2025 Listener Experience Recap: Part 2 | 468 - Paranormal Mysteries

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Speaker 1 (00:08):
Welcome back to Paranormal Mysteries and part two of my
twenty twenty five listener experience recap. I'm your host, Nick Ryan.
We have a lot of encounters to get to, but
before we start, I want to wish everyone a very
merry Christmas. May each and every one of you have
a safe and fun holiday, and I hope you know
how much I truly appreciate all of you for listening.

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Let's begin. Let's begin tonight's journey with an experience from
an anonymous listener who calls their story unexplained activity at

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the workplace. I've never told these events to anyone but
my partner of twenty three years, and she is my vault.
Let's preface this by saying that I am a dual
discipline engineer, environment and structural, a twenty one year military
aviation veteran, and I spent seven years as a reserve
deputy sheriff from nineteen ninety seven to two thousand and three.

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I am a trained observer and a report writer. I
do not take drugs or drink to excess. I do
not believe in ghosts, bigfoot, cryptids, or spirituality. I believe
in alien life simply due to the incomprehensible size of
the universe, but not intergalactic invaders or beings out to
probe humans and cows. I can appreciate interdimensional activity, but

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that is a bit deeper than the scope of this email.
I feel that my minor combat related PTSD slash TBI
is not a contributing factor to these events as well.
I worship devoutly at the altar of science and technology,
but I do not judge or begrudge people that have
had experiences of a paranormal nature. Their experiences are theirs alone,

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and what they feel or believe is up to their
interpretation and or acceptance. I have had no paranormal or
supernatural events take place in my life prior to what
you are about to read and see. That being said,
I've had three unusual and unexplained quote unquote encounters where
I work, beginning in March of twenty twenty two, with

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the last one presented with the video evidence which I
have attached. First encounter, fourteenth of October twenty twenty two.
I had come up from my office around twenty two
thirty hours to pick something up. I walked through the lobby,
which activated the motion sensor lighting, and I turned left
down a long window lined corridor to go to my office.

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As I walked down the hall, passing a door in
my right, I heard a deep, clear voice say hey,
you right into my ear, and every hair on my
body stood up. I just knew that if I looked
to my left, I would see someone or something reflected
in the windows, so I continued to face forward, picking
up my pace as I moved down the hall. As

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I walked, the ceiling tiles, which were nine feet above me,
started to, for lack of a better term, bounce in
the grid overhead, which caused dust to cascade down. I
made the left turn at the end of the corridor,
ceiling tiles bouncing merrily down the hall in trail, and
I opened the door to my office, still fully tuned up,

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and my something Ain't right radar going absolutely bananas. As
I got to my desk, the double glass doors to
my office area began vibrating rapidly, and the ceiling tiles
continued to bounce above me. I recovered what I needed,
and I walked to the doors with an entirely different
level of purpose. As I got closer, the door stopped moving,

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so I opened them and exited. Turned left to the
exit only door leading outside, approximately ten feet from my office,
and I left the building. Instantly, I felt a relief
come over me. I got into my car and I left.
This incident took place prior to the installation of our
surveillance system. Second encounter twenty second of March twenty twenty three.

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The nature of my duties dictate that I interfaced with
the contractors in support of the facility infrastructure the day before,
on the twenty first of March, there was a major
plumbing event at the plant that required resolution, but as
soon as the contractor could be on site would be
early the next day. I typically arrived at the office early,
between five hundred hours and six hundred hours, but I

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opted to meet him here at four hundred hours in
order to correct the deficiency prior to daily start up
and other personnel arriving. I pulled into the lot around
three forty five hours, noticed the plumber's van was already there,
and I parted. I walked over to the plumber and
he rolled his window down. He then said, I thought

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you were already here. He saw me pull up, though,
so I told him that he just watched me park,
but he stated, but I've been watching people walk around
the building for forty five minutes. That wasn't you. And
he then pointed to the second floor, where the motion
activated lights were coming on sequentially as if someone was
walking down the hall. The building is basically open plan

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on the office side where we were watching, with a
fully glazed exterior. He then exited his van and we
stood in the lot watching the lights come on from
east to west, all along the second floor, pause, and
then activate from west to east all along the first floor.
We then entered the building. No weird feeling this time,

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oddly enough, and he completed his task. Later, a view
of the surveillance system showed no physical entity moving along
the halls, but it did show the lights coming on
in order. I did not try to save this footage,
but I wish I had third encounter. Fifth of December
twenty twenty four. This incident took place at o one

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thirty two hours with the plant completely empty of personnel,
and it was captured on a three hundred and sixty
degree camera on the second floor. I arrived at work
at about six hundred hours and was told by one
of my facility's team members that someone had torn a
gate off the hinges on a chain link fence upstairs.
He took me up to look, and there was the

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gate lying on the ground, with the hinge posts twisted
in ninety degrees but still attached to the fence post.
The hinge posts were still bolted onto their original location,
and the layer of paint that was applied over them
and the post at the time of manufacturing bore no
witness marks. Due to slippage. The steel hinge posts were
just twisted in place, and we had to unbolt them

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and pry them off in order to put them into
our vice to untwist them. I being twenty twenty, I
should have taken pictures of the twisted hinge posts. Watching
the video, you can see the gate FLEs forward once
and then fall to the ground in the opposite direction.
The gate has since been repaired and returned to service
without further incident. To date, I have been employed here

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for eight years, and only since twenty twenty two have
I felt what I considered to be an irrational discomfort
in coming here alone day or night, which is an
odd thing to hear coming from an educated fifty year
old combat veteran. Even after writing this, I still have
a hard time rationalizing these preternatural events, even though I

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experience them personally. But I do feel better for having
actually said it to someone. I enjoy your podcast, and
I appreciate the people that feel like they have something
that needs to be heard. I never thought that i'd
be someone like that, but giving a voice to these
three events is rather cathartic. Thank you. I have added

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a link in the show notes to Anonymous's video. The
clip is pretty short, but very interesting, and I recommend
watching it several times in order to see every detail
that Anonymous mentioned. Loving the paranormal. I have another story
to share. This one happened in my hometown in southern

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Minnesota as well. This paranormal experience just happened a few
years ago in twenty twenty three. My mom and I
were at our local nature center. Our nature center was
right on the outskirts of my hometown. As a nature
center typically is, it's a forest filled with trees. It
was fall at this time and the crisp, cool Midwest

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air felt nice, so we decided to go for a
walk there. It was also the middle of the week
in the middle of the day, so it wasn't busy
at all. At this nature center, there are paved paths,
dirt paths, and grass paths. We decided to take a
paved path since there is some more science area along
that route. For most of the walk, it was nice

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and relaxing, but the end of the walk was a
different story. As my mom and I were walking, we
start to hear footsteps right next to us in the
leaves and rubble of the forest. These footsteps went right
along with ours. At first, I questioned if they were
my mom or my footsteps, but I realized that we
were on a paved path. There was no way that

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it could have been either of us. What made it
even freakier was that if we slowed down or sped
up in speed, whatever it was, would match our pays
On this paved path that we were on. There is
one spot where the stream runs through the path, so
you need to walk on a bridge. My mom and
I just kept walking faster and faster as we kept

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approaching this bridge. Once we got to this bridge, the
footsteps stopped. What was freakier was that they stopped altogether
after that. It's like once we hit the water whatever
it was, couldn't go past it. Luckily, after that bridge,
we were proud tally out of the forest area. Now
what scared my mom and I the most is that

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we never saw anything. It felt like a person was
right next to us and following us, but we never
saw another person in sight. Those footsteps were clear as day.
It sucks because we have always enjoyed going to the
nature Center to go on walks and spend time with
one another. It was always so peaceful. We have had
so many memories at that nature center, from field trips

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growing up, homecoming and prom pictures, and even my graduation party.
After this experience, though my mom and I have no
intention of returning, we unfortunately got way too spooped. Thank
you for sharing these stories, Nick, I hope others who
listen to this podcast have similar stories that they can

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relate to. Our next experience comes to us from Eliza,
and Eliza's story is called the f in the Storm.
I just started listening to your podcast and it reminded
me of my own story. My story is kind of short,
but it has stuck with me for a long time.

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When I was about seven or eight, I was sitting
at the table which was in front of a large window.
It was spring, and it was probably April or May.
It was raining pretty hard outside, and I glanced at
the window and I was shocked to see a little
person clinging to a branch. She was probably around eight
to ten inches tall and was wearing a teal dress.

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She had straight brown hair, black or brown boots, and
she was holding an umbrella in her left hand as
she clung to the tree with the other. Now, the
branch that she was holding on to was very thin
and seemed to be too thin for her to be
holding on to for her size. I was surprised the
tree wasn't leaning, but it seemed as though it wasn't
affected by her at all, except for a slight tip

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at the end of the branch. The teal dress that
she was wearing wasn't tied at the waist or fitted.
I don't know what you would call it, but it
was very simple. I think she was wearing a button
up sweater, but the buttons were undone. She was swaying
from the wind, but didn't seem very wet. I remember
my eyes going wide and not being able to take
my eyes away from her. I say that she's a

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she because she reminded me of myself and seemed to
resemble my appearance. Then my mom walked into the room
and I forced my eyes away from her and I said, Mom,
I just saw a little girl holding onto the tree. However,
my mom didn't look at me, and she said, that's nice.
I looked back the tree and she wasn't there. My

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eyes scanned the surrounding yard, but she was nowhere to
be seen. I remember begging my mom to believe me,
and she said she did, but it didn't really seem
like it. I sat there for a long time afterwards,
hoping to see her again, but I never did. I
don't know what I saw that day. I might have
imagined it, but if I did, I don't feel like

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I would remember it for this long. To this day,
I still can't decide if what I saw was simply
not there or if it was something supernatural. The thing
that keeps making me think that I saw something was
that I didn't just see it out of the corner
of my eye. I was looking straight at it for
around fifteen or twenty seconds before I looked away. Also,
the detail that I saw it in was very vivid,

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so believe what you want, but I think that I
saw something supernatural. Our next experience comes to us from John,
and John's story is called Jealous Woman in White. John
says this all started when I was still in the

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Marine Corps and involves a few different individuals and locations
over the span of about ten years. It's a long story,
and I don't know how else to explain the events
other than to tell you what I saw, felt, and
was told by others. I've been listening for a while
now and never took the time to write it down
till now, but I've always felt an urge to share

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when listening to your show, it helps the workday go
by and I enjoy everyone's experiences. This all happened to
me over a few years in different locations, involving my
son's mom and my now wife. When I was in
the Serfs, we had two bases that I worked at,
staying at our home base most of the time, but
working at another for a month at a time. I

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was around nineteen or twenty years old, and the first
instance happened when I was alone at our second base.
I was in the barracks, which I shared with another
marine in a Jack and Jill style room or apartment.
To give you a layout of the room when you
walked in. Immediately to the left was the door that
led to the shared bathroom, then a sink, followed by
the door that led to the kitchen. On the far wall.

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Next to the kitchen door was a window that viewed
the courtyard, and next to that was a double sliding
door closet. To the right of the entrance door, and
opposite the closet sat the bed. There was a short wall,
maybe three feet long that separated the bed from the entrance.
So one night I woke up, and I mean wide awake,
not groggy or half awake. I couldn't move a muscle

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or speak, but I could look around the room. As
this was the first time experiencing sleep paralysis, I was scared.
That's when I noticed her standing in the corner in
front of the closet. Now I say that I saw her,
but there was this mass of darkness in the corner.
Mind jew, some light was seeping in through the blinds
from the lights in the courtyard, but this mass was

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just devoid of light. It was blacker than black, and
within that black I saw or imagined a woman. It's
hard to explain, but she was there a long white
nightgown and long black hair that blocked her face. I
felt like she was around my age, and she just
stood there. Now, I'm not a super religious man, but

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I do believe in Jesus and a higher power. But
I'm not a church goer, and I've never read the Bible.
I was so terrified, the most I've ever been in
my life, that I went to call on the Lord's name.
But before I could get Christ's name out, it yelled angrily,
don't you say his name. However, it wasn't out loud,
it seemed to be said in my mind, like telepathically.

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I fell silent, just staring at this thing for what
felt like eternity. After what felt like ours, the mass
vanished and I was able to move again. I jumped
out of my rack and turned on all the lights,
but I saw nothing. I don't know how I was
able to fall back asleep after being so terrified, but
I did. Fast forward some time and I started seeing

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my son's mom. We met through the court, so she
was in the same barracks as I was. Back at
our home Bayse. Here, I had a room mate, and
we set up our room with wall lockers dividing our
beds as to have some privacy. One night, while he
was gone for work, I had my ex over to
watch movies and spend the night. We ended the night
and fell asleep in the full sized bed, so you

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can imagine it was a tight squeeze. Again. I woke
in the middle of the night on my back, not
able to move or speak, and there she was again.
She was right at my feet. My bed was pushed
up into a corner so there was no space beyond
my footboard. She stood there in that black mist once
again staring at me, but this time I said nothing.

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She then turned to look at my ex, and again
in my mind, she said, I want to hurt her.
I didn't dare speak a word. I just sat there,
staring for eternity. As before. She faded away and I
was able to move again. I quickly rolled over and
grabbed her arm, asking her if she was okay. In

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a confused and half awake state, she asked what. I
then replied with nothing, and I rolled over to go
back to sleep. Now we had a guy in our
unit who we all thought was weird to say that
he believed in demons and spirits, and one night, after
a few drinks, I found myself alone with him. He

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told me about demons and his friendlies that he had
that would do his bidding. Maybe it was the drinks
or my need to understand, but I opened up and
told him about what had happened to me. He replied
that I had somehow opened myself up to a jealous
spirit that wanted me for itself and was angry that
I had given my attention to another being, I e.

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My then fiancee. However, I brushed it off as just
some weird happenings. About a year later, my son was born,
and shortly after that, my ex and I fell out
of love and I moved farther south to where I
had family stationed with the Navy. We had an off
and on again thing, and we still spoke. One day,

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while driving back from seeing my son and her, she
told me of a weird experience that she had. The
gist of it goes as follows. She had moved my
son's crib into her room as he was a fussy baby.
One night, when she woke up, she found that she
couldn't move there at the foot of my son's bed
was the Lady in white. She described it just as

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I had experienced it. My ex told me that it
spoke to her, but in her head it said I
want to hurt him. Now. At this point I got
the creeps, but I said, all right, you're just trying
to scare me, to try to get me back, or
something along those lines. Because I thought she was playing
with me, I told her to knock it off and

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that I had told her that story about the Lady
in white. However, she replied, no, you haven't. I don't
know what you're talking about. Well, it freaked me out,
but I didn't know what to do, so I dropped it. Now,
nothing else happened For several years. I had two daughters
and nothing really happened with them. I met my now
wife and she moved in. She became really good friends

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with my friends, and we enjoy having camp fires and
hanging out with everyone. Well, one night, while sitting around
the fire in the back yard, and mind you, this
was several houses later, we start telling ghost stories. I
had already started listening to you, and it gave me
the courage to tell my story. So I tell everyone
that's there about my experience, and upon concluding my story,

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my now wife exclaims, you've never told me that it
explains what happened to me. Now again, I really freaked
out as I thought that I was done with the
lady in white. She then proceeds to say that one morning,
after I had left for work, she rolled over to
my side of the bed as she likes the warmth
and the smell of me on my pillow. She was

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half awake when she heard a woman calling my name.
She said it freaked her out a little, but she
brushed it off, not knowing what had happened to me. Well,
we all sat there, creeped out, and we quickly changed
the subject. I don't know if this last part has
to deal with the lady in white or something else,
but seeing as after this event she seemingly has gone,

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I will tell it. I was awoke in one night
with this awful feeling that something was happening in my
son's room, and my dad instincts kicked in. With my
fiancee still asleep in bed, I got up and went
to my son's room. As soon as I crossed the
threshold of his room, the temperature dropped and I hid
goose bumps all over me. I felt a presence in

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his room that didn't belong. I had an awful feeling
of anxiety and danger, but now it was threatening my son.
So my protective instincts overrode any flight thoughts that I had.
Thanks to listening to your podcast, and the listeners have
remembered that if you tell a spirit that it isn't
welcome there, it will leave. So I whispered, whatever the

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hell is in here, you were not welcome in my house.
My dad protective side even went as far to tell it,
if you don't leave, I will find a way to
unaalive you again if you so much as touch my
loved ones. Now, hearing your listener's experiences, I know that
was dumb and could have come out negative for me.
But after concluding my threat, the room became normal. The

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goosebumps went away, and a wash of relief came over me.
I bent down and kissed my son and I went
back to bed. Now, one day, while returning my son
to his mom, we had this whole conversation. My ex
says that she sees the lady in white from time
to time, but she isn't scared of her being a
nurse and all. She says that it's just a trick

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of the brain. I don't know if it's just that
or something beyond my comprehension, but my son swears that
he has a shadow man in a top hat, as
well as a lady that visits him at night. It's
hard to tell, though, if he's just being a kid
in making up stories because him and I both listened
to your podcast, or if something followed him home because

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it wasn't welcome at mine. Let's begin tonight's journey with
Ivan and her experience is called The Hag and the
hat Man. A little back story before I begin. My
husband and I bought our first house in August or
September of nineteen eighty four. We were expecting our first

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child and his aunt I'll call her v had passed
away from cancer a couple of months earlier, so we
had purchased her house. It was nothing fancy, just a cute,
little one story house in the country. Well, Vee made
her presence known quite early, as she would turn lights
on and every morning I could smell coffee brewing and
I could hear country music playing. This went on for years,

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and she was a very sweet lady. As the years passed,
our family grew and we had two children, Emily and Chris.
We realized our house was too small for us, and
my husband's father had gifted us some land just up
the road from where we were, so we decided to
build our house there. We built a nice one story,
three bedroom house with a car port. The bedrooms were

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on one side of the house, and there was a
large living room, dining room, kitchen, and laundry and mud room.
The kids were still small, and by now it was
the early nineties, but they were old enough to enjoy
all the space that we now had. The first couple
of years went by without any issues, but by the
time Chris was about six or seven, he began having

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trouble sleeping and having nightmares. Both kids had night lights
in their rooms as well as the bathroom at this point,
and I thought that it was just something temporary that
he was going through and that it would quickly pass.
But it did not. Chris became afraid to sleep in
his own room and he would sneak into our bedroom
after we fell asleep. This went on for about a year,

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and throughout this time I tried everything I could to
help him, but to no avail. Chris finally told me
why he was afraid to sleep in his room because
he said there was an old woman. He said that
she was very small, very wrinkly, with a big nose,
dressed all in black, and that she smelled terrible and
her teeth were bad. He said that she would just

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stand and watch him and not let him leave. I
didn't know what to do, but eventually I had a
friend make him a dream catcher and it worked for
a while. So things went back to normal for a
couple of months. And then one night, after everyone was asleep,
I had a little free time, so I decided to
play the Nintendo that we had got. I played for

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a couple of hours and then I started hearing a
strange sound. At first I didn't know what it was,
but as it grew louder, I realized it was the
sound of a door handle jiggling back and forth. Now
the kid's doors were open, but our bedroom door was
closed because my husband liked a very dark room, as
well as a fan blowing on him year round because

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he snored extremely loud. Well, I got up from the floor,
as I had been there playing Nintendo, and I made
sure the noise wasn't someone trying to get into the house.
I checked the kid's rooms, and then I went to
our bedroom door, and I could clearly see our door
handle jiggling back and forth very fast, and I could
hear my husband snoring. I thought that he was sleep

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walking and was trying to get out. So I opened
the door and there was no one there. My husband
was still in bed, asleep and snoring away. I honestly
didn't know what to think or what to do. I
never told him about it, as I was too afraid
that he would think I was crazy, and it never
happened again. Soon after, our son started sneaking into our

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room again to sleep, and one night, after everyone was asleep,
I had stayed up to read and after a few chapters,
I decided to go to bed. I went to our
bedroom and I laid down to get comfortable. It takes
me forever to fall asleep, so I'm laying on my
back when all of a sudden, I felt this awful
sense of panic and dread, and then I just knew

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that someone was watching me. I looked at the foot
of my bed and there stood a man. He was tall,
and he had a fedora type hat. He was dark,
like a shadow, but darker, and he was just standing
there looking at me. I can't describe the fear that
was running through me. I was frozen in terror. For

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a moment, I couldn't move. But then he took one
step toward me, and I jumped completely over our child
and on to my husband, screaming that there was someone
in the house. So he jumped up and turned on
the light, and of course he didn't see anything, and
he thought that I was either dreaming or crazy. I
then told him that I wasn't asleep or crazy, and

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that I know what I saw. I'll never forget that
night ever. I wonder now if he the hatman, was
some harbinger of bad things to come. As my husband
and I divorced a few years after. The woman that
he married after the kids and I left didn't like
the house either, and she said that she saw things
as well, so after a couple of years they moved out.

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So that's my story. I hope it makes the podcast,
and if it does, thank you in advance. I've been
enjoying your podcast for a couple of years now and
I felt like it was time to tell mine keep
up the great work. Our next experience comes to us
from Jewels and Jules's story is called College Dorm Ghost.

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He Nick, I really enjoyed listening to you use my
story months ago. I don't consider myself to be someone
who has many paranormal experiences, like a lot of other
story senders on here, And upon sending my first interesting
experience that had been the only time that I'd ever
had something happen to me that I could not explain
away with logic, I am now writing to you a

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second experience that took place over several days this past fall.
I am a now newly transferred college student attending school
in southern California. I would consider our college town to
be fairly small and surrounded by ocean and large mountain ranges.
The college is pretty old, and I live in the
housing that is run by the school. Our quote unquote

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dorm is apartment style, with five of us living together
with a living room and a kitchen along with our
rooms and bathrooms, and it's considered to be the oldest
housing complex the campus has to offer. Our living room
and kitchen are sort of connected in the sense that
when you sit on the couch and face the TV
directly to the left, you can see the kitchen area. Now,

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what took place to me and my roommate, whom i'll
call Ella, was not that big of a deal, but
certainly unexplainable and creepy enough to have me write this.
It was just another night in our apartment and Ella
and I had two of our friends over. One of them,
I'll call him Andy, was sitting down in front of
the coffee table watching a movie. I was on the

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couch sitting next to our roommate, and our other friend
was sitting next to her. What happened happened incredibly fast
for me, and I will recount my experience as well
as Ella's. For me, I looked up from my phone
for a brief moment, and I saw something small and
tiny whizzing by me so fast I almost missed it.
Once it reached the kitchen area, it slammed into our

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window and you could hear it hitting the blinds and
the glass. When I asked Ella later on, she told
me that she saw something floating directly next to the
TV that was black and round. As quickly as she
noticed it, it slowly floated toward the kitchen for a moment,
and then full force zoomed into the kitchen and then
slammed into the window. When it happened, we all looked

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at one another confused. We paused what we were watching,
and Andy went into the kitchen to investigate. At this point,
all of us were calling out different things. It could
have been a really big bug, or maybe a bird
got in, or maybe we were all just simultaneously hallucinating.
The interesting part is that as much as Andy looked
around the kitchen, he could find no sign of what

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the object was. The only evidence that it did happen
was the disheveled blinds that covered the window. Later on,
when Ella and Andy were alone, he confided in her
that he had no idea what the object could have been,
and the fact that it just vanished into thin air
puzzled him completely. We sort of forgot about the event
after that, but some interesting things happened to Ella later

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on that I think are worth mentioning. I kept seeing
things out of the corner of my eye after that.
I'd be in the kitchen with the lights on, or
even walking back to my room in the dark, and
I would see something moving out of the corner of
my eye. I confess I am a bit wary typing
this out because it could totally be my mind playing
tricks on me. I was never scared or felt unsafe

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when this happened. It actually just felt sort of natural.
What scared me the most, though, were the events that
happened a couple of weeks later. I had woken up
at three am to the most horrible smell I've ever encountered.
Ella and I slept with the window cracked open for
reference and a small fan on. The smell was so
bad that my eyes began to water, and I burst

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through the door into the living room. The entire house
reeked so bad of this smell that I soon recognized
it as skunk. My mind raised with how in the
hell the entire house could possibly smell so bad when
all the windows in the living room and the kitchen
were closed, and the bathroom doors as well, Even if
it sprayed directly into our window from our room, How

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on earth could it smell as if it went from
room to room and sprayed while I was in the
living room in the dark. I just had this incredible
sense of dread. It was completely silent, and all that
was there with me was this viciously horrible smell that
I secretly hoped would still be lingering there in the
morning so Ella could experience it for herself. At this point,

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I made my way back to my room and I
got into bed, and I then covered my nose, as
it was the only way to help myself fall asleep.
When I woke up to my alarm in the morning,
our room smelled fine. I told Ella immediately of what
had happened. She went quiet for a second and looked
a little pale, and she then said, you mean it

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kind of smelled like sulfur, right, I smelled something absolutely
disgusting literally the night before last. I thought there was
just something wrong with our sewage pipes or something. Well,
we were a bit puzzled at how the smell would
just vanish. Both experiences she and I had were intense.
When writing this, I looked up to see how long
the smell of skunk lasts inside a house if sprayed,

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and it said it commonly lasts for a couple of
days and sometimes even up to weeks. So how could
it just vanish like that overnight? Now? Originally I was
just going to submit only this first experience, but then
directly after writing this out and talking about it with Ella,
more unexplainable things happened, and I find it incredibly hard

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to believe that it's coincidental. The early morning after I
wrote out that first part of my story, I was
getting up for work at around four thirty in the morning.
I sat in the living room having my breakfast and
coffee while scrolling Instagram. I was sitting directly across from
the TV, in the same spot that I was in
when I saw the ORB all those months ago. As

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I was looking at a post, some streamers over our
TV moved. Now I don't mean they moved as if
they had unstuck from the wall. I mean they moved horizontally,
as if someone was brushing by or pushing their hand
through them. The only thing that I could think of
at that moment was, what are the odds that they
just happened to move while I am awake and out here.

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I remember sitting there for a long time and just
feeling annoyed at whatever or whoever made their presence known,
because the timing was just too perfect. Later that day
is when I told Ella, and we recounted the orb
and the two nights in a row where we smelled
something awful. She paused for a moment and then said, listen,
I don't want to scare you by saying this, but

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I have seen things out of the corner of my eye,
and I've also felt like I've seen you walking into
the room but you're not there. I then told her
about this email and how I even wrote about seeing
shadows out of the corner of my eye as well.
We wanted to see if any of our other housemates
had noticed anything, so we walked out into our living
room to find our housemate, who I'll call Laney Cooking.

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Ella asked Laney if she had ever experienced anything paranormal
in the house. She nodded very quickly and recounted a
time where she had heard noises coming from the living
room at around two am. When she came out to investigate,
she said that she saw a shadow cross from the
middle of the living room toward the sliding glass door,
which is near our TV corner. Ella and I stared

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at one another and gave each other a so maybe
we're not crazy. Look. I was so terrified the next
morning to get up for work that I didn't even
make my way into the living room. That night, Ella
and our friend Ray and I went to a party.
Both Ella and Ray got a little too drunk, so
Ray ended up staying the night at our house. Ray
fell asleep in Ella's bed, so when she came back

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from the bedroom and saw her fast asleep, she decided
to just go sleep on the couch in the living room.
Ella then grabbed a pillow and a blanket and made
herself comfortable on the couch. She said that as she
was lying down, she made a joke into the darkness
that went something like this, Sorry, man, I guess you're
just stuck with me sleeping out here for the night. Well.

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She said that immediately after she finished her sentence, she
heard a loud bang against the wall near the TV.
As fast as it happened, she got up and said, okay,
you win, and she came back into our room. I
want to mention to you as well that after Ella
and I spoke about the events that occurred, we realized
that before we saw the orb, which was our first experience,

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we had briefly and unseriously used Ouiji board, which I
have always been against. But she convinced me after heavy begging.
Something a little creepy, though, is that we kept using
the same words to describe how we felt in the
living room or when something strayed what happen. We both
called the spirit him, immediately agreeing that it was a masculine,

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intense spirit, but not one that was evil. Listen, I'm
not someone who gets involved with paranormal energy. I enjoy
your podcast because it's interesting and entertaining to hear what
people have been through. I have to admit, though, when
it comes to this stuff, I am a bit of
a skeptic. And the proof is that it took me
months to write this, even after something totally unexplained happened

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before my very eyes. I still am skeptical about some
of the things that I wrote in here, only because
our minds tend to favor playing tricks on us in
times of stress. Ella and I saged the house as
well as cleaned yesterday, hoping to rid any spirit through
the power of simply telling him that he was no
longer welcome. I think he is gone, but on the

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off chance that he isn't, I hope that the people
listening can give us some wise words on how to
kick him out for good. Let's begin tonight's journey with Amory,
who calls their experience the shadow Man of Saint Augustine Lighthouse. Hey, Nick,

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I've been an avid listener for some time now and
have to say that I love all the work and
effort that you put into each episode. Listening to all
these podcasts has made me take a look into my
past and think about all the paranormal or unexplained occurrences
that I've experienced. I have a couple of stories that
I would like to share with you today. For a
little bit of background, both of my parents have always

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been into those paranormal TV series that recounts people's experiences
in re enactments, so naturally I grew into liking those
types of things. But back to what we were all
here for my experience. One year, when I was around
twelve or thirteen, my family took a vacation to Saint Augustine,
Florida to get away from the cold and Alaska. Our

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family did your normal touristy things like the tours that
people can take and learn about the history of the city,
walk around the downtown area, and shopping here and there.
One day, my parents took a daytime tour of the
Saint Augustine Lighthouse. It's an old lighthouse that was built
between eighteen seventy one and eighteen seventy four during Florida's

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reconstruction period. Throughout the walkaround of the property, our tour
guide taught everyone the history behind the lighthouse and why
it came to be. After the tour had wrapped up,
both my dad and I saw a poster of a
ghost tour that the lighthouse had to offer. I asked
him if we could do it, but he said that
that night would not work out well. Later that night,

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at around nine or ten, my dad told me not
to change out of my clothes just yet. I was
confused because at that time everyone had all their pjs
on and was about to get into bed. So I
asked why, and he responded by saying that he got
his tickets to the ghost tour and it was in
an hour. Me being the paranormal freak that I was
and still lamb, I got super excited at the possibility

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of seeing a ghost. It seemed like time had flew by,
because before I knew it, we were in our rental
car driving to the lighthouse. It was pretty late at night,
to the point where the car lights seemed to be
the brightest thing out there at that time. When we
got there, we both went into the gift shop where
we would meet our tour guide. After everyone had arrived,

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our tour guide handed everyone an EMF detector, which stands
for electromagnetic field, and then walked us out the door
and into the main lighthouse while telling us stories of
all the deaths that happened there while the lighthouse was
being built. The main light keeper's house was a two
story rectangular house. As soon as you walk through the
front door, you are met with a long hallway, and

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on the left side of the hallway you have two
rooms that are both connected by one archway in the
middle of them. On the left side you have one
main living room or dining room, and in the back
corner you have a set of stairs that go up
into the attic and a spiral staircase that goes down
into the basement. The attic isn't all that interesting because
all the walls that once stood were torn down many

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years ago and is now just an open room. After
our tour guide was done with all the ghost stories,
the stories that I sadly can't remember. They let everyone
wander off to do their own exploring. My dad and
I started out in the forest, but got spooked by
a giant spider, so we decided to head into the
Lightkeeper's house. Throughout the whole tour, I never experienced any

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feelings of uneasiness, so being the confident little preteen that
I was, I walked into the Lightkeeper's house without being afraid.
While inside, my dad and I were standing in the
small library looking at all the stuff the staff had
set up in there, and after a few moments, I
got bored, so I walked out of the room into
the hallway that connects all the rooms. As I stepped

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into the hallway, I turned my head to see if
my dad was following me, but I didn't see him,
so I kept walking down the hall and I walked
past the entrance of the living room, and it was
then that I felt like I was being watched. And
that's when I saw a tall, dark figure standing around
the corner of the entrance with its head slightly leaning
like it was looking at me. Immediately after I saw

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the dark figure, I bolted out of the house and
onto the steps. My dad must have heard me run out,
so he followed after me and asking me what was wrong.
So I told him, while crying, that I saw a tall,
shadow like figure and that it was looking at me
in the corner of the living room. So at that
point he went back in and took a look, and

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after he came back out, he told me that there
was nobody inside of the house at that time. It
was just us alone in there. It took me a
second to calm down, but when I did, I walked
back in to see if I could look for anything
that could have caused the shadow figure, but rest assured
that I was unsuccessful in doing so. Thank you for

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taking the time to read my story and not judging
me by it, and thank you for giving people a
platform to tell their stories without the fear of judgment.
WILL make sure to write about my other experiences another time,
but right now I have to get some z's. I
hope you have a good day and a good year.

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Our next experience comes to us from Mary, and Mary's
experience is called green Face in the Mirror. Mary says, hello, Nick,
I found your podcast randomly and I'm catching up. I
love all the listeners stories. It makes me realize that
everyone has a story or two, and now onto mine.

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I lived in a very rural area in northern New Jersey.
My childhood home was ten out of ten haunted. I
have so many stories, including a mimicker and a ghost cat.
I promised to send those stories in another time. I
was about seven years old, I would say, and my
sister and I were sharing a room and at the
time we just got new bunk beads. However, these were

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not your average bunk beds. They were shaped like a tea.
The top bunk was the top of the tee and
the bottom bunk came out as the bottom of the tee.
With these new bunk beds came new dressers and a
white mirror. I want to say that the mirror was
part of a sat but I'm not really sure, and
I don't really remember having a mirror in our room prior.

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It was later in the evening and I was walking
into my room just to grab something. The mirror was
hanging on the wall above the dresser. I don't know
why we had it because we could only see our
reflection if we stood on the bottom bunk bed. I
had the hallway light on, but it was still pretty
dark in my room. I wasn't afraid of the dark
back then, and I then opened a drawer and grabbed something.

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I don't know why, but I looked up toward the
mirror and I saw a green face. I just remember
screaming and running out of the room. I ran to
tell my dad, and he told me that it was
just my reflection. I was crying and trying to explain
to him that it was a green man and that
I couldn't see my my own reflection. However, he just
told me that I was fine. After that, I refused

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to go into any room in the dark, and I
made sure to turn the light on before ever walking
into a room, especially those that had a mirror. Fast forward.
I was about seventeen years old and my sister was
about thirteen. We were telling ghost stories and she brought
up a time when she saw a green face in
the mirror. Well, I got mad and asked her why

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she was stealing my story, but she looked confused. I
then explained to her about my story, and she said
that she saw the exact same thing in our room
one night. She couldn't recall if it was before or
after my experience, and I still kind of think that
she was just trying to steal my story. But to
this day, she still tells me that she saw the

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green faced ghost. She did say that she also saw
it in other mirrors around the house, including the bathroom.
After that first time, I don't remember ever seeing it again,
and I was still not sure of what I saw. However,
in my lifetime, I have seen other ghosts with a
green or bluish outline. One time it was my dog

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who passed, and another it was some Native Americans walking
out of my friend's laundry room. Until next time, Thanks
for reading. This next experience comes to us from Mark
and Mark's stories, called the Demon in My Sister's Room.

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Mark says, heinik, I love listening to the podcast when
I'm doing my woodworking and getting spooked. This experience occurred
when I was ten in my parents' house in around
twenty twelve. I had gone to bed that night feeling
very uneasy, as if something was watching me. And as
a side note, I have had no other paranormal experiences

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beside this, and I have never suffered from any hallucinations,
so this experience is no trick of my mind. Anyway.
Throughout the night, I was completely unable to fall asleep.
Whatever this feeling was, it was persistent. Eventually, my bladder
forced me to go to the bathroom, though I was
extremely uncomfortable with leaving the safety of my room. To

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understand the story, I must tell you that my hallway
is positioned in such a way so that when I
go between the bathroom and my room, I can see
directly down into my sister's old bedroom. She is now
in university. The door to my sister's bedroom was always
left open, and it was always dark. So I rushed
to the bathroom and did my business and I washed

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my hands. Yet as I walked across the hall, I
felt compelled to look into my sister's room. I will
never forget what I saw. Standing in the darkness of
my sister's room was a great dark figure. It had
long horns, like that of a ram, yet longer. Its
body was that of a man, yet its legs, I think,

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were like a goat. It possessed the head of a
ram and was probably seven feet tall and shrouded in darkness.
The worst thing about it was its hands. They were
black with long fingers and fingernails. One of these massive
hands was slowly waving at me, as if to taunt me.
Its black eyes met mine, and for a few grueling seconds,

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I stood there in shock. This was no trick, because
I felt such an evil, unholy presence emanating from it.
I don't know how, but I knew that this thing
had come from the pits of Hell, and I also
felt that it was here solely for me and for
my soul. After those few seconds, I rushed back into

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my room and stood watch for the remainder of the night.
I have never had anything like this happen to me after,
and for that I am very grateful. I believe the
only reason that that foul spirit did not follow me
was due to the Vatican Cross that's upon my bedroom door.
So even if you don't believe, and I myself am undecided,

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keep a cross handy you may just need it. Thanks
for this, Nick, and have a great day. From he Burn, England.
Let's begin tonight's journey with Richard, who calls his experience
my journey thus far. Hello Nick, I'm a British guy

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and currently reside in the southwest of England, on the
outskirts of Bristol. My life has been anything but normal
literally from birth, involving but not limited to regular personal
et interaction and visitations, spiritual interaction and communication, as well
as psychic and mediumship. This is an introduction to what

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I'm wanting to share, my journey, a journey that has
shaped my reality, my perspective, and my personal understanding of
the countless levels of reality that surround each and every
one of us, but are not discernible until your own
level of perception resonates at that given vibrational rate. When

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my parents were in their early forties, they already had
a family of three children, two boys and a girl,
and the last thing on either of their minds was
another child. It was at this time that my mother
suddenly began to experience severe stomach cramps and pain, the
regularity and frequency of both increasing to such a level
that medical advice and help was sought very quickly. It

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was soon determined by numerous and highly intrusive medical examinations
and tests that my mother's womb had become seriously infected
and was now, as the examinations had clearly identified, no
longer capable of pregnancy. It was also extremely evident that
she would need to have a hysterectomy as soon as possible.

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My parents and my mother especially accepted the news from
the doctor gracefully. The fact that she already had three
children significantly cushioned the otherwise devastating news of no longer
being able to have any more. A date was set
for her to go into hospital and undergo the operation
to have a complete hysterectomy. On the day of the surgery,

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my mother had received her pre med was relaxed and
wheeled into the operating theater. All the medical personnel were
present and the surgeon was running through his final pre
opt checks. Then, out of the blue, the surgeon stated
that he suddenly had an overwhelming thought that he needed
to undertake a pregnancy test on my mother. He himself

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was quite taken aback by the strength of this quote
unquote feeling, and based on the information and test results
he had taken close note of regarding the condition of
my mother's womb, it conflicted greatly as to what his
medical expertise told him was an impossibility. But undertake the
pregnancy test he did, and to every one's utter shock,

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the test clearly identified that my mother was pregnant, obviously
there would be no hysterectomy. Later, it was discovered that
my mother was, in fact three months into her pregnancy,
a pregnancy that all the medical examinations and tests had
clearly stated was not biologically possible. Her womb was too
infected and too diseased to enable this, and yet here

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she was three months pregnant. Due to the extreme circumstances
of my mother's pregnancy, the surgeon and the other consultants
took a great interest in her case, and they wanted
to follow her pregnancy throughout, and six months later, on
August twenty ninth, nineteen sixty five, a healthy baby boy
was born me. My mother herself told me many years

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later that, further to the extraordinary circumstances surrounding her actual pregnancy,
the birth was also completely dry. At the time, I
never fully comprehended how unusual this also was in childbirth.
My mother also said that upon her discovering that she
was pregnant, she had one overriding thought that I was
sent for a reason. I then merely replied, absolutely to

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piss everybody off, because I do seem to do it
with ease. Now. My childhood was not unremarkable. In truth,
it was absolutely terrifying at times, especially from the age
of four years old. This is as far back as
I have any recognizable memories from. It is also the
time that the night visitations commenced, visitations of beings whose

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initial appearances in my bedroom would proceed ear deafening buzzing
that filled the room. Imagine a million bees and a
visceral terror that was so physically palpable as to literally
pin me down within my bed, held fast in total paralysis,
to where all I could do was move my eyes.
They would dart frantically in their sockets as I scoured

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my bedroom for the cause. Mentally, I was screaming out
to my parents to come upstairs and save me, and
clearly hearing them downlow watching television and not seemingly hearing
this overpowering sound of buzzing only heightened my state of
abject confusion and terror. They never did come upstairs. I
was totally alone, a child facing this reality that now

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unfolded about me. Bedtime as a young boy became a
time of dread and fear. Mentally, trying to hold back
the hands of the clock to reach seven pm, the
time of my parents' evening announcement that sent shards of
terror through my body. Right then, Richard, it's time for bed.
I would beg to stay up longer. I would plead

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not to have to climb the stairs up to my bedroom,
my bedroom, the place where they came in the night,
in the darkness. And I have to clarify here that
this was not sleep paralysis. Now I know there are
many academics who love this quick go to explanation as
to the cause of night visitations or alien abductions, confident

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in their ignorance of the actual subject, clueless as to
the genuine phenomenon that exists and is very real, and
most of them not willing to engage in any genuine
scientific or open minded investigation as to shatter their own
safe and blinkered viewpoint of reality. I was neither asleep,
half asleep, or drifting in and out of sleep in

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all instances of my adult visitor experiences that I have
recalled memories of. I was fully conscious and wide awake.
On many occasions. It took place during the day and
with others present at the time. Later in my twenties,
for several years, I was the regional coordinator for one
of Europe's largest scientific UFO research bureaus, which was called

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QUEST International. Leading a fifteen strong team of field researchers
under the subsidiary name of Bristol Quest, we would follow
up and investigate all reported UFO sightings and experiences across
the southwest of the UK. Being the coordinator, it was
my responsibility to liaise with the media, military and police forces.

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One event, while holding Quest International's first UFO conference in
my home city of Bristol, brought home to me in
stark and crystal clarity that things were anything but normal
regarding myself. Midway through the morning's conference events, while speakers
and audience members alike were taking a break from the
proceedings and had left the hall practically empty, I noticed

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a young thirty something woman staring intently at me from
the opposite side of the room. Slowly, she began to
approach me until she was literally only a few feet
in front of where I stood. Bemused at her actions,
she said nothing, just stared at me intently, almost transfixed. Suddenly,
she let out a loud, shocked scream and then was

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seemingly pushed backwards and landed in a heap upon the
floor against some empty chairs. Naturally, I was taken aback,
but before I could move to assist her, a few
other people close by beat me to it, and they
helped her to her feet. Gathering her senses and seeing
that she was all right, she was left alone once again.
She again approached me, but this time explained her previous actions.

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Now the following I am paraphrasing, but the jest is
practically accurate to what she said. She said, I have
been watching you all morning from the other side of
the hall. You are surrounded by so much light it's
blinding and you cannot be seen. I wanted to know
what you are, so I was trying to link to you.
As I attempted to do this, a huge being of

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light suddenly appeared, stepped in front of you and told
me to mind my own business. That's when I screamed
and fell backwards. The phrase that she used, what are you?
Has always stayed with me. Why did she specifically use
those words at that time and not who are you?
Once again, external events giving physical proof of my own

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perceived experiences of not being alone. Since birth, I have
always walked in two worlds, that of the physical and
that of the psychic and spiritual, and always in light.
I am never alone. I meditate daily, and it's through
these daily meditation revelations of who I am, what my
purpose upon this planet is, and far deeper insight into

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who and what those beings who have surrounded, guided, protected,
and influenced me since birth are both extraterrestrial, interdimensional, and spiritual.
It has taken me all my life to begin to
accept that what I've personally experienced, and at times those
in my presence have experienced, is actually real and genuine

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and not merely the figments of a truly overactive imagination.
Physical evidence such as X rays clearly showing unknown objects
or implants under my skin are not imagination, nor are
physical marks, bruises and scratches found after a period of
nocturnal visitations, as well as wiped memories or that of
multiple witness experiences of both solid structured crafts and balls

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of light. Hypnotic regression conducted by fully qualified regressionists revealing
a depth of personal abduction experiences which were not readily
accessible in waking consciousness. Face to face encounters with small,
light blue skin colored beings with large heads and big
black eyes that would rush like excited children all around me,

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their thoughts filled repeatedly with the same words, we love you,
we love you. You're one of us, You're one of us.
I struggled with this a lot. They ran contrary to
what was populating the mainstream alien description, the grays, their
physical dimensions and appearances, saturating documentaries, publications and TV series

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like The X Files and even films. Nowhere had I
heard about blue beings. That is until only very recently,
while watching a particular alien abduction documentary that another experience
described the exact same blue beings that I had encountered many,
many years previously. It was at that moment I cried,

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cried with years of relief and self doubt, now finding
true expression that they were in fact real, that I
had not only encountered them, but even more relevant and
important to me was that I was not alone. I have, however,
also experienced the opposite of peaceful experiences, these concerning a
non emotionally involved et species whose sole agenda appears to

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be the harvesting of genetic material and the gathering of
such from myself. Cold, emotionless, and at times brutal, and
trauma inducing. The very act of writing this here conjures
up anxiety and an underlying sense of fear, which is
made all the more impactful due to these particular experiences
having been deliberately wiped from my conscious memory by the perpetrators. However,

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despite the trauma and anxiety attached to these particular encounters,
I understand that personal spiritual growth requires both the yin
and yang to truly evolve and fully recognize the big
picture here as for my spiritual experiences and connection, for
so long, I was at a loss as to how
I should refer to these beings who have stood at

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my side even prior to my current incarnation. As the
ego loves labels. Eventually, after choosing various references, guides, angels,
et cetera, it dawned on me, instead of just coming
up with different names from my own ego, why not
do the obvious ask them what they would prefer me
to refer to them. As Their response was immediate and unsurprising,

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it didn't matter. However, they also knew I needed a
metaphorical anchor, so they gave me what I requested, a
name by which I could relate to them. Guardians immediately
the name resonated perfectly with me. That's exactly what they
had been, all of my life guardians. It was now

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for those questioning these beings and why they would permit
me to undergo such physical and trauma inducing et experiences.
As I previously described here, you need to understand our
personal soul contract, life plan, and in the simplest terms,
the fact that some earthly physical lessons are hard because
they need to be. The soul does not grow when

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the sun is forever shining, but through the struggles and
challenges placed before it. Whatever challenges face you in your
current earthly life, remember that you chose it because you
know it's what you need in order to progress to
where you want to reach, especially in view of what
I had also been shown pertaining to my mother, her
own connections to extraterrestrials, and more significantly, my actual implantation

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into her womb. Now in the present time, I am
finally awakening to the bigger picture of just who and
what I am. For sure, there's a hell of a
lot to come I apprehend, digest, and assimilate, but also
making so much sense pertaining to all the personal experiences
throughout my entire life thus far. My guardians know me

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far better than I know myself. They have access to
everything about me. Who I am, what I am, where
I have been, such as past existences, where I am going,
and what gets my attention and makes me take notice.
I am, by nature extremely skeptical. I need proof and
I require evidence. My guardians have informed me that the

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opportunity to share my story would present itself and that
I would recognize it. And more importantly, I was to
have faith that what I was told would come to pass.
And here I am the right time to reach out
to you. All things occur for a reason. There are
no mistakes, there are no accidents. Truthfully, I have no

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idea what or even if anything will transpire from me
sending you this now, But thank you for giving me
some of your most valuable and precious time in allowing
me to describe a little bit about my journey thus far.
Just to finish, I am now having actual, solid, face
to face appearances of the little guys as I call
them in my home, And to add further credibility to

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their appearance, even my six year old labrador reacts to them.
She sees them too. Take care and stay safe, Richard.
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have you here now. Please stay tuned and I'll be
right back. After these brief messages, our next experience comes
to us from Mary Pierre, and her experience is called
Shadows of the Dead Children. Hello, Nick, I've been binging

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on your podcast for a few weeks now and I'm hooked.
I often listen to you whilst working in my winery.
I am a French Canadian woman and I have lived
in Australia for several years now. English is in fact
my third language, so forgive me if it may sometimes
sound odd. I have had a few paranormal occurrences in
my life, mainly seeing things before they happen through images

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or dreams. But the story that I'm about to tell
is by far the most intense that I have ever experienced.
I was trekking on the Bibelman Track with my husband
in the south of Western Australia where we live. After
walking about twenty two kilometers that day, we stopped in
the recommended site for the night. It must have been

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our third night camping. This camping site was unusual as
it was what seemed to be an abandoned village instead
of the classic hut that trekkers normally sleep in see
in the nineteen fifties. Therefore, post World War II, this
village used to be populated by families of immigrants who
had made the long journey from Europe in search of

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a new life and the prospect of steady employment. Donnelly
River Village had been built in the middle of splendid
old growth forests that were sadly being cut down to
produce wood to feed the growing demand of faraway cities.
Around forty little wooden houses on stilts were positioned in
a U shape with a derelict playground in the middle.

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To one side was the old school, which was now
turned into a little museum where we learned the story
of the village. The mill had closed its doors in
nineteen seventy eight. However, every school holiday life comes back
to this village when families and hordes of children come
to stay for short vacations. The rest of the year,

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it is rather desolate. Now, I need to highlight that
living in this area in the nineteen fifties would have
been very difficult due to isolation, high rainfalls, and bitter
cold winters. These years were also pre dating the introduction
of antibiotics. The noisy mill would have been going all day,
and traditionally the men would have gone to work, the

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women would have looked after their families, and the kids
would have been frequenting the village school. Well. We decided
to set up our sleeping bags and mats in the
middle of an undercover shelter that had benches all around
on the inside. This wooden gazebo was right next to
the school and was probably used to provide shelter for
the pupils on rainy days. We were practically alone in

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the village and I very quickly had the sensation of
being watched from behind the curtains. Once we were settled
for sleep, I closed my eyes and almost immediately started
hearing desperate cries and heartbreaking sobs of what seemed to
come from twenty or thirty women all at once. It
was mind blowing. I couldn't hear the sounds with my ears,

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but rather in my ears. Suddenly it hit me the
realization that I could understand their pain. I could feel
their sorrow and their gut wrenching grieve. I could understand
the reason behind their despair. They were crying because of
their isolation and missing their families that were left behind
in Europe. But most of all, they were crying for

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their children that had died from fevers, accidents, and sicknesses.
I felt heartbroken. It was like a painful echo coming
through me from the past. Then I opened my eyes
and I saw them, the dead children around thirty shadows
sitting all around us on the benches, toddlers, babes, in

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arms of older kids, and even teenagers, all of them
sitting silent, see through gray, motionless. I started weeping quietly.
My teeth clenched, and I then turned to my husband
and asked, do you see them? See what? He said?
I told him, and he put his arms around me.

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We left the morning after, packing in silence, and we
certainly walked a bit faster that day. I often think
of those women with sadness. Thank you for listening to
my story and all the best to you and your listeners.
Mary Pierre. Let's begin tonight's journey with Haley, who calls

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their experience the Thing watching Me sleep. First of all,
I want to thank you for your podcast and allowing
a safe space for those to share their experiences. I
have been listening to your podcast for two months now,
and I gain a sense of togetherness knowing that I'm
not the only one with crazy paranormal experiences. To start,

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I've always been sensitive to the paranormal. I actually have
had an entity of a little girl with blonde, curly
hair in a blue Victorian dress follow me throughout my life.
This is a story not about her, but about the
thing that joins my husband and I in our house,
which we moved into about three years ago. I have
always felt like I wasn't alone in my house when

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I was. I always chalked it up to it just
being that little girl whom gives me a sense of
comfort and love when she's in my presence. But this
wasn't her. One night, I awoke from a horrible nightmare.
I felt the sense of someone watching me. I turned
to look at my husband, who was asleep. Then I
sat up looking at my dog Juno, who was fixated

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on the bedroom door, which was open. I turned my
gaze to the door frame and my eyes settled on
a dark shadow figure standing in the doorway. My eyes
didn't leave it as I watched it make its way
from the doorway down the stairs. I heard the creak
of the handrail as if someone was holding on to
it and making its way down the stairs. I jumped

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out of bed and slammed the door shut, locking it
to give me a false sense of safety. It took
me a while, but eventually I was able to fall
back to sleep, and when morning time came, I awoke
to the bedroom door open once again. I asked my
husband if he had left the room any time during
the night. However, he stated that he never did, and

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he never opened the door either. A month later, I
was in the same situation. I was having such a
vivid nightmare that I still remember it in my dream.
I was touring in old school when the classroom door
slammed shot, trapping me inside. My sister then opened the
door and grabbed my arm, trying to pull me from
the doorway, but something strong was holding me back. I

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screamed in my dream, trying to yank myself from the
darkness that was holding me back. My eyes shot open
from my sleep. The sense of dread filled me, as
if I felt as if something was watching me. I
stared at the ceiling for a few moments, trying to
wake up. I then sat up, partially, looking over to
my husband to find him fast asleep. Next, I looked

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at Juno, who was staring at the bedroom door, which
now stood wide open and her ears were flat against
her head. I turned my gaze to the door and
I came face to face with a red eyed head
that was peering into the bedroom and staring directly at me.
Fear and dread overcame me as I sat frozen in
my bed, watching this thing peering around the corner, watching

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me sleep. It then slowly backed away from the door,
and I heard it as it slowly made its way
down the stairs. I yelled at my husband to wake
up and close the door, locking it again once more.
I didn't sleep the rest of the night, the image
of it flashing through my mind every time I closed
my eyes. I haven't seen it since, but then again,

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this was only two weeks ago. Today, I plan on
smudging my house, letting the entity know that it's not
welcome in my house and to leave me alone. This
wasn't the Little Girl, as she always comes to me
very vividly giving me a calming feeling. This felt malicious, terrifying,
and as if it didn't want me in the house.

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Our next experience comes to us from Shanaya, and Shania's
experience is called the Girl without a Face. Hello Nick,
and hello to everyone listening to this. This happened three
years ago. I think I was on my way back
from church and I was heading home. It was around
nine thirty pm and the streets were slowly getting empty

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and I was still far from home. The uber driver
guy informed me that they had to stop by the
gas station to fill up, so I nodded, showing him
that I heard and understood him. After ten minutes, we
stopped by the empty gas station and I mean not
even a car was there, which I found weird. There
wasn't even a taxi or an avanza, which are the

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two types of cars that are the most used forms
of transport. In South Africa. I told the uber guy
that I was heading to the store to buy some snacks,
so I got out of the car with my wallet
and phone, heading to the store. I entered the store
and when I say that it was empty, I mean it.
There wasn't a being in sight, just the guy running

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the till, who looked half asleep and overworked. I walked
around until I found the snacks I was looking for.
I found them and went to the till to pay
for stuff, but while the guy was scanning, he kept
looking toward the parking lot, where there were a couple
of bushes. I asked him if if everything was all right,
to which he just stared at me and said, when

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you go back to the car, don't stop even if
you hear someone calling for help. Well, needless to say,
I was afraid and dreaded going back outside. He scanned
my stuff and I paid for the items and received
my receipt. It was now time to go back out. Gosh,
my heart was pumping so hard I swear I could

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hear it. I walked out and I didn't even stare
at the bushes. I heard nothing, nor saw anything. I
finally reached the car and quickly got in, but the
Uber driver was not in the car. I pulled out
my phone to call him, and there was a message
saying I'm in the restroom and I'll be back within
a few minutes. Okay, nothing bad happened. Stop being scared,

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I told myself. I was busy trying to connect my
pods when I heard my body froze and then everything
went silent. I couldn't even hear the cars driving by.
After some second, skins, I heard the sound again. Goosebumps
were all over my skin, and fear was enveloping me.

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I looked at the window opposite where I was sitting,
and there it was. I wish I never looked. I
wish I never left the house that day. I wish
I had stayed in that store a little longer. God,
it was a little girl waving at me, but her
face was nonexistent. Where her face was supposed to be,

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there was only skin, no nose, mouth, eyes, eyebrows, not
even ears. I felt fear that day. I wanted to scream,
but nothing would come out. I looked at this girl
as she waved her hand at me, and that's when
I noticed that her nails were sharper than humanly possible,
and her neck was covered with a red stain. I

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knew that it was definitely blood. Then came a foul smell. Goodness, gracious.
I gagged and heaved, but I did not take my
eyes away from this girl. It smelled like a dead
rodent which had been in the sun for days, as
well as decaying matter, and some type of smell that
reminded me of chemistry class when mixing up substances like

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hydrogen sulfide, rotten eggs, and manure. All of that, her
nails grew longer and were more like claws. Then she
pointed a finger at me, and I swear I heard
manic laughter surrounding the car, and this induced a different
level of fear I never knew possible. This occurred for
two more minutes until I decided to pray in my head,

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and as soon as I muttered the first sentence, her
voice mockingly said, he won't do anything, he won't help you.
I continued praying, and her voice got deeper and more
pissed off. The voice then switched languages, saying propee est aim,
prope est aim, deus jam relinquimas it repeated this over

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and over. Then the girl banged at the window and
started chanting something I could not understand. Then she just vanished.
She did not run away or walk away, she just
simply vanished. The uber guy then came out of the
restroom and got in the car and we drove away.
He apologized for being a little late. Apparently the door

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wouldn't open no matter how hard he tried. It wouldn't
even budge. I just sat there, afraid and shake into
the core. I then looked down at my journal. I
took it out along with a pen, and I wrote
down what she was saying, or at least some of
what she was saying, because I couldn't understand it. I
got home, went upstairs to my room, and I went

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to bed, and I hid under my blankets. Surprisingly, I
drifted off to sleep pretty fast. Next morning, I took
my journal out of my bag and I went straight
to my desk where my laptop was. I opened up Google,
then opened up the journal to the page where I
wrote all those messes down. I translated the first sentence,

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which sort of translated to he won't come. He won't
come and help you. He won't help you. Then I
tried typing the second phrase, and as soon as I
started with the sentence, my cup of water some house
builed over and the page was soaked. I panicked, not
even thinking about the fact that the cup fell over
by itself. I rushed downstairs to get the hair dryer

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and then rushed to my room, hoping that it would
help dry the page enough to see the words. I
plugged in the hair dryer and spent like two minutes
drying the page, but unfortunately everything was gone except the
very last phrase. Prope asked em Prope asked em, deis
jean relinquemas This was the same phrase that she said

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when she started switching from English to Latin and began
banging on the window. What I find interesting is that
I was able to write down the words that she said,
and then Google translated the supposed gibberish that I wrote.
It translated to it is near, God is near. Let
us leave it now. The journal disappeared two years ago.

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I don't know what happened to it. I searched my
room and every nook and crack in the house, but
it vanished. Whatever that was, I hope that I never
meet it ever again. Thank you for reading this experience
of mine and thank you for this amazing podcast. God

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bless Shanayah. Our next experience comes to us from Mark,
and Mark says, good morning Nick. Once again, I hope
you and your family are doing well, and thank you
for sharing my first story back in episode three eighty two,
called Guardian Angel. As I said before, I have a

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lot of other stories to tell, so here are a
couple more. My first experience is called Fred the Mischievous Ghost.
So following on from my first story, after the incident
with the ceiling plaster, my parents moved from that house.
We moved about three miles east to an area called

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Beckton in East London. While living in this area, we
moved a few times. I mentioned this as it is
all relevant. As I grew up, we had a lot
of strange things happening in the houses that we lived in.
We would have doors open that were latched, closed, cupboard
doors would open, and other things along those lines. I
grew up with this most of my life, so I

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just thought that it was normal, and every time something happened,
my mom or my dad would just say, don't worry,
it's only Fred. The strange thing though, is that he
moved with us? As I said, we moved three times
while I was living with my parents in Beckton, and
the same things would happen in each of our houses.

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My second submission is called Where's my wallet? And was
that my dad? This also took place in Beckden. However,
this was in the early two thousands and less than
a year after my dad passed. My mom had moved
into a care home due to ill health, so myself
and my sister rented a house together. It was a

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building that was about fifteen years old, so it was
quite a new build. Everything was normal for a while.
Nothing unexpected happened until one day when I was getting
ready for work. I got everything together, my keys, phone,
and my bag, but I couldn't find my wallet. Now,
every night when I got home, I would take everything

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out of my pockets and put them on my unit
in my bedroom, same place every time. But this day
there was no wallet. Everything else was where I had
put it. So I looked around the unit. I thought
maybe it had fallen on the floor, but nope, no
sign of it. Maybe I had put it on top
of my TV. Nope, not that either. I searched and

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searched for so long that I made myself late for work,
so I called them to let them know that I
was going to be late because I couldn't find my wallet.
So I carry on searching. I tipped my room upside down,
but there was no sign of my wallet anywhere. I
sat on my bed going over what I did when
I got home. I put my bag down, which was

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still there. I put my keys down and they were
still there. I put my wallet there, but where was it?
So I got up and I checked again. Well, I
kid you, not on top of my TV, under a
pile of letters, which I had just put there ten
minutes before while searching my room was my wallet. I

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thought that I was going crazy. Had I put the
letters on top of it and not seen it. No,
that's not possible because I had even lifted up the
TV to see if it was under it. You know
how once you look everywhere, you start looking in stupid
places for things. It was just not possible. So I
was like, Fred, was that you? Which, if it was,

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it was new, as he's never done something like that before.
But I had to get to work and I didn't
have time to think about it, and I shot off
to work. So following on from this, a few months
past and nothing else happened that I was aware of.
Then one night, I got to bed as normal and
I was sleeping soundly, but around three am, I woke up.

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I don't know why, I just woke up. Now my
room is dark, very dark. So I wake up and
I look around my room and standing at the bottom
of my bed is a shadow. I should have been scared,
but I wasn't. I looked at it and it was
the same size and shape as my dad, who had
passed away less than a year ago. I looked at it,

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and then I just laid back down and I went
back to sleep. The following morning, I mentioned this to
my sister and she goes into a panic. She calls
the local priest and asks if he can come and
bless the house. I was like, seriously, don't be silly.
So my sister makes the arrangements. The night arrives for

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the blessing of the house, and the priest arrives, but
he brings someone with him. It's a woman and he
introduces her. He then tells us what we need to do,
so we go to each room and he blesses them
as we walk around the house, leaving my room until last.
We then go into my room and this is when
the woman looks at my bed and then looks back

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at me. She says, you have something sitting on your
headboard looking at you. I was like what. She then says,
that's not who you thought it was. It was this.
She then looks at the priest and says, please continue.
So the priest does the blessing as he has throughout

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the house. Once we are finished, she looks at me
and says it has gone, but be careful not everything
is as it seems all the time. And they left.
So in one foul swoop, what I thought was my
dad coming to me to say goodbye turned into sleepless
nights for a few weeks. Once I did start to

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sleep again, I kept waking up around three am for months,
and I keep seeing shadows, but thankfully nothing else has happened.
My final submission is called Scared out of my Wits.
So this happened not less than a year ago, not
long before my first story was read out on your podcast.

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So I have moved into my own flat in Essex,
east of London. It's the first place that I've lived
on my own, I've moved in and have been living
in the flat for around six or seven months. Everything
is going fine. Then my sleep starts getting broken. Every
night for a few months, at three am on the dot,
I wake up. I look at my phone and it

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says three am. I start to wonder what keeps waking
me up, so I get a sleep monitor app on
my phone to see if it's cars or a lorry
passing by. However, there's nothing, no noises, no cars, nothing,
just my snoring. So this continues for a couple of months.
Then I start to see shadows around my bedroom at night,

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Shadows in the ceiling corners where there haven't been shadows before.
I also see shadows at my bedroom door, all of
which start making me jumpy. Eventually, the night comes where
I was so scared, like I've never been scared before.
I go to bed as normal, I fall asleep. Then
I wake up. I feel someone lay on my bed

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behind me. They snuggle into me and lay over me
as if to cuddle with me. I'm frozen with fear
and eyes wide open. I lay there, scared like I've
never felt before, and I can't move my body. Won't
do what my brain is trying to do, which is
jump up and swing for whoever it is. Eventually, though

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I can, i'd move. It feels like hours that I've
been frozen, but it was probably more like five or
ten minutes. I finally swing the covers off of me,
and I jumped to the light switch and I turn
it on. Nothing. Nothing in my bed and no one
in my room. I'm shaking with fear and I feel
sick with it. So now I need to check each room.

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I go in my hallway and I turn the light on,
but nothing. I then look in my living room and
just behind the door, I see a shadow of something
around my height five seven. I jump back behind the
door and I felt like crying. I switched the light
back on and I look behind the door again, expecting
to see someone standing there, but there was nothing. I

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then proceed to check the kitchen and bathroom, switching on
every light in my flat. I was so scared that
night I left every light on in my flat and
it took me hours to get back to sleep. For
the next month or so, I was very nervous. Then
one weekend, I felt as though I needed to confront
my fear. No, I did not do a cleansing, but

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it did help me. I went into each of my
rooms and I said, you are not welcome in my flat,
and I ask that you please leave. I did this,
and since then everything seems to have gone back to normal.
But I was terrified that night. Let's begin tonight's journey

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with Jen, who calls their experience not alone. Jen says, Hello, Nick,
I shared one experience before, but I believe it's crucial
for people to hear more than just the sensational paranormal stories.
Sometimes the supernatural is quiet, even unspectacular. Maybe that's why

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there are so many capital s skeptics out there. Well,
life's been lifing, as they say, but I'm finally getting
a chance to share another unexpl experience. My first experience
in two thousand and seven or two thousand and eight
first really opened my eyes to at least believing that spirits, ghosts,

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incorporeal beings, or whatever you believe they are could exist
in this world. Not until two thousand and nine did
my next clear experience happen. In late two thousand and eight,
life had gotten very difficult for my sister at the time.
We worked together in the same hospital pharmacy in the
metro area of Denver, Colorado. She had just gotten through

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a divorce and she was solely responsible for the mortgage.
Her ex got the dog and she got the two
cats that she brought with her into the marriage. Being
as close as we are, I moved into her basement
to help her with her home, and I also brought
my two cats. Her home was a ranch style with
two small bedrooms and one bathroom. From the front door,

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you walk into the living room that flows into the
dining room. From the dining room, on the left is
the kitchen, and straight through the dining room is a
partial patio area converted into a family room. If you
continue through the kitchen and turn left, you would see
a side door to the driveway. On your right, and
on the left side were the stairs leading to the basement.

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Now to the right of the dining room is a
tiny little hallway. If you were to turn down that hallway,
it is really only big enough for three doors. On
the left is the bathroom. Straight ahead is a bedroom,
and on the right the master bedroom. I wanted the
basement even if it was unfinished, because I worked over nights,
so it would be cooler, quieter, and darker in the day.

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It also had the benefit of giving me some of
my own space. Then, a few months after moving in,
my sister was laid off from work because the company
had decided to reduce all staff across the entire hospital
in the summer of two thousand and nine. She picked
up the pieces and went back to school and started
to date someone and then started staying with him often.

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This left me at home alone, still working overnight at
the hospital and taking care of our four cats. My
only complaint was that at times it was three cats
too many. Honestly, though, we were all in a good
place again, and I really did love all the fur babies.
When living in her basement, I'd occasionally hear a thump

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or a noise above me. Her cats usually stayed upstairs,
so I'd brush off the occasional noise as the cats
getting the zumis or jumping on or off of something.
It could have also been the exposed pipes between our floors,
or it was just the noise of a house built
in the fifties settling. I'm still a lower case s skeptic,

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so in my mind, there is typically a logical reason
or possibility for the noises that I would occasionally hear. Then, however,
came a moment that truly made me pause. I watched
my sister's cat perform that familiar feline ritual of walking
directly towards someone, then making me you turn to rub
up against their leg. Only she rubbed up against nothing.

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She stumbled, regained her footing, and then sniffed the empty
air where an invisible presence seemed to be. She looked
utterly baffled, and in that moment I thought, Huh, maybe
I'm not alone here after all. Still, I tried to
stay grounded. I didn't want to overthink every creek, nor
did I want to scare myself unnecessarily. I reasoned that

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if there was something here, it didn't seem malicious. I
never felt anything negative nor positive. Life went on without
any further incident until a day in late summer or
early fall. My mom was coming to pick me up
for a shopping trip. My sister had given her a
spare key, and after we hung up, Mom said that

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she was about ten minutes away. I was tidying up
and getting ready to check on the cats. My two
cats were downstairs with me and That's when I heard them, clear,
precise footsteps directly above me, walking through the living room. Hey, Mom,
i'll be up in a minute, I called out, as
I was a little surprised that she'd arrived so quickly.

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The footsteps continued and were now in the dining room.
This was odd, as Mom would usually acknowledge me, but
maybe she needed the bathroom. Hey, I'll be right there,
I called again, listening as the distinct steps now moved
into the kitchen. Any second, I expected her to peek
around the corner or for someone to appear. My mom,

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after all, had a long heeled broken ankle, and she
never wore hard soled shoes. However, no one peeked around
the corner, and the footsteps stopped. I stood at the
bottom of the stairs, heart pounding and braced for someone
to pop around the corner and scare me. Silence, no
reply from my mom. My mind immediately jumped to a

(01:34:59):
break in, so I grabbed the baseball bat that I
kept for protection, and I cautiously crept upstairs, still expecting
to find someone in the kitchen. But there was no one.
The side door was locked. I checked every room, every window,
even behind the shower curtain. My sister's two cats lay
sound asleep on her bed, blinking blearily at me. The

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front door was still shut. No one was there. I
went back downstairs, grabbed my phone and tried an EVP session,
reasoning that just because no one was physically there, that
didn't mean that no one was present. However, I got nothing.
When my mom finally pulled up, I was already upstairs,
holding the front door open. Mom, I asked, were you

(01:35:43):
just here? She looked at me, confused, and of course
she hadn't been so to any skeptic capital s or
lower as. If it wasn't my mom, if it wasn't
the cats, and it clearly wasn't a break in the
thought that truly made my heart rap, then what was
it my own imagination or the footsteps of someone or

(01:36:05):
something from another plane? Perhaps it was a former resident.
I have no tangible proof, just my word and this
inexplicable experience. Thanks Nick for all you do. I've been
searching for more paranormal podcasts, but they all feel phony
or too polished. Are they just fictional scary stories or

(01:36:26):
actual experiences? I know from a fact that you read
the experiences as they are sent to you. I, as
per usual, had a change in my thought mid sentence
while writing in my last submission, and I didn't catch it,
but you read it as it was little error and
all your podcast has ruined all other paranormal shows for me.

(01:36:47):
Thanks a lot, lol. I've got more to share, but
with my little squirrel brain, it's been hard to focus
and get them down and sent into you. I promise
I will, though it will just take some more time.
From a faithful listener, Jen, Our next experience of the

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night comes to us from Jaman, and Jaman says, hey, Nick,
I hope you have been well and it's very good
to be writing back in. I really hope this story
makes it and I think it's a really good one.
To add to my previous stories in episode three sixty nine,
which were entitled Frozen in Fear and Ghost of Dad's Touch.

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My first story is called Spirit stomps through the House
and a baby Cries. I was nineteen years old and
I had just graduated high school. I was living at
my grandmother's house and it was a very old home
that was built in the late nineteen tens and it
was converted into a house from a gas station. I
always got a really creepy vibe in this house. It

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was just one of those houses that had a very
heavy air and a weird atmosphere to it. I can't
really explain it, but I know that some people will
understand what I'm talking about. I had to stay in
this house alone a lot, as my grandmother worked late
night shifts or she wouldn't be home until early in
the morning. Usually it was a regular night, I was

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in the bedroom with the ac going keeping it cool.
I was watching a movie on my laptop and playing
my guitar. I know this sounds weird, but I didn't
like hearing any sounds in the house. I was always
so anxious and nervous being there alone at night. I
know that some people will say all of that noise
happening could have caused me to hear something that wasn't there,

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but that was definitely not the case. As I was
sitting in the bedroom, I heard the front door open
and the screen door slam closed. I then heard heavy,
loud footsteps go through the living room, passed my door,
and into my grandmother's room across from mine. As the
footsteps went by and approached closely, to her bedroom. I

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heard her bedroom door open. This, however, didn't fail me
at all, and it actually made me relieved that my
grandmother was home and that I wasn't alone anymore. I
quickly and happily got up to greet her and ask
her how her shift was at work. However, her bedroom
light was off and the lights in the house were
still off, and I got a really deep dark feeling

(01:39:18):
within myself. That classic sense of dread and doom overcame
my body right then and there. I told myself that
if my grandmother was not home, that I would leave
immediately and walk to the gas station where an old
friend of mine was working. As I approached the front
door to look outside and see if my grandmother's car
was there. As you can guess, it was not. The

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sensation that I felt was maybe the most scared I've
ever been having a paranormal experience. I know what I heard,
it was there, but the house was empty and I
was all alone. I then quickly rushed over to the
gas station on foot, and I told my friend about
what happened, and I told him that I would wait
outside on the bench until his shift was over. He

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laughed at me at first, but he could see how
pale and scared I was, and he believed me. He
then went on to tell me that when he had
stayed the night with me a few weeks before, he
had woken up in the middle of the night to
the faint sound of a baby crying, and he said
that it came from the direction of my grandmother's room. Well,
that almost scared me more than what happened. It was

(01:40:25):
really horrifying. A lot of instances like that happened in
that house, and I will never forget it. She doesn't
live there anymore, and I'm honestly glad that house had
a really dark vibe to it. And I also wanted
to add that my father's ashes were in her closet
and he wore big boots that made a loud thumb our.

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Next experience of the night comes to us from Justine,
and Justine's experience is called Old Man in Dutton Park Cemetery.
When I was in my early twenties, I used to
like to visit cemeteries. Now in my fifties, I realize
now this was about developing my understanding of the world,

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not just the physical world, but the world of spirit energy,
and emotion. I've always been sensitive to these things. I
would visit South Brisbane Cemetery aka Dutton Park in Australia.
This old cemetery was established in eighteen sixty six and
it's the second largest cemetery in the state. There are
one hundred thousand people buried there, and from a historical perspective,

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it's fascinating. It contains all levels of society, from prominent
people to prisoners executed on the gallows of Bogo Road Goal.
The older section of the cemetery always attracted me because
the headstones are like works of art. The ornate graves
of the wealthy sit up on top of the hill
and overlook the river. I've always loved the use of

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symbolism on the older graves. One Sunday afternoon, I went
to Dutton Park Cemetery with a friend. As usual, the
cemetery was deserted. My friend had wandered about a hundred
meters away and I was walking along a row of
seemingly similar graves until one of them drew my attention.
This old grave was from the early nineteen hundreds and

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physically didn't look any different from the others. It had
a tall rounded headstone with a rusted steel fence surrounding
it and a small gate which was slightly open. The
difference with this grave was that it had an energy.
I knew rooms and houses gave off certain energy. I've
walked past chairs and other objects that hold energy, but

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never a grave. When I feel energy, it's course and
static before it becomes more defined. It's like a radio
that's out of tune, and if you wait, you tune
it and you get an impression. It touches you, but
not physically. Standing in front of this old grave, it
became apparent to me that something was standing there. It

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was very still. In my mind, I could see an
outline of a person standing there. This invisible being was
watching me sidelong. He didn't want to be seen. The
grave was neglected and crumbling. Anyone who cared about its
occupant was long dead. It was sad to think the
person standing there might think that nobody cared. The small

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gate on the fence surrounding the grave was partially open, and,
not thinking that I would cause a fence, I pushed
the little rusty gate shot. It was then that I
immediately heard a stern male voice growl, don't touch the gate.
The voice came from the grave, clear as a bell.
I was startled. It wasn't my voice. Someone very present

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was there. I reopened the gate to its original with
in my mind's eye I could see an old man
huffing and puffing and shaking his head at my impertinence
in touching the gate a second time. I then retreated
to the relatives safety of the main pathway, and I
turned to look back. His energy was still there, standing

(01:44:06):
on his grave, grumpy old beggar. I snorted indignantly before
retreating down the hill. This was just a man without
a physical form. For whatever reason, he was still there,
and he did not want to engage with the living.
This experience taught me to trust my instinct that if
I feel something's there, then it's there. I also learned

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not to touch other people's stuff seriously, though, cemeteries are
not good places to be, and I avoid them these days.
I think about that old man, though it is sad
to think that this very conscious soul has been standing
there for the past one hundred years, just standing on
his grave in

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