Hey everyone. Before I begin part one of our twenty twenty three recap,
I want to wish all of you a merry Christmas as well as a happy
holiday. I also want to say thank you for all of your support,
as well as my most recent supporters David, Jeff and Kathy. You are
greatly appreciated. Twenty twenty three was an interesting year for both the podcast and
for myself personally, and in tonight's episode, I'll be sharing several of my
most popular episodes of the past year, and on Thursday, I'll be returning
with Part two. Then on Monday, January first, I'll be back with
an all new episode. So please have a safe and wonderful rest of your
holiday, and thank you again for all of your continued support. With that
being said, let's begin tonight's episode. Thank you for joining me and welcome.
As always, I'm your host, Nick Ryan. Let's begin with our
first experience of the night, which comes to us from Lee Li. Says,
Hi, Nick, thanks for playing my story on the podcast. As
I said, as a child, my house was very haunted and I believed
it was the land. I know from these experiences that there is truly evil
in this world. But good as well. I grew up in an old
farmhouse in Iowa in the middle of nowhere. At night, everything is pitch
black, and I remember seeing shadow figures that were blacker than the darkness behind
the trees. As a child, I remember swinging on our swing sat and
seeing them even during the day, peeking out from behind the hogshed or the
old feed store, and I believed that everyone could see them. The one
I was the most afraid of had a fedora. My room in my house
was used as a store room. It was one of the biggest rooms in
the house, but for some reason, the previous owners had it locked and
only used it for storage. We thought that it was because it was on
the north side of the house that it was always freezing cold, but it
was also because for some reason they never built heat into that room. At
night, I would hear and see shadow figures at the doorway and walking up
and even sitting on the bed. I also felt as if I could feel
icy cold fingers stroking my cheek at night, and I remember at the time
thinking that it was just my imagination. However, after moving away from the
farmhouse, that has never happened again. What truly scared me about the house.
However, wasn't the shadow people or obvious spirits connected to the land,
but it was that I didn't understand it or I had never heard of it
before. Regardless of how dark it was or scary, I was still restless
and loved to ride my bike round the house and shoot baskets at night.
One night, I was out shooting baskets at around midnight to two a m
I had headphones in and my m P three player, so I couldn't hear
anything. All of a sudden, something hit the basketball headboard so hard that
the entire thing shook, and I ducked just in case a ball would fly
up and hit me. I had my sister's bike propped up against the hoop
so the ball would hit it and then fly back to me instead of going
down the hill towards the dark barn. Whatever it was hit the bike and
knocked it over, but I still saw no ball or anything physically hit it.
I then turned around and pulled the headphone out of my ear because I
thought that it was my sister sneaking up on me, and I said,
Penny, you scared the heck out of me. But when I looked back,
no one was there. I told myself that it must have been a
bird that hit it, and I let it go. But then when I
looked ahead, there was a black cat, and I love black cats,
but it was just sitting there and staring at me with its eyes open,
and it didn't blink. The feeling I got from this cat was the same
feeling I would get when I would see the shadow people as a child.
I didn't understand why, though, so I ignored it. I tried to
scare the cat away, but it never moved. I also tried to throw
the ball at it or toward it, but it didn't flinch. I continued
to shoot baskets until I got the overwhelming feeling of being watched, and then
I went inside. My mom asked me why I ran in so fast,
and I told her the story, and I said that there was a cat
that was still outside. She then glanced outside and she saw it staring in
the window at us, and it was just sitting there, almost like it
was frozen, not blinking, and she then said, lock the doors,
and we ignored it for the rest of the night. I didn't tell anyone,
as no one ever believed me anyone, and I didn't understand what it
would even be a few weeks later, we were riding our bikes around the
house at night when my friend ran up to me in a panic and she
said, we need to go inside right now. I said, what happened?
Where's your bike? And she said, I fell off my bike and
when I did, there was a black cat just sitting there staring at me.
I then knew that it was the same thing, but whatever it was
was not a cat. I love cats, and I actually own a black
cat, and I even looked up shape shifters. But the closest thing that
I could find as to what it was is a witch's spy. I believe
it was some sort of spirit or entity that knew its normal form would scare
me away, so it took the form of something else so as not to
cause fear. However, as to why it had to get so close and
why it was watching me, I don't know. The house is across the
street from a church camp, and I also believe that this is the reason
for a lot of the activity, as well as evil spirits being upset and
disturbed by the worship that's going on there. If anyone knows what type of
creature or spirit that was, I would love to know, but it's bothered
me since the day it happened, and I will never forget the unblinking eyes.
Our next experience comes to us from Nate, and Nate's experience is called
something Big Behind the Trees. Nate says, Hi, Nick, thank you
for reading my story about the different colored ghosts and my UFO story. It's
nice to get the stories out. I have restarted the podcast and I've really
enjoyed listening to the stories that all the other listeners send in. I just
recently listened to The Phoenix Lights episode thirty one. I started to think to
myself about my UFO encounter. It was right around the same time of year
in nineteen ninety seven that I saw that UFO. I wonder if it was
the same. It was huge, just like the Phoenix's Lights UFO. I
live in northern Utah, so it wouldn't be outlandish to say that it could
have been the same craft. The story I have today is what I believe
to be Bigfoot. I was around nineteen or twenty in about the year two
thousand, Me and my sister's boyfriend were going fishing in the late afternoon on
a river that was about twenty minutes away from my house. We stopped by
the store to grab some night crawlers, snacks, and drinks. We were
going to stay out late to do some night fishing, so my friend brought
up a spotlight. It was still light outside when we got to the spot
that we were going to fish at. We got set up and got our
lines in the water. The sun was already on the western side of the
mountain, so the river was shaded and we started catching fish pretty quick.
About an hour had passed and it was starting to get dark. I had
a fishing pole that had a glow in the dark tip, so I kept
using the spotlight on the tip of the pole so it would glow for about
five minutes. I kept doing this for a while before I then stuck a
bell on the tip of my pole so I could hear the fish pick up
the bait. And suddenly there was a loud splash in the river. Thinking
that it was a large fish, I used the spotlight in the direction of
the splash, hoping to see the general area of where it came from so
that I could cast my line there. As I moved the light across the
river, another large splash occurred just outside the light beam. I could see
the wave that the splash made and was thinking that this may not be a
fish, thinking it could be some other kind of river animal, like a
beaver or muskrat. I moved the light to the location of the second splash,
and I didn't see any type of animal or even a fish. What
I did see at that spot was a large boulder landing in the water.
The boulder was about the size of a car battery and probably weighed about eighty
pounds. I asked my friend in whispered tones, where did that come from,
and he responded with I don't know. I kept shining the light and
starting to look across the river. Across the river was a bunch of bush
like trees with thick foliage about twelve feet high. If someone had thrown that
boulder through those trees, we would have heard the crash of breaking branches and
seen the debris in the river. Realizing this boulder was probably thrown over the
trees, I started to get freaked out. I then told my friend,
I think someone or something doesn't want us here. As I said that I
was shining the light to the top of the trees and I watched another boulder
come over the top and splash into the river. We jumped up and grabbed
our poles. Our chairs and other items were left next to the river as
we ran for the truck and got the hell out of there. My friend
went back the next day to get the chairs and other items. The food
was missing, but the chairs were still there. Something to note is that
my great uncle saw a sasquatch in that canyon in the early eighties. He
had a cast of a print and some hare that he believes to be sasquat.
There have been other sightings of sasquatch from other people in northern Utah,
but most stay quiet or tell the story to close friends and people that they
can trust. They don't put it out on the news or anything like that.
We have large mountain ranges here in Utah with lots of wilderness that hasn't
been deeply explored. It could easily be a place where sasquatch could live.
Thanks for reading my story, Nick, and keep the podcast going. This
next odd experience comes to us from Aaron, and Aaron's report is called real
or false Memory in the woods, Aaron says, Hello, the podcast is
great. I love hearing others' experiences, and most of them sound genuine.
I have listened to most of the episodes, but I tend to focus on
the forest related ones. As an outdoorsman, I know that nature is even
more fans fantastic than it looks. As for paranormal I am a believer.
However, I don't seek it out, so most of the time my life
is rooted in the world of the explained. I want to share a disturbing
experience I had when I was three years old. I have no explanation,
so I dubbed the experience as a false memory. In about the center of
Michigan, my family owns twenty five acres that back up to one hundred acres
of state land. It gives the illusion of no man's land, for aside
from the cabin, there is just the sounds of nature. From the cabin.
Across the dirt road is the remainder of our property, and it is
this lot that borders the state land. As a family, we would take
lots of hikes, so on a fall day we did just that. This
memory is very vivid to me. I am going to account in full detail.
Then afterwards you will see how strange it is. We set off,
my mom, dad, and I leaving the cabin. We crossed the road
and walked through our lot on to state land. We hiked up a hill
and followed that ridge. On the hike, my family made small talk as
we walked the clear trail. My mom was messing with me as there was
a large mound of sand, which she claimed was a bear den. However,
I didn't buy it, and we hiked on. My parents had a
destination in mind, so our course led us to a trailer in the middle
of the woods. My parents knocked on the door and a tall man opened
it, but I do not remember his face. The man wore blue overalls
and a flannel shirt. He had a big black dog. We went inside
the trailer. Mom and Dad talked with the man while I played and petted
his dog. After some time, we left, making it back to our
cabin before dark. We then ate dinner and I was put to bed.
Now I swear on whatever is worth swearing on that this event happened in my
life. However, nobody else remembers it. My parents claim this never happened.
I have recreated this hike many times, and there is absolutely no trailer
with that man and dog to be found. After this hike, I lost
the ability to walk. We were up by a lake in walking distance from
the cabin where I fell. My legs quit working. My parents rushed me
to the er, and I was diagnosed with post viral intoxia, whatever that
is, and in time I had to relearn how to walk. I do
not remember losing my ability to walk, but I do remember the hike that
nobody else remembers clear as day. There is no clear trail on that state
land. It is all thick bush, particularly on that ridge. It's not
somewhere that you would be trekking with a three year old. Also, at
that time period, my brother was an infant. There is no way that
my mom would leave a baby in the cabin alone while we hiked. So
what happened here? Did my brain create a false memory? And if so,
why or did this happen and everyone else just forgot? It just trips
me out. If anyone has any input on this, please pass it on.
Thanks for reading if you do, and be sure to take it easy.
Thanks. After reading Aaron's experience, I reached back out with some questions
in order to clarify some details. I asked Darin if there had been any
issues with losing consciousness during this time period, perhaps while in the forest or
even in the er. I was trying to rule out anything that might explain
the theory of this being nothing more than a false memory. I also wanted
to verify that Aarin indeed had zero memory of losing the ability to walk,
as well as the rehabilitation period. I am also aware that certain infections can
affect the brain and cause someone to lose their memory or even hallucinate. However,
not only did Aaron's response answer my questions, but it lends credibility to
the notion that this is much more than just a false memory. This is
what Aaron had to say. Yes, I have no memory of losing the
ability to walk or relearning how to walk. They said that it took a
month to rehabilitate. No, I never lost consciousness. My parents said that
I was actually happy and unaware of my condition, or that not being able
to walk didn't bother me. How my folks explain this is weird. One
moment I was running around and the next I just couldn't walk and I was
crawling. The incident freaked out my parents, who still mention it from time
to time. I remember the walk to the trailer vividly, and to be
honest, it is one of my only memories from this time period. I'm
twenty six now and I can't wrap my head around it. And I've discussed
this openly with my family and even my friends. Trust me, this experience
makes no sense to me, and as a person I am labeled as rational.
This false memory is so ingrained in me, and I just wonder why,
wh or is it even falls. When I retold this event to my
brother recently, while we were at the cabin, his girlfriend told me that
she had a dream the night prior. This is what she dreamt. Quote.
I was in the woods across the street. I went to a similar
trailer. Inside was a man in overalls and a flannel. His skin was
gray, and he told me that I shouldn't be there, so I laughed.
Unquote. What she recounted was weird to me, so I decided to
include it. Take it easy, Aaron ps. My legs were not paralyzed.
I just couldn't walk. Weird stuff our first experience of the night comes
to us from Will, and Will's experience is called Lady in the Bathroom.
Will says, let me give a little background before I begin my story.
From the time I was three years old until I was in second grade,
I lived with my grandma. She lived in a small town with a population
of less than fifteen hundred people. This was in the north central part of
West Virginia back in nineteen eighty three. At this time I was fifteen years
old. My dad and his then girlfriend had rented an old, two story
house in the same town where my grandma lived. The previous owner of the
house had passed away years before. Now keep in mind that this house was
rumored to be haunted by an elderly lady who had originally owned it, but
a lot of people my age thought that this was just a hoax. I
wasn't among the non believers because it wasn't my first paranormal experience, but it
was the first one I had that scared the crap out of me. I
had gone to spend a couple of weeks with my dad since it was summer,
and I had stayed up until the early hours of the morning watching TV.
When I was finely ready to go to bed, I went to use
the bathroom before turning in. I was already starting to have trouble keeping my
eyes open because I was so tired. I left my room and headed down
the hall to the bathroom, and when I opened the bathroom door, I
saw an old lady sitting on the toilet. Because I was raised to be
respectful and being half asleep, I said, oh, I'm sorry, and
I stepped back out of the bathroom and I pulled the door shut. After
a moment, it finally registered what I had seen, and at the same
time, I realized to the woman was because I had just seen a picture
of her, and yes, it was the lady who had previously owned the
house. Needless to say, I went back to my room without using the
bathroom, and I hid under the covers until my dad got up for work.
After that, I went to stay with my grandma, who lived a
couple blocks away, and I only spent time with my dad in the evenings
after he got home from work. I've had many paranormal experiences since then,
so when someone asks me if I believe in ghosts, my answer is always
a resounding yeaes. Our next report comes to us from Diego, and Diego's
experience is called just Keep Listening to the Radio. Diego says, Hi,
Nick, I've been listening to your podcast for a long time, and lately
I've been listening to it a lot, and it made me reconsider sharing my
experience. Here it goes. I was about twelve or thirteen years old,
and me and my older brother by two years had some friends on the same
street, and we would always hang out and do what kids do. One
of these friends lived just a few houses away from ours, and we would
go there to hang out, but not too often because I didn't really like
the vibe of that house. It's important to mention that this friend had two
little sisters. One of them had her room on one of the sides at
the end of the corridor, and she had many dolls on her bed.
I never really liked those dolls because they had this weird look and I thought
that they were a bit creepy. Also, separating the rooms at the end
of the corridor there was a big mirror. Another important fact that I should
mention is that this house had always had bad energy. As I mentioned before,
and my friend's family would always argue about anything and yell at each other.
One day, I was hanging out with my brother and his friend.
We were listening to the radio at his place and just talking and laughing about
stuff. We were in the living room on the opposite end of the corridor
where the rooms were. Maybe twenty minutes passed when we heard a noise come
from one of the rooms at the end of the corridor, like something fell
on the floor. We didn't really pay much attention to it and just decided
to keep listening to the radio until we heard the same noise again, so
we turned the volume down and stood facing the mirror at the end of the
corridor. This is when we saw a shapeless shadow crossing from the room where
the dolls were to the opposite room, shattering the mirror on its way.
We didn't think twice and just ran out of the house to ours, shaking
and asking ourselves if what we saw was real. Many years have passed after
that experience, and I had always wondered if my brother remembered that day until
a few years ago when I asked him if he did, but his reply
was I don't want to talk about it. I was a bit surprised since
my brother is very open minded, but I just decided to respect his answer
and I never asked again. Listening to similar stories in your podcast made me
realize that what I experienced may have been an entity living there and making people
behave in a certain way that would make them fight and argue. I felt
like I was being watched several times when I used to walk past that house,
and I always perceived this negative energy coming from there. Thank you for
reading, and thanks in advance in case you decide to read my story.
Always keep a positive energy to protect yourselves out there. Fellow listeners, cheers,
diego. Our next experience comes to us from Alexandra and Alexandra's story is
called I Believe My Daughter Saw a Ghost. Alexandra says he Nick, I
wanted to tell you and the listeners about this experience my daughter and I had
at the end of December of twenty twenty two. We are a family of
five, my husband and I, two children, Camilla eleven and William one,
and our german pointer, Casey. We are house hunting and decided to
schedule a viewing at a house in LaVita, Texas. We live in Temple,
Texas, and are trying to find a home in a small town.
This town only has a church, cemetery, fire department, volunteer truck,
and a few houses. When we arrived at the house, everything looked normal
outside, going inside smelled like something was rotting, and my daughter Camilla,
decided that she wanted to wait outside. We walked through and noticed that everything
from the owners was still at the home and intact, as if they left
but didn't have time to take their belongings. This seemed odd to me,
but at the time I hadn't had the time to find out any information about
the house. Half way through, we hear our daughters scream, mom,
mommy, come here. I saw someone. She was very scared and pale.
She proceeded to tell us that while waiting outside, she was looking at
the grass and surroundings, and when she looked up, she saw a woman.
She said. The woman looked pale and ran fast and then disappeared when
our daughter looked at her. After that, we got a bad vibe and
decided that we weren't going to try to purchase the home. I tried to
find information about the house and found out the owners were a couple. The
husband died about ten years ago. He was a veteran, and according to
his obituary, he died in the town, which makes me believe that he
died in the house since there were no hospitals close by. The wife died
in November of twenty twenty two, and her obituary states the same She died
in the town. I believe they both died in the home, and maybe
my daughter saw the lady that owned this house with her husband. Thank you
for the podcast. It's very entertaining and interesting, and I'm always looking forward
to new episodes. Thank you. If you read my story, Alexandra,
our next experience, it comes to us from Holly and Holly's encounter, is
called Haunted Trailer. Holly says, I've been listening for a couple months now
and have gotten to episode two fifty so far. I love the long stories.
I listen in the morning, mostly at work, before anyone gets there.
Sometimes when something makes a noise, I jump, but I keep listening
anyway. I wanted to share what happened to me back in two thousand and
seven and two thousand and eight. This was in Northeast Oklahoma. I was
nineteen or twenty years old, and a friend of mine i'll call her H,
had her own plays. I would hang out and occasionally spend the night.
Until the first occurrence. H had never mentioned anything spooky happening to her,
but later told me that supposedly a young man had lived in the house
years ago when it was a meth house and had been killed when a drug
deal went wrong. She'd liked to mess with me, though, so I
kind of always doubted that story. Something was definitely in the house, though.
One night, maybe six months before I moved in, I stayed at
H's house. It was an older trailer house at least twenty years old,
and was fourteen by sixty so pretty small. It had a kitchen at one
end, then the living room, a hallway that led to a small bedroom,
then the bathroom, and at the other end of the house was a
large bedroom. She had to work early and I didn't have anything going on
the next day, so I slept in after she left. She always locked
the doors when she left. I was in the small bedroom, which was
about nine feet by eight feet and the twin size bed took up most of
the room. It was in the corner furthest from the door. There was
a small sliding door closet that was closed. I couldn't sleep with the door
opened at the time, so the bedroom door was closed. And this door
was hard to close. You had to lift up and push on the door
and knobbed to make sure that it was closed and latched. I had stayed
over several times before in this room, so I knew how to close the
door, so it was completely closed. It was not quiet, there was
always a very audible click. I woke up suddenly, but did not open
my eyes. I could feel a presence in the room. I was facing
the wall with the covers around my shoulders and laying on my left side.
I laid there for a minute waiting. I didn't hear anything. I just
felt something in the room with me. I was trying to decide what to
do when I felt what seemed to be a knee press on the bed just
beside my shoulder, as though someone had been standing even with my head and
shoulders, and then knelt with one knee on the bed behind me, like
they were going to kneel over me. I know I was awake. I
very distinctly felt the bed sink down behind my shoulder. I instantly opened my
eye, threw back the covers, and spun over. There was no one
in the room. There was nowhere for anyone to hide. The bed was
too low to hide under, and the closet door was closed. I did
check both anyways. There was absolutely no way anyone could have left the room
without me hearing or even that quickly, I checked the rest of the house
and then double checked the doors to make sure that they were indeed locked.
Both were locked, and no one was in the house besides me. I
left and didn't stay over for a while after that. The next incident in
that house happened in December of two thousand and seven. H called me nearly
hysterical and asked me to come over. She only explained what was going on
when I got there. She had a small radio CD player, and the
CD player part had the buttons that pressed down and stayed down until pressed again,
at which time the button popped up, so when she played a CD,
the play button stayed depressed until she pressed the stop button. This radio
also had a repeat option, so the CD could be played all night.
She listened to a mixture of rock and roll, country, and Christian music.
This particular evening, she had a Christian CD playing. She told me
that it had been turned off the previous night, and then it had happened
again while listening to it before bed. Usually she had it on just before
going to bed and while sleeping. This radio was not automatic. You had
to press the stop button to stop the CD. I examined the CD player,
pushing the buttons and trying to get it to stop somehow without pressing the
stop button, but I couldn't figure out a way to make it do that.
She didn't feel comfortable staying alone that night and asked me to stay.
It was at this point I remembered the knee on the bed, but she
begged me, so I consented to stay. She had told me the radio
only acted up up when there was a Christian CD in there. It didn't
happen with rock and roll or country CDs. But she had thought that the
country CDs were turned down occasionally, and she usually had the volume up as
loud as it could go. That night, I slept in her bed with
the Christian CD on, and I did wake up once and the CD had
been stopped. I switched out CDs to a rock and roll one and went
back to sleep, and nothing happened the rest of the night. Several months
later, she wanted me to move in, and since I wanted out of
my parents' house and was a month away from turning twenty, I did.
I moved into the bedroom where I had the previous experience. I don't know
what I was thinking the first night I was in there. I set up
my room. I had a radio with a CD player as well, which
was at the foot of my bed. Due to how little space there was.
The face of this radio lit up and it had a remote with it.
It could be set to sleep timer when the volume station CDs and sleep
timer could be controlled with the remote. This remote had to be pointed directly
at the radio for it to work. If it was turned slightly away,
it would not work. I had had this radio for about two years at
this point and I had never had any issues with it. I was reading
before bed and had the lights off except a small lamp beside the bed,
and the door was shut. My radio was turned to a local country station
and was on the lowest volume setting. I had set the sleep timer to
thirty minutes with the expectation that I would be asleep, but I had read
longer than expected and was still awake when it was on one minute left.
I know that it was one minute because the volume suddenly turned off. The
radio was still on, the light still flashing, only the volume was off.
I stopped and looked at it. It was only about three feet away
from where I was sitting on the bed. I grabbed my remote and turned
back up to volume number one, took off the sleep timer, and set
the remote back down. I thought that maybe when the timer got to one
minute left, the volume would go down and then the radio would turn off.
I hadn't experienced this, but normally I was already asleep when it turned
off from the sleep timer. I had read a couple sentences when again the
volume turned off. This time, I turned the volume up using the controls
on the radio itself, and I moved the remote to point away from the
radio. I thought that maybe something was going on with the remote. I
then looked directly at the display of the radio and watched it. About a
minute later, the volume turned off again and displayed on the screen as though
someone had manually turned it down. I was getting freaked out at this point,
and I looked around the room. I didn't see anyone, of course,
but I set out loud, whoever's there, please stop messing with my
radio. I then turned the volume back up up to number one, and
it did not turn down again. The rest of the time I was in
that house, which was about eight months, the radio was never messed with.
It never malfunctioned again. One night, while home alone, I was
in the shower. There was a decent gap at the bottom of the doors
and you could see under them. The bathroom was located between the bedrooms,
and across from the bathroom door was the washer and dryer. The door for
the bathroom was set back a bit from the washer and dryer space. I
was showering when I heard footsteps. They weren't particularly loud, but this was
an older trailer house and it was hard to be quiet. I freaked out,
knowing that h wasn't supposed to be home for at least an hour.
Her grandpa, who owned the trailer house and lived across the road, did
have a key, but he was always good about giving us warning before coming
over, and he had my number to text me if he was going to
come in. My phone was in the bathroom and it had not gone off,
and I hadn't heard either of the outside doors open. I was done
showering, so I turned off the water and I grabbed my towel and listened
hard. The steps sounded like they came down the hall, passed my room,
and were outside the bathroom door. There were maybe a dozen steps or
so. My eyes were glued to the gap under the door, but I
couldn't see a shadow as I normally would be able to if a person was
standing there. I didn't hear anything more, so I talked myself into stepping
out. I seriously considered staying in the bathroom until H got home, but
I didn't have my clothes in there and wanted to be dressed if I was
going to be attacked by a ghost. I stepped out of the bathroom and
into my room, got dressed in record time, and checked the house.
No one was there. When H got home, I told her what happened,
and she texted her Grandpa and asked if he had come into the house,
although all the doors had been locked when I got out of the shower.
He said that he had not been in the house. In this next
experience, we had some coasters that H wanted to throw away as she had
gotten some new ones. Her mom lived about a half a mile down the
road, and we would take our trash to her dumpster to be picked up
by the trash service. She had taken them down there to throw away,
but I did not know this. I went into my room after getting home
from class one day and they were on the window sill. As it had
been cloudy that day and I had left my window open. I thought that
H had the coasters, went into my room to close the window in case
it rained, and then forgot the coasters in my room. When she got
home that night. I questioned her, but she was adamant that she had
thrown the coasters away that morning at her mom's. Because I liked the coasters,
we left them in my room for my ewes and they never moved again.
Next H's cousin came over one night and she and H were up somewhat
late. I had to be up early, so I went to bed.
The wall my bed was against was shared with the living room, and after
lying in bed for five minutes or so, I began to hear noises.
I could hear the TV just enough to hear that it was on, but
not enough to make out what they were watching. However, these noises were
louder. It sounded like H and her cousin were throwing with force a large
ball against the walls, or that they were running and slamming their hands against
the wall, pausing then slamming into the wall on the other side. Because
H was very particular about taking good care of her house, I knew that
she would never do either of these things. I almost got up to see
what they were doing, but I had to be up very early, and
I knew that if I went in the living room and they were quietly sitting,
I would never get to sleep. So I tuned it out the best
I could and went to sleep. The next day, I asked H about
it, and she said that they hadn't been doing anything that would make those
noises like I had described in this next experience, a friend of H's,
which I knew from high school, a little named M, stayed over one
night and we had been watching TV in the living room. H went to
bed and I followed. Shortly after. I was reading in my room at
the door closed when M texted me and asked if I had been standing in
the hallway outside my door. Just now. A quick side note about m
Supposedly he had seen H's dead father for a few seconds years before in their
yard mowing one day. He claimed to have seen other ghosts as well.
Anyway, I stepped out of the living room and stood in front of him
where I could see him and down the hall, and I asked what he
was talking about. He said that as he was watching TV, out of
the corner of his eye, he had seen something move. It had looked
tall, though, maybe six feet. I'm five four and H was a
couple inches shorter than me. He wanted it to be me, but thought
that it looked like a man walking towards him. When he turned his head,
it was gone. I slept in the living room on the floor with
him on some blankets that night. Though why I thought that that would protect
me, I'm not sure. I think it was because that he had seen
it outside my door, and if I stayed in my bedroom I would be
in there alone, so I decided that it was best to sleep where there
was another person. Some time later, maybe a couple of months, H
was in the kitchen chopping up veggies during the middle of the day, for
lunch and I was doing homework in my bedroom with the door closed. She
hollered at me, and I came out to the living room and asked what
she wanted. It was pretty much the same thing. She had seen a
tall figure in the hallway from the corner of her eye. However, when
she looked up, it was gone. I hadn't seen or heard anything.
That was part of the reason I always kept my door shut. I didn't
want to see or hear. We moved out when she bought a house,
and nothing ever happened in the new house. Her cousin moved in for a
while and then back out, and she moved back in after a year or
so. She had a son under a year old, and I asked her
at one point if anything ever happened anymore in the trailer house. It was
several years after I lived there, and she said nothing had happened after she
moved back in with her son. Maybe the ghost didn't like kids. She
was there for several more years, had a boyfriend who stayed over, got
pregnant and had another son, dumped that boyfriend and got another boyfriend who would
stay over as well with his son, and no one ever had any more
sightings or had anything happen in the house that I'm aware of. She then
got married to that last boyfriend and moved into his house, and I lost
touch with her. But the trailer house is still there. I don't know
if anyone lives in it now, but it was definitely interesting while I was
there. Let's begin with our first experience of the night, which comes to
us from Terran, and Terran's story is called My Personal Experience with Shadow People.
Teren says, Hello. First of all, I want to say that
I have no pictures to show you, so you can choose to believe me
or not. It's your choice. I'm not here to make that decision for
you, simply to tell you my story. So, even from a young
age, I've always felt different in some capacity, whether that's having very vivid
and horrifying nightmares or seeing things in my general area while I sat on the
floor. Growing up, I'd see lights in the sky that aren't explainable,
seeing shapes and eyes in the dark with my friends. But that's not what
this is about. This story is about my experience with a shadow figure.
I deeply believe that these beings are real, not only that, but they
feed on sadness and other negative emotions. And my reason for this is I
only started seeing this after my parents broke up. I was thirteen at the
time. It started very nonchalant to begin with. As frightening as it was
for a thirteen year old to see a black, translucent person standing ominously in
front of them, it didn't feel threatening at least not at that stage anyway.
For the first year or so, it would only observe. It would
stand in various areas around my house and or places that I frequented, like
school friends' houses, et cetera. However, it was very rarely inside of
buildings, only usually outside in open places or peering around walls, bushes and
sometimes trees. No one else could see it but me, so of course
that was unnerving. I don't know what the turning point was, but it
was getting closer to me. At first, it used to stand in the
field staring up at my window, almost as if it was hoping that I
would like outside, whereas now it was in my back garden instead, or
rather standing in the playground at school. In the open. It would be
waiting by the building, but still visible to me through the window. I
could feel its presence getting closer to me, but not only that, the
atmosphere would also change every time I'd see it, and I'd have what I
can only describe as a panic attack, but it didn't feel the same.
I was frozen and hyperventilating, my eyes transfixed on its featureless phase. Time
seemed to slow down around me, but soon I would then have what I
called a three second window for me to quote unquote escape the best I could,
whether that was simply shutting the curtain in my room and jumping into my
bed under the covers, or ducking down in the kitchen and crawling out after
seeing it outside the window across the street. This isn't the only time that
I've had these prompts, and typically before it would appear to me if I
was outside and suddenly I would feel a chill, mostly followed by the sensation
of wind on my skin, but when I looked up to the trees or
anything else easily capable of moving, it would be still. Instead, I
would just feel the wind specifically around me, as if it was zoning in
on me. You could say, this would send me straight into action,
and I would run home. If I was out with my friends or in
any building that I thought would be safe if I wasn't near my house.
This would happen every now and then for over a year or two, but
the timeline is hard to remember. This wasn'tuntil a point it got too close
to me for what I assume was its own good One night, as I
was just getting ready to go to sleep, I closed my eyes. I
should note that I was sleeping with my bedroom lamp on for obvious reasons.
Within a few minutes, I would say, I heard a big, echoey
thud just feet away from my bed. My eyes opened, immediately scanning the
room until it locked on the black, shadowy figure standing across the room for
me. It was staring down at the guitar that I assume it had just
knocked over, creating the noise, almost concerned about it. It realized I
was awake and that I was looking straight at it. It turned to me
and then slowly dissipated and then vanished before my very eyes. I laid there,
frozen in fear, staring at where this being had just been standing,
and for the first time to my knowledge, it had been in my house,
my one safe haven had now been infiltrated. I shouted from my mom,
to which she came upstairs and I explained what had happened. But despite
her reservations, she did believe that something must have happened, otherwise why would
the guitar be on the floor. She had also just checked on me moments
before and knew that I was asleep. She would have heard me get up
afterwards, since the floorboards in bed were squeaky. However, she heard nothing
but the thud of the guitar, so she almost had to believe me.
Fast forward a few months after that, and seeing the this being was very
on and off. Some days I'd see it more than once in a day,
but other times I could go weeks without seeing it at all, almost
to the point of forgetting that it was present in my life. And this
is the major experience that I've been wanting to tell you. It was a
normal school day and I was sitting in Spanish class, a lesson that I
typically enjoyed, and suddenly I felt a kind of pull, which is the
best way I know how to describe it. It wasn't physical, though,
almost like my soul and entire being was being pulled somewhere, but I didn't
know how or why. I ignored it at first, but it persisted until
I slowly started to zone out. Then every sound around me slowly faded,
as did my vision. Then I realized what was happening. The best way
I can describe the scenery is it was a large green field covered with grass,
and the sky was blue, almost eerily similar to the old windows background.
But that wasn't my concern. Instead, as I turned around to understand
my surroundings and where I was, I saw it. It was right there
behind me. It was a massive, towering, black humanoid mass staring down
at me. Again. I froze with fear, and time seemingly stopped once
again, but this time I had no escape. It reached out with its
long arm and grabbed me by the throat in a quick motion, raising me
above the ground. But just as it did so, another sensation washed over
me. It was a building type of feeling until a massive force was expelled
from both of us, sending both me and the entity flying in opposite directions.
A large orange colored ring emanated from the source of where we had been
standing and rippled across the landscape, similar to when you drop a pebble in
a pond. Realizing I was freed, the being desperately crawled and clawed toward
me, and I then closed my eyes, accepting my inevitable fate. But
the sound of my teacher burst into my ears, and I opened my eyes
to find that I was back in the classroom, unharmed. I scanned around
the room to make sure I was really safe, and my classmate even asked
if I was okay, and he said that I seemed to have zoned out,
but that I looked scared. I told him that I was okay and
just tired, and I went back to focusing on the lesson. But I
will never be able to forget that day and what happened. After speaking with
a friend of mine about it recently, she told me that I could have
potentially and mistakenly astral projected to this world that this being lives in, which
wouldn't have been the first time I've astral projected by mistake, but that's another
story for another time. After this, again, the sightings were sporadic.
It seemed to follow me even when I was traveling with family. I once
even saw it in my ex girlfriend's apartment while I was hugging her in bed,
and of course her back was toward the doorway where I saw it.
This would happen for another few years, to the point of me even seeing
it at work inside the building, but I could never see it on the
cameras. I'm twenty three now and I haven't seen it for a long time,
but recently the nature of my job role has changed and I now have
to walk to work at five thirty in the morning. It's a twenty five
minute walk and it's pitch black except for some street lights dotted down the road.
I can assuredly tell you that I never feel alone, and often I
feel the wind rushing around myself, and I see the trees are still.
I hear rustling in the bushes, and trees behind and next to me,
Whispers from the darkness, and leaves on the floor seem to follow my exact
path again, with no feeling of the wind blowing anywhere but around me.
I constantly feel an overwhelming sense of dread, with the anticipation of evil around
me. So maybe it's the being's way of letting me know that even though
I haven't seen it in over two years now, it's still here, and
it's still watching me. Our next experience of the night comes to us from
Eric, and Eric's story is called Glitch in the Matrix. Eric says,
hello there, I would like to share this strange event with you in hopes
of receiving an answer. This event was witnessed by at least five people,
including myself that I'm aware of. This strange event occurred a few weeks ago
on a Saturday, at around one thirty pm. It was a bright sunny
day with no clouds. Inside. Our home was brightly lit by the sunlight,
and we were cleaning and organizing our kitchen when all of a sudden,
the sunlight seemed to have switched off for a few seconds. It was a
dark, purple bluish hue, and before our minds were able to register this
incident, poof there was sunlight. We were shocked by this event, and
we ran outside to see what had happened. I speculated that a plane had
flown over our home, but as my mother pointed out, no airplane has
the capacity to entirely cover the sunlight. Later that day, I spoke with
a dear friend whom I mentioned the story to. They too experienced this strange
event in their home the prior day to our experience. I have no idea
what to make of this, or perhaps God is giving us a sign that
our time is near. I have searched for an answer, thinking that maybe
it was a satellite or some other man made object. From our perspective,
it looked like the sun was either completely covered or it was switched off.
It did not look like something passed over our home casting a shadow. I
hope that there is someone out there that may have an explanation to this,
or perhaps it was a glitch in our matrix. I contacted Eric to get
more information on the time of day and location where this event took place,
and once I get more information on the report, I'll be sure to post
it on the show. Our next experience of the Night comes to us from
Madeleine, and Madeleine's experience is called Strange Shadowy Black Figures. Madeleine says,
Heinick. I just started watching your podcast a few months ago, and I
really enjoy it. I've been wanting to share my story, and I finally
decided it's time. I was around eleven or twelve when I went on a
walk round my neighborhood with my dogs and my dad. We live in a
very large neighborhood with a golf course located inside. It was almost dark when
we started the walk, maybe around eight forty five p m. We started
down the side of the road and I get uneasy feelings very often while walking
at night, and usually there has been nothing, but this time I saw
something. We walked down one side of the golf course and crossed the road
to the other side, and it was now completely dark. Normally, no
one walks on the golf course at night, since you can't really see anything
without a flashlight, and it was late when we walk. Me and my
dad have very good vision at night, so we never use a flashlight.
We are walking down the middle of the course when I see two seemingly tall
people, maybe five eight or five nine. They were all in black with
no color, and I would have been able to see details from how close
I was to them, but I couldn't make out anything just black. I
suddenly feel the hairs on my arms and neck stand up while watching these people.
They never look wave or anything, which I found unusual since people in
my neighborhood are very friendly and they always wave but these people just kept walking.
I kept on talking to my dad and trying to get rid of the
uneasy feeling while still staring at these people. I then looked away for one
second to fix my dog's leash, and they were gone. It's like they
disappeared into thin air. I then asked my dad if he had seen the
people, and he was clueless about the whole ordeal. My dogs normally bark
at people that close, but even they didn't seem to see them. I
was the only one who saw it. It's not like they could have gone
behind a tree or into a house, because it was a flat piece of
land with only the golf course flagpole nearby. They just disappeared, but I
swear that they were there. It left me shook for the rest of the
night, and I haven't told anyone what I saw but my dad and my
best friend. I google searched the next morning, and all I've found was
shadow people, but I don't know. I have another story about another encounter
with black figures before this one, but it's shorter and for another time.
Thank you for reading my story, and have a nice day, Madeleine.
Our next experience comes to us from Lord Will, and Lord Will says hello,
Nick. Ever since I found your podcast, I have become a faithful
listener. I have submitted stories. I have even been able to have email
chats with other listeners and hopefully been able to help them, just as you
have helped all of oz. Sometimes we just need an outlet to get a
story off our chest, Sometimes we want information, and sometimes we really need
the help of others. I am so thankful for your podcast. There is
no judgment, no ridicule, no teasing, so I am sure I speak
for all of the other listeners when I say thank you Nick. Now,
as promised in a previous email, here are the stories of Milo, the
Cat, and the Mimic. I don't remember when the mimic actually began to
be with me, but I remember strange occurrences all my life. I call
it a mimic, but sometimes it's more like an echo. I will hear
someone call my name, and it's always a familiar voice, like my mother
or my sister, and then later in life it was my wife or my
kids. The thing is, whenever I went to see what they were calling
me for, they would say say they never called me, or they were
not even there. Later in life. I would even see someone I know
walk by in the house, down the hall or up the stairs. It
was just a glimpse of them out of the corner of my eye, but
it was enough to know that I definitely saw them. However, then I
would see them in a different place in the house and ask didn't I just
see you back there? And of course the answer was always null. Eventually,
my wife and kids started experiencing the same things in our homes, so
I would simply tell them, don't worry, that's just the mimic. Over
the years, my family and I have not felt anything evil from the mimic,
at least not yet. This is my next story. My family is
a cat family. We love our feline family members very much. They are
always allowed to freely room our home day and night. I mean, it's
their home too. The reason I mention this will be clear later in the
story. There was this one house that we live in about a mile away
from the house that I call the corner house, and I will call this
house the very active House. This house had an upstairs room that was boarded
up that our landlord told us to stay out of. Every night, we
would hear someone in cowboy boots walking around in there. This house had shadow
people being seen all the time. But worst of all was the basement.
There was one corner in the far back that the light would never reach,
and this was where my kids and I could swear that we always heard growling.
So anyway, one day, my wife was walking into the dining room
to set the table for dinner and I heard her kind of screech. It
was kind of like a half gasp, half scream. I ran out to
see what had happened, thinking that maybe it was a spider or a mouse.
However, she just pointed to the table and said, a cat just
jumped from that countertop to the table. I looked at her, confused,
trying to ask her which one of our cats it was, and wondering why
this would have scared her. But she then said it was a big,
fluffy, white cat, and when it hit the table, it disappeared.
After that sighting, we began to occasionally feel a cat rub up against our
leg for attention, but of course when we would reach down to pet them,
there would be no cat. Our cats loved to climb into bed in
the middle of the night sometimes and lay either with us or on us.
We began to feel a cat come in and climb on us to cuttle up
and sleep, but whenever we reached over to hug them, there would be
no cat. We began to accept that we just happened to have a new
cat in the family that we just couldn't see. One really nice summer day,
I was sitting out on the front porch when a man walked by and
just happened to ask, so, how do you like living here? For
a second, I thought, what an odd question, but then I thought,
well, maybe he knows something, so I replied, it's great if
you like weird spooky things. He then laughed and said I know what you
mean. I used to live here with that. I took a chance and
asked, have you ever seen a ghost cat? This question kind of startled
him, and he asked me to describe the cat. As I did so,
the man started to tear up a little, and then he slowly smiled.
He said that would be milo. He passed away while I lived here.
I'm glad that he found a nice family to stay with. But then
he asked me a question that still scares me to this day. When I
remember the fear in his voice. I get goosebumps literally right now. He
asked me, have you seen or heard the demon dog in the basement.
I then told him about the growling. Now, before I continue with Lord
Will's experience, be warned that it involves animal cruelty and listener discretion. As
advised, Lord Will goes on to say, the story he told me is
a horrible one. Apparently, the people that lived in the Very Active house
had dogs and used them in dog fights. They would keep these dogs down
in the basement and treat them horribly and even partially starve them to make them
mean. One day, they didn't lock up all of the cages properly,
and one of the dogs got out and somehow tore open the other cages and
it killed the other dogs. I'm not sure how many dogs there were,
but the next day when they went back to check on the dogs, they
were attacked and had to shoot the killer dog. When the police came in.
It was a horrible mess to clean and arrests to make, and probably
a lot of stitches for the man that got attacked. As for the house,
it ended up with a demon dog spirit in the deepest, darkest corner
of the basement. Thank you again, Nick, for all that you do
for us paranormalized people out there, your friendly neighborhood spooky man, Lord Will.
Our next experience also comes from Lord Will, and he says, Hello,
Nick. I am writing to you to share an experience that I recently
had while in the hospital. It does deal with some bad news for myself,
but I am okay if you share this story with your listeners. This
past Monday, January twenty third, twenty twenty three, I had a routine
doctor's visit in which some routine blood work was being done. That night,
around eight pm, I received a call from my doctor telling me that he
needed me to get to the hospital emergency room immediately. Although my blood work
came back looking perfect, there was one number that was very concerning. My
blood platelet level was at one thousand and a normal level is at two hundred
thousand. Now, because everything else on the panel looked absolutely perfect, it
was possible that it was simply an error, but unfortunately it was not.
It took me until Thursday, January twenty sixth, twenty twenty three before my
levels got to a one hundred thousand, and they were comfortable with letting me
go home. I will be seeing an oncologist on February sixth of twenty two,
twenty three, to find out the results of the special blood tests that
they have to run. If those numbers come back weird, my next step
will be a bone marrow biopsy. So I will start by saying that if
you do share this with your listeners, I am openly asking for prayers,
good thoughts, and positive vibes or whatever they believe in. I will accept
because I appreciate and believe in them all. Now, for what happened on
my second night in the ICU realm. Of course, around two thirty a
m. I couldn't sleep due to the nurses having to change the things they
were pumping into my IV. After they left my room, I felt this
chill. Now, this room was a hot room, so much so that
I had been asking for a fan. However, that night there was an
icy chill. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I see
a white, whispy cloudlike ribbon floating around maybe six feet to the right of
my bed. I watch it from my peripheral for a good two minutes,
knowing that when I looked directly at it, it will disappear, then it
floats off and out the window. You may be thinking what was I on,
but I guarantee you the only things being put into my body were fresh
platelets and plasma, no drugs. The next day, I got the chance
to ask one of my nurses if she had seen anything paranormal during her time
working on the ICU floor. To my surprise, her only personal story in
her one and a half years of being there was that they have one room
on the floor in which the lights will turn on and off on their own.
However, she did tell me about the abandoned halls in the hospital,
in which many of the nurses on every floor at one time or another while
working there, will get a dare to walk down one of these abandoned or
closed off areas, and they always come back with some creepy tails. So
it would seem that my local hospital, like most hospitals, is haunted.
Thank you for letting me share with you and even your listeners to keep you
up to date on anything paranormal as well as my current health situation. Your
fellow fear follower, Lord Will Lord Will updated me after writing this email,
and thankfully it appears that he doesn't have cancer, but he does have some
medical issues that will be difficult to manage moving forward. I hope you'll all
join me in sending Lord Will and his family positive vibes as well as prayers
for a speedy recovery. In our last episode, I left you with an
experience from a poster on Reddit who had a shared encounter with an unknown creature
in Kentucky's Red River Gorge. The witness describes seeing something that many people would
probably classify as a bigfoot, but in my opinion, not all of the
details point toward a typical bigfoot sighting. She described the creature as being tall
and thin and having skin that resembled a dolphin's. She also described the eyes
as being more like empty pits. These details make me think that this may
have been some type of pale crawler, but unfortunately we'll never know. The
next case I'd like to present to you is equally as hard to classify,
if not more so. It's an account from the Missing four one one subreddit
or. A poster known as dreamland Orchard says that he grew up in East
Tennessee at the time of his experience. He was on a trip to the
Great Smoky Mountains National Park with a group of friends. They were out hiking
up a ridge when he would encounter something that is hard to explain but seemed
to have malevolent intent. This report originated on Reddit, but was brought to
light in an article on Mysterious Universe, and as always, I urge you
to visit the reference section of the show notes in order to give these sources
the much due credit that they deserve. The witness had this to say about
his experience. We were hiking to Little Duck Hawk Ridge and its Eye of
the Needle to the northeast, and that's when I saw what I call the
transparent mind control demon. On the hike, I was walking with these two
girls and I was in the back. On the way up, nothing really
happened except I kept seeing something out of the corner of my eye, but
of course nothing was there whenever I looked. We ate lunch at Little Duck
Ridge, but I couldn't eat from the sense of dread. On the way
back down is when it really started happening. The girls kept talking and I
kept trying to catch this thing out of the corner of my eye. The
dread kept building up as this thing kept popping up in the corner of my
eye, and that's when I saw this freaking thing. It was a transparent
entity and a big humanoid shape. But then it flashed behind a tree.
My heart rates sped up so fast that my ears started ringing. And that's
when I kept seeing it flashing behind all these different trees. I say flashing
because it was running at superhuman speeds. And when I stopped watching it flash
around, I noticed that everyone was almost out of sight and around the corner.
I started panicking. The ringing got louder, and I got confused.
I started mumbling to myself and thinking that I wanted to run back up the
mountain, but deep down inside I knew that the other way was the right
way to go. I started jogging the wrong way and laughing to myself in
a demonic sound. The whole time, I felt fear building up, and
I was so confused, not knowing what was going on. I was laughing
and jogging the wrong way, but not able to control my body. It
was so weird and scary. Then my two girlfriends noticed that I was gone
and they came back for me. They said that when I turned around,
it didn't look like me and that I had black eyes. They said that
they had to yell at me like five times asking what was wrong with me,
but I was so scared that I just said, let's run. This
next case is one that I may have mentioned before, but I thought that
it was worth repeating, as it has to do with a hiker that gets
separated from his hiking group and experiences a very confusing phenomenon. It doesn't involve
any strange creatures, but it does seem to correspond with other reports that I've
come across where the witness feels compelled to leave the safety of their peers and
eventually becomes confused and sometimes even lost. There are numerous examples of this on
the missing four one one reddit forums, and this report comes from a poster
called magnific Cone, who says this happened when he was a young boy scout
camping in the rugged wilderness on Mount Washington. At the time, he was
part of a group that were in the process of hiking up one of the
mountains winding trails when the two group members that he was with decided to stop
and take a break. However, he felt a strange and overwhelming urge to
keep going, often accompanied by a sense of blurred or even lost time,
and the witness says this. Once my group and I got above tree line
and by several boulders, my two friends decided to slow down and drink some
water. I don't know why, but I was overcome by an urge that
pulled me to keep moving, and eventually I got lost and my perception of
time vanished. It felt like a dream because I kept changing locations, but
I couldn't remember walking there, and I never questioned it. Somehow I got
to a cliff and suddenly I was by a huge pile of rocks. I
began feeling sick and dizzy. I took off my gray and olive windbreaker to
reveal my Neon Scout shirt, and I folded my windbreaker into a pillow and
I laid down. Suddenly, a man dressed in black tights with a red
cross ran towards me and told me that I looked dehydrated and there was a
weather station that I could eat at. I then put on my jacket after
getting cold, and headed up to the weather station. I met up with
my troop there and they were worried and informed me that I had been missing
for almost an hour. When we made it back down, I fell asleep
in the car and I was totally drained. A similar case comes from a
poster called Super Payton M Zero two to two, who says that he lived
in a house nestled right up against a large expanse of woods in the state
of Kentucky and describes himself as an avid hiker and outdoorsman. When he had
his strange experience, he was around fifteen years old and was out exploring with
his two dogs, Max and Bow. This is his experience. I was
hiking a trail that runs up behind my aunt's house, one that I had
hiked day in and day out, and I was just out and about enjoying
the woods. I remember looking up the mountain, which I had never hiked
at the top of before, and feeling this strange call. It wasn't really
a voice, but it was an urge that I just couldn't ignore. Keep
in mind that I am a very timid person, and hiking unfamiliar trails on
my my own freaks me out to this day. That day, however,
all my fear had dissipated and all thought left my head. I climbed higher
and higher, and my dogs followed me. I don't even know how to
describe the feeling that came over me, but I remember just staring down at
my feet and feeling at peace. As I climbed. There was a moment
when I paused to look at the houses below. I had never been that
high up, and I felt amazed. I took a picture on my phone,
and then I looked around for my dogs. Bo had already run off
and Max was following. I called out to them frantically to stop, but
they didn't listen and they disappeared. At this point, looking down the mountain
side, I was very afraid. But then I looked back up the hill
and it came over me again. I kept hiking. I kept telling myself
I'd go just a bit further, just to see a little bit more.
I remember looking down at my feet, just like before, and listening to
the silence of the woods me and feeling at pease. It felt so easy
to just keep going deeper, and so difficult to turn around. Bo felt
this call as well, because even after I did break out of it and
turned around, I then called back to her, but she wouldn't stop.
I had to actually catch up to her and physically turn her around and pet
her before she would come back with me. Eventually, I heard my walkie
talkie crackle. Everything was distorted and I couldn't make out any of the words.
I assume now that I was just out of range for it to pick
up, But back then it freaked me out. Whatever had come over me
lost its hold on my mind, and my dogs were still gone. Panicked,
I began running down hill, and it's a wonder I didn't get hurt.
As I neared the wide section of the spring near the bottom, my
walkie talkie picked back up and I heard my dogs running down the hill behind
me. I got home and mostly forgot about it. I just told myself
I had almost been lost and to be more careful. I don't know what's
out there, but I do know this. The woods called to us all.
In some of these cases, the lure that draws these people in is
something other than a voice or a feeling, but some sort of entity,
and this can be seen in a bizarre report from Poster Supreme Symbiat, whose
story revolves around her mother who grew up in an extremely rural area in Paraguay.
One day, the mother was out playing as a child along with her
grandmother when it seems that she was pulled into the nearby forest by powers beyond
our understanding. This is what the poster had to say. The area where
my mom grew up is especially rural, in the countryside, where most of
the poor people were. Her house was across from very thick woods that stretched
for miles. One afternoon, before it got dark, my grandma and mom
were outside. My mom was about seven at a time when she spotted what
she described as a beautiful little white baby chick. She's always loved animals and
enjoyed catching them, so she wanted to catch it. It kept running away
from her, even though it seemed like she was just about to catch it.
Multiple times. After what seemed like she was running in a circle for
minutes, my grandma came out of nowhere and yanked on my mom's hair.
My mom said that at that very moment she was broken from a trance.
The sun had already sat and she was actually very deep in the woods.
My grandma smacked her really hard on the head and told her that El Palmbero
had almost succeeded in taking her. My mom tried to explain to my grandma
about the pretty little chick, but of course it was nowhere to be found.
My grandma said that my mom seemed to be playing normally and then all
of a sudden just started fast walking toward the woods. My grandma thankfully ran
after her and was able to catch up to her. But I always think
about what would have happened had my grandma not been there to stop at I'm
glad that she was there. With strange phenomena like this going on in the
woods, it's no surprise that hunters should have their own brushes with strange forces
beyond our comprehension out in the wilderness. And this next case comes from a
hunter by the name of James Dalton. His strange experience began with a squirrel
hunting trip with his father and brother, and on this occasion, they had
decided to split up and then meet back at the car just before dark.
This was pretty normal for them and there was nothing particularly strange about the day
at that point. Yet, as the witness went through one area of the
forest that was very familiar to him, he says that a wispy fog began
to seep through the ferns around him, and the usual sounds of the forest
ceased. As he stood there, his ears began to ring for reasons he
couldn't understand. Unsettled by this, he began to head back toward the car
when he noticed something moving through the toward him. At first, he took
to be a squirrel or a possum, but it seemed to be headed directly
for him, which was very odd behavior for a wild animal, and this
put him immediately on edge. Things were about to get even stranger still,
and he explains the following, this is very very unusual behavior for a wild
animal. I thought that maybe it was a lost dog, and I suddenly
realized that this could be a rabid animal. At this point, I lowered
my shotgun and pointed it at the so far unseen animal. When I did
this, this thing changed its direction when it was about thirty feet from me,
and it ran off to my left. I never did see what it
was, and have assumed all these years that it was something so small.
I just couldn't see it, even though it was moving in the ferns pretty
well as it ran through them. Whatever it was then kept going until it
was about fifty feet from me, and then it just stopped. The ferns
were only about two or three three feet tall in this area and not very
thick, and I could never figure out why I never saw this thing.
I then walked forward in the direction of where this thing had come from.
I decided to walk to my right a little and in the direction of where
my brother should be and just get out of there. After walking a short
distance, I came to a very thick and tall patch of briars. The
briars were about eight feet in height and about ten feet in depth. I
remember thinking that I have never seen such a large patch of briars in this
area before. I then looked in both directions to see if there was a
way to walk around the briers, and I couldn't see an end in either
direction. It reminded me of a very large row of concertina wire from a
World War II battlefield. My first thought was, oh, well, I'll
have to go back the way I came. But as soon as I had
this thought, I was overtaken by a very very ominous feeling that something was
not right here. At this point, I decided to push through this patch
of briars and get to the other side, no matter what it took.
I got scratched pretty badly on my arms while doing this, but I couldn't
help myself. I kept pointing my shotgun behind me with my right hand while
pushing through the briers with my left, just in case this rabbit animal charged
me again. Now I was surprised again that when I got to the other
side of the patch of briars, the first thing I noticed was that the
sun was out and was setting behind the trees. The sky was clear again.
It was five thirty PM. Now I couldn't believe that it had taken
me two and a half hours to walk just two hundred feet. I could
hear birds singing and squirrels barking. The atmosphere was back to normal, and
I knew that everything was as it should be. Then I heard my father
beaping the car horn, signaling that it was time to go. What a
great feeling it was to hear that horn. I never did tell my father
or brother about this experience, and I'm not sure why. Maybe it was
because I knew that it was such a strange experience that they would have had
to have been there. To feel the foreboding feelings to understand it. In
these next couple of accounts, I'd like to focus on cases where the individuals
actually went missing but were eventually found in relatively good health, albeit with rather
perplexing explanations as to how they disappeared. In July of nineteen fifty five,
two year old Ida May Curtis went missing from a lumber camp in Kutenai National
Forest in the U s state of Montana. The mother of the girl frantically
claimed that she had seen a bear carry off her child into the forest,
and that it had been cradling the girl as it ran off. Following a
two day intensive search carried out by around three hundred and fifty people, Idah
was found safe and sound, not three hundred yards away from where she had
gone missing, in a crude shelter. She would later relate that she had
been fed and cared for by a large bear during the time of her disappearance.
Authorities were skeptical of the tale, but the family has always insisted that
it was true. This next case is even more unnerving and involves a woman
who went missing in France in the nineteen fifties. The woman claimed that she
had been walking along a river when some inexplicable force had forcibly grabbed her from
behind and then dragged her into the brase. This coincided with an abrupt change
in weather from clear to stormy, and the woman claimed that she heard a
voice somewhere above her say here you go, as if offering her to someone
else. Then just as suddenly as it started, it stopped, and she
was abruptly dropped to the ground. She then ran off to take refuge at
a nearby farm, where the farmer claims that he found a large red handprint
etched across her chest. In some cases, there is no identifiable entity,
but rather some mysterious force that seems to be intense on making sure that these
people don't get found. One case, brought forward by radio personality Art Bell,
and was originally published in The forteen Times, relates the tale of a
nineteen year old woman who vanished on her way home from visiting a neighbor.
A search was conducted, only to find the young woman suddenly appear in her
home, sobbing uncontrollably. She would later claim that as she had been walking
along, she had felt her body jerk involuntarily, after which she had felt
compelled to walk in the opposite direction of where she had intended to go.
During the whole frightening ordeal, she claims that an unseen barrier had prevented her
from returning to where she had wanted to go, instead pushing her farther away
as darkness fell. She claimed that she had seen the search party members looking
for her, but that they couldn't see or hear her, no matter how
much she called out to them or banged against the invisible veil that separated them.
Finally, the barrier lifted and she was able to return home, save
but unmistakably shaken out of her weds. This report is similar to another case
that occurred on September twenty second, two thousand and twelve, when fifty three
year old Linda Ortega was hiking along with her fifty six year old brother Eddie
Huff in the forests of the Arkansas Ozarks near the town of Saint Joe,
and although the brother returned and claimed to have seen his sister off at a
relative's house and that she was safe, in reality she was nowhere to be
found. A large search was then launched and Ortego was fortunately found that day
in the woods, albeit in a profound state of distress, but the circumstances
surrounding the whole ordeal would become increasingly more bizarre. When she was questioned on
what had happened, Ortega could not recall how she had been separated from her
brother. She did mention that she thought that he had been hurt somehow,
and that she had tried to find help for him as she had walked along.
She claimed that she had come across other hikers, but that all attempts
to communicate with them had been futile, as if they had not seen or
even heard her. She also said that she could see other shadowy figures who
seemed to be hiding from her in the woods, and she described these entities
by saying, quote, these people were hiding in bushes. They were weird
people, very weird people. Unquote. One of the searchers who found Ortega,
a Deputy du Wayne Pierce, said that when they had found her,
she wasn't quite about her head. Among the many cases of vanishing people on
record, some of them seemed to stand out as particularly odd. Some of
these cases involve numerous weird clues, and there are even some occasions in which
the missing person suddenly comes back, although this does not always solve the mystery.
On occasion, these reappearing people bring with them a whole myriad of new
oddities, with the victory missing time and unable to express where they have been,
in some cases, even reappearing far from where they had started with little
explanation as to how they got there. One such case is that of a
little girl who vanished off the face of the earth, only to reappear and
make her disappearance even stranger than it already was. Located in Washington County near
West Fork, Arkansas, is Devil's Den State Park, a two thousand,
five hundred acre wilderness area that is a magnet for tourists in this region.
Here people come to engage in all manner of outdoor activities, including picnicking,
camping, hiking, mountain biking, horseback riding, and seeing the numerous sandstone
caves, bluffs, ravines, rock shelters and crevices that dot the area,
as well as hunt for fossils, of which the area has many. The
area is a popular destination for families looking to enjoy the great outdoors. And
in nineteen forty six, the van Alste family made their way here for a
fun family trip to do just that, but it would soon prove to be
anything but fun. One day, the family were near their campsite and the
family's daughter, eight year old Catherine van Alst, was playing in the creek
in her bathing suit as her brothers fished, when at some point she wandered
off and seemingly just vanished. Her father and brothers had apparently been right near
her and basically looked away for a moment to look back and find her gone.
It was thought that she had just gone off a bit and that she
had gone back to the campsite, which was just a stone's throw away,
and there was no alarm at this point. However, little Catherine was nowhere
to be seen, and she would not answer calls to her as they continued
searching the woods and campsite with no sign of her. The panicked family then
notified park officials and a large scale search began. Searchers launched a meticulous search
of the entire area for several square minds, with every moment that went by
seen as critical. Since the girl was barefoot and dressed in nothing but a
bathing suit, hardly the sort of attire appropriate for being out in the woods.
The search went on for six days with no sign of the missing girl,
and hope was waning. That was until at one point a team of
volunteers in the forest had passed by a cave from which little Catherine van Ulst
suddenly appeared and casually waved at them. According to those who were there,
she was extremely and unnaturally calm and almost in a daze when she simply uttered,
here I am. What made this completely mind boggling was that the spot
where she was found was around seven air miles away and six hundred feet higher
than the place where she had originally disappeared, which would be just the first
of many odd details. The most bizarre thing was that this eight year old
girl had walked and estimated thirty miles zigzagging course to get where she was found,
all in harsh, steep, treacherous wilderness terrain, in her bathing suit
and with no shoes on. This particular area is riddled with rocky terrain,
thick forest and steep hills, so one of the perplexing things for authorities was
how she could have managed to cover that distance in six days through this challenging
landscape barefoot. Her feet were described as swollen, and she was also covered
with insect bites and scratches from briers, so it was apparent that she had
done some wandering, But she also didn't seem to be in nearly as poor
condition that one would have suspected, and she had covered so much distance that
even a properly equipped adult would have had a tough time matching it. She
also seemed to be in better shape than one would have suspected from her ordeal,
as the cave that she was in just happened to have a fresh water
spring. Another oddity was that the place where she was found had already been
thoroughly searched by aircraft and tracker dogs twice without having found any trace of the
girl. Why had she suddenly appeared there and why had she been so remarkably
calm after such a frightening experience. The strangeness would only continue from there.
According to missing person researcher David Politas, author of the Missing four one one
series of books and multiple documentaries, there were several oddities. When police actually
spoke to the girl, she claimed that she didn't remember much about the six
days that she had been missing, merely saying that she had eaten berries to
stay alive and that she found herself in the cave. Politis has mentioned that
the area was overgrown with many types of poisonous berries, so the fact that
she chose the right ones to eat has been seen as curious, especially since
she had no real outdoor experience. The girl had also supposedly made some strange
remarks, explaining that when she had gone missing, she had simply been unable
to find her campsite or her father and brothers, despite being right near them.
And she would also claim that on several occasions she had shouted out to
people searching for her, but that they had apparently not been able to hear
her. She also said that she had seen the tracker dogs but had been
too afraid of them to approach. According to Politis, she also made the
strange mention of how she had slept in warm grass on the first night when
she went missing, but she never elaborated on what this cryptic statemant actually meant.
In this next case, we are once again reminded that some of these
disappearances may have more to do with bizarre entities than we think. This report
took place in Lumaki, Finland, near the village of Hermunin on August nineteenth,
nineteen sixty five. Four members of the Kuninga family were out picking blueberries
in the surrounding woodland, and at one point they spread out to see who
could pick the most berries. At this time, they still made sure to
stay within eyesight of one another, but things would soon take a very odd
twest around Knew. On an otherwise calm and sunny day, the father Matti
Kuningus would claim that he heard something rather peculiar coming from the darkened woods,
which apparently sounded like odd bubbling sounds, which was coming from up on the
slope that he was on. Although he couldn't see anything strange up that way,
The strange gurgling noises continued, and at some point he realized that he
was not alone. Looking back up the slope, he noticed a small manlike
being, perhaps around three feet tall, with orange skin and wearing green skin
tight coveralls, who was just sitting there staring down at him. It peered
at him for some time before standing up to come walking toward the startled man
with a shambling, stumbling gait, and this is when a sudden gust of
wind swept through the area. This peculiar creature then veered off to the side
to come to the edge of a bog before vanishing into thin air. When
he looked at his watch, Maddy realized that a full thirty minutes had gone
by, of which he could not account for. It would later turn out
that the sun Tuevocaningus had also seen the strange little man, even claiming that
he had heard it utter human like speech, and it was also found that
this entity had been sitting atop a massive mossy stone that no one could remember
ever having been there before. Strangely enough, although both of them had seen
it, they both claimed that they had been under the influence of some paralyzing
effect that had somehow prevented them from calling out for help, and they would
also claim that they had experienced some sort of repelling effect that kept them from
approaching the entity. Huevo would also explain that this anomalous boulder also had a
slight repelling effect and that he had not been able to get close to it.
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the show notes. Until next time, I hope you all have a wonderful
Christmas, and please remember don't wait for the unknown to come to you,
get out there and find it. The mo