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NO ADS 🛑 2 HOURS of TRUE Scary Stories for Sleep | Gentle Rain Sounds | Black Screen | Vol 22

🌙 2 Hours of True Horror Stories for Sleep | Rain Sounds + Whisper Narration | Black Screen Drift off to 2 hours of unsettling true stories. Whispered narration, rain ambience, black screen. Ad-free and perfect for sleep. Tonight's Stories: Just a Friend Age ten, home alone. Phone rang. Woman's voice. Used my name. Asked how I was. Asked who's calling. "Just a friend." Asked again. Same answer: "Just a friend." Wouldn't say her name. Kept asking if I was okay. Ran to neighbor's house. Tried *69. Number blocked. The Closet That Wouldn't Stay Shut Dad's rental house. Bedroom closet door opened every night. Dad nailed it shut. Next morning: door open, nails on floor. Happened repeatedly. Basement: faint chanting from below dirt floor. Dog refused basement, growled at closet. Mom home alone. Whisper: "Get out of the house." Louder each time. Became shouting. They moved. Dad's friend rented it—lasted less than one month. The Figure in the Living Room Woke up middle of night. Walked to bathroom. Passed living room. Figure standing there. Dark outline. Blinked—faded. Thought half asleep. Next morning told wife. She stared shocked. She saw it too. Same night. Both thought imagining. Wife home alone: knocking. Dog Bentley growling at living room. Empty lasagna box appeared on floor. Had been on oven in kitchen. The Dog Knew Something Husband downstairs, computer. Went to lock front door. Dog Aila growled behind him. Therapy dog, highest obedience title, never aggressive. Snarling at spot behind him. Turned around—nothing there. Dog lunged forward. Snapping teeth at empty air. Barking furiously. Touched her—instantly stopped. Licking him, whining. Never happened again. She's eleven now. Forty-Nine Days Grandfather's funeral, Vietnam. Covered all mirrors—mourning tradition. Dog stared at front door nightly. Tail wagging, barking happily. No one outside. Night I woke: two cloth covers fell off mirrors. Right when I sat up. Cat staring at mirrors. Returned to Texas. Dreamed of grandfather smoking, holding gun. Never knew he smoked—quit before I was born. Veteran. Dreams stopped after forty-nine days. Never saw him again. The Whistling Intruder Age twelve, first night home alone. Parents out until midnight. Playing GameCube downstairs. Footsteps upstairs. Someone walking. Never locked doors. Hid in bathroom. Whistling. Slow, eerie tune. Footsteps down stairs. Whistling louder. Stopped outside bathroom door. Handle turned. Door locked. Footsteps walked away. Front door slammed. Stayed hidden for hours. Parents came home—nothing missing. Grandparents' House Stayed at grandparents. 3:30am: grandmother woke me. "Your grandfather needs help." Garage door opening/closing by itself. Six or seven times. Pull string disconnected—only accessible from inside. Scratches on garage door. Two weeks later: heavy footsteps in kitchen. Stomping toward my room. Stopped at door. Opened door—grandparents asleep in living room. Month later: tall figure walked past doorway. Slammed door. Saw same figure at dad's house. Friend's shed: black blur shot between my legs. Friend saw it too. Ran. The Perfect Surgery Jaw surgery—wired shut. Liquid oxycodone prescribed. Usually took half dose. One night: full tablespoon. Fell asleep. Dream: I was victim and attacker. Felt body being torn apart. Felt hands tearing. Both sensations simultaneously. Red, dark, bone, blood. Endless. Pain mixed with pleasure. Euphoria with horror. Woke up gasping. Drenched in sweat. Heart pounding. Most vivid dream ever. The Smell of Goodbye Great aunt Trinidad. Chain smoker—constant cigarettes. Moved to Canada. November. House filled with cigarette smoke smell. Extremely strong. No one in family smokes. Opened windows—freezing cold. Smell lingered for hours. Next day: smell completely gone. That day: great aunt died. Mom said maybe she stopped by to say goodbye. Strongest childhood memory: cigarette smoke surrounding her. Under the Bed Edinburgh university halls. Door locks broken—reported multiple times. Girl's room, en-suite bathroom. Brushing hair in mirror. Movement under bed. Reflection showed: man lying underneath. Hiding. She pretended didn't see anything. Calmly walked out. Locked door from outside. Called police. Man still under bed. Known rapist. Carrying knife. The Glass House Mountains Age nine, camping with dad. Queensland, Australia. Glass House Mountains. Night: light moving around tent. Circling faster. No footsteps. Dad checked—nothing there. Moved to camper van. Hour later: man standing outside windscreen. Staring at me. Face close to glass. Woke dad—man walked away into darkness. Dad searched—no one. Drove to motel. Dad ran over cane toads leaving area.