Welcome to part two of my twenty twenty three recap. I've got a lot
of experiences to get to, so let's begin. Thank you for joining me,
and welcome. I'm your host, Nick Ryan. Let's begin with our
first experience of the night, which comes to us from Rochelle and Rochelle's story
is called the Night my Dad died. Rochelle says, Hi, Nick,
I've been listening to your show for quite some time now, and I'm a
huge fan. I've been considering writing in for a while, and since I
haven't heard any other stories that are similar to what I've experienced, I thought
that my story would be an interesting and different one to share. To preface
this story, I will say that I've been keenly interested in the paranormal for
most of my life, and I've been told by numerous psychics that I am
a sensitive myself. This might be why I've had things happen in my life
that I couldn't fully explain away. My story takes place back in November of
twenty nineteen. My dad had been ill and in declining health for some time.
As a result of new developments in his failing health, we were forced
to put him into palliative care in the hospital for the last few days of
his life. At that time, my dad was starting to lose cognition and
didn't know where he was or who we were, so we had no other
choice. We all knew that he didn't have much time. On his second
night in the hospital, I was visiting along with my mom and my sister.
He was heavily medicated, which was causing him to waver from moments of
paranoia and delusions to being fast asleep. It was really hard to watch,
and we decided that we would leave him to rest and then come back the
next morning. As we were leaving the room, I stopped and it was
like someone or something had told me to go back in and make sure that
I said a proper goodbye. So I went back and kissed his forehead and
whispered into his ear that I loved him and that I would be back tomorrow.
We left, and then each of us went back to our respective homes
for the night. That evening, I felt very heavy. It's hard to
describe other than saying it's the feeling you have when you know that something is
going to happen. Of course, I didn't think much of it, considering
that we all knew me my dad wouldn't be with us much longer. I
spent the next few hours talking to my husband and then called some friends and
family members to update them on my dad's condition. I went to bed around
eleven, and after more than two hours of tossing and turning, I started
drifting off into a very restless sleep. I was just falling asleep and in
that stage where you are somewhere between awake and asleep, and that's when I
heard a voice to me. It sounded like my mom's voice, as loud
and clear as if she were standing right next to me, and it said,
Rochelle, it's done. I bolted up in bed and looked around,
bleary eyed, expecting to see my mom in my bedroom. I immediately thought,
when did my mom get here and why is she in my room.
I then turned the bedside light on and nobody was there except my husband,
who was sleeping deeply next to me. After looking around for a moment,
I grabbed my phone and checked for texts or calls, but there were none.
At this point. It was one thirty three in the morning. I
quickly sent a text to my mom asking if she was awake, and when
she didn't reply, I assumed that she was asleep at her house and I
laid back down, turning off the light. Well. Needless to say that
my heart was pounding at this point and sleep wasn't on the agenda, so
I turned on my kindle and tried to read a bit, hoping that it
would help me to fall asleep. The room was completely dark except for the
soft glow of my kindle. After a couple of minutes of reading, I
caught a glimpse of something moving in my peripheral vision. I looked over the
kindle and saw nothing but darkness and no movement, so I continued reading.
A few seconds later, though I saw it again. It was like something
darting from left to right in front of me. I quickly turned my kindle
around so I could use the faint light to see if anything was there,
and at first I saw nothing, But after a few moments I realized that
there was something flying around the room. I clicked on my light and sure
enough, there it was a bat, a freaking bat in my bedroom.
So I did the only self respecting thing that a person would do, and
I shrieked like a banshee, pulling the covers over my head. My husband
immediately woke up, thinking that we were under some kind of attack and asking
what was wrong. From under the covers, I yelled that there was a
bat in the room, which he quickly spotted as it fluttered around looking for
a dark place to land and hide. My husband quickly grabbed a towel and
captured the critter, releasing it outside and into the night. We then looked
around to see where it might have entered, and the only place that we
can think of was that it came in through our fireplace chimney. It's a
gas fireplace insert and we have never had anything get in through there before.
But to be safe, we covered it up tightly and hoped that there weren't
any more night critters on their way. By the time that we had calmed
down from this ordeal, it was about an hour later, and I started
to tell my husband about the voice that I had heard earlier. Two such
strange events in one night was really perplexing, and he was a bit freaked
out. Just as I finished telling him about it, my phone rang.
It was my sister calling to tell me that my mom was on her way
to the hospital as my dad had passed away. It wasn't until the next
morning that I found out that he had passed away around one forty five a
m. However, the sitter who was supposed to be monitoring him had left
the room and they didn't realize that he was gone until about an hour and
a half later. That means that he would have passed or been in transition
of passing away just when I had heard the voice of my mother. After
the funeral, my mom, sister, and I were sitting and talking about
that night. I told them what had happened, and my mom told me
that her sister, my aunt, who had passed about a year earlier,
had a voice that sounded very similar to hers, and people often confused them
on the phone. This gave me chills. Could it have been my aunt
telling me that he was passing away alone? This made me feel incredibly sad.
I then googled the meaning of seeing a bat in your home and found
out that apparently it's an omen of death. Supposedly, if you find a
bat in your home and you kill it, you will prevent the death.
However, if you release it, as my husband did, then a death
will follow I've never had a bat in my room before or after that night.
As I look back on the events of that evening and night, I
can clearly see all the signs that were given to me, although I did
not immediately recognize them. In hindsight. I've had a lot of other messages
and signs from spirits in the past, but it's only now that I'm in
my mid forties that I have started to acknowledge and accept them for what they
are. I hope my story may help others to recognize that the signs and
messages they may usually ignore just might be something more. Thank you for taking
the time to read this, Nick, I wish you and the listeners all
the best in the new year. Our next experience of the night comes to
us from Danny, and Danny's story is called forty Years of Varied Experiences.
Danny says, Hello, Nick. Like many others, I want to thank
you for creating this platform. I have always been drawn to the paranormal and
have been fascinated by time slips and ghosts, but I am learning about so
many phenomena I never knew existed before, like black eyed kids, dog men,
and men in black I am grateful to be able to listen to all
of these experiences and widen my perspective. I want to share with you and
the listeners what I have experienced throughout my life. I have four key experiences
to share, with the first one being quite mild. I was about seven
or eight and in my lounge room near Sydney, Australia. I looked out
my window and there was someone flying through the sky, except they weren't positioned
like they were flying. They were in a sitting position, just moving through
the sky at about a running pays. It was a male, maybe twenty
to thirty years old. He was dressed in everyday clothes, with nothing out
of the ordinary except that he was flying through the sky. Then he turned
and saw me and kept staring for a couple of seconds, in complete shock
that I could see him. He then flew out of view and that was
it. My next experience was in my teenage years. For context, the
movie The Craft was out when my friends and I were teenagers in the mid
nineties. For those of you that haven't heard of it, it's a movie
about teenage girls practicing witchcraft and spells, so it wasn't out of the ordinary.
For teenage girls to be influenced by this and play with Ouiji boards.
During this era, we were ignorant teenagers who didn't do research on how to
properly conduct a seance. We would simply create our own Ouiji board with pen
and paper, grab a candle and glass and start. I look back and
shake my head at our stupidity. We would ask to speak to spirits and
regularly got a spirit calling itself Satan or the devil, and we would get
annoyed and taunt it and swear at it. This went on for a year
or so. One day it was just her and I, we were the
two most drawn to the paranormal. One weekend, we did a seance as
usual, but this particular day we got impatient and annoyed at the responses that
we were getting, so we left the house and were talking about the spirits
and taunting them. Even though we had left the board back at the house,
we had walked down to the beach and we were walking on the sand,
yelling at the spirit to prove to us that it was real. We
were really yelling and being a little dramatic, when out of nowhere there was
a booming no that came from the sky. It was like its patients had
run out and it this would get us to stop. Well, it was
right. We both stopped and looked at each other and screamed, and then
ran back to the house a few minutes away without stopping or even looking back.
This response had echoed through the sky and you could feel it in your
chest, like being in front of a speaker at a big concert. We
tried to be logical once we were back in the safety of the house.
We were on a quiet beach with small waves, and nothing could create this
big boom noise. There were no roads or flight paths nearby, or mines
or anything that would create such a noise. There were no clouds in the
sky, let alone a storm nearby where thunder could account for the noise.
Even if a nearby house, of which there weren't many, had been working
with power tools or something like that. The sound couldn't have come from that
angle. It came from right above us, and it was booming down.
We stopped doing seances after that. I'm confident that we let a few nasty
things out during our time doing seance, and I regret that, and I
wish that we didn't play around with things that we didn't appreciate or understand.
I think my next experience is a direct result of not opening and closing seances
properly. During the rest of my teenage years and my twenties, I would
have horrible dreams. I would consistently wake up between three and four am,
most of the time at exactly three sixteen am. Only recently I found out
the meaning of it, and it is a bit daunting, but it also
helps me to understand what happened to me. It happened so often I stop
using a bedside clock so I couldn't know what time it was and be scared.
I would wake up and there would be a very negative entity in the
room. I could never see it, but I always knew it was there.
Sometimes it would just be near me, and other times, while I
was asleep, it tried to take over my body. I don't know if
possess is the right word, but I would feel a misty shadow figure try
and enter my body. Sometimes I would wake up terrified, but just in
time. And sometimes I would wake up almost fighting off the spear at This
happened in many houses in three different states, several thousand kilometers apart, so
I can only deduce that I am the common denominator. I would lay there
and manifest a bright white light in the center of my body and expand it
so I had a protective bubble around me. I would usually expand it out
to the property boundary, and I would ensure that it was secure and say
in my head that negative entities weren't welcome and could not pass through it.
I could feel the negative entities staring at me from the surface of the bubble
that I had created. Sometimes I could only get the bubble big enough for
one reason or another and could only do the room I was in, and
the entity would be at the doorway, staring at me, even though there
was nothing visually there. I look back at it now and wonder how I
ever slapped. I went for years without having any bad dreams or events,
but in my late thirties, in the middle of the night, I had
a terrible dream about a negative entity and woke up while sitting up in bed
and making the most inhuman guttural growl noise I didn't think possible with my voice
box. It's like it had been successful in taking over my body. However,
I did the protective bubble again, and I told a friend that I
was so spooped, which is something I hadn't done before. I was not
religious at all, but I did put an open Bible and a gifted cross
necklace in my bedside drawer for protection, and I was relieved and somewhat impressed
that it stopped the sentity. I still have them in my drawer. My
third experience is when I lost my mom in twenty fifteen. Within twelve months
of being diagnosed with cancer, she had developed other forms of cancer and passed
away in a way that she never wanted to go. About a month before
she passed, she was really sick, and I flew down to be with
her. I was there for a fortnight, and in that time she had
picked right back up to a point where it looked like she was going to
be on the mend, so much so that I flew back home. Another
week and a half went by when I got a call in the morning saying
that she had deteriorated suddenly and that I should make my way back down there.
Where I was living at the time was fairly remote and there were only
a couple of flights a day that left at about midnight, so I had
to wait until later at night to start traveling. I was asleep on the
Red Eye flight, curled over with my head on the tray table, when
out of nowhere, I woke up. In an instant, I sat straight
up, like a shot and looked straight outside to the night sky and the
stars. I looked out for a minute and I felt different. I don't
know how else to explain it, but eventually I went back to sleep.
When I got to my train station at about seven thirty a m. Some
family members were there and they all had a look on their face, and
I knew that she was gone. They told me that she had passed away
at about four am. This would have been right when I was on the
flight. I kicked myself to this day for not checking to see what time
it was when I suddenly woke up, but it obviously wasn't something I was
meant to know. However, I believed that it was the moment that she
passed away. A week and a half later, I was back home after
the funeral, and I had a dream that certainly didn't feel like a dream.
I was sitting with my mom on the edge of the bed and we
were having a great chat about random things. When I was younger, we
would sit in her bedroom in the mornings and do the crossword together and talk
and enjoy the morning sun, so this dream was a continuation of that tradition.
She looked healthy and happy and nothing like the pained, sick person that
she had been for the previous year. Then at some point I realized that
she had passed away, and this catch up was pretty special. Mum's partner
had not coped with her death well at all. So I said to my
mom, I should get a photo of you so I can send it to
Mark. You would really appreciate that. But my mom said very quickly,
no, I'm not allowed to do that, and she then stopped me from
reaching across her to get my phone. I found that a bit shocking,
as my mom was a rule breaker her entire life, nothing nasty, just
cheeky and defiant in little, harmless ways. So her reaction was confounding because
she would have been the first person to tout the rules for a laugh.
That's when I realized that this was her final goodbye and there was a higher
being that set the rules on how spirits were to behave I haven't had a
dream like that about her since my last experience is related to a potential past
life. My grandmother passed away when my mom was six from heart complications,
so I obviously never met her. I am the eldest granddaughter and my middle
my name is after hers. I don't know how to describe it properly,
but I feel like I am her reincarnated. There have been a few moments
where I have made life decisions, and I wonder if it's in response to
what she wasn't able to do in her life, either due to the traditions
such as marriage and children and limited education, or due to her life being
cut short. It's like she can now live the life she wanted through me
slash her. I was at a family reunion in my early twenties. We
had them annually. My grandfather had three brothers. They were the four heads
of the entire family now as all great grandparents had passed away. At this
particular reunion, all three of my great aunts were in the kitchen walk in
pantry, and I walked in and I had my mouth open to say something,
and at the last nanosecond, I realized that they would freak out and
never look at me the same way again, so I closed my mouth.
What I was going to say to them was, oh, look all four
of us back together again. Now, obviously that's not normal. But the
feeling I got when I walked into that pantry and saw them there was such
a full body feeling of warmth and reminiscing and love and fun. It was
like I belonged there with them, Me a twenty two year old feeling a
decade's old bond with three women in their sixties. Another experience related to my
grandmother was in late twenty twenty when I got a call saying that my grandfather
was in palliative care and I needed to get there to see him. He
had been sick for a few months and had gone downhill in the previous few
weeks. Thankfully, there was a break between COVID lockdowns, and my partner
and I drove the eleven hours to get to him. We got there at
about one thirty am and stayed with him for a couple of hours, but
due to COVID rules, only two people were allowed in at a time,
so we had to share our time with other family, So my part and
I went to get some sleep and wait for our next turn to see him.
We went back at about four p m. That day. My partner
left after a short while so that my aunt and I could sit with him.
He had only been conscious maybe two minutes the whole time I had been
there, which in total was about four hours. My aunt left to go
and get a sandwich, and as I sat with him, I got upset
for a few minutes, but then something came over me, and I stopped
and collected myself. I held his hand, and out of nowhere, I
said, hello, Berry, it's me Margaret. It's time. I am
here for you. It's time to go. Then he squeezed my hand.
Not long after that, my aunt came back and I left so that she
could have some alone time with him, as she wasn't coping well. About
an hour after I left, my aunt called saying that he had passed away.
I still wonder if I had channeled my grandmother to guide my grandfather.
I've never called him Barry, and I never refer to myself as Margaret,
so I don't have another explanation. I have been told by a healer that
I have a gift in relation to spirits, and I will interact with them.
It is due to start in the coming years, so I hope to
share more experiences with you, although writing all of this down for the very
first time makes me realize that I have been exposed to a fair bit already
in different forms. Thank you for reading this, and I wish you well.
Danny. Cases involving unexplained disappearances or those that have almost gone missing and
return to tell their story are some of my favorites, so when I find
reports that focus on a similar topic, my first response is to share them
with you. Tonight, I'll be sharing part of an article that I found
on Mysterious Universe, and I recommend following the link in the show notes and
reading the full article in order to give both the author, Brent Swanzer,
and Mysterious Universe the credit that they deserve. The article contains multiple eyewitness accounts,
and while some of them, in my opinion, are easily explained,
there are others that seem to be much more difficult to rationalize, one of
which comes directly from author Brent Swanzor himself. However, I'll let him tell
you about his experience in his own words. Here is the article. There
are plenty of cases of mysterious disappearances, which I have covered here on many
occasions. Yet while these all seem to be people who seem to have been
lost or have wandered off, there are some cases that are altogether stranger.
These are those instances when people have just seemed to have spontaneously been wiped from
existence at a moment's notice. And I don't mean that they have just vanished,
but they seem to have just evaporated on the spot. It is something
that I have delved into ever since I had my own experience with what I
call deleted people. My first introduction into this phenomenon came to me by chance.
This happened around over a decade ago. In the early summer. I
was out at a wilderness area not far from Tokyo, at a place which
draws quite a few people to come out for a variety of outdoor activities.
So this is not a remote area in the middle of nowhere, and it's
actually quite crowded in the spring and summer months, although there is camping there.
For me, this was just a day trip picnicking and hiking. I
was with some other people having a picnic and a large open meadow area with
picnic tables and barbecue facilities, where many other families were out enjoying the sunny,
warm day. There were people everywhere, in fact, and we were
even commenting on how crowded it was. Near this picnic area, there was
a creek that meandered by and pushed against a rather steep drop and I remember
thinking that this was sort of dangerous, considering how many people were milling about
not too far away, and how many kids were running around the general area.
We were sitting quite near this drop off, practically right next to it,
and I couldn't really even enjoy my lunch because sometimes a kid would run
past, and I was worried that eventually someone was going to go over.
I was even telling my friends that we should mention it to the officials who
ran the area. It was nerve wracking. After a while, we were
going to actually pack up and be on our way, and I was sort
of walking along that ridge checking it out and thinking how they needed a railing
or something there. At this point, I was walking back to our spot
to help pack up, when a young girl of around eight years of age
goes running by, laughing and heading right for that creek area. I wasn't
totally alarmed at this point, and there were kids everywhere. However, I
kind of kept an eye on her and was wondering what her parents thought of
this. As she was running at full speed in the direction, I sort
of went over in that direction as well, and as she got closer to
this danger zone, I yelled out in Japanese, you better be careful.
At around that moment, I went around a boulder and the girl ran by
it on the other side, and as this was practically red on the cusp
of the drop off, I was now quite concerned. Yet when I rounded
the boulder, she was gone. Considering her path, speed and position,
as well as the fact that she was out of sight for not even a
second, she should have been right there on the other side, but she
was nowhere to be seen. She had simply vanished. Thinking that she may
have fallen down the ridge, I looked down and there was nothing, no
sign of her. And even if she had fallen, the creek was not
fast flowing enough for her to have been totally swept away in such a short
span of time. Looking back toward the medal also showed me that she was
nowhere, even though if she had somehow changed course and returned, she had
only been out of sight for a split second, and I should have been
able to see her doing so. I was baffled, and I walked about
looking around, but that girl was nowhere to be found. I wondered who
her parents were or where they were, but I didn't know. I was
pretty puzzled by it all. But in the end, I suppose I just
wrote it off as having some explanation, but not really believing it myself.
I just sort of assumed that the girl had somehow escaped my attention and gone
off back to her family in that fraction of a second that it took me
to turn around that boulder, even though part of me knew that this was
impossible. We stayed at that area for a little while longer, and I
did not see anyone in a panic or looking for someone. And then we
left and I sort of put it out of my mind. That evening,
my mind returned back to that mysterious girl that I had seen, and I
became more and more convinced that what I had witnessed was very strange. In
I became sort of obsessed with it that I actually checked out the news every
day, looking for anything about a missing girl in that area, and thinking
that if something came up, I would notify authorities, but nothing ever dead
To this day, I have no idea what I saw. All I know
is there is no way that that little girl could have run behind that boulder
and escaped my attention. She was out of sight for a fraction of a
second and then absolutely nothing, just there one moment and gone the next.
I often wonder what I actually saw, and if there is some family out
there wondering whatever happened to their daughter. I just don't know. Was this
someone vanishing, was it a ghost, or was it just my mind playing
tricks on me. I have no idea, but I do believe it is
at this point that I developed a keen interest in mysterious disappearances. I was
so confused by this particular experience that I went about looking up other similar accounts,
and I was surprised to find that there were plenty to be had,
all of which describe people who just seemed to have flashed out of reality,
and it drew me deeper into this weird world. One report of someone just
seeming to blink out of existence was given by Reddit user m zz Sanchez Act
three, who says that this happened when she had gone out to have a
meal with her fiance at a Wendy's fast food joint. At some point during
their meal. She claims that a woman basically appeared and then disappeared out of
nowhere, and that both her and her fiance clearly saw it. The eyewitness
explains what happened. This is where it gets important. I was sitting with
my back facing the side the register was on, meaning that the entrance of
the Wendy's was on my right side. I can see anyone who comes in
and out by simply turning my head or point of view slightly to the right.
The entrance consists of the door, which leads to a small quote unquote
man hole, and to go out to the parking lot, you need to
make a quick left turn when you immediately reach the door. You cannot go
straight in the man hole because right in front of the door you just walked
out from is a ceiling to floor window looking out to the parking lot.
When you step outside of the door to the parking lot, immediately there's a
fence on the right side, meaning that you need to continue walking straight and
around the fence if you're trying to reach the right side of the parking lot.
Also, if anyone walks out of the restaurant door to the parking lot
and walk straight, I would be able to see them through the windows along
the side of the building after the entrance way. There are no other entries
or exts. Okay, now that we have those details. We were eating
and enjoying our meal when all of a sudden we see a lady who we
knew didn't make any orders because we had been people watching the line and she
was never in the line, and she was not with anyone else. This
woman was wearing a pass still blue buttoned down shirt, white capris, and
tennis shoes. She walks from the middle of the restaurant where they keep the
sauces and napkins, to the bathroom, which is behind the tables we're sitting
at, and then comes out about two to three minutes later, but this
time with a Wendy's drink in her hand. She then makes her way around
the current line at the register, and right before she reaches the exit,
she turns slightly back and looks at us. She opens the first door and
continues walking straight. Then she was gone. My fiance and I looked at
each other at that exact moment, and then looked back at the door and
started questioning out loud if we had both seen the same thing. He said
that he saw it too. He immediately got up from our table and ran
to the exit door and then out to the parking lot, and he said
that she was absolutely nowhere to be found. We didn't see where she went
when she walked into the window. We didn't see her on the other side
of the window walking through the parking lot. We didn't see her opening the
second door to the parking lot and walking straight. We literally saw her walk
into the window. We continued discussing it and both made the point about the
window being there and how it's not possible for her to walk through it and
then exit. We also discussed how she literally appeared out of nowhere in the
middle of the restaurant. We discussed how she literally glanced over at us before
she left the restaurant, and this day we don't know what happened to her,
how she appeared in the restaurant, or even how she left the restaurant
at all. We sort of joked that she was a time traveler, But
I really have no idea what to make of that situation. Who was this
woman, where did she come from, and where did she go? Or
were they both just imagining things. Another weird case appears on the same thread
with a witness who claims that an elderly man with a cane disappeared, reappeared,
and then vanished within moments. He says this happened when he was on
vacation with his family, and he describes what happened. We stopped in a
rest area somewhere in Alabama to let our dogs out and to head to the
bathrooms ourselves, and I was left in charge of the dogs while someone else
went in. So when my turn came around, I walked and ran in
pretty fast. This is when I first spotted this disappearing man. He was
an older guy with a cane, and the only reason I noticed him was
because of a bright green jacket that he had on. Well, I walked
past him while he was on a bench, and I had turned around because
the green caught my eye. But he was gone. Sure he could have
gotten up fast, Maybe he was just a fast old dude. I don't
know, so I headed in and used the bathroom. So when I finished
in the bathroom, I walk out and I see the same guy walking in
front of me out the doors. I then looked down at my phone,
and when I looked up, the guy was gone. I sped up and
looked out the doors left and right to see if I could spot him,
but he was completely gone out of nowhere. It's one of the weirdest experiences
I've had. Although it may not seem like much, but it was quite
odd. Such cases can leave someone baffled, frantically looking around, trying to
figure out where the person has gone or what could possibly be going on,
and coming up empty. As someone who has experienced this myself, it can
be extremely disorienting and puzzling. In another case, Reddit user ash Seney explains
how a man vanished right in front of him and he is at a loss
for how to explain it. He says, so late one night, I
was walking down the sidewalk, minding my own business and listening to some tunes
in my headphones. It had rained a bit that day, so there was
a lot of puddles. Walking in front of me was a man. Nothing
unusual, just man. I remember how he was dressed, straight jeans,
slightly wet near the heels, a short, puffed down jacket, and a
backpack, specifically Columbia. I was kind of in my own headspace, walking
and staring at the Columbia tag on the backpack. After a few minutes of
walking, I had to step over a puddle, so I looked down at
it and then overstepped it. Looked back up and the man had vanished.
Yes, I know what you're thinking about. He could have turned, but
the same thing crossed my mind at the same time that I didn't find him
in front of me. This is why everything that explains it doesn't work.
To our left is a small field with a couple of benches, no trees,
and lots of lights. To our right is a four lane road,
also with lots of lights. It was late, so me and the man
were the only ones walking, and he had nowhere to hide. And why
would he want to hide in the first place? And if he ran across
the road I would have seen him do that. Another redditor, called MTV
Challenge Fan claims that he is quite a skeptical person and has never really believed
in strange phenomena or the paranormal, but that he did have one inexplicable experience
involving a woman who seems to have just stepped off the face of the earth.
This is his experience. I've lived in the same city my entire life
in the USA, and there was this Circle K convenience store very close to
where I lived at the time. I knew the same four or five employees
at the store. The store only has one entrance, which also serves as
the exit, and the parking lot in the front of the store is the
only parking lot. The store also only has one bathroom, which is designed
for one person at a time. Back in March of twenty and eleven,
I drove to this Circle K and right about the same time, this white
car next to me pulled up. I'm not sure what kind of car it
was, but it was white, a beater to say the least. Right
when I was getting out of the car, the woman driving the white car
had gotten out of it and she walked into the Circle K. I took
some time to empty out my trash for my car, and I entered the
store about a minute later. Keep in mind, this woman hadn't left the
store yet, and there was only one entrance, which also served as the
exit. Aside from the woman who worked there, I was the only one
in the main part of the store, so I just assumed the woman I
saw walking from the car was in the bathroom. So I got my snacks
and I went up to the counter. I already knew the clerk well and
we would open up to each other about many things, and I just had
to ask if a woman walked in and was possibly in the bathroom. I
just thought that it was odd that this woman was using the restroom for close
to ten minutes at this time. Anyway, I described what the woman looked
like to the clerk. She was very pale, had black hair, brown
eyes, and she was medium height. And as soon as I mentioned her
very low waist to hip ratio, the clerk gasped. She told me she
knew exactly who I was talking about, and she also told me she was
a regular customer. But what she said to me gives me chills to this
day. She told me that this woman had not entered the store on this
day. I told her that I saw her walk in right before I did,
and the clerk told me that she was at the counter and never saw
her walk in. We were both baffled. I obviously wasn't just seeing things,
because the clerk told me that I described their regular customer and this was
someone that I had never seen before. When I walked out of the circle
cave, her car was still there, so I just sat in my car
for five minutes, but then left because I didn't want to seem creepy,
and I never found out if she came back for that car. The only
thing I can think of is the woman from the car walked in the store,
was doing something shady in the bathroom and was in cahoots with the clerk,
and the clerk was just playing dumb with me. Even though I knew
the clerk. This doesn't mean that she didn't have any secrets that she wouldn't
tell me. Other than that, I don't know. She just disappeared into
thin air. Another type of report that I've found while looking into the phenomenon
of these deleted people seems to be related, and it involves people just sort
of fading from existence retroactively or without being directly observed to do so. A
fairly creepy case of this was related by Reddit user Bita Zamorai, who says
that one day, a person who she knew in college just seems to have
faded away without anyone realizing how or even why. This is her story.
Back in college, my friends and I would always all go to the cafeteria
across campus together for lunch. There were about eight to ten of us on
any given day, so normally you had three to four of us in a
huddle, followed by the other three three or four. I was in the
back group and we passed between these two bushes, and this is when the
weirdest feeling just washed over me. Something felt changed, and I was a
bit disoriented. We all kind of stopped and looked at each other while the
first group just kept going. Someone was missing. We all just kind of
knew it. However, to this day, I have no idea who it
was. Everyone was accounted for, but we couldn't shake the feeling that someone
was just gone. It was always a weird spot near those bushes in general,
and we always avoided it after that. I remember another time we all
seemed to notice a light post there at the same time, and none of
us could remember if it had always been there or not, even though we
walked that path at least twice a day. You could probably just chalk it
up to busy college students not paying attention. But it's weird that it's the
same spot that we lost someone a few weeks later. A similar case comes
from Reddit user daydreamer three seventy three, who says that a person he knew
in college seems to have just been wiped from existence, and he goes on
to explain, there is a guy that I went to school with that has
now disappeared. I have the strongest memory of him hanging out with our whole
group back in the early two thousands and then gone. He's not in any
year books. I haven't confused him with someone else. He's just gone.
However, here's the weird part. I don't live in a huge town,
but the girl I know was his sister, and both of his parents still
live here. She's on Facebook saying how grateful she is to her parents that
she has the life that she does, and that she's an only child,
et cetera. I have known her for literally my whole life. For the
first seventeen years she had a brother. I have been tripping on this along
with Nelson Mandela not dying in the eighties, this case just disappears, and
it's like my brain physically hurts when I try to recall the full memory of
our last hangout. As well. I asked two of his friends what happened
to him, and they both said that they never knew a guy with the
name that I gave them. I then asked if that family had a son,
but they said no, only the girl from school. I've never been
so confused. Along the same lines is the rather odd report from redditor thunder
fifty four, who was baffled by a class that he took in which several
people seem to have just flickered out of existence without explanation. This is his
report. I was in my biology recitation class yesterday and I had just read
this life Hacker article about being more observant before class. One of the things
it talks about is counting the number of people in a room as well as
marking exits in a room. So I thought that it would be fun to
do this silently to myself. As class started, I counted twenty two people,
including the ta and myself, so there were twenty one students including me.
This is a small classroom. The TA took informal role by counting by
twos out loud. We do have a sign in sheet, but he just
wanted to know about how many people were missing, so there were no names
needed. He got to the number twenty one, the same as me.
He marked it on the sheet and then began talking about what we would do
in class. He was going to take questions about the test. However,
due to the way the professor not the TA, structured the test schedule,
it was possible that some people had taken the test and others had not.
He took a quick pull, asking who had already taken the test. I
had already taken the test, so I raised my hand and he counted and
said, all right, so this many of you have taken it out of
nineteen. I was confused because I had just counted twenty one students and I
heard him count twenty one as well. He was also noticeably confused and recounted.
However, he got nineteen students again and asked, did a couple of
you wander out while I wasn't paying attention? But no one answered, and
I knew that no one had because I was sitting next to the door on
this day. It was weird. It was even weirder because I would not
have cared at all about this Ta's counting mistake if I hadn't been observant and
counted the people in the class myself. I've tried to think of an explanation,
but I just can't. We both counted twenty one, and then suddenly
there were nineteen. Yes, I counted two in disbelief. It is hard
to know what to make of such cases, but there seem to be a
lot of theories going around. One is that these are glitches in the matrix,
so to speak, which is to say that perhaps we are living in
a computer simulation and these are just examples of some sort of problem glitch or
just lazy programming. There is also the idea that, in the case of
people just vanishing in seconds, that these could be examples of interdimensional walk ins,
in a sense, meaning that they have somehow wandered or bled over from
another parallel dimension, only to spirit away back to where they came from.
In the case where people have retroactively faded away, one Reddit poster called missus
Joe Jocks gives an interesting theory. They say Okay, So I just finished
reading a book called The Three Waves of Volunteers and the New Earth by Dolores
Cannon. In this book, it talks a lot about how people are starting
to vibrate on a higher frequency, and that one by one people will sort
of change dimension from this to a higher one as they raise their vibration.
In the beginning, it will be people here and there, And it mentioned
that these people who go will be a distant memory and you sort of drift
apart for no reason and you won't find them. I wonder if this is
really the case and that's what has happened. Other ideas have included that these
are time travelers, portals, or even some mysterious force messing and tinkering with
reality as we know it. There is no way to really know for sure,
and such bizarre accounts remain firmly lodged within the world of the strange.
What is really going on here and what are we to make of this?
Are these explainable or are they perhaps revealing cracks in our reality? We may
never know for sure. This is where the article ends, and it leaves
me with more questions than answers. Is it possible that some of these eyewitnesses
are mistaken absolutely, After all, people in general are typically not very aware
of their surroundings, especially since smartphones have become an apparent necessity. But what
do we make of the other experiences that are not so easily explained. Perhaps
if if we paid more attention to the world around us and less time staring
at screens, we'd realize that our reality is far stranger than we care to
admit. As always, though, I'll leave it up to you to come
to your own conclusions. Many people dismiss sleep paralysis as being nothing more than
a natural occurrence where the mind wakes up before the body, leaving the experiencer
immobilized. However, there are countless experiences that are so strange and so unsettling
that we can't help but wonder if there is something far more malevolent taking place
during these episodes. Many of these reports also involve the subject sensing or even
seeing some type of entity during the paralysis, and tonight My first listener experience
involves a similar phenomenon, but with a bit of a twist. Tonight's first
experience comes to us from IVY, and Ivy's experience is called sleep paralym says
or something else. Ivey says. I was introduced to your podcast through a
friend of mine, and now I've been binge listening for a few days.
I've never wanted to share my experience before because it affected me so badly that
I've had to alter the way I sleep. Also, I've never talked about
it because when I've tried to talk about it out loud, it just sounded
too bizarre. I don't know exactly how to start this, but I'll try
to make it as simple as possible. This happened about four or five years
ago when my now husband and I moved in together. I was in bed
asleep. It was about four in the morning, and I woke up to
the feeling of being watched. When I sat up, I saw what I
thought was my husband standing at the end of the bed holding a cup.
My husband often got up in the middle of the night to get water,
so it wasn't uncommon for me to wake up to this. I looked at
this full figure at the end of the bed. I remember smiling at it
because, like I said, it looked exactly like my husband. Just as
I was about to say something, I heard the toilet flush in the bathroom
next to our room. A few seconds later, my actual husband walked into
our room right past this thing and laid back down in bed next to me.
I watched my husband walk right past this full body man like he wasn't
even there. When I looked back at it, it was still there,
only its cheeks had become sunken in and its eyes had become hollow. It
had grown well over six feet at least, and had started to hunch over
towards me. I grabbed my blanket and pulled it up over my head and
turned my body toward my husband's back and buried my face into him. I
laid there, awake, frozen until the sun came up. The next morning.
I tried to tell my husband what had happened, but he didn't believe
me. It didn't get brought up again. It's been quite some time since
this has happened, and now I have to sleep with a sleeping mask on
to completely cover my eyes. After I had a daughter a little over two
years yars ago, I decided to keep a night light on in my room
so I can see my surroundings when I have to wake up for her.
It's made it a lot easier, but there are still times when I get
anxious about waking up in the middle of the night. Nothing happened before or
after this incident, and we no longer live in that house, and quite
frankly, I'm glad that we don't. After that night, I hated living
there and sleeping in that room. I have no explanation for this man or
whatever you want to call it, that was standing at the end of my
bed. Part of me still believes it didn't happen, but I also know
I was fully awake and aware when it did. That's why I don't know
whether to call it sleep paralysis or not. If you read this on your
podcast, then I want to thank you in advance. The whole thing still
makes me feel a little crazy at times, but after listening to the stories
of others, including your own, I don't feel so crazy any more.
Keep up the good work, and I plan on listening as much as I
can. Ivy. I came across this next bizarre report on Reddit, and
while it's hard to verify the details of this alleged experience, it does share
some unsettling similarities to other encounters that I've heard, Perhaps someone listening has witnessed
something similar. This report comes from a user by the name of Janella Jones,
who says this took place after she moved into an area in Essex.
She describes the surrounding area as not totally in the middle of nowhere, but
lots of forest and dark country roads with no street lights in the area.
On this particular night, she was driving home down a dark country road with
her boyfriend Dan. Eventually they found themselves on a pitch black road only narrow
enough for one car, and it was here that they had a terrifying experience.
Janella Jones explains what happened next. Stupidly, I sped up, wanting
to find my way out of the dark roads. Quickly it became, I'm
apparent that I was driving too fast for the bumpy roads, so initially I
had to slow down, and once I did, I felt a deep thud
on the roof of my car, like something had landed on it. I
slammed on my brakes and my boyfriend and I looked at each other, but
all we heard was silence. Then we heard two loud thumbs on the roof
of the car, almost like someone was pounding a fist on it. I
looked at my boyfriend and he looked at me, all pale and wide eyed.
So I slammed the car into gear and took off down the road,
seriously panicking. Now I couldn't see anything in the mirrors, and up ahead
was a small bridge that went over a tiny river. I sped up over
the bridge and the road veered sharply to the right. As I took this
corner, the entire road was illuminated by my head lights and it was covered
in blood, literally so much blood. It looked like a very big animal
had been slaughtered there. There weren't any animal remains, but the amount of
blood was ridiculous. I screamed, what the hell is that and looked at
my boyfriend, who was already looking out of his window. I looked at
where he was looking, and we could both see a faint figure of a
man running alongside the car. Safe to say, I took off at a
very high speed. Luckily, we were only about five to ten minutes from
the main road and miraculously managed to find our way back. As soon as
we got back to my house, I literally ran in and locked the door
and swore to myself I would never drive that way again. It was the
scariest moment of my life, and to this day, I don't know what
it all was. I described the vision of the guy running as faint because
it wasn't just a regular person. I don't really know how to describe it,
because although it was pitch black outside the car, the person running also
looked like it was black, but we could still make out the shape.
The face had no features, it was almost a bit shimmery at the edges,
but it was definitely a human form even if it wasn't human. Whatever
it was. Also, I managed to keep up with my car, which
was quite a feat considering I was driving it like a monster truck because I
was so scared. There are no trees or anything around for a mile or
two, so when we could see the guy running, he would have just
been running on grass. But there was something not quite right about it.
The vibe that I got was that it wasn't a person but an entity,
and it was all connected, like the thing we saw running was the same
thing that made the noise on the roof of my car and also created the
blood. Just thinking about it now sends a shiver down my spine. I
didn't sleep properly for weeks after that, and even now I hate driving down
country roads alone. My next experience comes to us from a listener by the
name of Dez and Desi's story is called the Garage. Des says Hi Nick
First and foremost, I'd like to thank you for providing a safe space for
us to share these stories. I don't share my experiences often, as I'm
a afraid of what people might think of me if they heard some of the
many stories I have from growing up in a childhood house where paranormal happenings were
common. I have a whole bunch of things I'd like to share with you
and the audience, But today I think I'll share two of the most profound
and memorable ones that really solidified that some of the weird stuff we saw in
our house was in fact paranormal. The first story I have was the first
paranormal experience I ever had, and is still over two decades later, fresh
in my mind as if I'm there all over again. I was in kindergarten,
so I must have been about five or six years old, and like
most younger siblings, I idolized my older sister, and I wanted to imitate
everything she did. At the time, she loved playing ping pong with my
older cousin, and as many older siblings do, she often excluded me from
playing. As a matter of fact, because the ping pong set had been
gifted to her from my aunt for her birthday, I was told to not
play with it without asking first, which, of course I defied as soon
as the opportunity presented itself. One day, while she was at school and
my mother was busy in the kitchen making lunch, I snuck into her room
and I positioned myself between her bed and the wall, and I tried to
play ping pong by myself, which I quickly realized was absolutely no fun without
some one to hold the other paddle. Not wanting to get in trouble and
knowing how closely my sister memorized the positioning off her stuff, I made sure
to put the paddle and the small plastic ball back in the position in which
I found it. I snuck back out of the room, convinced that I
had just committed the perfect crime. To my surprise, once we had picked
her up from school a few hours later, she came home and noticed that
both paddles were where she left them, but the ball was missing. She
searched her room to no avail, and then she went straight to my mom
to tell her that I had lost an essential part of the set that I
had been specifically asked not to touch. I admitted that I had played with
it, but I pleaded with them both to believe that I had put both
the paddle and the ball right back where I had found them. Of course,
no one believed me, and not only did it result in a stern
chastising from my mom about the importance of asking before touching her stuff, but
it also resulted in a two day long silent treatment from my older sister,
which was probably the most painful part of it all for me. That weekend,
my mom was preparing us both for church when I experienced what still scares
me to think about to this day. I laid on the carpet in our
hallway, staring straight into the dark garage. The only light in there was
a slither of daylight coming from the windows on the garage door that were made
of what I assume was plexiglass. My mom had my sister seated on the
closed toilet and was braiding her long hair in preparation for Sunday service, and
I could hear them talking from about six feet down the hallway. It was
my turn next, which I was dreading since my mom always had a bad
habit of pulling my ponytails way too tight, and I generally did not like
getting dressed up like a little doll. I laid on the carpet, huffing
at the thought when I saw something move in the darkness. I watched carefully,
for some reason, completely unafraid, as the ping pong ball slowly rolled
from the far back of the garage into the light cast from the windows above.
What was strange was how slowly it rolled and how straight of a line
it rolled in. It came straight toward my line of vision, and then
abruptly stopped about fifteen feet from where I was laying in the hallway. I
don't know why, but for some reason, I wasn't scared by the knowledge
that there was no one in the garage, or that there was no airflow
or ventilation that could have pushed it toward me from the darkness. At this
point, I excitedly ran into the garage, took the ping pong ball,
and came back to my mom and sister shouting about what had just happened.
Of course, neither of them believed me, but the event was so vivid
and so strange that I spent years replaying that moment in my head, becoming
more and more concerned by what I had seen as the years went on.
After years of repeating the story, and thankfully lots of other paranormal experiences that
my sister and mom both experienced, either by themselves or as a family,
they eventually did believe me. The strange happenings did, however, get scarier
as I got older, and for four to six years of our lives it
almost felt unbearable. I named our temperamental door slamming ghost Lloyd, and he
became a running joke in our house over the years, because we couldn't do
much else but try and make light of living with a literal invisible roommate.
The second story is the last paranormal experience I ever had in that home,
and it happened when I was nineteen years old, the day my dad passed
away of having a massive heart attack. I was, to put it lightly,
incredibly devastated. While me and my sister definitely had our issues with are
often in and out of the house. Father I was very close to him,
and his death impacted me so deeply. I barely remember anything from the
two weeks after his passing. One memory, however, is still burned into
my mind, and it took place hours after I had finally managed to cry
myself to sleep. At three a m. I awoke to a glaring light
and the distressed sound of my mother's voice, asking did you hear it too?
I came to standing in the doorway of my room, confused as ever
and wondering if I had sleep walked there. My mother stood in the doorway
of her room, straight across the hallway, her eyes widened and her skin
pale as I had ever seen it before. There's someone in the garage,
she said. Before I even had time to respond, we heard the sound
of someone rustling through my father's tool bench. I vividly registered the metallic clangs
as the same noise as I heard when my dad was looking for various screws
or wrenches, and my heart dropped into my stomach without hesitation. And she
threw open the door separating the hallway and the garage and flipped on the switch,
which then drowned the dark garage in yellow light. There was no one.
My mom and I stared into the empty garage at my dead father's tool
chest and tried to process what had just happened. Without saying a word.
We decided we weren't equipped to deal with what we had just experienced, and
we both went straight back to bed. After twenty years of voices in the
hallway, slamming doors, and black, shadowy figures passing through the hall,
Lloyd never came back. All strange happenings in that house stopped completely from that
night forward. Although my mother is now gone as well, I often think
back to that night and I wonder who it was that was rustling through my
dad's beloved tool bench. While I'm sure the answer might be a lot more
sinister than I'd like to know, I try and tell myself that my dad
finally evicted Lloyd from our garage, and I think it's kind of poetic that
it all began and ended in the darkness of my garage. I love my
dad, I miss him dearly, and I hope that whoever owns my childhood
house isn't kept up late too often by the sound of nuts and bolts shifting
around the garage at night. If he's still there, I hope they're kind
to him, and I hope they allow him space in the house that he
helped to fix and maintain in life and still protects in death. Thanks Nick,
I'm sending love and light to all of my fellow spooky friends. This
next account comes from Coast to Coast, aam Or. On July fifteenth of
twenty sixteen, a man named Nate called into report a creepy encounter that he
had while driving his bigreg on Interstate eighty where he was heading toward Illinois.
As he was heading down a dark and desolate stretch of the highway, he
noticed something strange on the side of the road. And this is what Nate
had to report. It was about dusk and the sun was just about to
set, and I was driving when I saw a figure just ahead of me
on I eighty and it was right on the side of the road. Now,
when I say right on the side of the road, I don't mean
in the grass. Its toes were right on the white line. I slowed
down a little bit to kind of see what was going on there, and
maybe to avoid it. When I got about fifty yards from it, I
got down to about fifty miles per hour and I could see it clear.
I had my brights on and everything. It was a man, well,
it looked like a man, maybe about five nine or five ten. It
couldn't have been more than a hundred pounds, soaking wet. When I got
up to him, he looked at me. He had no eyes, no
mouth, and no nostrils. There was no orifice on his face. He
was pale white, no hair, no features whatsoever. It looked like a
skeleton with bleached white skin. He was just kind of standing there and looking
right at me. I slowed down, and as soon as I saw his
face, he looked up at me. I flipped the hammer down from Illinois
all the way to Chicago, and I never looked back. My blood ran
cold and my hair stood up. It was one of the most disturbing things
I've ever seen in my life. This next listener experience comes to us from
Mary, and Mary's report is called Haunted Cemetery. Mary says this story happened
just outside of Elizabethtown, Kentucky, July third and fourth of two thousand and
six at this time, I was living in Las Vegas, Nevada, and
I was planning a trip to Elizabethtown, Kentucky to visit family. And while
talking to my brothers, Jimmy and Jack about my trip down there, they
told me about this old cemetery called Hell's Gate. The people that told them
about the cemetery were a couple of co workers. They said they heard about
this cemetery that was very old and haunted and that it had been used to
hold atenic worship and sacrifices. One other thing that they were told is that
it was rumored that there were two large dogs that guarded this cemetery. However,
when my brothers asked where this cemetery was located, they wouldn't tell them.
They just said that they were better off not knowing. My whole family
liked going to haunted sites, so we were all anxious to find this cemetery.
So I did some research and found some general directions. I arrived in
Elizabethtown on July second, and on July fourth, after we set off fireworks,
we were all planning on going out to find Hell's Gate Cemetery. On
July third, my brother Jack and I decided to go out by ourselves to
see if we could find the cemetery. We left our father's house around midnight,
and after following my vague directions, we finally found the road that would
take us to the cemetery. The road was a two lane road that was
really just big enough for one car. It was so dark as there was
no moon and it was very cloudy. We had been on this road for
about twenty t minutes when just up ahead of us and on the left side
of the road, this mist appeared. It was so bright at first that
we thought it was a fire, but it wasn't. The mist was about
five feet tall and about three feet wide and kind of wavy. It stayed
about fifteen feet in front of us for the next five miles or so.
Just as the road came to a dead end right in front of Hellsgate Cemetery,
the mist just disappeared. My brother and I were just sitting there trying
to figure out what we had just seen, when all of a sudden,
all the warning lights and alarms in his car came on. He wanted to
leave right then, but I asked him to wait for just a few minutes,
as I wanted to step out of the car and take a quick video
of the cemetery. I only took a couple minutes of video as it was
so scary just being there. My brother then turned the car around and we
got maybe a block or two away from the cemetery when all the lights and
alarms went off in his car and it was back to normal. When we
got back to our father's house, I looked at the video I had taken
at the cemetery, and right there in front of the car were two large
dogs that were not visible when we were sitting there in the car with the
headlights shining out into the cemetery. So the next night, after we set
off the fireworks and after hearing my brother and I tell our story, our
whole family went back out to Hell's Gate, but the mist did not appear.
There were about four cars, so when we pulled up in front of
the cemetery, we could see the old cemetery pretty well. Some of the
headstones were so old that they had just fallen over. There was what looked
like a little path that led out into the cemetery, so with flashlights in
hand, about eight of us headed out into the cemetery. While walking around,
we heard all kinds of noises, but when we turned our lights toward
the sound, we couldn't see anything. After about an hour, we all
headed back toward the cars. As we walked down the same path we had
all just walked down. Right there in the middle of the path was what
looked like like an armbone. When I tried to take a picture of it,
Mike camera died. When we got back to our father's house, we
all looked at the video and pictures I had taken, and there were orbs
everywhere. It was an experience that I will never forget, but I would
never go back out to Hell's Gate Cemetery. Our next experience of the night
comes to us from Jim, and Jim's experience is called hat Man. I
have encountered various shadow people, including the hat Man. I'm in my twenties.
I started seeing a shadow like person after late nights at the bar.
I would see a shadow person standing next to a light pole, behind a
tree, and in a store window. All of these were at night time
passed and eventually I saw the hat Man. He looked as I've heard dozens
of encounters describe him, a tall, black being with a wide brimmed hat
and a trench coat. Saying it looked a certain way is hard to explain,
but it was more of an impression on my vision. One night,
there was a discussion with coworkers about strange encounters, and a girl began telling
everyone about a shadow person that she saw on the street. She felt like
it was stalking her. She described no face, no features, just a
long black coat and wide hat. Years later, I got into the same
type of discussion with my sister. My niece was in the room and overheard
me talking about the hat Man, which I began calling the puppet Master.
My niece's face turned white and she told us about the same vision she would
see walking down the hall when she was around eight years old. Time passed
and another discussion of the hat Man was brought up with my sister and niece,
but this time my sister's mother in law was present. She gasped,
turned white, and also said that she used to see the same being when
she was younger. I believe the hat Man attaches itself to a family or
people that opened themselves to the paranormal. Our next experience comes to us from
Mikayla and Michaela's experience is called mimicking spirits. Mikhaela says he nick I just
finished listening to episode three thirty one about spirits mimicking a loved one's voice.
A few years ago, my mother and her husband went on a cruise,
and at the time I was living with them together. They have a daughter,
my baby sister, who was a year and a half older than my
daughter. So while my mom and her husband were on vacation, I had
both girls. We got home from work in school and the girls were downstairs
eating in the dining room while I was upstairs in the laundry room putting clothes
in the dryer. All of a sudden, I hear my baby sister say
my name, so I stepped out into the hall to see what she needed,
but no one was there. I could hear both girls downstairs in the
dining room giggling as little girls do. My mother has a big house,
so if they were playing a trick on me, I would have heard them
run down the hallway, down the steps, past the living room and kitchen,
and then into the dining room. They couldn't possibly run that fast.
My next story is an experience that my mother encountered and with her permission,
I will share it. My mother was sitting in her bedroom with the TV
off, reading her book when she heard my other sister, who was in
her early twenties, say Mommy, I'm here. So my mom waited for
her to come up the stairs and into her room, thinking that she was
just stopping by for a quick visit. A couple minutes pass and my mom
realizes that no one is in her house. She then calls my sister on
her cell phone and asked, why did you leave? But my sister,
having no clue what she was talking about, says, I was never there,
and I'm on the other side of town in this same house. As
I was preparing to move out, my mother and I came to the conclusion
that she indeed has a spirit lingering around. She jokingly or not jokingly,
calls out to the spirit and says, you do not have permission to follow
my daughter to her new home. We then laughed because we clearly have watched
too many ghost Adventure episodes, but my laugh quickly stopped when I heard a
loud growl in my right ear. My mother noticed my facial expression and asked
me what was wrong. However, I never told her what I heard because
I didn't want to freak her out, so I kept it to myself until
she moved into her new home. When I did start to tell her,
she finished my sentence for me and said, you heard a growl, didn't
you. Apparently she has heard this growl before. Thank you again for reading
and sharing my story. I still have more and will share again on a
different day. Thank you Nick for all that you do for us believers.
Be well. There is something in the wilderness. It uses the forests,
mountains, and wild places to disguise its mysterious intent. What is it?
No one truly knows. It presents itself in different forms to different people,
with some claiming to encounter strange creatures that shouldn't exist, while others experience disorientation
and a feeling as though they're being hunted or even led into a trap.
In some cases, the victims seem to vanish into thin air, only to
be found days, months, or even years later under extremely bizarre circumstances.
I've covered similar topics in many of my other episodes, and while some people
dismiss the phenomena as nothing more than hallucinations or people simply becoming lost in the
woods. Those that have come face to face with this nameless threat will tell
you that what they encountered was very real and anything but innocent. Now,
perhaps in some of these cases it is nothing more than people misidentifying a particular
animal they're not familiar with, or just letting their imagination get the best of
them. But for the hundreds of other eyewitnesses that have had first hand encounters,
I believe that we owe it to them and ourselves to investigate these reports
with an open mind, because, for all we know, the wilderness could
be hiding something far more sinister than we could possibly imagine. Today's topic is
one of my favorites because it encompasses so many different types of experiences, yet
they all have one thing in common. They all took place in the great
outdoors. So today I've put together various reports of high strangeness that involve many
different oddities, all of which seem to lead credibility to the belief that the
wilderness holds many bizarre and mysterious forces. As I relay each article and experience,
I'll be mentioning the source from which it came, but please be sure
to also visit the show no where I have referenced these reports, and I
urge you to visit the links that I provided in order to give them the
credit that they deserve. I'll begin tonight with the sighting of a strange creature.
This report was posted on Mysterious Universe and originates from a website called your
Ghost Stories, and it's an account from a woman who had a bizarre experience
as she was hiking in the summertime with her boyfriend in the mountains of Italy.
On one of these peaceful hikes, she reached the end of a trail
before her boyfriend, so she decided to wait there and enjoy the tranquil scene
while she waited for him to arrive. As she waited, she saw something
unnerving. It appeared to be a creature that resembled what's known as a shammis
or mountain goat, which are native to the European mountains. However, there
was something abnormal about this particular animal, as the witness would go on to
explain, I was sitting there on a rock and I don't know how,
but I felt like something was in the woods behind me. Behind me,
there was a precipice that was not very deep, though, and the forest
would cover the end of it and all around. I stood up and tried
to see if there was something down there, and that's when I saw it.
I still get shivers when I think about it. Deep down there there
was a chammis, a beautiful one with long horns. I got excited because
I rarely see one. I was looking at him from behind. His fur
was light brown, and he had a black line that went from the neck
to the tail. But something was very wrong with it, and that's when
I froze. His front legs looked like they didn't end in a normal cloven
hoof, but he had three fingers at the end of his front legs,
similar to a bird claw, but not that sharp. The back legs seemed
normal, which I could see because he was walking very slowly and calmly through
the vegetation. Then I noticed with great horror that his face seemed flat with
there's no muzzle. I couldn't look at him directly in the face, and
I couldn't see his forehead and nose. But what should have been there just
wasn't. Thinking about it now, I really wish that I had seen his
face, just to see how the eyes and mouth were organized. He disappeared
in the pine's shadow, and I was still there shocked. When my boyfriend
finally arrived, I told him what I saw, but he didn't believe me,
and he just laughed. I know it's not scary, and it can
even be funny if you think about it. A shammy with eagle legs and
a flat face. I thought about it all the time that we were descending.
It was so weird, and at the end I told myself that I
must have dreamt it. Even if I would love to know that I wasn't
the only one to see that thing, I'd like to think that it was
a deity that took the form of a shammy. There wasn't any village at
the mountain's foot, so I couldn't ask if someone else had seen it too,
or if someone knew anything about a weird animal that was living in the
forest. An even otter tale comes from a Reddit poster who claims that at
the time he had been in the wilds outside of Houston, Texas, in
what he describes as an isolated patch of forest by a creek. He had
set up a hammock that evening and was relaxing and listening to the sounds of
the night when something strange came for him. He describes what happened this night.
It was dark, like extra dark. I think the moon was covered
up, but there was still enough city light to create a dim atmospheric glow.
I heard some movement definitely coming my way where I was on the creek.
It didn't seem as cautious as most of the other animals, which startled
me. Whatever was coming my way was ballsy. I don't think I had
my knife at the time, so I think I grabbed a stick and listened
quietly. As the sound got closer. It kept walking in my direction,
but I could barely see a thing. But eventually it got pretty close and
I could faintly see a silhouette. This wasn't an animal I had seen before.
It was white, with long legs, too tall to be a hog,
and definitely not a deer. It just stood there, staring at me
as if it was pissed that I was in its spot or something. I
don't think I made any sudden movements or anything, but I just sat there,
looking, trying to figure out what it was. Eventually it went back
into the forest and honestly, even with how much I go through those same
patches of woods, I've never seen it again. I was thinking that it
was a wolf or a coyote, but this thing was white like white enough
to see him in almost pitch black darkness, and he had long legs and
a real dignified demeanor. He just stared at me, not scared at all,
before he calmly disappeared. I ain't seen nothing like that before, and
I ain't seen it since, nor have I seen any footprints or anything that
releasing indicative of what it was. It just had long legs, white fur,
and a really calm, dignified demeanor. After his encounter, the witness
also described feeling a sense of power and menace coming from the entity. The
next couple of reports I'd like to share with you don't involve strange creatures necessarily,
but have more to do with bizarre forces that seem to cause confusion or
disorientation resulting in the eyewitness becoming lost or even turning up missing, with no
explanation as to why. Some people believed that this phenomena could be related to
faithfolk and other unexplained energies, But as always, I'll let you be the
judge. This particular report involves a woman who worked as a housekeeper at a
sprawling estate in the Irish countryside. One evening, she decided to take a
walk back to her own village to visit her family, a walk that took
her through her area with a hill called Lessard Fort, which was known to
locals as a place where fairies dwelled. The woman passed through without incident and
headed down the hill, Yet she suddenly blinked and found herself walking the opposite
way back up the hill. She couldn't understand how this could have happened,
and she turned back around and reached a ditch at the bottom of the hill.
All she had to do was step over this ditch and she would be
on the road to her village, But every time she tried, she once
again found herself going the opposite direction, as if some barrier was preventing her
from passing over. For hours, she was stuck there like this. So
it was with relief that she saw a search party approaching to look for her,
but when she shouted to them and waved her hands, they couldn't see
her. She would go on for another hour before whatever spell had been cast,
was lifted, and she was finally able to continue on her way.
A similar case is that of a man who attended a party at an estate
and left to walk home, with this path taking him across a field.
As he walked, he noticed that not only did the field seem to never
end, but that it had changed somehow to become quite unfamiliar to him,
despite the fact that he had gone through that field countless times before. In
this case, the man apparently was quick to suspect that this was due to
the stray sod, so he quickly turned all his clothes inside out, but
this did not seem to work. He would walk around the field for hours
without any sign of a way out before he finally found an exit and ended
up at the house that he had left, where it seemed that only several
minutes had actually passed, despite the fact that to him he had been wandering
for hours. There are numerous other reports of this phenomena happening outside of Ireland
as well, and there are other versions of what appears to be the same
phenomenon in the lore of For instance, in Finnish folklore, there is what
is called metzen Pieto, meaning forest cover, which, like stray sod,
is a magical force produced by forest spirits that causes people to not only become
lost, but to also become invisible to other people looking for them. Also
like the stray sod, one way to negate the effects is to either put
on one's clothes inside out or put their shoes on the opposite feet. Japan
also has its own similar phenomenon called kamika kushi or spirited away, in which
people are lured away by spirits to be abducted and brought to another realm.
Whatever one calls the phenomenon, it is almost always the same sort of thing,
with people getting lost, unable to find an ex st and very often
unable to call out for help even when someone else is nearby, often also
describing the sense of being in a sort of parallel realm with the scenery changed
or twisted somehow. There are other equally strange and difficult to categorize cases as
well. As In August of eighteen ninety seven, a six year old girl
named Lilian Carney went missing in the U. S State of Maine as she
was out with her parents picking blueberries. According to the parents, she had
vanished right from underneath their noses. A preliminary search of the area would quickly
expand to over two hundred searchers scouring the area and calling the girl's name,
all to no avail. After an extensive search, Lilian was found in the
woods in a dazed and trance like state. When asked what had happened to
her, the dazed girl replied that she had been in a place in the
forest where the sun had shown the entire time she had been there. This
was rather odd, considering that the weather at the time of her disappearance had
been partly cloudy, she had been enveloped by a thick canopy of trees from
any town, and she had been missing overnight for around forty six hours.
These next reports follow a similar phenomenon where the witnesses seem to experience some type
of confusion or the feeling that they're becoming lost, but also involves some type
of malevolent creature or entity that they believe is stalking them. This first experience
was reported by a poster named Hanny two four two, who was at Big
Bend National Park in southern Texas. She had gone out camping in the area
with a friend and her husband and describes the landscape as flat, desolate,
and remote, and they thought that it would be fun to take a night
hike out to the nearest trail. Since it was a bright moonlight evening through
that flat terrain, they thought that it would be easy, but the witness
says that as a precaution, she had set out some rock piles early on
to help them find their way after dinner. They headed out around ten pm,
but they were all in for a terrifying experience. This is her story.
The first ten minutes were pretty uneventful and we were all in good spirits.
Suddenly, though we hear a scuttling noise from about fifty feet behind us.
Having been used to animal noises at night, we wrote it off as
a critter. A few minutes later, though, we heard the same noise
a bit closer and sounding like a bigger animal. There are black bears here,
but we weren't in that area. They're normally sighted. Like I said,
the landscape was wide open, and we didn't see anything with our flashlights.
We were a bit uneasy, but willing to go on. The rock
piles had been doing a good job of leading us in the right direction.
All at once, I stopped feeling absolute terror. It's an indescribable feeling that
I see many others in the subreddit reference. I knew we were in danger,
I just didn't know why. I looked to my friend and my husband,
who both looked as terrified as I felt. There was no sound,
no wind. Then, in an instant, the most inhuman scream erupted seemingly
from all around us. We all froze for what felt like minutes, but
I'm sure it was just seconds. I don't remember making the decision to run
back, but the next thing I remember, we were all running. We
made it pretty far out, even though I thought that I was running in
the right direction of our camp. I remember scanning for the rock piles I
had made, but not being able to find any of them, and almost
turning back, thinking that we were heading in the wrong direction, but I
had the instinct not to. We made it to a rather large rock that
I knew was on the route back to the campsite. I also remembered putting
a rock pile beside the rock, so I went to check if it was
still there to make sure that we were headed back to our campsite. The
rocks were still there, but they had been knocked over. This set off
all the alarms, and I told my friend and my h that we had
to get back to the camp as soon as possible. We made it back
a few minutes later, and by the time we got back, I was
entirely freaked out and I didn't want to stay. I think my husband was
as well, but my friend convinced us that it was just wildlife, so
we stayed in the tent that night. I don't know if it was connected,
but there was scuttling and footsteps around the tent all night. Either way,
I didn't sleep. We didn't do any more primitive hiking that trip,
and opted instead to stay at a campsite in one of the community camps.
I've never felt that feeling before or since, and I've been in the woods
at night plenty of times. The next day, I went out to check
if all the rock piles had been knocked down, and they had. I
don't think an animal would deliberately go around knocking over the markers, and that's
really what makes me think that it was sentient. I don't know what it
was, but I don't want to know, and I'm glad that we made
it out. In the next report, the origin of the strange sounds and
inexplicable fear is actually seen. This report comes from Reddit user throwaway eight four
six four eight, and it was posted on the Humanoid Encounter's forum. The
reporter says that on this evening he headed out to a wooded area in Wisconsin
to go to a party that some friends were having. Along the way,
they got a little lost, but were able to get directions by cell phone,
and they continued making their way through the dark trees, finding their way
by the beam of their flashlight. They still seemed lost, inexplicably going around
in circles and passing the same clearing several times, and the witness claims that
some very strange things would start to occur. This is what he had to
say. I joked that she'd better not get me killed, and as we
nervously laugh, we hear a nah na naw sound coming from behind us,
followed by what sounded like a cross between an old train whistle and somebody blowing.
We turn around, thinking what the heck was that, and we shine
our flashlights on a deer standing up on its hind legs with one arm against
a tree looking at us. I know this sounds stupid, but just the
way that it was watching us and standing there was the most unsettling thing I've
seen in my life. My friend then takes off running, and I'm still
just standing there looking at it, trying to make heads or tails of it,
before I start running after Gina, trying not to be left alone with
this thing. Luckily for me, Gina runs into a tree and I catch
up with her and start yelling at her about leaving me alone. And this
is when we hear another whistling sound to the left of us, and we
turn our flashlights to see another deer looking at us. However, this one
is walking towards us on its hind legs, but not like a person.
It was like a dog. It gets close but walks behind a tree with
only its head and neck poking out, watching us. I have never been
so scared in my life, and I started to cry and started yelling at
Gina and telling her to call the cops. At this point, I honestly
thought that I was going to die. I was just so scared. And
then we heard another whistle somewhere else in the woods behind us. We heard
a rustling sound in the woods, and we were sure that this was it
and we were going to die, but instead, outwalked a giant black dog.
The dog then walked right up to us, looked at us, and
then looked at the deer behind the tree, which then started making a nah
nyah sound like we had heard earlier. However, the dog just stood there
looking at it, not growling or barking or anything, just staring. The
deer then started to make a coughing sound, but the dog just stared at
it without making a noise, before turning around and just ignoring it, and
then walking over to us and barking and baying. A minute later, a
professor who I'd taken a class with sophomore year, burst through the brush and
started yelling at Baron his dog, who had apparently run away into the woods.
He was really confused to see us, but saw that we were crying
and offered to take us back to his house and drive us back to campus.
I haven't slept since that night, and have been all over the internet
trying to make sense of what I saw. I fully intend to spoil Baron
Rotten for saving my life, just as bizarre and Terrifying is a report from
a poster called Kaija Kai, who was out camping at the Red River Gorge
in Kentucky with her husband and a friend at the time. They had been
there many times before, and on this evening they did something they often enjoyed
while there, which was making their way to the top of a high trail
to go stargazing. They had been up this trail countless times before and knew
it very well, but this evening was to be a bit more unusual.
They made it to the top and laid down to do their stargazing, but
almost immediately they began hearing strange noises all around them, and the witness would
describe the following events. We laid down and tried to stargaze, but the
clouds were even thicker now it was miserably hot. We could hear voices at
times, and my husband kept checking for people that we heard. However,
he never saw anyone. We saw flashes of light, but never saw anyone
attached to it. Then we heard a bird call, but it wasn't like
a real bird noise at all. It sounded like a person making bird calls.
It was rhythmic and not really natural. I was convinced we weren't alone
and hadn't been alone. But also I am the most easily spooked. I
asked to leave as soon as they were ready to, and they were ready
right then and there. It scared me that they were just as afraid as
me. At this point, we began going down the way that we came,
and it felt like it was taking yeing so long. We were going
steady and quick, and it was downhill, but we weren't making any ground.
It seemed. It's hard to explain, but it was so weird that
at one point I even set out loud, this feels much longer, and
they both agreed with me. I kept looking behind me with the flashlight,
my husband kept looking out to the sides, and my friend kept hers mostly
forward. Now, as they made their way down the trail, they could
hear all sorts of undefinable noises coming from the dark, and the husband would
say that he kept catching what looked like eyes in the beam of the flashlight.
There were also what sounded like footsteps in the dark, and they were
sure that they were being followed by someone or something. Then things got even
scarier, and the witness explains what happened next? My husband just stops walking
all together and says, what's that? But the question is more of like
an alert. And I moved my hand lamp in that direction, and I
don't see anything at first. Then both of his lights catch a shape,
and then my headlamp catches it. I move my hand lamp to the center
and catch it, while my friend simultaneously finds it in her lights as well.
All six of our lights shine onto and kind of reflect off of a
light gray creature. It's bent into a crouching position, kneeling on its right
leg, and it starts turning towards us. It starts to slowly stand,
and my mind is racing still. It looks human, but it is too
big. People often mistake human shapes for what actually bears in the woods.
But this is skinny. It's thin and big and almost white. It's so
light gray, and its skin resembles dolphin skin. There's a shine to it,
and our lights get reflected a little when they're on it. It gradually
comes to a full standing position in front of us. Its head is long,
and its eyes are in a human position, on the face in front
and not on the side in animals, but I couldn't see any other facial
features, just big, almost empty holes or pits where the eyes were.
It looked directly at us and our lights. The way it stood was intimidating,
almost like when snakes raise up and flex their necks all crazy to show
the prey that they're stronger and smarter. It was kind of like it was
stepping up to a fight, from crouching, then turning, and then standing
front on in front of us. The arms hung down low, and the
hands seemed long as well. Its hands had to be by its knees.
I'd guess it stood nine feet or so and not that far in front of
us. It had no hair at all, and its head was large as
well. I couldn't process what I saw, and I was frozen. Then
I feel my husband hitting me on the back and yelling run, run,
run. I start to understand that we have to get away from this thing,
and then it pivots and runs to the right, going backwards on the
trail so it could get around the barrier and onto the trail behind us.
We take off, running the rest of the way down the trail, knowing
that this thing just took off much faster than us, and that after it
crossed from behind the barrier, it would be gaining on us quick. We
didn't talk at all, because when we tried to it felt like we would
get caught. We keep running as we can, but some areas are so
steep it never felt like we were out of sight from this creature. And
as we made it to the trail beginning with the gravel, we could hear
something to the side crashing down through the forest. We ran until we got
to the car, and then we drove as fast as we could, and
as soon as we got to the main road, it cleared up and the
stars were out. When that thing looked at us, I knew it was
smarter and faster than us. I knew that if we hadn't seen it,
that it could have easily taken one of us and then gotten away. I
think that the only reason it hesitated was because so many of us saw it
at once, and we stayed together. Let's begin with our first experience of
the night, which comes to us from Savannah, and Savannah's experience is called
meaningful Dream. Savannah says, Hey, Nick, I've been listening to your
podcast for a while now and absolutely love it. I'm not sure if this
is exactly something that is paranormal, but I do believe it is something otherworldly.
It's been almost three years since my dad passed away, and I felt
that I should share my dream that I had the day before he passed away.
Here's a little bit of background of myself. I was fifteen when my
dad passed away, and I've always believed in the spiritual world and still do.
I've experienced several small paranormal things, good and bad. I've also always
had pretty realistic dreams, more so nightmares. For a little background on my
dad, my dad was diagnosed with a terminal illness when he was in his
early twenties, but it never really affected him until he reached his late thirties.
My dad became severely ill in the last week of September and had to
be hospitalized. The first two nights of him being in the hospital, he
was still fully aware, but the morning of the third day is when he
became extremely disoriented and was constantly in and out of consciousness. Our whole family
was in and out of the hospital, coming as soon as visiting hours started
and staying until visiting hours were over. During the time that he was in
the hospital, I had developed severe anxiety, causing me to never be able
to sleep. On the fourth day of him being in the hospital, he
was put on a ventilator. When I got home later that night, I
was able to finally go to sleep. I started dreaming that I was in
my high school, running late for my Spanish class. As I'm walking to
my Spanish class, I was stopped by the sight of my dad in the
middle of the hallway. As I'm looking at him, I see my Grandma,
his mom, walk up next to him. I'm not sure why,
but my grandma was in the form of her younger years. She had bright
red hair and her face was free of wrinkles. As she appeared, a
bunch of balloons appeared as well. I should also add that my grandma is
still alive, with gray hair and her face heavy with wrinkles. I have
always been confused why so many balloons had appeared and why the younger version of
my grandma was in this particular dream. After watching my grandma walk up next
to my dad, I stood there staring at the two of them. My
dad then opened his arms wide, beckoning me to come and give him a
hug. I then ran into his arms and was soon encased in a bear
hug. As soon as his arms wrapped around me, I was consumed with
relief. I was still aware what was happening outsid my dream. I knew
that he should not be in my school, but in the hospital bed on
a ventilator. I questioned him and wondered why he was here and how he
got better so fast. His only response was to squeeze me tighter and then
said it'll be okay. I woke up from my dream with tears dreaming down
my face, but I still felt the relief that I got whenever my dad
hugged me. Twenty minutes after I woke up, my mom told me that
it was time to go. When we got to the hospital, I found
out that my family decided to take my dad off the ventilator, meaning that
he was going to pass some time that day. I bawled my eyes out,
devastated that my dad was officially going to be gone, but I still
felt that relief. Only a couple of months ago, I talked to my
sister about the dream that I had, and to both of our shocks,
she had the exact same dream and feelings, except they were in a dollar
general store. Even our grandma was young in her dream. I still get
chills whenever I think of it. I believe that dream was him saying goodbye
to us and to give us strength because he knew the next day was going
to be his last day. Sometimes that relief I felt and my dream washes
over. Typically on days that is passing hits me hardest. I'm sorry if
this explanation is all over the place. I still get rather emotional whenever talking
about his dream, and it causes my mind to work in overdrive. I'd
like to thank you for offering an outlet to people who feel like they can't
talk to anyone about their experiences. Stay well, Savannah. Our next experience
comes to us from Goulay and Gulay, says Hi, Nick. Thank you
for being a great host and being a safe place to share our experiences.
You've shared two of them, one about a green man, and I can't
remember what the other one was about, maybe a duende. Well. I've
been talking to a co worker more recently about the paranormal because we found out
that we have the same interest in the paranormal, and she told me that
she has a shadow man that lives with her. After telling me about her
experiences, about a week later, I got home after work and as usual,
I went to our guest room on the first floor to change and as
I was pulling down my bedtime shirt, the door to the room was cracked
so that I could see outside the realm, but nobody can see inside.
I can see through the crack a tall man, almost shadow like, and
he looked similar to my fiancee same height, wait, walk and speed.
I asked, babe, what are you doing? As the direction he was
walking was as if he was going to walk out to the front door,
but the door never opened, assuming that he was looking out the window beside
the front door. I opened the bedroom door and before looking up, I
asked, is there someone here? What are you doing, only to find
out that nobody was there. I then turned the other way and walked toward
the kitchen to find my fiance by the fridge. I asked him if he
was near the room or by the front door, to which he said no,
that he was in the kitchen the whole time. I then told him
what happened and laughed and joked that my coworker's shadow man followed me home during
the last week of August, a few days after the shadowman experience, I
went to the bathroom in the downstairs guest room, and as I was closing
the door, I noticed that it would not shut. This door has no
trouble closing and no trouble opening. It's not heavy, and I do not
need to use force, as the house shifted barely enough to make you have
to lift the door to shut it entirely. Well, when I noticed the
door wasn't closing, it was not even touching the door frame. It was
as if someone's hand was between the frame and the door, trying to make
sure that it didn't close. I had to use the bathroom so bad that
I pushed harder and used the force of my body, but it still didn't
budge. So I gave up and did my business. But after washing my
hands, I double checked the door. It was still light and didn't need
any force to open or close. I then closed it all the way with
no force at all, given the fact that it didn't shot because of the
shifted house. But nevertheless it closed all the way still with nothing blocking it
from touching the frame. I did an inspection to see if anything around it
might have blocked at but I found nothing. Later that night, as I
was walking up the stairs to go to bed, we have to pass up
a hallway that leads to the washroom. Then the other side of the stairs
is the guest bedroom, both of which you can see without trying. I
noticed at first, before walking up the stairs that the laundry room light appeared
to be on. They weren't, but it was all lit as as if
someone had a spotlight shining into that room. I shrugged it off, as
if my mind was playing tricks on me, and I made my way up
a few more stairs until I turned to the right, because now the guest
bedroom appeared the same way. This was at a time that everyone was in
their own rooms and could not have played tricks on me, so I shrugged
it off, continued upstairs, and called my fiance to tell him what had
happened. I laughed and said, Sherry needs to come and get her shadow
man back. The next day, I texted my coworker saying that she needed
to get them, and I added a laughing emoji, only for her to
say that she actually hasn't seen them for a few days, which is unusual
because she sees them at least once every day, and it's gotten to the
point where her husband and son have seen them too, until they appeared at
my house. This is my next story. My dog of sixteen years passed
in February. She was a little old lady, and we each took turns
carrying her and giving her kisses and scratches and making sure she knew that she
was loved until she crossed her rainbow bridge. Well. Two nights ago,
my sister and I were in the kitchen and we both heard a bark that
sounded exactly like Coco's, our late dog. It was so real sounding that
we continued what we were doing until we realized that she had been gone for
months now and there was no way that we could have heard her. The
other dogs around us are big dogs, and they don't sound like her,
nor are they as close as her bark sounded. Another thing is that we
both heard it, and we both thought the same thing. We both,
without a doubt, know that this bark sounded like it was her, letting
us know she wanted to come back inside. Without a doubt, I know
it was her. I still get so heartbroken knowing she isn't here with us,
and I still cry about it, but hearing that Bark gave me the
biggest smile and boost a head happiness. Now I need to find a way
to include her in my wedding. Thank you again, Nick for all that
you do goo Lay. Our next experience comes to us from Roy and Roy's
experience is called Hot Night in Tasmanian Winter. Roy says, good day,
Nick, I've only just found your podcast. Although I listened to many similar
ones, the first story I listened to was from Tasmania and it intrigued me
because of the location. So I thought that I would write to you and
relate my little tale. In two thousand and two, my wife and I
spent three weeks traveling around Tasmania. We drove our four wheel drive from Bowboing
In near Campbelltown in New South Wales down to Victoria and we caught the ferry
the Spirit of Tasmania across to Devenport, arriving in Devenport at ten thirty pm.
We stayed overnight in a caravan park and the next day we set off
on our trip. We didn't have a plan as to where we would end
up day to day, and just winged it, only looking for accommodation around
four pm each day unless we were staying in the same location for more than
one day. We covered most of Tasmania and drove highways, dirt roads,
beaches, et cetera. Tasmania is a fantastic place to visit, and we
were there exactly six years after the Port Arthur massacre, and we spent three
consecutive days walking through Port Arthur and taking ghost tours in a ferry ride to
the Isle of the Dead, where only the landed gentry had marked graves and
the convicts were buried all around the rest of the small island in unmarked grave
sites. You were literally walking over them without knowing if you were or not.
We had a couple of minor strange events happened during our time at Port
Arthur, photos not turning out, batteries of our video camera missing and then
turning up unexpectedly, but nothing spokier than that, although I wished we had.
There are many beautiful little towns in Tasmania and we were having a great
time, except ironically in a town called Campbelltown. My wife and I at
that stage had been happily married for twenty seven years and were married happily for
another fifteen. But in Campbelltown we had an unexpected argument. We were standing
on an old bridge where a murder had apparently taken place, and we found
that we could not agree on anything or where to go next. It finally
turned out that we decided to walk to a nearby church and take a look
inside. There was very little conversation between the bridge and the church, but
as soon as we stepped into the vestibule of the church, the air seemed
to clear and we were happy again. The rest of the day was terrific,
and in the afternoon we decided to find a place to stay for the
night. We found a place easily, and the owner said that we could
stay in a house that was available or a converted stable that was out the
back of the house. The house looked a little spooky and far too big
for what we needed, so we opted for the stable. The stable was
very quaint and had a small lounge area and kitchen, an open fireplace,
and a bedroom and en suite upstairs. Now, Tasmania in early May is
pretty cold, so I thought that I would light the fire and warm the
place up. A bet kindling and firewood was supplied, so I thought that
it would be no problem. We had an open fireplace in our home back
in NSW and it was never a problem to get it going, but not
so in this place. Try as I might to get the fire going,
it kept going out. I'd like kindling newspaper, different stack methods, it
just would not go. The plan was get the fire going, let it
get established, and then go to the pub for dinner, and the place
would be cozy and warm for when we returned. However, finally, after
spending almost an hour with the fire, I gave up and we went to
the pub for dinner. We walked home, satisfied with our visit to the
pub and our meal, and we went upstairs to bed. My wife fell
asleep easily, but not me. I just could not get comfortable and I
found the place to be too warm. All this in the midst of a
Tasmanian winter where I couldn't even get a fire going. After a while,
my wife woke up and asked if I was okay. I told her that
I couldn't get comfortable in this place and that I was sweating all over.
She turned on the light and saw that I was a mess and could not
explain why I was in the state that I was in, and she was
under the covers. I told her not to worry and to go back to
sleep, and I would try to do the same, but it never happened.
I just kept sweating and could not rest. So after spending a few
more hours awake and wondering what was going to happen next, I just resigned
myself to wait for the sun to come up. Around five o'clock, I
went downstairs and made a cup of tea, not interested in getting the fire
going for myself, but I thought that I would try to light it for
my wife's benefit, and it lit easily. I was baffled. It was
the same wood as last night, and with little effort, the fire was
going strong. With the fire now going, I started to cool down.
My wife then came down and we made breakfast, showered, and said goodbye
to the stable. I can't explain what happened to us in Campbelltown, Tasmania,
but there was something about that town that didn't completely agree with us.
I believe there was something in that stable that just didn't want us there,
especially me. Tasmania is a fantastic place, but I believe because of its
convict history, there are many uneasy souls there. I think that it would
have been easier for me if I had seen an apparition in the stable or
heard some voice saying out, but I'm left guessing. Anyway. I'm glad
I've found your podcast, Nick, and I will continue to listen. I
am very pleased to hear stories from Australia, all the best Roy. Our
next report comes to us from Jay, and Jay's story is called time Traveler
or Doppelganger. Jay says, Hi, Nick, I just wanted to say
I've been listening to your podcast for about nine months now and I'm hooked.
Listening to people's experiences has been enthralling and has brought up memories of my own.
Today, I'd like to share a story that happened to me sometime in
two thousand and eight. I had gone to a doctor's appointment, and when
I got there, the receptionist looked up at me and said, wow,
that was fast. How did you have time to change your clothes? I
looked at her, confused and asked her what she was talking about, and
she said to me, well, you were just here you came up to
the desk, started talking, and then mentioned that you had an appointment in
a few minutes. Still confused, I told her, ma'am, this is
the first time I've been here today. She seemed surprised. She told me,
I swear you were here. You came up, talked about five minutes,
looked at your watch, and then said you had to go. I
paused for a moment and asked her if I had an appointment here and I
told you that it was in a few minutes, why would I suddenly decide
to leave. She then said, I don't know. It did seem odd,
but I didn't think to ask about it. The thing that baffles me
to this day is that I asked her what I was wearing when I came
in the first time, and she described an outfit that I had at home,
almost exactly the way it was. I know. People may ask if
I have a brother, and I do. He's five years older than me,
lives in a different county about an hour away, have different moms,
and we look nothing alive. People say that we all have twins somewhere in
the world, But what of the odds that mine just happens to be in
the same place that I'm going to be a few moments later. Or is
it possible that in the future we have figured out how to time travel.
I'll let you be the judge. Our next experience comes to us from Carol,
and Carol's story is called Ouiji Board. Carol says, Hi Nick,
it seems that every time I hear a new episode, it reminds me of
a similar experience I've had and want to share. When I was young,
I was gifted a Ouiji board. We're talking early nineteen seventies. At the
same time, I also became interested in and checked out occult books from the
library. My mom and I lived with my maternal grandparents as she was divorced
from my dad. She was a woman ahead of her time, very strong
and independent, yet he could also be very quiet and intimidating. My family
attended church every week, and my grandmother was extremely religious and always prayed.
If she knew the significance of the board, she never would have allowed it
into her home. The same goes for the books. The occult books and
wuigiboard were located in a bedroom I was sharing with my mom, and she
knew about them. Of course, Being young, I played with the Ouiji
board and didn't know what I was doing and was completely unaware that there were
certain rules to follow. This naturally meant that I didn't do anything correctly,
and it quickly led to chaos. It began one night with minor, unidentifiable
noises. I thought that I was only imagining yet and had just scared myself
from reading the books, but it seemed to build more and more each night.
On one final cataclysmic night, what started out as strange, nonplaceable noises
throughout the house soon evolved into full, disembodied whispers. There was a tangible
oppressive energy seeping into our bedroom walls, and the sharp scratching sounds that followed
betrayed its intention to infiltrate not just my room, but my own body and
mind. Then the movement in my room began. I was terrified and helpless,
and my mom thankfully felt and hurt it all too. At least I
wasn't alone. She was, needless to say, furious, and she warned
me to remove the books from our house and return them without delay. I
never saw the Wigi board again after that night, and things eventually died down
in the house. After that. Thank God. It's the one thing I've
always implored to my son not to do play with the Ouiji board. However,
I know that the more you prohibit someone from doing something, the more
likely they are to do what you forbid, and that tendency has haunted me
throughout my parents hood. My son is twenty six, and I believe him
when he says that he's never messed with one and doesn't ever intend to.
But I hate that the potential for negative energies to infiltrate his life as it
had mine, is still out there, that these seemingly innocuous traps are in
the world, just waiting to be found. I truly feel that if my
son hadn't already experienced considerable paranormal activity in our current home while he grew up,
he would have already been tempted to experiment with one. Thanks again,
Nick for the safe sharing space. I genuinely enjoy listening to everyone's stories,
and I love how much they validate your listener's experiences. It really lights a
fire in me to share and connect with the other listeners. May you,
your family, and your listeners find peace of mind, body, and spirit.
Your loyal fan and patron Carol. Our next experience comes to us from
Marcia, and Marcia's experience is called My Year in a Haunted House. Marcia
says I never believed in ghosts until I was in my early thirties and moved
to the eastern shore of Maryland. On December first, two thousand and five,
our family moved into a rental house just outside Salisbury. Everything was fine
and I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. Shortly after moving in,
I got my two school age children off to school and my husband left for
work. So I climbed back into bed, where my eighteen month old was
still sleeping. She was just waking up when I heard a little girl talking
in the living room down the hall. I held my breath and listened more
carefully, and just as I was convincing myself that it was my imagination,
my daughter sat up and said, Sissy's here, And this is when I
knew that she heard it too. I told her that her sister was at
school and that no one was he, but she had to go and look
for herself. I brushed off the incident. Not long after that, my
ten year old daughter told me that one Saturday morning that before I woke up,
she was sitting on the couch watching cartoons. From one end of the
couch, you could see up the hall to the bedrooms. As she was
watching cartoons, she was distracted by two white, mistlike little girls that came
out of our bathroom, skipped down the hall, and then went into my
bedroom, where my husband and I were still sleeping. I asked why she
didn't come and get me, and she said that she didn't want to go
where the little girls went. When I asked her what she did do,
she said, I moved to the other end of the couch so I couldn't
see down the hall. Not long after that, I saw one of these
little mist girls cross the hall in front of me as well. One morning,
I woke up and was checking the TV for a school delay for fog,
which I had never experience and anywhere else I'd ever lived. And as
I watched the delays scroll across the screen, I heard a child crying.
I immediately went and checked all three of my kids, who were still sound
asleep. I then went back to the TV and continued to watch, and
I then heard laughing. It made me smile, knowing that I made the
child laugh. This little girl or girls never made me feel afraid, but
my husband didn't believe me until one day he bought the kids one of those
big marbled, purple and white balls that make that sound when it bounces that
you recognize from your childhood. That night, we went to bed and my
husband heard it bouncing and bouncing in the living realm. He got out of
bed and went to check it out, and it was just sitting in the
middle of the living room, between the couch and the television. The next
day he asked if I had heard it and told me his story. I
was up before everyone that morning and found the ball in the kitchen about thirty
feet and around the corner for where he saw it at two am. We
had many other small things happen in this home, often hearing footsteps walking down
the hall. I asked our landlord if anyone had ever mentioned a ghost in
the home, and he said that no one had ever complained. Even after
we were moving out, he came to give us our deposit back, and
I asked him again, since we are moving out of state, you can
tell me the truth. But he swears that no one has ever said anything.
So I told him well, the next time someone asks, you can
tell them yes, I do have another incident that happened in this house that
was not so sweet as the Little mist girls, but I will save that
for another time. Thanks for taking the time to listen and giving me a
place to share. I hope you enjoyed part two, and if you'd like
to submit your experience or learn more about supporting what I do, you can
find all of my kind contact and support information at Paranormal Mysteries podcast dot com
and of course in the show notes. Until next time, I hope you
have a safe and fun New Year's Eve, and please remember, don't wait
for the unknown to come to you, get out there and find it. Fu