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Welcome once again to Paranormal Mysteries, and thank you for
joining me. As always, I'm your host, Nick Ryan. Our
first encounter of the night comes to us from Robert,
and this is his story. I have submitted two other
stories to your program in the past. I live in Tucson, Arizona.
I have been keeping this story to myself for years
because I had no idea what was going on at
the time. Now I at least have a guess. This
would be a true paranormal mystery. In twenty fourteen, I
lived in a very small house with two friends. The
situation was causing a great deal of tension between us,
and we were always arguing. I had to kick them
both out to try to regain some peace in my
life because the living situation had become chaotic. I am
not proud of how I handled it at the time,
but I was very stressed. The joy of living alone
with just my cats was overwhelming. I cannot tell you
how happy I was at this time. I felt free
and overjoyed, which is why What happened next was so perplexing.
About a week after my roommates were gone, I began
experiencing pounding throughout the house. It started one night with
pounding on the roof directly above me as I lay
in bed trying to go to sleep. It was a
series of three bangs. I remember thinking that it was odd,
but I ignored it. Then it continued to happen every
night when I would be in different rooms, and even
during the day, sometimes multiple time time throughout the day,
but I still ignored it. Soon I'd be sitting in
my living room and there would be three loud knocks
on my door. That's when I'd jump up to check,
only to find that no one was there. This escalated
to the banging on my front door early in the morning,
making me leap out of bed. It was a loud,
angry banging, like maybe police would do. It was scary.
I'd always go outside and look around, but there was
never anyone around. As time went on, the banging would
be on the walls of the house. Three loud bangs
on the wall, then three on the door, then three
on the roof. There was no pattern, but it wouldn't
go on for long. One morning, the scariest of all
these times, the banging was right next to my head
as I was sleeping. I remember leaping out of bed
and throwing my pillow and blanket across the room. I
was terrified. This happened a few more times over the
next few days, but usually the pounding would not get
that close to me. The reason that I chose to
ignore was because I was at such a happy time
in my life. I couldn't understand why this was happening
or what was causing it. After about a month, it
began tapering off, and eventually it stopped for good. Over
time thinking about what had happened, my guess was that
maybe the anger from my two roommates had manifested into
some sort of psychic energy that was being directed at me.
I've never experienced anything like that before or after. Thank
you for letting me share this story. I love your show.
All the best to you and all the listeners. Our
next experience comes to us from Jason and Jason's story
is called Horror on the Hill. Jason says, Nick, I'm
a magnet for paranormal activity, but I fear that this
story is far greater than me I lived in Holland,
New York, on fifteen acres of land a home that
resembles the Amityville Horror House. Our house was built in
nineteen eighty five across the street from the original family's farmhouse.
The father gave both his son's land to build their homes,
and they built two homes across the street from the farm.
During the build of both of those homes, the one
brother had brought his kids and wife up to the
house while he worked on it. Later that day, while
driving back to their home in the city, he inadvertently
entered the wrong lane of the freeway and they ended
up in a head on collision, killing his wife and
two kids. After this tragic loss, he lost interest in
everything and even abandoned the house build, leaving the house
to sit empty for several years. Finally, a new couple
bought the house and finished construction and moved in. However,
they moved out in less than two years, and that's
when we bought it and moved in. This house is cursed,
in my opinion. Immediately we were noticing odd sounds around
the house and muffled voices we would hear running up
and down the basement stage, and upon inspecting the basement,
nothing was there. On another occasion, we heard what sounded
like all of our stacked wood in the basement that's
used to heat the house being hurled against the basement wall. Immediately,
we thought the cats had knocked down the ten cords
of wood in an avalanche of sorts. So I ran
downstairs and I found nothing out of place. Late at night,
we would also hear what sounded like a hammer hitting
the support poles in the basement, but again there was
nothing down there. On another occasion, I came in from
work after working the midnight shift, and my mother was
getting ready to leave for work. She comes up to
me and says, I think someone is in the basement,
and I'm like, huh, but then she says, shh, listen.
There was unusual noises, and then suddenly I heard someone
run down the basement stairs, and then our basement door
leading outside slam shot. I ran to our kitchen to
look down at the basement door, and there wasn't a
soul around. No one could have disappeared that quick as
it was all open farm fields. Well, I hesitantly went
down the basement stairs and looked around but there was nothing.
So I came upstairs and I closed the door behind me,
and I said mom. But I didn't finish my statement
because all of a sudden, someone ran down the stairs. Again.
I whipped open the door, but no one was there.
If we were in the living room, that basement door
would open, and then the patio door would open and
then slam shot. We never witnessed the actual doors opening
or closing. We only would hear it, and of course
we would run to inspect it, and there was nothing
in sight. The activity grew bolder late at night. It
would open our bedroom doors and say our names. It
would repeat our name until we answered, and when we
did answer, it would close the door gently. The scary
part is it used familiar family voices. Another incident happened
in my bedroom. As I was getting undressed. I heard
a king on metal sound. I stopped and looked, thinking
that I popped a button or something, but I hadn't.
I continued to undress until I saw the handle to
my closet moving slowly left to right. The handle was
making the ping sound as it hit the strike plate.
I stood there in disbelief, watching this handle go left
to right, not comprehending what I was seeing until the
door opened an inch and then it closed again. It
did this twice. The scary part is that my bedroom
door is diagonal from the closet, so how was I
going to get out of the bedroom. Eventually I worked
up the nerve and slammed my hand against the closet
and I whipped my bedroom door open. Then I shouted
for my younger brother, Yes, younger and much braver brother.
He ran up and asked me what was wrong, and
I told him. He laughed and then opened the closet door,
but his laughter stopped when he noticed the attic door
in the ceiling was open and the light was now on.
You see, no one ever went up there, because in
a can't fit through the space, only a small kid
or maybe a skinny teenager. My brother then got the
step ladder and he slowly stuck his head up into
the attic, and all I could think of was the
worst thing When he did that, everything runs through your
mind when you're anticipating the worst. In the end, though
not a thing was up there, we had so many
family members doubt our stories of what was happening, until,
of course, they witnessed it themselves. My grandmother was so
shook up when she stayed at our house that when
we came home from the Irish Festival, she said that
we needed to get a priest to bless the house.
She told us that she had heard someone come out
of the basement and then a voice called her by
name twice. Surely, surely, she told us that it was
her mother's voice. However, Nana had been dead for twenty
three years. We eventually sold the home, not because of
the haunting, but just to downsize from thirty eight hundred
square feet. Every person after us who bought that house
sold that house in less than two years. I learned
through neighbors they all said the house was evil and
they couldn't take it any more. My belief is that
the house is haunted not only by the guy's wife
and kids, but also some demonic force that's been on
the land up there for generations. Why do I think this, Well,
do you remember Elizabeth Montgomery, the actress in Bewitched, Well,
she did a movie on her neighbor's house called the
Gale Wolfer Story. It was about a realtor showing a
house and a home invader comes in and shoots both
her and the house's owner. Look it up, it's crazy.
The murderer was a reserve deputy sheriff. Another neighbor named
Jim Strab put his kids on the school bus and
then walked back into his house and went into the
kitchen where his wife was eating breakfast, and he shot
her and then took his own life. Another neighbor, mister Beeler,
hung himself in his garage, and just a few houses away,
a kid that was in my school hung himself. The
entire hill is evil, but I feel the portal is
at the old house. What are your theories? This next
experience comes to us from Sandra, and although similar to
our last experience in its title and some of its phenomena,
there is actually no connection. This sort of thing happens
sometimes when I'm putting an episode together. It's as if
certain experiences just want to be grouped in the same episode,
even if I received them at completely different times. For instance,
the last experience that I just read and this experience
I'm about to read were submitted almost a year apart
and come from two very different parts of the country.
You'd be surprised at how frequently this actually happens. I
find this extremely interesting. Anyway, Let's get on with our
next experience. Like I said, this experience comes to us
from Sandra, and Sandra calls it the Haunted House on
the Hill. Sandra shared a previous experience in episode four
fifty four, regarding a bizarre encounter with a dark glob
that both she and her reeltor encountered while touring a
house for sale in New Mexico. This is a follow
up to that experience. Sandra says, I didn't think too
much about the dark glob house afterwards. Sure, I told
my family and friends about that very strange encounter that
caused my realtor in me to run from the empty
house for sale, But I was focused on finding the
right house and a job in my new town. Within days,
I did find a custom house that was built in
nineteen sixty nine, far away from the dark glob house.
It was within walking distance to ancient petroglyphs that were
carved under rocks. My offer was accepted, and until the
purchase closed thirty days later, I stayed at a nearby hotel.
The realtor was with me every time we visited the
house for inspections, the appraisal and repairs are requested. This
was the same realtor who showed me the Dark Glob house.
The current owner of the custom built house was a
single woman in her lage sixties. She lived with her
teenage grandson and had just bought the house a few
months earlier before putting it back up for sale. I
asked her where her new house was. She said it
was close by and it was very similar, but she
did not want to continue living in this house. I
didn't ask why. I didn't want to pry. I should
have excited about my new house. I went to a
store across town to buy some new sheets for my
bed that was still in storage, along with the rest
of my belongings. Interestingly enough, the store was within a
few blocks of the Dark Glob House. As I neared
the store, I felt the stinging sensation on my stomach.
What was that an insect bite? It burned like crazy.
I quickly found the sheets I wanted and immediately returned
to the hotel. The burning sensation on my stomach would
not stop. I looked at it in the mirror. At
the top of my stomach were four red indentations in
a semicircle. I thought to myself, am I seeing human
teeth marks? I had heard of this thing happening to others,
but never to me. Thankfully, though, the marks disappeared fairly quickly,
and I put the incident behind me. I closed on
the house at the end of March twenty twenty. Unfortunately,
though the pandemic was in its infancy, the three promising
office jobs I recently interviewed for were now on hold indefinitely,
along with the rest of the world. I was going
to be at home for a bet. At first, the
only oddities in the house were problems with anything associated
with water, meaning the kitchen sink, washing machine disposal, evaporative cooler, toilet,
a leaky roof, and even my yard flooded two times
and had broken sprinkler lines. But those water issues weren't
won and done. They were a constant battle, even up
to my final days in that house five years later.
I spent thousands of dollars to fix the water problems
that were never fully fixed. They just kept repeating. A
few weeks after moving in, I was walking past the
front door and my feet came to a sudden stop again.
The feet I felt as though I needed to smudge
the door with sage. It was a nice sunny day,
so I opened the front door, put my sage bucket
on a plant stand, smudged, and then lit incense sticks.
The screen door was closed while the front door was
wide open. Everything was calm on that lovely day. But
then suddenly wind, strong wind. Sure, strong winds are common
in Elbuquerque, but this wind felt different somehow, now lightning.
It was unbelievably strong as well. It seemed as if
the wind and lightning started at the southwest corner of
my property, wrapped around the back and then the side
of my house, and then came to a rest at
my front door. I ran to my door and I
shut it. A beautiful ceramic pot on a plant stand
outside my front window came crashing down. It broke and
scattered dirt on my front door mat. After much intensity,
right outside my front door, the storm vanished, no more
wind and no more lightning, only a broken pot. I
checked for other damage, such as down tree limbs, plastic
lawn chairs turned over, even the plastic tarps I had
draped casually over some things that may have blown away,
But amazingly, nothing else had budged nothing. It was as
if the storm never came except for the broken pot.
This is symbolic, This is a message, That's what I thought.
I became friends with a Navajo man who offered to
smudge my house. When he did, he said the smoke
was acting strangely. It should go straight up, he said,
But this smoke headed toward the front door of the
house and remained that way for several minutes. He told
me there was a problem at the front of my house,
but I already knew this well. Time went on, and
so did the pandemic. Office jobs were still limited, but
restaurants were now opening. I applied at one and was
hired as a server. I met my future husband at
that restaurant, and this is when the paranormal activity started
to ramp up big time. He and I worked together
for five months as friends before he went to work
at another restaurant. However, we kept bumping into each other
around town and soon we started dating. One night, I
was going to pick him up at his job. He
was supposed to work until midnight, so I decided to
take a nap around seven pm. The second my body
hit the bed, a thunderous crashing noise came from the kitchen.
It was as if pots and pans and lids and
anything else made of metal had fallen from the sky
and then crashed to the floor. I bolted out of
bed and was shocked to find nothing, not a single
thing was out of place. I skipped the nap. Over
the coming weeks, I began waking up at three am
on the dot. It happened so many times that I
mentioned it to my coworkers. Ah three am the witching hour.
One woman said, the witching what I had never heard
of it. Soon my boyfriend and I married and he
moved into the house. There was already active paranormal activity
in my house and his apartment in the weeks and
months before, but we didn't compare notes until later. He
was working two jobs heavy with physical activity. But once
he moved in, he too started waking up at three
a m. On the dot. He would hear voices in
the hallway, both men and women, and he felt compelled
to investigate the soft footsteps that would come down the
hallway and then stop at the door of our bedroom.
He would feel touches on his skin and whispers in
his ear. We both felt a heaviness transcending and we
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Please stay tuned and I'll be right back. After these
brief messages, we were watching TV in the guest bedroom
one afternoon. The room has a skylight, three outer walls,
and is close to the entrance to the front of
the house. Suddenly, a loud scraping sound began on the
west side of the wall, and it moved east through
the car port, as if a large rock was being
rolled against it. We scrambled outside and blinked once again nothing.
One day, I was sitting in one of the two
chairs near the front door. Within a few seconds, I
heard a loud creaking sound from the other chair, as
if someone had sat down to join me. We also
started catching glimpses of movement toward the front of the
house going west to east, thinking that someone was in
the yard. We would frequently go to the window or
open the door. Our house sat on top of a hill,
so someone would have to climb up a steep driveway
in order for us to see them, but that was
never anyone there. We would also see each other pass
by going to a different part of the house, or
even hear our pet names for each other being called out.
When we would question each other, it was always no,
it wasn't me. The house needed some updating and we
had to tackle it on our own. The kitchen was
odd and quirky, so we focused a great deal of
time there. When we removed the cabinets to enlarge the space,
we found two old timey signatures from the original nineteen
sixty nine owner, which I later named mister Grumpy, and
the other was from a man who I believe was
his brother in law. I saw mister Grumpy for the
very first time when I went to enter the workshop
that was attached to the car port. I placed my
hand on the knob of the door, and that's when
I felt that I should turn around. Sure enough, there
he was as a medium I have seen my share
of dead people over the past twenty five years. They
usually come to me to deliver a sweet message for
a loved one, or sometimes to seek help to get
unstuck from their current situation. But this man had a
different message, and it was only for me. He had
a sprinkle of hair, a short sleeved shirt tucked into
his pants, his arms were crossed defiantly, and he had
a big frown on his face. He looked directly at me,
and he made it very clear that he didn't like
that I was living in his house one bet hence
the name mister Grumpy. I knew that he could see me,
and I knew that he knew that I could see
him too. A bit later, we remodeled the tiny laundry
area that was part of the kitchen. I was on
a step ladder, leaning over the washing machine to paint
the wall behind it. This is when a huge catcall
whistle reverberated in my left ear. It was so strong
I pitched forward, nearly falling off the ladder. I ran
outside where my husband was working. It wasn't him who whistled.
Soon we had an adorable puppy that was full of
energy and life. As we would discover later, he was
also very to the paranormal. We were enjoying summer on
the patio and our puppy was resting on the lounge
chair when suddenly he hit the ground as if he
was pushed hard. He winced and cried out, but thankfully
he was okay. A month later, in that same spot
and the same chair, I suddenly fell forward onto the concrete,
as if I was pushed. I have no explanation for
the fall. None. Now, our puppy had many toys. A
little plastic soccer ball was one of his favorites. He
and I were in the living room and he was
playing with the ball. He had pushed it under a
chair and stretched out his front leg to retrieve it,
but it was beyond his reach by a few inches.
As he pawed to try to get the ball, the
ball then took action on its own. It rolled out
from under the chair a good three feet, then rolled
back under the chair a good three feet, and then
it rolled back out and returned and rolled back out again.
By this time, our dog was barking hysterically, and I
was screaming for my husband to come in here right now.
My husband grabbed the ball and placed it in front
of his feet. The ball spiraled around in one place.
The ball is moving, my husband said, the ball is moving.
Our new puppy slept in his own bed in the
master bedroom close to the door. One night, we partially
shut the door, leaving it cracked open by a few
inches or so. I closed my eyes to sleep, but
my eyelids wouldn't stay shut for long, something about the door.
I played the eyelid game for a while, opening and
then shutting them to look at the door, until I
eventually drifted off to sleep. At some point, our puppy
started barking, loud and frantic. My husband and I both
awoke to find the door was now fully open, along
with the rest of the doors in the house. It
had never opened on its own before or since then.
Some one pushed it open. Heaviness continued in the master
bedroom to the point where we felt that we should
move into the guest bedroom. My husband kept hearing voices, movement,
and footsteps. We would hear tapping or popping noises that
would jump from the wall to wall. Three o'clock in
the morning was always the trigger. A full moon night
made it much worse. The guest room was smaller but
felt more peaceful, and our puppy now slept in a
kennel that was in the living room. But one night,
the entire neighborhood seemed uneasy. The air felt electrified, dogs
were barking non stop, and coyotes were howling. Even our
puppy would join in from time to time. This went
on for hours. We laid awake wondering what was going on.
Then around two thirty a m. There was a loud
thump on the roof over our heads. This was followed
by footsteps going in the usual direction from west to
east and directly towards the skylight. We stared up at
the skylight, expecting to see a monster, a demon, alien,
or even mister Grumpy staring down at us. Thankfully, though,
nothing appeared, and the neighborhood soon fell silent. It was
a full moon that we stayed in the guest bedroom
for maybe a month before returning to the master bedroom,
and one night the dishwasher was still running when we
went to bed, but our dog started growling from his
living room kennel, thinking that it was the sound of
the dishwasher. He didn't like I paused it and I
returned to bed, but then more angry growling that would
not stop. Something was there. We immediately moved our dog
and his kennel to the master bedroom and we covered it.
Finally he calmed down. The remodeling continued and re arranged
what mister Grumpy had done in the kitchen, and soon
after a banging noise started to emit from behind the
fireplace in the living room. On three different occasions, I
believe that mister Grumpy's brother in law cut and laid
the bricks for the fireplace, which was in between the
kitchen and the front door. My husband stood in front
of that fireplace one day when a piece of paper
on the mantel launched itself up and out. It sailed
past him and landed on the floor behind him. I
too had my own experience at the fireplace. I was
sitting at the dining table directly facing the fireplace, and
our dog was sound asleep in the same chair next
to the front door that had squeaked months before. My
husband was working outside. There was not a sound inside
the house. Then I heard a noise, and so did
our dog. We both lifted our heads toward the fireplace.
Rising off the mantle was a wooden turtle that my
husband and I had bought on our honeymoon. It's eight
inches long and six inches wide. But it didn't fall
off the fireplace mantle. It lifted up off the mantle
and it was rotating head to tail directly towards me.
My dog was barking incessantly and I was looking at
a flying, rotating wooden turtle. It then dropped to the floor,
about four feet away from me and about five feet
away from the mantle where it launched. Okay, mister grumpy,
I thought, can you be a little less grumpy? Eventually
there was so much activity that my husband started recording
with his cell phone during the night. He would set
the phone in the living room or hallway and we
would retreat behind a closed bedroom door. Most of the time,
it was filled with strange popping noises and occasional thumps,
nothing too extreme but still discernible. But one night, deep
into a recording, we heard conversations that we couldn't decipher,
thumping on the walls, and the sound of furniture moving footsteps,
and eventually the distinct squeaking sound of the fifty year
old hinges on our kitchen cabinet doors opening and closing.
We were so disturbed by this that we deleted the
recording and decided not to record at night. Ever again,
there is also a recording I took during the day.
I noticed our dog was lingering by the front door
and sniffing underneath a nearby side table. The sniffing was excessive,
so I knew something was up. Our dog stopped sniffing,
sat down, and then stared down the hallway towards the
guest bedroom. Now, our dog was an avid sock and
shoe thief, so we used shelving boards to block him
from entering the hallway that led to the three bedrooms. However,
the shelves were low and he never figured out that
he could simply jump over them, so he sat behind
a board and tilted his head a time or two,
like dogs do when they're confused. He sniffed the air
again and then moved into the kitchen, which connects to
another side of the hallway. Our dog moved back and
forth three times from the living room to the kitchen,
as if something in the hallway was trying to avoid him.
When he finally returned back to me, I playfully asked
where the ghost was. Seconds later, a shelving board in
the kitchen came crashing down. The ghost announced himself. After
three years of renovation, with much drama in between, we
were finally ready to put the house up for sale.
To make it easy, I hired the same realtor who
helped me buy it in the first place, the same
realtor who also showed me the Dark Glob House. It
had been five years since we last talked. As we
were signing the paperwork, I began to tell her about
the haunting in our house on the hill. She sat
there quiet and wide eyed. I told her that once
my husband and I had married and began to experience
these disturbing things, I suspected the Dark Glob House played
a partial role. Either the creature had followed me to
the new house, or my realtor, or both of us.
Mister Grumpy obviously threw in a few bones too. There
also might be truth to the rumor about Native American
ancestors that still roamed the nearby petroglyphs. I told her
that I returned several times to the street where the
Dark Glob House was to show my husband where a
very frightening thing happened. But after many attempts, I could
never find the house. I distinctly remembered the layout of
the front and side of the house, as well as
it was very near to a major road, a road
that my realtor and I escaped to after we were
calm enough to drive. But try as I might, no
house came close. I even looked for old text messages
or detailed marketing information that my reeltor sent me with
the exact address of the house, but I had nothing.
This This is when my reeltor chimed in. She too
wanted to show her husband the house. He is also
her real estate partner. She too drove up and down
the street several times. She too remembered the layout of
the house and that it was close to a major road.
She looked for text messages, emails, and even news articles
that may indicate something horrible happened on that street, but
she found nothing. She then searched real estate databases to
find the original listing and house number, but to no avail.
She couldn't remember how the house even popped up on
her radar. It wasn't her listing. Somehow, some way, the
house was there the day that we viewed it, but
not now. Five years and three weeks to the day
I sold the house on the hill. As my husband
and I waited inside for the last bits to be
hauled away, we reminisced, but very quickly the heaviness resumed
and we felt compelled to get out. We retreated to
our car on the street and waited for the trash
to be taken, and then drove away as fast as
we could. We now live in another country and continent,
far away from the dark glob house for sale and
our haunted house on the hill. Our new home is
very tranquil and without an ounce of heaviness. However, we
still listen and look for anything unusual, especially at night.
Every little sound makes us jump. It probably always will
no matter where we are in the world. As the
night's episode comes to an end, I'd like to thank
you for listening, and I truly appreciate all of our
experiencers for coming forward with their stories. And as always,
if you've encountered the unexplained, you can share your experience
with me at Paranormal Mysteries podcast dot com. Please remember
that all experiences, no matter how strange are always welcome.
With that said, I hope you have a wonderful rest
of your evening and I'll be back in a few
short days with more tales of the unexplained. And until then,
please remember, don't wait for the unknown to come to you,
get out there and find it.