Scary Stories For A Rainy Night - Ep. 250 - Quarter Blood Deep

Summary

Scary Stories For A Rainy Night - Ep. 250 - Quarter Blood Deep

Podcast: Scary Stories and Rain
Host: Being Scared (Dane)
Date: October 6, 2025

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Episode Overview

In this milestone 250th episode of Scary Stories and Rain, listeners are immersed in a collection of deeply unsettling, true experiences—each told with calm narration and the ever-present patter of rain. Themes range from ghostly encounters in childhood homes, vivid sleep paralysis, and familial psychological horror, to outright predatory danger and the mysteries of strange childhood friendships. Each story blends subtle psychological dread with eerie, inexplicable phenomena, all underscored by the host’s gentle delivery.

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Key Stories and Discussion Points

1. The Valley and Its Evil Mysteries

[02:09 – 07:50]

• Setting & Background: The narrator’s family moves to their mother’s childhood home known as “the Valley,” a place infamous among relatives for inexplicable, frightening occurrences.
• The First Incident:
  • The narrator, as a child, hears a radio blaring in an otherwise empty garage, prompting a fearful dash across a dark yard. Once inside, it’s eerily silent—and their father is found in the house, not the garage.
• Shared Haunting:
  • Years later, the narrator’s brother recalls nearly the identical event—except he witnesses a dark silhouette of a man on the garage’s roof.
  • Quote:

    “As he turned back towards the house, he made the mistake of scanning his surroundings. To his absolute terror, he saw a very distinct form on the roof. What appeared to be the silhouette of a man stood stock still right above the door he needed to use to get back inside.” (A, 06:20)

• Ongoing Effects: Such incidents persist through their time in the house, leaving both siblings questioning what else they might have seen if they’d dared look up.

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2. Paralysis and the Visitor in the Night

[07:50 – 10:35]

• Recurring Sleep Paralysis:
  • The narrator describes a particularly disturbing sleep paralysis episode while at their parents’ house:
    • They hear unfamiliar, deliberate booted footsteps and a chilling, whispered “Hello?” in their ear while unable to move.
    • The encounter intensifies as the presence approaches and touches them, jolting them awake.
  • Memorable Moment:
    • The mother, who suffers similar sleep disorders, calls to check in after hearing screams downstairs—blurring the lines between dream and reality.
  • Quote:

    “But the footsteps pause and then continue from the hall towards the kitchen. I call out to her once more and in response there is the creepiest voice I have ever heard. ‘Hello?’ Just as casually and creepy as he wanted to be.” (A, 08:55)

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3. The Mother-in-Law from Hell: Psychological Horror in the Family

[10:35 – 29:40]

• Introduction to ‘Mrs. Psycho’:
  • What begins as an innocent relationship devolves into a terrifying ordeal of psychological abuse and manipulation at the hands of the husband’s mother.
• Escalating Control:
  • Mrs. Psycho becomes enraged over wedding decisions and exhibits increasingly possessive, menacing behavior.
  • The couple is subjected to gaslighting, constant invalidation, and stalking by the parents-in-law.
• Key Red Flags:
  • Mrs. Psycho’s disturbing pleasure in causing harm (e.g., revenge letters) and emotionally abusive dynamics.
  • The tension peaks when, after the narrator gives birth, Mrs. Psycho makes an unsolicited, ominous claim:
    • Quote:

      “You have to share her, you know.” (A, 21:55)

  • The host notes her tone was “cold and possessive... not said in a cute, new grandma kind of way.”
• Climactic Confrontation and Smear Campaign:
  • The couple’s refusal to yield eventually leads to a smear campaign—false claims on social media and even door-to-door harassment in their neighborhood.
  • Resolution: Forced to sever all contact, the couple ultimately finds peace as Mrs. Psycho relocates.
  • Message:

    “Not all abuse is physical… psychological torture exists in the form of extreme invalidation.” (A, 29:31)

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4. Halloween Nightmare in Liverpool

[30:20 – 39:00]

• Recalling a “Fond” Memory:
  • A British narrator reminisces about trick-or-treating as a teen, then relays a terrifying incident from Halloween 2003.
• The Horror Unfolds:
  • A seemingly harmless old man invites two of the group into his house, promising them sweets—once they help with some high cupboards.
  • Inside, the situation turns threatening as the man reveals his true, predatory nature (armed with a knife and taser), and physically attacks.
  • Quote:

    “Apparently when the fella turned up again, he was completely naked with only his shoes and socks on.” (A, 36:30)

  • Sam and Corky barely escape—one dives out a second-story window, his hand slashed open.
• Aftermath:
  • The group, traumatized, never goes to the police due to fears of being blamed as “teenage troublemakers”—living with lingering dread rather than closure.

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5. The Mysterious Girl in the Bushes

[39:01 – End]

• Setting in the Philippines:
  • The narrator recounts their childhood in Baguio, a city built atop mountains, and a friendship formed with a mute, elusive girl among the tall grass.
• Growing Uncanny:
  • The girl never gives her name and repeatedly insists the narrator follow her “home” behind a rock—where there is no house.
  • The girl can never step beyond a certain point. Interactions become more desperate and intense, with her begging the narrator to go with her.
• Final Encounter:
  • On moving day, the narrator sees her watching from the bushes, making an odd gesture, and then disappearing forever.
• Lasting Questions:
  • The narrator reflects on never being able to recall the girl’s face and wonders if she was ever really alive.
  • Quote:

    “The weird part is I cannot remember her face at all… It is as if it was wiped from my memory.” (A, ~40:50)

  • The story concludes with the haunting ambiguity of an “unnatural friendship.”

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Notable Quotes & Most Memorable Moments

• On sibling shared hauntings:

  “If I had just looked up when approaching the door, would I have discovered that I was not alone either?” (A, 07:29)

• Chilling sleep paralysis visitor:

  “His voice is almost in my ear even though his footsteps are on the other side of the wall...” (A, 09:04)

• On mother-in-law psychological manipulation:

  “There came a point after hearing this story when I didn’t want to be left alone with my partner’s mom anymore.” (A, 17:04)

• Host’s direct warning to listeners:

  “I hope everyone listening out there may be aware that not all abuse is physical.” (A, 29:31)

• Halloween story’s horrifying twist:

  “The old bloke shuts the door behind him after saying something about keeping the cold out...” (A, 32:26)
  “The old fella had stabbed his hand as he had been hanging from the window frame…” (A, 36:02)

• Childhood ghostly friend:

  “I just realized that she always seemed to wear the same clothes… But the face. I cannot remember her face.” (A, ~40:50)

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Timestamps for Key Segments

• [02:09] – The Valley: First paranormal story and family hauntings
• [07:50] – Sleep paralysis and the uninvited voice
• [10:35] – Mother-in-law (Mrs. Psycho) psychological horror, manipulation, and family breakdown
• [21:55] – “You have to share her”: Possessive and chilling grandmother moment
• [29:49] – End of extended psychological horror narrative, summary message on emotional abuse
• [30:20] – “The Halloween Incident”: Teen trick-or-treating turns into a nightmare
• [39:01] – The ghostly girl in the Filipino mountains: A friendship with something not-quite-human

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Tone and Style

• Atmospheric: Rain provides a persistent, calming audio background, creating an immersive setting juxtaposed against disturbing content.
• Intimate & Honest: Narrators share emotionally vulnerable experiences with a reflective, sometimes conversational delivery.
• Matter-of-fact: Even amid shocking or macabre stories, the host’s calm tone lends a chilling realism that heightens the unease.

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Final Reflection

Scary Stories For A Rainy Night Episode 250 offers an evocative blend of the supernatural, psychological horror, and real-life dangers. Each story is crafted to disturb not with jump scares, but with the subtle, lingering chills of unresolved questions, unseen presences, and the everyday faces evil might wear—whether in a haunted garage, within the family, or in a quiet child’s friendship that slips through the cracks of memory.

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For those who couldn’t listen, this episode is a gallery of true-life nightmares—some barely believable, some all too relatable—shared under the soothing cover of rain.

Transcript

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When I was in middle school, my family moved into my mom's childhood home in order to take care of my grandpa. This property is located in the woods near Lake Michigan and everyone refers to it as the Valley. I grew up hearing all of my aunts, uncles and cousins scary stories about growing up in the Valley. Once my family moved in, we quickly learned why the Valley truly is the most evil place we have ever been. At the time, my mom was working third shift while my dad ran his own business out of our garage. One night I really needed to talk to my dad. But he wasn't in the house. Knowing he was pretty probably working in the garage, I popped my head outside to check across the yard. I saw all of the lights were on in the garage as well as what sounded like the radio blaring. Totally convinced my dad was in the garage, I decided to leave the safety of the house. I focused on the welcoming light of the garage and began sprinting across the 100 or so feet of pitch darkness. As I entered the light of the garage, a sense of relief washed over me as I called out to my dad. This relief proved to be short lived as I instantly realized something was very wrong. Now, standing in a deafening silence, I didn't see my dad anywhere. I know I heard something that sounded like the radio just moments ago, but now all I could hear was my panicked breathing. I would not have made the terrifying trip over if I had not heard that convincing sound. Before my heart had the chance to start beating again, I took off back towards the house. What previously took me maybe 30 seconds, I now covered in 10. I was so terrified, I decided it was best to solely focus on the door and getting my butt back inside. As I burst through through the door, I found my dad in the living room looking as if he had been there for hours. Like so many horrifying experiences at that house, I just tried to not think too much about it and moved on. It wasn't until we moved out a few years later that I would be reminded of this experience. Like I have previously mentioned, my family often tells their scary stories of the valley. And this is what we found ourselves doing one night. As it became my brother's turn to tell a story. It didn't take long for it to sound very familiar. My brother described the same instance of needing to talk to our dad. He saw the lights on and heard the radio blaring in the garage and was convinced he would find our dad working out there. He ran through the darkness, only to discover exactly what I did. Nothing. No sounds of the radio and no dad. It was the next bit that had my blood turning to ice. While I tried not to scare myself any further and focused solely on the door, my brother did not. As he turned back towards the house, he made the mistake of scanning his surroundings. To his absolute terror, he saw a very distinct form on the roof. What appeared to be the silhouette of a man stood stock still right above the door he needed to use to get back inside. This outline was so dark it was contrasted against the surrounding woods. I have no idea how he summoned the Courage. But my brother ran like a creature back to the house and through the door. Once, hearing his version of events, I couldn't help but wonder if I had just looked up when approaching the door, would I have discovered that I was not alone either? So I've been having these sleep paralysis episodes way more often than usual. Last week I went to my parents house and fell asleep on the couch after getting off work. So I'm laying on the couch and I start to hear footsteps, but I know it's the middle of the night and no one should be up. Besides, it's pitch black. No one has turned on a light, which is necessary as my mother is remodeling and there is stuff everywhere you need to turn a light on. Also, I know what the footsteps of everyone in the house sound like, but these are none that I have ever heard. They are heavy, like intentionally heavy. Almost as if someone is wearing boots and very deliberately walking heel to toe. I call out hoping it's my mother and maybe she can't sleep so she's heading to the basement to do some laundry. Maybe she's carrying a basket it and couldn't balance it and turn the light on so that's why her steps sounded strange. When I call out to her but there's no response. But the footsteps pause and then continue from the hall towards the kitchen. I call out to her once more and in response there is the creepiest voice I have ever heard. Hello? Just as casually and creepy as he wanted to be. Also, aside from the fact that whoever it was, he isn't supposed to be here, his voice is almost in my ear even though his footsteps are on the other side of the wall in the hall. Obviously I instantly freak out and scream out to my mother who is upstairs to let her know that there is someone in the house. And then I hear him moving faster throughout the downstairs, his steps coming closer to me the more I yell out as I'm screaming. I try to get up but I can't move. Usually it takes me about a minute or two to realize that I'm having an episode and I can bring myself out of it. But this one was too real. All the signs of an episode were there, but this was way too real. He made his way around the corner to where I was on the couch, coming close to me and reached out to touch me in the center of my chest with his pointer finger and I finally awoke. I sat there heaving like I had just climbed 10 flights of stairs with chronic bronchitis as my body and Brain attempted to catch up with reality, but I just couldn't shake the feeling that it wasn't a dream and I felt like I was being watched. After a minute or two of trying to catch my breath, my phone rings and it's my mother seeing if I'm okay because she heard me screaming. This isn't unusual as we both suffer from the same sleep disorders and talking and making noise in our sleep throughout the night. We are also too lazy to get up or yell, so we usually FaceTime each other even though we're in the house together. She tells me she heard me scream her name, but she couldn't tell if it was real or if she had dreamt it. I was always a very naive, innocent kind of person. I was the type of optimist who believed there was a touch of goodness in every heart. A dangerous mindset to be in. I realize now that seeing the world through my rose colored glasses put a big flashing red target on my back. Often when you think of scary stories involving creepy behavior and psychological abuse, you think of an occurrence from a stranger. In my case, it came from my mother in law. My husband's mother initially adored me. Not for any reason other than thinking I could easily be controlled. I was meek with a passive personality, so it made sense that I would come across like someone who could be easily influenced. Looking back on it, I cringe at how creepy the situation really was. For the sake of this story, I'll call my mother in law by the name of Mrs. Psycho. At the beginning of my relationship with my husband, Mrs. Psycho and I were getting along great, or so I thought. She would take me shopping, give compliments about my hair and girly stuff like that. As the relationship with my partner grew more serious, she would rant and rave to everyone in our neighborhood about how much she adored me and how I was like the daughter she never had. So naturally I thought things were progressing positively. But certain things were just really off about Mrs. Psycho. I noticed little tidbits of her behavior. At parties and neighborhood social gatherings, she would sulk in a corner and I would chalk it up to her being socially awkward or anxious. But looking back at it now, I noticed that she was always whimpering about something negative going on in her life. How she fell off her bike and hurt her elbow while riding through a construction zone. How one neighbor complained about her parking in front of his house, losing her job because she couldn't get along with a co worker. The list went on and on. In every story, she portrayed herself as the victim of some unusual circumstances.

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One huge red flag that my simple mind didn't understand at the time was the story she was always telling about her other son, my partner's brother. She'd say some really disturbing things about he had held her, my partner and his dad hostage in their own home and how he had physically punched their father in the face. The way she described the story made it sound like my partner's brother was a bully to the whole family. In all her wild stories and accusations about him, she always scolded her son in ways that I just can't imagine ever scolding my own child. What my husband and I didn't fully interpret at the time was the underlying problem, which wasn't necessarily his brother, but the woman who had been a driving force for the insanity behind the behavior. Psychological abuse can trigger emotional responses in very unpredictable and disturbing ways. Mrs. Psycho's behavior became evidently creepy after our engagement. She showed signs of unhealthy enmeshment. First, she was angry that we didn't tell her immediately when we had gotten engaged. Then she was angry when we changed the wedding date without first asking for her permission. She expressed a desire for my future husband and I to live in the upstairs of her house and pay her rent. We told her that we can afford our own home and we want to start a family, so that wouldn't work out. The infuriation in her eyes was frightening. She would look normal one moment, then if you told her something she didn't want to hear, her eyes would turn black. The memory of her eyes still sends me with a frightening chill down my spine. From there, she became increasingly controlling. Mrs. Psycho and her husband, Mr. Psycho, would start showing up to our house every other day or so. I started counting how long they could go without having to see us, and that number came to three days. There was no privacy and I felt that I had to close the curtains over our windows every night. I locked the bedroom door a few times before bed just to be on the safe side. Despite our relationship being pleasant in the beginning, I noticed that I was now feeling like I was treading on eggshells around Mrs. Side Psycho, or rather landmines. I realized I couldn't talk to her like I used to be able to. When me and her son were just dating, I remembered when we would be able to have nice in depth conversations and I had allowed myself to be vulnerable with her. I confided in her about how I had a lot of social anxiety and that her son came into my life during a time that I was suffering from crime crippling depression. I talked about how he had brought a ray of sunshine into my life, thinking that speaking kindly about her son would please her. But she just had this unfeeling glazed look across her face. Hoping to mend my relationship with her, I decided to help her out one day with organizing her antiques. She had this hobby of going to auctions and buying and selling knickknacks, buttons and stuff like that. She would get very proud of her collections of things that I sort of thought were junk. But to be polite, I told her I saw beauty in these things, hoping to get back on her good side. There were some creepy dolls in the mix, including this horrifying looking vampire doll with piercing red eyes. She said she had had that doll for years and used to scare my husband with it when he was a kid. She laughed at this and the sound had an eerie satanical vibe to it. As if this wasn't enough to freak me out, she then told me this story about how a female coworker complained about her to the HR department at her company. Mrs. Psycho wrote a letter that was meant for the coworker's husband, telling him that she was cheating on him to remain as anonymous as possible. She told me how she slipped on a pair of black gloves and drove the letter to a faraway location so that her address couldn't be traced. I remember feeling very uneasy about her story, Wondering how she could get angry enough to drive hours away Just to cause emotional harm to another human being. There came a point after hearing this story when I didn't want to be left alone with my partner's mom anymore. He tried to talk to his parents about how I was feeling. Feeling like I was on eggshells around them. But they flipped the narrative to say that they were the ones feeling like they were on eggshells around me. During this time, I painstakingly realized that psychological torture exists in the form of extreme invalidation. Not having your feelings acknowledged can really drive a person crazy. It was then when I felt a little more clued into what may have happened to Mrs. Psycho's other son. I can't be sure because I never met the guy, But I think he was driven mad by his mother's severe emotional neglect. Now she was pulling the same tricks on me and my partner, Gaslighting us into believing that we were just too sensitive. When my husband and I started figuring out that something was off, things got even creepier. His parents started showing up to our house to corner us into submission. What I mean is, they would tell us stories to make them seem like victims so that we would give in to demands of what they wanted at the time. If we denied their requests, they would use psychological manipulation by telling us that we were uncaring or ungrateful. One example of this manipulation was when I became pregnant. I explained that the smell of pizza made me extremely sick. Sick. But this was ignored when Mrs. Psycho insisted that we go to a pizza restaurant for her birthday. I was confused with why. I felt like I couldn't say no. My husband was in the same predicament. Somehow, I think we sensed that something bad would happen to us if we declined. This is also because Mrs. Psycho's husband and her sister had contacted us, Telling us explain explicitly that they weren't allowed to say no to her dinner invitations anymore. They explained it like saying no hurts her feelings. But there was something else there that I can't quite explain. Something hidden beneath the surface that sounded really threatening. I had no idea why, but I just did not feel safe. Then, only two weeks after giving birth to our daughter, I had the creepiest interaction of my life. Mrs. Psycho caught me alone while I was on my front porch. The weather was really nice, so I was rocking with my baby in one of our outdoor chairs. She came up to the doorstep and assumed a seat in a chair next to me. Then, in a quiet, ominous voice, she.

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You have to share her, you know. Her black eyes flicked to the infant in my arms. I know what you might be thinking, but this wasn't said in a cute, excited new grandma kind of way. Her voice sounded cold and possessive, with certain passive aggressive intent behind the statement. I naturally clutched my arms around my daughter tighter, feeling a protective instinct take over me. Mrs. Psycho had expressed to me before that she had always wanted to have a daughter but was only ever able to have sons. Maybe I was being influenced by the postpartum hormones or just overall feeling paranoid, but a disturbing thought occurred to me that she might want to get rid of me somehow, to have my daughter to herself. I later told my husband about the bizarre interaction with his mom and how I couldn't keep up with the heavy psychological demands of his parents anymore. It was all taking a strange, strange emotional toll on me as well as a strain on our marriage, and I still couldn't pinpoint exactly why. Nevertheless, they were causing us a lot of stress, which was impacted on me all the more. While I was trying to adapt to my role as a new mother, I felt like I was going crazy. They even restricted me in bizarre ways, telling me that I was not allowed to refer to our daughter as my baby. The stress was enough to make me physically sick. At first, my husband hesitated when I told him about my concerns, stating the usual spiel that was natural for him to say that they were his parents and he couldn't just drop contact with them. But something in his voice contained fear and it wouldn't take long before he would realize how screwed up the situation actually was. The incident that drove him to the point of cutting off his parents happened when they cornered us in our living room, demanding that we watch their aggressive dog while they went on vacation for five days. My husband almost caved, but stayed firm when he told them, no, we can't. We have a two month old baby to look after. The murderous glare his mom then flashed at me was intense and enough to make me crawl out of my skin. I thought for sure she was about to lunge at me and wring her icy cold hands around my neck, causing me death by strangulation. I was terrified. Mr. And Mrs. Psycho eventually left our house, but they were clearly angry that they weren't able to convince us to conform to their will. My husband and I had a dark, suspicious feeling that something bad happened was about to happen. First, we received lengthy emails from Mrs. Psycho, mostly insulting me. She said she thought I was brainwashing her son, and she went on to portray herself as a victim. She used the knowledge of my anxiety disorder to make an argument that I was mentally unstable and dangerous. She threatened to post about me on Facebook and mess up our lives if we didn't apologize for deviating from what she wanted. At the same time, she told me that I was dead to her and listed all the mistakes I had made in the past as well as my faults. We remained silent, not wanting to engage with her any further. My husband and I were scared, spending most of our days cooped up in our bedroom, not knowing what to expect. But we stayed strong through the process of separating from the toxic relationship. Mrs. Psycho proceeded to make good on her threat, posting about me publicly on Facebook. She said that I was crazy. She even went a step further, saying that I had borderline personality disorder, which was entirely fabricated. It didn't end there though. An active smear campaign against me ensued as Mr. And Mrs. Psycho actually went door to door to everyone's house in the community, posing as good citizens to warn everyone about their extremely dangerous, manipulative, 5 foot tall daughter in law. My neighbors didn't react the way that was expected, though. They were more weary of her than of me. Instead of ruining my reputation, which was the desired effect, most people in my neighborhood were majorly creeped out by Mrs. Psycho's efforts. They were equally creeped out by Mr. Psycho's willingness to go along with the whole thing. I guess after years of being beaten down with his wife's abuse, he was just an empty shell of a man, a flying monkey to his wife. There are a few doctors and therapists in my neighborhood who believed that Mrs. Psycho may have been projecting, meaning that she is confessing that she is potentially dangerous and volatile while pinning it on me. This, along with some stories of Mrs. Psycho's interactions with other people in our neighborhood confirmed that something was disturbingly off with this lady. This information made the situation all the more unsettling when Mr. And Mrs. Psycho showed up to our house for what we suspected would be a confrontation. My husband and I were watching Survivor in the living room with our baby when the doorbell rang. He crept to the front window to peer behind the curtain to see who it was. I could see the fear on his face. It's my parents, he said, and my blood ran cold. I immediately ran with the baby upstairs, pausing only to tell him that it was his choice whether to answer the door or not, since they are his parents, but that me and the baby would be hidden away. As I made my way up the stairs, my husband hovered by the front door, conflicted. He didn't know what to do. Meanwhile, I could hear jostling at the front door like his parents were trying to force their way inside our house with a spare key. I am thankful to this day that we had just changed the locks a few days before so they couldn't get in. I proceeded to run upstairs and closed the bedroom door behind me, locking me and the baby inside. I held my daughter close, my heart thudding wildly against my chest. When there was a knock on the bedroom door, I reacted with a jolt. My husband's voice on the other side calmed me down. He told me he didn't answer the door. He was trembling. When I unlocked the door to let him in. His face was pale. He showed me a text message that said, anyone home? Followed by another text that said, you're a coward hiding behind your keyboard. I don't know what would have happened if my husband had chosen to answer the door, but I shudder to think about it. My husband and I both blocked them after that, phone numbers, social media accounts, everything. Thankfully they moved away to another state. We have since had no contact with his parents for almost two years and our daughter is growing in a happy loving environment free of toxicity. I have since armed myself with knowledge so that I will be less naive about creepy behavior in the future. I have studied up on narcissism and the negative psychological impact on that some people can have on others through gaslighting and invalidation. I hope everyone listening out there may be aware that not all abuse is physical.

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My name is Danny and I live here in Liverpool in the UK. I am 33 this year, so obviously my trick or treating days are well behind me, but the times I got to throw on a scary costume and head out into the night with my best mates are some of the fondest memories I have from my youth. That's even aside from the free sweets. And we all know how stuff just tastes better when it's free. But maybe I am looking back through rose tinted glasses to a degree, because I do remember one Halloween that was mostly definitely not all fun and games. In fact, what happened that night was probably one of the most terrifying things that's ever happened to me, even if it did take me a little while to realize the significance of it. So me and my childhood friends are all either 15 or 16 during the Halloween of 2003, right on the verge of being too old to trick or treat anymore. Saying that considering most of our voices had broken at the time, us turning up at people's houses was less cute kids begging for sweets and more like moody teenagers extorting people out of their Haribo Minis under the threat of egging. People were generally pretty sound about it and only once did we have to actually throw an egg in anger. But there were many, many occasions where a homeowner would take a peek through the living room curtains before just refusing to answer the door. And it's not like we could egg everyone, we only had a pack of six and had to use them sparingly. Fun fact, a lot of places around ours just refused to sell teenage boys eggs during the Halloween season. As one Bloke said to me, you don't look like the type to take these home to make a Spanish omelet, do you lad? Point being, there came a point during the evening when we were pretty dismayed at the pathetically low amount of chocolate we had managed get our hands on, which is what directly led two of us to make a huge error in judgment. So later on in the Evening, maybe about 9ish, we are in this fancier neighborhood near the river, knocking on house after house and generally getting the knock back from the owners, until we come to this one house where an older guy actually answers the door with a smile. We give it the old trick or treat greeting, to which he responds by laughing warmly and giving us a little clap, which was unusual but not entirely unwelcome. He starts telling us how not a single set of trick or treaters has knocked at his house all evening, and since he finds Halloween a great deal of fun, it had left him pretty dismayed. We get into a casual conversation with him about our costumes, who we were supposed to be and all that, and although I don't think he managed to pick up on a single reference, he was very complimentary. He then goes on to tell us that since it's getting late in the evening and he was unlikely to get anyone else calling at his house, that we were welcome to as much chocolate and sweets as we wanted. He told us that he had stocked up on like a shed load of stuff, thinking that he was going to get many more visitors than he ended up getting, and since he was off to bed soon, soon we could just help ourselves, otherwise all the chocolate would just end up sitting in his cupboards for a year and he wasn't about to give kids year old sweets come next Halloween. We had basically hit the jackpot, thinking that we could just rinse the old fella of his sweets and make up for the paltry amount that we had collected over what had been an unusually fruitless trick or treating session. Only he said there was one small problem. Since he was getting on in his years and didn't get out much, his oldest grown up son had come by to drop off all the sweets along with his usual weekly shopping. Then, without having thought it through, his son had put all the sweets in a top cupboard in his back pantry, one that was way too high up for him to reach without doing his back in. If a couple of us were willing to help him reach the cupboards and take out a few tins of sorts, soup for him in the process. The sweets Were ours all of them. Now I know what you're thinking. Who is daft enough to just wander into a complete stranger's house in the middle of the night? Apparently we were, and I'll explain why. Firstly, we were in the middle of our teens and most of us were big lads, hardly in a position not to be able to defend ourselves. Secondly, this fella seemed pretty old and infirm, hardly a big threat to us, especially since the two lads who volunteered to go inside to help him outnumbered him two to one. And thirdly, the fact that one of us had managed to pilfer a bit of peach schnapps out of his parents booze stash, which was promptly shared as soon as we were able, had seriously impaired our judgment. So pretty much as soon as the old bloke laid out the terms, two of us, Sam and Corky, volunteered to go inside and help the fella get his soup so we could get our sweets. They went inside. The old fella shuts the door behind him after saying something about keeping the cold out, and we wait outside in the street buzzing about having hit the chocolate jackpot. Like I mentioned, we were all pretty tipsy from having shared that bottle of booze. So we're just sitting on the stone wall outside the bloke's house, chatting and waiting. A few minutes goes by. Sam and Corky haven't reappeared yet, but I think we were just in too high spirits to really notice. A few more minutes go by and we start getting a little bit impatient, wondering what is taking so long. It had gotten colder and colder as the night went on and by that point it was actually starting to drizzle and none of us fancied getting soaked on the walk back home. So one of us gets their phone out and starts trying to ring Sam and Corky on their mobiles, to which there was no response. We actually start cursing them out now, speculating that they are stashing some of the sweets away in their costumes or something so they don't have to share with the rest of us. The lad who had tried to ring them does so again, shaking his head and getting annoyed as the rain started to get a bit heavier. Then right at that moment, we hear a bang of something smashing against the wooden gate at the side of the old fella's house. It was loud enough to make us all jump, so we stand and turn around to see what could have made the noise. That's when I see Sam climbing over the wooden gate at the side of the house, like scrambling over it as fast as he could, like he had seen seen a ghost or something. We are all like what is going on mate watcher? And clambering over the wooden fence near the back gate before basically throwing himself over the other side and hitting the concrete driveway with a thud. The pure fear in his eyes. When he started running down the driveway at us shouting for us to run. We all started backing off like getting ready to leg it. When Sam stops turning back towards the house and saying something like oh, Corki's still in there. Crap, crap, crap, he's still in there. Everyone starts asking him what just went on for him to come running out like that, but he doesn't respond. He just looks up towards the second floor of the house with a gasp. I turn to try to see what he's looking at and watch as one of the top windows of the house opens up. It was one of those kinds that opens up by the rotating from the bottom. Like it doesn't open like a door but like a hatch if that makes any sense. We can't really see what's behind it thanks to the darkness inside the room. But out of nowhere we just see Corki emerging from the window, climbing out backwards while gripping onto the ledge. He's trying to edge out Tomb raider style so we can drop feet first into a section of flower beds that were very fortunately placed underneath the window. I say very fortunately because I am not messing around. It must have been a 15 foot drop at least from the second floor window. At least 15ft. Then as we're watching him do this, there's like a flash of movement in the room above Corki who then screams this proper horrible blood curdling scream before crashing into the flower beds beneath him. He fell so awkwardly too. Like my first thought was that he had to have broken something having fallen that distance in such a way. So I start rushing towards him to help him up and get him moving. But to my surprise he just bounces back up out of the flower bed and starts legging it down the driveway towards us. That same horrible look of fear on his face that Sam had then, that was that. We just bailed. Sprinting as fast as we could down this long dark road that led towards the river. Not stopping until we reached the promenade which was lit up in this ominous pumpkin orange street like Glow Pretty opt for Halloween, right? Not that it occurred to me until months afterward. Only when we were certain we were a safe distance from the blokes house did we stop to catch our breath. But it didn't take long for those of us that had waited outside to demand to know what had happened. Only then did we see the blood pouring out of Corky's hand from a cut so deep we could actually see this pale bit of tissue in the orange light, which turned out to be one of his actual bones. The old fella had stabbed his hand as he had been hanging from the window frame, and that's what caused him to scream and drop. I remember Sam just sitting down on the concrete near the railings, just with his head in his hands. Maybe he was trying to fight back tears, I couldn't quite tell. But it was Corky that spoke up first. He pulled a knife on us, got us into the back pantry thing and pulled a knife on us, he said, hands in his knees, still panting. He had something else too, like his phone or it was a Taser, lad. He had a Taser. My auntie had one that looked exactly like it. I'd know it anywhere. Sam interrupted. We were all just in shock and listened as they went on to describe how the nice old fellow we thought we were dealing with turned out not to be so nice or so old at all. Corky told us as soon as he had gotten them into the back pantry, he had risen up from being all hunched over and started to move a bit more limberly, which is right when Corky said he started to get the creeps. Realizing that something wasn't right about the guy, the old bloke pointed at the cupboard where the sweets were, told Sam and Corky to help themselves, then just sort of disappeared after telling them he'd be back in a minute. The cupboard was apparently so high up that Sam had to give Corky a boost up to actually open it, and when they did actually open it, there was nothing inside at all. No soup, no sweets, no nothing. Then the next thing they knew, the guy was blocking the exit to the pantry, holding a knife and what was, according to Sam, definitely a Taser, and was ordering each of them to go upstairs. But that's not all. Apparently when the fella turned up again, he was completely naked with only his shoes and socks on. We didn't get all the grim details out of them for a few months, but apparently the guy wasn't suffering from any dysfunction, if you catch my drift. They said they had listened to him at first, heading towards the staircase before they attempted to escape, with Sam heading out the back doors into the yard and over the fence. But Corky was sort of trapped on the stairs with the guy, blocking his escape Escape. So as I mentioned, he had to run upstairs, find a front facing window and just climb out of it. We considered calling the police right then and there. I mean, he had obviously just stabbed one of my friends in the hand. But Corky had other ideas. Even with his adrenaline pumping, he explained pretty coherently that there was no way he could complain to the police. That he could see the older fella putting on that innocent old man act again and just telling the police that we had forced our way inside and tried to rob him. Then he'd defend himself. And that's how Corky ended up with a wound on his hand. I remember the lad who was about to phone the police just stopping dead thinking about it for a second, then putting his phone away. Five lads, way too old to be trick or treating, stinking of booze versus the word of one sweet old man who was apparently no threat to anyone at all. It'd be an open and shut case for the police. Or at least that's what he got into our heads. I'm sure there's people who might hear this and disagree, knowing there was some way of us having evidence in our favor or, I don't know, something to prove that we weren't lying. But I suppose we'll never really know since we didn't act on it. To find out, we stayed away from that neighborhood for years. We eventually managed to get it together to enact some kind of revenge. But when we went back to the place we found it was some young couple living there, the older fella apparently being long gone. We didn't get any closure at all. But closure is overrated. There's a lot to be said for the power of just forgetting, you know? But yeah. Anyway, this has gone on long enough, I reckon. So I'll wrap it up. The story of the scariest thing to ever happen to me or anyone I know during Halloween. And honestly, it's probably the most disturbing thing to happen to me in my entire life. I am now 36 years old and I live in the Philippines, in Baguio city, a city that was built on top of the mountains. I remembered having a friend when I was around eight or nine years old. It was summer and all the kids were on vacation. As the youngest, my brothers and their friends rarely allowed me to join them whenever they were playing. I have my own set of friends around my age, but most of them are girls and I always wanted to be part of the big boy club. One time my brothers went out and I was the only one left at Home with my parents. My mom allowed me to go outside and play. Unfortunately, all my playmates were out at the time with their parents, so I decided to play on my own. Since we live in a city that was built on the mountains, it is common to have bushy tall grass and mountains of dirt in the area. I decided to play with some dirt and do some digging. But before I do, I have to walk and make my way to the thick bushes to reach that small circular patch of land that is free from any vegetation. As I was doing some digging, this little girl who was also around my age approached me and asked if she could join. I politely accepted as I have no one else to play with. A few hours passed and she hadn't told me her name, even though I introduced myself more than once. Whenever I asked her her name, she would always keep quiet and would change the subject. It was getting pretty late and I had to say goodbye. She asked me to meet her at the same spot the next day. The following day, all the kids in the neighborhood are out to play, including my brothers. I decided to play with my friends and totally forgot that I was supposed to meet my new friend. But as soon as I remembered, I saw her from afar. Half of her body was hidden inside the bushes and is making a gesture that I should come with her. I waved back and made a hand gesture suggesting she should come and join us. Weirdly enough, she would not step out of the bushes and would just stand there waiting for me. I ignored her for a while, thinking that she was probably shy and would come and join. Eventually. After playing, I decided to join her. As I was about to approach her, she went ahead but nodded at me, acknowledging that I am coming to join her. Upon arriving at the same circular patch of land surrounding by the bushes and tall grass, she asked me to come with her to her house. I asked, where do you live? She responded, just behind that big rock, pointing at the big rock that was covered in bushes and tall grass, but there's nothing there. I don't remember seeing any houses beyond that. I responded, and her response was just come and I will show you. As soon as I was about to join her, I heard my brother scream my name, asking me to come up for a snack. I grabbed my friend's hands and asked her to join us instead for a snack. And as I was guiding her out of the bushes, she suddenly stopped just a few steps away, back to the pavement and told me, I cannot go beyond here. I would just meet you back at the same spot when you're done. And she ran back to the bushes until I could no longer see her as a kid. It did not occur to me the weirdness and the unusual behavior that she showed me. The next day, I decided that I would spend more time with my new friend. I went out and headed straight to the usual spot. And there she was digging as if she was continuing the hole I had dug a few days ago. I joined her. She held my hands and she asked me to be closer to her. Suddenly, my brothers and his friends decided to come to the same spot we were playing, not knowing that it was their hideout. Whenever they were trying to sneak for a quick smoke and drink some liquor, surprisingly, they allowed me to be there. So we continued to dig as if nothing happened. When suddenly my brother asked me, why aren't you playing with your friends? They came to the house looking for you. They're in there now waiting for you. It did not occur to me at the time that it was weird. They did not even acknowledge my friend's presence. But I told my brother that I would be there in a few minutes. After smoking, my brother and their friends left the area. So I was left alone with my new friend. Again, she held my hand and asked me to come to her house with her behind the big rock. This time she was forceful and a little aggressive, as if she was desperate for me to go with her. Like almost crying. I remember her hugging me three times while begging for me to join her. I still remember that moment when I was very uncomfortable with the situation because I know that there was nothing behind that rock. I have been there many times before and it just leads to another section of thick bushes. I insisted on not going and I held her hands and dragged her out of the bushes. But she shouted, stop. I told you I cannot go past this point. And I replied, why? What do you mean? She forcefully took my hands off hers and ran back to the bushes. I felt really bad, as if I should have joined her. But at the same time, I was scared for my own safety. The following day, I decided to spend more time again with her. I asked her to at least come with me and sit in between the pavement and the bushes. She agreed. We sat down. While watching the other kids play, we were approached by my friends. Joanna, one of my closest friends friends told me, hey, let's go to Yvonne's house and watch tv. There will be snacks. Come on. But when I was about to introduce my new friend, Joanna and Yvonne grabbed me by the hand in a hurry, dragging me away from my new Friend. I could only look back at her and could not even say goodbye. A few months had passed. My family decided that we will be moving out and living in a different place. During those months, my friendship remained with that girl. Same spot, same time. The day we were about to leave, I saw her just peeking from the bushes, from inside the car. I was told not to go anywhere by my parents because everything was ready. I remember not removing my eyes off her until I could no longer see her. As the car drove away, she did the same. But she made a weird gesture. Just when we were about to lose sight of each other. She pointed to her head and pointed back at me. And it was the last time that I ever saw her as a kid. It did not occur to me that my situation was scary. I remembered her. Our unnatural friendship. The weird part is I cannot remember her face at all. It is as if it was wiped from my memory. And I am really good with faces. I can still remember all the kids faces except for hers also. I just realized that she always seemed to wear the same clothes. A dirty white dress, almost yellowish. Black shoes with white socks. Hair always tied upwards. But the face. I cannot remember her face. Up until now I always wondered what if I had joined her to go to her house? What would have happened? It bothers me still today. What happened to her? Is she still alive? Or was she really alive in the first place? I know this was not an imaginary friend because of the emotions. This sensation whenever I was with her. It was all real. It was not an imaginary friend because I was never sad when I was a kid. Whatever or whoever she was, I am just hoping that she is doing well. It's.