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that podcasts are. I've got several pulled up for you,
and I hope, I hope they're enjoyable. So the first
one I'm gonna read to you tonight is from Texas
and sounds pretty interesting. So let's see what's going on
in Texas, says every fifth grader gets a chance to
spend a week in Camp Tyler in the middle of
a forest. People say that Camptyler is actually haunted, but
I really didn't believe them. I went to Camptyler in
the middle of fall, and one day, while everyone else
is getting ready to ride the zipline. I sat in
a spot several feet away from everyone else, and I
chickened out of riding the zipline, and I felt as
though someone was watching me, so I looked around, but
no one was so much as looking at me. So
one night in Camptyler, we had gone out to watch owls,
and we were on our way back to the cabins
and we stopped and one of the camp counselors mimic
the sound of a nocturnal bird that was nearby, and
I saw a partially transparent white figure standing among the trees,
but no one else seemed to notice it. This happened
on September twenty third of two thousand and six. My
best friend Jeremy and I were exploring a forest in
his neighborhood and Jeremy stopped to check out some pawprints
on the ground and I heard some something jump from
a tree branch above me, and I looked up and
by the looks of it, whatever had leapt from the
branch had been larger than a squirrel. Because the thick
branch was shaking and waving slightly, my breathing became shaky,
and Jeremy, let's get back to our house, I said,
looking at Jeremy, and I began to feel as though
someone was watching me, and Jeremy stood up. Uh oh,
he said, looking around. I don't know where we are anymore.
Suddenly the hair along my spine stood on end, Jeremy,
I said, starting to sweat from fear, and Jeremy looked
at me. Do you feel like someone's wi watching you two,
he asked quietly. I nodded, and Jeremy and I glanced
over our shoulders because it felt like they were right
behind us. And we followed a deep, dried up creek bed,
and the invisible person followed us as well. At one point,
Jeremy stopped and signaled for me to stop also, and
he listened closely to a hole on the left wall
of the dried creek bed, and I listened too, and
hearing and heard rattling. The only explanation for that noise
is a rattlesnake, and Jeremy exclaimed quietly, jumping back, be careful,
there's one here, so there are most likely others, and
Jeremy continued and on our Jeremy and I continued on
our journey uh to find a way out of the forest,
excuse me, climbing over treewoods, pushing our way past bindes,
and watching out for snakes. The invisible person continued to
follow us, and every once in a while we'd hear
them step on a leaf behind us, and it felt
like really they were right behind only me instead of
both of us, and I felt cold and I was
still sweating from fear. When Jeremy and I found our
way out of the forest, we were along way away
from his house, and in fact we were right beside
Golden Road, and we walked along the curb until we
reached the train track, and we turned the corner and
followed it, and I sensed that the invisible stalker was
still there, and my heart sank. Who's following us, I thought,
glancing over my shoulder, but nobody was there. Soon we
reached the road and turned and walked along the road.
And we're close. I think I recognized this neighborhood, said Jeremy,
leading the way, and I was still kind of felt
the stalker behind us, and muttered and good. It was
getting close to sunset, and we heard the sound of
a leaf getting stepped on behind us, and Jeremy and
I both turned both jumped and turned in midair startled,
and there was nobody there, and Jeremy and I exchanged glances,
turned and ran for it. When we stopped to catch
our breath, my whole body was shaking, and Jeremy started
walking again, but I couldn't move. I felt something touch
my back and the invisible stalker's cold breath on the
side of my neck. A surge of fear flowed through me,
and I ran to catch up with Jeremy, and eventually
we found our way to his house with no more incidents.
Several weeks later, I went with Jeremy and his mom
to his grandparents' house and we explored the forest there,
but then we eventually got bored, and Jeremy sat on
a dead, fallen tree and began digging into it, tearing
it apart. And I stood on stronger, less rotten part
of the trunk and we talked for a while. Then
I felt the sharp, stabbing pain on the back of
my neck. Looking up, I saw a dark figure standing
in the distance, seeming to stare in our direction. My
breath seemed to get caught in my throat, and I
glanced at jar Me to see if he saw the
dark figure, but he didn't. He was too busy tearing
into the dead tree. And when I look back where
the figure had been, it had just vanished. That's creepy.
That's really creepy. I don't know, you know, it's it's tough.
But again, I think we really have that sixth sense.
We know when we're being watched. We know when someone's there,
we know when they're when there are eyes upon us.
And I don't know how we know that, but it
seems like a pretty universal thing that most people pick
up on. It's like you just know if you're just
sitting in a room full of people and just suddenly
you'll feel like the weight of someone stare on you,
and when you look around, sure enough there's someone in
the distance glancing at you or whatever. And it's kind
of kind of a creepy feeling, but it's you know.
At the same time, I guess it's better to feel
it than not to know. So the next one's coming
out of California, Ladies and gentlemen, Let's see what's going
on in California. I always wanted to use the weige aboard.
That's just a terrible start, because that never ends. Well,
that never ends well when people start out that way.
Because I felt that maybe it might actually work, since
I've always felt connected with spirits, and also because how
spooky it was to find out. My friend's mom and
dad found the wij aboard buried about four feet under
a house they were remodeling. It says remolding, but I
know they meant remodeling, So it was buried. It's probably
not a good thing to bring it out and start
using it. Me and my friend tried it, tried it
every time I spent the night at her house, just
hoping that one time it might it might work, and
we'd light up candles and all this other spiritual stuff.
But it never did until one night. It was my
birthday and a couple of my closest friends. It says
closets friends, but I know they meant closest. We're staying
the night, and I had Alex bring it over because
I thought maybe it would work better with more people.
And it was late at night and we all struck,
all stuck two fingers on the pointer, and it was me,
three of my friends, my sister, and my brother, and
I was the speaker or whatever you call it. So
I was asking all the questions, and I asked if
anybody would like to talk to us, and after trying
for so long, that night, it did move. It went
over to yes, not really fast, but it went there,
and we were also amazed. We never actually thought it
was going to work, and I knew none of us
could be moving it. All our fingers were on so lightly,
and just the way it moved didn't seem to be us.
I asked a lot of questions and it answered them,
and I can't remember them all though. Then I asked
if I knew it, and it said yes. My brother
died in two thousand and one, so I thought it
might be him, and I asked if it was Kenny.
It went straight to yes, and my siblings burst into tears,
and I them told it we loved him and missed him,
and asked how Heaven was and all that stuff. And
then I ran to my dad because I was excited
to tell him that we were talking to Kenny, and
he's never believed in spirits or ghosts or any of that,
and I just wanted to prove it to him that
it was true. And he said we were moving it.
So I told my dad to ask a question that
none of us would know the answer to, so that
we couldn't answer it. And he asked, what was the
name of the guy who you brought home to beat
me up? It took a while, and then it moved
to a couple of letters and spelled out a name,
and my dad said it was wrong. We knew we
weren't moving it, so it couldn't be us. And then
I realized we weren't talking to my brother. I don't
know if we ever were. I felt betrayed, and I
thought that whatever we were talking to was evil for
even saying it was my brother. And then I said,
this isn't Kenny, is it? And it went straight to
know that scared us. We asked if it knew any
of us, and it said yes, and we asked who,
and it said Ashley. And Ashley asked if it was
her grandfather, and it went to yes really quick. We
asked it how many grand how many kids her grandpa had,
and we didn't say the answer out loud because we
figured it was only saying things we said, and that's
how it answered all the ones about Kenny, and it
said the wrong number. I said, this isn't Grandpa. Is it,
and it went to know and I felt a cold chill,
and we stopped playing with it. At that point. I
think who or who whatever we were talking to that
night is still in my house. The lights flicker, the
doors open and close, and my room is the worst
of all, and it's always so cold. I have horrible
nightmares in there now. And the lights never work in there,
and we always break right They always break right away.
We even had a guy come over and try to
fix my ceiling light and right after he did, it
broke again. I feel a presence in my house and
it scares me at times, feels like I'm being watched,
and I don't know what it is, but it really
freaks me out. So here's the thing, ladies and gentlemen,
if you ever find a wigi aboard that's buried, leave
it there. One of the methods of ceiling aboard that
may have some negative attachments is to place it in
the earth. And so if you find one in the earth,
don't bring it home and don't use it. That's a
bad thing because somebody put it there to try to
seal an entity, and it's I think it's by virtue
of grounding it because entities are energy, and if you
seal it in the ground, you are grounding that energy,
so to speak. I'm not sure of why people believe that,
but they do. So finding a buried wige aboard is
not a treasure. It's something you want to definitely not
play with and leave there unless you are an incredibly
experienced occultist and can manage to cleanse it. But I
would say leave it alone. That's my advice. Nothing good
would come of Vietman. That was a terrible Jamaican accent.
But I lived to entertain, and even though even though
I failed miserably, sometimes I'll always try. All right. The
next one's coming from Pennsylvania, And this is in two
thousand and three. I had retired after a mere three
years from public school teaching in Brooklyn, New York. I
was twenty six years old and had no real idea
what to do with my life in terms of a career,
And instead of going to law school like everyone else,
I decided I would try. I would do something a
little less ordinary and a little more exciting than forging
a career. I decided, out of the blue, really that
I would go home to Ohio for a while, and
this idea quickly blossomed into a trek of sorts, as
the plan became to bicycle from my apartment in Brooklyn
to my parents' house in Columbus, Ohio. No problem. Alliott
had to do was procure a bike and go west
until things began to look familiar. Long story short, I
bought a bike and saddle bags, loaded up my gear,
trained for a week, just a week wow, and then
headed west into New Jersey in early October. Good God.
I averaged about sixty miles or so in a day,
depending on the terrain, and quickly realized I had bitten
off way more than I could chew. I rolled into
town one evening after having chewed through eighty miles of
western Pennsylvania countryside. So dehydrated I felt as though I
was severely hungover. I couldn't even eat. I sat in
my hotel room and drank gatorade for hours, and I
realized it was a long trip and I would need
to take things easier if I was going to make
the four hundred plus miles back to the Ohio River Valley,
and I decided to break up my trip with days
of rest. Sometime at the end of my first week
on the road. A Friday, I glided into Gettysburg, Pennsylvania,
the site of the epic battle and the same name
that would turn the tide of the Civil War in
favor of the Union. I thought this would be a
good place to hold up for a few days and
rest while checking out the sites. And it was early
in the afternoon, and I called friends the previous day
and asked them to meet me in Gettysburg for the weekend,
and they complied, and we split a hotel and we
had a nice time playing around the battlefield and just
hanging out that night and the following Saturday. At the
end of the next day, my friends drove back to
New York City and I got a new motel room
up the road about three miles from the town. That night,
since I was again on my own, I decided to
go on one of the many ghost tours Gettysburg has
to offer. Mine visited different haunted sites around the town
and battlefield, and ended in the Farnsworth Inn, one of
the reportedly most haunted hotels in America. The tour went
down into the basement, where the tour guide related the
story of the inn. The Farnsworth inn served as a hospital,
as did nearly every building in the town. Event evidently,
in July eighteen sixty three, my tour group consisted of
about well, it served as a hospital in July eighteen
sixty three, I get remember to use the punctuation, so
the next sentence is my tour group consisted of about
ten people, a family of three, a few couples, and
myself the single guy carrying around a bike, helmet and
a lock. The basement was about twenty feet wide by
thirty feet long, laid out in a small stage with
a small stage in front, where the tour guide stood
and spoke, telling a few more ghost stories about the
inn itself. There was a series of folding chairs set
up in about ten rows of twenty chairs each with
the aisle in the middle, and almost everyone sat on
our sat in or near the first four rows, and
I selected the first chair from the aisle in front
about the sixth row or so, and prepared to listen
to the tour guide tell us about the deceased soldiers
who supposedly still haunted the hotel. Before she began the stories, however,
she had to disclaimer for us. She told us not
to be alarmed if anyone felt a touch or a
presence while in the basement, and to please not jump
up and scream or run out of the basement, because
not only did it alarm others, but it's an old
place with cramped doorways and steep stairs, and people have
hurt themselves trying to flee in the past. It made
sense to me No sooner had the words passed her
lips when I felt someone's hand come down to rest
on my left shoulder between my shoulder and neck, right
on the leftmost part of my trapezius muscle, and gave
me a gentle but certainly deliberate squeeze. My first thought
was simply, somebody wants me to move so they can
see the stage. And as soon as I felt of
this pressure on my shoulder, I said, oh, excuse me
and shifted to the right to provide a view while
turning around to smile and say sorry. But as my
head rotated back over my shoulder, I could clearly see
that not only was there nobody sitting in the seat
behind me, but that there was not one person in
the back of the room at all. I was the
last person in the seats, and eventually everyone in the
room was seated in front in front of me. I
did not scream. I didn't even bother to tell our
tour guide what had occurred, as I was sure she
experiences that kind of thing all the time. However, when
the tour was over, I had to get back on
my bike and pedal three miles through the dark countryside
b to my motel. Suffice to say, I was scared
the whole time. I would see a detachment of the
phantom soldiers on patrol or something. My legs were burning
upon screeching into the driveway of my motel, and it
took me an hour to calm down and stop sweating. Man,
it is dark in the countryside at night, and I
still had about three hundred miles of it left to go. Wow,
that's a good story. Those old those old Civil War
battlefields are just chalk full of that, both residual and
active intelligent haunts. So you know, I'm sure there's there's
a lot of lives where were lost abruptly, and very
young lives in most cases. And you know that's it's
just unfortunately probably not the way that not the way
it's supposed to go. I think that those kind of
deaths are nothing short of absolutely tragic. And there's a
lot of broken dream on those battlefields too, so you know,
it doesn't surprise me. There's a lot of sadness binding
that energy there, and so I know there's some psychics
that I've talked to that make it a point to
go to those battlefields and try to cross people over,
And I think that's wonderful. Let them release, get them home.
They don't need to be stuck there anymore. They've suffered
long enough, and it's so tragic and sad that that
is their reality until someone helps them find the way home.
So it's good to know there's people out there that
are doing just that. So this one's coming out of Illinois.
All these stories are kind of significant tonight. They're not
not a short one yet. I know that it's difficult
to believe a ghost story that you haven't even experienced yourself,
but I can only relate my experiences to the best
of my ability. It was so intense that I feel
compelled to share it. I have in the past had
some experiences with paranormal but never one quite as scary
as my experience in the antique store basement. Located in
southern and or rather a small northern Illinois town. It
was a nice summer day and I was looking at
the antiques with my mom in a store that I
later found was once a hardware store, and we both
went down the stairs into the basement, and as I
was walking, I felt dizzy and I could not avoid
the strange idea in my head of my head smashing
into the pavements I was walking on. We were making
our way to the back of the basement, and my
eyes were drawn to the corners of the ceiling, as
if I was watching for something move back and forth
between them. I had another odd thought of a tiger
pacing back and forth, its shoulder blades moving swiftly above
its stooped head. And I was ignoring these thoughts as
we got out of the end of the room, and
I suddenly heard a man's deep voice slowly work up
to a savage scream. Girl, it's out, get out, Get out,
get out. It sounded like a man going insane with
anger and grief. It was a voice that is best
described as tormented. The hairs on the back of my
neck and chills ran up and down my back, and
I decided or I noticed that there was no one
but us in the basement and turned to my mom
to quietly suggest that we leave. Before I heard a response,
I turned to see my mother literally running away through
the basement and up the stairs. I could not stop
myself from mealing, wait for me, don't leave me alone, wait, wait,
needless to say, as we walked straight out of the
store and started a long and silent trip home. Weirdly enough,
we didn't even talk about why we ran away like lunatics,
and the moment was nearly forgotten why we ran away
like lunatics? Sorry, that was bad, bad narrating there for
my part, until two weeks later when I finally had
to bring it up to her. Neither of us were
very comfortable with it, but my late grandmother, mother and
myself seemed to have somewhat psychic abilities. As I said earlier,
I've experienced a few things before with and without my mother,
so it was odd for me not to bring it
up earlier without telling her any details. I asked her
if she happened to hear anybody yelling that day. She
stopped what she was doing and answered yes. I asked
her to repeat what she heard, and it was exactly
what I heard had heard that day. Even the crazed
tone and rising anger with each get out was precisely
as I had heard it. She still refuses to say
any more about that day, and I'm left to wonder
alone what I experienced and why. I was curious that
I tried to look up the history of the time,
which was really very sparse. I did find that a
man named George had shot himself in the head around
the time that the store was in use, but couldn't
confirm anything for sure. I continue to have paranormal experiences,
but nothing comes close to the surprise and terror I
had experienced on that day. Yeah, you know, I don't
know if it was an audible voice or if it
was just something they heard telepathically. I don't know. It's
not really clear. I mean, they both heard it, but
they're both apparently gifted. All right. Next story, This one
has a cool title. It's called Portal House and well
being the paranormal Portal. That kind of fits. Let's see
what it actually comes from. Minnesota too. That's cool, Minnesota,
ladies and gentlemen, that's my old stomping grounds as well. Oh,
it's a spooky one already, paranormal portal, the portal house.
I'm from Minnesota, the stories from Minnesota. I'm just saying.
It's a really short one though, so let's see what
it has to say. I'd just come home from school
and I was walking up my stairs to my apartment.
In my uncle's window, you can see his living room.
And as I was walking up and I had happened
to look in those windows. My cousins are young and
have this rocking horse. It was rocking back and forth,
and I sat there and watched as I as it
kept moving and then stopped. After a few minutes of
wondering what I saw, I heard and saw their bedroom
door slam shut. And that is just one of the
little stories that I have. This house is very odd.
Where I live. There is no living room, just a hallway, bathroom, kitchen,
and mine in my dad's rooms. But in the one
hallway there are three doors, or no, there are eight doors.
Sorry I can't explain it. But throughout the whole house
there is twenty five doors, four bedrooms, two bathrooms, five
walking closets. And I don't get it. I think it's
a portal or something. There is such an eerie feeling
to this whole house. One day, my niece was sitting
on my bed and she's two years old, and I
was sitting right next to her as she said, do
you see the man? I was totally amazed at what
she had said. That very same day, she was sitting
in the hallway playing with her toy horses and looked
up at the ceiling and said, will you please go away?
She started to cry and my door slam shut. I
will never know what went on that day, but to
this day she will not play or be alone in
my room. Huh. I don't understand with the eight doors
and why that's weird. And there's twenty five doors in
the house and I don't know. That's a lot of
doors for just those few rooms. But who knows if
that's the original floor plant or not, depending on the
edge of the house. I had an old Victorian home
and there were lots of extra doors that really weren't necessary,
but they probably were with the original floor plan. The
old houses had usually pretty small rooms, and that was
for conservation of heat. I suppose, you know, it just
it's easier to heat a small space that you're going
to be in, rather than an entire large space that
you're only going to use a small part of the
Many houses were built long before such things as you know,
central heating and air conditioning and such, so the idea
was to only worry about heating where you were going
to be, and the other rooms would just be cold.
So I don't know, it's it's it's not really clear
through the narrative of that story what what is meant
by all these twenty five doors, But I assume there's
just a lot of redundant doors that were at one
time may have made sense but don't any longer. So
they probably changed part of the floor plan. But never
did you know, frame in those doors and close them
off because for whatever reason, I guess I don't know.
But like I said, my old Victorian house, it had
a lot of doorways it didn't need. There was several
redundant ones that would one would go into a on
the top of tap of the stairs. There was three doors,
but there only needed to be two. But I think
one of the doors used to continue up to a
stairway to the adled attic, but that was since redone
and there was a drop down pull down ladder thing
in there that I'm sure wasn't original obviously, so I
don't know. It's very very very curious, but cool story.
I think those old houses, if it is indeed an
old house, they have so much character and so much energy,
and they've seen so much through their spans. Like this
house that I'm in right now is a very old house,
and as I understand it, it's one of the oldest
houses in this town. It's been kind of refabbed. I'm
sure they stripped out a lot of the original beauty
and wood and put up these new fabricated walls. I
don't know. They're all rounded corners, and it certainly isn't
the original, but I don't know how the floor plan
was changed when that was done, though, So there's a
lot I don't know about this house. But it's a
neat old house, has a good energy, all right. The
next one's coming from Rhode Island. I submitted a story
not too long ago about my grandma on my dad's
side and her supposedly haunted house. This story is about
my grandma on my mom's side of the family, and
no doubt her house is definitely haunted. When my mom
was younger, she moved from Portugal to the US port
True goal Port, Tugole, Okay, Portugal. Yeah, I don't know,
some reason that felt weird my mouth into Rhode Island
and settled into the house which my grandmother still lives
in today. My mom tells me the house was always
weird and she'd always hear things at night. She would
be in her bedroom on the second floor, and here's
someone walking up the stairs, but nobody ever emerged on
to the second floor. All she heard were footsteps in
the basement, and when you put your ear to the wall,
you could hear someone heavily breathing through the concrete. I
always knew the house was a bit off and sort
of creepy, but until the past summer, I now know
someone definitely haunts the house, and I had the experience
of seeing my first ghost. Me and my younger sister, Victoria,
decided to sleep over at my grandma's house one day
over the summer. School was starting in a few weeks,
so I think it was towards the end of August
when this happened. And we slept fine though through the night,
but I opted to keep the television on while we
fell asleep because we were both really nervous about sleeping
with the lights off in her house. The next morning,
we ate breakfast, watched some TV, and I decided to
go upstairs and gather my things because my grandmother had
to go to work in an hour, so we were
leaving soon. I grabbed my backpack and set it on
the bed, and I was looking down to the bed
as I put my stuff inside, but I could see
the doorway out of the corner of my eye. This
is one of the creepiest things that I've ever experienced.
As I was glancing down at the bed, I saw
a very pale woman with white hair in a white
nightgown stagger by the doorway. Then I heard the light
switch in the other room being flicked up and down
for about ten seconds. Then it stopped, and I waited
for someone to emerge from the room. I thought maybe
it was my grandma or sister. This still gives me
the chills when I think about it. I stepped into
the other room and looked around, and nobody was there.
I looked around all on the second floor. It's not
that big. A bathroom, two bedrooms, and a small living
room with one door to the attic and nobody was
there at all. It was just me. I got freaked
out as I clumsily stuffed the rest of my stuff
in the bag and ran downstairs. I didn't go back
up there that day. I told my mom about it
after she translated it to my grandmother. She's Portuguese and
not good with English, nor can I speak Portuguese. She
got creeped out, and my mom told me that when
her great grandmother was still living and quite often fell
down the stairs she lived with them, that often felt
as though someone pushed her hard. A few months ago,
I was in the backyard and out of the corner
of my eye, I saw a little girl in a
blue dress run by and go behind the bushes. When
I looked, nobody was there. My cousins and siblings were there,
but none of them wore a blue dress. I'd really
like to see the history of this house, but I
don't know how I do that. Yeah, that's again, those
old places. They've got a lot of a lot of
energy to sticks around. Whether it's intelligent or residual, I
don't know, But you know, the flicking of the light switch,
it could just be an auditory hallucination caused by spiritual energy,
or it could actually be flicking a switch. You don't know,
without knowing whether the lights actually went on or off,
I don't know. But very interesting, very very interesting. All right.
So this one is next. This one sounds a little odd,
and thank goodness, it's not a long story. But we'll
see what this is going on. This is from Texas.
I don't know. I don't know if I'll be able
to read it all or not. It seems to have
a sexual theme to it, and you know, this being
a family show and all I do try to avoid those,
So let's see what it says. My level of borderom
at work today is high. So I've taken to write
and down old family ghost stories. And my aunt my marriage,
grew up in the same neighborhood as my father, growing
up in the north side of Fort Worth, Texas. During
the while she was growing up, her and her family
had a perverted ghost that regularly caused problems in the
bathroom of the house. Go figure, if it's a perverted ghost,
where is it going to be. Of course it's going
to be in the bathroom because that's where naked stuff happens,
all right, so let's see what's going on. They took
to calling him Charlie, but I don't really know why.
My aunt would tell me about how she and her
sisters would be taking showers in the bathroom and all
of a sudden, the shower curtain would open quickly and
a cold breeze would invade the shower, no matter how
hot the water. My aunt and her sisters were afraid
at first, but after time they just got annoyed by
quote Charlie, and they would yell at him that they
were cold and he needed to get out of the
bathroom and stop being a pervert. Knowing my aunt, several
four letter words were probably also yelled. Charlie would apologize
by closing the shower curtain and warming up the shower.
My aunt and her family never found out who or
what Charlie was, but he never hurt anybody, and he
would always stop if you asked him to stop whatever
he was doing. My aunt said that she just thought
he liked getting an eye full of teenage girls. Jeez, oh, Charlie,
come on, which was probably true, and I'm sure Charlie
was upset when my aunt's family actually moved away. Yeah,
that'd be a little tough. Now, here's the curiosity to me. Oops,
I didn't mean to do that. Here's the curiosity to me.
So is is our libido attached to our biology? And
that's what I'm not sure about, because you do hear
things like this, and you do hear things like you know,
spirits still wanting to have that kind of sexual connection
and I'm not sure why. And perhaps it's because true
intimacy is also very energetic, and maybe that's maybe that's
the draw, but it's it's weird that there would still
be a lustful issue for a spirit that no longer
had a body. In other words, you know, so our
our is our lustful natures tied to us having a
physical body and biology. And I don't know, I don't know.
I'm not sure. You know, is that something that we're
you know, liberated from when we do pass from this body?
Is sexuality?
Speaker 4: Now?
Speaker 2: Are we asexual upon passing? And I don't know what
the answer is. I don't know, but it does come up.
And is it because people are still stuck in their
earthly state that they still have those those attachments And
if they had actually transitioned, would those be gone? I
don't know. It's a curiosity to me, but it does.
It does come up that, you know, these spirits seem
to have There are some that seem to really desire
that intimate connection still even though they are no longer
in a body. There are stories of all kinds. You know,
when you think of succubus and incubus, they need that connection.
But it's not, I believe, for them it is completely
about an energetic connection because they subsist or they seem
to subsist based upon that energy. So I don't know,
very strange. It is a curiosity, for sure. So the
next one's coming from Massachusetts. This one's pretty long, all right.
This says I will never never in my life forget
the night that I first laid eyes on the ghost
that inhabits my bedroom. I just moved my bedroom from
the third floor of our house down to the basement
because my older brother moved into his own place and
the basement boasted more room for me and a lot
more privacy. I was soundly asleep, and anyone would tell
you I sleep like a rock and it takes a
lot to wake me up. Suddenly my eyes shot open,
and I wasn't at all groggy or out of it,
as people usually are when they suddenly awaken in the
middle of the night. I was very awake and very aware,
and the first thing I saw were the bright red
lights of my alarm clock that read three point fifteen am.
I peered over slowly across the room, and that's when
I saw it. She was standing at the foot of
my bed, an older woman, short and on the heavy side,
and she was wearing a shawl and holding it over
her shoulders, and her hair was pulled back neatly into
a tight bun. She looked like an old Italian grandmother type,
and she had the most serious look on her face,
not mean or angry, just serious. Her entire figure was
a gray white color, but I could distinctly make out
her facial features, and I will never in my life
forget her face. I was so shocked that I couldn't move.
I literally could not convey any emotion, whether it be horror, happiness,
or sadness. It was as if I was frozen with shock,
and even stranger, I didn't feel scared. After probably fifteen
or twenty seconds of complete eye contact, I was able
to slam my eyelid shut and when I reopened my eyes,
she was gone. Somehow I had managed to fall back
asleep that night, and I soon understood that the ghost
wasn't a dark spirit because she never made me feel afraid.
Since this experience, I've had many many other strange things
happen in my bedroom, but I've never seen the ghost again.
Pictures will fall off the wall in the middle of
the night. Candles or odd objects will literally be flung
across my bedroom. The door will so slowly creak open
and hit the wall with a thud at random times.
Jewelry will disappear and never be seen again. My girlfriend's
gold earrings completely vanished, along with a few of my
ear rings and chains. And it's come to the point
where I accept that I share a bedroom with a ghost.
If she's screwing with me, I simply say out loud,
cut it out, or stop it go away, and it
usually works. I think of myself as having the gift
of experiencing paranormal activity. As I've gotten older, I've learned
to accept it and even cherish it, because it's not
an ability many people have. I know the instant I
enter a new place, whether spirit or energies are present.
One night, me and my girlfriend were at my sister's
house babysitting my niece when we suddenly both heard the
faint but clear as crystal whispers of children coming from
the baby monitor. At the time, my niece was only
a couple months old and hadn't even started baby babbling.
I ran up the stairs to my niece's bedroom, thinking
someone had broken into the house, only to find her
soundly asleep in the room. In the room to be
deathly silent. I'm convinced that someone was drowned on the
second floor bathtop of my home. When I was younger,
I used to love taking baths, but became completely horrified
and envisioned a stranger's hand holding me underwater whenever I
would dunk my head under to rense out shampoo. I
think that spirits are attracted to me because my life
of paranormal experiences can go on and on. My mother
told me she used to see the ghost of a
woman walking back and forth from the bathroom and the
visions of someone being drowned in my bedroom when my
bedroom was upstairs. One night, I was driving home from
a friend's house all alone, and I peered over in
the passenger seat and I saw the faint figure of
a little girl sitting right next to me. I slammed
the car to a stop and had to get out
and recollect myself afterwards. Just last night, I was at
a friend's house and where he also experiences paranormal activity regularly,
and just sitting there watching television, I said to myself,
I've never had any weird experiences here. I wonder why,
and that that exact moment, there was a loud bang
on my friend's bedroom door, to where everyone in the
room jumped in horror because nobody else was in the house.
As I said before, I've come to the point where
I can accept the fact that the paranormal is attracted
to me. I truly believe it's a gift rather than
a burden. And I've yet to experience any negative energy
or had any negative paranormal experiences, so that might change,
but for now I accept it and think it's pretty cool.
There is that. That's a cool story. I think this
will be the last one then, So this one's coming
out of Texas, Ladies and gentlemen. This is my first
time submitting a story, but definitely not my first paranormal experience.
This actually occurred to my next door neighbor, like to
call her it, says V eight. It's a long story,
but I guess it has to do with the fruit
juice but okay, or the vegetable juice, but as well
as has to do with my next door neighbor as
well as me. But since it's my computer, I get
to tell the story. V eight and I were sitting
in my front yard laughing at each other while snapping
pictures with my new camera. It was really fun until
we headed over to the old playground set that my
brother and I had installed when I was littler. V
eight started freezing up and looked looking over there until
she was and looking over there until she finally told
me she kept seeing this guy walking past the swing set.
I asked her about it, and the more she said,
the more freaked out I got. This isn't my first
experience but by far, but it's the first that I've
had with someone else. And the person she was describing
exactly described one of the people I'd seen flitting about
in my backyard before. He also perfectly described a person
we thought we had made up. His name is Seth
and he's sixteen, has long emo black hair, and wears
a gray hoodie and black jeans. He only appears in flashes.
You can never see him for long, but I get
the feeling he's letting us see him way more than normal,
because before he only appeared out of the corner of
my eyes, and now I can see him for intervals
that last seconds. He has some certain pathways and patterns
he always follows is He's always either sitting down or
walking from left or right to left. He never walks
towards you or from left to right. And only one
time I was standing in my front yard, I felt
him tap my shoulder and no one was there. Seth
also has certain feeling when it comes to him. It's
peaceful feeling whether he's around. Whenever he's around, you feel
totally at ease no matter what. It feels like your
heart is full. And I don't know how to describe
it any better than that. But we took a picture
of my old playground of equipment and at first saw
nothing odd. Only on further inspection did V and I
realize there was a human shadow going in complete opposite
direction from the other shadows that were going right where
Seth had been standing, and under further inspection we found
the name Seth spelled out in leaves and sticks in
the background of the picture. But Seth, as I said,
is calming. But Seth, as I said, is calming. You
know he's not out to kill you, and you can
tell when he's around. Plus it only happens when it's sunny.
Seth is just a sunny person. I guess. One time
I lost my camera battery and Seth found it for us.
I asked for his help, and there it was, sitting
where I had already looked a few seconds earlier. Seth
is actually a nice guy once you get to know him.
He's only gotten mad at me once, which was a
mess up on my part, And I can't say the
same for most recent addition to the ghost V eight
and I have been seeing. There are four, one from
a long time ago that left and one that just
came today. She's not actually doing anything. But when I
said Seth gives you a calm me feeling when he's around,
then for her it's the opposite. You all of a
sudden feel paranoid, on edge, almost terrified, and then she
shows up. I know I'm not imagining things because when
she showed up at school today, V eight notice also,
plus another girl in my class commented on the feeling
that she was getting. And people might not notice Seth,
but whoever this girl is, she gets noticed. The room
started suddenly smelling weird, jadizzy, and you get cold, and
you start getting a headache, and then you get that
paranoid feeling. And it didn't help. When I saw her
twice last night, she showed up in the mirror and
when I turned around, she wasn't there. I couldn't sleep,
and then I heard this odd noise that I couldn't place.
It was a bike. Vight told me a story about
her siblings and her when she was later, when she
was littler, seeing a bike with no one riding, and
when she described the noise, it made it fit. I
might also add that I only knew one ghost before
V eight moved onto my street, and I was unaware
he was even a ghost. I thought I had an
overactive imagination. I lay in bed freaking out when I
saw her flit through the hallway. Unlike Seth, she has
platinum almost white hair that's average long length and wears
a white dress. I don't know if she was murdered
and that's how she died or what. I want to
get to know her, but she always leaves when I
actually start acknowledging her. Unlike some of the stories here,
this didn't go away suddenly. There isn't a solution yet.
As I said, all these ghosts have actually done have
never actually done any harm. The only instance I can
remember that was once something pushed V eight into the
pool and I was almost strangled, strangled while lying alone
in bed once. I don't know what happened either of
these times, but it's not the same feeling, and I
don't know what to think. So there you have it.
I'm very creepy again. Oftentimes we just wander into the
presences of these spirits. They probably didn't exist before, or
I mean they've been there forever. Rather sorry, I'm just multitasking,
and as a man, that's a that's a fact. I
can't actually multitask. So yeah, I mean land houses they
all record energies, I think, and so sometimes these are
just playbacks, they're just recordings, and sometimes they are earthbound spirits.
And I don't know. It's hard to tell which is which.
With those last situations because in those last situations, it
doesn't seem like anything was actually targeting or interacting directly
with them unless you consider that they saw them interaction,
and that's possible. They might let themselves be seen, but
I don't know. For the most part, it almost sounds
residual in a lot of cases. So all right, guys,
that's going to wrap up the show for tonight. I
hope you've enjoyed it, but we love you all. Be good,
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