Speaker 1: Legends have a way of surviving longer than the people
Speaker 1: who tell them, and tonight the listener shares a terrifying
Speaker 1: moment when an old curse or something even darker seemed
Speaker 1: to reveal itself beneath the full desert moon. My name
Speaker 1: is Edwin and here is taw wishes true scary story.
Speaker 2: Growing up, we were exposed to a lot of religion.
Speaker 2: And we I mean me and my brother and my family.
Speaker 2: We were raised Catholic through my grandma. She immigrated from
Speaker 2: Mexico from dra Ango, and there's a lot of speculation
Speaker 2: and a lot of gossip in our family that we have.
Speaker 2: I guess you can call like a little generational curse.
Speaker 2: And it's nothing that I've really paid much attention to.
Speaker 2: Even when I was little, we believed in go ghosts.
Speaker 2: Me and my brother would watch ghost hunters and ghost
Speaker 2: adventures literally every week. Whenever any chance that we could,
Speaker 2: we would get on YouTube and watch ghost videos. So
Speaker 2: I feel like we kind of manifested a lot of
Speaker 2: that stuff up for us. So we had a very
Speaker 2: strong interest in the paranormal growing up, and we didn't
Speaker 2: really experience too much. But I noticed a lot of
Speaker 2: this started after my grandma died in two thousand and five.
Speaker 2: After she passed, it was pretty hard for my family
Speaker 2: for my grandpa, He and my grandma moved from Texas,
Speaker 2: and the majority of the stories that happened are at
Speaker 2: my grandpa's property. They lived with a family who owned
Speaker 2: a church in a little area on the outskirts of
Speaker 2: Las Cruces. So imagine desolate desert, tumbleweeds, not even a highway,
Speaker 2: just come fleet, barren desert, and this desert was a
Speaker 2: small family church that they offered up a room for
Speaker 2: my grandpa and for his family to live in. They
Speaker 2: traded work for a piece of land that my grandpa
Speaker 2: can build his house eventually on, and he did build it.
Speaker 2: It was a beautiful two story house that he built
Speaker 2: with my grandma's help, with his son's help and my
Speaker 2: auntie's help, who were of age at the time. So anyways,
Speaker 2: fast forward into the present. After my grandma had unfortunately
Speaker 2: passed away in the house, that's when we realized a
Speaker 2: lot of spiritual energy was still heavily connected. My grandpa
Speaker 2: went into a very very dark, deep depression and it
Speaker 2: was really hard to get him out of it. So
Speaker 2: we would my brother and I would constantly go visit
Speaker 2: him in the summers, on our fall breaks, on our
Speaker 2: spring breaks, anytime that we had a break. You know,
Speaker 2: we were always there. There was a lot of division
Speaker 2: in the family because he did remarry maybe three years
Speaker 2: after my grandma had passed. I felt like after that
Speaker 2: that's when the uptick in spiritual I don't know, manifestations
Speaker 2: started happening. There was an instance where I was staying
Speaker 2: over one summer at my grandpa's house and he was
Speaker 2: gone for the day. He was out in town, and
Speaker 2: so was his wife. So I was the only one
Speaker 2: in a humongous two story house. In his main living room,
Speaker 2: it's it's huge, it takes up the majority of the house.
Speaker 2: I could hear what sounded like my grandpa arguing with
Speaker 2: somebody in Spanish. I could hear it through the walls
Speaker 2: where his bedroom was. His bedroom was connected to the
Speaker 2: living room. I walked up to the door of his
Speaker 2: bedroom and I put my ear against it to make
Speaker 2: sure I heard what I had thought. You know, I
Speaker 2: was hearing was a loud argument in Spanish. When I
Speaker 2: went up to the door, I didn't hear anything behind it,
Speaker 2: so I jiggled the handle. I knocked just to make
Speaker 2: sure my grandpa wasn't in there, And when I opened
Speaker 2: the door, it was completely empty. I looked inside his closet,
Speaker 2: there was nobody in there. I also looked inside his
Speaker 2: bathroom because it's connected to the main kitchen. They kind
Speaker 2: of share like a Romeo and Juliet style doors where
Speaker 2: someone can enter through the kitchen and exit out through
Speaker 2: the bathroom. And all those doors were closed. So I
Speaker 2: go about my business. I shut the door, leave the room,
Speaker 2: and I'm in the kitchen. So like I said, like
Speaker 2: I said, the you can have easy access to my
Speaker 2: grandpa's room from the kitchen or from the hallway. So
Speaker 2: while I was in the kitchen making myself something to eat,
Speaker 2: I heard furniture moving upstairs. Now this wouldn't have been
Speaker 2: an issue if there was some people moving the furniture.
Speaker 2: The furniture that was being moved around was heavy cherrywood
Speaker 2: furniture from like the fifties, like really thick industrial stuff.
Speaker 2: It would take like a five man army to move
Speaker 2: around this bedroom set. It was heavy. So as I'm
Speaker 2: making my food, I'm listening to the shelves moving around,
Speaker 2: to the bedframe moving around like you can hear something
Speaker 2: dragging pieces of furniture above me, and above me was
Speaker 2: actually my mom's old room. Whenever my grandpa constructed the house,
Speaker 2: he set bedrooms aside for my auntie, for my uncle,
Speaker 2: and for my mom. So above the kitchen was my
Speaker 2: mom's bedroom. After my mom had moved out, my grandpa
Speaker 2: took over that room himself, and he's still sleeping in
Speaker 2: that room. Mind you, he has this whole bedroom like
Speaker 2: seven bedroom house to himself, and he only chooses to
Speaker 2: sleep in my mom's room. He doesn't want to sleep
Speaker 2: in the master bedroom anymore or any of the auxiliary
Speaker 2: bedrooms that he has. He'd rather sleep in my mom's bedroom.
Speaker 2: So he is a little bit older and he does
Speaker 2: have caretakers that take care of him well. One of
Speaker 2: his caretakers was fixing the bed and as she was
Speaker 2: adding the fitted sheet to the mattress, she put her
Speaker 2: fingers underneath the mattress to kind of spread it the
Speaker 2: fitted sheet underneath it, and she felt a bag as
Speaker 2: she stuck her hand underneath the mattress a little bit more.
Speaker 2: She took out a ziploc bag that was filled with
Speaker 2: human teeth. And this isn't the first time anybody has
Speaker 2: found something like that in my grandpa's home. A lot
Speaker 2: of common with human hair, with human teeth is associated
Speaker 2: a lot with gorandaria or bruchheria. Sometimes it's not all
Speaker 2: good luck and happy charm. Sometimes it's very awful things
Speaker 2: that happen because of that. After his caretaker found that
Speaker 2: bag of teeth, she showed it to my grandpa right away.
Speaker 2: My grandpa has been one to like dismiss supernatural things
Speaker 2: unless it happens to him, so her finding a bag
Speaker 2: of teeth underneath his mattress didn't face him at all.
Speaker 2: And this man is a veteran of the Vietnam War,
Speaker 2: so seeing that, I kind of figured it wouldn't face
Speaker 2: him as much. It's usually the unexplainable that really gets
Speaker 2: his gears going. During the summer of twenty twenty four,
Speaker 2: I feel is when a lot of my faith was tested,
Speaker 2: my family's faith was tested, and in general it really
Speaker 2: put us in a rock and a hard place. Unfortunately,
Speaker 2: in that summer, I lost my stepdad. He had a
Speaker 2: heart attack in his sleep, and that really shook the
Speaker 2: family to its core. It was very strange and unusual.
Speaker 2: While he was he did have a lot of health
Speaker 2: issues prior to his last and final heart attack. He
Speaker 2: was hospitalized for about two months, and he and my
Speaker 2: mom made the choice to move back to Las Crusis
Speaker 2: because it was cheaper. Honestly, it was a very hard summer.
Speaker 2: It was a death that really took us by surprise,
Speaker 2: and it was heartbreaking because the night prior, my grandpa
Speaker 2: told me that he just heard my mom and my
Speaker 2: stepdad laughing and laughing like they were just little children,
Speaker 2: just giggling and laughing at anything, till two in the morning,
Speaker 2: and that morning my mom said that he just didn't
Speaker 2: wake up. We had lost him. Unbeknownst to my brother
Speaker 2: and I, our biological father was actually not doing well
Speaker 2: for himself either. That year, we also lost my biological
Speaker 2: dad in December. It was during the funeral of my
Speaker 2: biological father that I feel like it was I don't
Speaker 2: know how to put into words. It was a revelation
Speaker 2: to me of how close death is for all of us.
Speaker 2: It's not on the doorstep like everybody's thinking about, or
Speaker 2: it's not somebody that can walk over the grave. It's
Speaker 2: like a whisper, something that you'll hear in the wind,
Speaker 2: but you'll only hear the clarity once it's close to
Speaker 2: your ear. Behind my grandpa's house, there's a hill. And
Speaker 2: I'm not sure how significant this hill is to the
Speaker 2: community or to the little town that my grandpa lives in,
Speaker 2: but growing up, my mom would always tell me that
Speaker 2: it was like a party hill. A lot of teenagers
Speaker 2: would go and drink and smoke up there, and it
Speaker 2: was easy to access. It wasn't a hill that was
Speaker 2: too crazy with too many trails. It was just a
Speaker 2: small hill and when you get on the top, but
Speaker 2: it you could probably see maybe fifty to sixty miles
Speaker 2: into nothing but farming community and dairies and the highway.
Speaker 2: It's all you can see from the top. I don't
Speaker 2: know the history of the hill too much. My grandpa
Speaker 2: did tell me at one point that the hill was
Speaker 2: so ancient and it had so much spiritual meaning towards
Speaker 2: the Apaches or the indigenous folk that did live in
Speaker 2: that area before the Concises colonized. And he had said
Speaker 2: that there was a band of renegade Indians who would
Speaker 2: use that mountain to do their rituals and to do
Speaker 2: their dances, and they cursed the land and whoever lives
Speaker 2: on it something like that, just old ghost stories basically,
Speaker 2: And eventually the hill got built into a small community
Speaker 2: guard garden that the little village of Mesquito del the
Speaker 2: little area that my grandpa lives in. They all got
Speaker 2: together and just made the cutest little garden, you know,
Speaker 2: just out of recyclables, tires, palettes, built right into the hillside.
Speaker 2: So this night, my husband and I decided to take
Speaker 2: a walk to this little community garden, and as we're walking,
Speaker 2: the full moon is illuminating the desert landscape. When you
Speaker 2: have the full moon and the desert, nothing is invisible.
Speaker 2: It's like the sun is out again. Things aren't visible
Speaker 2: too much into detail, but just enough where you can
Speaker 2: tell where something, you can make out the shape of something.
Speaker 2: So as my husband and I are walking to this
Speaker 2: community garden, and the closer that we get to it,
Speaker 2: are realize that it's getting darker. The light of the
Speaker 2: moon is it's casting a shadow rather than light. And
Speaker 2: as we're getting closer to the community garden, I feel
Speaker 2: what I can only describe as spider webs or in
Speaker 2: my eyes. And no matter how much how hard I
Speaker 2: rubbed or how much I scratched out my eyes, it
Speaker 2: felt like I couldn't get the spider webs out, And
Speaker 2: as we were getting closer, my husband was reaching at
Speaker 2: his face and he said, oh, I think I ran
Speaker 2: into a spider web or something. There's something in my eyes.
Speaker 2: I can't see all that well. Now. While he's experiencing this,
Speaker 2: I'm dead silent because I'm struggling on my own. You know,
Speaker 2: it's hard to walk in the desert with only the
Speaker 2: moon as your guide. Me also being severely blind, it's
Speaker 2: very difficult for me to watch where I'm walking, managing
Speaker 2: my eyesight and trying to listen to him. So in
Speaker 2: doing so, I lost my footing a little bit in
Speaker 2: the loose sand, and I had bumped into a porta
Speaker 2: potty that they have sat in front of the community garden.
Speaker 2: And as I realized I had bumped into it, I
Speaker 2: look at my husband and I tell him, you know what,
Speaker 2: it's getting really hard for me to see. And he's
Speaker 2: like me too, Do you think we should just go back?
Speaker 2: And I told him no, we're already here. We may
Speaker 2: as well just continue on and the picnic tables aren't
Speaker 2: too far from us, so we can continue just a
Speaker 2: little bit more. And we should have turned back when
Speaker 2: I said that. As we were walking closer to the
Speaker 2: picnic tables, it felt like we were walking through a
Speaker 2: haze or a fog. Everything started feeling so heavy. I
Speaker 2: was having a hard time breathing, but I didn't want
Speaker 2: to mention anything to my husband because we were already
Speaker 2: so close to the picnic tables. As we're getting closer,
Speaker 2: I'm noticing in my peripheral vision, I'm seeing shapes manifest
Speaker 2: themselves into people, like puddles of ink were just in
Speaker 2: contrasting the desert nighttime sky versus the moon, and the
Speaker 2: only thing I could see were just odd figures just
Speaker 2: existing and then not existing at all, if that makes
Speaker 2: any sense. Like they would manifest and then they would
Speaker 2: just disappear, and it felt like they were and hiding
Speaker 2: behind the foliage of the desert. So there's a lot
Speaker 2: of heavy trees and a lot of thick thorn bushes
Speaker 2: that are basically encapsulating this community garden. While I'm noticing
Speaker 2: these shapes taken place, my husband says out loud, I
Speaker 2: see people at the picnic table. I turn around and
Speaker 2: look at the picnic tables, and I reply back to
Speaker 2: him like, yeah, I see them too. I see a
Speaker 2: few people sitting around, so my husband asks me to
Speaker 2: call out to them to see if we can join them,
Speaker 2: or if we can join their area. My family and
Speaker 2: I are pretty local to this area, so it wouldn't
Speaker 2: be too crazy for me to ask, can we hang
Speaker 2: out there? Is it okay if we join you? It's
Speaker 2: a very small community and a lot of people know
Speaker 2: my grandpa. As I'm calling out to the darkness, I
Speaker 2: ask in English, Hello, Hi, can we join you? And
Speaker 2: we didn't receive a response, so I shouted back in Spanish,
Speaker 2: you know, can we visit with you? Is it okay
Speaker 2: if we join your area? And there wasn't a reply.
Speaker 2: But at the picnic table, you can see humanoid figures
Speaker 2: staring back at my husband and I like they're understanding,
Speaker 2: but they're not responding to my question or responding back
Speaker 2: if I can sit with them. At this moment, I
Speaker 2: realized that my husband and I are screaming at nothing
Speaker 2: because nothing is replying back to us. As I turned
Speaker 2: my body away from the picnic tables to look at
Speaker 2: the highway, I notice that it's very dark, like somebody
Speaker 2: had snuffed out the moon. And mind you, the moon
Speaker 2: was very full this night, and it was illuminating everything
Speaker 2: I could see. But when I turned around, it felt
Speaker 2: like somebody had cloaked us in a thick, dark veil.
Speaker 2: It was hard to breathe still. I could feel all
Speaker 2: the hairs on my arms just stand on end. And
Speaker 2: I heard next to the picnic tables that sounded like
Speaker 2: a stick or something was being crunched underneath a foot.
Speaker 2: And as I turn around, I see a white face
Speaker 2: that's contrasting between the hillside, the picnic table, and the
Speaker 2: community garden. Everything was pitch black except this face. Now,
Speaker 2: the face wasn't looking straight at me at the turn.
Speaker 2: It was turned to itsile, as if it was watching
Speaker 2: something in the desert. And after I saw the face,
Speaker 2: my husband was standing next to me, and I grabbed
Speaker 2: his arm in a panic, and I just made a sound.
Speaker 2: I just gasped. As I gasped, what felt like something
Speaker 2: out of a movie. This face was looking out into
Speaker 2: the desert, and it felt like it had phased out
Speaker 2: of reality, if that makes any sense. It was looking
Speaker 2: at the desert, and I could have sworn I heard
Speaker 2: like a thick snap of the neck where it shuddered itself. Can't,
Speaker 2: I can't even explain it not restraining the movement of
Speaker 2: snapping its neck towards us to get like if a
Speaker 2: predator was in the woods and its prey had snapped
Speaker 2: a twig next to it, how it snapped its head
Speaker 2: towards the sound. That's what it did. It snapped its
Speaker 2: head towards the sound that my husband and I had made.
Speaker 2: I hear this all the time from ghost shows and
Speaker 2: paranormal movies, that people's blood runs cold, and I had
Speaker 2: never experienced that until this night. I felt like my
Speaker 2: blood had turned into ice, and it was so hard
Speaker 2: for me to breathe. I felt like the world stopped.
Speaker 2: Everything stopped. There was no noise, there was no light,
Speaker 2: there was no heartbeat in my chest. I stood there
Speaker 2: frozen looking at this face, and it was staring back
Speaker 2: at me. Now, it wasn't a face that looked like
Speaker 2: a human face. It had pitched black eyes that seemed
Speaker 2: not to have an ending. They were hollow. It was
Speaker 2: hollow black eyes, and it didn't smile. It didn't have
Speaker 2: a grin. But you can tell where the mouth was
Speaker 2: because it looked like a mask with a simple like
Speaker 2: covering of the mouth. I'm not sure how to explain it.
Speaker 2: The best I can say is like the roar shark
Speaker 2: mask from that Superhero movie. I forgot what it's called,
Speaker 2: but it was pretty much like that. The black masses
Speaker 2: on its face were moving around, taking different shapes, not
Speaker 2: different eye shapes, but different sized hollowness of the eyes.
Speaker 2: And at that moment, I grabbed my husband's arms and
Speaker 2: I looked at him and I said, we need to go.
Speaker 2: He didn't ask me why, He didn't ask me what happened.
Speaker 2: He also turned himself around and was on my heels
Speaker 2: running basically back to my grandpa's house. And I made
Speaker 2: it a point not to share what I had seen
Speaker 2: because I know he was experiencing something. At the same time,
Speaker 2: he was also very silent. Now, my husband is a
Speaker 2: dibber dribber. He loves to talk except whenever something important's happening,
Speaker 2: and this was one of those times, and he was
Speaker 2: dead silent. He followed me all the way to my
Speaker 2: grandpa's house, and I was full horse running. I am
Speaker 2: not a runner, except for this time. I ran like
Speaker 2: my life depended on it, because I felt like it did.
Speaker 2: As we make our way back to my grandpa's house,
Speaker 2: we come in through the kitchen. Un this is pretty important.
Speaker 2: I know it's random, but it is important detail. We
Speaker 2: come in through the kitchen and we turn into the
Speaker 2: hallway which leads into some extra bedrooms and my grandpa's
Speaker 2: master bedroom. As we go in and try to settle in,
Speaker 2: me aside and he looks at me, and my husband
Speaker 2: asks me, I know you saw something. What did you see?
Speaker 2: And I told him about how it felt like I
Speaker 2: couldn't see as we were walking through the community garden,
Speaker 2: how it felt like there was a thick fog that
Speaker 2: we were walking into that was preventing me from breathing.
Speaker 2: And he confirmed that he felt like that too, like
Speaker 2: he was walking through a fog of humidity. It was
Speaker 2: just hard for him to breathe as well. I told
Speaker 2: him about the face I saw, and he told me
Speaker 2: to stop what I was talking about because he saw
Speaker 2: it too. I was having my experience. He was witnessing
Speaker 2: the exact same thing I was witnessing. After he told
Speaker 2: me to stop telling him the story, not is because
Speaker 2: he was scared, but because he wanted to finish off
Speaker 2: what he had seen, and he told me the exact
Speaker 2: same things that I was watching. He saw it all
Speaker 2: unfold at his very feet as well. So we're trying
Speaker 2: to make an idea of what we thought it was,
Speaker 2: or at least if it could be explained by science,
Speaker 2: and it couldn't. It's something that really marked us and
Speaker 2: it wasn't done with us. So while my husband and
Speaker 2: I are trying to get into bed, the bathroom light
Speaker 2: in the master bathroom turns on. Now, this wouldn't be
Speaker 2: too crazy if the light switches we're connected normally. So
Speaker 2: there's a set of light switches that you can control
Speaker 2: the bathroom on in the bedroom that we're staying in,
Speaker 2: and there's also a set on the outside of the
Speaker 2: bathroom towards the kitchen. Now it's important to know this
Speaker 2: because the outside bathroom lights they control one part of
Speaker 2: the bathroom. It's connected to a vanity. Whereas the lights
Speaker 2: that can be controlled in the bedroom, those are the
Speaker 2: overhead lights and both lights both switches. They don't control
Speaker 2: both lights, if that makes any sense. So while we're
Speaker 2: getting ready for bed, the bathroom lights turn on. I
Speaker 2: thought originally it was my brother that had come into
Speaker 2: the bathroom and forgot to turn them off. But we
Speaker 2: waited about an hour and a half and we realized
Speaker 2: that the bathroom lights weren't turning off, so I opened
Speaker 2: the bathroom to check nobody's there, and that's when I
Speaker 2: figured out that it wasn't the vanity lights that were
Speaker 2: on as if somebody was coming from the outside in.
Speaker 2: It was from our bedroom, like the lights were turned
Speaker 2: on in there, but which was impossible. My husband was
Speaker 2: already asleep and I was watching TV in bed, so
Speaker 2: I turned off the lights. Tried not to make a
Speaker 2: big deal out of it, but then we heard a
Speaker 2: cat meowing in the hallway. My grandpa doesn't own a cat.
Speaker 2: It was loud enough to wake up my husband and
Speaker 2: he asked me, did you hear that? I asked him,
Speaker 2: was it a meow? He's like, yeah, I thought I
Speaker 2: just heard a freaking cat, and I told him, you did.
Speaker 2: It's in the hallway. So we waited a little bit
Speaker 2: longer to see if we could hear nowing again, and
Speaker 2: we did hear meowing, except it was coming from the
Speaker 2: bathroom that was right next to our bedroom. That had
Speaker 2: gone to check to see if somebody had left the
Speaker 2: lights on outside of the bathroom, and nobody did, and
Speaker 2: I made sure I closed that door while I was
Speaker 2: coming back into the bedroom. So I don't know how
Speaker 2: the cat got inside that bathroom, but it felt like
Speaker 2: it was trying to come into our bedroom, you know.
Speaker 2: It was scratching out the door, and I pointed my
Speaker 2: flashlight on my phone towards the bottom of the doorframe,
Speaker 2: and you could see a little paw trying to come in.
Speaker 2: So while I've tried to scare this cat, I asked
Speaker 2: my husband run around to the opposite side where the
Speaker 2: kitchen is. I'm gonna scare the cat from inside the bedroom.
Speaker 2: You open up the door so that way it can
Speaker 2: run out. So I go to the bathroom door trying
Speaker 2: to scare this cat. And when he opened up the
Speaker 2: door to let it run outside the opposite way, there
Speaker 2: was no cat at all, and there's no way for
Speaker 2: it to escape other than through the kitchen door or
Speaker 2: the bedroom door. As for that night, my husband and
Speaker 2: I we called it. We said good night. Whatever is
Speaker 2: gonna happen is gonna happen while we were asleep. So
Speaker 2: we went to bed. The next morning, we felt drained,
Speaker 2: as if something came through the night and just sucked
Speaker 2: out all the moisture, all the energy, all of sense
Speaker 2: of life out of my husband's eye, even to the
Speaker 2: point where we joined my grandpa for breakfast in the
Speaker 2: kitchen and he looked at us both and said, what
Speaker 2: did you guys do last night? Because you look tired?
Speaker 2: And my husband and I looked at each other reluctantly
Speaker 2: trying to figure out, like you know, nonverbal communication, if
Speaker 2: we should tell my grandpa what we saw the night prior.
Speaker 2: I felt like it was pretty important to tell him.
Speaker 2: You know, he's very in tune with a lot of
Speaker 2: spiritual things. He understands more than I feel like other
Speaker 2: people do about the paranormal, about the supernatural. So we
Speaker 2: told him about our experience in the desert that night,
Speaker 2: and he said that he had a dream. And too
Speaker 2: many indigenous and Mexican cultures, dreams are very important to us.
Speaker 2: We believe that's how we get communication through the supernatural,
Speaker 2: how we can use our dreams to discern what's happening
Speaker 2: in our life. In his dream, he said that he
Speaker 2: was outside of his house in his backyard, and in
Speaker 2: his backyard is there's another hiking trail, if you will,
Speaker 2: that goes up that hill. While he was standing in
Speaker 2: the backyard, he has one street light that illuminates the
Speaker 2: entire back, so it's completely orange. He said that the dream,
Speaker 2: he could see himself very small, standing in front of
Speaker 2: the hill. I'm coming up from behind. The hill was
Speaker 2: something out of a horror movie. He said that it
Speaker 2: was a giant winged being that stretched its arms out
Speaker 2: and like a shadow. Whatever body part that this being
Speaker 2: touched was covered in darkness. As it continued to stretch
Speaker 2: out its limbs all over the desert. It covered everything
Speaker 2: in like a dark veil, and included was my grandpa's house,
Speaker 2: the hill, and the rest of the desert. And in
Speaker 2: his dream, he said that this dark figure was gently
Speaker 2: chuckling to itself like it had won again, and that's
Speaker 2: where the dream ended. He gave us a blessing basically afterwards,
Speaker 2: and he noticed that we weren't the same, if you will,
Speaker 2: we were very quiet the rest of the day. Usually
Speaker 2: my husband and I were always joking. We're always laughing,
Speaker 2: we're always talking. We were just tired. We felt like
Speaker 2: we were dead to the world.
Speaker 1: Tae Wish, thank you so much for sharing your experiences
Speaker 1: with the rest of us here at the True Scary
Speaker 1: Story community, and for everyone else here listening. Tau Wish
Speaker 1: and I actually spoke. We have a lot more to
Speaker 1: the story here from ta Wish, and we're going to
Speaker 1: publish these in an upcoming episode here at the podcast.
Speaker 1: But it's interesting how in the very beginning, you know,
Speaker 1: we talk about a curse, a potential curse, something that
Speaker 1: might have been happening here to the topic we've talked
Speaker 1: to a couple of times actually around here, where I ask,
Speaker 1: can fear be passed down from generation generation? And in
Speaker 1: that same way, can certain senses, like a certain sensitivity
Speaker 1: to the spiritual world also be passed down? Because I
Speaker 1: hear a lot of this, we mentioned it actually two
Speaker 1: episodes ago or three episodes ago. How when we hear
Speaker 1: a lot of women actually that, oh, my grandma used
Speaker 1: to practice this or my mom used to do to
Speaker 1: sense this. Now I can and now feel like my
Speaker 1: daughter can as well. Like these kinds of things they happen,
Speaker 1: it makes us wonder can these things be passed down
Speaker 1: in that same way? Can something that's not as positive
Speaker 1: be also passed down? I also wanted to bring up
Speaker 1: this point during the recording here actually for this section, specifically,
Speaker 1: when tah Wish was explaining the darkness, how it felt unnatural,
Speaker 1: almost like it was a veil over the landscape, covering
Speaker 1: the whole area. Now, all these things that we hear,
Speaker 1: You know, when you're watching a paranormal show, I don't know,
Speaker 1: a ghost hunting show, and they say the air just
Speaker 1: feels thick, or like you can't breathe, or you feel
Speaker 1: like there's sudden tightness in the chest, or like when
Speaker 1: there's finally relief when something's gone and you can breathe again,
Speaker 1: you feel a little bit different. Is there something to that?
Speaker 1: Also when you're you know, in the cool desert breeze,
Speaker 1: you know, and then suddenly you feel this like oppressive
Speaker 1: like tightness, like this something's just not right. How do
Speaker 1: you explain that? Along with that the thing in their eyes?
Speaker 1: Was it a coincidence that both of them felt that
Speaker 1: same thing as some of you may know. My family's
Speaker 1: from the desert in Sonora in Mexico, and there are
Speaker 1: a lot of stories actually from those regions. Things that
Speaker 1: you feel out in the in the night, sudden fireballs,
Speaker 1: stones being thrown, like I covered in an episode of
Speaker 1: Horror Story. There's also sightings of little creatures that are
Speaker 1: out there, but never quite like this one, like the
Speaker 1: one we got to hear today with a pale phase
Speaker 1: that turned around. I don't know about you, but I
Speaker 1: felt chills when I heard that. Actually, when I heard
Speaker 1: it live, I know it's wish. Can can you know
Speaker 1: confirm this? Because when she was explaining this, I was
Speaker 1: like WHOA Like I was. It's eerie to think that
Speaker 1: you make a sound, this thing turns and looks toward you,
Speaker 1: and you know, obviously I would have done the same
Speaker 1: thing here just kind of run away. I'm not sticking
Speaker 1: around for that, but it's bizarre, like what could have been.
Speaker 1: There's a lot of things out there that we don't
Speaker 1: know about the desert, about areas where there's not a
Speaker 1: lot of people, maybe just small communities. What was it?
Speaker 1: So I'm gonna leave you with this. Have you ever
Speaker 1: visited a place where the atmosphere, like the environment just
Speaker 1: changes from one second to the next, that it just
Speaker 1: every instinct tells you to get out of there, to
Speaker 1: just leave before you even saw anything unusual. Let me
Speaker 1: know if that has ever happened to you. This episode
Speaker 1: of True Scary Story was edited and sound designed by
Speaker 1: me Edwin Coward Rubiez, with additional production by the Scary
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Speaker 1: So that's all I got. Thank you very much for listening.
Speaker 1: Keep it scary everyone, See you soon.