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Dr. Sophie Yang (0:30)
The world in all its terrors. Interested to learn more about unexplained entities and dark legends from across the globe? Join myself and Dr. Sophie Yang as we share horrors, fears and taboos from her home in Taiwan and discuss the similarities and differences between what scares souls in the east and West. Learn about what haunts the Taiwanese mountains, what comes for you in death, and much more. Check out that Scares Me Too. Available now. That's two like Boo Hate Waiting a.
Terry Carnation (1:01)
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Narrator (1:17)
The following podcast includes scary stories with content that could be triggering to some listeners. Listener discretion is advised.
Terry Carnation (1:31)
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 videos. So frightening, so mind bending, you won't be able to sleep at night. You've gone Radio Rental welcome to Radio Rental. If you're new here, what took you so long? Radio Rental is a little video shop of horrors, and not just because of all the dust and my ghastly alphabetizing system. Actually, let's not focus on the negatives. Let's watch a new scary tape, shall we? And remember, these are all 100% real creepy. Laugh.
Storyteller (3:01)
When I was around 8 or 9 years old, I started having this dream. I would wake up, my door was open and there was a man standing in my doorway. This went on for years. My mom and I were driving home from school one day and I had had one of these dreams earlier that week. I could not shake it. I just said, I've been having these really weird dreams about a man in my room. She asked me to walk her through the dreams and I walked her through this very vivid dream. She asked me if I knew what A repressed memory was. As 10 years old, I had no idea what a repressed memory was. She said, I'm going to tell you what happened to us when you were little. She started to tell the story, and she said, that was something real that happened to you. Everything came back. This was in the summer, the dead heat of the summer in the Midwest. It was mid-1990s. I was about 4 or 5 years old. I split time between my mom and my dad's house. This was a particular evening where I was with my mom. My mom and I lived in an apartment complex. We were on the ground floor. Our unit had two bedrooms. We had one long hallway that ran from the living room down to the bedrooms. And the bedrooms were on opposite sides of the hallway. Sitting in my mom's bed, you could look across the hallway and see into my bedroom. We also had a cat named Sally. Sally would never leave our side. Always would sleep with me. She just would never leave the room you were in. We were pretty new to the community, did not know too many people around. My mom was having her bras and underwear stolen from the communal laundry room. I think she just chalked it up to someone being really creepy. This particular evening was on a Thursday, which was notable because on Thursdays I got to sleep in bed with my mom. My parents were really trying to encourage me to sleep more independently. But I was really excited because I got to sleep with my mom. On this particular night, we went to bed at the same time because it was in the middle of the summer. There were two open windows that were just above the headboard behind the bed that we were in. We fell asleep. I remember waking up at some point. I lifted my head up very slightly. Sally was jumping off the bed. I saw her run into my room. I could not see into my room. It was pitch black. But I could see the hallway. And I saw our cat disappear into my room. I felt it was an important thing to wake up and to tell my mom. I turned to her and I nudged her. She stirred very slightly but didn't wake up. I looked back into the hallway, and when I looked back, I saw the dark shape of a man standing in my mom's doorway. I yelled, I kicked my mom. I shoved her. And she also looked up and saw that there was someone in her doorway. It was dark behind. We could just truly see the shape of his figure standing in the doorway. My mom was just screaming. She picked me up and she threw me out of the window. I remember expecting to hit the window and then I didn't. The screen popped, and I fell into some bushes. She very quickly jumped out after me. I remember my hand hurting so bad because she was just yanking me running. I don't even know if my feet were touching the ground. I remember us running down the grass to one of the walkways to just be in a lit area. It was just very dark. The pathways were the only things that were l. And so we ran down to one of the walkways that was maybe 200ft from the window. Never seen my mom that scared before. She was sort of running in circles, looking, trying to scream for help, trying to just get someone's attention. I was scared that my mom was scared. I think I understood there shouldn't be a man in the doorway, but I didn't understand what. We had likely just escaped at some point. There was someone, I think, who had just parked their car. Maybe they had gotten off work late or something. They heard us screaming, and they came over. It was an older man. My mom didn't want to go back into someone's house. No one seems safe, I think, in that type of situation. So we stayed in the parking lot while that man went into his unit and called the police. And I don't think we waited very long. What I really remember was sitting on the wooden steps. The police were asking us questions, and they were coming in and out. The police don't really know how he got in our front door. The deadbolt was unlocked, and the chain was down. My mom, again, as a single woman with a child, swore up and down as she locked that door. She checked it multiple times. She locked it when we walked in. She made sure it was locked before we went to bed. It was locked. The chain was up. The deadbolt was there. What the police had surmised is that the man had exited through that door. We didn't have a patio. We had no other exterior exits.