Episode 110

Summary

Radio Rental – Episode 110 (June 12, 2026)

Overview

Episode 110 of Radio Rental plunges listeners into chilling true stories of real-life horror, spanning voyeuristic terror to inexplicable home intrusions. Hosted in the signature blend of 80s nostalgia and dark humor by Vince (Tony Cavalero), these “video tapes” of personal accounts are told inside the offbeat, spooky video shop setting. The episode features two major stories: one about a stalker terrorizing a woman in a rural tiny house, and another unnerving account of bloody handprints mysteriously appearing inside a family home. Vince’s deadpan and comedic interludes provide a darkly funny, self-aware counterpoint to the mounting dread in each recounting.

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Key Discussion Points & Story Breakdowns

Intro and Episode Tone

• [01:26] Vince sets the retro, quirky mood, apologizing for the smell in the video shop before launching into the day’s “rentals.”
  • Humor: “Sorry, it’s a little rank in here, like Siggy’s... I'll crack a window and let me just hit a little Febreze. Wow. Smells like a nice fresh pine forest in here now.”
  • Vince references his own minor injury to add levity before the first story.

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Story 1: The Cigarette Smoke Stalker

(Storyteller 2, [02:26 – 13:24])

Setting:

• Rural Oregon, tiny house behind friends’ main home. High privacy, secluded, with a fenced yard and alley access.

Unfolding Events:

• Early unease: Storyteller moves in, but quickly feels “watched.”
• Recurring oddities:
  • Smelling cigarette smoke nightly in her bedroom.
  • Rationalizes at first (alley walkers, friends secretly smoking), but her friends don’t smoke—she pushes aside discomfort to make her new home work.
  • Gate found open on several occasions.
  • Her normally obedient dog starts lingering outside and growling at the door at night.
• Chilling encounter:
  • One late night, upon letting her dog out, she finds a man in her yard, right outside her bedroom window, smoking and staring inside ([08:10]).
  • He seems dazed; only when she addresses him (“hey”) does he register her presence and jog away—slowly, almost nonchalantly.
  • She instinctively chases him barefoot into the alley but loses him in the dark ([09:26]).
• Horrific realization:
  • Standing alone at night, she flashes back to every prior instance of smelling smoke—knowing now she’d been watched for months.
  • She reflects on the vulnerability of being observed in moments of privacy and normalcy: “It was, like, awful to know that I had gotten out of the shower or whatever, was walking around my room getting dressed like a normal person... But other times, it was boring. Like, mundane things.”
  • Stories of waking to intense smoke—her guest even notices during a visit, confirming she wasn’t imagining it.
  • Police perform a patrol, but nothing comes of it.
  • She feels increasing paranoia and trauma, suspecting everyone around could be the stalker. The unknowns—was he ever inside?—continue to haunt her.
• Psychological aftermath:
  • Remains deeply affected by the smell of that specific type of cigarette; triggers intense anxiety, physical illness.
  • Quote: “No one good watches someone sleep every night.” ([13:16])

Memorable Quotes & Moments:

• “Sometimes the cigarette smoke was so intense that it felt like someone was in the room smoking with me.” ([03:42])
• “For two months or more, I had just been systematically watched by this person every night.” ([11:35])
• “…the realization that this person had watched me sleep was too much from me mentally.” ([11:45])
• “No one good watches someone sleep every night.” ([13:16])

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Vince’s Interlude

• [13:24] Vince breaks in, comically denying any connection to the story:
  • “That wasn't me in this story. I actually quit smoking recently. I mean, I never even smoked to begin with. I don't know why it smells like smoking here.”
  • Tongue-in-cheek, maintaining the show’s campy tone between unsettling tales.

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Story 2: Bloody Handprints in the Night

(Storyteller 1, [15:20 – 24:06])

Setting:

• Suburban home, built in the 50s/60s. Tight-knit family, each familiar with every creak and sound.

Unfolding Events:

• Strange footsteps:
  • Teen storyteller hears unfamiliar footsteps in the hallway late at night. Assumes it’s a family member but the “shoes” sound wrong ([16:03]).
  • Pacing continues, stops outside storyteller’s door, silence ensues.
  • Shrugs it off and sleeps, confident in home’s alarm system and two guard dogs.
• The next morning:
  • Parents are agitated, check storyteller and siblings for injuries.
  • Discovery: Brown-red, bloody handprint high on the white-painted door frame—too big for a child, too high for a pet ([17:41]).
  • More handprints trace through the house, leading to a sliding door—evidence of someone having entered.
  • The backyard is locked and fenced; alarms never triggered overnight.
  • Family is terrified, especially by the idea that an intruder could have inexplicably accessed the home and left no other trace aside from the handprints.
  • No signs of anyone present or injured; alarm company confirms no breach.
  • Parents rationalize it away, but the event lingers and remains unexplained.

Memorable Quotes & Moments:

• “It was like somebody had just disappeared after gaining entrance to the house somehow. We talked to the alarm company... It never went off. It was terrifying.” ([18:56])
• “My mom had my siblings and I and the pets all in her bedroom. My dad went to check the house, check the basement, you know, check everywhere. He checked the garage for the attic access to make sure nobody had gotten in there. And there was nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing.” ([21:38])
• “Every time we tried to bring it up, my parents were like, oh, it was nothing. It was probably just, you know, one of you guys cut your hand and didn't realize it... But these were bright white walls that, like, you. You saw it the moment you looked at.” ([22:35])
• “But obviously nothing's impossible.” ([23:55]) – a chilling close to the story’s uncertainty.

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Vince’s Interlude and Episode Wrap-Up

• [24:06] Vince again jokingly distances himself from the bloody handprints story, playing off audience suspicion in a winking, self-deprecating style:
  • “To be crystal on this. That also was not me in this story either. I know the parallels seem very parallel. Let me put a little perpendicular spin on this and say that you're crazy for even thinking that.”
• Comedic outro: Vince pleads innocence, references needing his job, and ends with classic shop weirdness—a random bird appearing in the shop ([25:47–26:49]).

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Notable Quotes & Moments (with Timestamps)

• “No one good watches someone sleep every night.” – Storyteller 2 ([13:16])
• “It was like somebody had just disappeared after gaining entrance to the house somehow.” – Storyteller 1 ([18:56])
• Vince on audience suspicion: “I know the parallels seem very parallel. Let me put a little perpendicular spin on this...” ([24:06])
• Vince, deadpan after yet another mishap: “How long has there been a bird in here? What the f. Is. Is that a... Is that bird? What the fuck is that bird?” ([26:34])

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Episode Structure & Timestamps

| Time | Segment | |------------|--------------------------------------------| | 01:26 | Vince intro, setting up the episode | | 02:26 | Story 1: The Cigarette Smoke Stalker | | 13:24 | Vince comedic debrief | | 15:20 | Story 2: Bloody Handprints in the Night | | 24:06 | Vince humorous epilogue |

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Summary

Episode 110 offers classic Radio Rental: two harrowing but distinct real-life stories about invasion of privacy—one psychological, one physically inexplicable—interwoven with Vince’s signature oddball commentary. The first tale eerily details the mounting dread of being surveilled by an unknown stalker, while the second story delves into the terror of waking to impossible evidence that someone—or something—has entered your home. Deadpan host commentary gives listeners breaths between frights, never breaking the unique retro-horror atmosphere.

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Transcript

[Payne Lindsay]

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[Narrator/Announcer]

The following podcast includes scary stories with content that could be triggering to some listeners. Listener discretion is advised.

[Storyteller 1]

Take a break from the same old boring blockbusters and experience a new kind of movie night with Radio Rental. At Radio Rental, our videos come to life in your living room, defy all logic and reasoning, and make you question your own reality. This is not your ordinary video rental store. At Radio Rental, we carry one of a kind video videos. So frightening, so mind bending. You won't be able to sleep at night. You've gone. Radio Rental.

[Vince]

Hey everyone. Welcome to Radio Rental. I'm Vince. Sorry, it's a little rank in here, like Siggy's. My bad. I'll crack a window and let me just hit a little Febreze. Wow. Smells like a nice fresh pine forest in here now. Oh, sorry about that, Malachi. I'll do a little less next time. Anyway, friend caught me on a bit of a rough day. Sliced my hand up real good. Yesterday was folding laundry. Forgot to take a tag off a new blanket. Gnarly. Needed to go for a little smoko to ease the pain. Moving a bit slow. Anyways, let's pop in one of these scary stories for you.

[Storyteller 2]

A few years ago, I moved back to my hometown in rural Oregon. I was struggling financially and a couple of my friends knew that, so they offered me to rent the tiny house on their property. The layout is kind of important because they rent the main house and then there's a separate tiny house with a separate yard. It's a super high fence around it with a gate that opens into the alley in the back. I was excited because it was super private and it was also super affordable. To me. It was a great deal and I was just really excited to kind of get my life together and have my own place and not have to have a roommate. Probably three or four days into living there, I started to feel weird about it. I really. I can't explain exactly what gave me that feeling, but everyone knows what it feels like when you feel like you're being watched. Even when I had my dog with me, I just felt uneasy. Sometimes I would be getting ready for bed and I started to smell cigarette smoke in my bedroom. I really brushed it off because maybe someone was walking through the back alley. But we live in rural Oregon. It's not a super populated area. Not many people Even know that alley is there. Someone would have to know it's there and be walking through there every single night smoking. You know, I grew up there. I always felt really safe there. It was unusual that someone was going through the alley at night. I started to notice the cigarette smoke every night. I started to think perhaps it was my friends smoking in their backyard because their fence butts up against my fence. I know them personally and I knew that they didn't smoke. So I thought, unless one of them is secretly smoking in the night, that would be unusual. I just kept trying to justify it. That coupled with the feeling that I was being watched just made me really feel uncomfortable in that place. I tried to kind of dismiss this feeling because I really wanted to make this my home. I wanted to make it cute. I thought that I could get settled there for a while, so I kind of pushed my feelings aside. But sometimes the cigarette smoke was so intense that it felt like someone was in the room smoking with me. That was a strange thought. I just tried to justify every way I could because I thought it was either someone walking through the alley at night or my friends, one of them, could be secretly smoking every night. Things kind of went on like this for a while. I started to notice some other weird things. A couple times I came home in the evening and it was dark outside. My gate was open. I just tried to justify it any way I knew how. I thought I must have left my gate open. I can be forgetful. I also noticed that sometimes when I let my dog out to go to the bathroom at night, she took a while to come back. And she is the world's best behaved dog. And I would call her multiple times and she wouldn't come back right away. My dog was growling and looking towards the door, and I gesture. We were in a new place. I just thought, we can't be growling and barking at every sound. We live in Oregon. There is nature, there's wildlife. You know, there's squirrels and birds and all kinds of animals. It's not unusual to hear cats or, you know what. About two months into living there, it was really late at night. It was dark. I was wearing a T shirt and maybe just some socks. I just stepped outside to take my dog out to go to the bathroom. I smelled the cigarette smoke just like pretty much every other night. And I thought, I'll take my dog out to go to the bathroom. So I went to step outside. As soon as I went outside the door, there was a man standing in my yard. He was smoking and he Was staring in my bedroom window. Neither of us reacted very quickly. You would expect him to see me seeing him and run really quickly away, but that's not what happened. He had this glazed look in his eye, like he was out of it. And he was just staring into my bedroom. And I had to say hey for him to even fully register that I was there. And then as soon as he registered that I was there, that's when he kind of pivoted and started jogging out of my yard. Even his jog was not very fast. And just instinctively, I started jogging after him, which I know is insane. It was just this spur of the moment. He's running. I can't let him get away because I knew they weren't gonna catch him. And it was up to me. I just took off after the sky into the alley. And I remember stepping on, like, pine needles and pinecones. I saw him get away in the dark, and he was just gone. Just like with the smoking, Just like with the gate open. Just like with my dog not coming back. It felt like there had to be some reasonable explanation for this, because there was no way, like, statistically, how is this happening to me? I started to kind of gaslight myself into thinking, why would I assume that it's a stranger? And then standing there in the alley with no shoes on, with a T shirt on in the dark. That was actually when I realized what was happening. Not only did I realize that there was a man in my yard and that I just chased him, but I also realized that he had been in my yard many times before. My mind was flashing back to every time I was smelling the cigarette smoke in my bedroom Because I knew that he had been watching me. It was, like, awful to know that I had gotten out of the shower or whatever, was walking around my room getting dressed like a normal person. But other times, it was boring. Like, mundane things. I would have my friend over, and we would watch the Bachelorette or something. She was like, wow, that cigarette smoke is really strong. For two months or more, I had just been systematically watched by this person every night. And there were even a few nights that I woke up to the smell. Like, I woke up coughing because of the cigarette smoke. The realization that this person had watched me sleep was too much from me mentally. I called the police and I told them everything. They did a patrol, but they didn't find anything. Obviously, he had gotten away. Nothing was going to happen to him after this happened. I looked at everyone with suspicion because I saw him, but I didn't see him because it was dark and I started to see him in everyone I saw. That sounds crazy, but it was honestly like I felt like I was losing my mind. This had to be someone close. Obviously that was a really uncomfortable and scary thought because this person also got away very quickly. How quickly can you get away unless you live closely? That was a horrifying thought, that this person had easy access to me and knew exactly who I was. I started to think about all the times that I didn't lock my door and how things didn't feel right. And to this day, I will never know if he was ever in my house. I will never know when I was gone for hours at my job. He could have been in my house and I wouldn't know it. That's an answer I'll never get. After this happened, the smell of cigarette smoke made me physically ill. It was such an obvious trauma response because even though I'm not a smoker, I knew immediately which brand it was whenever I smelled it. Anytime I smelled the kind of cigarette he smoked, it just made me feel sick. I would be out running errands and I would smell cigarette smoke and my heart would start to race. It was hard to function. For a long time after this happened. People would assure me that these kinds of people don't escalate, but I know that that's not true. No one good watches someone sleep every night.

[Vince]

Okay, wait, hold on. In case you're thinking, kind of like thinking what you're thinking, like what I'm thinking and. And connecting the dots, that was. That wasn't me in this story. I actually quit smoking recently. I mean, I never even smoked to begin with. I don't know why. It smells like smoking here.

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[Vince]

Okay, we're back. Let's. Let's play another tape. Hold on, let me grab it. Ah, dang it. I opened the wound on my hand. It's seeping. It's killing me. Here we go. I guess I've got to be a lefty from here on out.

[Storyteller 1]

I was probably 15 or 16. I grew up in a house that was built in the 50s 60s. Creaky boards and stairs that made noise on their own whether people were on them or not. I'm middle of three kids and both my parents still lived in the home. So I knew everybody's footsteps in the house. It's one of those things that you just kind of, you know people's footsteps when you hear them you get used

[Vince]

to

[Storyteller 1]

Was middle of the night. My parents sleep down the hall. My brother shares a wall with me. My sister slept in the basement bedroom downstairs. We all got to bed about the same time. We got in our rooms at about 09:00'.

[Vince]

Clock.

[Storyteller 1]

It wasn't unusual to hear people like turning over in bed, but walking out in the hallway was uncommon. I'm sitting in my bed, lights on computer notebook or whatever, and I hear footsteps in the hallway. And it was one of those moments like you kind of stop and you listen. And I heard them and I figured it's nothing. It's probably my dad. He woke up, get a drink of water or something, midnight snack. But the footsteps sounded off. It didn't sound right. He didn't really wear heavy boots, he wore dress shoes. And so I assumed maybe he's got a different pair of shoes on or something. He just put something on so he wasn't walking barefoot. But then I kept hearing it. Pacing up and down the hallway. I kept listening. I'd had music playing my headphones. But at that point I'd taken my headphones off cuz I was like, I need to know what's happening. I can't quite tell. And then finally the footsteps kind of stop outside my door. Okay, maybe he's just trying to see if I'm asleep. Maybe he's trying to check in on me. Maybe he's mad that I'm up so late on a school night. So I kind of held my breath and waited. And nothing. He didn't knock, he didn't say anything. He didn't acknowledge that, you know, I was still awake. I'm going to bed. I'm not Gonna deal with this. This is scaring me. Maybe it was just nothing. I'm imagining it. I'm scaring myself for. So I'm trying to go to bed, and I'm laying there in the dark, and I'm just like, okay. I don't hear footsteps. This is fine. I'm safe. The alarm is on in the house. We're good. I woke up the next morning, and I could hear my parents talking in their bedroom. I went to go see what they had been talking about because my mom sounded upset. I walked down the hallway, and I kind of pushed the door open. I stepped in, and then it was like my dad was kind of just staring at me, waiting for me to say something, like I knew something that he didn't. And then my mom waved me over and was like, come here. I want to make sure you're okay. And I'm confused. I walk across the bedroom, you know, like, what's going on? Why wouldn't I be okay? She's turning me around, checking my arms, checking my legs, trying to make sure that I haven't hit my head, that I'm not bleeding, and she won't explain why. And then she turns me, and I can see the door frame. All of a sudden, it's not, are you okay? Did you do this? Is this supposed to be a joke? I'm just sat there trying to process what all is happening, because I've been awake maybe 10 minutes, and I'm staring at the door frame. There was a handprint, kind of like a smudge at first, until you look closer and you realize it's not a blob. It's individual fingerprints. And then we open the door, and it continued through the door frame on this bright white paint, this dark brown, red, rusty color. These are adult handprints. These aren't a child. This wasn't my brother messing around. This wasn't a hurt animal in the house. This was somebody deliberately leaving a mark. My heart dropped out. My stomach dropped. My dad's always been a very straightforward, serious. So he assumed it had been a joke or something, and so he was upset about it. My mom was just scared. My siblings came into the room. My mom was checking them over, trying to make sure none of us had been bleeding or injured of any kind, and, like, had come to talk to them in the middle of the night, and they just didn't wake up or whatever. But what scared us the most was that it was too high to be from, like, the pets or anything. Bumping into something and injuring Themselves. Because we looked them over, they were all fine. No blood, no cuts, no injuries. And that's when I turned my head and saw a bloody handprint on the door jamb of the sliding glass door. But the handprint itself was positioned in a way that looked like somebody had braced themselves against the door frame to step over the threshold into the house. The entire backyard is fenced in. Gates everywhere with locks and things. It would be difficult but not impossible to gain access to the backyard, but the house is fairly heavily alarmed. We had two guard dogs, two big dogs. And so it's that. That sense of, oh, I'm safe. The house is fine. Nobody's gonna even try and get in. While my mom's a heavy sleeper, my dad is not. He'll wake up at anything. You breathe wrong, he wakes up. We were like, did somebody get into the house? And then we took a look down the hallway. It's not just the one handprint. There's more handprints down the hall among these family photos that my mom has on the wall. Fingerprints, handprints, as like somebody was bracing themselves throughout the house. Is there somebody in the house somewhere? The door had still been locked. The alarm had been armed, and there was, besides the handprints, no signs of anybody else in the house. It was like somebody had just disappeared after gaining entrance to the house somehow. We talked to the alarm company. They saw no waivers in the alarm. The alarm company never lost contact with the system. It never called police, nothing. And this was a system that if you hit a window when the alarm was set, it would set off every alarm in the nearest, like, three houses. It never went off. It was terrifying. All we could think was, is there somebody in the house somewhere? What do we do if there is? My mom had my siblings and I and the pets all in her bedroom. My dad went to check the house, check the basement, you know, check everywhere. He checked the garage for the attic access to make sure nobody had gotten in there. And there was nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing. Every time we tried to bring it up, my parents were like, oh, it was nothing. It was probably just, you know, one of you guys cut your hand and didn't realize it. But these were bright white walls that, like, you. You saw it the moment you looked at had happened in the middle of the night. You know, maybe there was a way that the door had relocked itself somehow, and the dogs just happened to not realize it. And so nobody barked and nobody was woken up or anything like that. But the dogs were usually pretty Good about strangers not being in the house. Even if somebody just knocked on the front door, they'd. They'd freak out, they'd bark, and you'd have to kind of put your foot in front of them to hold them back from strangers. So the house was well protected. But obviously nothing's impossible.

[Vince]

Okay, this is uncomfortable. Just to be crystal on this. That also was not me in this story either. I know the parallels seem very parallel. Let me put a little perpendicular spin on this and say that you're crazy for even thinking that. I hurt my hand yesterday chopping veg or folding laundry. Or maybe reloading a new cartridge in the stapler. I can't remember. Let's take a break for ads.

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[Vince]

Oh, hey. So I know the story seemed pretty suspicious, but I promise I'm a really good guy. I mean, Terry would have never hired me if I wasn't really buttoned up. Malachi, come on, bud. You're not helping me at all here. Anyway, many thank yous for visiting us today. Multiple mucho graciases. Hope you had a most delightful visit to our humble retail place. May you have a wonderful day and many blessings upon you. Malachi, I need this job. Hold on. Wait. How long has there been a bird in here? What the f. Is. Is that a. Is that bird? What the fuck is that bird?

[Narrator/Announcer]

Radio Rental is created by Payne Lindsay and brought to you by Tenderfoot. TV show showrunner is Meredith Stedman. Lead producers are Eric Quintana and Steven Perez. Executive producers are Payne Lindsay and Donald Albright. This episode is hosted by Tony Cavallaro Writing by Meredith Stedman Original score by Makeup and Vanity set with additional score by Jay Ragsdale Sound design, mix and master by Stephen Perez and Cooper Skinner Editing by Eric Quintana, Sean Nurney, Steven Perez, Meredith Stedman and Cooper Skinner. Our production manager is Jordan Foxworthy. Cover artwork by Trevor Iler and Rob Sheridan Radio Rental merchandise by Byron McCoy to shop radio rental merch, visit shop Tenderfoot TV special thanks to Oren Rosenbaum and the team at UTA, as well as the Nord Group and the team at Odyssey. If you have a radio rental story that you'd like to share, please email us at yourscarystorygmail.com or contact us via the form on our website radiorentalusa.com follow us on Instagram radiorental On behalf of the Radiorental store, we'd love it if you'd subscribe. Rate and review as always, thanks for listening.

[Advertiser 2]

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[Payne Lindsay]

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[Storyteller 1]

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[Payne Lindsay]

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[Narrator/Announcer]

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[Payne Lindsay]

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[Storyteller 1]

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[Advertiser 1]

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[Payne Lindsay]

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