Let's Not Meet: A True Horror Podcast - Wednesday One-Shot: Don't Answer the Door
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Welcome to Wednesday One Shot, the series where we share a bonus story with you to help
you get through that midweek slump.
This week we have a story by a listener named Jam.
This happened when I was 11 years old.
I was living in a house with my family, and our backyard was right beside a community
basketball court and an elementary school.
At that time, a rumor spread about some prisoners who had escaped from a facility in a nearby
city.
Apparently, after they successfully escaped, they separated and scattered themselves everywhere.
We heard different versions of the story, but neglected it overall since we were so far away
from where this escape took place. People who lived in our area were afraid of the
prisoners coming to our area since they had been so hard to spot due to all of the forests
and abandoned lands around us.
During this time, kids were fetched from school and told to stay inside.
Since we lived near my school, my cousin and I were expected to hurry home.
We usually went to our grandparents' house, but it was under renovation.
We had another house, right next door, so we were all at the house next to theirs.
When we got home from school, my grandma and uncle left to go to the market to buy some
groceries.
I was left at home with my five cousins and two of my aunts, one of whom was pregnant.
I was folding clothes at the house under renovation when I heard a motorcycle approaching the front
gate.
I thought that it
was probably one of my other aunts dropping by to visit. My aunt Mary, who was pregnant,
called me and told me to come back to the other house since Aunt Jill was there. I went
over and greeted her. At this time, my grandma and uncle had returned with a bunch of food
and stuff, so I helped them bring in everything
that they bought.
During summer, my aunt Monica mentioned the prisoners that had escaped.
That's when Aunt Mary shared that she kept hearing, whispering, as she was cooking our
dinner.
She brushed it off and thought that it was a distant noise from the community basketball
court that we lived next to. She just ignored it.
Minutes passed, and she heard someone, still whispering, calling out, psst, psst, dear.
Assuming it was my grandpa, she looked up into the backyard, and realized he wasn't there.
So she finished making dinner fast
without mentioning anything about it to us.
After that, we were done with dinner
and Aunt Jill left with her daughter.
Aunt Mary and I were preparing for bed.
As we were doing this,
Aunt Mary heard someone calling out,
psst, psst, dear, again.
At first, she thought that it was Aunt Monica, or maybe the TV.
She told Monica to turn the TV off and lock the gate and the main door.
Seconds later, Aunt Monica came into the room with a look of fear plastered on her face.
We asked her what happened, and she said that somebody was trying to open the door.
I said, maybe it was Grandpa coming home drunk
since he took off for a bit right after dinner.
The three of us went into the living room
and we heard somebody pushing on the door.
To make sure that it wasn't Grandpa,
we called his name out.
To our horror, whoever was on the other side of the door
did not respond.
Instead, the pushing continued,
now accompanied by loud banging.
Whoever this was clearly didn't have good intentions.
I thought to myself, no one's going to get hurt tonight
and immediately started gathering
everyone that was home into the room
that we had with the most locks on the door.
My aunts called everyone they possibly could call
on their cell phones.
We all shouted at our neighbors. We said that we needed help. My aunts called everyone they possibly could call on their cell phones.
We all shouted at our neighbors.
We said that we needed help.
Thankfully, our neighbors did hear us, and the men that lived around us, searched our
backyard.
They saw somebody running towards the basketball court, and we heard them chase whoever was
running.
I tried my best to stay calm while calming Aunt Mary, since I didn't want her to stress out with her
unborn child. One of the uncles finally answered their phone and said that he was coming right away.
When my uncle arrived, we heard a lot of commotion outside. My grandma said that the headlights
from my uncle's vehicle illuminated the guy who had run away from my neighbors. He was coming out of the
elementary school. One of the neighbors fired his gun and managed to shoot the guy's left
foot, but he still managed to run away from the school and into the forest.
There were traces of blood on the road, but the blood trails stopped at the forest line,
and they decided not to enter the forest since it could be too dangerous.
The men took turns standing guard over our house.
Thankfully, we were able to sleep after this.
When morning came, we went over to Aunt Jill's and told her about everything that happened.
We reported it to the police, but they couldn't find the man or anything.
Luckily, nothing like this has happened since, and we're now living peacefully in our
safe home. Luckily, nothing like this has happened since, and we're now living peacefully in our safe
home.
To the guy who tried to get into our house, next time we'll make sure that you are unable
to escape into the forest un-injured.
Also, let's not meet ever again.
Thank you for listening, and thank you to Jam for sharing that story.
If you have a story to share, make sure you send it over to Let's Not Meet
Stories at gmail.com. We'll see you all next week for a full episode of Let's Not Meet, you.
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