Spooky Listener Stories Part 2

Join us for part 2 of our creepy, spinetingling listener stories plus a few gentle, sweet ones thrown in just for Deb! Hope you all are having a great Halloween season!

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:00):
Hey, guys, we are so excited to share some of
the spooky stories listeners have sent in. Some of them
are thought provoking, mysterious and intriguing, and others are just bindingling.
But before we dive in, Deb and I wanted to
ask you to please take a minute to share our
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(00:22):
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I posted some fun videos and photos from Deb's book party.
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can find our e courses, meditations, crystal bracelets, and sign

(00:45):
copies of our books. All my orders come with a
fun fortune cookie and a free crystal chosen just for you. Okay,
so dim the lights and get ready to be spooky.

Speaker 2 (01:13):
Hello and welcome to Psychic Teachers Podcast. I'm your host,
StEB Bowen and I'm Samantha Fay. And here we are
with Part two of the Spooky Stories and Questions you've
sent in to us. Because you've sent so many of them.
It Samantha and I had to do two episodes to
get most of the men, and we're so grateful for

(01:34):
your stories. I'm a little freaked out, but we're okay. Okay, Samantha, I'm.

Speaker 1 (01:39):
A little freaked out too. But you know what I
really like about these stories is their authenticity. Yeah, you
can tell these are real stories. There's nothing over the
top or you know, I don't know about that. You
can tell that they're real.

Speaker 2 (01:53):
Oh, I can tell they're real. But I can tell
you that some of them are over the top for me. Yeah,
I know. Okay, I'm gonna start us off. This one's great.

Speaker 1 (02:04):
I have two spooky stories that involved sleeping away from home.
About ten years ago, I attended a company wide work
convention in another city. We were flown in and were
booked at a hotel to full capacity. I was booked
solo into a room with two beds. I had planned
on laying out my outfits on the bed closest to
the door and sleeping in the bed closest to the windows.

(02:27):
When I went into the room, I had an eerie
feeling about the bed closest to the windows, more so
the chair that sat under the windows. There was like
a dark pool of energy. So I took the bed
closest to the door and tried to stay away from
that side of the room. I set out my crystals,
said a prayer and thought that would be it, because

(02:47):
this always worked. The first night, nothing happened, but I
always felt like I was being watched by something. The
last night I was there, something terrifying happened. After a
day of meetings. I got back to the room, got
into my pajamas and under the covers. I intended to
fall straight asleep, but I could feel something moving in
the room, that dark pool of energy. In the half light,

(03:11):
I could see the dark outline of a head at
the foot of my bed. The energy felt masculine and
really heavy, like a dark vibing magnet. I was so
terrified and I was alone. Seconds later, I could feel
and see this outline moving into a slow crawl up
my blanket. I could feel the pressure of this form

(03:33):
while it moved upwards. I flipped onto my right side,
calling in everyone that I could think of. I asked God, Jesus, Archangel, Michael,
my ancestors, to help. As I flipped, I could see
gold sparkles in the half light. Then I was asleep.
Oh see, the prayers worked.

Speaker 2 (03:51):
They came.

Speaker 1 (03:53):
When I woke up in the morning, I heard this
sinister laughing. I only slept a few hours and eventually
got up and showered, and this energy watched me and laughed.
It was awful. I felt so rattled. We were supposed
to have one last meeting in the morning and then
return to our rooms to pack up and check out
after my shower. I said, no, flipping, way, am I

(04:15):
coming back and here again. I packed up and then
sat in the lobby until my colleague started trickling down
to the meeting. I told a few people about this
because it does frighten people. I even sensitive to spirit.
Since I was knee high to a grasshopper, I am
normally not spooted. My indoctrination into the Woo started young.
This energy was different. I hadn't encountered anything like this

(04:37):
before or since, Thank goodness. My second story occurred at
my mom's about fifteen years ago. The first time I
visited my mother after she moved out to the country
was quite eventful. I have two kids, and at the time.
They were very young. The first day, I could see
a man walking the length of the property. He was gauzy,

(04:58):
kind of translucent. He was waring a plaid shirt and glasses.
He walked right past me. I mentioned it to my
mom and she told me that it sounded like the
neighbor across the road who had passed away. He had
a daily walk and this was his path. That night,
we all sat around the fire pit on her property.
We told stories and made somores. Eventually I tucked the

(05:20):
kids into bed and went back to the fire. Soon
it was my time to retire, and I crawled into
my own bed. Within minutes, I could feel my blanket
being pulled off of me. It was accompanied by giggling.
I wasn't afraid. I was amused, but just wanted to sleep.
The energy felt light, yet earthly. It definitely felt like
a kid, so I just pulled the blanket back up.

(05:41):
Then it started to happen again, and also with more giggling.
This happened about three or four times. I finally held
the blanket firmly. I told the spirit that I wasn't upset,
but that I wanted to go to sleep. We could
talk tomorrow. Then it stopped. I went to sleep. The
next morning. When I woke up, I went to check
on kids, and then turned to go back into the

(06:01):
room i'd slept in. It was then I could see
in the corner of my eye a small boy sitting
on the sofa. He was sitting there with his hands
in his lap. He had a big smile. I could
feel his giggles. When my mom woke up, I asked
her who the little boy could be. She said the
property originally had a different house, but that it had
burned down. The house was built on top of the

(06:22):
previous and a small boy had died. I have many,
many more stories, but all spare deb.

Speaker 2 (06:29):
Oh thank you. Okay.

Speaker 1 (06:32):
First of all, this listener is way braver than me,
because a even if it was a cute little ghost
boy pulling the blankets off me in the middle of
the night, I would not be like, Haha, that's so funny,
please stop. I would be terrified. Secondly, if there was
something so sinister in my hotel room that it had
a dark magnetic energy, I'm sorry, I'd have to pull

(06:55):
out some dry shampoo spray and skip the shower. How
about you? Could you you shower that hotel room.

Speaker 2 (07:02):
Well, now I have to tell you, I'd have showered
in hotel rooms when I knew there was a ghost
in the room.

Speaker 1 (07:07):
What a creepy, menacing ghost, that's snow laughing.

Speaker 2 (07:11):
No, but I knew about the man who had been
the ghost in that room because there were photographs of
him after he died, so I knew that he was there,
and there was a ghost that we couldn't see until
after we took pictures. This was back in the days
of thirty five millimeter cameras and developing a film, and
there was an image of the ghost at the closet

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next to the bed I was sleeping in that I
couldn't see. We sort of since something was there, but
I couldn't see her until later when we developed the
film and she was on camera. But none of these
folks touched me. I messed with me in the bed
or climbed up. I mean, the little boy and the
giggling doesn't particularly freak me out so much, but that

(07:53):
thing crawling up on the bed towards me, and the
darkness of it, that would have flipped me out.

Speaker 1 (07:58):
Yeah, me too.

Speaker 2 (07:59):
I would have asked for a different room. Uh, huh.

Speaker 1 (08:02):
Yeah, but I do love that when she called on
all the people, the archangels and her ancestors, and of
course you know my favorite archangel, Michael. She saw the
gold sparks in the room.

Speaker 2 (08:12):
Oh. I absolutely think that was exactly the right thing
for her to do. Having once done a similar thing myself,
I get it.

Speaker 1 (08:18):
Yeah. And the way she just said out loud when
the little boy was playing with the blankets, you know,
please stop. We can talk tomorrow, but I need to sleep.
That's something you read about a lot, where if you
just talk to them and set some boundaries that they
normally listen.

Speaker 2 (08:33):
Right, and particularly a child like that. So yeah, I'm
so sorry to hear about the little boy's great story.
Thank you for sharing both of those, and thank you
for stopping with those. Okay, okay. Our next one says
when I was ten years old, I had just climbed
into my bed and laid down when a shadow of
a hand appeared on the wall directly in front of me.

(08:56):
It was just the hand, no wrist, no arm, and
the fingers were spread apart. It felt like an eternity
that it was there, but realistically it was probably a
few seconds. It vanished as quickly as it appeared. The
hallway light was on, which cast light into my bedroom,
but the angle of the wall would not support a
shadow to be seen from my bed. There was absolutely

(09:18):
no one around. My mom was in the bathtub and
my dad was downstairs watching TV. I was so terrified
by what I saw. It took me a minute to
run out of my room and pound on the bathroom door,
screaming to mom about what I had seen. Of course,
she told me it was just my imagination and go
back to bed. I know that it was not my imagination.

(09:38):
I never saw it again. This incident has stuck with
me for fifty three years. My question to you is
do you think what I saw could have been something evil?
Or could I have been tuning into something I had
no clue about. Your insight would be greatly appreciated. No,
I don't think it was evil. As I was reading this,

(09:59):
I didn't get the sense of something evil. I think
that there are all kinds of energies in the world
around us, and when we can conceptualize that connection to
the other side, or to UAPs or to whatever from

(10:19):
an energetic level, we need to keep in mind that
energies come up with lots of different ways to communicate
with us, And it almost felt to me like it
was some kind of benevolent or fun energy just saying
hello to you, like a hand all in the air,
all by itself, kind of waving at you against the

(10:41):
shadow of the wall. So no, I don't go there
with evil.

Speaker 1 (10:45):
No, it didn't feel evil to me either. It could
have been a loved one trying to figure out how
to manipulate their energy in our dimension to see hello.
Do you remember me telling you how, maybe five six
months after my mother in law died, my oldest Olivia
was five years old, and she was in the top bunk,

(11:07):
and she came running into my bedroom several times that
summer because she said she would see her nana's head
like through the ceiling as Olivia was like laying on
the top bunk looking up trying to fall asleep. And
she was very articulate for a little kindergartener, because I
remember her saying, if it was more than just her head,

(11:29):
I wouldn't be afraid. Please tell her to stop. And
so I think Maggie was trying to say hello and
check on the kids, and probably just didn't know how
to materialize all of her, or maybe didn't even know
she was materializing any part of her. Maybe she was
just trying to, you know, pop in and check on
her grandchildren, as our loved ones in heaven we'll do
from time to time.

Speaker 2 (11:49):
Absolutely, okay, all right.

Speaker 1 (11:51):
Our next one says I moved to a haunted house
in my preteens. It wasn't the type of house he
would expect to be haunted, just a two story suburban,
probably built in the eighties. Right around the time I moved,
I also started to develop as a medium and build
a strong connection to my spirit guides, so as you
can imagine, it was a lot to experience. At once,

(12:13):
I was excited to move. I had a big new
bedroom that had a window seat. I was allowed to
paint at any color I wanted. I chose hot pink.
But very quickly I started to feel unsettled living there.
The first few nights after I moved in, I felt
someone get into bed next to me. I actually had
to sleep on the opposite side of the bed for
it to stop crawling into bed with me. Every night.

(12:35):
For a while, it was just unease from the constant
feeling of someone staring at me. My bedroom, my closet,
and the stairwell seemed to be the most active spots,
but as I grew older, whoever it was seemed to
harass me. In particular, the doors to my bedroom and
bathroom would open and close. Things would often fall over,

(12:56):
lights would pop and burn out frequently, my radio would
start playing on its own. My dog would stare and
bark at nothing. One time, I was just sitting on
my bed writing in my journal and a red, puffy
scratch appeared on my thigh out of nowhere, like three
sharp fingernails had just scratched me. Oh that's not good.

(13:17):
But the most memorable experience I had was maybe four
years after we moved there. My dog and I were
sitting on the floor in the entrance of the TV room.
It was after school and we were completely alone. I
wasn't expecting my parents to come back home anytime soon,
when suddenly we both heard the heavy metal door in
the kitchen opened forcefully and slammed shut. It was so

(13:39):
loud it rattled the glass in the cupboards. My dog
stood up and I called out because I thought someone
had come home and maybe something was wrong. Before either
of us could even move to check it out. We
heard someone stomping towards us fast. It crossed the wood
floor through the kitchen and dining room. Then I saw,
horrified that onto the plush carpet, headed right towards us,

(14:01):
were indentations of footprints. The footprints went between us and
all the way into the TV room and into the
closet through its closed door, which butted up against the
back of my closet. My dog and I just looked
at each other, both of us stunned. I didn't want
to go to my bedroom, so I went to check
the kitchen. The door to the garage was locked and closed.

(14:24):
I opened it and our garage was empty. The door
was down, the lights were off. No one had come
home at all. At that point, I went to my
bedroom and loudly yelled. I asked it to just leave
me alone. After four years being harassed by whoever or
whatever it was, I didn't care if it stayed in
that house forever, just that it leave me alone once

(14:46):
and for all. For the most part, my last year
living in that house was quiet. I still felt that energy,
mostly on the stairs or doorways, like it stayed outside
and looked in at me, but it seemed to listen
to me. After my parents moved a few years later,
we found out that friends of my aunt had bought
the place within a few months of living there. They
asked my aunt if she knew if the house was haunted.

(15:09):
She told them I always had.

Speaker 2 (15:10):
Said it was.

Speaker 1 (15:12):
Oh wow.

Speaker 2 (15:13):
Okay.

Speaker 1 (15:13):
This brings up a lot of different questions and points
for me. For one, you know how I've always said
dev I really do believe that people who come into
this world naturally open to intuition and mediumship. I do
believe that there could be a light side and a
dark side, and that the dark side tries to scare

(15:34):
those awakened people from opening up fully into their gifts.
And I think that's why a lot of mediums will
have scary experiences like that when they're little. The other
point I want to make, how many times have we
said some houses aren't haunted, but people are haunted, Like
people are attracting this because of their openness, because of

(15:57):
their bright light. I think we did a sh showing
that years ago how you could travel from house to
house to house and have these paranormal experiences simply because
you are able to see and hear and feel them,
whereas other people who might be more skeptical or shut
down or more left brain can't even register that they're happening.
What do you think.

Speaker 2 (16:18):
I think that's true. We're almost like a tuning fork
the folks who are much more connected to and aware
of these kinds of experiences, and that in det it's about,
is it so much necessary that people are haunted? Is
that they are in tune to hauntings?

Speaker 1 (16:37):
Yes, that's the better way of saying it.

Speaker 2 (16:39):
Thank you, Okay, Yeah, that's what I think.

Speaker 1 (16:42):
Yeah, that's what I was trying to say. But the
three scratches appearing on her sigh, that is a sign
of the negative stuff. Yeah, it is the other sign
of the negative stuff. I'm not using the word at
a respect for you.

Speaker 2 (16:57):
Thank you.

Speaker 1 (16:58):
The other side of the negative stuff is that they
will use the haunting to target one person in the
family to isolate them, and.

Speaker 2 (17:06):
It is often a young girl, yep. And I mean
we know that from literature and movies and so forth
and so on. But it's also because, particularly pre adolescence
and early adolescence, there's such a vulnerability to the openness
of the world. We can see in the world that
we cannot see, particularly with young girls.

Speaker 1 (17:27):
Yeah, that's what I please. But how brave of her
to just say.

Speaker 2 (17:32):
No, leave me alone, good, leave me alone.

Speaker 1 (17:36):
My favorite scene in this whole story is her and
the dog just looking at each other, like, what do
we do?

Speaker 2 (17:42):
No, Merlin and I had that experience many times. I
can see the expression in his eyes, even all these
years later. It's like, what the hell is that?

Speaker 1 (17:54):
If I saw footprints in a carpet and no person
coming towards me. I don't know if I would have
had the bravery at that young age to even open
the kitchen door and look in the garage. I think
I just would have run out the front door with
my dog and just sat outside.

Speaker 2 (18:10):
I would have hoped the dog would have done something.

Speaker 1 (18:12):
I know.

Speaker 2 (18:15):
I know. All right, let's move on. Oh my, Okay.
The next one says I just wanted to say, as
an ex ghost hunter with Selena Paranormal Investigation Research Team
or Spirit, which has since been disbanded, and as a
current hospice nurse, I have seen, heard, and felt several

(18:35):
things which our common sense mind cannot always embrace. Most
of what I know, however, has come not from Hollywood's
version of death, but from my own patients that have
entrusted me to help keep them comfortable during their transition.
The most significant thing that everyone seems to have in
common is the presence of some entity that comes around

(18:56):
when close to death. This is always a being that
only the patient can see, and they all describe it
the same as a person sitting at the end of
the bed, or in the corner or in the rafters
are close to the ceiling. I've always asked people if
they were scared, and they have always said no, even
if they have been scared only moments before. When I

(19:19):
ask what colored person is, they have always said that
they are every color, iridescent and see through. I ask
if they are being told anything, and the patients usually
say not really, I just know everything is going to
be okay now. It doesn't matter what religion they happen
to be Pagan, Catholic, Hindu, Jewish, are a non believer

(19:42):
of any kind of spirituality, Every person visions the same thing.
I hope this helps put some people's fears at ease.
Thank you so so much for this email. That has
been my experience as I have sat with the dying
and I'm not a hospice nurse in any way. I'm

(20:03):
sure that this person could tell us many, many particular stories,
but I would agree that there is a comfort. There
is not an a loneness for most folks that I
know of in those last moments, that somebody comes to
take them home, as we say, and I love that

(20:27):
there is that connection. He'll tell you a story about that.
I have a cousin who had early on set Alzheimer's
in her fifties, and she just went downhill pretty fast.
But soon after my father had died, she was also dying,

(20:49):
and my sister and I went to visit her and
her husband while she was in hospice care. And she
had been in the past two years of her life
in a fetal position nonverble. It was just a really
very sad situation. And so we said goodbye to her
and to her husband and said, you know, let us
know what we can do and when the funeral will

(21:11):
be basically, and we left and her husband called me
the next day to say that she had passed away.
But here's what she had done. She had unwound herself
from that fetal position, stretched out on the bed, raised
her arms and called my father's name, and I believe

(21:32):
with all my heart that my father came to help
her crossover.

Speaker 1 (21:37):
Oh, one hundred percent. I love that. I love that story,
deb And I love that this hospice nurse worked on
a paranormal investigative team because she was encountering beings who
were maybe transitioning or having an issue with transitioning. And
what better person with her compassion and empathy to be
able to help them?

Speaker 2 (21:57):
Absolutely wonderful.

Speaker 1 (21:59):
I'd love to put out a call to listeners who
work as a nurse or a doctor and have had
experiences with patients passing on that they'd like to send
to us. Wouldn't that be a great show.

Speaker 2 (22:09):
There would be an interesting show.

Speaker 1 (22:10):
There's a woman on TikTok. I can't remember her name.
It's hospice nurse. Maybe it's Penny, hospice nurse. Anyway, all
she does is share stories like that, and it's just
a beautiful thing, just a wonderful reminder that we are
never alone. Okay. Our next one says, several friends and
I were camping and driving around. Oh this is from
our dear friend Drew, who's been a long time listener.

Speaker 2 (22:32):
Oh yay, Hi drew.

Speaker 1 (22:34):
Several friends and I. He says, we're camping and driving
around Iceland, and we decided to spring for a hostel
in the northwest of the country, near a ford. Only
two rooms were available, and there were three of us.
We drew straws and I got the room by myself.
Score of course, not really. There were other people staying
in this old farmhouse that had been turned into a hostel,

(22:54):
but they had gone to sleep. Excited to have a
room to myself and hopefully for a full night's rest,
I got into bed and turned the light off. I
kept hearing what sounded like an elderly man talking in Icelandic.
I could not understand the language, of course. Then I
heard him laugh a little and say gussonat which I
knew meant good night. Not putting it all together, I

(23:15):
managed to fall asleep, but I woke up several hours
later to a knock on my door. I thought it
was one of my friends in the other room. I
opened it, no one was there. I got back into bed,
still not putting it all together, and fell asleep for
another hour. When I awoke to loud knocking again on
my wooden room door. I got up freaked out, and

(23:35):
again no one was there. However, I was hearing footsteps
creaking on the old wooden flooring outside my room. To
my surprise, I watched the footsteps in real time in
the indentation, each footstep made on the aging wooden floor,
as if somewhat invisible were walking on it. I shut
the door and crept into bed, where I continued to

(23:57):
hear this older man speak in Icelandic and the footsteps
outside my door did not stop. How the hell I
managed to fall asleep again is beyond me, but I
did only briefly, because an hour before sun's rise, I
woke up to the loudest banging of my room door
I had ever heard. It looked like the hinges of
the door were going to come off. I slowly walked

(24:19):
to the door, opened it, and again no one was there.
I grabbed my pillow, ran like a scared five year
old to where my two friends were staying, and knocked
on their door. They opened it groggily, staring at me,
and I said, Hey, there's a ghost in my room.
Can I please sleep on your floor? They looked at
each other and nodded, then said, we've been hearing freaky
stuff all night. I slept on their floor, woke up

(24:41):
an hour or two later and had a fever and
sore throat. We made our way out of the hostel
and handed our keys to the owner. I really wanted
to say something, but then stopped and looked at a
picture of an elderly man near the front door. Who
is that, I asked the hostel's owner. She said, Oh,
that was my father. He lived on this farm all
his life and recently passed. Yep, that tracks, I said.

(25:05):
She looked at me a little puzzled. We got in
the car and got the hell out of there. I
think the story speaks for itself, and the fact that
we are at a high altitude I think affects experiences
like this, and I've heard makes it easier for spirits
to come through. Why did I wake up sick? Though
I was sick the rest of the trip, and to
be honest, watching a door almost break off the hinges

(25:26):
like that scared me to death. But the fact that
the whole experience affected my immune system that affected me more.
In retrospect. Well, I'll tell you what I think. I've
always said. I think that ghost can only have the
energy to do what they do, like banging on doors
and making us hear their loud footprints by using our energy, right,

(25:49):
because they don't have any other source of energy. When
you're alive, you get your energy from food and water
and sleep, and when you're deceased and crossed over, you
get your energy from the light. But when you're in
between those two worlds, where are you going to get
your energy? You're going to take it from the living.
And so I think unwittingly, this man who was still

(26:12):
guarding over and watching his home, was using your energy.
And because you were tired and you've been traveling and
you hadn't slept, that lack of energy manifested as a
sore throat.

Speaker 2 (26:24):
And also just when we're stressed, we're much more susceptible
to be sick and have a cold or whatever. So
I also think there was probably a big, just basic
human stress factor included in this situation.

Speaker 1 (26:39):
Yeah, I agree, great story.

Speaker 2 (26:42):
Yeah, well scary, Okay, all right. Our next one says
I was in Savannah, Georgia for a friend's bachelorette party
in October. It wasn't quite Halloween, but we leaned all
the way into the theme for the Bride Ghosts Tour
ooh in Savannah. Oh well, okay. That first evening after dinner,

(27:02):
we gathered and swapped ghost stories before heading out. Between
everyone's tail and the tours itself, I was a little
on edge back at the house. The story continued, along
with oh Dear, some Ouiji board play, and the person
news is playing quotes. After a while, I decided to
head up to bed because I was feeling a little spooped.

(27:26):
My friend was already asleep, so I slipped under the
covers and tried to settle in. After such an eventful night,
I drifted off, but soon entered a familiar and unsettling
state sleep paralysis. In that half awake, half asleep, hays,
I saw a small boy no more than two years old,
sitting at the foot of my bed, his back to me.

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That was it for me. I startled awake and grabbed
for my friend. When she asked what had happened, all
I could say was nothing and went back to sleep,
knowing I had scared the crap out of the Next morning,
I shared what I had seen and we laughed it off,
joking that I must have brought a ghost back with
me from the tour. The weekend wrapped up, and when

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I got home, I realized I was late on my period.
A pregnancy test later that week confirmed it. I was
expecting my partner and I had just started trying, so
it was a nice surprise. Now three years later, my
oldest is running around, and the more he's grown, the
more I feel like the little boy I saw that

(28:31):
night was him making his first appearance. I'd like to
think I was open enough in that moment for him
to pop in and say hello, even before I knew
I was pregnant. Oh, this is a lovely story and
not at all where I thought this story was gonna
go With Savannah.

Speaker 1 (28:48):
I could feel the relief in your voice.

Speaker 2 (28:51):
Oh yeah, well, I love this story. Oh thank you.
What a great experience, and I would absolutely agree with
you did this was your child saying hello, I'm on
the way.

Speaker 1 (29:03):
Oh that's beautiful. It really is a happy weeja story.

Speaker 2 (29:08):
Surprise, that's a rarity.

Speaker 1 (29:10):
Oh, congratulations too. I love that.

Speaker 2 (29:13):
You know.

Speaker 1 (29:13):
Michael and I went to Savannah last year to celebrate
his birthday and we didn't do a ghost tour. I
can't remember why, because I always do a ghost tour
when I'm traveling, but we did do a couple of
the house tours that all had ghost stories in them.
And I went to a bookstore and I picked up
A Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil because
I hadn't read it since it came out and became

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the big movie.

Speaker 2 (29:36):
I read it often.

Speaker 1 (29:37):
That's what I was going to say. That is a
book that everyone should reread if he read it years
and years and years ago. It was so good.

Speaker 2 (29:44):
I've read it several times a year. In love book,
the characters and his writing. Yeah, oh, his writing is
just for you. Okay.

Speaker 1 (29:55):
Our next one says, this story goes back to nineteen
eighty five. My husband and started his first job as
a lawyer in the d C metro area. He was
asked by one of his senior law partners if he
would like to house sit for him while he and
his family were on vacation. Their home was about an
hour outside the city in a small town in West Virginia.
It was an old kit house built in nineteen twelve

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or so, one that had been sold through the Seer's
catalog Sadly, the partner and his wife had just lost
their third son at three months old due to some
sort of virus. A few months earlier. I had also
given birth to a baby boy. Around the same time,
we said yes, we would love to house it. They
had a pool and a big home, and we were
living in a tiny apartment with our five month old baby.

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It wasn't long before several unusual things started happening at
the house. We were supposed to house it for two weeks,
and a few days into this day we heard creaking
on the stairs going up to the attic. This happened
at night when we went to bed. The door to
the attic stairs was just across the hall from the
room where we slept. It sounded like someone was going

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up creak, and then down creak, the same two stairs.
This went on for several days. Then we heard knocking
coming from the attic above us. Again. This was as
we were going to bed. It was definitely inside the house,
and it was as though whatever was doing the knocking
was thumping around the perimeter of our bed, just one

(31:23):
floor up. It was very methodical and traced the outline
of the bed as if the bed were actually up
in the attic. This also went on for a few days.
I checked the next day to see if there were
any tree branches beating against the house, but there were
no trees that touched the roof. Our son slept in
the nursery where the deceased baby was supposed to sleep.

(31:45):
That worked out great. There was a crib and a
changing table already in there. One afternoon, I was out
by the pool and I heard a baby crying. I
said to my husband did you hear that? And my
husband had heard the same sound. We both to check
on our son, only to find him sound asleep in
the crib. Since we both had heard the cry, we

(32:06):
could only think that maybe it was the baby who
had just passed away. It was very creepy. That did
it for me. I decided to take our son and
return to the city. My husband stayed on for the
final week and fulfilled his promise to house it. After
all of this was over, my husband divulged that the
law partner had told him that one day after he
and his family returned home one evening, the entire kitchen

(32:29):
had been slimed with ectoplasm. They knew the house was haunted,
and so did my husband. He had kept it from
me because he thought I would not want to join
him in house, sitting on the whole. It was a
very unsettling experience. Oh, there's a lot that's unsettling about that.

Speaker 2 (32:47):
You know, Samantha, It has been years since I have
heard anybody mention anything about ectoplasm.

Speaker 1 (32:56):
Yeah, that's very true. That's a weird That is a weirdness.
Please say that often houses can be haunted and then
lie dormant, depending on who's living there or if it
sits empty, but that certain things can't awaken it, like grief,

(33:16):
And I wonder if that's what was happening in this situation,
because grief is such a potent energy that the ghosts
can feed off of.

Speaker 2 (33:24):
I don't know. I don't know either, but I can
see why this would be very unsettling, and particularly to
know that someone else knew about this and what you
didn't know.

Speaker 1 (33:36):
Oh God, Yeah, I would be so mad at my
partner if they had not told me that, wouldn't you. Yeah,
I'm glad you took her baby and got out of there.

Speaker 2 (33:46):
Okay. Our next one says this is from when I
was growing up in Oxnard, California, around nineteen eighty nine.
I was about seven. We grew up on an Air
Force Base where there was a very old mansion that
is called Bard's Mansion. It was used for formal occasions
like officers dances. We used to ride our bikes around

(34:08):
it and cut through the parking lot. I was doing
this when my shoelace got caught in the wheel. I
was bending down fixing my shoe when I got this
super creepy feeling that someone was watching me. I looked
up at the third story window and there was a
little girl who was peering out the curtain at me.
She looked pale and had braids. We held a glance

(34:30):
for a second, then she pulled the curtain shut and
I went on my way. Later that year, our elementary
school took us to tour the museum, and I was
so excited to see inside. It had a beautiful staircase
that curved around each side. We walked up to the
second story and I noticed that the staircase on one side

(34:50):
was roped off. Someone asked why, and the tour guide
said that the third story had been closed for a
long time because a little girl had fallen on the
stairs and died. The guide said a lot of the
family believed she was pushed down on purpose by an
angry maid to get back at the family. I got
goosebumps and a children down my spine. It had to

(35:13):
be the same ghostly girl i'd seen Happy Spooky season.
Well gee, thanks for that. Yeah, Happy Spookies Eason, do
you too? And how terrifying. But I cannot imagine well
as a child. You said you were about seven when
this happened. Wow, was that scary.

Speaker 1 (35:34):
That's the one thing about the paranormal that bothers me
are ghost children. I'd prefer to think that all sightings
of ghost children are stone tape theory, that it's just
an image that's implanted there, that it's not actually a
ghost child.

Speaker 2 (35:48):
I would too. And back in the eighties when Anne
Rice's Vampire with the Stock series came out, I was
doing just fine, reading along about vampires and you know
how cute le Stott was and all that stuff, And
then I got to Claudia, the child vampire girl. Oh yeah,
I had to stop.

Speaker 1 (36:07):
Yeah, very very scary. You know they just redid that
as a whole series.

Speaker 2 (36:11):
No, and I probably will not see it.

Speaker 1 (36:14):
It's really good. And season two just came up.

Speaker 2 (36:16):
I can't do it. I can't do it right out, okay.

Speaker 1 (36:20):
Our Dangswood says. When I was younger, I lived in
an old Victorian house. This house was split up into
three apartments. I lived in the third apartment on the
top floor. I had lived in this house with my grandmother, aunt,
and uncle. They had lived in this house for years,
and my mom even grew up there as well. My
mom always talked about strange things happening in the house
when she was young. So this one night, when I

(36:43):
was around nine years old, I had fallen asleep in
the living room on a little day bed. When I
woke up, it was probably around midnight. The bed was
facing the doorway to the kitchen, and you could also
see the doorway to the hallway from where I was laying.
It was completely dark and no one else was awake.
As I opened my eyes, I began to feel on edge.
I'm not sure where this feeling was coming from, but

(37:06):
I was scared. And this wasn't the first time I'd
felt this way, but the first time it appeared to
me so clearly. I was fully awake, now laying in
my bed and looking directly at the doorway. There's a
figure standing there, pale and slightly tinged green, a strange
toothy smile, and eyes that I can still vividly picture today.

(37:26):
I didn't know what to do. It didn't move, it
just kept staring at me intensely. I put the blanket
over my head and kept saying to myself, it's not real,
it's not real. I didn't sleep another wink until morning,
and never dared look outside the blanket until I could
see it was light again in the room. Ever since
that day, I see this thing everywhere. I try my

(37:49):
best not to think about it, but it's hunting, always there,
always following me. This continued until I was about twenty five.
At this point, my then husband took a class with
the local lady who teaches mediumship. He told her about
my story and she suggested I come over someday for
her to try to help. So I went. When I

(38:09):
started telling her about my situation and mention what street
I lived on, her face changed immediately before I can
even tell her the address. She tells it to me.
She had been to my house before. She said she
was called there by someone that lived in an apartment too.
They wanted to try to cleanse their space as they
had multiple spooky occurrences. When she arrived, she had a

(38:32):
hell of a time with their space, but was able
to help out. She suggested they reach out to the
other tenants in the apartment so she could also help them.
They never did. It was so affirming to know I
wasn't going crazy. A few days later, I went back
to her house and we did a ritual that helped
remove the attached spirit. Part of the ritual included a
lantern filled with light. I'll tell you I've never seen

(38:55):
a calm, bright flame turn black like that ever in
my life. The experience left me feeling lighter than I
ever had before, and I no longer felt that someone
was always watching me. I've had many experiences throughout my life,
but I feel that this was the catalyst to everything.
My aunt never believed me. But in between when it

(39:15):
happened and while I still lived there, we were both
sitting at the kitchen table one day when she turned pale.
She looked at me bewildered, and I laughed and said, Oh,
you finally saw it, didn't you. She believed me after
that day. Oh there's a lot to unpack there. I mean,
do you think that's a ghost or something darker. That

(39:38):
sounds something darker to me.

Speaker 2 (39:40):
I don't know. When I think about the various entities
that are quote out there, there's no talent. What all's
out there? And why is it again somebody or something
that was attached to the property rather than to her.
I don't know. But whatever it was, I'm glad that
she got some help for it. And I hope she

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doesn't live there anymore.

Speaker 1 (40:01):
No, it sounds like she's moved on and that thing
has gotten away from her. And thankfully she found the
right woman who could help her do that. And I'm
glad she got the validation that her aunt finally saw
it too.

Speaker 2 (40:12):
Yeah, me too, cool, that's scary, it was, Okay, let
me do the next one. In the early nineteen eighties,
when I was about twelve or thirteen, I had my
best friend come spend the night at my house while
we were on summer vacation. We got bored just after
midnight and decided to take a walk around the neighborhood.
We went about three blocks to our old elementary school

(40:35):
and started to play on the equipment on the playground,
goofing off and talking and laughing. After about twenty minutes,
we saw a white car come into the parking lot,
so we ran and immediately hid behind one of the buildings.
It parked in the parking lot, about twenty yards away
from us. The thing most notable about it was that
it wasn't making any sound. It was also translucent. We

(41:00):
peeked out from behind the building and there was a
man getting out of the car. He was also all
white and translucent. He looked right at us and started
walking towards us in a very purposeful manner. Seeing this
was terrifying. We hit again and looked at each other
in astonished silence. When we looked again, he had cleared

(41:21):
half the distance between us in seconds, still staring right
at us and walking with focused purpose towards us. We
ran up the path on the hill and did not
stop until we could no longer see the school. We
finally looked back to see if this specter had followed us.
We were so relieved to see it had not. We

(41:42):
were so freaked out about that that we just went
back to my house and never spoke about it again.
The first thought that comes to mind is that this
probably was an imprint haunting, that this was somebody who
was probably in some way connected to the school, maybe
somebody who had taught there. Perhaps. I don't know that

(42:03):
I've ever seen a translucent car.

Speaker 1 (42:08):
No, I had never heard of that either.

Speaker 2 (42:11):
Stephen King wrote about a car, right, a scary car, Christine, Yeah,
oh okay, but I don't get that feeling that's what
this car was about. I think that they may have
seen some kind of an imprint Hawny.

Speaker 1 (42:23):
Well, you know, there's actually a very good horror movie
called The Black Phone with Ethan Hawk, and that's what
this reminds me of. I don't want to give anything away,
but the sequel is coming out, I believe later this month,
and let's just say it reminds me of this story.

Speaker 2 (42:40):
Okay, great, thank you, You're.

Speaker 1 (42:42):
Welcome go see it. I'll meet you at the movie theater.
I'll buy you a ticket.

Speaker 2 (42:45):
You know I'm not going to do that, right, You
know that, right.

Speaker 1 (42:50):
But the cool thing about the Black Phat is it
is a creeper who you know, creeps on children in
parks and has the van and all of that. But
the boy who figures it all out is this psychic one.
Well that's good, and so he gets help from the
ghost of the victims and it's really good er. Eric,
Our next one says, this spooky story takes place in England.
My husband and I lived in a small town in

(43:12):
a home that was built just over a decade ago.
When we moved into the home, everything seemed normal. Any
odd noises were quickly dismissed. After all, the house was
new to us, so we assumed these were just house
noises we would eventually become accustomed to. The house was
also empty for the first few weeks while we waited
for our furniture. We only had our suitcases and an

(43:34):
air mattress for quite a while, so we took into
account that the noises seemed louder because of the acoustics.
Once our furniture finally arrived and we really settled in,
things changed. We had a cat and dog at this time,
and they were quick to alert us of any odd
activity that we were trying our best to dismiss. As
the weeks went on, the corner light in our living

(43:56):
room suddenly had a mind of its own. It would
flicker as if it was trying to get our attention.
We changed the bulb and had the wiring checked, but
the light continued to flicker At random. Sometimes it even
turned off for a few seconds, then back on. I
would occasionally see a fog or haze in this corner.
At first I thought I just needed to rub my eyes.

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My dog would growl at this area, and our cat
would get on his hind legs to bat at the air,
as if someone were dangling a string in front of him.
I said out loud, I don't care who you are,
but you must leave my pets alone. Do not mess
with them. Things briefly calmed down. A few days later.
I used a firm voice with my dog after he

(44:39):
jumped on me with muddy paws, then shook water and
mud all over the place. Within seconds of me scolding
my dog, the electronics in the kitchen went haywire. Our
roomba vacuum turned itself on and knocked over a broom
leaning against the wall. Then it found its way back
to the charging dock. It was almost as if someone

(44:59):
would reminding me, hey, we must be nice to the animals,
as I had clearly stated a few days prior. I
appreciated the reminder as confused and creeped out as I
was at the time. The activity seemed to fluctuate throughout
our time there, the radio would turn itself on, blasting
music at any given hour of the day or night,

(45:20):
typically classical music. While lying in bed, I could hear
soap and shampoo bottles falling from the shelves in the
bathroom attached to our room. Something or someone really wanted
to make their presence known. I began to name the
different entities in our home because they were definitely distinctly
different energies. I know you really should not name unknown entities,

(45:44):
and I've since learned my lesson. I began calling the
energy that felt more masculine clause. This is where things
took a big turn. My husband, who was used to
my woo woo nature, is much more of a skeptic.
One day, I was in our bedroom and I heard
him yell from the shower. He said it felt like
something bit or stung him and he had a burning

(46:05):
sensation on his back. He asked me to check his
back for any kind of spider bite. When I looked,
I asked if he was playing a prank on me.
He was bewildered. When I checked. There was the letter
K as clear as day on his back. And I
should point out, since I'm the only one reading this.
She spelled claws with a K k la us. I

(46:29):
took a photo of his back to show him, and
his jaw dropped. There is no way he could have
done this to himself, and it didn't even look like
a scratch. It was slightly pink and looked almost how
a birthmark appears. Even my husband, being the skeptic he is,
was a little rattled. He asked if I could please
stop communicating with whatever was in the house, even if

(46:51):
I was just joking, and I agreed. My husband's job
required him to travel for extended periods of time, and
that's when the mayhem was really ramp up. During a
particularly long leave of absence, a door handle completely broke off,
our house alarm and smoke detector went berserk, our cat
became gravely ill, and everything just seemed to go wrong.

(47:13):
When my husband arrived home, everything settled down almost immediately,
as if the entities respected him more, or perhaps they
were just able to feed off of my stress and
energy while my husband was away, I'm not sure. We
tried countless times to cleanse the energy of the home
with no luck. If anything, it seemed to make things worse.
After trying every other cleansing method. I remembered someone saying

(47:36):
that ringing bells would help. We had a small metal
bell we brought home from our visit to the Vatican,
which we kept on a shelf near a bottle of
holy water. One particular evening, we had reached our limit
of ghostly harassment. I opened the nearest window and demanded
anything that was not of light and love to leave
our home as they rang the bell. Within seconds, the

(47:57):
bell broke. I had goose bumps from head to toe
and a horrible feeling in my stomach. We continue to
demand the presence leave our home. After doing a bit
of research, I found out there had been a Bronze
Age settlement unearthed in a field across from our home
only a few years prior to us moving there. Along
with tools, pots and various items, they had also found

(48:20):
human remains a full skeleton of a Bronze Age man.
I can't help but wonder if he was the one
trying to get our attention, or perhaps our home sat
on top of the significant area of that Bronze Age settlement.
Given the history of England, it could have been a
number of things from any given era. We have since
moved outa that home, but I often think back to

(48:42):
those days and wonder who it was trying so hard
to get through to us. Okay, this brings up a
really good point that Rosemary Ellen Guiley actually has written
a lot about, and she has said that if you're
dealing with something of a Christian knowledge basis right, if

(49:03):
you're dealing with a ghost that was most likely one
of the judaic Christian beliefs, then the normal stuff calling
on Archangel Michael and holy water and bells and all
of that will work because they know what that means
and they respect it. But if you're dealing with something
from pre judaic or pre Christianity, then holy water doesn't

(49:23):
mean anything there. Why are you sprinkling water on me?
They don't know Archangel Michael, that's not part of their
belief system. And I've always found that really really interesting.

Speaker 2 (49:33):
Well, that is interesting, and I would venture to say
that somebody from a Bronze Age settlement didn't know anything
about that kind of stuff. But another question I have
being this person has been buried for many, many many years,
right and now suddenly disturbed, and is that what has

(49:53):
caused this? Right? This skeleton has been found, and now
are they upset that they were rest and peace? Literally? Right?

Speaker 1 (50:02):
Exactly interesting? All right, you've got to read our next
window because it's just for you.

Speaker 2 (50:07):
Hello Kinochi there, oh oh, I'd love this. This is
from our lovely listener, Mark, who says this is Deb's
friendly spooky story. Thank you, Mark, You are wonderful. My
father was a commercial fisherman, so for most of my
youth somers consisted of working on my dad's boat. I

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know what that was like. It was a hard job,
but like most boys, I loved spending time with my dad,
so I didn't mind the work. We would be out
at sea for two to three weeks at a time
between deliveries, with little or no contact with the outside world,
just a radio to talk to other boats on in
range if needed. The bunk where we slept was located

(50:50):
in the bow or front of the boat, and there
were no windows in that area, only a small skylight
and a hatch to the ceiling for a bit of
moonlight to trickle in, so it was fare dimly lit.
There were three bunks down there. I had the bottom
bunk on the left, my brother was above me, and
the third bunk was usually empty because Dad liked to

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sleep in the wheelhouse in case of emergency. One night,
when I was about fifteen, I was sleeping in my
bunk like usual, when suddenly I had this weird feeling
that I was being watched. I sat straight up and
looked around the room. There was to the left of
me a man sitting on the empty bed. Except it
wasn't really a man. I mean, it had the shape

(51:32):
of a man, but only a visible body from just
under the shoulders up. He was ethereal, meaning I could
see him but also could see through him. He was
also glowing blue in color. He looked middle aged and
had either a soup jacket or a trench coat on
it was hard to tell when it was only from
the shoulders up, and wore a fedora like a hat

(51:56):
on his head. His face was neither happy nor sad,
just content, maybe that's the best way I can describe it.
And he didn't make any movements or sounds. This was
obviously very startling, to say the least half A man
sitting in a bed across from me in the middle
of the night on a boat in the Pacific Ocean
is the last thing I expected to wake up to.

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I rubbed my eyes fiercely, thinking I was seeing this
or this was maybe an after image of a dream.
But lo and behold, when I opened my eyes again,
there he was just sitting watching me in silence. That's
when teenage me started to freak out. I quickly laid
back down, pulled the sheet over my head, and even

(52:40):
though I was not religious by any means, I prayed
to God to make him go away. After a minute
or so of prayers, I meekly peeked out from beneath
the sheets to see that he was gone. The next morning,
I drew a sketch of him in a notebook I
had and told my dad about the experience. Slaughed it
off as a dream, but I didn't believe that it

(53:03):
was a dream since I remembered it so vividly. This
is where things get interesting. About a week later, we
headed back into town to sell our fish. I phoned
Bomb for a chat and she gave me the sad
news that my uncle had passed away right around the
time I was visited. Light bulbs went off in my head.
It was my uncle coming to say goodbye. Knowing what

(53:26):
I know now, I wish i'd said hello instead of
scaring him away. But at the time, I must admit
I was terrified. As scary as it was, I'm glad
it happened all the same because it's given me a
peace of mind about what happens when we pass Thanks
for taking time to read my story. Oh Mark, thank
you for this story. It's just lovely. What is it?

(53:48):
Maya Angelo said, when we know better, we do better.
I don't care that exactly right, but that's true. As
we learn more about our connection to the metaphysical world
around us, we learn and we do things differently. And
as a boy, you did the best you could do
under those circumstances. And even if it's somebody you know

(54:09):
and love and recognize, it's still kind of freaky to
see them shop up in the middle of the night.
Were just part of themselves, right exactly.

Speaker 1 (54:15):
And he didn't know he was passed.

Speaker 2 (54:17):
Away, he didn't know who he was, and he didn't
really look like himself. And I mean, all those things
go on because it takes a lot of energy to
create a body to come back in and visit us
in and sometimes they don't always get it. The way
they looked when we knew them, so thank you for
this lovely story.

Speaker 1 (54:33):
It is a lovely story. And thank you everyone so
much for taking time to send these in. We do
have some that we haven't been able to get to
because time has gone away from us. If you don't mind, dead,
maybe I could add these to our November QNA show.

Speaker 2 (54:48):
Sure, why not? And I'm glad you said that, because
of course we do all this spooky stuff in October.
It's not like spooky stuff is just relegated October, although
for us it is. Samantha, can I just say.

Speaker 1 (54:58):
That, yeah, sometimes going in throughout the year.

Speaker 2 (55:01):
I know you do. I'm aware.

Speaker 1 (55:05):
Thank you guys so much for listening. Have a spooky
but safe and fun rest of your week. We'll be
back with you next Sunday. Be the light for yourself
and others.

Speaker 2 (55:15):
Thank you everyone.

Speaker 1 (55:22):
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