He was cold Cold. That was the name. He was cold on. What's going on up there could be the most important event in history. Now I have become the destroyer of the worlds, I said. I hope this is close to hell is all never again. Hello, and welcome to the Tales in the Dark podcast. I'm your host Bob here with my co host Brittany. Hey, guys, what's up. Brittany? How are you doing on this freezing cold Halloween? I am doing good. It is too damn
cold outside, though, I'll tell you that right now. Yeah, I don't want to hear it. I don't know. You have at least snow right now, which we have in Ohio. All right, you know what, that's fair. It's fair. I was gonna say, it's only six degrees like warmer than where you're at now, but at least you didn't have to sit outside. Yeah, that's fair. Let me tell you, guys, the frustration I have right now. Last or over the weekend, I was up in Toledo and it was fifty five sixty. It was humid at
night. It didn't even feel like it felt like the first good day of fall. And here we are three days later and it's legitimately like snow floories outside. We skip fall and we went straight to winter. So it went from summer to winter straight away. Well, and the thing is, if you don't like Ohio weather, just wait a second, it's going to change
again. But this is nonsense. And I really do feel bad for the kids because I'm a member of like a handful of like small town Facebook groups, and seeing everybody with like their hot chocolate, they're all bundled together, they're snow on the ground. I'm like, this has to suck to be a kid. There's only one Halloween that I remember that it actually snowed a
little bit and it was freezing cold. I remember we went to the trunk er tree, and I got really upset because we only we went to the trunker tree at the church, and then we went to like one row of houses and they forced me to go home because it was too cold. I wasn't even that cold because I had my hot cocoa and my apple cider and stuff like that, but the parents got too cold and so most of everyone
left. Was first off, those parents are just they're they're not really fans of the season, because everyone knows that you put up with the cold. When it comes to trick or treaty, let me let me tell you. I was probably oh, ten eleven years old something like that, and I grew up in Sydney, Ohio. So we used to go trick or treat up by the YMCA because that was where like the rich people were, so you got the best candy, and the houses were like crazy close together,
so you could hit like sixty houses in record pace. Well, somebody had told my dad, hey, if you take your kids to Domino's Pizza in Sydney, they'll get a free piece of pizza, which was true, so we go down, we went and did our trick or treating. My dad like one hundred percent, his mind was on that fucking pizza. He could not care less what was occurring with the trick or treat. He wanted to
get himself some free pizza. So we finally get to Domino's Pizza and it's like right at closing time, they were going out like free slices of pizza on these like small paper plates. Well, no one had told me the levels of molton lava that pizza actually is when it first comes off that oven. So I'm sitting there, there's a huge amount of people in the store. I grabbed that pizza, take a bite, and I'm pretty sure I still have like blisters inside my mouth almost thirty years later from that pizza.
You just straight up raw dogged hot lava. Well, here's the thing. You're not wrong. And it was horrible. And my dad, I think he still got his pizza, pizza, pizza, but he was so upset that I had pulled him away from the thing that he'd been obsessing for. I want to say he taxed like sixty two percent of my candy, not
the parent tax. Oh my god. Every dad out there just waits for their kid to be old enough to trigger treat now, you know, because the moms are usually Oh, I got this really cute costume idea where new families costume the dad just like I'm getting that fucking butterfinger. I'm waiting till he goes asleep and I'm taxing the shit out of his Halloween candy. Every dad does it. No one can convince me otherwise. It's not just dads,
it's parents in general. Because my guardian, she used to she used to tax the shit out of my my candy too, and would leave me with like those crappy dots. By the way, if you're a person who who is giving out Halloween candy and you give out those dots that are harder than cement, you are a terrible person. Do not put dots in your Halloween candy giveaway. Just don't do it. Okay, Well, let me ask you this what what is your uh? This is your formal opinion.
So this is gonna be important. This is this If you ever run for any kind of political office, this is going to count against you. Where do you land on circus peanuts as Halloween candy? Are they individually packaged or just circus circus peanuts like just out of the package one at a time. Do you know what circus peanuts are? Of course I know what circus peanuts are. I'm talking about there. They're they're the orange things that you eat,
the thoamy ones. I have never in my life seen individually packaged circus peanuts. Do those even exist? Like I'm talking like small packages, like you know, okay, like little little fun size bags. That's what I'm asking. Are people just handing you a handful of circus peanuts? No? I mean I would be fine with that, especially that at my age, like if someone just wants to like give me individual Circus peanuts throughout the day, Oh I did that. That that paperwork's done. Here's a Circus peanut.
Like Pavlov the shit out of me with circus peanuts because that's my favorite candy. Now I have the secrets to our relationship. Circus peanuts are fine. They're not definitely not my favorite, but I will eat them if they are available. I'm all in on Circus peanuts. I'm pretty sure I hold at least like sixty two percent of the stock in the Circus Peanut Company,
just the whole company, the entire company. It's peanuts. No, But between that and Penny Candy, I still wish that we would bring back pennycas in this economy. We all deserve Penny candy. For real, in this economy, we all need Penny Candy. No, that's how it works. So let me ask you, did you have any halloweens growing up that you like that really stand out to you? Because most of mine are a blur until like teenage years. I remember the pizza incident, and then I remember
I remember this like it was fucking yesterday. I had convinced my mom that I really wanted the These became a thing when I was a kid, like the jug jack o' lantern heads that were like plastic do you know what I'm talking about, that you would kerry candy in. Yeah, So these became like a thing because there was a glow in the dark one you could get at Walmart. And I told my mom, like, I have to have this, and She's like, just use either an old T shirt that we
tie up or use a pillow case. You're gonna get way more candy. And I'm like, no, I have to have this. I fucking badgered my parents for months leading up to Halloween because I'd seen I think I'm wanna say I saw it on Goosebumps. Well, they got it for me. I come home and my dad kept on me like, hey, stop swinging that around. The thin little piece of plastic that you use as a handle,
it's going to break. Of course, I know better than my parents at this point in time, so I'm swinging the shit out of this jack o' lantern. It broke open on our like when we live when we lived in the White House growing up, it broke open on the staircase, It bounced off the ground, candy went everywhere, and my dad may become inside. He's like, you're not picking that up. I told you not to do this. You're going inside. I'm not saying I plotted to murder my
entire family that night. I'm just saying I'm surprised it didn't happen. How close did it was the Ferbie incident and this incident, Because now we might have some rational thinking here, I want to say it was a couple of years apart. So yeah, I definitely had some time to let the uh the anger build inside of me, and I think we just yep, I'm pretty sure we just cemented where the anger from the Ferby came from. I
mean, it makes perfect sense. Yeah, So what about you. Do you have any Halloween trigger treat stuff that you really remember, because again, my only other thing that I wanted to bring up wash we had a Sunday school night the night before or the night of trick or treat once when I was very young, and all, and when I say all, I mean every single like adult member of the congregation was like, look, guys, we know you're excited for candy, but you really need to be excited about
is Jesus, because the problem is the devil is making its way into your heart through this candy. And I remember having this though as a kid, like he's doing a fucking good job because I'm like six peanut butter. Eminem's away from like completely renouncing my religious affiliations and just going ham on the devil. If this is the payout, are he just gonna see here being silent? Oh? Thought I thought you were going to add to that in my mind, and you were supposed to say what oh, And I didn't hear
a single anything. I just thought you were like, you know what, this makes sense. It's all coming together, the furby, the witchcraft, all of it makes sense. The devil made its way into your heart with peanut butter, and I get it now, but I mean that makes I legitimly was waiting for your like, hallelujah, all hope is now gained. Moment you gained the immortal insight into my brain bringing you sat there for a whole minute in silence. I was waiting for the judgment to come. I
knew what was coming, I just didn't know when. Okay, what about you? What were your Halloween. Well, speaking of the church and the devil, most of my Halloween events, even into my teenage years were all revolving around the church. So we had our trunk re treat. But the ones that I really remember are the times that the church took a van and took us to the Haunted Mace. Did your church ever do that the Haunted Maze with the church? Yeah, we got in the van and we went
to the Haunted Maze as a group. No, No, my church was too busy health iron brimstoning us to take us to the church or the Haunted Maze. Yeah, so we took the youth group went to the Haunted Maze and we went for a few years in a row. Actually it was really fun. You know, we got s'mores and stuff like that. And I'm pretty sure at one point in my years I peed my pants because I got so scared in the in the Mace. That was actually twenty nineteen for that's
it was actually like twenty hours ago. So I'm still in my pist pants right now. The pist pants. No, but uh yeah, that's that's really all I remember. Slowly, memories start coming back from my childhood, but as of right now. That's all I got. See, I worked. Have I told the listeners about my time working at a haunted attraction. I'm pretty sure you've talked about it. I don't know if there's a funny story about to tell her not though, oh I have a million stories.
So first off, I worked at it. I don't want to say the name of the place because it's still open. But through my high school years I worked at a haunted attraction as a clown. I was a killer clown. And when you first start, you're at the bottom of the totem pole. And I know you can't get much lower than the bottom of a totem pole at a mom and pop like outdoor haunted attraction. But that's where I
started, and there was no training in my brain. I had like mentally prepared for Okay, I'm gonna go out there, get this job, acting class. We're gonna go through the scenes. I'm gonna you know, I'm gonna nail it. I'm gonna show them that I am the top scarer. That is my only reason for existing. So I get out there and I meet the owners, great guys, great family type environment, but zero preparation. They're like yep. You ever scare someone before. I'm like, oh,
I have three sisters. I'm born for this shit, one hundred percent. I'm your guy. Like, Okay, here's a clown mask, here's a costume. You're gonna stand right there and you're gonna scare people. So I'm again, I'm waiting for the training, I'm waiting for the acting class. I'm waiting for Kevin Bacon to come up and like, this is this is how you get into the mind of the people that are paying to get scared. I cannot make this up. The very first group that came through,
I panic froze. So I stood there and there and one woman in the group I think it was a mom and some kids is like, oh, that's a really lifelike animatronic. So for the entire I don't know seven minutes that they were in the clown area, I had to stand as still as a statue because I was too embarrassed at that point to admit my failure.
And they walked through. They end up telling them own're like, oh that that was a really cool, like lifelike animatronic they had in the clown area, And he's like, what are you talking about we have no animatronics back there, so I had thought I'd gotten away with it. Didn't get away with it at all. And that same night I had ran down because I was like, I'm gonna make up for this, and I'm gonna go
I'm gonna be extra. I will never forget this. We have a group coming through, probably like fifteen high school kids, seniors, and you walk through this long pathway that's made up of like old skids, kind of out in the woods. I ran through, didn't see what I was doing. I tripped and Superman flew in front of this group into a tree head on. I cannot explain to you the level of embarrassment, because again, I'm like, I'm gonna get him good. They're gonna remember this. I'm gonna
be the coolest kid at high school because I am the killer clown. At this point, no I ate shit into the tree. No one came to check on me. They had just let me just wallow in my own embarrassment for thirty straight minutes, and then someone finally came up just like, hey, Bob, are you okay? And I'm like, I don't want to live anymore. My god. It was fantastic. Some of my favorite high school memories came from working in this haunted attraction. It was great. I
met some of the best people ever. But goddamn did I have some embarrassing times out there? Are you? Honestly? There was that that we had an old oil drum out there and I was like, I'm gonna pick this oil drum up and throw it against the wall. Understand, at fourteen, I had zero muscle mass and this oil drum. I tried to pick it up and failed miserably fell on top of the oil drum in front of a group. They all laughed, and I'm like, oh, I'm going to
start making this into an actual like gag. You know that I can't pick up this oil drum. It's gonna be a whole funny thing. I go to pick it up when it was probably the last group of one night. I go to pick it up. I sliced my hand open on this rusty oil drum and had to go to the er that night and get a tetano shot. Oh my god, do you know how embarrassing that is to like, hey, sorry, I can't stick around to get paid. I have
to go to the emergency room because I can't. I'm not physically strong enough to pick up a fucking oil drum. Sorry, not so. And for everyone listening, this was an empty oil drum. It's not like it was a full one. They're like, oh, I get that, that's crazy. No, no, no, this was an empty oil drum that had been crushed and weighed probably fifty pounds at this point in time. Oh no, Bob, it's fine. It's the end of spooky season. We can
kind of all let it go right now. So Horrible Memories one hundred percent. So we're gonna tell you guys some cool horror stories. You know, it tis the season, and I did want to let everyone know I'm working on another Craigslist Horror Stories episode. But what I need from the listeners, if you guys can, I actually need two things. One, we need
more listener stories. I want to do a November Listener Stories episode. And two, if you guys can find me your favorite or worst like local Craigslist or marketplace postings or stories, send them in over at Tales from the Dark dot Net. I want to include them in this next episode because we've gotten a lot of interest in quest for another Craigslist horror stories. The problem is Craigslist is kind of dead in twenty twenty three, so we might have to
expand that out to like Marketplace or Kagigi, those sorts of places. So send those over to Tails from the Dark dot net. But Brittany, I'll let you go ahead with our first horror story, all right. So the first one we're going to cover is called the funeral Home. My family home used to be a funeral home. It's over one hundred years old, and
I'm pretty certain it's haunted. I used to have sleep paralysis sometimes when I would come home on breaks from college, where I would wake up unable to move, but could see a pale figure of a girl with a dark headband standing next to my bed. She was always facing the window, so I never saw her face, but man, it was terrifying. My dog would also sleep in my bed and wake up in the middle of the night to
bark at a dark corner in my room and other stuff like that. After I had sleep paralysis, I spent the rest of that Christmas break sleeping in my mind. Her. I don't blame you, no, no, not at all. What's really weird about that is that she didn't say she had any history of sleep paralysis that only happened when she came home from college at Christmas break Well, I mean that could be explained by a change in environment.
I mean, what you know, I didn't sleep in the dorm rooms when I was in college, but I did visit a few of them. They were always like a lot more hectic than your regular apartment complex because someone was always awake, there was always a nine hour or someone was always doing something. So maybe it was the lack of noise, the lack of activity happening in the dorm room, or the fact that she was sleeping alone at
home apart from her dog that may have caused that. But sleep paralysis in general is something that I didn't anticipate being as common as it actually is, because when we started talking about the hat Man and diving into sleep paralysis demons here on the show, I was forded the amount of people that actually have this as an ongoing problem. Well, you knew about sleep paralysis somewhat before we started talking about on the show, because I started experiencing it as a
more recent like within the recent years of development. Yeah, I never really I can't remember, but I don't really think I had it as a kid very often at all. And then certain houses that we moved into it's just been more intense. I mean, like the apartment we moved into. You talked about the old woman sitting on your chest. She you know, you
started experiencing sleep paralysis. So maybe it is environment specific. But even as we got more comfortable in these places, the sleep parass the sleep paralysis continued. So I don't I don't really understand it, honestly. Yeah, No, it's defly something that needs to be studied more and with a larger test pool. Because the only weird thing I remember as a kid really having is I had this. This is really weird now that I kind of remember this.
So growing up, like we grew up poor, so me and my sisters had to share the same bed for several years growing up, I had this issue where if if my sister was sleeping to the right, like facing the wall, I had to be facing towards the wall while she was sleeping, and if I didn't, I would have a nightmare. And it was like clockwork. I had like acknowledged and figured out this pattern that if I was sleeping with someone in the bed rather be my parents' bed, or with
my sister's or whatever. If I wasn't sleeping the direction they were for some reason, I would have a horrible fucking nightmare. And I had a reoccurring nightmare as a kid. There was a so my best friend lived like three houses down. I used to go to his house all the time, and right next to his house was this old grapevine. And when I say old, I mean like extremely old. We had to set up a clubhouse back there, and at some point we even like unearthed an old church sign,
like there was a church there. At one point there was like concrete steps back there, and it was It was really odd. But I would consistently have nightmares about a man very similar forgets played Resident Evil four the Merchant. A guy would be in a trench coat style, but he would have a hat on, not like the hat man, but he would have some kind of like a cowboy style hat underneath this trench coat. And I would have a reoccurring nightmare about meeting this guy back there in the back of the the
grapevine. And what's really bizarre is around a year or two after having these dreams, literally two houses down from his house was where the like the most brutal murders in my hometown's history happened when I was like, I don't know, eleven, twelve years old, So not saying there's a correlation, but this show has helped me on earth so much childhood trauma. It's actually kind
of disturbing. Same like we always try to push those memories away and not think about it, and then when we're diving into these weird topics and diving into these horror stories especially, it's it's weird how much we can relate to this this weird information. Yeah, well this story is no different. So when I was twelve, every night for close to two months, someone would
knock on my bedroom window. It was usually after eleven pm and before two am, and at the beginning would wake me up from a dead sleep. A few times I even heard the knocking in my dreams and then woke up and the knocking was still happening. I lived in a ranch in a Newish neighborhood, so there wasn't any mature trees whose branches could be hitting the house,
and I was certain on the distinct sound of knuckles on glass. I had a small night light, but no night stand lamp, so I would have to get out of bed and go to the other side of the room to flip on the switch turn the lights on. I had many blinds that covered the windows, but the thought of being illuminated with someone outside terrified me, especially because my bedroom window faced the backyard, which faced a giant cornfield.
Everything outside at night was pitch black unless the moon was close to full. After a week or so of knocking, I asked my younger sister if she was doing it. She was seven at the time, in me even asking about it scarer, so she tattled on me to my parents. They confronted me, saying I was telling stories, and I swore up and down I wasn't. The knocking kept happening for weeks and weeks, and my behavior
changed because I was always afraid in never sleeping. A teacher pulled me aside to inquire about my day's state and not paying attention in class, and I told her about the whole window knocking. She took me to the principal's office and he called my mom and they had a meeting behind closed doors that my mom would not tell me about. My mom slept on the trundle bed that
night in my room to see if I was telling the truth. I woke up at around one thirty am to the knocking of my window and reached down to wake up my mom and she wasn't there. I was terrified, stiff, and laid there until the knocking stopped maybe thirty seconds, and then slid to the floor. An army crawled down the hall and into the living room. My parents were asleep on the couch with a TV on. Out of probably fear, frustration, and disappointment, I started screaming crying, which startled
my parents away. My dad got angry and said something like, fine, then tomorrow, me, you and my shotgun will wait outside the next night. I'd hope you've forgotten about the promise, but nope. We bundled up in all black and camo and wedged yourself between the back deck and the house, with a clear view of both the cornfield and my bedroom window. A partial moon was up in clear skies, so you can make out the outline
of the landscape and the house. I stargazed for a bit but fell asleep pretty quickly, and my dad woke me up at around four am to take me back inside, saying all he saw were some deer in the cornfield and maybe i'd heard bucks fighting. Then you went to bed. No more than five minutes later, I heard a loud bang, bang bang that hit so hard it rattled the blinds on the window. I almost peed myself. I was so scared and laid awake for the rest of the night with my heart
pounding so hard I thought it was going to explode. The knocking never returned after that. My parents maintained to this day it was all in my head. Oof. I don't like that at all. If I told my parents, and we've talked about this before when it comes to kids telling stories like this, I get you're frustrated. You know, they're waking you up and
you and they're sleep and you're trying to sleep. But if your kid is genuinely terrified of this, don't be an asshole and actually go investigate the fact that the mom said that she would sleep in the room with her and then ended up falling asleep on the couch is bullshit. ID does not feel safe do something about it. That's that's ridiculous. That just makes me like, really mad, because that could have been it could have been a tree knocking
against the window. I get it, but it also could be someone trying to kidnap your child. It's better safe than sorry. This reminds me, and I know you have got one more story before we go, because I know it's a shorter episode, but we wanted to get something out for Halloween.
But when I was younger, we had just moved on a on Fairmount Drive, which was right by the middle school and the time I grew up in And this was a huge step up for me, for my entire family because before this, we'd always lived in like low income housing and the houses were always just not great, like they were always falling apart, dilapidated, there was something wrong with the house. Pipes would leak, that sort of thing. And this was the first like semi modern house we had lived in.
So we get moved into this house and probably a month into it, give or take. We moved during the summer, so I didn't tell anyone where we had lived. My friends didn't really know. One friend knew where I lived, and it was probably a half hour bike ride from the house, so I know this wasn't him. One night, I went to bed semi early. It was, I said, summer, but it wasn't super hot. So I had the window open, fell asleep, and I woke
up because I thought I heard someone outside the window. And to this day, I mean, we're probably fifteen years later. At this point, I am adamant that I heard somebody outside my window say is Bobby there? And like a super low, gravelly voice. It scared the hell out of me. I got up, ran out, screaming my head off. My parents would tell me just basically shut the fuck up, that I was just that it was a dream, I was asleep, that I'm making it up,
that I just wanted attention, so on and so forth. And so my dad goes outside to look, and we hadn't mowed the grass, and sure a shit, there were footsteps, like footprints outside of our window in the wet grass. And my dad still was adamant that I had made it up in my own head and that those were my footprints from earlier, which I
knew not to be the case. And I would say at least four or five more times during the time I lived there, I'd have the window open, I'd be playing video games, playing PlayStation, and one time I had a friend over he heard it as well. We distinctly heard an adult man ask is Bobby there outside of the window. Now, my dad's name is
also Bobby, so it could have been one of his friends. Whatever, But my parents didn't believe me, and this has stuck with me for all these years to always be like, if we ever have children, we will one believe them when they say there's a fucking monster in their closet, because they're very well could be well. Not only that, but the fact is, like us as adults, if I hear something weird, we go investigate,
regardless of high strangeness, being paranormal investigators, none of that. If we hear a weird noise outside inside, no matter what, we investigate. If I tell you I heard something, you go look. If you tell me you heard something, we go look. Like it's we trust each other's judgment to the point that we know if something is off for one person, it's justified in looking into it. And it should be the same way with your kids, Like, yeah it could be annoying, Yeah they could.
They could interrupt you in whatever you're doing. But if they do not feel safe, there's a good chance you might not be safe if you don't actually look and pay attention. It just it's that kind of stuff that makes me so mad. It's just I hate that. I hate that mentality. I hate that whole conversation because I have experienced that as well. So parents out there, if you listen to this podcast, make sure your kid feels safe. Yeah, because if not, they're going to start a podcast in twenty
years and they're going to drag you through the fucking mud. Oh. I've still got so much to say about that too. So that's that's a way later episode. So all right, well, I know you got one more before we go take us away. So this one's called The Rural Homes Dark Secret. I grew up in a very old home in rural Wisconsin. Actually, one one more thing I want to say. That's very a very weird coincidence considering one of the horror stories we actually covered in the YouTube video that
we did today. Yeah, because it could very well be a possibility of kidnapping and stuff like that, especially for younger boys. So keep an eye out, guys. It's a unsafe world up there. I grew up in a very old home in rural Wisconsin. It was over one hundred years old when we moved in, and the original structure was added on two throughout the years before we moved in. It was originally a one room house. When I was little little, my brother Dylan, and I would always see and
hear weird things. As an adult, we remember them vividly, but when we were kids, we'd brush it off and our parents would say, we're imagining things. It is a common theme in these stories. Parents pay attention. Yeah, one time Dylan went up to our mom's room to grab something for her and turned around to see a little boy standing in the doorway of our shared room. The right side was always particularly creepy, and it was a renovated attic, And when I was a kid in that same room,
I would see my barbies moving on top of my flat dollhouse. Microwave, Is that just the solution if the FURBI fits? Yes? Okay. My mom had friends to stay over one night, and one stayed on our couch. He woke up in the middle of the night to someone choking him and was like, there's something here and I need to leave, and bolted out of the house. The real clinger is that when I was in high school. We got to get we had to get a new septic take and my
parents couldn't find it anywhere because the records were awful. So they ended up getting a hold of the son of the original owners. He was a million years old, and he told my parents where the tank was because he helped dig it out. My mom was like, I have to ask. We've had some creepy stuff happen here, but whatever it is, it seems to
like our family. She asked if the place was haunted, and according to my mom, when she asked him, his face turned white and blank, it was because his brother Fure hung himself as a teenager in our living room. Holy shit. That is a prime example of know what happened in your home before you move in, do your due diligence, and if it's too cheap, it's too cheap because it's haunted. End of discussion. Yeah so yeah, no, no, no thanks. I have nothing to add.
We all know what happened there. It's a ghost and it's bad. It's bild, spooky ghost and spooky holse. Well, with that being said, miss Burtney, the only thing else that I'd like to add is we do have a brand new YouTube video up over at YouTube dot com slash Tales from the Dark, where we cover three true, allegedly true Halloween horror stories and you can watch it in video form. We're gonna play after the outro here stick around. We're gonna play the first story from that video. But I
encourage you guys to please go and watch the video. Let me know what you think of it in the comments. If you haven't subscribed already, please subscribe out. I want to start doing more consistent YouTube videos, especially if you guys enjoy these horror stories. I really did enjoy doing the research, recording them, putting them together. I think it's a lot of fun. It's a kind of a break from our typical content we do over on YouTube, and I thought it was a lot of fun. So please check that
out. So, Miss Britney, is the anything else that you'd like to add? Happy Halloween? Everybody, Happy Halloween. So with that being said, I think we're gona have to add this episode of Halloween twenty twenty three to our never ending but are always growing Tails from the Dark in When I was younger, we often visited my grandparents around the holidays, even though we didn't live in the same town. My aunt lived two houses down from my
grandparents. The lady in the house between was creepy. She was a large woman, over six feet. She wore logging chains around her neck, a dress, and work boots. The only time I remember seeing her outside was either in our garden in the back, or when she was washing the outside of our house, scrubbing the actual building. She did this often. During these times, she would yell at us kids and call us all kinds of
things. She would tell us the devil would be coming for us. The adults told us to leave her alone, and just to avoid her, we would run the distance between my aunts and my grandparents because when you passed by, she was watching out the windows. It was creepy and we never went alone. One Halloween, one of the cousins dared us to trick or treat her house. I remember how scared I was, but I didn't want to
be a chicken, Plus I was going with the group. One of us rang the doorbell and there was a lot of banging noises in the house suddenly like door slamming. When she answered the door, she had a severed head in her hands, and we all went screaming. The adults told us it was a Halloween prop and we knew we shouldn't be bothering her and deserve to be scared. Around a month later, my parents got a phone call that the lady had tried to kill my aunt while she was bringing in groceries and
had my young cousin in her arms. The lady had one of those rope saws and had come up behind my aunt with it. She put it over her head and around her neck and proceeded a saw. My aunt naturally freaked out and started kicking the door. My uncle came out and beat the lady down with a fire poker. The police investigation revealed that the woman had been digging tunnels under her home, which were coming up under my aunts, my
grandparents, and other neighbors' houses. She had been bringing the dirt up and putting it in raised beds of the gardens. She also had a shrine of some sort underground which had a few severed heads around it. Now, thankfully, my aunt did survive, but was left with a long scar across her neck. I guess the lesson learned here was you can never trust your neighbors.