stayed in the living room that whole day and just watched TV.

My mom comes in with the food. tacos, and she puts it on the coffee table. She tells us, I think somebody has a key to this house. I think a neighbor or somebody is breaking our house. I wouldn't believe my mom, but I could tell she was worried. I think she was just trying to tell us something to make us feel comfortable because we were only native kids in the neighborhood. My mother had a lot of running with the police, and a lot of had it came with the color

of their skin and stuff like that. So I'm sure that's one when my mom never called the police. We don't see anything. We just listen to her, and we're all like, we're going to be okay because mom knows. It's getting late. Mom goes, let's all go to bed. We're going to put the dresser in front of the door, and we're all going to stay in the room together. We all went down the hall.

My brother turned the hall light on. As a group, we all went into the bedroom. She closed the door, and the boys all get that dresser. It's a big, heavy dresser, and they shove it in front of the door. We have the bedroom light on. My mom's just sitting on the bed. My little sister's in bed, my mother, and I decided it's going to sleep on the floor. I was just laying there, collecting my thoughts about everything

and thinking everything's going to be okay now because the dresser's in front of the door. No one's talking. My younger brother, Nishobo, was singing some songs. and then someone banged on that bedroom door. It was a loud bang, like, ping, bang. The door shook a little. My little sister was crying. She was on my brother's back.

And I'm on the floor. The doorknob turned, and I turned to look at my mom. And my mom's got her mouth open and she screamed. To see her that vulnerable scared me. My mother's head, she realized it wasn't a neighbor like she thought it was. We're all crying and shaking. My mom, she gets up and she said, help me with a dresser.

I didn't know why she was doing it. My brothers were all reluctant to get up to help her to move it. But they'd get up. I was scared of what was behind that door. I was scared that she was going to let whatever it was in the room. My mom moves the dresser, and she slowly opens the door. She's got one hand on the wall, and she's turning the knob really slow. And she barely opens it.

The hall light is off. That's what really scared me. She peeks her head out, trying to look. And so she has to open it a little bit wider and wider. And then she looks down the hall and she said, Run! Run! We all just jump up.

I grabbed my sister's hand and we run. We're all just taking off running down the hall. I'm looking down the ground. We took a right in front of the living room. and my oldest brother, Beaver, let us out the back door. As soon as we got out of the house, we all ran to get as far from the house we can in the backyard. Beaver turned to Mom and said,

when I went around that corner, he was standing there. Mom, he's back in there. He's at the window again. He was in the living room. I thought to myself, I'm glad I was looking at my feet. We're all standing there. Mom's like, so tell me, tell me exactly what y'all seen. What have y'all seen?

people were saying like he had no face that sent me like oh crap what is this it's not a man no face didn't have a mask on all this was going through my head half of us sat on the ground

and half of us were sitting around a station wagon that we had in the backyard but we were facing the house even though the patio light was on the house seemed dark while we're sitting there I heard footsteps coming.

Something walking coming around the house. We all froze and looked up. We all froze and looked up. He came out of the darkness of the house. And it was my dad. His eyes were huge, just looking at all of us. He's trying to understand what's going on and looking at my mom.

We're all grabbing my dad. I was really crying. Couldn't even get off the ground crying. Seeing him made us feel like, okay, it's going to be all right now. Dad's here. Dad's going to make it better. Dad's stronger. He'll take care of everything.

But I was still scared. He said, Bernice, what's going on? She said, Henry, somebody's in our house. Somebody's been in our house this whole week. Dad goes, y'all stay here. Stay over here. I'm going to go in there. My dad went back in by himself.

We're sitting there holding on to each other, and my dad comes out, and he said, I don't see anybody. He looks at my mom. My mom is crying. She is shaking so bad. So he reaches over, and he holds my mom. He said, we're leaving. Everybody get in the car.

We're going to Ada. We're going to go to Aunt Louise. I was thinking, yes, for that. So we get in the car and my dad pulls out. My dad being there, I felt so safe, I fell asleep. I slept hard until we got into Ada. I think that whatever it was is in that house and us being there attracted it to us,

and it wasn't in us known it was there. But to me, I felt like it wouldn't scare us. My mother was very superstitious. Like, I don't talk about what happened because it might come back. My mother was really strong. She already showed any emotions. That fear in her scared all of us. My siblings will not discuss it.

After my mother had passed, I asked my dad, did mom ever talk to you about that house? He goes, yeah. But after she told me what happened, she didn't want to talk about it ever again. So you know how your mom was? And I said, how did you come home so fast that night? He said, I was driving home and I was going to drop off that diesel, my rig first, and then get my car and come home. I was coming in, and my mom came in my ear.

My grandmother had passed in 1958. He said it wasn't a whisper, it was her voice. and said, Henry, you need to get home. They need you. I drove that rig straight on to Cedar Hill, and I got there, and that's when I saw all of y'all outside. I told them, you know, that was the best thing that ever happened to us was to see you. So much, Aquita Nicosi, for sharing your story of the spooked.

That story was scored by Nicholas Marks. It was produced by Chris Hembrick. We often hold that there is a magic in objects. Charms, tokens, amylets, things that can bring us power, money, the love of our lives, perhaps. Everything I know tells me that it's never that simple, but I know nothing. Perhaps you have knowledge. Perhaps you have the experience with an object of power, the ability to use it for your own benefit, the ability to wield it to someone else's detriment.

You have it. Can I see it? If so, please let me know if you allow. when they pick it up. I promise I'll be ever so careful. What I'd really like more than anything else is the story because you know there is nothing better than a spook story from a spooked listener.

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Into all the world It's storytelling with 8 beat Spooks is brought to you By the team where each and every member has a photographic memory Some of course from Mark Ristich You're gonna want to write him a note There's David Kim

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the spook theme song is by Pat Messini Miller. My name is Lynn Washington. Someone told me the other day, someone I've known for a long time. They told me that instead of encouraging children to explore their histories, in order to avoid the horrors

of the past, instead she's working to simply ban the books that mention the histories. Or alternatively, forbid the teaching of certain words and educational settings on the theory that if you say certain words, like for instance, if you utter the term slavery, someone somewhere might be encouraged to explore what that word actually means,

what slavery entails, what role it's played in our country, and as such they may in fact feel something less than pride in our shared story. That forcing someone to feel this discomfort, this revulsion, and the shame about a history, this cannot be tolerated. She told me that stories unchecked, that histories unbound are matches on the tender of young minds that can tear whole communities apart. Happy lies are far better than unhappy truths.

I listened silent because I wanted to understand it when she asked me finally if I could imagine anything more sinister than presenting people with their own histories, It took me a moment before saying I hear that you are afraid. And let me just say that I'm afraid too, not just of you, but the same things you're afraid of. The hatreds, the divisions, societal collapse, more than ever, it can feel like we're fighting darkness and darkness is winning. I know that stories are canned. Candles you have, the more you can see, the brighter the world becomes. and when presented with the alternative, the very best advice that I know to give to never ever.

Never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever.