Speaker 1: Thank you for joining me and welcome. I'm your host,
Nick Ryan. Tonight's show is a bit different, as I'm
asking for help on behalf of one of my listeners
and experiencers. On September twelfth of last year, I aired
episode three ninety four, which was called demon Stocker, Reality Glitch,
and Strange Paralysis. The first experience of that episode was
submitted by a listener named Savannah, who had been experiencing
terrifying phenomena ever since her parents gave her Ruiji board
when she was younger. Over the years, Savannah's experiences continued
until she eventually moved and was finally able to find peace. Yesterday, however,
I received an email from Savannah asking for help or
advice regarding her past experiences and how she can protect
herself moving forward. Before I read her message, though, I'd
like to replay Savannah's original story to get everyone up
to speed. This is Savannah's experience. Hey, Nick, I've been
listening to your podcast for quite some time now, and
a lot of the stories remind me of my own.
These occurrences have taken place over the course of over
half my lifetime. As I'm twenty five now, When people
ask me if I believe in ghosts. I usually tell
them I grew up in a haunted house. But the
truth is it's not just one singular house that's haunted.
I think it might have been me to begin. It
all started when I was a child, maybe third or
fourth grade. My parents gifted me a Wiji board for Christmas,
though in their defense, I think they thought it was
just a silly kid's game at that time. It was
my cousin that showed me how to talk to ghosts
with it. I used it all the time, and I
showed all my friends. Being young and dumb, we never
said goodbye or closed it properly. This is when weird
things started to happen. I started waking up in the
middle of the night to see a black figure standing
over me. I was always so scared, I just hid
under my blankets. Night after night, we constantly heard thumping
and bangs throughout the night. They were always in sets
of threes. I didn't understand until I was older what
this possibly meant. My brothers and I would always have
sleepovers in our finished basement. We started hearing heavy footsteps
up and down the hallway next to us, and the
balls in our pool table, rolling and clattering around. My
older brother even woke us up one night crying because
he saw a dark figure in the hallway as he
was getting up to use the bathroom. All the while
he was telling us that there were sets of three
thumps on the wall and the pool balls were still
clattering in the next room. We were all so scared
that we hid under our blankets once again. Even with this,
we continued to use the board. It told us that
we opened a portal in the room in our basement
where the pool table was. We tried to tell our parents,
and at first they didn't believe us until one night
my mom told me this story when I got older.
My parents were in their room asleep when in the
middle of the night, both their eyes shot open at
the same time. Yet they found that they couldn't move.
It was so cold in there that they could see
their breath. They heard heavy footsteps in the hallway outside
their door, walking back and forth. It should also be
mentioned that my brother's room was across the hall and
mine was across the hall kiddy corner from my parents.
Out of the corner of their eyes, they saw a
dark figure in the hallway walking back and forth, pacing.
Then it turned toward them and looked right at them,
before turning around and walking straight into my room. The
second that had disappeared into my room, they could move
once again. They jumped up and ran straight to me,
though when they got there, I was asleep and there
was no one in the room with me. My dad
then burnt the Ouiji board after that, and we moved
into a new house. Now we all thought that would
be the end of it, but we were wrong. The
first night there, I once again awoke in the middle
of the night to see the same dark figure standing
over me. Now this is the part where most people
are going to blame me for the rest, and I
do too, as it was completely my fault. I bought
another Wigi board. I could blame it on being young
and dumb, but the truth is I really thought that
if I said goodbye properly and closed it properly, it
wouldn't be an issue. At this time, I believed that
I was in sixth grade. This was the main reason
my parents didn't believe us about occurrences in our new house.
They thought that once we moved it would be fine,
and they had no idea about the new board. As
we started using it, weird stuff started to happen again. Naturally,
we asked it where it came from, and at that
second we all abruptly heard a growl come from seemingly
all around us, and then the wordords rolling green or
spoken from all around us. This was the name of
our street that our old house was on. Now. I
can't describe the voice. It was like radio static. You
could feel it in the air. We all freaked out
and ran upstairs forgetting once again to say goodbye. I
started sleep walking around this time, something I had never
done before. I would always wake up in the basement,
even though my bedroom was up on the second floor.
We eventually got rid of the board after that, but
things continued to happen for years. One night, I was
watching a movie alone in my bedroom when I heard
someone breathing. I paused my movie and I held my breath,
thinking that for some reason, I was just hearing myself breathing.
But it went on. I thought maybe one of my
brothers was playing a prank on me, so I walked
to the closet to check it out. I then looked
under my bed, but there was nothing I was alone,
yet I could still hear someone breathing. I sat back
on my bed and immediately felt like something was coming
closer to me. However, I saw nothing. I just felt
something coming closer and closer. All of a sudden, I
heard my lamp on the side of my bed rattle.
I turned to look at it, and it was wobbling
like someone was bumping into it. A split second later,
my bed started shaking and rattling as I was sitting
on it. I immediately jumped up and ran out of my
room to tell my family, but of course they didn't
believe me. Another time, I was putting away some craft
supplies in our craft room in the basement when I
started to feel that same feeling of something coming closer
and closer. Again, I saw nothing, but I could feel
it closer and closer. All of a sudden, a deep
and guttural growl came from all around me. At the
same time, my hair was blown back from my face,
literally like you see in the movies. I couldn't help
but stand there, frozen, too scared to move. Finally, I
felt whatever it was leave and I ran to my
brothers in the next room over. This was right about
the time my parents had the basement remodeled, so we
didn't spend much time down there for a while. Now.
Things happened on and off throughout the years, but let's
fast forward to high school. My friends started to notice
weird things happening at my house, and they would start
spending less and less time there. I was still seeing
that figure at night standing over me, and this was
around the time I started to get sleep paralysis. I
told my friends about the past and everything that happened.
But what did they say? You should make another Ouiji board? Dumb,
I know. However, I agreed as long as we didn't
do it at my house, so we used it at
my friends. The glasses in the kitchen started to shake
and clatter. We also saw a figure looking at us
through the window after the board told us to look there.
Of course, stuff started happening again at my house after that.
I was home alone sick from school one day, laying
in my bed when I heard a door slam on
the main floor and someone walking. I thought that it
was someone home early, so I called out and I
went to the door of my room to look out.
All I saw was a dark shadow of a person
slide across the wall in the hallways, I also heard
three bangs. I immediately shut my door and hid by
my closet as I heard the thumps along the wall
and door outside, all of them in threes. Once again.
Another time, I went down to the basement to get
a popsicle. It should be mentioned that the basement was
open concept and you could see the theater room from
the bottom of the stairs. So I headed to the
storage room at the bottom of the stairs to grab one,
and as I headed back up, I saw someone standing
in the middle of the theater room. I did not
turn the light on in there, so I could only
see the outline of them from the light of the stairs.
I thought that it was my older brother, so I
called his name, but there was no answer. So I
then said, I can see you, stop trying to scare
me again. However, there was no answer, so I hit
the light next to me and it was gone. There
was no one there. I turned the light back off
again and it was still gone. No one there. At
that point I ran up the stairs to tell my mom,
but of course she didn't believe me. Another time, I
was home alone, sick again, laying on the living room
couch on the main level with our two dogs, when
all of a sudden, there were bangs on the wall
behind the couch, three of them, and they were very loud.
The dogs jumped up and ran behind the recliner, staring
at the wall, just barking and growling. The bangs continued
in sets of three. I jumped up and ran to
the next room that chears that wall, but there was
nothing and no one. As I rounded the corner, the
bangs stopped, but the dogs were still freaking out and
barking at the wall. At that point, I had had enough,
so I got in my car and I just drove.
I just couldn't be there alone anymore. Around this time,
I started seeing this entity during the day as well.
It was at the corner of my vision or in
dark corners. My friends began seeing it too. My boyfriend
at the time actually saw it twice, once in the
car on the side of the road in the dark.
His friend who was with him saw it too, though
he didn't explain to him what it was. Then, once
more he had a dream that it was standing over
him at night, and it then crawled on top of him,
suffocating him. He jolted awake to find that he couldn't move.
It was sleep paralysis, which he had never had before,
and he saw the same dark figure standing above him.
All he could do was shut his eyes and wait.
My friends didn't come over much after all that and
didn't want me talking about it because every time I did,
it got worse again. The very last time that my
best friend and I hung out there, we were packing
up the rest of my stuff to move into our
new apartment together. I was about twenty years old at
this point. The packing went later than we thought, so
afterward we decided to make some popcorn and watch a
movie in the theater downstairs. As we were making popcorn
in the kitchen, a cup that was set in the
middle of the counter went flying and then clattering to
the floor. Neither of us were even close to it.
We froze and just stared at it as my mom
yelled from upstairs to be quiet. We freaked out, saying
that it wasn't oz and we explained what had happened,
but she didn't believe us. I picked up the cup
and set it in the center of the counter once
again before we headed downstairs with our popcorn, not ten
minutes go by as we're picking a movie when we
heard the floor a clattering noise upstairs as the same
cup once again hits the floor. No one was in
the kitchen at that time. Now this is the last
occurrence in that house. I was slipping on the couch
in the living room on the main floor for whatever reason.
It was late and I was just arding to fall
asleep with the only light of the TV on, I
heard someone walking toward the kitchen and out of the
corner of my eye as I was laying down, I
saw a tall figure walk into view. I assumed it
was my younger brother, so I said hi, and I
asked him what he was doing up so late. However,
there was no answer. I turned to look at him
and realized that it was not my brother. I then
watched this dark figure round the corner of the counter.
It's hard to describe what it was. It was person shaped,
all dark, and all I could see were its eyes.
They glowed almost like a cat's eyes. I was so
scared all I could do was hide under the blanket.
As a twenty year old adult woman, after that, I
moved in with my best friend to our apartment a
few cities over. I was happy to finally be out
of that house, and I hoped I would never experience
anything like that again. I was wrong. The first night
in our new apartment, I once again awoke in the
middle of the night to that same dark figure standing
over me. It seemed that I had brought it with me.
My new bedroom had mirrors covering one whole side of
the room, where the closet doors were across from my
bed and facing me. I constantly had nightmares about things
coming through the mirrors and standing over me. I also
constantly woke up in the middle of the night to
seeing things in the mirrors, and it was to the
point that I had to sleep with my closet doors
open just so the mirrors weren't facing my bed. I
never got much sleep in that room. My best friend
started hearing and seeing things as well. I would yell
at her when I would come home to find my
bedroom door shut while she was home, because it would
always be freezing in there with the door shut. She
would tell me that she had to shut my door, though,
because every time she would walk past my room to
get to her bathroom or her bedroom, she would see
someone standing in the middle of the room, or sitting
in the chair in the corner. It just scared her
too much, and the only thing she could do was
shut the door so she couldn't see in. One time,
I was home alone, laying on the couch in the
living room in the dark, watching TV, and I heard
someone in the kitchen behind me. I turned on the
light and went into the kitchen to see the closet
door open and a single can sitting perfectly upright in
the middle of the kitchen floor. Another time, I awoke
one morning when my friend was already supposed to be
gone for work. However, I could hear through the wall
her coughing and moving about in her room across the hall.
I assumed that she was sick, so I texted her
and I asked if she had called out of work.
As I got up to get ready. It should be
noted that I always slept with my door closed, so
it was closed when I got up, and my bathroom
was attached to my bedroom, so I didn't have to
leave the room to get ready. After I finished up
in my bathroom, I heard a door open and close,
but at this point she hadn't texted me, so I
walked out into my room and I saw that my
door was now wide open. This was strange. Look across
the hall and saw that her door was shut, So
I wondered why she came out and opened my door
but didn't come and say anything and just closed her
door again. I figured that she must really not be
feeling very well, so I texted her again and asked
why she opened my door and if she needs anything,
but once again there was no response. So I just
went about my morning, eating breakfast before work and watching
a bit of TV. I could still hear her coughing
and moving around in her room, so I figured it
was best not to knock or bother her. I once
again just texted her to feel better, and I headed
out for work. However, once I got outside, I realized
that her car wasn't there. I started to feel a
bit uneasy and scared, so I tried to call her
on my way to work, but again there was no answer.
When I got to work, I saw that her car
was in the parking lot as we worked together, and
this is when I lost it. I went right up
to her, freaking out and telling her to check her texts.
As I explained the whole morning, and this really freaked
her out because while I was at work, she had
to go home alone. To this day, I still have
no idea what would have happened if I had opened
her door, or why whatever it was sounded exactly like her.
We only stayed in that apartment for a year before
I bought a house by myself. I don't blame her
for not wanting to live with me after that. I
was terrified of this new place, one because I would
be alone, and two it was an old farmhouse built
in nineteen eleven, so I figured that it would be
the perfect place for more occurrences. Of course, the first
day of clearing rooms out and cleaning, I opened a
drawer in one of the bedrooms to find a very
old wooden Uiji board. It was the only thing left
in the bedrooms all by itself. I probably still have
the video that I took when we found it. My
mom freaked out and took it outside, immediately, leaving it
on the curb. It was gone within an hour. Now
here's the strain, just part. Nothing, and I mean nothing
has happened since I moved. No figure standing over me,
no feeling like I'm not alone, or I'm being watched.
I bought the house over four years ago, and still
to this day, ever since leaving that apartment nothing. I
don't see the figure at all anymore. I finally felt safe,
and I continued to do so to this day. Although
I'm not complaining about it, I am a bit confused
as to what happened. Where did it go? What? Was
it a demon? A ghost? Is it still at that apartment?
Did it go through some portal in the mirrors there
and not come back? Or is it back at my
parents' house. They still live in that house, though I
have not stayed the night there ever since, they haven't
said that they have heard or seen anything unusual. I
have since sold the house and moved once again, but
still nothing. Totally and completely at peace. Did it find
someone else to follow? I have many questions, but I'm
really just happy to finally be rid of it. So
now that everyone has the backstory on Savannah's experiences, I'd
like to read her most recent email asking for help.
WHI again, I'm not sure if you remember my story.
It's been a while, and I fear that I might
need your help. I'm wondering if you or anyone who
heard my story has had any idea or feedback on
what I might have been dealing with and where it
might have gone. I'm very worried. You see, I'm moving
out of my current apartment and into a new one
that will not be ready for at least two weeks,
so I need to stay with my parents during that
time in that same house. I'm sure you can imagine
how that makes me feel, as I have not stayed
the night there ever since that all happened. I would
be lying if I said I wasn't terrified of it
coming back. What if it's back there waiting. What if
it can somehow feel that I'm back there from wherever
it may be, And what if it finds me again?
I have no other choice but to stay with them,
so I'm so worried that it will find me and
follow me back to my new apartment. Any and all
advice would be greatly appreciated. I really hope this email
finds you before six thirty, twenty twenty five. That's my
move out date out of this apartment. Thank you for
sharing my story and for any possible advice you may
be able to give me. After responding to Savannah and
letting her know that I would ask all of you
for help. She followed up with this message, thank you
so much. I'm not sure if it helps, but I
do have a theory I didn't mention in my story before.
I of course wonder if whatever it was went back
to my parents, or if something happened with the mirrors.
What I didn't say, though, was I'm wondering if it
was because the house I bought was also haunted of
its own accord. There was an old woman who lived
there who died. When she died, the house was given
to her son or nephew, I can't remember which, and
he sold it. I never felt the same dark presence
or saw that figure, but I felt her. I think
she was still in that house. It was not a
bad feeling or bad energy at all. She would turn
lights on that I had off, and I always thought
that it was because she wanted them on for my cats.
My friends would house slash cat sit and they would
text me confused and saying, I know I turned the
lights off, but I just got back here and they're
on again. I, however, wouldn't get scared, and I would
just respond, oh, that's just the ghost. She keeps turning
them on for the cats. It was almost comforting because
I thought maybe she was protecting my house from whatever
used to follow me. There was also this specific candle
that she hated. I hated it too. It smelled horrible,
so I never let it. It just stayed as a
decoration on my desk. Every morning I would wake up
with it on the floor like she had pushed it
off the desk. Multiple times I saw it actually jump
or fly off the desk itself. One time, my friend
was with me and he was sitting at the desk
and I was on the couch a couple feet away.
It jumped right off the desk in front of both
of us. I just laughed and said, I told you,
she doesn't like that candle. Again. It never felt like
it did growing up. I was never scared. The same
thing happened when my parents were standing in the living
room with me, and it once again came bouncing off
the desk and onto the floor. I said the same
thing to my parents, See, she is not a fan
of that candle. They both just stared wide eyed, and
my dad made a comment about how we better be
careful remodeling the house and to do the ghost justice
so she stays happy. Anyway, I'm sorry to ramble. I'm
not sure if any of that is useful, but a
part of me thought that that was why it didn't
follow me to that house. Maybe it couldn't because of her,
or maybe it's in the mirrors in the old apartment,
or maybe it's at my parents. I don't know if
I'll ever get answers, but that's not why I reached out.
Of course, I just don't want it to start again.
I have to stay with my parents because of my cats.
That's why I have no other option until my new
apartment is ready. And one more thing, I regifted that
candle to a friend and I replaced it with another
one I actually lit because I like the smell, and
it never once fell off that desk. Again. I appreciate
all your help, Savannah, So if anyone has advice or
can offer any help to Savannah, please don't hesitate to
reach out to me at Paranormal Mysteries Podcast at gmail
dot com or through my contact form on my website,
and I'll make sure that she gets your message. Also,
be sure to let me know whether or not it's
all right for me to share your email address with
Savannah in case she has additional questions about your message.
Over the next couple of weeks, I'll keep everyone updated
on how Savannah is doing. That is, of course, if
she wants me to, and in the meantime, I appreciate
anyone who is able to lend a hand. With that said,
thanks to all of you for listening, and I'll see
you back here on Friday. Take care and stay safe.