Happy New Year my spooky friends! As we all just celebrated ringing in 2025, we can't help but wonder what the future holds for each of us. With so many horrors lurking around us, making it to the year end seems uncertain. We must be grateful for every moment we have, because the end of the world could be just a blink away. And the countdown to midnight might be the last we ever hear. First, stitched together, then torn apart Followed by something is watching you Finally in our last story, the sound of torture Subscribe: https://bit.ly/subSNARLED Watch the latest: https://youtube.com/watch?playlist&list=PLlt49G0M7dfhhFe79kdPucjYzWv4CK8H1&index=1 Follow us EVERYWHERE: https://facebook.com/watchsomethingscary/ https://facebook.com/getsnarled/ https://instagram.com/wearesnarled/ https://twitter.com/wearesnarled Follow Blair: TikTok: https://tiktok.com/@blairbathory Instagram: https://instagram.com/blairbathory/ Facebook: https://facebook.com/blairbathory1 Twitter: https://twitter.com/blairbathory Pinterest: https://pinterest.com/BlairBathory About SNARLED: Your home for scary stories, from urban legends to true tales of murder, mystery and the unknown. If you have Something Scary to tell us, send it to [email protected]. More about the show! • Go to SomethingScary.com to check out the awesome Something Scary Merch. We’ve got something for everyone, from hoodies to hats to writer’s notebooks. • Do you want to connect with other people who love horror and all things Something Scary? Join our Patreon and you get members only access to our Discord. And you can chat with all the other horror lovers. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
Chapter 1: What is the significance of the New Year in this episode?
None of them wanted to admit how long it had been since they'd seen anything resembling a path. The woods seemed alive, not with wildlife, but with something else. The trees loomed impossibly tall, their bare branches stretching like skeletal fingers. The snow made everything too quiet. The deeper they went, the colder it seemed to grow. Frost clung to Jess' eyelashes as she murmured,
Es fühlt sich hier an wie ein Horrorfilm an. Niemand antwortete, aber sie haben alle ungeheuer verabschiedet. Am Ende wurden die Bäume gestärkt und sie kamen auf ein altes Farmhaus. Es sass mitten in einer Klärung, die Rüste wackelte, die Wälder schwarz. Etwas davon sah, als ob es sich von Zeit zu Zeit befand, als ob es einfach da war, die für sie warten würde.
Die Stille zu brechen, sagte Javi, sie sollten es nachschauen. Mara verharrte sich, aber sie verabschiedete sich. Die Schilderung war besser als kalt. The door creaked open when Javi pushed it, the sound loud enough to make Jess flinch. Inside, the air was still and stale. It was warmer than outside, but not by much. The house had clearly been abandoned for years.
Dust clung to every surface and the floors groaned under their weight. Shadows pooled in the corners, so dark they seemed to swallow the faint light leaking through the grime-covered windows. Liam dropped his bag in the entryway and looked around. Better than nothing, he muttered. They exploded cautiously, their footsteps echoing.
The house had a strange, empty feeling, as though it had been waiting. In the living room they found remnants of another time. A worn couch, an old clock frozen at 11.57, and a fireplace long gone cold. Wir sollten ein Feuer bauen, sagte Mara, um die Erde zu beobachten. Teile des Waldes waren kalt und dreckig. Sie wollte nicht darüber nachdenken, wie sie sich verabschiedeten, fast unerlässlich.
Jess konnte nicht helfen, aber zu lachen, wie absurd alles war. Sie bemerkte, dass sie ihnen in der Schule nie reale Dinge gelernt haben. Weißt du, Dinge wie, wie man ein Feuer bauen kann, wenn man sich um den Tod befreien wird? Javi und Liam haben Arbeit gemacht, die Furnitur zu bewegen, die Kleidung herauszulegen.
Trying to make the space livable, Javi kept glancing at the clock, its unmoving hands making him uneasy. He pulled Jess aside after a while, lowering his voice. This place doesn't feel right. Like we're not alone. Have you noticed? Jess just nodded, hugging her arms. It's like the house is watching us. The clock! They turned to look. The hands were moving. Mara frowned. Das ist unmöglich.
Es ist zerbrochen. Aber der klingende Geräusch wurde lauter, füllte den Raum, schlug in der Zeit mit ihren reißenden Herzen. 11.58 Uhr. Der zweite Hand schlug vorwärts. Spasmodisch und ungewöhnlich. 11.59 Uhr. Der Feuer schlug. Er schlug den Raum in die Schatten. Die Wälder grunzten. Der Geräusch war wie etwas, das im Dunkeln atmet. We need to leave, Jess whispered, her voice shaky.
The front door slammed shut, Javi rushed to it, pulling at the handle, but it wouldn't budge. It stuck! A wind picked up inside the house, rattling the windows, howling through unseen cracks. The temperature dropped so sharply, it stole the breath from their lungs. Something moved in the corner of Mars' vision. A shadow pulling itself free from the darkness. The clock struck midnight.
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Chapter 2: What horrors are lurking as we celebrate the New Year?
I'm fine, Harper finally said, her voice tight. I just need some sleep. I'll be okay. But she wasn't okay. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt truly at peace. She had become an obsession, a constant threat that loomed over her, pushing her deeper into madness. At night, her dreams were filled with a low, rumbling toll.
She'd wake up in a cold sweat, heart racing, only to find that the bell was still ringing in her head. Clocktower, the streetlights, the faces of her friends, they all blurred into one indistinguishable void, filled with the haunting sound of that one bell. By November, Harper's world had narrowed to a single terrifying truth. The 13th Bell had claimed her.
The year was almost over, and she was no closer to understanding what it all meant other than knowing she was going to die. There was no escaping it. The 13th Bell would strike again. And when it did, it would take her. The end of the year approached, and Harper felt herself on the brink of something dark. Am 31.
Dezember lockte Harper sich in ihrem Zimmer, hoffte, dass die Glocke nicht für sie kommen würde. Sie versuchte, die Angst zurückzumachen, aber als die Mittwoch kam, konnte sie sich nicht helfen. Sie stand neben ihrem Fenster, ihre Hände trübbelnd, als die Glocke näher zum Moment zog. Als die Glocke endlich um 12 Uhr schlug, brachte sie sich. The bell rang.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, and then thirteen. It was louder this time, like a monstrous thing, vibrating the very air around her. The walls seemed to crack, the floor beneath her feet trembled. Harper froze, her heart pounding in her chest. But then... Nothing. The ringing stopped. A heavy silence filled the room.
The air felt thick with anticipation, but nothing else came. No cold gust of wind, no shadowy figure, no malevolent force dragging her into hell. It was over. The bell had rung, but there was no consequence, no curse, no death. For the first time in a year, Harper took a deep breath, the weight she had carried for so long lifted, vanishing as if it had never been.
She fell to her knees, a wave of relief washing over her. She cried then, her sobs of fear turning into cries of joy. She couldn't believe it. All this time, all the terror, all the sleepless nights, and for what? For nothing. It had all been in her mind, a cruel trick of her own making. She felt the release in every fiber of her body. She laughed through her tears.
I'm so stupid, she whispered to herself, a sense of clarity settling in. Why did I ever let it haunt me all year? For the first time in a long while, Harper felt alive again, as if a weight had been lifted. Sie stand, ein Lächeln auf ihr Gesicht, eine Art Lächeln, das nur mit einem neuen Anfang kommt.
Sie schlug ihr Fenster öffnen, atmet in den kühlen, nackten Atem, füllt ihre Lungen mit der Freiheit, die sie nicht bemerkt hatte, dass sie es verpasst hat. Harper steckte weg von der Fenster, schon die nächsten Schritte planen. Sie würde die meisten von jedem Sekunden machen. Kein mehr verstecken. No more obsessing over things she couldn't control. The world was wide open for her to take.
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