Episode 102

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Hey man, welcome to Video Rental. We're a video rental store. We rent videotapes. And we also have an exclusive collection of videotapes in the back. Oh wait. That might give you the wrong idea. It's a very dark, horrific collection of tapes. Oh wait, that that was kind of worse and might also give you the wrong idea. They're all horror stories told by real people.

Oh wait, hold hold it hold it there a second. I I know you. I recognize you. Why am I telling you this? You've already been here. Why didn't you tell me to stop? Now I'm Whatever. Well since you already know what's going on around here, why don't we get right into it? First tape. Oh Ooh, what was what I just step on? Ow. Is that a a Lego piece? Who's doing Legos in here? Weird. Anyway. Here's the tape.

Well I was nineteen years old and I was living in Fort Wayne, Indiana. I was working for a funeral home in town. My entire job was the title was removal technician. So I was the person that went to crime scenes, houses, hospitals, and picked up people that had passed away. So I went to all kinds of places, any time of the day or night. I was the one that got sent to do it. Everywhere I went I always had a coworker with me. I usually had one partner. So we did everything together.

The twenty seven hundred block up. I went to work and we got a call. A person that had passed away a few cities over. We were the only ones available to take it and it was just this little teeny tiny town. We got there and when we pulled up, there's a sheriff outside, which at most of these places where somebody's passed away, the police are there. We asked him, you know, give us the rundown, what's going on.

He said, Oh, you know, a deceased male, late forties, early fifties, passed away in bed, his daughter is here to speak with you guys. Pretty clear cut regular deal. We told him, you know, okay, sounds good. We should be able to handle it. Because usually police officers don't really want anything to do with the dead bodies. They'll basically just say, you need help? You good? All right, I'm gonna head out. He went ahead and took off.

And we went up to the door. A young woman answered the door, she was probably in her twenties. She seemed to be more so nervous than anything. Usually when the family answers the door, they're in tears, they're very upset, they're either extremely upset or numb. As soon as she opened the door, the smell just hit us. It hit me so hard.

Usually that smell comes from a place when somebody has been deceased for a long time and they haven't been found or the house has been closed up for a while or it's been really hot outside and they're still in the house. I kind of just pushed it away because I've picked up people that had started to smell even an hour after passing away.

So she let us into the There were candles burning, the windows were open, the AC was on, they were doing everything they could to try to get the smell out of the house, but it was just so strong that it was almost overbearing. The only other time I'd expect. Yeah.

When I'd gone into like hoarder homes to pick up somebody that had passed away. So it was kind of unusual and the house was very, very clean. She also had a young man with her that was her boyfriend, and then they had a young boy with them, which was their child. So we asked her, What's going on? How are you doing? What can we do to help? We're here to take care of your father. Just the basic rundown of the I asked her when was the last time you saw your father?

'Cause I expected her to tell us that they'd been gone a while and had come home to find him. She said, I saw him last night at dinner. And that immediately made all my alarms go off because that kind of smell does not happen in less than 24 hours. My partner and I kinda looked at each other. tried to finish up our conversation with her just to get an idea of what we're dealing with. He's down there in the hall in his bedroom. You can go ahead and get him.

We gave them paperwork to sign. They didn't read it. They didn't look at it. They just signed it and gave it back. They just said, you know, he's dead. He's in there. Go get him. It didn't seem as though they wanted to say goodbye. It felt like they Were worried about us being there? We headed down the hall, and as soon as we got away from the daughter and the boyfriend, my partner looked at me, and I could tell she was thinking the same thing I was. Something's not right.

There's too many factors here. He couldn't have passed away twenty four hours ago. As soon as we open the bedroom door All of our suspicions were correct. He had passed away on his bed, like she said. But he was extremely decomposed. He was purple. He had blisters, skin slip, all the regular things of decomposition. He had swollen pretty big. And there was a little Sit for a while, the body starts to break down obviously. is not being truthful with both us and the police.

I don't even know if the sheriff that had been there had gone in to see the body. I don't know if he just gave a quick As soon as we saw But we decided let's just do a Let's get it on!Let's get it on! Usually in our process we have to use bed sheets. You have to use it as sort of a sling to carry the body onto the cot and get it out of the house.

The bed he had passed away on had no bed sheets, so we had more in our van, and so my partner said, You go ahead and stay here. I'm gonna go get the bed sheets. Our policy for the company was once we have come in contact with the body, we cannot leave it alone. One person always has to be there next to the body. I was begging her, please don't leave me here with this because I'm scared. You're scared. Don't leave me here. And she said, I'll be right back, just stay here.

She left to go get the bedsheets and I'm just standing there in the room with this guy and I can hear down the hallway The woman and the man are whispering to each other. I don't know what they're saying. But they're talking really quietly and I look over and I can see them staring at me. And they stopped speaking. It all of a sudden feels really, really scary. And I hear another noise. to the other side of me. It's this low gurgling sound.

That's actually pretty common with people that have passed away. That's usually the air escaping the lungs. Soon after they pass away. Not usually when I'm not sure. passed away for a while. On one side of me, I have these people whispering to each other, staring at me, and then the other side I have this deceased man. Gurgling. It started to get louder and louder making my ears ring almost. It was so loud. And I'm starting to panic because I don't know what to do. I'm freaking out.

And my heart is racing in my chest. So I turned to leave the room and as soon as I turn to leave. The door slammed shut. It slammed shut so loud that it made me jump. That was when I threw all my professionalism out of the window. I'm getting out of here. This is over for me. So I grab the door handle and I try to open the door and it's jammed. It won't open. The noise is getting louder and louder. It just goes uh

The noise is sounding like it's coming up closer behind me. There's no way that this guy is getting up and coming near me, but it's getting louder to the point that I feel like it's right behind me. It felt as if whatever was in the room with me was telling me, get out. Right next to me. So I'm panicking, I'm freaking out, I'm trying my hardest to get the door open. As I'm trying to pull the door open, I can feel it.

Just coming closer and closer and closer. And my whole body is getting hot. My heart is racing. I'm starting to sweat. It almost felt like I was ready to burst into tears because I was so afraid. I'm pulling on the door handle, I'm calling out. the door. And finally the door opened.

And that's when my partner was standing behind it with the bed sheet she had gone to get. She's like, what's going on? What happened? And I said, Did you shut the door? And she said, No. And I looked at the girlfriend and the boyfriend and I said, Did you guys shut the door? And they said no. I just said, let's do it. Let's get out of here. Let's go. So we finally did what we needed to do. We got the man out of the house. We got back to the funeral.

As soon as we opened the body bag to start doing our examination. My boss walked in the room and he looked at the guy and he was like, Oh, this is a pretty bad decomp. He probably needs to go in the decomp cooler. And we said, well, it's not a decomp. According to the police as well as the family, they saw him last night at dinner. He just got the biggest shocked look on his face and he was like there's just no way there's no way that this guy passed away last night.

Don't touch him, don't move him, don't do anything with him, leave it how it is, and let me call some people. He got a hold of the county coroners. They had us zip up the body bag, put him back in the car and take him straight to the morgue. Just like we thought, he had been dead far longer than what they had said. They came to the conclusion that the girlfriend had been Hiding her father.

I don't know if it was disability, social security, but her and her boyfriend had been living off of his paychecks and basically just couldn't live with the the body in the house any longer and that's when they finally called the police. I've tried to find the story. I've tried to find the town, the guy. I I can't But you know at that point we're just the people that pick up the bodies and take them where they needed.

I don't know how to explain the noise becoming so loud and overbearing with no reason for that to have happened. I felt like there might have been maybe something more. Maybe he was upset about the situation. Maybe he was angry with his daughter and her boyfriend about the situation. It just felt very different than other removals I've done.

picking up people that are gurgling or making noises, whatever. It it happens. It's not necessarily unusual, but it's not very loud. It it sounds almost like a gasp, like a whisper. It's not usually so loud that it's filling the room. You know, I've seen a lot of things. I've been through a lot of things with this job. I've seen things that are very scary. This was the first time doing my job that I genuinely felt afraid. It felt like being in a horror movie almost. Huh?

Removal technician? I didn't know that was a job. They certainly didn't have that as a job option at my high school job fair. I feel like I might like the job of a removal technician. And uh don't don't get me wrong, I don't wanna sound ungrateful because of course I really value this job here at Radio Rental, but I think I'd be pretty well suited for that kind of a work environment because like I don't mind the smell of a dead body.

No I've never smelled a dead body, of course, but I it would it wouldn't and I would let's take a break for ads. Okay, we're back. I'm just still wondering what a dead body might smell like because I wouldn't know. Mm-mm. Not me. No way, that'd be weird. Let's bop on in another tape.

This was in mid to late nineties. I was a kid at the time and this house this wasn't the first time anything creepy had happened. This is something that happened for me countless times. This would always happen in my room at night. I would be going to sleep and I would hear voices outside my room. It would happen right before I fell asleep every night. And it just became a regular fixture.

I guess to really understand this, you would have to understand the layout of the house a little bit better. Because my room was completely separated from all the other rooms. Mine was on the far end next to the dining room. And there was this little alcove area where all these things would happen there. The windows would open and shut on their own or the TV would turn on and off. I would be going to sleep in my room. And There would be people talking in that little alcove area. Yeah.

One night, for whatever reason, my brother needed to stay in my room. This is the first time that he had ever stayed in there when we were in that house. I had already fallen asleep. Pretty quickly, but he had stayed up. When I woke up, I was shaking my head. He was really bothered by what he was hearing. Outside your room. I just brushed it off because this was normal for me. And I just told him to go back to sleep. I just told him it was normal.

kept shaking me'cause I was trying to go back to sleep. He was like Zack. There are people outside the room. That's not normal. И я просто не знал, что он не знал, что он не знал. He got up and he decided that he was gonna leave the room and go back to his But he gets to the door and and he's scared because he realizes this is right outside the door. So he pauses

And just hesitates there. But this had happened for me every night, so felt like I had something to prove. So I got up and I opened the door. All the voices that were outside just Stopped. Just a second ago, where there was a group of people talking where they were every night. There was no one. My brother ran back to his room upstairs and I closed the door, laid back down to go to sleep. Not long after, the voice started again. Mumbling. Amen. Yeah. But it was just another night for me.

Yeah. I had been through that so many nights that I had gotten used to it. And I would just lay in bed and at first I would just pull the blanket over my head and ignore it. But after enough nights of nothing bad happening, you just forget that it's as abnormal as it is. The voices it was hard to make them out. It was a group of people, maybe four or five people just talking.

And I remember laying in bed night after night trying to make out what they were talking about, but it was indecipherable. Not like a different language, more like just gibberish. And I thought maybe it was Amen. My sisters, but they were all male voices. It didn't take long for me to realize that this wasn't anybody that I knew. I thought maybe it was someone that was invited over, but it was really late at night, didn't make sense. I think it started not long after we moved in. The first time

It happened. I was so scared that I did the same thing my brother did. I stood in front of the door thinking I was gonna leave and I was gonna run over to the other side of the house to my mom's room. and tell her what was happening But I stood at the door. And it was easier to hear their Still didn't make any sense. But I was afraid that if I open the door. Something would happen to me before I made it to my mom's room. So I didn't. I just waited in there.

I don't remember falling asleep that night. I think I just stayed awake the whole time. Then that happened the next night. It was a nightly occurrence, it was just something I got used to. It made it impossible for me to think it was that it was something that I should just ignore. And when I tried to bring it up to my mom She just brushed it off. So every time I laid in bed, I knew that Whatever I was experiencing, I was alone for. And then it turned into And knocking at my door.

The first time that happened it woke me up and I thought it was My mom or my brother. And I waited there for them to say something, to say my name, but they didn't. They just And I laid there. as quietly as I could, thinking that If they could hear me breathe, and if they knew that I was there. The knocking on my door eventually turned into knocking inside my closet. That one was hard to do.

One night, before I would usually go to bed, me and my brother got into a fight. He was mad and he locked me inside that closet. I was screaming. Telling him to let me out. And I tried to to pole on the Handle of the door. It wouldn't open. And I told him. that he didn't know what was inside that cloth. That was terrifying. And I got on the floor and I put my hands over my ears. Looks like it hears scratching on the walls. I could feel Scratching on my body.

And the next thing I knew in my mouth Cause I was screaming. And she dragged me out and she was like, I was covered in blood, and she asked me why I had been scratching myself. She didn't believe me when I told her. Same kind of things in that house. She had no reason not to believe me. She just didn't want to. It was easier to ignore. and inside that closet on the wall was my name. Scratched into the wallpaper. I got in trouble for that too.

Things would go missing in that house. You would put something down and then when you would turn around it would just immediately be gone. You could be alone in the house and you'd hear people walking upstairs. You'd hear doors open and shut on their own, sometimes just slam. We eventually found where everything was going. This had gone on for years, things going missing in that house. Sometimes it was small stuff, like a pair of scissors.

By the times it was a whole chair would be missing from the dining room. Then one day, years after we had moved in, Upstairs in my sister's room, the wall collapsed, Because it had gotten so full of things that I couldn't hold it all anymore. And everything that had gone missing was inside. in this little room. And there was stuff that went missing. Well we lived there, but before us too. Got rid of all the stuff. And you could see that was the small room. Like it was a child's room.

We have no idea why it was walled off. But my sister wouldn't stay in that room anymore. We just kept that door locked.

Holy smokes, a child's room and your walls? That's gnarly. This is why I don't live in a house. Never have. Live in an RV. I grew up in a van. No basement. No attic. Way more protected. You know, I don't think it's that weird to hear whispers though. I mean everyone hears the whispers, right? Everyone hears the whispers. Well, it was nice to see you again. Oh, damn, another Lego. This one's yellow. Malachi, are you?

I know that doesn't make any sense. Kitty cats don't build Legos. Well, a anyways, thanks thanks for stopping by Radio Rental. We'll see you next week. I'm sorry, did you did you just say something? No, yeah, no, no, nothing to uh all right. Uh, never never mind. See it see around the block par block party. Yeah. Radio Rental is created by Payne Lindsay and brought to you by Tenderfoot TV. Showrunner is Meredith's. Lead producers are Eric Quintana and Stephen Perrell.

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