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Terry Carnation (0:35)
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Rainn Wilson (0:52)
The following podcast includes scary stories with content that could be triggering to some listeners. Listener discretion is advised.
Terry Carnation (1:06)
Take a break from the same old boring blockbusters and experience a new kind of movie night with Radio Rental at Radiorental. 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 videos. So frightening, so mind bending, you won't be able to sleep at night. You've gone Radio Rental. Do you think you can handle the horror? Which is, ironically, exactly what my mother asked Ceylon when we got engaged in 1997. Does the idea of the undead not even cause you to blink an eye? Then you must be very brave. Very brave indeed. But are you brave enough for Terry's not so Fun House? Welcome into Radio Rental.
Unknown Storyteller (2:28)
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Terry Carnation (2:29)
Step right up to Terry's not so Fun House. That's right. Just for today, in honor of All Hallows Eve, I have turned my video rental store into, you guessed it, a terrifying blood curdling haunted maze. Cue sound effects. All right, it's time. The maze calls to anyone who's brave enough to take it on. Line up right here. And that'll be 17.99, please. Actually, 1899. And also, sorry, I don't have change, so you might want to just give me a 20. Sorry. Sorry for that, folks. Oh, hello there, dear customer. I assume you're here to view one of my terrifying tapes with horror stories told by real, actual human people. Well, I'm all too happy to oblige. Tis the season after all. So here, let us find you a tape that fits the season. Ahaha. This one will be good.
Unknown Runner (3:50)
I previously moved up to Philadelphia after graduating college. Really got into running up in Philadelphia. I kind of found like my first hobby in life, I guess you could say. And I was particularly excited to you know, actually get out and have a little bit of different terrain in terms of running in the city. I find a trail I knew I definitely hadn't been on before. I get out to the trail directly after some really, really rough thunderstorm weather. I show up. Nobody else is there, presumably because of the terrible weather that had just occurred. I get out, get my shoelaces together, do my stretching and everything like that. And I get my watch set up and I put my phone away. I keep it in my car because I don't like to run with it. The plan was to run five miles, pick a direction, stay on the trail, do two and a half. Once I hit that two and a half mark, turn around and come back. It was around 7pm in late August, so still a decent amount of light. With the pace that I normally do, it shouldn't have taken me more than 30, 40 minutes. So I should get back plenty of time before it's too late or too dark and everything should be fine. So I kick out and it's gorgeous. There is this nice creek to the left of me. As I'm going down this trail, there's different trails that are kind of forking off. And I'm just making sure I'm following the signs that, you know, direct. They allow horses on them because they're wider and the rain hadn't really washed out too much of them. A good bit down the trail, I notice another individual coming past me. I could tell that it's definitely an older woman. Her clothes really didn't stick out to me or anything like that. But what did really stick out to me was she had this super long white straight hair. It stuck with me. I was just thinking like, wow, her hair is insane. Like, I wonder if that's natural. I continue on with my run. I'm making good time. It's starting to cool off now, so I feel a little better. I'm working up a sweat. When I got to the two mile mark, I'm coming down a valley and I can see another individual on the trail. Looks like they kind of have the same clothes as the woman that I'd saw before. And as I'm getting closer, I notice again the hair. Instantly I get this shiver of adrenaline come over me. Oh my gosh. I made a wrong turn somewhere. I just went in the loop. There's no way that this woman, she'll be passing me. I thought I was on the same trail. I'm continuing straight and I'm moving along pretty fast, a lot faster than this woman. Who's presumably just kind of meandering along, walking. She's looking at her feet as she's going up and I'm coming down. And I could have sworn she had like this look on her face that she knew I was freaked out, like she knew that she was freaking me out. She had like this smirk or whatever. I fly past her. I kind of start to slow down. I'm a little bit confused. I'm looking around at maybe if there's any signage or anything, trying to get my bearings either. She knows the trails better than I do, and maybe there's a cut through and she had cut through and cut me off somehow. There's no way that she was moving that fast to do a loop or anything on this trail. The trail wasn't supposed to loop at all. What I had decided to do was I'm going to turn around, trust myself, I'm going to go back the way I came, and I'm just going to assume that this woman knows that there's a cut through and she took it. That's the only plausible explanation as to how she's coming in the opposite direction of me. I gather myself, I start making my way back up the valley. It finally begins to level out. And so my gaze starts going from my feet to in front of me. And then finally I can see directly down the trail to the bridge that I had crossed over to go over the highway. I'm jogging up to it and my heart starts to sink. And I'm looking and I'm like, oh, my God, the gate is closed. Why is this closed? Who closed this? You know, maybe I can go ahead and open it. And I finally get up to it and I'm looking at the signage that I just had completely ignored when I was running it over the first time. And it's an automatic gate, essentially, it closes off and it cuts off access to the two sides of the trail system automatically. At 8pm as I'm sitting there and I'm freaking out like, oh my God. Crap. I got to figure out how I'm going to get around this. I don't have my phone with me, so I can't look at any maps, it hits me, where's the woman? She was going in the opposite direction. There's no way that she got back over the bridge before 8pm simply by walking. I'm thinking from a logical sense, okay, this confirms to me that there has to be a cut through. There's no way that this woman made it to the side of the bridge before this gate closed. In addition, there's no way I'm the only moron that has gotten themselves trapped on the other side of this embankment by 8pm I start looking around, you know, maybe even something as simple as a deer trail that cuts through the sides of the woods and maybe gets to a less treacherous embankment of the highway in which you can just kind of walk across the highway. I'm looking around, it's starting to get a little dark now and it's cooling off and the wind starts swirling. It looks like there might be another round of these storms coming in. I start to look around, jog a little bit, slow back down the embankment, looking for this cut through that this woman had to have taken. Not seeing anything. I jog all the way back down, looking from side to side to see if there's any cut through. Nothing. Running out of options. It's starting to get dark, it's getting real windy and I'm getting real freaked out. I decide to start running back down the embankment, definitely at a faster pace and hoping that it loops somewhere just to get over to the highway and figure it out from there. Totally freaked out at this point, confused and just moving in a direction in which I have no idea where it goes. I don't know where it snakes. All I know is that I gotta keep going to my right and make sure that I know or at least can hear where this highway is. It's getting real dark and windy. There's dark storm clouds moving in, so it's a lot darker than it should be at this point in time. I remember looking at my watch to keep track of the time and I was around four miles. I'm starting to get exhausted. I'm freaked out. And just as I'm kind of having this realization like I'm in a pretty bad spot right now, especially without my phone, I just hear this gut wrenching shriek echoing around me like nothing I had heard before. Just encompasses the whole tranquility of the forest. It 100% sounded human. It sounded distressed. It sounded like it was right next to me. Because it's dark and the canopy's over me, I'm not able to determine the direction of it. It feels like it's swirling around with me in the wind. I full on felt like I was going to have a panic attack. My body and everything in me is just saying we got to go. I'm completely just beside myself and I'm just sprinting. I'm not paying attention. I'm not looking at the trail really I am just running. I'm getting destroyed by pricker bushes and branches and stuff in my way. I'm just flailing, running as fast as I can through these woods, just hearing my breath, running through these woods, twisting my ankle, crashing into stuff. At this point, it's extremely dark, and I can barely see 20, 30ft into the woods beside me. There is this presence that is just half a step away from me, ready to grab me, and I couldn't go fast enough. I continue down the trail, and I spot the highway, still on a pretty decent embankment. But at this point, I'm like, screw it. I'm not staying in here. I just send myself down this embankment. I stayed on my feet for about half of it and eventually started to roll, crashing through pricker bushes, rocks, sticks, and just come crashing down onto the highway. I pick myself back up, don't even check if I'm okay, and I just start jogging on the pavement back up the highway to the right, and I finally spot the trail entrance where my car is. I get in the car, I put it in drive. I drive a Tesla, and the autopilot feature just kind of comes on. It's detecting a human figure just standing in front of the car. I look up, nothing's there. I throw the car into reverse, and I'm still looking at the screen, following my cameras as I'm backing out of the entrance. And the figure is still standing there even as my car moves. The figure that the car is detecting isn't moving at all, and nothing's there. There's no pole, there's no tree. There's no reason why the car should be confused in thinking that there is a human figure standing right in front of me. Not a thought in my mind other than I need to get the hell out of here. I push it down in the drive, and I just punch it home. Floor it. Driving like a maniac around these very dark, creepy, windy roads back to my place. I walked in, shut the door, locked it. I remember checking every single door and window in the house, making sure they were locked as well. Didn't turn on the tv, didn't make dinner, didn't do anything. I straight up got my dog, went to my room, shut the door, locked it, and just laid in bed. I don't even remember particularly falling asleep that night. I was just sitting there over and over again, trying to make sense of what had just happened to me. It doesn't make sense how she got in front of me. It doesn't make sense how she would have gotten over the bridge. It doesn't make sense that there were in fact no cut throughs, that I had to move an additional 2, 3 miles just to get to a small enough embankment that I wasn't going to die if I threw myself down. Where these trails are are believed to be where individuals who are involved with satanic rituals live. There's a lot of old stone dilapidated structures that are known as witch huts and things of that nature. That entire situation of her getting on the other side of that highway, not passing me and coming in the other direction, her movements, the shriek, the figure being pointed out by the car in the Autopilot system. I'm 100% certain that something supernatural was with that woman. She had to have been a witch.
