Scary True Stories Told In The Rain | Ep. 470

Scary Stories and Rain

A chilling episode of 'Scary Stories and Rain' features two true, terrifying stories narrated with calm tones and ambient rain sounds. The first recounts a childhood experience where

Key takeaways

• The most terrifying stories are often grounded in real-life events rather than supernatural elements.

Main topics

• Childhood fear
• Home invasion

Notable quotes

The idea that the intruder had taken this perverse liking to them, one that was strong enough for them to be unable to resist their urges...

Conclusion

The episode underscores how real-life horrors—especially those involving personal violation and

Transcript preview

Speaker 1 (0:04) The Speaker 3 (0:05) city moves fast, but your vibe, that's different. Sharper, smoother, more alive. Speaker 2 (0:15) The new Speaker 3 (0:20) Honda City isn't just made to drive, it's made to feel. The new Honda City, all new vibe. Speaker 4 (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 4 (0:45) A few years ago, I was part of a true scary stories server on Discord. It was a place where people would share their own personal stories of scary or spooky things that had happened to them in their lives. And for a while, it was honestly a lot of fun. Sure, a lot of the stories sounded made up, and generally involved stuff like, I saw a shadowy figure at the end of my bed, and other stuff that sounded like they were lifted straight out of a bad horror movie. But every so often, someone would share a story that didn't have a hint of the supernatural in it. Something that was actually believable. And occasionally, these stories were genuinely terrifying. I read a lot of seriously spine-chilling stuff on that server. But a lot of it I have forgotten over the years. Probably because although they were creepy, they just weren't disturbing enough to actually stick with me. But there was one story in particular. that I have never forgotten, because it genuinely made me shudder when I read it. I hope the user in question doesn't mind if I share their story, and if they happen to hear this, I would like to think they would let me know in the comments, and maybe correct anything I got wrong, because I am telling this from memory. Here it goes. Speaker 4 (2:05) The poster began their story by assuring us that their story wasn't just some fabrication, and that although they were pretty young when it happened, just thinking or writing about it as an adult was a pretty stressful experience for them. They went on to explain that their early years were marred by tragedy, how their dad had died when they were really young from a drug overdose, so they were raised by a single mom living in a small apartment, just down the street from their grandma's house. Mom did some dating though, obviously trying to do the right thing and find them a stepdad to give them some kind of father figure in their life. The incident in question happened while she was out on a date. Usually speaking, their grandma would babysit for them anytime mom needed to do anything that meant she couldn't bring them along. But on the night of her date, the grandma was working. So although it wasn't ideal, nine or ten year old storyteller was left unsupervised in their mom's ground floor apartment. Sounds kind of irresponsible at first, but the storyteller was quick to reassure the members of the server. That was back when Yu-Gi-Oh was popular. As long as they had their cards and a box set of the cartoons to keep them occupied, being left alone for like an hour or two certainly wasn't an issue for them. It's not like they were going to wander out of the apartment or get up to any mischief while their precious Yu-Gi-Oh was keeping them busy. But at some point during the evening, they are sitting there playing with their cards and watching TV, when they heard a tapping on the window. Remember, they lived in the ground floor apartment, so pretty much anyone could have just walked up and started tapping on the glass. No climbing or levitating or any of that stuff was involved, so there was nothing inherently worrying or creepy about someone knocking on the glass. The storyteller then gets up, walking towards the window before drawing back the curtains, only to reveal the face of a complete stranger. Not their grandfather. Not an uncle, but a complete and utter stranger. Surprised and confused, they back up from the window, letting the curtains slide back into place, before this horrendous crash sounds. Broken glass tumbles onto the carpet at the foot of the curtains, before another smash sends more glittering shards onto the floor in front of them. At that point, they said they just tossed their Yu-Gi-Oh cards onto the floor and bailed. rushing out of the back door of the apartment and over to a neighbor's house, pounding on the door in a state of abject terror as they looked over their shoulder every so often to ensure the mysterious predator wasn't hot in pursuit. But thankfully, the neighbor answers the door, lets our storyteller in, before taking the time to calm them down to get the full story out of them. Naturally, they called the cops immediately, who rushed over since they were given the description of a home invasion in progress. The neighbor then gets in touch with Storyteller's mom to let her know the awful news, who immediately rushes home to comfort their terrified son. Then after that, both the neighbor and the Storyteller's mom accompany them back to the apartment, where the cops are still searching the property and surrounding area for any sign of the attempted intruder. Apparently, one of the cops approaches the mom at this point and shows her something in a clear plastic evidence bag. The mom stares at it, turns pale, then kneels down and hugs our storyteller tight, fighting to hold back tears as the neighbor says, Oh my gosh. They both ended up staying at the grandma's place for like a week after, while the window was repaired. And if that seems like a bizarre amount of time to fix a window, and that something else might be behind them staying away from the apartment for a while, you would be right in thinking that. Our storyteller had their suspicions for a little while, but they were too young to really understand the implications of what had happened. The kind of danger they had been in wasn't clear until many years later, when their mom explained to them just what had happened that evening. You see, it wasn't just the window that was being replaced. Speaker 1 (6:39) The Speaker 4 (6:39) city Speaker 3 (6:40) moves fast, but your vibe, that's different. Sharper, smoother, more alive. Speaker 2 (6:50) The new Speaker 3 (6:54) Honda City isn't just made to drive, it's made to feel. The new Honda City, all new vibe. Speaker 4 (7:03) The entire apartment was being fitted with new, incredibly sturdy locks, CCTV cameras, just about everything short of a panic room, all being paid for by grandma and grandpa. The whole family was absolutely terrified, and it was all down to the piece of evidence that the cop showed the mom that night. The little thing in the clear plastic evidence bag that made her turn ashen and squeeze our storyteller in a big, trembling bear hug. What was in that plastic bag was a photograph. A photograph of a young boy, curled up in bed, sleeping soundly. And that boy was our storyteller. The mom told a much older storyteller that the photo couldn't have been taken long before the attempted break-in. Something about the sheets on the bed being fairly new or something, I can't quite remember. Or maybe it was a new haircut that the storyteller had gotten. But either way, it was some detail in there that made it clear that the attempted intruder had broken into the apartment somehow, maybe only a week prior, and had taken a photograph of our storyteller. while they were sleeping. I can only imagine they had done so to several other children too, making a little catalog of potential victims, pursuing them for hours on end before finally deciding the one they liked the most. I think that's what makes my blood run cold back when I read their story. The idea that the intruder had taken this perverse liking to them, one that was strong enough for them to be unable to resist their urges, or whatever kind of sick, twisted desires had them smashing that window that evening. The family only felt safe again when they heard news that a creeper whose M.O. was eerily similar to their own experiences was caught by police and jailed after being extradited to another state. But they kept the whole thing a secret from our storyteller until he was in his late teenage years. There was no more details after that. There wasn't any grand conclusion. Just that it was something that had haunted him for years. I never read anything as horrifying as that on that Discord server. It made everything else seem tame in comparison. And I stopped reading shortly afterward. It's weird how we seek out scary stories sometimes, just to give ourselves a little thrill, but end up being genuinely traumatized, not by the spoopy skeleton stories, but by things that we know could have easily happened for real. Speaker 4 (10:01) Quick preface. My uncle was a sheriff's deputy and search and rescue officer in the northwest United States back in the 1990s. This experience is told from my uncle's view with a few explanations from myself. He asked that I keep the location hidden for anonymity purposes. So it was the summer of 1992. It was a couple years into my job with the county sheriff's office. Summers were busy. A ton of people would go camping up here, so naturally people would occasionally get lost. S &R was something I was voluntold to do as a rookie, but I learned to love it. Helping people, especially in life or death situations, was the reason I became a deputy. So SNR gave me that rush, as my normal law enforcement duties were almost always mundane in my small town. We received a