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Thank you for making the show possible. Welcome to Paranormal Mysteries,
and thank you for joining me as we explore the unknown.
As always, I'm your host, Nick Ryan. Let's begin tonight's
journey with Cliff, who calls his experience the longest night
of my life. Continued. Cliff's experience involves suicide and may
be uncomfortable for some listeners. Hello, Nick, Thank you for
airing my previous story on episode four twenty one. I
won't tell that story all over again, but to better
understand the remainder of the story that I'm telling here,
I encouraged listeners to go back and listen to that
one that said I'll continue. This took some time to
figure out, but as I stated in the aforementioned episode,
my wife and I both experienced some terrifying things and
we had near fatal things happened to us before we
were able to move out. Fast forward six years, my mom,
who has visited me in that very apartment on numerous occasions,
bought a house and moved into it in the same
town as the apartment aforementioned. Then, some three years later,
after losing my job getting very sick with chronic mini
strokes and seizures, I had to move in with my
mom temporarily for financial reasons. It made the best sense
at the time. I needed a little help, and she
had gotten older and not well and was falling often
and needed to have someone around to keep an eye
on her as well as help out around the house. However,
during the next five years, everything just went to hell
in a bucket, literally to hell. You see, Nick, I
am a Christian and an ordained minister. Now, you don't
have to be an ordained minister to believe in God,
but I devoutly do that said, you can't believe in
God without also acknowledging that there is the devil, Satan,
and I think Satan was present here in this house
among myself, my wife, and my mom. I'll explain first.
My brother, who had also visited me on numerous occasions
at the aforementioned apartment, also bought a house on the
same street where my mom and subsequently my wife and
I lived. Sometime shortly after moving here, he slowly and
systematically became more and more angry and resentful towards me.
He accused me and my wife of terrible things and
was angry at me basically all the time. This eventually
got so bad we stopped speaking to each other altogether,
as the turmoil between us was leading to threats of
violence and that kind of thing. Simultaneously, my wife's cancer worse,
and as it was perpetuated by unemployment and the resulting
money related issues, which included loss of health insurance, I
experienced repetitive illnesses of one kind or another. There was
always something either reoccurring bloodstream infections, seizures, and other things
that I'd rather not get into. Here, my wife and
I fought constantly. We just couldn't get along. This is
atypical for us, as we normally get along very well
and we do everything together as best friends who enjoy
one another's company. Also, my mom changed in a very
big and bad way. You see, my mom and I
have always been very close. We talk every single night
after work by phone and over dinner once a week.
That kind of close. I am the oldest of three,
and truth be known, I always felt as though I
was her favorite. I was her golden boy. But not anymore.
She began to display the same anger, resentment, and just
terrible behavior toward me as my brother had. She said
terrible things to me, stayed angry at me all the time,
threatened to kick me out all the time, and accused
me of funky crap that I had supposedly done in
the past, which were never even remotely close to being true.
She hated me. It was terrible. Mine and her cats
would not even go around her. I've even seen all
four of them just camp out in my bedroom and
stay in there as if waiting for her to go
to bed as to avoid her. Meanwhile, I had sunk
into a terrible, long, deep and dark depression, the kind
of depression that there's just no evident end to hopelessness
and helplessness, with no answer and no hope. During this,
our beloved cat of eleven years, Manning, who meant the
world to us, passed away. Then my mom's cat died,
then my mom's dog. My sister, who had been somewhat
estranged at the time, came and stayed for a few days.
During her stay, she exhibited weird behavior like not making sense,
falling asleep, and I literally staying passed out on the
back porch in a chair for six hours. It was
just weird. Then a few short months later she died.
Nobody knows what happened to her, but she was found
lying on the ground outside of her home unresponsive. After
a week or so on life support, she passed away again.
There was no scientific explanation of what happened to her.
So about four months ago, there I was. My wife's dying.
I'm dying. My mom and my brother both hate me.
My sister is dead, my cat is dead. My mom's
dog and cat are both dead. And I have no
hope none. I gave up. So my plan was to
go to the shed behind the house called nine one
one so that my wife didn't see, put a gun
in my mouth and pulled the trigger. It was the
best route out, and I was not afraid. I actually
welcomed it. I could not go on. I was done.
It had to end then, though, So out of the blue,
an old friend texts me and gives me a job.
With the job came health insurance, meaning in big part,
a way to treat my wife's cancer, also a company vehicle,
and later a great deal on renting his house away
from here. It was a three hour drive away. All
this in turn meant away for me. To get away
from my mom. I hate to say it, but the
only answer with my mom's behavior was to just simply
get away from her. That's still kind of an ugly predicament,
it just is what it is. To better understand this
present home's proximity to the apartment from before, I'll explain
to get to that apartment involves a series of winding streets,
which created a little confusion of what direction you were
really going when driving to and from there. Then, in
the past year or so, the land adjacent to my
mom's current home was cleared to make way for a
big residential development project. When I was out walking one day,
I was taking a good close look at this big clearing,
and holy crap, there it was those apartments. I never
realized they were this close. They were literally less than
one thousand feet away, and I have been living literally
right on top of it for the past five years.
They just couldn't be seen until that land was cleared,
and I never fully understood the close proximity to those
apartments and to that house. So this is what I
think happened. I think that apartment, the one I mentioned
in the previous episode, the apartment I lived in fourteen
years ago had a demon in it. I think that
demon attached itself to me and my family. It convinced
my brother as well as my mom to both buy
a house and moved to less than one thousand feet
of that apartment. It made my brother and my mom
hate me. It killed my cat, my mom's cat and dog,
and it almost made me commit suicide. Today. Remember that
job I told you about and the friend that helped me. Well,
I'm moving now and I have a new feeling of
just being alive. The sky looks a little bluer, my
eyes seem a little clear, my wife's getting her cancer treated,
and my life has now finally changed. As I said earlier,
I am a firm believer in God and of the
devil as well. He has a lot of power and,
as they say, attacks you at the time of your
weakest and your most vulnerable state. Thank you for sharing
my story, and for those of you who don't believe this,
I understand because I wouldn't believe it either. Thanks again,
and much love and respect for what you do. Our
next experience comes to us from Ainslie, and their experience
is called Choked by a Shadow and Lost time Heinich.
I've been listening for just over a year, and I
enjoy listening while I work. I have already spoke out
on your podcast before on episode four eleven. As I
said before, I am very sensitive to the unknown. Though
I have never experienced something like this before, I greatly
appreciate the chance to get my story out there. And
now on to my story. As I mentioned in my
last story, I live on the side of a mountain
in a small town in Washington. On this hill we
have a graveyard that has a church schoolhouse that's been
abandoned for years. This event was only a couple of
months ago. On a Sunday in November this year, we
had a late winter, so the leaves were still different
shades of oranges and reds, so me and my friend
decided to hold a photoshoot all across the mountain. We
were driving around taking pictures when we decided to drive
up to the old church and schoolhouse. We took some
pictures by the schoolhouse and then on a bench near
the graves, though we decided to not go any further
because we thought that it might be rude. The rest
of the day went on as usual. I went to
work and left a little before seven thirty. Now, normally
it takes me about twenty to thirty minutes to get
from my work to my house, but tonight was different.
I had on my windows rolled up up, heat blasting,
and I was listening to my music. I was just
approaching the schoolhouse when I felt the start of a
constant cool breeze coming from my left shoulder. It was
like someone had opened up my back car door and
left it open. I glanced back to check if somehow
my back door had been opened, even going as far
to see if I could roll up the window, but
there was nothing. I looked back toward the road when
I felt my stomach drop and it kind of felt
like I could start dry heaving at any moment. Then
it felt like someone had taken their hand and was
pushing down on my neck. I had to actively think
about sitting up straight. It was like I couldn't hear anything,
and my movements felt slowed, like I was weighed down
by something. I started praying and called out to whatever
was there that they were not welcome anywhere near me
and that they were not allowed to touch me. Whatever
was there then let go, but it didn't leave. It
sat in my back seat and I could feel it
just sitting and watching me. I didn't want to look
in my mirror because I was scared that I might
make eye contact with her. I say her, because it
was definitely a female spirit. Her energy felt like a
mother's anger and disappointment, the kind that makes you want
to shrivel away out of shame. Now, theoretically this all
should have happened in the span of about five minutes,
but by the time I was pulling up to my
house it was already nine thirty. On any other evening,
this drive from the schoolhouse should have lasted ten minutes,
but for some reason, it was longer. I have absolutely
no idea how this happened, as I took the same
route and went the same speed, but somehow, without me noticing,
I drove for an hour with no indication that anything
was wrong, and I was fully awake. Thank you so
much if you share my story, and I appreciate you
letting people reach out and share their experiences with you,
as well as so many others. Before I continue, please
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stay tuned and I'll be right back. After these brief messages,
our next experience comes to us from Jamie, and Jamie's
experience is called Lost Time. He Nick, thank you so
much for your hard work on these podcasts and a safe,
judgment free space to share our stories. This is a
very short story, but after listening to your newer podcasts,
it's encouraging me to share. About twelve years ago, I
was working at my first full time job, and I
remember that work was busier than usual. That later, I
did my nightly routine of eating dinner, watching some TV,
and I then took a quick shower. I then went
to bed. Not too long afterwards, I remember letting out
an exhausted sigh, and what literally felt like a second later,
my alarm went off. It was time to go back
to work again. Could I possibly have lost an entire
seven or eight hours of sleep or was I just
that exhausted. I felt like I was jipped out of
a good night's sleep. Now, I am very religious and
not a believer of UFOs at all, but could a
spirit or an angel have been in my room and
I just not have known it? Thank you so very
much again, and keep up the great work. Sincerely, Jamie.
Our next experience comes to us from Amanda An. Amanda's
story is called Black Cloud. I recently found your podcast
and I'm hooked. I have always been a believer of
the paranormal, and I love hearing true stories. Growing up,
I lived in a slightly haunted house in southeast Wisconsin.
My mom and my older brother are believers, and my
father was skeptical until he had his own experience. My
parents went through a development group to build the house
that I grew up in. I have no idea what
was on the land before the house was built, but
I do know the town was mostly farm land at
one point. My brother and I were between the ages
of five and seven while the house was being built.
I don't remember too much of that time, but I
know that we were too young to help with much
so we played in the dirt a lot. We found
a lot of coal and nails, as well as old barnwood.
In the beginning of two thousand and two, a few
months after we moved in, my brother and I hated
sleeping in our rooms at night. My parents did not
want us sleeping in the living room every night, so
they let us sleep on the floor in our doorways.
To give you an idea of the layout of our house,
let me tell you it's a no open floor plan.
So you walk in the front door, and to the
right are the stairs to an unfinished basement and the
door to the garage. To the left is the living
room and the kitchen. My parents' room is to the
left off the living room, and to the right when
the kitchen starts. There is a short hallway where the
bathroom is, and at the end was our rooms. My
brothers was to the right and my doorway was on
the left, but at an angle where you could see
in from the kitchen. My brother's door and my door
were close enough that when we slept on the floor
we could reach one another. We never talked about why
we didn't want to sleep in our rooms, and we
still haven't. We just said that we never had our
own room before and we were scared of the change.
But for me, my room just felt dark and heavy.
Sleeping on the floor lasted a few months, that is,
until my parents said that it was enough and to
sleep in our beds once again. I truly did not
want to, but we rearranged my room so that my
bed was in a place where I could see into
the kitchen. I am a stomach sleeper and my head
is usually facing the right, so it was the perfect
place for me to see into the kitchen. We always
had night lights on around the house in case we
needed to get up for something. Throughout the years, we
experienced footsteps on the stairs constantly felt like we were
being watched. This was mostly downstairs, but everywhere in the house,
and the TV would turn on and off all on
its own. A few years later, I again got scared
of staying in my room. This is the embarrassing part
of my story. My dad was away a lot as
he was a truck driver. He was two thousand and
seven and I was twelve. I was sleeping in my
mom's bed with her when my dad was away. When
he was home, though, I tuffed it out in my room.
There was something in my room that always felt heavy,
and the hairs on the back of my neck always
stood up. The same thing would happen when I would
be in the living room and I would feel like
something was watching me. I hated being in my room,
even to get clothes. I would get my clothes and
then I would change in the bathroom. Well, staying with
my mom lasted about six months. I finally got the
nerve up to start staying in my room again, as
I was way too old to be sleeping with my mom.
I am forever grateful that she allowed me to and
she was always understanding about it. In the summer of
twenty and eleven, I saw what it was that scared me.
At this point, I am now comfortable enough to sleep
with my door closed. My room was re arranged since
my door was on an angle. There was just a
small rectangle space that you could not see from the
kitchen when the door was open. That small space had
my closet and just enough room for my comfy chair
that was always hidden when my door was open. At
this time, my bed was on the outside wall that
did not have a window, and it faced the comfy chair.
There was just enough walking space between the foot of
my bed and the chair, and when opening my door,
there was maybe two inches between my door and the bed.
My room was pretty small, if that gives you any idea.
I'm a pretty light sleeper and take forever to fall asleep.
As I was trying my best to fall asleep, I
was tossing and turning a bit. When I got irritated
that I couldn't fall asleep, I opened my eyes to
reach for my phone, when in the upper left corner
of my room, behind my door and above my chair,
there was a black, hovering cloud. I don't know how
else to describe it. It was not a shadow or
a figure. It was a cloud that hovered in place.
But it wasn't just a cloud. It also had what
I can only describe as octopus legs which were coming
out and moving in a way as it would have
been in water. I know it sounds made up, but
I assure you it's not. I know I was not
asleep yet and this really did happen. I was frozen
in place. I was shocked that something like this existed,
and I was scared that if I moved, it was
going to attack. I then got this overwhelming feeling that
my late grandfather, who passed a few years before, was
with me. I know it was him because he always
had cologne on, and I smelled it in my room
that night. In my head, I heard him say, don't worry,
I will not let this hurt you. Stay calm. I
then closed my eyes for about thirty seconds, but it
felt like forever. I reopened my eyes when I didn't
feel my grandfather with me anymore and I didn't smell
the cologne. I really didn't want to look, but I
knew that my mom was still up because I could
hear the living room TV, and I wanted to tell her.
There was also no way that I wouldn't see it
because my door was closed and my bed faced that wall. However,
I looked, and thankfully it was gone. I ran so
fast to my mom and told her what had happened,
and thankfully she believed me. I slept in the living
room on the couch that night. After that, I'd still
sleep with my door closed, but I always had my
TV on when I was sleeping. I slept like that
for four more years until I moved out. I only
told my mom and I haven't spoke of that experience
until now. I never saw the cloud thing again, and
I am very thankful I didn't. The only other unexplainable
thing that happened in that house was a few years
later when it was just me and my mom in
the house. She would go to bed quite early because
she worked an early morning shift. I didn't work the
next day, so I was up later than normal and
I was still awake in my room watching TV when
this happened. I heard a door slam really loud, and
my dog was barking. She never barks at night and
was always a very calm dog, except for this one night.
I got up to see what the matter was, and
by the time I got to the end of the hallway,
my mom was opening her door. Both me and my
mom looked at each other, like are you okay? And
she then asked me why I went into her room
and then slammed the door. I told her that it
wasn't me and that I was in my room when
I heard it too. We both could not explain what happened,
and she slept on the couch the rest of the night.
After my brother and I moved out, my dad was
the only one home. He thought that my brother came
home without telling him because he heard the footsteps on
the stairs. When he called for my brother and didn't
get an answer, he went downstairs to talk to him,
but no one was there. He now believes us about
all the things that happened in that house. My parents
ended up selling the house a few years ago, and
I wonder if the new owners experience anything paranormal. On
a side note, we did have furniture that belonged to
some family members that passed away. Maybe someone was attached
to something that we had. We no longer have those items,
and nothing paranormal has happened to any of us since
we moved. Thank you for reading my story. I truly
enjoy listening to what others have experienced. 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. With that being said,
I hope you all have a wonderful rest of your
evening and I'll be back in just a few short
days 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.