He Brought It Inside… and That’s When It Started | After Midnight

0:00Tax season has arrived and doing taxes without the right help can feel overwhelming. Into it, TurboTax is here now to guide you through it with confidence. Match with a TurboTax full-service expert who handles everything for you from start to finish. Your dedicated expert checks every single deduction and credit to help you get the best possible outcome so you can feel confident you're getting every dollar you deserve. And the best part, you'll see real-time updates on your expert's progress right on your phone while you live your life. Plus, you get unlimited expert help at no extra cost, even on nights and weekends during tax season. Visit TurboTax.com. Only available with TurboTax full-service experts, real-time updates only on iOS mobile app. Hey, it's Bubba Wallace from 2311 Racing. You know what feels like forever? Sitting on a plane waiting for take-off. Good thing, I've got Jumbo Casino. With daily boost in social casino games on tap, this is a kind of fun that makes time fly. Why not TurboTax charge a downtime? Play now at JumboCasino.com. Let's Jumbo.

1:02Sponsored by Jumbo Casino, no purchase necessary, VGW GroupFord, where prohibited by law, 21 plus terms and conditions apply. It's tax season, and by now, I know we're all a bit tired of numbers, but here's an important one you need to hear, $16 billion. That's how much money and refunds the IRS flagged for possible identity fraud. Here's another one. One in four honest, hard-working, tax-paying Americans has been a victim of identity theft, but it's not all grim news. LifeLock monitors millions of data points per second for your personal information and alerts you to threats you could easily miss on your own. If your identity is stolen, LifeLock's US-based restoration specialist will fix it, backed by another good number. The million dollar protection package. In fact, restoration is guaranteed or your money back. Don't face identity theft and financial losses alone. There's strength in numbers with LifeLock identity theft protection for tax season and beyond. Visit LifeLock.com slash iHeart and save up to 40% your first year.

2:02That's 40% off at LifeLock.com slash iHeart. Terms apply. Drew McIntyre here from WWE. Wheeled in the claymore can be a life of chaos. When i'm not dominating in the ring, Chumba Casino is how this warrior takes a wee break. With hundreds of online social games and new weekly releases, there's always something fresh to try. And those daily boosts, next level, even my free time feels like foul-halla. So when life feels like a battle, kick up your feet, have some fun, and let's Chumba. No purchase necessary, VGW Group Boyd we're prohibited by law CTs and Cs 21 Plus sponsored by Chumba Casino. Midnight has passed, and in the stillness of these hours, the hauntings are never silent. This is real ghost stories online, after midnight. The property had been sitting empty long enough that most people in the area had stopped paying attention to it, which was part of the reason the price made sense when they first saw it.

3:04It wasn't in terrible shape, but it had clearly been neglected for years, with the kind of wear that comes from time rather than damage. The house itself was livable with some work, and the outbuilding behind it. Something between a shed and a small workshop looked like it hadn't been opened in just as long. That was what drew his attention first. He'd always liked having a separate space to work on things, even if he didn't have a specific project in mind yet, and the idea of clearing it out and making it usable again felt like a good place to start. The door stuck when he tried to open it as if the frame had settled just enough to hold it in place, but after forcing it a little, it gave way with a sound that suggested it hadn't been moved in a long time. The air inside was stale and heavy, carrying the smell of dust, an old wood that had been closed off from everything else for years. Light filtered in unevenly through a small window, just enough to make out the shapes of what had been left behind. There wasn't much, a few tools that had rusted beyond use,

4:06a workbench that had warped slightly over time and in the far corner, angled toward the wall, as if it had been pushed out of the way and forgotten was the chair. It didn't stand out at first. It was just a wooden rocking chair worn but intact. The kind of thing that might have been used for years before being set aside and replaced. The finish had faded in places, and one of the arms showed signs of repair, but nothing about it suggested it was beyond saving. If anything, it looked like something that had been kept for a long time before being left behind. He stepped closer, brushing a layer of dust from the backrest with his hand, more out of habit than curiosity, and noticed that the wood beneath it was still solid. It would take some work to clean it up, maybe a little sanding and refinishing, but it wasn't the kind of project that required much thought. That was what made the decision easy. He carried it out later that afternoon without giving it much more consideration,

5:08setting it just inside the house near the living room while he figured out where it would go. At that point, it was just another thing he had found on the property. Something worth keeping instead of throwing away. For the rest of the day, it stayed where he left it. Nothing about it felt unusual. That first night passed without anything that stood out. The house still felt unfamiliar in the way new places always do with small sounds that hadn't settled into anything recognizable yet, but nothing about it felt out of place. The chair remained exactly where he had set it. The next day, he moved it. Not far just enough to clear space while he worked, shifting it a few feet closer to the wall, so it wasn't in the way. He didn't think about it again after that, and by the time evening came around, it had already blended into the room in a way that made it feel like it had always been there. It wasn't until later that night that he noticed something was slightly off. He had been sitting in the living room for a while reading or watching something he couldn't remember later when he became aware of the chair again, not because it had made a sound

6:12or done anything obvious, but because it felt like it wasn't where he had left it. At first, he dismissed the thought. It wasn't unusual to misremember small details like that, especially in a place that still felt new, and there was nothing about the chair itself that confirmed it had actually been moved. It sat against the wall the same way it had earlier. Angle just slightly toward the room, the runner's resting flat against the floor. He stood up and walked past it, not stopping, just close enough to look at it from a different angle as if that might resolve whatever felt off about it. Nothing changed. It looked the same as it had before, and there was no reason to think it had been moved at all. By the time he went to bed, he had already let it go. The next morning, the chair was a little farther out from the wall, not enough to draw attention right away, but enough that when he walked into the room, he paused without fully understanding why. It took a moment for him to place what was different, and even then it didn't feel significant enough to question. He assumed he had moved it.

7:15That explanation made sense, and there was no reason to look for another one, so he didn't. He pushed it back slightly as he passed by and went on with the rest of his day. It happened again that night, not in a way he saw and not in a way that made a sound, but in the same quiet shift that had no clear beginning and no obvious cause. One moment, it was where he expected it to be, and the next it wasn't quite there anymore, angled just enough that it felt like it had been adjusted rather than moved outright. This time he noticed it right away. He stood there a little longer than he had the night before looking at it without getting any closer, trying to decide if it had actually changed or if he was just paying more attention to it than he needed to. There was still nothing about it that confirmed anything, no sound, no movement, just a chair that didn't seem to stay in the same place for very long. He told himself it was the floor. The house wasn't perfectly level and it wouldn't have been the first time something had shifted slightly without being noticed. That explanation held well enough that he didn't feel the need to question it

8:17further, even as he adjusted it again and made a point of noticing where it sat before leaving the room. Later that night he heard it, not loudly and not in a way that could be mistaken for something else, but clearly enough that it stood out against the quiet of the house. A soft, slow creek, the kind of sound a wooden rocker makes when it shifts just slightly against the floor. He didn't move right away. He sat there for a moment, listening, waiting to hear it again, but the house had already settled back into silence. Whatever had made the sound didn't repeat, and without anything to follow it, it was easy to place it alongside the other small noises he had already gotten used to. Still, when he finally stood and looked toward the chair, it wasn't where he had left it. It had moved just enough to face farther into the room as though it had been turned slightly while no one was watching. That was the first time it didn't feel like nothing. He didn't go near it right away. Instead, he stood where he was, looking at it from across the

9:19room, trying to decide whether it was worth walking over and adjusting again, or if it was better to leave it where it was and ignore it. After a moment, he chose the second option. He turned off the light and went to bed, leaving the chair where it sat. Even then, it didn't feel like a problem. Not yet. By the next morning, the chair was back against the wall. That was the first thing he noticed when he walked into the living room, not because he had expected it to be there, but because he had gone to bed deliberately, leaving it out in the open. For a moment, he stood in the doorway, trying to remember if he had moved it before turning in for the night, but nothing about that felt familiar. It was the kind of detail that should have been easy to recall. Still, the explanation came just as easily as it had before. He had probably adjusted it without thinking. The same way people moved things slightly throughout the day without keeping track of it. The house was still new, his routine wasn't fully settled and small inconsistencies were easy to overlook. He let

10:23it go. The rest of the day passed without anything that stood out. He stayed busy, moving from one project to another, focusing on things that required his attention rather than the small details that didn't. By the time evening came around, the chair had already slipped back into the background again, just another piece of furniture that happened to be in the room. It wasn't until later that night that it drew his attention again. He was in the kitchen this time, finishing up something simple before heading to bed when he heard the sound carry from the other room. It wasn't loud and it didn't last long, but it was distinct enough that it didn't blend in with the normal sounds of the house, a soft shift, and the faint familiar creek of wood under weight. He paused, listening for it to continue, but like before, it stopped as soon as he focused on it. For a moment, he considered ignoring it. The house had already proven it could make noise on its own, and there was nothing about what he had heard that couldn't be explained if he chose to look at it that way. But something about the repetition made it harder to dismiss completely, and after standing

11:27there longer than he intended, he walked into the living room. The chair had moved again, this time it wasn't subtle enough to question. It sat farther out from the wall than it had that morning angled slightly toward the hallway, as though it had been turned with intention rather than shifted by accident. The difference wasn't dramatic, but it was clear enough that he didn't need to convince himself of it. He stood there for a moment looking at it, then he crossed the room and pushed it back. He didn't force it all the way against the wall just enough to return it to where it had been before, or at least where he believed it had been. The runners scraped lightly against the floors that moved, producing the same sound he had heard earlier. Only this time it came from his own hands. That detail stayed with him. He stepped back and looked at it again, making a point of noticing the position more carefully than he had before, as if committing it to memory would prevent the same question from coming up again later. After that, he turned off the light and went to bed. Sometime during the night, he woke up. He wasn't sure what had caused it at first.

12:32The house was quiet and nothing immediately stood out as different, but there was a lingering sense that something had pulled him out of sleep rather than him waking up on his own. He stayed still listening. At first, there was nothing. Then slowly, the sound came again, a faint, uneven creek. It didn't repeat in a steady rhythm, and it didn't carry the same weight as a full rocking motion, but it was enough to recognize what it was. It sounded like the chair shifting slightly, the wood responding to pressure that wasn't quite consistent. He didn't get up right away. Instead, he lay there trying to decide whether it was worth checking or if it would stop on its own the way it had before. The longer he listened, the harder it became to ignore, not because it grew louder, but because it continued just enough to feel deliberate. Eventually, he sat up. He didn't turn on the light. He stepped into the hallway and stood there for a moment, letting his eyes adjust to the dark, listening for any movement that might explain what he had heard. He moved slowly

13:33toward the living room, stopping just short of the doorway as the space came into view. The chair wasn't against the wall anymore. It sat several feet out from where he had left it, facing more directly into the room. It's position unmistakable even in the low light. There was no sign of anything else having been disturbed. No indication that something had moved through the space in a way that would explain it. Just the chair. For a moment, he stayed where he was, watching at half expecting it to shift again, now that he was looking at it directly. It didn't. The room remained still and the silence returned in a way that made it difficult to tell if anything had happened at all. He walked in slowly and stood beside it, close enough now to see the slight wear along the runners, the areas where the wood had smoothed from years of use. Nothing about it looked different from when he had brought it in and there was no visible reason for it to be where it was. He didn't sit in it. That thought crossed his mind briefly, not out of curiosity, but as something he realized he had no interest in doing. Instead, he reached out and pulled it back

14:38toward the wall again, the motion steady, controlled as if keeping it in place mattered more than he wanted to admit. Once it was said he stepped away and went back to bed. The next day he didn't move it. He left it exactly where it was, not because he was trying to prove anything, but because he didn't feel the need to adjust it again. If it stayed where he had put it, then the explanation held. If it didn't, then he would deal with that when it happened. By that evening, he found himself noticing it more than before, not directly, but in the way his attention would drift toward it without any clear reason. It didn't matter where he was in the room or what he was doing. At some point, he would become aware of it again. The same way he had the first night as though it existed just outside the edge of his focus. That was new. He told himself it was because he had started paying attention to it, nothing more than that, but the feeling didn't entirely match that explanation. That night he stayed up longer than usual, not intentionally,

15:42but because the house didn't feel as settled as it had before, and the quiet carried a different weight to it. The sounds that had once blended into the background now stood out just enough to notice, even when they didn't repeat or build into anything more. At some point, he realized he was listening for it, not looking at the chair, listening for it, and even though nothing happened right away, the sense that something might was enough to keep him from leaving the room. When the sound finally came, it was softer than before. Not a full creek is just the faintest shift, but it was enough. He turned his head slowly toward the chair. This time, it didn't feel like something had already happened, and it felt like something was about to. He didn't move right away, choosing instead to remain where he was and listen, letting the sound settle into something he could recognize rather than reacting to it immediately. The steady rhythm of the chair continued from the other room, quiet but consistent, carrying just enough through the hallway that there was no mistaking what it was,

16:46or where it was coming from. When he finally stepped out of the bedroom, he didn't turn on the light, allowing his eyes to adjust as he moved slowly toward the living room, the sound guiding him more than anything he could see. It didn't stop this time, and that alone was enough to tell him that whatever had been happening over the past few nights had shifted into something he could no longer dismiss. From the doorway, he could see the chair clearly. It sat several feet out from the wall, facing into the room, moving with a slow, even motion that didn't change when he came into view, as though his presence made no difference to it at all. There was nothing exaggerated about the movement, no sudden force or unnatural speed, just a steady rocking that continued at the same pace, repeating without an eruption. He stayed where he was, watching it. For a moment, he considered stepping closer, if only to confirm what he was already seeing, but the thought passed quickly, replaced by the

17:46understanding that there was nothing he needed to prove. The chair wasn't shifting or settling, it was moving, and it was doing so in a way that no longer allowed for an easy explanation. After a while, the motion slowed, then it stopped. The room fell quiet again, and the stillness that followed felt different from before, not because anything had changed physically, but because the explanation he had been holding on to was no longer there to fall back on. By morning, the chair remained where it had been. He didn't move it. Instead, he waited until later that day when the light made everything feel more ordinary again, and carried it back out to the building behind the house, setting it in the same corner where he had first found it. He didn't spend time looking at it or deciding whether to keep it. He simply left it there and closed the door. That night, the house returned to the kind of quiet he had noticed when he first moved in, where the small sounds blended together and nothing stood out long enough to matter.

18:48The tension that had built over the past few days faded without anything replacing it, and for the first time since bringing the chair inside, there was nothing that drew his attention back to the living room. He didn't go back out to the building. He didn't need to. Whatever had changed had already settled into something he understood well enough to leave alone, and while he couldn't explain what it had been, the absence of it was enough. Still, every now and then, when the house grew quiet late at night, he would catch himself listening a little longer than before, not for something inside the room, but for something just beyond it, somewhere outside where he had left the chair. It never lasted long enough to follow, but it was enough to know it hadn't gone very far.

19:55Jump in at chumbacacino.com. Let's jump up. No purchase necessary, BTW Group, voidware prohibited by law, CCNCs, 21 plus, sponsored by chumbacacino. Coffee genius here. Most people see a busy cafe, but I see precision at every step, thanks to genius, from global payments. Transactions, instant, inventory, precise, operations, in sync, absolutely genius. From sold-out crowds worldwide to managing the morning rush, genius keeps operations running smoothly. One quartado? Flaless poor, perfectly timed. Just beautiful. Big league reliability for any business. That's genius. Hey, it's Cole Swindle, and when I spend 200 days a year rolling down the highway, the bus can start to feel smaller than a guitar case. Everyone wonders how I stay chill while the hours crawl by. Truth is, one good luck spent on chamba, and suddenly the trip does a whole lot short. Found in your space, even when there isn't much to spare. Need some chill? Let's chamba.

20:56No purchase necessary, BGW Group, voidware prohibited by law, 21 plus, TNCs apply, sponsored by chumbacacino. Coffee genius here. Most people see a busy cafe, but I see precision at every step, thanks to genius, from global payments. Transactions, instant, inventory, precise, operations, in sync. Absolutely genius. From sold out crowds worldwide to managing the morning rush, genius keeps operations running smoothly. One quartado? Flaless poor, perfectly timed. Just beautiful. Big league reliability for any business. That's genius. Tyler Reddick here from 2311 Racing, another checkered flag for the bus. Time to celebrate with chamba. Jump in at chambacasino.com. Let's chamba. No purchase necessary, BGW Group, voidware prohibited by law, TNCs, 21 plus, sponsored by chamba casino. Hello, it is Ryan, and I was on a flight the other day playing one of my favorite social spin slot games on chambacasino.com. I looked over the person sitting next to me,

21:58and you know what they were doing? They were also playing chamba casino. Everybody's loving having fun with it. Chamba casinos home to hundreds of casino style games that you can play for free anytime, anywhere. So sign up now at chambacasino.com to claim your free welcome bonus. That's chambacasino.com and live the chamba life. Looking for excitement? Chamba casino is here. Play any time, play anywhere. Play on the train, play at the store, play at home, play when you're bored. Play today for your chance to win and get daily bonuses when you log in. So what are you waiting for? Don't delay. Chamba casino is free to play. Experience social gameplay like never before. Go to chamba casino right now to play hundreds of games, including online slots, bingo, slingo, and more. Live the chamba life at chambacasino.com. No purchase necessary VGW group void for prohibited by law 21 plus terms and conditions apply. Tyler Reddick here from 2311 Racing. Victory Lane? Yeah, it's even better with chamba by my side.

22:59Race to chambacasino.com. Let's chamba. No purchase necessary VGW group void were prohibited by law C TNCs 21 plus sponsored by chamba casino. It is Ryan C. Crest here. There was a recent social media trend which consisted of flying on a plane with no music, no movies, no entertainment, but a better trend would be going to chambacasino.com. It's like having a mini social casino in your pocket. Chamba casino has over a hundred online casino style games, all absolutely free. It's the most fun you can have online and on a plane. So grab your free welcome bonus now at chambacasino.com. Sponsored by chamba casino. No purchase necessary VGW group void were prohibited by law 21 plus terms and conditions apply. Hey, it's Cole Swindle and when I spend 200 days a year rolling down the highway, the bus can start to feel smaller than a guitar case. Everyone wonders how I stay chill while the hours crawl by. Truth is, one good luck spent on chamba and suddenly the trip feels a whole lot shorter. Found in your space even when there is a much despair. Need some chill? Let's chamba. No purchase necessary VGW group void were prohibited

24:03by law 21 plus TNC supply. Sponsored by chamba casino. It's tax season and by now we're all a bit tired of numbers, but here's an important one you need to hear. $16 billion. That's how much money and refunds the IRS flanked for possible identity fraud, but it's not all grim news. Lifelock monitors millions of data points per second and alerts you to threats you could easily miss on your own. If your identity is stolen, they'll fix it, guaranteed. Save up to 40% your first year. Visit lifelock.com slash iHeart terms apply. Here's the truth. You could literally be adored by everyone and then come home and still get completely ignored by your own cat. It's classic cat behavior, but new Chiba premium puree is a lickable treat that changes all that. Their protein rich made with bone broth and have the smooth creamy texture cats go crazy for, especially when it's hand fed. Yeah, it's more than a treat. It's a fast pass to favorite human status. So feed your cat Chiba and go from totally

25:06ignored to truly adored in just 12 days, guaranteed or your money back. Learn more at chiba.com. Hey, it's Cole Swindle and when I spend 200 days a year rolling down the highway, the bus can start to feel smaller than a guitar case. Everyone wonders how I stay chill while the hours crawl by. Truth is, one good luck spent on chamba and suddenly the trip does a whole lot fun in your space even when there is a much despair. Need some chill? Let's chamba.