Welcome back, and thank you for listening. I'm your host, Nick Ryan.
In twenty twenty, I began a series called Midweek Mysteries, where I
would feature a couple of experiences every Wednesday. These episodes were usually shorter than
my typical shows, which allowed me to offer you more than two shows a
week and also give you the opportunity to hear more of my hand picked experiences
that I've come across. Tonight, I'd like to resume that tradition and add
Midweek Mysteries back into my weekly schedule. And I have a couple of reports
that are quite fitting. Tonight's Mysteries come to us from Amber and this is
what Amber had to say. Hello, Nick. I hail from good old
West Michigan. I discovered your podcast at work this evening and not only found
myself hooked, but discovered an excitement at finding somewhere to tell my I'd like
to do three quick stories, and I will tell them in chronological order of
experience. My mom got pregnant with my brother in nineteen eighty five. We
lived in Tiny Heart, Michigan with my graham in her small apartment. At
this time, I was five years old. I wanted to know if I
was going to have a brother or a sister, but my mom played coy
and insisted that she didn't know and it would be a surprise for all of
us. Though she did know, she just wanted me to enjoy the surprise.
I don't remember the bedtime routine, but I remember this dream vividly.
I almost felt like I woke up in another plain. I was sitting cross
legged in my my little Pony nightgown and holding my purple stuffed bunny floppy.
Everything around me was white. It was warm and bright and very soothing.
The quote unquote room had no real form. It was almost as if it
was just floating, though I sat as though I was on the floor.
I remember feeling safe, and then I heard a voice above me, around
me from everywhere but also nowhere. I remember smiling as the voice said,
Amber, you must get ready. I then asked for what, and the
voice said, you were going to have a baby brother, Go get ready
for him. The next thing I knew, I was awake, and I
was heading straight into the kitchen where my mom and Graham were, and I
was saying, we got to get ready. God came to me in my
dream and said that I'm going to have a brother. So we got to
go get voiced off. To this day, my mom says that she about
fell out of her chair. She said my confidence was so strong, and
it sort of gave her the chills. The next experience is not so nice.
And to this day I've only told a very small group of people this
tale because not only have I never been able to figure it out or find
anything anywhere that even seems familiar to what I saw, but because I figured
they'd never believe me and call it a dream. But this was no dream.
I can't quite get the year straight now, but it was some time
between nineteen eighty seven and nineteen eighty nine. I went to a wana in
the same town of Heart. In the summer, we could pay and go
to a week long summer camp up in Lake Anne near Traverse City. I
had gone one year and I loved it, And the next time I went,
my bestie was also able to go, and we were able to request
the same cabin. It was perfect. We both had top bunks, and
I remember I had my gem sleeping bag. Our cabin was on the edge
of the woods that separated camp from the lake. It was kind of a
long room with bunk beds on each side and a narrow walkway between them.
The door was in the middle, facing the woods, and my bunk was
in the corner to the left opposite wall, so I had a perfect view
of the door. Our councilor's bed was on the other side, to the
right of the door, but she was close. We all were. I
was always a restless sleeper when not at home. It can actually still be
a problem to this day, so I usually woke a few times throughout the
night. I don't remember which night this was, but I woke up at
some point and it was still pitch dark outside. I had been laying on
my back and sort of on my left side, facing outward toward my friend
Michelle's bunk, except I didn't see Michelle because standing right in front of me
was something. At first, my eight or nine year old brain told me
that it was my counselor she and I say she because though she was mostly
just a dark form with no real detail, she clearly had a ponytail in
her hair, and I just knew it was a she. And it was
just standing there, silent still and dark as pitch, but then my eyes
registered a detail I wish it never had, And this, besides the ponytail,
was the only real clear thing I saw, and it's what haunts me.
I'm literally getting chills and my heart is pounding just typing this. Where
her mouth was was something I can only explain as beak like. Her chin
was normal, but instead of a normal jaw, it narrowed drastically and shut
it out almost a foot from her face, and there were tiny sharp teeth.
The top portion didn't quite fit the bottom, almost like she had a
very strange and massive underbite. I couldn't discern if her nose was part of
it, but I do not recall seeing a distinct nose. This beak mouth
was very thin, comparable to a swordfish. Her eyes were just black like
the rest of her. To me, I really believed in those thirty seconds
that if I reached out, I would undoubtedly touch her. She'd be solid.
She just looked like a person standing in a dark room with only very
pale moonlight for illumination, which came from the windows behind her. I stared
at her, she stared at me, and I was frozen for maybe thirty
to forty five seconds, but it felt like Eternitydly, something snapped, and
I pulled my sleeping bag over my head, squeezed my eyes shut, and
somehow, someway I fell back to sleep. I never heard anything. She
never made any noise at all, not coming or going or during, and
as far as I saw, she never flinched, no movement of any kind.
But I knew I could feel that she was a fully aware and conscious
thing. I never spoke of it, not for years, and to this
day, I am not even sure if I ever told Michelle. I've never
been able to find anything anywhere about a creature such as this, so I
honestly do not know what she was, a ghost, a creature, why
the horrifying facial structure. And another thing I absolutely cannot tell you is what
she wanted, why she was there, why it was me, or whether
or not she meant me harm. But I do know she bothered me enough
over three decades that I still barely tell this tale. If you choose to
tell me my stories, and any other listener has ever had an experience with
anything even similar to this, or you just have some theories, I'd love
to know. I've never seen her or anything like her since, but it's
also never fully left my mind. My last story happened only a few years
later, but in the same town of Hart, Michigan. I was eleven
years old and we had just moved back into town and into a four bedroom
apartment. It was my mom, my brother, My Graham, and myself.
We had actually lived not only in the same apartment complex when I was
six, but in that very same apartment. I ended up with the same
room I'd had before. We were upstairs and our apartment was on a corner
of the building. We faced the back of the property, which had a
long sidewalk leading to a chain link fence, and on the other side was
a small playground. There was a slide, teeter totters, and swing sets.
Just feet from the playground equipment, if you kept going, was a
field. The busiest road in town, Old U. S. Thirty one,
was just off to the east of the complex, and I could see
the cars from our windows. We had just moved in and were barely unpacked.
We just had the basics set up, like furniture and such, so
we did not have curtains or blinds on the windows. My bed was in
the corner of my room with my windows just off to my right and behind
me. I didn't care about not having curtains because we were upstairs again.
I do not remember details about the night, but I clearly remember the dream
I was having that started all of this. I've had a few waking dreams
where my dreams bleed over and I actually can recall moving and speaking out loud,
but the dream is still playing in my head, so my body is
awake, but my brain is not. This dream was very uneventful. I
was on a game show, sort of like The Price Is Right. There
were puzzles and such, and you had to accomplish a certain amount to win.
It was rather vague on those details, but I knew it was my
turn, and my puzzle was that they would show me a scene through a
window, and I had to find at least two or three specific items.
My items were a trash can, a ball, and a cat. Then
they showed me the window. This is where I clearly recall propping myself up
on my elbows in my bed and looking out my bedroom window to the playground
and field below. My room was pretty dark, so I saw outside quite
clearly. I looked around, aware of everything physically as well as the story
spinning in my sleeping brain. I say out loud, I found the trash
can, and there's an unidentified white thing that is probably the ball or even
the cat. I then hear clapping, and I remember feeling accomplished and smiling
and laying my head back down into my pillow as the people cheered. As
the cheers faded and my brain began to catch up with my body, my
eyes popped open and I thought unidentified white thing. And at that moment it
hit me that I'd been looking outside of my bedroom window. I sat back
up, uneasy, and I looked back out the window. There where the
sidewalk ended and the grass began was a white blob. It's the best way
I can describe it. It was sort of more oval, but if it
was standing on its end. My first thought was that it was the end
of a light beam. Maybe someone was shining a flashlight at the end of
the sidewalk. However, not only did that not make sense, but there
was no actual beam, just this ovalish orb. Then I realized that it
was floating and not touching the sidewalk at all. As I stared completely stuck,
it seemed to get thinner and then disappear, only to reform moments later.
It did this a few times, and it was during this that I
realized that it was sort of moving, but staying entirely at that spot at
the end of the sidewalk. Whatever it was was sort of pulsing or sort
of flowing within itself. I can't quite explain it. I felt like I
stared at this thing for ages, but I'd guess that it all happened within
five to ten minutes total. It fail, I did out again and stayed
gone for a bit longer than before. Then it came back full force,
and this time it was as if it had noticed me and turned toward me,
because now near the top of this glowy oval sort of thing was a
black hole. This is just about where a face might have been if this
was any sort of human type thing, and it felt like it was looking
at me. Somehow, it began to fade out and reappear much quicker,
and suddenly I realized with utter horror that every time it came back, it
was closer to my building. It was a slow process, but it was
clearly coming toward me. Before I finally lost my composure entirely. It reappeared
almost half the distance closer to my building, and on that black face hole,
I saw what looked like two little bright dots, and for some reason,
my eleven year old heart knew it was somehow going to look straight into
my soul if I did not move. It then started to fade again,
and I broke my paralysis, and I bolted for my door. I dragged
my pillow in my blanket behind me, and I spent the rest of the
night on my mom's floor. At one point I swore I heard a rattling
on my window down the hall, as if a strong wind shook them a
bit, But that very well could have been my fear manifesting. It was
decades before I was able to even look out a window at night, let
alone sleep in a room with uncovered windows, And to this day I still
have no clue what it was, A spirit, an entity, a demon.
All I know is that I somehow knew it was not a nice thing,
not at all. But how evil it may have been, I have
no clue. If any one else does, I'd love to hear it