Scary True Stories Told In The Rain | Ep. 468
Scary Stories and Rain
This episode of Scary Stories and Rain features three chilling true tales: a dangerous first date with a mysterious woman named Lilith at th
Key takeaways
- The line between attraction and danger can blur quickly in online dating, especially when someone's behavior reveals disturbing intentions.
Main topics
- Online dating dangers
- Scorpion fear and survival instinct
Notable quotes
"I mean, it was legit the creepiest question I think I've ever been asked. How I'd like to die."
Conclusion
These stories highlight how ordinary situations—dating, camping, or walking at
Transcript preview
Speaker 1 (0:00) 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 (0:16) Okay, so before this whole lockdown thing happened, and my dating life was destroyed, I used to swipe through Tinder and Bumble quite a lot, looking for girls to hook up with. So I am bored in my Silver Lake apartment one day, when I come across this absolute smoke show of a girl, who was listed under the name Lilith. She had these big green eyes, wore pigtails a lot in her profile pictures, and had absolutely no qualms with showing off her body. She also had this goth girl vibe going, which is something I really find attractive. I mean she was definitely not the kind of girl I would bring home to mom, but that's not really what I'm looking for when I'm swiping. So naturally, I swipe right. Boom. We match. I think I actually let out this involuntary, no way, when the old, it's a match text appeared, and kind of cynically told myself, no, no way, she's a bot, this isn't real. But yep, it was real. She was so cute to talk to, at first anyway, because things started to go a little different when we actually met up. She worked at this little coffee shop at the Getty, and asked me if I wanted to pick her up after her shift so she could take me somewhere real special, which turned out to be the Museum of Death on Hollywood Boulevard. I mean, not my ideally romantic place to go on a first date, but like I said, she was a slam piece, and it was basically impossible to say no to her. So it was decided, and after I picked her up, she kept it a mystery for a while. only telling me to drive her to Hollywood Boulevard before revealing where she actually wanted to go. The area around the museum is kind of sketchy, but again, I would have driven through way worse neighborhoods for a date with this girl, so I just pushed all my concerns to the back of my mind. Despite the interior being as dark and dingy as it was, looking like an over-cluttered basement, the whole thing was actually kind of interesting at first, but I'd be lying. if I said my eyes stayed on the exhibits the entire time, when they were pretty much glued to her whenever I wasn't going to get caught looking. It most definitely wasn't particularly creepy either, but the things that Lilith started to say to me as we were walking around the place did, in a big, bad way too. Like I said, the exhibits were interesting, but that's all they were aside from being gross and spooky. There were death masks, body parts preserved in formaldehyde, all the things you might come to expect from a place called the Museum of Death, and then some. But this Lilith chick starts saying how pretty some of this stuff is, looking at it the way any other girl might look at a picture of a puppy or something. She then starts asking me all these weird questions about how I'd like to die. Yeah, how I'd like to die. I tell her I wouldn't like to die at all. I mean, it was legit the creepiest question I think I've ever been asked. And she insists that everyone has a way they would most want to die. I don't want to screw the date up or anything. She seemed crazy, and crazy girls can be real... fun if you catch my meaning. So I give her some throwaway response like, whatever way is most pain-free. She starts telling me how that was a boring answer, and how she would like to die of hypothermia, because it apparently makes you feel all warm and sleepy towards the end. How some victims of hypothermia have even taken their clothes off before they died, and just laid down in the snow or wherever before their hearts stopped beating. She also then gave this long, in-depth speech about how taking another person's life would be better than sex, how that feeling of pure power must dwarf any feeling that drugs or alcohol have to offer. She then tells me how hot she thought it would be to watch me drown at the bottom of a pool while there's an audience and I'm totally naked, how it would actually turn her on to see my final moments of desperation before my body went limp and floated around the tank. Then something about how the Vikings would make wings out of the skin on a person's back by peeling it off and spreading it out. Calling it beautiful, how it was like art or something. When she's done telling me all that, and I am suitably freaked out, she starts calling me pet, and how she'd want me chained up at the end of her bed so she could do whatever she wanted with me. Now, any other girl and I would think that was kinky, but after what Lilith had just talked about, I really didn't think what she had in mind for me involved any kind of pleasure whatsoever. When it came to driving her home, she actually told me to stop a few blocks away from her house because she didn't want me to know where exactly it was she lived at, saying you couldn't be too careful these days with all the psychos in the world who use these dating apps. Yeah, she said that to me after she spent like an hour talking about all the ways she'd want to die or how she'd watch me die. As soon as I got home, I blocked her number. I have never been scared of anyone like that before, let alone a girl I wanted to hook up with. Speaker 1 (6:03) I live out here in Las Cruces, New Mexico, right on the edge of the Chihuahuan Desert. About once a month, me and a few buddies of mine drive out to the Chihuahuan Desert National Park to drink Coronas and grill up some meat on a campfire. All but one of us are married with kids now, having put our wilder days behind us. So getting out to the nature park every so often is pretty much the only time we get to hang out and escape the mundanity of family life. Don't get me wrong. I love my wife and kids, and I'm pretty happy in my career, but nothing beats hooking up with the boys for a few hours of beer and big boy talk. So this one time, we're out there sinking brews and talking about the Cardinals with hot dogs and jerky, when I find myself needing to sneak off to go pee. I find myself a collection of little shrubs to serve as an impromptu urinal, then unsheathe my pork sword and begin to relieve myself. I should note at this point that I'm wearing khaki shorts and boots, so you can picture how this goes down. Right as I finish up and I am zipping my flyback up, I feel something tickling the hairs on my left leg. I look down, and there is a scorpion crawling up my leg. Now you should know, I am absolutely terrified of spiders and scorpions. Like deathly terrified. Anyone else might have just slapped the thing off their leg like a ninja, but I just freeze up completely, watching as the thing continues to crawl up my leg, using the hairs to get higher and higher, until it's in serious danger of sneaking up the leg of my shorts. I had like one last chance to get that thing off me before it disappeared. And unfortunately for me, I simply could not summon the bravery to do so. So I was forced to watch as the evil little thing crawled up my shorts. And this next part is why I no longer wear boxer shorts and made a heavy investment into a bunch of snug-fitting trunks in the aftermath of this nightmarish event. Because the scorpion doesn't stop when it's hidden away under my shorts, and I can feel it slowly but surely crawling up my thigh. further and further until it reaches the loose opening in my underwear. Now at this point, my buddies are calling out to me and making all these dumb jokes. I wanted to tell them what was going on. Maybe they would have been able to find a way to rescue me from a fate worse than death. But like I said, I was just frozen in absolute terror as I feel the scorpion crawling into my underwear and dangerously close to my junk. By the time my buddy Jay walks over to actually see if I'm okay, I can actually feel the scorpion crawling over my junk as I feel its sharp little legs digging into the sensitive flesh down there. It takes absolutely all my strength to just turn my head to face them, and immediately they know something is horribly wrong. I am sweating. I'm pale. My hands are shaking, and I can barely talk. But I do manage to get out the words. Scorpion on my junk. Jay says back, what did you say, dude? There's a scorpion on your junk? Like for real? All I can do in reply is nod. Jay runs back to the guys to tell them what's going on, having known from the look on my face that I was most definitely not kidding around, and immediately they all rush over, which is when I notice that Jay has a big gnarly stick in his hand that he starts holding like a Louisville slugger as he gets close. So I'm just standing there, trying to stay stone still. as the boys argue among themselves about why it would or wouldn't be a good idea to smash me in the junk with a stick in the hopes of killing the scorpion and saving me from perhaps the worst pain that any man could ever experience. And all the while, I have to just stand there and feel every little movement of that scorpion as it navigates its way across my junk, praying that it doesn't opt to just nestle up inside my underwear as its new, fleshy home. The whole time I'm just thinking like, please