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I'm your host, Nick Ryan. Let's begin tonight's journey with Mr,
who calls their experience University demon attachment. M R says,
Dear Nick, the following is an experience I had in
my third year of undergraduate studies at university in New Brunswick, Canada,
and it spanned a two year period. I am generally
a skeptic. While I have always wanted to believe, I
had never had any personal experiences before this that I
could say for certain were in fact paranormal and that
couldn't be explained rationally until this experience, and I haven't
really had any strong experiences since. However, I know this happened,
and I know it was scary. It's a long story
that has parts to it, so I will break it
into manageable sections. This is the introduction. After having spent
two years in the university dorms, my dorm neighbor and
I were excited to be moving out on our own.
We would have control over our diet and environment, and
it would just feel nice to have kind of a
home away from home rather than that dormitory institution situation.
A friend of mine who had just graduated, had been
living in an apartment above the student run art gallery,
which was down near the train tracks. I had visited
her for dinner a few times and it seemed cozy
in a run down, artistic student sort of way. I
was studying fine arts and it felt like somehow this
starving artist vibe would, you know, help me be a
better artist. But I was young and had stupid ideas. Anyway,
they were moving out. It was cheap and cool, so
we wanted to move in. I was also dealing with
some spiritual questioning. I had spent the summer reading religious
texts like the Bible and the Buddhist texts, all spurred
on by reading Siddhartha by Hesse and having a battle
with an eating disorder, and still struggling with that. I
was leaning towards the attraction of asceticism. I don't know why,
looking back. I had always had some body image issues
growing up in the nineteen nineties, but also a schoolmate
of mine, I grew up in a small town in
British Columbia, died of anorexia at the age of fourteen.
I was thirteen, and now, knowing that it's a social contagion,
I think this added to that kind of thing. So
while this might seem like an aside this my set
does play into the paranormal events that were to occur.
The layout of this apartment was as follows. The art
gallery was below and there were three or four units
above it, side by side, accessed by a long outside
staircase and a deck. The front door of the apartment
led to a long hallway, at the end of which
was a small bathroom. On the left of the hallway
were three bedrooms. Mine was first, the second was for
a friend who stayed for a while but then decided
to leave because they liked the dorm better, and the
third was my friend Jay's. On The right of the
hallway was a small living area and then a kitchen.
The kitchen and living area were connected by a kind
of open pantry. There were also windows in every bedroom
looking out over the marsh and the train tracks, and
windows in the kitchen and living room. Besides being a
little run down from student use. It was quite roomy
and comfortable, as is common on the East Coast. However,
there was a mildew issue. The bedrooms had mildew on them,
so we decided to do a bit of a renovation.
This next part of my story, I'm going to call
Kenneth Jay and I decided to tear down some of
the drywall in our rooms that were moldy. I replastered,
albeit badly, but she never got around to fixing hers,
leaving her wall kind of a lathe and plaster beare.
I was being crazy and I painted my floor an
ice brown. The walls were white and everything else was clean.
I had a big closet so I could hide everything
in there, but I didn't want to spend money on
a mattress, so I got some cinder blocks and a
piece of plywood, and I decided that that would be
my bed. To be more ascetic. Now, besides this ascetic
and eating disorder behavior and some emotional difficulties from my
female cycle, I'm a pretty normal person, and despite trying
to access spiritual planes, I was still a skeptic at heart.
My friend, on the other hand, is indigenous, and she
seems to be more in tune with spiritual thing. To
my mind, I thought she was making it up a
little bit. That was always my private position when someone
told me about a paranormal experience, I always just kind
of thought they were convincing themselves with their imagination or
wishful thinking, et cetera. Since I never experienced anything for myself,
I figured it was all made up to some degree. Anyway,
I knew my friend was a little gullible in this way.
So when she painted her door and the name Kenneth appeared,
I took it as an opportunity to play a little
joke on her. I said, ooh, maybe your room is
haunted by Kenneth. As an art student, I knew that
if you paint with acrylic over something written in pencil
or pen, the pencil or pen will show through. I
laughed at it, but she took it kind of seriously
on a light level. Now, my friend Jay, to my mind,
was a bit of a scatterbrain, intended to lose things,
including my things, which I found a little annoying. So
when she told me that she'd put a hat or
a scarf for something on her bed and it then
went missing, I just chalked it up to her being
a flake, and I didn't think much of it. She, however,
would blame Kenneth, and I would just laugh and encourage
her because I thought it was fun to imagine a haunting.
I've always been fascinated by the paranormal and I wanted
an experience, so joking about it was as close as
I could get. I figured. The first semester was pretty decent.
We had a lot of fun, hosted breakfast parties and
enjoyed our autonomy, and besides missing things, everything seemed fine.
But then came the Christmas break disaster. I went home
for Christmas. It's a fourteen hour travel to BC from
New Brunswick, so it's quite a journey, and I had
a good Christmas resting and catching up with my family. However,
the night before I was scheduled to leave home for
school again, a friend of mine called me to tell
me that a very close friend of mine had been
in an avalanche and was on life support. In shock,
I said, oh, my god, is he going to be okay?
But she said, no, you don't understand, he's already dead.
I was devastated. I wanted to go down to the
ICU at the hospital and say goodbye, but my mom
advised against it. She's not someone that understands the importance
of closure. And also it was night, snowing and a
somewhat dangerous drive down to the hospital, plus I had
to leave early the next morning. This was a friend
who had been very close to since I'd moved to
town at the age of twelve. Part of me was
in love with him, and part of him was in
love with me, but we had always been somewhat star
crossed for some reason, though I always had this feeling
about him, like I was worried about him, and I
could never say why. But when this happened, that feeling
made sense. He was only twenty when he died. We
hadn't ended things between us well, and that alone haunted me.
I had to go back to school and move on,
but no one around me knew my friend. They didn't
understand what I was going through. I myself didn't fully
understand how great works through the body the way it
does at that age, so I felt very isolated in
my grief and it started showing up as depression and
emotional outbursts. In my second semester because of my grief.
I did a lot of calling out to the unknown.
Part of me asked to join him, and part of
me asked for help from who knows what. I was
very alone and I had no one to turn to.
I didn't think of a counselor or anything. I just
spiraled down into darkness. My work suffered, my friendship suffered,
and I had a really hard time keeping it together.
One night, I decided to cut my hair really short.
It was really long at the time, and I just
decided that I had to cut it off like it
would be cathartic. It only made things worse and made
it harder for me to feel like myself. I was
a mess and I was very vulnerable. Meanwhile, my friend
Jay began to report that she was starting to feel
like something was touching her at night in her room.
This escalated to the point where she was feeling violated
and she was getting scared to go to bed at night.
I was concerned for her. This sounded scary, but again
I sort of thought that this was at tension seeking
behavior and that it couldn't possibly be real, or maybe
it was a reoccurring dream. This had been going on
for a while and she didn't want to sleep in
her room anymore, so, thinking that sleeping on a mattress
for a change would be nice, I offered to sleep
in her room for her, and despite my horrible plywood bed,
she agreed and thanked me. Now, one thing that I'd
experienced up until this point was that whenever I had
to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night,
I could hear something clicking coming from her room. I
knew that it was likely the baseboard heater, but it
always made me feel uneasy whenever I walked past her room.
But I've always been a little scared of the dark,
so I just figured that that's what it was. But
then came my terrifying experience. So one night we switched rooms.
It was February in New Brunswick, that means negative for
forty degree weather, despite it being cold outside, though we
were above the art gallery so it didn't get too
too cold at night in our apartment, and I often
turned the heater down or even off at night. I
did this in her room, and I cracked open the
window about an inch because I liked sleeping in cooler environments.
I was tired and very much looking forward to sleeping
in a comfortable bed. I thought that I was getting
a sweet deal for free. I fell asleep quite quickly
and was very comfortable and happy. I think my friend
also had Christmas lights in the room, and I'm pretty
sure that I left those on as well, because the
were a cozy glow to sleep too. So I slept
soundly until I woke up to the sound of the
heater clicking and feeling very hot in the room. I
opened my eyes briefly to check the heater was off
and the window was still open, and both of these
things were as I had left them, but the heater
was clicking anyway. I was so cozy though, that despite
being annoyed by the heat, I fell quickly back into
a doze, and as I was drifting off, I said
to myself, Oh, yeah, I forgot about the ghost. And
I then laughed a bit to myself and I settled
my mind back down again. Then I had a kind
of dream. In this dream, I got up to check
the heater and it was on, so I turned it
down and I got back into bed. Then I heard
a voice, like a man's voice, say, Hey, you're not Jay.
I laughed and said yes, I am I just cut
my hair. Then the voice said, we'll see about that.
At that my mind kind of woke up, and I
said to myself, Okay, very funny, stop making stuff up.
Let it go and go back to sleep. So at
this point I was fully mentally awake. I was lying
on my stomach with my head turned to the right.
My right hand was under my pillow and my left
hand was down pulm up alongside my leg. The door
and the heater were on my right, the window was
on my left. This is when I suddenly felt like
something pressed down on the palm of my hand. Now
at this point, I'm really awake, but I haven't moved yet. Now,
I've had a lot of muscle spasms in the past,
and that's kind of what I felt like this was.
So I quickly told myself it was a muscle spasm
and I tried to ignore it. But then quite suddenly,
from the bottom left corner of the bed, I feel
something jump onto the bed about the size of a cat,
and it then ran up to the back of my head.
I was paralyzed with fear at this point, and whatever
this thing was then scratched at the blanket by my head,
and it made a growling and hissing noise. I then
felt it leave, like a cat getting off the bed. However,
we never had animals or rats or anything. After it left,
I managed to open my eyes and look around, but
I saw nothing, and I then gathered all my strength
to get up and walk down the hallway, which seemed
like the longest hallway on earth. I felt like I
was going to pass out, and I remember thinking to
myself that my whole perception of existence had just changed
for ever. And I ran crying into my plywood bed
with my friend and I told her about what happened. Now.
I assumed that that would be the one and only experience.
I thought that telling my friend and crying about it,
that that would be it an isolated thing. But no,
we both began to feel and sense things right then
and there. It felt like something was trying to touch
our feet, and we both began to hear a voice
in our head that wasn't our own, and it was
saying things in a way that we wouldn't say it.
It was kind of vulgar and masculine. Never in my
life had I experienced anything like this, nor could I
have ever imagined it, having never heard anything like this
or seen anything like this in films. Even we made
it through the night, and we promptly decided to stay
at a friend's house for a while. This friend of
ours dabbled in reikie and tried to cleanse us. However,
she felt quite ill dealing with us, and she had
trouble getting permission from me to cleanse me. I think
that because of the mental anguish that I was in
and my skepticism, my soul wasn't very accessible. My parents
were very understanding and believed us. They thought that we
should move out, but there wasn't much we could do,
having signed a contract and we only had a few
months left of school. So after two weeks we went
back to the apartment and slept in my room together
for quite a while. My friend eventually decided to sleep
in her room once again when she had a boyfriend,
but she still struggled with feeling violated on some nights.
We were vegan at the time, but there were times
in the kitchen where I'd smell rotten meat in places
where it wouldn't be like not in the fridge, garbage
or the sink, but just like in the middle of
the room or the pantry, and then it would move around.
One evening, we were having tea at the kitchen table
when a wooden spoon flew out from a container of
utensils on the top shelf. The container was an old
ice cream tub crammed with a bunch of stuff, so
in theory, if one of them were taken out, everything
would spill. But it was just the one spoon and
it clattered to the floor in the midd of the kitchen.
We then yelled stop Kenneth, which probably was not a
good idea. Another time, we were sitting in the living room.
We usually avoided talking about Kenneth by this point because
whenever we did, weird things would happen, or I would
feel like something brushed up against the left side of
my head and it creeped me out. However, this time
we talked about it a little, and we both heard
someone run down the hall like small feet, and then
there was a bizarre swirl of light in the living
room and we both saw it. I had never seen
anything like that before, and we then looked at each
other to confirm that we both experienced it. I slept
in her room again for a few times, I was
surrounded with salt and various amulets for protection. But one
night she saw a large shadow figure and I felt
someone tap me hard on the head another night, even
though my head was covered with my sleeping bag and
there was nothing behind me. Then came the end of
the year and we all happily moved away for the summer,
and for some reason, we had plans to return to
the apartment later, or at least I did. Again, I
spent the summer soul searching, still feeling down and troubled.
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to the following year. Two weeks before my final year
at school, I took a fourteen day meditation workshop at
a Tibetan Buddhist monastery on Cape Breton Island. It's a
beautiful place and an interesting practice, but I'll focus on
the paranormal stuff. While I was there, we slept in
these kind of cubbies on the floor, and often as
I was falling asleep I would feel something run up
the left side of me and hiss into my ear.
One morning, however, I heard something like this, but there
was a pause in the running. It was a little different,
and when I opened my eyes there was a chipmunk.
I was delighted, and I figured out that this must
have been what was running around at night, and the
hissing sound must have been my imagination. A friend of
mine at the workshop offered to do some energy work
on me, kind of like a past life regression type thing,
after I had told some of them about my ghost story.
This was an interesting experience, but again I was skeptical.
The night after that happened, though, I had a really
terrifying dream. In the dream, I was in a room
and I saw my friend who had passed away. I
was so happy to see him. I ran to him
and hugged him and I was going to kiss him,
and I was crying with joy to see him. But
as we were hugging, I remembered that he was dead,
and I pulled away to see this large baby type figure.
It kind of had a huge head, big red lips,
and sharp teeth. It was kind of a baby shaped head,
but big, like over half its whole size. It had large, bluish,
creepy eyes, and it was wearing a kind of diaper.
I was terrified. I screamed and tried to turn on
the light, but it didn't work and I woke up. However,
I woke up into a different dream, and this happened
over almost five different dream levels. I would wake up
startled but happy that this was just a dream. I'd
feel uneasy and try to turn on a light, but
then the light wouldn't turn on, and then I would
encounter something crazy, and then I would wake up into
a different dream. This all happened until morning, when I
finally woke up. I believe that what I saw was
the shape of this demon thing that seemed to be
following me, but it was just a dream, right Well,
when I eventually got back to school, I realized how awful.
The apartment was almost like I had a spell on
me before that I couldn't see how horrible it was
when I first moved in, and I just had to
get out of there. I found a really nice, almost
new apartment above the post office, and I got to
live alone, which was nice because I was having such
a hard time dealing with other people in my emotional state.
I enjoyed being alone and having my own space. I
was still sleeping on the floor, though, but mostly because
it seemed wasteful to spend three hundred dollars on a
mattress which I would only be using for one year.
Back in the two thousands, this was a lot of money. Well,
one day, when I was all set up in my
new apartment, I got home and closed the door and
I said to myself, phew, I'm all alone now. But
then a voice that wasn't my own in my head
said except for me. I quickly told myself, however, that
I made that up and ignore it. I still would
get this chill on the left side of my head occasionally,
and I couldn't talk about the experience without feeling spooky,
so I would avoid it. However, nearly every night as
I was just falling asleep, I would feel something run
up my left side and hiss in my ear. This
was not a chipmunk. I guess I just got used
to this. But my mood remained low and I remained
in a dark place. And while I was always interested
in dark topics and the paranormal, like X Files type things,
I was not a dark person. So this was hard.
I didn't feel like myself. I felt very lost, classic
twenty one year old I know, but still it was
a hard time. As I said, I just kind of
lived with this thing and I tried to ignore it.
It didn't bother me too much. I had bad dreams,
but maybe I didn't think my mood could be linked
to it. Finally, I graduated and I moved back home.
I started exercising, mountain biking and rock climbing. These things
got my mind off everything. But as with all exercise,
one gets sore, and a massage is a good idea,
and my right shoulder muscle had been bothering me. My
mom had seen a massage therapist in town and had
recommended her highly, and my mom, who barely believes in anything,
said that this woman was a little weird. She had
kind of read my mom's mind about a symbolic dream
that she'd had about a raven. My mom was a
bit taken aback by that, and she said that it
was interesting. I actually didn't give it much thought, though,
since a lot of people seem to pretend to be mediums,
and I had seen some people about tarot and palm
reading and stuff since, and they all seem to be
pretty inaccurate. So I was just in it for the massage.
She was indeed a good messuse, and I was enjoying
the experience. When she asked me what was up with
my left shoulder. I was surprised and a little annoyed
because it was my right shoulder muscles that were actually
bothering me. So I just told her that my shoulder
muscles were always tense, but that it was my right
shoulder that was causing me t But then she said,
I'm not talking about your muscles. There's something on your
left shoulder, a presence. I see it, like a kind
of mist. What is that? I was so shocked, and
I then told her my story, and she then told
me that it was likely a gollum that had attached
itself to me and was sucking my energy. She then
muttered some words over me and told me that that
evening I was to tell this thing that it wasn't
welcome and to go into the light and to surround
myself with light, et cetera. So I did what she said.
As I did this, I felt it resist I could
hear it again, and I felt the left side of
my head tingling. I was scared, but she said not
to be scared, so I tried really hard to just
be firm, and after a bit of a storm, I've
never felt it again since. I know this story was
a little long, but I think it's important to share
all the details so that people understand that these things
are not made up. They really happen, and there really
is another dimension out there. I just can't explain it
any other way. I haven't had many experiences since. I
believe that a part of myself has closed itself off
from other realms due to the fear I experienced, but
I believe that's okay. Thank you so much for reading
and sharing if you do, and everyone's stories are truly fascinating.
Kind regards m R. Before I bring tonight's episode to
an end, I'd like to thank m R. For coming
forward with their experience, and of course I truly appreciate
each and every one of you for listening and showing
your support. With that said, I hope you all 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, please remember, don't wait for the unknown
to come to you, get out there and find.
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