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Speaker 1: much for making the show possible. Welcome back to Paranormal Mysteries,
Speaker 1: and thank you for joining me. I'm your host, Nick Ryan.
Speaker 1: Our first encounter tonight comes to us from Jake, and
Speaker 1: Jake's experience is called the Legend of Scraggly Dave. Jake says,
Speaker 1: this happened a few years ago and it's taken time
Speaker 1: to fully comprehend my experience and to put it down
Speaker 1: into words. I live in a small town in England
Speaker 1: called Blackheath, where there is a rich history of folklore,
Speaker 1: and one such lore is about a man affectionately known
Speaker 1: by the locals as Scraggly Dave. Over the years, he
Speaker 1: has become a bit of a legend of the area
Speaker 1: with multiple unconfirmed sightings. The story goes that he appears
Speaker 1: to you after a loss and he will bring with
Speaker 1: him the ghost of that person for one final goodbye
Speaker 1: before they move on to the after life. My experience
Speaker 1: with Scraggly Dave happened in February of twenty twenty one,
Speaker 1: during the latter stages of the COVID lockdown. Recently, my
Speaker 1: town had been gripped by the heroism of Captain Tom,
Speaker 1: who had recently walked around his house to raise money
Speaker 1: for charity. We even had a mural commissioned at the
Speaker 1: end of the high Street. He was truly an inspiration
Speaker 1: to us all. After his passing earlier in the month,
Speaker 1: there was a feeling of grief among most, and I
Speaker 1: felt that I was feeling it hard. I had painted
Speaker 1: my own mural from my bedroom of the Great Man
Speaker 1: standing with his trademark thumbs up pose as if to say,
Speaker 1: everything is going to be okay. A couple of weeks past,
Speaker 1: and though most had moved on, I was struggling to
Speaker 1: come to terms with the loss of someone that I
Speaker 1: looked up to as a hero. But then one night,
Speaker 1: at around two a m I awoke suddenly, but I
Speaker 1: was unsure why. I hadn't had a bad dream or
Speaker 1: heard anything as I sleep with headphones on, and that
Speaker 1: night I had been listening to Can I Play with
Speaker 1: Madness by Iron Maiden, so I wouldn't have heard anything
Speaker 1: outside of that, but I could feel a presence. Once
Speaker 1: my eyes had focused to the darkened room, I looked around,
Speaker 1: trying to see if anyone was there. I then heard
Speaker 1: a shuffling noise from downstairs, so I went to investigate.
Speaker 1: I entered the kitchen, and to my horror, there was
Speaker 1: a man stood there, a scraggly looking man. I knew
Speaker 1: straightway that this was Scraggly Dave. He was gaunt, with long,
Speaker 1: whispy hair, but with a nun on top, almost like
Speaker 1: a spaniel's ears. He stood motionless for a few moments
Speaker 1: until he gestured toward the dining room, which is when
Speaker 1: I saw him Captain Tom. He was stood with his
Speaker 1: Zimmer frame, smiling as if to say, don't worry about me.
Speaker 1: I'll be okay, and so will you. This gave me
Speaker 1: a warm comfort. I asked him what I should do,
Speaker 1: but he just smiled back and lifted his thumb aloft
Speaker 1: in his trademark pose, and then fading into the ether.
Speaker 1: I turned back to look at Scraggly Dave, but he
Speaker 1: too had vanished. I couldn't get back to sleep that night,
Speaker 1: hoping they might return once more, but they did not.
Speaker 1: Thank you for reading my story. I've had a few
Speaker 1: more paranormal experiences, but I will save those for another day.
Speaker 1: Keep up the good work, and thank you again, Jake.
Speaker 1: Our next experience comes to us from Haley, and Haley
Speaker 1: calls her experience the Woman in the White Dress. II, Nick,
Speaker 1: my son, Jacks and I. Your podcast the Endless scary
Speaker 1: stories and tales of the unexplained always have been so
Speaker 1: fascinating to us. Thank you for giving everyone a safe
Speaker 1: space to tell their stories and to feel heard. My
Speaker 1: whole life, I have always been sensitive to energy. I
Speaker 1: can feel darkness in certain places, and I remember being
Speaker 1: this way ever since I was a child. This story
Speaker 1: that I wanted to share with you takes place in
Speaker 1: the home of someone that I was previously a caregiver for.
Speaker 1: The man I was working for is an autistic man
Speaker 1: and is one of my favorite humans to this day.
Speaker 1: We will call him Be. I was hired by Bee's
Speaker 1: parents to be his caregiver, and I loved every day
Speaker 1: of it. One thing that I noticed about Bee's house
Speaker 1: is that it sometimes felt like I was being watched,
Speaker 1: not in a negative way, but in a way that
Speaker 1: made me feel like there were spirits in the home
Speaker 1: when watching Be. On this particular evening, it was just him, myself,
Speaker 1: and the family dogs. B was in his room watching
Speaker 1: one of his favorite movies, and I was in the
Speaker 1: family room with the two dogs watching true crime show
Speaker 1: when all of a sudden, I saw a glimpse of
Speaker 1: someone in all white out of the corner of my eye.
Speaker 1: As soon as I looked, I didn't see anything more,
Speaker 1: and I just played it off as my mind playing
Speaker 1: tricks on me. But then a few minutes later, the
Speaker 1: same thing happened, only this time the dogs noticed her too.
Speaker 1: There was a woman standing in the hallway wearing a
Speaker 1: long white wedding dress. She was small in stature, and
Speaker 1: she had beautiful, dark black hair. Just as quickly as
Speaker 1: I noticed her, she turned the corner and disappeared. In
Speaker 1: that moment, I knew what I had seen and what
Speaker 1: the dogs saw too. There was no sense of darkness
Speaker 1: or evil. There was just a sense of wow that
Speaker 1: was strange, but I didn't feel anything negative. I knew
Speaker 1: what I saw, but also I knew that what I
Speaker 1: saw wasn't a real person. The dogs never barked, They
Speaker 1: simply just stared at her. With me, it was almost
Speaker 1: like they knew who the woman was. About fifteen minutes
Speaker 1: after seeing the woman, Bee's dad came home. I was
Speaker 1: visibly a little shaken, and he asked me if I
Speaker 1: was okay. I replied, I know that you might think
Speaker 1: that what I'm going to tell you is crazy, but
Speaker 1: I just saw a woman in the hallway wearing an
Speaker 1: all white wedding dress. He then replied, really, what did
Speaker 1: she look like? I told him that she was small
Speaker 1: and had dark hair, and he said, you know, my
Speaker 1: mom passed away recently before you started working for us.
Speaker 1: She passed away right here in this living room. She
Speaker 1: was on hospice, and we had her hospital bed right
Speaker 1: out here in the living room during the end of
Speaker 1: her life. Well, I was shocked. I truly believed the
Speaker 1: woman that I saw was his mother. He told me
Speaker 1: that he felt her presence there for a few months,
Speaker 1: and then he suddenly didn't any more. I could feel
Speaker 1: the energy change there over time as well. A few
Speaker 1: weeks later, I noticed that the family had put up
Speaker 1: a picture of both her and her husband on their
Speaker 1: wedding day. This just further clarified that the woman that
Speaker 1: I saw was in fact Bee's dad's mother, a k a.
Speaker 1: Bee's grandma. She looked just like she did in her
Speaker 1: wedding photo when I saw her. A beautiful, small woman
Speaker 1: with black hair. I just wanted to share this story
Speaker 1: with everyone today because I truly believe that our loved
Speaker 1: ones do stay with us after they pass on. I
Speaker 1: believe they stay for as long as we need them to,
Speaker 1: and that if you think you see something or someone
Speaker 1: out of the corner of your eye, don't tell yourself
Speaker 1: that you're crazy. There is so much more out there
Speaker 1: than we can even comprehend or explain. Thank you, Nick
Speaker 1: for letting me share my experience with you, Sincerely, Hailey, Hailey.
Speaker 1: Thank you to both you and your son Jack's for
Speaker 1: listening and for sharing your experience. Our next experience comes
Speaker 1: to us from Bridget, and Bridget calls their experience paranormal
Speaker 1: phenomenon in the Australian mining desert. Bridget says, Hi and Nick,
Speaker 1: I've written before, and I thought that, but it was
Speaker 1: about time that I sent through my two latest unexplainable experiences.
Speaker 1: These two experiences relate to my current hometown and the
Speaker 1: job that I was hired in at the time. Although
Speaker 1: these stories are separate, they involved the same coworkers in
Speaker 1: similar times of day. My current hometown is located in
Speaker 1: rural northwest Queensland, Australia. It's a small city in the
Speaker 1: middle of the harsh Australian desert. As a mining town,
Speaker 1: it's no wonder that you hear all sorts of ghostly
Speaker 1: stories of the scattered active and non active mind sights
Speaker 1: from in town and on the outskirts. Presumably due to
Speaker 1: the fallen miners from past decades. There are also whispers
Speaker 1: of extraterrestrial activity in such locations. Any who, My first
Speaker 1: experience goes as such. About two years ago. My line
Speaker 1: of work at the time required me to attend to
Speaker 1: laundry duties for the mines, and my team worked in
Speaker 1: the main intown mine for most of it, but also
Speaker 1: required a daily afternoon commute to the sister mine, twenty
Speaker 1: minutes out of town. This commute involved myself and two
Speaker 1: other coworkers. This particular afternoon, we were actually on the
Speaker 1: subject of ghostly stories about this mind sight that we
Speaker 1: were traveling to, and this is when we dared one
Speaker 1: of the coworkers to enter the lady's change house by
Speaker 1: herself to collect the laundry and to see if she
Speaker 1: could pick up any energies or witness any activity. Keep
Speaker 1: in mind, this was a change house that we needed
Speaker 1: to enter daily to get our duties done, but this
Speaker 1: change house was quite eerie, old and quiet, with having
Speaker 1: almost no one coming in or out of it. At
Speaker 1: the time that we were there, myself and the third
Speaker 1: coworker attended another change house while the lone worker followed
Speaker 1: our dare. Afterwards, she came out a little shaken but excited.
Speaker 1: She then explained something odd that she had witnessed. As
Speaker 1: you walk into the change house, on the right hand side,
Speaker 1: hanging on the wall sit several hooks mounted on the
Speaker 1: wall to hold hard hats, hard plastic safety hats required
Speaker 1: for the workplace. There were several of these hard hats
Speaker 1: that were hung on the hooks. As she walked past
Speaker 1: the hats, one fell, startling her a little. She didn't
Speaker 1: feel that she was close enough to it to accidentally
Speaker 1: knock it or anything, but she quickly brushed it off.
Speaker 1: A few seconds later, as she got on with collecting
Speaker 1: the laundry and soaking in the spooky atmosphere, she witnessed
Speaker 1: a second hard hat fall off the hook. She was
Speaker 1: no longer near that wall any more, and still there
Speaker 1: was no other soul that was in the change house.
Speaker 1: There was no draft or vibrations inside. She witnessed it
Speaker 1: fall directly an eye shot this hat. Her shaken, as
Speaker 1: there isn't physically any way these hats should have fallen.
Speaker 1: The hooks curve upwards in the air, and to grab
Speaker 1: a hat with your hand you need to lift it
Speaker 1: upwards to sort of unhook it. For both to fall
Speaker 1: directly downwards without her touching them, let alone not being
Speaker 1: near them, should not have been possible. She quickly dashed
Speaker 1: out and in her excitement, shared her happening with us. Now,
Speaker 1: I know that it's not a groundbreaking story, but it's
Speaker 1: something that plays on my mind from time to time.
Speaker 1: My second experience involves the same coworkers, the same commute,
Speaker 1: but a different day. We had finished our duties at
Speaker 1: the sister mine and we were traveling back via vehicle
Speaker 1: to the main mine. The terrain is unforgiving desert, and
Speaker 1: it was getting late in the afternoon, but it was
Speaker 1: still sunny. Truly, it's quite beautiful. We had just hit
Speaker 1: the highway and in mid conversation, we all stopped talking
Speaker 1: and the vehicle went dead silent on the side of
Speaker 1: the road. Something lingered that caught all of our eyes
Speaker 1: simultaneously and silence was required for us to figure out
Speaker 1: what the hell we were seeing. I was in the
Speaker 1: passenger seat and on the same side of the road
Speaker 1: that this thing was on. To the best of my
Speaker 1: ability to describe it, it was like a smoky jellyfish,
Speaker 1: just where the dead grass meets the bitumen. It was
Speaker 1: about the size of a large jellyfish, floating about a
Speaker 1: half a foot from the ground. It had a fixed
Speaker 1: shape or definition, as in the smoky texture was not
Speaker 1: completely free flowing, except for when this thing hit the ground.
Speaker 1: Imagine a parachute or a hot air balloon hitting the
Speaker 1: ground softly and the sides spilling outwards. This is what happened.
Speaker 1: When this thing softly hit the ground, the smoky texture
Speaker 1: spilled outwards. This all happened in a matter of seconds.
Speaker 1: After we passed it and it was out of sight,
Speaker 1: I muttered, what the hell was that. I actually wasn't
Speaker 1: sure if my coworkers had seen it, because it was
Speaker 1: me who stopped mid sentence, and I half thought that
Speaker 1: their silence was just waiting for me to finish. But
Speaker 1: to my validation, they exclaimed that they had also seen it,
Speaker 1: and they were all just lost for words. There was
Speaker 1: absolutely nothing around that area that could have been related
Speaker 1: to this thing, no animals in Australia that look anything
Speaker 1: like it, no fires around, and certainly nothing nearby that
Speaker 1: could justify anything smoky around it. It wasn't a shadow,
Speaker 1: as this thing had definition. We talked about it on
Speaker 1: the way back home, and the supposed extraterrestrial activity this
Speaker 1: land was no notorious for I did get an alien
Speaker 1: like feeling from this creature. When my shift was finished,
Speaker 1: I just had to go back to the site to
Speaker 1: see if I could find anything, but to my disappointment,
Speaker 1: I found nothing. I haven't seen anything like it again.
Speaker 1: If anyone has witnessed anything similar or has any stories
Speaker 1: of the Australian desert, I would love to hear it.
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Speaker 1: tuned and I'll be right back. After these brief messages,
Speaker 1: our next experience of the night comes to us from Louise,
Speaker 1: and Louise's experience is called Invisible Monkeys. Louise says, when
Speaker 1: my brother was around three years old. He's twenty seven now,
Speaker 1: we lived in a house that had a very strange atmosphere.
Speaker 1: Even today, I still have nightmares about that house. Although
Speaker 1: I can't fully explain why. There was just something unsettling
Speaker 1: about it. Strange things seemed to happen there. One incident
Speaker 1: that has always stayed with me happened when I was seventeen.
Speaker 1: My brother and I shared a bedroom and our small
Speaker 1: dog was asleep at the foot of my bed in
Speaker 1: the middle of the night, completely out of nowhere. He
Speaker 1: woke up, leapt off the bed and started growling. Every
Speaker 1: hair on his body stood on end. He stared at
Speaker 1: something I couldn't see for a few moments before suddenly
Speaker 1: bolting out of the room at full speed. The house
Speaker 1: itself was unusual. It was known locally as the Smuggler's House,
Speaker 1: and it was located in a small seaside town in Essex, England.
Speaker 1: Built into the walls were hidden bookshelves that could be
Speaker 1: pulled out, revealing spaces behind them where you could crawl
Speaker 1: around inside the walls. From the time that my brother
Speaker 1: could talk, he was fascinated by what he called the monkeys.
Speaker 1: He would laugh with them, talk with them, and sometimes
Speaker 1: even appear to be having full conversations. At other times
Speaker 1: he would become terrified, screaming and running away and saying
Speaker 1: that one of the monkeys was trying to get him.
Speaker 1: One day, he explained them to me in more detail.
Speaker 1: He said that there were two monkeys, a girl monkey
Speaker 1: who was friendly, and a boy monkey who scared him
Speaker 1: and tried to catch him. Not long afterwards, my mom
Speaker 1: was chatting with our elderly nextdoor neighbor, who was in
Speaker 1: her nineties. During the conversation, my mom happened to mention
Speaker 1: that we lived in the old smuggler's house. The neighbor
Speaker 1: then casually replied that many years before, monkeys had actually
Speaker 1: been kept there. Now my mom was alone when she
Speaker 1: heard this, and she thought that it was a very
Speaker 1: odd coincidence. A few weeks later, she went to a
Speaker 1: psychic medium. Now the woman had never met my mom before,
Speaker 1: and she knew nothing about our family. We had only
Speaker 1: recently moved there from London, so there was no reason
Speaker 1: that she could have known anything about us. As soon
Speaker 1: as my mom sat down, the medium looked directly at
Speaker 1: her and asked, what's all this about the monkeys. Shocked,
Speaker 1: my mom told her everything about my brother and his stories.
Speaker 1: The woman listened and then simply said, don't worry about
Speaker 1: the monkeys. They won't bother him any more. From that
Speaker 1: day forward, my brother never mentioned the monkeys again. To
Speaker 1: this day, none of us can explain it. Perhaps it
Speaker 1: was all just childhood imagination and coincidence, but considering the
Speaker 1: history of the house, the neighbor's comment, and the psychic's
Speaker 1: unexpected question, it remains one of the strangest experiences that
Speaker 1: our family has ever had. Our next experience comes to
Speaker 1: us from Jeremy, and Jeremy's experience is called Apparition at
Speaker 1: the Door. Jeremy says, Hey, I'm a big fan of
Speaker 1: your podcast. I love listening to your show during my
Speaker 1: work shift. Before my grandmother passed away, she told me
Speaker 1: a story. We live in the North Island in New Zealand,
Speaker 1: and this happened in a small rural place called Galatia
Speaker 1: in the mid nineteen sixties. My mum grew up in
Speaker 1: a big family. My grandfather was down in the milking
Speaker 1: shed one evening and my grandmother had the kids in
Speaker 1: the bath, and this is when there was a knock
Speaker 1: at the door. She answered the door to a man
Speaker 1: that was standing there in the evening, dressed in a
Speaker 1: nice suit, which was very strange. She asked him, can
Speaker 1: I help you? And the man asked her about the
Speaker 1: neighbors whereabouts now? The neighbors stayed abroad for a certain
Speaker 1: amount of time every year, so she explained that he
Speaker 1: wasn't home. This man thanked her and bit her farewell.
Speaker 1: She closed the door, looked out the window, and the
Speaker 1: man was gone. My grandfather returned from the milking shed,
Speaker 1: to which my grandmother asked him, did you see a
Speaker 1: man leaving the house? My grandfather, obviously confused, said that no,
Speaker 1: he hadn't. Not a man, not a vehicle, nothing at all. Well,
Speaker 1: months went by and the neighbor returned. He came to
Speaker 1: my family's home to collect his mail and to have
Speaker 1: a cup of tea. My grandmother told him about the visitor,
Speaker 1: and he asked her to describe him, to which she did.
Speaker 1: The neighbor went silent and looked spooked, so my grandmother
Speaker 1: asked him what was wrong. He then said, you have
Speaker 1: just explained my father. He passed away a few years ago.
Speaker 1: Our next experience comes to us from Stefan, and their
Speaker 1: experience is called Ghostly Footsteps and Unknown Shadows. Steffan shared
Speaker 1: a previous experience with me, which I aired an episode
Speaker 1: for seventy one, and it was called Stone Tape Theory.
Speaker 1: To this day, it remains one of the most remarkable
Speaker 1: and touching experiences that I have ever had the honor
Speaker 1: of reading. If you haven't listened to it, I highly
Speaker 1: recommend doing so. Stefan says, greetings, Nick. First, I want
Speaker 1: to thank you for presenting my story in episode four
Speaker 1: seventy one, most kind of you. I do have a
Speaker 1: couple of short encounters that happened well before the Stone
Speaker 1: Tape incident. This first event I call ghostly footsteps, and
Speaker 1: it happened to my parents when they were first married.
Speaker 1: My father repeated this story several times over the years,
Speaker 1: with my mother corroborating it, and she, by nature, had
Speaker 1: no time for what she called supernatural silliness except for
Speaker 1: this event. I believe this took place in nineteen sixty one.
Speaker 1: My newlywoed parents were living in Bryan, Texas at the
Speaker 1: time while my father was finishing his degree at Texas
Speaker 1: A and M. The place where they were living was
Speaker 1: a farmhouse style home whose story with a porch that
Speaker 1: wrapped around three of the four sides. It was owned
Speaker 1: by an elderly lady who rented out the upstairs bedrooms
Speaker 1: to earn some extra money. My parents rented a bedroom,
Speaker 1: and across the hall my dad's best friend and his
Speaker 1: wife rented another. I'm not sure how many bedrooms there
Speaker 1: were on the second floor, but for this story that
Speaker 1: isn't relevant. According to my father, there were a few times,
Speaker 1: usually in the late evening or early morning, when the
Speaker 1: sound of footsteps would be heard coming up the staircase,
Speaker 1: passing their bedroom door, and then stopping at the wall
Speaker 1: at the end of the hallway. A couple of times,
Speaker 1: my father heard the footsteps start up the staircase and
Speaker 1: he opened the bedroom door to find no one. Yet
Speaker 1: the footsteps continued right past him and kept going. Even
Speaker 1: his best friend poked his heat out once to hear
Speaker 1: the footsteps passing by his room. No living person nor
Speaker 1: ghostly apparition was ever seen, just the steady, heavy tread
Speaker 1: of footsteps walking to the end of the hallway. The
Speaker 1: elderly lady who owned the home had the house renovated
Speaker 1: shortly after her husband passed away. He had been a
Speaker 1: traveling salesman prior to his passing. Remember this was nineteen
Speaker 1: sixty one, and during the fifties and early sixties, a
Speaker 1: man could make a fairly decent living traveling around selling whatever.
Speaker 1: My father believed that every now and again the husband
Speaker 1: would come home from a business trip and would go upstairs,
Speaker 1: hence the sound of footsteps on the staircase and passing
Speaker 1: the bedrooms. The interesting thing is that the wall at
Speaker 1: the end of the hallway was originally where the master
Speaker 1: bedroom sat prior to the renovation. Apparently the husband just
Speaker 1: wanted to come home and go to bed. My mother
Speaker 1: told me that late one night she awoke to see
Speaker 1: an older man standing at the foot of the bed
Speaker 1: and staring at her with an irritated look of curiosity
Speaker 1: on his face. As my mother came more fully awake,
Speaker 1: the man faded. She thought that the apparition was probably
Speaker 1: just remnants of a dream, but my father didn't think so,
Speaker 1: he was pretty sure was the landlady husband, wondering what
Speaker 1: these strangers were doing in his house. There is a
Speaker 1: last and somewhat humorous anecdote to this story, and this
Speaker 1: occurred after the ghostly figure incident. One night, it had
Speaker 1: been rather windy, the moon was casting quite a bit
Speaker 1: of light into their bedroom, and a noise finally roused
Speaker 1: my father. Now bear in mind that my father could
Speaker 1: sleep through a nuclear detonation, so this noise had to
Speaker 1: have been either loud or repetitively irritating, or most likely both. Nevertheless,
Speaker 1: he groggily opened his eyes and saw what he thought
Speaker 1: was a person in white standing just inside the doorway.
Speaker 1: Thinking that there was an intruder in the room, my
Speaker 1: father leaned over the edge of the bed, pulled out
Speaker 1: his grandfather's old double barreled shotgun, closed the breach rose
Speaker 1: up in the bed, and he aimed down the barrels.
Speaker 1: By that time he was a bit more awake, and
Speaker 1: as he had the figure in his sights, he slowly
Speaker 1: eased his finger off the triggers and wisely muttered to himself,
Speaker 1: don't shoot, stupid, it's the door. I'm going to call
Speaker 1: this last event unknown shadows, and this one still bothers
Speaker 1: me to this day. Something that I need to make
Speaker 1: you aware of is that I have had a few
Speaker 1: bouts of som nimbalism in my life, also known as
Speaker 1: sleep walking. Nothing dangerous to me, but these incidents were
Speaker 1: rather creepy to those around me. As I'm told that
Speaker 1: I act almost perfectly normal except I'm asleep. This is
Speaker 1: something that makes this incident all the stranger. One morning,
Speaker 1: many years ago, I awoke and as I was getting
Speaker 1: out of bed, I heard my former wife ask what
Speaker 1: was all that about last night? I turned give her
Speaker 1: a puzzled look and asked, what was what all about?
Speaker 1: She then looked me square in the eyes for several
Speaker 1: moments and then asked, you don't remember, do you. At
Speaker 1: that point, I was getting irritated and I said, I
Speaker 1: have no idea what you're talking about. She then told
Speaker 1: me that at around three a m. I suddenly sat
Speaker 1: up in bed, waking her. She asked me what was wrong,
Speaker 1: but she got no response. Turning on the bedside lamp,
Speaker 1: she said that I was sitting straight up and looking
Speaker 1: at the closet at the end of the bed. I
Speaker 1: then swiveled about forty five degrees to my left, raised
Speaker 1: my right hand, made a couple of odd gestures, and
Speaker 1: I then muttered something that she couldn't make out. As
Speaker 1: soon as I finished speaking, she saw two small shadows
Speaker 1: skid her along the edge of the ceiling and then
Speaker 1: disappear into the closet. Panicking, she started shaking me, but
Speaker 1: she then stopped as I rotated back to my original
Speaker 1: seated position, closed my eyes, and laid back down. She
Speaker 1: said my movements were almost robotic. Try as she might,
Speaker 1: she couldn't get me to wake up, and finally she
Speaker 1: gave up and went back to sleep. The thing that
Speaker 1: really bothers me the most about this event is that
Speaker 1: I have absolutely no memory of this none. For years,
Speaker 1: I've racked my brain, but there's not a shred of
Speaker 1: memory about this event. Nothing. I would love to say
Speaker 1: that my former wife was either just pulling my leg
Speaker 1: or bold face lying to me about what happened, but
Speaker 1: I'm absolutely positive that she didn't. In fact, she had
Speaker 1: been very, very scared. As soon as she had finished
Speaker 1: telling me everything, she demanded that I checked the closet,
Speaker 1: which I did, and I found nothing. Another thing is
Speaker 1: that I am a rather light sleeper, Yet she shook
Speaker 1: me as hard as she could and I didn't wake up.
Speaker 1: This baffles me because to this day, the slightest odd
Speaker 1: noise in the house will cause me to wake up,
Speaker 1: fully alert and listen. Then, of course, are the two shadows?
Speaker 1: What were they? Why were they there? And where did
Speaker 1: they go? How the heck did my subconscious mind detect
Speaker 1: them and then make my body do whatever it did
Speaker 1: to drive them off? What were the odd gestures? And
Speaker 1: what did I mutter? And no, I haven't seen anything
Speaker 1: like what she described since, Thank Heaven. As I said,
Speaker 1: this incident still bothers me. No hans me. Should you
Speaker 1: decide to read these on your podcast, I would be
Speaker 1: very interested in anything that anyone has to offer concerning
Speaker 1: the last story. I've done quite a bit of research
Speaker 1: since this happened, and while I have found a few
Speaker 1: similar incidents, none of them had all the elements that
Speaker 1: this event has. Any information would be most welcome. Keep
Speaker 1: up the good Worknick, peace and blessings Stefan. If anyone
Speaker 1: has experienced anything similar to what Stefan described, please don't
Speaker 1: hesitate to get in touch with me. As the night's
Speaker 1: episode comes to an end, I'd like to thank you
Speaker 1: for listening, and I truly appreciate all of our experiencers
Speaker 1: for coming forward with their stories. And as always, if
Speaker 1: you've encountered the unexplained, you can share your experience with
Speaker 1: me at Paranormal Mysteries podcast dot com and remember that
Speaker 1: all experiences, no matter how strange, are always welcome. With
Speaker 1: that being said, I hope you have a wonderful rest
Speaker 1: of your evening and I'll be back soon with more
Speaker 1: tales of the unexplained right here on Paranormal Mysteries