When I was 21 I transferred to a college in
San Francisco. I checked out a room for rent on Craigslist. It was in a really nice two bedroom apartment. It was cheap rent and close to campus, so
it was the ideal spot. The girl who lived there was 29 and her name
was Beth. She was tall and wide, and she had jet black
hair and wore pale makeup. She seemed nice, although a little quiet. But she seemed to like me, and agreed to let
me move in. So far, so good. My first night there we went out for pizza,
and that’s when I could tell that something was a little bit off with her. Throughout dinner she kept telling me how
much I look like Shia LaBeouf. I didn’t know what to say, so I just shrugged
it off with a – Thanks? I mean, I look nothing like Shia LaBeouf,
so it just didn’t make any sense to me. When we got back home she asked if I had seen
her room yet. I said no, and so she took me to see it. Her walls were covered in posters of Shia
LaBeouf. She even had printed out photos of him all
over her mirror. She owned all his movies. I didn’t know what to make of it. It was creepy. The whole night she had been saying I look
like him, and now it’s obvious to me that she’s obsessed with the guy. A few weeks passed, and I never really saw
her that much. We didn’t spend any time together really. She would come home from work and practically
run to her room. She would spend the whole night in there. She had this creepy high pitched giggle, and
I would hear her giggling through the walls all night. I wondered what the hell she could possibly
be doing. Occasionally she would come out and talk for
like 2 minutes, and she would always be slurring her words – so I suspected she was drinking
a lot. Sometimes she wouldn’t say anything and she
would just stand in the hallway and watch me in the living room. I would turn and see her and be surprised
and say “hello beth” and then there would be this long awkward pause and she would give
out her creepy high pitched giggle. It was uncomfortable being around her. She gave me the chills. One night I woke up at around 2am because
I heard what sounded like the front door being unlocked. I came out of my bedroom, and all the lights
were off, but I could still see Beth standing at the front door. She had her face against it, and she was turning
the lock back and forth over and over again. And every time she turned the bolt she mumbled
my name!!! “Max Barker….Max Barker…Max Barker…”. Seeing her standing in the dark, and mumbling
my name, really freaked me out. And it doesn’t help that she kinda looks like
a bigger version of the girl from The Ring. I just quietly went back to my room and tried
to sleep. One night I was watching Gladiator and she
stumbled out of her room and turned on the living room light, forcing me to pause the
movie – which was annoying. She then asked me if I wanted to hear about
her ex-boyfriend. It was an uneasy segue into the topic, but
I just said sure and then awkwardly sat back to listen to her. Ten minutes into her story and she was so
riled up. She was screaming at the top of her lungs
about their breakup. I was worried that the neighbors were going
to call the cops – and she wasn’t listening to me when I was asking her to lower the volume. Amidst all of her screaming, one thing she
said really freaked me out – she was in such a fit and yelled: I’ll slit his fucking throat. That was a big game changer. Suddenly I had no idea what this girl was
capable of. She was practically a stranger, and everything
I had seen was becoming alarmingly disturbing. After a few more minutes she told me thanks
for listening and she startled doing her giggle. I got out of there pretty fast, and went to
my room to go to sleep. I had a pretty unsettled feeling about being
in the house with her, and what’s worse is that there was no lock on my bedroom door. I pushed the edge of my dresser in front of
it, to act as a little barricade. I woke up in the middle of the night to the
sound of my dresser scraping against the floor. Beth was pushing the door open! I turned on my light – shouting at her to
stop. I could see her through the opening of the
door. She was so drunk, and had this insane look
in her eyes. I pushed the door closed, and yelled at her
to go to bed. I could hear her walk back to her room, but
I couldn’t fall back asleep. The next morning when I went out into the
hallway my heart dropped. I saw one of her steak knives was on the floor
by my door. I got goosebumps all over my arms. All I could think about was her saying she
would slit that guy’s throat. I confronted her about it, and she said she
didn’t remember trying to push my door open. She said she didn’t even remember telling
me about her ex. I had enough. My lease was month-to-month, so I found a
new spot and moved out. About a month after I moved out she contacted
me. I was at the movies, and my phone was off. When I got out I turned my phone on – and
to my shock I received in 40+ text messages that she had sent me over the past two hours. They were all just insane texts that ranged
from everything between “Hi how are you?” to “I fucking hate you!”. It was insane. I didn’t respond, and I never heard from her
again. I always wonder if I hadn’t set my dresser
in front of my door, would she have quietly come into my room and slit my throat? It freaks me out. When I was 22, I moved 1,000 miles away from
my Midwest home to the beautiful foothills of Tennessee. I had a new job, new car, and a nice apartment,
but didn’t know a soul outside of work. If my phone rang, I expected to hear a far-away
family member or my long-distance boyfriend – still in college. This was a landline; no cellphones yet. Despite being very alone, I was managing well
with the excitement of all the new things in my life. I had only lived there about 2 weeks when
the unwanted calls started. The first call: A man’s friendly voice asked
what I was doing. I couldn’t place him, and thought maybe it
was one of my cousins or uncles. (I have a huge extended family.) I ask his name; he laughs a little, and his
tone gets dark, a bit angry. He says, “You know exactly who this is, Darlin’.” I pause, deciding if this guy simply called
the wrong number or is a creep. I choose the former, laugh, and politely tell
him he has the wrong number. He then recites my brand-new unlisted/unpublished
phone number AND my name. WTF?! An intense chill races through me. I’ve only given my new number to my parents,
sister, boyfriend, apartment manager, and employer. I’m new to this city and this lovely southern
state. He does NOT like it when I tell him he called
the wrong number, and starts yelling at me, then tells me in a much calmer voice the many
vulgar things he’s going to do to me. I hang up and brush it off. He calls again around 1:00 AM; I tell him
to f** himself and hang up. He keeps calling, so I unplug the phone and
return to sleep. However, as days go by the calls continue,
and escalate. He starts mentioning personal things about
me… said he liked the white quilt on my bed, knew what was in my fridge, that he’s
allergic to cats (I had one) and then asked me if I was in love with Mari. As I listened to his words, I was standing
in my kitchen looking at the calendar taped to the fridge. It had “Mari” written in pink on the 17th
with a heart around it, because Mari is my sister and the 17th is her birthday. I started shaking and crying, because suddenly
I realized this creep has been in my apartment! I was alone, with no friends or family to
run to for the night. It was me versus a creepy mystery man. I didn’t sleep much that night. Early the next morning, I talk to the apartment
complex manager before heading to work, telling her what happened and that I want the locks
changed that day. She gets a weird look on her face, and after
a long pause, says SHE KNOWS WHO HAS BEEN IN MY APARTMENT, and that “it won’t happen
again.” WHAAAT??? Turns out she had a creepy, rapey maintenance
guy who noticed a young woman moving into an apartment alone, and thought I was his
new pet. She had the locks changed immediately, and
promised that she would personally keep the other key. Although the calls stopped, I was paranoid
for a year as I came and went from my apartment, because I never even knew what this guy looked
like. I moved out the moment my lease was up. Only after thinking about it years later did
I realize that her weird expression likely meant that it had happened before. Plus, she didn’t even fire him. I regret not calling the cops; I was young
and naive. When I was about twelve, my great-uncle John
came from Ukraine to visit us in Canada. He had a lot of stories, but this was the
one that stood out. In the late 1960’s, John was traveling by
train from his village to another to visit family. He had to change trains at one point, and
was dropped off at what amounted to a platform and a hut in the middle of nowhere. There was no one else at the station, and
other than a dirt road that led off into the surrounding woods, there was nothing there. He waited for some time, but no train came. It was winter and getting colder and darker,
and just about the time he started worrying about a place to stay and some food to eat,
an old woman appeared out of the twilight. She asked if he was waiting for such and such
a train, and when he said he was, she said it wouldn’t be along until the following day. She asked if he needed a bed for the night,
and offered him a meal and room at her house, which she said was about an hour’s walk from
the station. Lodging with locals was more or less the standard
when traveling in this part of the USSR, and great-uncle John wasn’t looking forward to
a hungry night on a cold platform, so he was glad to accept her offer. He took his suitcase and they set off together
down the dark road into the forest. It was more than an hour away — more like
two — and by the time they arrived at the woman’s small, two-story house, John was tired
and hungry. They went inside and the woman lit some oil
lamps and warmed some borscht for them. It was the first time John was able to see
the woman clearly, and he was a bit startled to realize that the old woman was actually
a man. Not wanting to pry, and to tired to care,
John finished his soup and asked where he would be sleeping. She led him up the stairs to a tiny room with
a window that contained a single bed and nothing else. He thanked her, they said goodnight, and she
closed the door. Then she locked it, leaving him in the dark. Somewhat creeped out by this, John called
to her, but she didn’t answer and he heard nothing else. Figuring he would deal with it in the morning,
and that she had probably done it by mistake, John set his suitcase down and laid on the
bed, deciding to make the best of it and get some sleep. Before he could fall asleep, though, he felt
the urge to pee, and got out of bed, hoping to find a chamber pot or something he could
pee in. He got onto his hands and knees and began
to feel under the bed in the darkness, thinking that’s where the pot would be if there was
one. Instead, he found a body. “Nope,” great-uncle John said, and went right
to the window to see if he could exit the room that way. It was nailed shut. He knew that if he remained in the room, he
was probably a dead man. But if he broke the window and tried to get
out that way, there was a good chance that the “old woman” (and who knows who else was
there) would hear him and come into the room before he could get away. So he did the only thing he could do. He pulled the body from under the bed, heaved
it onto the mattress and covered it with the blanket. Then he got under the bed and waited. Sure enough, about an hour later, he heard
footsteps coming slowly up the stairs and then toward the room. The lock clicked, and the knob turned slowly. In the gloom, John saw someone move toward
the bed. Then he heard several terrific and sickening
thuds. The person had bashed the body on the bed
with a large crowbar, which they then dropped onto the floor right in front of John. There was silence, then the person went out
of the room, and the door was shut again. The footsteps when down the stairs, and then
there was silence again. John moved out from under the bed, took the
crowbar and was able to slowly pry the window open. He didn’t say, but I imagine he was shitting
bricks the entire time. When the window was up, he threw his suitcase
out, then dove through himself, not caring what was below him, only worried about what
was behind. He landed without too much injury, and began
to run into a field behind the house toward some lights in the far distance. It turned out to be a highway with some military
and transport trucks on it, and John was able to get a ride to another village where he
could catch a train. He didn’t bother reporting what had happened
to the authorities, since at that time in the USSR, there was a distinct chance he would
have been the one who got into trouble. He just thanked God he escaped and decided
that the next time he traveled to visit relatives, he would take another way. Hey everyone, this is me letting you know
that lately I’ve been having a ton of health problems again. I’m not going to go in depth, because this
isn’t the place for that, but I just wanted you to be aware. Things like not being able to sit down for
more than 30mins at a time will probably effect when videos are able
to be released, and how likely you are to have heard some of these stories before. as you could tell by this video being late,
and some of these stories being older, because it takes me longer to make a video. And for all that I apologize, but i’m doing
the best I can. Anyways, like I said, this isn’t the place
for me to go more in depth, and I may do another live stream in the future
where that wouldn’t be the focal point, but I probably would update you guys on that. I’m not asking for sympathy, in fact I don’t
want it, I just wanted to give an explanation. I’ve gotten past this before, and i’ll do
it again. I just ask that you’re understanding and watch
my videos as you normally would as, YouTube’s current algorithm is already
extremely hard to progress in If you’d like to keep up with videos and me
personally, I have all my social media in the description. I hope you had a good new year, stay safe
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Story 2: 5:45
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8:25 Why don’t you call the fucking police?!
Love it
Does anyone have Beth's number?
" She she she" " oh ya it's a man" continues "she she she her she"
"Old woman was actually a man"
And still he didn't find it weird enough to go off right away?
Plot twist: Beth is Shia LaBeouf's ex-girlfriend.
what is beth's last name
Uncle John's pretty thoughtful, putting the body on the bed and stuff. Pretty cool
“Sometimes I can’t really get her with the woody so I flip her face down, then I hit her with the boogie” 👀 (CH voice)
🖤💜
JUST DO IT.
Story 2 sounds like the beginning of scream. xD
First story was written by Shia labeouf
New to your channel and this is a video from I'm guessing January 2018, hope your doing better with your health. Love the channel.
I watched this video about a year ago or so and the last story stayed in my mind for ages and I tried to find this video for so long to hear it again. Finally!
Dude, try to upload more search and rescue stories! Great vids btw
LMAO 😂 dead ass I live in Canada and have a great uncle john that lives in The Ukraine
I haven't even heard the story yet but that woman 0:02 freaked me out.
Miss your uploads Corpse Husband!
last one is wild
Get well, corpse we love you! Don't worry about the videos your health comes first! Take care.
Whats the name of the bgm
Heard it
1:05 And that includes Man Down??
It's Shia dude. 🤙🏻
suh dude? ✌🏻
BETH STARES THE WALLPAPERS
Beth: I want to slit his throat but I don't want to…
Shia: JUST DO IT
Beth: No I can't…
Shia: YES YOU CAN!
Why Shia Lebouf though?
Wait i kno the USSR was shitty … i have much information and am not shocked qt all that story took place there…what i am wondering though is why they say they would have been the one in trouble?? Even for USSR that was strange and …if i remember correctly…. hitching was illegal and probably staying elsewhere but he didnt break any laws …like murder!! Although if the nutcase noticed and removed the body john could have been in trouble if they thought he lied…or if the nutcase was still dressed as a woman and they decided Johnny boy was banging her….. actually now that im thinking about it Johnny boy shoulda just went back like Rambo and tortured the son of a bitch…. like the movie misery …. then killed her so that we could have been sure no 9ne else was at risk.
How do you find these fucking gifs? They creep me the fuck out!
Sorry to hear about your health problems, I really hope it improves soon! 😟 Sending good thoughts and my best wishes your way ❤
Shut up buffs
I would bang Beth .
Guys do you know watching horror things helps your body protect from scary things.
The 3rd guy got so lucky she/he left the crowbar in the room
The video is so dark I can see my ugly face.😓
This is from Steven D
The third story was from a lazy masquerade video
Subskribe Like Comment 👍
Thought I was tripping out with the picture of the woman
One time I detailed my car and then it got covered in pollen that’s a horror story fr.
"See's Shia la beouf"
Me: Shianara!
The third story was fucking good
I love u
Plz check my Snapchat’s what’s the point of having one if y don’t check em
2:34 NOPE!!! ..I.. o_o ..I.
1st story momo be like
"Doesn't help that she looks like a bigger version of the girl from The Ring" lmao damn bro….
U did right thing
Cheap rent in SF? That’s hilarious
that last story. wow! that man was lucky to get out of there.
100% the girl on the screen creeps me tf out more than the stories. Gonna see that in my dreams tonight.
The first lady maybe had sundowning syndrome
How did the guy who bashed the body not notice it was not John. Like how?
Or are you going through With draw bro??
Hopping off the meds can Ruin a person everything life when it comes Narrating a story bro.. if not must of been one of them days feeling sick and all. Hope you git better soon.
Watching in 2019
Tall and wide and freaky, just how I like them <3
13:27
Beth: GIVE ME MY SHIA!!!
In the first story, dude should have duffed her and she would have not been crazy.
yeah why didn't he have sex with her? lol
I can listen to him 24×7
Someone likes Shia?
I'm scared already 🎃
Uncle John is a fucking badass!
The first sentence "San Francisco, cheap rent" immediately made me know the story was a lie.
If someone said I looked like a psychopath. I wouldn't find it a complement.
Nothing annoys me more than hearing someone say "The Ukraine". Ukraine is a name, not a title.
You wouldn't say, "the Russia", "the Germany" or "the France". Why do people insist on saying "the Ukraine"?
You open up her door…
SHIA SURPRISE!
Lady have you seen Shia LaBeouf 🤢 lol 🤷🏻♀️
Shia Surprise!
I hope you are ok
holes
We need a Batman impersonation from Corpse Husband lmao
Did they say her name was Beth and she was tall and wide? Lol
How many times did she quietly sneak into your room before you moved your dresser?
2nd story- you didn't immediately call the police?
Uncle John you are a SMART MAN!
nobody:
ABSOLUTELY NOBODY:
Corpse Husband: "I'm a 24 year old woman"
Well wishes for your recovery. You’re a great narrator. Very scary situations.
Schizophrenia on meth. I don't need this!
The foul language, gender confusion, and darkness reveal the low intelligence of the author. Unfortunately, this type of prose attracts the stupid masses.
Really cool creepy story.
Uh yeah so I'm gonna need the first story nightmare fuel gif to not exist on my screen anymore due to the fact I'd like to sleep again. Thanks
1. Na, she would have just got into bed with you. When you rejected her she put the knife out. 3. Didn't report it?! So some other poor bastard is gonna get it. Send an anonymous letter if you have to.
I can so related to first guy… I can’t stand it when I gotta pause a movie to not get murder too.
So annoying.
Dresser saved story 1 sender's lifeu
Nifty thinking by your uncle little that they knew they've killed the same guy again
The last story is creepy af
I love you👀😍👉
Fuck the first story man that dudes name is my name so It was so weird hearing the girl say my name like that
First story, dumbarse renting from Craigslist (of all places).. Like, dude… How many more Red flags do you need before you Rock Bottom the bih and sonic speed outta there?!
I am going to be praying for u
Story 1: Would have booked it outta there immediately after I caught her locking & unlocking the door while chanting my name. That's a Nope. Keep the security deposit.
SHIA LABEOUF!!!!
Hope u get better
I understand and hope you feel better soon!
I dont understand h0w people move in with people they are uncomfortable with in the first place!!!!
What's the name of the movie with that damn evil rat mask?