Do you know just how terrifying it can be when an entity disguises itself to be closer to you. Our storyteller has experienced all of that, and she's here to tell us all about it. As a story develops, I ask that you pay attention to the signs hidden in plain sight. Not everything is what it appears to be. My name is Edwin, and here is Amber's true scary story. The house that my family and I have lived in for over twenty years now was originally built in the nineteen sixties, so it isn't incredibly old. And in the early nineteen eighties, my grandparents had purchased the home, and when they had purchased the home, they had my mother and my uncle as their two children that moved in with them. My mother was a young teenager so she was just starting high school, and my uncle was an older teenager so he probably closer to seventeen and eighteen years old when they first purchased the home and during their time living in the house. I know my grandmother and my mother and my grandfather, although he doesn't like to admit it, had all experience things in the house. After some time living there, my grandmother likes to tell the story. She would be upstairs in the bedroom by herself, because my grandfather was a firefighter, so he worked odd hours all the time, and my uncle was working nights. My mother would come home later in the evenings usually, so she was just in the house alone many nights, and she would be up there reading or watching TV. And the activity in the house started very lightly, just simple things. You think, you hear something, you're not sure. You feel like there's always something watching you, but there's nobody there. And she would often hear people downstairs in the kitchen talking. And the way that the house is oriented the staircase is it's a closed off staircase, so you have walls on both sides of you as you walk up, and then you have a slanted ceiling above you as you escalate up the stairs. So in the master bedroom, she'd be up there reading and she would hear people chatting down in the kitchen, and she said she could never make out what they were saying. It was always just like soft chatter back and forth. And she would hear as if someone was stirring a tea cup or coffee cup, that clanking you hear of the spoon hitting against the walls of the cup She would always stop and call out for my mother or my uncle, thinking that they came home early, but she would never get a response. So she'd go down and at the very bottom of the stairs, we have one big platform step, and she said it never failed. As soon as she got to that bottom step, that would go silent, and she would turn the corner, because again, you can't see either side of the house as you're coming down these stairs, and when she would turn the corner, there was just nothing, absolutely nothing. It goes silent, goes quiet. She likes to say it happens so often. One night that she thought someone was in the house, and she went through the entire house, all the way down to the basement, and she said there was a cupboard down there that was just barely cracked open, and she's thinking, it's do or die. I got to open this cupboard. I gotta see if there's someone in here hiding. When she opens it very quickly, and of course there's nothing. There's absolutely nothing. She just over time, I guess you just get used to it. It's whatever. It's just the house, people have lived here before. It's not bothering me. One night, my grandfather was home, he wasn't working that night. They're laying in bed, my grandmother's reading, my pop's sitting there doing the paper, and they hear somebody coming up the stairs clear as day. And I can attest because I've heard it so many times. Sounds like anyone just walking up the stairs. That creaking because it's an old house and under the carpeting it's old wood, so you're hearing that creaking. And my grandfather says, who's coming home? Who's home? Who's coming up the stairs, And she said, it's nobody. It's nothing. It happens all the time. No, I'm telling you, somebody is coming up these stairs. She said, there's nobody there, Jim, I'm telling you, there's nobody here. So he opens the door, it goes out, and of course it's pitch black. There's nothing. There's nobody. Home goes downstairs. My mother's still out, my uncle's still at work. There's nothing. So this happens time and time again. My mother too, having lived in my old bedroom. It would soon be my bedroom, but it was her bedroom first. She's in there, and she said there were so many times she would be pulling out her clothes for the next day, or just sitting there on the bed and doing things, and her door would just creak open. And these doors in this house, they're incredibly old and heavy, and these door knobs are just like solid metal, and they have these old key holes. That's they're very old doors, and it just slowly creaks open. And she said she would open it quickly and never there was never anyone there. And so fast forward to the early nineties, my mother meets my father, they get married, and they move into the house directly across the street. We're neighbors with my grandparents now all the time. Eventually I had my brother born as well. We're only a year and a half apart, so we're very close in age, and we were always across the street at my grandparents' house. Grew up there my whole life. My mother grew up there, my uncle grew up there, My grandparents have been there for years now. And as a kid, you just feel so much more sensitive to things because you're not trying to rationalize everything. You're new to this world. Everything feels so exciting and just new, and you don't know much about scary stories. You've never seen all these scary movies. You're four or five years old, and you feel like you're constantly being watched in this house. It never failed. When I got to be about five years old, my brother was turning three, my parents had separated, and when they separated, my mother, my brother, and I we moved nearby, but we moved into an apartment, and my father moved close by as well, in his own home, and we lived in that apartment for about two years before my grandparents decided they wanted to sell the house to us. So here we are a little bit older. Now I'm still in elementary school, but we're moving into this house used to be nanny and Pop's house, and now it's ours. And I get my own bedroom upstairs, and my brother gets his own bedroom downstairs, and my mother moves into my grandparents' old bedroom. That master bedroom that I was discussing is like over right at the top of the stairs, and I remember constantly being terrified when I went to sleep at night. You hear people talking and there's nobody there. You hear people in the kitchen cooking and there's nobody in the kitchen, and you always feel like you're being watched and it's not, Oh, there's just something here. I can feel it. It's like this heavy, No, there's I feel uncomfortable. I feel scared, like my heart is racing, the hair on the back of my neck is standing up. It got to the point where every night and to this day, sometimes just because of how traumatizing it was, I would sleep with the covers over my head and I would leave just a little bit of room for me to breathe out of because I didn't want to see anything. I didn't want to hear anything. For years and years, I remember the very first vivid experience I had. My brother and I were downstairs with my mom. She went to bed, and my brother and I had fallen asleep on the couch and I'm laying there. I guess in my sleep, I had wrestled the covers up to the point where they were just covering my face. And I'm cold, I have nothing covering my body. I'm cold, and that feeling came over me and I thought, oh my god, I'm not alone. I didn't want to take the covers off of my head because I didn't want to see what I knew was there. But I was also so cold, and I couldn't ignore it. Don't want to turn back around and go to sleep on the couch, knowing that this thing is somewhere, and so I pull the covers off of my head. And where we're sleeping in the living room, it's almost like an open floor plan. You have an L shaped couch over to the left if you're walking in, and when you look to the right, there's a dining table and this old picture on that back wall, and on the side of that wall it's an entrance to the kitchen. So I'm laying here on the couch and i take the covers off of my head because I'm like, I have to do this, and I sit up and I go to turn over to put the covers over me, really quick, thinking I can do this quickly. I can do this quickly. And when I look, there's this figure standing in the back by that picture I just discussed, right where the entrance of the kitchen is, and it's just looking right at me and the thing, and this turned out to be a super common. Thing that scared me the most was that it looked like my mom, but it was not my mom, and it had this black hair just like my mom. It was so black, wearing the black sweater and she's wearing all black, and it's just looking at me, and I remember thinking, oh my god, what is this? And I like gasped because it was all I could do out of fear. And when I did that, it took a step towards me. My heart's racing and I'm starting to breathe heavy, and it just shakes its head no, very slowly at me, just no. And I'm frozen. At this point. I don't wanna make a sound. I don't wanna make a movement. It's just coming closer and shaking its head no. And at one point it's stops and it just walks backwards, never breaking eye contact, and then it turns while it's still looking at me. So his head turned and they walk right into the kitchen, and I'm thinking, oh, it's gone, this is over, It's done. No. No, I go to get up, and I stop because it comes back and it does the same thing. It's just and at this point I don't understand it to this day, but it's shaking its head so quickly at me no, and it's just kind of walking at this slow pace, slow and steady piece and it gets halfway between that room and where I am and I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't stay quiet. I couldn't just sit there in fear. And I shake my brother because he's sleeping next to me, and I say, AJ, I need you to wake up AJ and he comes out of it and he's what And when he I when I woke him, it just stopped. It didn't It didn't disappear like I thought it would. It didn't retreat like it did the first time. It just stopped and stood there, not shaking its head. No more shaking its head. It's just standing there. And I said, ah, do you see that? Do you see that? And he sits up and he's looking and he does not see it. And I'm thinking to myself, how does he not see it? I said, you don't see that. It's standing right there looking at us. He said, no, I don't see it. And I'm thinking, I don't know what's going on. But I reach there's a standing lamp right beside me, and I turn it on and as soon as I turn it on, it's gone. It's just gone. I grabbed my brother and I said, we're going upstairs. We're going to get mom. And I grab his little hand, and I remember having so much fear running because I had to run through where it was just standing to get up those stairs to my mom. And I thought, I have to do it. And I just my brother and We've run up the stairs and I'm shaking. I am terrified, and I'm like mom, I'm next to her bed. I'm holding my little brother's hand and I'm like, mom, I just saw something downstairs. And she's half asleep. Oh, it was nothing. You need to go back to bed. I said, I'm not going back to bed. I'm not going in the room alone. No, she said, you can sleep. You can sleep in here with me. So my brother and I we crawl into bed with her. We go to sleep. In the morning, I tell her everything that I saw. She doesn't believe me. She doesn't want to hear it. The house isn't haunted, there's nothing here. You were sleeping, you were seeing things, and I'm thinking my brother didn't see it. In it, I don't know, I don't know what that was. What happened so continuously, these just being woken up and always seeing something and always hearing things. It got to the point where I only slept on the floor next to my mom's bedroom for years, years until I was a young teenager, and I just did not want to be alone. There were so many times. I remember. I woke up one time, same feeling. There's someone watching me, and I have the blanket to it from my face and I'm thinking, not again. I take the covers down, and there's this woman standing next to me, to my left, and she's wearing this dress and she had her hair and a pony like a bow like thing in it, and she's just looking at me, but she doesn't look She didn't scare me. It was more confusing for me this time. And she just looks away from me and she walks straight ahead into the bathroom that's attached to my mother's bedroom. And when she did that, we had a dog and she always slept at the foot of my mother's bed. She jumped down and she ran to the bathroom and she's ferociously barking into the bathroom and I'm thinking to myself, validation, finally, something to confirm that I am not seeing things. And my mother's woken up by the dog and she's Chelsea, come over here, stop barking, and the dog would not leave the bathroom. It just sat there in front of the doorway, just low growling at whatever had just gone in there. And at this point eventually I fell back asleep. There's another night, same place, on the floor next to my mother's bed, and I have that feeling, and I'm thinking, Okay, I guess I'm going to see what's here. This time. I take the covers off of my head and I didn't see anything immediately around me, and I'm thinking, this is so weird. And so I sit up and I turned to the right and look over my mother's bed, and there's this man, this older man, and he's standing on the other side of my mother's bed. He's looking at the wall, and we had pictures up on that wall, and I don't know if he sensed it. I was looking at him. He turned to me and he gave me this smile. And it was the only time I think that I'd ever seen anything in this house that I was not terrified. I was confused, again, who is this man? Why is he smiling at me? And I just turned and I slowly laid back down, very confused, and the feeling wasn't going away. This thing hadn't gone like many of them did. I sat back up because I'm thinking, is he still here? And when I look now, he's kneeling next to my mother and he takes his hand and he just puts it on her chest while she's sleeping. She's laying on her back, and when he did that, she just inhaled very deeply, and I remember feeling, oh my god, what is he doing? What's happening? And he was gone, just like that, and I'm thinking, oh my goodness, what am I seeing all of these people? Are they all here? Are they all passing through? I'm thinking we do live up the street from a funeral home, but I have no idea where these things are coming from. And then there's a day I'm at my grandparents new home and we're going through old picture albums and oh, this is your mother when she was a child, and this is your uncle when he was such and such years old. And I said, who is that old man? Because that's the man I saw next to mom's bed, And it turned out to be my grandmother's dad, who I had never met, I had never seen in my entire life. He passed before, long before I had been born, and I thought, I guess that would make sense, because he's one of the first things I've ever seen that didn't terrify me. And I told my grandmother what I saw, and she started crying, and she said that my mother was so dear and precious to him, and that she wasn't surprised to hear that he came back to see her one last time. The thing that got me, though, was the clothes he was wearing, apparently were the clothes that he wore all the time, and that he was buried. And I had no idea. I just remember seeing the khakis and the button up with the collar and I just described it to a tea and had no idea who this man was until later. And at this point, now I'm getting older and I'm in high school, and I'm still seeing things, and my brother is now experiencing things too. All the time. When you talk about these things in the house, things get worse, and so we try not to talk about it when we're in the house. But who are you going to talk to. Nobody else is going to really be able to hear you and listen and be able to relate the way that you experience these things. My brother's girlfriends throughout the years, they would stop coming into the house because at one point my brother had moved his bedroom from the middle floor of the house to the basement, and I did find out later that the basement was where the man who killed himself in our house had done it. And he would leave to go up to the Royal Farms, the gas station. He would leave to go outside and get you cook on the grill. And so many at least three of his girlfriends that I know personally, have said that they have heard what sounded like my brother call their name in the house. Hey babe, Hey babe, can you come here. They're saying their names and it sounds like it's my brother, And they'll open that basement door. When you open the door, you have the stairs right to your left that go up, and then you have the rest of the laundry room on the opposite side, and it's dark, there's nothing, there's nobody, And they'll go upstairs and my brother car is still gone, nobody is home. Or they'll go out back and he's still out cooking at the grill. Has no idea what they're talking about. It got to be where it was almost daily. It was just consistent. You were hearing things, you were seeing things. I was outside by the girl one day. My mom was making burgers and hot dogs, and I'm waiting for her to come back. She went to the house to get some things, and she comes out and she's just pale. She looks she doesn't want to talk. And I said, what's wrong with you? You know what's going on? Nothing, I don't want to talk about it. And I said, what happened? And she said, I went to turn the corner to go to the bathroom, and there was a man standing there looking at the pictures on the wall. And she said, as soon as she turned the corner, he looked at her and then vanished and she came outside and she just did not I don't think she knew what to make of it. And again, for me, it's validation. I'm not crazy, I'm not seeing things. I'm not making this up. It isn't something wild happening in the house. Like this is real. We're all seeing it, we're all experiencing it. And I hated, honestly at this point, being older, I'm in college and the only time I was staying home anymore was when I came back for breaks. There was so many nights. Most nights, if I'm being honest, where I just stayed at my friend's house because I didn't want to stay there, And even my friends didn't want to come over because every time they came over, you were hearing things or seeing things that just didn't make sense. Up until now, the signs have been there all along. But up next, Amber has a bizarre encounter a conversation with this thing pretending to be her mother did stay the night. One night, I was laying in bed and I woke up in the morning, as I did every morning, my mom came in through my bedroom door, and every morning she would come in, she had her coffee, she was already dressed for work, and she's just mentally prepping for the day, and she would sit at the end of my bed and the dog would get up, and she would always her name is Penny. She would always lay next to me for the rest of the morning because my mom was getting ready to leave for work, and so she would stay with me until I was out for the day. So I'm laying there, I'm half asleep at first, and my mom comes in and she's talking to me, and I slowly wake up, and I don't want to go to work today. I'm so tired of this job. I think I'm going to make this for dinner tonight. Can't wait to come home and see you later. I love you too, Mom, but it'll be fine. I'll see you later. So she leaves the room. She shuts the door. Penny's lying next to me. I roll over and I go back to sleep, but I wake up again because in mind you, because I was, I had fallen back asleep. At this point, I'm not sure how much longer from when I just saw my mom. This is and the door opens and I turn. I wake up and I turn and it's my mom again. But she's wearing all black now. And I said, I thought you were going to work, and she looks at me and she says, I'm going to be late today for them, and I said okay, And I'm thinking she did say she didn't want to go to work today. Penny is next to me and she's growling. My dog is a sweetheart, and she is showing teeth, hair, standing up, growling, and I nudge her, and I'm thinking, Penny, stop, what's the matter with you. She's wearing all black and thinking this is weird. She's changed her clothes and she sits down on the edge of my bed. But she sat on my feet and I said, ma, that hurts, can you move? And when I looked at her, she's just looking at me with this cold look, and she just smiled. She didn't say a word. She didn't say no, she didn't say oh, I'm sorry. She didn't move, she didn't move off of my feet. She just looked at me and she just smirked. It wasn't like an open teeth smile or a huge grin, it wasn't anything like that. She just looked at me and smirked this smile. And Penny is still just growling. And at this point I'm confused, and I look at her and I said, you're being weird. I'm going back to sleep. I went to roll over, and she's still sitting on my feet. And when I went to roll over, the weight was just gone. It just gone. And I turned to look at her and she's not there anymore. And the door is open because of when she entered the room. The door is open, and Penny is still going crazy. At this point, now Penny's at the bottom of my bed and she's facing the doorway and she's just growling. And I'm thinking, what the hell just happened, and I yell, I said, MA, and I don't hear anything. And I'm like, I get up. I take my phone off the charger and I'm looking at my phone and it says it's eleven in the morning. And I'm thinking, well, okay, well she said she was going to be late today. So I go over to the banister and I yelled down and I said, MA. And it's silent. There's nothing, nothing in the house, no sound. I said, come on, pett and let's go downstairs. Let's go outside. And I go down the stairs. I come around the corner and I look in the living room and there's no one there. And I'm thinking to myself, but I didn't hear the door open the alarm go off. We have this alarm system in our house. I mean, any time you open the door, front or back door, doesn't matter. There's this loud beep throughout the entire house. And I'm thinking, I didn't hear that. And so I go and I sit in the living room. I look out the front window, and her car isn't in the driveway, and I'm thinking, man, she must have just left in a hurry. And then I'm sitting there and I'm processing everything, and it started to dawn on me that might not have been my mom. Penny at this point is just she's going berserk. She's running through the house and I'm sitting there on the couch, and I think to myself, if I call her work and she picks up the phone, then there's no way that was her. And so now I'm sitting here in my head and I'm debating. I'm like, do I call her cellphone or do I call the work and face the work could be the truth. And so I called her work and she picked up the phone and I just started crying, and she's rolling silverware. She worked at a bar restaurant at the time. And I said, Mom, I just saw you. You were just in my bedroom. You were just talking to me. You touched me. And she said, Amber, I haven't seen you since I came in your room this morning, and she said, I've been at work since ten am. And I'm thinking, it was like it looked like you, it talked like you, like it sounded like you, but it was wearing black and she just got quiet and she said, I think you need to leave the house. I went over a friend's house and I didn't stay there again. For the rest of that winter break. I just stayed at my friend's houses. And you feel terrible not staying home. You're inconveniencing your friends, You're staying on their couches and with them. And at my mom. At one point it was like, you can't be afraid to live. This is your home, this is our home. I've lived here since I was a teenager. Your grandparents lived here. This is our home. And I said, I don't care. It's not I don't want to be there. I don't like how I feel. There were so many days I would just be downstairs doing the dishes, and you would just get these thoughts in your head out of nowhere, like these dark, heavy thoughts. And there were times I'd have to stop what I was doing and just walk outside because I couldn't be in that house. I all eyes were on me every room I went to, It followed everywhere I went. It was just like there was no freedom, there was no getting away from this, and I had nothing to do with it. But at one point my mom goes, I think you need to talk to a psychic. I don't want to super skeptical. No, they're just gonna they're gonna probe us for questions and try to get answers and it's gonna be nonsense. It's nothing. No, I found this really good psychic. I want you to go see. And I'm thinking, oh my god. Whatever. So we get there, we show up, and I'm in my head, I'm just like, all right, let's get this over with. This is a waste of money. And I'm sitting down. She starts off with tarret cards and then suddenly she says something to validate herself. I had someone very close to me. They were horrificctally murdered. And that person came through in the reading. And I'm thinking to myself, how did she said her by name? And she called me by the nickname that this person called me. And she's saying things that weren't even in the police documents online or anything. And I'm thinking, Okay, this is really weird. And she said, before I continue, I want to talk to you about the man standing behind you. And I looked at her and I said a man. And she said, he followed you here from your house and he doesn't want us talking about him. And she said, and that makes me think that's why you're here today. And I just looked at her and I said, I don't know this man. And she said he stays in your house and she said he lived there at one point, and she said, and he's making it very difficult for me to read him because he doesn't want us talking about him. She said, but I can see that he either killed someone or he killed himself. She said, he's not happy about the fact that you're here. He's not happy about the fact that you're talking to me about him. And she said, I'm willing to come to your house free of charge to try to figure out what's going on with this. And at this point, I'm terrified, and I'm looking at her and I'm thinking, what do you mean he killed someone, he killed himself? I said, is this an evil spirit? Is this a bad person? What are you talking about? And she said, he's not evil. It's not like a demon, she said, at least seems all based on her words, she said, but he likes to take the shape of people that you know, so that he can get closer to you. And when she said that, it hit me and I'm like, oh my god, all the times that I've seen this thing look like my mom. I wake up in the middle of the night and I see my mom look in the corner of my room and it's not my mom. I see my mom shaking her head no at me, and it's not my mom. I see my mom come into my room and talk to me and sit on me, and it's not my mom. And I'm thinking, oh my god, what now. And she says I have to come to the house and I'm like, okay, okay, that's fine. It was not fine by my mom. My mom was not okay with it. She was very seriously scared that things could get worse instead of better, and so we didn't let her come over, and everything in the house really damped up after that. The next day being we have a mirror in the living room and I was standing there and I was just brushing my hair and this thing, I don't remember what it was, if it was sunglasses. There's like an object on the bar. There's a bar right next to me. It's just a short little bar, and it just slid like right across while I'm brushing my hair, and I just stop. I look and it's silent in the house. You're just hearing the house settle now. And I'm thinking, oh my god, no, I can't be here and I can't. I can't do this. I can't see another thing. I can't. And I just left. I just left. I went outside, I got in my car, and I left. And I remember later talking to my brother about what I saw in my room, and he said, are you kidding me? And I looked at him and I'm like, you don't believe me, and he's like, I do, because when I had moved my room to the basement, he was asleep in bed and he said, my mom, like I said, she work in the bars and in the restaurants. My whole life, she worked in the bars, in the restaurants. And there were various years where she was working nights and she was closing, or she was working in the mornings and she was opening. And I guess during this time she was working nights and she was closing. And AJ said he woke up because Mom came through the door and same thing, ironically, and she sat at the edge of his bed and she was wearing a black dress. He said, what he thought was weird because Mom never wore dresses to work, And he said, what are you doing in here? And she just looked at him, and he said she smiled, and he said, unlike with me, she opened teeth, smiled and her teeth were black. And he said, she just smiled and looked at him, and he's get away from me. He's like yelling at this point, you need to get out, you need to leave, to leave me alone. And he said it just stood up and walked backwards like it did for me that first time, never broke eye contact, and just left out the door, shut the door. And he said, my brother, he's a teenager. At this point, he's got not a real gun but a BB gun you need the little plastic guns you shoot at cans and things like that. He picks up his BB gun. He runs to the door and he opens it and there's nothing. Pitch black. He said, he didn't even hear someone go up the stairs. And he's thinking same thing. I thought, what the hell's wrong with mom? What's going on? So he goes up the stairs. It's pitch black in the house. Mom's cars and theory, yet she's still at work, so he goes to sleep on the couch. She comes home a couple hours later after the bars closed. She said, what are you doing sleeping on the couch, And he said, I saw you, same thing. I saw you, but it wasn't you. You came in the room, you smiled at me, and you sat on my bed. There's nothing in this house. You need to go back to sleep. Get don't you're not sleeping down here on the couch. Go to bed. And for years and years, maybe would tell my mom. I keep seeing it looks like you. It looks like you, but every time it was always in black. And at this point, I'm thinking, this is it. I'm so tired of this. I'm so tired of seeing things. I'm so tired of being scared. I'm so tired of our friends not wanting to come over and not wanting to be here. And I'm like, I have to find answers. I have to find answers. I'm looking online, I'm doing research and I can't find a thing. I'm talking to my dad one day on the phone and I'm asking him questions and he gets quiet. He knows something, but doesn't want to say it. I said, Dad, what what? I don't know? I don't know, you know, someone did die in that house. I'm thinking who, I don't know, I don't want to talk about it, and I'm thinking of that. Okay. So I call my grandmother another day when I'm talking to her, and I'm thinking, I'm telling her everything on the phone. Dad doesn't he knows something he doesn't want to tell me. And my uncle is living with my grandmother at the time, helping to take care of her, and I hear him in the background yell a name. And when he said the name, I remember thinking of our attic door because it had that last name carved into the back of it. And I said, who's that And he said, he hung himself in the basement of that house when we were in high school. And I'm thinking, what were you friends with him? No, your uncle was your other uncle, you know? And I just had so many questions. And now I have a name, and the name matches up with the name that's carved into our attic door. And so now I'm researching and I'm trying to dig into this and I'm thinking, like this, okay, So she said someone could have killed themselves or they could have hurt someone else. And to be perfectly honest, I just stopped. It wasn't It was almost like at this point I just didn't even want to know anymore. I got the answers that I needed, I got the validation that I needed from friends, from family from that and I feel like that was enough for me. There's still nights to this day and I don't go in that house for more than five minutes at a time. If you've had a strange experience that you want to share on the show, go to true Scarystory dot com on your phone or email me at hello at true scarystory dot com with the short summary of it. For Scary Plus members, we have a additional commentary on this episode immediately after this, so hing tight up. Next, be sure to check out my other show called Scary Story Podcast, where I tell scary stories. 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