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The thing that keeps me up at night isn't the thought of the creature.

It's the thought of where it came from.

Who's to say this thing didn't crawl up from the caves,

spanning hundreds of miles in every direction,

hidden from civilization, thriving off the ecosystem.

I peeked out the people in the door and watched in horror as these three men came barreling around

the corner frantically looking around for me.

From Killer Podcasts.

True tales of horror, bizarre happenings, unexplainable events.

This is disturbed. Hello and welcome back to the podcast. This week we're bringing you five real stories that will make your skin crawl. So sit back, listen closely, and dive into the horror. Our first story is narrated by Megan Barlack about a woman who encountered the worst kind of horror when you live alone.

Or so you think.

This happened seven and a half years ago, June 23rd, 2016, while I was cleaning out my house. I was renting a house for a year,

and the year was almost up. I wasn't going to be living there the next year, so it was time for me to start cleaning out and moving my stuff to my next place. The house that I had at the time was

fairly small, but it was plenty of space for just me. I lived there by

myself, and I had just finished cleaning out the living room other than some basic furniture,

and I had moved on to start cleaning the kitchen. There were quite a few cabinets, so many that I

didn't use a good number of them. I was looking through some of the ones that I didn't use to make sure

that there was nothing I had in them. One of them I opened up and I saw something in the back

corner. It looked like some type of shirt or rag. I grabbed it and I didn't think it was mine,

but when I moved it, it revealed a small white lever that I could barely see.

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