Sometimes, the line between our world and the world of darkness is thinner than we realize. In moments of weakness or curiosity, we may unknowingly draw the attention of evil forces we don't understand. Some people have seen the devil’s mark, felt the heat of hellfire, or stood too close to a curse that never fades. It’s all a warning that some doors should never be opened, or it will be to your own detriment. First, dreams that invite the devil. Followed by embers of revenge. Finally in our last story, the cost of freedom. Subscribe: https://bit.ly/subSNARLED Watch the latest: https://youtube.com/watch?playlist&list=PLlt49G0M7dfhhFe79kdPucjYzWv4CK8H1&index=1 Follow us EVERYWHERE: https://facebook.com/watchsomethingscary/ https://facebook.com/getsnarled/ https://instagram.com/wearesnarled/ https://twitter.com/wearesnarled Follow Blair: TikTok: https://tiktok.com/@blairbathory Instagram: https://instagram.com/blairbathory/ Facebook: https://facebook.com/blairbathory1 Twitter: https://twitter.com/blairbathory Pinterest: https://pinterest.com/BlairBathory About SNARLED: Your home for scary stories, from urban legends to true tales of murder, mystery and the unknown. If you have Something Scary to tell us, send it to [email protected]. More about the show! • Go to SomethingScary.com to check out the awesome Something Scary Merch. We’ve got something for everyone, from hoodies to hats to writer’s notebooks. • Do you want to connect with other people who love horror and all things Something Scary? Join our Patreon and you get members only access to our Discord. And you can chat with all the other horror lovers. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
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Hi, witches. I'm Blair Bathory, and this is the Something Scary podcast. Thank you so much for being here, whether this is your first time or you're one of the brave souls who join us every week. Sometimes the line between our world and the world of darkness is thinner than we realize. In moments of weakness or curiosity, we may unknowingly draw the attention of evil forces we don't understand.
It's all a warning that some doors should never open, or it could all be to your own detriment. First, dreams that invite the devil, followed by embers of revenge. Finally, in our last story, the cost of freedom. So, wanna hear something scary? The Devil's Arrival Sometimes the devil doesn't knock on your door, he slips into your dreams. Like in this story inspired by Justine. Hello there.
My name's Justine, and this is a story that's haunted my nana, my mom, and now me. No one else knows about it, but I finally found the courage to share it with you. I've always been a night owl. Most nights, you'll find me on my laptop or chatting with my girlfriend, Kate. But one night, I fell asleep early, something which is rare for me.
My dreams are usually weird, like flying through the air holding a dog, but this one started off differently. my family and I, along with Kate, were driving to some unknown place. The scenery was beautiful, full of lush, green, and tall trees surrounding a small, cheerful town. After settling into a cozy hotel, Kate and I decided to explore.
At some point, I turned around and I realized she wasn't with me anymore. I was alone on a street corner. I wandered into this abandoned building with dark black walls, a pale gray door, and bright windows lining the walls. As I moved toward a window to look outside, I felt someone behind me. I turned around and saw them, a man and a woman, both giving off the creepiest, most unsettling vibes.
The woman was average height, dressed in a short black dress, her long black hair obscuring her face. The man wore a black suit towering over her. His face, I could see it, but it was like my brain refused to remember the details. I turned back to the window to call for help, but suddenly I was outside again. The rest of the trip was a nightmare. Our car got hit. We got lost.
My family fought over everything. And through it all, the man was there, getting closer to me each time. No matter where I went, I couldn't shake him. Then, after one particularly bad incident, I turned around, and there he was, right in front of me. The aura of evil surrounding him was suffocating. I couldn't breathe, couldn't move. That's when I woke up. Shaking, I grabbed my phone.
It was 3.26 a.m. I set it down, brushed off the dream, and went back to sleep. But the nightmare didn't end. This time, I was back in my apartment. I was sitting on the couch watching TV when my mom called me from the kitchen. She asked me to grab something from her room. Her door is by the bathroom, so I said, "'Sure.'" But halfway there, I forgot what she wanted and went back to ask.
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