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to Paranormal Mysteries, and thank you for joining me. I'm
your host, Nick Ryan. Our first encounter of the night
comes to us from Sharon, who calls their experience did
I jump through a portal? Sharon says, I had something
happen to me recently, and of course my first thought
was to tell you and your listeners about it. It
was odd because I literally just listen the day before
to the story about the woman that was lost during
an expedition where she just kept ending up on the
same floor of an asylum that they were exploring. I
was thinking to myself that I'm glad I've never had
anything like that happen to me. But two days later
I had a weird experience that I still cannot explain.
I was driving to our local Sam's Club, which is
on the outskirts of my town, and though there is
a direct route on Broadway that takes you straight there
from anywhere in town, I do not usually take it.
They've been doing a lot of construction, and half the
way there it narrows down into one lane of traffic
and it gets backed up quite a bit. Fortunately, though,
there's another entrance from a less popular road that you
can take to the back area of where Sam's is.
I have taken this road many, many times. It's one
of my go to secret shortcuts because I hate driving
on Broadway even if there is no construction. I was
on my way there when I took the turn that
would take me to Sam's Club, and from this point on,
I can't really explain what happened. As I'm driving, all
I'm seeing is houses, and these aren't even familiar houses.
They're not the houses that you would pass on your
way there. I've seen them a hundred times too, But
this was like I had driven into a subdivision. I
was driving through literally rows and streets of houses, like
a neighborhood, which does not exist over by Sam's Club.
That's all primarily industrial area with big name stores and
huge parking lots and empty fields. There is no subdivision there,
just a few random houses that were there before the
stores were. I was getting confused. I did not know
where I was at I did not recognize any of
the houses, and I did not recognize any of the
names of the streets. Panic set in and I kept
asking myself where the hell am I, over and over again,
almost bringing myself to tears. You see, one of my
biggest fears is being lost in an unknown location with
no one that I know around to help me find
my way back, which is one of my biggest reasons
why I don't travel well. I thought about calling my husband,
but then I thought, how is he going to save
me if I can't even tell him where I am.
So finally my brain said, check your phone. I pulled
over to the curb and I pulled up Google Maps
and I checked my location. I was in a subdivision
on the northern end of town, about two miles from
Sam's Club. Now this made no sense. I would have
had to have crossed Broadway to have gotten up this far,
and I did not cross Broadway. I got directions on
how to get back to Sam's from my phone, and
I had to do a U turn to go back
the opposite direction that I was going, and I did
end up crossing over Broadway to get me back on
track to where I wanted to be. I was never
so relieved in my life to see the Sam's Club
parking lot and the sign come into view. I've been
wondering to myself ever since then, what the hell happened?
How did I go from that little back road to
a subdivision two miles north in the blink of an eye?
And how do I not remember any thing? I wish
I had been paying attention to my clock at that
time so I could see how long it took this
to take place, But unfortunately I'm not a clock watcher,
so I was not looking at the clock at the time.
With the other lady's story, you said something about her
getting stuck in a time loop. I think that I
just jumped through a portal or something. Your thoughts would
be appreciated, as well as those of your listeners. I'm
still working at the nursing home, and I have a
few unusual things happening that I will tell you about
another time. Take care Neck. I love the podcast, Sharon.
I know that many people would call something like this
a glitch in the matrix. I've also heard people like
yourself calling it some sort of a portal, which I
do suppose is possible if it is indeed something paranormal happening.
I tend to err more on the side of it
being some sort of a thinning of the veil, if
you will, a space or an area where our reality
tends to get a little thinner somehow, allowing us to
travel distances that would usually take us much longer. I
don't pretend to understand it. I just have a theory
about it, so take it for what you will. I've
heard experiences like yours over the years, over and over again,
so you're not alone by any means, and hopefully anybody
listening that has had a similar experience will come forward
and share their story as well. Thanks again for sharing
your experience, and I'm looking forward to hearing what else
is going on at the nursing home. Our next experience
comes to us from Victoria in Victoria's experience is called
Footsteps in My Bedroom. Hi, Nick, I'm writing this while
I wait in line for a doctor's appointment. I've been
listening to paranormal mysteries on and off for about two
years during my shifts at work. Sometimes I would get
too spook to continue, and I would start feeling like
maybe I was drawing negative energy to myself by listening. However,
I always come back because I love hearing listeners and
learning how I might react or defend myself in those situations. Now,
in May of twenty twenty six, I've finally caught up
to the present episodes. I had told myself that once
I reached those latest episodes, I'd finally submit my own story. Well,
my experience happened around July of twenty twenty four. My
parents were out of town for two weeks visiting Mexico City,
so I had our apartment in San Diego to myself.
I didn't go because I didn't think I could afford
another vacation and still keep up with my bills, so
I stayed home and continued working my regular shifts. With
their permission, I was allowed to have people over on
the condition that the apartment would be clean and tidy
when they returned. The night this happened was during the weekend,
about a week into my family being away. My boyfriend
at the time was staying over with me. Honestly, it
was nice playing house for a bet. We cooked dinner together,
had some drinks and snacks, and spent the evening relaxing
in the living room. Watching Bee and Puppy Cat or
some similar soft, bubbly cartoon that felt really soothing at
the time. By around nine pm, I was getting sleepy,
so I told him that I was going to go
to bed, and he said, yeah, go ahead, I'll join
you soon. I just want to keep watching for a
little longer. I said okay, and I went to my room.
Without thinking much of it. I left my bedroom door open,
and the glow from the TV spilled faintly down the
hallway into my room. Everything was quiet and dark, and
I fell asleep pretty quickly. At around four a m.
On Saturday, my work alarm suddenly went off. I had
forgotten to turn it off since I wasn't scheduled to
work that morning. It startled me awake, but I silenced
it pretty quickly, and I looked around to see if
I had disturbed my boyfriend, assuming that he had eventually
joined me in bed, but he wasn't there. With the
dim light still coming in from the hallway, I looked
up and walked into the living room, where I found
him asleep upright on the couch. I nudged him awake,
and I said, come on, let's go to bed. Still
half asleep. He agreed, I turned off the TV and
we both got into bed again. I left the bedroom
door open without really thinking about it, even though I
normally never slept that way. Now. I remember laying face
down with my head propped up on my hand, facing
the bedroom door. My boyfriend laid beside me, on his side,
with one arm draped lazily over me. We had both
started drifting off again, and I could hear his breathing
getting heavier, the way it always sounds right before he
starts snoring. I think only maybe five minutes had passed.
I was right on the edge of sleep when it happened.
I suddenly heard footsteps. They sounded like they began just
outside my bedroom door, maybe a foot away, before slowly
stepping about three feet into my room. The pace was
calm and relaxed, not rushed or aggressive. I remember feeling
a presence before I fully processed what I was hearing.
My eyes were still closed, but I felt it close,
close enough to be standing only in arm's length away
from me. Whoever or whatever it was stood there silently
for a second or two before turning around and walking
back out and into the hallway. The footsteps then continued
down the hall toward the living room, maybe fifteen feet away,
and then I heard someone begin to speak. It sounded
like a woman's voice, but very muffled, kind of like
hearing someone through a thin wall. She seemed to be
casually announcing something or speaking in conversation, but I couldn't
understand a single word. It lasted maybe three seconds before
everything went completely silent again. I then noticed that my
boyfriend was no longer breathing heavily, so I whispered, Hey,
did you hear that? After a short pause, he quietly replied, yeah,
I heard it. I then asked him what was that,
and he answered, I don't know, but don't worry about it.
Just go back to sleep. It's okay. Even though I
was confused and definitely unsettled, his calm reaction kept me
from panicking. I listened to him, and somehow we both
fell asleep pretty quickly. After that, nothing else happened that night.
The next morning, we woke up around nine a m.
Feeling surprisingly rested. While sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast,
we finally talked about what had happened. He admitted that
he had actually been pretty freaked out, but that he
didn't want to scare me more in that moment, so
he tried to stay calm and encourage me to go
back to sleep instead of focusing on it. Then I
asked him to tell me exactly what he remembered. Hearing
what he said genuinely shocked me. According to him, he
heard a woman speaking before the footsteps even entered the bedroom.
Then he heard the footsteps walk into the room, pause,
turn round, and then continue down the hallway and into
the living room. Then he heard the same muffled female
voice that I heard, but unlike me, he also heard
a man respond to her. That was the part that
really stuck with me. We had both heard nearly identical things,
but he heard slightly more than I did. I even
mimicked the sound by cupping my hands around my mouth
and making muffled adult voices like the grown ups in
the Peanuts cartoons, and he immediately agreed that it sounded
almost exactly like that. To this day, I still wonder
if maybe he was somehow more in tune than I was,
and able to pick up more on whatever we experienced.
I called my mom after and I told her everything
while she and my aunt listened on speakerphone. My mom
was more concerned that someone might have actually broken into
the apartment, so she told us to check every room
and closet to make sure that nobody was inside. We
did a full sweep of the apartment, but it was
completely empty except for the two of us. After breakfast, though,
I started spiraling a little trying to come up with
a rational explanation. Our apartment complex had two stories, and
our unit was on the first floor. However, our apartment
was one of the only unions built over a parking area.
Sometimes I could hear a loud engine pull into the
spot underneath my room, or I would hear a car
door slam, but I never ever heard conversations or footsteps.
People usually had to walk further out toward the street
before I could hear them through my window, so I
rolled that out pretty quickly. As for the apartment above us,
nobody had lived there for months. Occasionally, though, when previous
neighbors wore heavy shoes, we could hear footsteps overhead, especially
in the hallway area where the layouts lined up closely,
but we could never hear voices through the ceilings, the walls,
and floors honestly weren't thin enough for that. So I
begin wondering if maybe someone new had quietly moved into
the upstairs apartment without me noticing. But when previous tenants
moved in, we always heard furniture being dragged around, and
we saw them constantly using the staircase outside our front door.
I hadn't noticed any of that. Well. Later that day,
I saw our apartment manager walking through the complex gates,
and I immediately went outside to talk to her. I
probably startled her a little by suddenly greeting her from
my doorway, and the conversation went something like this, Hey Teresa,
Oh hi, Hey, do we have any new neighbors upstairs yet?
She thought about it for a second before saying no,
nobody's moved into Unit twenty yet, and I remember just
saying oh okay. She kept looking at me and finally
asked why, what's up? So I explained what my boyfriend
and I had heard, and I admitted that I was
hoping it had just been a new upstairs neighbor. To
her credit, though she didn't laugh or look at me
like I was crazy. I suggested that maybe somehow someone
had gotten inside the vacant apartment at around four am,
so she said that she would go and check it out.
I then thanked her, but when I went back inside,
I honestly didn't feel much better. She never updated me afterward,
and I rarely saw her again for the remainder of
that week, so I just assumed that nobody was up there.
After all, this was my first real paranormal experience as
an adult, and honestly, I'm just grateful I wasn't alone
when it happened. I lived there for another year and
a half before eventually moving out of my parents' apartment,
and thankfully I've never experienced anything like that ever again there.
I'm also glad that we stayed calm. Whatever it was
didn't feel malicious to me. It honestly felt more like
something casually passing through or checking in on us. The
energy felt strangely neutral. Still, hearing unseen footsteps walk into
your bedroom at four am, and then hearing in disembodied
voices in your apartment is something that sticks with you.
Part of me does feel like if we had panicked,
challenged it, or focused too much attention on it in
that moment, maybe it would have become more active or
even made itself more known to us. That's definitely not
something that I'm interested in finding out. Well, thank you
for everything that you do, and thank you for sharing
our stories. Keep on keeping on, Nick regards Victoria. Before
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be right back. After these brief messages, our next experience
of the night comes to us from Percy Marie, and
their experience is called The Lady. Percy Marie says, Hi, Nick,
this is going to be a bit of a long one,
but hopefully a worthwhile one for you to read. I've
gone back and forth a lot on whether I should
share because it sounds unbelievable, But my sister and I
are longtime listeners and she's been telling me to share it.
It all sounds like a conjuring movie to me, but
it was my life for about four months, and it
was truly the most terrifying experience of my life. Back
in January of twenty nineteen, I fled from my abusive
ex with my two children, and I moved in with
my best friend at the time and her boyfriend, who
for simplicity we'll call Tom. My two children were almost
two and three. The first few months were uneventful, even peaceful.
The kids were adjusting well, I was working full time.
Things were good. One day in May, I was getting
ready in my bathroom while my daughter was playing in
the living room by herself. My son was with their
father per the custody order, and we were the only
two in the house. For context, when you walked into
the house, there was a hallway to the right to
get to the kitchen in the living room. When you
got to the kitchen, there was another hallway open to
your right where you could get to the restroom and
the two bedrooms. But you couldn't see the living room,
so I couldn't see my daughter, but I could hear her.
The TV was quietly playing nursery rhymes and I was
listening to her talk to her toys to the best
of an almost two year old's ability. After a while, though,
it started sounding like she was having a full conversation.
She was asking questions, waiting for answers, and responding to
whatever she heard. This was not the normal way my
daughter played, and being that we were by ourselves, I
went out to see what was going on. Stepping into
the living room, she was sitting right where I had
left her, and she was staring up to something in
the air with a big smile. There wasn't anything on
the walls there for her to be looking at, just
empty space. Who are you talking to, baby, the lady, Mamma,
the lady, And she then pointed a little finger up
to the space that she'd been looking at. I wasn't
super freaked out yet, and I figured that she was
just playing, So I nodded and I told her okay,
and I went back to getting ready. Now. Nothing else
unusual happened until my son came home from his father's
A few days later. I was trying to put my
kids down for a nap after lunch and I heard
something moving through the backyard. We lived right next to
a wetland area, so my first thought was that it
must be an animal. We didn't have any neighbors, and
it would have been difficult to climb to the backyard
for a person with how thick the brush was. After
a few minutes of listening, however, there was tapping on
my bedroom window. We kept the doors and windows locked
at all times, but I was definitely more on edge now.
I told the kids to stay put and I crept
out to the living room's big sliding glass door. When
I peeked out of the curtains, the backyard was trashed,
things broken, stuff scattered everywhere. The back gate was undone.
I went to the front door because you could see
the window from there, and you couldn't even see any
footprints in the dirt. So I cleaned up the backyard.
Called my friend and I told her what happened, and
I kind of forgot about it for a while. I
just wanted to pretend that it didn't happen. A few
days later, I was in the bathroom, once again, still
the only one home with my kids, and I heard
the fridge door open. Neither of my kids could open
the fridge at that time. I ran out to see
what was going on, and there was a shadow bigger
than the kitchen in the shape of a person holding
open the fridge door. My kids were standing in front
of the fridge, excited to get a snack as always.
I remember seeing the shadow's fingers going over the edge
of the door, where the light shouldn't have allowed a
shadow to be. It took me a second to realize
what I was looking at. I called my kids over
as nonchalantly as I could, and only as they tuddled
past the kitchen threshold did the door close. That's when
I looked up for my kids, and I watched as
this shadow engulfed the kitchen. Despite it being the middle
of the day, it was just like in the scary movies.
It was like something was blocking any light from coming
in well. I scooped up my kids in my arms
and we stayed in the bedroom for a few hours
until I was brave enough to go back out and
see if anything seemed out of sorts. Nothing was there.
The kitchen was full of light. Once again. I did
my best to brush off everything that had happened so far,
but it was getting difficult. My daughter never seemed afraid,
but she still talked to the lady, and my son
started having horrible night terrors. After a while, he would
tell me that the lady was scaring him, and he
would point to the closet by his bed. I talked
with my roommates and they started hearing weird sounds around
the house as well when they were home alone. However,
Tom was a skeptic, so we decided, because he owned
the house, we would do our best to ignore it.
We hoped that ignoring it would take any power away
from it, sort of like if you saw something, no
you didn't Now. This worked for a while. A while,
we still heard things, see shadows, watch things move across
the room with no explanation, but we didn't know what
else to do. I guess it decided that it was
time to get creative because I was watching TV with
my new boyfriend late one night we'll call him Drew,
and a figure appeared in the corner of the room
next to my dresser. I saw it and I tried
to ignore it, but Drew, who didn't know what was
going on, slowly tapped my shoulder and then pointed to it.
It was hunched over like it was holding its knees
to its chest with its head down. I grabbed his
hand to let him know that I saw it, and
I then pointed back at the TV, hoping that he
would understand. After a few minutes, it disappeared again. I
think we had both been holding our breath because we
both let out a heavy sigh. We let ourselves relax,
and we then went to bed. The next night, the
same thing happened figure in the corner. This time, though
it just stared at us. Its head was raised and
its legs were relaxed. When we did nothing to acknowledge it,
the bed started to shake violently. We moved to the
middle of the bed and all we could do was watch.
I remember looking over at my kids, hoping to God
they wouldn't wake up from the commotion. Thankfully, they slept peacefully,
and all I could think to do was demand that
it stop, stop stop. I let my voice get just
below a yell before the movement quit. When I looked
over at her again, I could finally see her. She
was a thin, pale, middle aged woman, long dark wavy
hair that was sopping wet, and she was in an
equally sopping wet nightgown with dirt all over it. She
couldn't have been much taller than me, and I'm five five.
She had the most sickening smile. She had blue purple
lips like she was freezing, or maybe like she had drowned.
She didn't have any weird teeth or anything, just pure
uncanny Valley. We didn't see sleep a wink that night.
Our feet would get grabbed in the middle of the night,
blankets ripped off my children. All of it continued, but
nothing big. We even started coming home to the front
door which was locked but wide open. We called the
police about it a couple of times, but because nothing
was taken, they told us that we must have not
closed the door all the way and to stop calling.
We would even pull the door shut as we locked
it to make sure, but it never helped. The only
thing out of place the first time was my hair
brush in the middle of the living room floor with
the handle pointing towards my bedroom. I had always kept
my hair brush in my bathroom drawer. After that, it
would just be little things like one of the kid's
teddy bears. A few weeks later, my mom had both kids,
and Drew and I were watching TV. Once again. Again.
The light was off, and again the door was shut,
and we were trying to settle down to sleep. However,
the lady appeared in the same corner that she was
always in. We were trying to ignore her when we
heard a low growl come from her direction. I remember
gasping because it scared me. Drew gently grabbed my arm
and I looked over at her. She was slinking down
to the ground where you couldn't see her anymore. Now.
I don't know about everyone else, but for me it's
almost more terrifying not knowing where something is. So as
quietly as I could, I slowly got on my knees
while staying on the bed, and I carefully peeked toward
the edge. She had changed somehow. She was hunched over
so I couldn't see all of her, but I could
see that her nightgown was now gone. Her head was
close to the floor so I couldn't see it. She
was paper white. I could see every bone from her hips,
the bottom of her ribs, and her legs. She seemed
like she grew somehow, somehow she was bigger. I threw
myself back toward the head of the bed, and she
hobbled across the floor toward the door like a wounded animal.
Carefully one leg at a time. We sat in silence
for quite a while, watching the room. I'm not sure
how long it was, but I know that when the
sky started to get light, I finally fell asleep. I
messaged my father that morning and I told him about it.
He told me about the woman in white or the
weeping woman, which is the kind of spirit that Laurona is.
He thought that maybe I was dealing with that because
of how the kids acted differently towards her. My step
mom told me to sage the house. I went out
and bought some sage, and then I cleansed the house
as well as put some salt lines down. I told
my roommates what I was going to do beforehand, and
I told them what had happened. Tom didn't like it,
but he didn't tell me no, so I did it.
That night was quiet for the first time in months.
Things were back to normal. The next day, I went
out to smoke and my salt lines were gone. I
asked my roommates about it, and Tom told me that
I needed to grow that spirits and ghosts weren't real,
and that I couldn't do any more witchy things in
his house. I was absolutely distraught. Things started right up again.
I don't know why. I don't know how, as I
thought that that was supposed to completely get rid of her,
But that's what happened. The bed shaking, my best friend
even running out of her in Tom's room one night
because of something slamming against the closet, cupboards opening and
closing on their own, our feet being grabbed, and things
were moving across the room. I wish I had some
kind of resolution to this story, but I moved out
for unrelated reasons a month later. I can only hope
that if Tom and my then best friends still live there,
that they are safe and that they found a way
to get rid of her. Luckily, she didn't follow us,
and my kids don't have any memory of the lady. I, however,
think i'll remember her forever. As the night's episode comes
to an end, I'd like to thank you for listening,
and I truly appreciate all of our experiencers for coming
forward with their stories. And as always, if you've encountered
the unexplained, you can share your experience with me at
Paranormal Mysteries podcast dot com. Remember that all experiences, no
matter how strange, are always welcome until next time. I
hope you have a wonderful rest of your evening, and
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