2025 Listener Experience Recap: Part 1 | 467 - Paranormal Mysteries

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Speaker 1 (00:05):
Tonight's episode is brought to you by my newest supporters, Macey,
Karen and Jared. Thank you so much for making the
show possible. Tonight, I'll be revisiting some of our most
memorable listener experiences of twenty twenty five, and since I'm

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currently busy working on new episodes for the new year,
I thought this would be a good time to look
back before looking to the future. This will be a
multi part episode and each part will be a couple
of hours in length, and I think you'll enjoy what
I put together. We have a lot of experiences to
get to, so let's begin. Thank you for joining me,

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and welcome back. I'm your host, Nick Ryan. Tonight's experience
comes to us from Jamie and Jamie's encounter is called
Cloaked UFOs. Jamie says, Hi, Nick, I just started listening
to your podcast last year and have since binged every episode.

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I appreciate you giving a voice to those of us
who have experienced something unexplainable, like myself. I have had
many brushes with the paranormal throughout my life, and I
would like to share something that has had me scratching
my head and hoping that somebody could shed some light
on it. For me, this is going to be long,
but it has to be in order to include everything.

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I live in a mountain community in the Sierra Nevadas
of California. My house is nestled in a box canyon
next to some beautiful rock face features. This will come
into play later. I often have to go to town
to get things done, such as doctors appointments, grocery shopping,
and things of that nature. In May of twenty twenty,
I had gone down to town like normal and was

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returning home. It was about one thirty in the afternoon,
and it was a bright sunny day and I was
just driving along, listening to music at full blast. I
was coming up to a right hand turn off, and
just as I passed the road, I noticed something up
in the sky to my left. It was about twenty
to thirty small objects hovering in a circle formation. I

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was driving with other people on the road, going in
both directions on a curvy mountain road, so I wasn't
really able to fix my gaze on it. I was
glancing at it with curiosity and wonder while trying not
to be a menace on the road, trying to get
a better look at it. I pulled my sunglasses down
my face just to see the quote unquote Armada disappear.

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I then put my sunglasses back into place, and I
was able to see it once again. I was wearing
polarized sunglasses, and anyone who wears them knows that there
are things that you can see which them that you
cannot without. At this point, I was thinking that the
sun was hitting something in my vehicle in such a
way as to reflect something onto my window. However, I

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could only see it with my sunglasses on. I tested
out this theory by pulling them down and it disappears,
then putting them back on and I could see it again.
I did this a few times. I looked around my
car to see what could be the cause of this reflection,
and I do have a car fragrance holder that could
possibly be the culprit. After about one minute of driving

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and doing this, I passed some trees and it disappeared
from view. I chalk this up to a weird reflection phenomena,
and I was satisfied with that explanation. Further along, though,
I had turned down my road to make the last
leg of my journey to paint the picture. It looks
like this. You turn down the road and are facing

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the mountain side where the big rock face features are
made up of granite. You travel along this road for
about one mile before it starts ascending along an old
road that we call a grade, and this leads you
into the Box Canyon or my houses. I was understandably
still looking toward the sky when about a half mile
in I saw it again, still on a winding road.

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I was keeping my eyes on it until I got
a clear view of where I could comfortably pull over.
It was hovering in the sky, and I was finally
able to look at it at my leisure this time,
and I was really able to take it all in.
I rolled down my window to rule out the reflection theory,
and I sat there noticing all the details. Each object

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was slightly bell shaped and seemed to be rotating at
different speeds. They seemed to have different finishes on each
side that flashed while it rotated. One side appeared dark
gray in color, one side appeared reflective in color, and
one side appeared invisible, and it would rotate through these finishes.
The objects were not aligned in these finishes so that

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they appeared different finishes from each other, but would periodically align,
and as such, they would all become reflective or dark
gray for a millisecond. Now I don't know if this
was exactly the case, but it was the impression that
I got. I was doing the sunglass thing again just
to make sure that I was seeing what I was seeing,

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and again I could only observe these things while my
polarized sunglasses were on. After watching for probably about thirty seconds,
I decided to take a video, though I had no
real hope of filming anything extraordinary because of the nature
of them. As I watched, they flowed out of their
circle for a second and formed a rough line, and

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then they flowed back into the circle. I watched this
for close to two minutes before all the finishes aligned
on invisible and it was gone. The video I took
isn't anywhere near what I witnessed, but there is something
that you can see briefly twice in the recording, and
I can pass that along to anyone who might be
interested after this. Once I got home, I told my

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son about what I had just seen, and he asked
me why I hadn't taken my sunglasses off. And held
them over the camera, to which I had to admit
that I was clearly not as smart as him. Now,
fast forward to October of twenty twenty four. I work
at a small school that is just down the road
from me as a teacher's aid. It's situated on the
ridge of the Box Canyon in which I live, and

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you can look down into the canyon from the playground.
I was on yard duty with another aid during recess
when she asked me what are those birds doing. I
was not wearing my polarized sunglasses, as they are expensive
and when you work with children, you don't keep expensive
things around. However, she had a pair of cheap polarized sunglasses.

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I looked in the direction that she was looking, and
I didn't see anything. Now, this was around ten fifteen
am and it was a bright, sunny day with absolutely
no clouds in the sky. I then asked her what
she was seeing, and she said that there were a
lot of birds in the sky, but that they didn't
seem to be acting normal. I was training my eyes

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very hard to see anything, and I was able to
see brief streaks if I looked hard enough. She said
that they were everywhere and then she gave me her
sunglasses so that I could see, and sure enough, they
were everywhere. Now, these weren't set up in a formation
like the last ones that I saw, and they seemed
to be acting like birds, But it gave me the
feeling you get when confronted with the uncanny valley phenomena,

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So there was surely something off that my subconscious was
picking up on. I gave her back her sunglasses and
we started trying to figure out what exactly that they were.
Now I'm into wind sports, and I was able to
give a fair guess as to the elevation of these things,
and I know that birds don't usually fly that high.
She kept saying that they keep disappearing behind that cloud,

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but trust and believe me when I say that there
was no cloud. She then said that you can sometimes
see clouds with the polarized sunglasses that you can't easily
see with the naked eye. However, my rejoinder to that
was that if the cloud was thick enough to hide them,
I should be able to see it. I asked her
for her sunglasses once again and tried to get a
video with them over my camera. However, my camera just

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kept focusing on the sunglasses, not on them, so that
was a no go. We were watching them for probably
a solid three minutes when one of the little girls
came up and asked us what we were looking at.
Without saying a word, My coworker took off her glasses
and gave them to the girl, and then I told
her to look up. I watched as her expression went

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from curiosity to her jaw dropping open in pure awe.
She then said, they're shiny. Then she took them off,
handed them back and asked us what are those, to
which we could only shrug our shoulders. Then the bell
rings and recess was over. As the children are finally
back to class, my coworker remained where she was still watching.

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Then I saw her shake her head and say I
didn't just see that. I asked her what she saw,
and she said that the cloud sparkled and then everything disappeared.
I told her that they weren't birds and that that
was not a cloud, and she said, no, no, it wasn't.

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It was really nice to not be alone this time,
but it is still a mystery as to what it
could have been. I truly appreciate you sticking with me
through this, but it is something that has really stayed
with me. I'm hoping somebody out there has had a
similar experience or could tell me what they possibly could
have been. Sincerely, Jamie. I asked Jamie several questions about

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both experiences, and I requested more information regarding the locations
of the sidings, and Jamie had this to say, I
live in the mountains just northeast of Presno, California. During
the second sighting, it seemed as though they were much
higher in the sky, but it was really difficult to
tell now that I've mapped it out, though it kind
of falls in line. It was very strange. Indeed, I

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didn't feel any fear during either of my sightings, just
a deep sense of awe and wonder. I was really
just trying to place them in my mind, thinking of
and dismissing possibilities of what they could be. It was
the second sighting where I felt the uncanny valley feeling.
It seemed as though they were trying to mimic birds,
but only almost pulling it off. The girl who came

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over and looked at them solidified my suspicion as well
when she made the comment that they were shiny, and
that she couldn't place them either. I was talking with
my daughter on the phone about the sightings that I
had had and made mention of the fact that I
am just right over the mountains from Groom Lake. She
was floored, so I sent her the following picture. It

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was a very strange experience, and now my husband is
constantly looking for them in the sky. I wouldn't mind
seeing them again, as it did not instill any fear,
and I'd like to maybe get a firmer grasp on
what it was. Thanks again, Jamie. Our next story of

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the Evening comes to us from Rebecca, and Rebecca's experience
is called Entering a Void. Rebecca says, Hi, Nick, First,
I'd like to start off by thanking you for giving
people a place to share their experiences without feeling judged.
I started listening to your podcast a few months ago
and I enjoyed very much. I'm not much of a writer,

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so I will do the best I can to convey
the experiences I've had which have led me to question
my previous notions about the paranormal. I will say that
I've experienced odd things my whole life. These were things
that I experienced by myself, so I was always able
to fall back on the idea of them being just hallucinations,
or an overactive imagine nation, or even tricks of the light.

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The first experience I will share will sound familiar to
many people. The second one, though, I'm afraid, will not,
which is why I'm choosing to share it with the
hope that there are answers out there. I will begin
with the first thing that really shook me. The event
itself happened when I was sixteen. It was nineteen ninety
eight and the Internet wasn't really useful for research yet,

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and it was often more of a pain to use
than it was worth. So I had no way of
knowing that what I saw that day was something that
is commonly seen by people all over the world. I
was in my bedroom getting something out of my closet.
It was the afternoon and it was still light outside.
When I turned around, I saw a man. He was
made of a shadow, wearing a fedora type hat and

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a trench coat that seemed to be billowing behind him.
He was gliding through my room. His hands seemed long
and pointy, like they were blurred from his speed. It's
like he was gliding, but his body was in the
position of someone sprinting, and it wasn't a smooth glide.
My view of him was choppy, like I was watching
an old silent film. He came through my window, across

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my room and went through the opposite wall. I imagined that
if he kept on running, he would have crossed the hallway,
gone through my parents' room, and then out of the house. However,
I didn't think much of it. I didn't feel scared,
and he didn't seem evil. He seemed unfazed by me
or any physical thing for that matter. I was confused
as to why I wasn't scared, which led me to

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think that I was just imagining it. Fast forward roughly
twenty five years later, and I saw the same figure
standing by my bedroom door, but for just a few seconds. Again,
I wasn't scared, but I decided to google what I
had seen, and it was then that my blood ran cold.
I started shaking. I couldn't believe this was a very

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common figure that people have seen. I ran down the
hallway with my laptop to show my husband, as I
had shared my experience about this hat man with him before.
After the initial shock and fear. I felt a wave
of comfort come over me. I felt like maybe the
hat man is a friend or even a guardian of sorts.
This feeling of comfort and validation is why I decided

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to share this next experience, because I have yet to
find anything like it recorded anywhere on the Internet, and
I'm hoping that someone else has seen or at least
heard of something similar. That is because, unlike the hat man,
this experience did scare me and I could really use
some insight. This happened at a park in Fresno, California.

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The name of this park is Kearney Park. Before it
was a city park, it was the property of a
very rich man who passed away in nineteen o six.
His house, which we call Kerney Mansion, is still on
the site. I won't spend too much time on the
history of the park, but I have heard ghost stories
about it my entire life. I've heard everything from the
ghost of a housekeeper who looks out the windows of

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the mansion to the spirit of a mischievous young girl
who lives in the trees and is seen hopping from
one tree to another. But I have never heard of
anything like what my friend and I were about to experience.
On this evening, we were camping there as we were
part of the annual Renaissance Fare that is held at
the park every November. Those who participate with the fair

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often stay on sight and we all hang out. After
the fair closes and the visitors leave, my best friend
and I decided to go on a walk away from
the crowd. I'm not sure what time it was, but
it was likely between nine PM and eleven PM. This
park has a lovely path that winds through the property.
It is lined on both sides with very old olive

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trees that create beautiful arches over the path in some places.
On this night, it was foggy and the moon was
very bright, giving everything an extra lovely glow. This was
not our first night walk down this path, and the
moon was bright enough that we could see without a flashlight.
The fog was very thin and not obscuring our view,
as we could see well off the path. Once we

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got about halfway down the trail, we both stopped dead
in our tracks. After about five seconds of staring in disbelief,
we both simultaneously turned around and started walking quickly back
toward the fair. I remember asking her what the hell
is that? And she told me to just keep walking.
The only word that I've come up with to explain

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what we encountered ahead of us is a void. This
thing was like a huge black hole that had opened
up on the path. It wasn't on the ground, but
ahead of us and hovering just off the ground, and
it looked like we could step into it and disappear forever.
It was silent, It was halfway on the path and
half off. It seemed it was just nothingness, total blackness

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where there should have been moonlight and trees. What is
so confusing to me, besides the void itself, is the
fact that we both immediately felt compelled to get away
from it as quickly as possible. My friend is very
comfortable with paranormal things and not easily frightened, and we
are both naturally curious people. But what we saw that
night really scared us. It felt angry and dark. I

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even kept looking back, afraid that it was following us.
We told our friends what we saw when we got back.
They listened, but they didn't seem concerned. And I don't
blame them. I am sure that I would have had
the same response that night in my tent. I kept
imagining it coming for me, like it was angry that
we had disturbed it. But the rest of the weekend

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was uneventful. We have gone through every logical possibility that
we can think of, and none of it fits. We
just can't seem to rationalize this event away. We have
since gone back to that trail at night on the
same weekend with other people, and we have not encountered
the thing again. And I often ponder what I would
do if I ever did encounter it again. If anyone

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has had any similar experiences or has any knowledge of
such things, I would be very grateful to hear about it.
Thanks again for giving us a place to share our experiences.
Peace and love to all. Our next experience comes to

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us from Monica. In Monica's experience is called a ghost
of my neighbor's parents. He Nick, I love your podcast
and I listened to it whenever I travel. I wanted
to share my story. Apologies if anything doesn't make sense,
as English is not my first language. It was in

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two thousand and seventeen and I was in university. I
moved into this incredible shared apartment with five other people.
The place was huge, a classic art nouveaux apartment right
in the heart of a beautiful and historical city in
Czech Republic. The apartment had everything, four big separate rooms,
high ceilings, old wooden parquet floors, double wooden windows, and

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even those cool glass paneled doors that let light through
but obscure everything else. My room was next to the kitchen,
and at first it felt like a dream. But then
the weird stuff started happening. It began with the creaking.
At night. I would hear the floorboards in my room
groaning like someone was walking around. Not random creaks, but

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actual deliberate footsteps. I kept telling myself it was just
the old wooden floors settling, but the sound wasn't random.
Every single night, I'd hear those steps enter my room
and walk right up to my bed. My bed was
a double pushed up against the wall with space to
walk around both sides. The footsteps would stop by one

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side of my bed, and when I rolled over in fear,
I would hear them move to the other side. I
can't even describe how scared I was. The Only thing
that helped was leaving the light on. For some reason,
the footsteps weren't as loud when the light was but
they never stopped entirely. I started losing sleep. Desperate for

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someone to believe me. I invited my sister, my roommate,
and even my boyfriend to stay over so they could
hear it. However, every single time someone else was there,
the apartment was completely silent. No creeks, no footsteps, nothing.
It was like the place was mocking me. Then one
morning I woke up and noticed one of my windows

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in my room was wide open. Now these weren't modern windows.
They were heavy, double pane wooden ones with a latch
that you had to rotate all the way around just
to open. It wasn't even a window that I had
ever touched. Because it was set high up near the ceiling,
there was no way it just opened on its own.
Then things got even stranger. One of my flatmates started

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complaining about us leaving the kitchen light on at night
because it was shining through the glass panel doors and
keeping him awake. But here's the kicker. The light bulb
in the kitchen had burned out months ago and no
one had replaced it. There was absolutely no light to
leave on. The footsteps kept coming. They seemed to last

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longer and get closer with every passing night. Sometimes they
didn't stop until four or five in the morning. I
started feeling like whatever was making those sounds wasn't just walking,
it was watching me. One night, I was lying in
bed scrolling on my phone when a water bottle that
had been sitting securely next to me suddenly tipped over

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and fell to the floor. There was no way that
it could have rolled off on its own, as there
was at least fifty centimeters of space between it and
the edge of my mattress. The final straw came. A
few nights later. I heard the familiar footsteps again, but
this time I felt a light tug on my blanket.
That was it. I couldn't stay there another night. I

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packed up my things and made arrangements to move out
as quickly as posts. As I was moving out, I
bumped into one of our neighbors, a sweet, elderly woman
who lived on the same floor. She told me how
sad she was to see us go, and she said
that we had been such nice tenants. Then she casually
mentioned something that made my blood run cold. She told

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me that she had grown up in that apartment with
her parents, who had since passed away, and then she said,
they liked you, you know, they're probably sad to see
you leave. I froze. My mom, who was helping me move,
looked at me and I could see that she was
just as freaked out as I was. Finally someone believed me,

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But at that moment, I didn't feel comforted at all.
Looking back, maybe the presence in that apartment wasn't trying
to hurt me, maybe it was even friendly, but I
never felt safe there. Even now, when I think about it,
I get chills. I've had other paranormal experiences, but this
one was different. It went on for so long, and

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I'll never forget how it made me feel. It's hands
down the creepiest thing that I've ever been through. Thanks
for reading and take care with love Monica. Tonight's experiences
come to us from Donna, and this is her story.

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Hi there. I have come across your podcast months ago
now and have listened to them all, most likely more
than once, and I eagerly await the next one. But
I thought I would have a go at sending one
in myself. For as far back as I can remember,
I've had plenty of experiences, some you could explain away,
but some I can't and they have been backed up
by other people, so how can I deny them. I

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have recently started documenting in a type of book all
the ones that I can remember, and to bulk it
out a little, I have added some that my parents
have told me over the years that they have experienced.
There is a fair few to go on up to now.
But the events that I want to tell you about
is one that was both heartwarming but sometimes terrifying all
the same. This one is called Nana and you will

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find out why. But things were not just witnessed by
me alone, So here it goes. So me and my
partner at the time lived in a one bedroom a
three floor flat converted from a three story house in
Bridlington with our then three year old daughter. Long story short,
it was not big enough for a family of three,
so we were looking for somewhere else, and the activity

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in that flat alone was enough to make us want
to move. So we found a three bedroom house that
was closer to my parents. It was my childhood home
and it was our first proper family home. My daughter
had her very own room, which I loved decorating for
a little girl. All was well, and we were happy.
It was a three bedroom house and a quiet cul
de sac with a garden and a car port and

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even a garage. We really felt like we were going
up in the world. We could decorate how we wanted
and we could do what we like as lung as
we looked after it, and we did just that. It
was cozy, and my daughter settled in like a dream
pretty much straightway, and she loved having her own room.
She was loving it. We were loving it. It was
so homey and that never really changed up until we

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moved out. So it started with movement in the hallway,
like shadows. We had the wood and glass slatted door
with a vestibule type hallway leading to the stairs so
you could see the lights from cars if you were
sitting in the living room with the door closed, so
you could identify any change in light or whether or
not a car was pulling into the cul de sac.

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It started the very first week we were there. We
would both see shadows moving from the living room door,
as if someone was walking toward the stairs to go
up them. They were darker than the actual darkness itself,
which is how we could tell that it wasn't movement
from outside. It was even different than if someone would
have walked that same direction, But we got pretty much

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used to this. It was fairly often at night, especially,
and when you have lived with things frequently going bump
in the night for so long, you kind of take
more notice of things like this. My ex I'll call
him be, was fairly skeptical, and even with the things
going on in the previous flat that neither of us
could explain, he was still skeptical. But that's a story

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for another time. Anyway, things started getting more and more active,
so he couldn't really ignore it. But things started getting
even more real when my daughter started picking up on things,
which happened later. So really it just started with shadows,
which after a month or so, we could joke about
it and make conversation, like if the door creaked a jar,

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we would just say, oh, come in, which, in my naiveness,
was probably a silly thing to do, as I wouldn't
dream of saying that now, because what you invite in
renders you powerless. Apparently, at least according to Max, the
head vampire in the movie Lost Boys. We go to
bed at maybe nine thirty p m. And put on
a DVD to fall asleep to. It was just our

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thing and it was the two pints of Lagger and
a packet of Crisps box sat It's an amazing series
if you haven't seen it, and it's still my favorite
series even now. So anyway, like I said, it started
with the shadows. We got used to those. But the
way the living room was planned out, it was quite long,
so we had our living area, but it extended further

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with a hatch in the wall looking into the kitchen.
We had another sofa along the back wall with the
coffee table in front of it. Then in front of
that was a chair looking into the living area. Well,
I was home alone watching TV, and out of the
corner of my eye I saw what looked like a
little white Westy dog run from the sliding door on

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the kitchen, past the sofa and around the coffee table.
It startled me, but I was wondering how the hell
had got in, so I obviously got up to check
it out. There was no sign of the dog, but
I looked towards the back door in the kitchen, which
was bang opposite the sliding door to the kitchen from
the living room, and it was closed. Obviously I was

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home alone and would have no reason to have the
back door open for any reason, and there was no
way for anything to get in otherwise. I couldn't, for
the life of me explain it. I definitely saw it,
but there was no evidence of it even being there. Baffled,
I sat back down and carried on watching whatever daytime
rubbish I used to watch. But it was just little

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things like that at first. Around two weeks later, we
had gone to bed at the usual time and my
daughter had been fast asleep for a good couple of
hours by now. I put on our DVD and I
heard the pots that we had left in the sink
being messed with, as well as other movement in the kitchen.
As I said, we had a sliding door in the
kitchen and it was directly below our bedroom, so you

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could hear it on the runners, and we heard it
either open and then close or vice versa. We heard
it twice and we just froze listening to It. Was weird,
knowing we were literally looking at each other, but we
were listening to these noises literally beneath us, knowing that
there was no one there. B then went downstairs, expecting
to be confronted by a robber and an apron, but

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there was nothing there. This went on nightly for around
two months, and we sort of got used to it,
but it never stopped being unnerving hearing something you can't see. Anyway,
it kind of became our roomy. We carried on as
normal and we would even acknowledge the presence. They must
have liked that we did that because we felt like

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it became more present, but there was never any malice.
It seemed to be a helpful spirit, and it became
more and more helpful as time went on. But things
eventually went a bit sour. I felt pregnant, and even
though it wasn't planned, we felt ready and my daughter
was at a great age for us to start with another.
We were all for it, and we started planning like

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you do. I won't go into too much detail, but
after a few weeks, I unfortunately found out on my
birthday that the baby didn't have a heartbeat. This is
important because it was when things began to get weird.
So we had just got back from the hospital. I
was an autopilot, and my mom had planned to come

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over and see me to give me my gifts, which
she did. Once I returned home, However, she was a
little reluctant to give me them. Be went out to
clear his mind, knowing that I would be okay with
my mom there, and to be honest, it was really
one of those instances when you really only want your mom.
So she handed me the gifts, and I know why

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she was reluctant to give me them, because they were
charms for my charm bracelet, a little shoe, a rattle,
and a little dummy or a pacifier for any Americans listening.
They brought me comfort in a weird way, but obviously
for her it was the wrong timing. I reassured her,
though that I loved them and I wore them. From
then on, we grieved our loss in the way we

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knew how b had gone out as was previously planned,
as I was no company. I just wanted to be
in my own and it was while he was out
with friends that the inevitable happened. I had lost the baby,
and I felt so alone, more alone than I had
ever felt. But then all of a sudden, I wasn't alone.

(31:21):
She made her presence known like a little I'm here.
I just had an overwhelming sense of being watched over
and a warmth. It had in no way pulled me
out of the depressed state that I was in, but
I was well aware of the comforting presence. I just
sat on the top step and cried with the hopelessness
and grief, but I know that I felt somebody there.

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Time went by, as it does with the usual happenings, shadows,
noises in the kitchen, and I even saw a little
Westy dog a couple more times too. It always took
the same route around the back of the room, across
the front of the sofa, and then disappeared behind the chair.
One night, I was putting my daughter to bed and
was sat beside her on her bed, tucking her in

(32:06):
and saying night night, love you, and see you in
the morning. She was always really good at bedtime. She
was in a toddler bed, but once she was in it,
she stayed there till morning. But in this instance she
just bolt upright and put her arms out. I thought
that she was gesturing to me for another cuddle, but
as I went towards her to cuddle her back, she
waved me away and put her arms out, reaching past

(32:29):
me and towards the corner. Of the room. She just
smiled this big, excited grin and said Nana. Well. The
tiny hairs on the back of my neck spiked up.
She had never heard that word before, as she called
my grandparents nanny and Grandad, and thee's parents insisted on
being called Yahya and Abu, so there was no reason

(32:52):
for her to have even heard that name. Now. She
didn't seem threatened or frightened in any way, not like me.
On the other hand, it was as if if she
was welcoming her. So I told her night night once again,
tucked her in once more, and I left the room.
About an hour later, I went to check on her
and I listened through the door and I could hear
her chatting to well nothing, So I listened for a while,

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but she wasn't forming sentences all that well at that point,
so I couldn't really understand much of what she was saying,
but she was definitely conversing with someone. I then left
it and she eventually just went to sleep. That freaked
me the hell out because it was my daughter that
had seen her. My mom usually called in to see
me for a brew and a natder maybe every couple

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of days on her way home from work pretty much
without fail. But on this one particular day, a few
weeks after my daughter and I had our encounter, she
called in as usual, but on this day it was
all about to become very real. So as my mom
finished her cup of tea handed me the cup and
stood up to leave in her usual fashion, I had

(33:58):
put our cups in the kitchen and walked back through
the room to walk my mom to the car. And
as I did, I scooped my daughter up and I
sat her on my hip. I didn't bother putting shoes on,
as the car was only parked just at the end
of the path. I was conversing with my mom on
the way to the car, and she was parked facing
the exit to the cul de sac, so she could
basically drive straight out. As she sat in the car,

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she only had to look at me, and she would
also be looking in the direction of the car port
that I mentioned earlier. Well. As she sat in the
car and closed the door, she looked at me to
say goodbye, and she looked past me, and as soon
as she did, she went sheet white. I saw the
color drain from her face in real time, as she
couldn't seem to take her gaze away from that area

(34:44):
for a good few seconds. She then all of a sudden,
shot into action and she started the car, put her
belt on, looked at me in a really solemn kind
of way, and she said, I have to go, and
then she just drove off. Now, obviously I thought this
was weird, and I started walking back toward the front door. Now,

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as I said before, I had a car port and
it was between the house and the garage, which we
didn't use. So as I got back into the house
and closed the door, I set my daughter back down
and she ran off to play with her toys. I
couldn't shake that feeling that there was something not right
about the way my mom left so hastily. I was
thinking all sorts of things, and I didn't like it.

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She would have been home literally five minutes after she left.
So I texted her and the conversation went something like this.
I said, Hi, Mom, hope you are okay. Why were
you in such a hurry all of a sudden? I
hope everything is okay. She responded with I love, No,
everything is fine, don't worry. I then said, I was

(35:48):
worried you were unwell. How come. You left so abruptly,
and Mom said, I don't think I should tell you.
I don't want to scare you with being home on
your own. So I said, well, now I am, I'm scared.
What is it? Please tell me. Mom then said this, Okay,
I just saw an old lady in your car port.

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Now at this point I scoffed myself, thinking that my
mom was pranking me. Are you kidding me? I said no,
Mom said, I'm being dead serious. There was an elderly
lady that stood at the gate at the front of
your car port. She was just standing there and smiling
at me. It was then that I got chills, but
I didn't have to ask any more questions as she

(36:30):
was quite forthcoming with the details. Mom went on to
say this, The woman was just resting her hands on
the gate and just smiling at me. She was wearing
a white collared T shirt with a floral skirt similar
to what your grandma wears, with a blue cardigan and
a mucky apron. She looked at me, smiled, and then
drifted off diagonally towards the back of your car port.

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And that's when I left. Now, needless to say, I
got mine and my daughter's shoes on pretty sharpened and
I went to c be at work ten minutes down
the road. Now please keep in mind the apron. So
I had no reason not to believe my mom, but
I had to do some digging to see what I
could find out. But it turns out I didn't have

(37:14):
to do much digging. Since my daughter was around two,
I went to a group that was set up for
young moms. The mums would do crafts and have a
couple of hours child free, and the kids went into
a room ran by the nursery staff. It was a
council run thing, and it was a lifesaver at that time.
It was good that she made friends, and so did I.
It was a really good group. And one of the

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ladies that ran the group was a lovely woman, and
we will call her Cheryl. She was always really easy
to talk to, and she was an older woman. Well,
Cheryl lived in the end house opposite to our house,
so we had full view of each other's houses, except
she had lived there well before we moved in, at
least thirty years before. In fact, I had started doing

(37:57):
a bit of weeding in the front garden One day
and my daughter was helping. She loved helping with things
in the garden. And around twenty minutes into it, Cheryl
was just leaving the house and as normal, if I
was out, she would come over and say hi to
me and my daughter. She was just about to go shopping.
But I needed to take the opportunity and was trying
to figure out how to start the random conversation that

(38:18):
I was about to start with her, and I didn't
have long to think of something, so I just started
by asking her this, So, how long have you lived here? Then, Cheryl?
Have you been here a while? Oh? Yes, a lot
of years now. We moved here just before me and
my husband got married. Oh, i'd say, going on thirty
years now. Oh wow, that is a long time. You
like it around here, then, yes, we love it here.

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It's quiet here. I'm sure you wouldn't disagree. She said
this with a chuckle. I then said, so, did you
know who lived here before our landlords bought it? And
this is where the conversation started. I didn't want to
give too much away. I obviously just wanted to know
something about who lived here, or at least a background
or some sort of clues, and this was Cheryl's response, Oh, yes,

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a lovely elderly couple lived here a lot longer than
we have. I never caught what he did for a living,
but he was always dressed very smartly, and she had
been some sort of probation officer. She was very strict.
She wasn't unkind though she had a lovely little Westy dog,
it never left her side. She lost her husband about
ten years ago to a heart attack, and she wasn't

(39:26):
herself after that. It was a terrible time for her.
Now you can imagine the expression on my face that
I was trying to hide when she mentioned the dog.
But I'm not sure that I managed it all that well.
Cheryl then continued by saying she got quite frail towards
the end, and she ended up having a fall and
later passed away in the hospital due to complications. It

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was such a shame. Well, that answered my question on
whether she passed in the house or not. I then said, oh,
that's awful, poor woman. Ch continued by saying, yes, it
was a shock to a few of us here, but
it really affected her good friend. She used to come
around daily towards the end to help her with things.

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After her husband died. They were very close and she
couldn't do enough for her. We were thankful that she
had her around to help. She was lovely, too, very
old fashioned, and you never saw her out of her apron.
If clothing could tell stories, that apron looked to have
held a lifetime's worth of memories. Well, at that point

(40:31):
I got the info I went for, and I didn't
even have to work for it. The last thing I
said to Cheryl was oh wow, how nice for her.
And with that Cheryl said that she had to get
on and it was nice talking, but the shopping wasn't
going to do itself, and off she went with a
smile and a wave like she hadn't just blown my mind.

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This isn't exactly where the story ends with this house,
but I feel it's already very long, and maybe do
a part two if you're interested. As I have many
more experiences I can also add to the mix. I
hope it makes it to your podcast, and I thank
you for listening. Kind regards Donna. Tonight's first experience comes

(41:20):
to us from Cliff, and Cliff's experience is called The
Longest Night of My Life. Cliff says, I found your
podcast about a year ago and have since listened to
every single episode since then. I have been prompted often
to consider telling my story, but repeatedly procrastinated. I think

(41:41):
I'm just never going to have peace with this until
I tell my story, and your amazing podcast is the
perfect and probably the only comfortable platform I have to
do so, so here it goes. I am a very
pragmatic and quite logical individual. I typically do not believe
in most things paranormal, and best chalk such things up

(42:02):
as being just unexplained and not really believable. I am
a big guy, physically fit, and I carry a license
concealed weapon daily, and I do not scare easily. I
have never experienced terror, not fear, but true terror until
this night. At the time around April of twenty twelve,

(42:22):
my wife and I were living in a two bedroom,
ground floor apartment and a small town in southeast Texas.
Neither of us at the time had ever experienced any
real paranormal activity up to this point. The master bedroom
was on the end and to the right of a
mostly long and rectangular floor plan. Looking out of the
bedroom from the bed, part of the living area containing

(42:43):
her piano, dining area and part of the kitchen can
be seen. The apartment had a lot of windows, and
with the addition of a few strategically placed night lights,
these areas can be seen fairly well at night. Before
I continue, i'll just interject this for the rect My
wife and I do not use drugs, and we had
not drank any alcohol on the night in question. So

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around one am, I awoke to what looked like three
small human beings that were suspended up near the ceiling,
as if they were seated up near the ceiling, but
looking down at me. The two on the outer corners
were almost identical. There were men and small in stature,
and they were wearing very old and perhaps Renaissance period clothing.

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The one in the middle, though, was a woman and
was also very small, and she had a primitive looking
straight bow or long bow draped over her shoulder by
the string. The female entity slowly began to float down
to me, staring at me while doing so. The two others, though,
did not move. I struggled to convince myself that I
was not seeing what I was seeing, and I tried

(43:50):
to tell myself that I was dreaming and that I
had to wake up. But by this point, I was
sitting up and I was clearly awake. This continued for
what seemed like several minutes, but I presume it was
only a few seconds. I'm a Christian, and I didn't
really know what to do but just start screaming in
the name of Jesus Christ, I rebuke you. I repeated

(44:10):
this twice, and the entities vanished. I again tried to
convince myself that this was only a very realistic dream
with some level of sleep paralysis. Some time later, maybe
a couple of hours after falling back to sleep, I
awoke to see a young man, perhaps in his twenties,
with long, stringy hair, skinny, and wearing jeans and a

(44:32):
flannel plaid shirt. He was pacing back and forth in
front of my wife's piano. I could see him as
plain as day, and I again struggled to convince myself
that I was actually dreaming. After losing that argument with myself,
the young man turned and faced me, and he was
making it clear that he had seen me. I somehow

(44:52):
sensed a benevolent and furious nature about him, not by
a facial expression or anything, I just kind of felt it.
He then swiftly began walking directly and deliberately right at me,
and once he crossed the threshold of the bedroom door,
he vanished. I had already begun repeating my I rebuque
cadence once again, which woke my wife. At that point

(45:15):
she said that she had been awake and was watching me,
but that she had not seen anyone. However, it still
doesn't end there. There's more. Shortly afterward, I had seen
to my right two men climbing up toward and through
my ceiling like they were on a ladder. They were calm, deliberate,
and they paid no attention to me. Afterward, I again

(45:38):
did the eye must be dreaming thing, with little success. Then,
sometime around four a m. I woke up once again,
and I saw a girl, maybe eighteen years old at
the oldest. She was a small girl in stature, had
shoulder length hair, and wore a light green tank top
and denam cut off shorts. She looked to be hurt,

(45:59):
had blood on her her face and head, and she
looked lost and afraid. I immediately felt immense sympathy for her,
and somehow just knew that she had died in a
car accident. I only say that because I again, like
before with the guy in the plaid shirt, just felt it.
While wandering around as if trying to find a way out,

(46:19):
she turned and saw me. She appeared to be clearly
startled and afraid of me. I remember wishing that I
could tell her it's okay, I won't harm you. And
then she hurried away through the wall and disappeared. I
didn't see her again, but I had an overwhelming desire
to console her and help her if I could. I
kind of felt like I knew that she had died

(46:41):
in a terrible car accident. However, I don't think she
knew that she had died. I feel sorry for her
to this very day. It had been a terrifying, horrible
night and we were both exhausted and slept past daylight.
My wife woke me up crying and screaming and saying
that there was a guy standing by the back and
looking at her. Now. I didn't see him, so I

(47:03):
asked where he was, and she said he's right there,
while pointing in the direction next to the bed. I
again did the I rebuke you thing, and I then
made her look back to where she said that he
was standing, and she said that he was now gone.
She was crying and clearly terrified. She later described him
as being in his twenties, with long, stringy hair and

(47:26):
wearing a plaid flannel shirt. She also said that she
sensed that he had a benevolently violent nature about him.
Thank you for your platform to share my story. I
never would have told it without you being here. Please
keep the stories coming and we will keep listening, Cliff.

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After reading Cliff's experience, I reached out to him with
a couple of questions regarding the appearances of these entities
as well as the possibility of them being local residents
that have passed away in the surrounding area, and Cliff
had this to say, Hello, Nick, thanks for the response.
Their appearance was somewhat transparent, but mostly I'd say solid.

(48:10):
It was like I had a good view of them,
but I never got a really good look at them.
At the same time, the two men that I saw
climbing the ladder were for sure quite transparent, while the
young lady seemed really, really real and solid. I think
about her every day and feel nearly moved to tears
just speaking of her. Right now, this was a one

(48:30):
time occurrence, However, it should be related that I had
recently been sick, I mean really sick, with a heart
infection which I had mostly just gotten over. My wife
at the same time was just starting to get sick.
She now has a cancer called renal cell carcinoma, which
had been misdiagnosed initially, and the timeline is consistent with
the tumors starting to grow at about the same time

(48:52):
that this happened. It's also noteworthy, Nick, that my wife
almost died in that very room some four months later.
She had kidney failure. When I got her to the hospital,
she was all but gone and on life support for
three days. They saw what looked like a kidney stone
at that time that she couldn't pass. The kidney stone
is actually what was misdiagnosed and was the beginning of

(49:15):
the tumor that she has today. I don't watch the news,
and I'm unaware of any local deaths that may be
associated with my experience. I hope this contributes to the
complexity of my story. I swear to all that's good
and holy in this world that everything I've told you
is the truth. Thanks again, Cliff, Cliff, my heart goes

(49:40):
out to you and your wife. And I'm sure that
I speak for everyone when I say that we all
wish your wife the very best, and she will be
in my thoughts and prayers. Our next experience comes to
us from anonymous and this is their story. Hither Nick,

(50:01):
I hope you're doing well. I have just found your
podcast as of a month ago, and I wish I
had found it sooner. After listening for over a month.
I'd like to share my paranormal experience. It's so good
to be part of a community that I can share
my experiences with other like minded people where there is
zero judgment and everyone is so supportive. My experiences, along

(50:22):
with my other family members who I was living with
at that time, occurred in late two thousand and ten
and early two thousand and eleven, and at this time
I was nine years old. My twin brother was also nine,
and my older brother was eleven. I'll just refer to
them as my brothers, as well as my mum and uncle,
as I am not comfortable publishing their names as well

(50:43):
as mine. I grew up in christ Church, a city
in the South Island of New Zealand, and we lived
in a relatively old two story building built in nineteen twenty,
which was down a quiet street in the eastern suburbs
of christ Church. I know that sounds super cliche, but
it's the gods on its truth. I have always been
skeptical about the paranormal, but I am certain that I,

(51:06):
along with my other family members, had paranormal experiences in
this house. I can't quite remember how long we lived
in this house before a couple of things happened that
we could not explain, but I will try with my
best ability and start with my older brother. We had
just finished school for the day, and a short time
later when we got home, my brother was in need
of the bathroom, which was located upstairs and to the

(51:30):
right of the top of the stairway. A couple minutes
passed and later he came running downstairs into the lounge room,
visibly scared, and we asked him what was wrong, to
which he replied, the toilet roll just randomly started rolling
paper on to the floor and I hadn't touched it. Now,
I didn't believe him, and neither did my mom nor

(51:50):
my twin, and we all just brushed it off as
a wind gust doing it. As the house was old
and prone to creaking and funny noises. My older brother
was frustrated that we didn't believe him, but eventually he
calmed down and he convinced himself that it was indeed
just the wind. Fast forward a couple of weeks and
I was asleep in my bed. And for context, this

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room was located upstairs to the left of the staircase,
and it was the second bedroom down the hallway. For
some particular reason that I can't explain, on some nights,
I awake in the early hours of the morning, but
I can easily drift back off to sleep because of
how tired I am. However, on one particular night, I
was awoken to the sound of light footsteps on the

(52:32):
carpet pitter pattering up and down the hallway. It wasn't
loud enough to where the floor would creak, but enough
to hear someone walking on it back and forth. I
put it down to one of my brothers going to
the bathroom in the middle of the night, because me
and my twin shared a room. As I tried to
go back to sleep, I soon realized that there weren't
any lights on and I couldn't hear the creaking of

(52:53):
the floorboards but I could still make out the light
footsteps on the carpet. It lasted only a couple seconds long, hunger,
and I was a little confused, but also very tired.
I put it down as just being tired from school
and that I was just hearing things. At that point,
I had forgotten about my older brother's encounter a few
weeks prior, so it didn't concern me. I just went

(53:15):
back to sleep and nothing else happened that entire night. Again,
we're fast forwarding to the next encounter, and this time
it was my older brother again. I remember this was
around nine p m. Because the sun was about to
finish setting, and we were all doing our own things
in our rooms. I can't remember what I was doing
at the time, but I do remember my older brother

(53:35):
was watching TV in his room, which was located in
the fourth bedroom that was down the hallway upstairs. As
I was doing my own thing, my older brother came
running into me in my twins room terrified. He said
that the TV that he had in his room randomly
turned on and it was playing static on the screen.
Me and my twin ran into his bedroom to go

(53:57):
and have a look, being quite confused, and we saw,
I saw that the TV was in fact on and
displaying static. We turned it off and we tried to
calm down our older brother that was convinced that our
house was haunted. We told him that it's such an
old house, that the electricals are old and it's going
to play up, as we had power outages somewhat often,
so it made sense to my twin and I that

(54:18):
it was just shoddy electricals. We then unplugged the TV
from the wall so it couldn't happen again. My older brother,
who was now almost certain that something odd was going
on in the house, reluctantly agreed and tried to convince
himself that it was just the electricals. So he tried
to move on and forget about it the best he could.
This would be the last experience that he ever had

(54:40):
and would have no more as well as me. Fast
forwarding again, and my uncle moved in some time later
into the third bedroom upstairs down the hallway. I can't
fully remember what the date was, but it was sometime
near Christmas of twenty ten, and I can't fully remember
the exact circumstances on why he moved in, but as
far as I remember it was just because he needed

(55:01):
a place to stay until he got back on his
feet and sorted out his life. This is important to
the story as he will later on have an experience.
In early twenty and eleven, my mom wanted to move
more north into a more rural area away from the city,
as she was getting tired of living in such a
busy area and she wanted some peace in quiet. We

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had found a place to rent and were set to
move there in early March, but on the twenty second
of February, there was a massive earthquake that ruined the city.
The surrounding suburbs in my area as well as the
East Side, was one of the most affected, with no
power or running water. The landlord of the house that
we had found asked us if we wanted to move
in asap as it was not affected nearly as much

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and still had power and running water, so we moved
in around three days later. Now I know that it
sounds like I'm rambling, but this is important as my
uncle stayed living in the house for a couple more
days till the lease was finished on the house and
all the occupants had to vacate. This is when my
uncle had a paranormal experience. My uncle got a helping

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hand from a couple of his friends to help move
some of his belongings that he couldn't move by himself,
such as his bed and some drawers, into a moving van,
and then taking it to a house where he was
relocating to. He said that while he was upstairs in
his room preparing for the next thing to lift to
take into the van, he could hear what sounded like
a little boy laughing and talking in the hallway by

(56:27):
the top of the staircase. His friends, who were helping
him soon came back up the stairs to help him,
and my uncle asked them, what were you guys laughing
and talking about, to which they both looked confused and
said to him, laughing and talking about what we were
outside loading the van. No one was laughing and talking. Well.
My uncle was very confused and was adamant that it

(56:48):
was them that made those noises, but they denied that
they were in the house and that it was them.
My uncle and his friends finished moving his stuff out
and leaving the house empty, and that was the end
of the paranormal excas experiences. From then on, you'll notice
that I haven't yet mentioned my mom or if she
had any paranormal encounters in that house. And a few
years later, in twenty sixteen, me and my mom were

(57:11):
sitting on the couch watching TV. I'm not sure how
we got on the topic, but we started talking about
the paranormal, in which my mom told me that she
believes that she saw a ghost at the house that
we lived at in christ Church. She told me that
one day she was walking past the bottom of the
staircase to go to the lounge, and in the corner
of her eye as she walked past, she saw a

(57:32):
little boy sitting on the staircase about halfway up the steps.
She said that she immediately took a look back at
the staircase and the little boy was gone. This immediately
made me feel cold, and it shot goosebumps all over
my body. As I hadn't told her about what I
had experienced due to me shrugging it off as nothing
but my nine year old imagination. I told her about

(57:53):
that night when I could hear footsteps on the carpet,
and about my uncle's experience with a talking and laughing,
and she said that it now confirmed that what she
saw was in fact real, and the house did have
an entity that was living there. She did say that
she never felt threatened by the ghost, and she never
told me the story, nor my twin or older brother,
as she didn't want to freak us out and make

(58:15):
us all scared. After putting all the pieces together, it
all makes sense. The light footsteps, the giggling, and the talking.
It all adds up to what my mom saw and
what my uncle also experienced, as well as my older brother.
I have not since experienced anything paranormal, and as far
as I'm aware, my twin never experienced anything in that house,

(58:38):
so I guess he's quite lucky. Thank you so much
for listening to my story. I will always be listening
to your podcast, and I thank you so much for
taking the time to read this. I really appreciate it.
I'm so grateful that I got to share it with
like minded people. Our next story of the night comes

(59:01):
to us from Julia, and Julia's experience is called Strange
dog type animal. Julia says, hello, I have been a
listener for a while now and finally decided to share
one of my past experiences that has haunted me for years.
I have had several unexplainable things happen in my life,

(59:22):
but this particular one seems to stick out to me
for some reason, and I'm curious if anyone else has
seen anything like this. When I was about seventeen around
nineteen ninety nine, I was driving to see my boyfriend
who was hanging out at a friend's house by our
local lake. This is located in Lincolnton, Georgia, on Lake Thurmond,
also known as Lake Hartwell. I was driving down Highway

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forty seven and it was about eight o'clock at night.
Growing up in this area, we are trained from a
very early age to watch out for deer on the
side of the road, as they are abundant out by
the lake, so when driving we become adept at watching
the road and the sides of the road the same time.
Well on my right was a slight ditch running along
the side of the road. All of a sudden there

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was this large, strange looking dog standing sort of hunched
over in the ditch. It was much bigger than the
Doberman's I owned at the time and much bulkier. It
was completely white, which was startling to me, and it
had the strangest looking face and eyes that I'd ever seen.
The face felt like it was sort of elongated a little,
and the eyes were mostly all black. It stared straight

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at me as I passed, and I sort of remember
taking in a sudden breath when I saw it, and
then I kind of froze as I drove past it.
I immediately looked back in my rear view mirror, but
I didn't see it anymore. Now, there is always a
chance that it was just a strange looking dog, but
it didn't feel that way. I've always been told to
trust my gut, and my gut said that it was

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something else. I always referred to it in my head
as the ghost dog, and maybe it was, or maybe
it was something else. It's been about twenty six years
since I saw this thing, and I can still see
it clearly in my mind. I told my boyfriend and
his friend about it when I arrived, since they told
me that I looked like I was scared to death,

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but neither one of them said that they had ever
seen anything like it. It feels good to get it
out in the open, since I only ever told a
handful of people about this. Thanks for that, and if
someone else has ever seen anything like this. Please feel
free to pass along my email and thank you for
the platform. Our first experience of the night comes to

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us from Robert, and Robert's story is called Bigfoot. Robert says,
I have been keeping this story to myself for many
years because I don't know what it was exactly. I
wrote down what happened at the time in a journal
that I carried with me, and years later, after reviewing it,
I realized that the sounds I was hearing could be

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attributed to a Sasquatch, but at that time I didn't
know anything about that. This was two thousand and four.
I was backpacking in the mountains near Tucson, Arizona, alone,
and I had climbed to a remote site that had
water that was at about fifty five hundred feet. I
made camp and set up my one person tent, a
tiny coffin shaped thing that with the rain cover on

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I couldn't see out of. I went to sleep and
was awakened around two am by the sound of heavelina's,
which are desert pigs, and they were rooting around my
area looking for food. When one would get close to
my tent, I would yell out and they would scamper away.
This went on for a while until around three am,
when I heard footsteps coming from behind my tent, where

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a small stream of water was. It sounded like a
person walking by peedal slowly on the gravel on a trail,
slowly approaching my tent. When they got next to me,
I yelled out as I did with the havelina, and
I expected it to run off, but instead it just stopped.
I had this overwhelming feeling of dread and fear, unlike

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anything I had ever experienced. I grabbed my knife, but
I was shaking uncontrollably. I never felt fear like that.
I couldn't see out of my tent because the rain
cover was on. However, I thought that maybe I could
unzip the tent cover and look out, but then I
passed out. The next thing I knew, it was morning,

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and I woke up, wondering how I could have fallen
asleep when I was so unbelievably frightened. I was confused
as to how that had happened. I emerged from my
tent and looked around for tracks, hoping to find evidence
of what had been around the night before. However, I
found nothing. There were too many rocks covering the ground
in that area. I did see where the havelina had

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been digging, but I saw nothing else. As I was
searching the ground for tracks, I began to hear banging.
I thought that it was someone hammering in the distance,
but where the sound was coming from made no sense
because the area was very remote. I kept hearing bang, bang, bang,
over and over. Eventually, I decided to climb out of

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the canyon that I was in to higher ground to
see if I could find out where the banging was
coming from. I climbed above the canyon, and the moment
that I reached higher ground, the banging stopped. Confused, I
scanned the wilderness, but I saw nothing. Who would be
hammering out here? I thought I knew this area very
well and there were no man made structures. So I

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climbed back down to my tent and the banging started
once again. I couldn't understand what was going on. It
was then that I heard rocks tumbling down from the
canyon above me on the opposite side, right above my camp.
Something was just above me. I quickly packed up my
camp and I got out of there. I was scared
and nothing felt normal. I couldn't understand what was going on.

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I camp alone often, and nothing like this ever happens.
It's usually surprisingly uneventful, even when I'm out for weeks. Later,
I made camp further down the canyon and nothing else
happened that week. Years later, after reading my journal, I
understood that those sounds might have been wood knocks, and
that maybe my passing out had been from infrasound. At

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that time, I couldn't have imagined sasquatch in that area,
and I knew little about Bigfoot. But now I'm not
so sure there have been sightings there. Though rare, it
was a good source of water, and maybe they were
hunting those desert pigs. I'm just guessing. I never tell
this story because well, I don't understand it myself. One

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more part to my experience was that during that day
I had hiked up into the canyon where the sounds
were coming from. This was an open area of high
grass and good visibility. I smelled a bad odor, definitely
like an animal, a sten like a layer of some sort,
pungent and strong, kind of like a bear was nearby,
or a smaller animal lived in a cave nearby. But

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I couldn't see anything. I remember thinking that a large
animal was hiding. I felt uncomfortable and I left. I
really wanted to share this story as I could never
really understand what happened that night. It was very strange,
and I thank you for letting me share this. I
love your podcast. I contacted Robert and I asked for

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more information regarding the location of his experience, and Robert
had this to say. It was the Santa Catalinas near
Mount Lemon, very far south for a bigfoot sighting, but
there was a documented case from the BFRRO in that
area of Sabino Canyon, which is close to where I was,
just much lower elevation. In fact, that's the entry point

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for hiking into that area that I was camping. Also,
the Arizona Trail goes through this area, but I was
not near it. Our next experience of the night comes
to us from Cora, and Cora's experience is called was
it Slender Man? Cora says, since before I can remember,

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I have had paranormal and spiritual experiences, but they have
all been either positive or at least didn't leave me
feeling scared. However, this experience I had about a year
and a half ago was something completely out of the
ordinary for me, and to this day I have not
been able to find a materialist explanation for it. My
friends and I were staying the night at one of

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my friend's place for her birthday. There were about five
of us in total. We were all in a good mood,
yet very bored, so we decided to go out for
a night walk. It was around ten thirty p m.
And normally I would not walk around at night, but
we were in a fairly large group, and we lived
in Minnesota in a relatively safe area of our city,
so I felt safe being out after dark. We walked

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for a few blocks and then we came upon our
old elementary school, which the majority of the group had attended.
We decided to stop there to just hang out on
the playground and talk. Now, the way the playground was
set up is important. It was in a way that
it had a main area with slides and things like that.
Then there was a separate area about forty feet away
from that that had swings. The swings were also significantly

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closer to the building. All of my friends were on
the main section while me and one of my other
friends sat on the swings to talk separately. Since this
was my elementary school and I had been here hundreds
of times before, I know very well how this area
is set up. The dumpster storage has four brick walls
completely surrounding it, which are each about ten feet tall
at the shortest, and there was a heavy padlocked metal gate.

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As I was swinging, I was looking at the dumpster
storage when I see this completely white and glowing figure
come from inside the dumpster storage. It popped its head
up and gripped on to the top of the brick
wall to life around. It was very clearly the shape
of a human. It had a head, shoulders, arms, and
even hands. However, it had no facial features. It was

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just a completely blank face like you would see on
slender Man. It then slowly lowered itself down until I
couldn't see it. Whatever this creature was, it gave me
a very horrible feeling that I can only describe as
disgust and repulsion. Everything in my body told me to
get away from it. During this time, I had stopped

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swinging in order to understand what it was that I
was seeing. Now, my friend next to me that was
on the swings noticed that I had stopped talking and
was staring at the dumpster storage, so she too looked
in that direction that I was looking, and as soon
as she looked over, the creature picked its head over
the wall once again. My friend and I then both
looked at each other, and she immediately told me that

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we should leave, without us even needing to discuss it.
I was glad to know that she saw it as well,
and she also said that horrible sick feeling that was
radiating from it. We quickly walked over to the rest
of our friends, telling them that we needed to leave
right away. They did protest, and they questioned us quite
a bit, but when they saw how serious we were,

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they listened. Once we made it back to the safety
of the house, my friend and I explained to the
rest of the group what it was that we had seen. Luckily,
they all believed us, and I think that it must
have been because of how genuinely scared we were. Even
though this story is a bit anticlimactic, I am so
grateful that it ended where it did and that we
didn't stick around to investigate like they do in horror movies.

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I think we all know that that never ends well.
Although I do believe in spiritual things and some paranormal ideas.
I am not a person who easily believes in urban legends. Specifically,
I have never believed in slender Man, but every person
I tell the story to mentions how similar my description
of the creature is to slender Man. I do see this, however,

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in every depiction I've seen Evan, he's wearing a suit,
and what I saw that day did not have any
sort of clothing on. I still have not been able
to find an explanation that feels correct to me, and
I'd like to know if anyone has had a similar
experience or has any ideas of just what it could
have been. I reached out to Cora and inquired more

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about when this happened, as well as the description of
the creature. I also wondered if she had ever heard
of pale crawlers, because certain aspects of what she described
sounded similar to me. Cora said this, Hi, Nick, I'm sorry,
I can't really remember the exact date that it happened,
but I know that it was March of twenty twenty four,

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since that's when my friend's birthday is. To answer your
question about the glow, of the creature. I'd say that
it seemed like the light was being omitted from the
creature itself. However, it was not a very strong light.
It was similar to looking at a lamp with a
cool colored led bulb. No, I haven't heard of pale crawlers,
but I did do a quick Google search, and the

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description of them seems to be pretty accurate, except for
the fact that they all have facial features and that
the school that I was at that night was not abandoned.
Most sightings I read about happened either in the forest
or an abandoned building. However, I'm sure the descriptions of
pale crawlers are not concrete rules of their characteristics. Thank

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you for bringing up the idea of what the creature
could have been, and I will definitely be listening to
your episodes on Pale Crawlers soon. Thank you so much, Cora.
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to have you here. Now, please stay tuned and I'll
be right back. After these brief messages, our next experience
comes to us from Aiden, and their experience is called
Hunting for Sasquatch. Hello, Nick, I'd like to thank you

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for taking the time to read my story. I've been
a long time listener and I've been listening since your
very first episode. I've noticed how cryptids are not a
big trend in your podcast, so after a few years
of listening, I'm finally ready to share some of my
own experiences. I will start with the most recent. My
dad's side of my family is quite large, as my

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grandmother has eleven children, so I have family all over.
Much of my family are ranchers, including myself, and every
so often we go and visit other family at these ranches.
Two months ago, I went to go visit my great
uncle and his family in snow Qualmie, Washington. I had
a long day and I was on the road for
twelve hours. I arrived at their house at two fifty

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ish in the morning, My uncle then came out and
he showed me the bunk house. I got two hours
of sleep and we headed out. Now for a little backstory,
this ranch has been in my family for generations, and
many people as well as animals, have died on the land.
In the winter, there can be as much as two
feet of snow on the ground at a time, and
when I was there, the ground had about a foot

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of white, powdery snow. The ranch is a little over
twelve hundred acres and their twenty two hundred cattle currently
grazing there, mostly black angus. This was the first time
we were gathering that year. As we were gathering the
closest cattle in a few weeks, we would have to
travel a few days before reaching the herd. Thankfully, though
these cows were only a half day's ride away. I

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had brought a four year old colt that I was
starting for my neighbor to put some miles on her
and get her used to cattle. She was getting a
bit tired, but she was still doing her job. I
had no cell phone with me, but I did have
a first aid kit, a satellite phone, bottled water and
jerky in my saddle bags. I had a three o
eight saddle gun as well as a thirty eight on

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my hip. These were for self defense if we came
across a bear or if we found any coyote dens.
I had been riding with the group for an hour
and a half before my cousin Quinton, split off at
the head to go to the northern side of the ranch.
We had about thirty five miles until we would reach
the herd, so we had a good ride ahead of oz.
Quinton is two years older than me and has ranched

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and rodeoed his entire life, and he knew the land
like the back of his hand. After about two hours,
we stopped to rest. We were about to come up
on a thicket and Quinton was explaining to me how
to pass through it. This thicket had an area of
about three acres, which is about three football fields. It
wasn't uncommon to run into bears, wolves, or even big

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cats where we were, especially in a thicket. He then
told me that you would see me on the other side,
since he was going through the top and I was
cutting straight through the middle. I rode off into the thicket,
and almost immediately I felt like I was being watched.
My horse was growing anxious, which I found very odd
because nothing much bothered her. I drew my rifle and

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I kept riding, and not even a minute later, I
began hearing things. At first, it was heavy breathing. I
brushed it off and I told myself it was just
my horse. But then I heard a low grumble. At
that point, I stopped and looked to my left, and
that's when I saw it. It was a good twenty

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yards away and it was hard to make out between
the trees. From what I could see, I estimated it
to be about seven feet tall, maybe eight, and it
was covered head to toe in long, thick, blackish hair.
I then felt it make eye contact with me, and
it began to move towards me at a light trot.
In fear for my life, I began firing three h

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eight rounds from my rifle. I fired one warning shot,
which caused it to stop. Then I shot it twice
in the shoulder. This made whatever I believed to be
a sasquatch let out the most hideous scream I'd ever heard.
It was like nails on a chalkboard crossed with a
train hitting its brakes. It then ran off in the
direction towards Quintin, so I ran after it. For as

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large as it was, it was shockingly fast my horse
could barely keep up. Then, seemingly, out of nowhere, it
turned into a large patch of brush and it just vanished.
As I sat there trying to figure out what I
just saw, Quinton came running up to me and asked
me what happened, and he said that he had heard
the gunfire. I told him, I'm not crazy, so believe

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me when I say that I just saw a Sasquatch
and I shot him. Quinton looked at me and then
made eye contact with me, and he said he believed me.
I then convinced him that we should go after it,
and we began to track it. After following the blood
trail and its footprints for about two miles, which was
very easy because of all the snow on the ground,

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the trail just ended. At this point, I had put
my rifle back on my saddle and I had my
hand resting on my thirty eight. We looked ahead and
we saw a narrow pass about a quarter of a
mile north and we decided to check it out. At
this point, we were on an open plain, and we
could see for miles. However, the sasquatch was nowhere to
be seen. The only thing that was blocking our vision

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was the pass, as well as another small thicket just
before it. We were about one hundred yards away from
the thicket when Quintin hit my chest and signaled to
me to stop. He then pointed to the west side
of the thicket, which was on the left side, and
there it was. It was crouched down and picking at
a carcass of some kind. We watched it for what

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seemed like forever before it stood up. It didn't turn around,
but it seemed to be looking up at the trees
in the thicket. I was now taking a better look
at it now that it was out in the open.
Its arms hung well below its waist. It had large,
broad shoulders and thick legs. That's when it turned and
faced us. I figured that it would run away again,

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considering that I had already shot it and perhaps it
wouldn't want to be within my sight. But it charged
at us. Quentin drew his thirty thirty from his saddle
and opened fire on it, hitting the sasquatch several times
in the chest, but it kept coming at this point
we started to ride away from it and continued firing.
I had already emptied my thirty eight, and I was

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reloading it. Every bullet that hid it just seemed to
make it angrier. I then holstered my thirty eight and
grabbed my three o eight and fired one round. The
bullet hit its knee and he tumbled onto the ground.
It was then that me and Quentin stopped riding away
to look at it, but we kept our distance. It
slowly rose looked at us and let out what I

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considered to be a whimper, kind of like it was
reluctantly giving up the chase, before he turned away and
limped back into the thicket. Quentin then said that we
needed to get back to the herd, as the sun
was going to be setting in two hours and we
had ridden three miles in the wrong direction. I agreed,
as I didn't want to spend any more time near
this thing. We had to have shot over twenty rounds

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into him, but somehow he was still alive. We found
the herd and connected with everyone else. An hour and
a half later. We heard it for two hours in
the dark before arriving at the house. We then locked
up the cows and told everyone about what we saw. However,
mostly everyone else said that we had been chasing a
bear and that whatever it was must be dead. It

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was then, though, that my uncle spoke up, and he
said that he had seen that sasquatch before. He told
us that when he was young, in the early twenties,
he was gathering in the same area as we were.
He said that he also shot it, but that he
didn't pursue it like we did. He told us that
it would follow them home every year, and he said
that it would even occasionally kill a cab off. He

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figured that it was long dead and that it was
the last of its kind. We had never heard him
talk about sasquatch, so this really changed the way that
we all felt towards some of his old stories. I
talked to Quinton quite often now, and he says that
he hasn't seen it again, but every now and then
he can faintly hear the terrible scream on cold, clear nights.

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Maybe it did die in the thicket and Quinton is
just hearing things, or maybe it's still alive and waiting
for me. Our next experience of the night comes to
us from Betty and Betty's experience is called Goblins in
the Bedroom. Betty says, hello, Nick. My first encounter with

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the fayfolk was about forty five years ago. I guess
I must have been two years old when they scared
the living crap out of me. I woke up in
the middle of the night. There they were five or
six tiny creatures standing next to my crib, submerged in conversation.
They looked like cartoon figures to me at that young age,

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I didn't know the term goblin, but I think that's
what they were. The goblin next to me was approximately
one and a half feet tall, completely yellow, and seemed
to be the boss. When it noticed that I was
aware of them, it tried to soothe me by telling
me that I was just having a dream and that
they were not real. It almost succeeded, but as I

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took one last wandering look at all the creatures before
going back to sleep, the two that were farthest away
from me began fighting. One of the arguers reminded me
of a cartoon cat that was standing upright. It wore
a hunter's cap with a feather and had a bow
slung across its back. I don't remember what the other
one looked like, However, I did feel like they were

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up to some sort of mischief, and the fear began
to creep in. The two yelled and shoved each other,
and their violent behaved VI finally scared me so much
that I began to cry. The Yellow Goblin then became
furious with them and shouted, now, look what you did.
She's crying because you idiots scared her. Great job. However,

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neither of the fighters listened to it, nor to the
others who tried to intervene and settle the argument. I
realized that this could impossibly be a dream, and my
fear grew into terror. I was petrified. Suddenly, the catlike
creature took its bow and shot a rope diagonally across
my room and swung itself toward my bookshelf. It was

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then followed by the other quarreller. My paralysis then broke
and I frantically got out of my crib. Too frightened
to get out of my sleeping bag, I had to
crawl out of my bedroom, screaming for my mom and
my dad in sheer terror. My parents had a hard
time calming me down and They were sure that my
panicky behavior was related to the thunderstorm that was going
on outside. I was too terrified to tell them what

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had actually happened. However, they wouldn't have believed me anyway. Fortunately,
I haven't seen these creatures since, but from this day on,
I panicked every time I came near a puppet theater
in kindergarten or anywhere else. As I grew older, I
forgot about the terrible encounter for decades. My fear for
such creatures, however, has persisted. Two years ago, the memories

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suddenly came back, and I immediately made the connection between
the encounter and my fear of puppet theaters during my childhood.
Tonight's encounter comes to us from Marigold, and Marigold's experience
is called My Paranormal teenage Years. Marigold says, I wanted

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to say thank you for making a safe place. It
makes me feel less alone knowing that people have experienced
similar things to me and my situation. I have been
meaning to write in for almost a year now, but
I kept on switching what stories I wanted to share. First.
That being said, I have picked three events that I
would like to share with you all today. They have

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to do with my grandma's house, my old town house,
and my paranormal city life experience. To preface this, I'd
also like to mention that I'm a bit of a
science nerd, and I try not to jump to conclusions
when things like this happen to me. That being said, though,
some things really just don't have a logical explanation. I

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grew up in a small town with a very big,
very close family. I spent a lot of time growing
up at my grandparents' house. My family would meet there
for holidays and events. At the time, I wasn't new
to the ideas and feelings of the paranormal, but I
was new to how frequent I would soon be having experiences.
I remember growing up in that house, being baby sat

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by my grandma and always feeling like something was watching me.
When I was younger, I remember being seven and spending
the night and sleeping in the spare bedroom which was
my soon to be bedroom as a twelve to six
teen year old, and I would see something playing peek
a boo with me from inside the closet. Needless to
say that, we grew up very Christian, and I just

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started praying until I eventually must have fallen asleep from
being so tired again. When I was ten, I remember
being dropped off at my grandparents house on a weekend
that my mom had to work. It was very early
and I was tired, so I decided to take a
nap in my grandma's room. I remember vividly having an
out of body experience and seeing myself sleeping in the bed,

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and on the right side of me, I saw this big,
dark apparition hovering at least four feet off the ground.
I remember feeling like it was looking right at me
and being horrified by the energy that it was giving off.
A few moments later, I woke up and ran out
of the room. I remember that after I had woken up,
the room was freezing cold and my body felt like

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pins and needles. Now that I'm older, I still question
what that could have been, because I get a lot
of sleep paralysis and then was nothing like that. Eventually,
I moved into my grandma's house when I was twelve,
and that's when I began to have more frequent occurrences.
For the first time ever, I started to have sleep
paralysis involving a shadowy man who would just watch me.

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While standing around my bed, I would often see a
shadow figure that was in the prowling position, and I
would see it from the corner of my eye or
while walking past my room. It seems that no matter
the entity, they would just always watch me closely. After
I began to make this known to my family from
my lack of sleep that I was having, I found

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out that I wasn't the only one who had been
seeing the same apparitions. My mom's youngest sister, who was
in her early thirties by then, grew up also complaining
of the same apparitions, which after a while, was comforting
because I knew that I at least was not alone.
These nightmares and sightings didn't stop for years until the
day that I moved out, but it did get less

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frequent when I was sleeping because they started to show
up more when I was awake. I'd only see them
lurking in the corners of rooms or from the sides
of my eyes, or sometimes in completely dark rooms. I
remember the prowling figure would hang out on the top
of my bunk bed where I would sleep, so when
I would go into my room, I would have to
make sure to try to ignore it. These brought fear

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to me at first, but I eventually got used to
it happening every so often, and I would just try
to not pay mine to them, and eventually I'd only
get startled every so often. During my time at that house,
I would see many more passing through entities as well.
My mom would always tell me that the more that
I fed into what I saw, the stronger they would get.

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She would also gone to tell me after we moved
out that she always thought our family had different kinds
of spirit gifts. I no longer talk to my big family,
but I sometimes wonder if my little cousins will eventually
see things too, or if those gifts just ended with me.
My second takes place after I moved out of my

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grandma's house around my seventeenth birthday. During this time, I
had a lot of huge changes and lots of stress
in my life. I know this can be a big
feeding energy for spirits and entities, and at this time
I would move into a town home with my mom
and my boyfriend. Mine and my mom's room was on
the second floor, and the main floor was the kitchen,

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living room, and dining room. The basement would have the
laundry room, another living room, and my boyfriend's room. Throughout
the house, there would be spots and rooms with darker
energy or just a heavy feeling, and my room was
one of them. The first time I stepped into that room,
I was automatically overwhelmed with a heavy feeling. I moved
in a week before my boyfriend, so my first night there,

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I facetimed him like we always had done, but especially
because I was too unsettled from the energy in that room.
After a few weeks, I got used to sleeping in
that room, but because it was summer at this point,
I would often be out late. I would walk round
the house or the kitchen to get snacks, and I
started to notice more things in the corner of my eyes,

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things that looked like a tall man in a hat
and suit, and I would often see his boots standing
by the dining room table before fully walking down the stairs.
Whenever I would take a second glance, he would be gone.
I never even got a good enough look to notice
if he had any facial features or not. I would
also see other shadow figures with less detail, but they

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would also be just around the house, and they would
vanish when I would turn my head to look in
their direction. Their behavior and mannerisms almost reminded me as
if someone were living out their regular day and standing
in various rooms in the house. But some of them
were different and would pay more attention to what I
was doing, and they would peek at me from around
the corner, watching me in the hallways. I would smell

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a floury, powdery perfume at times, and it wasn't like
anything my mother or I used. It would also happen
at times when no one was at home but me
for hours, or there would be just random spots in
my room late at night. My sleep paralysis was also
worse than ever before, but a part of it may
have been my fault. I say this because I received

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a free huge mirror that was previously owned by my
mom's friend of a friend who I didn't know much
about other than she wanted the mirror gone, and of course,
as I was a broke high school student who was
looking for a mirror that big, but seeing that they
were around three hundred dollars, I gladly took it. I
put it in the corner of my room, and I
now realized that it may have been a bad idea,

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but it was facing the general direction of my bed.
I did get bad feelings about the mirror, but I
tried my best to ignore it because I was excited
to finally have one. My friend, who was also experiencing
lots of strange paranormal experiences, told me that she didn't
like the way the mirror made her feel, which I
also tried to brush off. Inevitably, though, one evening, I

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took a nap and I slipped into a sleep paralysis
dream where thousands of large spiders, not necessarily tarantula's but
just large wolf spiders, were falling onto my face and
into my mouth. I'm not sure if other people can
feel when they have sleep paralysis, but I could actually
feel them crawling down into my throat. Luckily, though after

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what felt like forever, I finally woke up. Now, I
often felt like most of these things would only happened
to me, because when I would tell my mom, she
would never say much about it, but she does try
to ignore things like that. My boyfriend also said that
he hadn't noticed anything like that, but he is also
a very logical person and would probably have brushed it off.

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If something like that had actually happened. However, there was
one night in maybe late March of twenty twenty four
when I had gone to my room for the night
after hanging out in the basement with my boyfriend. I
think I had been in my room for maybe twenty
or thirty minutes, and my boyfriend was already asleep. That's
when I got a phone call from him asking me
to come back downstairs and telling me that he had

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a bad dream. I kind of chuckled at that because
he never really scared all that easily, so I thought
that it must have really spooked him. He is also
a person who doesn't dream often or at all, so
I was also a little surprised that he had a nightmare.
So I made my way down the stairs, and when
I got to his room, I asked him what the
dream was about, and he proceeded to say this. I

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was already asleep when I heard my door open. I
thought that it was you because it sounded like you
also knocked something over on your way in. Well, I'm
a very clumsy person, so it wasn't out of the
ordinary for me to drop things or trip a lot.
He then said that he called out my name, but
there was no answer. However, he then told me the
most chilling part. He said, but then I felt you

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crawl into bed with me and lay down. He finally
went on to say that after that, he shot up
from the bed and looked around and called out my
name once again, but of course there was no one
in the room. After I heard this, there was no
way I was going to sleep in his room, and
after I texted my mom what had happened, she didn't
want to sleep upstairs by herself either, so I made

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him sleep in my room, which of the two was
the better option. On the way up, I checked the
doors as well as the cameras because I was also
scared that it could have been someone who broke in,
but I of course found nothing out of the ordinary.
After a year of living in our house, we decided
to move once again, which leads me to my last story,

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my paranormal city life. Two days before my eighteenth birthday,
my boyfriend and I moved into our little apartment. As
I mentioned before, we live in a small town and
we moved into the historical part of town. We also
both work in the small town area. A little back
story on the town as well as our building, is
that this is the original town and these were the

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first buildings built in the nineteen twenties and some are
even older. This means there's a lot of history as
well as a tunnel system underneath the town, which sounds
crazy even to me, but it's true. I grew up
here and heard stories. But originally they were used as
a short cut to dump dead bodies to and from
the Morgues, which is the building connected to our building.

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So basically, underneath most of the buildings are tunnels, and
all the local businesses typically have their own ghosts or
some sort of spooky stories. My boyfriend's work has a
basement entity who messes with the lights and knobs on
the water heaters, and my work also has a few
entities that are a little more scary though. I work
in a thrift store, so we get a lot of

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old items with history, So we have lots of items
that pass through with things attached to them, and we
have some that keep coming back to us. Now, I
wasn't the first one warned about the entity in our basement,
because apparently we've had customers ask if we are aware
that we have something in our basement. It's a pretty
heavy feeling when you walk into the basement, and you
automatically always feel like someone is watching you. When the

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lights are off, you can hear what sounds like someone
moving the hangers all around. I've also heard that the
building connected to us has an entity and people experience
the same things that we do. I'm not sure if
it's the same one as ours, but as far as
I know, everyone thinks the basement ghost stays in the basement.
Sometimes small items will even fly off shelves. My coworkers

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and I have even heard voices upstairs during close and
open when no customers are there. A few of my
coworkers liked to ghost hunt, so one morning, one of
them had brought in their EVP device. The three of
us who believe in things like this, automatically decided that
we had to take this to the doll section, where
we keep dolls from all different time periods and parts

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of the world. The day before this, two other workers
had mentioned that a certain few dolls were giving them
a creepy feeling, and as soon as we all walked
over there, Coworker A turned on the EVP while Coworker
B grabbed a doll. The EVP started shooting out words
like go away and run. We all looked at each
other in a bit of shock, and while coworker BE

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was holding the doll, the EVP then said the word monster.
And at that point my coworker put down the doll
and ran behind the register. My other coworker and I
walked over, still in shock, and we started to wonder
what other items might have things to say. Then all
of us started talking about the new pre World War

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II camera that we had just got in when Coworker
A started saying how she would feel annoyed if she
was a ghost and someone gave away all of her things,
and at that very moment, the EVP said, you're annoying,
and that's when we turned it off for the day.
Since that day, the camera has been brought back to
us a few times. Each of the customers claimed that

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it was a perfectly good camera, however they just no
longer wanted it. Well, I'll end it here. I just
wanted to make sure that I got all the details
correct and in order. I have lots more stories to
share from different places that I'll share another time. Thank
you so much for reading our next experience comes to

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us from Amanda, and Amanda's story is called Black Cloud.
I recently found your podcast and am hooked. I have
always been a believer of the paranormal, and I love
hearing true stories. Growing up, I lived in a slightly
haunted house in southeast Wisconsin. My mom and my older
brother are believers, and my father was skeptical until he

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had his own experience. My parents went through a development
group to build the house that I grew up in.
I have no idea what was on the land before
the house was built, but I do know the town
was mostly farm land at one point. My brother and
I were between the ages of five and seven while
the house was being built. I don't remember too much
of that time, but I know that we were too

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young to help with much, so we played in the
dirt a lot. We found a lot of coal and nails,
as well as old barnwood. In the beginning of two
thousand two, a few months after we moved in, my
brother and I hated sleeping in our rooms at night.
My parents did not want us sleeping in the living
room every night, so they let us sleep on the
floor in our doorways. To give you an idea of

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the layout of our house. Let me tell you it's
an open floor plan. So you walk in the front door,
and to the right are the stairs to an unfinished
basement and the door to the garage. To the left
is the living room and the kitchen. My parents room
is to the left off the living room, and to
the right when the kitchen starts. There is a short
hallway where the bathroom is, and at the end was

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our rooms. My brothers was to the right and my
doorway was on the left, but at an angle where
you could see in from the kitchen. My brother's door
and my door were close enough that when we slept
on the floor, we could reach one another. We never
talked about why we didn't want to sleep in our rooms,
and we still haven't. We just said that we never
had our own room before and we were scared of

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the change. But for me, my room just felt dark
and heavy. Sleeping on the floor lasted a few months,
that is until my parents said that it was enough
and to sleep in our beds once again. I truly
did not want to, but we rearranged my room so
that my bed was in a place where I could
see into the kitchen. I am a stomach sleeper and

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my head is usually facing the right, so it was
the perfect place for me to see into the kitchen.
We always had night lights on around the house in
case we needed to get up for something. Throughout the years,
we experienced footsteps on the stairs constantly felt like we
were being watched. This was mostly downstairs, but everywhere in
the house, and the TV would turn on and off

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all on its own. A few years later, I again
got scared of staying in my room. This is the
embarrassing part of my story. My dad was away a
lot as he was a truck driver. He was two
thousand and seven and I was twelve. I was sleeping
in my mom's bed with her when my dad was away.
When he was home, though I tufed it out in
my room. There was something in my room that always

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felt heavy, and the hairs on the back of my
neck always stood up. The same thing would happen when
I would be in the living room and I would
feel like something was watching me. I hated being in
my room, even to get clothes. I would get my
clothes and then I would change in the bathroom. Well.
Staying with my mom lasted about six months, I finally

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got the nerve up to start staying in my room again.
As I was way too old to be sleeping with
my mom. I am forever grateful that she allowed me
to and she was always understanding about it. In the
summer of twenty and eleven, I saw what it was
that scared me. At this point, I am now comfortable
enough to sleep with my door closed. My room was

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re arranged. Since my door was on an angle. There
was just a small rectangle space that you could not
see from the kitchen when the door was open. That
small space had my closet and just enough room for
my comfy chair that was always hidden when my door
was open. At this time, my bed was on the
outlo side wall that did not have a window, and
it faced the comfy chair. There was just enough walking

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space between the foot of my bed and the chair,
and when opening my door there was maybe two inches
between my door and the bed. My room was pretty small,
if that gives you any idea. I'm a pretty light
sleeper and take forever to fall asleep. As I was
trying my best to fall asleep, I was tossing and
turning a bit. When I got irritated that I couldn't
fall asleep. I opened my eyes to reach for my phone,

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when in the upper left corner of my room, behind
my door and above my chair, there was a black,
hovering cloud. I don't know how else to describe it.
It was not a shadow or a figure. It was
a cloud that hovered in place. But it wasn't just
a cloud. It also had what I can only describe
as octopus legs, which were coming out and moving in

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a way as it would have been in water. I
know it sounds made up, but I assure you it's not.
I know I was not asleep yet and this really
did happen. I was frozen in place. I was shocked
that something like this existed, and I was scared that
if I moved, it was going to attack. I then
got this overwhelming feeling that my late grandfather, who passed

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a few years before, was with me. I know it
was him because he always had coloone on and I
smelled it in my room that night. In my head,
I heard him say, don't worry, I will not let
this hurt you. Stay calm. I then closed my eyes
for about thirty seconds, but it felt like forever. I

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reopened my eyes when I didn't feel my grandfather with
me any more, and I didn't smell the cologne. I
really didn't want to look, but I knew that my
mom was still up because I could hear the living
room TV, and I wanted to tell her. There was
also no way that I wouldn't see it because my
door was closed and my bed faced that wall. However,
I looked, and thankfully it was gone. I ran so

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fast to my mom and told her what had happened,
and thankfully she believed me. I slept in the living
room on the couch that night. After that, I'd still
sleep with my door closed, but I always had my
TV on when I was sleeping. I slept like that
for four more years until I moved out. I only
told my mom, and I haven't spoke of that experience

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until now. I never saw the cloud thing again, and
I am very thankful I didn't. The only other unexplainable
thing that happened in that house was a few years later,
when it was just me and my mom in the house.
She would go to bed quite early because she worked
an early morning shift. I didn't work the next day,
so I was up later than normal, and I was

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still awake in my room watching TV when this happened.
I heard a door slam really loud, and my dog
was barking. She never barks at night and was always
a very calm dog, except for this one night. I
got up to see what the matter was, and by
the time I got to the end of the hallway,
my mom was opening her door. Both me and my

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mom looked at each other, like, are you okay? And
she then asked me why I went into her room
and then slammed the door. I told her that it
wasn't me and that I was in my room when
I heard it too. We both could not explain what happened,
and she slept on the couch the rest of the night.
After my brother and I moved out, my dad was

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the only one home. He thought that my brother came
home without telling him because he heard the footsteps on
the stairs. When he called for my brother and didn't
get an answer, He went downstairs to talk to him,
but no one was there. He now believes us about
all the things that happened in that house. My parents
ended up selling the house a few years ago, and

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I wonder if the new owners experience anything paranormal. On
a side note, we did have furniture that belonged to
some family members that passed away. Maybe someone was attached
to something that we had. We no longer have those items,
and nothing paranormal has happened to any of us since
we moved. Thank you for reading my story. I truly

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enjoy listening to what others have experienced. Let's begin tonight's
journey with Heather, who calls their experience an answer to
an SOS. Hello Nick, It's been about a year since
I shared an experience with you, but I had one
happened recently that still has me puzzled and admittedly a

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bit in awe. This involves me, my husband, and our
cat in our humble little home on Florida's East coast,
and this just happened last week. To give you a
little background, this year has been insanely difficult. There have
been a lot of changes in my life, and my
husband had a stroke as we were planning our wedding. However,
we were able to get married in December at a

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beautifully intimate ceremony with close family in attendance. He is
doing much better now, but I had suddenly become his
full time caregiver and sole earner in the household. I
was working two jobs, and I was burning the case
handle at both ends between medical and financial stress. I
was on the verge of a breakdown. On top of it,
we experienced two electrical fires this year, about a month apart,

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as my elderly cat has been targeting power strips instead
of his litter box. This is part of the stress
that is relevant to this story. So basically, by April
twenty third, twenty twenty five, I had had enough and
I was starting to sink into a deep depression. I
was sitting in our living room working on one of
my part time jobs, and out of the blue, I

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pick up the unmistakable smell of ozone, you know, that
strong metallic smell of electricity. Immediately I'm freaking out and
thinking that my cat has started another electrical fire. So
I stand up and the smell becomes overwhelming, way stronger
than it should be, and stronger than it had been
with the last two power strips that burned. Only this

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time I wasn't smelling the burning wires, just ozone. So
now my brain and my nose are going a mile
a minute and trying to pinpoint the sores. When I
say that I checked everything, I ran around, sniffing and
feeling every single outlet and appliance in our home, feeling
for heat, listening for that crackling or popping sound, looking
for smoke, and even feeling the walls for heat in

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case it was a hot wire. I found absolutely nothing.
I opened up our breaker box, but nothing was a mess.
I checked the utility closet, the laundry room, and the
kitchen as I went around the entire home, but there
was literally nothing wrong. I ran outside to grab my husband,
and he came in to help me investigate, also confirming
that he smelled it too. He also noted, like I did,

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that the smell only seemed to be coming from the
center of the living room. When he suggested that perhaps
a neighbor was cleaning, I stepped outside, checking front and back,
and I could pick up no odor outside that smelled
anything like this, and that may have drifted in. I
remember thinking that since the air conditioner was running, it
should be dispersing the odor throughout my home. However, it

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remained concentrated in about an eight foot diameter of the
center of the living room. This was too weird, and
I sat down trying to get my heart rate to
slow when I happened to glance up across from me,
between the arm of the sofa and the wall where
it sits in the corner. A gray blob, That's the
best way I can describe it, about the size of

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a basketball, slowly sunk out of sight. Imagine a child
peeking their head over the arm of the sofa. That's
what it reminded me of. Now, this is not just
something I saw out of my peripheral vision. I was
looking right at it. I was not casting any shadow
in that direction. The light was in front of me,
and my cat was sleeping on his pillow in full view,

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so it wasn't him. What's even weirder is that when
the shadow moved away, so did that strong acrid smell. Now,
granted I am accustomed to seeing shadows and figures, that
part alone really didn't phaze me, but I did initially
get a little bit of an attack vibe from the
whole situation. The feeling shifted because the moment the gray

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blob disappeared, I also felt a touch right behind my
shoulder blades. It was too strong to be a stray
hair tickling my back, but it was not hard enough
to hurt. What it felt like was if someone took
a pen and drew a straight line about three inches
down the center of my back. For some odd reason,
this actually gave me a psychic impression that whatever was

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there was not there to harm me, and the mental
impression I got was that it was sorry for causing
any panic. Fast forward to the next day, on April
twenty fourth, I'm still trying to figure out what the
heck happened. I took to Reddit, of course, where opinions
varied widely. I was reminded that if this was a
dark presence, the odor would have been more of a

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sulfur or rotten smell. Another user suggested that the event
may have been a spirit leaving a host, but for
some reason that didn't feel right either. I decided to
burn some Pallo Santo, as I really needed to clear
and reclaim my space. During this time, my thoughts could
really test the edges of what all this meant and
what felt the most true the panic. I felt that

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the smell of ozone was indeed directly tied to the
electrical fires. I truly believe this was an unintentional trauma response.
I do believe the sudden, concentrated electrification of the air
directly in front of me was a manifestation something coming
to me, something that, given its other gentle movements like
the slow shadow and the gentle touch on my back,

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meant to say I'm here for you, not I'm going
to get you. If it hadn't been for the visual
and the physical cues that occurred with this manifestation of sorts,
I likely would have not recognized this event as a manifestation.
But whoever or whatever the entity was, it knew that
their presence was needed. And honestly, ever since the entity

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came and left, even though nothing in the situation itself
has changed, my heart has felt lighter and things have
felt less stressful. The resulting inner piece is a massive
relief in itself. All in all, this was by far
the strangest presence I have ever experienced, and it reminds
me that we are not alone in the universe or

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on this physical plane. It also serves as a reminder
that when our souls are crying out for help, someone
is listening. Thank you Nick for providing this platform, and
I hope this experience helps even one other person out
there to know that someone is listening to them as well,
your longtime listener, Heather. Our next experience comes to us

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from Nadya, and Nadya says this, Hi, Nick, I have
been listening to your podcast for a long time, and
now I finally found the courage to send you my
own story. I live in Denmark and English is not
my first language. I have always had a fascination with
the paranormal. As a child, reading books about ghosts and
UFOs would scare me so much that I had to

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sleep with the lights on, but I couldn't seem to
keep away from the subject. I don't recall having any
experiences with the paranormal to spark the interest, though, and
my family is as skeptical as can be. As a
young teen, I had a friend who was equally into
this stuff. One day, her boyfriend asked if we had
tried a spirit board, and we said no, so he

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showed us how. I think I was skeptical, especially because
it didn't take long for the planchette to start moving,
but the spirit could tell things that neither of the
others knew. We got freaked out and stopped playing, and
instead we went into the kitchen. My friend and I
were sitting on the kitchen bench and across from us
was a radio and it was plugged into the socket

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that was in the wall. Both of us saw the
switch getting pushed down and the radio started to play.
We then left and we never came back to his place.
I don't know if this was an actual spirit or
if our heightened emotions could have manifested into this. Shortly after,
my mom and her new part partner bought a house
so all of us could live together, my mom, her partner,

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his son, and myself. I was the typical sulky sixteen
year old girl who absolutely wasn't thrilled about moving or
getting a step brother. I am only saying this because
this particular phenomenon seemed to be attracted to me and
my emotions in the year to come. Our first night
in the house, we were all sitting around the dinner table.

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My new stepdad was next to me, and my mom
and my stepbrother were on the other side. They were
engrossed in conversation and I was being moody. Suddenly, my
stepdad's glass started sliding across the table. He noticed it too,
and we just looked at each other. Within thirty seconds,
it slid about a foot when it stopped. We tried

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everything to recreate it, but essentially we couldn't find an explanation.
In the next few months, things seemed to go missing
a lot, only to turn up in weird places. However,
I can't be sure that this was paranormal, as we
were two teens and there were tons of friends at
the house. We also heard lots of noises, but it
was an old house. One day a few months later, though,

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I had an experience that left me rattled. The house
is kind of built into a hill so that when
you enter from the street level, you can go down
the stairs and exit into the garden. My stepbrother and
I had our rooms downstairs, as well as our own
bathroom and a kitchen. I came home from school, trudged
down the stairs, put my gloves, scarf, and hat on

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the hat rack, and I bent down to untie my boots.
While I'm bending down, I noticed movement out of the
corner of my eye and I turned my head. There
were my gloves in the middle of the floor. There
is no way they could have just fallen down as
they were a good three feet to the other side
of me. A few months later, I was home alone
one Friday or Saturday night. My mom and her partner

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were gone for the weekend and had left me in charge.
My stepbrother was at a party, and I think was
perhaps the first time that he went to a party,
so I was waiting up to make sure that he
was okay. The living room was on street level, so
I would be able to clearly hear whenever he came home.
Around nine o'clock, the door opened and heavy footsteps trudged

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down the stairs. I yelled out for him to close
the door, but I got no answer. I thought that
maybe he was drunk, so I decided to go and look.
The door was open, but I was the only one
in the house. Okay, I thought that was weird, but
I closed the door and I continued to watch TV.
About forty five minutes later, though, the exact same thing

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happened again. The door swung open, footsteps came down the stairs,
but still there was no one. At this point, I
decided to lock the door. Only ten minutes later, the
same thing happened again. This time, however, the door was
actually still closed when I went out to the hallway,
but I had distinctly heard it open and footsteps go

(01:56:56):
down the stairs. When my brother finally did come home,
I was sitting outside and waiting for him. I moved
out shortly after this, but would sometimes spend the night
if I had been with friends who lived in that area.
I didn't always notify my parents because I had a
key and I would just let myself in. So one
morning my stepdad called me, asking why I had left

(01:57:18):
so early and why I had been in the garden
in the early morning. I told him, though, that I
hadn't been to the house at all. He then told
me that he had been up during the night and
he happened to glance out the window and he had
seen a female figure in the garden. Now, because the
house is built into a hill, there is no way
to enter the garden except through the house. Of course,

(01:57:40):
you could jump the wall from the neighboring gardens, but
at that time, the neighbors on all sides were older
people who were definitely not jumping any walls. I never
felt at home in that house, and I still don't,
even though these experiences all happened more than twenty years ago.
Thank you for a great podcast. Love from Nadia in Denmark.

(01:58:08):
Our next experience comes to us from Amelia. Amelia says,
I have a good amount of stories and permission to
share them from family and friends, as I don't really
have anything too significant that I have experienced myself. I
will eventually share all of them, but here's just one
for now. This story was told to me by my
grandmother about her grandmother, so this would have been my

(01:58:31):
great great grandmother's experience. When my great great grandma was
growing up, she and her family lived right outside the
town of Shalotte in eastern North Carolina. Keep in mind
this was like three generations ago, so it was still
a very little place with not too many residents. When
she was around the age of ten, there was a
really bad sickness going around, and one of her friends,

(01:58:54):
who also happened to be their neighbor, had gotten very sick.
One day around this time, my great great grandma's mother
made a cast role for the neighbors to help them
out with meals. While their daughter was so sick, she
sent my great great grandma to take it to their house,
which was right down the street. The neighbor's house had
two cornfields surrounding their house and a dirt driveway, with

(01:59:15):
one on the left and the other on the right.
As she was walking up to the house, she stopped
and looked to her left, and she saw three balls
of bright light moving over the field at a good
speed toward the house. She then watched as the lights
flew until they were directly over the house, stopped for
a moment, and then took off straight up into the

(01:59:36):
sky until she couldn't see them anymore. She stood there
for several minutes in shock, and then remembered why she
was there in the first place, and she went inside
to give them the cast role. When she got inside,
she found the family really upset because the sick daughter
had just died only minutes ago. This meant the girl
would have passed away right as my great great grandma

(01:59:58):
saw the lights over the house. My grandma says that
her grandma believed and openly stated till the day she
died that she saw the angels come to get the
little girl and take her to Heaven. Thank you so
much for reading this and for what you do for
this community. I'm planning to send in more stories soon,
but by until then, our next experience comes to us

(02:00:25):
from Justin, and Justin's story is called The Grateful Dead,
but we are not talking about the band. Greetings Nick.
I have countless tales from my military career, but to
day I want to share one without the need for
a disclaimer. When Hurricane Katrina struck, I was among the
first responders, assisting with search and rescue and spending six

(02:00:48):
grilling months on duty. After that, I returned repeatedly on
my own to help rebuild, driven by the pull of
family and friends in the devastated area. Growing up in Epauletta, Sia,
I've always had an affinity for the paranormal, steeped in
the rich tapestry of local folklore New Orleans. Due to
its low elevation and high water table, they don't bury

(02:01:10):
their dead in the ground. Instead, the deceased rest and
above ground vaults lest the soil caused their body to
be water logged or displaced. So, needless to say, Katrina
destroyed many of these tombs. In most cemeteries, I find
a sense of peace, but there are a few where
my instincts scream at me to leave, because I wouldn't

(02:01:31):
be departing alone. During our extraction missions near these hallowed grounds.
I felt a strong urge to bring some semblance of
order to the badly destroyed tombs displaced by the hurricane.
With permission, I assembled a team of six to salvage
what we could while repairing some of the vaults. A
gentleman approached me, oddly dressed in a suit, his appearance

(02:01:52):
striking me as peculiar, though not alarming. It was New Orleans,
after all, what are you doing? I then explained that
our mission was to pay our respects to the souls
affected by the storm. He stood silent for a moment
before saying thank you, and you have nothing to worry
about here. The comment sat ill at ease, but I

(02:02:15):
brushed it off. Fast forward a few weeks, it was
just my friend who was from New Orleans, and myself
working in another cemetery. I found myself in conversation with
a rather brash lady. The air was tense and my
friend seemed increasingly uneasy. He wouldn't look at her, refuse
to make eye contact, and remained mute. When I articulated

(02:02:38):
my desire to honor the departed souls, she echoed the
exact same words that I had heard from the suited
man weeks before, thank you and you have nothing to
worry about here, But she also added you are always
welcome here. I then thanked her and I asked her
for her name, but she merely laughed and then walked away. Confused,

(02:03:01):
I turned to my friend, asking what was wrong with them.
I wasn't going to say anything, he replied, but you
weren't speaking to a living person. That lady you were
just talking to She is the ancient queen believed to
be none other than Mary Leveaux. For those of you
who aren't familiar with who Justin is referring to, Mary,

(02:03:21):
Catherine Leveaux was a renowned Louisiana Creole practitioner of voodoo,
an occultist, herbalist, nurse, and midwife. Mary passed away in
Louisiana on June fifteenth, eighteen eighty one, at the age
of seventy nine. Justin goes on to say this, years later,

(02:03:42):
I returned to the same grounds, and while I didn't
see anyone, I felt the unmistakable sensation of being observed
by many eyes. Yet instead of danger, I felt a
profound sense of comfort. I now go to the cemeteries
with coins for veteran graves and various tokens for others
laid to rest. I hope that just by speaking their

(02:04:03):
names one more time, that it helps them to know
that they are never forgotten. Several weeks ago, I was
watching YouTube late one night and I came across a
YouTuber by the name of Ashley Inc. Ashley is the
host of Spooky Scary Story Time YouTube had recommended a

(02:04:24):
video of Ashley's that was entitled Time Travel Glitch, A
deep dive into Valdosta, Georgia's SR three seventy six time
Glitch mystery. Well, as you can imagine, I was intrigued,
and over the next thirty six minutes, I became fascinated
with the topic, so much so that I reached out
to Ashley to offer my assistance with the ongoing mystery,

(02:04:45):
which she accepted. With that said, I wanted to read
this next listener experience that had some similarities to the Valdosta,
Georgia time glitch. The experiencer, whose name is Stacy, shared
this story with me after seeing my post on Patreon.
Stacy was kind enough to give me as much information
as she had, and I'm very grateful that she took
the time to reach out to me and share her

(02:05:07):
and her family's bizarre experience. This is Stacy's story. Heinik.
I live in North Georgia. You can use my real name.
If you decide to read this on your podcast. You
may also share this with Ashley from Scary Stories. I
was intrigued by your post on Patreon about a creepy
gas station in Valdosta, Georgia, and I decided to watch

(02:05:29):
the first video on YouTube posted by Ashley. My stomach
turned when I heard the story about the two women
who suddenly encountered a roadblock sign on the interstate and
were forced to turn off of I seventy five. It
reminded me of an experience my family had while driving
from Georgia to Destin, Florida, in May of twenty fifteen.

(02:05:50):
My husband and I were traveling with our two young children,
ages ten and seven, to meet up with our friends
at the beach. We had a late start and the
waysapp put us on a different route to avoid sitting
in heavy traffic. This route took us into Alabama and
then down to the destined area. After crossing into Alabama,
I began to feel drowsy and I asked my husband

(02:06:12):
to swap with me. You see, I have narcolepsy and
I can't drive for long periods of time. So we
pulled over, swapped seats, and I set up my phone
so my husband could continue following the directions on the
ways app while I napped. I don't know how much
time had passed, but I was awoken to my husband
yelling about a roadblock sign and the GPS was no

(02:06:34):
longer working. We turned around and took the first turn
that we came upon, hoping to find a gas station
to take a bathroom break and get the ways app
working once again. After driving for thirty to forty five
minutes on a two lane road surrounded by nothing except
trees and farmland, we came upon an old gas station.
It was not as old as the one Ashley described

(02:06:55):
in the stories that she read. This one was a
nineteen seventy style seven eleven, even with four very outdated pumps.
Although the gas station was old and run down, it
wasn't unusual for the area. After a short stop at
the gas station, we decided to go back the way
that we had came in hopes of getting our GPS
to work again. We drove around for at least another

(02:07:17):
hour with no luck. We passed no other vehicles on
the road, and there was nowhere to stop and ask
for directions. Suddenly, though, my wayzapp started working and we
were able to find our way out of Alabama and
then on to deston. Our five and a half hour
trip took us nine hours. Now we've joked about the

(02:07:37):
experience for years, and it felt like we were trapped
in some sort of time loop. Not counting our stop
at the gas station, we somehow lost three hours of time,
and our friends that we were meeting in Destin didn't
believe us. After hearing Ashley read those stories on YouTube,
I can't help but think that there might be a connection.
Our experience wasn't in Valdosta, Georgia, but it did occur

(02:07:59):
at the same lame latitudinal line as the story's referencing
State Road three seventy six and I seventy five. I
thought that it was worth sharing in case someone else
had a similar experience in that area. Thank you so
much for giving people a place to share their stories
and experiences, Stacy. After reading Stacy's email, I asked her

(02:08:22):
several questions regarding any road names that her and her
husband could remember, as well as any details that she
could remember about the gas station or even the people
running it. This was her response. He nick my husband
remembers the experience better since he was the one driving.
He said the loss of time occurred somewhere along State

(02:08:42):
Road fifty two after Hartford, Alabama. He told me the
gas station we had come across was definitely not a
seven eleven. He doesn't recall the name because he said
it wasn't a well known gas station brand. However, he
did confirm that I remembered the four pumps correctly. My
husband said that he did not go inside the gas station.
He is not someone who rattles easily, but he felt

(02:09:03):
out of place while he was standing outside and trying
to get a signal on his cell phone. I included
a screenshot of SR fifty two between Hartford and Aola, Alabama.
I used Google Maps to check the area, and it
appears there are no gas stations along that route. My
husband said that we passed the gas station two more
times while driving back and forth along the same stretch

(02:09:25):
of road. Looking closer at the map, he said, it's
possible that we somehow turned off on Antioch Circle since
that loops back to SR fifty two. However, he doesn't
recall taking any turns. The GPS on my phone suddenly
started working again around Aola, Alabama, and we were able
to get back on track to Florida from there. My

(02:09:46):
husband also mentioned that the car radio only played static,
and he remembered turning it off after scrolling through channels
because it made him feel even more uncomfortable. The whole
experience was just so strange, and we have not yet
used the ways app ever since that trip. I know
the details aren't great, but hopefully the maps can help.

(02:10:07):
Thank you so much for the quick follow up and
the interest in our experience. Our next experience with a
reality glitch comes to us from Shannon Lee, and her
experience is called time warp or parallel dimension high strangeness
at the very least, Hei Nick, So, I have been

(02:10:31):
meaning to share these experiences for some time now, but
I always skipped it due to how much typing would
be involved. Ironically, my experience is very similar to the
TimewARP thing you recently talked about, but it was not
in Georgia. It was near the Oregon Nevada border and
for me. It started back in twenty twenty. Oh boy,

(02:10:52):
Where to begin. I live in a very rural community
in Nevada. My parents live in Washington State. Twice a
year I take vacation to go and visit them in
April and then October. It's quite a long drive, so
I drive part of the way on one day and
the rest on the second. The first day of driving
I bring a thermos of coffee with me, and on

(02:11:12):
the second day I always stop at Kilgore Sports in
Whitebird for coffee. Yes, I promise this is relative. April
twenty twenty was still pretty much COVID lockdown and masks
were required. I stopped at a very tiny but very
clean motel in McDermott, Nevada. The edge of town is
the Oregon state line. The restaurant Slash Mini Casino next

(02:11:35):
door was shuttered closed due to the pandemic, and simultaneously
the motel was undergoing some upgrades which included in room appliances.
There was no coffee maker, and for a caffeine fueled
person as myself, this was tragic. The next morning, I
packed up and I hit the road. I crossed into
Oregon and gone only twenty five to thirty miles when

(02:11:57):
I came across a carved wooden sign the said welcome
to Coldell. Coldel spelled k ol d e l L,
and just a few hundred feet past the sign was
a small building with a cardboard sign in the window
that said open. I pulled into the dirt lot in
front of me, and I grabbed my tumbler from the car,

(02:12:19):
praying that they had coffee. The entire interior was wood
beams and paneling, and along the right side length of
the store was built in wood shelving with a countertop
above it. There were bottles and tins stacked neatly in
the shelves, and behind the counter was a woman that
I would guess to be about sixty. She had short
gray hair in tight curls, and she was wearing a

(02:12:41):
floral print blouse with a beige apron over it. I
then admired the ornate antique cash register they had on
the counter. It was a beauty. Then my eyes saw
the best thing of all. At the end of the
counter was a coffee pot. I went straight for the
coffee like I was on a mission, and it piqued
my interest that it was a perkle later style pot

(02:13:01):
with the rope style power cord. Wow, I thought, I'm
loving this old timey theme that they've got going on here.
At this point, I asked the lady behind the counter, ma'am,
is it okay if I just poured the coffee right
into my tumbler? She then shrugged and said if suits,
and she then went back to whatever she had behind
the counter. I suddenly realized that with everything shut down,

(02:13:24):
I hadn't gotten the chance to grab any cash and McDermott.
Do you take credit cards here? I asked? However, she
looked at me a bit confused and then slowly said,
we don't do lines of credit here. I then remembered
that I had a coin purse, and I said, oh,
I probably have enough change. How much do I owe you?
She then looked at my pretty large tumbler and said

(02:13:46):
twenty five cents. I chuckled a bit and said are
you sure. I filled my tumbler and it used most
of your pot. She was looking at me like something
was wrong with me, so I quickly fished out a
quarter and I gave it to her, said thank you,
and I headed back out to my car. I got
in my car and was thinking, oh my god, this
is my new favorite place to stop for coffee twenty

(02:14:08):
five cents freshly percolated. Holy cow, this place is the best.
It would also be easy to remember as well, because
now both of my coffee stop places start with the
letter K. Two weeks later, I was heading back home.
I kept watching and watching for Coldell and that little building,
but I never saw it. Pretty soon I was in

(02:14:29):
McDermott and back at the same hotel. Carol, the manager
was quite friendly and remembered me. As we exchanged pleasantries.
She told me that they still didn't have the coffee
makers yet, but that the new WiFi was up and running.
This prompted me to ask how I could have missed
Coldell on my way back, but she said, Coldell never
heard of it, and I've been here for thirty two years.

(02:14:52):
I assured her that I got coffee there and that
it was only twenty or thirty miles north when I
stumbled across it. She shook her head and looked at
me a bit perplexed. Suddenly feeling uncomfortable, I said, oh, well,
I'm sure it's my mistake. I smiled, and I took
my room key. The next three hours was me trying

(02:15:12):
every Internet search, history search, and map search I could
think of. There was no Coldel. Not just like no
Coldell currently, but no Coldell ever anywhere in the USA,
not even in historical records. I was one percent upset
about no more twenty five cent coffee, but ninety nine

(02:15:32):
percent like what the heck. Fast forward to October of
twenty twenty. I'm headed back up to Washington again, and
this time I opted to stay in Ontario, Oregon, as
it was closer to a halfway point. But as soon
as I left McDermott, I watched like a hawk as
I started into Oregon, and then at mile marker thirty four,

(02:15:54):
there it was. But the wooden welcome to Coldell's sign
wasn't there, and the building looked to be crumbling and
long deserted, no signs in the window. I pulled to
the opposite side of the highway and I got out
of the car to look. Then, though I felt oddly
pressed to leave right away, I still make this track

(02:16:15):
back and forth twice a year. Sometimes the crumbling building
is there, and sometimes there is nothing but sagebrush. In
May of twenty twenty two, it was there on my
way home, so I stopped the car to snap a
few picks, but I was not brave enough to get
out of the car. I have never come across it
in its open for business state ever. Again, I'm not

(02:16:39):
really sure if this could technically be a time warp
per se, because if Coldell has never existed, how could
it be. Maybe we're talking about a parallel dimension. Anyway,
if anyone is ever traveling north on Highway ninety five,
as soon as you cross into Oregon, watch for mile
marker thirty four and see if you can spot it

(02:16:59):
or not. I am attaching my picks from twenty twenty
two for you. I'm sorry that I don't have an explanation,
but I just thought you might like to know that
it's happening in places other than just Georgia as always.
After reading her account, I emailed Shannon Lee to ask
some follow up questions. I inquired about the land around

(02:17:21):
the old building as well as the surrounding countryside. I
was curious if she had noticed any differences in the
terrain or if it was just the building which seemed
to be different with each visit. She had this to say, Hi, Nick,
I didn't pay much attention to the surrounding area. When
you are on a mission for coffee in the early morning,
that pretty much is your only point of focus. In

(02:17:44):
my defense, that little corner of southeastern Oregon is pretty
much just endless sagebrush, so it would have been difficult
to tell any difference. I do recall that the driveway
and parking area was dirt even when I discovered it
to be open. I never did get up close to
it again, even just driving past it makes me extremely uncomfortable,
like if I get too close, I risk crossing into

(02:18:06):
a time or reality that I can't come back from.
Even when I took the pictures, I did it from
across the road and still seat it in my car.
It might seem silly, but I would rather be paranoid
than lost in a time slip. As we come to

(02:18:26):
the end of part one of our twenty twenty five recap,
i'd like to once again thank all of our experiencers
for sharing their amazing stories, and of course, if anyone
listening has had an experience of their own, I welcome
you to share it with me at Paranormal Mysteries podcast
dot com. With that being said, I hope you all
have a wonderful rest of your evening, and as we

(02:18:46):
get closer to Christmas and the upcoming holidays, I hope
each and every one of you stays safe and I'll
see you back here in just a few short days
with Part two of our twenty twenty five recap right
here on Paranormal Mysteries.

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