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Our first experience comes to us from Walter, and Walter
calls all of his experiences Navy Days. Walter says, Hello, Nick,
I'm Walter from California. I previously emailed you about my
first UFO slash UAP sighting when I was around seven
years old, when I spent my early childhood in central Oregon.
This submission will cover my experiences during my time serving
in the US Navy. This was when I first experienced
sleep paralysis and I saw my second UFO. My first
story is called boot Camp UFO. I enlisted in the
Navy during the summer of two thousand and three after
I graduated high school. I didn't report to boot Camp
in Great Lakes Recruit Training Command, just north of Chicago
until June of two thousand and four. Most evenings my
recruit unit would practice marching to get ready for the
graduation ceremony. Of course, we'd maintain our military bearing and
remain focused when marching between buildings. On one particular evening,
four to five weeks into recruit training, I couldn't help
noticing the sky there was one large cloud formation that
stood out from the rest. It wasn't reflecting the sunlight
like the other nearby clouds. It looked like it was
flaming and releasing steam. It was like there was evaporation
like the scene in the movie Independence Day when one
of the alien space ships enters the atmosphere and then
takes out the Awax aircraft that was in the direct path,
but this was on a much smaller scale. I obviously
didn't utter a word while marching in formation, but once
we stepped inside our berthing area and fell out to
our respective racks, a lot of us started talking amongst ourselves.
I wasn't the only one to have seen this phenomenon,
and most of us were convinced it was a UFO
of some sort. We quickly got ready for our night
routines and everyone hit the racks soon after. The subject
never came up again for the remainder of boot camp.
My next experience is called first sleep paralysis experience. During
the fall of two thousand and four, I was stationed
on the aircraft carrier USS Ronald Reagan at NAS North
Island in Coronado, California. For those who aren't familiar with
the area, it's at the entrance of the San Diego Bay.
This was my home port for the rest of my enlistment.
I believe that I had been on board for a
month or so when I had my first experience with
sleep paralysis. In the birthing areas, there are three levels
of racks. Me being new, I was assigned to the
top rack. Though it was the least desired rack due
to the hassle of having to climb over the other two,
it had the most clearance where one could set up
fully if there were no pipes or vents immediately over
your rack. One night, I fell asleep early and I
was dreaming about being somewhere over the South Pacific. For
some reason, I was floating over the shallow waters near
some unknown island. In my dream, I had a bird's
eye perspective of the area and an old World War
II araplane was at the bottom of the ocean. It
had the US Navy paint scheme at that time, and
I started pulling closer to inspect the wreckage that was
mostly intact. When I was near the cockpit, I could
see the skeletal remains of the pilot, with the leather
aviator jacket and helmet still well preserved. When I was
close enough to see the details of the pilot's skull,
a frightening spirit jumped out of it, and my first
reaction was to pull back up, never losing sight of
the apparition. The thing was chasing me up several hundred
feet up in the sky, and I woke up, or
so I thought. I opened my eyes, but I could
see several dark shadows silhouettes of entities surrounding my rack.
I couldn't yell nor utter a single word. I think
only a gasp would escape my mouth. If that, I
felt sheer terror. It felt like several minutes passed before
I was able to shake out of the state, and
the dark figures all disappeared. I sat up, breathing hard
and scared out of my mind, wondering what the hell
that was. I would later mention this incident to my
father when I called him the following weekend, and he
suggested that I talk to a therapist due to being
highly stressed or dealing with other quote unquote demons. It
would be the first of many times that I would
experience this horrible sensation during my adult years. My next
experience is called dark Runner. One Sunday morning circa December
of two thousand and four. All my shipboard experiences were
on the US S Ronald Reagan. I was on duty
that weekend and I got up to use the head,
which is Navy jargon for the bathroom. I was shaving
at one of the eight or so sinks that are
lined up side decide. All the mirrors above the sink
would line up perfectly and you could see a person's
reflection from the first mirror to the last when that
person would walk by. Since it was Sunday morning and
we were in port, I was the only person in
the head at that time. But then I heard someone
open the door, and I saw someone in the mirrors
rushing to where the toilet stalls were. However, I didn't
hear any of the stall doors open or close. In fact,
it was dead silent. I turned to where the stalls were,
and they were all open and empty. I was wondering
where this person went, since there is only one door
to go in or out of there, but I just
brushed it off and continued shaving. When I was finished
with my morning routine. I thought it was extremely weird
that someone walked in and simply disappeared into thin air.
So I'm not sure if I saw the ghost of
a sailor that morning or just some random spirit that
attached itself to this ship. My next experience is called
Tower Spirit. Late June of two thousand and six, I
was on deployment and we were returning from the Persian Gulf.
We had already departed Asia and we were like a
day away from pulling into Pearl Harbor, Hawaii. I was
on watch up in the tower from four hundred to
seven hundred hours. I was on the level right above
the bridge. When on watch, we were responsible for reporting
any fires or any other hazards that could arise during
the four hours that we were assigned to man that post.
Like two hours before my watch ended, the only hatch
that led into the space was opened and someone in
a black uniform entered the space I had looked over
my shoulder to greet this person, who I first thought
was my immediate supervisor, since she'd wear the same exact
uniform jacket. I had seen and heard the person close
the hatch and then sit on the bench on the
far back section of that space. I looked over again
to the bench, wondering why my supervisor had not acknowledged
my greeting, hoping that it was just that she had
not heard me and not because she had had a
bad morning. But then I realized that no one was
back there or anywhere else in the space. I freaked out,
and I used the phone system to call my division
office to check in. One of my shipmates answered, and
I just asked him who was going to relieve me
after my watch ended, not wanting to admit that I
was scared and wondering what happened. There was no way
a person could have exited without making any noise. Those
hatches are made of steel and make loud sounds when
opening and closing. It's almost like that person just vanished
without explanation. I'm convinced that this, too, was a ghost.
I cannot come up with a better explanation for this incident.
These are the paranormal experiences that stood out the most
to me from my time in the U. S. Navy.
Thanks for reading my submission and I hope it makes
it to one of your podcasts. Thanks Nick, and best
wishes Walter. Our next experience comes to us from Sharon,
and Sharon's experience is called Last Gift from My Mom. Hi, Nick,
I'm hoping this email finds you and your family. Well.
I was listening to your podcast when one of the
stories from one of your listeners reminded me of an
incident that happened to me. That would have been over
twenty years ago. Now it's hard to believe that my
mom has been gone for that long. She passed away
in two thousand and five after a long battle with
diabetes and heart issues, but I believe it was the
dementia that ended up being her cause of death in
the end, and she started to refuse medications for everything,
insisting that she didn't need to take them, as is
what happens with people with dementia. She ended up in
a long term care facility because it got so bad
neither me nor my father were able to care for
her anymore. She lived another three weeks after that, before
passing in her sleep. About a month after her funeral,
my siblings and I were at my father's and we
were going through a lot of my mom's stuff, with
my dad letting me and my brother and sister keep
whatever we wanted that had belonged to my mom. She
liked anything that was sparkly, dolls, stuffed animals, and she
had pretty much started almost hoarding things, some even childish,
so there was a lot to go through. What we
didn't take, my dad ended up throwing away or taking
to the Salvation Army for donation. I had picked out
some jewelry that I had given to my mom for
Mother's Day over the years, and my brother and sister
also took some of the gifts that they had given
her to We only took a small box each, so
there was a lot that got donated. One of the
things that I took was a crystal necklace that I
had gotten her from a catalog that she pointed out
that she liked one year. It was one of those
mail order catalogs that were popular at that time, and
it wasn't that expensive of a necklace, so I ordered
it for her. She wore it often to church and
other group gatherings, as it was one of her favorite necklaces.
I found it hanging on the corner of her vanity mirror,
and I remembered when I ordered it for her and
how happy she was when it came. I added it
to my collection of things. Later on, after I had
been home for a few days, I started going through
the box, and it was then that I realized the
necklace was gone. I checked the car and other places,
and I even called my dad to see if maybe
it fell out at the house, but he never saw
it there either. I called my brother and my sister
in law to see if maybe it accidentally ended up
in one of their boxes, but neither one of them
had it. I was confused and upset because I remember
distinctly putting that necklace in a box of stuff to
go home with me. After looking for some time, I
finally just wrote it off as it it must have
just fallen out at some point in time during travel,
and that I would probably never see it again. After
some time had passed, I had forgotten about the necklace,
as you do when life returns to normal after dealing
with loss. But then one day I was in our bedroom,
collecting the laundry to take to the laundry room, as
I had already done several times since the funeral. I
picked up an armload of laundry out of our laundry
hamper and something fell and hit my foot. I looked
down and dropped everything in my arms, and my mouth
fell open. It was my mom's necklace. I stared at
it for probably a good minute before I picked it up.
I flipped it over to both sides and checked, thinking
that I was imagining things, but it was definitely my
mom's necklace. I was very confused trying to figure out
how it ended up in the laundry basket. I had
done several loads of laundry since then, and if it
had been in the laundry basket, I would have found
it long before now. I immediately called my brother and
I told him what happened. He just chuckled a little
bit and said, well, I guess Mom wanted to make
sure that you got her necklace. I didn't tell you
what happened to me. Confused, I asked him what he
meant by that, and he replied that he too had
picked up a ring that belonged to my mom. It
was a ring that he had bought for her at
one point in time, and he had taken it home
with him and misplaced it. He was sure that he
had laid it down on his kitchen counter, but it
disappeared and he couldn't find it. The other day, he
was getting ready for work when he went to the
bathroom to brush his hair, and there laying next to
his hair brush was the ring. He couldn't explain that
any more than I could explain the necklace. I then
called my sister to see if she had anything weird
happen to her, but she said no, or at least
not that she was aware of. Then she called me
back later that night to tell me that a stuffed
tiger that she had taken was missing. It wasn't a
small stuffed animal either, it was a fairly large one.
She remembered seeing it sitting on top of a box
when she put it in her bedroom, and then when
she went in it was gone. She found it twenty
minutes later in her laundry room. It was sitting on
top of her washing machine. We discussed it later, Nick,
and we decided that it was my mom's way of
saying that she was still around, that she was okay,
and that she was glad that we had gotten some
of her favorite things as tokens to remind us of her.
It was the only time anything like that ever happened,
and nothing like that has happened since. I have a
story for another time that happened to me after my
husband's mother passed, but I'll send that at a later date.
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brief messages, our next experience comes to us from Grace,
and Grace's experience is called The Unknown Creature. Grace says, Hello, Nick,
I've been listening to your podcast for a few days
and I'm absolutely loving it. I mostly listen when i'm
winding down after a long day, and it feels much
better than listening to music, which I normally do. So
keep up the amazing work. I'm not really sure where
to begin with my experience, as I'm not sure if
it was an experience with the paranormal or if it
was my mind playing tricks on me. My experience was
when I was little, so it may be five or six.
Me and my family lived in a small house at
the time, and whilst living in this house, I shared
my room with my younger sister. The layout to our
bedroom was quite simple. My bed was up against one
wall where I would be facing our wardrobe, and my
sister's bed was on the other side of the room
and facing the window. One morning, I woke up just
as the sun was rising, and I got out of
bed to open the blinds. As far as I can remember,
these were the type of blinds where you would have
to pull the rope to make the blinds go up,
and as I was doing just that, I saw this
massive green creature slammed up against the window. It was terrifying.
The best way I can describe this unknown creature to
you is that it was sort of in a human figure,
but obviously It looked nothing like a human, as it
had green skin. As I said earlier, the creature seemed
to be slammed up against the window, and from what
I can remember, the creature's tongue was sticking out from
the side of its mouth. Describing this creature to you,
it sounds like I'm describing a cartoon character where the
character would be pushed into a wall or a door
or something and they would just be flat against the object.
But I promise you this seemed real and it was
nothing like a cartoon character. After seeing this creature, I
remember closing the blinds and running to my bed, where
I didn't actually sit or lay on the bed, but
I kneeled in front of the bed with my head
in my arms. Now I can't remember if I was
crying because I was so terrified, or if I had
fallen back asleep. But when I opened my eyes, my
mom was now coming in through the door. She came
in and reopened the blinds. I watched from a crouching position,
and when she opened the blinds completely, the creature was gone.
My mom then asked what I was doing on the floor,
and all I can remember saying was I fell out
Later that day, I remember asking my sister if she
had ever seen a green creature, and she just looked
very confused, and she said that it was in my head. Well,
a few years go by and we move into a
new house. This house was much bigger than the other house,
and I had my own bedroom. Whilst in this house,
I never had an experience like that. Again, as I
have talked to some of my family about this experience,
my mom has mentioned numerous times that I used to
sleep walk quite a lot when I was much younger
than the age of five, and that I used to
talk a lot while sleeping. After researching some things about
dreaming and sleepwalking, I have come to some conclusions about
what the unknown creature might have been. I have read
a lot of things about lucid dreaming and what type
of things you can do and think whilst dreaming. Most
people's lucid dreaming experience includes things such as flying or teleporting,
or just having very vivid dreams. Some people have horrendous dreams.
For example, one of my friends from high school told
me that she had a dream where she woke up
and she was tied down onto a table and she
then watched her brother's bones being used as a cage
for her younger sister. After hearing so many different things
about lucid dreaming, I somewhat believed that my experience might
have been a lucid dream, as some people say that
they had no idea they were lucid dreaming until something
bizarre happened. I'm not sure if my experience had anything
to do with lucid dreaming or if it was genuinely
a paranormal experience. I only remember this one because since
listening to your podcast, it has made me rethink the
creature that I saw. If it was a lucid dream,
I have no idea why I would think of something
that was so terrifying. Thank you for reading my experience
and keep up the amazing work. Listening to all the
different people's experiences is so reassuring that paranormal things can
and do happen in real life. Our next experience of
the Evening comes to us from Erica, and Erica's experience
is called Mysterious walk Through. Erica says, thank you Nick
for this platform. I have been listening to this podcast
for two years now. I really love the various stories
and experiences. My first story happened in two thousand and seven,
after living in a home that my family and I
moved into in October of two thousand and six. The
house we lived in was built in the nineteen twenties.
My parents and my daughter and I shared this home together.
I would like to say before I start my story
that my mother, myself, and my daughter are all believers,
but my father, on the other hand, not so much.
He's a huge skeptic. One night, while my mother was
in our computer room, my father was in bed in
their room across and slightly down the hall. My father
spoke loudly to ask my mom to come to their room.
So she went to the room and my father asked
her if she had just come through their room, but
she responded that she hadn't, and my father then told
her that there was a man in a hat that
had just walked through their bedroom. My mom had nothing
much to say, but she knew it was not her.
I asked my dad if he believed in the paranormal then,
but he said no, I still don't. Fast forward thirteen
years and my mom was diagnosed with cancer and she
died May sixth of twenty nineteen. My dad did not
want to be in their room anymore, so him and
I switched rooms. He took my room and I took theirs.
One night, while I was sleeping, I woke up in
the middle of the night to see a man standing
next to my bed, and I tried to tell myself
that it was part of a dream, but it seems
very coincidental that there was a man in a hat
that my father saw and that I woke up seeing
this man next to me. I do have a couple
of other stories about people that had been over to
my home and had seen someone in my home or
heard someone as well. I feel these stories irrelevant to
this platform, and I also have a couple of stories
that I heard about others in my family, if I
would be allowed to share those as well. Thank you
again for this platform, and thank you for your time.
Our next experience comes to us from Caroline, and Caroline's
experience is called top Hat. I just want to start
by saying how much I absolutely love this podcast. I
had been listening for a long time now and it's
genuinely one of my favorites. I actually wrote in before
four and my story was called Luigi Board and I'm
so grateful that you took the time to read it.
It really meant a lot to me. This time, I
want to share something that stayed with me for over
thirty years. This isn't my story. It happened to a
close friend of mine, but I still remember exactly how
I felt when she told me, the shock, the fear,
and the way it just stayed with me afterwards. She's
not someone who lies, never has been, and she had
absolutely no reason to make something like this up. I've
actually asked her about it a few times over the years. Strangely,
she doesn't really remember it happening, but she's never had
the best memory for things in the past, and honestly,
part of me wonders if it affected her so deeply
that she's blocked it out. And if that's the case,
I wouldn't blame her. At the time, she was young
and determined she wanted to become a nurse. She dropped
out of sixth form because she needed to start earning money,
so she decided to take a different route, working in
a care home to gain experience for applying for her
nursing training. She'd only been there a couple of months
when this happened. I remember the night clearly, because she
came straight around to me after her shift. She looked shaken,
properly shaken, and that wasn't like her. She told me
that she had seen a ghost that evening. She and
a colleague had been in one of the residents rooms.
It was an elderly woman who was close to the
end of her life. They were doing what cars do,
trying to make her comfortable, quietly working around the room,
adjusting things and keeping everything calm and dignified. But then
out of nowhere, she heard her colleague trying to get
her attention. But it wasn't normal, she said. It came
as this harsh whisper right near her ear. Sally, Sally, Sallie.
When she looked over, her colleague didn't look panicked exactly,
but serious, very serious. And she then said to her,
quietly but firmly, whatever you do, don't look at the
wall behind me. You just walk out of the room slowly. Now,
most people might listen, but of course she didn't. She
turned around and standing right behind her was a man.
She described him so clearly, it's always stuck with me.
He was dressed in what looked like an old Victorian suit,
very proper, very formal, and he was wearing a top hat.
He wasn't threatening, That's the strange part. He just stood
there looking at her. Then he smiled, and slowly, almost politely,
he lifted up his top hat as if greeting her,
and then, just as calmly, he began to move backwards,
not turning, not rushing, just stepping back until he disappeared
straight into the wall. Gone, just like that, she said,
The room when completely silent. I remember sitting there as
she told me, and I had goosebumps all over. I
still do even thinking about it. What's always stayed with
me is how shaken she was. This wasn't someone telling
a spooky story. For a fact, she was in genuine shock,
trying to make sense of something that she couldn't explain.
And the fact that it happened in that moment with
someone at the very end of their life. It's always
made me wonder, because I do believe, honestly that when
we're close to death, we're not alone, that maybe, just
maybe someone comes to meet us, and perhaps for whatever reason,
that night she caught a glimpse of it. Before I
bring tonight's episode to an end, I'd like to thank
all of our experiencers for coming forward with their stories,
and of course I truly appreciate each and every one
of you for listening and showing your support. As always,
I hope you have a wonderful rest of your evening
and I'll be back in a few short days with
more tales of the unexplained right here on Paranormal mysrayst.
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