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Speaker 1: I began to feel very uneasy and sensed that an
Speaker 1: extremely unpleasant presence had somehow gained entry to our bedroom.
Speaker 1: I was completely alone, yet I knew that someone or
Speaker 1: something was inside that room with me. As I lay there,
Speaker 1: completely terrified, I heard what sounded like someone walking past me.
Speaker 1: This is episode sixty two of the Haunted UK podcast,
Speaker 1: and in this episode we'll hear from a listener whose
Speaker 1: experiences with paranormal phenomena over a thirty year period on
Speaker 1: nothing short of incredible, chilling, and sometimes very frightening. As
Speaker 1: we've heard and been made fully aware of over the
Speaker 1: many episodes of this podcast, the paranormal doesn't distinguish by race, religion, culture, language, background,
Speaker 1: or profession. It runs riot over borders, affects everyone from
Speaker 1: police officers to teachers, from airline pilots to cleaners, from
Speaker 1: courier drivers to surgeons, to name but a few. Many
Speaker 1: people who are lucky enough or unlucky, depending upon how
Speaker 1: you look at it, who experience a possible paranormal incident
Speaker 1: probably only have one encounter, and this is usually enough
Speaker 1: for anyone. How do you digest it? How will they
Speaker 1: interpret you as a human being? If you speak up?
Speaker 1: Would you lose friends or family? Will it alter your
Speaker 1: perception of the world around you, your religious beliefs, opinions
Speaker 1: on life after death. Some sway to even more disbelief,
Speaker 1: whilst others see an encounter as an awakening. But it's
Speaker 1: safe to say that nobody truly knows how they would
Speaker 1: react when confronted by something that should only really exist
Speaker 1: in a Hollywood movie. And it's these thoughts, these questions,
Speaker 1: that bring us to this episode which you will hear today,
Speaker 1: a series of incredible encounters which were all witnessed by
Speaker 1: the same person. These strange and sometimes frightening incidents include apparitions,
Speaker 1: doppel gangers, poltergeists, precognition, and even lucid dreaming. It begs
Speaker 1: the question which we've asked on so many occasions, and
Speaker 1: it's this, Are some people more susceptible to experience paranormal
Speaker 1: encounters than others? Many go through their entire lives completely skeptical,
Speaker 1: never encountering anything even remotely strange or unusual.
Speaker 2: Yet others, well, they.
Speaker 1: Seem to attract these phenomena like magnets. Are they somehow
Speaker 1: primed when they are born, given some sort of genetic
Speaker 1: trait which is passed down from their families, something which
Speaker 1: is as of yet completely unknown and undiscovered. Is there
Speaker 1: really such thing as an extra sense, an aspect of
Speaker 1: human beings that can somehow tune into these phenomena. It
Speaker 1: seems that as children, many of us have imaginary friends,
Speaker 1: can see people in places that our parents cannot. Yet
Speaker 1: there comes a time when our subconscious mind, or the
Speaker 1: area of the brain which is able to pick up
Speaker 1: and accept these experiences, begins to shut down. Many of
Speaker 1: us then continue to live our lives without too much incident.
Speaker 1: But for others, these senses have never truly switched off.
Speaker 1: They continue to function, maybe as those voices in the
Speaker 1: mind that tell you not to go to work on
Speaker 1: the train today, or to stay at home and call
Speaker 1: in sick because you have a feeling a strange type
Speaker 1: of nausea that is warning you that something will happen.
Speaker 1: And then it does, and it's really only then that
Speaker 1: you realize that, maybe, just maybe you're in tune with
Speaker 1: something completely extraordinary. The following series of stories sent him
Speaker 1: by Ian are just that extraordinary, and we can't thank
Speaker 1: him enough for coming forward and sharing his experiences. So
Speaker 1: settle down, get comfortable, and we'll let Ian continue. Hi, Steve,
Speaker 1: I just wanted to say your podcast goes from strength
Speaker 1: to strength with each series. I listened to Danny Robbins
Speaker 1: and Ghost Huns podcasts, and after her about yours, I
Speaker 1: went to listen straight away and I wasn't disappointed, and
Speaker 1: I felt the urge to write in as I thought
Speaker 1: you and the listeners would be interested in hearing some
Speaker 1: of the strange experiences I've had over a span of
Speaker 1: around thirty years and counting. Altogether, these incidents make up
Speaker 1: for quite a long story, and they contain many different
Speaker 1: elements of the paranormal, from pre cognitive dreams all the
Speaker 1: way to terrifying poltergeist activity. I've broken these experiences down
Speaker 1: to individual cases, as I feel that this is the
Speaker 1: best way to separate the blocks of incidents as they
Speaker 1: happen through various periods of time. I hope some or
Speaker 1: all of my stories resonate with the listeners and give
Speaker 1: others the confidence to share their experiences. So with all
Speaker 1: that said, let's go case one the beginning. I wanted
Speaker 1: to start off by talking about my own experiences with
Speaker 1: the paranormal, which all started back in October nineteen ninety four.
Speaker 1: At the time, I was nine years old and lived
Speaker 1: with my parents and two brothers on the outskirts of
Speaker 1: Southampton in an area called Calmore. The family home was
Speaker 1: built in the nineteen seventies and my parents moved in
Speaker 1: May nineteen eighty one. In nineteen ninety four, i'd been
Speaker 1: in hospital and it was my first night back at
Speaker 1: home after having my right ear operated on. I shared
Speaker 1: a bedroom with my twin brother SI, which overlooked the
Speaker 1: back of the house. I woke up at about three
Speaker 1: am due to the pain and drumming sound in my ear,
Speaker 1: and my brother was sound asleep. Despite the sound in
Speaker 1: my ear, the room still felt quiet, somehow, quieter and
Speaker 1: colder than usual. I got myself to sleep, laying on
Speaker 1: my back with my arms outside the covers, and as
Speaker 1: I was about to drop off, I felt something take
Speaker 1: my wrists and I was pulled up and down. This
Speaker 1: happened around four times, with my heart racing. I opened
Speaker 1: my eyes, turned and looked at my brother. He was
Speaker 1: tucked up in his bed, still fast asleep. I checked
Speaker 1: the bedroom door, which was still clothed, so I knew
Speaker 1: no one had come in. Even if they had, why
Speaker 1: would anyone do that? I don't know what happened that night,
Speaker 1: and to this day it still haunts me. Moving forward
Speaker 1: to March nineteen ninety five, and I woke up again
Speaker 1: at around three am. So I was snoring in his
Speaker 1: bed and out of ten minutes, I couldn't get to sleep.
Speaker 1: I couldn't get comfortable and the snoring was keeping me awake.
Speaker 1: I rolled onto my left side, but again I just
Speaker 1: couldn't seem to get comfortable. I didn't want to sleep
Speaker 1: on my right side as the snoring was really loud,
Speaker 1: and I didn't want to lay on my back due
Speaker 1: to the horrible experience I had in October. With reluctance,
Speaker 1: I rolled onto my back and the only way to
Speaker 1: describe it was the ceiling of my room was replaced
Speaker 1: by the most beautiful, starry sky I'd ever seen. I
Speaker 1: know it sounds completely surreal and out there, but it
Speaker 1: was simply amazing. The sky was a rich, deep purple color,
Speaker 1: getting lighter, changing in color as it got further out,
Speaker 1: where it met a cloud which was encasing the sky
Speaker 1: in a circle. It was then that I noticed it
Speaker 1: was extremely quiet and I couldn't hear my brother snoring.
Speaker 2: I was just in.
Speaker 1: Awe and it felt peaceful. It was a definite step
Speaker 1: up from what happened in October. I don't know how
Speaker 1: long I was staring at the sky for, but for
Speaker 1: a while after it began to grow darker, the clouds
Speaker 1: started to cover the sky, shrinking this strange but beautiful
Speaker 1: view to the size of a small circle. I blinked
Speaker 1: and the ceiling had returned to normal. I was one
Speaker 1: hundred percent awake, and I know what I saw, and
Speaker 1: it was beautiful. Case two, What's above your head? What's
Speaker 1: at the end of your bed? In the summer of
Speaker 1: nineteen ninety five, my brother and I were moved to
Speaker 1: the front bedroom of the house. I can only guess
Speaker 1: that this was because my parents wanted a bigger bedroom,
Speaker 1: so unfortunately we were the casualties. Despite it being a
Speaker 1: smaller bedroom. I was kind of happy to move because
Speaker 1: of those experiences in the back bedroom, and I really
Speaker 1: wasn't expecting any kind of repeat performance. At least I
Speaker 1: hoped for that peace at last, or at least it
Speaker 1: was to start with. Around a month later, Sy and
Speaker 1: I were in our beds, and some short time after
Speaker 1: we'd both settled down, we heard boxes being moved along
Speaker 1: the boards in the loft. We thought it was a
Speaker 1: bit strange at that time of night, Why would somebody
Speaker 1: be in the loft moving things around so late in
Speaker 1: the evening. In the morning, we asked our mum if
Speaker 1: Dad had been in the loft in the night, and
Speaker 1: told her what we'd heard. She looked at us and
Speaker 1: said that he hadn't been up there, and the loft
Speaker 1: didn't have boards, it was just beams and insulation, So
Speaker 1: what was making those noises? Who or what had been
Speaker 1: up there. In October that year, I had another operation,
Speaker 1: but this time on my left ear. On my first
Speaker 1: night back home, I had just gone into bed, and
Speaker 1: all I could hear was the drumming noise in my ear. This,
Speaker 1: coupled with the pain, was doing a damn good job
Speaker 1: of keeping me awake. I was lying on my right
Speaker 1: side and I couldn't hear my surroundings at all, such
Speaker 1: as the clock ticking. All I could hear was that
Speaker 1: constant drumming noise beating away inside my ear, inside my brain.
Speaker 1: I don't know if because of this my other senses
Speaker 1: became heightened, but I began to develop an odd feeling,
Speaker 1: a strange sensation, as if the covers at the bottom
Speaker 1: of the bed were being moved. Then, terrifyingly, it felt
Speaker 1: as if hands were coming up from under the covers
Speaker 1: trying to touch my feet. I raised my head and
Speaker 1: asked SI where he was in the room, thinking that
Speaker 1: he was trying to prank me. He said he was
Speaker 1: in bed, but I asked him to wave a hand
Speaker 1: at me to give me some sort of proof. SI
Speaker 1: began to wave at me, and I could see this
Speaker 1: against the curtains. He was definitely in bed, but alarmingly,
Speaker 1: I could still feel the covers slowly moving. Praying that
Speaker 1: this was just the one off experience, I curled my
Speaker 1: legs up to move away from whatever was trying to
Speaker 1: grab hold of me. This strange and frightening incident continued
Speaker 1: to repeat itself on and off for many years, always
Speaker 1: at the point when I just got into bed for
Speaker 1: the night. Even to this day, I always sleep with
Speaker 1: my arms under the covers on my side, with my
Speaker 1: legs curled in, and I make sure that I have
Speaker 1: my covers tucked under the mattress case. Three A close
Speaker 1: shave in nineteen ninety six, just for context, we'd move
Speaker 1: the bedroom around and my bed was now by the window.
Speaker 1: There was a gap between the beds and we had
Speaker 1: a bedside cabinet with our radio, clock and lamps on.
Speaker 1: On the other side of the room, we had a
Speaker 1: TV that was central to us, so we could both
Speaker 1: view it equally. I remember us being fans of Wallace
Speaker 1: and Grommit, and we even had a poster above the TV.
Speaker 2: It was the.
Speaker 1: Image of them when Wallace was riding the motorcycle and
Speaker 1: Grommitt was in the sidecar and they were going to
Speaker 1: wash windows. They even had a ladder attached to the sidecar.
Speaker 1: During the early hours, at around two to three AM,
Speaker 1: I woke up to the rustling sound of the poster
Speaker 1: and saw my brother try to put it back up.
Speaker 1: This was so odd because this poster had been up
Speaker 1: with no problems for months. It easily had enough blue
Speaker 1: tack on it to keep the poster to the wall,
Speaker 1: and there was no wind that night. In hindsight and
Speaker 1: thinking about it now, the room felt eerie, very still.
Speaker 1: The poster rustled again, but louder this time, and I
Speaker 1: can remember thinking, he's really struggling here to put that
Speaker 1: back up, and I could see the underside of the
Speaker 1: poster going up and down, up and down. Then something
Speaker 1: very disturbing happened, something that I still struggle to come
Speaker 1: to terms with even to this day. It must be
Speaker 1: a twin thing. But in a split second, we both
Speaker 1: asked each other the same question, what do you do it?
Speaker 1: And then both of.
Speaker 2: Us replying I'm in bed, I'm in bed.
Speaker 1: Instinctively, we both counted free two one, and then turned
Speaker 1: our lamps on at the same time. We both then
Speaker 1: watched that poster fall back down, coming to rest over
Speaker 1: the TV. What had just happened, well, what had happened
Speaker 1: was this, we had both woken up at the same time.
Speaker 1: We both thought that each other was trying to put
Speaker 1: the poster back up, and both of us actually saw
Speaker 1: each other put it back up, followed by us both
Speaker 1: watching it fall from the wall. We still don't know
Speaker 1: who we saw, who was struggling with that poster, and
Speaker 1: that is such a frightening thought that someone or something
Speaker 1: was in our room with us. With us both being
Speaker 1: freaked out by the experience, we took the poster down
Speaker 1: permanently and never put it back up again. Case four
Speaker 1: The Past, the Presence and the Future Part one. Throughout
Speaker 1: the rest of the late nineteen nineties, my brother and
Speaker 1: I experienced a strange presence in our home many times
Speaker 1: regularly we would have a feeling of dread wash over us,
Speaker 1: and it wasn't long before other strange occurrences began to
Speaker 1: take place, the extremely eerie sensation of someone or something
Speaker 1: brushing past us, the unmistakable feeling of the weight of
Speaker 1: a person sitting down on our beds, And every single
Speaker 1: time incidents such as these would occur, our room would
Speaker 1: always become cold, still eerily quiet, like the time with
Speaker 1: the poster. I remember once my mum being unwell and
Speaker 1: in bed. My dad was at work, and my two
Speaker 1: brothers and I were downstairs watching TV. I distinctly recall
Speaker 1: becoming very angry at my brothers and deciding to go
Speaker 1: to bed. I walked into our room and closed the door,
Speaker 1: then got into bed and turned the lamp off. Almost immediately,
Speaker 1: I noticed that the room was completely void of all sound,
Speaker 1: as if somebody had turned the volume of reality all
Speaker 1: the way down. I also quickly became aware that the
Speaker 1: room seemed much darker than it normally would have been,
Speaker 1: so dark, in fact, that I couldn't even see the
Speaker 1: landing light through the crack of the door. I began
Speaker 1: to feel very uneasy and sense that an extremely unpleasant
Speaker 1: presence had somehow gained entry to our bedroom. I was
Speaker 1: completely alone, yet I knew that someone or something was
Speaker 1: inside that room with me. As I lay there, completely terrified,
Speaker 1: I heard what sounded like someone walking past me, and
Speaker 1: then felt a puff of cool air hid my face.
Speaker 1: I knew for a fact that the window was shut,
Speaker 1: so it definitely couldn't have been the wind or a draft.
Speaker 1: I then both felt and heard the brushing sound of
Speaker 1: something against my bed covers. It was coming from the
Speaker 1: bottom of my bed. It was then that I felt
Speaker 1: the covers moving at my feet. I summoned up the
Speaker 1: courage and switched the lamp on. The feelings of unease
Speaker 1: and terror quickly went away. I then got out of bed,
Speaker 1: got dressed, and went back downstairs after my mum was
Speaker 1: feeling better. A couple of days later, I mentioned for
Speaker 1: the first time about the experiences I was having. I
Speaker 1: recounted the time I was being pulled up and down
Speaker 1: in my bed back in my old bedroom, the different
Speaker 1: incidents which my brother and I were now experiencing in
Speaker 1: our current bedroom. It was then and only then that
Speaker 1: she told me that she was also having her own
Speaker 1: strange experiences. She mentioned that on one particular evening, while
Speaker 1: she was in bed, she heard the bedroom door open
Speaker 1: and felt someone get into bed next to her. The
Speaker 1: creepy thing about this incident was this my dad was
Speaker 1: at work at the time, so she was alone.
Speaker 2: She said she.
Speaker 1: Wanted to scream, but was so overwhelmed and frozen with
Speaker 1: terror that she simply couldn't. Whatever this thing was that
Speaker 1: was lying next to her in bed, it radiant, an
Speaker 1: ominous presence, and she couldn't bear it. But she also
Speaker 1: couldn't move. It felt real, solid, something that wasn't going away.
Speaker 1: The strange thing is that my mum and dad were
Speaker 1: now in the bedroom where my brother and I used
Speaker 1: to be, and my mom was sleeping in the exact
Speaker 1: same spot that I used to when I was in
Speaker 1: that room. And if that wasn't enough, my dad also
Speaker 1: mentioned that he'd woken up to find the figure of
Speaker 1: a female standing at the side of the bed without
Speaker 1: a face.
Speaker 2: Oh my god.
Speaker 1: Deeply horrifying if you ask me. But these experiences weren't
Speaker 1: limited to our bedrooms. They began to spread to other
Speaker 1: areas of the house. In the bathroom, my mum has
Speaker 1: been poked in the back numerous times, then there's the kitchen.
Speaker 1: We've felt cold air brush past us when all windows
Speaker 1: and doors are closed, and there's also a definite sense
Speaker 1: of a presence in there. Whether it's the same one
Speaker 1: as upstairs, I'm not sure, but it'll position itself behind us,
Speaker 1: making the hair on the backs of our necks stand up.
Speaker 1: In the lounge, we've witnessed the curtain waving by itself again.
Speaker 1: There have been no windows open, and everybody else in
Speaker 1: the room at that time has been sat down, so
Speaker 1: they couldn't have caused it to move. Case four, The Past, Present,
Speaker 1: and the Future Part two. Fast forward now to two
Speaker 1: thousand and one, and all had been quiet and normal
Speaker 1: for a while, but it didn't stay that way for long.
Speaker 1: It was around March time and I'd had two dreams,
Speaker 1: both of which were quite disturbing. They depicted airplanes crashing
Speaker 1: into buildings, and at the time I didn't know what
Speaker 1: the buildings were, but what struck in my mind the
Speaker 1: most was one particular part of the building, which was
Speaker 1: sticking out of the rubble. I didn't see this image
Speaker 1: again until the aftermath of nine eleven, almost six months
Speaker 1: after I'd had those dreams.
Speaker 2: There I was.
Speaker 1: Staring at the harrowing image of the wrecked steel structure
Speaker 1: of the World Trade Center, a former icon of the
Speaker 1: New York Skyline jutting out of the devastation which surrounded them,
Speaker 1: laid bare on the front page of the newspaper. I
Speaker 1: shuddered and wondered what was happening to me. In November,
Speaker 1: I woke up again from another vivid dream, one that
Speaker 1: I'll never forget. I spoke with my mum just after
Speaker 1: my dream in the morning where I had the dream
Speaker 1: that my Nan wasn't well and according to the dream,
Speaker 1: the outcome wasn't going to be good. I told her
Speaker 1: that we that's my immediate family. Grandad, my uncle, and
Speaker 1: his partner at the time, were all in the back lounge,
Speaker 1: but Nan wasn't there and we were all upset. My
Speaker 1: mum replied, well, that's not going to happen now, and
Speaker 1: Granddad haven't spoken to Dad since nineteen ninety six. This
Speaker 1: was because of some harsh chosen words said by my
Speaker 1: dad towards my grandparents when my parents temporarily split up.
Speaker 1: Two weeks after that dream, my family and I went
Speaker 1: into Southampton to do some late night Christmas shopping. My
Speaker 1: mum received a phone call from her brother saying that
Speaker 1: Nan had been stuck on the stairs and couldn't move.
Speaker 1: The doctor believed she dislocated her hip and was being
Speaker 1: taken to hospital. Thankfully, she hadn't dislocated her hip, but
Speaker 1: was diagnosed as being borderline diabetic. Strangely, I couldn't settle
Speaker 1: and was concerned that it was something more because of
Speaker 1: the dream I'd had. Christmas and New Year came and went,
Speaker 1: and the January Blues were in full swing. What's more,
Speaker 1: my NaN's health was slowly deteriorating and we were all
Speaker 1: becoming very worried. My dad made amends with myn and
Speaker 1: Grandad and we started visiting them more during this time.
Speaker 1: It was now Monday, the twenty first of January twenty
Speaker 1: twenty two, and I was walking home from college and
Speaker 1: I saw my brother Mike on his bicycle, returning to
Speaker 1: work from his lunch at home. He looked pale and
Speaker 1: had been clearly upset. He told me that the doctors
Speaker 1: had been to see how Nan and she had been
Speaker 1: diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and didn't have long left to live.
Speaker 1: My heart sank, and the only thing I said to
Speaker 1: him was she isn't going to make it to the weekend.
Speaker 1: I have no idea what made me say that, but
Speaker 1: I just knew she wasn't going to make it to Saturday.
Speaker 1: I skipped college on Thursday because, to be honest, I
Speaker 1: wasn't in the right frame of mind to learn anything.
Speaker 1: I just wanted to spend what time I had with
Speaker 1: my Nan. Around lunchtime, I was sitting in the chair
Speaker 1: and felt a bit giddy, so my great aunt got
Speaker 1: me a kick kat and a sugary TEA. Look over
Speaker 1: at my Nan, who was lying in this hospital bed
Speaker 1: in her lounge and noticed this shadow cast over her head.
Speaker 1: There wasn't anything there to cast this shadow, so I
Speaker 1: was slightly confused. I also saw an electric blue spark
Speaker 1: at the bottom of her bed. I later googled these
Speaker 1: experiences to see if there was any meaning to them,
Speaker 1: and both pointed to psychics who see these phenomena in
Speaker 1: cancer and the end of life patience. My Nan sadly
Speaker 1: passed away on Friday morning at around twelve twenty five
Speaker 1: a m. Even though I was there when she took
Speaker 1: her final breath, I never took the chance to say
Speaker 1: goodbye or to say that I loved her. I guess
Speaker 1: I was just numb and in shock from her passing.
Speaker 1: It was only when the undertakers took her away that
Speaker 1: I realized that we were all in the back room
Speaker 1: exactly how it was in my dream. Was this another
Speaker 1: premonition of the future or just a coincidence. As a
Speaker 1: side note, what was noticeable and weird was the change
Speaker 1: in weather, gray and cold throughout the day, and the
Speaker 1: evening wet and windy. It was around ten pm. My
Speaker 1: dad and the two brothers went home, but I wanted
Speaker 1: to remain with my Nan, Mum, granddad, and uncle. The
Speaker 1: night nurse then noticed a change in my Nan and
Speaker 1: knew she was close to death. At this point, we
Speaker 1: were listening to Green Sleeves with pan pipes, which my
Speaker 1: Nan loved to listen to. The moment she passed, the
Speaker 1: music stopped mid song. No one touched the CD player,
Speaker 1: and what's more, there were six of us there who
Speaker 1: all witnessed this, and that was when we noticed the
Speaker 1: stark change in weather. The wind and rain had suddenly stopped,
Speaker 1: and the sky went clear, with two stars shining brightly
Speaker 1: over the house. My mum believes it was my great
Speaker 1: Nan coming back. To guide my Nan to heaven. Case
Speaker 1: five Nan comes to Visit. It was now March two
Speaker 1: thousand and two, and it was what would have been
Speaker 1: my NaN's birthday. My Nan loved classic chill out music,
Speaker 1: and I decided to play her favorite song on repeat
Speaker 1: from the album on my CD Walkman. I was in
Speaker 1: bed at the time, and we had a dome shaped
Speaker 1: battery powered camping light in our room. I'd put this
Speaker 1: on so my brother didn't have to turn the main
Speaker 1: light on when he was going to bed. As I
Speaker 1: listened to this song on repeat, I can only describe
Speaker 1: the room temperature dropping, and even though my eyes were closed,
Speaker 1: I noticed the room getting darker. I opened my eyes
Speaker 1: and saw the light beginning to fade out, as if
Speaker 1: something was drawing it away little by little, until it
Speaker 1: eventually died out completely. It was then that I decided
Speaker 1: to turn both the music and the light off and
Speaker 1: go to sleep. The next morning, I apologized to SI
Speaker 1: for turning the light off and mentioned that we needed
Speaker 1: new batteries because it had died on me while I
Speaker 1: was listening to my music. He looked at me puzzled
Speaker 1: and said it shouldn't have. I only put new batteries
Speaker 1: in it yesterday morning, and when I turned it on
Speaker 1: when I went to bed, it was absolutely fine. Maybe
Speaker 1: Nan was using the batteries from the light to come
Speaker 1: through to listen to her favorite song. Summer was quickly
Speaker 1: approaching and it was now May. It was at this
Speaker 1: time that I had another very vivid dream, and just
Speaker 1: like the one I had with my Nan, this one
Speaker 1: also sticks with me randomly. I dreamt of being in
Speaker 1: a supermarket car park with my family and my granddad
Speaker 1: was pushing my Nan in her wheelchair, just slightly ahead
Speaker 1: of me. My dad then said that I needed to
Speaker 1: say goodbye to my Nan, so I ran up to
Speaker 1: her and gave her a big hug and said goodbye.
Speaker 1: I told her that I loved her, and she held
Speaker 1: me tight and said the same thing. Back in the dream,
Speaker 1: I was crying and I instantly woke up with tears
Speaker 1: running down my face. It felt so real, and I
Speaker 1: believed that it was both my NaN's and my chance
Speaker 1: to finally say goodbye. The strange incidents with my Nan continued,
Speaker 1: and on one June evening, I was in the living
Speaker 1: room watching TV when I decided to go to bed.
Speaker 1: I say good night to my mom and was stopped
Speaker 1: dead in my tracks. I saw a face at the
Speaker 1: front door window, not the face of a stranger or
Speaker 1: a friend, but the face of my nan. I didn't
Speaker 1: have the heart to tell my mom what I'd just seen.
Speaker 1: I didn't want to upset her. I only told her
Speaker 1: that I thought I'd seen a face through the glass.
Speaker 1: My mom came out to take a look, but by
Speaker 1: that time the face had gone. The next day, at college,
Speaker 1: I put some newspaper down on table in preparation to
Speaker 1: do some artwork. I noticed that one of the pages
Speaker 1: had the daily horoscopes printed on it, and out of
Speaker 1: curiosity more than anything, I found my star sign, which
Speaker 1: was Sagittarius, and proceeded to read it. My mouth dropped
Speaker 1: as I read the line, A familiar face will be
Speaker 1: seen at the door. I checked the date of the
Speaker 1: newspaper and it was the day before K six, who
Speaker 1: called for help, August two thousand and three, and it
Speaker 1: was the bank holiday weekend. For once. The bank holiday
Speaker 1: was a bright and sunny day, which was a stark
Speaker 1: change to the usual rain soaked washouts. My parents went
Speaker 1: to do some shopping and then picked Sy up from work.
Speaker 1: I was in the living room, flicking through the sky
Speaker 1: menu to see what was worth watching. I heard the
Speaker 1: back door open, and turning around to quickly look, I
Speaker 1: saw a shadow cast under the stairs, my mom finally
Speaker 1: back from shopping.
Speaker 2: I then heard Ian, can you come and help?
Speaker 1: I replied, yeah, okay, and while talking to myself, I
Speaker 1: said there's nothing on the TV anyway. I turned the
Speaker 1: TV off and put the remote control on the side.
Speaker 1: I walked to the kitchen and found that there was
Speaker 1: nobody there. A little confused, I went to the back
Speaker 1: door in the hallway and found that it was locked.
Speaker 1: I went back into the kitchen and looked through the
Speaker 1: window to see if I could see the car outside
Speaker 1: the gate. Nothing was there. I messaged my mom and
Speaker 1: asked where they were, and she said they were still
Speaker 1: waiting for Siight to finish work. To this day, I
Speaker 1: am still unsure who it was calling for help, and
Speaker 1: to be honest, I don't think i'll ever know. K
Speaker 1: seven Holiday of a death Time September two thousand and
Speaker 1: three and I had the opportunity to go to a
Speaker 1: beetha with my friends. What should have been the holiday
Speaker 1: of a lifetime soon turned into something more like an
Speaker 1: awakening in the daytime, the humidity was absolutely unbearable, and
Speaker 1: being Brits and knowing how badly equipped we sometimes are
Speaker 1: at coping with heat, we decided to chill out and
Speaker 1: take a nap before heading out. Later that day, my
Speaker 1: brother Si also went to a bether with some of
Speaker 1: his friends, so decided to crash in my room and
Speaker 1: stay with me and my friends. We were all napping,
Speaker 1: with Sigh on the one side of my bed and
Speaker 1: me on the other. I began dreaming again, and this
Speaker 1: time I was playing basketball with my parents and my brothers.
Speaker 1: We were playing at the old gym in my secondary school,
Speaker 1: and after finishing, my dad said that's enough, now let's go.
Speaker 1: They left the gym one by one and I was
Speaker 1: last to leave. But as soon as I stepped through
Speaker 1: the doors, everything went black. I began to feel light,
Speaker 1: as if I was floating, and in a strange and
Speaker 1: comforting way, I felt completely free. As stupid as it sounds,
Speaker 1: I saw a light in the distance, so I decided
Speaker 1: to head towards it, not having any clue whatsoever where
Speaker 1: it would lead to. Slowly, but surely, a scene began
Speaker 1: to drift into view, A scene which surrounded me entirely.
Speaker 1: I was in a room and my Nan was there,
Speaker 1: sitting in a chair and looking out of the window,
Speaker 1: something she used to do when she was alive. I
Speaker 1: went up to my Nan and gave her a massive hug.
Speaker 1: I said to her, Nan, I miss you so much.
Speaker 1: Can I stay here with you? And she replied, it's
Speaker 1: not your time. I looked at her and said, but
Speaker 1: I'm happy. I feel at peace, and I'm completely free
Speaker 1: of pain and sadness. She replied again, saying it's not
Speaker 1: your time. It's not your time. It's not your time,
Speaker 1: getting quite stern. By the third utterance, the room around
Speaker 1: me began to get dark once again, and slowly the
Speaker 1: scene faded away. I was back in that black void again,
Speaker 1: floating around, not knowing where I was or where I
Speaker 1: was going. Suddenly I was pulled away really quickly and
Speaker 1: woke up, lunging upwards from my bed, gasping for air.
Speaker 1: I believed that I was close to death that day,
Speaker 1: and I also believe that it was my man who
Speaker 1: saved my life. I feel having a near death experience
Speaker 1: has profoundly changed me in so many ways. It indicated
Speaker 1: to me that I had been given a second chance,
Speaker 1: and that whatever I was put on this earth to
Speaker 1: do clearly wasn't finished. After moving out of the family
Speaker 1: home and moving around the area, I really only had
Speaker 1: one experience. Everything seemed quiet, settled back to normal. But
Speaker 1: fast forward to October twenty fifteen, and I was living
Speaker 1: back at home. This time I lived with my parents
Speaker 1: and granddad. He sadly passed away in the kitchen and
Speaker 1: was found by my mum and niece Alex, who was
Speaker 1: only three years old at the time. Each night after
Speaker 1: his passing, I heard him in his bedroom, where he
Speaker 1: spent most of his time. I heard his TV being
Speaker 1: switched on, his bedroom light and plug switch being used,
Speaker 1: all the things that would have suggested to anyone who
Speaker 1: didn't know that my granddad was still alive and well.
Speaker 1: I got out of bed to place my ear on
Speaker 1: the door to try and listen to what my parents
Speaker 1: were watching and then compare it to what was playing
Speaker 1: on the other side of the wall. As you can
Speaker 1: probably already guess, it was completely different. I was adamant
Speaker 1: I was right, so I got off the floor and
Speaker 1: opened my door and was confronted by something that just
Speaker 1: shouldn't have been happening.
Speaker 2: There.
Speaker 1: Through the gap under the door, I could clearly make
Speaker 1: out the faint glow of the TV from my Granddad's room.
Speaker 1: Plucking up the courage, I opened his door, and as
Speaker 1: soon as I did this, I was met with a
Speaker 1: dark room and everything was switched off, including the plug sockets,
Speaker 1: which I had turned off the day he passed. There
Speaker 1: was no mistaking what I was hearing coming from this room,
Speaker 1: which was completely different to the TV sounds downstairs. All
Speaker 1: of this only reinforced to me that my granddad had
Speaker 1: visited his old room. August twenty sixteen soon came around,
Speaker 1: and that meant my parents were away on holiday. I'd
Speaker 1: had a pretty busy day with work and was relaxing
Speaker 1: at home. It was also the first time I'd been
Speaker 1: alone in the house since my granddad had passed. We
Speaker 1: both moved into my parents' house back in twenty twelve,
Speaker 1: and while they were away on holiday a year, I
Speaker 1: was a customed to running errands and cooking for him.
Speaker 1: His eyesight wasn't brilliant and he couldn't really see the
Speaker 1: controls on the microwave or cooker. A couple of times
Speaker 1: I'd find that the hob was left on low when
Speaker 1: he thought he'd switched it off or the microwave would
Speaker 1: beep due to not being canceled properly. One of his
Speaker 1: favorites was a meal for one roast dinner, which he
Speaker 1: always preferred in the microwave. On this particular evening, I
Speaker 1: cooked myself a meal for one but in the oven.
Speaker 1: After finishing clearing up, I looked around the kitchen just
Speaker 1: to make sure I hadn't missed anything. My attention was
Speaker 1: quickly drawn to the microwave, simply because of the time,
Speaker 1: which was showing on the front display. It read nineteen
Speaker 1: forty two. I turned the kitchen light off, double checked
Speaker 1: that the doors were all locked, and went to head upstairs.
Speaker 1: No more than a couple of seconds later, I heard
Speaker 1: a beep from the microwave back downstairs. Thinking my mind
Speaker 1: was playing tricks on me, I continued to go upstairs,
Speaker 1: but just as I stepped foot on the landing, I
Speaker 1: heard the microwave beep again. Once again, I shrugged it
Speaker 1: off and headed to my bedroom. I began playing a
Speaker 1: game on my phone and had the TV on low
Speaker 1: for some background noise, when once again I heard the microwave,
Speaker 1: but this time it beamed four times, which indicated that
Speaker 1: it had finished cooking. Sitting there for a few seconds
Speaker 1: and realizing that I just couldn't shrug this off again,
Speaker 1: I went downstairs, turned the kitchen light on, and walked
Speaker 1: over to the microwave. Instead of showing the clock, the
Speaker 1: display red zero zero oh one. The only time this
Speaker 1: had ever happened in the past was when my granddad
Speaker 1: was trying to cook his meals in the microwave, and
Speaker 1: somehow he always managed to leave the display showing zero
Speaker 1: zero oh one. Case nine voices in my room. It's
Speaker 1: now twenty twenty four and it's the tenth of January.
Speaker 1: Except the usual goings on with the feelings of a
Speaker 1: presence around the house. Things up to this point had
Speaker 1: been relatively quiet, but as before, this didn't last. I
Speaker 1: was watching The Big Bang Theory on Netflix. I could
Speaker 1: hear other voices than those on the show. I thought
Speaker 1: I'd accidentally had music or a podcast on my phone
Speaker 1: at first, but nothing. I pause Netflix, but the voices continued.
Speaker 1: I couldn't make out what these voices were saying, but
Speaker 1: there were more than two. I have Bluetooth on one
Speaker 1: of my light projectors, so maybe that had picked something up.
Speaker 1: But I really can't see how as I don't know
Speaker 1: how to connect it. Plus each time I put it on,
Speaker 1: I always turned bluetooth off. I'm at a loss. I
Speaker 1: have no idea where these voices were coming from. I
Speaker 1: can remember getting out of bed and looking out of
Speaker 1: the window, but there was nobody there. I also went
Speaker 1: over to the lights, but nothing was coming from them either.
Speaker 1: What I am certain of is this that these voices
Speaker 1: were definitely coming from within my bedroom, and they seemed
Speaker 1: to stop as soon as I got close to where
Speaker 1: I felt they were. Case ten, demonic growl. It's January
Speaker 1: the twenty fourth. Over the years, I've suffered with sleep paralysis,
Speaker 1: so I know all too well what it is and
Speaker 1: what to expect when I have an episode of it.
Speaker 1: This particular night, I know in my heart that this
Speaker 1: wasn't sleep paralysis or sleep deprivation. I was one hundred
Speaker 1: percent awake and mobile and completely aware of my surroundings.
Speaker 1: It was a windy night, but relatively mild as far
Speaker 1: as the temperature was concerned. Quite a rare occurrence years ago,
Speaker 1: but more regular these days. Due to this, I found
Speaker 1: myself waking up feeling hot, bothered, and uncomfortable, I had
Speaker 1: a drink of water and rolled onto my left side.
Speaker 1: Now I feel that I should point something out for context,
Speaker 1: because it's important as far as what happened next is concerned.
Speaker 1: Years ago, when I had the ear operations mentioned earlier
Speaker 1: in the episode, they caused damage to my right ear.
Speaker 1: I suffered a loss of hearing around twenty percent. But
Speaker 1: that's not all. My ear canal is slowly collapsing, which
Speaker 1: is making it even harder now to hear anything. I
Speaker 1: also still suffer from the constant drumming noise again as
Speaker 1: detailed earlier in this episode. Now, with me lying on
Speaker 1: my left side, I couldn't hear the window and finally
Speaker 1: began to get comfortable. Then I heard a sound which
Speaker 1: made my skin crawl. A sound which I can only
Speaker 1: describe as a growl, but a growl that I've never
Speaker 1: heard before. It was so loud that it sounded as
Speaker 1: if it was directly behind me. Yes, I'll admit the
Speaker 1: window was open and the wind was blowing a gale,
Speaker 1: but as mentioned, the hearing in my right ear is
Speaker 1: very poor because of this. From my viewpoint, it was
Speaker 1: pretty quiet, but that growl, that sound was very distinctive
Speaker 1: and seemed very very close to me. I actually found
Speaker 1: a sound clip of a demonic type of growl, so
Speaker 1: that on top of describing it to my family and friends,
Speaker 1: they could actually roughly hear what I had heard. Here
Speaker 1: is the clip. It totally freaked me out and I
Speaker 1: don't think I'll ever get over this. Just hearing that
Speaker 1: sound clip send shivers down my spine and makes my
Speaker 1: hair stand up on the back of my neck. And
Speaker 1: this is where my story comes to an end for now.
Speaker 1: There are a couple of other incidents which have occurred,
Speaker 1: but nothing along the lines of what I've described. These
Speaker 1: are the main stories that I wanted to share, and
Speaker 1: I sincerely hope that they are enjoyed by the listeners.
Speaker 1: And you keep up the amazing work, and I look
Speaker 1: forward to hearing more stories when each episode is released.
Speaker 1: Kind regards Ian Harris, and that is where this episode
Speaker 1: draws to a close. We have to give huge thanks
Speaker 1: and appreciation to Ian for being kind enough to send
Speaker 1: in these stories, for also putting so much trust in
Speaker 1: the show that he felt comfortable enough to begin to
Speaker 1: write these experiences down. For many who have already done this,
Speaker 1: they often comment that afterwards, It gives them a sense
Speaker 1: of peace, closure, and the very process of sharing their
Speaker 1: stories feels therapeutic, almost cathartic. So what do you think
Speaker 1: of Ian's experiences? Do you have similar stories and are
Speaker 1: you willing to share them. One thing that we always
Speaker 1: try to point out is that the show's community, which
Speaker 1: has been built up since our first episode in twenty
Speaker 1: twenty one, is truly amazing. All of you listeners out
Speaker 1: there are the real stars of this show and it
Speaker 1: would be nothing without all of you. You welcome these stories,
Speaker 1: digest them, comment on them, but most importantly, you never judge.
Speaker 1: You encourage, and we at the Haunted UK part podcast
Speaker 1: can't thank you all enough for that. So that just
Speaker 1: leaves me to finish off this episode by saying this,
Speaker 1: if you had an imaginary friend when you were a child,
Speaker 1: or if you vaguely remember being tormented by shadowy phantom
Speaker 1: figures at night, or perhaps being able to talk to
Speaker 1: a grandparent who had long since passed, then please take
Speaker 1: note of those memories, because who knows, remembering might just
Speaker 1: be the beginning the awakening of a sense that's always
Speaker 1: been there, the hidden, sensitive part of your mind, the
Speaker 1: part you've locked away. And if that happens and you
Speaker 1: feel the urge to write down your experiences, well, the
Speaker 1: next person to be the subject of an episode of
Speaker 1: this podcast to tell such stories of whispering, grinning shadows,
Speaker 1: kindly ghostly relatives, a friend in Victorian clothes, and deathly
Speaker 1: parlor to match. Yes, that person.
Speaker 2: Could be you, Park Book and Book te