I Know What You Did Next Summer - Classic

We like to think that our dreams are just messages to us, from us.

Maybe.

Then again,

maybe not.

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In my dream, it's a red car.

Candy apple red.

Convertible with the fans, and I'm driving it four years old, but I'm driving it, Jack.

Made just for me.

Zoom past my little brother, past Susie on the corner.

Watch out, Susie.

Watch out!

PewDiePie,

everybody's looking.

Cause I'm sharp, Jack.

Shop.

Car gleaming so fast.

I'm dreaming so hard.

So vividly that I remember it all these years later.

Don't want to get out the bed.

I love this dream car that much, so much, but I hear something.

Pulls me awake.

I don't want to be awake.

I'm on the second floor of the house and it's early.

Sounds like somebody rustling something.

Somebody trying to sneak.

Somebody trying to be real careful.

Somebody outside.

Now I'm scared.

I'm scared.

But I crawl over to underneath the window and I start to raise my head to look slowly.

Slowly, oh no

Don't let them see you slowly

When I get the glimpse,

I almost pass out.

It's my pops.

In his arms, wrapped in thick plastic, is a candy apple red kids sports car convertible with the fans, the kind you pedal.

Maybe I do pass out.

I know this car.

I know what it feels like.

I know what it looks like.

I know how the left side door opens, but the right side does not.

I know the license plate says go fast.

I know there's a fake spare tire in the trunk.

I know the horn makes a beep beep sound.

I already know everything.

Later that morning, Pops asked me if I can guess what he got for me.

I say, I don't know what.

I'm a liar,

but...

I want to make him as happy as he's making me.

Ripping the amazing thing from my dream and handing it over to me wrapped in plastic.

As a little boy,

I wonder if this happens often.

Later, I discover

it does not.

My name is Glenn Washington.

Turns out, not all dreams should come true.

Spook starts

now

Now then, our very first storyteller, Jody Torpy.

Jody discovers that it's hard to run from someone you've already seen coming for you.

Don't understand?

Well,

you will.

Spooked.

There were three of us all together, two work friends and myself.

One of my friends had a gift certificate for a hotel in Denver, and we decided that we would take a trip and just have a girls' weekend.

Somebody had packed a thermos of Bloody Marys.

It was just a party on wheels.

We were coming from Pueblo, which is about two hours away from Denver, and it's over a mountain pass.

I had the best car.

It was just a small Volkswagen Beetle.

It was the middle of December.

The Mountain Pass was snow-packed.

It was a very slow drive.

There was a full-on blizzard.

Fortunately, there weren't many cars on the road, but it did take a while to get to Denver.

When we arrived in Denver, we got to the hotel, we got settled, and We stayed up late talking, and then

everyone was ready for bed.

It's really dark in the room, and my two friends are sharing one of the beds, and I'm in the other bed by myself.

I was in a very, very deep sleep.

The dream that I had was that I was alone in my car,

and I was driving down the streets in lower downtown Denver.

It was a very deserted area, like a skid row.

It's the middle of the night.

It was dark.

There's nobody else around.

No other cars on the road.

There's no sound.

And I was stopped at a stoplight.

And that's when I looked up and across the street at the diagonal, I see there's a guy standing there.

He's blonde and he's youngish, probably 29, 30-ish.

He's kind of a cute guy and he's wearing a green army jacket and he has the collar up and his hands are in his pockets and he's staring at me from across the street.

I

lock eyes with him

and he starts to take a step off the curb.

and walk toward me in the car.

I'm frozen watching him watch me as he's walking across the street.

I'm curious, like, is he going to come over and ask me for directions or ask if I'm lost or if I need help?

As he came across the street, I just stayed there even though the light had changed.

So as he gets close enough to the car where he's about a foot away from the door, I start to roll down the window and he he pulls a gun out of his pocket.

And that's when I wake up from the dream with my heart kind of pounding.

I just remember feeling scared, kind of like, oh,

grateful.

That was just a dream.

Nothing bad happened.

I just kept it to myself.

The next morning we got up, got dressed, went out, had breakfast, and started our big adventure in downtown Denver to go shopping.

And it was all decorated with

greenery and big red ribbons and just a nice Christmas atmosphere.

Everybody was in a good mood.

The sun was out, it was cold, but it was beautiful blue sky, Christmas Colorado day.

But I

just couldn't shake the feeling.

I still can see the images very clearly in my mind.

Him standing there at the side of my car and seeing the gun in his hand.

I see that over and over again,

almost all day.

I still don't understand what it means.

We decided at the end of the day that we'd go out to dinner.

And after dinner, we'd try to find a bar and have a few drinks.

We started driving around on

the downtown streets.

We really didn't know where we were going because none of us were familiar with the area at all.

The roads were snow-packed, and there was nobody else on the street.

There were no other cars.

There were no other people.

We were on a dark street.

I didn't know where we were.

And that's when it started to feel familiar.

We were stopped at a light.

It was a very odd feeling because I had the feeling if I looked across the street, I would see that man.

Before I saw him, I had the feeling that I was going to see him.

And I turned my head and there he was.

Everything was exactly as my dream.

The green army jacket, the blonde hair, the collar up, hands in his pocket.

We locked eyes, just like in my dream.

He started walking across the street.

And even though my friend that was sitting in the passenger seat said, Jody, the lights turned green, I couldn't take my eyes off of the man as he was walking toward us.

I said, I know.

that the lights turned green, but there's the guy from my dream.

And she said,

What dream?

I said, the guy, the guy from my dream.

I had this dream.

And

he's coming over to the car.

And I want to see

what happens next.

As he got close to the car, my friend said, well, what happens in your dream?

I said, he pulls a gun out of his pocket.

And both of my friends screamed, a gun!

And that was the moment where the reality and the dream world collided.

So I stepped on the gas.

The light is red.

The car fishtails out of there, sliding along on the snow.

And I drive out of there as fast as I can.

It was non-stop.

What was that?

Let's find a bar.

We really need a drink now.

And my friends asking me, walk us through that.

What just happened back there?

And I don't have any answers.

There is a part of me that wishes I would have found out what happened

so maybe it would be complete and I would know

and I wouldn't have to think about it

or wonder about it.

And I still

wonder,

what was that?

Thank you, Jodi, for sharing your story with us.

Let it serve as a warning to everyone.

If you see your dream killer in real life, run.

Don't walk.

Run away.

Ain't no time to be cute.

Figure it out later.

Now.

Sylvana.

Sylvana.

Well,

she knows a little something

about the bad dreams.

Speak.

I think everything started when I was 13 years old.

I used to have these weird dreams.

One night I had a dream where I was crying in my room and I heard the the door of my room opening and it was my best friend crying too.

For some reason I stood up and just hugged her really hard.

She kept muttering, Canela, Canela.

That was her dog's name.

And then I woke up.

I don't remember how much time it passed, but

one day my dog was working at the street, so I wanted to check on him.

I looked more closely to the street and after a few seconds I noticed my best friend's dog there.

She was run over by some car.

So I went to my room and started crying because I don't like when people see me crying.

Then a few minutes later I heard my door opening and I saw her.

My best friend Kotnik was crying.

And that's when it clicked.

My dreams were in fact visions.

I never knew which ones were dreams and which ones were going to come true.

When I was 15, I had a really

weird dream.

I was taking a shower and I put on my pajamas.

They were mint colored and with purple spots.

Everything seemed normal.

So I got out of the bathroom and In the window I could see a man's head.

I thought who is this man?

What is he doing there?

The first thing that made me freak out wasn't just the fact that there was a man in my rooftop, but the fact that he was wearing a mask, the Jason mask.

I don't think he saw me, but I was scared that the back door was open.

So I ran downstairs, and when I finally reached the back door, I found it locked.

I could see outside.

He had now climbed down and was standing on the wall that separates my house from my neighbor.

He was looking right at me.

Then this man pointed at the floor and as soon as I looked, I realized that he was not pointing to the floor, but to my dog's camp.

I was panicking because I knew this man he would harm him or even kill him.

I really love my dog.

So I didn't even think it through and grabbed the keys and opened the door.

So I called him, Scamp, Entra, Pavor, Entra.

But he didn't move a pause.

Nothing.

I saw how this man was climbing down to my backyard.

The nearer he was, the more desperate I was to the point that I wanted to cry.

So I stepped a foot up to try to pull Scamp by the collar.

collar and then this man jumped inside the backyard.

As soon as I saw how he grabbed the machete, our garner uses and

run towards me.

I knew he was aiming for me and not my dog.

When I tried to close the door, he grabbed it and opened it.

And that's when I felt something sharp in my shoulder.

He had

he had cut me with the machine.

I wake up and I felt really weird my shoulder.

I felt it sore.

I was scared because I didn't know if it was going to happen in real life or if it was just a really bad nightmare.

But still I didn't want to take risks.

I decided that I didn't want to wear those pyjamas with purple spots because

if I was wearing those pajamas, I felt like it could happen that night.

During the day, I grabbed the machete, walked to the living room, and hid the machete under the stairs.

And from that day on, I didn't let my dog sleep outside.

I would let him sleep in the hallway.

If my dog wasn't in the backyard, then he wouldn't be able to manipulate me to open the door.

But after I had the vision of my death, I stopped having more dreams.

Not even a short dream.

And it was way more scary because if I didn't have dreams, then it means that I won't have a future.

Two or three months after that, it felt like someone was watching us from the distance.

My brother noticed this too.

I remember that one day we were returning home and one of my neighbors told me that we should be careful when we had to go out of the house.

Someone had been walking through the streets repeatedly and my neighbor didn't recognize this person.

It was just scary and it was nervous because if this is the person who I think it is, the man from my dream, then he knows where do we live.

He knows my house.

He knows our routines.

He knows when my parents are out of the house.

He knows when we are alone.

At one night, it was about to be 9 p.m.

So before going upstairs, my dad asked me to take out the trash.

So I opened the front door and threw the trash in the trash bin.

And when I was about to return inside,

I saw this black figure behind our car.

I noticed that

his face was looking through the window like he could have a perfect look at the living room the kitchen and the hallway

if he was looking through the window then it may be him

so I just

I ran back inside and I told my father

and when he went outside he

he turned on the light of the front yard and couldn't see anything

he was gone

After that event, I was really stressed.

I couldn't stay alone without freaking out.

I always looked out the window.

I wanted to know if there was someone looking at my house.

I finally had my 16th birthday, but I wasn't really happy because my dog woke up really tired.

He didn't want to move.

He didn't even want to eat.

My brother and I were trying to cheer up my dog, but

nothing happened.

And at the end of the day, my parents took him to the bed.

The next day, my parents woke us up early and told us that Scamp had died.

Everyone cried.

I didn't want to believe it.

I had had him since I was five.

I just couldn't imagine a life without him, in fact.

But after one month, I was closing the doors and I saw my dog's color.

And then I thought,

wait, the vision isn't gonna happen.

I stopped locking up the door, and I returned the machete to its original place.

I felt like

I could live more happily,

even though my dog wasn't with me anymore.

That meant that I wasn't going to die.

A few days after I realized this, my mother was in the living room watching the TV when all of a sudden I

noticed the news footage.

The report was saying that a woman was kidnapped in

her house.

Now she was dead, and this man was a culprit.

The footage was black and white from a security camera in my neighborhood.

It looked like the man was trying to break the lock.

After some minutes of entering,

he came out with a girl and he dragged her to his car

and you could see that he was wearing the Jason's mask.

Just by seeing the mask, I knew it was him.

In the footage, they didn't give him a name.

They just called him the masked man.

His victims were young girls.

I panicked.

I felt like the earth was

so heavy.

And I wanted to cry because

I thought I had got rid of him.

But then all of a sudden, he reappeared again.

It was almost two weeks after

news footage when my mother told us that we were going to adopt another dog.

My new dog is called Viju.

He is a corgi.

My first dog, Scamp, he was really calm and quiet.

Viju isn't like that.

In fact, he barks a lot.

Now he sleeps in my room.

Scamp wasn't allowed before, but this new dog, we let him sleep inside.

And it makes me feel safer when

he's around.

If this man ever happens to come to the house, my dog would definitely bark.

After several months, I started wearing the pajamas again and I still use the pajamas even to this day.

This means that I'm not afraid anymore.

Sometimes I wish I had my visions back again,

but maybe it's better this way, so I can experience the future on my own.

Thank you, Silvana, for sharing your story with us.

We are so happy to report that Sylvana has had no ominous dreams since we produced this story.

Now, congratulations on getting this far.

But you know it ain't over.

The knowledge you've gained does not come without consequence.

Just hearing these stories has opened possibilities and portals in your own life, be afraid.

So I understand.

If you prefer not to battle these dark forces and instead enjoy amazing storytelling under the bright light of day, if so,

don't apologize.

Check out our sister podcast, Snap Judgment, amazing storytelling with the beat, cinema of sound, wherever you get your podcast.

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Spooked.

was brought to you by the team that stole all of Hansel and Gretel's breadcrumbs from the forest.

Mark Mark Ristich and assusment chief spookster Eliza Smith, Annie Wynn, and Natalie Sheisha.

Our sound team consists of Rensel Gorio and Lauren Newsom.

The spook theme song is by Pat Bessini Miller.

Additional music by Lauren Newsom.

And when you finally go to bed at night, You may be tempted to throw caution to the wind.

I wouldn't advise, I wouldn't suggest such a thing.

Mostly though,

I would just remind you to remember

to never,

ever,

never, never, ever, never, never, never, ever,

ever

turn out the lights.