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Speaker 1: Welcome once again to Paranormal Mysteries, and thank you for
Speaker 1: joining me. As always, I'm your host, Nick Ryan. Our
Speaker 1: first encounter of the night comes to us from Robert,
Speaker 1: and this is his story. I have submitted two other
Speaker 1: stories to your program in the past. I live in Tucson, Arizona.
Speaker 1: I have been keeping this story to myself for years
Speaker 1: because I had no idea what was going on at
Speaker 1: the time. Now I at least have a guess. This
Speaker 1: would be a true paranormal mystery. In twenty fourteen, I
Speaker 1: lived in a very small house with two friends. The
Speaker 1: situation was causing a great deal of tension between us,
Speaker 1: and we were always arguing. I had to kick them
Speaker 1: both out to try to regain some peace in my
Speaker 1: life because the living situation had become chaotic. I am
Speaker 1: not proud of how I handled it at the time,
Speaker 1: but I was very stressed. The joy of living alone
Speaker 1: with just my cats was overwhelming. I cannot tell you
Speaker 1: how happy I was at this time. I felt free
Speaker 1: and overjoyed, which is why What happened next was so perplexing.
Speaker 1: About a week after my roommates were gone, I began
Speaker 1: experiencing pounding throughout the house. It started one night with
Speaker 1: pounding on the roof directly above me as I lay
Speaker 1: in bed trying to go to sleep. It was a
Speaker 1: series of three bangs. I remember thinking that it was odd,
Speaker 1: but I ignored it. Then it continued to happen every
Speaker 1: night when I would be in different rooms, and even
Speaker 1: during the day, sometimes multiple time time throughout the day,
Speaker 1: but I still ignored it. Soon I'd be sitting in
Speaker 1: my living room and there would be three loud knocks
Speaker 1: on my door. That's when I'd jump up to check,
Speaker 1: only to find that no one was there. This escalated
Speaker 1: to the banging on my front door early in the morning,
Speaker 1: making me leap out of bed. It was a loud,
Speaker 1: angry banging, like maybe police would do. It was scary.
Speaker 1: I'd always go outside and look around, but there was
Speaker 1: never anyone around. As time went on, the banging would
Speaker 1: be on the walls of the house. Three loud bangs
Speaker 1: on the wall, then three on the door, then three
Speaker 1: on the roof. There was no pattern, but it wouldn't
Speaker 1: go on for long. One morning, the scariest of all
Speaker 1: these times, the banging was right next to my head
Speaker 1: as I was sleeping. I remember leaping out of bed
Speaker 1: and throwing my pillow and blanket across the room. I
Speaker 1: was terrified. This happened a few more times over the
Speaker 1: next few days, but usually the pounding would not get
Speaker 1: that close to me. The reason that I chose to
Speaker 1: ignore was because I was at such a happy time
Speaker 1: in my life. I couldn't understand why this was happening
Speaker 1: or what was causing it. After about a month, it
Speaker 1: began tapering off, and eventually it stopped for good. Over
Speaker 1: time thinking about what had happened, my guess was that
Speaker 1: maybe the anger from my two roommates had manifested into
Speaker 1: some sort of psychic energy that was being directed at me.
Speaker 1: I've never experienced anything like that before or after. Thank
Speaker 1: you for letting me share this story. I love your show.
Speaker 1: All the best to you and all the listeners. Our
Speaker 1: next experience comes to us from Jason and Jason's story
Speaker 1: is called Horror on the Hill. Jason says, Nick, I'm
Speaker 1: a magnet for paranormal activity, but I fear that this
Speaker 1: story is far greater than me I lived in Holland,
Speaker 1: New York, on fifteen acres of land a home that
Speaker 1: resembles the Amityville Horror House. Our house was built in
Speaker 1: nineteen eighty five across the street from the original family's farmhouse.
Speaker 1: The father gave both his son's land to build their homes,
Speaker 1: and they built two homes across the street from the farm.
Speaker 1: During the build of both of those homes, the one
Speaker 1: brother had brought his kids and wife up to the
Speaker 1: house while he worked on it. Later that day, while
Speaker 1: driving back to their home in the city, he inadvertently
Speaker 1: entered the wrong lane of the freeway and they ended
Speaker 1: up in a head on collision, killing his wife and
Speaker 1: two kids. After this tragic loss, he lost interest in
Speaker 1: everything and even abandoned the house build, leaving the house
Speaker 1: to sit empty for several years. Finally, a new couple
Speaker 1: bought the house and finished construction and moved in. However,
Speaker 1: they moved out in less than two years, and that's
Speaker 1: when we bought it and moved in. This house is cursed,
Speaker 1: in my opinion. Immediately we were noticing odd sounds around
Speaker 1: the house and muffled voices we would hear running up
Speaker 1: and down the basement stage, and upon inspecting the basement,
Speaker 1: nothing was there. On another occasion, we heard what sounded
Speaker 1: like all of our stacked wood in the basement that's
Speaker 1: used to heat the house being hurled against the basement wall. Immediately,
Speaker 1: we thought the cats had knocked down the ten cords
Speaker 1: of wood in an avalanche of sorts. So I ran
Speaker 1: downstairs and I found nothing out of place. Late at night,
Speaker 1: we would also hear what sounded like a hammer hitting
Speaker 1: the support poles in the basement, but again there was
Speaker 1: nothing down there. On another occasion, I came in from
Speaker 1: work after working the midnight shift, and my mother was
Speaker 1: getting ready to leave for work. She comes up to
Speaker 1: me and says, I think someone is in the basement,
Speaker 1: and I'm like, huh, but then she says, shh, listen.
Speaker 1: There was unusual noises, and then suddenly I heard someone
Speaker 1: run down the basement stairs, and then our basement door
Speaker 1: leading outside slam shot. I ran to our kitchen to
Speaker 1: look down at the basement door, and there wasn't a
Speaker 1: soul around. No one could have disappeared that quick as
Speaker 1: it was all open farm fields. Well, I hesitantly went
Speaker 1: down the basement stairs and looked around but there was nothing.
Speaker 1: So I came upstairs and I closed the door behind me,
Speaker 1: and I said mom. But I didn't finish my statement
Speaker 1: because all of a sudden, someone ran down the stairs. Again.
Speaker 1: I whipped open the door, but no one was there.
Speaker 1: If we were in the living room, that basement door
Speaker 1: would open, and then the patio door would open and
Speaker 1: then slam shot. We never witnessed the actual doors opening
Speaker 1: or closing. We only would hear it, and of course
Speaker 1: we would run to inspect it, and there was nothing
Speaker 1: in sight. The activity grew bolder late at night. It
Speaker 1: would open our bedroom doors and say our names. It
Speaker 1: would repeat our name until we answered, and when we
Speaker 1: did answer, it would close the door gently. The scary
Speaker 1: part is it used familiar family voices. Another incident happened
Speaker 1: in my bedroom. As I was getting undressed. I heard
Speaker 1: a king on metal sound. I stopped and looked, thinking
Speaker 1: that I popped a button or something, but I hadn't.
Speaker 1: I continued to undress until I saw the handle to
Speaker 1: my closet moving slowly left to right. The handle was
Speaker 1: making the ping sound as it hit the strike plate.
Speaker 1: I stood there in disbelief, watching this handle go left
Speaker 1: to right, not comprehending what I was seeing until the
Speaker 1: door opened an inch and then it closed again. It
Speaker 1: did this twice. The scary part is that my bedroom
Speaker 1: door is diagonal from the closet, so how was I
Speaker 1: going to get out of the bedroom. Eventually I worked
Speaker 1: up the nerve and slammed my hand against the closet
Speaker 1: and I whipped my bedroom door open. Then I shouted
Speaker 1: for my younger brother, Yes, younger and much braver brother.
Speaker 1: He ran up and asked me what was wrong, and
Speaker 1: I told him. He laughed and then opened the closet door,
Speaker 1: but his laughter stopped when he noticed the attic door
Speaker 1: in the ceiling was open and the light was now on.
Speaker 1: You see, no one ever went up there, because in
Speaker 1: a can't fit through the space, only a small kid
Speaker 1: or maybe a skinny teenager. My brother then got the
Speaker 1: step ladder and he slowly stuck his head up into
Speaker 1: the attic, and all I could think of was the
Speaker 1: worst thing When he did that, everything runs through your
Speaker 1: mind when you're anticipating the worst. In the end, though
Speaker 1: not a thing was up there, we had so many
Speaker 1: family members doubt our stories of what was happening, until,
Speaker 1: of course, they witnessed it themselves. My grandmother was so
Speaker 1: shook up when she stayed at our house that when
Speaker 1: we came home from the Irish Festival, she said that
Speaker 1: we needed to get a priest to bless the house.
Speaker 1: She told us that she had heard someone come out
Speaker 1: of the basement and then a voice called her by
Speaker 1: name twice. Surely, surely, she told us that it was
Speaker 1: her mother's voice. However, Nana had been dead for twenty
Speaker 1: three years. We eventually sold the home, not because of
Speaker 1: the haunting, but just to downsize from thirty eight hundred
Speaker 1: square feet. Every person after us who bought that house
Speaker 1: sold that house in less than two years. I learned
Speaker 1: through neighbors they all said the house was evil and
Speaker 1: they couldn't take it any more. My belief is that
Speaker 1: the house is haunted not only by the guy's wife
Speaker 1: and kids, but also some demonic force that's been on
Speaker 1: the land up there for generations. Why do I think this, Well,
Speaker 1: do you remember Elizabeth Montgomery, the actress in Bewitched, Well,
Speaker 1: she did a movie on her neighbor's house called the
Speaker 1: Gale Wolfer Story. It was about a realtor showing a
Speaker 1: house and a home invader comes in and shoots both
Speaker 1: her and the house's owner. Look it up, it's crazy.
Speaker 1: The murderer was a reserve deputy sheriff. Another neighbor named
Speaker 1: Jim Strab put his kids on the school bus and
Speaker 1: then walked back into his house and went into the
Speaker 1: kitchen where his wife was eating breakfast, and he shot
Speaker 1: her and then took his own life. Another neighbor, mister Beeler,
Speaker 1: hung himself in his garage, and just a few houses away,
Speaker 1: a kid that was in my school hung himself. The
Speaker 1: entire hill is evil, but I feel the portal is
Speaker 1: at the old house. What are your theories? This next
Speaker 1: experience comes to us from Sandra, and although similar to
Speaker 1: our last experience in its title and some of its phenomena,
Speaker 1: there is actually no connection. This sort of thing happens
Speaker 1: sometimes when I'm putting an episode together. It's as if
Speaker 1: certain experiences just want to be grouped in the same episode,
Speaker 1: even if I received them at completely different times. For instance,
Speaker 1: the last experience that I just read and this experience
Speaker 1: I'm about to read were submitted almost a year apart
Speaker 1: and come from two very different parts of the country.
Speaker 1: You'd be surprised at how frequently this actually happens. I
Speaker 1: find this extremely interesting. Anyway, Let's get on with our
Speaker 1: next experience. Like I said, this experience comes to us
Speaker 1: from Sandra, and Sandra calls it the Haunted House on
Speaker 1: the Hill. Sandra shared a previous experience in episode four
Speaker 1: fifty four, regarding a bizarre encounter with a dark glob
Speaker 1: that both she and her reeltor encountered while touring a
Speaker 1: house for sale in New Mexico. This is a follow
Speaker 1: up to that experience. Sandra says, I didn't think too
Speaker 1: much about the dark glob house afterwards. Sure, I told
Speaker 1: my family and friends about that very strange encounter that
Speaker 1: caused my realtor in me to run from the empty
Speaker 1: house for sale, But I was focused on finding the
Speaker 1: right house and a job in my new town. Within days,
Speaker 1: I did find a custom house that was built in
Speaker 1: nineteen sixty nine, far away from the dark glob house.
Speaker 1: It was within walking distance to ancient petroglyphs that were
Speaker 1: carved under rocks. My offer was accepted, and until the
Speaker 1: purchase closed thirty days later, I stayed at a nearby hotel.
Speaker 1: The realtor was with me every time we visited the
Speaker 1: house for inspections, the appraisal and repairs are requested. This
Speaker 1: was the same realtor who showed me the Dark Glob house.
Speaker 1: The current owner of the custom built house was a
Speaker 1: single woman in her lage sixties. She lived with her
Speaker 1: teenage grandson and had just bought the house a few
Speaker 1: months earlier before putting it back up for sale. I
Speaker 1: asked her where her new house was. She said it
Speaker 1: was close by and it was very similar, but she
Speaker 1: did not want to continue living in this house. I
Speaker 1: didn't ask why. I didn't want to pry. I should
Speaker 1: have excited about my new house. I went to a
Speaker 1: store across town to buy some new sheets for my
Speaker 1: bed that was still in storage, along with the rest
Speaker 1: of my belongings. Interestingly enough, the store was within a
Speaker 1: few blocks of the Dark Glob House. As I neared
Speaker 1: the store, I felt the stinging sensation on my stomach.
Speaker 1: What was that an insect bite? It burned like crazy.
Speaker 1: I quickly found the sheets I wanted and immediately returned
Speaker 1: to the hotel. The burning sensation on my stomach would
Speaker 1: not stop. I looked at it in the mirror. At
Speaker 1: the top of my stomach were four red indentations in
Speaker 1: a semicircle. I thought to myself, am I seeing human
Speaker 1: teeth marks? I had heard of this thing happening to others,
Speaker 1: but never to me. Thankfully, though, the marks disappeared fairly quickly,
Speaker 1: and I put the incident behind me. I closed on
Speaker 1: the house at the end of March twenty twenty. Unfortunately,
Speaker 1: though the pandemic was in its infancy, the three promising
Speaker 1: office jobs I recently interviewed for were now on hold indefinitely,
Speaker 1: along with the rest of the world. I was going
Speaker 1: to be at home for a bet. At first, the
Speaker 1: only oddities in the house were problems with anything associated
Speaker 1: with water, meaning the kitchen sink, washing machine disposal, evaporative cooler, toilet,
Speaker 1: a leaky roof, and even my yard flooded two times
Speaker 1: and had broken sprinkler lines. But those water issues weren't
Speaker 1: won and done. They were a constant battle, even up
Speaker 1: to my final days in that house five years later.
Speaker 1: I spent thousands of dollars to fix the water problems
Speaker 1: that were never fully fixed. They just kept repeating. A
Speaker 1: few weeks after moving in, I was walking past the
Speaker 1: front door and my feet came to a sudden stop again.
Speaker 1: The feet I felt as though I needed to smudge
Speaker 1: the door with sage. It was a nice sunny day,
Speaker 1: so I opened the front door, put my sage bucket
Speaker 1: on a plant stand, smudged, and then lit incense sticks.
Speaker 1: The screen door was closed while the front door was
Speaker 1: wide open. Everything was calm on that lovely day. But
Speaker 1: then suddenly wind, strong wind. Sure, strong winds are common
Speaker 1: in Elbuquerque, but this wind felt different somehow, now lightning.
Speaker 1: It was unbelievably strong as well. It seemed as if
Speaker 1: the wind and lightning started at the southwest corner of
Speaker 1: my property, wrapped around the back and then the side
Speaker 1: of my house, and then came to a rest at
Speaker 1: my front door. I ran to my door and I
Speaker 1: shut it. A beautiful ceramic pot on a plant stand
Speaker 1: outside my front window came crashing down. It broke and
Speaker 1: scattered dirt on my front door mat. After much intensity,
Speaker 1: right outside my front door, the storm vanished, no more
Speaker 1: wind and no more lightning, only a broken pot. I
Speaker 1: checked for other damage, such as down tree limbs, plastic
Speaker 1: lawn chairs turned over, even the plastic tarps I had
Speaker 1: draped casually over some things that may have blown away,
Speaker 1: But amazingly, nothing else had budged nothing. It was as
Speaker 1: if the storm never came except for the broken pot.
Speaker 1: This is symbolic, This is a message, That's what I thought.
Speaker 1: I became friends with a Navajo man who offered to
Speaker 1: smudge my house. When he did, he said the smoke
Speaker 1: was acting strangely. It should go straight up, he said,
Speaker 1: But this smoke headed toward the front door of the
Speaker 1: house and remained that way for several minutes. He told
Speaker 1: me there was a problem at the front of my house,
Speaker 1: but I already knew this well. Time went on, and
Speaker 1: so did the pandemic. Office jobs were still limited, but
Speaker 1: restaurants were now opening. I applied at one and was
Speaker 1: hired as a server. I met my future husband at
Speaker 1: that restaurant, and this is when the paranormal activity started
Speaker 1: to ramp up big time. He and I worked together
Speaker 1: for five months as friends before he went to work
Speaker 1: at another restaurant. However, we kept bumping into each other
Speaker 1: around town and soon we started dating. One night, I
Speaker 1: was going to pick him up at his job. He
Speaker 1: was supposed to work until midnight, so I decided to
Speaker 1: take a nap around seven pm. The second my body
Speaker 1: hit the bed, a thunderous crashing noise came from the kitchen.
Speaker 1: It was as if pots and pans and lids and
Speaker 1: anything else made of metal had fallen from the sky
Speaker 1: and then crashed to the floor. I bolted out of
Speaker 1: bed and was shocked to find nothing, not a single
Speaker 1: thing was out of place. I skipped the nap. Over
Speaker 1: the coming weeks, I began waking up at three am
Speaker 1: on the dot. It happened so many times that I
Speaker 1: mentioned it to my coworkers. Ah three am the witching hour.
Speaker 1: One woman said, the witching what I had never heard
Speaker 1: of it. Soon my boyfriend and I married and he
Speaker 1: moved into the house. There was already active paranormal activity
Speaker 1: in my house and his apartment in the weeks and
Speaker 1: months before, but we didn't compare notes until later. He
Speaker 1: was working two jobs heavy with physical activity. But once
Speaker 1: he moved in, he too started waking up at three
Speaker 1: a m. On the dot. He would hear voices in
Speaker 1: the hallway, both men and women, and he felt compelled
Speaker 1: to investigate the soft footsteps that would come down the
Speaker 1: hallway and then stop at the door of our bedroom.
Speaker 1: He would feel touches on his skin and whispers in
Speaker 1: his ear. We both felt a heaviness transcending and we
Speaker 1: both started having nightmares. Before I continue, please consider showing
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Speaker 1: Please stay tuned and I'll be right back. After these
Speaker 1: brief messages, we were watching TV in the guest bedroom
Speaker 1: one afternoon. The room has a skylight, three outer walls,
Speaker 1: and is close to the entrance to the front of
Speaker 1: the house. Suddenly, a loud scraping sound began on the
Speaker 1: west side of the wall, and it moved east through
Speaker 1: the car port, as if a large rock was being
Speaker 1: rolled against it. We scrambled outside and blinked once again nothing.
Speaker 1: One day, I was sitting in one of the two
Speaker 1: chairs near the front door. Within a few seconds, I
Speaker 1: heard a loud creaking sound from the other chair, as
Speaker 1: if someone had sat down to join me. We also
Speaker 1: started catching glimpses of movement toward the front of the
Speaker 1: house going west to east, thinking that someone was in
Speaker 1: the yard. We would frequently go to the window or
Speaker 1: open the door. Our house sat on top of a hill,
Speaker 1: so someone would have to climb up a steep driveway
Speaker 1: in order for us to see them, but that was
Speaker 1: never anyone there. We would also see each other pass
Speaker 1: by going to a different part of the house, or
Speaker 1: even hear our pet names for each other being called out.
Speaker 1: When we would question each other, it was always no,
Speaker 1: it wasn't me. The house needed some updating and we
Speaker 1: had to tackle it on our own. The kitchen was
Speaker 1: odd and quirky, so we focused a great deal of
Speaker 1: time there. When we removed the cabinets to enlarge the space,
Speaker 1: we found two old timey signatures from the original nineteen
Speaker 1: sixty nine owner, which I later named mister Grumpy, and
Speaker 1: the other was from a man who I believe was
Speaker 1: his brother in law. I saw mister Grumpy for the
Speaker 1: very first time when I went to enter the workshop
Speaker 1: that was attached to the car port. I placed my
Speaker 1: hand on the knob of the door, and that's when
Speaker 1: I felt that I should turn around. Sure enough, there
Speaker 1: he was as a medium I have seen my share
Speaker 1: of dead people over the past twenty five years. They
Speaker 1: usually come to me to deliver a sweet message for
Speaker 1: a loved one, or sometimes to seek help to get
Speaker 1: unstuck from their current situation. But this man had a
Speaker 1: different message, and it was only for me. He had
Speaker 1: a sprinkle of hair, a short sleeved shirt tucked into
Speaker 1: his pants, his arms were crossed defiantly, and he had
Speaker 1: a big frown on his face. He looked directly at me,
Speaker 1: and he made it very clear that he didn't like
Speaker 1: that I was living in his house one bet hence
Speaker 1: the name mister Grumpy. I knew that he could see me,
Speaker 1: and I knew that he knew that I could see
Speaker 1: him too. A bit later, we remodeled the tiny laundry
Speaker 1: area that was part of the kitchen. I was on
Speaker 1: a step ladder, leaning over the washing machine to paint
Speaker 1: the wall behind it. This is when a huge catcall
Speaker 1: whistle reverberated in my left ear. It was so strong
Speaker 1: I pitched forward, nearly falling off the ladder. I ran
Speaker 1: outside where my husband was working. It wasn't him who whistled.
Speaker 1: Soon we had an adorable puppy that was full of
Speaker 1: energy and life. As we would discover later, he was
Speaker 1: also very to the paranormal. We were enjoying summer on
Speaker 1: the patio and our puppy was resting on the lounge
Speaker 1: chair when suddenly he hit the ground as if he
Speaker 1: was pushed hard. He winced and cried out, but thankfully
Speaker 1: he was okay. A month later, in that same spot
Speaker 1: and the same chair, I suddenly fell forward onto the concrete,
Speaker 1: as if I was pushed. I have no explanation for
Speaker 1: the fall. None. Now, our puppy had many toys. A
Speaker 1: little plastic soccer ball was one of his favorites. He
Speaker 1: and I were in the living room and he was
Speaker 1: playing with the ball. He had pushed it under a
Speaker 1: chair and stretched out his front leg to retrieve it,
Speaker 1: but it was beyond his reach by a few inches.
Speaker 1: As he pawed to try to get the ball, the
Speaker 1: ball then took action on its own. It rolled out
Speaker 1: from under the chair a good three feet, then rolled
Speaker 1: back under the chair a good three feet, and then
Speaker 1: it rolled back out and returned and rolled back out again.
Speaker 1: By this time, our dog was barking hysterically, and I
Speaker 1: was screaming for my husband to come in here right now.
Speaker 1: My husband grabbed the ball and placed it in front
Speaker 1: of his feet. The ball spiraled around in one place.
Speaker 1: The ball is moving, my husband said, the ball is moving.
Speaker 1: Our new puppy slept in his own bed in the
Speaker 1: master bedroom close to the door. One night, we partially
Speaker 1: shut the door, leaving it cracked open by a few
Speaker 1: inches or so. I closed my eyes to sleep, but
Speaker 1: my eyelids wouldn't stay shut for long, something about the door.
Speaker 1: I played the eyelid game for a while, opening and
Speaker 1: then shutting them to look at the door, until I
Speaker 1: eventually drifted off to sleep. At some point, our puppy
Speaker 1: started barking, loud and frantic. My husband and I both
Speaker 1: awoke to find the door was now fully open, along
Speaker 1: with the rest of the doors in the house. It
Speaker 1: had never opened on its own before or since then.
Speaker 1: Some one pushed it open. Heaviness continued in the master
Speaker 1: bedroom to the point where we felt that we should
Speaker 1: move into the guest bedroom. My husband kept hearing voices, movement,
Speaker 1: and footsteps. We would hear tapping or popping noises that
Speaker 1: would jump from the wall to wall. Three o'clock in
Speaker 1: the morning was always the trigger. A full moon night
Speaker 1: made it much worse. The guest room was smaller but
Speaker 1: felt more peaceful, and our puppy now slept in a
Speaker 1: kennel that was in the living room. But one night,
Speaker 1: the entire neighborhood seemed uneasy. The air felt electrified, dogs
Speaker 1: were barking non stop, and coyotes were howling. Even our
Speaker 1: puppy would join in from time to time. This went
Speaker 1: on for hours. We laid awake wondering what was going on.
Speaker 1: Then around two thirty a m. There was a loud
Speaker 1: thump on the roof over our heads. This was followed
Speaker 1: by footsteps going in the usual direction from west to
Speaker 1: east and directly towards the skylight. We stared up at
Speaker 1: the skylight, expecting to see a monster, a demon, alien,
Speaker 1: or even mister Grumpy staring down at us. Thankfully, though,
Speaker 1: nothing appeared, and the neighborhood soon fell silent. It was
Speaker 1: a full moon that we stayed in the guest bedroom
Speaker 1: for maybe a month before returning to the master bedroom,
Speaker 1: and one night the dishwasher was still running when we
Speaker 1: went to bed, but our dog started growling from his
Speaker 1: living room kennel, thinking that it was the sound of
Speaker 1: the dishwasher. He didn't like I paused it and I
Speaker 1: returned to bed, but then more angry growling that would
Speaker 1: not stop. Something was there. We immediately moved our dog
Speaker 1: and his kennel to the master bedroom and we covered it.
Speaker 1: Finally he calmed down. The remodeling continued and re arranged
Speaker 1: what mister Grumpy had done in the kitchen, and soon
Speaker 1: after a banging noise started to emit from behind the
Speaker 1: fireplace in the living room. On three different occasions, I
Speaker 1: believe that mister Grumpy's brother in law cut and laid
Speaker 1: the bricks for the fireplace, which was in between the
Speaker 1: kitchen and the front door. My husband stood in front
Speaker 1: of that fireplace one day when a piece of paper
Speaker 1: on the mantel launched itself up and out. It sailed
Speaker 1: past him and landed on the floor behind him. I
Speaker 1: too had my own experience at the fireplace. I was
Speaker 1: sitting at the dining table directly facing the fireplace, and
Speaker 1: our dog was sound asleep in the same chair next
Speaker 1: to the front door that had squeaked months before. My
Speaker 1: husband was working outside. There was not a sound inside
Speaker 1: the house. Then I heard a noise, and so did
Speaker 1: our dog. We both lifted our heads toward the fireplace.
Speaker 1: Rising off the mantle was a wooden turtle that my
Speaker 1: husband and I had bought on our honeymoon. It's eight
Speaker 1: inches long and six inches wide. But it didn't fall
Speaker 1: off the fireplace mantle. It lifted up off the mantle
Speaker 1: and it was rotating head to tail directly towards me.
Speaker 1: My dog was barking incessantly and I was looking at
Speaker 1: a flying, rotating wooden turtle. It then dropped to the floor,
Speaker 1: about four feet away from me and about five feet
Speaker 1: away from the mantle where it launched. Okay, mister grumpy,
Speaker 1: I thought, can you be a little less grumpy? Eventually
Speaker 1: there was so much activity that my husband started recording
Speaker 1: with his cell phone during the night. He would set
Speaker 1: the phone in the living room or hallway and we
Speaker 1: would retreat behind a closed bedroom door. Most of the time,
Speaker 1: it was filled with strange popping noises and occasional thumps,
Speaker 1: nothing too extreme but still discernible. But one night, deep
Speaker 1: into a recording, we heard conversations that we couldn't decipher,
Speaker 1: thumping on the walls, and the sound of furniture moving footsteps,
Speaker 1: and eventually the distinct squeaking sound of the fifty year
Speaker 1: old hinges on our kitchen cabinet doors opening and closing.
Speaker 1: We were so disturbed by this that we deleted the
Speaker 1: recording and decided not to record at night. Ever again,
Speaker 1: there is also a recording I took during the day.
Speaker 1: I noticed our dog was lingering by the front door
Speaker 1: and sniffing underneath a nearby side table. The sniffing was excessive,
Speaker 1: so I knew something was up. Our dog stopped sniffing,
Speaker 1: sat down, and then stared down the hallway towards the
Speaker 1: guest bedroom. Now, our dog was an avid sock and
Speaker 1: shoe thief, so we used shelving boards to block him
Speaker 1: from entering the hallway that led to the three bedrooms. However,
Speaker 1: the shelves were low and he never figured out that
Speaker 1: he could simply jump over them, so he sat behind
Speaker 1: a board and tilted his head a time or two,
Speaker 1: like dogs do when they're confused. He sniffed the air
Speaker 1: again and then moved into the kitchen, which connects to
Speaker 1: another side of the hallway. Our dog moved back and
Speaker 1: forth three times from the living room to the kitchen,
Speaker 1: as if something in the hallway was trying to avoid him.
Speaker 1: When he finally returned back to me, I playfully asked
Speaker 1: where the ghost was. Seconds later, a shelving board in
Speaker 1: the kitchen came crashing down. The ghost announced himself. After
Speaker 1: three years of renovation, with much drama in between, we
Speaker 1: were finally ready to put the house up for sale.
Speaker 1: To make it easy, I hired the same realtor who
Speaker 1: helped me buy it in the first place, the same
Speaker 1: realtor who also showed me the Dark Glob House. It
Speaker 1: had been five years since we last talked. As we
Speaker 1: were signing the paperwork, I began to tell her about
Speaker 1: the haunting in our house on the hill. She sat
Speaker 1: there quiet and wide eyed. I told her that once
Speaker 1: my husband and I had married and began to experience
Speaker 1: these disturbing things, I suspected the Dark Glob House played
Speaker 1: a partial role. Either the creature had followed me to
Speaker 1: the new house, or my realtor, or both of us.
Speaker 1: Mister Grumpy obviously threw in a few bones too. There
Speaker 1: also might be truth to the rumor about Native American
Speaker 1: ancestors that still roamed the nearby petroglyphs. I told her
Speaker 1: that I returned several times to the street where the
Speaker 1: Dark Glob House was to show my husband where a
Speaker 1: very frightening thing happened. But after many attempts, I could
Speaker 1: never find the house. I distinctly remembered the layout of
Speaker 1: the front and side of the house, as well as
Speaker 1: it was very near to a major road, a road
Speaker 1: that my realtor and I escaped to after we were
Speaker 1: calm enough to drive. But try as I might, no
Speaker 1: house came close. I even looked for old text messages
Speaker 1: or detailed marketing information that my reeltor sent me with
Speaker 1: the exact address of the house, but I had nothing.
Speaker 1: This This is when my reeltor chimed in. She too
Speaker 1: wanted to show her husband the house. He is also
Speaker 1: her real estate partner. She too drove up and down
Speaker 1: the street several times. She too remembered the layout of
Speaker 1: the house and that it was close to a major road.
Speaker 1: She looked for text messages, emails, and even news articles
Speaker 1: that may indicate something horrible happened on that street, but
Speaker 1: she found nothing. She then searched real estate databases to
Speaker 1: find the original listing and house number, but to no avail.
Speaker 1: She couldn't remember how the house even popped up on
Speaker 1: her radar. It wasn't her listing. Somehow, some way, the
Speaker 1: house was there the day that we viewed it, but
Speaker 1: not now. Five years and three weeks to the day
Speaker 1: I sold the house on the hill. As my husband
Speaker 1: and I waited inside for the last bits to be
Speaker 1: hauled away, we reminisced, but very quickly the heaviness resumed
Speaker 1: and we felt compelled to get out. We retreated to
Speaker 1: our car on the street and waited for the trash
Speaker 1: to be taken, and then drove away as fast as
Speaker 1: we could. We now live in another country and continent,
Speaker 1: far away from the dark glob house for sale and
Speaker 1: our haunted house on the hill. Our new home is
Speaker 1: very tranquil and without an ounce of heaviness. However, we
Speaker 1: still listen and look for anything unusual, especially at night.
Speaker 1: Every little sound makes us jump. It probably always will
Speaker 1: no matter where we are in the world. As the
Speaker 1: night's episode comes to an end, I'd like to thank
Speaker 1: you for listening, and I truly appreciate all of our
Speaker 1: experiencers for coming forward with their stories. And as always,
Speaker 1: if you've encountered the unexplained, you can share your experience
Speaker 1: with me at Paranormal Mysteries podcast dot com. Please remember
Speaker 1: that all experiences, no matter how strange are always welcome.
Speaker 1: With that said, I hope you have a wonderful rest
Speaker 1: of your evening and I'll be back in a few
Speaker 1: short days with more tales of the unexplained. And until then,
Speaker 1: please remember, don't wait for the unknown to come to you,
Speaker 1: get out there and find it.