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"I inspect foreclosed houses. I’m haunted by the things people leave behind" Creepypasta - YouTube
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(00:00) foreign but that isn't what scares me about this job when I arrive at a home and see someone burst out of the front door clutching a rifle I know what to expect they have something to lose they're scared and they don't know what to do so I tell them I give them resources and fighting back I refer them to law firms who do pro bono work government bodies and Charities that can help them get back on their feet I speak calmly and with empathy and people listen some even thank me as they pack their things up and drive away
(00:47) people ending themselves are harder to deal with I get at least three or four a year and people who do it out of spite really go all out on the spectacle the harder it is for the bank to clean up the better and people assume the bank puts their house on the market the second it's seized but a house can sit forgotten for years before I'm sent to look it over lone bodies swinging in empty living rooms flesh like melted candle wax from all that time left in open air I find it profoundly sad these people lay themselves out like a
(01:26) spiteful diorama and then no one turns up they slit their throats while clutching eviction notices and by the time I arrive the blood is dried and the ink has faded the worst ones don't just hurt themselves but their loved ones too packs are more common with the elderly but it isn't always octogenarians families too it's rare but it does happen a sun-baked house with drawn curtains so much time passed in dry Autumn heat that this skin turned paper thin receding lips black toothless gums born in a Richter screen
(02:08) hell of a thing to see staring out of a crib each house is its own apocalypse its own ruined City for me to wander Whiskey in the toilet cistern fentanyl under the bed Bill's past due and it doesn't just end with the people we kick out these places are empty so long you will often get squatters usually harmless not always some have the potential to be thoroughly lethal stringy men and women with flinty eyes and missing teeth who come bursting out of the malty blankets and indoor tents slashing box cutters wildly in the
(02:50) air you could play Tic-Tac-Toe on my forearm from all the defensive wounds even when they moved on the things they leave behind aren't exactly safe fumes from homemade Labs can rot your lungs and disease positive needles stuff down the sides of old sofa cushions way to Precure his fingers and the cooks get real paranoid about being robbed so they like to rig their homes with traps they get inventive with whatever's lying around shots of Glass on spring-loaded broom handles trick floorboards over boxes of razor blades infection smeared
(03:30) knives hidden beneath false window sills every now and again I find a trap that's been set off a baseball bat rigged a lash out and anyone engine the kitchen blood and hair dripping from the bent Nails hammered into the wood no sign of the poor guy who Set It Off just the grisly trail of Gore leading out of the house and into the nearby Woods most likely candidate is the guy who said the Trap these addicts can stay up for days and pass out and when they wake up the first thing they do is head for the stash not
(04:05) remembering what they left behind one time I found the guy lying a few feet away from his own trap he kept his money in this old metal lunchbox at the back of a cupboard and he'd rigged it so anyone reaching in would get a hell of a surprise the blade went in and his elbow and left just below the knuckle on his thumb now helping him after that he died bleeding out and his late grandmother's cold linoleum what a god-awful way to go and his little lunchbox on the ground and empty of everything worth taking
(04:45) police reckon someone was with him when it happened must have gotten scared so they took the cash and left him to die it'd take a full month before I found him and no one even reported him missing in the interim you think the kid would be angry but he wasn't he just looked like he was scared 19 going through withdrawal and dying slowly curled up like a baby one hand gripping his open wrist you can't trap the ocean in your fist it leaks through your fingers that kid knew what was coming I could see it in his eyes
(05:25) terrified meth is a hell of a drug these poor guys fry their brains out in the middle of nowhere I can't even begin to imagine what they think they see out there what visits them in the dark found this trailer once that had been rigged with damn near a hundred traps they weren't particularly sophisticated but they were numerous and vicious and desperate they circled the lone motorhome out in the middle of the desert like an invading Army made of knives and bear traps and stolen guns and even a few hastily made IEDs
(06:06) took me and a bomb squad a week just to get to the front door and by the time we opened it we were all fairly certain of one simple fact this place hadn't been rigged to keep thieves out whoever had said the traps had been scared of something leaving probably just drug-fueled paranoia on behalf of whoever said them but I think the idea that something was in there waiting for us got under our skin anyway during the operation we'd sometimes get shouted reports of someone moving around in the trailer and the whole site would
(06:43) go to hell armed men and women lying in their bellies iron sights lined up on the front door handshaking I guess we kept asking ourselves over and over what's in there that had someone so scared they said all these traps when we finally got our answer the first thing we found was a meth lab pretty par for the course less normal was a body that had been torn to pieces halfway to dust after all that time in that heated past but it was strewn all over the interior walls floor ceiling couldn't argue he was a natural death or
(07:27) a product of scavengers not unless coyotes can work a lock and key or was left of his head and torso looked like he'd gone through hell I'm hardly a forensic expert but it didn't look to me like he died slowly and painfully missing fingers teeth when I plucked out torture is what it made me think of even stranger than all of that though was what we found sat on the kitchen counter next to all those broken beakers and stained chemistry equipment a doll not like a kid's doll porcelain like a collector's item that
(08:11) had seen better days scared the hell out of me given the circumstances and all couldn't shake the feeling whoever had made all those traps had done so with that thing in mind which begged the question who is the poor guy stuck inside the trailer and what had happened to him cops wrote it off meth is a hell of a drug so they say we all knew that only I wasn't so sure I've seen a lot of weird stuff who knows what visited that poor guy out in the wild so far from civilization a lot of life gets lived out in the
(08:55) world out in the plains or in the forests and amongst Hills far from prying eyes you get a sense of it in my job the sheer quantity of untold stories failed dreams great triumphs abandoned canvases well-worn guitars heydays that came and went or simply never came at all most stories follow rhythm most some like that doll raise profound questions others aren't really stories at all so much as nightmares just waiting for the next victim this world is full of hidden needles waiting for probing hands there are rare occasions where I'll
(09:46) advise the bank not to sell a property they become part of a kind of no-go Zone the government is set up around the country I only see bits of this Machinery at work whatever bureaucracy manages it is way over my pay grade but there is a system in place for managing the worst of the worst I'm not talking ghosts either none of the examples I've given so far would be candidates sounds messed up I know scrub the blood scrape the brains pick the shock and pellets out of the plaster if the next family who move in have to
(10:25) contend with the ghosts of a few clumsy methods or disgruntled former owners well so be it no for a place to be deemed and no go it has to be Beyond recovery and an active threat to life I'm talking factories with bottomless holes that pump out enough radiation the government has to build a nuclear dump site just to make a convincing cover although that is a bit of an extreme example most of the time we just blame it on Raiden or meth fumes and condemn it at this one place a farmhouse where a family of five had lived for nearly 60
(11:08) years by the time I got there the kids were adults and the parents had been dead for a while the children had resisted selling the family home tried to keep up with the payments but they had their own debts and in the end the bank got its pound of Flesh at a glance the house didn't look too bad bit run down sure but my standards are low crack then low windows are intact no graffiti roof hadn't been stripped satellite dish was still up from where I sat in my car gulping down a lukewarm bottle of water that had
(11:49) spent the drive tumbling around the passenger foot well the house was relatively Untouched by anything except nature and time something about that gave me pause shame I didn't listen to The Good Feeling telling me it was all sorts of weird that an isolated house had gone undecade for so long I grabbed the keys the sheriff had given me and went inside hoping for an easy gig three hours later and I was crawling out a kitchen window I'd smashed the shirt and skin on my back cut to ribbons I stumbled to my car chess near bursting
(12:30) from the pounding of my heart and my eyes fixed on the empty window frame I just escaped a lone figure barely visible with a bright sun in my eyes but still too substantial to be a mere ghost my wings were a testament to that once the doctor had finished patching me up I sat in the waiting room and tried calling the former owners the siblings one after the other I wanted to know what had attacked me if anyone knew what I was walking into there'd be hell to pay if so the oldest son was the first to enter I didn't go all in straight away
(13:18) I asked probing questions took my time before I mentioned the basement the guy laughed when I brought it up told me he hated going down there as a kid because he'd heard the weirdest noises like someone moaning they all thought a ghost lived down there in the dark and to keep them from hurting themselves or playing around with stuff they shouldn't their father had embellished this ghost given it a name Marion lived in the basement hiding amongst the crates of old photos and clothes she lurked behind the half disassembled
(13:55) lawnmower scoffing away to the dark places at the very edge of your eyesight Marion had long fingernails and a Haggard flower sack dress she had dark lips and a pointed nose and a wart the size of your thumb Marion eight children their dad had told them with Glee and if Marion knew there were three bite-sized kids living just above her she'd come out of the basement and come crawling up the stairs with arms as long as a body and she'd slink away into the bedrooms using the Shadows cover and she'd start
(14:30) by taking tiny little bites out of any bare feet that laid dangling in the cold what about a freezer did you ever use it I asked oh God no he said even now that basement gives me the creeps and that freezer was where Marion lived oh so he figured his kids so we stayed the hell away from it it was just always there in the back looking old and forgotten I think Dad used to go hunting when we were little and that's where he kept the meat but he phased all that out before I turned five he seemed so sincere that I didn't tell
(15:12) him what I'd found at that house at the end of my inspection he didn't know that behind that freezer was a false wall and behind that false wall basement number two homemade God knows how the father Managed IT with no one noticing but he dug it out and made a private soundproof space hollowed out a room about the size your typical jail cell the furniture was threadbare deliberately so a single mattress propped up against one wall an iron shackle bolted into the foundation a dentist chair modified with restraints
(15:55) and a stain a vague Rorschach blob of ancient Browns enormous greens that pulled outwards from a patch in the corner it had texture I knew that stain I'd seen it before residue Left Behind after the professionals have finished peeling her desiccated corpse off a hard surface first I assumed someone had moved the source of that stain they were even footprints but they didn't look right something about them made me queasy they'd not been left in the residue they were made of it something or someone covered in that
(16:43) stuff had been stomping around down there until that moment the inspection had been mundane and boring but it is an everyday you stumble across a hidden dungeon now I was suddenly presented with a hell of a family secret and one that didn't quite make sense I stood there for a good minute trying to make the piece of that puzzle fit had someone moved the corpse and got them covered in rotten flesh then walked around leaving the trail if so why the hell had they done it barefoot and why not clean up afterwards
(17:23) and how had they been so clumsy yet so clean as well there were no drag marks I took another look of those prints and something inside my gut soured small feet a woman's we all know this story don't make me go over it basement out in the middle of nowhere restraints a family man that no one suspects he'd hunted all right sicko so who had died in that basement and who had left those prints not all of them were on the floor either with an increasingly shaky hand I tracked a few to the wall where they mounted the vertical surface and
(18:15) continue upwards and onto the ceiling just like that a cold sweat gathered on the back of my neck in a powerful sense of The Uncanny ran over me like icy water somewhere overhead the wind blew and the bowls of trees groaned in the yard sounds of another world I could see it in my mind up there not far away my car sitting in the shade those images felt like they belonged to another world though I desperately wanted to rejoin it to leave this squalid little hole behind all I had to do was walk out of that basement and make it for my car
(19:02) only I wasn't so sure I wanted to move at all felt like I might break something brittle the notion that the creeping dread I felt was all in my head a product of an overactive imagination nothing more and yet I got this feeling that if I tried to run the nightmare would spill out into the real world and give Chase I even tried telling myself I didn't know what happened in that room not for sure it could have been a game when played between him and the wife but then I looked at the chair again at the cracked and frayed leather of
(19:48) ancient straps there were teeth marks on some of them I took a deep breath and regained control of my legs unless I saw something alive down there I had to assume I really was alone so I turned and began to walk eyes forward mine steeled against the Myriad of little groans and creaks that felt as if they followed me going from Shadow to shadow I couldn't stop myself from filling in the blanks of that basement's history even as I told myself to stop maybe she died first maybe he did maybe he got bored and lifted the starve
(20:32) or maybe he nearly got caught and decided to put an end to it all maybe she snuck something sharp and did it herself but she died for sure and she stayed dead a long time at least a couple of months for the kind of liquefaction she lost a lot of cohesion so skin muscle blood like the plug of mold that forms on top of Forgotten coffee I could see it in my head I Collapse the claymation time lapse a riot of colors only somehow the natural cycle broke she didn't go away completely and no one came to take her away
(21:13) those were her prints on the floor and walls and ceiling weren't they she laid down she died and then somehow she got back up by the time I reached the top of the basement steps I'd scared myself so bad that sweat was pouring off me so far the only things I'd seen on my way were just old boxes and crates and ancient bits of crap weed whackers and leaf blowers with cobwebs and defunct logos fading away but that didn't mean I was alone there was something wrong with that place I could feel it a radiant heat a
(22:02) palpable Aura of hatred even in the absence of anything seemingly real it was so bad that as I opened the door I actually felt a moment of childlike relief a little like how you might feel racing back to bed after going to the toilet in the middle of the night convinced some ghosts was just inches behind you I laughed and something cold and hard wrapped around my ankle a hand had reached up between the slats of the stairs like it was reaching straight out of the world of make-belief and into this one where things are real
(22:45) I stared down heartbeat like thunder in my ears and slowly began to process what I was seeing in bits and pieces first was the hand gnarled black like a badly sketched Shadow visible only because it caught the light coming through the open door and then beneath it in the shadow a face like a skull wrapped in a garbage bag the plastic pulled tight so you could see the suffocating outline of empty eyes and a gaping mouth I'd expected something wetter something straight out of a bad horror movie in reality whatever was in that basement
(23:30) had undergone a strange transformation I have never saw it in parts so I can't say for sure what all of it was like but it sure as hell didn't look like a ghost or a corpse or anything else I'd ever seen or thought I'd seen in Life or movies it looked like a monster the real deal and I reacted like a child seeing the boogeyman I made some weird half muffled groan of fear and ripped my leg away so quickly that I surprised myself and got free or whatever was hiding under the stairs was quick before I had time to take another step
(24:15) it had left its Hiding Place climbed the stairs and was already driving me to the ground the last thing I saw before my chin smashed into the kitchen floor was that Marion really did wear a flower sack dress at the time the strange detail passed over me without notice but in hindsight the fact that the sun would later recount that particular item of clothing convinced me his father had been the man responsible for that hidden basement it wasn't like it had been waiting undiscovered when the family moved in
(24:51) and on top of that the father must have been a real piece of crap to inject that sort of sickening detail into a story he told his kids it likely done it so if his prisoner ever escaped and his kid saw her the first instinct would be to scream for their lives and run I didn't know any of this at the time of course I'd only vague Notions of what it attacked me something hateful for sure something that had died in that awful room and come back to life God she was so angry she pinned me knelt at my back and
(25:33) howled like a banshee that had been hit by a car I was terrified of the sound and the feeling of helplessness and the realization this was a nightmare I couldn't wake up from she went to work on my back with fingers I couldn't see but could feel as white heart tattoo needle pain it lasted only a few seconds the agony was enough to send me to spasms that knocked her off and onto the floor the tiny moment of Freedom was all I needed I crawled to my feet and jumped headfirst out the nearest window I didn't give a damn about any Cuts I
(26:14) might acquire if you could have felt what I felt you wouldn't have either these weren't scratches doctors compared my wounds to those left by box jellyfish the kind of thing that causes muscles beneath the wilt and wither after a million hypodermic needles have turned the flesh into porous sponge I had to get skin grafts I had to get rid of my car because they couldn't scrub what I'd left in my skin from the leather seats even now my back looks like I got run over by a mower still hurts when I put my top on each
(26:53) morning somehow they're not even the worse than my wounds just the biggest the most visible at least those scars made it easy to convince the bank not to sell normally it takes a lot of effort but they took one lock at the doctor's reports and agreed to condemn it thoroughly pass the land onto whatever strange governmental department handles this kind of thing that particular house had been left to crumble no piece of paper or deed or mortgage payment is taking it back from Marion we can only shut it off the land is fenced and every window has
(27:39) been slapped with so many toxic gas signs that I can only hope no one else is stupid enough to ever go back inside looking back I really should have listened to my instincts squatters don't leave a place alone without good reason [Music]