Scary Stories For A Rainy Night - Ep. 302 - The Dead List

Summary

Scary Stories For A Rainy Night - Ep. 302 - The Dead List

Podcast: Scary Stories and Rain
Host: Being Scared (Dane)
Date: December 18, 2025

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Episode Overview

In this episode, “The Dead List,” host Being Scared (Dane) delivers a collection of unsettling and atmospheric true stories, all narrated with his signature calm voice against a backdrop of soothing rain. From haunted childhood basements and ghostly family messages, to mall night terrors, unexplainable technology glitches, and gruesome neighbor mysteries, the stories explore the uncanny lurking just beneath the ordinary. Meant for sleepless nights, the episode balances haunting scares with deeply human moments, leaving listeners with both chills and lingering questions about the unknown.

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Key Stories & Discussion Points

1. Grandma’s Voice in the Darkness

Theme: Familial comfort twisted by the supernatural
Timestamps: [01:30] - [07:49]

• Narrative: The host recounts memories of his devoutly Christian grandmother, whose faith and gentle superstitions both comforted and frustrated him and his cousins.
• As a teen, he finds himself trapped in her basement during a family hide-and-seek game. Pinned in pitch black, he panics—until he unmistakably hears his deceased grandmother softly recite, “Do not fear, for I am with you. Isaiah 41:10.”
  • Quote (Being Scared):
    “My blood freezes. I can’t breathe. I know what I heard and I know whose voice I heard it.” ([04:27])
• His young niece then enters the basement, seemingly led there by an unseen force, and waves at the shadows, “Bye bye. I love you too, Grandma.”
  • Quote (Niece Sarah):
    “Bye bye. I love you too, Grandma.” ([07:10])
• Memorable Moment: The verse meant for comfort from his childhood becomes the most terrifying thing he’s ever heard—but also the most reassuring in hindsight.
• Emotional Insight: The story blurs the line between protection and fear, remembering loved ones with equal measures of warmth and unease.
  • Quote (Being Scared):
    “It’s funny, that Bible verse used to be what she would tell me so I wouldn’t be scared. And it ended up being the single most terrifying thing that I’ve ever heard.” ([07:29])

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2. The Mall Night Knocking

Theme: The anxiety of responsibility and unexplainable happenings
Timestamps: [07:50] - [14:10]

• Narrative: A young retail keyholder working late at an outdoor mall hears persistent banging on the employee entrance after hours.
• No one is visible through the peephole. After repeated knocking and a strangely annoyed voice demanding, “Let me in. Let me in,” they panic but eventually find no one.
  • Quote (Anonymous storyteller):
    “Since I was the only one in the store... I began to do what any 21-year-old would do. Panic.” ([09:52])
• The next day, a real repairman comes to fix the stereo, explaining he hadn’t been there the previous night. The voice and presence remain unexplained.
  • Quote:
    “That’s when it hit me—who was trying to get into my store last night? I never did find out.” ([13:05])

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3. Paranormal Sleepovers, Poking Spirits, and Texts from Nowhere

Theme: The dangers of dabbling with the unknown; technology as a gateway
Timestamps: [14:11] - [23:55]

• Narrative: Two best friends, obsessed with the paranormal, find their sleepovers plagued by moved objects, unexplained pokes, and increasingly bizarre phenomena.
• The ultimate scare arrives via anonymous texts sent to one friend’s phone during a sleepover, referencing secret personal knowledge and giving details about their present activity in real time.
  • Quote (Anonymous Friend):
    “The reply came back: courtney. At this point, we didn’t think it was that strange... But then it got creepier. The texts started saying things like, I see you and I can see you right now.” ([19:24])
  • “We were pretty freaked out at this point. So we began cross checking all the numbers… It was Courtney’s own phone number sending the messages.” ([22:05])
• The texts mirror everything they send, and the mysterious sender claims to be “in the walls.”
  • Quote:
    “Where are you? … It replied: in the walls... The whole thing was just incredibly creepy. I am still searching for an explanation.” ([22:41])
• Discussion: The unnerving way technology can amplify fear, especially in the already-liminal space of adolescence and sleepovers.

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4. The Horror-Movie Motel

Theme: Survival, intuition, and discovering real-life monsters
Timestamps: [23:56] - [31:07]

• Narrative: A couple, exhausted during a holiday drive, stop at a remote, creepy motel. The elderly receptionist is odd but initially harmless.
• That night, the narrator sees glimpses at the window, hears a woman’s screams, and intervenes to save a woman from a violent man.
• The old woman, now hostile, refuses to call the police, then threatens the narrator, later revealed to be covering for her own son—the attacker.
  • Quote (Main storyteller):
    “The old lady suddenly began to throw a fit, telling me to hang up the call and that she would pepper spray me if I didn’t. Realizing that something was really off and that my girlfriend was still alone in our room, I decided to… just get out of here.” ([26:42])
  • “Apparently this wasn’t a random man, it was the old lady’s son. Which makes sense why she didn’t want us to call the cops.” ([31:05])
• The woman survives, and the storyteller keeps in touch. A reminder that sometimes the real horrors are all too human.

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5. The Obsessive Neighbor & Monica’s Fate

Theme: Unreliable narrators, voyeurism, blurred lines between victim and perpetrator
Timestamps: [31:08] - [46:45]

• Narrative: A self-isolated observer becomes obsessed with Monica, the disabled and abused wife of his landlord, Dylan.
• The narrator’s monologue exposes a growing fixation and a belief that he must save Monica from her controlling husband.
• Events spiral: After a violent morning, he confronts Dylan in an elevator. The next day, he finds Monica dead and mutilated on the rooftop garden; her mouth and eyes sewn shut.
  • Quote (Obsessive neighbor):
    “She had no eyes. They were gone. No eyebrows either. They were replaced with thick black stitches that held her eyelids together... Her mouth was sewn into a line. No smile, no frown. Completely straight and emotionless.” ([38:22])
• The horror escalates with grotesque discoveries in the Stevens’ apartment—smells of rot, a meat hook, Monica’s leg prepared as if for consumption.
• An attack and a panicked escape leave the neighbor traumatized, while the police finally uncover Monica’s body.
  • Quote:
    “It wasn’t me that called them, but another tenant down the hall. By the time I was finished washing myself and disposing of my bloodied clothes, Monica had been found by the police.” ([45:08])
• The ending blurs reality—a final “love letter” to Monica, now dead, and a retreat into fantasy, suggesting the narrator’s unreliable perspective or possible complicity.

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Notable Quotes & Memorable Moments

• On the collision of comfort and horror:
  • “It’s funny, that Bible verse used to be what she would tell me so I wouldn’t be scared. And it ended up being the single most terrifying thing that I’ve ever heard.” ([07:29])
• On confronting the supernatural among the mundane:
  • “That’s when it hit me—who was trying to get into my store last night? I never did find out.” ([13:05])
• On the suffocating nature of voyeurs and victims:
  • “Monica, you’re going to love my new place. It’s the cottage we’ve always wanted. I can’t wait to pick you up soon.” ([46:20])

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Important Timestamps

• [01:30] - Episode begins, first story told
• [07:49] - Hide-and-seek basement story ends
• [07:50] - Opening of the mall night story
• [14:11] - Paranormal sleepover stories begin
• [23:56] - Motel horror story starts
• [31:08] - “Monica” the neighbor story begins
• [46:45] - End of Monica/neighbor story

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Overall Tone & Style

The host’s narration is steady and warm, providing a calm counterpoint to each story’s creeping dread. The tone alternates between reflective, confessional, and intensely suspenseful, never breaking the immersive spell created by the gentle rain ambiance. The personal nature of the stories—drawn from listener submissions, personal experiences, or “true” accounts—intensifies their impact and leaves the listener pondering which horrors are real, and which follow them home.

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Transcript

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Hey, this is Dane and this is Scary Stories and Rain. Please join my family and follow this podcast on Spotify or Apple. And if you want the ultimate experience, you can get rid of all of the ads and be entered to win all of my giveaways every month by subscribing for just $2.99 a month. All of the ads gone. Every single giveaway automatically entered. And starting now, today, every Sunday, I'm going to release the ultimate episode. 6 to 12 hours long ultimate Scary Stories for a Rainy Night Subscriber exclusive. And as a reminder, we are now four months away from my first movie release in theaters. Gale Yellow Brick Road A dark and terrifying reimagining of the wizard of Oz. If you want to check out the first trailer, click the link in the description to this episode. And if you're not following my other two podcasts, please go check them out. Scary Stories in Fire and Scary Stories After Dark. The links are in the description. Thank you so much for being here and I really hope you enjoy this episode. My grandma was a simple woman, a firm yet kind mother, a nurturing gardener, a passionate baker, and above all, a devout Christian. Her identity revolved entirely around her faith. Even her sense of humor was so plain that the plainness itself was what made her funny. We had all had our quarrels with her over staunch religiousness, but beneath it all, we knew she cared so much she just couldn't bear the thought of our poor souls being damned. That was the world she lived in. But she was a loving grandma. When I was young and sleeping at her house, I often was too scared to sleep alone. I would come to her bed and tell her that I was too scared. I was always terrified of being alone in the dark. She had this Bible verse she would sing, do not fear for I am with you. Isaiah 41:10. She would wag her finger before tapping my heart to relay that God would always be with me. Thanks a lot, Grandma. She would always sing Bible verses to us instead of sharing her own thoughts. This one stuck with me though, whether it actually made me feel better or I just realized that was all Grandma was going to do when I came to her scared, I always went back to bed and eventually fell asleep. Sadly, when I was 16, she passed away. After the funeral, my extended family gathered at her house for a long get together since we hardly saw each other. Being one of the oldest kids, I found my place entertaining my younger cousins, some of whom I had only seen a few times in my life. We decided to play hide and seek, and after being the designated seeker five or so times, I said that it was their turn to find me. I snuck into her basement, which was cluttered with things she had kept over the years. There was a bed frame and mattress springs leaning against one of the walls with various frames, paintings, and other items stuffed between and around it. So I crawled. Underneath was dusty and filled with cobwebs, but I knew the kids wouldn't find me so easily. The basement had one light and it was underground with no windows. No one really came down here other than to grab a soda or ice cream from the extra refrigerator. So there I am, hiding in old cobwebs, hearing my little cousins stomp around looking for me. They came down to the basement to look around and then sped off somewhere else. After a while I started to move out a little and the bed frame shifted, pinning me against the concrete wall a bit. I start working my way out, but my feet are stuck in an awkward position that I can't do anything about. Just when I'm halfway emerged. Someone opens the door and I realize the kids have now found me and the game's over. Oh well, I'm ready to come out anyway, I think. But then the light goes out and the door shuts. One of the grown ups must have figured the kids were finished playing in the basement and didn't want them down there anymore, so they turned off the light and shut the door. Now it's pitch black. I am cramped against this wall. I am not okay with this. I start struggling to move out of the way and panic starts to set in. I shout, hey, I'm down here. But no one can hear me. It was only probably 10 seconds of panicking in the darkness and then I heard it. Do not fear, for I am with you. Isaiah 41:10 My blood freezes. I can't breathe. I know what I heard and I know whose voice I heard it. I stood in absolute bewilderment with the lower half of my body still pinned under the bed frame. Grandma. Silence. Only the silence that follows after you hear the words of your dead grandma while you're trapped in a pitch black room blares in your head, alarm bells ringing. I panic. I start shouting and shoving my way through the debris when suddenly the door opens and the light flips on. Little careful footsteps inch down the stairs. Found you. It was one of the littlest of my cousins, my niece Sarah, only about four or five years old. Sweating, I relent. Oh God, you sure did. Great job. Now let's get out of here. I start up the stairs but she's at the bottom, staring into the cluttered room. I admit I was eager to forget what had just happened down there, but as if that were ever possible, it was about to be firmly cemented into my memory. Come on, Sarah, let's go upstairs, I said in my best sweet uncle voice, still looking into the dark corner of the basement. She started waving her hand. Bye bye. I love you too, Grandma. My breath was pulled from my lungs, the hair on the back of my neck stood on end and little Sarah just carefully crawled back up the stairs on all fours like kids do. I took a moment, drew in one last breath of the dusty basement air, and said, goodbye, Grandma, before I followed her up the stairs. Since then I have wondered why only little Sarah came down to get me and no one followed her. I have theorized maybe Grandma led her into the basement. I could have hurt myself in the dark down there. I think Grandma would have been worried. It's funny that Bible verse used to be what she would tell me so I wouldn't be scared. And it ended up being the single most terrifying thing that I've ever heard. Well, thanks for trying, Grandma. I love you too. To provide some context, I was in my senior year of college. It was a bit stressful all around. In order to make some extra cash to fund my thesis project, I decided to pick up a job at a nationwide retailer that sold scented products, shower gels, candles, lotions, etc. What was nice about this job was that I was able to quickly move up from sales associate to keyholder, essentially a manager on duty within the year. This story takes place shortly after that promotion. Another thing to note is that the mall where I worked was an outdoor mall. In order for employees to run trash or shipments, every store had a back door that led to a private hallway which then led to the outside. This way we didn't have to worry about customers and it provided a quick path to wherever we needed to go. So with that in mind, this was one of the first nights I was not only in charge of the store, but as the manager on duty. But I also had to close up, including balancing the tills, preparing the store for tomorrow, etc. My other closer had left at 9:30pm and I was finishing up balancing the tills, checking all the numbers and counting the cash. Since we were closed and the doors were locked, I had my own music playing softly from my phone because our stereo system had broken earlier that day. As I was walking back with the money from the till to the safe, I began to hear a banging sound coming from our back door. The one that only employees use, which customers don't know about. At first I figured it was someone from another store, probably trying to get in after closing time. I thought that they would stop once they saw the label on the door indicating it was our store and not theirs. Nope. The banging kept going for a good five minutes. At first I didn't think much of it, but when I looked through the peephole I saw nothing. And yet the banging continued. Then I started hearing a voice from the other side of the door. Let me in. Let me in. It grew more and more annoyed with each repetition. Since I was the only one in the store and I knew for sure it wasn't the co worker who had closed, I began to do what any 21 year old would do. Panic. Should I call my store manager? It was 10pm at night and she worked the day shift. She was probably already in bed. Should I call the assistant store manager? Unlikely. She wasn't fond of me, and I doubted that she would answer. Should I call the store supervisor, A friend of mine? Yes. So I gave her a call, praying that she would pick up. She didn't. I called her two more times, hoping she would answer, but nothing. I realized I still had to finish any remaining closing duties, leave, lock the store and walk outside in the dark to my car in the Kohl's parking lot. About a five minute walk. Normally I wouldn't have cared, but not tonight. When the banging finally stopped, I poked my head out the back door to find no one. Nobody was there. I started to wonder if all the stress from college had been messing with my mind. Since the person hadn't gotten into the store and I wasn't hurt and I and it seemed like he was gone, I figured calling the cops wouldn't do much. I did, however, call security to ask for an escort to my car that night, which was a bit of a relief.

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He wanted to fix it while the store was closed and there were no customers so nothing could be disturbed. But here's the thing. I had worked the previous day. I never saw anyone come by to fix anything. And the man talking to us that day had a completely different voice from the guy I heard in the back hallway last night. So there's no way it could have been him trying to fix this stereo the day before. He said that he was the only one scheduled to work on our store, so it wasn't like it was a co worker of his. That's when it hit me who was trying to get into my store last night. I never did find out. I'm a 21 year old female and this happened when I was around 14. I wish I had sent this story in shortly after it happened so I could remember all the details more vividly, but I'll recount it the best I can. My best friend at the time, Courtney, and I were very into the world of the paranormal and all things spooky. We used to make Ouija boards out of paper, take them to our local park and graveyard and play with them frequently. There are many stories I could tell about what happened during those sessions, but I'll save that for another time. Now I am a firm believer that if you're calling out to the spirit realm, even just in your bedroom during the daytime, you're always leaving a door open and anything could come through. I think that's what happened in our case as we used to call out to things often, not just with the Ouija board. For some context, let me tell you about some other things that happened around that time. Courtney and I would have frequent sleepovers where we would watch movies, eat snacks and just hang out. Nothing out of the ordinary would happen until we woke up in the morning. We used to top and tail in a single bed. For those unfamiliar with the term, it's when two people sleep in the same bed, but with their heads on opposite ends. I have always been a super light sleeper when sharing a bed with someone. This is something that has continued into my adult life. So every little move Courtney made I could feel and it would wake me up briefly. After we had eaten all of our snacks and watched some movies, we would get pretty tired and decide to call it a night. As you can imagine, we would leave behind bowls, cups and other things that we would clean up in the morning. But when we woke up, everything in the room would be in places that we hadn't left them. I remember one time I had placed both of my TV remotes on my desk chair after turning the TV off and the large popcorn bowl we had been using was on my desk along with the glasses that we had been drinking from. But when we woke up, both TV remotes along with the popcorn bowl were on the bed between us and the glasses had been moved to my bedside table. We have both sworn to this day that neither of us moved anything around. This happened so frequently that it got to the point where we had to take pictures of the room before and after we went to sleep to see if anything had moved. I should mention that my house isn't haunted and this happened both at my place and at hers when we stayed over at each other's houses. Neither of us have ever been sleepwalkers, so the whole thing was just bizarre. Another thing that happened during one of our sleepovers was that we had just woken up in the morning. By this point Courtney had been sleeping on a mattress on the floor to give us more space. I was lying on my bed and she was on the floor. Suddenly I felt a very distinct single finger tip harshly poke me on my spine. It was so hard that it made me jolt and startle verbally. You know that feeling when someone comes up behind you and pokes their fingers into the sides of your waist to tickle you? It felt just like that. I laughed at first because I, 100% agree, assumed it was Courtney. But when I saw her very confused expression when I asked if it was her, she swore she didn't do it. By this point I had been friends with her for three or four years and I knew when she was lying. I knew she was serious and I was freaked out to say the least. Now this last experience is the one I'm recounting in this post and it's by far the most bizarre thing that's ever happened to me. I still can't explain it. To this day, Courtney and I had agreed to have yet another sleepover. This time, though, her little sisters weren't home for the weekend so we could use their bunk beds for the night, which was the first time we had ever done this. I should mention that around this time we would often get boys phone numbers and message them during our sleepovers like most teenage girls do. We grabbed our snacks from the store and made it back to Courtney's place. We decided to chill out for a bit in her sister's room since that's where we would be spending the night. We were both sitting on the bottom bunk when we got a message on Courtney's phone from an unknown Number that simply said, hey. We looked at each other confused and asked, who's this? The reply was the same, who is this? At first we assumed it was a boy or someone from our school trying to mess with us. But the messages started getting stranger. They started saying things like, I know you. And again, we assumed it was someone messing with us. We played along, amused, and replied, okay, if you know me, what's my name? The reply came back, courtney. At this point, we didn't think it was that strange. Maybe it was someone who knew us. But then it got creepier. The text started saying things like, I see you and I can see you right now. We got a little freaked out, but we continued playing along, thinking it was still a prank. Courtney replied, if you can see me, then what am I doing right now? The response, sitting on your sister's bed. That's when our blood ran cold. How? We both looked out the window to see if we could spot anyone. But we saw nothing. We decided to shut the curtains just in case. The messages kept getting creepier, saying things like, I know everything about you. At this point, we were getting really freaked out. We decided to ask something no one would know, something Courtney did not tell people just to rule out the possibility of a prank. No one knew her middle name. And that's when she asked, what's my middle name? The reply, cbn. We were confused for a moment until my blood ran cold again. Those were Courtney's initials. Her first, middle and last name. I remember we asked the number, where are you? It replied, in the walls. Which freaked us out even more. There were other creepy things the messages said, but those are the details I remember most vividly. We were pretty freaked out at this point. So we began cross checking all the numbers I had in my phone against this one texting Courtney. After a while, we found a match. It was Courtney's own phone number sending the messages. We checked a dozen times just to make sure we weren't going crazy. But it was definitely her number. The messages stopped after about an hour and it began responding the way it normally does when you text your own number. We sent hi and got a reply, hi. We sent how are you? And got the reply how are you? And so on. I have tried to search online to see if anyone has had an experience experience like this. But I have found nothing. All I have come across is stuff about people being able to hack your own number and send messages from it. But even then you usually get spam text about bills or someone has used your credit card. And even if it was some weird hacker. How did they know where we were, what we were wearing and everything else about us? The whole thing was just incredible. Incredibly creepy. I am still searching for an explanation. For some quick context. This happened last year around Christmas. My girlfriend and I were on our way from college to visit my family and spend Christmas with them. This is important as it is my first time ever speaking about this story publicly because every time I try to talk about it with my girlfriend, she always laughs and shuts it down, saying the place was just creepy but nothing else. During our trip, late into the night, my girlfriend and I decided to pull over as it was already really dark and we were both tired and needed to rest. We pulled over to this really odd looking motel on the road. You know those sort of cliche horror movie motels like the ones where you can tell a cheap scene nuff film was recorded? Yeah, we parked the car there and I vaguely remember looking over at my girlfriend and making a comment about the presentation of the motel. Although I don't remember much about my comment, I vividly remember my girlfriend whispering to me about this eerie feeling she got. Like when you have that feeling you're being watched but can't really describe it. Yeah, that feeling. We decided to ignore it as both of us were really tired and not in the mood to argue about finding a new place to stay overnight. The weather seemed to be getting worse over time, so we were definitely not in the mood to be driving late into the night. When we got to the reception desk, we were caught off guard by the sight of an old woman, maybe in her mid-70s. She appeared to be sleeping and both my girlfriend and I did not want to wake her. Fortunately, as we were about to give her a light tap on her shoulder, she snapped out of her daze, greeted us warmly and apologized for falling asleep. This lady appeared to be in her 70s Like I mentioned, so my girlfriend and I understood and didn't give her a hard time. The warm welcome made us feel a little bit more comfortable and helped us settle down for the night. After this incident, the lady escorted us to our room and we thanked her for everything, the usual motel booking stuff. We started to settle down for the night and although we were tired, things started to get hot and steamy. While we were finishing up, I looked through the window and I could have sworn I saw a figure disappear. Although I couldn't be sure what I saw, I could have sworn it was the old lady's figure just out of view. I didn't want to weird. My girlfriend Out. So I decided to keep it to myself and just act like everything was normal. After we had finished and my girlfriend fell asleep, I decided to go out for a quick smoke break to help me sleep as I suffer from insomnia and didn't want to disturb my girlfriend by playing videos out loud, which are the only things that can help put me to bed. Just as I was about to head back into our room, the sound of loud crashing followed by a woman's screams pierced my ears. That feeling when you just know something is very wrong. The primal fear that makes you just want to hide under your blanket and close your eyes. To this day, of all of the things I have ever experienced, it is the one thing I truly never want to experience again. Just as I caught myself zoning out, thinking about what could have happened, I saw a woman, maybe in her 20s, running in the opposite direction from where all the rooms were. To my shock and horror, a man came running out of the same room chasing her. Without thinking, I quickly ran in their direction and I think this was enough to scare him off as he quickly backed away and left the woman alone. I took her back to the reception where I asked the same lady who booked us in to call 91 1. She refused and told me to do it myself, which at the time I thought was really odd, but in hindsight, now it makes complete sense. Although I was taken aback by the old woman's sudden rude demeanor, I realized there was no time to waste as the man had more time to run away. As I began to call the cops, the old lady suddenly began to throw a fit, telling me to hang up the call and that she would pepper spray me if I didn't. Realizing that something was really off and that my girlfriend was still alone in our room, I decided to go get her and our stuff and take the woman who was chased by the man to the nearest police station and just get out of here. As we got into the car, the woman started breaking down and began telling us how earlier that night, she too first saw the old lady peeking into her window and decided to brush it off, thinking she was seeing things. When she had finally decided to get some rest later into the night, she woke up to the sounds of heavy breathing by her door. Looking up, she saw the same man that I saw chasing her. She panicked, throwing the closet thing next to her at the door made of frosted glass, hence the breaking sound that I heard. Quickly grabbing the things closest to her, she ran out, leading up to what I had seen. After we had dropped the woman off at the police station and although exhausted to death, I drove us to my parents house and blacked out. I asked my girlfriend about it and she just brushed me off. So I decided to put it aside as it was Christmas time and I didn't want to ruin the mood.

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This episode is brought to you by Jack Daniels Jack Daniels and music are made for each other. They share a rhythm in the craft of making something timeless while being a part of legendary nights. From backyard jams to sold out arenas, there's a song in every toast. Drink responsibly. Responsibility.org Jack Daniels and Old Number 7 are registered trademarks. Tennessee Whiskey 40% alcohol by volume. Jack Daniel Distillery, Lynchburg, Tennessee now that it's around that time again, I remembered what happened and decided to follow up with the police report as I was a witness for the case last year. Apparently this wasn't a random man, it was the old lady's son. Which makes sense why she didn't want us to call the cops. And this was not their first run in with the law either. I didn't ask further than that, but I did ask about the woman who fell victim to this act. If anyone is wondering, yes, she's doing okay. And we still keep in very frequent. I have never been a person who's kept many close relationships. It's never been my nature to let people into my life. I've always taken stock in being an observer, getting to know people from a distance. This trait is what led me to become so enmeshed in Monica's life. Monica Stevens and and her husband Dylan were my neighbors and my landlords at my new apartment. I had just moved to the city from my small town, mostly to find work, but it didn't hurt that there were many more people watching opportunities here than at my previous residence. My apartment was not lavish by any stretch, but it was perfect for me. I lived on the top floor. A view of the rooftop garden from my kitchen and my bedroom window was directly across from the Stevens kitchen window as they lived just two doors down. Although I had tried, I could never get a view of their bedroom as their thick blackout curtains were shut tightly all hours. For the first time after I moved in, I learned the Stevens routine. Each morning Monica would already be at the kitchen table by the time I Woke up at 6. She would sit, her chin propped up against her palm, head buried into her book, the long blond curls falling in front of her face. It was so cute. When Dylan got up, I could tell she stiffened at his presence. Immediately he began to berate her. I could see the spittle fly from his mouth as he slammed her book shut, grab his keys, and walk out the door. This was almost a daily occurrence. If he was not screaming in her face, he would sit across from her silently eating a bowl of cereal and then disappear out the door. When he left, he would not come back again until dinner time. I don't know what he would do during the day, but I never cared to find out. He was probably cheating on Monica, that pig. Plus, if I followed him, it would be less time I could spend with my beautiful girl. Hour after hour, Monica would sit at that table, unmoving. The poor thing was paralyzed with fear. I hadn't known her that long, but I knew I could never let her stay with this jerk. When Dylan got home, he walked in and picked her up from her chair and took her to the bedroom. I could hear his insincere apologies, just saying sorry in hopes that he would get laid. They come out an hour later, him placing her back into the wheelchair. I would watch Monica sit with her back at my window while her doting husband cooked dinner. He looked in seeming silence, not speaking to her or even acknowledging her presence. It baffled me how that troll could treat a woman of that caliber with such carelessness. Although I could never get a clear view of her face, I could tell she was beautiful, shy, and that he didn't love her like I did. He was so controlling. His wife never left the apartment complex, let alone feel safe enough to even move from the kitchen table during the day, the only time she could come out was Saturday morning when I would see her at the rooftop Garden. I knew she wanted me to save her. After observing their routine for about two weeks, at that point I could pinpoint exactly when I could corner Dylan. The morning I planned to confront him, there was a change in the usual routine. While Dylan was in the middle of his screaming session, he struck the back of Monica's head. This sent her forehead slamming down onto their wooden kitchen table and let me tell you, this set me off. The rest of the routine remained unchanged as at 7am exactly, he would leave their apartment and head for the elevator. Following him, I left at 7:01 so I could catch the elevator right before the door closed. Wanting to seem nonchalant, I smiled when I walked into the elevator and introduced myself, stepping, stating that I was sorry for not formally introducing myself since moving in. I hadn't interacted with him directly when I had signed the lease, just his property manager. He gave me the side eye, so I confidently stuck out my hand to shake his. He grabbed it finally, his tarnished silver wedding ring cold on my hand, and said, yeah, I'm the landlord, Dylan. I told him I had noticed his wife's affinity for gardening and asked if she would like some company next time. I know a little early to get to talking about Monica, but I couldn't stop thinking about her. I couldn't spend any more time exchanging pleasantries with this jerk either. That's when something strange happened. He turned to me and grabbed my forearm, squeezing so tight that it was painful. He shoved me forcibly against the elevator wall and said, listen, I know you've been stalking her. She wants you to leave her alone. Do you understand me? The elevator door dinged and opened. He let go of my arm and walked straight out without another word, straight through the complex doors to his car and drove off. I stood, shocked. What was that? But I had gotten what I came for and that was all that mattered. That whole leave her alone was such an obvious lie. It confirmed to me that she needed my help. Dylan was becoming more unhinged by the day, and this episode in the elevator was proof. I went straight back up to my apartment, already thinking of what I was going to do on Saturday morning when she got to that garden. It was already Friday evening by the time Dylan got back from his daily escapades. I dreamt of her that night about finally turning her around, seeing that gorgeous face that was no longer hiding from Dylan, professing my love and running away together. We would Get a cottage so she could garden, but live near the city so we could people watch together. We would both be free and happy. Saturday morning came and I woke up early. Early to prepare my things. When Dylan woke up, he went immediately to find Monica in the kitchen. He lit into her first thing. It was too muffled to hear exactly what he was saying, but loud enough that I could hear through their closed window, I could see her distress. She couldn't even lift her head to defend herself. This poor, beaten down woman was counting on me. But it wasn't too much longer now. Dylan forcefully grabbed her wheelchair and wheeled her out of the apartment, heading for the roof. I watched as he dumped her there, screaming a final time, saying, you can just rot out here. I don't even care anymore. Dylan disgusted me. I wished I could run up there and take her away right then. However, I knew I had to wait for Dylan to depart if I wanted to avoid a confrontation. Half an hour later, I approached the elevator so that I could reach the rooftop garden. As the elevator rose, I took a deep breath. Was I going to do this? Confess my love to this married woman and propose that we run away from her abusive husband together? I guessed so, because a moment later I was stepping out from the elevator and into the small hallway that ended with the final obstacle between me and my love. As I approached the door that led on top of the roof, I felt the hot summer air begin seeping in. I turned the knob and stepped onto the bright roof. There she was. Monica. That silky blonde hair was instantly recognizable. It had fallen and covered her face slightly so that she couldn't quite see me approach. I walked over slowly as I didn't want to startle her. But then my emotions took over. I grabbed her shoulder, spun her around, and closed my eyes right before I professed my love. But I got no response. I mean, nothing. Not a screw you, not an I love you too. Silence. I opened my eyes, expecting to meet the eyes of a beautiful woman. Instead, I gagged. She had no eyes. They were gone. No eyebrows either. They were replaced with thick black stitches that held her eyelids together. Her eyes were completely sewn shut. My eyes traveled down to her nose. She had a maggot held hanging out of her right nostril, and it turned to crawl into her left one. She was a repulsing pale color with burst veins littering her skin. Then down to her mouth. It was sewn shut as well. And her lips were gone, ripped off her face. Her mouth was sewn into a line. No smile, no frown. Completely straight and emotionless. Beyond that, her legs were completely gone. I was expecting her to have been intact. I mean, I knew she was in a wheelchair, but her legs looked like they had been sawed off. They were jaggedly rotting, not being cauterized of anything. I couldn't look anymore. I ran to the hallway leading back to the elevator, vomiting. Once I gotten the door shut behind me, I ran to my apartment, where I deadbolted the door behind me and sunk down into a fetal position, sobbing. I felt indescribable loss and anger. What had he done to my beautiful future wife? He mutilated her. And he thought I was going to let him get away with this. I had no weapons beside a massive hammer from an old toolbox I had under my sink. I stalked my way to the Stevens apartment and broke the doorknob off with a hammer, kicking the door in. I wanted to avenge my love. The apartment had an atmosphere so grotesque, so depraved, so much more disturbing than I could have ever imagined. I walked into the door and smelt rotting flesh seeping from the walls. The only light came from the singular kitchen window, the one I had stared into so many times, the one I never imagined would hold this horror lurking in the spots I couldn't see. Right by the window, just out of the view I could see from my apartment, was a meat hook. And there in the dim apartment hung Monica's left leg. He was going to eat her leg. I nearly puked on the kitchen table. I couldn't bring myself to leave, though. No matter how much my brain said to run, my feet kept taking me further into the apartment. I entered their bedroom. Dried blood splatter stained the walls and floors. It looked fairly faded. How long ago had he killed her? I knew it hadn't been long, but I believed that the whole time I had been living in this apartment, she had been dead. I gazed into my apartment window as I re entered the kitchen, imagining how untainted my mind had been just hours ago. I began to panic. I wanted to call the police. I had impenetrable evidence against Dylan. Not only was Monica slumped over on the roof, but his apartment was a striking and completely incriminating crime scene. Before I attempted to get help, I knew I had to get Monica somewhere safe. I started my way out of the kitchen, making my way back to the front door. But then a voice rang out from just outside the front door. What the hell? Dylan yelled. He broke the routine. I had no chance of running. I ducked back into the bedroom and slid quietly into the attached bathroom. I could hear his thudding footsteps grow closer, closer and closer as he threatened. I have a weapon. Whatever creep is in here, I have a weapon. It was time for me to avenge Monica. I heard him enter the bedroom. I gripped the hammer in my hand, charged out of the bathroom and swung. I hit him directly in the left temple. He screamed, contorting with pain. I dropped the hammer and fled back to my apartment, adrenaline carrying me the whole way. There, all I could focus on was getting his blood off me. When the police searched the apartment, they were in shock at the scene. It wasn't me that called them, but another tenant down the hall. By the time I was finished washing myself and disposing of my bloodied clothes, Monica had been found by the police. Coroners came and wrapped up her floor frail body. They lifted her up and she was gone. I didn't even get to say goodbye. Two days later, I went to her closed casket funeral. It was a fairly publicized affair being how brutally tortured she had been. I stood in the back and after the burial, I left my car packed with everything I owned. I left the city. 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