Speaker 1: Welcome everyone to Midweek Mysteries and thank you all for
being here. I am your host, Nick Ryan. Today's first
Midweek Mystery comes to us from Eric. Eric's story is
called Big White Boom. Eric says he Nick, I actually
just got hooked on the podcast today. I recall something
that happened to me a couple of years ago. I
live in Georgia, and I'm not sure if my state
is known for UFO sightings, but I have heard of
people being abducted by aliens and afterwards having strange scars
or marks on their body. I do believe in the
paranormal and extraterrestrials. It is just impossible to me that
we are the only life forms in the entire universe.
There has to be something out there. Here is my story.
My parents have been divorced for a couple of years now,
and this happened about a year after it happened, and
I was about eight or nine. I do not remember
the exact date or the year. One night, I was
at my father's house going to sleep, and I was
sleeping until sometime in the middle of the night when
I woke up. I had a bunk bed at the
time and I slept on the top bunk. My pillow
was not faced towards the wall, so when I sat
up in bed, I was facing my blinds. I woke
up and looked at my blinds. The next thing that
occurred was that I heard a loud boom, like a
giant comet crashing into another or a huge explosion like
a bomb or a nuclear explosion. But the noise did
not affect me, considering the obvious volume of the explosion,
I just kept sitting in bed. As soon as the
loud noise reached its peak, my vision and turned completely white.
All I saw was white. Even when I blinked, I
saw white. But at this point I remember being two
inches from my blinds, not at my pillow or I
was previously. But I remember not moving from my pillow,
and even though I couldn't see anything, I knew where
I was in my bed. Then, just as the loud
boom stopped, my ears started to ring louder than normal
ear ringing, but I still saw white. Throughout this experience,
I remember not being affected at all, no facial expressions,
no reactions. I just remember sitting there, even though both
noises were of great volume. The next thing I did
was fall back asleep, and I remember falling asleep at
the foot of my bed, near my blinds, But curiously enough,
I woke up at my pillow, not at the foot
of my bed where I previously was. After that night,
I have only told a handful of my friends, but
one friend told me about exploding head syndrome, which is
where people hear loud noises such as gunshots or doors
slamming in their heads. This happens especially when people are stressed.
With my parents divorce and my grandmother's recent passing at
the time, I would say that I probably was stressed,
but an eight year old wouldn't know how to identify stress,
which is one reason that I don't think this was
exploding head syndrome. But I was thinking, and I haven't
heard of anybody seeing white the entire time that was
happening in the research that I have done. Plus people
say they are always jolted awake when hearing these noises.
And ever since that night, I've had a little scar
on my wrist that runs vertically on my forearm. I
asked my mom what I got it from before writing this,
and she has no idea what it's from I'm not
saying that it wasn't exploding head syndrome, but I'm also
not saying that it wasn't extraterrestrial. I do believe something happened,
I'm just not sure what. Thanks for listening, even though
I may not know entirely what happened, and definitely not
your most amazing story. Love the podcast and keep doing
great work. Sincerely, Eric. Our next Midweek mystery comes to
us from Kat. Kat's story is called My Guardian Angel.
Kat says Finick, I've been listening for nearly a year,
and I'm finally getting around to sharing my experience. I
guess I am surprised that there aren't more positive experiences
since I grew up hearing those kind of stories from
my father's side of my family. My grandfather, Nicholas, had
prophetic dreams, and although we were an Air Force family
and lived all over the country while growing up, my
grandpa would always call from Massachusetts to tell my father
what he had dreamt. One night, he called my dad
to say that my sister Margaret had fallen from the
slide at school and broken her arm. No sooner did
my dad hang up with my grandpa than the phone
rang and it was the school asking for my parents
to meet them at the hospital. My sister had a
compound fracture in her arm from a fall off the slide.
There were many experiences like this or others. One instance
I remember is this. My grandpa was a fisherman. He
came from Newfoundland and settled in New Bedford, Massachusetts. He
went out on boats fishing for cod, back when there
was no GPS and no refrigeration. Everything they caught was
salted and stored in the hold below. They didn't come
back until the hold was full. Before he was married,
he would get off one boat and look for another
to work on. As he headed down to the end
of the dock, he saw his brother in front of
the boat that he was headed for. His brother passed,
had died at sea off the coast of Newfoundland years earlier.
Patrick was there at the end of the dock waving
my grandpa off. He kept saying, go back, Nikki, this
one she ain't for you. Go back. My grandpa turned
around and found another boat. The other boat went out
and was lost at sea. I am sharing these few
stories because I only ever heard about benevolent spirits or
relatives helping or issuing warnings, or confirming decisions, et cetera.
Make no mistake, I am not a Pollyanna. I know
there are bad spirits, entities, and genuine evil out there.
I know of it. I know it is out there.
I just thought I would share the good side of
the supernatural. My angel experience happened in the early eighties.
I worked at a restaurant in Massachusetts. The restaurant closed
around two a m. On Friday and Saturday nights. I
had worked a nine a m To five p m
shift on Friday, and when someone called in for Friday night,
I picked up the six p m to close shift.
Friday night, I was scheduled to work ten a m
To six p m. Saturday, and when the same girl
called in for Saturday night, I picked up her shift
after a two hour break and worked eight p m
to close on Saturday night. That night. I left the
restaurant around two thirty a m. On Saturday morning in
a seventy six Camaro. The restaurant was at the back
of a large lot with other stores in it. I
drove alongside a few stores until I got to the
end of the lot and swung left onto a service
road that led to the main road. As I swung left,
a plant that I had been given just that night
was in the front seat and it fell over. This
started a sequence of events that happened in seconds. I
heard the plant fall over as I was coming out
of the turn with my left left hand on the
wheel at twelve o'clock and my right hand reaching over.
I touched the pot to stand it back up, and
I glanced to the right. What I didn't realize was
that when I leaned with my right hand, my left
hand followed while on the wheel at twelve o'clock. In
that split second that I looked to the right, I
steered the Camaro dead center into the base of a
light pole. At the moment my head was turned and
I was leaning over, I felt the impact. I immediately
looked forward and cracked my right cheekbone on the steering
wheel at three o'clock, breaking my cheekbone. My head snapped
back and I saw the base of the light pole
moving backward. I slammed on the brake and nat sent
my head forward hard enough to honk the horn with
my nose, breaking it. My head then snapped back again
and I saw the front windshield, cracking, the crack spreading
through the windshield. I could see the pole where it
meets the base break. I could see the pole falling
forward toward me. I was stunned. It was slow motion.
I was watching the pole fall as I was thinking
I should do something. At that moment, I heard a
voice in my left ear, so loud, so commanding, say
get out, Nick. It was so loud, so commanding, that
I distinctly remember my whole body jolted. I remember that
the heels of my feet left the floorboard. I didn't
turn my head completely to the left, but from the
corner of my eye, I saw my left arm flare
out to the left, as if to open the door.
I don't remember touching the door at all. The next
thing I know, I am lifting my head. I am
on my hands and knees ten feet away, facing the car,
watching the light pole crush the car. It was completely
disconnected from the base and wires were snapping and sparking.
The pole was hanging off the car from either end.
The car was crushed. Before I could manage to stand up,
A couple came over the embankment down to me. They
saw the light pole go down from the main road
above and called nine one one. I had a broken cheekbone,
broken nose, and a concussion. I also had no recollection
about how I got out of the car. Since my
face was black and blue and I was concussed, I
was not able to work, and I had a lot
of time to review the events. I could not understand
how I got out of the car. I did not
actually touch the door handle. I had not even put
my seat belt on yet, and the officer told me
that that was probably the only time in my life
that not wearing my seat belt saved me. Those old
cars had seat belts that were hard to fasten. You
would have to pull the lap and shoulder belt across
and then lift your hip to get to the clasp.
It would have taken the few precious seconds I had
to find the clasp and undo it. The fire department
had to get my purse from the passenger's side floorboard
with a tool because the car was so flat and
the doors wouldn't open. One question was why would I
close the driver's side door. The answer is I didn't.
How did I get out of the car. As far
as exiting the vehicle, anyone who has been in a
Camaro knows about those bucket seats. How do you exit
a car with bucket seats? You have to turn at
the waist to get out of the car. If I
did open the door and manage to turn and exit
the car, I should have had my back to the car.
I should have been right next to the car. If
I did open the car door and just throw myself out,
I would have been on my side with my feet
still in the car right Why was the driver's side
door closed When I was in the car. Just before
I heard his voice, I saw the light pole falling forward.
I had so little time, and then there's the voice.
As I write this now, I can still hear his voice.
So time went by. I returned to work and life
as you usual. But I never forgot my experience, and
I came to the conclusion that I was pulled from
my car by an angel. My angel. Fast forward to
twenty ten. I met some like minded people who felt
like I felt that there is more than life and death,
that there is life after death. We formed a small
group of four. My three team members are all sensitives
to one degree or another. One in particular is a
strong gifted medium. She told me there was someone with me.
Another confirmation I received was on our first big investigation.
I was at a farm with a few outbuildings and
acres of land. I'm a photographer, and I brought my
equipment with me. I took hundreds of pictures while there.
When we were reviewing our evidence later, I noticed that
at least one third of the pictures I took had
this dark half moon shadow in the bottom center of
the picture. Interestingly, those odd pictures corresponded with EVPs we
caught or notes taken by members of the team about
what they felt or saw. For my part, I was
concerned about what my canon rebel was doing. Then it
appeared again at another investigation. I began to realize that
it couldn't be my camera or the lenses I was using,
because if the inside was dirty, it should and would
happen for every picture. When I went on vacation, it
didn't happen at all. One of the team members suggested
it might be my angel letting me know he was
there protecting me. So I thanked him for his love
and protection. I told them that I know he is
there for me and asked him to not show up
in the pictures any more. It has never happened again.
About a year later, one of the psychics we know
offered to talk to my angel for me. I found
out that his name is Michael, and he did pull
me from the car. I am sure that on at
least two other occasions I have been kept from harm.
Everyone has an angel whispering encouragement and guidance. You just
have to learn how to listen. I have other stories
to share about my family and investigations we have done,
but I know I have kept you long enough. I
hope this isn't too long to share. Feel free to
contact me with questions respectfully. Cat. Our next story of
the night comes from Jennifer. Jennifer's story is called Old
Man at the Cemetery. Jennifer says, hello, I have been
a listener of this podcast for some time now. I
look forward to new episodes every week. My story isn't
that scary or wild, just something I remember from when
I was a child. My mom and my two sisters
were at the cemetery visiting my grandparents. My sisters and
I were running around the cemetery playing and we noticed
an old man sitting in a lawn chair a grave.
We ran around one side of the buildings, chasing one another.
When we came back around, the man was gone. In
my opinion, the man couldn't have gotten up and walked
away that quickly. And secondly, if the man was a spirit,
why would he be visiting a loved one's grave. This
always has baffled me. Maybe the man didn't make it
to the other side when he passed away. Maybe someone
can help me answer this question. It has always been
something that I've thought about often. Thank you for your time.
Our last Midweek mystery comes to us from Eddie, and
Eddie's story is called A Young One Terrified. Eddie says,
I am new to this podcast, but I am hooked already.
I love to hear all the stories that people write
in and send to you. They are super interesting, and
most of them I believe because I am fifty years
old and I have seen a lot of weird things
happen while I have been alive. With that being said,
this story is true and drove me to believe in
the paranormal. When I was about eight to ten years old,
so about forty years ago, we had a get together
with some family that was in from Delaware. We all
were at my aunt's house, which was about one hundred
years old. After a long day of reminiscing with the family,
all of us decided to just sleep here overnight. The
kids slept downstairs on the floor, and all the adults
slept in the bedrooms on the upper floors. It was
a three story house anyway. Really early in the morning,
something woke me up and I sat straight up, and
something guided me to the foot of the stairs. I
remembered looking up toward that area towards the second floor
that is out of view. All of a sudden, I
see a woman wearing a white dress slowly moving down
the stairs, but it seemed as if she was walking
in a white cloud. But I noticed that she was transparent.
I could not move my body whatsoever, and she got
closer to the flat part of the stairs. She looked
down towards me as I was standing at the bottom
of the stairs. I was scared, but not terrified, until
she came closer and closer to me, until she was
standing right in front of me, and she then opened
her eyes, and her eyes were pitch black. She then
opened her mouth and let out this blood curdling scream
and scared the hell out of me, to the point
where I started urinating on myself. I woke up the
next morning with my night pants soaked, and I didn't
remember how I even got there. I did tell my
parents and my aunt, but I don't really think that
they believed me, but I know it happened. This experience
drove me to become a paranormal investigator later in life
in Texas. Thanks for all you do, and thank you
for giving people an avenue to tell their stories. Keep
up the good work. As we come to the end
of this edition of Midweek Mysteries, 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 Eric, Kat, Jennifer, and of course Eddie 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 contact me at Paranormal
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and please remember don't wait for the unknown to come
to you, get out there and find it.