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Scary Stories For A Rainy Night - Ep. 293 - Dead Walk

Scary Stories and Rain

Fri Nov 21 2025

Summary

Scary Stories For A Rainy Night - Ep. 293 - "Dead Walk"

Podcast: Scary Stories and Rain
Host: Being Scared (Dane)
Release Date: November 21, 2025

Episode Overview

This episode of Scary Stories and Rain delivers a chilling lineup of unsettling and true listener stories, set to the soothing, stormy backdrop of rainfall. The tales range from home invasion terrors and doppelgänger animals to glitches in the fabric of time and truly strange encounters on dark roads—making it perfect for listeners seeking nighttime frights or atmospheric bedtime storytelling.

Key Stories & Discussion Points

1. The Man at the Window

Story 1
Timestamp: 02:21 – 10:18

Narrative:
A young mother recounts a terrifying night when her child's bathtime is interrupted by a strange tapping at her apartment window. The harmless sound soon becomes sinister when it moves from room to room, accompanied by an eerie sing-song voice.
Escalation:
Her dog barks ferociously (a rare behavior), prompting the mother’s fight-or-flight instincts. Grabbing a knife, she pulls back blinds to see an old man with a "Grinch-like" grin staring in (04:14). She flees with her daughter to a neighbor’s, pursued by the man.
Resolution:
Police respond in time and apprehend the man, who confesses to stalking the narrator for a month after first seeing her at the grocery store.
Reflection:
“I am the type of person who locks all the windows and doors no matter how safe I feel.” (09:34)

2. Ghost Dog in the Hallway

Story 2
Timestamp: 10:18 – 11:59

Narrative:
After a family visit, the narrator’s uncle wakes at night and sees what appears to be the family’s dog, Cain, silently staring in the hallway. Later, it's revealed Cain was caged in a locked room.
Supernatural Suspicion:
The uncle insists he saw Cain, but the narrator muses, “It wasn’t Cain. It was something trying to take the form of Cain… The intentions of that potential entity remaining unknown make it all, all the more disturbing.” (11:40)

3. A Childhood’s Haunted Mansion Memory

Story 3
Timestamp: 12:57 – 19:40

Narrative:
A child of immigrant parents in Germany attends a lavish party at a mysterious mansion. She’s cornered by two big white dogs before being saved by a pale girl who quietly disappears.
Twist:
No one else recalls seeing a girl her age—her nanny insists, “No child, I think you’re mistaken. There was no other girl. In fact, it seems children were not invited to this event.” (18:50)
Reflection:
Decades later, the narrator wonders if she saw a ghost: “Some things we ought to never find out, and I am okay with that.” (19:32)

4. Time Loops and Missing Time

Story 4
Timestamp: 20:54 – 29:37

Narrative:
A family repeatedly experiences strange “missing time” after moving to a new area. Days and routines begin to loop—errands feel out of order, and entire hours are lost or doubled.
Personal Crisis:
The narrator gets caught in an especially harrowing loop, runs to break free, and injures himself at a bus terminal before the world snaps back to normal (27:18). The family silently acknowledges the uncanny events without openly discussing them.
Vivid Description:
“Over and over we would go about the same events stuck in an endless loop with no way of knowing what is happening or how to escape.” (22:55)

5. Hotel Room Intruder

Story 5
Timestamp: 29:37 – 36:10

Narrative:
On a post-divorce mother/daughter trip to Tahoe, a teenage girl sees a man in a black hoodie attempting to quietly break into their hotel room. Both she and her mother see him through the peephole.
Aftermath:
Security cannot find the man, leading to unsettling speculation about how he knew which room they were in.
Lingering Fear:
"I can tell you though, I didn’t sleep much that night." (36:03)

6. Woman on the Side of the Road

Story 6
Timestamp: 37:28 – 43:06

Narrative:
Driving through Yosemite, the narrator spots what appears to be a “body” on the roadside. Urging her husband to turn back, she finds a frightened, well-dressed woman attempting to reach the Chevron station.
Denouement:
Police later confirm the woman fled a violent domestic incident. The narrator’s empathy is palpable: “She seemed very sweet… I always wondered about her and whether she went back to him.”
Lesson Learned:
“My husband listens when I say There's a body on the side of the road.” (42:52)

7. Creepy Canal Encounter

Story 7
Timestamp: 45:31 – 53:53

Narrative:
A solo female boater, living aboard with her pets, gets stranded near a derelict industrial site. After weeks without trouble, she hears deliberate brick-banging noises at night, followed by inhuman growling.
Human Threat:
Days later, she encounters a “scruffy, dirty looking man” who mocks her by calling her cats’ names, as she did that night—a not-so-subtle warning that he had been stalking her.
Primal Response:
“I just instinctively felt the need to stare him down and not show fear. And boy do I hope my instincts were right.” (52:34)

Notable Quotes & Memorable Moments

Sing-song Intruder Threat:
- "I'm here to play with a very pretty lady, a lady that I know, a lady that I see, a lady that I often see in my dream." (04:42, Story 1 Narrator, recounting the old man’s voice)
On the Unexplainable:
- "Some things we ought to never find out, and I am okay with that." (19:32, Story 3 Narrator)
Existential Dread:
- "At its worst, a tirelessly, endlessly cycle of hellish continuity, leaving you exhausted and shaken by the time you end up getting out of it." (23:21, Story 4 Narrator)
Refusing to Show Fear:
- "...I just instinctively felt the need to stare him down and not show fear. And boy do I hope my instincts were right." (52:34, Story 7 Narrator)
Aftermath & Family:
- "In this house, we don't have to say a word." (29:29, Story 4 Narrator, on shared but unspoken trauma)

Timestamps of Important Segments

| Timestamp | Segment | Description | |-----------|------------------------------------------|-----------------------------------------------| | 02:21 | The Man at the Window | Home invasion/stalker horror | | 10:18 | Ghost Dog in the Hallway | Doppelgänger animal/uncanny presence | | 12:57 | Haunted Mansion Childhood | Ghostly child at a forbidden party | | 20:54 | Time Loops and Missing Time | Existential horror — glitched reality | | 29:37 | Hotel Room Intruder | Attempted forced entry in hotel | | 37:28 | Woman on the Side of the Road | True crime/real-life horror | | 45:31 | Creepy Canal Encounter | Stalking, isolation, and human menace |

Episode Tone and Atmosphere

The host delivers the stories in his signature calm, measured tone, with audible rain softly in the background. The contrast heightens the immersive tension—each story builds a sense of dread not with theatrics but through the uncanny realism embedded in the experiences.

Conclusion

Episode 293, "Dead Walk," is a masterclass in atmospheric, real-world horror—highlighting the mundane spaces where the uncanny intrudes: our homes, hallways, childhood memories, and nighttime streets. Whether it’s the dread of being watched, the terror of inexplicable loops in reality, or the all-too-real fear posed by predatory people, Scary Stories and Rain delivers chills for every flavor of listener.

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Transcript

A (0:00)

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A (2:21)

At the time of this incident, I was 29 and my daughter was 3. I was in my bathroom bathing her and kept hearing a sound that seemed to be coming from the direction of my bedroom window. I wasn't concerned with this sound at first because I live in an apartment complex on the ground level and people, especially kids, walk by the window in the mulch all the time. So I continued to bathe my daughter when the sound moved from my bedroom window to my daughter's Now I noticed the sound shift and so did my small dog. She's typically the quiet type as she's 12 years old. The sound was almost as if there was someone tapping a metal object against the glass. Alert. At this point, my dog lets out this ear piercing bark, one I have never heard from her before. Feeling on guard now, I removed my daughter from the tub and wrapped her in her towel and told her to stay in the bathroom as I proceeded to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. Fight or flight at this point is kicking in. As my dog recedes from the direction of my daughter's room, I approach it. Entering the doorway, I begin hearing in a sing song, low guttery voice. I'm here to play with a very pretty lady, A lady that I know, a lady that I see, a lady that I often see in my dream. Absolutely beside myself at this point and my fight or flight senses always in fight mode. I reached the window and drew open the curtains. As the voice kept singing the song and the tapping sound kept repeating on the window. I snatched the blind string and opened the blinds quickly just to come face to face with an old man bearing a long and dirty beard, with eyes that sunk into his head and dark as the night was, he looked at me and grinned, a grin that I can only describe as the one the Grinch wore when he devised his plan. Stuck in a shocked panic for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably no more than a second or two, I began to spring into action. I turned, jetted into the bathroom and grabbed my daughter and my cell phone. I ran to my front door, still holding the knife just in case the man happened to run towards my door. I was dialing the police and on the phone with the dispatcher as I ran out of my door and to my neighbor's house. I proceeded to bang on her door with as much force as possible to get her attention. I wanted my child safe at least. She flung open her door, upset of course, until she saw the terror on my face as I handed her my daughter and began to force myself into her apartment. The old man came running around the corner and into the breezeway, lunging straight for me with a knife of his own. I managed to get my neighbor, her three kids and my daughter into the door. As this maniac arrived within arm's length of me, slamming the door. I told her to take the kids and get into the bathroom because that's the only room in the apartment that the door locks and that there's no window. The old man was now banging and kicking her door as well. As dragging the knife down it. I stayed at the door to ensure that he did not make his way inside and as I'm sitting on the floor, my feet pushed up against the coat closet base and my back firmly against the door, I heard a booming voice, drop your weapon and get on the ground now. I sat listening as the sounds of a tussle came from the breezeway. Then boom. Boom. Boom. You can open the door ma'. Am. It's the police. Relieved, I eased open the door in time enough to see the one officer exiting the breezeway with the man and another asking me if I was okay and if I could answer a few questions. I spent about 15 minutes explaining the situation to him as he jotted down the notes on his pad. The other officer then approached us with two window screens as the old man had taken the one off my window and my daughter's in an attempt to get inside. The approaching officer asked me if I recognized the man and I told him I have never seen him before in my life. This is when the officer looked at me and said that this man admitted having been following me for about a month. He first saw me at the grocery store which is within walking distance from my apartment. Since then he had watched and waited for the opportunity to try to get into my apartment to play with me. According to him, this man followed me for a month and to make it even odder, I would tell my then boyfriend that I felt at times as though I was being watched and I was scared. The main thing I am thankful for is that I am the type of person who locks all the windows and doors no matter how safe I feel. For a bit of context, after moving to a more rural area, I haven't been able to see my grandparents as much as I did when my family and I were living in the city. Because of that, once in a while they will take the long drive over here to stay for about a week or two. Last Monday that is exactly what happened. My grandmother, grandfather and uncle came to stay for a week. Now my family and I own a German shepherd dog named Kane. He is about 2 years old and boy is he hyper. Cain does not like anything coming onto our property or into our home so he will bark for ages unless the thing leaves or we remove him him from the situation. While my grandparents and uncle were here, he barked at each and every one of them through the glass dorm door that's attached to our front door and he would bark at my grandpa whenever he went to sit outside. One night we had him inside In a dog crate. Because he comes inside to sleep sometimes. His crate was placed behind the couch and sitting at the edge of the couch was my uncle. And once Cain got a good sniff and realized that he wasn't one of us, he started barking. So we had to put a blanket over his crate. Now that you know how crazy our good boy is, here's the story as I'm telling this. My grandparents and uncle just left about an hour ago and my uncle had quite a story to tell in the morning. Last night, Kane's crate was placed in my room because, well, I wanted him in my room. Always having outside dogs throughout my childhood, I never got to have one of them sleep in my room with me. So I was quite excited about our upcoming sleepover. After getting the crate in my room and placing a blanket down for Cain, we brought him in from outside and into my room. And in the hallway outside of my room there are two bathrooms on the wall to the left. I closed my door so Caine wouldn't see one of my grandparents or my uncle trying to go into the bathroom and start barking at them in the middle of the night. After reading and talking to Cain a bit, I turned off the lights and we both went to sleep. In the early hours of the morning, around 1 to 3am My uncle got up from the couch to go use the bathroom on the other side of the house. We always have a small light on in the kitchen at night so it isn't too dark. And I'm guessing that's how my uncle saw what he saw in the hallway. After walking from the living room and through the kitchen, he got to where the two bathrooms were. And sitting motionless in front of my bathroom door was what looked to be Kane. His mostly black fur almost blended in with the darkness, making it difficult to see his face. Ears straight up, not barking or growling, just staring heavily. Unnerved, he turned around and walked back to the living room. A while later, my grandpa got up to use the bathroom and lo and behold, nothing was there. My uncle was adamant that he did see Kane in that hallway, but Cain was in my room, inside of a locked cage and behind a closed door. And if he was merely seeing things due to being sleepy, the fear of the situation would have woken him up enough for his illusion of Kane sitting in the hallway to disappear. Sometimes I'll see a spider or multiple spiders on my wall while I'm half asleep. And once I blink or really look at it, they will disappear. But what my uncle saw didn't. So I believe that he did see something, but it wasn't Cain. It was something trying to take the form of Cain. For what reason, I don't know. But the intentions of that potential entity remaining unknown make it all, all the more disturbing.

A (12:57)

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I rarely ever saw her though, since she was a university student at the time. They lived in a nice little house at the outskirts of town on a hill with lots of wood and farmlands. I loved it there and I got to see my parents every week, at least two days on the weekends. This all seems to be a lot of background information, but it is important to understand what came next? The area where my nanny lived did have two more houses close by. And then there were some farmhouses further away. One was our direct neighbor, a nice German family with a teenage son who sometimes played badminton with me. And then there was a huge old mansion that always looked like a castle to me. It was further down the hill and surrounded by some wooden area and high fence was built all around it. Whenever we left the hill or returned, we had to pass this building and I always wondered who lived there. But I never saw anyone and Giesland never talked about them. She was otherwise a very talkative, lively person, so that's why it seemed odd to me. I was never too curious. I kept happily playing alone or with the neighbor's boy or the neighbor's cats, until one evening Giesland dressed me in my finest dress and to my surprise, we went to the mansion. There was a big party, lots of people and fine dresses and expensive looking suits. Tables were full of foods I have never seen before. And the house, although huge on the outside, seemed even bigger from the inside. While I tried to find Giesland, whom I lost sight of after she left for the bathroom, two very big white dogs padded into the dining room where I was sitting. I have had some bad encounters with big dogs, so those two scared me senseless. But I did not want to scream and embarrass Giesland, so I backed up, trying to get away from them quietly. This seemed to spark their interest in me, however, so I ended up having to run from them room to room until I was cornered. I am sure that they never had any bad intentions towards me and only wanted to play. But I was so scared I silently began to cry. At that moment a young girl appeared behind the dogs. I still remember her clear as day, although this happened more than two decades ago. She was around 8 or 9, maybe a little older than me at the time. She had short dark blonde hair up to her chin with a fringe which was slightly curled. Her eyes were brown and she was very pale. On the other hand, was quite dark. The girl called to the dogs and both left the room obediently. The relief I felt is hard to explain. I wanted to thank her, but she had already turned and left before I could. I started running after her when I was suddenly stopped by some old German man I vaguely could identify as the host of the party and beside him, his wife. I don't remember their faces, but I do remember they did not like me being there, practically radiating a form of hostility I could not understand. There was some heated discussion with my nanny, then she took my hand and we left. She was mumbling angrily about their behavior while returning to our home. I looked behind me while we walked and sure enough, the girl was standing at one of the windows, one hand pressed against it, smiling. I smiled back at her and asked Giesland if she thought they would let me play with the young girl from the party sometime. This made her stop and look at me, eyebrows furrowed in obvious confusion. What girl? She asked. There was no other girl your age. I relayed to her what happened before the couples had stopped me so rudely, but the furrows between her brows only deepened. We continued walking and I had only just started thinking that the conversation was over when she suddenly said, no child, I think you're mistaken. There was no other girl. In fact, it seems children were not invited to this event. She added, a grim note in her tone. There was not much I could counter. I was raised not to argue with elders. I never saw the girl again, even though I scanned the windows carefully every time we passed the building. After all these years, I'm asking myself if my brain had made her up or if I did encounter the helpless ghost of a little girl that at one point had lived and died in that house. Some things we ought to never find out, and I am okay with that.

A (20:54)

I will do whatever it takes to get my son back. I honestly didn't see this coming. These nice people killing each other. All her fault. A new series streaming now only on Peacock. Something is going on here. My wife and I recently moved to a new area for more work and housing options to suit our family. This isn't the first that I've written about this either. To make a long story short, my family and I have all been experiencing what seems to be missing time. We've been living here for about a year now and we have settled in nicely aside for the occasional ill. Just call them bizarre incidents. Things are fine. This all started, I'll say, about six months ago. The first time it happened was when my wife and son went for a walk and swore they walked down the street only to end up at the end that they started at. They had been out running errands and had been gone for an hour or two. But in my time frame they walked out the door and five minutes later came in with arms full of groceries and a weird look on both of their faces. We chalked it up to none of us actually paying attention to the time and left it at that only one day. A couple of days later I had something similar happen to me and when I looked back at the road this time it was missing a section. It was weird to say the least, but again, I dismissed this as just being tired, maybe a trick of the light. Looking back, I could not have been more naive. What was happening to us would turn out to be very real. Over the next couple months. The same scenario would play out in the midst of various errands or mundane day to day goings on for days at a time. At first it would be normal only to leave in an anxious web of panic and dread as we seemed to sink into the cracks of a skipping record. Over and over we would go about the same events stuck in an endless loop with no way of knowing what is happening or how to escape. As time went on, it became more frequent and thus more and more difficult to judge the measure of time. At its best it was a blip in time, a short skip over a fragment of instance along our path through our day to day existence at its worst, a tirelessly, endlessly cycle of hellish continuity, leaving you exhausted and shaken by the time you end up getting out of it. This makes it all so much, much stranger. Whenever we escape these glitches, time trudges on ceaselessly as if it had never faltered. And yet you feel like you ran a marathon. It is exceedingly difficult for me to try to explain accurately. Just the other week I made my morning walk down the busy street and down to the bus terminal where I would catch my bus for work, only to get to the end of the road and beyond the other end of where I started again. Again and again. I went through the motions of this morning ritual in a rondo of absolutely terror and astonishment. It would be easy to dismiss walking by identical plumes of grass or a similar maple tree in a town of millions, but God only knows how many times I must have walked by the same Thai restaurant before it clicked for me again. My heart fell into my stomach as I realized I was again stuck in whatever this was. I still don't understand. Doesn't happen every day and I can't say that it's ever occurred to me more than once in a day and never to this sort of scale. Never mind if this is possible. If this is the case. Why? What is the function of time if I constantly have to endure such a loop? What is happening in order to cause this? In that moment I could feel panic start to set in as I again felt trapped in an inescapable prison of infinite space and time. I don't know why, but when I started to feel my instincts swell up to the surface, I just started running. It isn't like I was running out of time. I ran for my life as I was trying in vain to break a record. Like a horse with blinders bouldering down the road, trying desperately to escape what spooked it. Around the bend and through the city blocks of established and once established small businesses marked with thinned canopies of young native saplings and the many parquettes lining the dying burrow through which I commute. I ran straight through to the bus station as if nothing could impede me. Ahead of me I could see the downtown core buses turning off and on the turnout into the bus terminal. A low flying jet plane passes above the hustle and bustle of the city ahead of me. I near the entrance of the bus terminal, quickly making my way towards the crossing between me and the glass door to the lobby. My heart is pounding in my chest to the point where I think it's going to burst. I can barely see sweat dripping out of every pore of my body, carrying the salt from my brow into every corner of my eyes as I vaulted up off the streets and onto the crosswalk walk. I looked up and met the glance of a wiry old man staring up at me from the bench in the terminal on the other side of the glass. I looked down and as my feet met the ground I understepped and toppled face first and slid on, my arms tucked into my chest, colliding into the brick of the bus terminal wall just next to the door. I felt a jolt and I a sharp crack as my head hit the wall. Everything spun around me as the darkness in my head bruised with an aura of brilliant color. I felt heavy as I lurched over onto my side in a daze and with my eyes still closed, I could tell that I was bleeding pretty badly. My head throbbed as the jagged shards of rock and broken glass bore into my arms from the weight of my body pressing down, warm blood mixing with the silt of my sweat and the dusty pavement as I struggled to make sense of my surroundings. I threw an arm up and managed to grab hold of the ledge of the window above and pull myself up to lean against the brick. I opened my eyes and in a blur I made out the streets around me, the bright light of the sun cutting through the haze of my vision. As it all came into focus again, I realized the hustle and bustle was gone. There wasn't a soul around for miles, save for mine. At least out here. My stomach churned as I closed my eyes and my head fell back to meet the cold wall behind me. With my eyes closed, everything began to spin in again and I was met with an overwhelming urge to sleep. As I tried to pull myself out of it, I heard the door behind me swing open and a staggered shuffling with the distinct clatter of a walking stick. It must have been the old man that I saw. That was some show, I heard the old man say as I lay in my daze. I willed myself to perk up and opened my eyes to meet the old man's face above me. Nobody. As I sat up, my stomach hit the roof of my mouth and I keeled over to the side to vomit as my stomach retched while I sit crouched over myself, panting. The digital bell tone sounded on the hour as the midday sun met me from behind the tall buildings above me. The sun, I thought to myself. It's moving. As I slowly started to realize what this meant, a flock of pigeons swoops in, cooing to land at the platform. The passive whispering of distant traffic slowly begins to re enter my periphery. It's over. Addled and exhausted to my core, I made the way wise choice to head back to my place and call in sick for the day. There was no way I was going to put in a day of work after that. Needless to say, I was also covered in blood and scrapes up and down my forearms and likely had a head injury that needed medical attention. My wife at work, my kids at school and daycare, I went up to the hospital myself and ended up getting treated for a moderate concussion. I spent the rest of the week resting and trying to get over what happened to me over the course of that morning. Still, I never told a soul, not even my wife, but I know for a fact she knows she has to at this point. We both experience these things regularly and there's no denying she's acutely aware of the severity of this particular time. Silence speaks countless words. In this house, we don't have to say a word. This story happened in South Lake Tahoe, California about seven years ago. I grew up in Northern California and since I was a kid, me and my family always visited Tahoe. I was very fortunate and grateful because my grandparents on my dad's side owned a cabin there. This will seem random, but it's important to have this context. My parents ended up divorcing when I was about 12 years old. And when this story takes place, I was probably around the age of 14. Anyway, this was one of the first, first times since the divorce that my mom wanted to visit Tahoe, but she didn't want to stay at the family cabin because it was connected with my dad. She ended up having a stay at the Harvey Hotel and Casino. I thought it would be a fun adventure outside from what I had known up until that point, which was that we would always stay at the cabin. Whenever we visited Tahoe, it was just me and my mom having some nice mother daughter time. For the whole trip I don't remember much other than this incident. My mom ended up taking me to the local TJ Maxx and we got some new clothes. We drive back to the Harvey's hotel and go back to our room. Now, if I'm remembering correctly, we weren't on the top floor or the bottom floor. I want to say we were on like the 10th floor. I specifically remember no one being in the elevator with us on our way to the room as we were unloading our new clothes we just bought. I'm standing near the hotel door snapchatting one of my friends when I hear the door knob start to slightly move. Meanwhile, I have my mom in the back of the room on her bed yapping away like she always does. She's very talkative. I remember zoning out and focusing on the door. I very quietly and came carefully looked through the peephole to see a grown man, probably in his early 30s with a black hoodie on, trying to open our hotel room door. There's always that side of us humans that likes to try and rationalize things into a better light. And I was doing just that. Trying to rationalize that maybe he just has the wrong room or something. Even though CL clearly he did have bad intentions, his demeanor said it all. He kept looking over his shoulders, which sent chills down my spine. The way he was slowly twisting the knob freaked me out too. It was very intentional in the way to not alert anyone inside. I told my mom to be quiet and at first she didn't understand why. Once I gestured to the door, looking like I had seen a ghost. She looked in the peephole and saw him. I'm not sure what made him stop trying to get into our room, but one moment he was there and the next he was gone. My mom ended up calling the hotel's security. They sent out security on our level, but he was long gone by then. Me and my mom reflected on what could have happened, trying to cope with what just went down. The conclusion my mom came up with was that he followed us either from the parking lot of the hotel or within the casino, then to our room. When I think about it, I know it doesn't make much sense because how would he know which floor we were on if he did follow us from the lobby? I swear there was no one in the elevator or even on our floor floor when we got out of it. I could be wrong with how I remember it, about being alone in the elevator and the floor. But I really don't think so. I hope I am wrong in a way, because the alternative is that this man also could have been watching us before this incident even took place. He had to have known it was just me and my mom. I don't think anyone would be stupid enough to try that if my dad or brother were with us. It's scary to think what could have happened if he somehow did get into our room. This story is definitely ingrained into my head. And even after all this took place, me and my mom ended up staying in the same room for that night. I can tell you though, I didn't sleep much that night. Extra value meals are back. That means 10 tender juicy McNuggets and medium fries and a drink are just $8 only at McDonald's for a limited time only. Prices and participation may vary. Prices may be higher in Hawaii, Alaska and California. And for delivery, the who's down and who Newville were making their list, but some didn't know Walmart has the best brands for their gifts. What about toys? Do they have brands kids have been wanting all year?

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A couple years ago, my husband and I took a trip to Yosemite. We stayed outside the park in El Portal. One evening while we were driving back from the valley, I noticed that the headlights caught what appeared to be somebody laying down on the side of the road. Both feet pointed towards the street. I told my husband that there was a person laying in the pitch black on the side of the highway. He knows I love my true crime and was absolutely certain that what I had seen was just trash bags. I was so certain I just kept saying no, I saw a body. I know it was a person. We made our way back to the hotel and as we were about to park, my husband looked over at me and said, you're really sure about this, aren't you? You want to go back? I was desperate, yes. As we drove by again, I saw the feet I had. My husband turned the car back around and yelled at him to stop the car. He rolled down his Window and said hey, are you okay? No answer one more time even louder. Hey, are you okay? Suddenly the woman dressed in all black sat up. She was wearing a nice down jacket, black pants and had her purse in of front three water bottles. Her makeup was done nicely and she seemed very sweet. I could tell my husband was absolutely shocked. I asked her where she was headed. She said that she was trying to get to the Chevron station up the road and that her mom was going to meet her there to pick her up. This woman looks to be in her late 40s. I knew something weird was going on because where we found her her the Chevron station was still another seven miles away or so she said in her mind she thought it was only about a mile from her hotel and she could walk it. We offered her a ride and she climbed into the back seat. Not before I grabbed a thick scarf to wrap around my neck and pepper spray. As we drove we tried to ask her questions, just chit chat. I asked why she was laying on the side of the road. She said she had gotten tired of walking and just decided to lay down ready to give up whatever that means. It was winter and she had no hat or gloves on. I could tell she was very fragile. Once we arrived at the Chevron station she thanked us, got out of the car and sat on a bench in front of the car. Closed Chevron station store. We offered to stay with her until her mom arrived but she declined and said she would be fine. I reminded her that there was no cell reception in the area and triple checked that she didn't want us to wait with her. We drove back to our hotel and noticed that there were now two police cars in the parking lot. They had not been there the first time we arrived back from the valley that evening. I told my husband I knew that they had to be there for that woman. I calmly walked over to one of the cars and asked if they were looking for a missing person, a woman. The officer told me that they were and asked if I had seen her. I explained the situation and that I really felt like the woman had something very bad happen to her. He thanked us for picking her up and giving her a ride. He couldn't tell me what had happened, but thought her leaving and going somewhere else was a smart choice. I asked that he go check on her at the Chevron station just to make sure she was okay and that her mom did eventually arrive. I'm realizing that whatever happened was at the same hotel that we were at that evening. I looked up the local police log and found that a domestic violence dispute had broken out at the hotel. The woman had been beaten very badly and she was so terrified that she was willing to walk in the dark without a flashlight just to escape. It's my guess that after walking about a half mile from the hotel, she was in so much pain that she just needed to lay down. I got the feeling like she thought she may actually die there. She couldn't go back to the hotel because she had already escaped and gone to the front desk to call her mom. Her husband knew she had been there and would have come after her. The front office called the police for her while she escaped. It's my understanding that the man who hurt her was her husband and was arrested. I always wondered about her and whether she went back to him. Did her mom ever pick her up? Is she safe Now My husband listens when I say There's a body on the side of the road. Well I was down on my last dollar then I started saving cuz the bank said fiscal restraint is what you're craving so I put my earnings in a high yield account let the savings compound and the interest mount I'm optimizing cash flow putting debt in check now time is my friend and not a pain in the neck and we've got a little cash to rebuild the old debt Boring money moves make kind of lame songs but they sound pretty sweet to your wallet. BNC bank brilliantly boring since 1865amessage from.

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I live in the UK and a few years ago I sold up, took early retirement, bought a boat and dropped out to go on an adventure exploring the UK's inland waterways. I don't have a mooring through choice. The whole reason I bought a boat was to get out and explore, and doing this has taken me to some really interesting places I wouldn't have thought of visiting otherwise. I visited some urban and really lively areas like Liverpool, but also spent time out in the sticks away from everything in extremely rural and peaceful spots. It's pretty cool being able to choose your spot dependent on your mood and if you don't like the area or don't like your neighbors, you can just throw your ropes and move. In the uk, the waterways license enables you to boat without having to take a formal marina berth, provided you genuinely keep moving, with most mooring spots being free up to 14 days before you have to move. This is called constant cruising and if you have a decent craft well set up for off grid living, it's an amazing way of life. Many people choose this way if they're not tied by their jobs or on an adventure like me, but there are many living on pretty shady unlicensed boats out on the network because they can't afford anything else and some with some issues that you would be best to give a wide berth to. I am a lone female boater with just my dog, snorkeling spaniel and two cats as crew, so I follow lots of boating forums to keep an ear out for problem areas or people and try to be sensible with my safety and my choice of stopping points. It's been very rare that I've ever had any sort of issues in the years I've been doing this, but occasionally I'll find I've got little choice about where I have to stop or how long for. In the wintertime I can often come across navigations closed due to flooding or broken infrastructure, like a broken lock stopping me in my tracks. In summer it's not unheard of for a canal to run out of water and find myself unable to move until the level rises again. As I'm riding this I'm stranded on a quarter mile stretch of canal with river navigations at either end closed due to flooding and I have been stuck here for two months now. My cats like to go out so I always try to moor away from roads and seek out spots where the cats would have an escape route from any pursuing dog like a thick hedge or a fenced off area of some kind. So I chose a spot right up at the end of this canal alongside a derelict industrial area. There's a couple of gaps in the steel frame fencing a person can get through and after checking it out to make sure it's reasonably safe and finding mostly just piles of bricks and unusable but deteriorated roadway left, I've been in there regularly walking the dog with the cats even trotting behind. Only once have I ever seen anyone else in there and that was just another lady with her dog. My cats have discovered there's mice in there and they're having way too much fun to come home as often as they usually do, so it's become a nightly ritual to have to go in with my head torch and dog and retrieve them before bed. They are both pretty great cats that think they're dogs. So if I go and shout for them, they'll come running and follow me all the way back. The first seven weeks went without incident, but a few nights ago I was in there shouting for one of my cats when I heard what sounded like bricks being bashed together in. Very deliberate, even spaced multiples of three. My first thought was someone was hurt and maybe can't call out, so they were trying to get my attention, so I stopped and listened. Another three bashes came, but this time nearer. Okay, someone moving and definitely not stuck. So I pick up the pace and think that this is just weird. It's 11pm and below zero with ice everywhere. There's no shelter, just piles of bricks, so why would anyone be in here? My cat comes bounding up at this point so I just scoop her up and practically run back towards the fence. Another three bashes, the first one really loud and heavily emphasized and again all very deliberate and evenly spaced, but this time nearer. Again I've moved quite a distance and turned a corner by this point, but the noise has followed and switched sides like they had cut the corner and almost caught up with me. I get assaulted through the fence and back on the boat, locking it all down. At first I don't hear anything, but my cats do and they keep lifting their heads and alerting to something outside. But then I do hear it. The fence is only about 10ft from my side of the boat and I hear a growling coming from the other side. Loud growling. It was a godawful sound and I sat there scared witless, wondering what kind of freak would be doing that and what they were going to do next. If you can imagine a human trying to mimic the sound of a slow revving motorbike, it kinda sounded like that. And this went on for nearly 10 minutes. I turned all my lights off in case they could see in and sat awake for hours, too scared to sleep and constantly watching my crew for any indication that they could hear anything. But there was nothing further and I eventually fell asleep. Two days later I was walking down the towpath and walked past a small rough looking cruiser moored about 200 yards away from me. As I passed I heard a man's voice mimicking me calling my cat's name. Name like I had been that night before. I looked over and saw a really scruffy and dirty looking man, I would say in his 30s with dark hooded eyes and God awful teeth grinning at me. I have no doubt this was his way of telling me that it had been him that night and he looked like he was now trying to freak me out even more. So I stood, stopped for a second and gave him my best defiant I'm not scared of you and you would think again because I am a secret badass stare. I even managed a sly psychoesque grin of my own right back at him before walking off. I don't know why I reacted like that. Generally challenging someone who might be unbalanced is a dangerous thing to do and wouldn't be my usual approach. Apart from the fact he looked mentally ill at best, possessed at worst, anyone who roams around at night growling has some real scary issues, but just there in the moment, I just instinctively felt the need to stare him down and not show fear. And boy do I hope my instincts were right. Because I am still stuck here and despite my bravado, I am in no way a badass. Thankfully haven't seen him since. In fact, in the two months I've been here, that was the only time I have clapped my eyes on him at all. Despite walking past the boat every other day, I really hope to keep it that way. And as soon as those navigation lights change to signify the river is open again, me and my furry crew are out of here. And to the possessed looking growling guy, I hope your boat is as clapped out as it looks so that you can't follow.