Speaker 1: Welcome to the show once again, and as always, I
am your host, Nick Ryan. Tonight's show brings us nine
listener stories, and our first experience comes to us from
our Ours story is called past life, time travel, or
a random dream r says he Nick. I found your
podcast on Spotify last month and have been binge listening
ever since. Like some of your listeners, it inspired me
to share some of my own experiences and or dreams
I've had that make me believe there is something more
to them. But first a little background. I come from
a family that believes in the paranormal, and I have
been exposed to it since I was a child. Some
members of my family are gifted in different ways as well,
which leads me to believe that some of my experiences
are related to some sort of gift I may have,
and potentially my young daughter. But for now, here is
the story that I have to share. And one of
your old podcasts actually triggered the memory. Several years ago,
I had quite the vivid dream about wandering the streets
of a beautiful white city surrounded by mountains. I was
dressed all in white and was visiting a temple where
apparently my dream sister was the high priestess. I could
smell the air and feel it, but I didn't think
anything of it, as it all felt so natural to me.
Within the dream, my sister was advising what I think
was someone of high nobility about her recent visions. But
from there things were a bit strange, as she saw
me approaching and only smiled as if to let me
know that all was well. Fast forward, I found myself
walking with her through the temple and she shared what
she saw, which was that our home would soon disappear
from the world and that I needed to repair for
what was to come. Unfortunately, from here on, my memory
only recalls me having to say goodbye to not only
my sister, but also my family as well, running through
the streets, smelling fire and feeling the earth shaking beneath
my feet. I did manage to get safely away, and
from a distance I was able to see the beautiful
white city collapse into the earth. The shock of it
woke me, and just like in my dream, I woke
up in tears and feeling extremely heartbroken. The city was
named Lemeria, but before the dream I never knew of
the stories about Leamyria. It was the dream that made
me look into it, and whether or not the name
was just a figment of my imagination. Weeks later, I
was at a bookstore and while I was there, a
book caught my eye, so I bought it and I
took it home. It was a book about angels. Inside
the pages, I found a letter that spoke about Leamyria,
and it was signed Mikhail. But that's another story. Guards Are.
The episode that r is referring to is episode seventy,
in which I talk about the odd things that happen
around Mount Shasta, as well as the lost city of Lemeria.
Our next listener story comes to us from Maria. Maria's
story is called The Three Ladies at Dawn. Maria says, Hello.
Not long ago, I was living in Texas with my grandmother,
her two daughters, and their sheetsu dog. They are very
devoted Christians and their house has this really peaceful, calming vibe.
I used to sleep on the biggest couch in the
living room with my head facing the front door and
a lamp just above my head. One of the last
nights I've spent living there with them, I woke up
at around four thirty am, as usual because around five am,
my aunts would come to the kitchen to make breakfast. Obviously,
I had no intention of getting up yet, so I
kept laying there facing the door, with the dog on
the floor just beside the couch, and I shut my eyes,
hoping I would fall back asleep. I kept opening my
eyes every now and then because I could not go
back to sleep, but never would have imagined what I saw.
There were three ladies standing in front of the front door.
The three of them were wearing long, puffy black dresses.
Each of them were holding something at chest level, but
I couldn't clearly see what it was. They were looking
at me with anger, and I started to feel very frightened.
I closed my eyes immediately, and the little dog started
to howl in this really creepy way. The Holy Father
prayer was the first thing that came to my mind,
and I started praying silently, waiting for the dog to
stop howling and for the ladies to disappear as soon
as possible. The dog kept doing the same creepy thing
for about two minutes. I kept my eyes shut for
about twenty to thirty minutes, when I started to hear
noises coming from one of the rooms, and it wasn't
until one of my aunts came out that I opened
my eyes. To my relief, everything was bad to normal
and peaceful once again. I've never told them about this experience,
and I'm still not sure of what these entities were
or why they were there. I spent all of my
childhood in that house without any paranormal occurrences, and I've
spent more nights there after moving out and nothing related
has happened. Again. Our neck listener story comes to us
from Mattie. Mattie's story is called the Old Grace. Mattie says, Hey, Nick,
it's Mattie again. I hope this email finds you well.
I have another story for you if you choose to
use it. A couple years back, myself, my ex, and
two other friends decided to go into an old, abandoned
nursing residence. Keep in mind that we actually had to
sneak into this building and it was really hard to
do so. We were sure that no one else was
in the building with us. We went in with the
intentions of making a connection with whatever was in the building.
After finding out that the building was supposed to be
so here we were walking through this building with a
couple of recording devices to try and catch any EVPs
while we walked around. After we got out of the
basement and onto the main floor, we started our investigation
and it wasn't long before we started hearing footsteps around
us while we weren't moving, and we moved on after
a couple of minutes of no activity. So after a
couple of floors, we came to a room with a
smaller glass room inside of it, and one of my
friends said that she thought that the room was used
for testing out people's hearing, like a raise your hand
if you can hear the sound kind of thing. We
stood in silence. After asking a few questions in the room,
and with no signs of activity, we moved on. We
took a stairwell up to the very top floor, which
was flooded to an extent due to the roof being
so bad. A couple minutes after we got up there,
we started hearing a faint rumble above us, like someone
was running through the ceiling. It got louder and louder,
and we all started to get nervous as we didn't
know what it was, and suddenly a huge flock of
pigeons flew out of the ceiling and out a window
next to us and scared the living hell out of us.
So after a good laugh, we decided to head out
to our makeshift ladder and head home, thinking that we
had had a waste of a night, and we slowly
made our way down to the basement, which was just
below ground level, and slowly made our way out one
by one. I was the first one out, then my
friend Tom came out with me. It took a little
bit because we had to crawl out of the window
off the ladder on our stomachs. My ex and my
friend Zoe started handing out our gear through the boarded
out window. My ex started saying that she could hear
someone coming down the stairs, but it sounded like they
weighed hundreds of pounds, so they started to rush things
out of the window to us. The window was roughly
seven to eight feet off the ground where we had
our ladder, so it was a bit of a stretch
to get things up and out fast. The second they
had all the gear out to us, my ex and
my friend tried to both get out as fast as
they could to avoid whatever was coming down the stairs.
As soon as we pulled my ax out, Zoe was
right behind her. She was about half way out the
window when she screamed, something's got my legs. Myself and
my friend Tom grabbed her by the shoulders and began
to pull I'm a strong woman myself, and my friend
Tom is pretty strong as well, but we both had
to put our feet on the wall to pull Zoe
out of the window because whatever had hold of her
legs was pulling her, myself and even Tom back in
the window in a few seconds that seemed like forever.
Zoe was let go and the three of us all
fell to the ground. Zoe started to run as soon
as she was able to, and the rest of us followed.
Once back to the apartment, we took a look at
Zoe's legs and noticed there were huge hand prints around
her ankles that were big enough to wrap completely around
her ankles and then some. She said that the hands
felt like ice and were very strong. The next day,
myself and Zoe decided to listen to the recording that
we had taken in the building, and for the most part,
there was nothing until we got to the part where
we were in the room with the glass room in it.
You could hear Zoe saying what she thought, I thought
the room was used for. But then you could hear
what sounded like a little girl's laugh, But the laugh
quickly turned very deep and dark. To this day, we
don't know what grabbed Zoe's legs or what made that
laughing noise, but neither of us have been back to
the Old Grace since. Thanks for reading, and I wish
you and all the listeners well and safe times Mattie.
Mattie also included some pictures of the Old Grace, and
I'll be putting those up on the forum for everyone
to see. Our next Lester story comes to us from Maria.
Maria's story is called Grandpa Came Back to say Goodbye.
Maria says, hello, I've always been able to see spirits
and have dreams of what's going to happen. Therefore, I
have several stories that I want to share with you,
but I'll start with this one. The last time I
saw my grandfather was at my house, weeks before he
was taken to the hospital. He used to stay with
us for a few months, then another few months at
my aunts, and so on. My mom was pregnant with
twins at the time and I was nine years old.
Once my grandfather was in the hospital, I was not
allowed to go there due to his bad condition. I
guess my parents were trying to protect me from emotional trauma,
not knowing that it was hurting me deeper not being
able to see him. I think it was a few
months after he was committed to the hospital that my
parents told me that he had passed away. My grandfather
was the closest I had to a friend, and I
did not have a chance to say goodbye. He used
to spoil me more than my own parents, and he
used to tell me stories about his childhood days on
a daily basis. He used to play pranks on us
every time he got the chance. We sneaked sodas and
candy into the house together, and the list goes on.
Every morning at school, we used to line up before
walking into the classroom. Some parents and nanny's would usually
wait at the school entrance for the kids to enter
their classroom before leaving. At this point, it had been
almost a month since he had passed away, and I
was dropped off at school in the morning as you usual,
and just when we started walking into the classroom, I
saw my grandfather at the entrance, just standing there in
his usual outfit, a white guyabera, perfectly ironed brown jeans
and his neat hair combed. All the way back. I
couldn't stop walking because I would get in trouble, but
I couldn't stop staring at him. I was well aware
that he had passed, and I knew that this wasn't possible.
I asked myself if what I was seeing was real.
I may never have proof, but I know who I saw.
It was unmistakably him. He knew how much I wished
that I had been able to say goodbye to him,
and in a way, he made it possible. Thanks for sharing, Regards, Maria.
Our next Lister story comes to us from Rob. Rob's
story is called Ghost. Rob says, Hey, firstly, I would
like to say that before this happened, I didn't believe
in ghosts, and a big part of me still doesn't.
I was raised in an atheist family with a wrong
scientific influence from my parents. I've stayed and rented in
a lot of different accommodations and I've never experienced anything paranormal.
I own a house now and nothing has ever happened here.
But I had a six month lease on a rented
property back in two thousand and five, in which a
few strange things happened that I can't explain. Not long
after I moved in, I had a very scary sleep
paralysis experience. I woke up lying across my bed, outside
of the covers, and face down, with what felt like
someone sitting on top of me, holding me down. I
tried to shout to get off of me, but couldn't
utter any sound, but it seemed to will the figure
off of me and into the corner of my room.
When I could move, I got up and checked the
whole room, but obviously there was nothing there, so I
quickly dismissed it as sleep paralysis. Then one night, at
nine thirty one p m. I received a text message.
It's important to note that at this time I had
a monophone, and if I received a picture message from
a color phone, it would tell me that I had
a picture message and that I had to log on
to my mobile phone account to view it. Seeing that
the message was from my sister's phone, I ignored it
and decided to view it later. The next day. I
was driving back to work at lunch time. When I
received another message from my sister's phone that was also
a picture message. A few minutes later, I logged into
my mobile phone account and checked the two picture images,
except they weren't pictures exactly. They were pixels that scrolled
down the screen spelling two words in capital letters. Guess who.
Confused as to why my sister would be sending me
these questions when I knew their origin, I called her.
She assured me repeatedly that she hadn't sent me any
messages in the last couple of days. So I just
wrote it off as a technical error on my mobile
phone's provider's part and didn't think anything else of it.
But one night I woke up and could feel like
someone was sitting at the end of my bed, even
though there was no one there. This happened on a
number of nights, but it didn't feel scary or threatening.
It would probably freak me out now, and to be honest,
I can't explain why it didn't freak me out then.
Then one Friday night, I received another text. The time
was again nine thirty one p m. And before I
even opened it up, I knew what it said. Sure enough,
it said I had another picture message and to log
on to my mobile phone account, and when I did,
guess who was spelled out in small pixels on the screen.
A flat mate stayed with me for a short period,
but usually stayed at his girlfriend's flat. One night, I
woke up and heard what sounded like people talking in
the t V on and then the front door closing,
as if they had left the flat. The next time
I saw him, I simply said that I had heard
him in the flat that night, but he advised me
that he hadn't been there that night, even after I
repeatedly questioned him. It was a short term lease as
I was moving to London for a new job, so
all this happened during those six months. A couple other
things happened, but I feel that this account is long
enough and everything I have written is exactly what what occurred.
I draw no exact conclusions, and I am still a skeptic,
but I keep more of an open mind. Now, keep
up the good work. I've recently started listening to your podcast,
and I will continue to do so in the future.
Best wishes, Rob Our next listener story comes to us
from Melanie. Melanie's story is called a Ghostly story. Melanie
says Heinich love the podcast. I appreciate you giving a
platform to us that have experienced unexplainable events. You do
a great job. Ever since I can remember, I've always
had ghostly encounters from friendly to not so friendly spirits.
I seemed to have somehow attracted spirits to me throughout
my life without actually trying to. I have never played
with a Wiji board out of fear that it would
attract even more, but I digress. I thought I would
write to you about one of my more validated experiences.
One day, my family and I were all in the
kitchen talking when a strong smell of bo came out
of nowhere. This smell was very pungent and was not
ignored by any of us. We began to inspect where
it was coming from, all smelling each other's pits, and
could not figure it out. The smell eventually subsided and
was brushed off by us. A couple of days later,
I was sitting on the couch watching TV when in
my peripheral I saw a figure of a woman with
short brown hair wearing a blue jersey with a zero
zero on it. She had shorts, high socks, and yellow
sweat bands on her wrists and head. She was just
watching me from the hallway. I then started to smell
that pungent bo and the puzzle pieces began to be
put together. She disappeared as soon as I looked at her.
Of course, I saw this lady a couple of more
times in the same spot, watching me while I watched TV.
This was unusual to me because I could see details,
whereas most of my encounters are only white or black shadows.
One day, I decided to tell my mom about this.
My mom is a very open minded person and has
always been a blue in the spirit world. Before I
was able to finish explaining what I had been seeing,
my mom stopped me and expressed that she also had
seen her, and she then finished my description to the tea.
This was so validating to me because I typically brushed
these experiences off, thinking my mind is playing tricks on me.
My mom began trying to think of why this spirit
would be visiting us, and one memory came to mind
for her. She decided to pull out her old yearbook
from high school and started going through the pages. She
stopped on a page and showed me a girl that
looked a whole lot like the spirit I had been seeing.
My mom began to explain to me that this particular
girl was a friend of hers from high school and
she was huge into sports and was awarded athlete of
the year. While in a soccer game, my mom accidentally
kicked her in the head, which made the girl furious.
This gave her a concussion and she was unable to
play for the next week or so. My mom had
expressed her apologies, but to no avail, and this girl
ignored my mom for the rest of high school. Not
long after high school, this girl apparently received a full scholarship,
but not long after she died suddenly of heart complications.
My mom has always felt guilty about what she had
accidentally done to her back in high school, and it
was our thought that she was visiting my mom because
of this. It was quite the epiphany to us. But
why would she visit now? We could not understand it.
We never saw this lady again, and my mom now
feels at peace about the unfortunate occurrences from high school.
It makes you think of how interesting the afterlife is.
Can we come back to mend old regrets or unfinished business?
One can only wonder. Thank you for reading my story.
I have many other experiences, so let me know if
you'd like to hear more. I'd be happy to write
more stories. All the best, Melanie. Before I continue, please
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Please stay tuned and I'll be right back. After these
brief messages, our next listener story comes to us from Ash.
Ash's story is called Strange Encounters. Ash says, like many
of the people who write in, I've had many things happen,
from ghosts to the unexplained. Below is just one of
the many things that have happened. When I was around fourteen,
I'm thirty four now, I used to babysit for a
couple that lived near me. To preface this, I lived
in a bad area that at one point was a
Native American burial ground in Michigan. There were so many
things that happened here, it's insane. I was alone with
a six month old and a dog named Mary. I
put the baby to bed and his The room was
the first room on the left of a trailer so
along hallway with a room at the end, and as
I closed the door, I saw something at the end
of the hall that was crouched down on all fours
and I saw eyeshine. I assumed it was the dog,
so I called out to her. She came up to
my side from behind me, hunched up and growling, looking
down the hall to what I now realized was a
humanoid shape with eye shine of yellow orange. It whipped
its head in my direction and showed its teeth, which
seemed pointed. I opened the baby's door, grabbed the dog
in with me, and called the parents, who came home
within ten minutes. They then proceeded to tell me that
the previous owner had shot himself in the back room,
and they have had a lot of activity. I was
witnessed to quite a few events, including balls of light
going down the hall, and my friend was tipped off
the couch from behind. I did not see that entity again,
and I never baby sat there alone after that. I
do have more stories, so if you are interested, please
let me know. Our next listener story comes to us
from Justin. Justin's story is called Haunted House. Justin says, Hey,
Nick love the show. I enjoy hearing other stories and
felt like I should share one of mine. My grandparents
live in rural Idaho, and when I was about twelve
years old, they purchased a new house. It was a
big house and had two apartments on the back side.
It was in the center of town and had a
huge yard. The only catch was that it used to
be the town's funeral home. It had been remodeled a
few years ago, but was originally built in the mid
eighteen nineties and was used as a funeral home until
the mid nineteen eighties. A new funeral home was built
a few blocks away, and the owners decided to remodel
the house before selling it. My grandparents were the third
people to purchase this house after the remodel, and I
always got a creepy feeling when we went to visit
and never really liked be alone in the house. But
my grandparents never said a word about anything other than
how much they loved the house. Eventually, my parents decided
to leave town and I was forced to spend the
night with my grandparents. Against my will. I was set
up in the upstairs bedroom, and after fighting it for
what seemed like forever, I finally went to the bedroom
to go to sleep. The room was big and had
a big walk in closet at the head of the bed,
and at the foot of the bed. In the corner
was my grandmother's piano. I laid in bed and was
fighting my fears, trying to relax enough to go to sleep.
This was before the time of smartphones, probably even cell phones, really,
so it was hard not to keep my mind from wandering.
After I finally drifted off, I was woken up by
the sound of a door slowly opening. I turned to
see the closet door open, and without thinking, I quickly
jumped up out of bed and shut the door. I
thought about going and waking up my grandparents, but eventually
I just brushed it off as an old house and
tried to go back to sleep. I was laying in
bed overthinking the situation when I thought I heard one
of the keys on the piano play. I shot straight
up in bed and saw nothing in the room. I
laid back and again tried to play it off as
an old house and that my mind was playing tricks
on me. I finally drifted off to sleep, only to
be woken up by someone actually playing the piano. My
first thought was, Oh, it must be morning and the
alarm clock is tuned to a station that plays piano music.
I woke up and looked at the clock. It was
only around three am, and I was confused and fear
set in quickly. I scanned the room again and immediately
noticed the closet door was open again and the piano
music was coming from the foot of the bed. This time.
When I looked at the piano, the bench was pulled
out and there was a translucent girl sitting on the bench.
She was small enough that her feet didn't touch the
ground and she was wearing a pink puffy dress with
puffy sleeves, and she looked as if she was ready
to go to church. Her hair was in pigtails and
had matching pink bows tied around the pigtails. She didn't
seem to notice me at all and just kept playing
the piano slowly. At this point, I had had enough
and between the pan and adrenaline. I jumped up out
of bed and sprinted to my grandmother's room, falling down
in the hall. I woke up my grandmother, and in
my panic, I managed to somehow blurt out that there
was a little girl in my room. My grandma looked
unfazed and annoyed that I had woken her up for this.
She told me, with a very straight face, to tell
her that I am trying to sleep and to leave
me alone. She then rolled over and pulled the sheets
back up and said go back to bed. I was
still terrified and now confused that my grandma had shown
zero concern for the ghost in her house. I stood
in the hallway for a good five minutes before getting
the courage to go back into the room. The piano
was still softly playing while I was walking back to
the room, and as I entered, I slowly looked around
the door and saw that the piano bench was now
empty and the closet door was now closed. I shakily
said out loud that I was trying to sleep and
the little girl needed to leave me alone. I did
feel better after saying this, but I knew I was
going to get no sleep in that room if I
stayed there. I grabbed it pillow and a blanket and
decided to take my chances on the couch for the
rest of the night. When my grandparents came downstairs in
the morning, they went on with their day like nothing
had happened. As I was sitting down for breakfast, I
was just about to say something about the girl that
I saw that night, only to be cut off by
my grandmother and told that we don't talk about those
things at breakfast. I took the hint and never brought
it up again. After this visit, I tried my hardest
to never have to stay over at my grandparents house,
but unfortunately it did happen several more times during my
teenage years and into my twenties. I have many more
stories about that house, and oftentimes I wish that it
was only the little girl's spirit there. She was tame
compared to most of the others that I was unfortunate
enough to cross paths with. I'm happy to answer any
questions and share more stories. Keep up the good work,
and I hope to converse more soon. Our last story
of the night comes from Stephanie. Stephanie's story is called
I think I was possessed, Stephanie says hither Nick. I
found your podcast on Spotify back in October and have
enjoyed every minute listening to your episodes. I have a
story that I have been thinking about writing to you
for some time now, and I just decided that it
won't hurt to share, and maybe your other listeners will
have some advice or answers for me about my experience.
I apologize in advance if this gets lengthy, but here
it goes. I don't think I have any special abilities
when it comes to attracting or communicating with spirits. I've
had a few spooky encounters before, but there was a
period in my life when I experienced them almost every day.
When I was in middle school between twelve and thirteen,
I became best friends with a few girls who lived
in my neighborhood. Three of them were sisters, Two were
my age and were twins, and the youngest was only
two years younger than us. Me and these sisters lived
on the same street on the same block. The other
girl was an only child my age and lived a
few streets over. All of us lived in single path
a homes and never had much parental supervision. Growing up,
with our parents always working, we would usually hang out
at the sister's house after school and on the weekends.
This house was undeniably haunted. Footsteps, shadows, objects moving or missing,
cold chills, whispers, the whole works. That is just your
basic haunted house stuff, but there was plenty more that
went down there that I won't get into right now.
One day over the summer, we were all at the
sister's house and we're playing with Ouiji board. By this time,
we had been playing with it for weeks at least
over a month, and had communicated with multiple spirits. One
of the twin sisters had apparently found it in her
mom's room one day and decided to show it off.
I don't know if she knew that we would get
so hooked on it, but that's what happened. We talked
to spirits almost every single day for weeks, and we
watched the paranormal activity in the house increase right before us.
One spirit in particular that we talked to was a
girl who called herself Lucy, and she told us that
she was about our aide thirteen. She was always in
the mood to chat and would sometimes be the only
spirit we talked to for days at a time. We
were mostly okay with that because she always complimented us,
asked us about school, our families, and our pets. She
even told us about another spirit in the house, an
angry spirit of a man called George. We had talked
to him a few times, and he was always nasty
to us on the board, saying that he wants us
to leave and that we don't belong in the house.
Lucy claimed to help protect us from him, and we
believed her. If the TV suddenly shut off or if
we heard pounding on the ceilings above us, we knew
it was George and we would ask Lucy to tell
him to stop, and sure enough, George was quiet for
the rest of the day. So this was an ordinary
summer day and we were on the Wigi board talking
to Lucy as usual when our friend, who lived a
couple streets over, wanted us to hang out at her
house that day, just to try the Wigi board at
a different location. We were all down and one of
the twins had asked Lucy, who we were still communicating with,
if she wanted to come with us. The oracle shifted
to yes. And then started spelling out it is hard.
We asked what was hard, and she spelled out travel.
I was the one that told Lucy that if she
wanted to come with us, she was more than welcome to,
but that I didn't want her to do anything that
was too hard for her, and we wouldn't get mad
if she didn't make it. Lucy said okay, and we
said goodbye and ended the conversation. We then headed downstairs
and started getting ready to go to our friend's house.
And I will never forget what happened to me next.
I remember sitting on the stairs and putting on my
shoes and was all ready to go. I was carrying
the Uiji board under my right arm and had the
oracle in my pocket. I looked at my friends and
said ready, and they all nodded. The sister's front door
was big and heavy, and it had a screen door
in front of it too. I opened the big door,
and I remembered feeling such an intense warmth flood over me.
The sunlight coming from outside was almost blinding, and I
could barely see anything in the white. While it was summer,
I live in the Northeast, where our summers aren't too intense.
I also live in a small town that is in
the middle of a large valley, so it's almost always cloudy.
Not to mention, the sister's front door was under a
roofed porch, so it made no sense for the sunlight
to be so bright and for the summer heat to
be as intense as it was. I pushed the handle
to open the screen door, and before it was even
fully open, I was suddenly at my other friend's house,
who lived a few streets away. With the same hand
on the door handle to her house, the light started
to fade and my vision was returning to normal. I
became freezing cold all of a sudden. I felt like
I had just ran a marathon, and I was absolutely exhausted,
even though it was not more than a ten or
fifteen minute walk to this friend's house. I stood there,
confused and feeling weak, but still holding the Ouiji board.
I slowly looked over my shoulder and some my friends
standing behind me on the sidewalk, maybe twenty feet away.
They were looking at me like they were just as
confused as I was. I just stared at them for
a few moments before I said what. Then one of
the twins said Stephanie, and I said, what what are
you guys doing? They looked at each other and then
back at me, before asking, as if they were talking
to the Ouiji board. Are we speaking to Stephanie right now?
I said, yes, obviously, you're speaking to me. They all
sighed with relief, but then became super freaked out and
started yelling that I was acting so strange and that
I was telling my friends that I was Lucy, and
that my voice had sounded off while we were walking.
Apparently when I spoke, I sounded like I was trying
to talk and gargle water at the same time. I
kept insisting that my friends call me Lucy and that
we take a different route to my friend's house that
was actually very out of the way. They started pressing
me with questions and telling me to tell them that
I was playing a joke. I started crying because I
was confused myself, and I had just lost at least
fifteen to twenty minutes of my own memory and actions,
and I just felt so extremely tired and frustrated. So quickly,
I could barely process what they were saying, and I
didn't know what else to do. At that point, I
sat down at my friend's port step and placed the
Wigi board next to me on the ground. I told
my friends I just had no idea what they were
talking about, and that I felt awful physically and mentally,
and that I had no idea how we had got
to our friend's house. I told them about the flash
of heat and light that had just hit me a
minute ago, and then it seemed like I was teleported.
I apologized and told them that I truly had no
idea what they were talking about or had any recollection
from when I had left the sister's house until now.
I don't know if they really believed me or just
wanted to calm me down, but they said it was fine,
and we all went inside to relax for a bit.
Some One else had picked up the wigi board and
brought it inside, and they almost immediately wanted to try
making contact with someone and start playing again. I decided
to just watch from the couch. I had cocooned myself
in a blanket because I was still freezing and shaking,
and I did not have much interest in touching that
Ouiji board anymore. They did the usual hello, is anyone
there can anyone communicate with us, and the board began
spelling out my name. I just stared and said nothing,
while my friends got giddy. The next thing that was
spelled out was thank you. Someone in the spiritual realm
was thanking me, and my friends asked, who are we
speaking to now, and the board spelled out Lucy. I
felt like I was going to faint. Lucy had traveled
with us from one house to another, and it became
very clear that she had used me as some sort
of vessel. My friends kept asking Lucy if she had
possessed me to get herself here, but she became unresponsive,
which was very unusual for her. We would always talk
to Lucy until we told her goodbye, and she would
never tell us goodbye first, and she still didn't. She
just wouldn't answer that particular question, but there was nothing
else to ask her about. My friends closed out the
board and we were all very silent for the rest
of the day. I think we were all just trying
to process what had happened. After a couple of hours,
I was feeling better physically and I decided that I
was going to go home. There was nothing unusual about
my walk home, and I took the normal route, and
as I was walking, I remembered how my friends told
me that I was trying to take them a different
route to our other friend's house. The way that we
would usually go took us past two churches, and I
wondered if that was the reason why I or Lucy
wanted to go a different way. I arrived at home
and had a normal rest of the day and night.
I think I fell asleep early that night as well.
The next day, I was again down the street at
the sister's house, but nobody was mentioning what had happened
with Lucy or even using the Ouiji board at all.
That was the last time I ever touched or even
looked at a Oigi board, and it was also one
of my last paranormal experiences. I would still hear things
in see shadows while at the sister's house, but I
even started to hang out there less and just invited
them over instead. The mystery and excitement of communicating with
spirits was gone for me, and being in a house
with so much spiritual energy became genuinely scary to me.
I don't remember having any more significant conversations about this
with these girls, and after middle school, we all sort
of drifted apart. Anyway. I've thought about reaching out and
asking if any of them remember this, but I think
it might be weird to randomly bring it up now,
after so many years of not talking. I've only told
this to a few other people before, and they all
laughed at me and told me that I was making
it up or just remembering the situation wrong because I
was younger. I know that neither of that is true,
because after a decade, I've never changed my story, and
I've never suddenly remembered any new details. And above all,
I was there. It happened to me, and I had
four real time reactions to what had happened to me too. Regardless,
It's not a story that I tell at parties or anything,
because I know how it sounds, and I know it
makes me sound crazy. You and your listeners are the
only people I could feel comfortable enough to tell this too.
I still wonder what Lucy is up to these days,
whose house she's at, and if she ever had any
bad intentions. While none of us ever got hurt by her,
the fact that she did not want to pass by
any churches or give any heads up about what she
was going to do to me has left me very
suspicious of who or what she really was. I know
some of your listeners have had a lifetime of paranormal
experience and knowledge, and I would love to hear what
anyone would have to say, especially if they could tell
me if they thought Lucy was a good spirit or
something else more sinister. I also have a few more
stories I could tell about this haunted house down the
street from me, but this story, inspecific is something I've
been wanting to write in since I started listening to
paranormal mysteries. Thank you so much for reading and creating
a safe space for others and I to share our
experiences freely. You do an amazing job. I hope you,
your family, and your listeners stay safe and healthy and
have a wonderful holiday season. Thanks again, Stephanie. As we
come to the end of to night episode, I'd like
to say thank you to all of you for tuning
in and supporting the podcast, and a special thank you
goes out to our Maria, Maddie, Maria, Rob, Melanie, Ash Justin,
and Stephanie for writing in and sharing their experience with
all of us. If you've witnessed something unexplainable and you'd
like to have your story shared on the podcast. Please
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for listening, and remember, don't wait for the unknown to
come to you, get out there and find it. Sho