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Speaker 3: I'm your oldest grand Thomas, and I'm just realizing, Wow,
I've just had my head in the clouds a little
bit tonight. I've been busy with a whole bunch of
show related stuff, been recording a ton of podcasts lately,
which is really great, and thank you to all of
you who have gone out and subscribed and been checking
out the posts. They are doing phenomenally well. Lots of
downloads and lots of people showing interest and hopefully a
lot of new people finding the Portal here online as
a result. It's just, you know, trying to make the
whole community grow. But you guys have done amazing and
thank you so much for that. I appreciate your support
into this endeavor for us on the Portal. Had a
great show last night with Don and I doing the
Mayhem and I ended up talking a lot about the
Moon of all things. And that's something I really love
about the show is that, honest to God, And it
sounds bizarre, but the shows kind of right themselves in
a way. We don't always know what we're going to
be talking about, and we may come in with a
plan to some degree about you know, I want to
talk about this. I want to talk about this, have
a few things outline that we want to go over,
but then start the show and boom, it takes on
a life of its own. We end up going a
different direction and it's really fantastic. It's really a unique phenomena,
for lack of a better word. I don't know how
it happens or what's going on exactly, but it's really cool.
Let's see what's going on here. So the first one
is from Illinois. No, that's not the first one. I
was clicking through him California. So it says just moved
into an apartment in August due to my divorce. Me
and my roommate have both had third resident feeling ever since,
had a third resident feeling ever since, so they've felt
another presence, though his experiences are different than mine. I
do have the master bedroom, and I think that's where
the ghost lived. I've narrowed down the timeframe too, roughly
midnight it says midnight PT. What the hell's PT? Pacific
time to two am Pacific time, and before I noticed
the activity between one and two am. But since the
winter time change. It has moved up an hour to
twelve am to one am, and this makes sense. If
it is a residual haunting, the event will play back
at the time it originally occurred, so the hour difference
coincides with the haunting. I can tell when it is
there as I start to hear house settling noises like
the walls creaking, or when someone walks, you can sometimes
hear the house settling around them in response. Well, I
hear that noise, but no one is around and my
roommate is asleep on the other end of the apartment.
So last night something sat at the edge of my bed.
I felt the bed frame and give a little bit.
This happened three times. And I also hear footsteps walking
around the perimeter of my bed, and they then sometimes
go into the bedroom or the bathroom rather which is
adjoining to my room. And I hear my vertical blinds
tapping against each other sometimes like someone is trailing their
hand across them as they walk by. Not violence, but
just light touches. I felt something touch my chin when
I was laying in bed on my back with the
covers pulled up in my mouth, and like when a
cat will gently paw your face, and I felt something
gently touch my chin through the covers. I've heard things
slump or bump in the closet. I'm not sure what
a slump sounds like, but that's what they describe it
as a slump. I slump all the time in my chair,
or I guess that's a slouch never mind. And things
that are neatly tucked away on the shelves that shouldn't move.
I heard a glass tip over in the sink the
night before last, and immediately afterwards the noises in my
room started up. I try not to be awake during
these times, as they are very frightening, and I feel
like I like a sitting duck every time it happens. Okay,
so here's the thing. If you're awake, then you know
you're aware of it and you can act accordingly. But
if you're asleep, then then I think you're really more vulnerable,
aren't you. I mean, isn't that like if you're sleep,
you're not responding to your environment. So I think if
something's going to be lurking around, I'd rather be awake
for it, even though it might be more frightening, because
the idea of being absolutely helpless would just suck. But
I don't know anyway, what do you do? Sometimes I
hear noises or like someone leaning on my desk, or
other little environmental disturbances like pops and snaps and creeks,
things like that. The apartment building was built in nineteen
eighty one, so it really isn't that old. The house
settling noises always occur at this time and never any
other time. I'm very observant by nature and like to
determine a logical answer before I turned to this type
of thing. But since day one, me and my roomy
have both said, do you feel something here? And we
both agreed yes, and I definitely can tell it is mail.
So here's the thing. They they account for it as
a residual haunt, and you know, as I understand it,
and I'm again I'm no expert, but I you know,
I believe I'm pretty well read on the phenomena. Oh god,
it just feels like there's one right in my nostril.
But a residual haunting wouldn't probably interact with the environment
in such a way as you know, hearing the clacking
of the of the blinds. It would only be interacting
with the environment that was present in whatever time it
became a haunting. In other words, in whatever time due
to the demise of the person, or whenever an energetic
event occurred. And so something sitting on your bed is
not going to be residual, Like unless your bed just
happens to be in the exact same place and the
exact same height and everything else, you shouldn't see any
physical representations of that in your environment. Any interaction with
the environment itself would automatically make it a cognition presence
because it has to interact with your environment. So I
don't agree that it's residual even though it happens at
the same time. The reason it happens at the same
time could be due to any other number of factors.
I don't think it's residual in the truest sense of
the word, but at least by the definitions that I understand,
I could be mistaken. Perhaps there are residual haunts that
do interact with the environment, but to me, by definition,
that would make them intelligent because they have to interact
with the environment. A residual haunt is just events that replay, like,
for instance, the footsteps following the same path every night
at the same time. Not necessarily visual, maybe even visual,
but walking through doors rather than opening doors and walking
through walls because maybe they're used to be a doorway
there when that event was you know, quote unquote recorded
in the environment. So those are some ideas. But that
was weird, all right. So that's that's that story. I
think it's a good story. It's fine. But I again,
I don't think it's it's residual. I think that's definitely
something intelligent. But what it is doesn't seem malicious either.
It's just a presence. So let's go to Louisiana, Louisiana
and I'll see what's going on there. There's a lot
of energy in Louisiana. It's got a lot of really
really cool energy. I don't know. When I was down
in New Orleans, I really thought that was a really
cool place, just that that energy in the air of
that place and all the history. I don't know. I
love I love those old places like that. They just
have such a presence. So this one is, Oh, let's
starts pretty pretty sadly. My dad passed away in December
of two thousand and five. He was sixty seven and
seemed really healthy, considering he was a heavy smoker. And
when he was taken to the hospital, he told us
he really knew that he wasn't coming home, and that
he had laid out the suit that he wanted to
be buried in along with his will, and I told
him he was being silly and we would be home soon.
In the hospital, of the doctors told us he had
a severe heart blockage and would require bypass surgery immediately
if he stood any chance of surviving. They performed the
surgery and said it actually went well, but he never
woke up from the surgery. He only lived two days
after that, and a few weeks after. We were at
my mom's house for Christmas, and it was my husband
and me and our two sons who are twelve and
six years old, and my brother and his wife and
his four children, and my mom. My parents loved Christmas
and still treated it as though we were like kids.
There were tons of presents in the living room and
we sat down to pass our gifts. My sister in
law my nephew were elected to play Santa, as we
call it, and they have to wear the Santa hats,
and I was taking their picture in front of the
Christmas tree, and in the curtain behind the tree you
can see the perfect image of my dad's silhouette in
the picture. Oh cool, Yeah, I'll show that in just
a second, ladies and gentlemen, after the story is over.
Since that night, we can hear him upstairs walking around
in his bedroom and his TV will come on, and
there's when there's nobody upstairs. And I also have smelled
smoke in the living room by his recliner where he
watched TV and smoked after supper. And my kids say
when they spend the night with my mother that my
dad tells them good night, and then you can hear
him going upstairs to bed. It scares them and they
don't like to go over there anymore. Oh, that's sad.
I think it's sweet he wants to tell him good night.
As time goes on, more things are beginning to happen
in the house. And Dad was the only one that
went upstairs, and since his death, we rarely go up
there for any reason. On occasion we've went up there
to be to go in the attic and his toilet
will flush and nobody's in there. Should I just let
him be here. Is there anything I can do to
help him move on? Oh? I don't know. I mean,
if he's it's hard to say. Is he trapped or
is he just like being there? Maybe he's waiting for
his wife. Maybe that's the deal. He wants to stick around.
I think he's fine. As long as you know his
wife is fine with him being there. I think that's wonderful.
All right, So I'm gonna show the picture here if
I can. Let me see, I'm gonna drag it over first.
So let me do this and let you guys see
this picture, because I think it's just in the little
thumbnail version of it that I can see, it looks
looks pretty good. Oh yeah, look at that. Wow. Okay,
that really does look like a great capture. That may
just no, you know what, that may just be the
I don't know. That's curious. But let me put it
on screen and we'll see here what you guys think.
But so it appears this is a mirror right here,
and there's a flash, but the flash should be directed
towards this corner. However, there does appear to be a
reflected image. It would be the other side of this window,
which is out of frame by this angle, so the
shadow would be over here. But since the flash is
coming straight onto these two people, I wouldn't expect that
shadow to appear over here. I would expect it to
be directly behind them and therefore probably not visible. Now
the person does say, this looks exactly like his silhouette,
which I think is pretty powerful, and just by virtue
of what I can see in this image, I can't
debunk that because the flash may reflect off the mirror
and go back this way, but the people are already
beyond the flash or are in front of that, so
the mirror is a little bit behind and off to
the right, and then reflecting over would you know, put
it over here? It would put it in the right place,
But the flash doesn't make the flash shadow wouldn't make
sense to me, at least not that pristine of a silhouette.
So I think they really did get something here. I
think that's really impressive and you know, awesome. I think
that's wonderful. So anyway, that's the image that was captured,
and yeah, it does. It does look like a silhouette
over here. It looks like they did capture something at
least really intriguing I don't know if there was a
second flash, maybe at the same exact time. It's hard
to say, but that is a pretty good catch. I think,
just rudimentally, you would have to have perfectly timed two
flashes to catch a second flash creating that shadow over
here if there was a camera, because she is looking
off to this direction, and perhaps she's looking at another camera,
but they would have to been identically timed because by
his hythe and stuff that could be, and his shoulder
being up one down, I don't know, but her shadow
isn't in there, and I would think her shadow would
show up on the side as well over here as
another bump, but it doesn't. No, I think it's probably
a good capture just by virtue of what I'm seeing here.
If that was a second flash coming this way and
back into here, that it would create almost a double
lump shadow from her head and his head. But this
is a standalone oval, so I think it's a great capture.
Just off the first looks that looks like a great capture,
And you guys will have to let me know what
you guys think, But I think it's a good catch
and very cool, very cool story. I think it's great,
all right, So let's see. This is the next one.
I think. Let me see, I hated that hose blah
blah blah. Now my kids seeing it goes to my house.
Here we go. So this is Illinois, right? Oh man, Okay,
somebody just send me an email. Wow. Let me just
look at this quick. If it's something that we can
show on the show, that would be kind of cool.
I'm not sure if it is or not. But let
me see. Let me refresh this quick. Got to refresh
the emails. Okay, let me see. Oh yeah, yeah, I've
seen this one before. Yeah. This is from Genevieve and
she's talking about a demonic entity that they believe was
captured behind this person. Now, this is a really famous picture.
It's a YouTube video, so I can't actually show it
on here because I don't have the permission of the
people that created it. But the showcased image on this image,
on this thumbnail is one that I am familiar with.
It It looks looks like a doghead behind this person,
right behind over his shoulder, but definitely looking towards the
camera as well. It's not one that I can show,
I don't think. I guess I guess I could flash
it up there quick. Let me see, make sure there's
nothing here, all right. So this is this is the
thumbnail that Genevieve was talking about. And I have seen
this picture many times over the past few years, and
it is a curiosity. Something beastial is sitting behind this
guy's shoulder. Apparent it does look like a dog, like
there's a dog behind him, but apparently the guy is
standing up and there's no no dog there, as I
understand the story. So that's really creepy, very creepy, and
thank you Geney for sharing that. That's really creepy, really scary,
spooky stuff, I tell you, all right, So let's get
back to business here more stories. I hear the call
for more stories, all right, let's get on with the show. Ghosts.
Another ghost story. This one's coming out of Illinois. Says.
This story started long ago when we bought this house.
My brother Keith was in his room sleeping when he
woke up to a loud bang. The closet door flew
open and a heavy metal iron flew across the room.
I didn't find out until I switched rooms with him
about three years ago. So apparently this happened, and this
person didn't know about it until after they switched rooms.
So Ever since then, I hear weird noises at night,
footsteps going around the house. A couple of days ago,
I was home alone and reading at the computer desk,
and my dog was sitting on the couch sleeping, and
then she woke up and perked her ears and looked
at the stairs. At that time, I heard the door
to my room shut and people walking around upstairs. I
was so scared that I stopped reading and called my
friend and turned up the music really loud, but I
still would hear the noises. Okay, it says about three
weeks ago my sister was playing her violin and then
the TV turned on by itself. One night, my friend
slept over and she said that she heard the drawers
opening and closing in the room next door. Then the
same night, me and my friends heard the gate opening
and closing all night. The window kept on rattling, too,
and we were freaked out. Whenever we told my mom
and dad, they didn't believe us. They told us that
we were just imagining things. And my brother said that
he could sense demons. He said that there was a
wolf demon in the basement, and when I have sleepovers
in the basement, I hear people walking around upstairs, and
my friends say that too. I don't know what it is.
So if you think you know what's going on in
my house, please tell me. So here's the thing. And
this is something that's come up many times, and I
really firmly believe this. First of all, the term demon
gets thrown around really casually, like, oh, it's you know,
if it's something negative, it's a demon. You know, it's
a demon. If it scares you, it's a demon. And
quite frankly, while I don't have a doubt that there
are very dark, malicious entities that are called demons that
they're around, I don't believe that they're as prolific as
people would suggest. You know, I think that a lot
of people throw the word demon around because it sounds
really sensational. It's kind of like the fish story of
the paranormal. You know, if it's a if it's a
haunting that has any activity at all and it freaks
people out, then they always use the word demon. Now
and in most cases, ladies and gentlemen, if you really
have a demon, and this is something I talked about
on a recent podcast, I think on Monday's podcast. This
last one is that if you really have a demonic presence,
you probably won't know it. The thing is is that
demons don't want to broadcast their their presence. They don't
want you to know because they have a very specific
agenda about what they're doing, and it has everything to
do with destroying someone. In the traditional sense, demons are
just angry and they want to tear down the world
around them or you know, anything about us. But if
they broadcast their their presence and just make it incredibly obvious,
then it allows people to react and get help. Most
demonic attachments and issues happen incredibly seductively, incredibly quiet, incredibly
incredibly discreet. They don't broadcast their their presence. They just
slowly and over a period of time, exert their influence
and try to change somebody whoever the target is. They will,
they will, just they have nothing but time. But they're
they're certainly not going to make themselves known with slamming
doors and throwing things around and doing that, because once
that happens, then people usually reach out for help, like
you know, priests, shamans, he you know, religious people of whatever,
you know, flavor of religion that you happen to observe,
and every religion has its form of exercising things, whether
from a home or from a person. And you know,
they don't want they don't want people to know they're there.
They want to influence and create corruption and oppression until
that person is so weak. And by the time you
know the demon is there, it's usually really late in
the game and it's going to be incredibly an incredibly
big battle. So, you know, people throw that word around
an awful lot, but I don't think they really understand.
And I'm not claiming that I know it all either,
but I do believe I know that, you know, I
do believe that any kind of any kind of any
kind of predator, and a demon would certainly be a predator.
Any kind of predator tries to not alert the prey
to their presence. That's why cats get low and they
use cover, and they try to get down wind, and
you know, they want to sneak up until they can
just lunge out and grab you know, they don't want
to do a five mile run after prey and exert
all that energy and risk getting hurt. They want to
They want their prey to be effectively at a huge
disadvantage when they pounce, and that is the same for
any other thing that that praise on on other other beings. So,
you know, the term demon just gets you know, thrown
around like a calling card, and I get it. For
paranormal investigators. It sounds really impressive while we investigated a
demonic presence in a you know, that sounds incredible, That
sounds really uh, you know, incredibly brave, and uh, it's
a hell of an achievement. It's a hell of an accomplishment.
You know. Demonic presences are are on on an oh
my god scale. They are like, you know, a ten.
Most ghosts and hauntings are you know, two and three
one two three. But then when you get to something
that's truly a demonic presence, the power and energy that
they can exert is just off the charts. So, you know,
it sounds cool to say you've investigated demons and stuff
like that, but I don't think there as many around
as people claim, And you better hope to God that
you never have to meet one. Not that's not that
you need to be afraid. I'm not trying to inspire fear,
but I think a healthy respect for the fact that
these are very dangerous things. And you know, throwing throwing
that title around is you know, it's it's just a
seems to me like a gross exaggeration in most cases.
Let's see the next story. The next one is from Indiana.
It says, as you will, okay, blah blah blah. There's
been things happening that I can't explain and I cannot decipher.
After the last time, the house had remained kind of quiet,
or at least I had thought that is, until having
a conversation with my son and daughter, I found out
the exact opposite on Monday. Let me see, I just
want to make sure, yeah, okay. On Monday, I was
getting ready to leave and go to work as usual,
and I was running around trying to get the kids
ready to go to school. Jacob is seven and is
in the second grade and goes to school close to home.
And Emily is four and I have her in a
private Christian school since it is less expensive and having
her in daycare and she is learning, so I like
her being there. And as you well know, we are
a Christian family and believe in Jesus as our personal saviors.
So my kids, although they have excuse me, although they
have their own happenings with ghosts, they say they are angels.
At least my daughter says they are, and they've never
had any of them hurt and actually have helped them.
So the ones that I believe they are seeing are
guardian angels. Just a small story. I was in the
garden and I was trying to get rid of the
weeds when we got the house, and it had a
smell of cigarettes. The people that live here prior to
us would smoke in the house, and so of course
the house had that smell penetrating the walls and the carpeting.
And later when we had the carpets change and the
walls painted with some stuff that kills the smoke smell
and others, and now that is gone, but at the
time it was still there. So I had the windows open,
including the ones in the upstairs and that is where
the kids' bedrooms are at I was also or I
was in the garden and something told me to look up,
and I see my daughter standing at the window with
her head sticking out. My heart dropped and I thought
she's going to fall and break her head. I told her, Emily, sweetie,
why don't you come down here with mommy and help
me in the garden. I noticed that she looked back
as if someone was calling her, and then she looked
back at me, and then she moved away from the window.
I figured she's coming down as I told her, And
when she got to where I was, I saw I said, Emily,
I don't want to see you looking out the window.
You could you could fall and get hurt. And she
looked at me and smiled and said, don't worry, mommy.
He already told me not to because I could get hurt.
So that is why I came down as if nothing.
I said, oh, yeah, well who is he? And she said, oh,
silly mommy, my angel, and she got up and ran away.
I was frozen. So that is why I say there
are guardian angels. And well again back to the beginning.
I was getting ready for work and I went upstairs
to make sure my son had brushed his teeth. And
he looked at me and said, mommy, you know what
happened to me? And I said what? And he says,
I was using the bathroom and flush the toilet and
put the seat down and turned to brush my teeth,
and I felt as if someone was next to me,
and when I turned around, the seat was up. And
I looked at him and said, are you sure? And
he said yes, Mom. I even put it back down,
and when I turned around again, it was up. I
asked him if this was the only thing that had happened,
and he said no. He said, there's been other things
happening that he has seen and has been hearing noises
and step and steps, and at times he wants to
run down the stairs. I sent him back to I
sent him to bed on Sunday the day before this,
and he threw a fit and started crying, saying he
was scared and he wanted to sleep with me. And
I always read the Bible to them before I put
them to sleep out loud, and we pray as well.
And I really could not tell if he was scared
or just a tantrum so he could go to bed
with me. I don't know, you guys, what do you think.
I still can't seem to find any history on the
house or property. I don't know. Hard to say, hard
to say, I mean, benevolent presences are wonderful I'm not
sure about the whole toilet seat thing, though clearly it's
a guy. Clearly that spirit is a guy, because you know,
if it was female, it definitely would have wanted the
seat down. I've been in a lot of relationships, I
know how that works. So anyway, the next one's coming
out of New York ladies and gentlemen, and this one
is I've given up on trying to deny the fact
that my family seems to be haunted. Not our houses,
not the cities in which we live, but us. But
this was the worst thing I've ever encountered. Back in
the fall of two thousand and one, my sister, mom, dad,
and I had just moved to Cumberland Gap in Tennessee.
We lived in this really old white house. It had
plants grown all over the place and the paint was chipping,
but outside of that, it was really a beautiful house.
And it was old fashioned, and it had two stories,
and there was a door coming out of the upstairs
hallway that you could open and go out onto the
hill outside. The house was completely infested with fleas, but
we needed a place to live and we couldn't afford it,
so we just kept the air conditioner running as high
as we could to get could get, and they didn't
seem to bite as much. Okay, maybe if you make
them cold, they don't bite much. Huh. The first day
my sister and I were there, we had just come
back from vacation with my grandparents and our cat had
had kittens and they all had died. But we just
figured they crawled a bit and didn't make it after that,
and it didn't seem odd at all that they were
spread out across the house. But thinking about it now,
it kind of is. We were there a couple of
days and my sister and I started school. It was
a very small school, but our cousins went there too,
so it didn't seem as hard. And when I say small,
I don't mean only a few teachers. There weren't classrooms.
You know those wall type thingy pieces that are on
wheels and you move around. The walls of classrooms were
those I couldn't find. I could not my find my
way around at all unless I followed my classmates closely. Again,
I didn't think much of it at first that kids
started whispering, But then the bus stopped at our house,
and it's probably nothing but if they knew how creepy
this place was, it would have been nice for a warning.
My sister and I slept in our room a total
of five nights in that house. Our room had a
very creepy feeling to it, and I just didn't like
it at all. My sister, who is one of the
bravest people I know, didn't like it either, and we
started sleeping in the living room, her on the couch
and me on the floor. And I had horrible nightmares
every night in that house. There was a hole in
the living room floor big enough for you to sink
into if you stepped in it, and I remember one
night I was so scared for some reason I can't
remember that I ran to my parents' room and didn't
even ask before I climbed into bed with them, And
I noticed that their room felt weird too. Have ever
been in a really dark room and after a while
it looks like television fuzz looking at the wall or ceiling.
I'm hoping it was that, but that night I could
have sworn I saw little people crawling around. I absolutely
hate that house. We moved fairly quickly because my parents
were getting bad feelings too, and my dad is not
the kind of person to believe in anything remotely ghost like.
Do you think it was haunted or are we just paranoid?
Speaker 4: No?
Speaker 3: I think it sounds pretty haunted, you know, seeing creepy
things crawling around, even out of the corner of your eye.
If you see it enough, you got to kind of
start going, well, maybe something's really there. It sounds like
some kind of weird infestation. And I don't pretend to
know what they're dealing with there, But it killed all
the kittens as well. That's horrible, all throughout the house.
I don't understand. That's not good. The next one's coming
out of Tennessee. First, let me start off by giving
you a little bit of the history. I grew up
in a fairly good sized farm. Several of the children
built homes surrounding the main house and raised families of
their own. So in the late fifties, my older brother
built the blockhouse right next to the main house, and
he lived there several years before building a larger house
further away. Being recently divorced and now single, I moved
into the blockhouse in the late eighties or early nineties.
The blockhouse consisted of three rooms, and as you entered
the front door, you'd be in the main room, which
was a living room, dining or dining room, and to
the right of that you had a very small kitchen,
and further to the right was a small bedroom. Being
right beside the main house. There's no need for a bathroom.
And none of the interior doors had actual doors, or
none of the interior doors had actual doors. Okay, so
the doorframes were just open. Gotcha. Now, in most stories,
it takes a while before things start happening right wrong.
It started my first night there. Like I said, I
was single again, and I didn't need much furniture. All
the furniture I had to start was a bed, a table,
and one easy chair and a TV. You have to
have a TV. My first night there, I watched television
until about midnight, and then I went to bed. And
from the angle my bed sat, you could look out
into the bedroom door, through to the kitchen and into
the living room. And I lay there for a while
trying to sleep, and for whatever reason, opened my eyes
and looked towards the living room and saw a bright,
reddish orange glow. Thinking maybe the house was on fire,
I jumped up and ran into the living room. And
now remember this is a very small and it only
took a few seconds to make it to the living room.
And when I got there, nothing, no fire, no glow. Nothing. Well,
I lay back down and tried to sleep, and I
guess I dozed off for a while, because when I
woke up, the glow was back. I got up and
went to the living room, and again it was gone.
I sat down in the easy chair and stayed up
the rest of the night. I asked my brother about
it the next day, and he said he wasn't surprised.
He was not to be surprised. He was, he said,
was to be was to not be surprised at what
you might see or hear in that house. I guess,
don't be surprised at what you see or here and there.
Over the four or five years I lived in that house,
I heard many things, too many to count, but I
will tell two that stand out in my memory. The
first incident happened several times, but the most memorable was
after my nephew Lee moved in with me. Sorry, I
just said to look at the callboard. Lee had his
bed set up in the far left hand corner of
the living room, and one night we were watching TV.
I in my easy chair and Lee stretched out on
his bed, and I got up to go to the
kitchen for another cup of coffee. I've always been a
big coffee drinker. And as I took a step, something
underneath the floorboards pecked where my foot was. Another step,
another peck. Each step I took, I got another peck.
These pecks weren't very loud, you could barely hear them
over the television, but you could feel them on the
bottom of your feet. Well, I got my coffee and
came back and sat down. The pecks followed me all
the way to and from the kitchen, just to see
if it would happen again. I told Lee that I
had some cokes in the fridge and that he would
have he could have some if he wanted it. Lee
started in the kitchen and the same thing happened to him,
step peck, step peck. He looked at me, wild eyed
and exclaimed, what the Hell's going on? I just grinned.
Lee knew about the house too, but I think this
was the first time he experienced anything. The second thing
happened some time later. It was wintertime and me and
Lee was watching TV. That's what it says. Me and
Lee was watching TV. We had the door closed and
the fire going in the old warm morning stove. Right
in the middle of our show, there was a rap
on the front door, followed by two or three more.
It sounded like they were knocking on the glass of
the inner door. Well. I jumped up and ran to
the door, thinking something had happened to my mom in
the main house and that they might need help getting
her up off the floor or something. Then I got
to the door, nobody was there. I went and sat
back down, and Lee asked who was at the door,
and I told him no one. He then asked if
I had seen anyone running away, and I said no.
One knocked on the door because the outside screen door
was locked. We had an old fashioned screen door, not
a storm door, and it was impossible to knock on
the inside door without opening the screen door. Lee looked
at me and grinned, kind of sheepish like, and said,
we ain't going to be getting much sleep tonight, are we.
I moved out of the blockhouse in the mid nineties,
and it is set empty for several years, but has
now been renovated and has had a bathroom added. My
daughter is making plans to move into it. I wonder
how long that'll last. Yeah, I hope you warned her.
I don't know. That sounds like a creepy place. Good
luck to your daughter. Wow, I want to read this
first one. This sounds really cool. So this one has
to do with a mirror. This is coming out of
California and today I'm writing this on the account that
I've actually seen a ghost. If I had taken a
picture and was able to posted along with the story,
I would, And please, if you do not believe me,
then do not mock me. I'm posting the story because
I need help. About a few months ago, I was
staying up last late due to a party I had earlier,
and the caffeine from soda had finally kicked in and
I wasn't even tired. After hours of sitting in my
room and entertaining myself, I needed to go to the
bathroom after taking care of my business. I opened the
bathroom door and stepped out. And my house has a
lot of mirrors, one wall length in the bathroom and
one vanity mirror right outside the door and next to
my bedroom. So if you were to open the door,
the first thing you would see is your own reflection. However,
it was not me in the mirror, at least when
I turned the light off. I looked back from the
switch to the mirror and everything behind me was dark,
nothing but shadows. My bedroom door was open and let
light shine in the hall. I froze in the threshold
of the bathroom doorway, afraid to move. A girl I
didn't know was staring at me with an evil look
on her face. I slowly took a step towards my bedroom,
trying not to look in the mirror. Unfortunately, I have
an insatiable curiosity and did not look away. After making
it to my room, I thought maybe it was my
mind playing tricks on me, and I turned out my
PC off and then my light, and I ran to
my bed and hopped in, and I hated what I saw. Next.
She was in my bedroom mirror and had a full
length view of her. She smiled at me, not kindly, though,
and after three hours of thinking it was just my imagination,
it's too wild for me sometimes, I started to doze off,
and before I completely fell asleep, I felt a sharp
pain on my chest and sprung awake, the girl was
at my bedside. I thought I was dreaming, but when
I woke up the next morning, I had a round
scar where I felt the pain. Please help me. I
can't turn to family since I'm the only one who
has seen her, and the fact that I have disorders,
none of which have to do with being crazy. But
if I were to tell them, they would think I'm
trying to draw attention to myself and scold me. Every
month it gets worse, and now I'm afraid to be
alone in a room with a mirror or have to
turn on a light in a dark room that has
a mirror in it. I've never been so scared before,
and it takes a bit a lot to scare me.
So please, if you have any advice, let me know.
You might want to get rid of some mirrors. I'm thinking.
You know, mirrors are mystical objects ladies and gentlemen, and
they can serve as portals. They can you know, not
all mirrors are portals, though, I mean it's not, it
doesn't work like that, but some of them can be,
and I you know, usually it's it's by by ritual
that they can be made, you know, into into portals.
But and they can also buy ritual be unmade. You know,
you can there. You know, just look, if you have
a mirror in your house and you're pretty sure something
creepy is going on with it, just follow the you know,
your faith in that. Look look to people in your faith.
But there are ways to close those kind of things
and to seal them. That's really creepy. I don't know.
If I looked into mirror and saw somebody else but
me looking back, I'd have real problems with that, and
I would have one less mirror in my house, I'll
guarantee you that. But yes, it's kind of a it's
kind of a dark thing. Usually, I think I don't
think that those are generally good things. I don't think mirrors,
as as portals are, are a good thing, at least
not in the hands of you know, just every day people. Now,
there are you know, there are practices in which utilize
mirrors for scrying and stuff like that. And that's not
dark or horrible, it's just it's what the hell are
they called. I'm trying to remember there's a specific name
for using a mirror for scrying, and god, I almost
had it. It's on the tip of my tongue. But
it's a practice that's been dated all the way back
to ancient Egypt, and it's been used in even some
modern modalities in terms of helping people with grief. Something
obnitarium or something like that. I can't remember the name.
It's escaped me, but people have reported sitting in a
darkened room with like a candle light or like a
five watt light bulb, so the room is black. You
sit in a comfortable chair with a real small light
behind you, like a night light kind of light or
a candle, and then you look into a mirror that's
got a little bit of an angle to it, so
you're not seeing your own reflection. But people have reported
talking to loved ones and having conversations and having some
really healing experiences, you know, when grieving over lost loved ones.
So apparently there's some really cool things that can happen
as a result of that. But again, you know, don't
play with things you don't understand, dude, I'm not encouraging that.
What the hell is it called, though, I can't remember.
Somebody a sanitarium. No, it's not a sanitarium, it's a
I can't remember it's close though. It's a damn it.
What is that called? I got to look it up
now because it's going to drive me crazy. Anybody in
the check got it? Or are you going to make
me Google? Or actually I'm using the Kojia again. It's
a search engine that as you use it, it's supposed to
plant trees. So I think that's pretty cool. And you know,
it basically uses the same databases as Google. Google anyway,
as far as I can tell, I don't see a
lot of difference. But mirror scrying, scrying name what is
it called? Again? Blah blah blah blah blah. I got
to see what it is. Darn it. I know this
name too. It's gonna drive me crazy until I until
I find out this title again, something auditarium or something
I can't remember. Erg what is this called? Nobody in
there come googling it? Sorry, guys, I just got to
know now because I'm it's driving me crazy. Oh no,
oh it's not. I got a bad page here, nothing
helping me there, And now there's a using and empowering
a black mirror. Really well, there you go. Yeah, there's
anything you can find. It's a I don't know, and
I'm not finding it, darn it. Well, I hope some
hope somebody in the in the chat will will help
me out here. Because it's an ablitarium. It's ends in arrium.
I just can't remember it. So if somebody in the
chat can find it out, that'd be great. I don't
want to sit and google for five minutes during the show.
Damn it, it'll come to me and as soon enough.
But yeah, mirrors can be very mystical objects. They can
be portals. They can be you know, ways that spirits
can enter and leave. But and sometimes those can happen inadvertently,
but usually it's by desire that they're created as portals. So,
but they can be uncreated and sealed as well. So
don't feel like, you know, if you feel you have
a mirror that's been allowing entrance of dark things into
your house, you can close that door. Let's see the
next one. There's this one's coming from California. It's not
too long. I think we can read this one. About
three years ago, I was viting my visiting my great
uncle's grave. Now I was leaving him for his favorite
flowers and an American flag, and I stood there for
a while, talking to his stom tombstone, hoping he would
know I was still visiting. I'd only met him once,
but I admired him and wouldn't forget him. A lot
of people think he died in war, but he didn't,
only of natural causes. It began to rain, and I
love the rain, but still wanting a jacket since I
was wearing a thin shirt. And after about two minutes,
my shoulders were becoming visible through my shirt and suddenly
feeling dry and warm. I looked up to see a
boy smiling at me, and he told me I would
catch cold if I stood in the rain like that,
so I accepted his gesture. After I finished my visit,
I walked back to the gate together, and he offered
to walk me back to my grandparents, since he was
afraid I would be hurt if I were walking alone.
After an hour of walking, my mom drove up near
us and motioned for me to get in the car,
and she said she was just about to come and
get me. And I tried to give the boy his
jacket back. He rejected me, waved goodbye, and walked off.
I entered the car and drove home with my mom.
The next day, I was cleaning my clothes when I
came across his jacket and decided to wash it and
return it to him. And I checked the pockets of
the jacket and found the address written on it. And
after Washington washing it, I headed to the street that
was on the paper, only only a one lane road
and one house. I knocked on the door, and after
a few seconds a woman opened the door. I smiled
and told her that her son had loaned me his
jacket last night, and that I wanted to give it
back to him. She broke out in tears and looked
down at me, enraged. She scolded me and thought I
was mocking her. I told her I didn't know what
she meant, and she burst out crying even harder. She
looked at me, this time with happiness. I was shocked
at what she told me. Next, she said her son
died a year ago, yesterday, and he couldn't possibly have
given me his jacket. But what she said after that
was even weirder, was the jacket he wore the night
he died. I ended up keeping the jacket and going
back home to California. It's now my favorite jacket. Occasionally
I see the boy. He follows me around when I'm
in Indiana, and I've also gotten into more trouble after that,
more near death experiences. And even when I was flying
back to Indiana last week, our plane almost crashed. We
were in Indiana Air at the time, and I was asleep,
and when turbulence happened, I woke and next to me
in the empty seat was the boy, his hand on mind,
and after a minute or so we regained at altitude
and everything was okay. After we gaining altitude, though, he
was gone. That night, when I was using my mom's
laptop in the basement while watching my baby cousin Garrett,
he appeared. He smiled, kissed my forehead, and left again.
He always appears when I'm in Indiana and places a
hand on mine before disappearing. So tell me, do you
think this ghost is just following me or something? You know?
This is one of those stories that it's I don't know.
I don't know if I can buy it, to be
honest with you, It's just it's just way too convenient,
and it follows so many urban legends in its narrative
that I think this is just a piece of creative writing.
I mean, not that it's impossible. I don't mean to
imply that, but you know, come on, I don't know
if this one just sits sideways for me, I'm sorry,
I don't buy it. I think that's made up. It's
just too convenient. It's just like, oh, he's everywhere. It's
like your own personal super ghost. I don't know. All right,
I'm giving you one more, ladies and gentlemen, But because
I can't end on a bad story like that, I
just don't believe that last one at all. I think
it's just way too convenient. So when I was fifteen,
we lost our home and had to move in with
my aunt, and it was definitely a full house, a
lot of cousins along with my grandmother, my brother, and
myself all living together. I started noticing a lot of
strange things almost immediately after staying there, doors opening and
closing on their own footsteps, moving up and down the
stairs at night, etc. However, the most memorable to me
took place one afternoon while I was downstairs in the
den area. There were only two bedrooms downstairs, one at
the bottom of the staircase and the other at the
end of the hallway in front of the den. I
was in the den with my cousin Mark, his girlfriend
and her two kids, and my other two cousins, Kaya
and Tawana Tawana Tawana ta w A, and except for
my aunt who was upstairs asleep, we were the only
ones in the house. We were playing cards and listening
to the stereo that was in Mark's room, the room
in front of the den, and then out of nowhere,
we all heard loud, crashing sounds, stopping the music. Everyone
jumped up in shock. Mark and I started to head
for his bedroom when his girlfriend yelled out, who is that.
Everyone looked towards the room at the bottom of the stairs,
but nobody was there. She said that when we all
got up and after the loud noise, she had seen
someone walk out of that room and up the stairs.
No one else had seen it, but we all split
up and Mark and I going to his room while
the girls went to check the upstairs. When we got
into his room, we were in total shock when we
saw h stereo. It was on the floor and it
had a big dent in the back of it, as
if someone had hit it or something. It had been
on the same spot for years and had never fallen
or been moved before. Just a few moments after our discovery,
the girls came back downstairs, also in shock. They told
us that my aunt was still deep in her sleep
and that no one else was in the house. None
of us could explain what had just happened. That was
the most interesting thing to have happened to me while
staying there. And I haven't been there in a few years,
but my aunt still lives there. Maybe one day I'll
go back and visit to see if any there's still
any activity. Very cool, very cool story. It's possible maybe
someone didn't like the loud music. So I love you all.
Be good, be kind, be nice, take care of each other,
help each other out, find the magic and every day
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