Encounters with the Unknown | Volume 10 | Podcast E348 - Supernatural StoryTime

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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Do you know what time it is? It's supernatural story time.
And if you're easily scared, and even if you're not,
there's only one thing left to do. Just turn off
the lights, because these are stories that you listen to
only in the dark. Encounters with the Unknown, Volume ten,

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Story number one. I live in an old apartment building
which I'm convinced is haunted. So much has happened. When
I first moved in, I had an image in my
mind of an old woman with long blonde hair, which
didn't make any sense. I told my landlord and he
freaked out because the previous tenant was an old woman
with a long blonde wig. She lived there twenty two years,

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went until Coma died.

Speaker 2 (00:47):
Big deal. I thought, I'm a skeptic. Anyway, I experienced
plenty of times when I felt like someone was there.
The hair my neck would go up, and the temperature
in the apartment seemed to drop. It made me angry
and I yell clap and waved my arms away, But
after a while it felt like it was really powerful,
so I tried to make peace by talking to the spirit,

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if that's what it was. Anyway, After that thing settled down,
I began to wake up in the twelve to two
am hour for no reason and see things floating above
the bed, Weird things that made no sense. They were
always white, somewhat translucent, and in a different shape every time,
every single time, they would float up to the ceiling

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and suddenly vanish. Quite honestly, I became amused at these things.
I considered they might be hallucinations, but that didn't explain
what woke me and why they changed shapes. They never
resembled an animal or anything living. Honestly, they were just weird.
This really happened. As I said, I grew comfortable seeing
these things. One night, I awoke and opened my eyes.

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Floating near the ceiling above me was the full form
of a woman. It sounds tacky, I know, and to
tell you, honestly, I couldn't make out any distinct wishing features,
but it truly seemed to be a feminine form. I remember.
I just sort of lay there, gazing up at her,
waiting for her to or disappear. But she didn't. She
floated down towards me. I jerked away, made some kind

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of bizarre sound like ugh, and she vanished. I haven't
seen anything since I'm still woken up, mostly at night
by a drop in temperature, which could be easily explained,
and by my trembling bed. I bed trembles for a
minute more or less every night. I imagine that I feel
a presence, but I'm still a skeptic anyway. Do you

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think it's my imagination? I'm tended to believe so, but
deep down inside I know it's not. Story number two.
I'm always religiously believed in the supernatural. Too many things
in bizarre occurrences have happened in my life for me
not to These are just two of the most interesting
ones that I hope, even if I'm mystifying, if not

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downright enjoyable. During the summer of nineteen ninety five, I
lived in Washington, d C. Where my father had rented
an apartment suite at the Watergate. It was a very
nice apartment, right across the way from the Kennedy Center
on one side and a homp and escape away from
Georgetown on the other, and since the apartment with a
ground level had a nice fenced in patio area just

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several yards away from the main pool. I was working
as a White House intern and was just enjoying the
first real summer away from oriental guidance. After a time, however,
I came to realize that I really wasn't as alone
as I had thought. Upstairs, there were two bedrooms, the
master and a smaller one right across the landing. At first,

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I decided to take the master, because, after all, biggers
supposed to be better. But I quickly changed my mind
because in the dead of night, I'd feel suddenly very
cold and very uneasy, as if someone was standing near
my bed, its dark, shadowy presence vaguely menacing. I didn't
know who or what it was. All I really knew

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was that it was big, male and didn't seem to
like me much as a roomy. After two nights of this,
and getting very little rest, I moved my stuff across
the landing to the other bedroom, which was thankfully free
of these disturbing vibes. Anyway, about this time, my roommate
and best friend from college came to visit for a while, and,
without telling her of my own unselling experiences, offered her

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the master bedroom. The very next day, she reported the
same unnerving sensations. She told me that during the night
she felt someone breathing cool air on her cheek. I
felt a heaviness on her chest that both scared and
kept her awake all night. After that, she promptly moved
her things into my room as well. Since I knew
what she was talking about, I graciously gave in, and

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the two of us were very careful to never enter
into that room unless we absolutely had to, and only
in broad daylight. Well, summer came to an end and
we both got ready to head back the college. As
I was in the bedroom packing, I suddenly heard her
calling my name from across the landing. At first, I
was puzzled because it was unspoken between us that we

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never entered that room, and since we didn't have anything
in there to pack, I hesitated before answering. Finally, I
crossed the landing and entered into the master bedroom, calling out, Yeah,
what do you need. When I walked in the room,
nobody was there. Chilled by the episode, I went downstairs
calling my roommate's name. I finally found her in the
kitchen area, the furthest part away in the house from

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the master bedroom. When I told her what happened, she
shook her hand bewilderment and told me that she hadn't
called my name, and was in fact inside the pantry
room packing up some canned goods when she told me that,
my back stiffened and an eerie shiver ran down my spine.
Needless to say, we got the heck out of Dodge.

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An interesting PostScript to this tale came near the end
of nineteen ninety eight. My mother had been diagnosed with
liver cancer in May, and in a desperate bid to
length in her life, she had decided to become a
Buddhist nun. She dressed as a traditional nun's garb and
shaved her head, but at the end of September she
passed away. During this time, a closed friend of hers
was in d c Esol stayed at the Watergate apartment.

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She had not seen my mother an overyear, and in
fact did not even know that my mother had just
died less than a week ago. She unpacked and fell
asleep in the master bedroom round midnight. She awoke because,
as she told my father later on, she felt and
saw an enormous shadow sitting on her chest, cutting off
her breath. She couldn't scream because of the weight, and

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for a second thought she was dying. She struggled and fought,
but the shadow wouldn't budge. She finally drew in one
breath and cried out for help. Immediately, she said, she
was blinded by a light coming from the closet door,
and as the light drew nearer to the bed, she
felt the weight suddenly dissipate. The shadow fleeing from the
unearthly glow, she opened her eyes and saw a woman

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standing next to her, brown robes flowing to the ground. Instantly,
she said, she knew was my mother, but the only
thing that made her wonder was the fact that this woman,
this friend she had known for years, was shaved bald.
The glowing woman then smiled gently at her and slowly disappeared.
Only after this friend of my mother's had told my

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father about this incident did she learn that, indeed, the
day my mother died, she had died with a clean
shaven head dressed in brown robes. The second place I
experienced the haunting was when I lived in a two
story house on the south side of Las Vegas. The
house was owned by a chef in one of the
casinos near the Strip and was completely furnished as advertised.

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As I came from a traditional Asian household. My grandmother
also lived in me and my father, and since he
was frequently away on business, it was just the two
of us there most of the time. The first week
we moved in, my grandmother discovered very fine, very black
sand would accumulate near the tiled fireplace, and since we
didn't ever use the fireplace, we thought it was rather strange.

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She would sweep it up, throw it away, but the
next day would appear again. This happened for about four
days in a row. My grandmother, bless her heart, it
is a capricorn and thus rather aintal about things, just
forever checking doors and windows, making sure they were locked
and secured whenever we left the house. So when we
came home one day from shopping, we were shocked to

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see the front door standing wide open. We always came
through the garage door, so it was very unsettling to
see that door open, Knowing we had locked it before leaving,
and since the front entrance is protected on one side
by the garage, we knew the wind could not have
done this. Nothing had been stolen or otherwise disturbed. We

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ended up not talking about it, because really, what was
there to talk about and put it down to a
freak of nature. Well, during this time, my father came
home from his trip and stayed in the master bedroom. Now,
my father is not a man that is given to sudden,
wild and unexplained imaginings. He's six two weighs nearly two
hundred pounds and is perhaps one of the most self

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assured men I have ever known. But after a week
in that room, he abruptly confessed to me one day
that there was something else staying in that bedroom with him.
He said that whenever he closed his eyes to sleep,
he would feel as if someone or something was staring
at him through the darkness, and he would then have
to get up and sleep with the lights on. At first,

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I just thought this was ridiculous. I mean, the man
has faced down a robber at gunpoint and he had
to slip at the light on. I smiled and nodded,
but didn't think much of it, because this was Vegas,
not some creepy little Stephen kingtown filled with outlaw boogeymen.
But after he left again and I decided to stay

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in the master bedroom it had a cable, I quickly
changed my mind because as I snapped off the light,
I two felt something peering at me through the shadows.
It wasn't the same as it was in d C.
This one was just as a settling, to be sure,
but it wasn't as menacing, just very disturbing. It was

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almost like it wanted me to notice it had something
it wanted to tell me, and as I turned on
the light, I couldn't help but feel that it also
needed me to do something. Finally, one night, I sat
up in bed and asked, Okay, what do you want.
I've had some prior experience with channeling, and this wasn't

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the first time I had encountered restless spirit, so I
just bluntly asked it what it wanted of me so
I could finally get a decent night's sleep. When I
closed my eyes and exhausted semi consciousness, it was around
three am. At this time, I saw behind my closed
eyelids the pale figure were a woman dressed in white
with long black hair down her back. To be honest,

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I didn't really believe what I was seeing, just thought
it was a product of first stage rum cycle. I
don't really remember what she looked like, just that she
was slender and had curious stains on her white dress.
She looked to be in her late twenties to mid thirties. Anyway,
she told me that she had been taken out to
the desert, rape, strangled, and buried in the sand where
the present house stood. Again. I don't know how much

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of this is true, because I was nearly asleep at
the time, but what I can say with certainty was
that this spirit was obviously distressed by the manner of
her demise, and I felt very sad for her. Later on,
I told my grandmother about this, and as she burned
paper money for my mother, a traditional act in Asian countries,

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she would be sure to burn some for the woman
in white as well. She would burned the paper money
and plead at the same time for this nice lady
to not come out and frighten her while she was
alone in the house. I thought it was highly amusing
at the time, and just indulged to whimsical actions. To me,
it had been a very vivid dream, and I was

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not the owner of the house. I certainly couldn't up
and dig around the property to substantiate the ghostly claims.
After six months, the owner of the house was ready
to move back in with his family, and so me
and my grandmother packed up and moved to the West Side.
Another three months passed before I got a call. It
was the owner of the house, and he had a
very strange story to tell. First of all, he asked

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me if when I had lived there, did anything weird
happen while I was there? Honestly, I told him yes,
then told him about what I had experienced and concluded
that I thought the house was haunted. He agreed, telling
me that doors had started to open by themselves and
that he would hear strange noises at night. Finally, he
asked me to speak to his girlfriend because she had

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a most peculiar dream last night and needed to tell
me about it. When she got on the phone, she
told me that last night she had dreamed she had
walked downstairs to the garage and met a young, black
haired woman dressed in a white dress. The woman asked
her if I was there, because she needed to speak
to me. Puzzled, the owner's girlfriend said that sorry, but no,

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they've moved away. The woman in white had gotten agitated
the response and then asked, well, is the grandmother there?
Then again she replied no, she's gone too. At this point,
the woman and White became exceedingly upset and started to shot.
But I know she's there, I know, and I need
to speak to her now. Please, you've got to let
me talk to her. The owner's girlfriend was shot at

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the desperation the other woman's voice and kept repeating, sorry,
but they're not here. Finally, she woke up, sweat pouring
down her face, and immediately asked the owner to contact me.
I really wish that I could tell you that there
is a proper ending to all this, But since I
never went back to the house no my grandmother, I
don't know what happened in the end. I just thought

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thoroughly bizarre that something which I had convinced myself was
just a dream was actually probably based in some reality.
Perhaps one day I'll get the courage to go back
and tell him what the woman of White had told
me and asked that he had me a shovel. I
still think about that poor woman at times, wondering if
she's still on her quest to find some sort of

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justice or peace, and I hope that time really will
heal all wounds. I just know that I've been blessed
in a sense that I've been given opportunity to touch
a world seldom seen by other people or what they
call rational people, and hopefully this will not be a
trend that will soon break. I also wish that I
could include further incidents that have raised my eyebrows a

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notch or two. But I think I've taken up enough
of your time. Oh and by the bye, my grandmother
still burns paper money for the lady in white. She's
convinced the poor soul will come after her if she doesn't.
Next story. Not long ago, on a Saturday, I took

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my eighteen year old son for a haircut at a
new boutique around the corner from my home. I happened
to know the owner, also a hairdresser slash real turn
wanted to get my son's hair straightened out. Anyway, With
a new girl cutting hair and my friend out there,
strange things began to occur. I was behind my son
and a chair, just talking with a hair stylist, and

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I would hear rapping on the wall behind us. There
have been renovations going on and that part of the
building which does have a separate outer entrance from the
boutique and will when it's finished be housing three other businesses.
The rapping continued about every three to five minutes. The
stylist of myself went to check to see if anyone
was in the other part of the building, all rooms

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being connected by doorways. Nothing was seen or heard, so
she went back to cutting hair and I went back
to our general conversation about a new home we were purchasing.
My friend the owner walked back and after going on
some errands, and when I asked if anyone was working
over in the other part of the building that day,
she replied, it's Saturday. The construction isn't going on today.

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We were talking about the rapping that was going on earlier.
She proceeded to tell me that a few of her
customers had said of seeing a man dress and a
cowboy outfit walk into the bathroom, out again, and then
back in. When the person went to use the facilities,
it was empty. She told me she had also seen

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a woman in early nineteen hundred and nineteen twenties dress.
She didn't elaborate on it, but we heard other wrappings
on the wall. When proddage, she told me nothing was
on the other side of that wall, but there was
a stairwell leading to the basement. She went to check
it out and there was nothing again. After about fifteen minutes,
there was a really loud banging three times in the ceiling,

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to the point it shook the whole building. I had
just had about enough of this crap, so I yelled
up at the saying, what the eof is your problem?
My son and I both distinctly heard a gross sounding
woman say I'm locked out. I asked the owner again
if someone could be on her roof, not realizing there
is a small, dark, enclosed room at the top of

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the stairs case with the railing section yet off, I
got brave, stupid me and decaid I was going to
check things out. The owner decided she was going to
follow me because she heard the banging too, but I
didn't know if she heard the voice. We went around
to the other entrance to the building, which is a
glass and cased entryway. The front door immediately to the street,

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I'm told is locked all the time, and the inside
glass door to the same entryways always unlocked. But at
the bottom of the staircase there is a little ante
room with a heavy metal door, almost like a thin
meat locker type so when you shut it, it stays shut.
That door was a jar about one inch to one

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and a half inches. I pulled open this big brown
metal door and yelled up, Hello, is anybody there? No response.
I looked at my friend and said, is that door
really locked? She tried and said yeah. So I said again,
is there anybody up there? Aggravated at this point, and

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clear as a bell, I heard a younger woman's voice
like it sitting on the stairs looking at me, say maybe,
in a sarcastic tone. Well, needless to say, not being
accustomed to having spirits speak to me, I screamed, slammed
the door, and ran freaked out from the area. The
owner yelled at me, what the hell are you screaming for?
I said, you didn't hear that woman say maybe? When

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I asked if anyone was up there before I slammed
the door, she had very puzzle and said no, and
she's not one to make up stories, especially not about
stuff like this. She told me that if I heard
anything and they chose to speak, they can follow you home.
I was totally freaking out at this point. You know
how you laughed so hard because you're scared. That's how scared.

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I was. I couldn't sleep most of that night, especially
after being home for half an hour. When my friend
called me up and said thank you, and when I
said what for, she said, because whatever it was hasn't
happened again since you left, and that she, her son
and a new stylist went and check things out and
locked things up, and nothing else had happened. I wonder

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who used to live there or died there, or haunts there,
because I believe that to be quite a few, and
don't know if there was ever a fire there. I'm
told that the old four ninety nine house, a restaurant
renamed this because of travel during the nineteen hundred stopped
at this house for overnight days has been haunted for years,
and not with good spirits either. This is only one

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and a half blocks north of this other location. I'm
not sure if I should go back. Maybe they can
squeeze me in fair haircut and I can find out
what happens, but this thing starts talking to me again.
I'm going to bring back my tape recorder and see
what I can pick up, or maybe even better, maybe

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I just shouldn't go out all and get my hair
cut somewhere else next story. One summer night, I around
nineteen seventy eight or seventy nine, when I was around
eight or nine years old, I encountered someone standing in
the doorway of my bedroom. I was sound asleep, and
for no reason, a light just woke up. I picked
up my sesame street book and started to read it
when I looked over to the doorframe, and there was

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this tall man almost the height of the doorframe standing
there looking at me. He said that I should not worry.
He was not going to hurt me. He took two
steps toward me, and I began screaming for my parents.
Before I knew it, they were in my bedroom next
to me. It was like poof, he was gone, and
I didn't see him leave. My parents tried to get

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me out of the bedroom. I went hysterical. I did
not want to pass through where this man had been standing.
My dad picked me up and took me into the
family room. I sat on my mother's lap having a
nervous breakdown, while my father was getting me some water
to try and calm me down. I remember when talking
about it, they took me to the emergency room because

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I lost it. I kept telling them over and over
again that there was a man who was at my
door and he vanished fan I was able to fall
asleep in my mother and father's bed, of course, with
them there. From that night on, for about seven or
eight years, I slept with my parents. I'm embarrassed that
even into my teenage years, I slept on my mother
and father. I never saw him again. I believed that

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he knew he terrified me, and he never showed himself
to me. To this day, I don't know who this
man at my door was. That goodness, because not at
thirty three years old, I would still be terrified to
see someone I know should be dead. Next story. This
happened in or around nineteen ninety eight or so. My mom,

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my stepdad, and I lived in an older character home
on a very quiet street in a nice neighborhood. The
house was older and had a huge back yard with
a really old brown shed garage type thing. I was
about fourteen at the time. There were two separate incidents
at this house. Anyway, My bedroom was off to the
side of the living room. My stepdad, working weird schedules,

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had a habit of falling asleep on the living room
couch and leaving the TV on lo So I didn't
think this was anything weird until the next morning. I
walked out of my room at about one am, and
to get to the kitchen you had to walk through
the living room. I saw the lights from the TV
on in the living room, and I looked to see
if my stepdad was on the couch, but he wasn't.

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I figured he went to bed and left the TV on.
I continued walking through the living room and the TV
went off. I thought maybe I stepped on the remote
or something. I looked down and there was a black
scuff mark looking thing on the floor. We had hardwood.
I took my foot off of it and the TV
went back on, stepped again, TV went off, etc. I

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thought nothing of it, thinking maybe I was half asleep
and I was seeing things that was stepping on something
and I just couldn't tell what it was. A little
freaked out, I went to my mom's room to see
if she could hear the TV or if maybe the
power went out. I got to their room and woke
my mom up after if she could hear the TV
or what was going on, and she told me to
go back to bed, and I was probably dreaming. I

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asked where my stepdad was, and my mom said he
was working nights that week. He left about seven pm
that night and didn't return around till three am, long
after this incident happened. So I said, fine, no big deal,
I'll go to bed. So I went back to my
room only to find that my garbage can had moved.

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Normally it was under my desk, but when I got
back to my room, it was moved to the middle
of the doorway. I know I didn't move it there,
because why would I leave my room then barricade it
with my garbage can? Fine, whatever, I thought, and went
back to sleep. The next morning, at breakfast, my mom
asked what last night was all about what happened, and

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at first she seemed like she didn't believe me, and
then she asked me, if I remember what was on
TV that hesitation, I said, Jenny Jones while the shows.
Why would I say Jenny Jones if I was lying?
She remembered it was about one am when I woke
her up, and she looked in the TV guide and
sure enough, starting at twelve forty five am on Channel

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twenty eight was Jenny Jones. I went to show her
the scuff mark, but of course it was gone. The
remote was on top of the TV. I could tell
about the goose bumps on her arms as she believed me.
The other incident happened to my stepdad. We were outside
barbecuing one evening and my mom was in the house
preparing the table. I saw him looking up at the
shed in the back yard. The thing was almost all

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windows with the exception of the door, and his face
went white. I'm talking about whiter than white itself. He
dropped his barbecue sauce on the ground as he was
still looking at whatever it was he saw. He's a big,
tough guy and never get screeped out. He ran inside
the house and told my momm he saw some kind
of old woman in the window of the shed. My

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mom laughed at him until she saw that he was dead.
He described her as short, with short gray hair, wearing
a light blue shirt or dress. He said she wasn't
scary looking, but just as she was looking through the
window staring right at him. The description he gave was
identical to what my grandmother looked like, who passed away

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ten years before my mom even met my stepdad, So
he couldn't have known what she looked like unless he'd
seen the very few pictures we had of her, And
even then, why would he play such a sick joke?
Next story. I used to work part time for five

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years at this Catholic church gift shop. Normally, when people
shop there, they checked the quality, the looks of what
we sell. Bottom line is, they take their time unless
they're regular and know what they want already. Sometime during
the year it's nineteen ninety eight, I noticed this woman
buying lots of crosses without taking her time. She looked
puzzled and worried. I didn't have to ask her why

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she was buying so many crosses. She looked at me
and took a deep breath while she said. It's about
my daughter. When she was one year old, until about
the beginning of her preschool, she's had this imaginary friend.
I was here, playing by herself and talking as if
someone is there with her. She would giggle like someone
made her laugh. You know, I thought it was just
an ordinary imaginary friend. Every single day she'd play with

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this friend until she started going to school and played
with real kids all the time. One night, she ran
into her room crying. I asked her what's going on,
why what happened? And then she's saying this imaginary friend
of hers, which is by the way, she calls Amanda
and wanted to play with her, and she doesn't want
to anymore. She was shaking while crying out loud. I

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kept asking her what's wrong with Amanda, and finally she said,
she scares me. And I kind of laughed at her
because I thought she liked this Amanda. I insisted, asking
why is she scaring you? Then she said because I'm
it doesn't have a head. Oh my. I freaked out
about this, and so all this lady's telling me, I
told her that Saint Benedict is really good for putting

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away bad spirits, so she bought that one too. Apparently,
after two or three weeks, the lady visited me again
with her daughter and told me they had moved up
because Amanda gets mad at her if she doesn't play
with her either. Next story. Growing up, I heard that
the high school that I attendant was haunted by a
former student. Apparently the student was struck in the head

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with a shot put during jim class and died. Although
occasionally you would hear a rumor of his hauntings. I
never heard of a specific incident. I didn't take this
story seriously until I had an experience around November nineteen
eighty seven. I was a senior in high school at
the time and a drummer for our jazz ensemble. Within
the jazz ensemble, four of us got together to form

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a jazz combo band. We were practiced at various places,
but sometimes we would meet at school to practice in
the band or chorus room. I think it was over
Thanksgiving vacation when we scheduled a practice for either a
Friday or Saturday morning. All about one of our members
showed up on time, and after tuning and warming up
for a while, we decided to go call to see

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where Mark was. This was before the age of cell phone,
so we went out to the payphone, which was located
next to a series of doors leading directly into the gymnasium.
Although all the other hallways were dark, the area where
we were located was well lit. Next to the gymnasium,
a set of steps went down to where the locker
rooms and some classrooms were located. The steps were closed

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off by a large according style gate. After we called
Mark's house. He told us he was on his way,
so we decided to wait there for him. Well, we
waited and talked. We thought we heard some noises coming
from the gym or downstairs. Sounded like someone walking or running,
and then it would stop. As we waited, leaning against
this large gate, we heard the noise again, but this

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time it seemed to be coming from right behind the
door next to us. Instantly, we got quiet and looked
at the door and shot. But then a split second
after this door jolted and flew open towards us. We
were all hit by a cold wind across our bodies. Instantly,
we all jumped and started running down the hallway in
fear for our lives. All three of us were sprinters

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in track, and I believe we all could have set
state records how fast we ran that morning. After a
lot of swearing and freaking out, we went back down
and the door was closed. We watched from a distance
to see if it would happen again, but it didn't.
No one else was in the school at the time,
and we know our friend didn't have anything to do
with it. Our only guess is this was the ghost

(29:36):
of the student watching over the school. A year later,
while I was in college, I worked one summer at
the school as a janitor. I shared this story with
the full time janitors and they said that experience where
the doors would open and close behind them and felt
like they were being followed. Next story. This is a

(29:57):
true and accurate event that even I would leave it
if I hadn't been there and had my mother with
me at the time to reassure me that it did
indeed happen and that I am not crazy. Both my
mother and myself worked at the American Legion Post Number six.
This particular post is in a one hundred plus year
old building and has been a private club for the

(30:19):
military men since it opened. A lot of military men
and their families have held memberships at this club for decades,
and many of those have passed on from battle and
from old age alike. So you can imagine the energy
that runs through this place. Well, one night, at around
one am, after our shift, we were the bartenders. We
were sitting at the end of the bar, counting out

(30:39):
our tills and talking about the usual gossip, and all
of a sudden, directly above our heads, one of the
speakers started booming very loud and methodically. Needless to say,
we were both startled, and because a previous experience that
we and other employees had, neither of us was in
a big hurry to go to the stage and check
the plugs to be sure that the bat hadn't left

(30:59):
the mic plugged in. It sounded like the same kind
of boom that the kids played through their speakers in
the cars they drive. Well, anyway, I decided I wanted
to get the heck out of there, and I knew
we couldn't leave and let the building catch fire because
we were too scared to unplug the darn equipment. So
I started toward the stage very quickly, while telling myself

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that it was silly to be afraid and I just
needed to do it and get it over with. When
I got to the stage, I climbed up the front
because I sure as heck wasn't about to go around
the back behind the curtains. I went over to the
place where the search protectors were plugged in, and nothing
was still plugged in. As I turned around, I started

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getting very sick to my stomach, and a sort of
dread rushed through my body. When I looked out across
the dance floor to where my mother was. Right there
in front of me was a man about six feet
tall and dressed in a brown flannel shirt with a
pair of old tattered pants. I stopped reading, and I
don't know how long it was before my mother had
seen what was going on. She yelled, Hey, how the

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hell did you get in there? We're closed and we're
already locked up. It was then that he just faded.
I was a hysteric to my mom was in shot,
so he ran for the door. She was digging in
her bag for the keys so we could leave. The
door unlocked and violently swung open. We didn't hesitate to
get out behind us. The door shut and locked all

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in one motion, and on the other side of the
glass door was the man in the flannel shirt, scowling
at us. The next morning, we went in to let
our manager know what happened, and she had a surprise
for us. The tape from the security cameras showed exactly
what happened, only instead of the man, it was a
foggy light. After we had left, the cameras continued to
tape the tables sliding around and glasses being knocked off

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the shelves, We didn't continue our jobs, and eventually we
moved on. Nothing as dramatic as that winter night ever
happened to us again, but still all of us continued
to see, hear, feel, and know that we were not
ever alone,

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