Abomination, Red Eyes & Shadows of Dead Children | 443 - Paranormal Mysteries

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Speaker 1 (00:16):
Welcome once again to Paranormal Mysteries, and thank you for
joining me. I'm your host, Nick Ryan. Let's begin tonight's
journey with Aaron who calls their experiences dog sounds and
a dark creature. Hi. Nick, I have two stories to
tell you about, and both are short. The first one

(00:38):
happened in early twenty fifteen in my old house. I
had just lost my childhood dog, Hank, that previous November,
and it was a hard loss for the whole family.
Hank would always follow my dad wherever he went, whether
it was outside to the kitchen or to his favorite place,
the attic. At the time, we had a fully finished

(00:59):
attic used as my dad's office. At this point, we
had two other dogs, but both were still puppies and
never had been allowed upstairs. I had been home alone
that day and I was lying on my floor, and
as I laid there, I heard walking around upstairs. It
sounded exactly like Hank's walking. I just sat there and

(01:20):
thought that it was him and that he was still
here watching over me. The other story is more recent.
I moved into my current house in the middle of
twenty twenty one. A bit of background of the house
is that it was built in the nineteen nineties and
it's over an old marsh land, but there's no information
about the area before nineteen ninety seven. It was a

(01:42):
late summer night and two of my friends had slept
over that night. It was around one in the morning
and we were sitting on my kitchen floor laughing and
eating ice cream. My kitchen is rectangular shaped, and across
from where we were sitting there was a breakfast nook
with windows on all three sides. We all felt a presence,
but we didn't know where it was coming from. Then

(02:04):
we look across the kitchen and we see a large
shadow with red eyes. It was looking directly at us,
and it walked across the windows. I didn't believe what
I had just seen until I looked over at all
my friends and they were all staring at the window
in fear as well. We then put the ice crim
away and we ran back upstairs. There have been multiple

(02:27):
other occasions when I'd see large figures standing at the
top of my stairs to get to the second floor
of my house. The most recent encounter I've had was
in my basement and I was grabbing Christmas wrapping paper
and I was crouched over on the floor looking through
a box. I felt as though there was someone behind me,
so I looked up at the concrete wall in front

(02:48):
of me, and that's when I saw a large, thin
shadow of what looked like a man walk up behind me.
I panicked and I turned my head around, but no
one was there. So I ran back upstairs to tell
my parents, but no one believed me. I always feel
like there's someone watching me at my house, but I'm
not sure if there really is. Thank you for creating

(03:12):
a safe space for people to share their experiences. Our
next experience comes to us from Katie, and Katie's story
is called shadow Figure. Hi Nick, I enjoy your podcast
and listening to others share their stories. I particularly like

(03:33):
the shadow figure experiences because I've experienced it for myself.
It wasn't until I was listening to your podcast and
knowing that so many people see these shadow figures that
I started thinking about when I saw one for myself.
I live in Australia, Victoria, and in twenty twenty, my
husband and I bought a house. It was built in
the nineteen sixties. It's a sweet home with a nice

(03:54):
feel to it. Nothing out of the ordinary has happened
in this home. And I'm pretty intuitive and have always
been able to sense or feel energies and see auras.
I usually only work with the light and not give
my attention to the darkness, as it does scare me
a little. Well, one night, eight months ago or so,
I was woken from my sleep suddenly. I was lying

(04:17):
on my back and there was a shadow figure standing
at the foot of our bed. It was dark, but
light enough from a street light outside to just slightly
light up the room. This figure was darker than the room,
and it was directly at my feet and just standing there.
It had no visible features, but was probably six feet tall.
When it noticed that I was aware of it, it

(04:39):
slowly but calmly walked out of the room and toward
the door, and then vanished. My heart was racing, and
I knew that no one was in the house but
my husband and I, and he was asleep next to me.
If someone had broken in, my dog would have barked anyway.
I lay there, stunned and tried to comprehend what had

(04:59):
just happened. With my my heart pounding. I thought that
it might be sleep paralysis, as I've never experienced it before.
But I then realized that I had turned my head
as I watched the figure walk out of the bedroom
and vanish before my eyes. I wasn't scared of this figure,
and it didn't give me any bad vibes or anything.
I was more shocked as to what just happened. I

(05:21):
told my husband in the morning about what had happened,
and he believed me and I haven't seen this figure again.
It was very out of the ordinary. Thanks Nick for
making a safe place for us to share our stories.
Our next experience comes to us from P and P

(05:44):
says Dear Nick, I love your podcast and I've listened
for many years. I'm writing to share the true and
terrifying story of a haunting that unfolded in my own home,
a story that began with a forgotten Nazi prophet in
my family tree, as well as a cursed book that
almost cost me my life. Back in two thousand and nine,

(06:06):
I had a near death experience after working as a
humanitarian in West Africa, after which I'd come to faith
and continued my work in Africa. But in twenty seventeen
I began to have spiritual visions. I had one in
particular that was terrifying, involving a demonic portal into my family,
and that something was trying to attack my daughter. Then

(06:29):
came the most chilling vision, a read book, and my
grandfather's voice, clear as day, commanding me to burnet. It's
an abomination, he said. The message was so strong. I
took a train to my parents' home in Yorkshire and
I prayed that if it was real, that I would
know it well. I did. Out of hundreds of old

(06:51):
books in my father's study, I reached straight for one,
a red volume called The Aryan Testament. I opened it
and immediately I realized this was no ordinary book. It
was a worship text proclaiming Adolf Hitler as the second
coming of Christ. I stole the book from my father's shelf,
and after seeking advice from various experts and priests, I

(07:14):
began to research who my great uncle Jim really was.
I had never even known this part of my family history.
My great uncle Jim was called James Larrett Battersby. He
was one of the UK's most notorious Nazi sympathizers, founder
of the fascist religious group the Aryan Brotherhood, and author

(07:34):
of that very book. In turned during World War II,
alongside Oswald Mosley as well as the infamous Thomas Baker.
He proclaimed himself a prophet of Hitler and later died
by suicide in one of the most violent and dramatic
ways imaginable, leaping into the paddle wheels of a fairy
after proclaiming himself to be a Christian martyr. With the

(07:57):
book in my home, I began to have more some
more visions of my grandparents, of Jim and events at
the time, and I was shown that the book had
been written under demonic possession, that the words weren't battersbies alone,
but channeled directly. Eventually, I decided that I would burn
it myself. So I did, foolishly and on the balcony

(08:19):
of my South London council flat. From that moment, my
life descended into chaos. For six months, it was like
living in a horror film. Things flew off the shelves
and electronic devices malfunctioned constantly. My car failed without explanation.
Thick black sludge bubbled up from the sinks and bathtub.

(08:41):
I began hearing voices hundreds of times a day telling
me that I was worthless, that I should kill myself
and that my daughter didn't love me. I woke up
with scratches, bruises, and pressure marks on my neck, and
I woke up frequently unable to breathe. I lost job opportunities,
I relapsed physically, and I became bed bound. My mother,

(09:05):
an atheist and skeptic, came to stay with me, and
she witnessed the haunting me screaming in my sleep and
moving like I was possessed. We lived like that for
three months, with everything going on around us. One day, though,
my four year old daughter overheard our whispered conversations and
she said, I know what you are talking about. You're

(09:26):
talking about the punting ghost. And when I asked her
what a punting ghost was, she replied knowingly, that's the
monster that sits on mummy's back in the night. We
were horrified, and I think that's the moment that we
started to desperately look for help. I tried everything church, exorcisms,

(09:47):
African deliverance services, prayer groups, online ministries, but nothing worked. Eventually,
my parents called on the only relatives they knew who
worked with energy and spiritual healing, and with their help,
I connected to a powerful team of intuitives, including a
fearless heathen shaman. It took four of them to finally

(10:08):
remove the entity from my life. I felt it leave
my body, and my mother did as well. It took
me a year before I could speak about it without crying.
Even now, I struggle to explain the layers, the spiritual battle,
the historical evil, and the ancestral silence. But I do
know this, The book the Aryan Testament is real. It

(10:32):
still circulates today amongst the Aryan Brotherhood membership that lingers on.
It is truly an abomination for those who believe in God,
and I feel like I paid the price for removing
that dark inheritance from my family. With warmth and respect
p our. Next experience comes to us from Mary Pierre,

(10:59):
and her experience is called Shadows of the Dead Children. Hello, Nick,
I've been binging 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

(11:22):
if it may sometimes sound odd. I have had a
few paranormal occurrences in my life, mainly seeing things before
they happen through images 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

(11:42):
Australia where we live. After walking about twenty two kilometers
that day, we stopped in the recommended sight for the night.
It must have been 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 tracks
normally sleeping see in the nineteen fifties. Therefore, post World

(12:05):
War II, this village used to be populated by families
of immigrants who had made the long journey from Europe
in search of 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

(12:28):
were positioned in a U shape with a derelict playground
in the middle 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, during every school holiday,
life comes back to this village when families and hordes

(12:49):
of children come to stay for short vacations. The rest
of the year 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

(13:10):
going all day, and traditionally the men would have gone
to work, the 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

(13:30):
next to the school and was probably used to provide
shelter for the pupils on rainy days. We were practically
alone in 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

(13:52):
seemed to come from twenty or thirty women all at once.
It was mind blowing. I couldn't hear the sounds with
me my ears, 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

(14:14):
crying because of their isolation and missing their families that
were left behind in Europe. But most of all, they
were crying for 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

(14:34):
my eyes and I saw them, the dead children around
thirty shadows sitting all around us on the benches, toddlers, babes,
in 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

(14:57):
and asked, do you see them? See what he said?
I told him, and he put his arms around me.
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

(15:18):
my story and all the best to you and your listeners,
Mary Pierre. Before I continue, please consider showing your support
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(15:40):
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and I'm grateful to have you here. Now, please stay
tuned and I'll be right back. After these brief messages,

(16:06):
our next experience comes to us from Marcia, and Marcia says, hi, Nick,
I previously told you about my experience with the mist
girls in our home on the eastern shore of Maryland.
The one and only experience that scared me involved my
eight year old son, Colton. About two weeks before we
moved to Maine. It would have been November of two

(16:29):
thousand and five. It was a typical night, nothing out
of the ordinary. The kids were sound asleep by the
time my husband and I went to bed as well.
I don't know what time it was, because moms don't
check these things when their little boy is screaming in
their beds. I ran from my bed to his room
across the hall. He was sitting straight up in his bed,

(16:49):
eyes open almost as wide as his mouth. I wrapped
my arms around him, and I felt his little body
vibrating with fear. What's wrong, Colton, I whispered into his
hair as I held him close to me. There's a
man in my room. He was looking out my window,
he managed to answer, obviously terrified. Do you mean he
was looking in your window? Obviously no one was in

(17:12):
his room, so maybe someone was outside. That didn't make sense, though.
He must have been dreaming. He shook his head though,
and his body started to relax a bit in my arms. No, Mom,
he was standing in my room looking out the window,
and he had on a plaid shirt. You must have
dreamt it, Colton. There's no one here. Open your eyes

(17:33):
and look around. He then slowly scanned the room and
relaxed a little more. Go back to sleep, now, you're okay.
He asked me to stay with him until he fell asleep,
and I agreed. I got comfortable and he snuggled down
in the covers, and we laid there in the dark
for about ten minutes. Suddenly, though, his body started trembling

(17:55):
all over again. I actually had never felt someone shake
like that before, or say. Colton then whispered to me
in the darkness, Mom, you don't see that man standing
right there now. I have always tried to be reasonable
and not let fear show in front of my kids,
but I was afraid. I scooped Colton up in my arms.

(18:17):
I don't see him, Colt, I said, as I rushed
out of the room and across the hall to my room.
I tucked him safely into bed between my husband and I,
where we slept the rest of the night. Colton never
slept in that room again. He refused and spent the
last two weeks in that house on the floor in
his big sister's room. I never got any answers about

(18:37):
that house, and never had experiences in any of the
other places that we lived before that house or after
Thanks for listening, take care of yourself and keep the
stories coming. Our next experience comes to us from Shay,

(18:58):
and Shay's story is called Heavy Energy. She says, I
just recently started to listen to your podcast and somehow
got the courage to talk about my own experience. This
happened last year, sometime in the summer. I'm going to
start by giving some information about myself. I'm Latina, and

(19:18):
in my culture we talk a lot about cryptids and
paranormal experiences. Because it's talked about a lot, we tend
to be pretty open minded about things. I've always been
extremely sensitive. I see, hear, and feel things that others don't.
In our current house, in my bedroom, I don't have
a door. It's right in front of the steps, and

(19:39):
for some reason, if I was to put a door
on it, it would open outwards. Keep in mind it's
an old house. Instead of a door, I have a curtain.
It was late at night, sometime last summer when it happened.
I was fast asleep. It wasn't that hot inside the house,
so I didn't have the ac or a window open.
Suddenly I I felt someone throw almost like a towel

(20:02):
at my face. I woke up startled, and I sat
up looking around. I looked at the curtain, thinking that
maybe one of my little brothers threw something in my room,
and then hid. The curtain was still in place, and
it wasn't moving, which I found was weird. If someone
would have played a prank, it would have been moving.
There was this heavy energy in the air that I

(20:23):
just couldn't shake off, but I decided to play it cool.
I didn't want my brothers to know that they scared me,
so I walked out of my room and used the bathroom,
and I secretly checked to see if everyone was still asleep.
They were. Again, I didn't want to show that I
was scared, so I went back to try and sleep.
I closed my eyes and I tried to sleep, but

(20:44):
the energy was still extremely heavy. It felt as if
I was being watched. Suddenly, I felt as though someone
pinned me down. It felt heavy on my chest, as
if someone was sitting on me. I opened my eyes
in a panic, only to see nothing. I begin to hyperventilate.
I guess I must have eventually fallen asleep, because I

(21:06):
woke up the next morning confused. It still haunts me
to this day. This is only one of the few
paranormal experiences that I've had in our current house, and
something tells me that it won't be the last. Our
next experience comes to us from Alexandra and Alexandra's experience

(21:30):
is called my first actual spirit encounter. Alexandra says, thank
you for having this podcast. I just started listening to
it recently and it's become my new fixation going to work, cleaning,
and even sleeping. So this encounter started happening the week
of July sixteenth, twenty nineteen. That specific date was the

(21:53):
day that my mom, who was thirty nine at the time,
passed away unexpectedly. I was the one who found in
my bathroom. After all that had happened, I moved back
in with my grandparents in Lewiston, Maine. Before that, I
was living in Leeds, Maine with my mom and our trailer,
and I moved back in with my grandparents to get
back on my feet both mentally and physically. As the

(22:17):
days went on, when I would wake up from a
night's sleep, if I even slept, I would be met
with a silhouette of a woman about my mother's height
and body type, wrapped in a towel walking out of
my bathroom. This had gone on for about three days
until the fourth day that I woke up from a
nightmare and I went to go walk to the bathroom
so I could get water. As soon as I opened

(22:39):
my door, I was met with a giant black shadow
with yellow eyes that was staring down at me. I
immediately closed my door and broke down in tears. I
looked over to my bed again and I saw my
mom fully clothed and her hair done, just like she
would on any normal day. Her arms were open wide
and waiting for me to run and give her a hut,

(23:00):
just like when I was younger and I would go
to get comfort from her when there were pretend monsters
in my room. When I ran to her and what
I thought was squeeze her body, I instantly woke up.
She was there in my dreams, protecting me from whatever
demonic thing was in my old home. I still see
my mom's spirit around my new state, especially in Jeeps

(23:23):
that was her old car before she passed away. And
there are times when I hear hate kiddo or my
name being called in random occurrences, and even when I'm alone,
I'm one hundred percent sure that it's her and her
spirit making it aware that she's still around and watching,
and it makes me feel safe. If you do end

(23:43):
up reading my story, thank you. I've been keeping this
secret with me for almost five years, and I've always
wanted to talk about it, even if it's not believed.
I know that spirits are around us every day, and
sometimes they protect us without us even knowing. Our next

(24:04):
experience comes to us from Jenny, and Jenny's experience is
called Protected by my Dad. I hope this finds you
and your listeners well. A few weeks ago, I shared
some experiences that were pretty frightening for me. The story
that I want to share with you today is exactly
the opposite. It involves my dad, who died when I

(24:27):
was twenty two. My parents divorced when I was very young,
and it took until my teen years to get to
a point where I felt truly connected to him. I
remember so vividly once when I was staying with him
that I lost a plane ticket. This was long before
cell phones or digital tickets. You had to show up
with a ticket and boarding pass at the airport. I

(24:48):
was frantic, and my dad just held me while I
cried and said, don't you know that I'll always take
care of you sweety. I was put at ease. We
went to the airport and after I checked in, I
got an overhead page. It was a random airport employee
saying that my dad wanted me to know that I
have a guardian angel and that I will always be

(25:09):
kept safe. Flash forward to many years later. I was
living in Florida on the edge of a swamp land.
I had gotten up at dawn to drive to my
aunt's house to help her unpack into her new home.
The swamp area had a roade through it covered by
trees that I describe as a tree tunnel. It gets
very dark in the tree tunnel, so I went to

(25:29):
turn on my headlights right as I was about to
run over a downed tree that was in the road.
It was a skinny pine, not a big ochreor anything,
but I was in a sedan and I was concerned
about the damage. Once you come out of the swamp,
there's a gas station, so I stopped to check under
the car, and I was amazed to find that there
was no damage, not even to my bumper, no flat tires,

(25:52):
no issues with the chassis, no issues with anything. So
I went onto my aunt's house, which was in a
brand new development about ninety minutes away. While I had
a general idea where I was going, GPS did not
work because the roads were so new, so I was
driving around for about thirty minutes before calling her to
get directions. I spent a few hours with her and

(26:14):
then left for my ninety minute drive home. I then
called my mom, as I often do in the car.
She asked me how the day went, and I was
telling her about my near miss in the swamp. She
then said, well, your guardian Angel was definitely looking out
for you today. As soon as she said that, I
realized that I was not on the road back to

(26:34):
my house. I was at an intersection that I vaguely
recognized from decades before, and I turned to my right
to find myself standing in front of the house that
my dad lived in when he passed away. I had
only ever been there once, and that was when he died.
Keep in mind, his house outside of Orlando was several
hours away from my house in Jacksonville, and it was

(26:57):
also in the opposite direction from my aunt's house. I
don't know how I got there, but my mom's words
snapped me out of whatever days I was in, out
of whatever compelled me to drive to that spot. I
never saw my dad when he lived in that house.
I was only there for the funeral. I sat there
for about an hour, staring out at the lake that

(27:18):
I know he loved so much, and I just knew
that it was him keeping me safe on my pre
dawn drive. Nick, there is no reason for me to
have known how to get to his old house. To
this day, I have no idea how I ended up there.
I was so distracted while I was on the phone
with my mom, and her comment about the Guardian Angel
came at just the right time for me to realize

(27:40):
where I was. I believe in my heart that my
Dad was with me that day. He visits me in
my dreams from time to time, and while I know
that he has passed on, I also think his promise
to always keep me safe is one that he is
honoring even in death. Before I bring tonight's episode to

(28:04):
an end, I'd like to thank all of our experiencers
for coming forward with their stories, and of course I
truly appreciate each and every one of you for listening
and showing your support. With that being said, I hope
you have a wonderful rest of your evening and I'll
be back in just a few short days with more
tales of the unexplained. And until then, please remember, don't

(28:27):
wait for the unknown to come to you, get out
there and find it.

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