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Speaker 1: to Paranormal Mysteries, and thank you for joining me. I'm
Speaker 1: your host, Nick Ryan. Our first encounter of the night
Speaker 1: comes to us from Sharon, who calls their experience did
Speaker 1: I jump through a portal? Sharon says, I had something
Speaker 1: happen to me recently, and of course my first thought
Speaker 1: was to tell you and your listeners about it. It
Speaker 1: was odd because I literally just listen the day before
Speaker 1: to the story about the woman that was lost during
Speaker 1: an expedition where she just kept ending up on the
Speaker 1: same floor of an asylum that they were exploring. I
Speaker 1: was thinking to myself that I'm glad I've never had
Speaker 1: anything like that happen to me. But two days later
Speaker 1: I had a weird experience that I still cannot explain.
Speaker 1: I was driving to our local Sam's Club, which is
Speaker 1: on the outskirts of my town, and though there is
Speaker 1: a direct route on Broadway that takes you straight there
Speaker 1: from anywhere in town, I do not usually take it.
Speaker 1: They've been doing a lot of construction, and half the
Speaker 1: way there it narrows down into one lane of traffic
Speaker 1: and it gets backed up quite a bit. Fortunately, though,
Speaker 1: there's another entrance from a less popular road that you
Speaker 1: can take to the back area of where Sam's is.
Speaker 1: I have taken this road many, many times. It's one
Speaker 1: of my go to secret shortcuts because I hate driving
Speaker 1: on Broadway even if there is no construction. I was
Speaker 1: on my way there when I took the turn that
Speaker 1: would take me to Sam's Club, and from this point on,
Speaker 1: I can't really explain what happened. As I'm driving, all
Speaker 1: I'm seeing is houses, and these aren't even familiar houses.
Speaker 1: They're not the houses that you would pass on your
Speaker 1: way there. I've seen them a hundred times too, But
Speaker 1: this was like I had driven into a subdivision. I
Speaker 1: was driving through literally rows and streets of houses, like
Speaker 1: a neighborhood, which does not exist over by Sam's Club.
Speaker 1: That's all primarily industrial area with big name stores and
Speaker 1: huge parking lots and empty fields. There is no subdivision there,
Speaker 1: just a few random houses that were there before the
Speaker 1: stores were. I was getting confused. I did not know
Speaker 1: where I was at I did not recognize any of
Speaker 1: the houses, and I did not recognize any of the
Speaker 1: names of the streets. Panic set in and I kept
Speaker 1: asking myself where the hell am I, over and over again,
Speaker 1: almost bringing myself to tears. You see, one of my
Speaker 1: biggest fears is being lost in an unknown location with
Speaker 1: no one that I know around to help me find
Speaker 1: my way back, which is one of my biggest reasons
Speaker 1: why I don't travel well. I thought about calling my husband,
Speaker 1: but then I thought, how is he going to save
Speaker 1: me if I can't even tell him where I am.
Speaker 1: So finally my brain said, check your phone. I pulled
Speaker 1: over to the curb and I pulled up Google Maps
Speaker 1: and I checked my location. I was in a subdivision
Speaker 1: on the northern end of town, about two miles from
Speaker 1: Sam's Club. Now this made no sense. I would have
Speaker 1: had to have crossed Broadway to have gotten up this far,
Speaker 1: and I did not cross Broadway. I got directions on
Speaker 1: how to get back to Sam's from my phone, and
Speaker 1: I had to do a U turn to go back
Speaker 1: the opposite direction that I was going, and I did
Speaker 1: end up crossing over Broadway to get me back on
Speaker 1: track to where I wanted to be. I was never
Speaker 1: so relieved in my life to see the Sam's Club
Speaker 1: parking lot and the sign come into view. I've been
Speaker 1: wondering to myself ever since then, what the hell happened?
Speaker 1: How did I go from that little back road to
Speaker 1: a subdivision two miles north in the blink of an eye?
Speaker 1: And how do I not remember any thing? I wish
Speaker 1: I had been paying attention to my clock at that
Speaker 1: time so I could see how long it took this
Speaker 1: to take place, But unfortunately I'm not a clock watcher,
Speaker 1: so I was not looking at the clock at the time.
Speaker 1: With the other lady's story, you said something about her
Speaker 1: getting stuck in a time loop. I think that I
Speaker 1: just jumped through a portal or something. Your thoughts would
Speaker 1: be appreciated, as well as those of your listeners. I'm
Speaker 1: still working at the nursing home, and I have a
Speaker 1: few unusual things happening that I will tell you about
Speaker 1: another time. Take care Neck. I love the podcast, Sharon.
Speaker 1: I know that many people would call something like this
Speaker 1: a glitch in the matrix. I've also heard people like
Speaker 1: yourself calling it some sort of a portal, which I
Speaker 1: do suppose is possible if it is indeed something paranormal happening.
Speaker 1: I tend to err more on the side of it
Speaker 1: being some sort of a thinning of the veil, if
Speaker 1: you will, a space or an area where our reality
Speaker 1: tends to get a little thinner somehow, allowing us to
Speaker 1: travel distances that would usually take us much longer. I
Speaker 1: don't pretend to understand it. I just have a theory
Speaker 1: about it, so take it for what you will. I've
Speaker 1: heard experiences like yours over the years, over and over again,
Speaker 1: so you're not alone by any means, and hopefully anybody
Speaker 1: listening that has had a similar experience will come forward
Speaker 1: and share their story as well. Thanks again for sharing
Speaker 1: your experience, and I'm looking forward to hearing what else
Speaker 1: is going on at the nursing home. Our next experience
Speaker 1: comes to us from Victoria in Victoria's experience is called
Speaker 1: Footsteps in My Bedroom. Hi, Nick, I'm writing this while
Speaker 1: I wait in line for a doctor's appointment. I've been
Speaker 1: listening to paranormal mysteries on and off for about two
Speaker 1: years during my shifts at work. Sometimes I would get
Speaker 1: too spook to continue, and I would start feeling like
Speaker 1: maybe I was drawing negative energy to myself by listening. However,
Speaker 1: I always come back because I love hearing listeners and
Speaker 1: learning how I might react or defend myself in those situations. Now,
Speaker 1: in May of twenty twenty six, I've finally caught up
Speaker 1: to the present episodes. I had told myself that once
Speaker 1: I reached those latest episodes, I'd finally submit my own story. Well,
Speaker 1: my experience happened around July of twenty twenty four. My
Speaker 1: parents were out of town for two weeks visiting Mexico City,
Speaker 1: so I had our apartment in San Diego to myself.
Speaker 1: I didn't go because I didn't think I could afford
Speaker 1: another vacation and still keep up with my bills, so
Speaker 1: I stayed home and continued working my regular shifts. With
Speaker 1: their permission, I was allowed to have people over on
Speaker 1: the condition that the apartment would be clean and tidy
Speaker 1: when they returned. The night this happened was during the weekend,
Speaker 1: about a week into my family being away. My boyfriend
Speaker 1: at the time was staying over with me. Honestly, it
Speaker 1: was nice playing house for a bet. We cooked dinner together,
Speaker 1: had some drinks and snacks, and spent the evening relaxing
Speaker 1: in the living room. Watching Bee and Puppy Cat or
Speaker 1: some similar soft, bubbly cartoon that felt really soothing at
Speaker 1: the time. By around nine pm, I was getting sleepy,
Speaker 1: so I told him that I was going to go
Speaker 1: to bed, and he said, yeah, go ahead, I'll join
Speaker 1: you soon. I just want to keep watching for a
Speaker 1: little longer. I said okay, and I went to my room.
Speaker 1: Without thinking much of it. I left my bedroom door open,
Speaker 1: and the glow from the TV spilled faintly down the
Speaker 1: hallway into my room. Everything was quiet and dark, and
Speaker 1: I fell asleep pretty quickly. At around four a m.
Speaker 1: On Saturday, my work alarm suddenly went off. I had
Speaker 1: forgotten to turn it off since I wasn't scheduled to
Speaker 1: work that morning. It startled me awake, but I silenced
Speaker 1: it pretty quickly, and I looked around to see if
Speaker 1: I had disturbed my boyfriend, assuming that he had eventually
Speaker 1: joined me in bed, but he wasn't there. With the
Speaker 1: dim light still coming in from the hallway, I looked
Speaker 1: up and walked into the living room, where I found
Speaker 1: him asleep upright on the couch. I nudged him awake,
Speaker 1: and I said, come on, let's go to bed. Still
Speaker 1: half asleep. He agreed, I turned off the TV and
Speaker 1: we both got into bed again. I left the bedroom
Speaker 1: door open without really thinking about it, even though I
Speaker 1: normally never slept that way. Now. I remember laying face
Speaker 1: down with my head propped up on my hand, facing
Speaker 1: the bedroom door. My boyfriend laid beside me, on his side,
Speaker 1: with one arm draped lazily over me. We had both
Speaker 1: started drifting off again, and I could hear his breathing
Speaker 1: getting heavier, the way it always sounds right before he
Speaker 1: starts snoring. I think only maybe five minutes had passed.
Speaker 1: I was right on the edge of sleep when it happened.
Speaker 1: I suddenly heard footsteps. They sounded like they began just
Speaker 1: outside my bedroom door, maybe a foot away, before slowly
Speaker 1: stepping about three feet into my room. The pace was
Speaker 1: calm and relaxed, not rushed or aggressive. I remember feeling
Speaker 1: a presence before I fully processed what I was hearing.
Speaker 1: My eyes were still closed, but I felt it close,
Speaker 1: close enough to be standing only in arm's length away
Speaker 1: from me. Whoever or whatever it was stood there silently
Speaker 1: for a second or two before turning around and walking
Speaker 1: back out and into the hallway. The footsteps then continued
Speaker 1: down the hall toward the living room, maybe fifteen feet away,
Speaker 1: and then I heard someone begin to speak. It sounded
Speaker 1: like a woman's voice, but very muffled, kind of like
Speaker 1: hearing someone through a thin wall. She seemed to be
Speaker 1: casually announcing something or speaking in conversation, but I couldn't
Speaker 1: understand a single word. It lasted maybe three seconds before
Speaker 1: everything went completely silent again. I then noticed that my
Speaker 1: boyfriend was no longer breathing heavily, so I whispered, Hey,
Speaker 1: did you hear that? After a short pause, he quietly replied, yeah,
Speaker 1: I heard it. I then asked him what was that,
Speaker 1: and he answered, I don't know, but don't worry about it.
Speaker 1: Just go back to sleep. It's okay. Even though I
Speaker 1: was confused and definitely unsettled, his calm reaction kept me
Speaker 1: from panicking. I listened to him, and somehow we both
Speaker 1: fell asleep pretty quickly. After that, nothing else happened that night.
Speaker 1: The next morning, we woke up around nine a m.
Speaker 1: Feeling surprisingly rested. While sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast,
Speaker 1: we finally talked about what had happened. He admitted that
Speaker 1: he had actually been pretty freaked out, but that he
Speaker 1: didn't want to scare me more in that moment, so
Speaker 1: he tried to stay calm and encourage me to go
Speaker 1: back to sleep instead of focusing on it. Then I
Speaker 1: asked him to tell me exactly what he remembered. Hearing
Speaker 1: what he said genuinely shocked me. According to him, he
Speaker 1: heard a woman speaking before the footsteps even entered the bedroom.
Speaker 1: Then he heard the footsteps walk into the room, pause,
Speaker 1: turn round, and then continue down the hallway and into
Speaker 1: the living room. Then he heard the same muffled female
Speaker 1: voice that I heard, but unlike me, he also heard
Speaker 1: a man respond to her. That was the part that
Speaker 1: really stuck with me. We had both heard nearly identical things,
Speaker 1: but he heard slightly more than I did. I even
Speaker 1: mimicked the sound by cupping my hands around my mouth
Speaker 1: and making muffled adult voices like the grown ups in
Speaker 1: the Peanuts cartoons, and he immediately agreed that it sounded
Speaker 1: almost exactly like that. To this day, I still wonder
Speaker 1: if maybe he was somehow more in tune than I was,
Speaker 1: and able to pick up more on whatever we experienced.
Speaker 1: I called my mom after and I told her everything
Speaker 1: while she and my aunt listened on speakerphone. My mom
Speaker 1: was more concerned that someone might have actually broken into
Speaker 1: the apartment, so she told us to check every room
Speaker 1: and closet to make sure that nobody was inside. We
Speaker 1: did a full sweep of the apartment, but it was
Speaker 1: completely empty except for the two of us. After breakfast, though,
Speaker 1: I started spiraling a little trying to come up with
Speaker 1: a rational explanation. Our apartment complex had two stories, and
Speaker 1: our unit was on the first floor. However, our apartment
Speaker 1: was one of the only unions built over a parking area.
Speaker 1: Sometimes I could hear a loud engine pull into the
Speaker 1: spot underneath my room, or I would hear a car
Speaker 1: door slam, but I never ever heard conversations or footsteps.
Speaker 1: People usually had to walk further out toward the street
Speaker 1: before I could hear them through my window, so I
Speaker 1: rolled that out pretty quickly. As for the apartment above us,
Speaker 1: nobody had lived there for months. Occasionally, though, when previous
Speaker 1: neighbors wore heavy shoes, we could hear footsteps overhead, especially
Speaker 1: in the hallway area where the layouts lined up closely,
Speaker 1: but we could never hear voices through the ceilings, the walls,
Speaker 1: and floors honestly weren't thin enough for that. So I
Speaker 1: begin wondering if maybe someone new had quietly moved into
Speaker 1: the upstairs apartment without me noticing. But when previous tenants
Speaker 1: moved in, we always heard furniture being dragged around, and
Speaker 1: we saw them constantly using the staircase outside our front door.
Speaker 1: I hadn't noticed any of that. Well. Later that day,
Speaker 1: I saw our apartment manager walking through the complex gates,
Speaker 1: and I immediately went outside to talk to her. I
Speaker 1: probably startled her a little by suddenly greeting her from
Speaker 1: my doorway, and the conversation went something like this, Hey Teresa,
Speaker 1: Oh hi, Hey, do we have any new neighbors upstairs yet?
Speaker 1: She thought about it for a second before saying no,
Speaker 1: nobody's moved into Unit twenty yet, and I remember just
Speaker 1: saying oh okay. She kept looking at me and finally
Speaker 1: asked why, what's up? So I explained what my boyfriend
Speaker 1: and I had heard, and I admitted that I was
Speaker 1: hoping it had just been a new upstairs neighbor. To
Speaker 1: her credit, though she didn't laugh or look at me
Speaker 1: like I was crazy. I suggested that maybe somehow someone
Speaker 1: had gotten inside the vacant apartment at around four am,
Speaker 1: so she said that she would go and check it out.
Speaker 1: I then thanked her, but when I went back inside,
Speaker 1: I honestly didn't feel much better. She never updated me afterward,
Speaker 1: and I rarely saw her again for the remainder of
Speaker 1: that week, so I just assumed that nobody was up there.
Speaker 1: After all, this was my first real paranormal experience as
Speaker 1: an adult, and honestly, I'm just grateful I wasn't alone
Speaker 1: when it happened. I lived there for another year and
Speaker 1: a half before eventually moving out of my parents' apartment,
Speaker 1: and thankfully I've never experienced anything like that ever again there.
Speaker 1: I'm also glad that we stayed calm. Whatever it was
Speaker 1: didn't feel malicious to me. It honestly felt more like
Speaker 1: something casually passing through or checking in on us. The
Speaker 1: energy felt strangely neutral. Still, hearing unseen footsteps walk into
Speaker 1: your bedroom at four am, and then hearing in disembodied
Speaker 1: voices in your apartment is something that sticks with you.
Speaker 1: Part of me does feel like if we had panicked,
Speaker 1: challenged it, or focused too much attention on it in
Speaker 1: that moment, maybe it would have become more active or
Speaker 1: even made itself more known to us. That's definitely not
Speaker 1: something that I'm interested in finding out. Well, thank you
Speaker 1: for everything that you do, and thank you for sharing
Speaker 1: our stories. Keep on keeping on, Nick regards Victoria. Before
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Speaker 1: be right back. After these brief messages, our next experience
Speaker 1: of the night comes to us from Percy Marie, and
Speaker 1: their experience is called The Lady. Percy Marie says, Hi, Nick,
Speaker 1: this is going to be a bit of a long one,
Speaker 1: but hopefully a worthwhile one for you to read. I've
Speaker 1: gone back and forth a lot on whether I should
Speaker 1: share because it sounds unbelievable, But my sister and I
Speaker 1: are longtime listeners and she's been telling me to share it.
Speaker 1: It all sounds like a conjuring movie to me, but
Speaker 1: it was my life for about four months, and it
Speaker 1: was truly the most terrifying experience of my life. Back
Speaker 1: in January of twenty nineteen, I fled from my abusive
Speaker 1: ex with my two children, and I moved in with
Speaker 1: my best friend at the time and her boyfriend, who
Speaker 1: for simplicity we'll call Tom. My two children were almost
Speaker 1: two and three. The first few months were uneventful, even peaceful.
Speaker 1: The kids were adjusting well, I was working full time.
Speaker 1: Things were good. One day in May, I was getting
Speaker 1: ready in my bathroom while my daughter was playing in
Speaker 1: the living room by herself. My son was with their
Speaker 1: father per the custody order, and we were the only
Speaker 1: two in the house. For context, when you walked into
Speaker 1: the house, there was a hallway to the right to
Speaker 1: get to the kitchen in the living room. When you
Speaker 1: got to the kitchen, there was another hallway open to
Speaker 1: your right where you could get to the restroom and
Speaker 1: the two bedrooms. But you couldn't see the living room,
Speaker 1: so I couldn't see my daughter, but I could hear her.
Speaker 1: The TV was quietly playing nursery rhymes and I was
Speaker 1: listening to her talk to her toys to the best
Speaker 1: of an almost two year old's ability. After a while, though,
Speaker 1: it started sounding like she was having a full conversation.
Speaker 1: She was asking questions, waiting for answers, and responding to
Speaker 1: whatever she heard. This was not the normal way my
Speaker 1: daughter played, and being that we were by ourselves, I
Speaker 1: went out to see what was going on. Stepping into
Speaker 1: the living room, she was sitting right where I had
Speaker 1: left her, and she was staring up to something in
Speaker 1: the air with a big smile. There wasn't anything on
Speaker 1: the walls there for her to be looking at, just
Speaker 1: empty space. Who are you talking to, baby, the lady, Mamma,
Speaker 1: the lady, And she then pointed a little finger up
Speaker 1: to the space that she'd been looking at. I wasn't
Speaker 1: super freaked out yet, and I figured that she was
Speaker 1: just playing, So I nodded and I told her okay,
Speaker 1: and I went back to getting ready. Now. Nothing else
Speaker 1: unusual happened until my son came home from his father's
Speaker 1: A few days later. I was trying to put my
Speaker 1: kids down for a nap after lunch and I heard
Speaker 1: something moving through the backyard. We lived right next to
Speaker 1: a wetland area, so my first thought was that it
Speaker 1: must be an animal. We didn't have any neighbors, and
Speaker 1: it would have been difficult to climb to the backyard
Speaker 1: for a person with how thick the brush was. After
Speaker 1: a few minutes of listening, however, there was tapping on
Speaker 1: my bedroom window. We kept the doors and windows locked
Speaker 1: at all times, but I was definitely more on edge now.
Speaker 1: I told the kids to stay put and I crept
Speaker 1: out to the living room's big sliding glass door. When
Speaker 1: I peeked out of the curtains, the backyard was trashed,
Speaker 1: things broken, stuff scattered everywhere. The back gate was undone.
Speaker 1: I went to the front door because you could see
Speaker 1: the window from there, and you couldn't even see any
Speaker 1: footprints in the dirt. So I cleaned up the backyard.
Speaker 1: Called my friend and I told her what happened, and
Speaker 1: I kind of forgot about it for a while. I
Speaker 1: just wanted to pretend that it didn't happen. A few
Speaker 1: days later, I was in the bathroom, once again, still
Speaker 1: the only one home with my kids, and I heard
Speaker 1: the fridge door open. Neither of my kids could open
Speaker 1: the fridge at that time. I ran out to see
Speaker 1: what was going on, and there was a shadow bigger
Speaker 1: than the kitchen in the shape of a person holding
Speaker 1: open the fridge door. My kids were standing in front
Speaker 1: of the fridge, excited to get a snack as always.
Speaker 1: I remember seeing the shadow's fingers going over the edge
Speaker 1: of the door, where the light shouldn't have allowed a
Speaker 1: shadow to be. It took me a second to realize
Speaker 1: what I was looking at. I called my kids over
Speaker 1: as nonchalantly as I could, and only as they tuddled
Speaker 1: past the kitchen threshold did the door close. That's when
Speaker 1: I looked up for my kids, and I watched as
Speaker 1: this shadow engulfed the kitchen. Despite it being the middle
Speaker 1: of the day, it was just like in the scary movies.
Speaker 1: It was like something was blocking any light from coming
Speaker 1: in well. I scooped up my kids in my arms
Speaker 1: and we stayed in the bedroom for a few hours
Speaker 1: until I was brave enough to go back out and
Speaker 1: see if anything seemed out of sorts. Nothing was there.
Speaker 1: The kitchen was full of light. Once again. I did
Speaker 1: my best to brush off everything that had happened so far,
Speaker 1: but it was getting difficult. My daughter never seemed afraid,
Speaker 1: but she still talked to the lady, and my son
Speaker 1: started having horrible night terrors. After a while, he would
Speaker 1: tell me that the lady was scaring him, and he
Speaker 1: would point to the closet by his bed. I talked
Speaker 1: with my roommates and they started hearing weird sounds around
Speaker 1: the house as well when they were home alone. However,
Speaker 1: Tom was a skeptic, so we decided, because he owned
Speaker 1: the house, we would do our best to ignore it.
Speaker 1: We hoped that ignoring it would take any power away
Speaker 1: from it, sort of like if you saw something, no
Speaker 1: you didn't Now. This worked for a while. A while,
Speaker 1: we still heard things, see shadows, watch things move across
Speaker 1: the room with no explanation, but we didn't know what
Speaker 1: else to do. I guess it decided that it was
Speaker 1: time to get creative because I was watching TV with
Speaker 1: my new boyfriend late one night we'll call him Drew,
Speaker 1: and a figure appeared in the corner of the room
Speaker 1: next to my dresser. I saw it and I tried
Speaker 1: to ignore it, but Drew, who didn't know what was
Speaker 1: going on, slowly tapped my shoulder and then pointed to it.
Speaker 1: It was hunched over like it was holding its knees
Speaker 1: to its chest with its head down. I grabbed his
Speaker 1: hand to let him know that I saw it, and
Speaker 1: I then pointed back at the TV, hoping that he
Speaker 1: would understand. After a few minutes, it disappeared again. I
Speaker 1: think we had both been holding our breath because we
Speaker 1: both let out a heavy sigh. We let ourselves relax,
Speaker 1: and we then went to bed. The next night, the
Speaker 1: same thing happened figure in the corner. This time, though
Speaker 1: it just stared at us. Its head was raised and
Speaker 1: its legs were relaxed. When we did nothing to acknowledge it,
Speaker 1: the bed started to shake violently. We moved to the
Speaker 1: middle of the bed and all we could do was watch.
Speaker 1: I remember looking over at my kids, hoping to God
Speaker 1: they wouldn't wake up from the commotion. Thankfully, they slept peacefully,
Speaker 1: and all I could think to do was demand that
Speaker 1: it stop, stop stop. I let my voice get just
Speaker 1: below a yell before the movement quit. When I looked
Speaker 1: over at her again, I could finally see her. She
Speaker 1: was a thin, pale, middle aged woman, long dark wavy
Speaker 1: hair that was sopping wet, and she was in an
Speaker 1: equally sopping wet nightgown with dirt all over it. She
Speaker 1: couldn't have been much taller than me, and I'm five five.
Speaker 1: She had the most sickening smile. She had blue purple
Speaker 1: lips like she was freezing, or maybe like she had drowned.
Speaker 1: She didn't have any weird teeth or anything, just pure
Speaker 1: uncanny Valley. We didn't see sleep a wink that night.
Speaker 1: Our feet would get grabbed in the middle of the night,
Speaker 1: blankets ripped off my children. All of it continued, but
Speaker 1: nothing big. We even started coming home to the front
Speaker 1: door which was locked but wide open. We called the
Speaker 1: police about it a couple of times, but because nothing
Speaker 1: was taken, they told us that we must have not
Speaker 1: closed the door all the way and to stop calling.
Speaker 1: We would even pull the door shut as we locked
Speaker 1: it to make sure, but it never helped. The only
Speaker 1: thing out of place the first time was my hair
Speaker 1: brush in the middle of the living room floor with
Speaker 1: the handle pointing towards my bedroom. I had always kept
Speaker 1: my hair brush in my bathroom drawer. After that, it
Speaker 1: would just be little things like one of the kid's
Speaker 1: teddy bears. A few weeks later, my mom had both kids,
Speaker 1: and Drew and I were watching TV. Once again. Again.
Speaker 1: The light was off, and again the door was shut,
Speaker 1: and we were trying to settle down to sleep. However,
Speaker 1: the lady appeared in the same corner that she was
Speaker 1: always in. We were trying to ignore her when we
Speaker 1: heard a low growl come from her direction. I remember
Speaker 1: gasping because it scared me. Drew gently grabbed my arm
Speaker 1: and I looked over at her. She was slinking down
Speaker 1: to the ground where you couldn't see her anymore. Now.
Speaker 1: I don't know about everyone else, but for me it's
Speaker 1: almost more terrifying not knowing where something is. So as
Speaker 1: quietly as I could, I slowly got on my knees
Speaker 1: while staying on the bed, and I carefully peeked toward
Speaker 1: the edge. She had changed somehow. She was hunched over
Speaker 1: so I couldn't see all of her, but I could
Speaker 1: see that her nightgown was now gone. Her head was
Speaker 1: close to the floor so I couldn't see it. She
Speaker 1: was paper white. I could see every bone from her hips,
Speaker 1: the bottom of her ribs, and her legs. She seemed
Speaker 1: like she grew somehow, somehow she was bigger. I threw
Speaker 1: myself back toward the head of the bed, and she
Speaker 1: hobbled across the floor toward the door like a wounded animal.
Speaker 1: Carefully one leg at a time. We sat in silence
Speaker 1: for quite a while, watching the room. I'm not sure
Speaker 1: how long it was, but I know that when the
Speaker 1: sky started to get light, I finally fell asleep. I
Speaker 1: messaged my father that morning and I told him about it.
Speaker 1: He told me about the woman in white or the
Speaker 1: weeping woman, which is the kind of spirit that Laurona is.
Speaker 1: He thought that maybe I was dealing with that because
Speaker 1: of how the kids acted differently towards her. My step
Speaker 1: mom told me to sage the house. I went out
Speaker 1: and bought some sage, and then I cleansed the house
Speaker 1: as well as put some salt lines down. I told
Speaker 1: my roommates what I was going to do beforehand, and
Speaker 1: I told them what had happened. Tom didn't like it,
Speaker 1: but he didn't tell me no, so I did it.
Speaker 1: That night was quiet for the first time in months.
Speaker 1: Things were back to normal. The next day, I went
Speaker 1: out to smoke and my salt lines were gone. I
Speaker 1: asked my roommates about it, and Tom told me that
Speaker 1: I needed to grow that spirits and ghosts weren't real,
Speaker 1: and that I couldn't do any more witchy things in
Speaker 1: his house. I was absolutely distraught. Things started right up again.
Speaker 1: I don't know why. I don't know how, as I
Speaker 1: thought that that was supposed to completely get rid of her,
Speaker 1: But that's what happened. The bed shaking, my best friend
Speaker 1: even running out of her in Tom's room one night
Speaker 1: because of something slamming against the closet, cupboards opening and
Speaker 1: closing on their own, our feet being grabbed, and things
Speaker 1: were moving across the room. I wish I had some
Speaker 1: kind of resolution to this story, but I moved out
Speaker 1: for unrelated reasons a month later. I can only hope
Speaker 1: that if Tom and my then best friends still live there,
Speaker 1: that they are safe and that they found a way
Speaker 1: to get rid of her. Luckily, she didn't follow us,
Speaker 1: and my kids don't have any memory of the lady. I, however,
Speaker 1: think i'll remember her forever. As the night's episode comes
Speaker 1: to an end, I'd like to thank you for listening,
Speaker 1: and I truly appreciate all of our experiencers for coming
Speaker 1: forward with their stories. And as always, if you've encountered
Speaker 1: the unexplained, you can share your experience with me at
Speaker 1: Paranormal Mysteries podcast dot com. Remember that all experiences, no
Speaker 1: matter how strange, are always welcome until next time. I
Speaker 1: hope you have a wonderful rest of your evening, and
Speaker 1: I'll see you back here in my next episode of
Speaker 1: Paranormal Mysteries.