I Hosted A Late Night Radio Show In College And I Received Some Creepy And Bizarre Phone Calls That Continue To Haunt Me Today

Due to the particular subject matter that I tend to write about, over the years I have collected (for lack of a less pretentious term) a plethora of “true scary stories” from people of all walks of life. And this was going to be my attempt at cataloging some of my personal favorites.

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Tommy

Girlfriend must have finally noticed the awful thing crawling towards them as she closed the rear door and immediately bolted back inside the car. She slammed her own door shut and screamed, “Fucking drive!”

This time, Boyfriend simply shrugged as he shifted the car into gear and slammed on the gas. The four girls were all tensely staring out through the back window as they sped off and Boyfriend glanced in his rearview mirror, which is when he finally saw the thing for himself. “What is that, a dog?”

Girlfriend turned and glared at him. “Does that LOOK like a dog to you?!”

It looked like a person whose body had been reshaped into some kind of animal. As if something had taken a fully grown man apart, piece by piece, and then arranged his body into the shape of a four-legged creature. And then cut off his nose. And filed his teeth into sharp points.

“Whatever it is, the thing can run. I’m going…” Boyfriend glanced down at the speedometer. “Forty-five and it’s STILL pacing us.”

He eyed Kate in the rearview mirror and said, “What the hell were you girls DOING back there?!”

Boyfriend increased in speed until the monstrous figure behind them finally gave up its chase, slowing to a stop and then fading away into the enveloping darkness as they drove on in awkward silence. When the car finally reached Kate’s house and the three weary friends slowly climbed out, Girlfriend rolled down the window and shouted, “Hey…”

Kate glanced back at her and saw that the girl’s face had suddenly become a hideous featureless mask made up of two tiny black eyes and a large mouth lined with fangs which twisted into an almost cartoonish smile as she said, “You seem like nice girls which is why I’m going to leave you with a warning this time: If you ever touch a Ouija board again, I will personally come back here…”


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Joel Farrelly

When Joel isn’t writing creepy-ass short stories, he can be found scripting and acting in subversive comedy sketches on YouTube. You can follow Joel on Twitter or support him on Patreon, if you’re into that.