Hello, my dark darlings. I'm Markia, and this is the Something Scary podcast.

To our veteran listeners and those just voyaging into the dark with us for the first time, welcome.

Some places may just seem like a dot on a map, but all those dots are living, breathing spaces. Any entity that passes through

somewhere leaves a piece of itself behind. Sometimes that energy is comforting, but other

times it's vengeful and leaves that place corrupted. So be careful and enter at your own risk. First, the true horror story

of taunting footsteps, followed by a most deadly game. Then dead lovers seek retribution.

Finally, in our featured story, a tale of revenge you'll be rooting for.

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And of those, the scariest ones, make it into our podcasts, along with the story that we've

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So, want to hear something scary?

Enter at your own risk.

When moving into a new house, there are new things and noises you must get used to.

And perhaps the things in the house must get used to you too. Like in these true events shared by

Paris Ewing and her mother. When I was 14, my family moved into a new house, unfurnished, except for what was

supposed to be my bedroom. Left in that room was an old crib and several faded paintings on the

wall of baby animals. As if that wasn't creepy enough, the room had a tiny door, cut into it about half the size

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