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Paranormal Portal podcast and once again special thanks to Revolver
Podcast for making all this possible. It started when I
was about seven years old. It was around midnight and
I was thirsty, so I went downstairs to get a
glass of water and I just I had just fixing
to go down the stair when a hand shot out
of the darkness and grabbed me by the throat. Yikes.
I stood there with his hand clasped tightly around my
throat for what seemed like ages. Finally the hand light going.
I ran back to my bedroom, got under the covers
and pulled them over my head. The next day, I
told my parents about what happened, and they said that
it was just imagining things and shouldn't watch scary movies
before I go to bed. That same night, I told
my parents about what had happened. Of what happened, I
was being punched and prodded by the thing that had
grabbed me. The next day, my mom saw the bruises
I got and asked my brother why why he had
been hitting me. He said no, and that he'd never
been hitting me. He told her he had been seeing
strange lights in front of my bedroom and would hear
my name being called out at night when he went
to use the bathroom. The next day, when my brother
and I were playing outside in the wood, we saw
a row of five or six tombstones and we ran
to the house and showed our parents, and they believed
us after that, and we moved out of the house
three months later. To this day, I think the ghost
has followed me because I still wake up a strange
bruises and hear my name being called out at night. Well,
that's all kinds of creepy and wrong. I would suggest
a DreamCatcher or something. Now, I'm just kidding. I don't
know if dream catchers are necessarily functional against negative spirits,
but I don't know what's going on there. That's terrible.
If you're getting hit and hurt, then there's something really
wrong that's horrible. Do you want to know something weird?
Speaker 1: Now?
Speaker 2: That's the ghost sensor, so that actually sensed spirits in
the room, honest to God. And I'm not fabricating this
at all. I'll put this on everything I love. I
just saw a dark ball past my monitor, go up
and then disappear beyond my monitor. True story, ladies and gentlemen.
I don't need to fabricate stuff. I know that sounds
absolutely incredulous and wild to some people, but I swear
to you it's true. I wouldn't waste the time saying
it if it wasn't true. I have plenty of things
to read to entertain you with. I don't need to
fabricate things. But as the same time that went off,
I had just seen this ball go up and disappear,
So apparently there may very well be something here. I
don't know. Again, I'm not really convinced that this thing
does much of anything. I don't know what it does.
It's you know, from time to time, it's been really
interesting that it spits out weird stuff once in a while,
and it seems sometimes to make sense to what's going on,
like even a timer, like you know, I was monologue
in a little bit, and you know, maybe it's maybe
it's trying to get me, hint to move on. But
you know that truly did go off. That's the sound
you heard. That's just a it's just a sound effect.
That's not a spirit sound at all. It's just a
sound effect of the application saying we detect a presence. Now,
I suppose they felt they needed to make it a
really spooky, creepy sound, and that's you know, that is
what it is. But I did actually see a ball
just prior to that happening, true story, Hand to god,
what does it mean? I don't know. It's been weird
around the studio lately anyway. I still haven't saged like
fully saged, and I know I need to just to
knock the energy down a bit. But again, I think
doing a paranormal show. And I know I've said this
a bunch recently, so just bear with me. But I'm
just reiterating doing a paranormal show, you're constantly speaking about
a phenomena. You're constantly speaking about things that are beyond
the normal, you know, hence the name paranormal. But I
do believe in a sense that creates a magnetization of sorts.
So in other words, in the the universe. The one
universal law is that energy follows intention. I mean, there's
many universal laws, but that's a foundational universal law that
energy follows intention. Hence, if you're thinking really crappy thoughts
about somebody, that energy is going to them and maybe
creating a crappy experience for them or creating more animosity
towards you. That's just a it's just the way it works.
So and that's one of the reasons they that people
are encouraged to speak kindly about your about your enemies,
or prey for your enemies, or whatever you want to use.
And that way you're negating that negative reflection because all
of it is somewhat karmic. In other words, when you're
talking totally garbage about somebody, it may feel better to
let it out. But ultimately what's happening is it's it's
going to them in some form or another, and on
some level they're not liking you even more, you know,
and and they may be sending more crap your way
by them thinking about you. So constantly this happens. So
in terms of talking about the paranormal, I'm constantly referring
to it, I'm constantly thinking about it. And sharing ideas
and thoughts, things that occur to me as I'm doing
the show that creates an energy. You know, that's maybe
somewhat of a beacon, for lack of a better term,
And perhaps they just follow it because they know that
there's a discussion going on about, you know, their condition.
That's just a hypothesis, but I think there might be
something to that. In fact, one of the old ancient
tenets of occult practice was magnetism, and magnetism was the idea,
and it's even brought up now in the what is
that the Secret? The Secret is just basically rehashing of
a lot of old principles in spirituality dealing with magnetizing
yourself for things to come to you. It's just a
twenty first century or twentieth century revision of that same principle.
Nothing new has come up, but it's it's good stuff.
I mean, it's still relevant and has helped a bunch
of people. But essentially, when you when you create things,
it's even to the point of, I know, it's Monday tomorrow,
it's just going to be a crappy day. It's always
a crappy day on Monday. Well, guess what I'll pretty
much guarantee you Monday is going to be crappy if
that's If that's what you're sending out, so that energy
will follow intention you will manifest based on that. So
you know, I think that as we do the show,
we do manifest an attraction for that stuff. Nothing creepy,
nothing horrible, nothing weird. Well maybe weird, but you know
what I'm saying. But I've just seen this happen way
too many times in the years that I've been doing
this show that just strangeness comes out of nowhere. Excuse me, sorry.
So the next story, Ladies and Gentlemen, is coming from Oregon.
What's going on in Oregon? Well, let's find out. For
several years now, I've been plagued by nights of horrible
dream Well, here's where the dream catcher comes in. That
just came up. I just flippantly made a remark about
a DreamCatcher, and now we got a horrible dream story.
So many reoccurring with this with the same thing in common. Ghosts.
They always scare me so much, and I often wake
up crying and drenched in sweat. The houses that I'm
in in my dreams are always different, But there are
many similarities in my dreams. First of all, I'm always
with other people, usually my friends. It's at a house
party situation. Secondly, the ghost always haunts only one room,
and everyone present knows about the room and the ghost
and the ghost, and they avoid it. Yet we talk
about it when we're together and the strange things that
happen because of the ghost. Thirdly, I always end up
alone in the room where the ghost haunts at some point.
I've never seen the ghost, but I always feel the
oppression and evil that it emits. I should say that
she emits because the ghost is always a female. I
don't know if it's always the same ghost, but I'm
always get the same feelings of dread and fear when
I'm alone. Another similarity in my ghost dreams is when
I'm alone in the haunted room, I always try to
get out, but I can't. I'm trapped. I call for
my friends, but it's like they've left me alone in
this haunted place. My dreams have yet to progress to
any harm because to me, any harm caused to me
rather by the ghost, and I feel this is due
to the fact that I am so scared and uncomfortable
that I force myself awake, and sometimes when I fall
back to sleep, I go right back to where I've
left I'm left off. Oh that's horrible. I usually have
a dream like this at least once a month, and
I can't understand why who is this ghost woman? And
why am I so afraid of her? Why don't I
fight her in my dreams? Why don't I try to
figure out what's going on? And why does it frighten
me more than anything else I've ever experienced in real
life or in other nightmares. Now that's kind of peculiar,
because today I was just having a discussion while I
commented on a discussion on a page, a friend of
mine was talking about working a hypothesis about astro projection
during dreams that we always astraally project and it's and
my comment was, well, you know, there's been a lot
of spiritual teachers that have made that claim that every
every time we dream, we're actually projecting. It's just that
sometimes where we're projecting too, just doesn't seem like, you know,
what we actually recognize in our waking mind. And so
this person could very well be projecting in this dream,
and that's maybe what's going on. Is they're projecting into
a place and the place may look different, but it's
the same place and they're having the same experience because perhaps,
you know, there are a lot of stories about astro
projection and there being entities that do try to trap people.
I don't know if there's any truth to that or not.
I just don't have much of an opinion. I guess
myself about that. But I've heard those claims. Is it possible.
I suppose it is. I don't know. There's no way
to know everything, ladies and gentlemen, but you know, at
least it's it is interesting this person has the same
dreams about a ghost, a female ghost, and always ends
up alone. And maybe that's when all the you know,
the other manifestations of their mind are stripped away and
finally they have to confront this one thing. Could it
be psychological, sure, absolutely, it makes a lot of sense. Psychologically,
is just you know, an exercise of an unconscious mind
working through stuff. Maybe the woman represents some kind of
issue in their life that they're not dealing with. I
don't know. But could it be spiritual? Sure? Could it
be psychological? Sure? It's you know, it's just no fun
either way, and it requires the person to definitely make
some changes. So interesting story though. All right, my computer's
just being really sluggish. Sorry, all right, next one. Oh, now,
this one sounds really interesting and it's coming from the Louisiana.
Louisiana seeing UFO in nineteen seventy seven. Good to see that, Renee.
You did? Okay, Renee was eleven, Very cool, says us neighbor.
Kids were playing outside summertime up in sky we saw
UFO curfew at Eleven's cool. Yeah, I mean, I'm with you.
I've seen that stuff too, at least once, but possibly
several other times, only really really up close and personal once,
but it was close enough. It was close enough that
I was like, okay, I've had enough of this. It's real.
I know it's real. I'm going to bed. But very cool, Rennie,
thanks for sharing that in the chat. I don't know
if that was necessarily for me to share in the air,
but if you say it in chat, it's kemping on
the show. That's it, all right, So let's see what's
going on here. I'm just sorry, I get kind of
I get kind of transfixed on the chat, like what
am I missing? All Right? Let's go to Louisiana and
see what's going on here. Now, this one does sound cool.
There's a mention of a gin, which I find really peculiar.
Of course, gin are from the Islamic religion, and they
are magical beings that apparently predate the creation of people.
In fact, they were perhaps God's first creation in the
Islamic religion. So but they are apparently well, they're sometimes negative,
there's sometimes positive, there's sometimes some times they're just neutral.
But they if they don't like people, they really really don't.
I don't like people. So they can be absolutely demonic,
or they can be absolutely angelic or absolutely indifferent. All right,
so he says, blah blah blah. Okay, all of these
encounters happened in my younger days, but I'm almost always
had a witness. When I was younger, I used to
spend my weekends at my cousin's house. During one of
my first visits there, he said to me, weird stuff
happens here around twelve am. I really didn't believe him,
because but at twelve oh four I had my first
ghost and then in parentheses gin encounter. Okay, so they're
just translating a ghost experience as a gin, not necessarily
that it is a gin, it's just their interpretation. The
living room layout had a kitchen door behind and to
the right of the couch. In the kitchen there was
a cabinet with a glass front that reflected the whole kitchen,
and during that time we heard a cabinet door open
and shut, and then we heard a bunch open and
shut over and over. But we were looking at the
reflection and saw absolutely nothing moving. We hopped over the
couch and ran into the kitchen to find nothing moving
and the noise had finally stopped. That's not the best
story in the world, but it was my first and
I actually had a witness. One other one was shorter,
and it involved a friend of mine at my grandmother's house.
Her house is old, so the foot the floors creak,
and the kitchen is beside the living room, almost the
same room, and one night we were laying on two
separate couches and talking to each other when we heard
footstep creaks walking into the kitchen. We thought it was her,
so we said hey, Grandma, Hey, but we didn't get
any reply, and no light ever came on. We then
looked up and nobody was there. The last one, I'm
going to say is my best one, besides another one
that I had already posted. And one night we were
at my same grandmother's house. My cousin apparently is named
Chance from above, and my other cousin, Marcus are the
people in the story. There's a vacant trailer that is
beside my grandmother's house, and at the time I lived
in it. Sadly, we were young and wanted to check
it out at night, and Marcus went in first, and
Chance went in second, and then I trailed. I was
the lookout in case anyone came on the way. Towards
the back past the kitchen is my room and then
my sister's room. And Marcus went to the far back
towards my sister's room, and Chance walked my room and
found an old train toy. He opened my door and
threw it in the closet and threw it in and
closed the door. I was almost behind him at the time,
and we decided nothing was going on, so we were
going to leave, and on our way out, Chance passed
my old door, and then that time the door opened
and the toy Fleu passed his head. We freaked out
and took the took off running and didn't go back
in there at night. Ever, again, I still feel weird
going in there. Sometimes I believe it's more of a
gin messing with us than anything. Okay, so that's interesting.
And again sometimes gin are just interchangeable terms for ghosts
as well. I don't know. I guess it's just a
cultural understanding of it. But interesting nonetheless, all right from
South Carolina comes another one. A couple days ago, I
dreamt about a girl that I went to school with
that is now deceased. In my dream, there were a
ton of people in the building, and I felt like
I knew them all, yet I didn't recognize them. Different
people would come up and come up to me and
start talking. And then the girl that I knew came
up and she asked me how I was doing and
said she hadn't seen me in a while, and we
talked for a little bit. I asked her where she's
been and what she's been up to, and she said
she has been working on her family. Then a boy
came up to me and started talking to me and
gave me a hug. He looked so much like my
husband's deceased cousin that I had never met, and the
whole time I was with him, he was so nice
to me and it felt like I knew him as well,
but I didn't know who he was. Near the end
of the dream, he gave me another hug and told
me that he would see me again really soon. I
don't know why I had that dream. I have a
lot of weird dreams that usually mean something, and most
of the time they don't make a whole lot of
sense until a lot of time until later. Sorry, and
I would sometimes they're written really poorly, so I got
to piece them together. I would like to know, is
if anyone else has had the same kind of thing
happen to them. Do any of you ever have dreams
about someone deceased or even just a dream that means something.
I know that my mom's friend and my dad experienced
this kind of thing all the time, so at least
I know that I am not dealing with this completely alone.
I'd have to say, yes, I've had a few, quite
a few of those, and I you know, they're really cool.
I've never had a bad one of those. I've always
been really good, so very cool. All right. So that
was South Carolina, continuing our tour across the face of
the nation. Here we're going to North Carolina. Ladies and gentlemen,
a little bit north into the North of Carolina. This
one's not too long. The experience happened to me when
I was in oh in the early nineties. I thought
it was talking about an age. I was like, wow,
I'd been dating a girl that had a one time
been once time had been involved in witchcraft. And at
the time, I was living alone in an apartment, and
the apartment had hardwood floors throughout, so you could definitely
hear if someone was walking in another room. I always
had a neary feeling like I was being watched, but
would just dismiss it as much as possible. One night,
I went to bed as usual, having set my alarm
clock for six in the morning in order to get
out for work, and the alarm clock was facing the
bed so I could see it at all times. A
noise brought me out of a deep sleep and into
a semi conscious state enough for me to see the
clock and know that what the time was, and it
was exactly one oh one am, and I remember thinking, great,
I got five more hours of sleep. I liked those,
and I always sleep on my side in the fetal position,
and on the occasion, my left hand was hanging off
the bed. At that instance, I hear footsteps coming through
the house, sounding like my girlfriend's boots she always wore,
getting closer and closer. Then whatever it was started speaking
to me in her voice, trying to convince me that
it was her, and I remember trying to move, but
I was completely paralyzed and couldn't. I spoke back, saying, no,
you're not. I kept on until it finally reached my bed,
speaking sweetly in her voice. My bedroom door was closed,
so it had come right through it, and I could
still see the clock keep in mind, but I could
not see my uninvited guest, and there was a brief
moment of silence. Then I started feeling the bed move
behind me, and I said, one more time, you're not Kelly.
At that instant, I felt a hot breath on my ear,
and the voice changed from her voice into a man,
said how did you know? That's when I finally snapped
out of it and jumped out of bed, nearly peeing myself,
and ran over to the light switch and turned it
on along with every other one in the house. There
wasn't anything there, and it had come and gone in
a minute. But what had seemed an eternity. Like I said,
the whole time, I was desperately trying to move, but
was frozen in terror. Some people would simply say that
it was just a dream, but I'm here to tell
you that this was definitely not a dream, needless to say.
Shortly thereafter, I stopped seeing her. Look it was her fault.
A few years later I had another experience that I
will share at another time. Wow, that's too bad. I
wonder I wonder why he broke up with her. You know,
I like dating you a bit like when you send
demons after me. H creepy. Okay, the next one, ladies
and gentlemen, This one's coming out of California, California dreaming.
It was about two thousand and three and I was
sitting in my room. I was doing homework and talking
on the phone with my best friend, and I heard
someone walk and knocking on my door rather and I
looked out, but nobody was there. I left my door
open and stared at it, and a few minutes later
I saw a transparent sneaker. It was really weird and
only had one leg attached to it, And ever since
then we have taken pictures and orange streaks of light
in my parents' room. And sometimes I hear scratching on
my window at night, and when I'm by myself, I
see stuff run across the living room. It happened a
number of times and still freaks me out. And every
time I watch a scary movie, I see the sneaker
and severed leg, and I see streaks of light fleet
across my room, kitchen and living room. My house gets
cold in the eerie at nighttime. And one time I
was outside and I saw a transparent tiger jump out
of my tree. I don't know. This one's kind of hokey.
And sometimes when my dad takes a shower, like today,
the water gets cold hot cold, hot, cold, hot cold
and keeps doing that and it freaks me out. And
sometimes I see over my shoulder when I look in
the mirror. I see something over my shoulder when I
look in the mirror, and it scares me. My house
is haunted. My brother always is looking at the spot
where I see the ghost, and he cries and clenches
onto me. And my dad and I see it all
the time. Now, I don't know, maybe I see I
was good until he started talking about the tiger. It's like,
all right, we just went right to Disney on this one.
I don't know. I guess. I guess they could look
like tigers if they wanted to. But I don't know.
That's that's a little weird, a little weird for me
just saying, ladies and gentlemen. I do actually have a
bit of a craig herea for my ghost stories, and
generally they don't look like look like tigers very much.
Take a trip down to Texas, shall we? All right?
I really have some strange friends, but being Texans, we
tell good stories. And my friend Laurie considers herself to
be a sensitive and I admit she's had some experiences
and has experienced some of the weirdest things during her life.
And I've been fortunate enough to have heard have heard
her tales. Man, I don't know. Yeah, my tongue was
gumming up on that. One. One of Laurie's friends was
getting married at a rather famous old mansion here in
fort Worth called thistle Hill House. This magnificent eleven thousand
foot square house is beautiful and was built for a
woman named Elektra Wagoner. I think I know of this
house and it was built by her father, A by
Wharton in nineteen oh three for a sum total get this,
forty six thousand dollars. At that time that was a fortune,
I guess. But wow, you can you can hardly buy
a moped. But for forty six thousand dollars now man
a fortune at the time, Well, there you go. But
he was a cattle baron and an excess was the game.
The story that is that ab built the house for
Electra so she would wait on getting married to take
care of her mother's motherless younger siblings until they were
old enough to leave the house on their own. Electra
took up old Dad on his offer and raised her
siblings in exchange of this house built to her specifications.
Don't worry, Electra did eventually get married and didn't die alone. Regardless,
this house is gorgeous in the perfect setting for a
grand wedding if you can afford it. Seriously, go to
Google and type Thistle Hill, Fort Worth, Texas and it
should pull up the house's website and you can see
the insanely beautiful rooms. It's very classy. Or was at
this house for a wedding, and they allow the brides
to use the upstairs bridle room to change and get
ready for their big moments. Laurie had helped her friend
get ready for the wedding and the bridal party moved
downstairs to prepare for the ceremony. The bride forgot her
veil in the upstairs dressing room and asked Lurie to
go back upstairs to retrieve it prior to the ceremony starting.
I believe that Laurie was the bride'smaid, and I'm very
sure because this was in the nineteen eighties and that
she was looking hot in a bright orange taffeta. I
don't know what taffeta means t A F F E ta.
She hosts a nightmare Bridesmaid's ball every year and tells
everyone invited to where their most horrid bridesmaid's outfits just
for funzies. Laurie went back upstairs and passed the parlor
room to the right of the bridle dressing room, and
a woman in nineteen hundreds period dress stepped out of
the parlor and dipped her head. Hello at Lourie and
continued down the hallway towards the staircase. Laurie just assumed
that the woman was a character actor hired by the
household to show authenticity. After Laurie's friend's beautiful wedding took
place and the reception was underway, Laurie saw the proprietor
of the building and she walked over and said that
she enjoyed the character actor dressed in period clothing, and
the proprietor looked really puzzled and said, they don't have
anyone like that working in the building, especially not during
a wedding. Laurie then told the proprietor what she had
seen when she went back up the stairs, and the
proprietor smiled and said, well, it might have been Electra.
Apparently Electra likes to greet guests at the house and
to attend weddings. Laurie thought that this was great fun
and continued to have a wonderful time at the wedding.
Well there he goes, I mean, this is nice. I
don't know. I wonder why Electra is hanging out at
the house instead of getting on with it, But maybe
she just loves the house. That much okay, So the
next story, Ladies and Gentlemen, is coming from Georgia. This
takes place in August twenty eighth, nineteen ninety eight, and
I had been back in Atlanta for a month and
had transferred from Maryland with my job and was thrilled
to be home with my family and friends. The previous
year had been a tough one. I lost a job,
and Rob and I had finally called it quits, and
I was still trying to sell a house in Maryland.
So Mom was nice enough to let me stay with
her for the time being. And it was the back
to school season at work, and I had been working
long and very late hours. My district manager had asked
if I would work the Alfaretta store, which is a
large volume store, and she felt I was experienced enough
to be able to handle the crowds. And from the
moment I started at this store, I felt like everything
was out of control. We didn't have enough employees, and
we didn't have enough have time during the day to
search for people, and we were desperately trying to keep
enough merchandise on the floor to satisfy the throngs of
students heading back to school. The general manager had also
transferred from Maryland, and she understood my anxiety and frustration
with this new store. The night of the incident, I
had the closing shift and she came to me and
asked if I had a plan to recover the store.
I told her that we would stay until we were
back in shape and ready for work tomorrow. And we
left at around twelve am and the store was in
fair condition. I walked out with Jamal and I thanked
him for all of his help, and then I got
in my car and drove home. The drive home was
really uneventful, but I had a feeling that I was
being followed, and when I turned on Sheridan, the feeling
was really strong. But I was almost home, so I
ignored the I ignored my better judgment. Sorry, another cough,
and I pulled into the driveway. Those feelings went away,
and all I could think was I need to sleep.
I opened the door of the car and got out
and was immediately confronted by a man dressed in all black,
pointing a gun at my face. I screamed, but then
I decided I didn't want Mom to wake up and
come out. I didn't want her to get hurt and
she might make things worse. So I became quiet, and
he told me to come with him. At first I
thought he wanted me, but then he told me that
we were going back to the store and that I
was going to open the safe for him. I was
calm knowing that all he really wanted was money, and
I was also calm by the fact that there was
another presence or entity with me helping me through this.
My Dad had passed away in nineteen ninety three, but
I knew that he was still there watching over Mom,
and he was angry that this was happening at his house,
and I could feel his anger, and at one point
he took a swing at the guy with the gun,
and then he stayed with me through the whole evening this.
The first man put me in the back seat of
an old Camaro or a firebird, and then he grabbed
my car keys and took off. I was worried that
he would go into the house and hurt Mom, and
I was also upset because I had an old church
key that belonged to Dad on that key ring, and
Dad sat next to me and held my hand at this,
and the second man told me we were going back
to the store and nothing would happen to me if
I was all really cooperative. I was worried about mom,
so I started talking to the driver and asked why
he took my keys, and he told me that they
needed to dump the car we were in and they
were going to take my car. And I asked if
they had plans to go into the house, and I
was assured that all they wanted was the car, and
I could feel he had assure me that everything would
be okay. We got to the store and the man
opened the door and grabbed my arm and told me
to come with him. He had a gun pointed at
my ribs, and he told me not to look at him.
I had lost a contact lens in the back seat
of the car, so I couldn't see much anyway. Dad
followed me and kept telling me to stay home and
this would be over soon. The man told me to
unlock the store and then he directed me to the
alarm panel. He wanted me not to do anything stupid
because he would use the gun if he needed to.
I turned the alarm off, and then he directed me
to the cash office and he told me to open
the safe, and he also wanted all the laptops in
our lockup area. He told me to unlock that room too,
and I did what he asked, and he handed me
a canvas bag and told me to open the safe
and put in all the money in the bag. I
opened the top of the safe and put all the
bills and some rolled up coins in the bag. And
what the robber didn't know was that most of the
cash was in the bottom of the safe and I
had no intention of opening it unless he demanded it.
He then took the bag and tied my hands and
feet together and told me to lay down on the
floor and that he would be back the minute he left.
I jumped up and hobbled to the door and slammed
the door close. He couldn't get in the cash office
without the key. I then was able to wiggle out
of the tape in my hands and set off the alarm.
Dad stayed with me the whole time. I called the police,
and I called my GM and DM to let them
know I was okay. And when I got home at
about four am that morning, I told Mom about Dad
being with me throughout the whole ordeal, and she wasn't
surprised nor did she think it was crazy or delusional?
She knows he watches her, and she feels his presence too.
She feels that he wants to make up in death
for what he was not able to give us in life.
For me, he has given me more in that one
night than I ever could ask. Thanks, Dad, I love you.
That's a cool story, you know, I mean, what a
wonderful thing. You know that these people who love us
and pass over may still be right there, just out
of sight, you know, shielding us. What a beautiful thought.
I think there's a lot of that going on. Ladies
and gentlemen, all right, this one's pretty short, So New
York is our destination on this story. Ladies and gentlemen,
all right. It's Christmas in nineteen ninety one in Buffalo,
New York. Family from all over different states are celebrating
the holiday at my parents' house, which I will mention
as the same house my mother grew up in. I
go upstairs and get my pajamas on, and something catches
the corner of my eye. I look in front of
the bathroom door and see a man. He only appears
from the chest up. He isn't solid, but isn't transparent either.
He's wearing a leather aviator jacket, glasses, and a wool
cap with the ear flaps pulled down. He's old, being
only eleven years old. I bolt down the stairs and
don't mention a thing, nor do I explain why I'm
going to sleep at eight pm. When my four year
old cousin was told to go to bed, she shared
my room during her visit. Flash forward to some time
over Christmas break that same year, and I'm looking at
old family photos with my brother and I come across
the photo of that same man I saw a week
earlier in my room. I ask Mom who he is
and she tells me he is my great grandfather. I
ask where he lives and she tells me that he
passed away a few days after I was born. I
don't know why he popped in, and now I feel
a bit bad for running away. Hey, I was eleven
years old, but it makes sense now all the family
is together in the old house. He had been there
and he was alive, and I suppose he was just
checking in on me. He was the first ghost I
ever saw, but not the last. So you see a
ghost and you're all freaked out and then you come
across the photo of that very same person and you
find out it's family, and then it's like, oh, that's
kind of cool. Now, before it was really creepy, but
oh that was grapa. Okay, I'm good with that. I
think that's nice. All right, Michigan, what's going on there?
Last month, my family and I went to Michigan to
see the Paulding Light. It's real. When my mom parked
our car to see to see, to see, to the
view of the light, that big, bright light seemed to
zip right down on the power lines. It was so cool. Okay,
that was a really poorly written sentence, but I got
through it. I took a camera photo of it and
recorded it on our video camera. And when the light
starts to race on the power lines toward us, literally
it chased us. Man, it scared the heck out of us. Now,
when it comes to when it comes to scare a
seventeen year old, seventeen year old, that's pretty hard. But
this spooked the devil out of me. In that same location, yep,
in that same location again. I didn't see anything this
time though, but that's where the ghost radar was saying
right over there huh, no words, though, you gotta say
something so we know what's going on. Who are you?
Why are you here? All right?
Speaker 1: So?
Speaker 2: Where was I chased? The scary light chased them? Now,
when it comes to scare a seventeen year old, that's
pretty hard. But this spooked the devil out of me.
And when I first saw it, I thought it was
an orb, But people say it's the ghost of a
little boy searching the tracks high and low for his sisters,
for his sister's head that was beheaded from the train
running over her, killing both of them. That's creepy. As
the light started to chase us, you could hear its
vibration and feel them. We ran to the car and
drove home, not looking back. But what is it? What
is it that makes the light truly stay there? Sometimes
when I see things like ghosts or orbs, they stay
here with unfinished business. I wish somehow that we could
make thing, that we could make that thing go away.
But why did it chase us? Why is it a
light and not a ghost of the boy instead? I
need help? Why? Why? Seriously?
Speaker 1: Though?
Speaker 2: It really did spook me, and it reminded me what
it reminded me of Casper the friendly Ghost, except it
wasn't friendly. Well I'm not sure what's going on here,
but I guess they they went to see some naturally
occurring light phenomenon and they actually saw it, and since
it came their direction there, their understanding of that was
that it was actually chasing them. But it just could
could be a residual thing that just follows that same
path and it has nothing to do with you. You
just happen to be there. I don't know, it's it's
it's anybody's guests. All right, Where are we going?
Speaker 4: Now?
Speaker 2: We're going to California. This one's pretty short. I had
went to Summerdale or Sunnyville rather, California to visit their
Toys r Us store. I'm a ghost hunter and I
went there with three of my cousins, Jess, Kayla, and Sierra.
We went inside the store to buy some stuff to
show the family and when we would go back to Utah.
And as I went through the doll aisle, a doll
came out of its package and landed on the floor
right beside me by itself, no joke. I was shaken
all over. I ran to see my cousins and told
them exactly what happened, and they just thought I was
goofing around, But they soon realized for themselves that it wasn't.
The store manager saw us group of girls and all
freaked out and clumped together, and the manager, the manager
said Johnson, these three girls, these girls were only here
to buy. Sorry about him. Johnson haunts this store ever
since they built a store over the land where his
homeland was. Some say he died by an axe in
his thigh, but who knows a ghost? Does he stay here? Yep?
Just a warning. Don't go through the playdo aisle. Enter
at your own risk. But you know, Johnson isn't the
only ghost here. There's a group of them with him,
And don't go upstairs where the camera room is. We
stood in front of the plate oh aisle, and I
took a picture with my camera. It was amazing, an
example of I'm not going to click an example. But Johnson,
the ghost wasn't leaning against the wall. Why do go
stay here with us? Well? To find that out, you'll
have to watch some of my old episodes because I'm
not going through that laundry list again. Not so soon anyway.
All right, there's one more story then, I'll get through
one more story tonight, ladies and gentlemen, then we'll call
it a night. Because the portal is waning. It's about
to close. We can't be trapped in it, all right.
So Texas is where we're off to now. And that
says I really believe in the paranormal. However, I've never
had a negative experience until just last night. I can't
recall ever feeling so scared and absolutely helpless. I'd been
up and down all night, and we just got a
new puppy that I had I have to get up
with approximately every two hours. After waking up. One time
I went back to sleep. The whole experience began as
if a dream. In the beginning of the dream, I
had gone outside to take the dog out. It was
totally different house surroundings, et cetera. And as I looked
to the left, I saw that I had apparently scared
someone off, as there was a lit cigarette sitting on
the corner of the house to my left, held by
I don't know what. It wasn't on the ground. It
appeared as if it was being held by a bracket
sort of thing. I started getting scared. At that time,
I went back inside. This is still the dream, and
I'm not sure what happened. Then this is where it
gets really scary. I was in bed. My husband was
beside me, sound asleep, he's a real hard sleeper, and
I was laying face down. Yet I could hear noises,
not loud, maybe like a shuffling going on around me,
and I remember feeling at first as if there was
one person, but shortly after I realized there were two.
I remember feeling like I had been drugged, and I
couldn't wake up, move or scream. It was so vivid.
I remember fighting to wake up, and I remember trying
to make some sound and eventually trying with all my
strength to scream, and I couldn't make any sound. There
were times that I was able to wake up, and
in one of these, I put my arm around my
husband's waist and I was still on my stomach. The
consciousness didn't last long at all. When it did come
after this, I was trying so hard to move my
arm or fingers to wake my husband up, but nothing
would move. And again I couldn't wake up or scream,
and I would occasionally hear things around me, and I
remember thinking that my husband and I had both been drugged,
like the scene in that movie What Lies Beneath, where
Harrison Ford has drugged Michelle Pfeiffer and puts her in
the bathtub and turns the water on. The only difference
was that she had her eyes open, and despite all
my effort, I couldn't open my eyes. I can remember
thinking that they had really drugged They had really drugged
my husband so he wouldn't realize what was going on,
and were leaving him alone. And I remember thinking to
myself that whenever I had encountered spirits in the past,
none had been aggressive. There were a few times I
was able to fight off the fatigue, and I was
eventually able to wake my husband up enough to tell
him to save me and that two ghosts were trying
to get me. Him being a non believer, that he
has told me that I needed to tell them to
go away. He didn't seem to realize that I was petrified.
I'd been fighting this for what seemed like forever, and
each time I was scared to go back into the
catactonic state, but couldn't fight it off. The one time
that I was successful in getting my husband's attention, he
got up and went to the bathroom, came back, and
we laid facing each other with our arms around each other,
and I remember feeling the energy behind my back and
repeatedly flinching like they were trying to take me away
from my husband. I guess they eventually left because I
was able to go to sleep feeling like it was safe.
That's interesting. So that's kind of a sleep paralysis thing.
And I know there's those people that think it's just
a clinical thing having to do with being the body
being stuck in that state of deep sleep, but the
mind not because apparently when we sleep, there's a certain
chemical released that paralyzes the body so that when you're
dreaming of like running, you don't actually get out of
bed and run because you know it could kill you.
So there's some people that believe that that is the
entirety of the whole sleep paralysis, this type of phenomena. However,
there are others, and myself included, not saying that that
other canton doesn't happen. I'm sure it does, but I
can't believe that every incident of this is just covered
by that. I've had experiences with sleep paralysis that took
place over God. It was a long, long period of time,
perhaps over the course of a year or two, where
I was constantly having to deal with this very thing,
and I had to learn how to fight out of it.
And it's horrible, it's just a horrible, helpless feeling. But
I did learn how to at least so far, it
hasn't come back, so I assume I got on top
of that one. But I had heard from another story
that we read not long ago, maybe a month or
two ago, maybe two months, three months, I can't remember
exactly when, but we were talking about this very thing,
and what was going on was this It was actually
the Old Hag. The person saw the old Hag, but
apparently their family had told them, if you ever see
the old Hag, grab onto another person, because they can't
make you, know, lock you into that state any longer,
because there's two energies involved, and so that contact with
another person confuses the energy, and the hag Raith whatever
that is, can't prey upon the person that's holding another person.
And this person saw the old Hag and reached over
and jumped into the brother's bed and held on and
didn't have the proalysis, and then it left and never
came back. I had never heard that before, but I
thought that was really interesting. But now in this story,
this person is saying they definitely held on to another
person and it didn't seem to matter. So I don't know.
I don't know what to make of that, I guess,
but very curious, very curious for sure. So, ladies and gentlemen,
that's going to wrap it up for tonight. I love
you all. Be good, be kind, be nice, take care
of each other, help each other out, find the magic,
and every day, remember to smile and laugh as much
as you're able.
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