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Thank you for making the show possible. Welcome back to
Paranormal Mysteries, and thank you for joining me as we
explore the unknown. I'm your host, Nick Ryan. I'd like
to begin tonight's journey with Sinnya, who calls their experience
experience with ghost sounds who is coming home. Sinya says Heinik.
I have grown up in a very Christian family and
with a mother who is a strong believer in the paranormal,
but only ghosts and angels. English is not my first language,
so bear with me. I have a few small experiences
and the one I will share today is not a
scary one. This happened in twenty twelve in Denmark. I
lived in a small town on the island Funen. My
now ex husband and I lived in a two family
farmhouse with my grandparents, which we made into a two
family house ourselves, so it was not very sound proof.
We had the upper floor with an entrance on the
lower floor where my grandparents lived. The house was neighbored
to the city church and cemetery, and in the years
of nineteen twenty to nineteen fifty. It was used to
store people before they were buried if too many had
died close to each other. My husband studied on Arrow Island,
so he would often stay the weekends at Arrow and
then get back in the weekends, and my grandparents had
a lot of social activities that were outside of the house. So,
needless to say, I was home alone many evenings. One evening,
when I had just tucked my son into bed, I
heard the sound of a car in the driveway. It's
a very distinct sound since the driveways filled with gravel.
I then heard the sound of my grandparents door being
opened and then closed, the sound of footsteps on the
wooden floors, and then nothing, no voices, no, nothing, that's strange,
I thought to myself, and then I went downstairs to
check on them. But there was no one in their
apartment and their car was not anywhere to be seen.
No car was in the driveway, but I had heard
it getting closer to the house. I could hear it
stop and the sound of the door opening. This was
the first time this happened, so I just brushed it
off as maybe I was tired. I was studying for
my bachelor with a baby, so not much sleep was provided.
But then on another evening where I actually had to
talk to my granddad, it happened again. The car in
the driveway, the door opening and then closing, and the
footsteps on the wooden floors. I went downstairs, but just
as my hand was on the door handle to their apartment,
it hit me I didn't hear the sound of footsteps
in the gravel, which would have been a very clear sound.
I went back upstairs and I thought about the last
time that it happened. I couldn't remember hearing the sounds
of footsteps in the gravel from the car to the house.
When my husband came home from arrow, I told him
about it, but of course he didn't believe me. He
is a very strong non believer in anything not scientifically proven.
But then one evening when he was home he needed
to talk to my granddad about something they needed to
fix on the house, and it happened again. We both
could hear the car in the driveway and the door
opening and closing, but there were no footsteps. My husband
then got up and said, I'll go talk to him now,
and I said, but they're not home. He then replied,
what do you mean we just heard the door closing.
I then explained to him that we did not hear
the footsteps from the car to the door, and therefore
that was not my grandparents coming home. Well, he didn't
believe me, so he got downstairs, opened up their door,
and called for my dad. He then came back up
the stairs. They're not home, he said, very puzzled, and
I replied to him, no, I know that that's what
I've been telling you about. He never really did believe
what happened. He couldn't explain it, but I think he
just chose to not believe that it was an experience
with the paranormal. Our next experience comes to us from Camion,
and Camion's experience is called Sweet Visits. Hello Nick, thank
you for all that you do and for all the
listeners that submit their stories. I've been wanting to tell
you about my stories for a while, but I'm finally
getting around to it. My first story starts when I
moved into the dorms for college in Denver in the
mid nineties. We were only a few days into our
new experience when I was hanging out in my room
with my room mate and a number of other girls.
I was sitting on the floor in front of the door,
and they were all sitting across the room from me
on on a countertop. We were chatting away, and suddenly
we all stopped at the same time, and they all
looked behind me in unison. I saw looks of shock
on their faces. I turned around a look, but nothing
was there. I asked them, was a man just standing
behind me? But there was total confusion as they were
trying to answer me with both yes and no, all
at the same time, but they were obviously confused about
how to give me a straight answer. They all freaked
out and then scurried out of the room. This was
our introduction to my ghost. I often sensed his presence,
and the other girls occasionally seemed to as well. My
first room mate moved out pretty quickly thereafter, and my
next room mate seemed to avoid hanging out in our room.
He became known as Cam's ghost on the floor, making
everyone squirmy except for me. He only made his presence
known whenever I was around. Over the next semester, he
would do silly little things like moving things and hiding
my keys ease. I would set them down and then
later find them in a jacket pocket that I had
already checked. He even did that when I left Denver
and then came back home. I never felt threatened. It
just made me smile, and I liked knowing that he
was around. I never saw him except in my mind,
but what he looked like was very clear to me.
I never heard of him messing with anyone else. He
would just scare them. When I moved to another part
of town, he didn't tease me as much, but he
was more clear in my mind and I felt more
connected to him. There were a few times when my
cat seemed to see him, because all of a sudden,
she would jump on the back of the couch, staring
at something intensely and either pawing or meowing at it.
She didn't seem frightened though. Over the summer, I went
home and I was helping my mom with a project
and sorting out old photos that had been stashed ever
since her parents died over twenty years prior. As we
were going through them, I saw one and gasped. I said, oh,
my god, Mom, that's him, that's my ghost. She went
white and completely still while she stared at me. I
asked her what what is it? And she slowly replied
that I was looking at a man whom she had
briefly dated in Denver. She had gotten pregnant and then
aboarded the baby. Apparently this all happened very close to
where I was now living. Instantly I knew that he
had shown himself to me as his dad, so that
I could recognize him and know that he was my brother.
This also explained his playfulness and why I felt so
safe with him. It made me happy to know how
we were connected. After I moved away from Denver, I
never felt or even saw him again, but I've always
hoped he would reappear. At least I know who he
is and why he connected with me. I've always been
grateful that he came into my life and how that
picture showed up when it dead. It still makes me
giggle thinking about all the girls on that floor who
got freaked out by him. I still wonder what he
looked like to them when they saw him standing behind me,
as they could never really describe it. My second short
story is about a kitty of mine. I was living
in San Diego and I had this sweet girl named Nana.
We lived close to a busy road, but were separated
by a small canyon between us. The canyon was basically
inaccessible to people, so you never saw anyone down there.
We knew that wild animals lived down there, both on
the ground and in the trees. We tried to not
let Nana out, but she still got out sometimes. One
night she didn't come home and we were worried, and
then the following day she didn't come home either, Even
though we looked for her, I just knew that she
was gone. In my mind, she showed me that a
fox had chased her into a storm drain and that
she was never coming back. I sat there on the
stairs leading up to our apartment and I was crying.
But then I looked up to see her walk by
and look back at me. It wasn't like an apparition,
but I could still see her clearly. I knew that
it was her coming to say goodbye, so I could
feel closed despite my sadness. Of course, I could never
confirm how she died or if she actually did die,
but I just knew, and I was grateful that she
came to say goodbye. On an unrelated final note, many
years after both of my experiences, my little sister came
out as a psychic medium somehow. When she told me it,
all of a sudden made so many things about her
make sense. She has since developed her skills and is
now a very talented medium with clients all over the world.
I've never experienced a fraction of what she has, but
I'm honestly glad about that. My dad eventually revealed to
me that she got it from him, but he shut
it down when he was a young man because he
couldn't handle it. I'm very close with him, and he
is one of my forever soulmates. I was told that
we have experienced all seventeen lifetimes together. I feel sure
that he was a shaman in a past life, which
drew him to New Mexico like a magnet and gave
him a passion for ethnology as well as the rich
history of indigenous people here. He still carries a bit
of that shaman energy, which mostly comes out whenever he
wants to help his girls heal. Thank you for listening
to my stories. It's fun to finally share them with you.
I wish all of you peace and love as we
move into the new year, which I seriously hope is
the heck of a lot better than this one. Our
next experience of the night comes to us from Samantha,
and Samantha says hi and good day. This experience happened
in Tyler, Texas between twenty and seventeen and twenty and
twenty three. My experiences have been happening my whole life,
but the one I'd like to tell you and your
listeners about involves my husband, children, and myself. My second
husband and I have been together since April of twenty
and fourteen. It did not take long for us to
become a couple and move together. My husband came with
his son, who had just turned four, into my home
home with myself and my two children. My daughter was
six and my son was five. Unlike some stepmoms and stepdads,
we both filled our spots perfectly. He accepted my two
children as his own, and his son became mine. I
tell you this because of our tight bond. Going through
what we went through in the years to come would
have torn a family apart, and it almost did just that.
To start my story, my husband and I made it
official on July eighth of twenty and sixteen. We conceived
our daughter on our honeymoon. We needed a bigger home
for our growing family. When I was five months pregnant,
we moved into a three thousand square foot home that
was perfect. It had four or five bedrooms, three bathrooms,
and a huge yard for me to have chickens. We
converted the office into the fifth bedroom for our baby
that was on the way. Our happy baby girl was
born at the end of March in twenty seventeen, and
that's when odd things started to happen. I was a
manager at a huge corporation with stores worldwide. My husband
did power lines and with that he would do storm jobs.
His crew would go to states that were hit with
hurricanes and other storms to restore power. This is important
because it left me home alone with four kids. I
needed a nanny, someone that I could depend on to
love my kids as their own. I should say that
I'm an intuitive EmPATH. I can tell within minutes if
someone is good bad, or personally is a good fit.
Like I said, I have experienced things my whole life.
So I met with a woman who had a child
and was pregnant with her second, and she was the
perfect fit. Now, being the mom that I was, I
had cameras all throughout my house, inside and out. The
nanny knew this before she accepted the job, and she
understood the reasons why we would see shadows and hear things.
The kids would be on their trampoline and it would
be getting dark outside and we would hear the weirdest growls.
They weren't animalistic at all, and in fact, I can't
really describe how bad they sounded. They were evil. I
hardly ever paid attention because I knew my faith would
carry me through until my nanny called freaked out about
a shadow that she saw and she wanted to know
if my camera had picked it up. I looked on
the cloud and this shadow figure was enormous. It just
passed through. I should also say that my nanny at
this point had told me that she was a medium,
and she began to tell me things that only I
experienced in the house, but kept silent. At this point,
my oldest was eleven, and she started to tell me
about waking up and not being able to move her
head or her body. She saw something in her closet
with glowing eyes that was staring at her. At one point,
my husband had a boy's night while I took the
girls to my mom's for the night. The story that
I got when I got home was terrifying. The boys
and my husband had camped out in the living room
to watch movies. My son went to his room to
grab a blanket and a pillow, and when he opened
the door to his room and turned on his light,
standing on his bed was this black, solid figure in
a crouching position with burning red eyes that was just
staring at him. My son never broke eye contact, just
bent down, grabbed his things, and then ran to the
other end of the house. My baby at this time
was two, and she would start to talk about a
black snake that was slithering down the walls and over
the ceiling. Everyone in my house had experiences except my husband.
Names were being called, toys moving with no batteries, and
posters and balloons that were attacked on the walls were
getting yanked off. It just got horrible. My health declined
rapidly and I was going to several specialists. I was
getting back injections, having massive GI issues, and the last
straw was when they found a spot on my lung,
possibly leading to lung cancer. My husband and I were
at each other's throats. My kids fought, and the biggest
issue was that my husband didn't believe any of us.
We would fight so bad I decided that if lung
cancer is what I had, I'd prefer to do my
treatments alone, then to be miserable with him. It got
so bad that I decided to take my children and
move in with my mom and dad. We were looking
at divorce. Only when I moved in with my parents
did my husband finally start experiencing the things that we
were Scissors and knives were being thrown, and his hat
and sunglasses were being thrown off his head when he
had them on. It was aggressive, so he decided to
move his son and himself to his mom and dad's.
I knew in my heart that he was being influenced,
and finally he saw it too. It sounds like a movie, right,
but no. This was my life for six years, being scratched,
having things move, having items thrown at us, and so
much more. In the winter of twenty twenty three, my
husband and I got another home together in another city.
My husband has been baptized and recognizes that these things
did happen. It's just not something that you see on TV.
Do I still see things, sense things, and hear things absolutely,
but they aren't bad. It's a gift. Even back then,
it was a gift. Just know that you can get
out of bad situations and you can come back even
stronger than ever before. Let me know if you'd like
to hear other things that we've experienced, and I will
gladly share. Unfortunately, the cloud service that we had the
videos saved to was removed by the alarm company and
we lost the videos. I do have some orbs that
I save to my phone because of another weird experience.
I know this took long, but it was a long
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and I'll be right back. After these brief messages, our
next experience of the night comes to us from Stefan
and Stefan's experience is called stone tape truth. Before reading
Steffan's account, I'd like to give you a brief definition
of something called stone tape theory. The theory is that,
in rare cases, certain traumatic events can be projected onto
stones or other materials and essentially become embedded into it. Then,
under certain circumstances, these traumatic events can somehow be replayed
or experienced at a later time. To date, the stone
tape theory has yet to be proven within the scientific community,
but I personally believe that this experience that Stefan is
about to share with us is possibly the best evidence
that I've ever heard proving that stone tape theory is
in fact, very real. This is Stefan's experience. Greetings Nick,
As so many submitters have said before, thank you for
a place where those of us who have experienced the
supernatural and paranormal can tell our stories without fear of ridicule. Also,
thank you for telling these stories as is and letting
listeners make of them what they will. Let me begin
by stating that I will be using a letter for
a name, as I don't have the person's permission to
use his name. With that said, let me begin. I
am a lifelong Texas public high school teacher, and as
many television shows, radio programs, and even podcasts have noted,
many of our schools, especially the older ones, have a
haunting or two. This event occurred at the first high
school that I taught at, in a small Ruld town
that at the time boasted a total population of approximately
three thousand, five hundred people. Yes, what people often say
about small towns applies here. Everyone knew everyone, everyone was
related to everyone else, and everyone knew everyone's business. The
high school had a total student population of approximately two
hundred and fifty students freshmen through seniors. Before I go
any further, however, I do need to take a moment
and describe the layout of the school, as this will
factor into my story. The school was made up of
two long hallways that ran north to south. There was
a north hall, and then offset from the south end
of the north hall was the South hall. Both halls
were roughly two hundred feet long. These halls were connected
by a short perpendicular hall, which had the main entrance
to the school. If seen from above, the school would
look somewhat like a runic s I believe the building
was constructed in either the late fifties or the early sixties.
Upon entering the school, turning left would take you up
the north hall. Immediately to the left was the main office,
with the principal's office connected to it. Past the office,
I don't remember if there was a storage closet, an
electrical cabinet, or a classroom, but there was something between
the back of the principal's office and the restrooms. The
restrooms were about a third of the way up the
north hall. This detail we'll figure in later. The hallway
continued in classrooms to the end. Roughly fifteen feet further down,
the perpendicular hallway would take you to the beginning of
the south hall. My classroom was the last room on
the right. This story begins at the start of the
new school year, almost forty years ago. I was a
brand new first year teacher, so I knew this year
would be an eye opener. I just didn't realize how
eye opening it would turn out to be. On the
first day, all the teachers stood in the hallway next
to their classroom doors, welcoming the students. As I was
standing there, I noticed across the hall and up a
bit a group of older students chatting excitedly, especially with
a girl in the middle of the group. My first
reaction was, ah, must be the head cheerleader, the queen bee,
missus popular. Right before the tardy bell rang, though, the
group broke up and the girl turned across the hall
to go to her class. It was then that I
noticed something odd. She was wearing a wig. It took
me a few days to get comfortable enough to ask
one of my students about the young lady. I don't
remember her name, and even if I did, I wouldn't
reveal it here out of the utmost respect for the
girl's family. I was told that the girl had been
battling a particularly aggressive form of cancer for quite some time.
The whole town, and especially the students, had rallied around
her and her family, helping out and doing everything they
could to keep her spirits up. Over the next couple
of weeks, I saw the very best of human kindness.
It was absolutely amazing. About a month or so into
the school year, or the mood of the school changed.
A heavy feeling of nervousness and worry filled the halls
in classrooms. I soon realized I hadn't seen the young
girl at school for a few days. I was about
to ask about her when one morning, the principal came
on the PA system and in a barely controlled and
occasionally breaking voice, he announced that the young lady had
passed away. Everyone was stunned at first, then, needless to say,
the next several days were a rollercoaster of high emotions,
and all of the teachers were doing more consoling and
grief support than teaching. It was rough, really rough, especially
for me since I didn't know the girl. It's almost
impossible to comfort someone you barely know when all you
have are the nearly inane platitudes because you don't know
the one who died. Still, as the old adage goes,
time heals all wounds, and we eventually got back to
the routine of school and learning. But those days were
some of the toughest I've ever experienced in all my
years of teaching. Fast forward about six months. It was
late February or early March. Early one evening, around seven
p m. I was working in my classroom doing some
much needed grading. There were only two people in the school,
mister m who had the classroom just up from mine,
and me, As I was working, I began to hear
a very faint sound coming from the hall. It was strange.
I couldn't make out what it was, but I knew
it didn't belong there in the building, and especially at
that hour. I went into the hallway and I listened.
It was still there, still faint, but it did sound
like it would rise and fall in pitch. I walked
up the hall to mister M's room and I peeked in.
He too, was busy with a pile of grading. Hey
m do you hear that, I asked, not looking up
from his grating. He said, you mean the crying. I
just stood there with a quizzical expression on my face.
He finally looked up. Do you remember when that young
lady died at the beginning of the year. I nodded, well,
he said, many of the girls went to the restroom
to cry and to try to pull themselves together. Every
so often, you can still hear them crying. I've heard
it a couple of times I've been up here working late.
You're kidding me, I quipped. Go see for yourself, he replied,
turning back to the paper. Once you get to the
girl's restroom door, the crying. Will stop and see for myself.
I did. I marched up the hallway, listening to the
sound getting louder and louder. Sure enough, the sound grew
less and less unclear, and more and more like crying.
As I got to the perpendicular hall, I could definitely
tell that it was the sound of girls crying, some
of them hysterically. As I approached the restroom door, the
crying was absolutely heart breaking. I stood there for a
moment listening. There was some indistinguishable murmuring amidst the crying.
Just as I raised my hand to knock on the door,
everything suddenly went quiet. I froze for a second, and
I then rapped on the door. Hello, silence, Hello, I said,
a little louder again. Dead silence. I'm coming in, I announced,
and I pushed the door open. Nothing. No one was
in the girl's restroom. I checked everywhere, all the stalls,
but nobody was there. I even went next door to
the boy's restroom and checked it just in case. There
was absolutely nothing that could have caused that sound in
either restroom. As I was walking back down the hallway,
I kept an ear out to see if the crying
would resume, but it didn't. Once I was back at
mister M's room, I stopped in the doorway. He looked up,
saw the expression on my face, and he gave me
a grim smile. I told you weird, was all I
could say as I headed back to my classroom. It
would be another ten years before I ever heard the
term stone tape theory. After I learned what the theory entailed,
I knew that that was exactly what happened to me
that evening. I don't know if the crying still happens.
I haven't kept up with anyone in that town, but
I wouldn't be surprised, given the amount of hurt and
anguish I heard in those cries, if it still did.
Peace and good fortune, Stephan. 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. With that said, 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. And until then, stay open minded and
stay safe because the next person that comes face to
face with a paranormal mystery might be you.