The Vanishing Witness 📼 Posted by Dale T. Doll, Alright, boils and ghouls—strap in. We begin our haunted countdown with a tape that s...
The Vanishing Witness
📼 Posted by Dale T. Doll,
Alright, boils and ghouls—strap in.
We begin our haunted countdown with a tape that shouldn’t exist. One that showed up in Barry’s collection with no label, no case, and a subtle smell of damp church carpet. I had to rewind it using a pencil, and when I hit play, what unfolded on screen was…
🕯️ A ghostly murder mystery that plays out in real time—except the characters can somehow see you watching.
📺 The Viewing
The story starts in a 1980s motel room with paisley wallpaper and a single flickering lamp. A nervous woman paces back and forth, clutching a blood-stained scarf. She keeps muttering, “I saw it. I know I saw it.”
A man enters. He’s out of focus. No name. No dialogue. Just staring directly at the camera... and smirking.
Then the weirdness kicks in:
The phone in the room rings.
My phone rings.
I don’t even have a landline.
The woman looks toward the screen and asks, “Who’s that with you?”
Cue a brief blackout. When the tape resumes, she’s gone. No scream. No struggle. Just… gone.
Barry rewound the tape. Rewatched it. The whole character? Never appears again.
I think we were the only witnesses. And now she’s vanished.
📦 Real Collector’s Note – by Barry
Honestly? I don’t remember picking this one up. It might’ve been in a batch from that guy who sells tapes out of a fishing tackle box behind the Winn-Dixie. No label, just a blank black shell. I assumed it was taped-over home movies. Still might be. If so, someone’s family reunion got real dark.
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Dale’s Verdict:
“Watch it once. Never twice. And if someone starts asking about ‘the woman in the scarf,’ lie. For both your sakes.”
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