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Speaker 1 (00:04):
Welcome to the ghost Story, the podcast that on earths
the spectral secrets from beyond the grave. In each episode,
we bring you first hand accounts of ghostly encounters, as
told by those who've experienced the unexplained firsthand. Brace yourself
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for tales of restless spirits, haunted locations, and inexplicable phenomena.
Whether you're a sceptic or a believer, prepared to be
captivated by the tales that will send shivers down your spine.
Speaker 2 (01:08):
Welcome to a ghost story podcast, the weekly whisper of
tales told in the glow of moonlight and the hush
between heartbeats. Each week we invite you to listen as
ordinary moments twist into extraordinary apparitions, and every heartbeat lingers
a little longer with the unknown. From whispered legends in
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old towns to chilling true ghost stories, these episodes are
crafted to haunt, to spark your imagination, and to remind
us that some echoes never truly fade, so dim the lights,
settle in, and let the stories find you. If you're
listening late at night, you're exactly where you're supposed to be.
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Subscribe to never miss a tale and prepare for the
glow of the unseen to illuminate your headphones. Welcome to
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Speaker 3 (02:16):
When I was sixteen years old, I was out partying
with some of my friends. There were about four of
us altogether, and one of them suggested heading up to
the local dam to hang out and go swimming. I
was still relatively new to the area, unlike the others
who had been living here for a while, so I
wasn't aware of the dangers around the area, especially in
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the water. We spent a while sitting by the shoreline,
telling funny stories and laughing at each other, acting like
regular teenagers. Then two of my friends went off a
short distance from where we were sitting and jumped into
the water, giggling. I decided to go after them, but
planned to jump directly from where I had been sitting
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on the shoreline. Just as I knew the edge of
the water and bent my knees, one of my friends
yelled out to me in a panicked voice, don't jump there.
There's a fish ladder directly below you, and it'll pull
you under in a heartbeat. The thing was, I was
a pretty stubborn teen. If you told me not to
do something, then I would go right ahead and do
the opposite, just to prove you wrong. So I ignored my
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friend's warnings and the blatant danger below me, and jumped.
I didn't even get a chance to come back up
for air. The swerge from the fish ladder pulled me
right under the water and dragged me downstream so quickly
I could do nothing to brace myself. I kept swallowing
water in my desperate bid to draw breath, fighting to
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get my head above the surface, but the force of
the current kept pulling me along, holding me under. The
fish ladder was made of concrete steps, so as I
was being pulled further and further down, my knees scraped
right across the concrete, cutting through my skin. Between the
agonizing pain of my knees raking against the concrete and
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the fight against the current to get my head above
water and breathe in oxygen, my body quickly grew exhausted.
I had no energy left to fight the water circling
around me, and my chest was getting tighter and tighter,
until it got to the stage where it felt like
it was going to explode. The pressure from kneading oxygen
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had rapidly built up, and my knees were throbbing in agony.
I struggled like that for what felt like ten minutes
but must have been much less, until my body could
take no more. I gave up the struggle, letting the
water carry me down to the bottom of the fish ladder.
The pain in my knees had numbed, and my vision
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was starting to get dark around the edges. The burning
sensation in my chest began to subside, and eventually everything
went black. I felt like I was floating in darkness.
I wasn't scared at the time. Somehow that darkness felt
horrifyingly peaceful, almost warm, and comforting, so I let it
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flow over me and just let go. There was no
bright glow like the light at the end of the tunnel,
or anything that seemed heavenly and angelic. It was just darkness, peaceful,
complete darkness, enveloping me, until all of a sudden it
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did get bright. Bright daylight flooded my eyes, and then
I was throwing up water, coughing and sputtering as I
tried to draw in as many breaths as I could.
My whole body was shaking and weak, and I could
barely move, but I could breathe. I was laying on
the side of the shore, exhaust fausted and in agony,
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with the pain in my knees and chest. My friends
were gathered around me, speaking to me, but I couldn't
hear what they were saying. I was too weak to
really pay attention, but I noticed their faces were full
of shock and relief that I had come back to them.
I found out later that one of them had pulled
me out of the water and given me CPR. If
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it hadn't been for them, maybe I would have been
floating in that darkness forever