April 22, 2025 • 26 mins
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Speaker 1 (00:02):
Card.
Speaker 2 (00:02):
In the realm of the unseen, Chrypti is lurking behind
the scene, ghost.
Speaker 3 (00:08):
Whispering in the night, Conspiracies.
Speaker 2 (00:11):
Holding on to side the metaphysical, a positive saw, search
for insis get involved daily is fining across the sky
and failing shoots.
Speaker 4 (00:24):
Oh my, oh my, oh my.
Speaker 3 (00:29):
In the realm of beyond the sigh was far in
the secresy come alive, the sterys on ravel stories unsold,
in the world where the big rainbow steefo oh were
(00:51):
the big pimple stee your fall.
Speaker 5 (00:59):
The.
Speaker 3 (01:27):
Mo behinds staring sec coad mysteries on apple stories, and
so in the world with the ban stearo.
Speaker 4 (01:45):
Oh but big Mammo sr pon.
Speaker 5 (02:00):
To the Big Grimbowski. It's you boy, Where the shadows
speak and the unexplained lingers just beyond the veil. Tonight
we journey into a chilling unknown, into the chilling unknown,
with real encounters shared by those brave enough to speak
about what they've seen and felt. These are not stories.
(02:21):
These are experiences, true, terrifying and absolutely unexplainable. The title
this one is the thing in the attic We'll be
hearing from a man named Dan. In his story, this
(02:43):
first count comes from a man named Daniel, who shared
his experience nonestly anonymously online. He was newly divorced, newly relocated,
and all he wanted was peace. What he got was anything.
But I moved into the house in late fall. It
(03:08):
was an old craftsman charming, a little run down, but
it had history, the kind of place that felt lived in.
I was alone, fresh start, fresh silence. Then about a
weekend I started hearing noises from the attic. At first
(03:31):
it was faint, scratching, light like maybe maybe mice. Told
myself it was nothing. I even went up there with
a flashlight one night. Nothing went dust, insulation, and the
smell of cedar than a sudden thumb. But the noises
(03:52):
didn't stop. They got louder, more deliberate, not scratching, like
something moving, pacing, footsteps above soft creeks, things like that.
(04:17):
One night I was laying in bed when I heard it,
footsteps slow right above me, step step step. I froze, listened.
My heart was pounding so hard to drown everything else out.
Then came the dragging, like something was being pulled across
(04:41):
the attic floor. Heavy, purposeful dragging sound layered over low
ambient hum. The next morning, I opened the attic door again,
went all the way up with my phone and camera
being a crowbar. Still nothing except there was a trail,
(05:07):
a thin groove in the dust, like something had been
dragged from one end of the attic to the far corner.
And there in the corner were footprints bear human looking small,
like a child's. I don't have kids, I never did,
(05:32):
and I hadn't had anyone over that night. I didn't sleep.
I laid there in the dark, watching the ceiling, listening.
Around three point thirty in the morning, it came back
the dragon, and then the hatch of the attic creaked.
(06:00):
I didn't move. I couldn't, I swear to you. I
heard breathing from the hallway, heavy raspy, like something that
had been in the dark for too long, and it
wasn't used to the air. I stayed frozen until the
sun came up. The next day. I called a priest,
(06:24):
not religious and never was, but I was out of ideas.
He came, walked through the house, went up to the attic.
When he came down, he looked pale. He asked me
if I knew who used to live there. I said no.
(06:45):
The priest had told Daniel that the previous owners had
taken in foster children in the nineteen fifties. One child,
a seven year old girl, disappeared one winter and was
never found. Some say that she ran away, others believe
she never left. That addict, a soft wind returns faint
(07:08):
childlike giggle in the background, barely audible. Daniel says, I
sold the house three months later. I don't go into
attocks anymore. And what's funny about this story is I
had a similar encounter. So, as most of you know
(07:32):
by now, I have been in the paranormal field for
some time, and I've had a lot of different experiences.
One being in my mid twenties, I lived in a
apartment that used to be a really big house, big
(07:55):
huge house at one point in time, and they got
divvied into three different apartments. I just so happened to
know some people that were living in one of the
downstairs apartments. Nobody lived upstairs, at least not yet. I
(08:18):
would later later move on and move into that upstairs apartment.
But one night before that, hanging out in that lower
apartment with friends, you could start to hear on the
ceiling the floor above us was sounded like somebody moving
(08:41):
furniture around, just you know, of sliding something large and
heavy across the floor. Now, they had, you know, been
(09:06):
used to this. They've heard this on several occasions, several counts,
so it was no big deal for them. And I
thought that was a rather rather wild situation. So the
(09:26):
next morning I wanted to go upstairs and check it
out and look for myself. Went up there. There was nothing.
The whole place was empty. There was not anything at all.
Now here's where it starts getting a little weirder. The
(09:52):
room in which this sound was coming from was a
bedroom later turned into my bedroom, but at one point
in time a man unlive himself in that room and
(10:18):
he hung himself. So it turns out it was a
kid that I went to school with, a couple of
grades below me. It was his father that had done that.
And now that I'm thinking about it, I imagine the
(10:45):
sounds of the furniture moving was the repeat haunting of
his spirit grabbing a chair or whatever to climb up
on to be able to get his head through the noose.
(11:14):
To me, that's what I think it was. Later on,
I would end up moving into that apartment, as I said,
and sure enough, weird things would happen in there. Like
one day, I was sitting in the living room on
(11:38):
my Xbox three sixty and I was playing I was
playing Call of Duty, he was playing Modern Warfare two.
And I start hearing coming down the hallway footsteps and
I started thinking, well, that's strange. Nobody should be here
(12:01):
right now. So I paused and I waited for someone
to walk around the corner. Nothing and they got it
early quiet. So I ended up getting up off the
couch and I walked over to the hallway. There was
(12:26):
no one there, not at all. And it was little
things like that that would happen all the time, little
thumps and knocks. Very strange, but also not the only
(12:49):
place that I've lived in, And that's sad strange occurrences,
but also when it comes to strange occurrences, yesterday I
woke up sitting on the couch jets scrolling through Facebook,
(13:11):
and I see that a dude that I knew that
was in the music scene with years ago had posted
pictures of him and his son and his wife, and
I was like, huh, I wonder when he ended up
(13:32):
getting together with this person because I had remembered that
his wife had passed away. So I'm looking and I'm
being nosy, and I see that this woman has the
same name. I think that's strange, were the odds that
he ended up dating two people the same name. So
(13:57):
I start digging and I get on her page. She
had made a post last week about how they were
celebrating their thirteenth year anniversary of being married in seventeen
years of being together, and I was like, that is impossible,
because that's the time frame that he was with somebody else.
(14:20):
And I remember her dying. It was a huge sudden thing.
There was nothing she could do about it. But now
she's alive and kicking. We have somehow slipped into another timeline,
different timeline something. But I know for a fact that
(14:45):
woman died years ago, and ass of yesterday she's not anymore.
Blew my mind. Mine fucked me all day yesterday so
fucking hard, absolutely crazy. I couldn't believe it. But another
similar thing like that also happened a while back too.
(15:07):
I had asked my daughter if she had remembered the
horse at her grandparents house, and she said, yeah, it's
(15:29):
over at her aunts and I said, well, what, No,
it's not. She said, yeah, Jasmine is over at my
aunt's And I said, honey, I remember your mother telling
me years ago that that thing died. Because I was
sitting there thinking that there was going to be the
(15:51):
possibility that her grandpa was gonna want to take the
horse and get it processed and have a bunch of
horse meat. That was my that was my initial thoughts, so,
you know, but she tells me, no, this thing is
(16:11):
alive and well, and I'm just like, that's crazy, but okay,
because I remember one of hearing it thinking, well, what
do you do with a horse when it dies? Like
how do you get rid of it? Like you don't
You're not gonna dig a hole for a horse, Like
(16:32):
that's gonna be so fucking big. So I don't know.
Strange high strangeness for sure. So let's see. Our next
(16:59):
one is called the Mirror that Watches Back. This next
(17:24):
account comes from a woman named Rachel, who shared her
story with a paranormal discussion for him in twenty eighteen.
She had just lost someone dear and grief has a
way of blurring the boundary between our world and what
lies beyond. Some objects don't just reflect grief, they watch it.
(17:51):
Rachel says, my grandmother passed away in the summer of
twenty seventeen. She left me a few things, an old
jewelry box, a photo while in a mirror, antique full
length thing in a dark wood frame. She always kept
it in her bedroom, said it had been in the
family since the eighteen hundreds. I didn't think much of it.
(18:13):
I brought it home, put it at the end of
my hallway, right across from the bedroom door. It was
my first mistake. Soft mirror, shimmer effect, glassy chime layered
with a subtle breath sound. At first, it was little things.
(18:35):
I'd wake up and feel like something was wrong, like
I'd been watched. I'd catch myself looking into the mirror
more than usual, just standing there staring. Sometimes I thought
I saw something behind me, a flicker a shadow, but
when I turned the hallway was empty. Soft ticking of
(19:01):
a clock begins, gradually growing louder. One night, I was
brushing my teeth when I saw it in the mirror
over my shoulder. Someone was standing in the hallway, tall, thin,
no faces, a long shadow where ahead should be. I
spun around nothing. When I turned back to the mirror.
(19:28):
It was still there, still watching. I stopped sleeping with
the door open. After that, things got worse. I'd heard
sounds from the hallway at night, shuffling feet. Then I
started seeing myself in the mirror when I wasn't in
front of it. That wasn't me, That wasn't me. One
(20:02):
morning I got up to get ready for work. The
mirror was fogged, like someone had breathed on it. There
was hand prints, small ones pressed against the inside of
the glass. I covered it with a sheet that night,
and I heard the sound again, tap tap tap. I
(20:24):
didn't sleep. Rachel tried to get rid of the mirror.
She dragged it out of the garage. The next morning,
it was back in the hallway. She thought maybe she
was sleep walking or forgetting or losing her mind. Rachel says,
(20:46):
I finally smashed it, took a hammer to it. Shattered
into pieces, but none of them reflected anything, just black,
like the mirror had died or maybe just closed its eyes.
A glass shattered, sound, then deep silence. That night, I
(21:11):
woke up and there was someone standing at the foot
of my bed. I couldn't move, couldn't breathe. I felt
a pressure on my chest, like it was leaning in,
like it was taking something. I blacked out. Rachel moved
out the next week. She never found the pieces of
the mirror, The garage was empty, the trash been untouched.
(21:34):
But every now and then, when she walks past a
reflective surface, she sees someone watching her from the other side.
Crazy stories like that, unexplainable. And some of you might
(21:59):
be not even think that that sort of thing is real,
don't even give it a time of day. But for
a lot of us, these things are far too real
and unexplainable. Things that shake you to your core, things
(22:20):
that make you question your beliefs. What are the truths
of our reality? What are the truths of the other side?
What are ghosts and spirits? Is it demonic? Is it
(22:43):
just the way things are? Or maybe they're stuck stuff
like this is a prison planet and our spirits never leave.
(23:05):
But anyways, I digress. So m H, I wanted to
(23:31):
make this one a little sweet, short and fun one.
We'll testing out a nice little piece of equipment, the
a douta shay E t M Dash zero zero one
(23:55):
external microphone. So howe the clarity on the sound is
a little bit better. But I also did just score
up something real sweet the road wireless. Go to two
channel wireless microphones and boy, oh boy, is the sound
(24:21):
quality on that gonna be fucking supreme. But don't worry.
Start expecting some more of these little ghostly episodes and stories.
And until next time, don't forget to say your prayers
at night for protection, because you never know what's gonna
(24:46):
get you next.
Speaker 6 (24:53):
They can't get around and say I did it with
precision inftray in your mind like a secret organization, received theories,
yet they got me intrigued going on arrival the truth
with these rhymes up received government PLASII Chris societies, the
illuminatis got their eyes on me. Symbols on the dollar bill.
(25:15):
What's the meaning behind a dive deep into the darkness?
Speaker 5 (25:18):
Let the truth?
Speaker 4 (25:19):
One wine, they say, the moon Land and one was
all the big arm bertilious shape shift as they roll
from the sky ken tell's in the air, my control
in the midst. Don't believe what they feed you. You're
trust in the matrix.
Speaker 1 (26:02):
They say, the moon Land, It was all a big
lie reptilian shapeshift as they were from the sky cam
trous in the am I control in the mixed, don't
believe what they feed? Are you just in the matrix
Card.
Speaker 2 (00:02):
In the realm of the unseen, Chrypti is lurking behind
the scene, ghost.
Speaker 3 (00:08):
Whispering in the night, Conspiracies.
Speaker 2 (00:11):
Holding on to side the metaphysical, a positive saw, search
for insis get involved daily is fining across the sky
and failing shoots.
Speaker 4 (00:24):
Oh my, oh my, oh my.
Speaker 3 (00:29):
In the realm of beyond the sigh was far in
the secresy come alive, the sterys on ravel stories unsold,
in the world where the big rainbow steefo oh were
(00:51):
the big pimple stee your fall.
Speaker 5 (00:59):
The.
Speaker 3 (01:27):
Mo behinds staring sec coad mysteries on apple stories, and
so in the world with the ban stearo.
Speaker 4 (01:45):
Oh but big Mammo sr pon.
Speaker 5 (02:00):
To the Big Grimbowski. It's you boy, Where the shadows
speak and the unexplained lingers just beyond the veil. Tonight
we journey into a chilling unknown, into the chilling unknown,
with real encounters shared by those brave enough to speak
about what they've seen and felt. These are not stories.
(02:21):
These are experiences, true, terrifying and absolutely unexplainable. The title
this one is the thing in the attic We'll be
hearing from a man named Dan. In his story, this
(02:43):
first count comes from a man named Daniel, who shared
his experience nonestly anonymously online. He was newly divorced, newly relocated,
and all he wanted was peace. What he got was anything.
But I moved into the house in late fall. It
(03:08):
was an old craftsman charming, a little run down, but
it had history, the kind of place that felt lived in.
I was alone, fresh start, fresh silence. Then about a
weekend I started hearing noises from the attic. At first
(03:31):
it was faint, scratching, light like maybe maybe mice. Told
myself it was nothing. I even went up there with
a flashlight one night. Nothing went dust, insulation, and the
smell of cedar than a sudden thumb. But the noises
(03:52):
didn't stop. They got louder, more deliberate, not scratching, like
something moving, pacing, footsteps above soft creeks, things like that.
(04:17):
One night I was laying in bed when I heard it,
footsteps slow right above me, step step step. I froze, listened.
My heart was pounding so hard to drown everything else out.
Then came the dragging, like something was being pulled across
(04:41):
the attic floor. Heavy, purposeful dragging sound layered over low
ambient hum. The next morning, I opened the attic door again,
went all the way up with my phone and camera
being a crowbar. Still nothing except there was a trail,
(05:07):
a thin groove in the dust, like something had been
dragged from one end of the attic to the far corner.
And there in the corner were footprints bear human looking small,
like a child's. I don't have kids, I never did,
(05:32):
and I hadn't had anyone over that night. I didn't sleep.
I laid there in the dark, watching the ceiling, listening.
Around three point thirty in the morning, it came back
the dragon, and then the hatch of the attic creaked.
(06:00):
I didn't move. I couldn't, I swear to you. I
heard breathing from the hallway, heavy raspy, like something that
had been in the dark for too long, and it
wasn't used to the air. I stayed frozen until the
sun came up. The next day. I called a priest,
(06:24):
not religious and never was, but I was out of ideas.
He came, walked through the house, went up to the attic.
When he came down, he looked pale. He asked me
if I knew who used to live there. I said no.
(06:45):
The priest had told Daniel that the previous owners had
taken in foster children in the nineteen fifties. One child,
a seven year old girl, disappeared one winter and was
never found. Some say that she ran away, others believe
she never left. That addict, a soft wind returns faint
(07:08):
childlike giggle in the background, barely audible. Daniel says, I
sold the house three months later. I don't go into
attocks anymore. And what's funny about this story is I
had a similar encounter. So, as most of you know
(07:32):
by now, I have been in the paranormal field for
some time, and I've had a lot of different experiences.
One being in my mid twenties, I lived in a
apartment that used to be a really big house, big
(07:55):
huge house at one point in time, and they got
divvied into three different apartments. I just so happened to
know some people that were living in one of the
downstairs apartments. Nobody lived upstairs, at least not yet. I
(08:18):
would later later move on and move into that upstairs apartment.
But one night before that, hanging out in that lower
apartment with friends, you could start to hear on the
ceiling the floor above us was sounded like somebody moving
(08:41):
furniture around, just you know, of sliding something large and
heavy across the floor. Now, they had, you know, been
(09:06):
used to this. They've heard this on several occasions, several counts,
so it was no big deal for them. And I
thought that was a rather rather wild situation. So the
(09:26):
next morning I wanted to go upstairs and check it
out and look for myself. Went up there. There was nothing.
The whole place was empty. There was not anything at all.
Now here's where it starts getting a little weirder. The
(09:52):
room in which this sound was coming from was a
bedroom later turned into my bedroom, but at one point
in time a man unlive himself in that room and
(10:18):
he hung himself. So it turns out it was a
kid that I went to school with, a couple of
grades below me. It was his father that had done that.
And now that I'm thinking about it, I imagine the
(10:45):
sounds of the furniture moving was the repeat haunting of
his spirit grabbing a chair or whatever to climb up
on to be able to get his head through the noose.
(11:14):
To me, that's what I think it was. Later on,
I would end up moving into that apartment, as I said,
and sure enough, weird things would happen in there. Like
one day, I was sitting in the living room on
(11:38):
my Xbox three sixty and I was playing I was
playing Call of Duty, he was playing Modern Warfare two.
And I start hearing coming down the hallway footsteps and
I started thinking, well, that's strange. Nobody should be here
(12:01):
right now. So I paused and I waited for someone
to walk around the corner. Nothing and they got it
early quiet. So I ended up getting up off the
couch and I walked over to the hallway. There was
(12:26):
no one there, not at all. And it was little
things like that that would happen all the time, little
thumps and knocks. Very strange, but also not the only
(12:49):
place that I've lived in, And that's sad strange occurrences,
but also when it comes to strange occurrences, yesterday I
woke up sitting on the couch jets scrolling through Facebook,
(13:11):
and I see that a dude that I knew that
was in the music scene with years ago had posted
pictures of him and his son and his wife, and
I was like, huh, I wonder when he ended up
(13:32):
getting together with this person because I had remembered that
his wife had passed away. So I'm looking and I'm
being nosy, and I see that this woman has the
same name. I think that's strange, were the odds that
he ended up dating two people the same name. So
(13:57):
I start digging and I get on her page. She
had made a post last week about how they were
celebrating their thirteenth year anniversary of being married in seventeen
years of being together, and I was like, that is impossible,
because that's the time frame that he was with somebody else.
(14:20):
And I remember her dying. It was a huge sudden thing.
There was nothing she could do about it. But now
she's alive and kicking. We have somehow slipped into another timeline,
different timeline something. But I know for a fact that
(14:45):
woman died years ago, and ass of yesterday she's not anymore.
Blew my mind. Mine fucked me all day yesterday so
fucking hard, absolutely crazy. I couldn't believe it. But another
similar thing like that also happened a while back too.
(15:07):
I had asked my daughter if she had remembered the
horse at her grandparents house, and she said, yeah, it's
(15:29):
over at her aunts and I said, well, what, No,
it's not. She said, yeah, Jasmine is over at my
aunt's And I said, honey, I remember your mother telling
me years ago that that thing died. Because I was
sitting there thinking that there was going to be the
(15:51):
possibility that her grandpa was gonna want to take the
horse and get it processed and have a bunch of
horse meat. That was my that was my initial thoughts, so,
you know, but she tells me, no, this thing is
(16:11):
alive and well, and I'm just like, that's crazy, but okay,
because I remember one of hearing it thinking, well, what
do you do with a horse when it dies? Like
how do you get rid of it? Like you don't
You're not gonna dig a hole for a horse, Like
(16:32):
that's gonna be so fucking big. So I don't know.
Strange high strangeness for sure. So let's see. Our next
(16:59):
one is called the Mirror that Watches Back. This next
(17:24):
account comes from a woman named Rachel, who shared her
story with a paranormal discussion for him in twenty eighteen.
She had just lost someone dear and grief has a
way of blurring the boundary between our world and what
lies beyond. Some objects don't just reflect grief, they watch it.
(17:51):
Rachel says, my grandmother passed away in the summer of
twenty seventeen. She left me a few things, an old
jewelry box, a photo while in a mirror, antique full
length thing in a dark wood frame. She always kept
it in her bedroom, said it had been in the
family since the eighteen hundreds. I didn't think much of it.
(18:13):
I brought it home, put it at the end of
my hallway, right across from the bedroom door. It was
my first mistake. Soft mirror, shimmer effect, glassy chime layered
with a subtle breath sound. At first, it was little things.
(18:35):
I'd wake up and feel like something was wrong, like
I'd been watched. I'd catch myself looking into the mirror
more than usual, just standing there staring. Sometimes I thought
I saw something behind me, a flicker a shadow, but
when I turned the hallway was empty. Soft ticking of
(19:01):
a clock begins, gradually growing louder. One night, I was
brushing my teeth when I saw it in the mirror
over my shoulder. Someone was standing in the hallway, tall, thin,
no faces, a long shadow where ahead should be. I
spun around nothing. When I turned back to the mirror.
(19:28):
It was still there, still watching. I stopped sleeping with
the door open. After that, things got worse. I'd heard
sounds from the hallway at night, shuffling feet. Then I
started seeing myself in the mirror when I wasn't in
front of it. That wasn't me, That wasn't me. One
(20:02):
morning I got up to get ready for work. The
mirror was fogged, like someone had breathed on it. There
was hand prints, small ones pressed against the inside of
the glass. I covered it with a sheet that night,
and I heard the sound again, tap tap tap. I
(20:24):
didn't sleep. Rachel tried to get rid of the mirror.
She dragged it out of the garage. The next morning,
it was back in the hallway. She thought maybe she
was sleep walking or forgetting or losing her mind. Rachel says,
(20:46):
I finally smashed it, took a hammer to it. Shattered
into pieces, but none of them reflected anything, just black,
like the mirror had died or maybe just closed its eyes.
A glass shattered, sound, then deep silence. That night, I
(21:11):
woke up and there was someone standing at the foot
of my bed. I couldn't move, couldn't breathe. I felt
a pressure on my chest, like it was leaning in,
like it was taking something. I blacked out. Rachel moved
out the next week. She never found the pieces of
the mirror, The garage was empty, the trash been untouched.
(21:34):
But every now and then, when she walks past a
reflective surface, she sees someone watching her from the other side.
Crazy stories like that, unexplainable. And some of you might
(21:59):
be not even think that that sort of thing is real,
don't even give it a time of day. But for
a lot of us, these things are far too real
and unexplainable. Things that shake you to your core, things
(22:20):
that make you question your beliefs. What are the truths
of our reality? What are the truths of the other side?
What are ghosts and spirits? Is it demonic? Is it
(22:43):
just the way things are? Or maybe they're stuck stuff
like this is a prison planet and our spirits never leave.
(23:05):
But anyways, I digress. So m H, I wanted to
(23:31):
make this one a little sweet, short and fun one.
We'll testing out a nice little piece of equipment, the
a douta shay E t M Dash zero zero one
(23:55):
external microphone. So howe the clarity on the sound is
a little bit better. But I also did just score
up something real sweet the road wireless. Go to two
channel wireless microphones and boy, oh boy, is the sound
(24:21):
quality on that gonna be fucking supreme. But don't worry.
Start expecting some more of these little ghostly episodes and stories.
And until next time, don't forget to say your prayers
at night for protection, because you never know what's gonna
(24:46):
get you next.
Speaker 6 (24:53):
They can't get around and say I did it with
precision inftray in your mind like a secret organization, received theories,
yet they got me intrigued going on arrival the truth
with these rhymes up received government PLASII Chris societies, the
illuminatis got their eyes on me. Symbols on the dollar bill.
(25:15):
What's the meaning behind a dive deep into the darkness?
Speaker 5 (25:18):
Let the truth?
Speaker 4 (25:19):
One wine, they say, the moon Land and one was
all the big arm bertilious shape shift as they roll
from the sky ken tell's in the air, my control
in the midst. Don't believe what they feed you. You're
trust in the matrix.
Speaker 1 (26:02):
They say, the moon Land, It was all a big
lie reptilian shapeshift as they were from the sky cam
trous in the am I control in the mixed, don't
believe what they feed? Are you just in the matrix
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