ClancyPasta | Internet Horror Stories
Sep 7, 2026 · 46 min · 15 segments
"Inside, the room was pitch black..." CLANCYPASTA PRESENTS ► "Has Anyone Ever Heard of a Place Called Hogs Foot, Tennessee?" written by Tatted\_ghoull, narrated by ClancyPasta Here are ways to…
My name is Matthew, and I'm posting this in the hope that someone somewhere can give me some answers.
About six months ago, I started talking to a girl online through one of those crappy dating apps.
Honestly, I was just about done with them.
I'd spent years bouncing from one app to another without any luck, and I'd almost accepted that I was going to be alone.
Then Caroline messaged me.
She had dark hair, bright blue eyes, and a smile that made it impossible not to look twice.
Before I knew it, we were talking every day.
For three months, we texted constantly.
As strange as it sounds, neither of us liked talking on the phone.
We were both too nervous, so texting became our way of getting to know each other.
Somewhere between the good morning texts and the late night conversations, I found myself telling her things I'd never shared with anyone else.
She knew my fears, my regrets, and dreams I hadn't even admitted to myself.
Eventually, she asked if I would come visit her.
I worked as a delivery driver and had built up a little vacation time, so I promised I'd make the trip in the fall.
As excited as I was, I couldn't shake the nerves.
It had been years since I'd been with anyone.
And now I had this beautiful woman telling me all the things she planned to do once she finally got her hands on me.
Every message made me grin like an idiot.
When the day finally came, I packed an overnight bag, typed the address she'd send me into my GPS, and hit the road.
The drive passed quickly, as I imagined finally meeting her.
We'd had conversations I never thought I'd have with another person.
I trusted her in a way that surprised even me.
A glance at the GPS showed 50 miles remaining.
I pressed a little harder
My name is Matthew, and I'm posting this in the hope that someone somewhere can give me some answers.
About six months ago, I started talking to a girl online through one of those crappy dating apps.
Honestly, I was just about done with them.
I'd spent years bouncing from one app to another without any luck, and I'd almost accepted that I was going to be alone.
Then Caroline messaged me.
She had dark hair, bright blue eyes, and a smile that made it impossible not to look twice.
Before I knew it, we were talking every day.
For three months, we texted constantly.
As strange as it sounds, neither of us liked talking on the phone.
We were both too nervous, so texting became our way of getting to know each other.
Somewhere between the good morning texts and the late night conversations, I found myself telling her things I'd never shared with anyone else.
She knew my fears, my regrets, and dreams I hadn't even admitted to myself.
Eventually, she asked if I would come visit her.
I worked as a delivery driver and had built up a little vacation time, so I promised I'd make the trip in the fall.
As excited as I was, I couldn't shake the nerves.
It had been years since I'd been with anyone.
And now I had this beautiful woman telling me all the things she planned to do once she finally got her hands on me.
Every message made me grin like an idiot.
When the day finally came, I packed an overnight bag, typed the address she'd send me into my GPS, and hit the road.
The drive passed quickly, as I imagined finally meeting her.
We'd had conversations I never thought I'd have with another person.
I trusted her in a way that surprised even me.
A glance at the GPS showed 50 miles remaining.
I pressed a little harder
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