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Thank you so much 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.
Let's begin tonight's journey with Brendan, who calls their experience
the Blue Cottage. Hello. I don't know if you'll ever
read this, but that's okay. I recently came across your
podcast and I have been enjoying it. Listening to some
other people's experiences has made me remember my own, and
I wanted to share and possibly hear your thoughts. Grew
up in a small, quiet village in rural New South Wales,
Australia called Nimittabelle. When I was twelve or thirteen, my
mother bought a cozy, small cottage that was painted bright blue.
Nothing seemed out of place or sinister about this place.
The previous occupant had been a nice older woman who
I remember sold it to be closer to family in Melbourne.
This house had a brilliant history, being one of the
first buildings in Nimittabelle and over two hundred years old.
When my mother bought it. For the first year or
so of living there, nothing out of the ordinary happened.
There were a few bumps and creeks in the night,
but that happens with old houses. I remember vividly my
first ever paranormal experience. I was around fourteen or so.
I remember being in quite a deep sleep when I
was awoken suddenly by this creeping sensation that someone was
peering at me through the crack in my door. I
sat up and looked over, and sure enough, I could
see the glint of two very human eyes peering at me.
At the time, I thought this was my brother, who
sometimes would wake up in the early hours of the
morning to watch TV. I only learned a few weeks
later from my mother, though, that my brother had actually
gone to sleep in her room as he had a nightmare.
I never saw the eyes again, but I had a
feeling that at night time something was watching me from
various spots in the house. Other than those feelings, though,
nothing happened to me personally ever again until I was sixteen.
This was during the massive ghost hunting hype on YouTube
in twenty sixteen. If anyone remembers one of the main
videos that I had seen was Wigi board videos. Now
by this point I had totally forgotten about those eyes,
so I didn't think anything would happen if I played
with the board in my own house. One night in
mid twenty sixteen, myself, my best friend Harry, and my
brother decided to make our very own Wigi board. We
chose a bit of old wood and carved the letters
into the board, heading a Y for yes and an
end for no, and we carved a plant chat out
of a branch that fell off of a tree in
my backyard. After making the board, we all sat down
at the desk in my bedroom, quickly googling the rules,
and we began to play. I can't remember our first question,
but I do remember our second question, To test if
any of us were moving it ourselves. Harry asked a
question that neither my brother nor I would have known.
He asked, what did my dad say to me the
last time that we were together. I remember it taking
a moment before it slowly began spelling out nothing, He's dead.
At this point, I remember his face draining of color,
almost pearly white. He looked terrified. Without warning, he just
let go and then went home. I later learned that
the last time that he had been near his dad
technically was when he was visiting his grave. My brother
also let go of the plant chat and got up
and went after Harry, which left me playing by myself.
I knew the rules, you never play by yourself. I
specifically remember not asking anything when it spelled out play.
At this point, I was pretty freaked because this had
solidified my belief in the paranormal. There was no one
else to move the plantat, just me. I quickly said
goodbye and ended it, hoping that that would be the
end of it. But boy was I wrong. This started
a series of events that I tried to push out
of my mind, as well as a frightening appearance of
shadow people to my sister. For several months after this,
my bed, which is one of those with the desk underneath,
would squeak and shake at exactly ten thirteen pm every night.
Things would go missing from my room and then reappear
exactly where I had left them. I would also hear
someone calling my name, but I could not recognize the voice. However,
this didn't determine my stupid teenage self. There were lots
of stories about ghosts and creatures in the village. And
while most of them were just urban myths that were
passed down and spread amongst the teens and young adults
of the village, some did have a bit of truth
to them. One that caught my attention the most was
one where a man had unfortunately ended his own life
by hanging himself from a tree in his own backyard.
Now by this point I was smart enough not to
believe this straight away, so I tried to find some
information on this, as my head seemed to think that
this had happened at my own house in my backyard,
because mine was the only backyard with trees big enough
to even hold a human's weight. I eventually found proof
of this happening, as a couple returned home on the
thirty first of March in nineteen twenty four to find
one of their employees hanging in a bedroom of their house.
I have included a link to the news article for
you as well. I could not find any evidence of
this happening in my house, though I did try the
Ouiji board one more time with my friend Harry and
another friend Hannah, but more so for curiosity. We started
by saying hello and asking if anyone wanted to talk.
Almost immediately it went to yes. We then asked if
they had died in the house, and it stayed on yes.
I then asked, and I'm glad I did how they
died now. I could not believe my eyes, and neither
could the others when this happened, but we swear to
God the plan chat rose up in the air before
throwing itself into the corner of the room. I heard
a laugh in my skull and I remember nothing else.
I didn't black out. I just can't remember, and my
body tells me that I don't want to. I then
asked Harry and Hannah if they remembered, but they said
that they both didn't want to remember either. All I
do know is that the last thing that I remember
is that I got on my knees for the first time,
and I prayed to God to protect me. Eventually I
stopped missing around with this stuff, and between the ages
of sixteen and eighteen, my friends and I continued to
investigate stories that we had heard, or even explore the
many ruined and abandoned houses of the countryside to learn
their stories. My bed only stopped shaking when I finally
rather than being angry, got so annoyed that I got
out of my bed, and for whatever reason, I spoke
to the air in the corner of my room and
I said, will you please just piss off? From that
point on I never had a bad experience in that
house again. I moved on, I met a girl, got married,
and I had a son. The experiences that we had
after my mother had moved out and my wife and
I moved in were quite pleasant. We saw signs and
felt the presence of a young spirit who, for whatever reason,
we called Tom. The only aggression that we ever had
with him was with our pets. We had two cats
and a dog. At first, Tom didn't like the cats,
and he kept trying to drop pictures from the walls
on them. But eventually he warmed up, and I swear
sometimes when my cats were purring on the couch it
almost looked like their fur was being moved in a
way that a hand was petting them. Tom also didn't
like our dog at first. One night, our dog just
kept barking at a door window until we heard a
loud thud and then a whimper. My wife swears it
looked like he got kicked my son also used to
wave at the air, so we assume that it was Tom.
We liked Tom very much. We no longer live in
that house, and the day that we decided to move,
we believe that Tom moved on as well, as I
went back many times to clean the place up and
fix things, and I did not feel his presence. In
the end, the Blue Cottage became an empty old house.
I'm just glad that Tom replaced all the memories of
fear that were associated with those spirits and became a
part of our family almost. I don't regret exploring my house.
In fact, it just left me with more questions. Why
was it so easy for the mischievous spirits to enter
the house and play with my bed? And when did
Tom arrive? I remember someone saying once that their house
was a portal to the other side, and it just
took someone to invite them for them to cross over.
Thank you for reading this. I have many other stories
of experiences of my friends exploring and looking into the
paranormal that I would like to share, and I'm glad
that I wrote this down so that one day I
can tell my kids these stories. All the best, Brendan,
I have added a link to the news article that
Brendan mentioned in the show notes. Our next experience comes
to us from Lisa, and her experience is called possibly
Tracked by Aliens. Lisa says he Nick, I love the podcast.
I have a bunch of stories I'd like to share,
but I'm going to break them up into different groups
and send you them in different emails. The first couple stories,
I'd say are possible UFO sightings or unexplainable events. This
my first story, took place about thirty years ago, in
the late nineties in Michigan. I used to remember more details,
like the time of night and how long the whole
event took, but after all this time, I'd forgotten those details.
I was nineteen or twenty years old with a friend
that I'll just call Tea. We were hanging out at
her friend's apartment between New Baltimore and Alganac, Michigan. Tea
was living with her grandparents in Richmond, Michigan at this time.
I'm giving a lot of details for where this happened
with the hopes that someone listening might have seen strange
things in the area as well. After hanging out, we
were driving to her grandparents' house and I was going
to spend the night with her. The drive should have
only taken twenty to thirty minutes. We were on Palm's
Road and we were only going to be on that
road for around three miles and then turn left onto
twenty six Mile Road. As we were heading up Palms Road,
in the rearview mirror, I noticed an orange light in
the distance. We didn't pass by any construction zones or
traffic lights, and this area was pretty rural back then.
This light seemed to stay some distance behind us as
we continued to drive. We thought it was strange, and
we were talking about it while looking for our turn
off of that road, but we couldn't find twenty six
mile Road. It was the only bigger road with the
traffic light in the area, so it should have been
impossible to miss. We started to freak out a little
and were joking around that it felt like we were
in the twilight zone. We never saw another car or person.
I also remember joking that we were going to drive
straight into the mouth of a UFO. Now. I can't
remember how long that light stayed behind us, but it
was there for a while. Eventually, Palm's road ended at
a crossroad where you could only turn left or right.
There were some woods straight ahead, and there was a
wooden street sign nailed to a tree and broken, with
the right side of it hanging down. I had never
seen a street sign like that before. It was a
little strange. We figured that we had somehow passed our
turn long ago, so I turned left and we eventually
found her grandparents' house. I remember thinking, Wow, that took
us way too long to get home. I can't actually
remember how long anymore, but it was well over an
hour for sure. I do remember thinking that there was
some missing time, not a lot, but some for sure.
But here is where things get really strange. As we
walked into her grandparents' house, her grandma and their dog
came to greet us. The dog started barking at us
and wouldn't come anywhere near us. That was strange in itself,
and then the dog peed on the floor out of fear,
which was even stranger. Her grandma was shocked because the
dog had never peed in the house before, and that
freaked us out even more. That's all I remember from
that night. Now, let's fast forward a couple of years.
I had a strange burning sensation One day, right behind
my ear, right next to where the ear meets your skull.
It burned like someone was holding a lit cigarette against
my skin. It lasted maybe an hour or so, but
I don't remember that detail. I had a friend look
and she said that there was a small scar there
that was raised up and looked slightly inflamed. I could
even feel it with my finger. That burning happened once
more a couple years later, and once again the scar
was raised a little and it was very obvious to
the touch. I would joke around that maybe that orange
light was a UFO and that they implanted a tracking
device behind my ear, and whenever they were using it
to collect data, that's when it burned. Crazy, I know,
I don't think I truly believe that, but I have
no other explanation. The burning has not happened in about
twenty five years, and I can no longer feel the scar.
My second possible UFO sighting happened right around the time
that the scar burned for the first time. I was
driving home alone and I stopped at a red light.
Once again. I was in a somewhat rural area. This
is when I noticed a green light high in the
sky that was bouncing around the entirety of my field
of vision through my windshield. It moved super fast, up
and down and side to side in crazy zigzag patterns,
and then it just shot straight out into space and
then disappeared. It all happened in a matter of seconds. However,
I remember feeling a sense of calm. I'm wondering if
anyone else has experienced that burning sensation from something unexplained,
and if so, please reach out. Thanks for listening, and
I'll send my other stories soon. Our next experience comes
to us from Bill. Bill's experience might be unsettling for
some listeners, and discretion as advised. Bill says, I was
abducted by aliens when I was six. I'm fifty six now.
I'm sharing this because it may help someone else who
went through what I did. A face would appear in
our kitchen window and I would freeze in terror. This
happened often. Once I awoke on a ship, I assume
it was a ship, and four hybrid aliens were holding
me down and taking samples with a syringe the size
of a turkey injector. They were ramming it into my
upper chest at the Sternum area. They wore a grayish
black outfit and they had a sickly yellow skin color,
almost jaundiced. They were about six feet tall. They held
my legs in torso as I kicked and screamed, one
of them simply watched. I looked to my right and
I saw my brother screaming and crying and looking at me.
It was terrible. I still see his long hair and face,
screaming and crying. This was in June of nineteen seventy four.
As I remember again, I was six. The military has
a technique called mental blocking, where you separate yourself from
yourself when in terrific pain or dire circumstances. I did
so unwittingly. I blocked him out, and in his place
I put Robin from Batman and Robin. I was six
and I didn't know any better. I still have those
phantom pains from that experience to this day. The proof
that all this happened was later I saw my brother drawing,
and he was very gifted. He was drawing the faces
from my experience, and when I asked him what they were,
he said that they were demons. When I asked to
see the drawings, he said no, and he put them away,
as if to protect me. I have also had significant
health issues which are generally associated with abductions, appendicitis, diabetes, sarcoidosis,
two double organ transplants, and cancer over the period of
my life. Afterwards, I repressed the memories until college. That's
when I saw an image on a book cover that
my friend had. It was an alien hybrid. I pointed
at it in fear, and I went pale. I have
never read Communion or even saw the movie. The hair
on my chest went white in the area of the
in or stabbing when I was seventeen, and it remains
that way. As I write this, I still feel the
pains in my chest. They never stop. They're not always intense,
but sometimes they are. The white hair was in a
perfect upside down triangle in the place where they jam
the syringe. I have no idea what they wanted. I
was six and I didn't have the mindset to ask,
criticize me, accuse me, but this happened. It's crazy to
speak of this, but I'm hoping that it helps someone else.
It's all that I can do. It doesn't affect my
spiritual beliefs. This happened. Before I continue, Please consider showing
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Please stay tuned and I'll be right back. After these
brief messages, our next experience of the night comes to
us from Angel, and Angel's experience is called Puppy Nanny.
Angel's experience mentions the topic of drug overdose and death
and discretion is advised. Angel says, why Nick, I love
your show. I have always had abilities as long as
I can remember. I have also had premonition dreams my
entire life, so the paranormal has never disturbed me. However,
my story strangely doesn't have to do with a dream
this time. At the time, I was sharing my apartment
with my roommate. He had a younger brother named Michael,
who had addiction issues due to a severe car accident,
and Michael had just been released from prison with the
understanding that he was clean and stayed that way, he
could stay with us. At the time, I had a
four month old Daniff puppy, a Great Dane English Mastiff
mix named Vito. Michael was wonderful with Vito, and Vito
was good for him and his recovery. I jokingly referred
to Michael as my puppy nanny, as he would feed
and walk Vito while I was at work. Vito loved
Michael and they were besties. I will call Michael and
his brother Andrew Vito's brothers since I was the mom
of the house. Michael lived with us for almost a
year when he overdosed in our apartment, with me finding
him passed away. The pull to the drug was too strong.
It was heartbreaking for everyone, especially my sweet one year
old Vito, who was so confused as to where his
big brother was at. My roommate usually stays at his
girlfriend's house ninety percent of the time before and after
his brother's death, so it was usually just Vito and
I in the apartment. I would walk by the boy's
bathroom where Michael had died, only to see the door
was open. That door stayed closed to keep my mischievous
puppy out of there. So I would shut the door
and continue with what I was doing. But as I
walked by the door again, the door would once again
be open. Our doors did not open on their own,
and they were very secure. Again, I shut it and
went on, thinking that that was odd. I would be
in bed and I would hear doors open and close,
as would veto who would sit up in bed and
look at the door. So I texted my roommate and
I asked him if he had come home, but he
said that he was at his girlfriend's house. He then
asked me why, and I told him what I had heard.
He asked me if I wanted him to come over,
but I assured him that I was fine. One night,
Vito and I were watching TV alone. We had a
long hallway from the front door to the living area,
which is where we all played fetch with Vito. Vito
got off the couch and went midway down the hall,
and he was in my sight the entire time. He
stood there, facing towards the door. He would tilt his
head as if someone was talking to him. He sat
down in the middle of the hall, still tilting his
head from side to side. I asked him what he
was doing, but he ignored me, still sitting and tilting
his head. Finally, I said, is your brother talking to you?
And this is when he turned his head as if
to say, you can see him too. These things continued
for months. Michael and I shared a love for coffee,
and one morning, while Michael was still alive, the coffee
maker stopped working. I went down to duncan to get
a coffee and I told Michael when he got up
that it was broken. Later he told me that he
had fixed it. Well. Months after his passing, the coffee
maker quit working once again. I tried everything, but nothing worked,
so I said, Michael, can you please fix the coffee
maker again. Well, I was on the other side of
the kitchen when it started brewing coffee. I then thanked
Michael and I poured a cup of coffee. My roommate
was broken hearted from the loss of his little brother,
and when I told him of all the things that
I experienced, he questioned why Michael never showed him any signs.
He was worried that I was scared, but I assured
him that it was just Michael and that he loved
both me and Veto and that we were safe. I
think he knew that I was open to hearing him,
as was Veto, and being the quote unquote mom, I
would convey all of it to Andrew. At one point,
I was at a music festival and I had bought
some sage, and since we had been having horrible luck
over the last couple years, I decided to do a cleansing.
I had started saging the apartment and was halfway through
the living area when it dawned on me that this
would release Michael as well. I was saddened at the
thought of not having Michael with us, but I wanted
him to go to the light. We never again had
any further visits, so I'm sure that Michael is finally
at peace. Thank you for listening. Angel. Our next experience
is from and I might be saying this wrong Castell,
and their experience is called the Unseen Guest. Casnell says,
back in twenty sixteen, when I was a twenty nine
year old woman, something eerie happened. We had settled into
this house a year or two earlier. Coming from Sri Lanka.
It's common for grown up children to live with their
parents until marriage. So I was living with my parents
in this house. One night, I fell asleep in my bedroom,
having forgotten to turn off the light. My dad, checking
in on me, switched the light off and quietly left
the room. I woke up when he entered the room,
watching him turn off the light and then closed the door.
A few seconds later, I felt a distinct weight pressing
down on my bed, beside my head and creating a
dent in my mattress. The room was pitch dark, so
I couldn't see a thing. My heart began to raise
and a chill ran down. My spine startled and filled
with dread. I shot up and frantically switched on the light,
my eyes darting around the room. The familiar glow of
the bulb flooded the space, but there was no one there.
From that night on, I made sure to sleep with
a small night lamp. But the story does not end there.
I didn't share this incident with my parents immediately, but
one day, during a car ride, I decided to tell them.
To my shock, my mom revealed that she had experienced
exactly the same thing, not once, but multiple times. My dad, however,
had never encountered anything unusual. My mom even mentioned seeing
something or some one moving in her peripheral vision when
she was home. Neither of us ever experienced these things
outside of that house, leading us to believe that it
was haunted. Unnerved, my mom and I were eager to leave,
and after a couple of years, we finally moved to
a new home. Our next experience comes to us from Stephanie,
and Stephanie's story is called ghost. I've always felt connected
to paranormal presences, and also being an EmPATH, I pick
up a lot of emotions from places and people. My
first encounter with a ghost figure was when my son
was four. He had awoken me out of my sleep
and told me that a man was following him. My
son then pointed to the entryway of the doorway to
my bedroom and there stood a full figure of a
man dressed in a full dark suit, maybe six foot
and no face, just a dull figure. I didn't know
how to react, so I reached down for my glasses,
put them on, and then I looked back and he
was gone. My husband then woke up but didn't think
anything of it. He said that it was probably me
just seeing things without my glasses, but my son saw
the exact same thing. It was almost four a m.
When this happened. Fast forward to about twenty twenty one,
and I started a job at a convenience store, and
it was a nice job. The store had a good
sized shopping area, deli, and a small bathroom in the
back with a twist knob lock. There was also another
bathroom in the video lottery room. I was training for
night shifts and closing to be a keyholder, so I
was working with someone and I had to use the bathroom.
I went back to the employee bathroom and I washed
my hands and went to leave, and I felt a
cold rush and chill go up my spine. It took
my breath away. I was scared, and I tried to
unlock the door, but the knob didn't budge either way.
I twisted and twisted, but nothing happened. The chill finally
went away after what felt like five minutes but must
have only been maybe thirty seconds. This is when I
was able to breathe and the door relaxed on its own,
and I ran out and told my coworker. This is
when she told me that she had a very similar
experience in the game room bathroom when she had a
breath taking chin and the door was shut and would
not budge, and she had vivid visions of her dogs
being hurt in front of her. Eventually, the visions ended
and the door opened. She then called home and her
dogs were throwing up randomly, and she then took them
to the vet, but everything was fine. After closing by myself,
I saw visions of a man from time to time
around certain shelves and also in the cooler. He also
made the camera sensitive and we could see slight movement
on the camera whenever he presented himself. I lasted almost
six months at that store. I felt that this presence
was evil or demonic, and it was not happy to
have people around. I live in Wheeling, West Virginia. I
love your podcast. I found it on Pandora and I
don't listen to any other podcast now. And please continue
to talk and share experiences with the world and followers.
Stay safe and thank you for reading my story, and
if anyone has had a similar experienced, please don't hesitate
to contact me. 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, and I'll be back soon with more tales
of the unexplained, and until then, please remember, don't wait
for the unknown to come to you, get out there
and find it. S