October 23, 2025 • 40 mins
Midnight Stalkers, Sleep Paralysis & Strange Entities
Archive Episode 98 | October 23, 2025
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Speaker 1 (00:31):
Welcome yet again to the Paranormal Mysteries Podcast, and thank
you all for being here. I am your host, Nick Ryan.
Today we have eleven amazing listener stories. So without further ado,
let's get into it. Today's first listener story comes to
us from Tosca. Toska's story is called Grandma's Haunted House.
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Tosca says, Hey, Nick, I've had a couple of paranormals
experiences at my Grandma's house. Not bad experiences, but they
definitely scared me a bit. This may be a bit lengthy.
The first was when I was eleven. It was around
one am on New Year's Day and I was in
the bedroom with my dad and brother. I was on
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my cot while they were on the bed. Now keep
in mind I was wide awake and it was pitch
black in the bedroom. I was trying to fall asleep
by staring into the darkness. After a couple of minutes
of this, I noticed something strange, the outline of a hand.
It was just a hand. I could see it clearly
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though because it was darker than dark. It came towards
my face as if trying to pet me. But I
was terrified and hid under my blanket. After a minute
or so of hiding, I peeked out and it was gone.
I walked over to my dad and woke him up,
and I told him I saw a ghost hand. He
said it was probably one of my dead relatives trying
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to pet my head. The next experience I had in
my grandma's house was two years ago or so. But
first a little background. My Auntie passed away about four
years ago. Her and my grandma lived together, and when
my Auntie was looking for my grandma, she'd always say, Bert,
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where are you. With that being said, now back to
the story, my dad, brother and I were sitting on
the couch, each doing our own thing, when all of
a sudden, we looked up at each other, all puzzled.
My dad asked, did you guys hear that? My brother
and I both responded with yes, I heard Bert, where
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are you? Over by the door. I knew it was
my Auntie. From time to time we also noticed little
things like the bathroom door, locking, voices, and bangs on
the walls. I don't think these ghosts are bad. I
think they're just my relatives watching over us, wanting us
to know that they are there. I have a couple
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more experiences, some which are mine and some are my parents.
Thank you for listening and reading. I hope you are
safe and well. Our next listener story comes to us
from Lydia. Lydia's story is called Camping Story. Lydia says, hello,
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I'm writing after listening to the story of one of
your listeners from their camping trip in the Rare National Forest.
I absolutely got chills listening to them recount strange noises
and lights because of how similar it was to an
experience I had with my girl Scout troop over fifteen
years ago. I guess I'd put it in the back
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of my mind and written it off as silly, but
I want to share it now so that listener knows
they aren't alone. It was early autumn, maybe October or November,
and my girls out troop of seven girls, was camping
overnight in the Ure National Forest one weekend. I was
about fifteen at the time, and I've never been great
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at sleeping in new places, much less a tent floor.
While I was tossing and turning, I remember hearing what
sounded like quiet, distorted voices talking. Sometimes they sounded a
couple feet away, and sometimes like they were coming from
very far away. At the time, I attributed it to
maybe other campers that might have had tents set up
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near us, even though I hadn't seen anyone that day.
The voices sounded deep like they were male, so it
didn't seem possible that they were from our campsite, as
the troop members and leaders were all females whose voices
I had been familiar with for years. After an hour
or so of trying to sleep, I get up to
go to the bathroom, waking my friend up to come
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with me, as I joked that there was no way
my city girl self was going to get eaten by
a bear or a lost while trying to go to
the bathroom. We took the short walk and my friend
stood watch for me. When we traded places, I remember
seeing what seemed like floating lights through the trees in
the distance, and I assumed it was flashlights from other campers, again,
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despite not seeing anyone else nearby before sunset. On our
way back, I started to get the feeling you get
when you're being watched when my hair stood up on
the back of my neck. I remember joking to my
friend that I hoped no axe murderers were following us.
I will always remember her looking back at me with huge,
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wide eyes and asking if I was hearing the voices too.
I realized then that the same murmuring sound I heard
in the tent was present with us now as well.
Despite being some distance from where I heard it originally,
it seemed to kind of just rise up around us. We,
being teenage girls who loved horror movies and who were
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determined not to be the ones who die first, booked
it at top speed back to the tent. As we
were trying to get our heart rates back down and
zip up the tent, there was this tremendous roar that
woke the rest of the girls up. We didn't get
much sleep after that. The next morning, we all talked
about the roar and decided that it must have been
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a mountain lion. My friend and I stayed quiet about
our experience, as we didn't want to seem crazy and
figured we'd probably blew it out of proportion given the
spooky quality of the forest at night time. But I've
never forgotten the feeling of being stalked and hunted. I
still don't think that that roar was a mountain lion
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as it seemed more and I don't know how to
describe it, hollow, abrupt, Whether it was a mountain lion
or something else. It makes me glad to never camp again.
So to the listener who shared their story about the
Uari National Forest, you aren't alone in your experience. Our
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next story of the night comes from M. M's story
is called Invisible UFO in Mississippy M says, Hello, Nick.
I recently began listening to your podcast on the recommendation
of a friend, and I have already binged many of
the episodes. I've always had the intention to write about
this experience, but I've never known where to do so
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until now. I have had several unexplainable experiences, but this
one is the one that baffles me the most. This
experience happened when I was thirteen or fourteen years old.
My mom and I were staying with my grandmother, who
lives in a rural area outside of Mayben, Mississippi. When
I say rural, I mean you can see the Milky
Way almost every night, and the land is crawling with
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critters and life. I've had other strange events happen out there,
but this is by far the strangest. I decided to
go for a walk just before sunset. As I walked
aroun on the property, five or so of the outside
dogs followed me around. There is very little to do,
and I was alone with my thoughts. I sat down
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in the field and poked around in the dirt. I
began to hear the wind in the distance. You know
how in a large open area you can hear the
trees begin to rustle in the distance before you feel
the wind come up on to you. I looked up
to watch the trees swaying. I was confused because nothing
was moving. I looked all around me and everything was
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eerily still. Then I started to notice that there was
no other noises, no birds chirping, or small animals moving about.
I noticed then that the dogs, who were tough outdoor
dogs and not pets, were standing completely motionless with their
hackles up. After twenty to thirty seconds had passed, I
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began to discern which direction the sound was coming from.
I was frozen with fear and I knew something was off,
and I looked up into the sky to see what
was making this noise. There were a few wispy, high
altitude clouds in the distance, but the sky above me
was clear. I was looking right at where the sound
was coming from and tracking it as it slowly moved overhead.
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The sound was not directly over me, but enough that
my head tilted back. It sounded like whatever it was
was slowly hovering, only a few hundred feet off the ground.
Yet I saw nothing at all. I've heard some stories
where people can see an outline or a mirage type allusion,
but I saw nothing. The dogs were also looking up
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at the same spot. My heart was racing, and I
wanted to run away, but I was too scared to move,
and so were they. To my horror, the wind like
sound stopped moving and suddenly changed to a high pitch
electronic whirring noise. The closest thing that I can relate
it to is the sound an ATM machine makes when
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you deposit cash. I was still just frozen with fear,
but somewhere in my mind I thought if I threw
a rock into the sky, I was sure that I'd
see it bounce. I was too afraid to do so,
even though I was curious. I just stood there as
this sound continued for another ten to fifteen seconds. The
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sound then changed back to the wind sound and continued
to move off in the same direction and same pace
it had been going. Once it had moved on some way,
I heard the birds resume their singing, and I ran
into the house as fast as I could. Dogs in
tow to this day, I still have no explanation. Could
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it have been aliens or some classified government aircraft? I
have no idea. Thank you for letting me share my story.
I've told a handful of people over the years, but
it feels good to share it in writing. I hope
you and all of your listeners are well. Regards m
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or next Door Where the Night Comes from Charlie. Charlie's
story is called sleep paralysis. Charlie says, I've experiencedly paralysis
my entire life. The earliest I remember having it was
when I was four years old. I've come to learn
how to wake myself up from an episode before it
becomes too terrifying, but I still have very vivid, strong
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episodes in which nothing I do helps. This specific experience,
which took place about four years ago, was by far
my worst. I had just purchased my house and was
for the most part settled in furniture. Was in place
pictures on the walls, yet the house still felt unfamiliar.
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I was comfortable in the house, though, I never felt
negative energy or that someone's watching me feeling so I
never had trouble falling asleep. Typically, when I experienced sleep paralysis,
it starts with an incredible vibration in my body, like
the static on a television, but much much more intense.
On top of that, it's almost as if a jet
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engine is next to my head running full blast. It's bizarre.
I can almost always wake myself up when these symptoms
occur by focusing all of my energy on moving one
of my limbs. Unfortunately, this wasn't the case this time.
My then wife always slept with the television on. Specifically,
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she liked falling asleep to a DVD of The Golden
Girls show playing, So every night, around two to three
a m. The title menu would come up after all
of the episodes were played, and the intra music would
play over and over until one of us turned the
TV off. I understand this seems like a rant, but
it's all relevant information. This night was like any other.
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We went to bed, she turned on the Golden Girls,
and we dozed off. My dream that night was so
vivid it felt as if I were actually living it.
The dream started with me standing in a kitchen of
a house I'd never been in before. Everything was unfamiliar.
It was clearly the middle of the night, and the
house was dark, so I made my way around very slowly.
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I saw a staircase leading to the second floor, and
I decided to go up it. As I neared the
top of the stairs, I could hear music, very faintly,
as if being played at a low volume. I reached
the top of the stairs, turned left and saw three
bedroom doors at the end of the hallway. All of
the doors were open, but only one room had any
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light coming from it. It just so happened to be
the same room that the music was coming from. It
was pretty obvious at that point that a television was
on in the room. In the dream, I remember thinking
how strange it was that the music kept repeating. It
was a short, upbeat song that lasted about twenty seconds
and then it would start over. So I made my
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way to the room. I reached the doorway, and as
I peeked inside, I saw me lying on my side sleeping.
Then I instantly woke up. I was paralyzed. I had
fallen asleep on my side, facing the wall with the
bedroom door in sight. The TV was on that damn
Golden Girl's title menu song playing over and over again. Then,
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in a desperate attempt to move one of my limbs
to wake up, I saw it standing in the doorway.
I have ten foot tall ceilings in my house, and
the figure was still hunched over. It had to be
every bit of twelve feet tall, slim, featureless, with abnormally
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long legs, arms, hands, and fingers. It had no face,
no eyes, no clothing, nothing. It was a twelve foot
pitch black figure that, even without any facial features, I
felt staring right at me. I went into full panic mode.
I did everything I could to wake myself up, but
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to no avail. Every time I closed my eyes and
opened them again, the figure was a little closer to me.
This felt like it went on for an eternity, all
while that damned music played. It made its way to
my bedside, hunched over my body, and let out a
horrendous noise. It sounded like the screeching of an engine,
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and it cut through me like a knife. My entire
body vibrated and I could feel an immense dread covering
me like a blanket. I jolted forward, nearly falling out
of bed. I was awake and no longer paralyzed. I
immediately jumped out of bed and scrambled around the room
looking for an intruder. But there was nothing and no one,
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only my startled wife. I had woken up in my
panic and the title music of the DVD with the
theme song playing. It took me a moment to recollect
the dream I had while asleep. The realization that I
was that figure or had somehow led it to my
bedroom in a dream still terrifies me. I rearranged my
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bedroom the next day and got rid of the Golden
Girls DVDs. Still, to this day, that upbeat twenty second
song gives me the chills. Our next story of the
night comes from Nick. Nick's story is called A Ghost
Makes Me Spaghetti. Nick says, Hello, I'm a big fan
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of the podcast and I wanted to take the opportunity
to share a story of mine. Just a little background.
I was raised on Art Bell and the X Files
thanks to my dad. When I was a kid, I
wanted to grow up to be a paranormal investigator. As
an adult, I became a skeptic, but I've always struggled
to make sense of this incident. I once lived in
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a house that was well over a hundred years old.
It was beautiful, with built in features and tongue of rooms.
The woman I was seeing at the time and I
moved in temporarily as caretakers. Almost immediately we started hearing things.
There would be a sound like a ball bouncing down
the basement steps, children's laughter, the usual first signs of
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a haunting that you read about. At the time. I
wrote it off as sounds from the neighbors, as our
walls were thin, but my ex was spooked One day
while I was at work. She had her very religious
mother come by with some holy water and sage, and
they blessed the house. After that, there were no more
incidents for a while. For a number of reasons, the
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relationship ended, and almost immediately the unexplained activity in the
house began again. My ex was very emotionally abusive and
was also the only one who got a creepy feeling
from our ghost, so after she moved out, I would
joke that it just didn't like her. One night, I
was making myself spaghetti and stepped outside to have a smoke.
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I heard the timer go off for my noodles, but
decided that overcooked noodles mattered less than finishing my cigarette,
so I finished it before heading back in. When I
went in to turn off the stove, it had already
been turned off and my noodles were cooked perfectly. This
was over ten years ago, so smart appliances weren't a
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thing yet, and I was alone in the house. I
joke now that the ghost wanted to help take care
of me through the break up. Other things that happened
while I was living there include a voice whispering my
name in my ear as I was in bed, but
not in a creepy way, if that makes sense. It
felt like someone trying to comfort me. There was also
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a sort of study off the kitchen that I never
ever used because it creeped the hell out of me.
It had been the room I was most excited about
before I moved in, as the windows were perfect for
my plant collection. Once I settled in, though, I started
feeling as though I was being watched by an angry
presence every time I walked past the door, so I
started keeping it closed it fit very tightly in the
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frame and had to be forced shut, and yet I
always found it open. Later, my ex was also creeped
out by the room and swore it wasn't her. I've
never had any other experiences prior to or following what
I experienced in this house. I will admit, however, that
I was not sad when the time came to move out.
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Even a well intended spirit is creepy when you live alone.
Thank you for taking the time to read this, and
I hope you and all of your listeners are safe
and well. Nick. Our next oor, it comes from Kelly
Kelly's story, is called Strange Man. Kelly says, Hi, Nick,
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I've recently discovered your podcast, and I love listening to
people's personal experiences, so I thought i'd share my own.
This story takes place in my old house in Wyoming
when I was about two years old. I was taking
a bath while my mom supervised me. The window on
the wall to the side of the bath tub was
a large but it had many tempered glass squares, so
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there was no way to really see out of it.
This window was also high off the ground. As I
was taking my bath, I pointed to the window, and
I asked my mom to tell the man that was
looking at me to go away. She was very confused
because she didn't see anyone and the window was too
high and the type of glass made it difficult to
make anything out. She figured that if something was there,
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that it couldn't hurt me, so she told me to
tell him to go away and that I don't want
to play with him. A few nights after this incident,
my mom was cooking dinner and I was in my
play room that was only a headshot away. At this time,
I had no siblings, so I was completely alone. As
my mom was cooking dinner, she heard me tell someone
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to go away and that I didn't want to play
with them. This freaked my mom out, but she stayed
calm and asked me who I was talking to, and
I told her that I was talking to the man
from the other night. I don't remember what my mom
told me after that, but I know that because this
incident was so creepy, she had my grandma come to
the house and do some sort of cleansing. Nothing ever
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happened again. I don't actually remember this happening since I
was so young at the time. But just having my
mom tell me about this freaks me out. Even though
we have moved out of that house and to a
different state, I still get the feeling like someone is
watching me, and sometimes it becomes a fear that whoever
or whatever is watching me might want to hurt me.
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When I was in my preteens, there would be times
when I was showering and I'd get the overwhelming feeling
that someone was in the bathroom watching me and that
they were going to hurt me. I would curl up
into the corner and start crying until eventually the feeling
went away, or until I mustered up enough courage to
run out of the bathroom. This could all just be
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me being paranoid and thinking too much of it, but
the fear and feelings I get are so powerful. I
don't know if they're real or not. I would really
love some second opinions to help me figure out how
to make this fear stop. Sorry this is kind of long,
but I figured I would share. Thank you for reading
and sharing my experience. Before I continue, Please consider showing
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all and I'm grateful to have you here now. Please
stay tuned and I'll be right back. After these brief messages,
our next story of the night comes from Karen. Karen's
story is called Spirit Communication. Karen says, Dear Nick, I've
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been listening to your podcast for over a year and
am hooked. Thanks for the great content. I would like
to share with you a few strange experiences I've had
throughout my life. I would describe myself as an EmPATH
and a sensitive. Since childhood, I've had a connection with
the other worldly. About two years ago, my husband and
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I lived in an old house in an old neighborhood.
Our stay there was peaceful, and I really enjoyed the
energy of the old wooden floors, the high ceilings, and
just the general energy of the place. The kitchen was
open and it looked out over the lounge. Our record
player stood on a low shelf at the far end
of the lounge against a wall. One day, I was
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staying ending by our kitchen counter that looked right onto
the lounge and the record player. I was making coffee
and looked down for a few moments putting coffee into
my mug, et cetera. Usually, when the record player was
switched on, its arm would make a distinct clicking sound
as it moved from its resting place to the position
just above the record. It made the same sound when
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you pressed the stop button and the arm would move
back to its resting position. As I was focusing on
making the coffee, I heard that distinct clicking sound loudly
and clearly. I looked up and saw the arm of
the record player move back into its position, as if
it was just playing a record and someone had switched
off the machine. I also saw the record spinning slowly
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coming to a standstill. What is strange is that neither
the record player, the amplifier, or the speakers were switched
on at all. The record player was not playing anything beforehand.
I was alone in the house and the cat were
sleeping in another room. I was obviously shocked and surprised,
but also grateful for experiencing this, I didn't feel threatened
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at all. I said, in a loud, clear voice, thank
you for making contact. I respect you and ask that
you respect me. I only allow love and light in
my house. Our record player has never done anything like
that before or after. Another encounter many years ago, during
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my student years, I slept over at a good friend's house.
He had made a bed for me, and he was
sleeping on a couch in the lounge. I had just
fallen asleep when suddenly, very loudly, I heard my name
being called. He was very loud and distinct, almost as
if someone was shouting in my ear. I jolted awake
and sat up. I then called back to my friend,
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thinking that he might have called me from the lounge.
There was no answer, and I realized he was fast asleep.
The experience was very real. I don't feel as if
I was dreaming. It felt as if someone was trying
to wake me up. I was not fearful as I
went back to sleep, just really perplexed. Another time, I
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visited a spiritual healer and psychic. I wanted to ask
her about my spiritual journey, but I also wanted to
know if she could contact my grandmother, who had passed
away a couple years ago. However, I didn't tell her
anything about my grandmother as I didn't want to influence
her or force anything on her. I was also a
new client and she knew nothing about me. During our session,
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all I did was take out my grandmother's brooch and wristwatch,
which I placed on the table in between us. I
mentioned to the psychic that I wished to make contact
with her. That was all I said. When I took
the brooch and watch out, the psychic said to me,
your grandmother asks that you place her brooch in wristwatch
back in front of her photo in your room. I
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was shocked. In our pre vious house, I had placed
those items in front of my grandma's photo, but we
had since moved and those items were packed away in
my cupboard in our new house. I was very happy,
but also a little surprised and shocked to receive this news,
and I promised my grandma via the psychic that I
will restore her items to the rightful place. I was
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very grateful for this experience because I feel very connected
to my grandmother. Today, my grandma's items are still in
front of her photo. Thanks for the great podcast. I'm
working my way through all the episodes. Best wishes, Karen.
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Our next story of the night comes from Brennan. Brennan says, Heinik,
I am hooked on your podcast. Keep up the great work.
Here is one of my encounters. I've always had the
notion that certain people perceive the spiritual realm more than others.
I consider myself to be in that category. In twenty sixteen,
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my family and I moved into a house in northern Virginia.
The mother of the previous family who had owned it
had unfortunately passed away in the house due to cancer.
During our time there, I always had a negative feeling
about the shed in our backyard. My room was located
on the first floor of the house, and it had
access to the backyard from a screen door. It also
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had a direct eye view of that shed in the backyard.
One night, I was asleep in my room when suddenly
I was awoken by the feeling of someone pushing down
on my legs. It felt like when someone urgently shakes
you to wake you up, but with all the pressure
on my left leg, I got the perception that this
woman was trying to wake me up. It thoroughly spooked me,
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but I was able to go back to sleep after
a while. Outside my room, the porch light is motion activated.
Over the course of my time living there, the light
would always cut on randomly. When I would go to look,
there would be nothing in sight. The light is super bright,
so I would be able to see when it's an animal,
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causing the motion light to activate, but every time I looked,
I see nothing. It would often come on in the
middle of the night and wake me up. My sister
also had a similar encounter, and here is her story.
I was asleep in my mom's room on the second
floor of the house when I awoke to a sensation
of someone pressing down on my chest with all their strength.
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I immediately panicked and reached for my phone to shine
the flashlight on whoever was in my room, but found
no one there. On multiple occasions, all of the books
on my shelf would be thrown off in the middle
of the night. The house felt very wrong and made
me feel very paranoid. I started having to sleep with
the lights on at seventeen years old because of it,
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and only in the past two years after moving have
I stopped using a night light. Because of my encounters,
I always kept that screen door lock. One time, my
family and I went out of town on vacation. When
we arrived back home, my dad realized that we didn't
have a house key and we were locked out. He
went around to the back of the house to see
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if we could get in through one of the screen doors.
He went to mine outside my bedroom, and it was unlocked.
I had always kept it locked. I don't know if
this is related, but I feel that it's worth mentioning.
I don't consider myself much of a dreamer, but I
vividly remember this dream, as it was one of the
most frightening ones I've had. In my dream, I'm in
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my room, awakened by something. The layout of my room
in my dream is exactly the same as in reality.
In the dream, I look over toward the screen door
to see what woke me up. Through the crack of
the curtains, I see the porch light as on. I
look more closely at the crack and I see a
man about in his fifties. I get scared and I
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try to slowly roll out of bed before he sees me.
As I start to roll, he turns toward me and
makes direct eye contact with me. He has a gun
and aims it right at me and shoots. I instantly
wake up. After these things happened, I asked my mom
to go into my room alone and tell this woman
to please leave her daughter alone. She goes in there
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and tells it, and after that I didn't have any
more encounters with her. Brennan. Our next listener story comes
to us from Jonathan. Jonathan's story is called The Man
at Night. Jonathan says it was summertime and I was
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an elementary student. My dad was a teacher and was
going to Houston, Texas for a teacher training. He would
be six hours away for the weekend. At the house
was my brother, my mom, and me. We all slept
in the same room in a mobile home down south
on the border of Texas and Mexico. The first night
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he was gone was fine, but the next time day,
something unexplainable happened. The next day, at bedtime, we locked
all the doors and were getting ready for sleep. We
decided to go to sleep all in the same room
since I was scared and young. Around midnight, I woke
up to the door being open and a black figure
lurking around the house. It looked like a man about
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six feet tall, wearing a dark trench coat. It was
pitch black, and all I could see was his figure
and then his eyes. His eyes pierced my soul. They
were like two flashlights in my eyes. But it instantly
made me go to sleep. The next day seemed normal
and I forgot about the incident. But when I saw
my mom, she asked me if I had opened the door,
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and the back door was also wide open, right where
I saw the man. We searched the house, but all
was normal and nothing was stolen, and nothing ever came
of it. Our next story of the night comes from Brittany.
Britney's story is called Uigi Board Predictions. Brittany says he nick,
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I've always been interested in paranormal stories, but always took
the skeptics approach. That was until my friends talked me
into playing with a Ouiji board. I was about twenty
one or twenty two and I had never played with
one before. So my friend pulled out his old Wigi
board and about four or five of us started to play.
We played around with it for a bit, but it
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never seemed to tell us anything or answer any questions.
So everyone got tired of it, and eventually everyone had
to go except my friend Nathan and I, so we
packed up the Ouiji board and went to his house
to continue playing. Once there, we started playing and it
seemed to be spelling out random letters over and over,
but then Nathan said, it's spelling out Amy. I asked
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who's Amy, and he told me that was his mom's name.
So we asked the board what about her, and it
spelled out die and we asked when she was going
to die and it said nine days. While we were
a little freaked out, we didn't think too much of it.
There was no way that this thing could actually be real.
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We just brushed it off as a creepy Wigi board
story that we could tell. Six days later, I was
back at my house and the phone rang. It was Nathan.
He called to tell me that his mom had passed away.
I thought he was just playing a morbid joke and said, Nathan,
that's not funny, to which he replied that he was serious.
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It turns out that his mom did in fact pass away.
She had a few health issues, but nothing that was
life threatening. I went to her funeral and everything, and
I couldn't believe that not only did the board tell
us that she was going to pass, but it told
us within the amount of days. I've never touched a
WIGI board since then, and I do not plan on it.
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I've not wanted to seek out any paranormal since then
for myself, but I loved to hear about everyone else stories.
Thank you for listening and keep it up. Sincerely, Brittany.
Our last story of the night comes from Hudson. Hudson's
story is called Stalking at Midnight. Hudson says, this is
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a story from a few years ago. I was making
routine trips to a nearby trailer park where a friend lived.
We'd just sit up till two or three in the
morning and talk about everything and our lives. One night,
two other guys joined us and we went out to
the woodline to smoke and stargaze. After about twenty minutes,
with some light music and some side arguments, me and
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another guy are slowly becoming aware of a sound. It
sounds like the walnut trees shedding nut pods, at first
a sort of signature pop, followed by a crash as
the nuts hit every drying autumn leaf on the way
down to the forest floor. This sound is different though,
no pop, no loud cracksh Somewhere just inside the darkened
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tree line, we hear it, crunch, crunch. Then it stops
and there's only silence for maybe thirty seconds. It was subtle,
and we weren't even really paying attention at first, but
it kept up. Crunch, crunch. I start looking at this
other guy, and he's obviously trying to pretend that he's cool,
but he keeps looking up from time to time. He's
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looking past me to the woods, about fifteen feet behind
my back. Crunch, crunch, it's official. We both hear it,
and to make it worse, every thirty seconds or so,
it's not in the same place. It's in two places,
about fifteen feet apart. Crunch crunch to the left, then crunch,
crunch to the right. We're being stalked, and each crunch
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is a hair closer than the last. I look at
this guy and he looks at me where over it.
I get my friend's attention, and with the help of
this guy, we break up his argument and make him listen.
He says we're paranoid and that it's just bas crunch, crunch, again,
we all stop. Thirty seconds go by, Crunch crunch. It's
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now obvious that no one is imagining anything. We pack
up and start walking, but we have to go parallel
to the tree line for two hundred feet before we
break out into the open field that butts up against
the trailer park. We make the walk with a little
noise and turn to start heading into the street lights. Crunch, crunch,
it's following us. Down the tree line. We get back
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to the general safety of the trailers and lights. We
all camp up on the porch with our backs to
the wall and continue talking. My friend is ramping back
up into his argument. We're all chilling, and that about
fifteen minutes goes by. Just off the porch is a
street lamp. The edge of my car is visible under
its white light. The walnuts are doing their thing again.
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We're all a little jumpy and playing it off. Then,
just beyond my car, just beyond the light, in the
darkened yard across the narrow street, crunch crunch again. We
all stop. It's following us. I state, rather obviously needless
to say, the fund's over, and I make my friends
watch me as I leave to make sure I actually
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get into my car. Nothing else happened, but it didn't
stop me from checking my back seat and hurrying home.
As we once again come to the end of tonight's episode,
i'd like to say thank you to everyone for tuning
in and supporting the podcast. If any of you have thoughts, advice,
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or a similar experience that you'd like to share with
one of tonight's storytellers, email me and I'll be sure
to forward your message onto them. If you've witnessed something
unexplainable and you'd like to have your story shared on
the podcast, please contact me at Paranormal Mysteries Podcast at
gmail dot com or visit Paranormal Mysteries podcast dot com
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and click on the tell your Story link. All of
our contact information and be found in the show notes.
Until next time, thank you so much for listening, and
please remember, don't wait for the unknown to come to you,
get out there and find it.
Welcome yet again to the Paranormal Mysteries Podcast, and thank
you all for being here. I am your host, Nick Ryan.
Today we have eleven amazing listener stories. So without further ado,
let's get into it. Today's first listener story comes to
us from Tosca. Toska's story is called Grandma's Haunted House.
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Tosca says, Hey, Nick, I've had a couple of paranormals
experiences at my Grandma's house. Not bad experiences, but they
definitely scared me a bit. This may be a bit lengthy.
The first was when I was eleven. It was around
one am on New Year's Day and I was in
the bedroom with my dad and brother. I was on
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my cot while they were on the bed. Now keep
in mind I was wide awake and it was pitch
black in the bedroom. I was trying to fall asleep
by staring into the darkness. After a couple of minutes
of this, I noticed something strange, the outline of a hand.
It was just a hand. I could see it clearly
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though because it was darker than dark. It came towards
my face as if trying to pet me. But I
was terrified and hid under my blanket. After a minute
or so of hiding, I peeked out and it was gone.
I walked over to my dad and woke him up,
and I told him I saw a ghost hand. He
said it was probably one of my dead relatives trying
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to pet my head. The next experience I had in
my grandma's house was two years ago or so. But
first a little background. My Auntie passed away about four
years ago. Her and my grandma lived together, and when
my Auntie was looking for my grandma, she'd always say, Bert,
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where are you. With that being said, now back to
the story, my dad, brother and I were sitting on
the couch, each doing our own thing, when all of
a sudden, we looked up at each other, all puzzled.
My dad asked, did you guys hear that? My brother
and I both responded with yes, I heard Bert, where
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are you? Over by the door. I knew it was
my Auntie. From time to time we also noticed little
things like the bathroom door, locking, voices, and bangs on
the walls. I don't think these ghosts are bad. I
think they're just my relatives watching over us, wanting us
to know that they are there. I have a couple
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more experiences, some which are mine and some are my parents.
Thank you for listening and reading. I hope you are
safe and well. Our next listener story comes to us
from Lydia. Lydia's story is called Camping Story. Lydia says, hello,
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I'm writing after listening to the story of one of
your listeners from their camping trip in the Rare National Forest.
I absolutely got chills listening to them recount strange noises
and lights because of how similar it was to an
experience I had with my girl Scout troop over fifteen
years ago. I guess I'd put it in the back
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of my mind and written it off as silly, but
I want to share it now so that listener knows
they aren't alone. It was early autumn, maybe October or November,
and my girls out troop of seven girls, was camping
overnight in the Ure National Forest one weekend. I was
about fifteen at the time, and I've never been great
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at sleeping in new places, much less a tent floor.
While I was tossing and turning, I remember hearing what
sounded like quiet, distorted voices talking. Sometimes they sounded a
couple feet away, and sometimes like they were coming from
very far away. At the time, I attributed it to
maybe other campers that might have had tents set up
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near us, even though I hadn't seen anyone that day.
The voices sounded deep like they were male, so it
didn't seem possible that they were from our campsite, as
the troop members and leaders were all females whose voices
I had been familiar with for years. After an hour
or so of trying to sleep, I get up to
go to the bathroom, waking my friend up to come
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with me, as I joked that there was no way
my city girl self was going to get eaten by
a bear or a lost while trying to go to
the bathroom. We took the short walk and my friend
stood watch for me. When we traded places, I remember
seeing what seemed like floating lights through the trees in
the distance, and I assumed it was flashlights from other campers, again,
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despite not seeing anyone else nearby before sunset. On our
way back, I started to get the feeling you get
when you're being watched when my hair stood up on
the back of my neck. I remember joking to my
friend that I hoped no axe murderers were following us.
I will always remember her looking back at me with huge,
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wide eyes and asking if I was hearing the voices too.
I realized then that the same murmuring sound I heard
in the tent was present with us now as well.
Despite being some distance from where I heard it originally,
it seemed to kind of just rise up around us. We,
being teenage girls who loved horror movies and who were
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determined not to be the ones who die first, booked
it at top speed back to the tent. As we
were trying to get our heart rates back down and
zip up the tent, there was this tremendous roar that
woke the rest of the girls up. We didn't get
much sleep after that. The next morning, we all talked
about the roar and decided that it must have been
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a mountain lion. My friend and I stayed quiet about
our experience, as we didn't want to seem crazy and
figured we'd probably blew it out of proportion given the
spooky quality of the forest at night time. But I've
never forgotten the feeling of being stalked and hunted. I
still don't think that that roar was a mountain lion
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as it seemed more and I don't know how to
describe it, hollow, abrupt, Whether it was a mountain lion
or something else. It makes me glad to never camp again.
So to the listener who shared their story about the
Uari National Forest, you aren't alone in your experience. Our
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next story of the night comes from M. M's story
is called Invisible UFO in Mississippy M says, Hello, Nick.
I recently began listening to your podcast on the recommendation
of a friend, and I have already binged many of
the episodes. I've always had the intention to write about
this experience, but I've never known where to do so
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until now. I have had several unexplainable experiences, but this
one is the one that baffles me the most. This
experience happened when I was thirteen or fourteen years old.
My mom and I were staying with my grandmother, who
lives in a rural area outside of Mayben, Mississippi. When
I say rural, I mean you can see the Milky
Way almost every night, and the land is crawling with
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critters and life. I've had other strange events happen out there,
but this is by far the strangest. I decided to
go for a walk just before sunset. As I walked
aroun on the property, five or so of the outside
dogs followed me around. There is very little to do,
and I was alone with my thoughts. I sat down
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in the field and poked around in the dirt. I
began to hear the wind in the distance. You know
how in a large open area you can hear the
trees begin to rustle in the distance before you feel
the wind come up on to you. I looked up
to watch the trees swaying. I was confused because nothing
was moving. I looked all around me and everything was
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eerily still. Then I started to notice that there was
no other noises, no birds chirping, or small animals moving about.
I noticed then that the dogs, who were tough outdoor
dogs and not pets, were standing completely motionless with their
hackles up. After twenty to thirty seconds had passed, I
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began to discern which direction the sound was coming from.
I was frozen with fear and I knew something was off,
and I looked up into the sky to see what
was making this noise. There were a few wispy, high
altitude clouds in the distance, but the sky above me
was clear. I was looking right at where the sound
was coming from and tracking it as it slowly moved overhead.
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The sound was not directly over me, but enough that
my head tilted back. It sounded like whatever it was
was slowly hovering, only a few hundred feet off the ground.
Yet I saw nothing at all. I've heard some stories
where people can see an outline or a mirage type allusion,
but I saw nothing. The dogs were also looking up
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at the same spot. My heart was racing, and I
wanted to run away, but I was too scared to move,
and so were they. To my horror, the wind like
sound stopped moving and suddenly changed to a high pitch
electronic whirring noise. The closest thing that I can relate
it to is the sound an ATM machine makes when
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you deposit cash. I was still just frozen with fear,
but somewhere in my mind I thought if I threw
a rock into the sky, I was sure that I'd
see it bounce. I was too afraid to do so,
even though I was curious. I just stood there as
this sound continued for another ten to fifteen seconds. The
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sound then changed back to the wind sound and continued
to move off in the same direction and same pace
it had been going. Once it had moved on some way,
I heard the birds resume their singing, and I ran
into the house as fast as I could. Dogs in
tow to this day, I still have no explanation. Could
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it have been aliens or some classified government aircraft? I
have no idea. Thank you for letting me share my story.
I've told a handful of people over the years, but
it feels good to share it in writing. I hope
you and all of your listeners are well. Regards m
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or next Door Where the Night Comes from Charlie. Charlie's
story is called sleep paralysis. Charlie says, I've experiencedly paralysis
my entire life. The earliest I remember having it was
when I was four years old. I've come to learn
how to wake myself up from an episode before it
becomes too terrifying, but I still have very vivid, strong
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episodes in which nothing I do helps. This specific experience,
which took place about four years ago, was by far
my worst. I had just purchased my house and was
for the most part settled in furniture. Was in place
pictures on the walls, yet the house still felt unfamiliar.
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I was comfortable in the house, though, I never felt
negative energy or that someone's watching me feeling so I
never had trouble falling asleep. Typically, when I experienced sleep paralysis,
it starts with an incredible vibration in my body, like
the static on a television, but much much more intense.
On top of that, it's almost as if a jet
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engine is next to my head running full blast. It's bizarre.
I can almost always wake myself up when these symptoms
occur by focusing all of my energy on moving one
of my limbs. Unfortunately, this wasn't the case this time.
My then wife always slept with the television on. Specifically,
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she liked falling asleep to a DVD of The Golden
Girls show playing, So every night, around two to three
a m. The title menu would come up after all
of the episodes were played, and the intra music would
play over and over until one of us turned the
TV off. I understand this seems like a rant, but
it's all relevant information. This night was like any other.
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We went to bed, she turned on the Golden Girls,
and we dozed off. My dream that night was so
vivid it felt as if I were actually living it.
The dream started with me standing in a kitchen of
a house I'd never been in before. Everything was unfamiliar.
It was clearly the middle of the night, and the
house was dark, so I made my way around very slowly.
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I saw a staircase leading to the second floor, and
I decided to go up it. As I neared the
top of the stairs, I could hear music, very faintly,
as if being played at a low volume. I reached
the top of the stairs, turned left and saw three
bedroom doors at the end of the hallway. All of
the doors were open, but only one room had any
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light coming from it. It just so happened to be
the same room that the music was coming from. It
was pretty obvious at that point that a television was
on in the room. In the dream, I remember thinking
how strange it was that the music kept repeating. It
was a short, upbeat song that lasted about twenty seconds
and then it would start over. So I made my
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way to the room. I reached the doorway, and as
I peeked inside, I saw me lying on my side sleeping.
Then I instantly woke up. I was paralyzed. I had
fallen asleep on my side, facing the wall with the
bedroom door in sight. The TV was on that damn
Golden Girl's title menu song playing over and over again. Then,
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in a desperate attempt to move one of my limbs
to wake up, I saw it standing in the doorway.
I have ten foot tall ceilings in my house, and
the figure was still hunched over. It had to be
every bit of twelve feet tall, slim, featureless, with abnormally
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long legs, arms, hands, and fingers. It had no face,
no eyes, no clothing, nothing. It was a twelve foot
pitch black figure that, even without any facial features, I
felt staring right at me. I went into full panic mode.
I did everything I could to wake myself up, but
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to no avail. Every time I closed my eyes and
opened them again, the figure was a little closer to me.
This felt like it went on for an eternity, all
while that damned music played. It made its way to
my bedside, hunched over my body, and let out a
horrendous noise. It sounded like the screeching of an engine,
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and it cut through me like a knife. My entire
body vibrated and I could feel an immense dread covering
me like a blanket. I jolted forward, nearly falling out
of bed. I was awake and no longer paralyzed. I
immediately jumped out of bed and scrambled around the room
looking for an intruder. But there was nothing and no one,
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only my startled wife. I had woken up in my
panic and the title music of the DVD with the
theme song playing. It took me a moment to recollect
the dream I had while asleep. The realization that I
was that figure or had somehow led it to my
bedroom in a dream still terrifies me. I rearranged my
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bedroom the next day and got rid of the Golden
Girls DVDs. Still, to this day, that upbeat twenty second
song gives me the chills. Our next story of the
night comes from Nick. Nick's story is called A Ghost
Makes Me Spaghetti. Nick says, Hello, I'm a big fan
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of the podcast and I wanted to take the opportunity
to share a story of mine. Just a little background.
I was raised on Art Bell and the X Files
thanks to my dad. When I was a kid, I
wanted to grow up to be a paranormal investigator. As
an adult, I became a skeptic, but I've always struggled
to make sense of this incident. I once lived in
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a house that was well over a hundred years old.
It was beautiful, with built in features and tongue of rooms.
The woman I was seeing at the time and I
moved in temporarily as caretakers. Almost immediately we started hearing things.
There would be a sound like a ball bouncing down
the basement steps, children's laughter, the usual first signs of
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a haunting that you read about. At the time. I
wrote it off as sounds from the neighbors, as our
walls were thin, but my ex was spooked One day
while I was at work. She had her very religious
mother come by with some holy water and sage, and
they blessed the house. After that, there were no more
incidents for a while. For a number of reasons, the
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relationship ended, and almost immediately the unexplained activity in the
house began again. My ex was very emotionally abusive and
was also the only one who got a creepy feeling
from our ghost, so after she moved out, I would
joke that it just didn't like her. One night, I
was making myself spaghetti and stepped outside to have a smoke.
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I heard the timer go off for my noodles, but
decided that overcooked noodles mattered less than finishing my cigarette,
so I finished it before heading back in. When I
went in to turn off the stove, it had already
been turned off and my noodles were cooked perfectly. This
was over ten years ago, so smart appliances weren't a
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thing yet, and I was alone in the house. I
joke now that the ghost wanted to help take care
of me through the break up. Other things that happened
while I was living there include a voice whispering my
name in my ear as I was in bed, but
not in a creepy way, if that makes sense. It
felt like someone trying to comfort me. There was also
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a sort of study off the kitchen that I never
ever used because it creeped the hell out of me.
It had been the room I was most excited about
before I moved in, as the windows were perfect for
my plant collection. Once I settled in, though, I started
feeling as though I was being watched by an angry
presence every time I walked past the door, so I
started keeping it closed it fit very tightly in the
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frame and had to be forced shut, and yet I
always found it open. Later, my ex was also creeped
out by the room and swore it wasn't her. I've
never had any other experiences prior to or following what
I experienced in this house. I will admit, however, that
I was not sad when the time came to move out.
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Even a well intended spirit is creepy when you live alone.
Thank you for taking the time to read this, and
I hope you and all of your listeners are safe
and well. Nick. Our next oor, it comes from Kelly
Kelly's story, is called Strange Man. Kelly says, Hi, Nick,
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I've recently discovered your podcast, and I love listening to
people's personal experiences, so I thought i'd share my own.
This story takes place in my old house in Wyoming
when I was about two years old. I was taking
a bath while my mom supervised me. The window on
the wall to the side of the bath tub was
a large but it had many tempered glass squares, so
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there was no way to really see out of it.
This window was also high off the ground. As I
was taking my bath, I pointed to the window, and
I asked my mom to tell the man that was
looking at me to go away. She was very confused
because she didn't see anyone and the window was too
high and the type of glass made it difficult to
make anything out. She figured that if something was there,
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that it couldn't hurt me, so she told me to
tell him to go away and that I don't want
to play with him. A few nights after this incident,
my mom was cooking dinner and I was in my
play room that was only a headshot away. At this time,
I had no siblings, so I was completely alone. As
my mom was cooking dinner, she heard me tell someone
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to go away and that I didn't want to play
with them. This freaked my mom out, but she stayed
calm and asked me who I was talking to, and
I told her that I was talking to the man
from the other night. I don't remember what my mom
told me after that, but I know that because this
incident was so creepy, she had my grandma come to
the house and do some sort of cleansing. Nothing ever
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happened again. I don't actually remember this happening since I
was so young at the time. But just having my
mom tell me about this freaks me out. Even though
we have moved out of that house and to a
different state, I still get the feeling like someone is
watching me, and sometimes it becomes a fear that whoever
or whatever is watching me might want to hurt me.
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When I was in my preteens, there would be times
when I was showering and I'd get the overwhelming feeling
that someone was in the bathroom watching me and that
they were going to hurt me. I would curl up
into the corner and start crying until eventually the feeling
went away, or until I mustered up enough courage to
run out of the bathroom. This could all just be
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me being paranoid and thinking too much of it, but
the fear and feelings I get are so powerful. I
don't know if they're real or not. I would really
love some second opinions to help me figure out how
to make this fear stop. Sorry this is kind of long,
but I figured I would share. Thank you for reading
and sharing my experience. Before I continue, Please consider showing
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all and I'm grateful to have you here now. Please
stay tuned and I'll be right back. After these brief messages,
our next story of the night comes from Karen. Karen's
story is called Spirit Communication. Karen says, Dear Nick, I've
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been listening to your podcast for over a year and
am hooked. Thanks for the great content. I would like
to share with you a few strange experiences I've had
throughout my life. I would describe myself as an EmPATH
and a sensitive. Since childhood, I've had a connection with
the other worldly. About two years ago, my husband and
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I lived in an old house in an old neighborhood.
Our stay there was peaceful, and I really enjoyed the
energy of the old wooden floors, the high ceilings, and
just the general energy of the place. The kitchen was
open and it looked out over the lounge. Our record
player stood on a low shelf at the far end
of the lounge against a wall. One day, I was
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staying ending by our kitchen counter that looked right onto
the lounge and the record player. I was making coffee
and looked down for a few moments putting coffee into
my mug, et cetera. Usually, when the record player was
switched on, its arm would make a distinct clicking sound
as it moved from its resting place to the position
just above the record. It made the same sound when
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you pressed the stop button and the arm would move
back to its resting position. As I was focusing on
making the coffee, I heard that distinct clicking sound loudly
and clearly. I looked up and saw the arm of
the record player move back into its position, as if
it was just playing a record and someone had switched
off the machine. I also saw the record spinning slowly
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coming to a standstill. What is strange is that neither
the record player, the amplifier, or the speakers were switched
on at all. The record player was not playing anything beforehand.
I was alone in the house and the cat were
sleeping in another room. I was obviously shocked and surprised,
but also grateful for experiencing this, I didn't feel threatened
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at all. I said, in a loud, clear voice, thank
you for making contact. I respect you and ask that
you respect me. I only allow love and light in
my house. Our record player has never done anything like
that before or after. Another encounter many years ago, during
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my student years, I slept over at a good friend's house.
He had made a bed for me, and he was
sleeping on a couch in the lounge. I had just
fallen asleep when suddenly, very loudly, I heard my name
being called. He was very loud and distinct, almost as
if someone was shouting in my ear. I jolted awake
and sat up. I then called back to my friend,
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thinking that he might have called me from the lounge.
There was no answer, and I realized he was fast asleep.
The experience was very real. I don't feel as if
I was dreaming. It felt as if someone was trying
to wake me up. I was not fearful as I
went back to sleep, just really perplexed. Another time, I
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visited a spiritual healer and psychic. I wanted to ask
her about my spiritual journey, but I also wanted to
know if she could contact my grandmother, who had passed
away a couple years ago. However, I didn't tell her
anything about my grandmother as I didn't want to influence
her or force anything on her. I was also a
new client and she knew nothing about me. During our session,
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all I did was take out my grandmother's brooch and wristwatch,
which I placed on the table in between us. I
mentioned to the psychic that I wished to make contact
with her. That was all I said. When I took
the brooch and watch out, the psychic said to me,
your grandmother asks that you place her brooch in wristwatch
back in front of her photo in your room. I
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was shocked. In our pre vious house, I had placed
those items in front of my grandma's photo, but we
had since moved and those items were packed away in
my cupboard in our new house. I was very happy,
but also a little surprised and shocked to receive this news,
and I promised my grandma via the psychic that I
will restore her items to the rightful place. I was
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very grateful for this experience because I feel very connected
to my grandmother. Today, my grandma's items are still in
front of her photo. Thanks for the great podcast. I'm
working my way through all the episodes. Best wishes, Karen.
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Our next story of the night comes from Brennan. Brennan says, Heinik,
I am hooked on your podcast. Keep up the great work.
Here is one of my encounters. I've always had the
notion that certain people perceive the spiritual realm more than others.
I consider myself to be in that category. In twenty sixteen,
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my family and I moved into a house in northern Virginia.
The mother of the previous family who had owned it
had unfortunately passed away in the house due to cancer.
During our time there, I always had a negative feeling
about the shed in our backyard. My room was located
on the first floor of the house, and it had
access to the backyard from a screen door. It also
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had a direct eye view of that shed in the backyard.
One night, I was asleep in my room when suddenly
I was awoken by the feeling of someone pushing down
on my legs. It felt like when someone urgently shakes
you to wake you up, but with all the pressure
on my left leg, I got the perception that this
woman was trying to wake me up. It thoroughly spooked me,
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but I was able to go back to sleep after
a while. Outside my room, the porch light is motion activated.
Over the course of my time living there, the light
would always cut on randomly. When I would go to look,
there would be nothing in sight. The light is super bright,
so I would be able to see when it's an animal,
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causing the motion light to activate, but every time I looked,
I see nothing. It would often come on in the
middle of the night and wake me up. My sister
also had a similar encounter, and here is her story.
I was asleep in my mom's room on the second
floor of the house when I awoke to a sensation
of someone pressing down on my chest with all their strength.
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I immediately panicked and reached for my phone to shine
the flashlight on whoever was in my room, but found
no one there. On multiple occasions, all of the books
on my shelf would be thrown off in the middle
of the night. The house felt very wrong and made
me feel very paranoid. I started having to sleep with
the lights on at seventeen years old because of it,
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and only in the past two years after moving have
I stopped using a night light. Because of my encounters,
I always kept that screen door lock. One time, my
family and I went out of town on vacation. When
we arrived back home, my dad realized that we didn't
have a house key and we were locked out. He
went around to the back of the house to see
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if we could get in through one of the screen doors.
He went to mine outside my bedroom, and it was unlocked.
I had always kept it locked. I don't know if
this is related, but I feel that it's worth mentioning.
I don't consider myself much of a dreamer, but I
vividly remember this dream, as it was one of the
most frightening ones I've had. In my dream, I'm in
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my room, awakened by something. The layout of my room
in my dream is exactly the same as in reality.
In the dream, I look over toward the screen door
to see what woke me up. Through the crack of
the curtains, I see the porch light as on. I
look more closely at the crack and I see a
man about in his fifties. I get scared and I
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try to slowly roll out of bed before he sees me.
As I start to roll, he turns toward me and
makes direct eye contact with me. He has a gun
and aims it right at me and shoots. I instantly
wake up. After these things happened, I asked my mom
to go into my room alone and tell this woman
to please leave her daughter alone. She goes in there
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and tells it, and after that I didn't have any
more encounters with her. Brennan. Our next listener story comes
to us from Jonathan. Jonathan's story is called The Man
at Night. Jonathan says it was summertime and I was
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an elementary student. My dad was a teacher and was
going to Houston, Texas for a teacher training. He would
be six hours away for the weekend. At the house
was my brother, my mom, and me. We all slept
in the same room in a mobile home down south
on the border of Texas and Mexico. The first night
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he was gone was fine, but the next time day,
something unexplainable happened. The next day, at bedtime, we locked
all the doors and were getting ready for sleep. We
decided to go to sleep all in the same room
since I was scared and young. Around midnight, I woke
up to the door being open and a black figure
lurking around the house. It looked like a man about
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six feet tall, wearing a dark trench coat. It was
pitch black, and all I could see was his figure
and then his eyes. His eyes pierced my soul. They
were like two flashlights in my eyes. But it instantly
made me go to sleep. The next day seemed normal
and I forgot about the incident. But when I saw
my mom, she asked me if I had opened the door,
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and the back door was also wide open, right where
I saw the man. We searched the house, but all
was normal and nothing was stolen, and nothing ever came
of it. Our next story of the night comes from Brittany.
Britney's story is called Uigi Board Predictions. Brittany says he nick,
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I've always been interested in paranormal stories, but always took
the skeptics approach. That was until my friends talked me
into playing with a Ouiji board. I was about twenty
one or twenty two and I had never played with
one before. So my friend pulled out his old Wigi
board and about four or five of us started to play.
We played around with it for a bit, but it
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never seemed to tell us anything or answer any questions.
So everyone got tired of it, and eventually everyone had
to go except my friend Nathan and I, so we
packed up the Ouiji board and went to his house
to continue playing. Once there, we started playing and it
seemed to be spelling out random letters over and over,
but then Nathan said, it's spelling out Amy. I asked
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who's Amy, and he told me that was his mom's name.
So we asked the board what about her, and it
spelled out die and we asked when she was going
to die and it said nine days. While we were
a little freaked out, we didn't think too much of it.
There was no way that this thing could actually be real.
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We just brushed it off as a creepy Wigi board
story that we could tell. Six days later, I was
back at my house and the phone rang. It was Nathan.
He called to tell me that his mom had passed away.
I thought he was just playing a morbid joke and said, Nathan,
that's not funny, to which he replied that he was serious.
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It turns out that his mom did in fact pass away.
She had a few health issues, but nothing that was
life threatening. I went to her funeral and everything, and
I couldn't believe that not only did the board tell
us that she was going to pass, but it told
us within the amount of days. I've never touched a
WIGI board since then, and I do not plan on it.
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I've not wanted to seek out any paranormal since then
for myself, but I loved to hear about everyone else stories.
Thank you for listening and keep it up. Sincerely, Brittany.
Our last story of the night comes from Hudson. Hudson's
story is called Stalking at Midnight. Hudson says, this is
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a story from a few years ago. I was making
routine trips to a nearby trailer park where a friend lived.
We'd just sit up till two or three in the
morning and talk about everything and our lives. One night,
two other guys joined us and we went out to
the woodline to smoke and stargaze. After about twenty minutes,
with some light music and some side arguments, me and
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another guy are slowly becoming aware of a sound. It
sounds like the walnut trees shedding nut pods, at first
a sort of signature pop, followed by a crash as
the nuts hit every drying autumn leaf on the way
down to the forest floor. This sound is different though,
no pop, no loud cracksh Somewhere just inside the darkened
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tree line, we hear it, crunch, crunch. Then it stops
and there's only silence for maybe thirty seconds. It was subtle,
and we weren't even really paying attention at first, but
it kept up. Crunch, crunch. I start looking at this
other guy, and he's obviously trying to pretend that he's cool,
but he keeps looking up from time to time. He's
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looking past me to the woods, about fifteen feet behind
my back. Crunch, crunch, it's official. We both hear it,
and to make it worse, every thirty seconds or so,
it's not in the same place. It's in two places,
about fifteen feet apart. Crunch crunch to the left, then crunch,
crunch to the right. We're being stalked, and each crunch
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is a hair closer than the last. I look at
this guy and he looks at me where over it.
I get my friend's attention, and with the help of
this guy, we break up his argument and make him listen.
He says we're paranoid and that it's just bas crunch, crunch, again,
we all stop. Thirty seconds go by, Crunch crunch. It's
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now obvious that no one is imagining anything. We pack
up and start walking, but we have to go parallel
to the tree line for two hundred feet before we
break out into the open field that butts up against
the trailer park. We make the walk with a little
noise and turn to start heading into the street lights. Crunch, crunch,
it's following us. Down the tree line. We get back
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to the general safety of the trailers and lights. We
all camp up on the porch with our backs to
the wall and continue talking. My friend is ramping back
up into his argument. We're all chilling, and that about
fifteen minutes goes by. Just off the porch is a
street lamp. The edge of my car is visible under
its white light. The walnuts are doing their thing again.
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We're all a little jumpy and playing it off. Then,
just beyond my car, just beyond the light, in the
darkened yard across the narrow street, crunch crunch again. We
all stop. It's following us. I state, rather obviously needless
to say, the fund's over, and I make my friends
watch me as I leave to make sure I actually
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get into my car. Nothing else happened, but it didn't
stop me from checking my back seat and hurrying home.
As we once again come to the end of tonight's episode,
i'd like to say thank you to everyone for tuning
in and supporting the podcast. If any of you have thoughts, advice,
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or a similar experience that you'd like to share with
one of tonight's storytellers, email me and I'll be sure
to forward your message onto them. If you've witnessed something
unexplainable and you'd like to have your story shared on
the podcast, please contact me at Paranormal Mysteries Podcast at
gmail dot com or visit Paranormal Mysteries podcast dot com
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and click on the tell your Story link. All of
our contact information and be found in the show notes.
Until next time, thank you so much for listening, and
please remember, don't wait for the unknown to come to you,
get out there and find it.
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