The V22 Podcast

My therapist would later say it was all in my head as they usually did just with different words. That; “The mind is a powerful muscle” and how “we can trick ourselves into believing and even feeling things that aren’t there.” They ended up prescribing me benzodiazepines, saying that the stress of moving out and going to school may have been intensifying my condition. My doctor even suggested look...

"Yeah." Rolling her eyes, my roommate scowled. "You're barely at home, Maki. Didn't you get back late? Aren't you tired?" I had to think about that. Was I tired? I felt like shit, sure. My head was pounding and my body ached. But I wasn't tired. Written By: Trash_Tia- https://bit.ly/3CiSLtX  

I sat there in the dark of my office, the quiet of my house, even the television seemed to have gone quiet. I sat there and stared at the image on my computer screen and prayed. Please, God, protect them. He didn’t hear me. Written By: wdalphin- https://bit.ly/3FtzrLl  

"But I'm not afraid of change. I just wish I'd notice it naturally." The orderly shook his head as he left the room. "I don't know what to tell you. But I believe you. I don't think you murdered your mother." Written By: ZacharyAdams- https://bit.ly/33aKnAv  

If you're reading this, chances are I’m dead. I don’t know if the rest of the world is experiencing the same thing, but I pray to god they aren’t. I don’t have a whole lot of time, or the amount of space in this journal, but I’ll try my best to explain. Written By: Old-Boysenberry-3076- https://bit.ly/3225zIg  

Working forty to fifty hours as a convenience store clerk was the extent of my getting out of the house. It was nothing too taxing, aside from standing all day, which I’d gotten used to. From there, I’d make the half-mile trek back to my cheap apartment, walking past various fast-food establishments that would oftentimes provide my dinner. Written By: CB Jones- https://bit.ly/3iUqGkZ  

I'm pretty sure I lived with a literary genius. A once-in-a-generation mind akin to Dickens or Shakespeare, with contents as dangerous as Robert Oppenheimer's or Salman Rushdie's. Whereas Dickens and Shakespeare helped shape the world though, Roy Bardiquet would have no doubt ended it. Written By: twocantherapper- https://bit.ly/3G4VrwH  

My grandfather isn’t the kind of man who is particularly communicative. Actually, he barely bothers to speak at all unless it’s a grunt of satisfaction aimed at a piece of pork chop or a prod to turn the TV channel back to golf. My mother says he’s just selective with his words: I prefer to call him what he is—a dick. Written By: kmcooney- https://bit.ly/34gGj1O  

My college degree is about as useful as a broken foot. But I chose to study journalism, and the consequences are mine to accept. Still, in a time when award-winning reporting amounts to a listicle about "10 Foods to Avoid if You Want to Cut Belly Fat," it's hard to care about your craft. I started caring again when I got a strange, terrifying lead from my former classmate Dave Jensen. A formal wri...

As I pulled up in front of the shop, I had to recheck my directions. It was a dingy little hole in the wall stuffed between a Dollar General and a computer repair shop. It looked like it had just existed here since the creation of the first VHS tape. The windows were covered in thick yellow paper, and the outside was caked in a film of old dirt. The sign on the door said Open, but it was barely vi...

The sky was covered in big, roiling clouds that blew swiftly towards the east, covering and revealing the full moon at random intervals. By now we were the only vehicle on the road; my headlights barely sliced the darkness around us as we weaved our way through the mountains. The isolation, the darkness, the silence, it was all so crushing. Written By: darthvarda- https://bit.ly/3zvi0Jb

I’d settle down on my little purple couch in my dark bedroom, a plate on my lap, a mug in my hand, and a video camera propped up between me and the window, zoomed in on a building three blocks away. It took a lot of research to snag my apartment, but it was worth it. I’d always watch as Keith entered his fifteenth floor studio. Written By: SkittishReflections- https://bit.ly/2TB492M  

To us adults, it may seem insignificant to determine that a watermelon actually won't grow in your stomach or that Slenderman didn't actually steal the kid who's been out sick. But in reality, it's the process of logical thinking and finding the truth with verifiable evidence that becomes so valuable later on in life. And it's for these exact reasons that the tale of the Earwig strikes a deep-seat...

This is the story of an American who wrote these lines shortly before his death. He gave them  to his daughter, and she posted them on some occult websites. That is where I found them.  The happenings of this report probably took place in the year 1976.  Written By: scaredwithstyle (haroldkebba)- https://www.reddit.com/user/haroldkebba/  

“There’s no easy way for us to say this. But there was a house fire at your home this morning.” The woman spoke. “Unfortunately, there were no survivors. Both your parents have passed away. I’m sorry.” And with that sentence, I felt the world stop. It was as if everything had gone silent before coming down and crushing me. Written By: scifiwriter3592- https://bit.ly/3wpdnxL  

“Why don’t you have a mug, my love?” Still, only silence served to answer his offer. He softly grunted in amusement before then closing the top of the kettle. He took another sip as he continued to watch her. God, how she looks so beautiful. Written By: Corpse_Child- https://bit.ly/3GRSjVC   ➤Massive thanks to Pumpkin Queen for helping me out on this one! Check her out! Their channel: https://www....

"I have heard for many years now, that some animals have a “sixth sense”. They can sense danger, natural disasters, and/or changes in weather, among many other things. Like, Geese flying south for the winter. Like, Cows laying down when it’s about to rain. And that Dogs can see spirits. You know, ghosts. I can somewhat believe the first two, because after all, I’ve actually seen them. I never beli...

“Fine,” I said, “I’ll try the door.” I’d barely taken three steps forward before Pete shouted, stopping me in my tracks. “Wait!” My eyes shot up to the house, sweeping over the black, empty windows, expecting to see someone inside. Out of all of them, if Pete was telling me to wait, something must have been seriously wrong. Written By: RyanHatesMilk- https://bit.ly/3EKaDyA  

"There's a little saying in the new town I moved to, "Don't move here." I wish I would have found that out sooner rather than later. Unfortunately, I had found myself in the clutches of a messy divorce that forced me to move to this small town of Southern Illinois, a town called Auburndale. That alone wasn't bad, I mean besides the fact that I have to live in Illinois, but that alone wasn't the re...

"The scent got stronger with each classroom I passed. I soon found myself upon the first corpse laying against the wall. Poor Rick’s neck was torn open, fleshy strands of cerise sinew being the only thing holding the head to the torso. A scream echoed from down the corridor. I dashed past the remaining bodies carefully to avoid slipping on the blood pooled on the ground." Written By: Solaceus- htt...

"Hours away from 1999, it felt like the entire world held their breath waiting for the world to come crashing down because of a computer bug. I was convinced I was not going to live to see the new year and wished it was for the same reason the rest of the world was worrying about. On that night I found myself in a dimly lit warehouse, tied to a chair desperately trying to get out of this situation...

“Al!” I hollered at him. No response. “Al!” “AL!” Then, finally, “Al?” His eyes focused on me for half a second, and he asked, “Who’s Al?” Written By: OzarkWriter- https://bit.ly/3kDozTt  

As the two conversed, I noticed up close that her smile was full of sharp, needle-like teeth. I quickly averted my eyes to the menu in front of me. Then she turned her attention back on her notepad. "So, what would you like to start with?" Written By: Dark Adalia- https://bit.ly/3kW3a8c  

The yellow grass crackled under my feet. It was the kind that stayed perpetually crunchy, even in the lushest of springs. “Hello,” I said meekly as I came to a stop right in front of it, “I thought you might like a little company.” The hare-crow gave no reply. I found myself relieved that it had not spoken back, as if that were a reasonable thing to fear in the first place. “You looked lonely. And...

"I began going in a different direction. It was like the woods were shifting as I traveled. The trail became unfamiliar. Some of the trees began to not make sense. I became disoriented. This is when I began to realize something was dreadfully wrong." Written By: Komodo_XVI- https://bit.ly/3niTFl2