A story of a sleepover filled with nightmares.
Written by Jacey Crawford Williams
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I'm margo cyber it and I have a store. I want to tell you story of sleep over filled with nightmares, sir, oh gather round and listen close, the Am I the asshole for not letting my preteen daughter go to sleep over she's ever been allowed to spend the night away from home, but she's never really objected to the rule. Until recently, when she was invited to her best friends, thirteenth birthday slumber party now he's furious at me and calling me over protective
I know it seems unfair and I hate being the strict mom but sleepily. As you are aware, I draw the line I guess to really understand where I'm coming from you're going to need the whole story, and means time travelling all the way back to night. Nineteen. Ninety nine, It was the summer before seventh grade and there was a new girl on the block. Amelia She and her parents had just moved into the neighbourhood a few. How
this down in a huge french style cottage, which I always called my dream house, honestly, that home needed its own two page spread and better homes and gardens a friendly pale green door and matching shutters cream, colored, exterior and decorated, with spurts of ivy, to show that it all had stood the test of time. It was a masterpiece and I was more than a bit jealous to learn this new girl got at first, so that summer I made it my mission to befriend her the plan was. I feel it is therefore, with her get close. A man
entry to the house of my dreams and make my home away from home as far as ways to spend a summer. This was one of my less chaotic question, so it was only green light by my mom, but the mission was moving much quicker than I had expected Amelia and I had only hung out a few times at the neighbourhood poor. When my wish came true, she invited me over to her house, but not for any all. Hang out she
If I wanted to have a sleep over, of course, I generally agree. I spent the rest of that afternoon packing everything I needed. My curious pajamas attack of cards, all my mom's nail polish and just enough of her make out that she wouldn't know what was missing when the clock struck. Six grabbed my over pack duffel bag headed out the door and walked the tenth of a mile to my dream house just as I was reaching for the door bell? one I was jovially greeted by Amelia didn't she was dressed in what looked to be one of her moms work pants. I think, nineteenth century butler was look. She was going for. She asked take my hat and coat button. was the middle of summer. I didn't have either and handed her. My head band and sparkly vest instead, as
walked inside. I got goosebumps at first, I it was out of excitement, but looking back I think some small part of me knew something wasn't right. Something fell off, but whatever uneasiness, I felt, was immediately drowned out by the five little words I've been longing to here. Would you like a tour amelia asked anne? was the easiest. Yes, I've ever given I felt like. I was touring a museum If the museum were somewhat of a maze the ceilings were at least twelve foot, maybe more and the whole house, was tied together with a blue shag carpet that made every step feel like I was a character in seventy six. Come my favorite feature, though was that each room had it
own chandelier catch in the living room, even the bathroom, even amelia s bedroom, just as I had always hoped. The house was the perfect balance between cottage and castle halfway through We took a pit stop in the study, which is where I met her parents for the first time, MR and MRS Anderson, we shared introductions and then continued on our way. Final stop owner tour western basement admission. the Amelia wasn't even going to walk me through it, since it was unfinished and mostly used for storage, but I pushed her. The only thing that could have made my dream house. Any better was a creepy basement. And I wanted more than anything to see it after a bit of a healthy peer pressure, She agreed to show me on one condition:
I had to promise, I wouldn't tell her parents- and that was the second easiest. Yes, I've ever given The staircase was creaky as any good speed. the basement stairs should be We got down there. I was a bit disappointed. Everything was quiet, no mysterious dripping noises note screams of tortured souls captured within the sellers walls, nothing a single naked light bulb did its best to illuminate the whole room, which was bed of a northern ized mass on ten of unpacked boxes were neatly and meticulously stacked in one corner. While another was piled with tacky christmas decorations, just waiting for their time to shine Meanwhile, the ceiling was home to a few dozen spiders stringing, a heavy wreath of cobwebs, but what really cool
My eye in the back of the basement in this corner sat a big creepy locker. I guess. it was the size of a large gun safe, but it really, looked more like one of the lockers we had at school. That is if our schools Ferris had been designed by the feds to hold topsecret war documents? This was sturdy and they looked old to like it had a story to tell. When amelia saw me eyeing the mysterious fault she stopped and let her nervous laugh. She told me giant locker was there when they move then, and that they try with all their might to open it. the door, was sealed shot with a lock like you find on a safe and an open spooky. Occur in the back of a spooky baseman. Aren't you kidding me, that's ever twelve year old dream, I begged me
oh yeah, to let me try to open it. I remain did her, that I subscribe to none other than the safe cracker magazine and had picked up a few tricks. I could maybe cracker, but I can tell She was getting antsy, we were even support, to be town there in the first place and her pair. we sure to come looking for us at any moment, so Instead, we looked at the steps we made a bee line for the living room couch, I'm just in time to write as we sat down, emilius mom walked in she said She'd been looking for us and asked to speak with me. Just me immediately. I was nervous I thought for sure I was gonna, get chewed out by some woman. I barely knew for sneaking through her house, but when His anderson pulled me into the kitchen she was smiling she thanked me. befriending Amelia she's
their family moved around a lot because of MR andersson work and that Amelia had always struggled with making new friends. I guess this said the fastest she'd ever made one before if it here been for that heart to heart. With MRS anderson, it probably would have bailed mid sleep over because started to get weird with Amelia pretty quickly after our kitchen talk, I returned to the living room, but, as I did I noticed Amelia was gone. I thought maybe I had on into the wrong room at first, the how was amazed after all, but then I saw my four bag sitting on the couch- and I knew was the right room, and that's when I saw it on couch next to my bag with something bread. It was on the back of the couch two and looked almost like a trail of blood. I fall
did through the living room into the four year and then into the bathroom where I found Amelia. She was lying face down on the floor blood. Pooled around her. I yelled her name then rushed to her side and frantically turned her over. I placed her head in my lap. Her eyes were shut and her face was covered in red. I burst into tears and tried shouting for her parents, but then she smiled all at once. Emilia opened her eyes, sat up and started tackling even she gig and told me I was so gullible at the allied, wasn't even real. It was just concoction of corn and chocolate sirop unread food colouring for a first sleep over, I thought it was over the top
but when the immediate shock of finding a dead person laughing wore off, I started laughing too. but it was an anxious, laugh after that debacle. I want it so badly to leave more so in mrs andreassen, meda scrub, the carpet cleaning fake blood, but I I give Amelia another chance. Once we finished cleaning the floors orphan Annie style. I showed her what I brought in my duffel bag makeup. Nail polish cards. Everything a twelve year old could ever one but Amelia said she was an interested in any of that. She just wanted to watch horror movies which, as as it sounds, was fine with me because it meant I didn't have to have a conversation with her, so He watched one and then another
in another and then halfway through screen to she fell asleep. Who falls asleep? I tried nudging her away, so she didn't miss the envy ass. She was. I thought I had my maple foment a meal was asleep which meant that basement locker less unguarded, so why it s a mouse cracked across the house and down the creaking stairs once at the bottom. I whipped out my key chain flashlight shining, a light on the steel locker. I took a deep breath. shuffled over to the vault to assess the situation. My delight: the site. It was a simple group to mechanical lock child's play. So I thought turns out red
about safe cracking is much easier than you know. actually doing it, but after won t long minutes and does I was about to throw in the towel. I heard the click the noise every amateur, safe, cracker longs to hear now. All I had to do was open. The door heart was racing faster than it ever had and for a moment I froze as all the possibilities flung through my mind, what could be inside bats guns, a cost or be this was the davy jones locker everyone was always talking about. abilities were endless, but as a man initiative, as I was. I was twelve years old, and so nothing could have Appeared me for what I was about to see. I took a deep breath
married. My flashlight opened the inside there were no medieval weapons nor topsecret, f b. I found Else just giant plastic bags, but when I looked a little bit closer all the blood trained from my face vacuum sealed inside plastic bags were the motionless bodies of three girls. At first I only saw their hair red and brown and blonde highlighted against pale skin had to be younger than I was, and they looked so cold as I stood there in the dark staring at the stiffly packed corpses. Sheer terror was coursing through my veins. Then lights turned on and I was no longer alone a soft breathy voice.
woke right behind me and said, he family friends. It took Every bit of strange, I had in me to turn around and face her emilius to see grin stretched from ear to ear. I didn't know what to do whether to run or scream, but my vocal cords had been scared to silence and my feet. Cemented to the ground.
Some small part of me clung to the hope that this was all just a sick joke another one of her insensitive pranks, but that hope was short lived, smiling like a mannequin, Amelia cocked, her head, I told mommy and daddy, I didn't know I was done collecting. I was a big girl now, but then I met you and that's when I knew I had to get out of that house right then, and there or I wasn't making it out at all. So I'm pretending, like I hadn't, just heard mrs crazy talk. I smiled at Amelia and told her. I just remembered I needed to get home. Her smile dropped to a blank stare to go. If you try I'll tell my parents,
at the moment. I don't know what came over me. It was superhuman courage, like I've, never felt I stared death square in the face as soon as she doubled over I made my escape the pastor and up the stairs. My heart was beating out of my chest, but I ran I ran. I knew I'd be pressed to find a door in a maze of a house, and I just stumbling right behind so I pried open the first window I found in the tiny opening, as I dropped from the window, landed in a massive shrub where one of the branches caught my next stop. I heard amelia shouting my name, her voice getting closer and closer, as I struggled with the bush just when it sounded like she was right on top of me, maybe even close enough to be peering out the window. My necklace to thank god for cheap mall jewelry, finally, like a bolt of lightning that I sprinted all the way home and didn't look back. I just survived.
You'll live horror movie. I reached my house, I burst through the back door and ran to my parents room. I welcome both up and threw my tears and hyper ventilating. I try to recount to them. What I just experienced at the end of my ramblings. As my blurry vision cleared of tears, I looked at my parents. should have exhibiting shock or confusion. They looked annoyed, couldn't believe their reaction. So then I blurted out that we had to call the police right now into that my mom, let out a sigh and said we couldn't fallen, the police over a nightmare my stomach dropped. My own parents didn't believe me. They molly thought I was just homesick or freaked out over a spooky movie, but honestly didn't argue because after hearing myself for count it all out loud, even I had trouble believing me.
I mean it was true. We had one so many scary movies, just before going to bed, was possible. I was dreaming after that retreated to my room and tried to get some sleep but I lay awake eyes peeled for anyone coming to their collection of friends. by noon? The next day I had driven myself mad thinking about Amelia and her locker, had to know the truth, in a brief moment of confidence and maybe utter stupidity. I mark. down the street door, the nightmare house. When I arrived, I notice there were no cars in the driveway carefully. I peered in a window and to my complete surprise. The house looked totally empty, like now,
furniture, no paintings, nothing, my stomach sunk, even deeper. Was it all a dream, the fleet, offer Amelia her entire family. It couldn't have been I was still missing my duffel bag. Seven. Where did everyone go just now? I saw something twinkle in the bushes, so many emotions rushed through my body. Fear panic, maybe even a bit of relief. Knowing I wasn't totally mad, it was my necklace. I never saw Amelia again over the years, I've run through several theories on what could have happened entire family could just disappear overnight, and the only thing
that even sort of makes sense is that they fled like a bad out of Hell. They picked up everything and laughed Well, every day since that terrible summer, I've watched the news like a hawk and now, every time I hear about a missing girl, I wonder if it's possible, if maybe Amelia, just added one more friend to her collection. So Call me crazy, but I dont know my daughter having a similar experience, I have even hold her this story before- to try to explain my side of things, but just like my parents, she doesn't believe me, but I don't care. I dont mean her to believe me, I just need her to be safe, so all the readers that made it this far
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