Creepypasta Inspired Stories // Something Scary | Snarled

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[00:00:39]Creepy pastas, urban legends, found footage, analog horror. These are all well-known subg genres made popular via the internet that continue to build audiences and entertain fans across the globe. With the upcoming release of Back Rooms directed by Cain Parsons under both the A24 and Atomic Monster umbrella, it just goes to show there is plenty of life left in those old 4chan chat rooms. Hi witches, I'm Blair Bathie and welcome to the Something Scary podcast. Thanks for joining us as we descend into the darkness together.

[00:01:16]So, want to hear something scary?

[00:01:23]Don't listen alone. Creepy pasta inspired stories.

[00:01:28]When Ted the Carver first appeared on chatboards in 2001, it was so well written and realistic that many who read it believed it was a true account, much like the Blair Witch Project in 1999.

[00:01:41]But sometimes when the lines between reality and fiction blur, danger ensues, like in this story inspired by Spencer.

[00:01:56]I'm sure you know all about the Slender Man and the famous stabbings. Well, let me tell you about how I almost became one of those headlines.

[00:02:05]Before we dive in, you need a little backstory. Remember the early internet back when there were chain messages?

[00:02:13]Send this to 10 friends or your mom dies at midnight? Digital campfire nonsense.

[00:02:19]Then came creepy pastas. Ted the Carver.

[00:02:22]The back rooms. Jeff the killer. I was 12 when those stories were all the rage.

[00:02:29]I attended a tiny school in Auckland, New Zealand. 50 students total. A super small campus. Everyone knew everyone. Or at least that's what you think in a place like that.

[00:02:42]There was a girl in my class. I'll call her Bella. She was a year younger than me. Quiet, but not in a something's wrong kind of way. She'd sit in the garden alone reading or just staring at nothing in particular. As far as I knew, she wasn't bullied. She wasn't unpopular. She just existed.

[00:03:03]Then something shifted. She dyed her hair black, started wearing darker clothes outside of school. We joked about it. She's gone emo. We didn't look deeper, but she changed in ways that weren't just an aesthetic. She still kept to herself.

[00:03:21]But now she stared at people, mostly at me. Not blinking, not smiling, just watching. We often found her mumbling to herself as well.

[00:03:34]Just do it. He's waiting for me. I have no choice. Really weird stuff.

[00:03:42]Our dress code was relaxed. We could accessorize. She began wearing this pendant. One day, someone asked if she was religious, she said completely flat.

[00:03:54]It keeps the voices away.

[00:03:56]We laughed it off. Maybe she was going through something at home. Maybe she just wanted attention. When people tried to talk to her, she only wanted to discuss someone named Jeff. None of us knew who that was. We assumed it was some madeup character she invented. Then came Muy Day. In New Zealand, that's when uniform schools let you wear your own clothes for a day. It's usually fun, a normal way to express ourselves.

[00:04:23]Except it wasn't. I was walking down the hallway to grab something from my locker when I felt the sensation of being watched. I glanced up. Bella was staring at the far end of the hall near the kitchen, maybe 15 m away.

[00:04:38]Black hoodie, black jeans, her head tilted slightly forwards. She was looking at me through her eyebrows. I wasn't happy at being stared at so intently, so tried to play it off and be cool.

[00:04:50]"Hey, Bella," I called out. No response.

[00:04:54]I almost turned away. Then she moved.

[00:04:57]From behind her back, she pulled out a knife. long, kitchen-sized, not subtle at all. We stared at each other for what couldn't have been more than a few seconds. Then she ran full speed right at me. I froze just for a second. Then survival kicked in. I turned and bolted, sprinting toward the exit. I slammed the door behind me and leaned against it, heart beating fast in my chest. The principal and a few other students were outside. I told her what just happened.

[00:05:29]No dramatics, just facts. Knife. Bella running. Me. The principal didn't say a word. She opened the door and went back inside to go talk to Bella. The other kids stared at me, stealing glances at each other as if debating whether to tell me something. Then one of them said, "She's done it before. What?"

[00:05:51]Stood at the end of the hall like that to me to others.

[00:05:55]She didn't run, but she just stood there for ages staring. I avoided Bella after that. A few months later, most of us had moved schools. I went somewhere different, but kept in touch with a few of my old friends. One night, we were online reminiscing and I brought up Bella. Whatever happened to her? That was just a weird phase, right? There was a long pause in the chat. I don't really know, one of them replied. She moved away, I think. But there's something we never told you. My stomach dropped before I even knew why. You remember how she was always writing on the school computers?

[00:06:37]Yeah.

[00:06:38]One day, she went to the bathroom and left it open. We looked another pause.

[00:06:44]It was a murder fantasy. I remember staring at the computer somehow knowing what was coming next. The story was about killing her family and and and you. Your name came up a lot when she chased me down the hallway that day. She hadn't just picked someone at random.

[00:07:05]She had been waiting there for me. She had stood there staring at others. I was the only one she ran at for years after I tried to figure out why. Why me? What had I ever done to warrant such hatred?

[00:07:20]Then I remembered something small and stupid. She had liked the same boy as me. He liked me back. He told his friends he had a crush on me. It got around. It was such a small school, it probably got back to her, too. It's terrifying how something so ordinary, so innocent, can curdle into something else entirely. After that, I looked up Jeff the Killer, which led me down a rabbit hole of other creepy pastas. They're what pushed me toward film making. It's the reason I work in film now.

[00:07:51]Strange how the same thread can lead two people in opposite directions. For her, it seemed to blur the line between fiction and reality. For me, it sharpened it. It became art. Years have passed, but sometimes I still think about that hallway, the black hoodie, the knife catching the fluorescent lights. Sometimes I wonder how close I came to being a headline. Another name attached to a story people would argue about online. Another real case linked to creepy pasta. I can't help but think, was I almost one of them?

[00:08:30]What was the first creepy pasta you remember hearing? Did you think it might be real? Do you have a favorite? Let us know in the comments about yours. You can also write to us at [email protected].

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[00:08:59]Hey y'all, no huge updates yet other than I hope you are enjoying your graduations and are excited for summer this year. I think it's going to be a good summer. I have a feeling. And including that sentiment, we have some incredible horror films that I personally have been waiting for for years, including Obsession, which I'm going to see this Friday if you want to see my review. I do these kind of like funny roast of horror movies on my personal socials, Blair Bathie, just my name. Um, if you want to check that out.

[00:09:32]So, I'm going to go see Curry Baker's Obsession on Friday, and I'm also going to see Back Rooms, of course, at the end of the month. Let me know in the comments if you're excited for this and if you are a Kane Pixels fan. I've been watching his YouTube series for a really long time, and I'm so excited for that guy to have his directorial debut. All right, until next week.

[00:09:57]Fictitious friends are something that many of us create during our formative years and are simply early evidence of a good imagination.

[00:10:06]However, on occasion, like in the tales of Mr. Widemouth or Laughing Jack, something far more sinister is at play.

[00:10:13]This next story is written by Janine Pipe.

[00:10:19]Do you ever have random flashbacks from your childhood? Things that awaken certain memories? For me, the smell of certain plastic takes me right back to My Little Ponies. And if I hear the first couple of notes from the Rugrats theme song, then I feel like it's Saturday morning watching cartoons with cereal.

[00:10:37]But sometimes we bury stuff, keep it dormant. Maybe a failed test or the suspicious looking roadkill on a family trip.

[00:10:46]Those memories are discarded, hidden away in our subconscious. We might never know why our mind has deemed it unnecessary to banish those in particular, but sometimes without our permission, they come back. A few months ago, my parents asked if I'd like to join them on a break at an old farmhouse we used to stay at sometimes when I was little. It was right in the middle of Devon, a small slice of paradise.

[00:11:11]They've been back a few times since, but I hadn't personally returned since I was 11. Since I now have a seven-year-old of my own, we were having a year off from expensive international travel, my parents thought it would be nice to all stay in the countryside together. That way, their beloved granddaughter could experience some of the old-fashioned rural fun that I'd loved as a child. And why not? My husband Steve and I worked hard. And Casey was so used to theme parks and exotic beach holidays that something like this might be just what we needed. As we counted down the days, a nagging worry wormed its unwelcome way into my thoughts. An anxious traveler.

[00:11:52]I'm usually concerned I'll forget something important, so I put it down to that. But I couldn't shake the sense of trepidation.

[00:11:59]One morning at work, while on a break from the busy courtroom, I made a phone call. Mom, I began. When we used to stay at Meyers Farm, did anything well bad ever happen? To be honest, I felt silly even asking. Here I was, respplendant in a wig and gown, prosecuting a homicide and asking my mommy if I ever had a boo boo as a child and forgotten about it. Mom laughed.

[00:12:28]>> No, darling, >> she answered.

[00:12:31]>> You adored our trips. Couldn't wait to go back every year.

[00:12:36]>> For some reason, this failed to settle my nerves.

[00:12:40]Still, life was busy, and all too soon it was time for the drive down to Devon.

[00:12:45]Casey was beside herself with excitement, and my husband was looking forward to a few days away from the office. Yet, the closer we got to Myers Farm, the more anxious I felt. I didn't want to be the family killjoy, so I kept my apprehension to myself.

[00:13:02]The property hadn't changed a bit in nearly 30 years. Everything in the house reminded me of my childhood. It was like being transported right back to the8s to simpler times. Casey ran around the place like a mad thing. He was so happy to be there and to spend time with her grandparents.

[00:13:21]She wanted to stay in the same bedroom that I had slept in, opening the door to the room. I'd swear it was the exact old bedspread. That first night, I was unsettled, finding it hard to get comfortable. The fresh country air and long walk in the fields had worn us all out, but I was the only one tossing and turning.

[00:13:42]When I eventually dozed off, I was awoken again by strange dreams. Not bad, but unnerving. I was here in the farmhouse, but I was Casey's age. I was an only child, but in the dream, it seemed like I was playing with someone.

[00:13:57]I woke in a cold sweat. The feeling of unease intensified.

[00:14:02]Did I ever make any friends when we stayed here? I asked the next morning at breakfast. I needed a very big cup of tea. I was grateful mom was still happy to take on the alpha parental role, flourishing and being able to do on both daughter and granddaughter. She poured the warm brown nectar into a mug which I gratefully received. No, dear, she replied. We never saw anyone else while you were here.

[00:14:29]That was part of the appeal. You never seemed lonely, though. A lot of your time was spent in the garden playing games and entertaining yourself. You always had a good imagination.

[00:14:40]She beamed with pride. Her imaginative daughter was now a barristister and topic of many of her Rotary meetings.

[00:14:50]Bustling about, she started buttering toast. Why'd you ask, love? Not wanting to admit the heebie-jebies, I took a piece of toast and kissed her on the cheek. No reason, I called to appease her as I meandered back to the bedroom.

[00:15:06]Maybe that was it. My imagination.

[00:15:10]Yes, it did wander off sometimes, and I had always been very creative as a kid.

[00:15:14]But somehow it didn't feel like the mystery had been fully solved.

[00:15:19]I tried not to let it bother me. It was an itch I seemed unable to scratch, and it needed to be left alone. The family was relaxed, and it really was great to be away from the hustle and bustle of the courtroom. I most enjoyed watching Casey unwind and go back to play mode.

[00:15:35]Even at only 7, she would sometimes feel self-conscious, talking to her dolls or making up games.

[00:15:43]here with no one else around and no YouTube or Netflix distractions. She spent hours in the back garden having tea parties and playing hide-and-seek by herself.

[00:15:53]Just like you used to do, dear, my mom commented. It took until the long drive home for the memories to come flooding back.

[00:16:01]Due to the length of the journey, I sat in the back with Casey while Steve drove. We were playing I Spy and then we began chatting about what our favorite parts of the holiday had been. I'll go first, I began. I love spending time with nanny and grandpa. I love the food, Steve chipped in. We all laughed. Then I love playing, Casey added with enthusiasm.

[00:16:25]I'll really miss that. Well, you can play at home, Case, I replied.

[00:16:31]You don't have to be on the farm to have tea parties and makeup games. She looked right at me with those baby blues. Her lower lips stuck out just a touch.

[00:16:41]But I won't have Mr. Tiggle at home.

[00:16:44]You know the sensation you get on a roller coaster where it takes off super fast and your stomach feels like it's dropped through the floor or when you hear some shocking news and you forget to breathe just for a moment. What was that, sweetie? I asked her, needing immediate clarification but wanting to play it cool. Don't scare her now.

[00:17:06]Fain nonchalants.

[00:17:09]Mr. Tigle won't be at home," she replied calmly.

[00:17:13]"He isn't allowed to leave the farm. He has to stay there so he can play with the next little girl who comes to visit." I was ice cold, yet sweat poured down my sides. In a flash, I remembered everything.

[00:17:27]My secret childhood friend who I only saw at the farm. He was the reason I loved to play in the garden and never felt lonely because he was always there keeping me company.

[00:17:39]But I was not allowed to ever tell anyone about him or he would have to go away. And more importantly, he would have to take me with him. A deep buried memory. My imaginary madeup not real friend who to this day I had never spoken about just in case. Mr. Tiggle.

[00:17:59]He was something I invented over 30 years ago. No one in the whole world knew about him. Not my parents, not even my husband. Hell, I haven't even thought about him in decades. And Mr. Tickle, I mean, that was a pretty unusual name.

[00:18:15]So, how the hell did Casey know about him unless The thing is though, Mommy, she whispered.

[00:18:24]I'm not supposed to tell anyone or he will have to go away and take me with him.

[00:18:30]As her words started to sink in, the car started to slow down.

[00:18:36]I can't speak.

[00:18:38]Casey leaned in closer.

[00:18:40]He said he wouldn't know if I told and he would always be able to find me.

[00:18:47]I stared ahead, unable to answer my daughter. The traffic was building up, coming to a standstill.

[00:18:55]Looks like there's been an accident up ahead, Steve announced.

[00:19:00]We'll take the next exit. Try the country roads instead of the motorway.

[00:19:04]Plenty of time to hear all about Mr. Tickle character, eh?

[00:19:09]It's getting dark now. The winding country roads seem to be endless.

[00:19:15]The satnav has given up.

[00:19:18]We've got no cell reception. Somehow, I already know that we'll never make it home. Not all of us, anyway.

[00:19:29]Did you have an imaginary childhood friend? Was there ever a time where they felt real? How would you feel now if someone else revealed they'd had the exact same experiences as you?

[00:19:48]It's time for something from our listeners. And this week, I wanted to share an email from Noel.

[00:19:56]Dear, something scary. I'm sending you a scary Mother's Day story that I wrote. I hope that you like it. Julie woke up at dawn. The smell of lilacs, her mother's favorite, already thick in the air. She had saved 3 months of allowance for the gift. A vintage handcarved locket. To Julie, Cynthia wasn't just a mother. She was a sanctuary. They were a closed circuit, just the two of them, against a world that Julie often found too loud and too bright. "Happy Mother's Day, Mom," Julie whispered, walking into the kitchen. Cynthia stood by the stove, her back to Julie. She was unnervingly still. "Thank you, petal," she replied.

[00:20:38]Her voice sounded like dry leaves skittering on the pavement, thin and brittle. When she turned, Julie noticed a smudge of dark, viscous fluid on her collar. Cynthia quickly adjusted her scarf. "I'm making your favorite," Cynthia said, gesturing to a bowl of grayish, thick batter. "Family recipe."

[00:20:58]Julie sat, but the air felt heavy, like the pressure before a thunderstorm. As Sincia flipped a pancake, her sleeve slipped. Julie's breath hitched. Her mother's skin wasn't just pale. It looked like parchment paper stretched over wire. Where Cynthia's pulse should have been, the skin was perfectly, terrifyingly still. "Mom, you're hurt," Julie said, reaching out. Don't touch me. Cynthia snapped, her eyes flashing an iridescent oily black before returning to brown. She softened instantly. I'm just tired. Julie, go get the mail. Let's have a normal day. Julie went, but her heart was hammering. In the hallway, Julie noticed the basement door, always triple locked, was a jar.

[00:21:45]Driven by a cold dread which she couldn't name, she slipped inside. The basement didn't smell like lilacs. that smelled like a butcher shop in July. In the corner sat a massive pulsating mound of what looked like translucent wax.

[00:22:00]Julie's stomach turned as she realized what she was looking at. Husks, human-shaped skins discarded like old clothes, dozens of them. Julie found a leatherbound journal on a workbench. The handwriting was her mother's. But the dates went back 200 years. May 10th. The molting is painful this year. The girl is 16 now. Her essence is ripening. She loves me so much. The love makes the marrow sweet. I must shed the skin tonight. Julie will be the next vessel.

[00:22:32]She doesn't know that she isn't human.

[00:22:35]She doesn't know that we are the carrying muses. We don't beget life. We mimic it until the host burns out.

[00:22:42]>> You weren't supposed to see the basement, Julie, >> Cynthia said. Cynthia stood at the top of the stairs. Her face was beginning to sag. The features sliding out of place as if the glue holding her was loose.

[00:22:56]Cynthia's mass together had melted. A long, thin appendage, neither finger nor bone, began to poke through the tear in her neck. "You're not my mother," Julie sobbed, backing into the workbench, her hand closed around a heavy silver tipped upholstery needle.

[00:23:12]>> "I am the only mother that you will ever know." The entity hissed. The skin on its face rippled like water, and its eyes became voids of shimmering darkness.

[00:23:23]>> The love of the daughter is the strongest anchor to this world. I needed yours to stay anchored. But now the cycle must turn. You are 16, Julie. The change is already in your blood.

[00:23:35]>> The creature lunged with a speed that defied physics. Julie acted on pure instinct, swinging the heavy silver needle. It stuck true piercing the center of the shifting mass where a heart should have been. A sound like a thousand breaking mirrors filled the basement and the figure collapsed, dissolving into a fine gray ash that smelled of ancient dust and spent static. Julie collapsed to her knees, trembling. The silence was deafening.

[00:24:02]And then the sensations began. An intense cold started in her fingertips, spreading up her arms. Julie looked down and saw her skin turning translucent, revealing patterns of shimmering iridescent light beneath the surface.

[00:24:16]It wasn't an injury. It was a revelation. Her senses sharpened. She could hear the heartbeat of a bird in a tree outside, and she could feel the lingering echoes of the mother she had just destroyed. She realized then that the journal was right. She wasn't just Julie. She was the next stage of something ancient. The hunger that her mother felt wasn't for malice, but for the energy of connection, a supernatural requirement to maintain a form in this reality. Julie stood up, her movements now possessing a strange haunting grace.

[00:24:51]She looked at the vintage locket that had just spot, a gift from a person who never truly existed. She snapped it shut, her reflection in a dusty basement mirror showed her eyes flickering with the same oily, iridescent black she had seen in Cynthia. The transformation was settling. She stepped out of the basement and into the kitchen. The morning sun feeling far too bright against her new sensitive skin. The world looked different now. It looked like a place of shadows and energy waiting to be shaped. Julie realized that she would have to find her own way to survive, to find those who would offer the affection which she needed to help keep her new form stable. "Happy Mother's Day, Mom," she murmured to the empty house. Her voice was no longer her own. It carried a melodic metallic ring that vibrated in the air. Julie walked toward the front door, ready to step into a world that no longer belonged to her, but to one she was now destined to inhabit.

[00:25:56]Wow, that was an incredibly written story. Thank you so much for sharing.

[00:26:00]That was awesome.

[00:26:09]Police officers, park rangers, EMTs.

[00:26:12]These are all high pressure roles which require a clear mind. They are also positions which come with extreme stress and sometimes those energies and emotions manifest into something not entirely natural. Like in this story inspired by Teddy.

[00:26:32]Everything in the following is completely true. I have experienced it myself. If I hadn't, well, I wouldn't know what to believe. Anyway, I live in North Carolina. I'm a night shift EMT.

[00:26:47]I work for a pretty big county, so there are plenty of trucks on the road at night. We have maybe eight or nine stations, some with three or four trucks, some with eight or more. My station, however, has just one. Most nights it's just myself and my partner.

[00:27:04]Occasionally we will have a second unit assigned to the station, but they very rarely stay at a base. They pick up their truck at our main station, the city. Then the idea is to bring it over to our station. But most nights, they don't get the opportunity to make our side of town without getting a call first.

[00:27:22]Our station is an old rescue squad station founded in the60s that was brought by the county when the rescue squad went out of business about 10 or 15 years ago. It is a small two-story building on about an acre of land. There is a set of train tracks that runs through the property just behind the station. Downstairs has a very small day with four recliners and a TV that only gets six satellite channels. There is a hallway at the end of the day room. If you go left, it will take you to the bathrooms and the kitchen. If you go right, it will take you to the bay.

[00:27:57]Makeshift gym and truck storage. On the opposite side of the day room, there's a set of stairs. The stairs go up three steps and then take a 90° turn to the left and go up to 15 more. Up there is the old bunk room, which no longer has beds. Two more bathrooms, the former training room, and the attic.

[00:28:18]Nobody ever goes upstairs.

[00:28:20]I very quickly learned why. On my very first shift of this station, having transferred from a much bigger company, my partner Natalie told me she was absolutely terrified of stepping foot past the third step because of the ghost. There are two spirits in the station that we know of. The first is a child, maybe 5 or 6 years old. About 20 years ago, a little girl was struck by a train on tracks. Her body was destroyed on impact and her remains were scattered across the property. Anytime the train comes, either before or after it crosses the property, you can hear giggles or little footsteps coming from upstairs.

[00:29:01]Since we don't have 24-hour trucks anymore, we have no need for the bunk room. And all the training is done on the main station. So, we don't just go up there. No one goes up there.

[00:29:14]Occasionally, when returning to the station after a call, the upstairs lights will be on. We suspect it's the little girl playing with the switches because it only happens on the nights that the trains pass by. If you're feeling particularly brave, place a stuffed animal on the stairs and ask her to play with it. There's a very significant chance the toy will be knocked over, and there are no breezes to do so naturally. The other spirit we aren't so sure of. It could be an old rescue squad member who died of a heart attack while on shift, but we don't know for certain. Sometimes when you enter the hallway and turn left to go towards the bathrooms, you'll see a shadowy figure standing in the doorway of the kitchen, too big to be the little girl.

[00:29:59]If you go to the gym in the bay and start working out, the stairmaster machines have been known to turn itself on and select a workout. I guess that spirit likes company.

[00:30:10]But as unnerving as those incidents were, if indeed you happen to experience something and not just listen to hearsay, there was something else that lurked in that building. I didn't play games with teddies or want to spot her in the gym. No, this thing was much worse.

[00:30:28]During one of my early shifts with Natalie, we had returned from a call about 1:00 in the morning. We both headed inside after locking the truck.

[00:30:38]Natalie hurrying as she wasn't feeling too hot. As I walked to the front door, I remembered my lunch was still in the truck. I told her to carry on as I turned around and ran back to grab it.

[00:30:49]Mission complete. I went straight to the kitchen to put my food in the microwave.

[00:30:54]Natalie was still in the restroom and was about this time I realized I had forgotten my drink in the truck as well.

[00:31:00]So, I went back outside to go grab it while my food warmed up. As I was passing the staircase, I heard Natalie's voice call, "Hello," from upstairs.

[00:31:11]This startled me somewhat, and I knew that she was adamant about not going up there.

[00:31:17]There was no one else in the station, so it wasn't like there was a line for the toilet. I was hesitant about following, so I peaked my head around the corner and asked, "Natalie, everything okay?"

[00:31:29]I can't really explain what I heard next. The only description I can think of is air pushing through Natalie's vocal cords with no words being formed, almost like a moan.

[00:31:40]Knowing she'd been feeling off color, concern for her safety overcame fear, and I began to climb. As I stepped onto the first stair, I heard a sound behind me. I whipped around and came face to face with Natalie, who had just come from the hallway after exiting the restroom. She asked me what the hell I was doing. I stumbled over my words, but I managed to get out. You were just upstairs.

[00:32:06]I heard you. I stepped off the staircase, and she told me she had been using the restroom, the one down the hall.

[00:32:16]No one near the stairs restroom.

[00:32:19]I told her what I had heard, and she looked at me with wide eyes. We stood in silence for a moment, just looking at each other. no plausible explanation for what had occurred forthcoming. Then we both heard Natalie's voice from upstairs calling. Hello again. Needless to say, at this point, we were both terrified.

[00:32:39]We ran out to the truck and locked ourselves in the cab. Before we could discuss what had happened, we were dispatched to a traumatic injury. As we were pulling away from the station, I turned around and purposefully looked towards the upstairs windows. I felt something was watching us. The TV that was mounted on the wall of the training room appeared to flicker to life for a moment, long enough to illuminate a dark silhouette standing in front of the glass. Mere seconds later, the TV flickered off.

[00:33:08]We had focus as we sped off to the call.

[00:33:11]Afterwards, on the way back to the station, we finally spoke about what the voice from upstairs could have been.

[00:33:18]I suggested it was likely one of the spirits messing with me, but Natalie rebutted was something that truly terrified me. If it wanted to scare you, it would have used your voice. We had the conversation about upstairs sitting in the station. I knew that I never go up there. It used my voice because it was trying to allure you. We were quiet for a moment. Suddenly, she spoke. I was sick. It transpired Natalie had been in the John vomiting when I heard what I believed to have been her voice calling to me. She surmised perhaps the negative energy for her being ill was somehow enough for the spirit to manifest her voice. It was the only thing we could think of. But of course, the how part wasn't what was important. It was the why, and that was what both inexplicable and terrifying. Why did the spirit want to lure me up the stairs? That was a few months ago. Natalie and I have fallen into an easy partnership. We spend as much time in the truck as we can, often only returning to base if we need to use the kitchen or bathroom. Someone put do not cross police tape across the stairs.

[00:34:29]But no matter how many times it gets wrapped around the new post, it's always on the floor by the end of the shift.

[00:34:37]Hopefully, it's just the little girl playing games or the former employee wanting company. But I know deep down it's more likely to be the figure I saw at the window. The one who can mimic voices, and it's only a matter of time before someone goes up the stairs.

[00:34:57]Do you have any spooky stories from your jobs? What would you do if your place of work was haunted? And what do you think was waiting for Teddy at the top of the stairs?

[00:35:08]Has anyone else ever had a terrifying encounter involving something supernatural? We'd love to hear your stories. So, send us an email at [email protected].

[00:35:24]Don't forget to subscribe on YouTube at SnarLold so you never miss an episode creeping your way. And trust me, as we go through summer and get closer and closer to spooky season, the scares are just going to ramp up. Until then, witches as always, sweet screams.

[00:35:44]This week's podcast stories were edited by Sarah Lucasawitz. Narration by Blair Baie, produced, edited, and mixed by Fitz Harris. Executive produced by Gail Gilman. Music by Sapphire Synindalo and Calvin Linderman.

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