S3E162 Midnight Visitors

When the world goes quiet and the wind shifts just enough to rattle the dead leaves on the porch… that’s when they come.

In this Halloween special, Beck invites you into the strange,unsettling realm of midnight visitors... theentities who arrive uninvited, unseen, and often unexplainable.

From doorbell camera anomalies to glitching black-eyed children, flickering porch lights to whispered names in the dark, this collection of haunting true accounts is stitched together with shadow, folklore, and fire.

-Why do the visitors arrive at 3:33 AM?- Who are the ones that whisper, but never blink?- And what happens when we open the door?

This is the final episode of To The Spirit- Season 3,a closing ritual and a cold breath on the back of your neck beforeBeck enters the chrysalis of Season 4.

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Episode Transcript

(00:20):
To the Spirit Podcast. Welcome, Wanderers.
Of the. Veil and Happy Halloween tonight

(00:41):
you've. Crossed the threshold.
Into something a little different.
A little darker, a little closer.
I'm back and what? You're about to hear.
Isn't just. Spooky stories or.
Haunted trivia? No, this is a visitation.
A quiet knock, a whisper. Through the trees.

(01:03):
The flicker of movement, just. Past your doorway.
Tonight we speak of the midnight.
Visitors, but first. A quick Lantern check.
This is our final episode beforeSeason 4 launches, and I'll be
taking a short. Pause to rebuild the studio
spell. Work, writing, editing, and
banking content. So I'm ready for any storm.

(01:26):
If you've been walking with me from the beginning or just found
your way through the fog, thank you.
You're part of my story now, so pull your blanket.
Close light. That candle and lean in because
not every knock at midnight is from the living.
Let's begin. I want to.

(01:47):
Start with a story that came. From a listener now we're going
to call her Elena. Her tale arrived in my inbox
around this time last year with the subject line, The Hallway
that never stayed empty. Elena had just moved into a
1920s brownstone with her partner.
Hardwood floors, crown molding, the kind of charming Creek in

(02:11):
the walls that makes you. Feel like history is breathing
through the plaster. Their hallway was long,
stretching from the front door to the kitchen, and at night
they'd leave that light on dim. Mostly.
For their cat. Me so.
But one night, Elena woke up to scratching.
Now she had assumed it was miso playing, but the scratching

(02:34):
didn't stop. In fact.
It got closer, softer. Almost like brushing.
Like. Something dragging fingers
across a wall. She got out of bed.
She stepped into the hallway andfroze.
The light was flickering and in the middle of the hallway was

(02:56):
Miso. Still a.
Stone staring toward the front door.
Elena followed. The cat's gaze.
And there. It was a.
Small shape, human like but its.Head was too large.
And its eyes, well, Elena said it best.
They weren't glowing, they weren't angry, but they were

(03:19):
wrong. Like they didn't belong in this
world. Like something had borrowed them
from a dream. She blinked and it was gone.
But the. Hallway.
It never felt empty again. Now to.
This day she. Swears that when the lights dim.
The air still shifts. And her cat.

(03:42):
Still watches. Some visitors don't knock.
They simply arrive when no one'swatching.
There's a knock at the door. It's Halloween night, so.
You expect it. Costumes, laughter, candy

(04:02):
seekers. But this time, something's off.
You check the peephole. No one's there.
You open the door. Nothing but wind and a few.
Scattered leaves you close it. Shrug and go back to your movie.
Knock, knock, knock. You pause.

(04:24):
That sound again slow, methodical.
Three solid hits. It's not playful, not timid, and
still no one on the porch unlessyou.
Check the footage. Later, that's when the real
horror. Creeps in because.
Now, thanks to doorbell cams, wecan see what.
Used to only be felt. And what's showing up?

(04:46):
Well, it's not just neighborhoodkids, it's Black Eyed children.
It's shadowy figures that never trigger the motion sensors.
It's. Faces blurred, distorted.
Standing still for too long, andin some cases it's your own
reflection knocking back. These.
Stories are spreading. Reddit.
TikTok. Next door threads full of

(05:08):
suburban dread. One woman in Michigan claimed
that every Halloween like. Clockwork, she hears.
Knocking at 11:11 PM. The first year was just one
knock. Second year 3 knocks and a voice
saying her name. By Year 5, she moved another man
in organ, reviewed his Ring footage to find three children

(05:28):
dressed as scarecrows standing still in his driveway for over 4
minutes, not moving, not blinking.
No one else saw them and when heopened the door they were gone.
But there were muddy footprints on his welcome mat, straw and a
smell. Like burnt plastic so.

(05:52):
What are we dealing with here? Is it pranksters with a
paranormal flair? Echoes from the spirit world
manifesting through our technology?
Or is Halloween now a beacon forsomething far stranger?
Entities that need invitation because knocking?
Is a request. It's ancient.

(06:13):
It means let me in. But the veil this year isn't
just thin. It's cracked.
And something might be learning how to knock.
Back harder so if you. Hear it, especially in threes.
Ask yourself, did you invite it,or has it always known where you

(06:34):
live? There's something about
children's laughter at night that can rattle.
Even the bravest heart. Especially when there aren't any
children outside. One listener sent in a story
last year and I haven't been able to shake it.
It was late October. Leaves covered the yard.

(06:54):
She had just shut off the porch.Light to signal, no more candy.
And that's when she heard it giggling.
Now it's wasn't the joyful, contagious kind, but the.
Breathy. Too close.
Kind. She peeked through the blinds
and there he was, a little boy standing under her Maple tree.
No costume, no parent, just jeans, a light blue jacket and

(07:18):
no shoes. Now she opened the door to ask
if he was OK, and he took off running into the woods behind
her home. She called the sheriff worried.
He might be lost. They found nothing, but the next
morning there were small barefoot prints in the frost and
a. Pile of leaves.
Arranged in a. Perfect circle.

(07:40):
She didn't decorate for Halloween this year.
Didn't pass out. Candy didn't turn on the porch
light, but when? October 30. 1st.
Rolled around again. She still heard the laughter.
And this time it was. At her back door.
Now, this pattern isn't uncommon.
Many people report seeing ghostly children around

(08:02):
Halloween, especially near tree lines, porches and swing sets.
Always barefoot, always alone, sometimes smiling, sometimes
just staring. These aren't the playful
spirits. We hear about in ghost tours
they're different, still bound to the places they vanished or
maybe sent to. Lure you closer to the vow.

(08:26):
So if you hear laughter in the leaves this Halloween, don't
open the door too fast and and maybe don't look too long
because once you see them, they know you saw them.
There's something different about Halloween night.

(08:47):
It's not. Just the plastic.
Skeletons or the flickering porch lights.
It's not just the candy fueled. Sugar days or.
The manufactured fear from big box horror, no.
There's a. Shimmer in the valve that night,
a thinness, and sometimes something comes through.

(09:08):
Let me take. You to a quiet house.
A bowl of candy on the porch. A wind picking up.
Crisp leaves whispering. Across the sidewalk and then the
knock. You glance through the.
Peephole or pull the curtain? Back just slightly.
There they are. Two kids, a boy and a girl,

(09:30):
maybe 810. Hoodies up, pale.
Faces. Eyes that shouldn't be.
Not dark, not brown, black, solid, featureless, endless.
They don't smile. They don't move much either.
Just one sentence. Can we come in?

(09:54):
And here's where everything in you.
Recoils because. Nothing in that sentence sounds.
Childlike, it's too. Flat.
It's too cold like. They learn the words but not the
meaning. Some people who've opened the
door. Say the kids step.
Inside and then vanish. Others say they've gone

(10:16):
catatonic after the encounter, memory wiped, house cleansed,
but something still lurking. But most people wisely don't let
them in, because something in their gut knows these aren't.
Kids, they're echoes. In a costume.
And the more you think about it,the more you realize On

(10:37):
Halloween, when we're all wearing masks, well, maybe they
are too. I'll tell you something.
A few years ago I had a moment like that.
Not Black Eyed exactly, but something close.
Two teens came up my driveway, not even in a costume.
Said they were collecting stories.

(10:58):
And when I asked for who? They just said you'll see.
I never saw them again, but my recordings picked up something
later that week. A voice.
Not mine, not anyone I know. Just a whisper.
Thank you for the doorway. That door, it's still closed

(11:19):
now, but I never. Quite trust it'll stay that way.

(11:58):
None. There are visitors who knock,
and then there are. Visitors who whisper.

(12:22):
Not outside your door, inside your house, already in.
These are the ones that show up after midnight when the heater
kicks on and the pipes groan andyour.
Body tells you. Something's here.
You sit up. Or try to, but you can't move.
Your limbs are frozen. Your chest is heavy.

(12:44):
You're caught between. Waking and sleep.
And that's when you hear it. The whispering.
Some. People say it sounds like your
name. Others report phrases.
Quick fragments, let us. Speak.
You called us. Don't forget the deal, and
sometimes it sounds like. You.

(13:05):
A woman once told me she heard herself arguing in the living
room. Her own.
Voice but. She never even left the bed.
She lived alone, Researchers might call.
This sleep paralysis. A trick of the brain, A
fragment. Of REM sleep.
But why do so many of these encounters come with?
Details that later check out like.

(13:27):
One man woke from one of these episodes convinced he had been
shown a name. Matheson He had no idea what it
meant until later that week. While researching his
grandfather's death, he found anold property record signed by
the coroner named Dr. E Matheson.
Sometimes the whispers are warnings.

(13:49):
Sometimes they're answers to questions we don't remember
asking. But here's what I know.
They don't start whispering. They start listening now.
If you've. Ever had the sense?
That your thoughts are no longerprivate.
That. The voice in your head might not

(14:10):
be your own. You're not crazy.
You've. Just had.
Visitors midnight ones the whispering kind, some visitors
knock, some whisper and some. Just stare.

(14:32):
They don't need to move. They don't speak.
They don't even blink. They just watch.
A woman in Ohio once told me about the night she saw one not
at her door, but through her bedroom window.
Second. Floor she lived.

(14:53):
Alone, and this figure was inside the house.
Across the street. A dim suburban window with a
shadowy figure standing completely still, facing
outward. She said the figure was tall.
Draped in black pale face and still like wax, it never moved,

(15:15):
never waved, never looked away. She closed the blinds, turned
away. But.
Every time she looked back. Still there, staring.
The next morning, the house was empty.
It had been for months. No power?
No. Heat.
And no footprints in the snow. Stories like this.

(15:37):
Come up over and over people walking down the hall at night
only to find someone standing perfectly still in their
kitchen. Or waking up at 3:14 AM with the
overwhelming certainty that someone is watching but they
can't find anyone. In some traditions, this is

(15:58):
known as Phenomenon the Watchers.
The observers the. Unblinking, they do not haunt
you. They catalog you.
Recording what you say, watchingwho you become, waiting for
something, and when their eyes finally.

(16:19):
Do close that's. When you should worry, some
stories are grand flashing lights.
Loud voices objects. Flying chairs, levitating.
But some stories, they happen insilence, and they change you
more, a listener once wrote in about a.
Hallway visitor. They didn't believe in ghosts.

(16:42):
They never had a paranormal experience before until the
night they woke. Up.
Not from a dream, but from the sound of someone gently stepping
onto the hardwood floor. They assumed it was their
partner. Up for a drink maybe?
But the hallway light was off. And when they glanced?
Towards the door. They saw someone standing there,

(17:06):
not. Fully visible.
Not transparent, just wrong. Like a memory standing in the
wrong year. Out of place.
Out of time, frozen, no breath, no blink, no shift and wait.
Just presents. They said they didn't move,

(17:26):
couldn't and after what felt like hours.
Though the clock. Had only ticked twice, they
blinked and it was gone, but theair never felt the same in that
house again and they still. Live there still.
Pass the same spot and every once in a while, they feel like
someone else does too. Tonight we've.

(17:53):
Stood at the threshold of doors we hoped would stay shut.
We listened for footsteps we didn't want to hear.
We peek. Through.
Peepholes and remembered what itfeels like when something peers
back, whether it's a knock. A whisper.
Or the flicker of motion on the edge of vision.
Not every visitor comes. For your fear.

(18:15):
Some come to awaken you, and some just come because you
finally remembered. They were real.
As this episode. Closes so does this chapter of
to the Spirit we'll be. Taking a short break before the

(18:36):
official launch of season 4, I'mgoing to be stepping into a new
rhythm, rebuilding, re recordingand preparing a batch of
powerful transmissions and. Tales for.
What's to come? This isn't an ending.
To pause. Between heartbeats, a breath
between worlds. And when I return it won't be

(18:56):
alone. I carry the stories, the
spirits. And the flame.
So if you felt. Something stirring in the
shadows tonight. If the veil.
Felt thinner or your own memories?
Felt closer. You're not imagining it.
That's the point to the Spirit has never been.
Just a podcast. It's a signal and when I return

(19:19):
I'll be bringing more fire with me until then.
Keep your door. Locked unless.
Of course. You've been expecting someone.
I'll see you soon, and until then, stay strange, stay
sovereign, and stay listening to.
The spiritual. Podcast.

(19:42):
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I'm ghosting, ghosting ghosting psyche.
Missed it Spirits Divine source in.
Heaven. It's magic.
Magic, magic, magic magic.