A Vampire Cult Broke Into Their Home… Then the Screaming Started
Scary Horror Stories by Dr. NoSleep
Dr. NoSleep Studios
4.7 • 3.3K Ratings
🗓️ 4 May 2026
⏱️ 23 minutes
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| 0:00.0 | Want to hear brand new horror stories brought to life, live? |
| 0:04.1 | Join me every Sunday at 7 p.m. Eastern Time on the Dr. No Sleep podcast YouTube channel, |
| 0:09.4 | where I narrate fresh, never before heard stories in real time. |
| 0:13.2 | Just search Doctor No Sleep podcast on YouTube and make sure you're subscribed with notifications on so you don't miss it. |
| 0:22.6 | Dr. N to nicely. Talk to nicely. |
| 0:24.6 | How about this one? |
| 0:32.6 | Wayne asked from the driver's seat of the 10-year-old 1997 Volvo 850. Mark, sitting in the front seat next to Wayne, |
| 0:41.1 | leaned forward and peered out the driver's side window at the house with the long driveway. |
| 0:46.1 | Lars and I, both sitting in the back, also studied the house from the idling car. |
| 0:51.9 | The two-story structure sat on a large lot at the top of a low hill, separated from its |
| 0:56.9 | neighbors by stretches of well-tended grass, tall, privacy trees, and a brick fence. |
| 1:03.1 | In the early morning darkness, the front porch light shone down on perfectly square evergreen |
| 1:07.8 | hedges flanking the brick steps. |
| 1:10.0 | The driveway curved to a garage |
| 1:11.6 | around back. It was just what we were looking for. |
| 1:14.6 | Looks good to me, Mark said, glancing back at me with a smile. The 18-year-old had thin black |
| 1:21.6 | hair and a high forehead dotted with acne. A whisper of a mustache clung to his upper lip, |
| 1:26.6 | which always seemed to be lifted, resulting |
| 1:30.4 | in something halfway between a smile and a sneer. Taking my cue from him, I looked back at |
| 1:36.5 | the house. Fucking rich pricks. Probably plenty of jewelry in there. Maybe even a flat screen TV. |
| 1:43.8 | Wayne looked at me in the rearview mirror. |
| 1:46.1 | His light brown hair was buzzed close, his pale face greasy in the car's warmth. I met his gaze. |
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