Scary True Stories Told In The Rain | Ep. 466
Scary Stories and Rain
This episode of 'Scary Stories and Rain' features three chilling personal accounts involving real-life encounters with danger, paranoia, and unexplained phenomena. A young woman recounts a terrifying experience in a
Key takeaways
- Personal trauma and heightened awareness can amplify perceived threats in everyday environments.
- Unexplained phenomena may occur even when logical explanations are lacking, challenging skepticism.
Main topics
- Personal safety and fear in public spaces
- CPTSD and trauma responses
Notable quotes
I am not really able to go out in public by myself unless I am with someone, going to class, or going to work.
Conclusion
These stories highlight how real fear, trauma, and unexplained events can blur the line between
Transcript preview
Speaker 4 (0:04) The Speaker 2 (0:05) city moves fast, but your vibe, that's different. Sharper, smoother, more alive. Speaker 3 (0:15) The new Speaker 2 (0:20) Honda City isn't just made to drive, it's made to feel. The new Honda City, all new vibe. Speaker 1 (0:28) Hey, welcome to Scary Stories and Rain. Do you want to listen ad-free? Just subscribe on Spotify for $2.99 a month. Now turn out the lights, enjoy the stories, and enjoy the rain. Speaker 1 (0:45) There have been three instances in my life where I have felt like I was going to be abducted. I am a woman, and I am currently 23 years old. I am also on the petite side, standing at a whopping 5'3", and weighing around 115 pounds. Because of this, I typically wear heels or platform boots so that I can appear taller than I actually am. This story happened this spring while at a second-hand store. I was looking to find a good side table styled cabinet, and my boyfriend came with me because I have already been nearly abducted twice in my life. And I suffer from CPTSD, in part because of that. So I am not really able to go out in public by myself unless I am with someone, going to class, or going to work. Lucky for me, my boyfriend is 6'3", lean but muscular, has a very deep, intimidating voice. and has absolutely no issues with taking physical action if I needed that kind of defense. So it's nice basically having my own caring personal bodyguard. For context, the area I live in is bad for trafficking. I live in northern Wisconsin, but close to Minneapolis. The I-94 runs basically straight to Minneapolis from the Dells. I grew up near that area, and I know full well that the Dells has bad trafficking issues too, because of the high levels of tourism in the area. Plus, Baraboo, the next town over from the Dells, still has running cargo trains that are rumored. to contribute to trafficking. But that's not entirely relevant. The town I currently live in is split in half by the same interstate, and there's a Walmart right by the exit, also infamous for trafficking. There have been many abductions of women in our town in various locations all over, and it isn't a secret to anybody that it is an issue for the area. Now, moving on. My boyfriend and I go to the next town over to look for a cabinet-styled side table because the second-hand shops in our town don't sell furniture. We get inside and look around for a little bit before my boyfriend says that he needs to go to the bathroom. I keep browsing nearby the bathrooms in a display area for desks, dressers, etc. And I find this really neat vintage vanity with hidden organizers in the top of the desk. and I start looking at it and checking out its little features. While doing so, I feel eyes on me, so I look around to see if I'm being watched by someone. Sure enough, in the row of desks behind me, there is a middle-aged man looking at me with no facial expressions. I am dressed in a skirt and knee socks, and this is one of my go-to looks. So glaring at creepy men eyeing me up isn't something new to me. but since I am alone at the moment and don't want to upset the guy, I give him the cliche midwestern half smile and move up the row away from him, but towards the corner of the section. All of a sudden this guy practically runs to the row I'm in, so I take a right and head up towards where he was standing when I spotted him initially. He picks up pace, and I am now half running trying to get away from him, and after a small chase around furniture, We end up in a situation where I am standing on one side of the row of desks and he is standing in front of me on the other side, waiting to see which way I go, at a standstill. At this moment, I try looking to my left towards the other furniture and bathrooms to see if anyone is around to witness this, and thank Gaia, my boyfriend is out of the bathroom already, walking towards us with very squared up posture. He looks absolutely livid. and his eyes are locked solidly onto this creep that was chasing me around furniture just a second ago. My boyfriend reaches my side and puts his arm around my shoulder protectively, and he and this creep make eye contact. They honestly both looked equally pissed off. The guy doesn't say anything, just walks away, but every few minutes or so we see him looking at us a few aisles away wherever we are in the store, and I am extremely anxious at this point and just want to leave. But my boyfriend is trying his best to reassure me and calm me down, in ways he best knows how, with little avail. He eventually distracts me from the guy by finding a perfect side table for what I was looking for. Dark cherry wood. Glass door. Shelves. Absolutely beautiful, and only $30. Not to mention a student discount. We pick it up and head to checkout, and the entire time I am paranoid. and looking around to see if this guy is near us. He is currently being checked out at the register, and we are being separated by two other customers. My anxiety spikes again, but I try not to let it show. When he is done, he walks through the first set of doors to exit, but is still in the first entrance of the store just standing there. He looks at me, and we make eye contact a few times while I am in line, and then checking out. I make it a point to stand on the right side of my boyfriend carrying my new find out and holding eye contact with the creep the whole time we exit and get into the car. He doesn't say or do anything. He didn't follow us. He just stared at me and we get into the car safely. Although I am still paranoid and trying to get the side table in the car and secured as fast as possible, which is just making me fumble even more. But regardless, we left safe. and made it home okay. I can't say for certain that this man was trying to... Speaker 4 (6:39) The Speaker 1 (6:39) city Speaker 2 (6:40) moves fast, but your vibe, that's different. Sharper, smoother, more alive. Speaker 3 (6:50) The new Speaker 2 (6:54) Honda City isn't just made to drive, it's made to feel. The new Honda City, all new vibe. Speaker 1 (7:03) Ducked me, let alone if he was working with traffickers, but I highly doubt he was chasing and stalking me around the store with pure intentions. Speaker 1 (7:22) I just want to start off and say that before this incident, I have always been a skeptic of the paranormal. Growing up, my mom and dad would tell me stories that they encountered with the paranormal in their early years, so I always had an open mind to the possibility. But since I personally haven't encountered anything, I have always thought, if I didn't see it, then there might have been a logical explanation to their experience. So who knows if it's actually true. Moving on to the incident. that made me a believer. This all happened back in the early fall of 2011. Me, my son, and his mother lived in a two-bedroom second-floor apartment on the east side of Cincinnati, Ohio. My son at the time was a little over two years old and was starting to say words and communicate in ways typical kids his age would say or do, with body language and gestures. I say that because this ties in with the story later on. On this particular afternoon, his mother was over at her mother's house for the past two days, and was staying one more night there to help her cope with the loss of a relative that recently passed. So me and my son, who I will call Kevin to protect his identity, had the place to ourselves for the night. Around 5pm that early evening, I invited my longtime buddy, who I'll call Tony, who I've known since 5th grade and also lived downstairs in the same apartment building. over to my place to watch a baseball game. I also called my dad over to my place to partake in the makeshift guys night I set up. During the game, everything is going well. We ordered pizza and soda, and we were having a good time. During all of that, for reasons I can't remember, my dad started retelling me and my buddy his paranormal experiences that he told to us as kids. Even in our mid-twenties, we still felt like nine-year-old boys hearing those ghost stories for the first time. Regardless of my skepticism, my dad is an amazing storyteller, so hearing them again is never a drag. With that said, it's approaching 10pm at this point, and the baseball game was over, so my dad headed out to make it back home at a decent hour. Tony stuck around a few more minutes to smoke a cigarette with me on my balcony, and then head back down to his place. So before bed, I decided to clean up some of the pizza boxes and soda cans laying around the living room, while my son was rolling his toy cars on the laminate floor in the kitchen. To give you a quick layout of the apartment to get a better visual as this story continues to the creepy stuff, as soon as you walk in the door of my second floor apartment, the opening to the kitchen is right in front of you. To the right is the small closet, and to the left is the living and dining room. If you were to be standing in between the living room and dining room, straight ahead, opposite the wall where the front door is, there's the opening to the hallway going left and right to each bedroom, and straight ahead is the bathroom. So let's get to where things get spooky. Remember me saying my son was just starting to communicate with words and gestures? I am in the living room still cleaning, and in the midst of my son joyfully playing with his toy cars, I hear him abruptly. Stop it, Johnny, and then immediately began to cry. I froze. We didn't know a Johnny, so how does he know this name, I think to myself. I then head into the kitchen to see my son on the floor, holding his hand in tears. I get down to examine it, but see no injuries, no red marks, no blood, etc. I quickly calm him down and ask him what happened. It was at this point he turns his body and points at the kitchen wall