Stories to Make You Shiver | Volume 5 | E359

Shivery tales, shaken not stirred. True stories and urban myths of the weird, the paranormal, ghosts, cryptids and the things that make your weird little heart happy.


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Episode Transcript

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 they left to do. Just turn off
the lights, because these are stories that you listen to
only in the dark.

Speaker 2 (00:20):
Stories to make you shiver. Volume five, Story number one.
I've been hearing so many stories about this place called
the Enchanted Forest in Pasadena or around that area. Most
of my friends had been there, some saying they saw
people with chains around them or headless apparitions floating around,
and others said they hadn't seen anything. I also heard

(00:42):
stories about hotspots and the forest where you would feel
like you were burning. So one night, after going out
to a birthday dinner with five of my female friends,
I started telling them about the forest. We got to
Joyce Housen. I was trying to figure out where this
place was, and her brother overheard us talking about the
forest and said he had been there and saw a

(01:05):
headless lady. He gave us the directions to the place
and we soon had it off around eleven pm. When
we got to the forest, there was nobody there except
three other people, and the place was extremely dark. The
only light was coming from the moon. We were all
very hesitant about going in because of all the stories
we heard, so we decided to hold hands while going in,

(01:26):
and we promised each other not to let go no
matter what. So we headed into the forest, and I
honestly do not know why, but I started laughing out
of nowhere. I couldn't control it at all, and everybody
started getting angry at me and asking why on earth
I was laughing. So we continued to walk and I

(01:46):
was trying to control my laughter when all of a sudden,
I let go over Andrew's hand and stopped walking. She
said she saw something dwarf like across the path, and
we figured it was probably just an hour animal, But
then we all got quiet and saw what looked like
two red orbs in front of us. Joy let go

(02:09):
of my other friend's hand and was the first to
start running. We all then started running, and I tell
you I never ran that fast in my life. While
we were running, there was definitely something chasing after us,
because we could hear it loud and clear, and also
felt it getting closer. I turned back to see how

(02:29):
close it was getting, but when I looked, there was
nothing there. But at the same time I could hear
and feel it. I turned back around and as we
were running, Joy, who was ahead of us, tripped, fell
and rolled on the ground. But she didn't trip on something.
Something had tripped her, and we all saw it. It

(02:51):
was as if someone pulled their foot out and tripped her.
But the only thing was there was nothing there. Another
friend of mine and helped her up and we continued
out of the forest. I then heard a terrifying woman
screaming that sounded leg It was coming from deep inside
the forest. Only my other friend, Andrew, and I heard

(03:12):
that scream. We passed the three other people we saw
when we first arrived, and it looked like the flashlight
was turning on and off and they were just looking
at it in shock. We heard back into the garden
headed back to Joy's house. We were required for a while.
Then Joy started telling us that she swears something tripped her,
and we said we knew because we saw her trip

(03:33):
and it looked like something had tripped her. I'm not
sure what on earth went on there, but I know
one thing for sure. Something was definitely chasing us. The
only question is what was it. Story number two. I
was fifteen when a strange event took place. I lived

(03:54):
in a neighborhood named Turf Valley, in a part where
the houses are new and right on a golf course.
My dad had our house custom built in nineteen ninety nine.
Two years afterward, however, was my first supernatural encounter in
my new house. My room was across from my parents
in the front of the house, with a bathroom connected
to it with a sliding door. Around ten PM, I

(04:16):
headed to bed, closing both the bathroom door and the
bedroom door. For some reason, I had a weird feeling
about open doors. As it was a cold night, maybe
in the low fifties. I put on some cotton pj's
and snuggled into bed. I'm an extremely heavy sleeper and
it takes a lot to wake me up. That night, however,

(04:37):
I woke up from my deep sleep around three a m.
Because I was too hot. I got up and walked
over to my light switch to turn on my fan.
When I went to turn it on, my finger got shocked.
It hurt really bad, so I just used another finger,
thinking it was no big deal. But after all ten
of my fingers got shocked, I decided to get back

(04:59):
into bed, then out of the corner of my eye,
I noticed it. The sliding door to my bathroom was open.
I know I had closed it. There's no way I
could have missed it. I got up to close the door,
but when I looked in, there was a man lying
in my bathtub. His eyes were closed and he had
a salt and pepper hair. I stood there, just looking,

(05:22):
not sure what to do. That's when his eyes opened
and he looked up at me. I was so scared.
I shut the door hard and ran back to my bed.
Although I was under my covers, I knew I wasn't alone.
I pulled the covers back and looked towards the door,
watching it open yet again. Then a woman in a
red dress appeared to me for some reason. She was angry,

(05:45):
with cuts on her wrists and a long gash around
her neck. She had blond hair and piercing brown eyes.
She stared at me as I stared at her. Then
she started to scream at me. I was frightened and
just snuggled up in my bed, unsure of what to do.
She started walking towards me, but when she got to
the edge of my bed, she disappeared. I haven't run

(06:07):
into her since, but every once in a while, when
I look up, I can see wisp of blood hair
following her as she roams. Next story, I moved with
my two small children to a house back in March
of two thousand and four. From the very beginning, I

(06:29):
had the feeling of being watched. At times, the hair
on the back of my neck would stand on end,
and I'd get goosebumps on my skin as though I
were chilled. In fact, at times it would be extremely
cold in the house, even though it was one hundred
degrees outside. One night, my baby was only a couple
of weeks old, was very fussy. I didn't know what
was wrong, as she was not wet, hungry, or hurt.

(06:52):
It was not the kind of fussy that comes with
colic either. As I sat rocking her and talking to her,
trying to soothe her, a very old wind brushed past
me and seemed to stop on the other side of
the rocking chair. A few seconds after the cold eer
blew past me. My baby daughter went fast asleep, but
before she did, I saw her look up, as though

(07:13):
she were looking up at the ceiling. People say that
babies don't smile because they are happy or even know
what they're smiling at. I don't believe that, especially after
that day. She looked up to the ceiling and smiled,
not a ghastly smile as they claimed babies that young do.
It was a real, true smile. And with that she

(07:33):
went to sleep and didn't wag again until around eight
the next morning. This was unusual. She always woke up
between four and four thirty a m. I don't know
what she saw, but it was a comfort to her.
After this, I began to notice more and more things
happening that I had no explanation for. I always hang

(07:54):
my car keys and a hook just inside the front
door of our home. This has been my habit since
I owned my first car. One day, I came home
from work and hung my keys as usual, but I
went to get them again to go pick up my
son and daughter from daycare. The keys were gone. They
were not on the hook. I searched the house from
top to bottom and couldn't find the keys. I even

(08:16):
dumped everything out of my purse, and that in itself
was scary. I called the daycare to let them know
i'd be late picking up the kids, and went back
to looking for the keys. I checked, rechecked, and checked
again on the hook where the keys were hung, but
they weren't there. I finally gave up and decided to
call someone to pick up the children for me. When

(08:38):
I looked up and there on the hook were my
wayward keys, I was shocked, to say the least. I've
heard what sounds like a woman humming a tune, and
at times she's even singing the words. One night, as
I was sitting at the computer as I am now,
I again felt that extremely cold sensation on the back
of my neck. I then felt someone tug on my

(09:00):
hair and stroked the top of my head. Because how
I was the only person up and around the house,
I was startled. Then another time, I was sleeping on
the sofa when I felt something jump up on the
couch beside me. It felt as though a cat or
a small dog had jumped up and was walking towards,
pulling the blanket as it went. The trouble with this

(09:23):
is I don't own a cat or a dog for
that matter. When I looked up, thinking maybe one of
the neighborhood cats had somehow got in the house, there
was nothing there. There was no cat, no small dog,
and definitely not one of my children. Thinking I had
dreamed this or imagined it. I lay back down and
tried to go back to sleep, but I kept having

(09:45):
the sensation of something or someone closely watching me. I
would look to see if my son had woken up
and was watching me, waiting for me to wake up,
but it wasn't him. Finally, I was too exhausted to
care anymore and fell asleep and didn't wake again until morning.
The days that followed that night were fairly quiet. Then

(10:06):
one morning I had my clock radio on the table
at the end of my couch as I was listening
to a radio show. The clock radio was sitting flatten
the table, not near the edge, and the cord was
not where it could get hooked on someone's foot and
pull the clock off the table. But the clock radio
jumped off the table and flew part way down the

(10:27):
hall and landed on the floor and landed up right
the way it was on the table. When I picked
the radio clock up, the station had been changed and
the band had been changed. I had been on AM station,
but when I picked it up it was on an
FM station. This was about ten in the morning. Now
that day the TV went off by itself. The kitchen

(10:50):
faucet turned off and then back on, and the TV
decided to start channeling surfing all on its own. A
couple of times I thought I'd caught a glimpse of
something or someone walking down the hall out of the
corner of my eye, but when I turned to see

(11:11):
who it was, there was no one there. I've never
had any experience with ghosts or anything like that, and
never really gave the subject much thought. I didn't know
if this was something I should worry about or if
I should just leave it alone. I didn't feel threatened,
but eventually I did what I thought was the smartest

(11:33):
thing to do. I went and moved out when my
lease was up. Next story, I moved into a Victorian
house around maybe the year two thousand. This was with
my family. I already thought there was something up with
that house. It's got this eery feeling too about My
parents said it was my imagination, so I kind of

(11:55):
left it at that. But so many things have happened.
I saw woman in black standing on the stairs while
I was coming out of the bathroom. It was broad daylight,
so I didn't think it was a trick of the light.
I've heard footsteps walking down the hall in the middle
of the night, and the hall has a wooden floor.
I appeared around the door, thinking it might be my parents,

(12:15):
and saw this figure in black ascending the stairs. I
blinked and it vanished. My parents went on holiday, so
I was to stay up in the attic room while
my grandmother kept my own room. I sat at the
desk beside the slanting roof and felt footsteps pounding past
me on the floor, but there was nobody there. I

(12:36):
heard people running up and down the stairs getting agitated.
I would throw the door open, think he would be
my brother or sister, to find nobody there. I stood
at the foot of the stairs, once alone in the house,
and soft feet running up the stairs into the darkness.
I was downstairs with my brother, alone in the house
at about four in the afternoon. This was a few

(12:57):
weeks afterward, and while walking past the dining room, someone,
well it looked like a figure made entirely of some
sort of white energy, walked straight at me. We were
so close we would have collided. I leaped out of
the way and gasped, but there was nothing there. I
moved out of my bedroom a few months after that,

(13:20):
and I finally referred to my new roommate as Dennis
after watching The Ghost an Angel. Dennis has never been seen,
at least I don't think I've seen him. He has
been known to play around with the lamp on the
ceiling so it would be half hanging off, and he
reached my posters off the walls. I never really believe

(13:43):
that he existed, just a little ghost story I like
to tell my friends. But I can feel his presence
standing in my bedroom door. The floorboards creak, though he's
not always there. A few weeks ago, in the middle
of the night, I got up to go to the
toilet and came back to bed. As I was lying there,
I heard a voice crying Oh. I looked up stupidly,

(14:05):
but as usual, there was nothing there. Thinking it was
just my imagination, I lay back down in bedwin Suddenly
there was a crash and my door flew open to
reveal nobody outside. It was as if a fist had
connected with the door. I don't believe there's any harm
in Dennis or the ghost in my house, though, and

(14:27):
I don't think all ghosts are evil, at least I
hope not. Next story. Back in nineteen eighty three, I
moved in with my then boyfriend and his dad and stepmother.
I moved out on an island in the middle of
a lake called Lake Pearl. Back in the early nineteen hundreds,
I guess they used this as a camp. I heard

(14:48):
that it burned down and later on someone rebuilt it
into a two bedroom house. I'd heard that a woman
and a young boy died out there a long time ago.
Then in nineteen eighty five or a little later, a
little boy near the house. Their spirits must have figured
that they would all like to come and live with
us four. They liked to play games with all of us.

(15:08):
On one particular evening, we were hosting a square dancing
party out there. Now most of these people are in
their forties or so. There are about four people sitting
on the sofa, and in front of them was a
dish filled with candy. All of a sudden, the dish
went flying. They couldn't believe what they saw. We could
not believe the ghosts were going to act up while

(15:29):
we had company. We had to explain that we had
a not paying tenant here. Also, they were in shock.
Later on in the evening, we were all playing cards
when my boyfriend's aunt asked him, why is your friend
over there wearing knickers? He stated that was not one
of my friends, but she was adamant about it and

(15:50):
ran up the stairs to see him. To her surprise,
there was no one up there. There was also the
smoke ghosts, as I called them. They used to linger
around that night while we watched TV. Sometimes they would
throw a big breeze of cold air at us. We
also heard loud footsteps on the roof, and at one
point we even called the local police to come out

(16:11):
in their boat to investigate. Of course, they found nothing.
Then one night I really freaked out when my boyfriend's
dad was in his room sleeping, and all of a
sudden he let out a scream, help, I can't get up.
Of course, we both went running in there to see
what the matter was. When I switched down the light,
to my surprise, there was a little bump print and

(16:34):
pomp prints on the headboard in the dust. That was scary.
Aund nineteen eighty six, the fallen stepmother bought a house
across the lake and we stayed on the island alone.
On the last day of moving, the step mother jokingly
invited the ghost to move with them. I said, they
won't leave here, they had been here for years. Unbeknownst

(16:56):
to us, they would go. It took them about a
month or so for them to start the games with
my boyfriend's father and stepmother. On one early morning, the
father was in the downstairs bathroom shaving when all of
a sudden, he felt a pinch on his butt. He yelled, hey,
stop at Kathy. Well, Kathy was upstairs in the shower
at the same time. Their presence was well known now.

(17:20):
The next trick they pulled was when the plug to
the sink disappeared for about a year, then all of
a sudden, it appeared in the toilet. One day, my
boyfriend and I moved out and went our separate ways.
In nineteen eighty seven, boy do I miss that place.
Next story, my mother and I moved into an old
house across from the first Church cemetery in Old Weathersfield, Connecticut.

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This was the state's oldest town seldom sixteen thirty four.
The house was sectioned off into five apartments. We moved
into the top apartment near the rear. We stayed in
the apartment for a total of six days before moving
back to our old house. The minute I stepped foot
in the door, I felt uneasy. The landlord was very

(18:05):
weird himself when showing us the apartment, asking me questions
like you feel good here, don't you. The house was
built in sixteen ninety two. I believe the basement was
very strange and creepy. All the original stone foundation existed,
as well as a weird room with just dirt on
the ground. On the second day of living there, I

(18:26):
came home at about five twenty a m. As I
walked by my mother's door, she stopped me and said, please,
don't be freaked out, but I have to tell you something.
She told me that she was awake using the laptop
at five o five a m. And happened to look
over on to the floor at the alarm clock. The
alarm clock began flashing rapidly, and she told me a

(18:49):
voice came out of the clock saying, honey, wake up, honey.
Keep in mind there was no batteries and the clock
was not plugged in the next day, I was sitting
up in my room on my computer at about three am,
well a stereo on very low. I swaw. I kept
seeing something in the corner of my eye near my
open closet. As I continued to type, I heard a noise,

(19:12):
a voice mumbling. I turned down my stereo and I
heard the low, painful man's moaning again. It lost it
about ten minutes and then stopped. The morning was coming
directly from my open closet. Immediately left with a friend.
The next night, I returned home at about eleven thirty

(19:33):
to see my mom at the top of the stairs
with the apartment door open and on the phone crying.
She had told me she heard the same moaning coming
from my closet. She also reported that it got very
cold and the dog was barking at the closet. It
lost it about ten minutes on and off, she said.
I calmed her down a bit and I sat down
the kitchen. It got freezing cold, the computer was going

(19:55):
nuts flashing. They both heard a different moaning coming from
the kitchen window. This time, we left for the night,
not wanting to ever go back. The next day, we
ended up moving back to the apartment because my sister
convinced my mother nothing was wrong and that we were crazy.
Once again. I was at the apartment for the whole
next day since I was furious, my mom wanted to

(20:16):
go back. At about ten pm the next night, my
friend got a voice smel on his cell phone from
my mom saying she left the apartment for good to
go to my sister's house. When I talked to her
the next day, she told me her and my niece
were in the apartment alone. My niece then said to
my mom, Grandma, who's that man talking? The morning was

(20:39):
coming from the closet again. My mom, being a protective grandma,
decided to yell the cloudset screaming leave us alone. The
moaning became more angry and she felt a pain in
her neck. They immediately left the apartment. She showed me
a red mark on her neck, which then became three scratches.
She also had three scratches on her chest. We left

(21:00):
house for good after six days of very strange and
frightening occurrences. I believe there are people renting the apartment
out today. I want to wish them the best of luck.
Next story, I was at my house hanging out with
my best friend. I think it might have been a
Friday or Saturday. I was having a sleepover and it
was around ten pm. Rnking soda and laughing at each

(21:22):
other's jokes. We're the only ones at home, and we
were downstairs in my room. My mother was at work
sometimes she had to work late. My labrador had gone
upstairs to eat out of his food bowl. Then he
came back downstairs to me. We're both choking the dog
because he's so soft. And then all of a sudden,
it got very cold in my bedroom. We checked all

(21:43):
the windows and they were closed. My friend made a
random joke, maybe there's a ghost in here. We both
started laughing. It was still very cold in the room
when all of a sudden, my TV in the living
room upstairs turned on. We both heard it too. I
was thinking, okay, my mom's home already checking the TV.
It appeared no one was up there, and the remote

(22:05):
wasn't right where I had left it. I had left
it on the couch, and now it was on the table,
and my mother's car wasn't in the driveway. After exiting
the room, the TV turned on again. Fifteen minutes later.
Rhanna volunteered to check for wire problems. Even though neither
of us knew how to fix electrical things. I turned
it off and sure enough, it came on. As soon

(22:28):
as I hit the off button, my friend jumped and
got cold, but only upstairs where we were at the time.
We laughed it off and ignored it until my dog
started whimpering but also growling at the same time, toward
the curtain near where I took him out to use
the bathroom. This we were really weirded out by. I

(22:48):
yelled at my dog to shut up, and he did.
When we dashed back downstairs to my room, I made
my dog sleep downstairs with us after my friend left
went back home on Sunday. I started seeing weird things
in my room and I got a few sharers now
and then, and they continued to happen, but I bravely
ignored them. However, a month later this really confused me.

(23:13):
I got the impression that this was a suicidal ghost
wanting to hurt me or something, and is that possible now?
I was about to turn fifteen that summer, and my
mom considered me a responsible person. Usually when I would
be home alone, I would either be in my room

(23:34):
or on the computer talking to my friends online. Of
course I'm paying attention to the computer or something else
besides my hand, unless I'm drawing it would be occupied
by something else, and when I would leave my room
or the computer room, I would look down to see
red scratches and cuts on both my hands. And it
really stung too. It kept happening, then it stopped. Something

(23:57):
was making someone angry. Force kept scratching my hands with
something sharp. When I turned sixteen the following year had
happened again in the late summer months. It worried me
after all that time. I asked my best friend about it,
and she said she thought it might be a poltergeist.

(24:18):
I always keep my nails away from my hands. I
do keep my nails short, but they're not sharp at all.
The images I kept seeing my room, I just didn't
understand them. Now. As a matter of fact, I always
sleep in my back against a wall. It just makes
me nervous to think of going to sleep with my

(24:40):
back exposed. What I see in my room when I
opened my eyes. After that, just as this older looking
woman about her late twenties. Her hair's long waist length,
and black covers her face, and she wears a white dress,
and she has a weird look, knife like she's going

(25:01):
to hurt me. Later that year, I had a dream
of the same exact lady with that weapon, and I
still don't understand what it means. The dream was unimaginably creepy.
Then the following year, which was a Saturday night, I
was home alone with my dog. I was trying to
fall asleep, and it was about a little after midnight.

(25:23):
For some reason, I listed up for about ten minutes.
When I woke up, I felt this very warm pain
on my right upper legs, as if someone had cut me,
and then I felt some gripping pain grabbing my arm.
My leg was fine, but it kind of ached. Also,
every time I moved it got bad, like someone was

(25:44):
trying to pull me out of my bed while I
was half awake. After that, we moved out, and in
a way, I never got an answer to who or
what it was, But I guess I'll just stay ignorant.
It's proferable that way. Next story. I worked for years

(26:04):
in a small office near the older part of town.
The office was built in the sixties. I would an
occasion here someone called my name when I knew I
was the only one there, or i'd get that feeling
that I get when there's a visitor. One afternoon, myself
and a co worker were standing in the hall talking
about the weird feelings that she'd been having in the office,

(26:26):
and then I confess to my experiences. I can only
assume that our discussion about whoever was around mey them
decided to show themselves. I looked up and all I
could see was a face rushing towards me. The image
is still burned in my memory. I jumped out of
the way and landed on the floor, and my friend
was up against the wall. We decided before we would

(26:48):
explain to each other what we thought we saw, we
would first write it down. Our descriptions matched. He was
a tall, thin man in a suit from around the
turn of the century, dark hair, and a handlebar mustache.
The next day we went to the office on a
Saturday and took pictures as we felt something. One picture

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was a distinct cloud over my head, and a shot
taken down in the live library found a young girl
standing at the end of the wall, dress in a
white and blue school uniform or around the same period
as the man. We did some digging into the past
of the property and apparently there was an old boarding
house out there that burned down around the early nineteen hundreds.

(27:31):
And the jail was on that property two for a
short time in the eighteen eighties. I've moved twice since
then and the pictures have disappeared, But the image of
that man that day, I don't think we'll ever disappear
from my mind. Also, during our investigation, we found that
people in the state Attorney's office behind the law office

(27:51):
and sitting on the same property had also seen the
man with a mustache and the little girl on numerous occasions,
even the state attorney himself. Next story. The incident took
place in Austin, Texas, on August fourteenth, nineteen ninety five,
between eleven thirty p m. And midnight. A friend of mine,

(28:15):
who I shall call James, had been going through some
bad times as of late. He had been suffering from
partial paralysis from an injury he had sustained years ago
in a diving accident. His business was failing, his bank
account was dwindly, and since he had lost his lease
to the apartment he lived in, he had to live
with a friend until he could get back on his feet.

(28:35):
As sometimes happened in all of us, James lost hope
and felt that there was no way out, and so
he committed suicide. I was told about this the next
day by a mutual friend of ours. A bunch of
us got together lately to remember him in grieve. Two
nights later, while at a payphone at the corner of
South Lamar and Marton Skyway, which is a willed street.

(28:56):
On the corner, I was talking to a lady friend
when I caught a glimpse of something moving out of
the corner of my eye. Out of my right eye,
I looked to my right across the street and saw James.
He was walking without any sign of paralysis at all.
He looked completely solid as he walked. He looked at

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me and smiled, nodded, and then disappeared. Oddly enough, I
wasn't frightened by the experience, but I sure was surprised.
I went and told another mutual friend of ours of
my encounter, and he told me they'd hear that james
sister in law had also seen him. According to her report,
she was making some sandwiches in the kitchen of the
house she shared with her husband, Drew, who was James's brother,

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when she felt a chill, followed by fiend that she
was being watched. When she turned round James was standing
in the doorway the kitchen, a few feet away from her.
He spoke to her, saying, I'm okay, everything's all right.
Where's Drew? She screamed, and he disappeared. She and I
are the only ones who saw him. Two days later,

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James was taken to Dallas and laid to rest there.
As far as I know, his ghost has not been
seen since.