Hey, guys, I hope you're surviving 20, 20, OK? I wanted to let you know that we're hard at work on season three or video rental and we're looking forward to releasing more episodes in the near future. In the meantime, I want to do a little throwback to two of the scariest stories on the show, in my opinion, at least just to try and hold you over.
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Mary was found with a male companion in the Berkeley, California, marina on Thursday. Both had a single gunshot to the head. Early reports said Mary was a devout follower of the Grateful Dead Rock Group. In 1985, Mary Joyo and Greg Sniffin were brutally murdered. They were both Grateful Dead fans. An African-American man named Ralph Thomas was convicted and sentenced to death. But for the last three decades, rumors have flown around the Grateful Dead community that they got the wrong guy.
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It was 1988. I was 10 years old, my family and I lived in a small town called Trafalgar, Indiana. When you think of out in the middle of the country, that's what it was. We finally got a Dairy Queen, I think, when I was in high school and a gas station that was big. All the kids knew each other. We all like each other, some kids are nerds and some kids are cool. But in the summer on the street, everyone's friends, everyone hangs together.
It's the typical 80s childhood, you know, before computers. Everyone's riding their BMX is around town playing Star Wars.
Jojo's pretty much a Steven Spielberg movie on our street that I lived in. There was about five houses and in between was a giant wooded area. All these neighbors we knew the Mitchells on one side, they rode our bus. They were a little older than me and my sister. Down the other street we had Mr. Robinson. I mean, it's a really good guy. And then one of the other houses was a teacher of mine. They didn't have any kids.
And then there was another house. We call it the mystery house around town. No one knew who lived there. You could hardly see it.
You could see it if you go back in the woods. But you can only see, like the top story, the roof window. We kind of became fascinated with it.
The kids around town, you know, we spy on the mystery house, trying to catch any sign of people come in or out. And we never did really. You could tell they wanted their privacy. No one knew who even lived there early. The look at the house and kind of it was different than all the other houses. You know, this is 80s in Indiana. Most they're just one story, brick houses. This was like three stories, very gothic.
Just stood out. Is that a place? And it wasn't just me, the other kids, we talked about this house to talk about vampires, you know, stuff like that, I think my buddy Mike early line said he saw a vampire. You know, we made up stories.
It was a house that was connected to the woods that we were all connected to, but no one knew anything about it. We just referred to as the mystery house of the. I had two sisters, I was by myself a lot, you know, I was the middle child, my older sister. I'm good friends with her. But, you know, she had her friends. And in the summertime, I just like going out in the woods.
I just like being out there by myself. I was kind of a loner.
I take a bad G.I. Joe who's out in the woods.
I went take my starwars because they were too precious, you know. But you got Joe. He was that was fine to put in a creek or bury, you know, or, you know, play in the woods with. And one day I went back, there was a little spot by the creek where you could kind of see the mystery house. I'm out there and I'm playing with my GI Joes and all of a sudden just an overwhelming feeling of paralyzing fear, basically.
I don't know how to explain it, besides, I knew someone or something was watching me out there. I don't know if it was a human or an animal or what, but I just could tell I was not alone. I don't know if I heard a branch crack or a leaf or whatever, but I just remember stiffening up and being scared shitless, basically. I didn't turn around. I didn't want to know what it was, and I remember putting my Joe back in the bag.
I still remember the bag.
It was blue with yellow straps and a yellow zipper commonly stood up and walked back to my house without turning around, freaked me out. And I didn't go back in the woods for a few days. I didn't tell anybody either because I was a kid who watched horror movies. I loved stuff like that, even at that age, trying to read Stephen King books. But I don't think I was getting very far.
And I'm. A few days went by and I decided to go back out there, I don't know if it was morbid curiosity or what, but I went back to the exact same spot. This time. I didn't take anything with me. I was like, in case I need to get out, I could just get out and go and sit in there. I'm sticking sticks in the creek mud. And then all of a sudden, I don't know if I heard something or not, but I just knew I don't know how to explain it other than someone's there.
And I started walking away and all of a sudden the voice came. It scared me, but since it was a gentle voice, I turned around and there was a girl standing there and she simply said, You don't have to go home.
And that's how I met Laura. There was. Kind of strange looking in, she had like a mop top hair, kind of messy. Her clothes were kind of weird.
She explained to me that she lived in the mystery house. She was an only child and that she was home to. That's how we struck up a friendship. She was wearing clothing that you shouldn't be wearing this summer. She had a long sleeve flannel buttoned real high and looked very uncomfortable to me.
It's like too tight in some spots and too baggy in other spots. And her hair is like a mop top kind of flabby, you know, like she hadn't coated.
For like a week or two, I kept going out there and hanging out with Laura, who I just was having fun out there, you know, I met a new friend in the woods, which is kind of strange.
She explained to me that her room in her house was the whole top floor, like a giant attic to herself. You could see one window from the area in the woods, and that was her window, the way she made it sound was giant, basically quiet room. She just told me she was home schooled and that her parents let her basically run the top floor of the house, basically like a giant. Toyia never give me their names. Never invited me up.
Definitely didn't invite me up to the house. I don't know if I invited her in my house, be honest with you, I think we kind of just agreed to have our meeting spot out there. Eventually, she took me around to a spot on the other side of her house, which I had not been to previously.
She showed me a swing hanging from the trees. It was a wood swing with rope and it was attached to two different trees. But the branches came together. She swung on it.
I remember pushing her. She asked me about my life a lot. I just pushed her while she asked me questions about my life and whenever I'd ask her about hers, very vague, not much answers.
She never said much about her parents. I don't know why I got the feeling something was kind of off there. I asked her why she was home schooled. I didn't quite understand what that meant at the time. I wanted to ask her if her parents were strange, but I never did. She didn't want to talk about herself. I'd be pushing her on the swing and I'd ask her a question and then she would just come back with a question of her, just change the subject.
No one ever asked me about myself or just other blabbing away about my life. I think maybe the fact that this older girl was talking to me, I probably had like a little schoolboy crush going on, even though I didn't find her pretty early. But she was paying attention to me, you know. One day she said very matter of factly, come here, I want to show you something. She took me to a little area and there was this tree and her name was carved on the tree.
And then she said, I want to show you something else.
One of the limbs blown off, you know, it's like a hole. And she put her hand in and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, marble red's soft pack like they used to sell.
And I don't even sell SBX anymore. I'll never forget it was all crumpled up and she taught me how to smoke cigarettes out there. I remember feeling, oh, man, this is not good.
I'm out here breaking the rules. You know, she went out and lit it, smoked it like half down and then handed it to me. And I took at the time my best attempt at inhaling a cigarette. I think I did like two of them. And she smoked a lot. I think I watched her smoke like ten cigarettes out in the woods.
She had a smoking habit. I eventually told my parents that I was hanging out with someone out there and they thought it was cool. You know, I didn't really question it. My older sister kind of teased me and saying I had a girlfriend out there and, you know, looking back on it, I probably did have a little adolescent crush that I developed on this 11 year old. And I'm 10 and she's teaching me to do bad things and show me around and.
Then one day I went out there and she was gone. I went back out there a few times and she never came back. I just thought maybe she didn't want to come back out or I didn't know, you know, maybe her parents cut her smoking out there, but she never came back. For weeks that summer, he played in the woods with his new friend Laura, and one day in what seemed like a blink of an eye, she was gone.
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Growing up, he'd always been more of a loner, but that summer, having his new friend Laura around was a pleasant change. He even started to develop a crush. Laura was different, often vague about her personal life and strange looking as he described mop top hair clothes that didn't fit. But nevertheless, he was thrilled to have someone to hang out with, someone who would listen to him, make them feel good. But one day she was gone.
No trace of Laura at all.
School year started and so life went back to normal. The year after the house was for sale, they were having an open house like they do. All of a sudden, Laura came back into my head, we talked for years about this house and finally it was open to the public.
So we pleaded and pleaded with my mom to go to the open house. We knew we weren't going to buy the house, you know, but finally, mom gave in. I think even the adults wanted to see what was going on in that house.
And we went to the open house. I thought I might see her, you know, plus we just wanted to see what the house looked like. My mom was even excited.
I remember. So we felt like we were going to something special, you know. Like any open house, there's other people there.
I remember some other people like us looking at the house, and then there was a man which I assume was Nora's dad, and then there was Laura's mom. And I could tell right away it was Laura's mom.
They looked a lot alike and she got real short hair and but they looked alike. And you could just tell that they were related. She's showing us around the house and my mom striking a small conversation, you know, saying we've lived here, you know, we've been neighbors, you know, Shane, we've never met.
Her mom said, yeah, although I feel like I recognize this guy here and pointed at me, I don't know if she was watching me and her daughter out there playing or or what kind of creeped me out a little bit, walking around, doing a tour of the house.
And we get to the second floor and that's it at the end of the tour.
And I know there's a third floor because she's told me there's a giant attic up there and I've seen the window. She didn't mention it. She just said and that's and that's the house. I was 10 and I was kind of shy.
I wanted to say, I know there's a third floor, but I didn't my mom was talking to her and eventually she said that they lost their daughter years ago.
She said her daughter had passed away and at that point I'm freaked out. She said years ago it hadn't been years since I hung out with the girl, me and my sister. I'll never forget we looked at each other and thinking, who have I been out there hanging with? I must have looked funny because the mom said to me. What's wrong, buddy? Looks like he's seen a ghost. I just wanted to get the hell out of there, you know, I played out there on multiple occasions.
She never came into my house or anything. So no one saw her but me. There was she was not in school. There's no yearbook pictures to look up.
We were walking to the car and my mom said, no more, no more going out there. I don't know what's going on here, but you're not going out there by yourself anymore. I don't know if she believes in ghosts or what, but she you know, you're not going back out there without someone supervision. It wasn't real scary until we got back to the house. And I was thinking about the ramifications of what? Oh, my God, is it a ghost?
Am I playing with the ghost? I didn't think she was that. It's still creepy thing about it's been 31 years. Already, with my interaction with the lawyer, I already had a bad vibe about her parents because she wouldn't ever talk about. I didn't trust the lady. I thought Laura was in that house. I honestly thought Laura was locked in the attic. Maybe something bad's going on up there. I physically had pushed this person on a swing.
I don't know, I just feel like I won't be able to touch a ghost. And I you know, I smoked a cigarette. I didn't take the cigarette out there myself. I was 10 years old. I didn't have a way of getting cigarettes. After the open house, I disobeyed my parents one time and did go back out there, I kind of thought maybe Laura was locked up there. I thought she was being held hostage or something in the house, being a kid.
Very curious. Thought maybe I could save Laura, I think. And I thought maybe if she was in the window, maybe she tried to signal me and I went out to the exact spot and I went through to where I could see the window and I looked up at the window and sure enough, I was being watched.
But it wasn't Laura. It was her mom staring at me like she was waiting for me and it scared the piss out of me. She was staring right at me at the window. There was no smile, just staring at me. I turned around and got the hell out of there. My sister coined the name Laura of the Woods. As the ghost out there, and it sounds like a pretty cool name, so eventually it kind of became a cool story.
I was telling my buddies that I had a little ghost friend out there and Law of the Woods, you know, are out there roaming the wild woods at night or whatever. It kind of became a myth of its own. I just I didn't think it was a ghost, really. I just kind of went with the story eventually in my head, finally, I started believing it over and over. Eventually, a couple of years later, my parents got divorced and in that process we sold the house.
So I moved and never went back there for a long time.
Eventually, Mr. Robinson passed away and my Uncle Bill bought his property. So now I had a chance to go back, not to my house, but to the wooded area that I knew. And one day we were at a cookout. I took my wife. Which I told her a little bit about the story, but not too much. And my sister brought up remember, Laura, the words. We all sitting around drinking beers and I start telling the story, and I never told it fully to my wife.
And then I realized after I was telling, I never told my family about the cigarette part and all that good stuff. So that came out. After a few beers, you know, my wife and sister were like, OK, let's go see it, the spot that I hung out in with the swing and the tree, Mr. Robinson's trails for grown up, but they were still there.
It was just like being a kid again. I was tracing my own footsteps. We're going along the trail and finally we get to the part where I used to sit with my G.I. Joes and we found it. The swing was amazingly still hanging there, although I wouldn't sit on it looked like it could snap at any moment. And the tree was there and the name was still on the tree. And without really thinking, I walked up to it and put my hand in the tree and pulled out the old pack of cigarettes that were still there.
We were all freaked out at this point. I thought I was maybe playing with the ghosts, you know, but now it's physical. I'm feeling this. So we're like, OK, confirmed what I was telling them. What the hell with my childhood? What was I doing out there? It's true. Let's get the hell out of here. For the next week or so, it was on my mind big time, and one night I had some kind of food poisoning or something.
I was real sick and in bed having like fever dreams and sweating and and I had this dream, dream, dream.
I'm walking out on the trails, Mr Robinson's trails again. It's dusk, it's gray outside, it's fall. The trees have no leads, but the leaves are on the ground. I'm on Mr Robinson's trail. I know the trail well. It's the one with the bench overlooking the creek. I'm just following the trail and I don't want to, but I just keep walking. Turn the corner and there was one of the benches sitting on the bench was Laura.
Mop top hair from the back she was facing the other way, I was coming up from behind, but I could tell from the the hair, everything that it was her and get closer. And she's like, laughing this weird little giggle. She's laughing and I feel like she's laughing at me. I feel really stupid. She lets her head up and when she does, her hand is on her hair and it just comes off. And what I saw then really freaked me out.
My wife said I sat straight up in the bed panting and sweating and screaming. It was always her. It was always the mom. It was the mom the whole time. Decades later, he had a horrifying revelation, the mom, who was always the mom, it explained everything, her weird mop top hair, the strange clothes she wore that didn't fit smoking cigarettes. He always knew it wasn't a ghost. He just couldn't explain it until all these years later.
It's one thing to think you were playing with ghosts if a kid. It's even creepier to think that you're playing with an adult woman dressed as a kid. Pretending to be a kid. Just playing games on a little boy. That's the conclusion I've come with, and that's what I in my heart know what happened to me. And I believe it wholeheartedly. The dream was so vivid and so lucid and so real. And people ask me. How could a 10 year old be so stupid to think a grown woman is an 11 year old?
11 year old kid. I don't know, I guess I was golden, but I thought it was an 11 year old girl. I feel kind of stupid. Be honest with you. This is a friend I thought I had it. I think I knew maybe when I even when I went to the open house and saw how similar they looked. And I just wouldn't admit it to myself, suppressed memory or whatever you want to call it. I had a feeling I know in my in my heart that's exactly what happened, I think I knew long before the dream, actually.
I don't think I wanted to admit such a weird thing happened to me. I have a 10 year old son right now, and I could see him being fooled to the idea of a grown woman out in the woods waiting on any one to come and then be friend for like two weeks or so and teach me to smoke cigarettes, make me push her on a swing.
Just weird. She even talk like a kid. Her voice was not the same as the voice at the open house. She, like, had a kid voice. Here's my theory. I believe her daughter did die and I believe she was acting like her daughter. Maybe as a coping mechanism. I don't know. I just can't imagine a woman with no kids thinking that was a fun idea unless she's just totally batshit crazy. I feel like she did lose something and she was trying to let it live through this weird game.
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In this next story, a man too intrigued to say no to curious to turn around, finds himself in a whole world of trouble. It's like 10 years ago and I just turned 21. Me and my friend, we kind of went out one night, we were drinking. I kind of was like drinking way too much at the time. And I was blacking out and just forgetting everything that I was doing. So I'm like, you know what? I'm not going to drink.
I'm kind of just going to watch my boy night. You know, we went to the bar, my friends already smashed. He's already drunk. When we're getting to the bar, I took like a couple shots and, you know, I'm trying not to drink too much. Pretty quick, some girl comes up to us and she's a cute girl, pretty girl. She's like, oh, hi, my name is Candice. Nice to meet you.
What do you have? Drink, white girl. Kind of greenish eyes, right. Hair, bright red hair like a natural. But it was like pretty it was like kind of like a young Scarlett Johansson. It was very distinct. I was definitely into it, you know. So she comes up to us, introduced herself. So kind of my name is Candice. How are you guys doing? She kind of just like injected herself, comes up, starts talking to us, start flirting with both of us.
We weren't really paying attention or anything. So I tell her my name. My friend says his name and she's like, oh, you guys want to get some drinks? And I'm like, not really. You know, I just thought she was trying to get some money from us and get free drinks and stuff. And she's like, Oh, I'll buy the drinks. I love you. Want to buy some drinks? Go ahead. She starts buying us drinks, getting shots, getting beers.
And I'm kind of giving to my friend because I don't want to get too drunk and she's barely drinking. I don't I don't even really remember seeing her drink. My friend's smash this time he's drunk. He can barely stand the bouncers, see him drunk and they're like, you got to leave. So we're both carrying my friend out. He's sitting on the wall with his back on the wall. They sleep, I'm saying. So I'm about to take him back to his car.
And she's like, Oh, I'll take him home, let me take him home. And I'm like, no, I'm not I'm not leaving. I'm with you all about him because let's go to my house. And he's not talking to her. Not even responding to her. I kind of like interview and I'm like, nah, he's too drunk, he's he can't go anywhere. I'm going to take him home. He's he's messed up and she's like, oh, I being like that, you're ruining a good time for him.
Why would you do that? And I'm like, look, we can both go, but I'm not going to let him go, be drunk and wake up in a house that he isn't without his car, without anything.
It just broken. You don't leave your friends drunk like that. She just kept persisting out of like, oh, I'll take care of him.
Trust me, he's going to have a good time. Like, he can barely stand them. If you want to take both of us, then I'll go. But he's not going alone. And she presented to me like like, how about me? And you go to my house. Then she was like, let's go get a couple of drinks and we'll hang out, like making me feel like I was a weirdo for not like drinking. Are you having fun today?
We're going to have a good time. Just come on.
Am I I ain't got any money. I don't know how he's getting home. I don't know how he we're getting more drinks because I don't have any money.
She's like, look, I got the money. I'll pay for everything. I'll get him a cab home will come to my house. We're going to have a good time. I'm like, all right, OK. How can I say no to that? She calls a cab, put my friend in it, called his sister again. He's coming on. He leaves his situation now walking to her car. I got my arm around her and I kind of stumble.
Are you really drunk?
I'm like, oh, you really got drunk in there? And I was like, yeah, I really got drunk. You have like a fetish for drunk dudes or something. We get in a car, kind of like, stumble the door, open the door.
I'm just acting more drugs than I am because whatever her thing is, she wants me to be drunk. So I'm playing that role because I just felt like that's what she wanted. And I kind of wanted to see, like, what her whole game was like. Once you see how drunk my friend was, she stopped flirting with me.
It was like a marathon to see which one of us got drunk our first, you know. I kind of want to gauge what her intentions are, so kind of acting drunk, we're in the car now, we're driving. She's like, are you want to drink some more? And I'm like, not really. I don't have any money. And I hit her with the money thing again. And she's like, don't worry about it. I'll buy about the drink.
I'll buy you a drink. What do you want? I'm like, I feel like going out in bars. Say I'll just buy something from the liquor store.
Michael Ray, do you want to spend money, just go get me a little pint or something and some people just like you don't want anymore, I might not just get that. Goes in the liquor store. She comes out, I see her walking to the car. His bag was way more than a pint. The whole fifth force she drives, she's like, take a shot. And what is going on, what it's like now, I'm kind of sketched out.
I don't want to get too drunk. I don't want to make a fool of myself. I don't want a blackout. And I don't really trust her at the time. I would just like I don't want to seem like I'm lame. So I kind of just what she was saying. My plan was to drink everything that wasn't liquor, to sober up and to not drink the liquor, I wasn't comfortable drinking at all. I kind of lean the seat all the way back.
So I drink all the apple juice and I'm putting the liquor in my mouth and spitting it back into the apple juice bottle when she's not looking. And I was buzzed, but I still had my faculties to me, you know. I want to see what she's planning because I don't know what's going on. She said her name was Candice and I'm kind of playing a little drunker than I am and I'm like, Hey, anyways, Carla, what are we doing?
What's the plan for tonight? I'm calling her the wrong name and she's just not reacting to it, holding the conversation the same. So that's when I put together like, oh, well, she gave me a fake name, you know, something inside me was like, no, this girl is up to no good.
She's doing something funny. But then I was kind of curious. At the same time, I was really mixed up emotionally, but I didn't know I maybe I'm just being me.
Maybe I'm just being paranoid. Something was up with her, you know. Now she's driving. We're going to her house and my who's going to be at the house, I don't really want to meet anyone, you know, because no one's going to be they're just going to be me and you.
You don't have to worry about anyone being there. We're going to have a good time. Just relax.
We pull up to the house, we get out the car and kind of like stumble. And she's holding me, bringing me into the house. And she's like, oh, you're really drunk. Oh, my.
Yeah, my girls are kind of like stumbling and like trying to like, see, I couldn't keep my balance.
She's like, leaving me to the door.
She opens the door, I walk in, she closes the door and locks it.
The door was unlocked. We were coming in and she locked it when we were inside the house. Weird. No one's here. Why wouldn't she have the door locked? Now, I'm kind of like, all right, there's some like this something kind of sketchy about this whole house is dark. Nothing was on. I'm like, where's the bathroom? And she's like, oh, just somewhere over there didn't seem like she was really familiar with the house.
I got to go to the bathroom, you know, the just hurry up in there, I walk into the bathroom, shut the door, lock it, go to the toilet, make myself puke. All the liquor I drank, I just felt weird. Wash my hands, wash my face. I'm drinking tap water. I'm just trying to sober up. I just felt weird, you know? I walk to the door and I hear her talking.
She's whispering to someone else, there's definitely someone else in the house and I try to listen in and I hear her like, oh, he's drunk as hell. He can barely move. You do it. He's drunk. He can barely function. You do it. Now, I'm thinking like, you do what? Who's here and who's going to do what? My first initial thought was to walk out. I'm like, who's going to do what?
What are you talking about? But when I walked out of the bathroom, she runs into another room as I'm walking in, she's walking out, but she's walking out kind of fast, like she's trying to get away from me for some reason to see, like the back of her head. There's strange bright red hair going into a room. And I was like, what are you doing, where are you going? It was just dark, you know, couple of seconds maybe passed and she walked back out of the room.
She's walking up to me. The room's dark. I can barely see my eyes are just in from being in the bathroom. And once you walked up to me, I noticed, like, her face was just different. Kind of like looked her up and down and I'm like. Her face is different. Everything's different. What is this, a different girl with the same hair and then I'm like, no, that's that's a wig. This is a different girl with the same wig on.
Now, my whole plan is get out of the house. I was panicking like my heart was racing. I'm thinking run out the front door of my front door is locked. I'm thinking the worst at this point, I'm not saying get out, I would just jump through the glass window on some Bruce Willis stuff.
I was getting out of there no matter what. And I I'm going the bathroom, jumping out the window.
Let's go in the room. And I was like, yeah, I just need to go and use the bathroom one more time. I'm really drunk.
Sorry. Different boys. All right. Just hurry up in there. I walk to the bathroom and I was like, no, there's something going on out there. I'm not figuring it out. I locked the door. I heard a male's voice. I don't know what he said. I honestly didn't care what he said because I was like in my head, I'm like, I'm leaving three people in the house. And she told me I was just going to be me and her.
She's talking to someone, talking about you do it. I don't know what the guy's. Therefore, I don't know what's in that room. And some other girl is switching wigs. I think to do was listening from the other room, I knew, like he knows I don't know what's going on, but I'm getting out of here. Open the window. Jump out and run as fast as I can. I didn't look back. I just kept running.
I didn't know if someone was chasing me. I don't know if they had someone waiting outside. I didn't know anything. I just ran as fast as I could. Jumped the fence, ran, jumped another fence, ran down the road, went to a CVS with the front of the camera and just made sure I could see me and just stood there. Like if somebody comes and kidnaps me or something, I'm on camera called a cab and then went home.
A different name, a different face, that strange bright red hair. What was she planning? What were they planning? What was inside that room? These questions were eating him alive. And when he finally returned to safety, his investigative mind kicked into gear. But to get anywhere at all, he'd have to go back to the house. The next day, me and a couple of my friends went to the house. No one was there, was vacant.
Empty. No cars in the driveway, I went to the neighbor's house, told them I needed the information for the owner, and they were like, no one stays over there. No one's been over there. It's a summer rental, they rent it out throughout the summer. I called the guy that was renting it out and I was like, I know the house is occupied right now, but could I rent it out? And he, like, cut me off the it's not occupied has been occupied for two weeks now.
Whoever those people were that I was in the house with, they didn't rent that house out and they didn't own. Whoever it was, they broke into that house. They were planning something weird, felt like I kind of dodged a bullet, honestly. They weren't trying to rob me for money because they're spending money on us. She buying cabs, she's buying drinks for two people, she's going to the liquor store, buying bottles. You don't spend money to rob somebody.
It definitely wasn't a robbery attempt. I try not to think it was a murder attempt. It was definitely something malicious and definitely something not good for me. I just don't know what it was.
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