My name is Andrew Tate and this is season 4 episode 2 of Let's Not Meet a True Horror Podcast.

This happened to me about two years ago and my second year at university.

I was 20. For context, I'm French so if anything's weird about how I describe my university experience, that's why.

At the time, I lived in a government-owned apartment building on the third floor.

My direct neighbor was my younger sister who was studying in the same university as I was.

One other thing that's important to the story is that I'm disabled.

My right leg is useless after an accident when I was 13 and I suffer from debilitating chronic pain to the degree that it keeps me bedridden and nonverbal unless I take a twice a day dosage of my prescribed morphine.

All of that is important. Bear with me.

When I take my medication, I'm able to leave my bed. On the worst days, I have to use either a wheelchair or a cane to get around.

Isn't it great that we live on the third floor of a building with no elevator? On top of that, as you might have guessed, morphine is a very strong pain medication.

It screws with your visual and hearing perception. It makes you sleepy and dizzy. It lessens your reflexes, numbs your nervous system and makes you paranoid.

You get the idea. At the time, I had only been taking morphine for less than six months. After 10 years of various other pain medications, and I was dealing with the side effects and full force. Most of them are now gone though.

So for me, that meant mainly auditory hallucinations, sleepiness, dizziness, and bad reflexes. At that point, I had gotten used to hearing stuff that wasn't there, mostly clapping noises, clicking noises, small things, ultimately.

I never hallucinated human voices, though. That night, I had gone out to the center of the city to meet with my friends.

This was a rare occasion for me, and I do mean rare. I didn't go out more than once every two months or so. And my friends understood, blessed them. They understood perfectly.

Morphine means no drinking, so that half of the fun of going out to the bar is removed from the start.

Despite the very useful nature of the meds, I was still and still am in a tremendous amount of pain, if I stand for more than a couple of minutes.

And I was sure to do a lot of that at the bar, plus walking back from the bus stop to my building. It was about a five minute walk, but I went anyway.

For a few days, there had been rumors going around about a group that was going around kidnapping people from a university.

From memory, two girls had disappeared already, and it was suspected that a blue van was the vehicle being used.

Those reports were circulating on our majors group, and the university's group as well, about the same details each time.

But my friends and I were skeptical, mostly, about the blue van, because we didn't believe the van would still be running around if the information had spread enough that we were hearing about it on Facebook.

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