Speaker 1: Welcome to Midweek Mysteries, and thank you all for being here.
As always, I'm your host, Nick Ryan. Today's first Midweek
Mystery comes to us from Abigail. Abigail's story is called
My Haunted Life. Abigail says, Hi and Nick, I wanted
to write you about what's been happening in the house
I currently live in with my husband. Before we got married,
he worked the night shift two pm to two am,
and I was home alone a lot. One night, I
was making our bed around eleven PM and I felt
like someone was watching me. Our bedroom window faces out
the front of the house towards the street, which is
about twenty feet away. I quickly turned out the lights
and looked out the blinds to see what looked like
a woman standing in my yard. It was too dark
out to see any defining features, but she had long
hair to her waist that looked as if it was dreaded.
She looked as if she were staring right at me,
like she knew I was there staring at her too.
There was a light colored car parked on the road
waiting for her. I could see someone sitting in the
driver's seat staring straight ahead. I was frozen. As I
watched them, the headlights on the car started suddenly switching on,
and the woman sharply turned to look at the car.
I panicked, jumped to the floor and called my husband
for him to come home. Once I got off the phone,
which only took about three minutes, they were gone. Another time,
I was out with some friends and came home late.
My husband used to leave the keys to the gate
in the mailbox for me before I got a set
of my own. We have a privacy fence in the
back yard with an automatic gate that opens with a clicker.
I went to the mailbox to get the keys as
I usually do, and they weren't there. I drove her
on the back and the gate was wide open, along
with the back door to the house. I called my
husband to ask him if he came home for dinner
and left the gate open. He said no, and I
immediately hung up and called the police. The officer was
very polite and searched my house for me and found
nothing except our keys on the dining room table. Due
to this, we bought security cameras and put them all
up outside, and after that nothing else happened outside, but
at all moved inside. My husband and I were playing pool,
which is in our front room right by the front door.
We had just broken and we heard a knock at
the door. Our cameras alert our phones when it senses movement,
and there's one right above our front door. We didn't
receive any notification though, but we went to check the
door together. We both walked onto the porch and looked
around and we saw nothing. We were outside for about
a minute and went back in to find the pool
balls in a straight line down the center of the
table we had just broke, so when we left we
knew for a fact that the balls were all over
the table. On another night, we were playing Hide and
go Seek throughout the house. It's a pretty big home
with several rooms, so just playing the two of us
was one of our favorite things to do together. We
had played for hours until my husband wanted to watch
a movie. We sat for a while until I had
to use the restroom. I went to use the guest bathroom,
which is in a corner of the house with two
other rooms, his office and my son's room. I was
washing my hands in the sink, which is right in
front of the door. I heard feet running up to
the door. I even saw the shadow under the door.
I saw them run off to the right towards the
two two bedrooms. I called out to my husband that
I didn't know that we were playing anymore, or I
would have taken a flashlight. I opened the door and
it was dead quiet and dark. I went into my
son's room first and found no one. He had to
be in the office, so I looked there next. There's
hardly any furniture in there, so I expected to find
him there behind the door, and yet there was no one.
I walked back to the den to find my husband
sprawled on the couch. I asked him if he had
come to tease me while I was in the bathroom,
and he told me that he had been sitting there
the entire time. He's not one to mess around or lie,
so I knew that he wasn't the one that did it.
My last and most important one happened just a few
days ago. I was home alone as usual, doing some cleaning.
The plaster on the ceiling keeps tripping on to the stairs,
so I decided to sweep it all up. I was
on the landing at the top of the stairs and
saying some pretty derogatory things about the ghosts that were
giving me a hard time. It all seemed to escalate
when I said, I'm not scared of you. There are
three rooms upstairs and all the doors were closed, but
once I uttered the last syllable, all three doors started
to violently rattle at the same time. They shook and
shook and shook. I started to have a panic attack
and fell to the floor and screamed stop. They all
stopped at once, and I got up to run down
the stairs and find my phone. I was shoved hard
on the middle of my back and caught myself before
I tumbled down the stairs. I called my husband at once,
and he came home from work to comfort me. He
said that he's always felt something in the house, but
he's never experienced anything. He does have dreams, though, about
a little boy and a girl telling him to make
her go. I don't think they like me at all.
Thank you for taking the time to read this very
long composite of stories. I know it was a lot,
but I appreciate the space you give me to tell
others that actually believe me about what's happened. I have more,
along with some remote viewing stories as well. Be safe
out there, and God bless Abigail. Our next story of
the night comes from Susan. Susan's story is called time Slip.
Susan says heinik, I am binge listening the podcast and
loving every minute of it. My entire life has been
paranormal and I am only accepting the whole of it
now at fifty nine. In this lifetime, I am here
to help people who are awakening to their spirituality so
they can join all of us to bring the Earth
into the fifth dimension. It is no coincidence that all
these people are listening. They are all awake or awakening
to their spirituality. But this is for another story. This
is my time slip story. In early August, I was
in Walmart, Yes, a place to see weird things, but
I was not ready for this. I was walking down
the main aisle when this tall gentleman literally appeared five
or so feet in front of me. He was a tall,
good looking man dressed in a seventies leisure suit. He
was walking in a cross aisle, but was not interacting
with our time. Forgive me. This is difficult to explain.
From the moment he appeared, the atmosphere around me changed.
I saw him, I saw the Walmart shoppers, but they
seemed to be outside of him, in a box of
about five feet. It was like he was interjected into
our time, but not totally acting in his time. I
was in the year twenty twenty, he was in the
nineteen seventies. I watched him him, but he disappeared, and
twenty twenty Walmart filled in where he had been. The
atmosphere changed back, and my head was buzzing. I bought
whatever I needed to and went back to my car.
When I moved into this area, there was nothing on
this land before the Walmart was built. My friends that
grew up here had told me that there was a
restaurant an entertainment venue in the sixties and seventies that
had burned down. It was right where the Walmart was.
I've seen ghosts and shadow entities. This was entirely something different.
My friends say that the veil between worlds is very
thin as the Earth is transitioning to the fifth dimension.
Expect to see more of these things. Just know you
aren't crazy. These things do exist. Thanks Nick for your consideration.
Keep up the good work on the podcast. Susan our
last midweek mystery comes to us from Beck's. Beck's story
is called Coexistence. Beck says, good afternoon, I wanted to
share my story with you. My six year old son
and my flatmate, Nicole and her four year old daughter,
lived in a large, old home in Dunedin, New Zealand.
When I moved in, my landlord told me there was
a spirit living in the home, but that the presence
had never bothered her. I am no stranger to the
spirit world, so this did not FaZe me at all.
I took the house and we all settled into everyday life.
Strange things happened all the time. However, we were not
worried until the landlord told us she was putting up
the house on the market and we had to move.
While I was picking up the house, I moved an
old antique wardrobe that had been beside the door to
my bedroom. I hadn't taken much notice until this time.
That night, I felt an angry presence standing by my
bed and it felt militia. I turned the lamp on, However,
I was unable to sleep. It felt like the presence
wanted to hurt me. The following morning, my six year
old son said to me that he was scared of
his room and he wanted to sleep with me. I
called a friend of mine who was a light worker
and asked her to come by and tell me what
she thought. She arrived and walked into the lounge and
stopped short. She said there was an old crone glaring
at her from the far corner of the room, and
that it did not want her there. It was angry
and capable of harm. She asked me if there was
anywhere else I could stay until we moved, and proceeded
to tell me some history of the house and what
it was used for. She said there were records of
some kind hidden under the house, and the crone did
not want anyone to find them. She suggested we might
be comfortable staying with her, and said she felt unsafe
and needed to leave naturally. I decided to stay on
and finished getting the house ready for sale. Nikole arrived
home and I proceeded to fill her in on Tanya's visit.
Nikole couldn't let it go. She wanted to go under
the house and find the records and uncover the secrets
of the old villa. I didn't think it was a
good idea, and thought we should stop discussing it. That night,
I was trying to get my son into bed, and
I could hear Nicholl's daughter running through the house upstairs.
I called upstairs and asked her to get into bed,
as my son had school in the morning. She called back, becks,
I'm in bed. This went on for some time until
I became annoyed. I grabbed some lavender oil to sprinkle
on her pillow and hoped that she would sleep. As
I went upstairs, I heard her again running up the hallway.
I got to the top of the stairs and looked
into her room, and she was fast asleep. I went
and checked on my pregnant flatmate, who had been unwell
all day, and she was quietly watching television. We spoke briefly,
and I returned downstairs to check on my son. As
I reached the top step, I felt a sharp shove
between my shoulder blades and I fell down the stairs.
Nicholl came running from her part of the house to
see if I was okay. There was no one else
in the house besides the sleeping children. There was no
rational explanation for what had happened. I went to stand
and realized that I couldn't. Nicholl helped me to the couch,
and this is where I slept until morning. I took
myself to the hospital the following morning to find that
my toe was broken from the fall. Later that day,
I hobbled into the house in my moon boots and
crutches to find all Nicholl's belongings in the hallway. She
was incredibly upset. While I was away. There had been
some loud bangs coming from within the walls, and she
had decided it was time for her and her daughter
to leave. My son and I were left alone to
the mercy of this ugly spirit. I asked my friend
to come by and help me move my bed into
the lounge, and I used salt to seal my bedroom,
where the antique wardrobe still sat. I sealed all the
windows and doors with salt, and my son and I
settled in the lounge for the remaining two weeks before
we moved. That night, there was loud banging coming from
the now empty upstairs flat that Nicholl had vacated. There
was loud footsteps running from one end of the flat
to the other. My dog began to bark, and my
son refused to sleep. I barricaded us into the lounge
with the animals, and we lay awake all night, hoping
the nightmare would end. I dropped my son off at
school the following morning and made myself a cup of tea,
and I reached out to some wicked friends on Facebook
for help. I told them my story, and several of
them told me to get out and fast. I sat
in tears with my broken toe, all alone, wondering how
I would finish up cleaning the Efe house and handing
it back to the owner. I became angry and yelled
out into the empty house. I am not leaving yet.
We must learn to coexist. There is nowhere for us
to go. You stay upstairs and will stay down here.
Just leave us alone. Naturally, she didn't answer. The house
remained still and quiet, too quiet. I went out to
visit a friend and returned home around dinner time. The
house was quiet and calm. We ate dinner and took
the dog for a walk, and then settled down to sleep.
Sleep came peacefully and we had an undisturbed night. I
called Tanya the next day and explained what I had done,
and she said she would come and take a look.
She arrived and had a look around. She said that
a black weight had lifted, and apart from some residual energy,
the old Crone was gone for now. My son and
I had finished packing up the house and prepared for
our flight to another town. We handed the keys back
to the owner and Tanya arrived to take us to
the airport. We went back inside for one last quick
look around to make sure that we hadn't forgotten anything,
and we prepared to leave. Tanya stopped short and turned around.
She muttered, she's back, and she snarled at me. I
rushed out of the house so fast, called out, it's
all yours and shut the door. That was four years ago.
We live in another part of the country. Now she
has never appeared again. She does not haunt our dreams,
and our new home is filled with light and love
and warmth. Kindest regards, Becks. As we come to the
end of this edition of Midweek Mysteries, I'd like to
say thank you to all of you for tuning in
and supporting the podcast, and a special thank you goes
out to Abigail, Susan and Beck's for writing in and
sharing their experiences with all of us. If you've witnessed
something unexplainable and you'd like to have your stories shared
on the podcast, please contact me at Paranormal Mysteries Podcast
at gmail dot com. All of our contact information can
be found in the show notes. Until next time, I
hope you all the safe and healthy rest of the week,
and please remember, don't wait for the unknown to come
to you, get out there and find it. S