What Waits in the Shadows | Volume 7 | Podcast E341 - 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
all Indian York.

Speaker 2 (00:20):
What Waits in the Shadows, Volume seven, Story number one.
A whole bunch of weird events have been happening around
my school lately. I attend Learning Clinic, a co ed
boarding school for kids with learning, behavior or social disorders.
The only weird thing I've experienced happened yesterday. I was
walking from Brooklyn Building to Overlook Building when I saw

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a thing, perhaps a squirrel or a bird, go darting
across the road, which is Route one sixty nine. It
moved towards me very quickly on the stone path, and
I thought that I might be able to catch it
as it ran by. On impulse, I stuck my foot
out into its way. Upon impacting my foot, the thing,
what appeared to be some kind of small animal, when

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shooting up my leg, made three circles around my chest,
then zoomed up my neck and jumped or maybe flew
off the top of my head. The overlooked driveway is
a ten foot wide barren rock path, and I searched
around for the creature or whatever it was, but couldn't
find it. And then it struck me how much the

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sensation of a thing climbing me had reminded me of
receiving an electrical shock, and I was very shaken. Due
to many recent reports of ghostly encounters from my fellow students,
I do not believe in ghosts, and thus some hesitant
to even classify my encounter with mystery mammal as a
paranormal experience. How are some things need to be looked

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at for what they are? I can honestly say what
happened was certainly not in concurrence with a normal way
of things as I know it. A couple of minutes passed,
and then I observed a second creature running across the street.
This one I let pass, though I still couldn't get
a good look at it. It looked grayish, probably a quadruped,

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but I couldn't discern much more than that. It ran
down the length of the overlooked driveway and disappeared into
breeze field, a field behind a residential house. I sat
down and waited longer being in no hurry, and observed
two more of the things pass and realizing I was
late for Civics, I hurried into the building, shaken but
not really upset. Next story, my friends and I went

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through a stage where we would hang out a lot
at one girl's house. She her mom, and older brother
had lived there since before she was even born. Her
father had bought the house and had died a couple
of months before my friend Tracy was born. She was
always telling us stories about the house being haunted by
the ghost of her father, but I never really believed her.
Of course, the house did freak me out a bit.

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I didn't like being alone in any one of the rooms,
especially if it was night time. One night I was
sleeping over. We were all in the TV room and
it was late at night. I needed to go to
the bathroom, which was through the kitchen, down the passage
and at the far end of the house. All the
lights were off and the doors between the kitchen, passage
and lounge were closed because her mother was sleeping. The

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light for the kitchen was at the door leading to
the passage, so I had to walk through the dark
kitchen to get to the light. Switch. When I went
into the passage, I closed the kitchen door and hurried
down the pitch black passage. All the bedroom doors along
it were closed, and went into the toilet. When I
came out, I was walking down the passage back to

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the kitchen when I suddenly felt and heard something rush
over my head and down the passage. I didn't really
see you in my eyes, but it felt very black
and kind of shapeless. Of course, I freaked out and
rushed into the kitchen and into the lounge. My friend
said to me, that was probably your father saying hello somehow.

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Oh other friends have also had weird experiences in that house,
hearing the kitchen chairs moving around when they know they're
the only ones there, and that kind of thing. Next story.
My experience happened in late October to early November of
nineteen eighty five or nineteen eighty six, and for years

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I have searched the web and reading materials of World
War II for information regarding the USS Alabama. I gave
up for a while, but recently my interest was aroused
again and there is more information available now on this ship.
I tore this ship with my first husband and two
other couples. No one else was on the ship except

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the six of us, and each couple chose a different route.
I believe there were three painted lines, red, yellow, and
blue at the beginning of the tour, and each route
ran the entire ship, but just not together. Each couple
chose a different route, and we did not run into
each other again because the ship was so long. Arge
a few minutes into the tour, I had the feeling

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of not being alone, that other people were watching us,
and I kept turning around looking for someone, but no
one was ever there. This continued throughout the entire tour
until my husband started questioning me on why I kept
turning around. When I told him, he just scoffed at me.
I never heard any voices or saw anyone or anything,

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but I just had the uncanny feeling of an unseen
presence and some sadness. The only noise is I remember
was something being banged on metal, which I attributed to
settling of the ship. At the very end of the tour,
just before we were to get off the ship, we
saw a sleeping compartment for some sort of lieutenant. I
entered the compartment and sat on the bunk for just

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a second or two, as I was coming out of
this compartment, something snatched a diamond earring out of my
ear not much in pain, but definitely a force, and
not just the earring falling out on its own. I
was upset because I thought, but even if I was
able to find the earring, I would have to go
to a jewelry store to get another back for it,

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because I knew I would never be able to find
the tiny little back to it. When we found the earring,
it was in a corner ten to twelve feet from
where I had been standing, and the back was still
on it. I took this to mean that there definitely
had been something or someone on that tour with us,
and because my husband kept coughing at me, this was
the other person's way of letting me know I had

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not been wrong. This next part may just be my imagination,
or maybe there could have been pictures of some of
the officers on the ship at the time I was there.
I don't remember, but for years I've carried the image
of a tall, thin face, blonde officer in my mind,
no name, just as face. A few weeks ago, when

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I began my search again for information on the ship
One website had pictures and biographies of some of the commanders.
One is the face I have seen in my mind
for years. Unless there were pictures on that ship back
in eighty five or eighty six, there is no other
place I could have seen that face. None of the
books on World War Two I have searched through had

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this man in them. This is the only strange thing
that has ever happened to me. I have been to
the Winchester Mystery House in California, the Oak Alley Plantation
in Louisiana, Civil War Battlefield, parks, et cetera, and never
ever has anything even remotely different happened to me. Next story.

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It was two thousand and two and I was up
at school at Grand Valley State University near Grand Rapids.
Just about every night, my roommate, the two girls that
lived across the hall at the dorm, and I went
to seventy eleven for lack of anything better to do
and our insatiable desire for slurpees. One night, about the
fifteenth of February, we were on our way back to
our rooms around one am or so. I was driving

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to hell Fillmore, this dangerously curvey country road that leads
to the university. When I saw a woman standing in
the road, I hit the brakes, and as I slowed down,
I didn't see the woman any more. I looked around,
and as I started accelerating, I looked through the back
window over my right shoulder. On the side of the road.
I saw a woman there with dark hair and a long,

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light colored dress or nightgown. She was looking at me
and pointing towards us. I looked at my roommate, who
was in the passenger seat, and said her name before
I felt foolish and was like, never mind. When we
got back to our rooms, I told the other three
about it. My roommate seemed to believe me, but the
other girls thought I was seeing things. Later that night,

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while we were going to sleep, I was laying in
my bed looking out the window. Our beds went in
l shape, with the head of mine over the head
of hers, and mine was right in front of the window.
Behind our building was a sidewalk, some trees, and then
a rail before a drop off where it was all woods.
Not many people went back there, especially at night, besides

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the smokers who stood by the door where I couldn't
have seen them as I looked down out the window.
I began to fall asleep. I felt a funny feeling
and open my eyes and look down. There by a
tree was the woman. She was standing there, looking just
as she had on the road, staring and pointing directly
at me. I screamed and jumped out of my bed

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into my roommate. Before I could tell her about it.
We both were unbelievably scared and ran across the hall
banged on the door. We were both crying and half
laughing so hard that it took me a while to
tell them what I saw. Needless to say, I think
we spent the rest of the night in their room.
I called my mother and she told me that she
thought that some one must be watching over me, and

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that I should try to talk to her. I tried
a few times, but didn't see her as clearly again.
On the afternoon of February twenty first, at about two
thirty p m. I was on my way back to
work on Fillmore and I lost control on a curve
in the rain and was hit by an oncoming car.
I remember hearing my own brakes and then looking to

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my right where the oncoming traffic was, but instead I
saw some one sitting next to me looking back at me.
I heard it'll be all right just before I don't
remember anything else. When the ambulance came, I was very
upset and asked where my roommate was, because I was
sure that she had been the passenger seat. They told
me that no one else was there, and if they

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had been, there would be no chance of them surviving.
I insisted there was, but was repeatedly told no. The hospital,
I had many dreams of the woman and the instant.
When I heard the reassurance, my car, a Mercury Topaz,
was totaled. The frame was pushed off of the body,
the trunk was practically non existent, the passenger door was

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ripped from its hinges, and the entire car compacted mysteriously.
The driver's area from the gear shift to the steering
wheel and seat were completely intact, but not a thing
wrong with them. Besides what the jobs of life had
done to get me out, I suffered a lacerated spleen,
lacerated kidney, punctured and collapsed lung, severely broken ribs, and

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other internal injuries. Because my seatbelt had not held an
I was tossed to the back. My parents were told
I had a twenty two percent chance of living and
was touch and go for over a week. Today everything
has healed one hundred percent and I have no lasting
evidence of the accident besides pictures of my car and
a tiny scar from a breathing tube. The doctor said

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they had never seen such a recovery. By all rights,
I should be dead, but I believe the woman was
warning me. Then she comforted and protected me, and she
is the reason I'm still alive today. I have never
seen her or any other spirit or goest, whatever you
want to call them, before or after this accident. Next story.

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We lived in this big house in Scott Township on
swallow Hill Road. We were only the second owners of
this house. The original owner was laid out in the
living room when he died. There was a graveyard right
behind our house, about fifty yards away. If you walked
out the back door in a straight line, you would
have walked directly on my sister's grave. This house was
extremely haunted. Things happened constantly in the day and night.

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Everyone was scared to stay in the house by themselves,
including my stepfather, who was a police officer. Friends had
things happened to them while they were there and would
no longer step on the property. I would have to
meet them in front of my house off the property.
This house had hardwood floors and a very big kitchen basement,
two big fireplaces, and heated floors. At night, we would

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have all of the chairs pushed in at the kitchen table.
Then during the night, almost nightly, you could hear the
chairs move and slide around the kitchen floor. Dishes would
move around, also from one counter to the next. If
you started down the steps, it would stop. You would
push all the chairs in, walk upstairs, and it would
start all over again. When I would go to sleep,

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sometimes I would feel a very hard tap on my
shoulder like a finger. If I didn't look, it would
just keep tapping my shoulder until I looked. When I looked,
no one would be there. Then it would stop as
long as I looked. On other occasions, I had my
blankets ripped off of me and laid out completely flat
on the floor. I had this happened many times. When

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I laid my head on my pillow, I would sometimes
hear voices that hurt my ear drum, like someone was
flicking it. I couldn't understand the voices. I would have
to throw my pillow on the floor and not use
it at night when this would happen. I also had
my bed shake during the daytime and only when my
brother was present. Stuff would happen daily to everyone who

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lived there and people who visited. This was the most
haunted house I have ever lived in, and I don't
ever want to again. I was scared every day. Like
I said, it didn't matter if it was night or day.
It was constant. There's more I could tell you, but
I would have to write a book, so I'll leave
you with what I feel will give you an understanding

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of the word haunted. Next story. Growing up, I heard
that the high school was haunted by a former student.
Apparently the student was struck in the head with a
shot put during Jim Klass and died. Although occasionally you
would hear a rumor of this haunting, I never heard
of a specific incident. I didn't take this story seriously

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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 a jazz combo band.
We would practice at various places, but sometimes we would
meet at school to practice in the band or chorus room.

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I think it was over Thanksgiving vacation when we scheduled
a practice for either a Friday or Saturday morning. All
but one of our members showed up on time, and
after tuning and warming up for a while, we decided
to go call to see where Mark wars. This was
before the age of cell phones, so we went out
to the payphone, which was located next to a series
of doors leading directly into the gymnasium. Although all the

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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 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. While we waited and talked,
we thought we heard some noises coming from the gym

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or downstairs. It 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 time
it seemed to be coming from right behind the door
next to us. Instantly, we got quiet and looked at
the door and shock. Within a split second after this,
the door jolted and flew open towards us. We all

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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 in track,
and I believe we would all have set state records
for 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

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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 guest is this was the ghost 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 they had experiences where doors

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would open and close behind them and felt like they
were being followed. Next story. This is a true and
accurate event that even I wouldn't believe 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
work at the American Legion Post number six. This particular

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post is in a one hundred plus year old building
and it has been a private club for the 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 Ay July. So you can imagine the energy
that runs through this place. Well, one night, at around

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one am, after our shift, we were the bartenders. We
were sitting at the end of the bar, counting at
our tills and talking about the usual gossip, when 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 of previous experiences that
we and other employees had, neither one of us was

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in a big hurry to go to the stage and
check the plugs to be sure that the band hadn't
left the I plugged in it sounded like the same
kind of boom that the kids play through their speakers
in the cars when 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.

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So I started toward the stage very quickly, while telling
myself that it was silly to be afraid and I
needed to just 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 behind the curtain. I went over to the place
where the search protectors were plugged in, and nothing was

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still plugged in. As I turned around, I started 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 breathing, and I don't

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know how long it was before my mother had seen
what was going on. As she yelled, Hey, how the
hell did you get in here? We're closed and we
already locked up. It was then that he just faded.
Oh the hysterics, and my mom was in shock. So
we ran for the door as she was digging in
her bag for the keys, so we could leave. The

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door unlocked and violently swung open. We didn't hesitate to
get out behind us. The door shut and locked all
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

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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
the shelves. We did continue our jobs there, and eventually
we moved on. Nothing as dramatic as that winter night
ever happened to us again, but still all of us

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continued to see, hear, feel, and know that we were
not ever alone. Next story. This happened during my summer
trip to my relative's place. My grandaunt lives in this
lovely town surrounded by a forest covered mountain range. I've
always loved trekking there and have even camped out overnight

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with my cousins. And this was my unteeth. Turp, a
cousin of mine, and I were planning to leave on
a three day trekking and camping trip into the jungle.
At the last moment, my cousin ditched me, taking off
for the weekend with his girlfriend. And now I was
stuck with a camping trip ahead of me but no company.
I decided to go ahead on my own. Now I
was all twenty two years of age and at five

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feet ten inches and packing a solid eighty kilos, I
thought I could take care of myself. Nevertheless, I packed
a Swiss army knife, a machetty, and a solid bamboo stick,
just to be on the safe side. The trip started
off well and by evening I had made good ground.
But then with a failing light, my nerves started giving
out and I realized I was in the middle of

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a jungle all by myself. But being a brave, young
and foolish lad, I went on. I camped after a
while in this natural clearing in the midst of a
thickly wooded area. Soon a hat a roaring camp fire going,
and settled down, leaning against my backpack, helping myself to
tin pineapple slices. The fire in the ambiond soon drove

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away the fear the food was done with, and I
settled down to enjoy a calming smoke. Oh how I
missed that damn habit. Some time later, I thought I
saw something unusual on the other side of the fire.
Not being able to get a clear view because of
the heat haze, I got up. I got to scare
my life when I saw a boy which must have
been seven to eight years of age, clad in just

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a white loincloth, sitting very still on a rock on
the other side. He was staring straight into the fire.
I called out to him in a variety of languages,
but just didn't get a response. The rock he was
sitting on was in the midst of a muddy and
slimy patch, and so I couldn't approach him either, So
I settled myself down. The boy just didn't move and

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went out looking into the fire. I was really spooked
and just sat there, smoking one cigarette after another. This
went on for more than a couple of hours. Finally,
feeling the fatigue of the day catching up with me,
I cuddled up with my machete and went to sleep.
The morning scene was predictable enough, smoking ashes, dew on
the grass, et cetera, and of course the kid had disappeared.

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I went close up to the rock and examined the surroundings.
Not a single footstep or mark. Spooky experience. So did
I then dream up the entire thing? No way. I
had a dozen cigarette stubs lying around his proof of
those tense sleepless hours, and that's the end of the story.
I asked around a lot, but couldn't trace the story

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of a lost eight year old boy living or dead.
Maybe some day I will, but then this remains a mystery. However,
it definitely made a believer out of me. Next story.
In the summer of nineteen ninety nine, my roommate and
I moved into a two bedroom apartment in the Prospect
Heights section of Brooklyn. We had the entire garden level

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you entered under the stoop, plus the basement. The evening
before we moved in, I was painting my bedroom, and
out of the blue, I just felt really cold. This
was during a July heat wave. A creepy cold ran
down my spine and I turned round and I just
felt the cold coming from a corner of the room.
I wasn't scared so much as sad. It was a
very lonely feeling. When we moved in. I bought some

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sage and burned it through the house, and it seemed
to work for a few weeks. Then I felt it again,
so I took the burning sage quite a lot. Then
the laundry list of things started happening. One the door
of my bedroom came off its hinges and fell on
me when I was closing it. Two the microwave broke.
Three the TV broke four, the CD player broke. Five

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the ceiling collapsed in my bedroom. Six the sewage pipe
burst in the basement and it was flooded with six
inches of raw sewage. Seven the electricity went on the
fritz constantly. Eight no matter how we set of, the
refrigerator froze and the freezer refrigerated. Nine my bedroom window
broke while I was away. Ten if you stood in

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a certain part of my bedroom, you could smell this
rot and smell that I could only liken to a
dead mouse rotting. It could have been a dead mouse,
but they decomposed in less than two months. This went
on for nearly two years. Some of this clearly had
to do with an old house, but so much as
such quick succession made us question what was happening. Also,

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appliance was working one day and then just not turning
on the next didn't make sense. I would be sleeping,
and more than once suddenly in my dream there would
be a screaming in my ear, and I would wake
up with a start. It never happened anywhere else before
or since, just when I slept there. Other times I
would awaken the sensation that someone was bouncing on my

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bed after the door fell off its hinges. I hung
a curtain for privacy. When I would awaken the night
from the screaming, the curtains would be blowing about like crazy.
Towards the end, I was sleeping in the living room.
We found another apartment and paid two rents for the
last two months. The only experience my roommate had was

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overly large mosquitoes that seemed to come from no place
and to every place. They kept themselves to a room,
and at night they drove her crazy. One night, I
was at my neighbors upstairs and they sheepishly told me
that they thought the building was haunted, and they related
to me similar experiences to my own. Someone previously had
installed the door knob backwards with a lock on the

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outside of one of the bedroom doors. The girl kept
getting locked in, and then mysteriously the door would unlock
and she could get out. Next story. First, a bit
of background. I live in a fairly small town one
in the northeast of Scotland, popular with tourists, very picturesque
et cetera. The high Street is the main town center

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and has three pubs spaced along it. My partner works
as a bar manager in the last pub as you
leave the high street, the Douglas Arms. The building is
one of the older ones in the town. It was
a coaching stop on the way to Balmorrale and also
at one point had its own brewery on the site,
and is a real rabbit warn of rooms and old doorways.

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The interior has changed at least twice in the last
sixteen years, with new rooms being created and the function
of others changing. When the landlord and landlady decided to
go on their first family holiday and years they asked
my partner Harry and the head chef Taddy, to cover
for them and stay in the hotel rooms above the pub.
I decided to stay to in. Harry and I took

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room eight on the left hand side of the hotel
at the back, just over the lounge bar. Knowing that
when people are staying in the rooms above the lounge
you can hear stairs creaking, et cetera, I was expecting
to hear all the bar noise from downstairs. I didn't
go to bed until almost closing time if I could
help it. The first night, I went upstairs to bed

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alone while Harry and Taddy closed the other bar and
checked that everything was locked up. As I was drifting
to sleep, my heart began racing and I found it
difficult to breathe. I just put this down to being
in a strange room for the first time and tried
to sleep again. I barely closed my eyes when I
began to hear two voices, one male, one female, and

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they seemed to be arguing, although the sounds were muffled
as if I was listening through a small I also
didn't dream at all. Everything was blocked behind my eyes,
highly unusual for me as I have the most vivid dreams.
This was pretty freaky as I knew that no bookings
had been taken for the week and the rooms on
either side were empty. Plus the floors creaked so loud

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I could hear anyone walking in the hall or to
the other rooms. Needless to say, I had a really
crappy night's sleep, but managed to get up at six
a m. And go to my own work. All day,
I felt uneasy and watched my heart would keep racing too.
I got back to the pub and decided to go
up to the room alone and get changed. As I
walked into the room, I felt my pulse race again,

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putting it down to too little sleep. I ran a bath.
I left the bathroom doors open so I could hear
the TV and just tried to relax. No water. I
am quite tall, so I couldn't get stretched out in
the bath, so I was lying on my back with
my legs bent and to the left, and I was
trying to read a book. All of a sudden, I
caught movement out of the corner of my eye just
by the doorway. Turning my head, I couldn't see anything

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and put it down to reflection from the TV or something.
Then it happened again, so I put my book down
and watched the doorway. When I did this, I realized
that it couldn't be the TV screen flickering as it
was pointed towards the bed. After having a long night
in an even longer day, I was rightly hacked off,
so I said out loud, piss off and leave me alone.

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Nothing else happened until later when I went to bed
alone again. As I drifted off, I had the same
pulse racy feeling again. Then the voices came again, a
little clearer this time, but speaking in the same pattern.
Definitely an argument, but I still couldn't hear what was
being said. This time. There was also a light behind
my eyelids, like watching through a hood or from under

(29:20):
a sheet. I don't sleep like this because I hate
having my head covered. After having another crappy nights sleep,
I asked my partner what he thought, and he told
me to ask Taddy what he thought. Tatty told me
that the room we were staying in was right next
to the landlady's room and one of the first times
she had locked up at night. Incidentally, she didn't any more.

(29:43):
She had heard an argument coming from behind the door
of our room, thinking that maybe it was domestic between
two residents, she tried to ignore it. While trying to
ignore it, she was also listening, as you do when
there's gossip, but couldn't hear the actual words through the wall.
She also heard the TV being turned up louder and loud.
Now believing them to be causing a disturbance to the

(30:03):
other guests and possibly about to hurt each other, she
went out into the hall and knocked on the door.
There was no answer, so she called out for them
to keep the noise down and went back to her room.
After a few more minutes, the dints started up again,
so she went down and got the master key, announced
she was coming in, and unlocked the door. She found
the room empty, the bed maid and the TV off.

(30:25):
No one was booked to stay in that room. After
I've been told this, I freaked out. I'd been hearing
the same noises apparently the way back. The room upstairs
hadn't been divided into guest rooms and were used as
a conference room for private parties. One night, after one
such party, a man had discovered his wife had cheated
on him at the party, and they got into an argument,

(30:48):
resulting in him strangling her. We haven't found any exact
reference to this incident, but there have been murders at
the pub. One such incident happened back when the pub
was still hostelry stabling horses and carriages round the back,
with a large courtyard where a restaurant now stands, and
modern times, the first bar maid in the morning would
always find a half pint of Export or drop bitter

(31:10):
sitting on the edge of the bar normally reserved for
staff to put drinks and cigarettes. The drink appeared just
to have a sip taken from it. The lounge doesn't
have a tap for export, so this would have had
to come from some other bar on the other side
of the pub, and another staff working there at the
time would drink Export and certainly wouldn't leave it for
the first shift to clean up. Was later discovered that

(31:33):
a bar maid had been working one morning and had
just poured herself a half pint when a man came
into the courtyard on his horse. He obviously wasn't happy
with the animal or something, because he took his whip
and began to beat the poor thing with it. Not
wanting to get involved, the bar maid took a sip
of her drink and watch from the window, now a
serving hatch. After watching for a few minutes, she decided

(31:54):
to intervene. Left her bier on the end of the
bar and went into the yard. The horseman turned on her,
and after killing his he beat her to death with
the same whip. I would love to find out if
there's any truth to that story, but I believe it
is

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