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Welcome once again to Paranormal Mysteries, and thank you for
joining me. I'm your host, Nick Ryan. Our first encounter
of the night comes to us from Ellie, and Ellie
calls their experience the Good and the Bad. Elly says hello,
I just started following and love listening to the stories.
I have many encounters and I would like to share
my first encounter. I grew up on a thirteen acre
ranch in the desert in southern California. There were two
houses on the property. The bigger house was a two bedroom.
My teenage sister had her own room, while my mom,
my dad, and my brother and I shared the other room.
I was five years old when my first encounter happened.
I woke up one morning, and when I woke up,
I was in the bed alone. I shared the bed
with my mom and dad at that time, while my
brother had his own bed in the room. No one
was in the room. And when I looked at the wall,
I saw the face of Jesus. It was huge. His
face stretched from one side of the wall to almost
the other end of the other side. I would say
this was a good ten feet. He was looking at
me and smiling. His skin color was a milky light color,
his hair was a light golden brown, wavy and kind
of long, and his eyes were the color of the sky,
a baby blue. Now, every time I look at the sky,
it reminds me of his eyes. I even remember his eyelashes.
The room felt so peaceful, a piece that I have
never experienced ever again since that day. And the smell
that was in the room was like a light, crisp,
refreshing smell of roses. I remember that I gave him
the biggest smile, and I happily hopped off the bed
and I ran to the kitchen where my mom was.
I was so excited, and in Spanish, I told my
mom Mom, I saw Papa God. And my mom then said, oh,
you probably just had a dream, and I said, no, no,
he was in the wall and he was smiling at me.
We then walked back to the room, and of course
his face wasn't there anymore. To this day, I remember
that day as if it was yesterday. It was the
first an only good paranormal experience I have experienced. The
rest to follow were nothing like that day. In fact,
most were super scary and just crazy. I'm not sure
why that was my first experience like that, and then
for nothing but bad experiences to follow throughout my whole
life to this day. I wonder why he showed up.
Was it to show me that he does exist? And
was it to give me the gift of seeing things
that would follow after that and to let me know
that he would be there while all the bad was
to follow. Who knows, But what I do know is
that there is definitely life after death. I have many
more stories to share, and I will share my next
one after this one is aired. I hope you all enjoyed,
and I can't wait to tell the rest. Our next
experience comes to us from ya Yaalinde and they call
their experience not normal morning routine. Hello Nick from Southwest England.
This was in the year two thousand. I was getting
ready for work this particular day and I went into
my bathroom and I closed the door behind me as usual.
I started cleaning my teeth when the towel fell to
the floor from the towel rail which was behind me,
and across the bathroom. I thought it was odd as
I had not used the towel yet, so I picked
up the towel and I placed it back on the
towel rack, also making sure that it was pretty well
placed so that it wouldn't fall again. I then went
back to cleaning my teeth when it fell onto the
floor once again. Now my dad had passed the year before,
and he was a bit of a joker, so my
thoughts went straight to him. So I picked up the
towel again, securing it in place on the towel rail,
and I said, okay, Dad, if that's you, give me
another sign. I then finished brushing my teeth and finished
up and I went to the door to go downstairs,
but I could not open the door. Now there used
to be a lock on the door, but it broke,
so my husband removed it. We had never had any
trouble with the door. I tried tugging on the door handle,
but the door would not budge. I kept trying it
for about a minute and then I said, okay, Dad,
I get the message, but the door would still not open.
I then shouted to my husband that I could not
open the door, and he dashed upstairs and could see
the handle moving as I was trying to open it.
When I heard him outside the bathroom, I let go
of the handle and he grabbed the door handle and
opened the door, sweet as a knot looking at me perplexed.
You see, he's a skeptic, but he could not deny
what he saw with me struggling to open the door.
Nothing like that has happened since. But I am a
spiritual person and I know that this was my father.
I often get wafts of perfume or cigarettes, so I
know that spirits are close. I have in the past
been to my local spiritual awareness group, and I know
that I do have the gift, and I have given
spiritual healing in the past due to ill health, though
I had to step away from this as I need
the healing myself. I have always been fascinated in anything
paranormal and spiritual, and I have spent many an hour
chewing the fat with like minded folk. Keep up the
excellent work, neck, love and light ya ya, Lynde. Our
next experience comes to us from Stephen, and Stephen says, hello, Nick.
I would like to say thank you for having a
place where people can go and tell their stories. This
is an experience that my brother and I had, and
we call this experience the Shadow. I believe when this
happened it was the summer of nineteen ninety nine or
two thousand. I was thirteen or fourteen and my brother
was seventeen or eighteen. At about ten or eleven PM,
I don't quite remember which, our parents were asleep in
their rooms and my brother and I were in our
room rooms as well. I had just fallen asleep and
my brother comes running into my room telling me that
we need to check all the doors and windows to
make sure they're all locked. So we slowly check every
window and door. After everything was checked, I went with
my brother back to his room and I asked him
what had happened. He then told me that he was
lying on his bed and he had just turned off
his TV and he started to fall asleep, but he
was then woken up by his bed being kicked. When
he opened his eyes, he saw a huge, dark black
shadow that was looking at him. He lay still until
the shadow jumped over his bed and out his door.
He thought that someone had broken into the house. Another
thing that happened on another occasion was that my brother
and I were home alone and my brother had his
newborn son with us. We had put my nephew to
sleep in my brother's room in the middle of the bed,
with body pillows all around him, as well as a
blanket to keep him warm to make sure that he
didn't fall off the bed. We then quietly left the room,
but about ten minutes later we heard a loud thump
of something hitting the floor. We look at each other,
run to the room and turn on the light, and
we see that my nephew wasn't in the middle of
the bed. He was now on the side of the bed,
but still wrapped up in the blanket and the rest
were not touched. We grabbed my nephew and unwrapped him
from the blankets, and the rest of the night, one
of us was always around my nephew. We still can't
figure out how my nephew was able to roll off
the bed without leaving an indent on the pillow and
still fully wrapped up in the blanket. Thank you for
sharing my stories and thank you for having a place
to tell them. Sincerely, Steven. Before I continue, please consider
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please stay tuned and I'll be right back. After these
brief messages, our next experience comes to us from Jan,
and Jan says this. This happened in San Diego, California,
in nineteen ninety one. I had a daughter who was
just old enough to stand up in her crib, and
I also had a live in housekeeper who stayed with me.
I had gone through a nasty divorce and he was
not a good person. There were three bedrooms upstairs, one
that my daughter stayed in, the second one was Hosaphina's,
and the other one was mine. I had surgery about
two or three weeks prior, and I was feeling okay,
but I was still on antibiotics. I still had some
things that were in disarray from the divorce, like furniture
that was still in my house. I went to bed
that evening and like I said, this was in nineteen
ninety one and those big, huge clocks were popular. I
had one on the wall. I fell asleep and I
was woken up. It felt like something was pulling me,
and I could hear a moaning sound. When I woke up,
I saw arms that I could see through. It had
a jacket on and it was just from the elbows
to the hands. There was a little clock radio behind it,
so I could see through these arms and I could
see those little red clock radio numbers. I woke up saying,
God's my savior. You cannot hurt me. And keep in
mind that I wasn't a religious person. I was spiritual,
but I've never said that in my entire life. Then
I heard my daughter crying and I looked at the clock.
It was three am. I got up and I went
to my daughter's room and she was standing up in
her crib and crying. The room was so cold. This
was in October in San Diego, but it was ice cold,
and I had to wake up my living nanny, jo
Safina to ask her where all of her pajamas were
because I worked late that night and I didn't know
what she had done with the laundry. I then put
my daughter's pajamas on and I put her back to bed,
and I thought to myself that it was just a
bizarre dream. Now I was close to my grandfather. We
were best friends. He raised me. He was an atheist,
but probably the most honest man that you can meet.
It was the following evening and I had gone to
a picnic that day, which was just a typical day.
I went to bed and I was between sleeping and
not sleeping. I was dreaming about this guy that I
would go for walks with. He was a platonic friend,
but still I was having a sensual feeling which wasn't
matching up with me. I was just walking with this
guy in my dream. So being in that state of
waking up and not I started to get nervous because
it wasn't making sense. I tried to get up, and
I just felt like this heaviness was on top of me,
as if if a heavy weight was on me. Then
I started getting scared that I could not get up.
This is when I opened my eyes and there was
this massive orb about the size of two basketballs. I
could see the vibrations and I could hear the buzzing sound,
and then it came up off me. It went through
my slighting glass mirrors to the left and then spun
out of my room like a flying saucer through the
wall and then outside. I felt like it was a man,
but I just felt like I was being assaulted, and
it was the most frightening thing that I've ever gone through.
I then got up and I was mad because it
was three am. Once again, I walked around my house
and I said, God's my Savior, you cannot have me.
You need to get out of my home. You need
to leave my daughter alone. I could now hear my
daughter crying once again, so I went into her room
and again it was cold. I woke up ho Safina
and asked her to please do some prayers. She was Spanish,
and she just looked at me and said, you loco,
like I was crazy. But I was petrified still. It
was almost as if I was fighting this evil entity
or spirit or whatever it was with the power of God,
because it was just coming out of my mouth and
I was saying, God's my Savior, you cannot have my daughter,
and you need to leave now. I was furious, and
I was very adamant I felt very powerful, like I
had never felt before, because, like I said, I was
never religious. I eventually stayed up all night, and of
course I was petrified. My grandfather called me the next
day and we would talk almost every day. I told
him about the weirdest things that had happened. When I
went to bed, my razor turned on and the lights
went up the wall and then spread out. He was
an engineer, but he could not figure that out. There
had to be a logical explanation for this. I literally
didn't have the time to tell him what happened. I
did tell him that I had a bad experience, but
I didn't want to go into too much detail because
it was so strange and weird and almost embarrassing. The
next day, I had Ho Saphina say prayers with me.
Back then, they had those little coke bottles which I
filled with holy water myself because no one was available
to bless my house, and I asked Ho Safina to
say some prayers since I didn't know any Nothing happened
at all in my house after that. A few days later,
I was talking to my grandfather. He was falling asleep
in his big lazy boy chair and he looked over
to the right in the hallway. There was a man
standing there with a jacket on and a cap He
was just standing there and staring at my grandfather, and
he then disappeared. My grandfather, being so skeptical, just said, oh,
it must have been what I was watching on TV,
and it must have been just a flash of a person. However,
it then happened again. The same person with a cap
on and a jacket was standing there and looking at
my grandfather. He just stood there and looked at him,
then turned around and walked back down the hallway. At
first I was going to stay with them, but at
that point there was no way. I do have other
experiences with my son and myself, as well as a
work related story. The entire SPA was having issues and
the company called someone to take all the bad energy out.
I love your podcast very much. Without it, I wouldn't
have been able to tell my story. Thank you, Jan.
Our next experience comes to us from Chloe, and Chloe says,
I just want to first say thank you for allowing
me to share my story. It all starts back in
twenty and eighteen. I was babysitting our family friend's youngest child,
whom we will call Jack now. Jack had two other
siblings who are older. One was my age and I
was sixteen at that time, and the other was a
few years younger. They were both staying with other family
members while myself and my boyfriend at that time looked
after Jack, the oldest child of our family. Friend had
always had experiences with things that were unexplainable. He would
often say that he could see a young girl at
his doorway at night time, and he would often hear
footsteps and strange things, but nothing too frightening. No one
else in the house experienced these things, and the parents
really didn't believe any of this sort of stuff. However
I have always believed so to me it was a
big deal. Paranormal encounters do frighten me. However, I've not
really had anything too terrifying happen to me to really
understand what's out there. This night, however, we were babysitting Jack,
and before the parents left, they said to me, now,
don't worry if you can't get him to go to
his room to sleep. He hates sleeping in that room
and he always tries to sleep with us or out
on the couch. Jack was five at that time, and
I didn't take much notice of this, as I just
thought that it was a young boy who would prefer
to sleep with his parents. So once they left, we
were just mucking around and nothing too crazy was happening.
Jack was watching TV and singing and dancing around the room,
nothing out of the ordinary. They also had a little
dog called Bella, and all of a sudden, in the kitchen,
Bella started barking and jumping up toward the ceiling. However,
there was nothing in there for her to bark at,
there was nothing for her to see, and Jack thought
that this was hilarious. He thought that Bella was just
being silly jumping around and barking. But to me, I
instantly thought that dogs sends more than we can, and
I feel that dogs can also see more than we can,
and I instantly thought that this was something strange. I
then calmed her down and she came over by us,
and she didn't bark again. After this, I thought I'd
ask Jack why he didn't like sleeping in his room,
and he turned to me and he said, I hate
sleeping in there. There's something under my bed and it
makes me feel scared. I hate it well. I left
it at that. I didn't want to make him feel frightened.
Me and my boyfriend then looked at each other with
puzzled looks on our faces, and we thought this was
very strange. As the night went on. Now, eventually Jack
had fallen asleep on the couch and we thought that
we would put him in his room. There was nothing
in there, as he had a race car bed, there
was no way that anything could be underneath, and we
were just outside the door in the room next to him.
As we placed him in the bed. My boyfriend had
tucked him in and he was fast asleep and there
was no issues whatsoever. So I hopped into bed and
I was getting ready to settle in for the night.
My boyfriend had gone out of the kitchen to have
a drink, brush his teeth, and tidy up a few things.
It had been about twenty minutes before my boyfriend had
come back to the room, and before he turned off
the light, I asked him to go and check on
Jack before we settled in for the night. So he
turns around and goes down the hall to the next
room to us, and he checks on Jack. All of
a sudden, he comes running back to the room, screaming, Chloe, Chloe,
you need to come and help. So I flew out
of bed, and I had no idea what was going on.
As I stood in the doorway, I see Jack sitting
on the edge of the bed at the end, rocking.
He had his legs crossed, his eyes shut, and his
hands in his lap. He was right at the end
of the bed, on the edge, and anyone else on
the edge of the bed like that would have fallen off.
He was rocking vigorously, back and forth, back and forth.
I've never seen such a thing. We then tried to
lay him down, but the two of us could not
lay this five year old flat. He was rocking. As
we were trying to lie him down back into his bed,
he would fling straight back up and begin rocking. His
hands remained in his lap and his legs remained crossed,
consistently rocking. I was so terrified. I grabbed him and
I ran out of the room. And the minute I
stepped out of the room, he instantly woke up. Jack
was wondering what was going on, and he was so confused.
My boyfriend and I looked at each other and couldn't
believe what had just happened. After that, we never saw
anything and never heard anything more. That night, we let
Jack stay with us. He fell back asleep and he
remembered nothing in the morning. From then on, I believed
there was something in his room. I confronted the parents
the next morning, and they thought it was funny. They
didn't believe it, but I knew that there was something
sinister in that house, something that I didn't want to know.
Thank you for listening. It was only a short story,
but something that is stuck with me. I have no
idea what it was, and I have no idea what
could cause a five year old to do such a thing.
He was originally scared of that room, and what baffled
me was that Jack had a race car bed and
there was nothing underneath that bed. It was flush to
the floor. I had no idea why he believed there
was something under that bed until that night. As the
night's episode comes to an end, I'd like to thank
you for listening, and I truly appreciate all of our
experiencers for coming forward with their stories. And as always,
if you've encountered the unexplained, you can share your experience
with me. At Paranormal Mysteries podcast dot com. Remember that
all experiences, no matter how strange, are always welcome. With
that being said, I hope you have a wonderful rest
of your evening and I'll be back in a few
short days with more tales of the unexplained. And until then,
stay open minded and stay safe, because the next person
that comes face to face with a paranormal mystery might
be you.