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Her Husband Hired a Hitman: 3 True Horror Stories You Won’t Believe · True Horror Stories

• 0:02
  Speaker 1: As the vehicle skidded into the Windy's parking lot, heavy
• 0:06
  Speaker 1: rain was coming down in sheets, slanting sideways.
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  Speaker 2: Dude, I'm starving. I need a bacon hit her, or
• 0:14
  Speaker 2: I'm gonna die.
• 0:16
  Speaker 1: Fig slurred from the seat, his breath stinking of tequila.
• 0:19
  Speaker 1: I told Fig the seat behind me, because my passenger
• 0:22
  Speaker 1: side window doesn't open, and I feared the drunk moron
• 0:26
  Speaker 1: might vomit on me.
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  Speaker 2: You're not gonna.
• 0:28
  Speaker 1: Die, You're just drunk and being dramatic in actuality.
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  Speaker 2: We had just left a house party.
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  Speaker 1: The drive through held the same emptiness as the interior
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  Speaker 1: of the restaurant, without cars or voices, just a fixed
• 0:41
  Speaker 1: humming from the intercom system. I came to stop in
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  Speaker 1: front of the speaker and waited. Five seconds later, a
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  Speaker 1: voice came through Wendy's, May I take your order? The
• 0:52
  Speaker 1: voice was cartoonish, high pitched sing song, almost mocking a
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  Speaker 1: little girl. Before I could respond, the dry through windows
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  Speaker 1: slid open. There was a middle aged man in a
• 1:03
  Speaker 1: red wig, his hair pulled messily into two pigtails that
• 1:07
  Speaker 1: were greasy and ratty. The blue and white striped dress,
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  Speaker 1: made from poor quality fabric, clung to his sweaty body.
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  Speaker 1: His sagging chest was stuffed with bundles that looked like
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  Speaker 1: plastic bags. The white apron he was wearing had something
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  Speaker 1: on it that wasn't ketchup, and he smiled at us.
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  Speaker 2: Welcome to Windy's. What do you want?
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  Speaker 1: Fellas eat shirked. I instantly fell sick to my stomach.
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  Speaker 2: What the hell? Fig burst into laughter.
• 1:35
  Speaker 1: Holy good shit, it's Windy yourself?
• 1:40
  Speaker 2: Hey, where are your freckles? Lady?
• 1:43
  Speaker 1: The man's smile never wavered. He leaned on the window sill,
• 1:47
  Speaker 1: resting his chin in both palms, batting his lashes. You
• 1:53
  Speaker 1: are a naughty boy. His voice was syrupy and purring
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  Speaker 1: with a lisp. You keep talking like that and make
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  Speaker 1: this girl blush. Fig continued to howl and laughter.
• 2:05
  Speaker 2: Oh god, bro, what the hell is this?
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  Speaker 1: I shifted uncomfortably, gripping the steering wheel even tighter. Could
• 2:14
  Speaker 1: you just order your food, I said, trying my best
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  Speaker 1: to ignore him, but Fig bloody drunk. Fig leaned out
• 2:22
  Speaker 1: the windows, slightly, slurring insults between gigglesh.
• 2:27
  Speaker 2: Hold on, you ever use your dad dressed like that? Bet?
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  Speaker 2: He loved it?
• 2:33
  Speaker 1: Huh.
• 2:34
  Speaker 2: The man's eyes narrowed slightly.
• 2:36
  Speaker 1: The smile didn't falter, but something shifted behind his gaze.
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  Speaker 1: The man's left eye twitched like it was the calm
• 2:43
  Speaker 1: before the storm.
• 2:45
  Speaker 2: You think you're funny, don't you? You bad bad boy.
• 2:49
  Speaker 2: I tried to be the rational one and screamed down order.
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  Speaker 1: Sitting inside the car, The man let out a sinister
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  Speaker 1: smirk and then disappeared into the kitchen, his pigtails jauntily. Dude,
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  Speaker 1: I can't, I can't breathe.
• 3:05
  Speaker 2: That guy is insane.
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  Speaker 1: I was quiet, his look still fixated out the window.
• 3:11
  Speaker 1: Something was off. The man had taken too well. Fifteen
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  Speaker 1: minutes later he was back. The man leaned halfway out
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  Speaker 1: with our food. He had a little tremble in his arms,
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  Speaker 1: but his eyes were locked on Fig. Come on, naughty boy,
• 3:27
  Speaker 1: he sang softly, Come get your cheats, still laughing, Fig,
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  Speaker 1: in his still warmed torso, half popped out the window
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  Speaker 1: to grab the bag. That was when the man grabbed him.
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  Speaker 1: It happened unbelievably fast, and I didn't see it coming.
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  Speaker 1: One bony hand firmly clamped around FIG's outstretched wrist. The
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  Speaker 1: other thrust into his hair, pulling hard. Fig yelped, what
• 3:52
  Speaker 1: the hell? Hey? But The man was strong, too strong.
• 3:57
  Speaker 1: FIG's legs whipped and kicked. His sneakers had little traction
• 4:01
  Speaker 1: on the leather seats. His arms pin wheeled helplessly. How
• 4:05
  Speaker 1: about some kisses from this naughty girl, The man shrieked
• 4:10
  Speaker 1: as he made a violent pucker with his lips.
• 4:13
  Speaker 2: Figs screamed.
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  Speaker 1: The man's stinging breath rolled over him, a fetid cocktail
• 4:18
  Speaker 1: of cigarettes, grease, and rotting teeth. The first kiss landed
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  Speaker 1: sloppily on FIG's cheek, the other on his forehead. Then
• 4:27
  Speaker 1: he licked Fike's nose, leaving a trail of slime.
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  Speaker 2: Oo, you taste so sweet.
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  Speaker 1: His voice was babyish and breathy, sending chills down my spine.
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  Speaker 1: Ohel think thrashed violently, his face contorted with terror. I
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  Speaker 1: grabbed FIG's legs and started pulling him with all my strength,
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  Speaker 1: but the.
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  Speaker 2: Man's grip was inhuman.
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  Speaker 1: FIG's legs slipped farther out, his torso bent over the
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  Speaker 1: window frame.
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  Speaker 2: I go over, you freak, I roared.
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  Speaker 1: Clawing at FIG's belt to keep him from being dragged out,
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  Speaker 1: But the man kept giggling, peppering Fig with wet, smacking kisses,
• 5:09
  Speaker 1: blood vessels, popped in FIG's face from screaming. I let go,
• 5:13
  Speaker 1: not a Fig, but of my fear. Fig, just hold
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  Speaker 1: on for a second, please. I threw open the car
• 5:19
  Speaker 1: door and stumbled out into the rain. I could hear
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  Speaker 1: Fig screaming.
• 5:23
  Speaker 2: Hurry off, he's gonna pull me in. His sneakers slipping
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  Speaker 2: on the slick pavement.
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  Speaker 1: His eyes darted around wildly a traffic cone sitting at
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  Speaker 1: the edge of the driveway.
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  Speaker 2: Without thinking, I grabbed it.
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  Speaker 1: The plastic was slick and heavy, filled with sand at
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  Speaker 1: the base.
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  Speaker 2: I sprinted back to the car and swung.
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  Speaker 1: The first blow landed across the man's face, sending the
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  Speaker 1: man's wig flying. A second cracked against his jaw, making
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  Speaker 1: teeth clatter onto the ground, but he didn't let go.
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  Speaker 1: Fig was still hanging halfway out of the window, kicking
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  Speaker 1: and screaming. I screamed like an animal, swinging over and over.
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  Speaker 1: The pham cone struck the man's face. His cheek splitch
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  Speaker 1: and the flesh peeled back. Blood sprayed out across the pavement,
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  Speaker 1: and at blast, the man released Fig. He fell back
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  Speaker 1: into the car and scrambled frantically into the back seat.
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  Speaker 2: Go go go, he screamed, blood splattered across his face.
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  Speaker 1: I didn't look back and threw the car in reverse
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  Speaker 1: and peeled out of the drive through. As we got away,
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  Speaker 1: fig cried, he was shaking like a leaf. I hung
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  Speaker 1: onto the steering wheel like it was the only thing
• 6:34
  Speaker 1: keeping me alive, with white knuckles. Neither of us said anything,
• 6:39
  Speaker 1: but just as we were getting clear at the parking lot,
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  Speaker 1: they glanced at the rear view mirror. The man stood
• 6:44
  Speaker 1: at the window. Blood ran down his face, his dress,
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  Speaker 1: and his apron. His left eye was swollen shot, but
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  Speaker 1: he was smiling and waved. The moment I stepped through
• 7:00
  Speaker 1: that broken side door, I knew we'd made a mistake,
• 7:03
  Speaker 1: but Maggie was already inside, like some eager ghost hunter,
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  Speaker 1: camera flash illuminating the forgotten corners of what was once
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  Speaker 1: just another fast food joint.
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  Speaker 2: LEO, you've got to see this, she called back. There's
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  Speaker 2: actual satanic shit scrolled everywhere.
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  Speaker 1: I followed reluctantly. My boots crunched over broken ceiling tiles.
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  Speaker 1: The abandoned Windys looked like it had been frozen in time,
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  Speaker 1: then slowly picked apart by decay. Overhead, fluorescent lights flickered
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  Speaker 1: without rhythm, which was strange since the place was supposed
• 7:38
  Speaker 1: to be without power. This place is such a letdown,
• 7:41
  Speaker 1: and I said, trying to mask my unease with sarcasm.
• 7:45
  Speaker 1: We drove two hours for this, but Maggie was in
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  Speaker 1: her element, documenting every pentagram and a Colt symbol spray
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  Speaker 1: painted across the walls.
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  Speaker 2: For her one hundred k or so TikTok followers.
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  Speaker 1: Suddenly, Maggie disappeared in to what must have been the
• 8:00
  Speaker 1: kitchen area, and I hurried after her.
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  Speaker 2: Check out this freezer.
• 8:05
  Speaker 1: She pointed to a massive walk in with a rusted handle.
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  Speaker 2: But this is where they did their rituals.
• 8:12
  Speaker 1: Yeah, right next to the expired chicken nuggets. I snorted,
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  Speaker 1: but my heart wasn't in the joke. Maggie yanked on
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  Speaker 1: the freezer door, which groaned in protest, and a blast
• 8:23
  Speaker 1: of impossibly cold air hit us.
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  Speaker 2: That's weird. The place has been abandoned forever.
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  Speaker 1: Maggie whispered, her breath suddenly visible.
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  Speaker 2: How is it still working?
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  Speaker 1: She stepped inside the camera raised. I reluctantly followed. The
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  Speaker 1: hair on my arms standing on end from both the
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  Speaker 1: cold and something else I couldn't name.
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  Speaker 2: There's nothing here.
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  Speaker 1: Maggie, said, disappointed, as she swept her flashlight across the
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  Speaker 1: empty metal shelves. Just then, a faint sound emanated from
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  Speaker 1: somewhere in the freezer, a rhythmic tapping like knuckles against glass.
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  Speaker 1: Maggie moved deeper into the freezer, camera flash strobing the darkness.
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  Speaker 2: Hello, is someone someone's messing with us?
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  Speaker 1: I said, my voice embarrassingly tight, and then the freezer
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  Speaker 1: door slam shut behind us with a sickening thud. We
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  Speaker 1: rushed to the door, but it wouldn't budge. The handle
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  Speaker 1: was ice cold, burning. My palm, use your crowbar, Maggie urged,
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  Speaker 1: gesturing to my backpack. I'd brought it for protection, not
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  Speaker 1: to break out of a goddamn freezer. I was working
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  Speaker 1: the crowbar into the door seam when we heard it.
• 9:35
  Speaker 1: The knocking faster, now more urgent. Somebody else was with us.
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  Speaker 1: I turned crowbar, raised defensively Maggie through the flashlight. What
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  Speaker 1: we saw made our blood turn cold. Walls covered in
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  Speaker 1: deep gouges like someone had taken a knife and carved
• 9:53
  Speaker 1: jagged lines everywhere. Hundreds of tally marks scratched into the metal,
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  Speaker 1: Counting days, I whispered. Maggie's flash went off again, illuminating
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  Speaker 1: what wasn't there before, A dark figure standing in the corner.
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  Speaker 1: It was wearing a blood stained Windy's cap, its face
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  Speaker 1: half melted, as though from freezer burn, and its.
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  Speaker 2: Hand gleamed what looked like a meat cleaver.
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  Speaker 1: I shoved Maggie behind me and swung the crowbar wildly.
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  Speaker 2: Get the hell away.
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  Speaker 1: In the next flash, the figure was gone.
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  Speaker 2: What was that, Maggie cried. I don't know, but we
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  Speaker 2: need to get out.
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  Speaker 1: I jammed the crowbar into the seam and pulled with
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  Speaker 1: every ounce of strength I had. With a sudden groan,
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  Speaker 1: the door gave way on its own, swinging open as
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  Speaker 1: if it had never been stuck at all. We tumbled
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  Speaker 1: out into the kitchen, gasping in the comparatively warm air.
• 10:50
  Speaker 1: Then my eyes darted to the walls around us. New
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  Speaker 1: scratches covered them, deep, violent gouges that hadn't been there
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  Speaker 1: minutes ago. Run We sprinted through the restaurant, knocking over chairs,
• 11:03
  Speaker 1: slipping on debris. Something was behind us. I could hear
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  Speaker 1: its footsteps, wet and deliberate. He's toying with us, I panted,
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  Speaker 1: as we groped our way through what seemed like an
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  Speaker 1: endless maze of corridors and storage rooms. How could a
• 11:19
  Speaker 1: Windy's be this big? Nothing made sense anymore. Eventually we
• 11:23
  Speaker 1: stumbled into what must have been a break room. The
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  Speaker 1: walls were covered in melted candles and strange symbols drawn
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  Speaker 1: in something dark and flaking. In the center stood a
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  Speaker 1: table with old photographs spread across it.
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  Speaker 2: My hands trembled.
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  Speaker 1: As I picked one up. The certain employees look at
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  Speaker 1: the dates. The photos showed smiling staff members from various
• 11:45
  Speaker 1: eras the eighties, nineties, and early two thousands. But in
• 11:49
  Speaker 1: every photo, standing in the back row was the same figure,
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  Speaker 1: a man with a faint smile, his face unscarred.
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  Speaker 2: Maggie's finger tapped one image. It's him, the butcher from before.
• 12:04
  Speaker 1: The candles suddenly lit themselves, their flames, casting monstrous shadows
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  Speaker 1: on the walls. From the darkness came a hoarse, broken
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  Speaker 1: voice that sounded like it hadn't been used in years.
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  Speaker 2: No onely the freeze of alive.
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  Speaker 1: Our screams could have awoken the entire America. We ran blindly,
• 12:23
  Speaker 1: no longer caring which direction led out behind us. The
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  Speaker 1: footsteps grew faster, the scraping more frenzied, we found ourselves
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  Speaker 1: at a boarded up window. Without hesitation, I smashed it
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  Speaker 1: with the crowbar, helping Maggie climb through.
• 12:37
  Speaker 2: First.
• 12:38
  Speaker 1: The jagged glass toward our skin, but the pain barely
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  Speaker 1: registered through the adrenaline.
• 12:44
  Speaker 2: We sprinted into.
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  Speaker 1: The woods behind the restaurant, branches whipping our faces.
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  Speaker 2: I could feel blood.
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  Speaker 1: Trickling down my arm from where the glass had cut me,
• 12:52
  Speaker 1: but I didn't slow down. When we finally reached the road,
• 12:56
  Speaker 1: headlights appeared like a miracle. I stepped into their path,
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  Speaker 1: waving frantically. The car screeched to a halt. The middle
• 13:04
  Speaker 1: aged man rolled down his window, concern etched on his face.
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  Speaker 2: What's wrong? You kids look like you've seen a ghost. Maggie,
• 13:12
  Speaker 2: gasping for air, clutched his door. There's someone in there.
• 13:18
  Speaker 2: She's killing people.
• 13:20
  Speaker 1: The man's expression shifted from concern to unease. That Windy's
• 13:24
  Speaker 1: been shut down since the employee accident in two thousand.
• 13:28
  Speaker 1: The blood in my veins turned to ice. Slowly, Maggie
• 13:32
  Speaker 1: and I turned back toward the woods. There at the
• 13:35
  Speaker 1: tree line stood the butcher, his cleaver dripping red onto
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  Speaker 1: the forest floor.
• 13:40
  Speaker 2: His cap was pulled low but.
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  Speaker 1: I could see his smile, that terrible patient smile. As
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  Speaker 1: the driver followed our gaze. The butcher stepped back into
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  Speaker 1: the shadows, vanishing between one blink and the next. Maggie's
• 13:54
  Speaker 1: hand found mine, her fingers ice cold and slick with blood.
• 13:59
  Speaker 1: We both knew what we'd seen, and we both knew
• 14:02
  Speaker 1: somehow that he'd find us again. My feet were killing me.
• 14:10
  Speaker 1: Six hours into my late night shift at Gwindy's. I
• 14:12
  Speaker 1: swear I could feel each bone grinding against the next.
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  Speaker 2: Nobody was around.
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  Speaker 1: Except the usual handful of night owls, so I kicked
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  Speaker 1: off my sneakers under the counter.
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  Speaker 2: Sweet relief.
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  Speaker 1: That's when he walked in, stringy hair that looked like
• 14:28
  Speaker 1: it hadn't seen shampoo in weeks. His skin was so
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  Speaker 1: pale that it was almost translucent under the fluorescent lights.
• 14:35
  Speaker 1: But it wasn't until I asked for his order that
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  Speaker 1: I realized he was a weirdo.
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  Speaker 2: His eyes never met.
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  Speaker 1: Mine, Instead, they were fixed somewhere below the counter. When
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  Speaker 1: I shifted my weight, his gaze followed the movement of
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  Speaker 1: my feet.
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  Speaker 2: Sir, can I take your order?
• 14:53
  Speaker 1: I called out loudly. He blinked slowly, like someone waking
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  Speaker 1: from a trance.
• 14:59
  Speaker 2: I I need more time. My skin crawled as I
• 15:03
  Speaker 2: walked away.
• 15:04
  Speaker 1: Everything about him made my stomach not up Still, I
• 15:07
  Speaker 1: busied myself wiping down the already clean coffee station, stealing
• 15:12
  Speaker 1: glances at him. That's when I caught it, the slight
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  Speaker 1: movement of his arm. His phone angled under the counter.
• 15:19
  Speaker 1: He was taking pictures of my feet. I quickly tucked
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  Speaker 1: them out of sight, heart hammering against my ribs. Should
• 15:27
  Speaker 1: I confront him or maybe call my manager? I'd dealt
• 15:30
  Speaker 1: with creeps before. But then he ordered, and I told
• 15:34
  Speaker 1: myself it'd be over soon. As I sat down his tray,
• 15:37
  Speaker 1: he accidentally dropped his keys and brust my ankle with cold,
• 15:42
  Speaker 1: clammy fingers. I like your shoes, he said, I still
• 15:47
  Speaker 1: fixed on my feet. The way they hug your arches
• 15:50
  Speaker 1: perfect fit. I yanked my foot away, thanks, I muttered,
• 15:56
  Speaker 1: wanting to be anywhere else.
• 15:59
  Speaker 2: Throughout his meal, I felt his gaze on me.
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  Speaker 1: When I dropped a fork, he practically dove to retrieve it,
• 16:05
  Speaker 1: his fingertips deliberately grazing the top of my foot. I
• 16:09
  Speaker 1: couldn't suppress the shutter that ran through me. When he
• 16:12
  Speaker 1: finally left, he handed me a twenty for a five
• 16:15
  Speaker 1: dollars meal. Keep it all, he whispered, leaning in close
• 16:19
  Speaker 1: enough that I could smell the sourness on his breath.
• 16:22
  Speaker 1: I thought it was over, but it wasn't until I
• 16:25
  Speaker 1: was counting my tips that I found his note tucked
• 16:28
  Speaker 1: between the bills. Can't stop thinking about your perfect feet.
• 16:33
  Speaker 1: I'll be seeing them soon. The whole drive home, I
• 16:37
  Speaker 1: kept checking my rear view mirror. Nothing Maybe I was overreacting.
• 16:42
  Speaker 1: By the time I stepped into my apartment, exhaustion had
• 16:45
  Speaker 1: replaced fear. I took a long shower before sinking onto
• 16:49
  Speaker 1: my couch. That's when my phone buzzed with a text
• 16:52
  Speaker 1: from an unknown number.
• 16:54
  Speaker 2: Do they hurt? Let me wrap them for you.
• 16:57
  Speaker 1: My blood turned to ice. I dropped the phone and
• 17:00
  Speaker 1: frantically checked my windows. They were all locked. I pulled
• 17:04
  Speaker 1: down all the blinds and tried to calm my racing
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  Speaker 1: heart to some creep who had somehow gotten my number.
• 17:10
  Speaker 1: I blocked him and nothing happened for the next hour.
• 17:14
  Speaker 1: Just as I was falling asleep, I heard it, a
• 17:17
  Speaker 1: soft scratching noise under my bed.
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  Speaker 2: My throat closed up.
• 17:22
  Speaker 1: I lay perfectly still, barely breathing, straining to hear nothing,
• 17:28
  Speaker 1: complete silence. Slowly, I leaned over, phone clutched in my
• 17:33
  Speaker 1: hand like a weapon, and peeped under the bed empty.
• 17:37
  Speaker 2: I let out a shaky.
• 17:38
  Speaker 1: Breath, just my imagination, but when I turned back toward
• 17:42
  Speaker 1: the window, my heart stopped. There he was standing outside, barefoot,
• 17:48
  Speaker 1: on my second floor balcony. He pressed his face against
• 17:52
  Speaker 1: the glass, eyes wide and unblinking. In his hands were
• 17:56
  Speaker 1: my sneakers, the ones I'd been wearing at work, the
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  Speaker 1: ones i'd under the counter. His tongue dragged slowly across
• 18:04
  Speaker 1: the soul, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy. I screamed,
• 18:09
  Speaker 1: stumbling backward and knocking over my bedside lamp. By the
• 18:13
  Speaker 1: time my eyes adjusted to the darkness, he had vanished.
• 18:17
  Speaker 1: Then I heard it, the gentle creak of my back
• 18:20
  Speaker 1: door opening. You shouldn't have worn them tonight, his voice
• 18:24
  Speaker 1: drifted from the hallway, soft and trembling with excitement. You're
• 18:29
  Speaker 1: gonna give them to me, Boira, and I'll take the
• 18:32
  Speaker 1: feet too. I grabbed the ceramic vase from my nightstand
• 18:36
  Speaker 1: and hurled it into the darkness. The satisfying crack of
• 18:40
  Speaker 1: it connecting with flesh gave me just enough time to
• 18:43
  Speaker 1: bolt for the front door, but he was faster than
• 18:46
  Speaker 1: he looked. His hand closed around my ankle, yanking me
• 18:50
  Speaker 1: to the floor.
• 18:51
  Speaker 2: My chin cracked against the hard wood.
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  Speaker 1: So beautiful, he moaned, his fingers trailing up my calf.
• 18:59
  Speaker 1: I've been watching them all night. I kicked wildly, my
• 19:03
  Speaker 1: heel connecting with his face. The crunch of cartilage was
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  Speaker 1: sickening but satisfying. He howled, clutching his nose as blood
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  Speaker 1: poured between his fingers. I scrambled out the window, my
• 19:15
  Speaker 1: bare feet slipping on the fire escape.
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  Speaker 2: Pain shot through my heel as.
• 19:20
  Speaker 1: Something sharp sliced through it, but adrenaline pushed me forward.
• 19:24
  Speaker 1: I could hear him behind me, breathing hard, his footsteps
• 19:28
  Speaker 1: unnervingly quiet, like he was floating rather than running.
• 19:32
  Speaker 2: The alley behind my apartment was a dead end.
• 19:34
  Speaker 1: Trapped, I spun around to face him, blood dripping between
• 19:38
  Speaker 1: my toes. You're mine now, he whispered, lunging at me.
• 19:43
  Speaker 1: My fingers closed around a broken bottle on the ground.
• 19:47
  Speaker 1: As he grabbed my ankle, I plunged the jagged glass
• 19:50
  Speaker 1: into his chink.
• 19:51
  Speaker 2: He screamed.
• 19:52
  Speaker 1: I drove it deeper, twisting until he finally let go.
• 19:56
  Speaker 1: I staggered back, watching him Writhe on the ground, clutch
• 20:00
  Speaker 1: his face, his eyes never left my feet. Then headlights
• 20:04
  Speaker 1: flooded the alley. It was my neighbor, Officer Reid's cruiser.
• 20:08
  Speaker 2: Mora, are you hurt?
• 20:10
  Speaker 1: I couldn't speak, could barely breathe. I just pointed to
• 20:14
  Speaker 1: the man on the ground, who was still staring at
• 20:16
  Speaker 1: my bloody feet with a look of sick adoration. Later,
• 20:20
  Speaker 1: after they'd taken him away, after they'd searched his apartment
• 20:24
  Speaker 1: and found all those shoes, all those toe tags, souvenirs,
• 20:27
  Speaker 1: he'd called them, I sat in the back of an ambulance,
• 20:31
  Speaker 1: a blanket wrapped around my shoulders.
• 20:33
  Speaker 2: You're safe now, Officer Reid said gently.
• 20:37
  Speaker 1: But I couldn't stop staring at my feet, couldn't stop
• 20:40
  Speaker 1: the trembling. The cameras they'd found at Windy's showed he'd
• 20:44
  Speaker 1: been watching me for weeks, recording every shift, every movement.
• 20:49
  Speaker 1: I ain't wearing open toed shoes ever again.