It Wants To Hurt Us
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Who is the narrator and what is the premise of the episode?
G'day mates, it's BBuster here. And before the episode begins, I would just like to let you know that Be Scared, which is produced along with Studio 71, features scary stories from around the globe on a weekly basis that aim to fuel your nightmares with a smile. And if you enjoy the podcast, it would be great if you could hit that subscribe button and drop a review. But thanks for listening guys, and without further ado, let's begin.
I'm twenty one and a uni student, living in an old multi story house in the suburbs of Nottingham. Looking back. My childhood here was full of weird habits that my mum always blamed on night terrors. She used to tell me that she'd find me standing completely stiff in the dark at three in the morning, my face just inches from the wall, having full quiet conversations with the bear plaster. But as I got older, the things happening in the house became impossible to explain. The worst spot has always been the basement. Ever since I was a little kid, I've had a gut level hatred of going down there. The air always felt incredibly heavy and metallic, enough to make me instantly sick to my stomach every time, and
Heavy tools and wood scraps left flat on the workbenches will constantly move on their own and thud onto the concrete floor when everything else is completely still. Out of the corner of my eye, I'd always catch these fast dark shapes darting across the doorway of the boiler room and But whenever I whipped my head around to look, The space was always completely empty. The physical stuff started ramping up though when I was a teenager. I was sitting on the living room sofa with a friend one day when I felt a sharp hard yank on my hair, like somebody had grabbed a few strands and explicitly pulled them upward. I spun around instantly, but the sofa was pushed flat against a solid brick wall. The weird thing though was that it wasn't even an inch of space for someone to be hiding there.
At the same time we kept seeing this incredibly tall dark shadow around the house. For years I tried to convince myself too that it was just a weird optical illusion from the street lights outside. But the shape was always exactly the same. The first time that I saw it clearly, I was about seventeen. I was lying awake at night and looked out of my open bedroom door toward the landing and And standing, right against the guest room frame, was a massive pitch black silhouette. It was so impossibly tall and gaunt that its upper body had to bend at a sharp and unnatural angle just to fit under the ceiling. When I told my dad about the weird shape the next morning, His usual practical no nonsense attitude completely dropped
He's a total skeptic who doesn't believe in anything paranormal. But even he went totally pale, and admitted that he'd seen the exact same giant silhouette in that exact same corridor three months earlier. Things started getting a lot more aggressive after that too. One winter night I walked into my dark bedroom and saw a low, dark shape with what looked like multiple limbs scramble across the carpet. Thinking it was one of our German shepherds, I watched it head straight under the carpet, and But the gap between the base of the bed and the floor is less than six inches. And I mean, there's just no physical way that a big dog could fit under there.
How did the narrator’s childhood night terrors evolve into basement hauntings?
When I called out, both of our dogs came trotting up the stairs from the kitchen downstairs, completely clueless. The scariest thing though well, that happened two winters ago when my sister and I were home alone and is why I'm here. She came into the kitchen shaking, and she said that she could hear heavy footsteps on the floorboards right by the bottom of the stairs. I went out into the hallway with her to listen, huh? The sound was unmistakable, and Heavy, solid boots were stomping up the wooden stairs one by one, making the drywall vibrate We thought that we were dealing with a violent home invasion at first, so I grabbed a chef's knife from the counter and we ran into the small family bathroom and locked ourselves inside.
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Chapters
6 chapters
1
Who is the narrator and what is the premise of the episode?
0:00–3:46
2
How did the narrator’s childhood night terrors evolve into basement hauntings?
3:46–11:48
3
What was the first physical encounter with the entity (hair‑pull and brick wall incident)?
11:48–18:14
4
When did the massive dark silhouette first appear and how did the family react?
18:14–21:01
5
What happened during the terrifying “footsteps in the house” night?
21:01–35:32
6
How did the ghost‑hunting audio app reveal muffled voices and change the house’s atmosphere?
35:32–38:34