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Weekly check in! A week from tomorrow I go on my flight to move to Portugal. It's exciting and scary! Thank you all very much for the well wishes. How was everyone's week? Be, how are you and the family? Thank you so much for the video. Per usual, they keep me calm on these sleepless nights. Xoxo 😊🖤
Good luck moving in to new place and safe flight! My week is the same as always just working, gaming and sleeping. I'm starting my second year college (UK) in a couple weeks so I'm excited about that!!
Good luck on the move! My week was pretty good I start my last year of school on Tuesday I'm excited but I'm not happy that I have to wake up early again lmao
Good luck man, moving can be scary I recently moved 3000 miles from my family for college, and it was terrifying, but the freedom and getting to meet new people and go to new places is absolutely worth it!
Love the calming stories with an accent. And best part is, it's not AI narrated, or at least doesn't sound like it at all. No awkward long pauses, monotonous voice and just nice to listen to
@@truecrime-Deuts I work in housekeeping, sometimes I work in the laundry room or working on rooms. I have it high enough to hear the stories but low enough if someone needs anything.
Been listening to ur stuff to go to sleep for bout 8 yrs now, thanks for still doin ur thinf, been listening since 11 yrs old and am bout to turn 20 lol absurd that ur videos have been routine for me for so long
Thank you be.! Has anything scary of sorts ever happened to you? If so would you put it in a video? I love hearing how the narrator tell their stories!
BE!! I have a question for you, you had a B-Xtra account where you played games and there was an underwater game, please what was that game if you remember? Yea, I’ve been here that long 😂🥰
@@badgalbinka emailed him already. context: It was a warm summer day in London, one of those rare moments when the sun hung high in the sky, bathing the city in a golden light. The streets were bustling, and the air carried the hum of life. I was on duty, dressed in full uniform, prepared for another day of routine calls. My assignment that day was to respond to non-emergency situations-nothing out of the ordinary, just the usual neighborhood disputes or minor complaints that didn’t quite warrant an urgent response. Around midday, we received a call that seemed straightforward. A neighbor had reported a horrendous smell coming from the house next door. They described it as something foul, almost nauseating, that had been growing stronger over the past few days. It was no longer something they could tolerate; the stench was seeping through the walls, invading their home. The neighbor pleaded with us to investigate. My partner and I drove to the address, a modest two-story house in a quiet suburban neighborhood. It was an area where nothing much happened-families lived there, people went about their lives, and the days passed in predictable rhythms. As we approached the house, I noticed how ordinary it looked, with well-kept gardens and a freshly painted fence. There was no hint of anything amiss, at least from the outside. We knocked on the door, and it wasn’t long before it opened. A woman, probably in her early 40s, stood in the doorway. She had a certain fragility about her, with dark circles under her eyes and a pale complexion that suggested she hadn’t slept well in days, maybe weeks. Despite this, she was polite, even warm, as she invited us in. In her arms, she held a newborn baby, wrapped in a blanket. The baby was quiet, too quiet, but I brushed off the unease that pricked at the back of my mind. “We received a complaint about a strong smell coming from your property,” I explained gently. “Would it be alright if we had a look around?” She nodded, barely reacting, and stepped aside to let us in. The moment we crossed the threshold, the smell hit us-thick, cloying, and suffocating. It was the kind of odor that made your stomach churn, the unmistakable scent of something rotting. My partner and I exchanged glances, the same thought running through our minds: this wasn’t going to be a simple inspection. We began our search, systematically moving through the house. The woman trailed behind us, watching silently as we went from room to room. We started in the kitchen, checking the fridge, the trash, anywhere that might be the source of the smell. But nothing seemed out of place. The smell was there, overpowering, yet elusive. It filled the air, thick and nauseating, but it was impossible to trace. As we continued, we noticed something unsettling about the house. There were no signs of recent activity. The dishes in the sink were few, and the dust on the furniture suggested that certain rooms hadn’t been used in days, perhaps even weeks. Yet, the house wasn’t dirty. It was just… stagnant, as if time had stopped within these walls. We moved on to the living room, then the bedrooms, lifting cushions, moving furniture, opening closets. We even checked the attic, hoping to find a dead rodent or something that could explain the stench. But each room only deepened the mystery. The smell was everywhere, yet nowhere. It didn’t intensify in any particular spot; it just lingered, an invisible cloud of decay. After more than twenty minutes of searching, we were no closer to finding the source. Frustration and a creeping unease began to settle in. My partner suggested we might be dealing with something in the walls, perhaps a dead animal caught in the ventilation. It was the only explanation that made sense, though it didn’t quite fit the severity of the odor. We decided to call it a day, realizing that without specialized equipment, we wouldn’t be able to locate the exact source of the smell. We turned to the woman, who had been standing in the hallway, still holding her baby. She hadn’t moved from her spot the entire time, her eyes following us but her expression unreadable. As we approached to explain that we couldn’t find the source, something in the air shifted-a change so subtle it was almost imperceptible, but it sent a chill down my spine. The smell, which had been a constant background presence, seemed to intensify as we neared her. It wasn’t the house that reeked-it was something much closer. I stopped a few feet from the woman, something inside me screaming that something was wrong. My eyes were drawn to the baby in her arms, the way it lay so still, wrapped tightly in its blanket. The blanket had a dark, damp stain spreading across it, one I hadn’t noticed before. And then, the realization hit me with the force of a sledgehammer. The baby wasn’t moving. It wasn’t breathing. The skin that peeked out from the edges of the blanket was gray, almost blue, with a texture that made my stomach lurch. I stepped closer, my hand trembling as I reached out. “Ma’am,” I said slowly, my voice barely a whisper, “may I… see your baby?” The woman looked at me, her eyes vacant, and nodded. She pulled back the blanket, revealing the baby’s face. My breath caught in my throat, and my heart pounded with a terror I had never known. The baby’s eyes were gone, replaced by hollow sockets from which a thick, milky substance dripped. Its skin was decomposing, sloughing off in patches to reveal bone and sinew beneath. The smell-the unbearable, suffocating smell-was emanating from the tiny corpse in her arms. And then I saw it: the bottle in her hand, still pressed to the baby’s lips. She was feeding it, the milk seeping out through the cracks in its skull, mingling with the blood and rot. Maggots wriggled within the open wounds, crawling over the lifeless body as she cradled it with a mother’s tenderness. I staggered back, horror washing over me in waves. My partner was frozen beside me, his face ashen. Neither of us could comprehend what we were seeing. The woman continued to hum softly to the baby, oblivious to the reality of the situation, lost in some dark recess of her mind where the baby was still alive, still needed her. It took everything in me to reach for my radio and call for backup. My voice shook as I relayed the situation, barely able to form coherent sentences. The response was immediate-officers and medical personnel were dispatched to the scene, but I knew it would take time for them to arrive. Time we didn’t have. The minutes stretched into an eternity as we waited, the woman continuing her macabre routine, smiling down at the decayed remains of her child as if it were the most precious thing in the world. My partner and I tried to talk to her, to reach her through the fog of her delusion, but she was too far gone, her mind shattered by grief and denial. When backup finally arrived, the scene only grew more nightmarish. It took five officers to pry the dead baby from her grasp. She screamed, a sound that was more animal than human, as they took it from her. It echoed through the house, a cry of pure, unfiltered agony that clawed at the soul. The medics took the woman away, sedating her when she refused to let go of the blanket that had once held her child. As she was led out of the house, I caught a glimpse of her face-tear-streaked, yet still eerily calm, as if she had accepted some terrible truth that none of us could understand. In the days that followed, we learned more about the tragedy. The baby had died suddenly, perhaps from SIDS or some other unforeseen cause. The mother, unable to accept the loss, had fallen into a state of catatonic denial. She cared for the corpse as if it were still alive, feeding it, cradling it, even talking to it as the days turned into weeks. The smell that had driven the neighbors to call us was the smell of her child decaying in her arms. I’ve seen many horrific things in my career, but nothing comes close to the horror of that day. The image of that mother, cradling her rotting baby, is something I will carry with me for the rest of my life. It’s a reminder that sometimes, the most terrifying things aren’t found in the dark corners of the world, but in the human mind-twisted by grief, broken by loss, and lost in a reality that no longer exists.
That first story is so asininely paranoid. Imagine a couple sitting in companionable silence on a trip specifically taken to commune with nature. What monsters.
Why can’t people distinguish between footprints and footsteps? I used to play with a Ouija board as a kid and you know what happened? Absolutely nothing - it was just a piece of cardboard with a plastic thingamajig that we pushed around! 🤣🤣🤣🤣
Author of story #1 is incredibly paranoid. Sounds to me like the couple at the other campground was in a fight, maybe over weather to camp overnight at a miserable, flooded, & unusable campground or drive on to find a motel instead. It was a terrible experience, so they left in a hurry the next morning. Why does it need to be more nefarious than that?
Need more stories? Check out this playlist that has literally hundreds of hours of scary stories - ruclips.net/video/hx3q-GD08fU/видео.html&pp=gAQBiAQB
Huge Thank you for all the hard work you put in to these videos. ❤
Well done as always. Another 3 hours of perfect company 😊 Have an awesome week
Been listening since I was a teen and I’m 25 now, never gets old! 💙💙
Same! I came across his channel in 2015 when I was 15 :’)
You have a funny taste in entertainment :D
Same! Also 25 now lol
Me too😂
Weekly check in! A week from tomorrow I go on my flight to move to Portugal. It's exciting and scary! Thank you all very much for the well wishes. How was everyone's week? Be, how are you and the family? Thank you so much for the video. Per usual, they keep me calm on these sleepless nights. Xoxo 😊🖤
We are great thanks! Hey, allow me to wish you a smooth move to your new place. Adventure time awaits!
Good luck moving in to new place and safe flight! My week is the same as always just working, gaming and sleeping. I'm starting my second year college (UK) in a couple weeks so I'm excited about that!!
Hey my friend, good luck on the move and new adventures next week ❤
Good luck on the move! My week was pretty good I start my last year of school on Tuesday I'm excited but I'm not happy that I have to wake up early again lmao
Good luck man, moving can be scary I recently moved 3000 miles from my family for college, and it was terrifying, but the freedom and getting to meet new people and go to new places is absolutely worth it!
Gosh, I've been listening to your videos for many, many years. Thank you for being consistent and always here.
Thanks for listening
Why do I get so happy when I see new story to listening to
Ive fallen asleep to these videos every night since i was 12. I’m 20 now, thank you 🙏🏻
Always look forward to Sunday night!!!
I love hearing your voice narrate. One million subs coming soon!!!!
been obsessed with these for years❤️❤️ always a voice that soothes me to sleep
Love the calming stories with an accent. And best part is, it's not AI narrated, or at least doesn't sound like it at all. No awkward long pauses, monotonous voice and just nice to listen to
dont worry. hes channel is older then ai programs, and hes voice gets better with age.
Hi Be! so glad my favorite youtuber has posted again
Perfect timing 💕 hope you’re doing well Be!
I am well thanks Sarah. Hope you're doing well this week :)
Oooh cant wait! I listen to your channel while working.
Hope you're doing well Be.
Enjoy! :)
How can you work while listening to stories? You're so good :D
@@truecrime-Deuts I work in housekeeping, sometimes I work in the laundry room or working on rooms. I have it high enough to hear the stories but low enough if someone needs anything.
Good evening all I hope all is well and wish a really good week for everyone here and so on
You as well my friend ❤
I can't wait to fall asleep to this!!! Thank you Be!!!!! 😁😁😁🤗🤗🤗
Been listening to ur stuff to go to sleep for bout 8 yrs now, thanks for still doin ur thinf, been listening since 11 yrs old and am bout to turn 20 lol absurd that ur videos have been routine for me for so long
Thanks for the upload Be.❤😌
I was hoping you'd drop a video.. Thank you❤
Hope you enjoy! :)
Thank you for the wonderful videos, my fiance and I listen every night to go to sleep. ❤
Pleasure is mine :)
😝yay!! good timing needed this tn! Hope you’re doing well!
Thanks Be! 😃😃🌹
Fabulous stories for a night time listening for an insomniac. Thank you Be 😃
Thank you be.! Has anything scary of sorts ever happened to you? If so would you put it in a video? I love hearing how the narrator tell their stories!
Hello busta hope you have a great week ty for all your hard work great job as always
Appreciate you wolf, thanks for always being so supportive mate.
@@BeBustaYT one day we been friends since 2015 I surely would love to know what you look like
Right on time as always. ❤🎉😊
Thanks, Be.
1 hour late, dang it. Lol. Thanks for another great upload B!!
Love the vids.
You are appreciated, Busta! Thank you for all you do!
Thank you. 🙏
thanks be
One can not be awoken by "Footprints". 🤣
Amazing as always❤
Yes!!
Youre well. ❤
Edit: goodnight.
I needed this
BE!! I have a question for you, you had a B-Xtra account where you played games and there was an underwater game, please what was that game if you remember? Yea, I’ve been here that long 😂🥰
Oh wow, that was a little while ago now. Yep, that game was Soma. Brilliant game.
Hey Be! Hope all is well my friend
Just in time for my holiday pay time and a half again shift 🔥
As I’m going to bed :)
I worked as a police officer and have witnessed most creepiest shit ever, where can i submit this ?
Thus the reason i quit the job
I think he has a subreddit
You can email him with his email in the description box :)
@@badgalbinka emailed him already. context:
It was a warm summer day in London, one of those rare moments when the sun hung high in the sky, bathing the city in a golden light. The streets were bustling, and the air carried the hum of life. I was on duty, dressed in full uniform, prepared for another day of routine calls. My assignment that day was to respond to non-emergency situations-nothing out of the ordinary, just the usual neighborhood disputes or minor complaints that didn’t quite warrant an urgent response.
Around midday, we received a call that seemed straightforward. A neighbor had reported a horrendous smell coming from the house next door. They described it as something foul, almost nauseating, that had been growing stronger over the past few days. It was no longer something they could tolerate; the stench was seeping through the walls, invading their home. The neighbor pleaded with us to investigate.
My partner and I drove to the address, a modest two-story house in a quiet suburban neighborhood. It was an area where nothing much happened-families lived there, people went about their lives, and the days passed in predictable rhythms. As we approached the house, I noticed how ordinary it looked, with well-kept gardens and a freshly painted fence. There was no hint of anything amiss, at least from the outside.
We knocked on the door, and it wasn’t long before it opened. A woman, probably in her early 40s, stood in the doorway. She had a certain fragility about her, with dark circles under her eyes and a pale complexion that suggested she hadn’t slept well in days, maybe weeks. Despite this, she was polite, even warm, as she invited us in. In her arms, she held a newborn baby, wrapped in a blanket. The baby was quiet, too quiet, but I brushed off the unease that pricked at the back of my mind.
“We received a complaint about a strong smell coming from your property,” I explained gently. “Would it be alright if we had a look around?”
She nodded, barely reacting, and stepped aside to let us in. The moment we crossed the threshold, the smell hit us-thick, cloying, and suffocating. It was the kind of odor that made your stomach churn, the unmistakable scent of something rotting. My partner and I exchanged glances, the same thought running through our minds: this wasn’t going to be a simple inspection.
We began our search, systematically moving through the house. The woman trailed behind us, watching silently as we went from room to room. We started in the kitchen, checking the fridge, the trash, anywhere that might be the source of the smell. But nothing seemed out of place. The smell was there, overpowering, yet elusive. It filled the air, thick and nauseating, but it was impossible to trace.
As we continued, we noticed something unsettling about the house. There were no signs of recent activity. The dishes in the sink were few, and the dust on the furniture suggested that certain rooms hadn’t been used in days, perhaps even weeks. Yet, the house wasn’t dirty. It was just… stagnant, as if time had stopped within these walls.
We moved on to the living room, then the bedrooms, lifting cushions, moving furniture, opening closets. We even checked the attic, hoping to find a dead rodent or something that could explain the stench. But each room only deepened the mystery. The smell was everywhere, yet nowhere. It didn’t intensify in any particular spot; it just lingered, an invisible cloud of decay.
After more than twenty minutes of searching, we were no closer to finding the source. Frustration and a creeping unease began to settle in. My partner suggested we might be dealing with something in the walls, perhaps a dead animal caught in the ventilation. It was the only explanation that made sense, though it didn’t quite fit the severity of the odor.
We decided to call it a day, realizing that without specialized equipment, we wouldn’t be able to locate the exact source of the smell. We turned to the woman, who had been standing in the hallway, still holding her baby. She hadn’t moved from her spot the entire time, her eyes following us but her expression unreadable.
As we approached to explain that we couldn’t find the source, something in the air shifted-a change so subtle it was almost imperceptible, but it sent a chill down my spine. The smell, which had been a constant background presence, seemed to intensify as we neared her. It wasn’t the house that reeked-it was something much closer.
I stopped a few feet from the woman, something inside me screaming that something was wrong. My eyes were drawn to the baby in her arms, the way it lay so still, wrapped tightly in its blanket. The blanket had a dark, damp stain spreading across it, one I hadn’t noticed before. And then, the realization hit me with the force of a sledgehammer.
The baby wasn’t moving. It wasn’t breathing. The skin that peeked out from the edges of the blanket was gray, almost blue, with a texture that made my stomach lurch. I stepped closer, my hand trembling as I reached out.
“Ma’am,” I said slowly, my voice barely a whisper, “may I… see your baby?”
The woman looked at me, her eyes vacant, and nodded. She pulled back the blanket, revealing the baby’s face. My breath caught in my throat, and my heart pounded with a terror I had never known.
The baby’s eyes were gone, replaced by hollow sockets from which a thick, milky substance dripped. Its skin was decomposing, sloughing off in patches to reveal bone and sinew beneath. The smell-the unbearable, suffocating smell-was emanating from the tiny corpse in her arms.
And then I saw it: the bottle in her hand, still pressed to the baby’s lips. She was feeding it, the milk seeping out through the cracks in its skull, mingling with the blood and rot. Maggots wriggled within the open wounds, crawling over the lifeless body as she cradled it with a mother’s tenderness.
I staggered back, horror washing over me in waves. My partner was frozen beside me, his face ashen. Neither of us could comprehend what we were seeing. The woman continued to hum softly to the baby, oblivious to the reality of the situation, lost in some dark recess of her mind where the baby was still alive, still needed her.
It took everything in me to reach for my radio and call for backup. My voice shook as I relayed the situation, barely able to form coherent sentences. The response was immediate-officers and medical personnel were dispatched to the scene, but I knew it would take time for them to arrive. Time we didn’t have.
The minutes stretched into an eternity as we waited, the woman continuing her macabre routine, smiling down at the decayed remains of her child as if it were the most precious thing in the world. My partner and I tried to talk to her, to reach her through the fog of her delusion, but she was too far gone, her mind shattered by grief and denial.
When backup finally arrived, the scene only grew more nightmarish. It took five officers to pry the dead baby from her grasp. She screamed, a sound that was more animal than human, as they took it from her. It echoed through the house, a cry of pure, unfiltered agony that clawed at the soul.
The medics took the woman away, sedating her when she refused to let go of the blanket that had once held her child. As she was led out of the house, I caught a glimpse of her face-tear-streaked, yet still eerily calm, as if she had accepted some terrible truth that none of us could understand.
In the days that followed, we learned more about the tragedy. The baby had died suddenly, perhaps from SIDS or some other unforeseen cause. The mother, unable to accept the loss, had fallen into a state of catatonic denial. She cared for the corpse as if it were still alive, feeding it, cradling it, even talking to it as the days turned into weeks. The smell that had driven the neighbors to call us was the smell of her child decaying in her arms.
I’ve seen many horrific things in my career, but nothing comes close to the horror of that day. The image of that mother, cradling her rotting baby, is something I will carry with me for the rest of my life. It’s a reminder that sometimes, the most terrifying things aren’t found in the dark corners of the world, but in the human mind-twisted by grief, broken by loss, and lost in a reality that no longer exists.
Be.Busta
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I got new AirPods! Now I can hear without them dying within a minute
Are you even camping if there isn't a slight risk of a little murderer?
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That first story is so asininely paranoid. Imagine a couple sitting in companionable silence on a trip specifically taken to commune with nature. What monsters.
Are you're not bad, good content
Why does the title of the whole thing say "Scary Stories April Week 4"?
To answer the first author’s question: Yes, you are crazy.
Am I first??? Lol
I’m too high for this, don’t you say “I woke up from the sound of footprints”😂
😪 goodnight
I wonder if AJ has anyone else to talk to now. 🤔
👻💕👻💕
Why can’t people distinguish between footprints and footsteps?
I used to play with a Ouija board as a kid and you know what happened? Absolutely nothing - it was just a piece of cardboard with a plastic thingamajig that we pushed around! 🤣🤣🤣🤣
You're so creepy! Keep it up!
0:24 did Paul Joseph Watson right this?
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Been here since the beginning, it’s amazing how big the channel is now🫡 You’ll hit a million subscribers in no time💯✌️
خیلی غالی و متفاوتن
Author of story #1 is incredibly paranoid. Sounds to me like the couple at the other campground was in a fight, maybe over weather to camp overnight at a miserable, flooded, & unusable campground or drive on to find a motel instead. It was a terrible experience, so they left in a hurry the next morning. Why does it need to be more nefarious than that?
Fix thumbnail
What a horrible little child you didn’t need to do boo like that
Does anyone love pug dogs? Like me
Let’s go busta
Hey @BeBustaYT the thumbnail for this video is broken