The Killer Beside You
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What eerie two‑sentence horror story kicks off the episode?
The stranger beside me on the last train kept staring at my reflection in the window. When I finally looked at him, he smiled and said, you should be more worried about the man sitting
behind you. Thank you, Kira, for that two-sentence horror story. And keep sending them in. We love reading these on the podcast. You never really know the person standing beside you, the voice you hear every day, the face you recognize, the neighbor you wave to. Any of them could be hiding something terrible you never imagined. Because sometimes the most terrifying secrets aren't buried in the dark. They're living right next to you. I'm Blair Bathory, and welcome to the Something Scary Podcast. Thanks for joining us as we descend into the darkness together. So,
wanna hear something scary? The
Killer Beside You. Sometimes the most terrifying things aren't the ones we understand. They're the moments we look back on years later and still can't explain. Like in this experience shared by Kata.
I had always been the kind of person people described as idealistic. I was the person who imagined what places would look like before I ever visited them and created entire versions of people in my head before I ever met them. Looking back, I think that's what's part of what drew me to New York City. I had spent years building a picture of it from books, movies, and stories. I imagined late nights walking through the city, meeting interesting people, discovering some version of myself I hadn't found yet. The reality was a little different. I grew up in a small town surrounded by open fields, gravel roads, and people who knew each other's businesses before you even knew your own. At night, things got quiet, really quiet.
Sometimes the loudest thing you could hear was the wind moving through the trees outside my bedroom window. It was peaceful, but it also meant I had no idea what I was walking into. When my acceptance letter came in, I carried it around the house for days. I kept unfolding it and reading it again, like somehow the words might change. My father loaded the last box into the trunk of my old sedan while my mother stood beside him, trying very hard not to cry. Neither of us wanted to admit how big the moment felt. We hugged in the driveway longer than we normally would have. And then I got into the car and drove north, toward the life I had spent years imagining. New York was everything I expected and nothing like I expected.
It was loud. It was overcrowded. Everything seemed to be moving with a purpose I didn't understand. People walked quickly, talked quickly, and somehow always knew exactly where they were going. I did not. I was never what anyone would call street smart. My classmates noticed almost immediately. I would stop in the middle of the sidewalks to look up at buildings. I hesitated before crossing busy intersections. I smiled at strangers, which was apparently something you weren't supposed to do. My parents called almost every night. The conversations always ended with the same reminders. Don't get distracted in parking garages. Keep your bag zipped. If someone makes you uncomfortable, trust yourself. Sit in the busiest subway car.
Never assume crowded means safe. I laughed most of it off. They worried because I was their only daughter and I was hundreds of miles away from home. But I was almost 25 years old. I felt like I knew what I was doing. Besides, nothing happened. For months, nothing happened. Then, one Friday night, I left a friend's birthday party earlier than everyone else. I had class the next morning and didn't want to show up exhausted. It wasn't particularly late and the city still felt alive around me. People were spilling out of bars. Music drifted onto the sidewalks. Taxi horns echoed between buildings. It felt completely normal. The subway station was quieter than I expected. A handful of people waited on the platform, most of them staring at their phones or advertisements above the tracks.
When the train arrived, I stepped into the closest car right before the doors closed. There were only a few other people inside.
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Chapters
8 chapters
1
What eerie two‑sentence horror story kicks off the episode?
0:03–4:42
2
How does Kata’s childhood idealism turn into a terrifying subway encounter?
4:42–7:56
3
What does the trauma surgeon reveal about the mysterious woman on the train?
7:56–12:15
4
How does the family’s investigation uncover hidden notebooks and a secret passage?
12:15–15:23
5
What chilling revelations emerge from the “Truth Candle” game?
15:23–19:43
6
How does Sasha’s disappearance and the candle’s flame expose a deadly secret?
19:43–24:29
7
What final twist ties together the killer beside you and the unseen murderer?
24:29–27:56
8
How does the episode encourage listeners to share their own terrifying experiences?
27:56–31:46