Elle a échappé à un tueur en série??? - FLIPPE & GO SLEEP #13 (ft Léa Elui)

Good evening and welcome to this new episode of Flip and Go Sleep. I'm very happy to see you again on this special Halloween episode. And if you listen to us on podcast, you miss a lot. We have great costumes. And an episode that will be full of emotions. I'm with the wonderful, my team mate as always, Léa and Louis.

Hello.

Normally you know her. You know her very well. You've seen it a lot You've seen her vlog, you've seen all her content And you're going to subscribe right now Because otherwise, I hope you're happy to be here We're going to have a spooky Halloween party We have a lot of stories

We're submerged by smoke We're under a little cloud I'm drowning Do you think if I lie down, I'm visible?

Wait, I'm sorry, I'm going to laugh Do I look visible if I'm gonna laugh. Go ahead! Do I have to see now? I swear, we can only see the top of your head! The guy is a spider!

He looks like a zombie coming out of a trainer!

Wait, I can't see anything anymore!

Wow! Who's smoking here? Someone's smoking too much! The disco, you have to calm it down? Someone's smoking too much. The disco lady, you need to calm her down. She's smoking too much. Before we read our first terrifying story, I'm going to be honest with you.

I need a little self-care break. Because reading your stories in the light of a candle is cool, but my heart is taking a hit. I like your stories, but that's the real luxury. My personal spa starts here, with my Erup's water bottle. For those of you who don't know, Erup is a water bottle that makes you rediscover water.

When you drink, you have a small air call that releases aromatized micro-bubbles that your olfactory sensors in your mouth detect. So you feel like you're drinking scented water, when it's just water. It's silly, but super smart, especially when you don't like water. Yes Mathieu, I'm talking about you. It makes my moments of relaxation much more pleasant. I'm so good! And you know me, I don't expect anyone to give me a gift. And as Ariana says, I want it, I got it.

And as a nice gift, they came out with beautiful party boxes with candles to offer or keep. You want it, you got it. So if you want to try it, go to their website and all the other products and you have less than 10% with the code FLIP. And for those who watch the video a little later, from November 21st, it's the Black Week. Translation, you save money. Now that we've taken care of ourselves, I suggest you alter everything with good, scary stories. I was going to say, is it okay? But no, we see each other off, so we're not going to lie to you didn't know you liked horror. Yes, I love horror. It's not something I share.

Yes, I didn't know.

But I only watch it. Do you realize we could have done horror parties? I knew when you wanted.

And I didn't even know you liked it.

I love it.

Next week. What are you doing?

We're going to a horror party.

Yes! But if you're like me, I think there's a wide... There are things we've never seen before. You know what? We'll make lists and try to discover them.

Even old movies.

I love them.

Sometimes it's not bad.

What's your favorite movie?

Favorite?

Yeah.

Horror?

Yeah.

I can't choose, I think. But... I don't know if it's in the horror category, but recently, the Monster series. I haven't seen the new one yet. The new one is a bit less good. But season 2. Who was it on? I haven't seen it.

It's Jeffrey Dabler, the first one. Yeah, and you know, it was the two brothers. Oh, I haven't finished it. No, but incredible. It looked good. Yes, it's really good.

I'll watch it again on my way home. I loved it. What are you doing for Halloween? Are you watching the upcoming YouTube video? Please? Because it's true, it's the first time I'm releasing a YouTube video for Halloween. Really? I'm a little happy, a little excited. I think I saw your trailer on Instagram.

Yes, we got lost in the woods. I only brought flip flops, except for Feldupe, who's not a flip flop. But I only brought flip flops with It's only guys! It's only guys who have flip flops on. So I can't wait for people to see it because it's my first YouTube video for Halloween. Oh, so cute! I'm a bit scared too because we laughed a lot.

It's a bit Scooby-Doo.

But that's the goal.

Yeah, that's true. We couldn't not laugh. Yeah. Did you see? I'm blonde! Sorry, it's true that... Yes, you have to! It's the highlight of this video. I'm blonde, it doesn't make any sense. I kept it last night. I had pins, it hurts so much. I really slept on the pins.

You know, I think there are no marks. It's very well placed.

No marks, it's crazy.

They managed it.

They put it on me Yeah, I credited her in the post-insta if people want to see it. This one is natural hair. You can keep it for life and put it back whenever you want. Yeah, you have to take care of it. It's so good. And she has an association, and she does it for children who have cancer, for people who have cancer. Incredible.

Go follow her, I them, it's important. It's a very beautiful work. Yes, and she's too strong.

And so she made me blonde.

It's very weird for me. The last time I was blonde, I had yellow pee.

Yeah, well it's very hard to maintain a blonde like that, platinum. It's very hard. I've been blonde several times.

I'm going to pull. You, it must be good for you, the blonde. But it's really hard to maintain. And it burns them, doesn't it? It burns them totally. Last November, I went from a black brunette to a platinum blonde. The hairdresser bleached my whole head. I thought I was going to scream.

But it must have hurt too much.

No, it didn't hurt at all. It scratched a little, but it's okay. But it's that afterwards, your hair, all year round, it didn't hurt at all. It scratched a little, but it's ok. But after that, your hair, all year long, it breaks.

You feel that it doesn't grow because the break, it comes back.

It's terrible.

It's horrible.

This is a horror movie too, friends, don't you think? Yes, yes, yes. I missed it on a huge horror movie. Yes, clearly. I had burned my hair too, when I did my blonde. You had blonde hair? All by myself. 10 colors. 10?

Why 10?

You see that below? My hair was like that. It was the first time in my life that I saw that. It was smoking on my head.

What?

I thought I was going to lose my hair. Oh my God. I'll find you a picture. I showed it to Karen earlier. Oh no! You know how she is? She's so beautiful! What about you? You?

Enough!

Would you like a cup of tea? Yes! So, I have a lot of things. Daman sent us tea again. We send you kisses, Daman. I'm losing my hair.

Oh yes, I have to warn you in advance.

I have a little problem.

The nails. I wanted to be the girl. I put on nails that I bought in Korea, which are very pretty.

Very, very pretty.

Thank you.

But very long!

Very, very, very long.

So I'm...

In the end, you have claws.

So it's going to be a disaster.

Do the ASMR like this.

Oh yes. You're going to hate what's happening. You have to yell at me. So, dear guest. Yes? So, dear guest, what do you like as tea? Wait, is there... No. You know what? You always put the macaron with the macaron.

Oh, sorry!

Oh no!

I'm sorry!

But wait, because I watched some of your videos

and apparently the macaron is the one you have to taste.

Yeah. And you threw it away. In actually, we put a trapped macaron. In this box, there was a real macaron. And every time, we leave it to me. And you see, every time, I'm wrong and I open the one with the real macaron. But here, you have the real one.

Ok, go ahead, I'm coming. Yes, but wait, wait, look.

There's my name on it. Oh, no, it's so pretty! It's so pretty! I don't know if you've seen it...

Oh, there's a lot!

There's a lot! So you don't only have cassis violet macaron. Ok. I do recommend this one. I want to try the... Cassis violet macaron?

Cassis violet macaron.

Honestly, Damane, if I may, we're making you live this one. Who else bought purple cassis macaroon before watching Flip & Go Sleep with Sif?

Nobody.

Really.

And now we're coming to the funny part. I honestly think I can get bored.

Have you seen Get Out?

Yes.

The cups?

Yes.

It's Get Out's room.

No way!

Incredible!

It's a little pride. They are so beautiful.

They are so cute. Incredible! It's a little pride.

They're so beautiful. They're so pretty.

I think the older I get, the more I like old-fashioned services like this.

Me too.

It's so pretty. Modern stuff is less... It's less hidden. It's less charming, less hot. I used to have this with houses too. I thought it was too beautiful, very minimalist, very small.

But I like it when you have lots of little decorations. I'm in between the two.

You're in between the two?

Yeah. I think it depends on the room.

I judged your house.

Not at all, don't worry! No, but it depends on the rooms.

There are rooms where I have less stuff and rooms where I like to have… Yes, it depends on the rooms.

I'm quite open. Yes. Too bad. It won't go any further. Exactly. We'll put some smoke in and we won't see it anymore.

We can't see this thing.

So, if I may...

Yes, go ahead. I love it. You know, I've always dreamed of doing things with my friends over tea, at the Desperate. And so, Flip & Go Sleep & Sips is a bit like making that dream come true. Yeah. I'm so happy you're here. And for Halloween, I'm so happy. Me too! Well, I love Halloween.

You're going to be the first to read the stories. Okay.

Yes.

I'm stigmatized and I forgot my glasses, but go ahead. So be nice.

If you're having trouble reading, be nice and cute. Sorry.

By the way, Oh, friends, we have an upgrade. We have an upgrade.

We have an upgrade.

Yes, wait, we have a great upgrade. Close your eyes. Close your eyes! Don't you have your eyes closed? Close your eyes, please.

Great.

Open your eyes. Surprise! Look at what we read stories in now. It's so good, I didn't hear it.

Look, it's so cool.

Your stories are in the attic. Tonight we will read you the story of the witch. Well, I leave you this attic. Ah, I choose the story. You choose. So basically, there you have the site.

But it's heavy. Yes, it's a bit heavy. You have the site, you can scroll, you click on the story. You choose. So basically, you have the site. But it's heavy.

Yes, it's a bit heavy.

You have the site, you can scroll, you click on the story you want. You have two pages. And if you don't like it, you go back. Normally, it's marked if it's true stories, not true, etc. But the titles are too good. But wait, where is it written, true stories?

When you click on it, you'll see the option to explain, unexplained phenomenon, paranormal, other. And you can submit your stories on magla.fr for both shows. Of course. Do you like books like that?

Yeah, I love it.

I think there's a hidden one. It's a bit like a witch.

Yes, I like it.

Ok, I think I've chosen one. It's called, My favorite plush has disappeared. It looks so cute.

But it's not clear if it's a true story or not.

Ok.

I'll take it. Let's go. Ok. Am I good with the mic?

You're so beautiful.

You're so nice.

Don't change. I don't know why I'm speaking in English.

Be who you are. Be who you want to be.

I'm going to sit like this on the couch and listen to you. I missed listening to stories.

Oh my god, I hope I'm going to read it well.

I'm sure you'll do very well.

Oh, I can zoom in!

Really?

That's great. I didn't even know you could zoom in! Oh, really? That's great!

I didn't even know you could zoom in on the screen.

Perfect. Great! Hello Magla and her wonderful guest. I'm going to tell you my story. My name is Inaya, I'm 15 years old today, and when I was born, my aunt gave me a teddy bear-shaped stuffed bear

with red eyes and little black pupils that belonged to my great-grandmother. Ok.

I have always considered this bear as my best friend. I understand that. I have lots of teddy bears. When I was little, they were my best friends.

It's a bit too simple, but it's important.

Yes, yes.

As soon as I knew how to speak, I spoke to her, told her about my days. I always heard her answering me, and I always felt that there was a real dialogue. So she heard that the plushie was talking to her. Maybe she had an imaginary friend, so she imagined something with it. You know, I had a skeleton behind my door, and I thought it was a... He was talking to me, so...

So I didn't judge. I even remember that this voice was that of a little girl. I had called this bear Mina because in my head, this plush was a girl, in view of her voice. When I told my parents that my doodoo was answering me, they answered me like any parent,

that it was undoubtedly the fruit of my imagination. And they didn't pay any attention to it. But over time, the events became more and more dubious.

What did the plushie do?

I don't know. I was always falling asleep with my plushie in my arms, but when I woke up, my plushie had changed places. I move a lot at night.

Yeah, it's possible that she fell or...

Yeah.

Oh, I'm stuck.

Do your thing, do your thing, don't worry, I'll manage. At first, she was in another place in my room.

Ah, in my room, sorry, I didn't read the rest. Oh yeah, in the room, yes.

Yes, indeed. But as time went by, sorry, I didn't read the rest. Oh, in your bedroom, yes. Yes, indeed. But as time went by, she was getting further away from me. My mother, who woke up early, had found my plush in the kitchen,

on the ground floor.

She had a little hole.

She made you a little pie. A little pie. From that day on, my mother found my plushie in the kitchen and I even started to get scolded by my parents who accused me of waking up at night when I was supposed to sleep. But I never woke up at night and I slept in a deep sleep every night.

Weird. But maybe sleepwalking?

Yeah, because I was a sleepwalker. Oh yeah? Yes.

Oh!

It's the first time we've had a sleepwalker. Oh yeah? Yes. Oh! It's the first time we have a sleepwalker on the show, I have too many questions to ask. But it stopped... quickly.

Suddenly? Yeah.

Oh yeah, it was a few days ago. Actually, I think it was because I had... I had too much imagination, I don't know, and I had trouble between... And still a little today, you know, sometimes you have trouble... I have a hard time distinguishing between your dream and reality. I don't want to tell you what I did during my sleepwalking.

I want to know!

No, you don't want to know!

You'll tell me later!

Oh my god, yes. It's a bit embarrassing, but ok.

I want to know! One night, in doubt, my parents installed a small camera in my room. This camera was normally used in the living room to make sure my dog didn't go on the sofa because he wasn't allowed to. Why? They put a camera so he doesn't go on the sofa?

Apparently.

But if the dog...

I'm judged right now.

Sorry, I'm really judged.

But no, maybe if the dog is alone in the living room maybe to make sure he's fine.

Yeah, that he's fine. I'm sure it's not a problem. But she says it's because of the sofa. Sorry, I'm judging, but... The dog!

The little dog!

So, this camera, which was working normally, was perfectly connected to my bedroom, with a full view of my bed. But that night, we don't know why, from 11pm, if my memories are correct, the camera went out.

And when my parents watched the video the next day,

all the images were clear until the image went completely blurry and the camera went off. So weird. It's very weird. I would have hated it. And was the plush in the kitchen? Like by chance. My parents did the test again the next day and the result was the same.

That's a bit paranormal, isn't it?

Yeah, for sure. I wouldn't like that. Every night at the same time? That's so weird. It's so weird.

Then...

I'm fine.

Then one night, while I had my plushie in my hands, my parents told me... told me that they wanted me to throw my plushie in the trash in a week because it was really weird. Oh no, poor thing. That's something that makes me sad, the little teddy bear.

It's because it's his favorite plushie, but I understand why his parents... You see, they start to question the thing. It's true that it turns off every night. But the plushie is important. I would have tried to exorcise it, I don't know, I would have sucked it.

Behold! Get out of his body! No, but it's sure.

And if you really hold on to it. Yeah, I think there's so much attachment to the plushies. And then sometimes, you know, it's on the plushies, but then it can go further. Like Annabelle. Yeah, I thought there was so much attachment to stuffed animals. And sometimes, you know, it's about stuffed animals, but then it can go further.

Like Annabelle.

Yeah.

I might be watching too many horror movies, but even if my little girl soul was sad,

I was still going to do it because this stuffed animal was starting to scare me too.

Yes, well, there was a moment.

Exactly. I was going to bed and I was putting my plushie on the edge of my window, which was in front of my bed. That night, I heard the little voice of my plushie calling me. Taken by an unnamed anxiety, I looked at it frozen, without having the ability to scream and move.

And there, it's the drama.

Oh. I don't know, I don't even remember when I fell asleep.

It was a black hole. It looks like she had a dream, a sleep paralysis. Yeah, we're trying to explain that. It's weird. Yeah. It's weird.

It's weird.

It's weird.

It's weird. It's like she had a dream, a sleep paralysis.

Yeah, we're trying to explain that.

You know what, I'm not even going to try to explain it. Just change houses and burn the stuffed animal. We don't care about childhood memories. Burn it. Do you think it's the house? I'd like to know the origin of the stuffed animal. Yes, the origin of the stuffed animal, please.

No, but what if it belonged to someone before or... Is it a new plushie? Occasion?

Well, where does it come from?

If it's from Occasion, you see, it changes the...

The tracks... Tell us, send us an email, I want to know! But the next day, I was looking for my plushie everywhere to throw it in the trash.

But I couldn't find it. What? My parents... Maybe it was your parents?

My parents even told me that I must have hidden it so that they wouldn't throw it away. And I swore to them that I didn't. And I even explained to them what I saw the day before, but they treated me like a liar. No, the parents... Oh my God. I saw him the day before, but he called me a liar. No, the parents... It's hard. The plushie belongs to the grandmother.

Oh yeah? Ask your grandmother then, it's weird.

Oh my god, ok.

So it's an old plushie, we know that. Yeah, so there are things with the plushie. In the afternoon, my father came back after throwing the trash bag in our trash can, which was outside, just at the entrance of the portal, and looked at it with a smile, and then he said to me, ah, I'm proud of you, you threw your dirty plush in the trash, I saw it in there.

Oh no, that's weird.

It's very weird. Oh no, that's too weird. Well, actually, she couldn't have... Ok, if she was a sleepwalker, she couldn't have opened that door, thrown the plush,, and come back. Then she threw herself in the bin.

I think she's very well raised, personally.

Go on, I'm going to... Don't welcome her here!

I'm leaving.

Oh my God.

At that moment, my eyes widened. I had never thrown my plushie, because I couldn't find it anymore. It had disappeared for me. My mother went on her way. She was also proud of me, but at that moment I was collapsing.

My parents, in their incomprehension, asked me what was going on and I admitted to them that it wasn't me who had thrown my plush toy and no one understood how it was possible. A few months later, my parents decided to move because no one felt comfortable in this house. And when we moved into this new house, all the signs of this plushie had disappeared and everyone felt much better.

That was my story, I hope you enjoyed it. To you and your guest, have a good evening.

I liked it.

It was good, it was cute. Yeah, it's Mimi. To start with, it's good.

We don't often have stories about pl stuffed animals like that, I think. It's cool. And so it was related to the house? So yeah, it was either the grandmother, ask your grandmother some questions, or the stuffed animal that ruined the house. And the fact that she puts herself in the trash, why?

I don't know. But it's good that it wasn't too bad.

Yeah, there was nothing else, it's just the stuffed animal that goes into the kitchen. I mean, the stuffed animal is currently living its best life. It goes into the kitchen, it flies in the little room.

It's crazy.

Yeah, it's doing its stuffed animal live. So cute, I'm giving you the... Yes, the Grimoire. Oh, it's really heavy. I haven't done any sports in three weeks. It was so cute, thank you! Wow, I didn't see that! My ice cream in an H?

Tough. Don't put them in my H. There's something about that.

Oh yeah, we forget about it a lot.

All the time. Either we put it in the end, or after the L.

Okay.

The marks too. The marks do it too. I know.

So, we have... A dream that saves a life. The witch. I like that.

The dreams of death.

I got stuck. The woman in the blue dress of the garden. Three hours.

Why is my parking lot so close?

I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it.

That's not bad.

I started with something cute and all.

I'm going to...

Explainable. How do you say that? I love it, I love it, I love it. That's not bad. I started with something cute and all.

I'm going to...

Explainable.

What does that mean?

It means it's a true story. Ok. Hello Magla, hello team, and my most distinguished greetings to this new guest, my beloved faith. You're flirting so much. Yes.

I like it.

I introduce myself to you under the name of Lily Rose. So pretty. My story takes place when I was about 17. I remember it as if it was yesterday. For comprehension issues, I will quickly describe the layout of my house. My room is located on the floor, like all the rooms in the house.

I am, indeed, placed between the room of my parents and that of my brother. Ok, it's room, her, bedroom. In addition, my kingdom, my kingdom, excuse us, Lady Lily Rose, is entirely covered with a floor that, if you don't know where to put your feet, offers almost sinister, noisy creaks. The rest of my house allows me to move silently

to avoid waking up the whole family. So we are in winter, during the February holidays, in my quilt, I sleep peacefully. But there you go. As for everyone, I think, there is a period of the night when sleep is lighter,

or a simple crack, where the urge to pee can wake us up. Nevertheless, that night, it was not the distress of my full bladder that came to get me out of my dreams, but noises.

Very familiar noises, but sounds, familiar sounds of a parking lot that is crowded in the wrong place. A metal sound also came to me. She writes really well. Yes, really. You put me in the story, I love it. And you read very well too.

Oh, you're so cute. You read excessively well too. No. Yes.

I would not accept any other answer.

I know it by heart. It's the one in my bed that is hit from the bed in the house. It's too much for my brain, I wake up. My eyes open, I scrutinize my environment in search of something, but nothing, there is nothing. Still soaked, and naturally down to earth, I think I hallucinated.

I rub my face and eyes, just to remove this mask of fatigue. It is then that, turning my head, my blood freezes. My door is open, and I'm sure I closed it. Horrible. It's then that, turning my head, my blood freezes. My door is open and I'm sure I've closed it. Horrible.

Yeah, horrible. Horrible. I'd hate that. My parents often turn on the lights before going to bed, so I always close my door. A bad feeling then takes me by the throat and the stomach. Once again, I rationalize.

The heating only works in the hallway. My parents had to open the door for me to benefit from it. But there's nothing to do. I don't feel well. So to reassure myself, I start looking at what's happening under my bed.

No!

What do you mean, you look under your bed?

I start the process. No.

Don't start it!

No, don't start it.

Go away!

No, don't do that. Nobody does that!

No, you hide under your bed?

No.

Is that what you have to do? Yes. Don't you buy beds where you can hide under?

When I was little, yes. Oh yeah?

Yeah.

Horrible.

And I was afraid to look. But yes, even when you put your feet and your feet. But you also want to look to be sure there's nothing under. Now, I'll give you five seconds. Five, four, three, two, one. And there, there's maybe one person statistically where there was someone hiding under the bed. It's horrible.

It's horrible. Don't hide under your blanket. So I start by looking at what's happening under my bed. I've already done it several times. There's nothing to fear.

Ah.

Well, that doesn't mean anything. But here I am, crouched on my bed, my muscles tense with apprehension. My heartbeats are frenetic, adrenaline pulsates in my veins. The more the shadow of a trace of fatigue is in my body, I then bend slightly,

softly, and I freeze, tetanized. A sleeve. A sleeve. A sleeve? The sleeve of a short t-shirt protrudes with an arm of my bed

Horrible

But what?

I hate it If my heart was beating fast before Now it reaches the top If the adrenaline was going through my veins Now it fills them I always fall back, crouched on my bed

Terrified, I need a few moments to get my mind back A thought crosses my mind Practicing boxing for about 4 years at this time.

I love you so much.

My brain tells me word for word. If he comes out, I'll kill him. My darling, I'm sorry, but I'm not sure. You have to believe it. It's better to be in this state of mind than to run away. I don't know. I think I would have believed it.

And I believe it. I wouldn't know what was going through my head, but I decided to talk to my attacker and the following words came out of my mouth.

Who is it?

Who is under my bed? Monster shooter! You'd tell me, brave! So, I don't know the terms I would have used. It's for me, today, pure temerity. Only a slight crack coming from below me answers my question. It's panic.

My brain, which until now tried to convince me of my superiority over my opponent, remembers an important detail. And if he's armed?

Yes.

Yes. Yes.

All my courage is gone. And I realize that I just told my attacker that I know he's under my bed. And that if he has to act, it's now. It's terrible, I'm so anxious. I lie down and I'm on the spot.

But my instinct quickly takes over the reins. I have to get out. And now. The door to my bedroom is only 2 meters. In two steps, I follow it. I choose to jump to the exit to avoid being caught by the feet. Oh, horrible. Nevertheless, it's still 3 in the morning and my jump is not elegant at all.

I'm being welcomed heavily and in a monster noise on this floor. I quickly close the door, no key, we don't have any, and run. What do you mean? I think the door is locked, you don't have a key on it. Ah, ah. Ah, ok. And I run, which is a big word because it's next door.

To my parents' bedroom. Oh yeah, it's true that they were just next door. Yes. I open the door in a hurry and I whisper pretty loud. Mom, there's someone under my bed.

Oh my god, no but wait.

What was that?

I don't know, there was something... Sorry, I... Wait, what was that?

I don't know.

It's one of your doors that moved. No, but it's impossible that you made it move from here. I don't see... There's no wire. It's absolutely not funny. How did you do that? Ouch.

How did you do that? Ouch. How did you do that? I'm a good client.

I react to everything.

No, but we both are.

You're going to be like, ah, ah, ah.

What's that?

OK, we're going to pretend nothing happened.

There's something we agree on.

There's so much.

Does the set collapse?

Do you need me to pay more for the shows? I feel like it's going a bit too far. Invest a bit. You're telling me, you know you don't have to let everyone go crazy to get a message across. We can talk about it. Can I take my paragraph back?

In the bedroom?

Yes, very honestly. I want to know if the parents have seen it. Yes, what are they doing? And who is under the bedroom? Yes, very honestly. I want to know if the parents saw him. Yes, what are they doing? And who is under the bed? Yes, I don't want to know who is under the bed. Very honestly, I have never seen my mother get up so fast. But there you go, she doesn't seem to believe me.

She will confess to me later that she felt the terror in my voice. But she thought I was the phobia of thieves. It's horrible because very often, when I was afraid of something, I would go to see my parents all the time. Or even when you think you're sick, before going to school, you'll always say to your parents that you're sick.

They'll say, no, you're not sick. And sometimes you're really sick. And she was really scared. It's a bit like the thing where the kid shouts at the wolf. and people don't believe you anymore. Imagine your parents don't believe you. Horrible. Oh! I think there's nothing worse than that.

They say, go back to your room, like, no.

Oh yeah, no, no, horrible. I would hate that. Believe your children. Especially children in general. They're 17 or young.

Yes.

She doesn't seem to believe me. She'll tell me later about her situation. She turns on the light and sits in front of the closed door of my room. I, stunned, I tell her that there is someone under my bed. She gently opens the door. And there, she screams with horror, but there is someone under your bed! Well, no kidding, mom.

She said, no kidding, mom. At that moment, I'm...

But it's just that at first, you see, she didn't believe it.

But she didn't believe it at all, yeah. She went to see it, thank you. She could have not gone, and be like, no, no, we're going back inside. Yes, but my parents would have told me, but go back where you came from, go to sleep, you're so dead. Get out, there's no one, you're pissing us off. Seriously, I swear. But you know, the anxiety of saying, well, there's really something there, and you're going to do it for your child. Yes, that's happening. A year goes by before my mother tells me, But it's Louis!

I look over the shoulder of my half-saviour, and indeed, it's Louis. He's half under my bed. Who is Louis?

Ah!

Is it his brother? Louis is my brother's friend. He came to sleep at home. Sleeping at home, but why under no bed? There's no more room Seriously? Yes It turns out Louis was sleepwalking Ohhhh And he didn't warn us Oh yes, we have to warn

Oh damn yes, yes

Sleeping on a mattress on the floor in my brother's room We think he confused the rooms Because they are adjacent I was unable to approach him for several hours After this incident Oh Louis

Thank you for taking the time to read my story And good tea to everyone. Moral of the story, if you're sleepwalking, tell us, it will avoid traumas. Big kiss. But yes, in truth, you should always tell us you're sleepwalking. It can be dangerous for yourself. Especially if you sleep with people. But seriously!

I did choose that for once it ends well.

Yes! Sometimes it doesn't end well. We read two...

What? Maybe sometimes it hurts. No! Sometimes people are just terrified.

Oh yeah?

But still, I'm paranoid. I'm like, yes, Louis, you sleep under the bed, but are you really sleepy?

I'm very paranoid. Yeah, I see what you mean.

You know, we never know. Maybe he had weird intentions. Who knows? Yeah. I don't wish, but... But then I understand that she couldn't see him for a long time. Yeah. I think she couldn't see it for a long time. But in reality, the story was very well told. Yeah, really.

She was really into it. You chose the words well. Thank you for telling us your story. The fact that she's a girl, it's fine.

It's still me?

Oh la la. I read some titles, it makes you want to do it. Oh wait, I'm going to get some candy. I'm going to get candy scoop. I hope you like it. The tea is very good. Yes, the tea is very good.

I'll send you a box.

You're not in the confidence, the Shippies. You know, my neighbor is called the Shippies. Yes, I saw it. It's so cute. I feel like more and more people use the term Shippie. Yeah, well, actually, I think I grew up with it, you know, in the totalism. But yes, but in fact it was really something from the 2000s, the chippies. Yeah. After that, it was a bit...

It's true that nowadays...

It's not very chippy anymore. While the word, I don't know, it's pretty, I don't know, there's something, it's a bit chippy, it's a bit chou. It's girly too. Yeah, I like it. I don't know what to choose. You have too many choices. There are so many sweets. I never eat sweets. I don't know if I should take off my hat. It's so cute.

It's so cute. I'm sorry, you're so cute. I don't know if you guessed my costume. You have it.

I'm the cat beauty.

I love it. I made the hat myself.

What? I made the feather myself. What? I made the feather.

It's so cool.

The fact that it's not a costume you bought as a whole. Yes, I bought everything separately. You have a good sense of fashion. Oh, so nice. No, it's true.

You too, you too.

But I really wanted something in your theme. I like it like that. Yes, but for you it's really Halloween. I think you should take advantage of Halloween to put whatever you want. There's no judgement, you just have fun. That's exactly what I'm saying. Frankly, we don't have the opportunity to do it in the other moments of the year, so we should take advantage of it.

That's true. But you know, I think we should organize more theme parties. No, totally. It's so funny. In the US, it's a big deal. Yes, they do it more. Like Euphoria and all. But seriously, you know what? We're going to redemocratize that.

Seriously.

Like, I saw a theme. Theme, dress like your exes. I saw it, it's so funny. And people came like their exes, their spouses. It's so funny.

By showing your ass.

I want to do it so much. A little... Yeah, a little plate doggy bag. Make me a doggy bag. Go, a doggy plate.

I love it, with your nails too.

Click, click.

I could eat sushi with it. I don't know if you can... No, we can't zoom in, but there's... Like, I bought them in Korea, and they really look like Halloween.

Yeah, they're so beautiful.

They're crazy. Oh, someone's going to zoom in. I have to show them, I'll only wear them once in my life. They're too long. Look! There's a skeleton on it. Can you see it?

The golden details are beautiful.

People are so talented. Can you see it? It's crazy. There's a skeleton here. I'm sorry, it was the nail moment.

The nail moment!

But people are so talented, you have to...

The nail art pose!

... make them look like César. And that way it's a good mix between the scary stories.

Do you have any sites you like? So, there's...

The woman in a blue dress from the garden. I love it! He was whistling behind my door. I don't like that! In the closet That scares me a bit

The closets... That scares me a bit A shadow in the night What was waiting for me in the silence What was waiting for me in the silence? Yeah

Honestly, the closet, the blue woman or a shadow in the night? Yeah, the blue woman, it's... Well, then you take whatever you want.

We'll see.

Go ahead, the blue woman. I'll give you a little hint.

Oh!

Category, love and relationships.

Maybe there's a love story with a ghost, who knows?

Hop!

And there you go.

A little plate.

Thank you! You're welcome. Wait, I'll put it here.

The woman in the blue dress of the garden.

Oh, yes.

Oh, I love it.

It was a rainy winter. From where the wind blows through the roofs and makes the flies fly. I was four years old. She didn't say hello. What? She didn't say hello. Who didn't say hello. What? She didn't say hello. Who didn't say hello?

In the story.

No, she didn't say hello.

We don't read her. So, do you want. It was a more old winter, of those where the wind blows in the roofs and makes the vaults crack. I was 4 years old and I didn't like this period. But how do you remember when you were 4?

There are people who remember their childhood crazy. I remember little things like that, but... Do you know what your first memory is? How old?

So, I asked myself that question.

It's hard to know. You know? No, I have a childhood amnesia, so I don't remember a lot of things. Oh, poor you. So my memories are very scattered and very, very small. I feel like it's scattered too.

It's hard. Maybe maternal. I remember some mistresses, you know, little things like that. I admit that 4 years is a bit much. The like that, but I admit that at 3 it's a bit... At 3, yes. The fact that she knows it's at 3, it's crazy. And she didn't like this period.

The house seemed bigger, more silent, and the rain kept hitting the windows as if someone wanted to come in.

That night, I couldn't sleep. The thunder was rumbling, the light of the lightning passed through my curtains.

Wow. The thunder was rumbling, the light of the lightning passing through my curtains.

I got up to look outside, and that's when I saw him.

Horrible.

Seeing something through the window.

With the rain and everything.

Wait. It's okay, I'm scared too.

Horrible.

No, and when it's me who's the one with the story... You know, I'm afraid something else is going to fall.

I'm heartbroken.

We're not going to die on the set. I still need you.

There's still a bit of story to read.

No, but we have horror movies to watch both of us.

We're scared.

Please.

A woman, standing in our garden, in the pouring rain, she wasn't move. She was wearing a flowery blue dress, soaked, stuck to her skin. That's a horror movie. I hate it. But why is she outside? Her hair was dripping with water. But she didn't seem to be cold.

She whispered something,

words that the rain couldn't cover or extinguish.

She's a witch. It was like a prayer or an incantation. Wow. It's a witch. Horrible. Oh la la. that I had never seen before. Ah!

How did it fall? What? What? Are those special effects you've never seen before?

What? No, it's impossible. How can it fly?

Wait, where was it?

It doesn't exist. It's right there!

Oh no, it's hilarious!

Wait, there's nothing on it. What book is it? Wait, there's nothing on it. What book is this?

There's stuff in the books.

It's...

It's crazy.

They put something behind it and it...

I don't know. You know what? I respect books.

Put it back.

I'll put it back nicely.

It's going to fall again.

Here, we respect books.

But every time, always comes from there. Yes, it's really on your side I think.

How? How? Why can't he stay where he is?

Oh my god.

Wait, but how did they do it?

It's really stylish.

I'm shocked. Why does he they do that? It's so stylish! I'm shocked!

Why is he leaving like that? I'm here, I respect you! I said I respected you! I said I respect you!

He's trying to put you back, you're falling over...

I'm putting you back nicely, where are we?

You have to leave him on the floor. That scared me. Go, we won't bother you anymore. You want to do your thing, stay on the floor. You don't deserve to be in a library. It always comes from there.

Now I'm careful. Terrifying.

I'm careful. I bring back my emotions.

My heart is...

I touched something.

Ah! Ah!

So funny.

Where was I? I screamed. My mother ran, panicked, and pressed against her. Oh yes, there was a plate on the floor, that she had never seen before. The next day, I told her everything,

but she just sighed and said,

You made a nightmare, my daughter, forget it.

Believe your children, it's horrible. I swear, there's nothing more frustrating.

After, she's 4 years old.

Yeah, but if she goes out and sees that there's a plate? Yeah, I admit. That's so weird.

I admit.

And then she says, yeah, no, no, you find a plate in the garden, that's weird. Yeah, it's weird that there's a plate in your garden. It's weird. So, I tried to forget. But I never succeeded. For years, this image came back in my dreams.

Oh! full of hatred, a trembling voice. You think your cousin is your cousin. You're really stupid.

Your father slept with your aunt. Your aunt. Your so-called cousin is your brother. And your mother doesn't know anything. She's been lying to you all along. The tea!

What?

It's a horror thing that mixes left and right. It's crazy, I think it must have been a lead and he was put in the flip because he must be scared. It's amazing, keep going, I love it.

But so good.

But how is that? Your cousin is your brother?

Wait, what? I stayed a moment without understanding.

Us too. A violent and rising anger. Then a violent anger rose. I saw the lights there. If we ignore it, it won't do. If we ignore it, nothing will happen. I stayed for a moment without understanding. Then a violent anger rose.

I screamed, I caught her, I hit her. She laughed, a bad laugh, as if seeing me lose control satisfied her. And since that day, I have never addressed her again. But her words never left me.

Well, uh ...

But it's a trauma. You're there, you see a girl in the rain, who does I don't know what, she talks ...

I admit that at 4 years old, it's something you forget.

But never, it's a trauma. Yeah, yeah, yeah. And then there's a plate, empty, I think. And then, she's yelling at you about family secrets, when you didn't ask for anything.

Yeah.

Zinzin.

But those words never left me. I started to observe my aunt, my father, their eyes, their silence, this strange proximity that I had always found familiar, except that now I knew why. Oh, because Louis is hitting his wife's sister.

Gossip.

It's a flippin' gossip. And yet, I never made the connection with the woman in the blue dress. For me, it was a stranger, an apparition, a child's nightmare. Years passed, then, in winter, my aunt got really sick. She hardly spoke anymore, but one evening, she asked to see my mother and me. Her voice was weak, trembling.

Her eyes looked heavy, with things she had been wearing for too long. She said, I don't want to leave without telling the truth. And then, everything fell.

It was her!

Oh yeah, the woman from the garden? It was her. Oh yeah, the gardener's wife?

It was her? Yeah, maybe.

Why a plate?

It's the plate that's giving me trouble.

Really?

She admitted having a relationship with my father, that my cousin wasn't my cousin but my brother. And then, she added, in a broken voice, what you saw in the garden when you were little,

it was me.

It was her.

But why?

And a blue dress, in the rain, with the hair. I don't know, my beautiful top.

For an umbrella.

Yes. For an umbrella, top.

A coherent story. I stayed frozen. The world around me stopped. It continued, eyes full of tears. Yes, it was me. That night I had put things in your garden.

Powder, tissues, animal blood, linked objects. I did witchcraft so that the truth would remain hidden. I wanted your father to never forget me. I wanted no one to ever discover what I had done. But today, I regret it. Forgive me. My mother collapsed into tears. I was shaking.

Because this woman I thought had come out of a child's nightmare, it was her, my aunt, the woman in blue dress, the one who had buried our secrets in our own garden. Since that day, I have never looked at the garden the same way. When it rains, I close the curtains. But sometimes, at night, when everyone is asleep, I still hear those murmurs through the rain.

And I wonder if, somewhere, the land of the garden has not kept a little of its black magic. Wow! I love the story. It was really good. At first I didn't understand it, but it's full of witchcraft. I loved it. I love... sorry, because your story is terrible because it's scary. Yes, we stayed on the garden woman and everything, but the story is terrible.

Oh yeah, and you have tea. Yes.

So there, basically...

I think love and relationships. Yeah, I think love and relationship for that. I think that it was a bit of a gossip and it was a bit of a flip. No, but honestly it was really good. It was awesome. The tent in witch mode, it's very serious.

It's crazy. And to say that all this time the person you saw in the garden was your aunt. The things with the wires, where you burn them. The animal blood. Yes, she said he put animal blood. That's very serious. That's weird. The tent was very weird. OK, I loved it.

I suggest... He whistled behind my door. It's going to make me anxious. Wait, wait, wait. He whistled behind my door, in the closet. The noises in the hallway.

Oh my god, there are some great ones! I almost escaped a serial killer. Oh, I haven't seen this one. I almost escaped. Go ahead. Hi Magla and her thrilling guest.

My name is Elena, I'm 22 years old. At the time, I was dating for a long time, starting in high school. A little lost, I decided to go on dating sites. After a few days, I matched with a guy named Kaa. He was awesome. Gentleman, well-educated, perfect.

Naturally, after a few weeks, we decided to meet in a restaurant in the city. The date was perfect. After this wonderful meal, I agreed to follow him home to go for a coffee. Always put your location to your friends! After 10 minutes of walking, we arrived in a rather unhealthy neighborhood. I didn't judge. I thought that a young man like him surely lacked means.

But when I entered his apartment, a sudden nausea took me. As I crossed the threshold, an unsalable smell came to my nose. Wow, a metallic smell. What can I say? Bloody.

Yeah.

My date was making coffee while I was sitting on the sofa, a little disheveled. A fan of horror stories as I am, I caught myself, and I decided to tell him it was late and that I had things to fix for the next day. I left as soon as I could, because I didn't really feel the atmosphere of this apartment.

Days passed, and I had no news of him. One day, I was passing by the alleys leading to his house. So I thought, why not take a detour just out of curiosity? When I arrived in front of the building, what a surprise it was to see it closed, blocked. And luckily, a maintenance agent from wasn't far. I ran to ask him why the building was closed.

The agent looked at me in surprise. You don't know, miss, this building has been abandoned for at least 10 years. What? It was recently closed for an investigation on femicides. Come on, it's okay.

You don't hear the noises, but it's horrible. But horrible? Shocked by the news, but it's horrible. But horrible? Shocked by the news, I went home and did some research, but nothing. Radio silence. I had to wait three months before, by chance, looking at local news, to find an ad

for a femicide in my city. And it's only when they showed the presumed killer that my blood froze, it was him, my date. Horrible, horrible, horrible, horrible. The instinct, however, the instinct she had...

What? So he was young?

A priori, yes. He must have been in his twenties.

Wow.

There. I hope you enjoyed my story. I would like, if possible, that it serves as prevention for young girls who go on dating sites without really knowing where to start. Yes. Yes. Be vigilant girls. I sent you by mail the links of the murder information channels. I wish you a terrifying evening, two kisses. I'll watch it outside because if not people will find people, etc.

Families, I don't want them to bother. But... Horrible.

Oh my god.

It's short but...

Sometimes it's... It's short but he let her go. Yeah, he let her go while it could have been worse. But luckily she went back to him. She would have never known. Imagine, she would have seen him again. But that's the thing. Oh, how sad. But after that, I think it's traumatizing to have dates. Well, honestly...

I've never been on a dating app, but it really scares me. Sometimes you don't know who you're talking to. You don't know who it is. It's scary. Anxiety! But since Flip and Go Sleep, the number of Tinder stories we have Not necessarily Tinder, but dating apps Always be careful!

Always the location

We never know

Location, you warn your friends Always in a public place, dates Preferably You don't know

I don't know? Oh wow.

I don't know if I'd go to that person's house right away. I'd just go to a restaurant.

No, I don't think so. I'm too paranoid.

Yeah.

I'd rather be at home, Pepe. Yes! I don't date, so... I loved it. When we say we love it, it's not that we love that you suffer, obviously, but the story was well told, it was...

But still, the chances of finding a serial killer?

Yes. Really, I think she says it, it's the first one she dates?

Yeah, I think so.

Damn, the proba, my dear, it's terrible. After that, you don't want to do it again. So he stays, he wh's left behind my door. That.

In the closet.

Oh, the two of them. The room with the mirror. I don't like that. I don't like it because my room only has mirrors. Yeah.

It's scary.

I don't know, apparently you shouldn't have a mirror in front of your bed. I think it's in Feng Shui. And it's bad for energy, etc. Oh yeah? I'm screwed. I rent my house... I don't know what's changing. I don't know. People might be able to explain it to us. But I think it's a real rule. You know, I'm completely screwed because I have my bed,

and my closet, which is embedded in the wall, is just mirrors.

Oh shit.

I can't do anything. But do you feel a difference? No. No, not good. I admit, I say that, I don't know. It doesn't change anything? Because I had been told, when I moved in my apartment 4 years ago, I had put my mirror in front of my bed. And I was doing stories.

And I was told, don't put your mirror there. And why? It's a real thing, I had received a lot of... Ah, it opens the doors of spirituality. I don't know if I believe it, but I removed the mirror. So you don't have a mirror anymore? Not in front of my bed.

I was like, I don't know.

You never know. Yes.

There is a shadow in the night. I like that. Ah, there is a good day. Oh, with the axe where it's needed. I think your story is the best of the evening. Hello Magla, hello to your team and to your guest, Glow who is stunning.

Today I wanted to share with you a paranormal experience that happened to me about 6 years ago. I like it, there is a mix of paranormal and not paranormal, I love it when it's like that. At that time, I lived in a small town in Normandy, by the sea. It's a region strongly marked by the Second World War, with many bunkers, hidden in the woods and on the cliffs.

Among these forests, there was one, right next to my house, where I went every day to walk my dogs. Since I was a little girl, I have always been sensitive to energy. Sometimes I felt presence, seeing inexplicable things. And in these woods, some areas were particularly uncomfortable for me.

In some places, the air became so heavy that I preferred to run, while other places were, on the contrary, peaceful. Despite everything, I had my habits and I returned to them daily. One day, while I was walking with my mother, we passed in front of a well-known turn. At this place, a concrete barrier had been installed to prevent falls, because beyond it was empty. On one of the poles of this barrier,

ivy had grown in a strange way, forming a human silhouette. In the darkness of the evening, this shape gave the impression that a person was standing there, staring at us in the shadow. It was a disturbing, almost oppressive feeling. That day, for no apparent reason, tapit dans l'ombre à nous observer. C'était une sensation troublante, presque oppressante.

Ce jour-là, sans raison apparente, ma mère a été envahie par une peur soudaine. Pour se rassurer, et un peu pour rire, elle s'est énervée, a commencé à taper dans le lierre et à l'insulter.

Mais elle t'a rien fait ! Mais non, le pauvre ! I didn't do anything. Poor thing. But if she's scared, I understand. You know, you do that to...

Yeah, to laugh.

To not freak out.

And it's with your daughter, you know, your mom. Yeah, but the bedsheet didn't do anything to you.

Just because it looks like something you like.

I hope she didn't press it.

Yes. Poor bedsheet. We then went home, quickly forgetting this episode. That night, I was sleeping in my room with my ex-boyfriend. In the middle of the night, I woke up abruptly, overwhelmed by a feeling of oppression, as if someone was looking at me. My bed was facing my door,

and I immediately noticed something abnormal. My door was wide open. And in the shadow of the corridor, half hidden behind the door,

a huge silhouette was watching me.

Oh no. No. Wait, but...

What?

Am I crazy? Is it moving?

I actually heard noises.

You didn't hear?

No.

I'm sorry, but actually, I heard... Something fell. I heard something go... And then I heard a Something fell. I heard something go... And then I heard a woman speak.

Ok, I didn't hear it, but that's good.

I'm getting dizzy.

What's happening? I see things.

It's funny.

We didn't have a point to catch.

It's funny, isn't it? We didn't have a point to catch the other one! It's not going well!

Go on, go on, I'm not looking anymore.

And in the shadow of the corridor, half hidden behind the door, a huge silhouette was watching me. My first reflex was to turn to my boyfriend, thinking he might be dreaming. They have a lot of sleepwalkers in our stories. But no, he was sleeping deeply next to me. When I turned around, the silhouette was still there,

motionless, the face masked by darkness. She was standing right behind the frame, staring at me from the corner of the door. My heart was beating like crazy. I reached for my phone, put I sat down on my bedside table to turn on the flashlight.

There was already a flashlight. Yes, it's already quite a long time ago. At the same time, I heard a rushing noise.

Something was about to start in the hallway.

Horrible. The sound was distinct. An object had just been hit. When I turned on the light, I saw a jump and a snake thrown into the corridor. But there was really someone there.

But no more trace of the silhouette. I got up, inspected the apartment, but nothing. Just this thrown jump and a heavy silence. The next morning, I told my family what had happened. Their answer was... it was a nightmare.

No, it's not a nightmare. Sorry, I'm so jealous.

No, it's not.

Normally, in a nightmare, you wake up, you scream like never before. It's not really like that. It's... It's too hard.

Even in a sleepwalk, it's... I don't know.

Can you do night terrors coupled with sleepwalking? Like, can you sleepwalk and wake up in the middle of the kitchen screaming? I think so. Honestly, I think so.

Yeah?

But, no, it's true that she didn't wake her boyfriend up. Why didn't she wake up her darling? I don't know. Honestly, stop being polite when you're afraid of hearing people. Yeah, really. I think it's just so that the person next to you believes you. Yeah, and sees what you're doing. Yeah.

Because the fact that there's...

The...

The...

The shadow.

Yeah. It moves.

You're with someone in the hallway.

And the objects that were hit too. That's so weird. Yeah. It was horrible. But it didn't make any sense. I couldn't move, turn on my phone, get up. Hey, I have a feeling. Listen to me. I was neither paralyzed nor confused.

I was convinced I saw something real.

The floor is creaking over there.

Don't worry, I...

But it's not okay! Miss... No! No! No possession, no! I'm just gonna... AAAAAAAH! Are you kidding me? No! No! No possession! No! No!

We're not saying anything! Who's friend are you?

Shit!

Sir, we need to help you! We need a corpse.

We can't leave you like this!

He's cute in the background!

No, no!

No, it's fine. Don't move!

Oh no!

Wait. We're going to put you... Oh no!

Well, good luck!

Otherwise he was fine...

Ah!

I thought he was moving!

Come here!

Oh, well, do your thing! Wow, sublime!

You know how to do that!

There you go, that's great, have fun!

Look, he's coming down!

Oh, Slay!

Slay!

Honestly...

You're a corpse!

Work!

Come on!

Come on, let's do it again! That same evening, we went back to the forest to walk the dogs. Obviously, the event of the day before still haunted me. As we passed in front of the turnstile, my blood froze. The lierre was completely dead. Maybe because your mother was shooting in it. Maybe it was Adamant who was going to pee very quickly... But no, you know, she had hit it.

Because she had...

The bed, it's true that the bed is dead, yes, sorry, I dissociated. I was on the mop. Wait, it's because of Louis, your friend. Wait, but why did the bed break?

Well, you know, she got angry in...

Yeah, but it doesn't rot. Yes, no, I don't think so. Unless it really unhooked the whole thing and... I don't know.

But even in one day? But yeah, now it's completely dead. The next day, it had detached from the concrete, brown, flirty, as if it had been literally emptied of its sieve. I immediately made the link, but I didn't understand how it could all be linked.

Okay. But I didn't understand how it could be all connected. Ok.

She thinks that it's by hitting the bed that there's something there. Like, do you have the bed's spirit that came to haunt them?

I don't know, there's something with this pole.

It's weird.

The pole of the turn.

Since the beginning, when she passes in front of her, they're scared. Yes, it's true that she has anxiety and The fact that her mother hits the thing, even though it's a plant. Maybe it woke up something and she saw it.

What are you looking at?

I don't know, I hear tic-tic-tic.

Yes, I hear it too.

I'm not used to these stories.

You're scaring me.

No, no, no, maybe it's the scariest thing in this play. But it's weird. I really want to know the rest. She made a link but she didn't understand how it could be linked. A persistent presence. The next night, I decided to leave my door open. No way.

Hoping to see this presence again and understand what it was.

I love you.

No?

Yes, I like the mood. I think it's super brave, but I've never done that. But we're two. Like, I'm never alone.

Yes. I've never done that. But we're two. Like, I'm never alone. Yes! There's always someone with me. Maybe he still has his boyfriend, yeah.

But you know, I don't understand why people, when they live in a haunted house or something, we have iPhones, Samsung, all that stuff, which are super convenient. Why is it always filmed, like, with a pan? It's crazy! With a fix! Yeah, like, you have great phones. Why don't you put a phone or a lot of things in a haunted house that you always have connected and you film everything?

Well, yeah, I don't know.

I want to see, but I would love to see something paranormal like that. I think I would like to see it, but not live it for me, you know? Yeah. Like just for the session. I think I would like to live it.

Oh yeah? Yeah.

Wouldn't you be scared? A little, but on the other hand, I'd like to... If it exists, it's crazy, it means that... Yes, I agree. There are so many other things that can exist.

That's why it intrigues me, but...

I could be a magician.

You know, I always...

Okay, I have to confess.

Go ahead.

Did you want to be a witch when you were little?

I wanted to be a fairy.

I love it. So you wanted to be a witch? I wanted to be a witch and sometimes I trained to throw things. I was convinced that I could trick objects.

Yes!

Have you tried?

We're crazy!

Oh, have you also? I saw a TikTok, I'm sorry, we digress, but there's a guy who did a TikTok and I have a lot of friends who sent it to me, boyfriends, who said, wait, are you really doing this? I learned that girls among them, they said, she has too much of a witch mood, like we said, yes, witch, mermaid, vampire, fairy, on the girls' bodies.

Oh, I've never done that!

Oh yeah, fuck, me and my friends, we do it, but it's natural, it's a logical thing in our country. But it's so good! When we see a girl, for example, when I have a girlfriend that I see, And for us, we categorize like that. I think I think about it unconsciously. Everyone has a vibe. But I admit I don't say it like that.

We do it all the time. And the guy is like, you really do that? And my friends send it to me. What kind of vibe do I have? Oh, you have a fairy. I swear, you have a fairy.

Oh yeah?

Oh, but crazy.

Yes.

Damn, so you can have it either way, troll, ogre, trash, I'm kidding, sorry! It's true, but the adjectives are different, but hey! It's okay, it categorizes you for cool things too!

Maybe prince, there must be prince, right?

What could we...

It's true that for guys Wait, what else? Prince. Sorry, but Ogre is still there.

Yes.

Are there any? Do you have any vibes? No, Trash was not bad too. Trash. Yeah, you know what? Prince, Trash, Ogre. What else would we have? Werewolf. So much werewolf. But yes. I think there are some, without wanting to, not in the attitude, but there are some who have a bit of serial killer vibes. You see what I mean? Sometimes the somewhat insistent looks, you see? Yeah, yeah, yeah. And then they end up on Netflix.

Oh, it's so funny. Now when you go to see people, you know what? We have to... Wait, excuse me, my hair is a mess. Me too. They're getting in. We have vampire, witch, fairy, mermaid. You, we're going to put... We're going to put trash.

Pirates, ninja... Ninja, not bad. Knight? Knight is fine with prince, no? There are other categories, so we can put them. Trash, ogre, serial killer, rat.

Rat? Not bad.

Ok, the rest of this story.

Yes, wait, we have to finish. Wait, where was I? I don't remember.

She called you yesterday, he fucked her. And she thinks they are possessed by the spirit of the liar.

Ah, yes, she left the door open, hoping to see the present again and understand what it was, but she never came back. However, the shadow seemed to have left a mark in my house.

What?

She feels there's always something.

Yeah. My 15-year-old brother, who slept in the next room, also felt a strange presence. First, he wasn't alone. Several people, sensitive to energy,

told me they felt something strange coming to our house. So it's the house!

It's the house that has a strange thing. Then the phenomena started. Electric breakdown, leakage, a wall that was suddenly rotting. That's so weird. The humidity, the bad weather.

It's true that everything happens at once, it's weird. That's horrible. The humidity, everything suddenly happens, it's weird.

It's horrible. It was at this moment that I decided to purify my space. Since then, I have never seen this shadow again. Today, I moved. I have no contact with my mother. So I don't know if other phenomena

occurred after my departure. I am in a relationship with a new man. And I have never lived such an intense experience. But I am convinced of one thing, it was not a nightmare. I have the impression that this silhouette was linked to the liars in the forest, but I will never know exactly why. Maybe the act of my mother provoked it, or maybe this presence was there long before.

And maybe I will never have the answer. Tess.

Oh wow. I maybe I'll never have the answer. Tess. Oh wow.

I think I know.

I think the mother...

It's your ex.

It's your ex, the problem.

You changed a guy, there was no problem.

Exactly. Or the mother, she doesn't talk to her mother anymore.

It's true that it's maybe the mother in the end.

It's your mother who was possessed. She's the one who provoked the thing by hitting the... But why did she hit the bed? I mean, even if it looks like a silhouette, it's weird to want to hit the bed and suddenly nothing happens. I think it's really weird that she saw a silhouette and that there was a noise, so it's very palpable.

With inverted doors, yeah. It looks like someone came into the house.

No, for sure.

Maybe, in reality, someone came and wanted to rob. You know, robbing is really a worry. I think no one likes that, but...

My number one worry. It's so scary. Yeah. But especially when you're inside.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. You don't know, but one day when I was living in my old house in Angers, it was about 8 months ago, at one point I woke up, and you know, your instinct tells you something weird is going on. I woke up in a sweat in my bed, and my dog, I don't know if your dogs do that,

she has very particular drowsiness depending on what's going on, and when she's very worried, you know she's worried. And she comes and wakes me up and whines in a way that I'm like, Oh my god, something's wrong. There's a real problem. So I wake up, I'm a bit dizzy, and my room was in front of my stairs, and the stairs lead straight to the door.

I get up, the door was open, in the middle of the night, 4 or 5am And so I'm there I'm like, what happened? First thing I think of is my cats They don't come out I'm afraid they'll get crushed What's happening?

I see the door open, my cat comes in

It wasn't on purpose

It wasn't on purpose, that's the funniest part.

What?

So it was just your cat?

Yeah, I don't know, the door was open and I was sure I locked it the day before. And that's so weird. I was sure I locked the door and I remember doing the gesture like that.

No but...

And it bugged and I did it again. We're not going to talk about it now but I have a theory.

The cat.

No.

What?

I'm not going to say it.

Okay, you'll tell me later. Yes.

You'll tell me later.

I have a theory.

Wait, I'm not getting back in there.

Paul, is that you?

It's not you?

Oh, really? What do you want to do? Sorry, I'm just thinking.

That's enough!

I'm just wiping my nails.

Are you ok?

I'm scared.

Me too. I'm taking the tablet. I'm scared. But if you want to read twice, it's with pleasure. If you don't want to read, I'm not forcing you. I prefer to listen. Do you want me to read twice, that's fine. If you don't want to read, I don't force you. I prefer to listen.

Do you want me to read for the rest? There's no problem. You're at home, you do what you want. I like it when you read. You're used to it. You put the tone. I read everything. But I was too scared. But my cat, who came back, I was like, what the hell? And thanks to my channel, which woke me up. For sure. So there was nothing?

Nothing, I looked, nothing was stolen, etc. But what was weird was that at the door, you could see that something was forced. You know, at the keyhole, when I put the keys back, you know, it was a bit stuck. It was hard to turn and everything.

But you had cameras or something? Yeah, but none of them were turned on. And nothing at all. So it wasn't a... Oh, and no, it didn't work that night by chance. It was too weird, it was too, too weird. Oh my god.

And you weren't worried more than that? Well, yes, I was very anxious.

Oh, yes, yes, yes.

I thought, well, it's no use being anxious anymore. We'll see. But in this case, you can't do anything. The noises in the corridor? Oh yes! Or... no, they were whistling behind my door, sorry. Oh yes, yes. The things where it was whistling, we had one, where it was whistling back in the woods.

Anxiety.

A person whistling, and she hears the same whistling in the distance. But how is that, whistling in a... And it's whistling the same way. Horrible. It's horrible. Hello Magla, hello Aton, or your wonderful guest, a hello to the chat too, and of course to the production.

No, not hello to the production! They've been scaring us since earlier.

They're scaring us.

They're scaring us too much.

Today, I'm going to tell you a story that happened to me four years ago. One of those that put me on the spot and that explains why even today I have this coat that probably saved my life. Oh la la, I'm putting this down.

How is that?

I was 21 years old. It was my first apartment all alone. It was not like the others. Stuck between the ground floor and the basement, with a small staircase to access it. The building was old, a bit unsanitary, and the general atmosphere was already cold in the back. In front of my door, there was a strange green space that looked like it was outside.

The building, built on a slope, looked like it was twisted, shifted, not really logical. In short, I've been living there for a few months already. In a not-so-great neighborhood, but I was a student, I didn't really out my trash. Three bags in all. As always, I plan to go back and forth twice. And here, an important detail, I have a catch. I always closed my keyhole. Absolutely. All the time. She's right.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, always close your keyholes, you never know. Even to go get the mail, even to go out for a minute. I always close. Oh yeah, no, but... I also have that thing too. But imagine you don't close the key. In the space of 100 minutes, you have someone watching you all the time. And who says, oh, for once, she didn't close. I heard a girl, a girl we know,

who told us, who said she had just left to throw the trash away, and she hadn't closed the key. And as soon as she came back, she had been robbed. Oh yeah? Just the time she came back. So that means the person was watching her. Yeah, horrible.

So now I close all the time, I don't care.

Yeah, we never know. Really. Sometimes my relatives ask me, why are you closing?

I'm like, no, I'm closing, let me close.

But in reality, imagine the person is there at a bad time, who has that moment? No. No, I close all the time. All the time? Even to get the mail, I always close. I take two bags. I go out, I drop them. I go home, I close the door as usual. I take the third bag and I go to the exit.

But when I reach the door, I stop. The handle moves. Slowly at the beginning. As if someone was trying to see if the door was opening.

Oh no...

Then suddenly it started shaking, shaking frenetically. I freeze. My heart explodes in my chest. Someone is trying to enter my home. I'm alone. A young woman in a disturbing neighborhood.

And there is an unknown person pushing on my wrist.

Oh, what a nightmare.

Oh, that's horrible.

I slowly put my bag down, Oh, that's horrible. I feel like time stretches infinitely. And suddenly, silence. Silence even more chilling than the steps. I understood that he was right there, behind the door. Horrible, it's chilling me. What do you want to do? You're stuck at home, you're locked up.

We have nothing to do.

Then a whistling. A regular whistling every five seconds. As if he was announcing his presence. As if he was waiting for me to crack. But he's terrifying. every five seconds. As if he was announcing his presence. As if he was waiting for me to crack. But he's terrifying.

Yeah, that's what it means. It's not even that he wants to fly. He's there to scare you. Like, he's evil. So, I feel my tears rising, but I don't dare to move.

I grab my phone and send a burst of messages to my boyfriend from back then. He answers me immediately. He arrives with his friends. The police too, right? I think she didn't call the police. I don't know why. I don't know if they arrive fast, but maybe the sadists, his friends, they were closer. Maybe they were next to him.

Sometimes in panic you don't think about everything. It reassures me, but now I'm all alone. So I wait, the knife is held against my chest, my legs are shaking. I'm sure that at any moment, the door will open, and this stranger will be in front of me. Then finally, I hear the footsteps again. He goes up the stairs one last time.

The door of the building slams. Silence. He's gone. I waited 15 minutes, without moving, without breathing. And when finally my boyfriend and his friends arrived, I burst into tears. Then the tourists came. One of his friends said it was probably a dealer

because the girl who lived in my apartment had moved next door. She often received people for quick visits. Yes, well, you don't have the bail of whistling, of say say, I don't know. I don't know. It's weird. In fact, if he goes back and forth, etc. If it was a girl whoate him? Yeah. Oh. I don't know.

Maybe a client who had made a mistake with the door. But I can't believe it. Why this whistling?

Yeah.

Why was he standing there, just behind my door, as if he wanted me to know he was there? Maybe he saw me take out my trash and he had seized the opportunity. The front door of the building was badly closed. Once in a while, she stayed in the open. That night, he was lucky. But luckily, so was I. Because without my lock, without this habit of closing doors systematically, he would have maybe gone in. It's really the butterfly effects.

For sure, he would have gone in.

It's crazy. That was my story. Since that night, I've been closing my door even more. And honestly, I prefer to keep this lock all my life, it means staying safe. So to you who are listening, here is the moral. Always check your locks before going to sleep.

You never know who could try to turn the handle. Good night and have a nice dream. Ah, terrifying. The whistling is weird.

Good night.

Good night, go to sleep. Well, you're going to sleep well tonight. Look under the bed, close the key door. What else are we going to have? I saw a closet story, we can go there.

Oh yes, I'm interested in the closet. Yeah, the closet, that's interesting. It's true that when I was little, I really thought there were monsters under the beds,

in the closets and everything. Crazy. Are you still afraid of the dark? Yeah. It's crazy that it doesn't go away. I'm so afraid of the dark. It's irrational fears, like there's a monster. Yes.

It's stupid. You run very fast, like when you need to pee. When I'm alone, it's horrible. I turn off the light, I run in bed like this.

As if someone was chasing me.

We never know.

Whereas if someone was ran faster than me, and the quail wouldn't be a barrier... But that's why I like having my pets. Yes, it's reassuring. I agree. And your dog is big, you can at least protect it. Mine are so small, you think...

I'm happy because they can warn me of a danger. I know that as soon as someone touches the wrist, since they are small dogs, they bark a little. That's good.

So they bark at the slightest noise.

I think they must be aggressive.

You think?

I think if they feel a danger, they attack. They are very small, they attack the ankles. I'm sorry, it hurts. I know my cat, who is dangerous,

my cat attacks him.

Sam is very small, it's a terror. He attacks people with blood. He's so angry. I trust my cat more than my dog. Because he's young? No, he's 6-7 years old. He's always been like that, but he's not secretive. He's just very protective.

I'm his mom. He's mom, mom. You scared me so much. If someone pisses, The opening is weird. So cute! The opening is getting a bit too kinky.

It's to make us smoke. I love smoking, it's so good.

Yeah, it's so good.

Let's smoke!

Wait, it's weird to say it like that.

So... So... What do you want? The closet. I'm not used to being called that! So?

So? What do you want? The closet!

The closet one doesn't look bad.

The closet one is good, right?

Yes.

So, the closet...

I can't press it, fuck!

A closet!

It's great!

Hello Magla, and your magnificent, majestic, unwavering and brilliant guest. So you, your story is up there. I don't often tell this story. Oh, thank you. Not because I'm afraid people will think I'm a liar,

but because every time I think about it, I feel exactly... Oh, it's a boy? Yeah, I like it. Welcome. Every time I think about it, I feel exactly the same cold that seized me that night. Oh yeah? At the time I was 20. I was in my first year at college and I lived in a small student residence.

It was an old, a little gloomy, rehabilitated building, with corridors that smelled of humidity and doors that slammed at the slightest air flow. My room was barely 15 square meters. But I was fine. I was independent. Finally. The first studio had a thing. Mine was 15 square meters meters, but it was...

I don't know, there was something comforting in it. I liked it too much. I think it was my favorite apartment. The first few weeks, nothing unusual. But very quickly, I started noticing strange little things. Once, when I came home from a class, the window was half-open,

even though I had never opened it. Wow, weird. Another time, my notebooks were on the table in a different order. I put that on the account of fatigue, or my memory playing tricks on me. Yeah, it's weird when you start noticing little things.

Yeah, it's actually accumulation.

Yeah, it's not just, oh, I was tired once, so go ahead. It's a lot of little things. Then one evening, when I fogged mirror of the bathroom displayed a word written on the tip of my fingers.

Good evening.

Good evening? Good evening. Polite. Very polite.

Ok. Oh no, I... Horrible. I'm moving. I'm leaving.

Yes, clearly.

It's ok, the studio is...

Yes. I don't want to do it anymore. I'm leaving. I'm leaving. Yes, clearly. It's not a big deal, the studio is...

Yes!

I don't want it anymore. Louis is annoying. He's still here, Louis. He's bothering me under the bed, the bedspread, Louis... I stayed frozen for a few seconds. Duh.

I tried to find a logical explanation. Maybe one of my friends wrote that and I didn't see it. But no one has the keys to my apartment. From there, I started to doubt everything. Every noise seemed suspicious to me. Every squeak in the walls woke me up. One morning, I got up. And my blanket had disappeared.

After a few minutes of panic, I found it carefully folded on the desk chair. No, but that's too much. And the mind does the cleaning. Wow.

It's not the mind.

If he wants to sleep over at my place...

Honestly, I'll let him. It wasn't a coincidence. Someone touched my stuff while I was sleeping. I didn't tell the guard or my friends. Why? Tell us, speak up.

Speak up, please. I think this kind of thing, you have to say it. Yes, yes. You have to say something. Because imagine someone coming to your house. Imagine the guard sees someone coming to your house all this time and he just tells him, it must be a friend.

We don't know. Maybe there's someone who lives there when he's not there. That's not my problem. I don't want to know. I was afraid I'd be taken a paranoia, I was ashamed. But one night, I made a decision.

Film my sleep. Finally!

Is that what I said earlier?

That's not bad. Yes! I put my phone on my desk, camera on, directed to my bed. The next morning,

I woke up as usual. Nothing abnormal, except for this deaf anxiety that didn't leave me. I started the video. For two hours, everything was fine. I was asleep, motionless. Then, around 3am, something changed.

The image showed my closet door, which would slowly open. A man came out of it, tall, thin, dirty hair. That's judgment, that. He was wearing my clothes. One of my jackets was on his shoulders like a cape. He moved to my bed, sat on the edge and stayed there,

looking at me, not moving. For almost an hour. You're laughing. It's horrible. You're scaring me. You know that's one of my phobias, people who live at your place. Like a parasite. Have you seen it?

I don't think so. Maybe.

I'm not saying anything. At times, he would lean slightly...

Wait, he came out of the closet?

He was hidden in the closet.

But a big closet?

I guess he had a big closet. In a studio, yeah. But how can you not see him if you're in a studio? Wait, he's in a studio? Yeah. Yeah? How can you not see him? At times he would lean slightly, as if to better see my face. Great.

I was breathing profusely, unconscious, and he was staring at me. At the end he got up, picked up my blanket, slowly folded it,

and put it on my chair.

Then he...

AAAAAAAAH! What's that noise? Not your problem again. Louis! Louis, you're really pissing me off. Louis, that's too much.

What's that?

I'm telling you, there are things that explode.

I'm under pressure. I'm under pressure.

I'm under pressure.

I'm under pressure. I'm under pressure. Louis, that's too much! What was that?

I'm always thinking that there are things that explode! I'm under pressure right now! I'm under pressure!

Oh my god!

I'm going to pretend that it didn't exist. So what did he do after that? He folded his clothes, he's cute. He's cute? No! I saw him looking watching it at night. I filmed this scene.

So, at the end, he got up, picked up my blanket, slowly folded it and put it on his chest.

You really went like, oh!

You went, oh!

So cute!

Then he went back to the closet, the door closed behind him. I remember dropping my phone. But yes, imagine, you're there, you're watching the video, and you have the closet in front of you. But it's a closet that never opens. Yes, I don't understand.

You don't get dressed?

Yes.

What is it? It's in a style that doesn't change. It's so weird.

OK, yes, there are still noises.

It's very weird.

I opened the closet. There was nothing. But when I opened my eyes, I saw a trap hidden on the ceiling, above the shelf. Wait, but didn't he say he lived in something a little weird? Yes, a little... Between two floors, a little?

Yes.

I had never noticed it existed. The police came, they forced access. Up there, in the vaults, they found a mattress, cans and several objects to me. One of my notebooks, a lighter and even a picture of me recovered I don't know where. The man lived above my room. He came down at night, watched me, tidied up my stuff so that I think I'm going crazy. He was never found. And me, I never sleep in a closed room without checking every corner, every cupboard. Wait, they never found the guy? Never. It's horrible, it's my phobia. Oh yeah... People who live in the ceiling, hidden like that...

But it's not even that they live in the ceiling, it's that he was found with the guy's picture and everything.

It means he had an obsession with the guy, you know?

He sat down, he looked at him sleeping, he put himself like that...

He folded his clothes.

No, he had a weird obsession. There was something so weird. That's a serial killer for me. But he didn't kill her. There wasn't that kink of, I want you to see me do it. No, he did it for himself. That's horrible.

Oh, that's scary.

It really exists. You have that a lot in Japan and in the US. You have the story of the Spiderman from Denver. Basically, to sum it up, in Denver, you had a couple of retired people who lived in a house. They heard noises at night, etc. They thought it was weird, but why not?

And one day, they found the dead grandpa. I think that's it. They never knew why. And sometimes, the grandma left. And the neighbors saw that the house had light, etc. They thought it was weird, there was no one in the house anymore. And I think the police came in at some point,

maybe I remixed it but it's pretty much the same story.

The remix.

The remix.

The featuring with the guy.

We're doing a little feat together, we rewrote the story for you guys. He wrote his own story. And at one point, he was looking everywhere and there was a trap in the ceiling. And there was a guy, a family friend, who had nowhere to go. And he started living in this place because he didn't know what to do. He didn't dare to ask.

And he panicked, he went out one night and the grandfather was there and he killed him by panic.

Killed him.

It was horrible. And it's the Spiderman of Denver because he lived in the attic. Spiderman is a bit of a hero, I don't like that he's the non-Spiderman. It's true that they kind of fucked up the name Spiderman. And so it was the Spiderman of Denver. It's hard that he killed the grandpa. It's traumatic, and he was a friend of the family.

He didn't deserve it. I hate it. The shower. Wait, how was the shower? Oh yes, it's true, he wrote good evening on the mirror. Yes, but crazy, but suddenly yes. So yeah, he's a real fan.

Yeah, I think so.

He's a fan, Burke.

Good point, good point.

So, the corridor, we've already had the corridor. I bit my yellow eyes in the shade. No idea where we're going. The mirror room.

Oh yeah.

What was waiting for me in silence. The apartment that wanted our skin. I don't know. And another mirror. The entrance mirror. What does it say?

As you wish.

The room. Let's go to the mirror room. I like it too. It's not that long.

I don't want to know.

Too late.

The things with the mirrors, it scares me a bit. The Bloody Mary? Yeah. You did that? You did it?

I never did it.

You did it?

But it's not okay.

There's Candyman, Bloody Mary. You want to provoke the thing. There's Candyman, Ludimery... You're so good at this! And there's the White Lady too, I think.

Yeah, it's not in...

No?

I used to play Candyman a lot too.

What's that?

Candyman is an urban legend, and I think it's about bees and honey. Actually, it's about... It's the sugar man. It's the sugar daddy of my childhood. Oh my god.

Wait, wait, wait, tell us, what's the story? I think that's it, you know, it's like Ludimaris, you say Candyman three times in front of the mirror, and he appears. And he comes and kills you. But I think there's a bye with bees. So you say Candyman three times in front of your mirror,

and your sugar daddy comes. is it good for you? There you go, it's good for me. Greetings... On occasion! Don't hesitate, I'm trying this evening, personally,

everyone has their own thing.

Who doesn't try anything. Halloween, we eat sugar. Greetings to the distinguished Miss Magla and her guest, O in color. And you have an O in color!

But...

This person predicted the future.

Frightening. Terrifying, the narrator. I was on a trip in the Finnish countryside.

Stylish.

And I had to sleep in a tiny hotel that looked like it was from another century. Important clarification, I wasn't supposed to sleep in it, because I was supposed to do camping at first, but the weather was absolutely horrible, which made me lower my arms. I'm given the keys to room 203.

I enter, everything seems normal, except for one detail. The walls are covered with mirrors. Not one or two, at least ten. Oh yeah, that's weird.

Ten mirrors?

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, that's weird. I'm sorry, that's terrifying. Small, big, round, old. I think it's great. Oh, all sizes? I'm sorry, that's terrifying. Small, big, round, old. I think it's super strange. Ah, all sizes?

I thought it was something weird.

Weird? Yes! I think it's super strange, but it could have its charm. Except that at night, with the lights off, I still see reflections. Oh no. And you're doing pareidolia, you see faces in it.

I hate that.

With the dark...

Yeah.

I try to sleep, but I have a very unpleasant sensation in my stomach. I can't sleep. I feel my whole body reject the room. As if it felt something I was unable to see. I put on my headphones. If someone comes in, you don't hear it. If something happens, you don't hear it? You don't hear it either. A ghost. The ghost is there, but you don't hear it.

But I'm a bit like that.

In denial?

Yeah, in denial. I think I would have put on my headphones, I would have put on my night mask, and... The moment of survival. Imagine you're under Shakira, the ghost was like My hips don't lie

The ghost doesn't understand, he's like Wait, I put my headphones on I have the vision of the trap

Same, same, hilarious

So funny

I put my headphones on Since listening to calm music helps me relax and sleep Calm, it's not Shak. Oh yeah, sorry. My hips don't lie. But it doesn't pass, I turn them off, unperturbed. But in my bed, I hear a slight noise.

The more time passes, the more it seems to grow. A kind of friction, difficult to describe. Which looks a bit like a fabric rustling. Suddenly, a loud bang, not possible, resonates between the four walls of the room. It's the production! Don't worry. It's Louis!

It's really happening. I stand up suddenly and throw myself on the switch. It's terrifying. It's just someone opening a door. When the light comes back on, I see three mirrors hanging from the wall, broken. Oh wow!

What?

At the bottom of the mirror wall. Oh yeah, three of them fell. So weird. I get up to inspect the crime scene. I can't explain it but I'm very panicked about staying here. Normal.

Yeah, for sure.

I don't touch anything and I try to fall asleep. Even more complicated than before, and it's gone for an unbearable night. The noise continued, and I even heard some kind of whispering near the mirror wall. It's horrible. No, it's really... Why not leave? Why decide to stay?

I don't understand. In horror movies, I understand, because there's no story. You need content in a horror movie. But in real life, you're breaking up. Unless you have nowhere to go.

If the person was standing, maybe...

He had the option of camping, didn't he?

Yeah, but the weather was horrible. I admit, I'd rather be under the rain.

I'd rather be under the rain. I'd rather be under the rain, right?

I touch nothing, I try to fall asleep, even more complicated than before, of course. I turn on the light again, and it's time for an unbearable night. The noise continues, and I even heard whispers near the mirror wall. I even recorded the noise.

You can distinctly hear the words come, and baby. It's a bit scary when you're alone and helpless in this room, without any other solution to get by. Well, I have zero sleep. In the morning, I give them the keys to the room, explaining what happened last night.

They didn't seem surprised. They say, yes, it happens often in this room, we don't know why.

It's everyday?

Ah, in this room?

Only one room? But already remove the mirrors, right? Yeah, and already remove the location. Yeah, just barricade it, make a small room, I don't know. It's crazy, it's crazy to be so stubborn. She added another thing, but her English was almost as good as mine, and I don't understand unfortunately.

Oh, shit.

She must have said, frankly, it will be a little more expensive than expected. Yeah. I don't know if it's because of the rodents walking around the walls or if there's a more supernatural explanation. In any case, I'm quite skeptical of paranormal phenomena. So I tell myself that I just didn't have the chance to fall into the weirdest room in the hotel. Thank you for reading my story, and good luck for the other stories that are probably more scary than mine. No, it was good. Oh no, it was good. You're going to see the person, right? I don't know, I think at this moment I'd like to be surrounded by people, you see?

You're all alone.

I wouldn't like to be all alone, yeah.

It's horrible. In addition, she hears the words come, turn off and baby.

Baby?

Weird, it's too weird. I'm starting to love it.

How are you?

How are you?

How are you? Are you ok? Are you ok? Oh, I'm ok.

Terrible. But why does he leave all the mirrors? I don't understand.

I have the recordings, but it's written content on the supplementary provided. There is yes and there is no drive. Usually they put the drive. She must have forgotten to put it. I think. How so? The joint pieces. Pictures and everything? Yeah, the videos.

Can you send us by email on the mail of Flip and Go Sleep or contact at magla.fr the recordings and I will put them in story so people will have them. I would be very curious.

That's crazy.

But suddenly, where do you hear the voices? Yeah, apparently you hear... I want to know. Ok, wait, mark like him. That room was awesome. But the noises like that...

You'll see, there's a video coming out with JD. I'm not spoiling anything. But it's crazy. We visited something crazy. It was good. Incredible. I know he already said we were together in a video, so I can. I visited something crazy It was good Incredible

I know he already said we were together in a video so I can But it's one of the best shootings I've ever done Really? I love Le Grand JD I don't know if you watch what he does You like horror stuff

Yeah I think I'd like it You'd love it I think he's a talented person He works almost all by himself His shots are beautiful, he takes his time, etc. And he visits a lot of haunted places.

I've never seen him but I've heard about him. I have to watch what he does, I would love to. You'll love it. He even takes dolls that are supposed to be haunted and sleeps with them. He's very down to earth, he tries to decorate everything. But he dreams of living a paranormal thing. So he's very open, but he tries to stay...