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Speaker 1 (00:16):
Thank you for joining me and welcome. I am your
host as always, Nick Ryan. Today's first story comes to
us from Riley, and Riley's story is called Bunny the
White Dog. Riley says, Hey, Nick, I want to say
thank you for sharing my other story. Honestly, thank you.
(00:38):
The story I'm about to share contains details in regards
to a sensitive topic, animal cruelty. Where I live, the
neighbors lost their home during the recession. A bank a
bought the home and rented it to different people, so
we would see new families come and go about every
month until we got a new neighbor that actually liked
the place and stayed for two years. You would have
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parties almost every every weekend, and we wouldn't mind because
our home was sound proof. In this story, I will
call him Monty, not to confuse the listeners. One cloudy
misty Sunday morning, police officers knocked at our front door.
They were investigating a shooting that involved our new neighbor.
Monty had had a party and fought with some other
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neighbors who were gang members down the block, and Monty's
friend killed one of the problematic gang members. A couple
days passed and we found out that the person they
killed had a very vengeful brother and he was trying
to kill Monty. We were asked not to share any
information in regards to Monty's whereabouts. The cops asked Monty
to move out for his own safety and for the
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bank also not to rent the house for a couple
of months. I guess so the new people would not
be harassed or harmed by this vengeful gang member. During
this time, the house was alone, so my doggies loved
going to this house to chill and do their business.
We had to constantly go over, bring them back and
scold them. On one of these days, we were looking
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for Bunny and we couldn't find her. We then looked
over the fence and found her lying flat in front
of the abandoned home. She was left like a death
warning to the homeowner, Monty. Some people do this, especially
to the owner's animals, and they may have thought that
Bunny belonged to the neighbor. While my sister and I
were cleaning her remains, that vengeful person came by and said,
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do you know where the party happened? They killed my brother.
We pointed to the house behind us. He then said,
and where do you live, and we pointed to our
home on the other side. We explained to him that
we were just there picking up our doggie, Bunny. He
then told us to be careful while showing us a knife,
and he then looked down at Bunny. I then realized
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he might have been the one who had killed Bunny.
We buried Bunny in our own back yard and we
let it be as we were so young and helpless,
and the cops wouldn't come to help us as we
had no proof of who hurt her. After a couple
of days, while grieving for Bunny, we would randomly see
a white dog passing by. Was it Bunny? We believe
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we saw Bunny's spirit. My brother saw her when he
was feeding our other dogs. She came to the plates
like she was going to eat. This scared him and
he dropped the plates and ran into the house. I
saw her when I was taking out my laundry in
the little back room. She did her normal zuomies that
she loved to do in the back yard, just like
how we played while I was in there. I believe
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due to her traumatic death, she might have not understood
what happened to her. She might have been trying to
interact with us, as we were quite sad about her
death and of what happened to her. So on her
grave I put a little cross, I prayed a little more.
I asked her to go in peace, and I told
her I was sorry for what had happened to her
and that we would be okay. After which we didn't
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see her again. I apologize if this was long, but
I do really appreciate yours and everyone's time. Please you
and your team take care. Our next story comes to
us from Sean, and Sean's story is called Mom Says
It's a Good Ghost. Sean says, this is a true
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story that I've been sitting on for about twenty two
years now. I've told it many times, but I've never
written it down, and I've figured this is probably the
best place to share it. I'm going to change the
names of the family to protect their identities, but everything
that happened in this story is real. When I was
in elementary school, I spent a lot of time over
at my friend Mark's house and it was straight up haunted.
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We lived in a nice suburban area of Savannah, Georgia,
in houses that were constructed in the nineteen seventies. Mark
and his family moved to our town when we were
in the second grade, right around nineteen ninety one, so
it wasn't like he lived in an old creepy house
or anything, but it truly had paranormal activity going on
in it. Nothing about the pre vious occupants is known,
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but when Mark's family moved into the house, they found
this exceptionally creepy Ouiji board in the unfinished basement. It
was wedged between the built in work bench and the wall.
They didn't discover it until a few weeks after they
were getting settled in. It wasn't something that was store bought,
and I remember, even as a kid thinking that one
it was one of the creepiest things I'd seen in person.
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In two A lot of time and care went into
making it. It was constructed of a circular piece of
wood with about two feet of circumference. The English alphabet
and numbers zero through nine had been carved into it
with some sort of burning tool. In the background of
the entire thing was a pentacle. Occasionally we'd bring it
out and play with it. We'd be over there at
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a sleepover with four or five of us moving a
glass around, saying stuff like I would like to speak
with the ghost of Abraham Lincoln. We were just a
bunch of stupid kids, possibly letting something terrible into the
house by no means helping anything. The first time I
saw something noticeably strange was during my second or third
time over at Mark's house. I was walking by his
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bathroom on my way from the living room into the
kitchen when the toilet suddenly flushed by itself. I remembered
that I wasn't particularly frightened, but I stopped in my
tracks and said, Hey, man, your toilet just flushed by itself,
and he responded, yeah, our house is haunted, but don't worry.
My mom says it's a good ghost. Just to clarify,
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this wasn't an automated urinal or something. This was an
ordinary house toilet in nineteen ninety three. There's no reason
it would suddenly flush by itself. The second time I
clearly saw something strange happening was when we had taken
the bus home one Wednesday afternoon and we let ourselves
into Mark's house. He and I were both pretty much
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latchkey kids. His mom and dad had jobs that kept
them out until four pm or five pm on most weekdays,
and on Wednesdays, his older brother Dan had an after
school club that he'd go to, so it was just
the dog Sidney in the house for a few hours
after school and uz. I remember coming into Mark's house,
dropping our book bags off in the kitchen and taking
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the dog out to do her business. When we came
back in, and this is the part that stands out
to me. I remember reaching for a banana in the
fruit basket next to the toaster, which was on the
kitchen counter. On the other side of the toaster there
was a loaf of wonderbread and it was at least
a foot away from the edge of the counter. I
don't know why I noticed it at the time, but
I did. Then Mark and I went into the living room,
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and after about five minutes of watching TV, there was
suddenly this loud bang that came from the kitchen. It
sounded like a heavy phone book had been dropped onto
the tiled floor. At first, I thought the dog had
gotten into something, but when I looked, the dog was
next to us with her ears perked up. She looked
alert and worried. We walked into the kitchen and found
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the loaf of bread in the middle of the floor,
as if someone had picked it up and slammed it
on the ground. I remember were thinking it was strange,
but it wasn't alarming enough to bring to an adult's attention.
I mean, what was I gonna say, Hey, your toilet
flushed and a loaf of bread fell on the floor
by itself and made an unusually loud noise. But then
something strange enough did happen that made me bring it
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up to Mark's mom. A few weeks later, Mark and
I were in his room on the second floor and
we heard his mom's hair dryer turning on and off repeatedly.
It would turn on for about two seconds and then
flick off for two seconds. His mom was not in
the house at the time because she had gone to
the grocery store, so we thought it must be his
brother trying to dry something. After a few minutes of this,
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we got annoyed enough to walk down the hall and
see what was going on. When we walked into the bathroom,
the hair dryer was flipping itself on and off. I
remember being pretty freaked out by this because it was
like seeing an invisible thumb flicking the on and off switch,
but Mark casually reached up and unplugged it and it stopped.
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We convinced ourself it was just an electrical malfunction. But
I've never seen anything like that before or after, and
even though I shrugged it off, it stuck with me.
One day, over lunch, I decided to bring up the
weird things I had heard about and seene to Mark's mom.
After all, he said that his mom thought it was
a good ghost. Yes, it is a good ghost, she confirmed.
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She then said, I remember one time I was carrying
a load of laundry up the stairs and I lost
my footing. I thought that Dan was behind me, because
I swear I heard him coming up the stairs and
he caught me and pushed me back up. But when
I got to the top, I turned around and there
was no one there. She also told me that sometimes
things would go missing and then show up in plain
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sight a few days later, and she said this this
one time, I took my wedding ring off when I
was making dinner. I clearly remember putting it on a
ring holder I keep on the shelf above the sink.
When I was done making dinner, I turned around to
put my ring back on and it was gone. I
remember being so upset and thinking that one of the
kids might have taken it. I believed them when they
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said that they hadn't touched it, because well why would
they write. I thought maybe it had somehow been knocked
into the sink, but it didn't make sense, and I
was the only one who had been in the kitchen
until dinner was ready. It was bizarre. But three days
later I was coming down the stairs and there it was,
sitting on the cabinet by the door. When I asked everyone,
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thinking maybe my husband or my kids had found it
on the floor, no one in the house knew how
it had gotten there. She then took a sip of
her tea and her eyes lit up and she said, oh,
and this one's really good. One time, shortly after we
had moved in, we went out for dinner. When we
came home, every light in the entire house was on,
even the desk lamps and attic light. I believe it
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was because someone was trying to break in, and it
turned the lights on to scare them off. So to
answer your question, yes, it is a good ghost, and
there's no reason to be afraid of it. Anyway, time
went on. I don't remember much else besides the footsteps
upstairs that we'd occasionally hear when we were the only
people in the house, or light switches being turned on
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when we knew we had turned them off. Hanging out
at Mark's house was my normal after school routine. Honestly,
if this one major incident hadn't happened, I probably wouldn't
even remember that this house was haunted up until what
I considered to be the grand finale. The haunting was
just a few small happenings that couldn't easily be explained away. However,
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then the incident occurred, and it's a moment I'll remember
for the rest of my life. It is the reason
that I entirely believe in ghosts, spirits, and demons. It
was one of the last times I went to Mark's house.
In fact, it was the last time I went to
his house because I refused to go back. It was
a summer day in nineteen ninety four. I had finished
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sixth grade and I was twelve years old. Mark's dad
had just brought home a pentium with a spaceship racing
game on it. It was probably about two in the afternoon,
Because I remember that Mark's parents were both at work,
and his brother had gone to a friend's house. It
was just us and the dog in the house, and
Mark and I were down in the big open basement
talking about how we'd spend the rest of our afternoon.
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Let's play the new spaceship racing game. I said, Nah,
I think we should go to the pool. Mark said, dude,
I don't want to go to the pool. This new
game is awesome and I want to play it. Then
Mark became uncharacteristically hostile. He swore at me and said,
I'm going to the pool. I remember when he said that.
It struck me as strange because Mark and I rarely argued,
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and I'd never seen him lose it like this over
something so simple. Fine, go whatever, man, I'm staying here,
I yelled back. Mark then stormed upstairs. I heard him
cross the living room, go up the stairs to the
second floor, and slam his bedroom door. After a few minutes,
I heard the faint sound of the garage door screach
open and then close again, and Mark was gone. At
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this point, I was in the house in the basement,
all alone, except for the dog, who was somewhere upstairs.
I had turned on the big azure white pentium tower
ten minutes beforehand, so it was nearly at the windows screen.
Just as it finished loading up windows en t I
heard a sound I will never forget above me. The
sound still haunts my dreams to this day. The best
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way I can describe what happened next is a play
by play. I was just about to click on the
game's icon when I suddenly heard the rocking chair directly
above me rock back and forth several times. At first,
I thought it was Marked playing a trick on me,
or maybe the dog getting up to go look out
of the front window. But then I heard heavy footsteps
walk across the floor and stop at the basement door.
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A second later, the door swung wide open and then
shut violently. It must be Mark. He's trying to get
me to go swimming with him. I thought. I heard
angry footsteps rush down the stairs. The problem was the
stairs were empty. The basement had a floating wall with
a five by five five window where I should have
seen someone, anyone coming down those stairs, but there was
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no one. It's just the dog. It's Sydney freaking me out,
I thought. But the pounding, phantom footsteps were still coming.
They hit the bottom of the stairs and ran across
the shag carpet, leaving large, deep impressions. With each defining step.
My veins turned to ice. Up to this point, I
had spent hundreds of hours between the fourth and the
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sixth grade in this basement. We played in there, We
watched movies and had sleepovers down there, and I swear
to God, nothing like this ever happened before. The footsteps
raced through the shag carpet to the utility room door,
which was about fifteen feet straight ahead of where I
was sitting. The door was slightly ajar and it banged
open like somebody had just punched it. It shook open,
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and from within the utility room erupted the most sinister,
horrible laughter I've ever heard in my life. It was
deep and unnatural. It was like listening to someone laughing
through a met megaphone. Each laugh got louder and louder,
so loud it made the windows next to me rattle,
And at this point I stood up and ran. I've
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never run as fast in my life as I did
in that moment. I bolted up the stairs and out
of the kitchen door and all the way to the
top of the driveway. I was breathing better by then,
relieved to be outside and no longer alone in that
house with that thing. But I hadn't been alone. Oh God,
the dog was in there too. I realized I have
to go back. I can't leave her in there. I
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ran back and kicked open the kitchen door and started screaming, Sydney,
come on, girl, let's go. She came around the corner
and I grabbed her by the collar and dragged her
out to the driveway. There was no way I was
going back into that house, all the way to the
laundry room, just to get her leash. Sydney and I
jogged in the hot afternoon sun to the pool where
Mark was swimming, me holding her collar the whole time. There.
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I tried to explain to him what had happened. I
told him about the horrible pounding footsteps, the phantom footprints,
and the sinister laughter. Yeah, man, my house is haunted.
You knew that, he said, in a hushed, matter of
fact whisper. But his words couldn't console me. That was
the most haunting and terrible thing I had ever seen
in my young life. I remember sitting outside the pool
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holding on to Sydney's collar for several hours while Mark swam.
I remember trying to explain to the other kids in
the neighborhood during the adult swim session about what I
had seen, and no one knowing what to say. I
specifically remember when I tried to tell Mark's parents and
my mom what had happened, and they all waved it
off as my imagination or tried to explain that it
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could have been the wind. Even though Mark's mom seemed understanding,
it wasn't enough. I never went back to Mark's house.
We grew apart in later years, but ever since that
sunny summer afternoon in that relatively peaceful house, I have
always believed in ghosts, especially that one I most certainly
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Please stay tuned and I'll be right back. After these
brief messages, our next story comes to us from Grimmy,
and Grimmy's story is called Small Paranormal Activity. Grimy says,
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so this is more of two paranormal experiences in one telling.
So when I was younger, I lived on a farm
located somewhere in the Ohio countryside. In the forests surrounding
the house, there stood this old, broken down and plant
brushed boss. It was really old. I knew that it
was old due to how the interior was set up.
It wasn't like the other school buses around that area.
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So one day my friends, while my cousins, and I
decided to go exploring and we came across this bus,
and being the children that we were, we thought it
was an amazing idea to explore it. Nothing happened the
first few times around, and we went to the bus
quite a lot, mostly during the hot summer days, and
I believe we found it during the last week of
that school year. Nothing seemed to happen, not until we
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all played hide and seek when I was one of
the hiders. I climbed up and hid in this large
oak tree of sorts. From my perch in the tree,
I thought I saw a figure emerge from the boss.
It didn't look like anyone I knew, and it for
sure wasn't any of my cousins, so who was it.
When it was my turn to be the seeker? I
started to look around for the others. I don't know why,
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but for some reason, I felt sort of drawn toward
the boss, like I just had to go and look
around the bus for some reason, so I did. I
looked around the land near the bus and ended up
seeing one of my cousins from across the pond that
stood about twenty to twenty five feet away from it.
But I decided to go and check out the Boss,
and when I walked into it, everything was fine. But
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after staring for a while longer, I noticed that things
had moved. The large, heavy tire that my cousins had
seen on the right side of the bus seemed to
now be on the left side of it, but I
thought nothing of it. It wasn't until I looked out
the window towards the back of the bus that I
saw the same dark figure in the woods, just about
ten feet from the bus. I was a kid, so
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naturally I was both scared and curious, but mostly scared.
So I ran from the boss and came half crying
to my cousins. They then calmed me down and we
both went back to the bus together, but there was nothing.
I don't know if I had seen things, or if
it was actually there or not, but I know what
I saw, well sort of. It was sort of just large,
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maybe the size of an average sized person, but it
was tall compared to me at the time. I still
saw it from time to time, but I refuse to
go back to that bus by myself unless I had
someone with me. My second paranormal experience is more recent.
To be short, I think my house has a ghost
who likes to pull my leg. From time to time,
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I'll put something on a shelf far enough back that
it won't fall down, and guess what happens. I'll be
sitting down reading or something, and that same object just
falls from the middle of the shelf. It's not as
scary as the bus story, but it is still a
little annoying. Our next story of the night comes to
us from Andy and Andy's story is called A Knock
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at three A. M Andy says, I recently began listening
to your podcast during my free time. At first, I
did not consider submitting a story. However, my friends encouraged
me to so here it is. I believe strongly in
the paranormal, and I've had several encounters with it, but
never as close as this. I went to sleep around
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eleven PM and locked my door, making sure it was
completely closed, since I don't like to sleep with my
door open towards the dark hall. My parents and sister
were already asleep in their rooms, and around three a m.
I suddenly woke up feeling uneasy and found my door
completely open at ninety degrees. My door makes plenty of
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noise when it's opened, so I would have noticed if
anyone had entered my room. However, I had no memory
of ever hearing the door open. I went to close
it and went back to sleep, and a few minutes
later I heard a knock. But it wasn't the usual
noise my house makes, like thundering. It was a clear
knock twice, as if someone casually wanted to enter. To
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be honest, I was tired, so I didn't think much
of it, and I went back to sleep. In the morning,
I asked if anyone had entered or knocked last night,
and my family reassured me that it wasn't them. I
believed them since they weren't the time I have to
pull off these types of pranks, and they did not
believe much in the paranormal. To this day, I still
think of what might have been on the other side.
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I have other stories if you'd like to hear them.
Thank you for reading this. I love your podcast. It
is really entertaining. Andy. As we come to the end
of tonight's episode, I'd like to thank all of you
for tuning in and supporting the show, and a special
thank you goes out to Orally, Sean, Grimmy, and Andy
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for sharing their experiences from all of us at Paranormal Mysteries.
Thank you for listening, and remember, don't wait for the
unknown to come to you, get out there and find it.
Thank you for joining me and welcome. I am your
host as always, Nick Ryan. Today's first story comes to
us from Riley, and Riley's story is called Bunny the
White Dog. Riley says, Hey, Nick, I want to say
thank you for sharing my other story. Honestly, thank you.
(00:38):
The story I'm about to share contains details in regards
to a sensitive topic, animal cruelty. Where I live, the
neighbors lost their home during the recession. A bank a
bought the home and rented it to different people, so
we would see new families come and go about every
month until we got a new neighbor that actually liked
the place and stayed for two years. You would have
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parties almost every every weekend, and we wouldn't mind because
our home was sound proof. In this story, I will
call him Monty, not to confuse the listeners. One cloudy
misty Sunday morning, police officers knocked at our front door.
They were investigating a shooting that involved our new neighbor.
Monty had had a party and fought with some other
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neighbors who were gang members down the block, and Monty's
friend killed one of the problematic gang members. A couple
days passed and we found out that the person they
killed had a very vengeful brother and he was trying
to kill Monty. We were asked not to share any
information in regards to Monty's whereabouts. The cops asked Monty
to move out for his own safety and for the
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bank also not to rent the house for a couple
of months. I guess so the new people would not
be harassed or harmed by this vengeful gang member. During
this time, the house was alone, so my doggies loved
going to this house to chill and do their business.
We had to constantly go over, bring them back and
scold them. On one of these days, we were looking
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for Bunny and we couldn't find her. We then looked
over the fence and found her lying flat in front
of the abandoned home. She was left like a death
warning to the homeowner, Monty. Some people do this, especially
to the owner's animals, and they may have thought that
Bunny belonged to the neighbor. While my sister and I
were cleaning her remains, that vengeful person came by and said,
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do you know where the party happened? They killed my brother.
We pointed to the house behind us. He then said,
and where do you live, and we pointed to our
home on the other side. We explained to him that
we were just there picking up our doggie, Bunny. He
then told us to be careful while showing us a knife,
and he then looked down at Bunny. I then realized
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he might have been the one who had killed Bunny.
We buried Bunny in our own back yard and we
let it be as we were so young and helpless,
and the cops wouldn't come to help us as we
had no proof of who hurt her. After a couple
of days, while grieving for Bunny, we would randomly see
a white dog passing by. Was it Bunny? We believe
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we saw Bunny's spirit. My brother saw her when he
was feeding our other dogs. She came to the plates
like she was going to eat. This scared him and
he dropped the plates and ran into the house. I
saw her when I was taking out my laundry in
the little back room. She did her normal zuomies that
she loved to do in the back yard, just like
how we played while I was in there. I believe
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due to her traumatic death, she might have not understood
what happened to her. She might have been trying to
interact with us, as we were quite sad about her
death and of what happened to her. So on her
grave I put a little cross, I prayed a little more.
I asked her to go in peace, and I told
her I was sorry for what had happened to her
and that we would be okay. After which we didn't
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see her again. I apologize if this was long, but
I do really appreciate yours and everyone's time. Please you
and your team take care. Our next story comes to
us from Sean, and Sean's story is called Mom Says
It's a Good Ghost. Sean says, this is a true
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story that I've been sitting on for about twenty two
years now. I've told it many times, but I've never
written it down, and I've figured this is probably the
best place to share it. I'm going to change the
names of the family to protect their identities, but everything
that happened in this story is real. When I was
in elementary school, I spent a lot of time over
at my friend Mark's house and it was straight up haunted.
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We lived in a nice suburban area of Savannah, Georgia,
in houses that were constructed in the nineteen seventies. Mark
and his family moved to our town when we were
in the second grade, right around nineteen ninety one, so
it wasn't like he lived in an old creepy house
or anything, but it truly had paranormal activity going on
in it. Nothing about the pre vious occupants is known,
(05:01):
but when Mark's family moved into the house, they found
this exceptionally creepy Ouiji board in the unfinished basement. It
was wedged between the built in work bench and the wall.
They didn't discover it until a few weeks after they
were getting settled in. It wasn't something that was store bought,
and I remember, even as a kid thinking that one
it was one of the creepiest things I'd seen in person.
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In two A lot of time and care went into
making it. It was constructed of a circular piece of
wood with about two feet of circumference. The English alphabet
and numbers zero through nine had been carved into it
with some sort of burning tool. In the background of
the entire thing was a pentacle. Occasionally we'd bring it
out and play with it. We'd be over there at
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a sleepover with four or five of us moving a
glass around, saying stuff like I would like to speak
with the ghost of Abraham Lincoln. We were just a
bunch of stupid kids, possibly letting something terrible into the
house by no means helping anything. The first time I
saw something noticeably strange was during my second or third
time over at Mark's house. I was walking by his
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bathroom on my way from the living room into the
kitchen when the toilet suddenly flushed by itself. I remembered
that I wasn't particularly frightened, but I stopped in my
tracks and said, Hey, man, your toilet just flushed by itself,
and he responded, yeah, our house is haunted, but don't worry.
My mom says it's a good ghost. Just to clarify,
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this wasn't an automated urinal or something. This was an
ordinary house toilet in nineteen ninety three. There's no reason
it would suddenly flush by itself. The second time I
clearly saw something strange happening was when we had taken
the bus home one Wednesday afternoon and we let ourselves
into Mark's house. He and I were both pretty much
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latchkey kids. His mom and dad had jobs that kept
them out until four pm or five pm on most weekdays,
and on Wednesdays, his older brother Dan had an after
school club that he'd go to, so it was just
the dog Sidney in the house for a few hours
after school and uz. I remember coming into Mark's house,
dropping our book bags off in the kitchen and taking
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the dog out to do her business. When we came
back in, and this is the part that stands out
to me. I remember reaching for a banana in the
fruit basket next to the toaster, which was on the
kitchen counter. On the other side of the toaster there
was a loaf of wonderbread and it was at least
a foot away from the edge of the counter. I
don't know why I noticed it at the time, but
I did. Then Mark and I went into the living room,
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and after about five minutes of watching TV, there was
suddenly this loud bang that came from the kitchen. It
sounded like a heavy phone book had been dropped onto
the tiled floor. At first, I thought the dog had
gotten into something, but when I looked, the dog was
next to us with her ears perked up. She looked
alert and worried. We walked into the kitchen and found
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the loaf of bread in the middle of the floor,
as if someone had picked it up and slammed it
on the ground. I remember were thinking it was strange,
but it wasn't alarming enough to bring to an adult's attention.
I mean, what was I gonna say, Hey, your toilet
flushed and a loaf of bread fell on the floor
by itself and made an unusually loud noise. But then
something strange enough did happen that made me bring it
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up to Mark's mom. A few weeks later, Mark and
I were in his room on the second floor and
we heard his mom's hair dryer turning on and off repeatedly.
It would turn on for about two seconds and then
flick off for two seconds. His mom was not in
the house at the time because she had gone to
the grocery store, so we thought it must be his
brother trying to dry something. After a few minutes of this,
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we got annoyed enough to walk down the hall and
see what was going on. When we walked into the bathroom,
the hair dryer was flipping itself on and off. I
remember being pretty freaked out by this because it was
like seeing an invisible thumb flicking the on and off switch,
but Mark casually reached up and unplugged it and it stopped.
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We convinced ourself it was just an electrical malfunction. But
I've never seen anything like that before or after, and
even though I shrugged it off, it stuck with me.
One day, over lunch, I decided to bring up the
weird things I had heard about and seene to Mark's mom.
After all, he said that his mom thought it was
a good ghost. Yes, it is a good ghost, she confirmed.
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She then said, I remember one time I was carrying
a load of laundry up the stairs and I lost
my footing. I thought that Dan was behind me, because
I swear I heard him coming up the stairs and
he caught me and pushed me back up. But when
I got to the top, I turned around and there
was no one there. She also told me that sometimes
things would go missing and then show up in plain
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sight a few days later, and she said this this
one time, I took my wedding ring off when I
was making dinner. I clearly remember putting it on a
ring holder I keep on the shelf above the sink.
When I was done making dinner, I turned around to
put my ring back on and it was gone. I
remember being so upset and thinking that one of the
kids might have taken it. I believed them when they
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said that they hadn't touched it, because well why would
they write. I thought maybe it had somehow been knocked
into the sink, but it didn't make sense, and I
was the only one who had been in the kitchen
until dinner was ready. It was bizarre. But three days
later I was coming down the stairs and there it was,
sitting on the cabinet by the door. When I asked everyone,
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thinking maybe my husband or my kids had found it
on the floor, no one in the house knew how
it had gotten there. She then took a sip of
her tea and her eyes lit up and she said, oh,
and this one's really good. One time, shortly after we
had moved in, we went out for dinner. When we
came home, every light in the entire house was on,
even the desk lamps and attic light. I believe it
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was because someone was trying to break in, and it
turned the lights on to scare them off. So to
answer your question, yes, it is a good ghost, and
there's no reason to be afraid of it. Anyway, time
went on. I don't remember much else besides the footsteps
upstairs that we'd occasionally hear when we were the only
people in the house, or light switches being turned on
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when we knew we had turned them off. Hanging out
at Mark's house was my normal after school routine. Honestly,
if this one major incident hadn't happened, I probably wouldn't
even remember that this house was haunted up until what
I considered to be the grand finale. The haunting was
just a few small happenings that couldn't easily be explained away. However,
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then the incident occurred, and it's a moment I'll remember
for the rest of my life. It is the reason
that I entirely believe in ghosts, spirits, and demons. It
was one of the last times I went to Mark's house.
In fact, it was the last time I went to
his house because I refused to go back. It was
a summer day in nineteen ninety four. I had finished
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sixth grade and I was twelve years old. Mark's dad
had just brought home a pentium with a spaceship racing
game on it. It was probably about two in the afternoon,
Because I remember that Mark's parents were both at work,
and his brother had gone to a friend's house. It
was just us and the dog in the house, and
Mark and I were down in the big open basement
talking about how we'd spend the rest of our afternoon.
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Let's play the new spaceship racing game. I said, Nah,
I think we should go to the pool. Mark said, dude,
I don't want to go to the pool. This new
game is awesome and I want to play it. Then
Mark became uncharacteristically hostile. He swore at me and said,
I'm going to the pool. I remember when he said that.
It struck me as strange because Mark and I rarely argued,
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and I'd never seen him lose it like this over
something so simple. Fine, go whatever, man, I'm staying here,
I yelled back. Mark then stormed upstairs. I heard him
cross the living room, go up the stairs to the
second floor, and slam his bedroom door. After a few minutes,
I heard the faint sound of the garage door screach
open and then close again, and Mark was gone. At
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this point, I was in the house in the basement,
all alone, except for the dog, who was somewhere upstairs.
I had turned on the big azure white pentium tower
ten minutes beforehand, so it was nearly at the windows screen.
Just as it finished loading up windows en t I
heard a sound I will never forget above me. The
sound still haunts my dreams to this day. The best
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way I can describe what happened next is a play
by play. I was just about to click on the
game's icon when I suddenly heard the rocking chair directly
above me rock back and forth several times. At first,
I thought it was Marked playing a trick on me,
or maybe the dog getting up to go look out
of the front window. But then I heard heavy footsteps
walk across the floor and stop at the basement door.
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A second later, the door swung wide open and then
shut violently. It must be Mark. He's trying to get
me to go swimming with him. I thought. I heard
angry footsteps rush down the stairs. The problem was the
stairs were empty. The basement had a floating wall with
a five by five five window where I should have
seen someone, anyone coming down those stairs, but there was
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no one. It's just the dog. It's Sydney freaking me out,
I thought. But the pounding, phantom footsteps were still coming.
They hit the bottom of the stairs and ran across
the shag carpet, leaving large, deep impressions. With each defining step.
My veins turned to ice. Up to this point, I
had spent hundreds of hours between the fourth and the
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sixth grade in this basement. We played in there, We
watched movies and had sleepovers down there, and I swear
to God, nothing like this ever happened before. The footsteps
raced through the shag carpet to the utility room door,
which was about fifteen feet straight ahead of where I
was sitting. The door was slightly ajar and it banged
open like somebody had just punched it. It shook open,
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and from within the utility room erupted the most sinister,
horrible laughter I've ever heard in my life. It was
deep and unnatural. It was like listening to someone laughing
through a met megaphone. Each laugh got louder and louder,
so loud it made the windows next to me rattle,
And at this point I stood up and ran. I've
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never run as fast in my life as I did
in that moment. I bolted up the stairs and out
of the kitchen door and all the way to the
top of the driveway. I was breathing better by then,
relieved to be outside and no longer alone in that
house with that thing. But I hadn't been alone. Oh God,
the dog was in there too. I realized I have
to go back. I can't leave her in there. I
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ran back and kicked open the kitchen door and started screaming, Sydney,
come on, girl, let's go. She came around the corner
and I grabbed her by the collar and dragged her
out to the driveway. There was no way I was
going back into that house, all the way to the
laundry room, just to get her leash. Sydney and I
jogged in the hot afternoon sun to the pool where
Mark was swimming, me holding her collar the whole time. There.
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I tried to explain to him what had happened. I
told him about the horrible pounding footsteps, the phantom footprints,
and the sinister laughter. Yeah, man, my house is haunted.
You knew that, he said, in a hushed, matter of
fact whisper. But his words couldn't console me. That was
the most haunting and terrible thing I had ever seen
in my young life. I remember sitting outside the pool
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holding on to Sydney's collar for several hours while Mark swam.
I remember trying to explain to the other kids in
the neighborhood during the adult swim session about what I
had seen, and no one knowing what to say. I
specifically remember when I tried to tell Mark's parents and
my mom what had happened, and they all waved it
off as my imagination or tried to explain that it
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could have been the wind. Even though Mark's mom seemed understanding,
it wasn't enough. I never went back to Mark's house.
We grew apart in later years, but ever since that
sunny summer afternoon in that relatively peaceful house, I have
always believed in ghosts, especially that one I most certainly
did not think was good before I continue. Please consider
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of 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 comes to us from Grimmy,
and Grimmy's story is called Small Paranormal Activity. Grimy says,
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so this is more of two paranormal experiences in one telling.
So when I was younger, I lived on a farm
located somewhere in the Ohio countryside. In the forests surrounding
the house, there stood this old, broken down and plant
brushed boss. It was really old. I knew that it
was old due to how the interior was set up.
It wasn't like the other school buses around that area.
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So one day my friends, while my cousins, and I
decided to go exploring and we came across this bus,
and being the children that we were, we thought it
was an amazing idea to explore it. Nothing happened the
first few times around, and we went to the bus
quite a lot, mostly during the hot summer days, and
I believe we found it during the last week of
that school year. Nothing seemed to happen, not until we
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all played hide and seek when I was one of
the hiders. I climbed up and hid in this large
oak tree of sorts. From my perch in the tree,
I thought I saw a figure emerge from the boss.
It didn't look like anyone I knew, and it for
sure wasn't any of my cousins, so who was it.
When it was my turn to be the seeker? I
started to look around for the others. I don't know why,
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but for some reason, I felt sort of drawn toward
the boss, like I just had to go and look
around the bus for some reason, so I did. I
looked around the land near the bus and ended up
seeing one of my cousins from across the pond that
stood about twenty to twenty five feet away from it.
But I decided to go and check out the Boss,
and when I walked into it, everything was fine. But
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after staring for a while longer, I noticed that things
had moved. The large, heavy tire that my cousins had
seen on the right side of the bus seemed to
now be on the left side of it, but I
thought nothing of it. It wasn't until I looked out
the window towards the back of the bus that I
saw the same dark figure in the woods, just about
ten feet from the bus. I was a kid, so
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naturally I was both scared and curious, but mostly scared.
So I ran from the boss and came half crying
to my cousins. They then calmed me down and we
both went back to the bus together, but there was nothing.
I don't know if I had seen things, or if
it was actually there or not, but I know what
I saw, well sort of. It was sort of just large,
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maybe the size of an average sized person, but it
was tall compared to me at the time. I still
saw it from time to time, but I refuse to
go back to that bus by myself unless I had
someone with me. My second paranormal experience is more recent.
To be short, I think my house has a ghost
who likes to pull my leg. From time to time,
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I'll put something on a shelf far enough back that
it won't fall down, and guess what happens. I'll be
sitting down reading or something, and that same object just
falls from the middle of the shelf. It's not as
scary as the bus story, but it is still a
little annoying. Our next story of the night comes to
us from Andy and Andy's story is called A Knock
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at three A. M Andy says, I recently began listening
to your podcast during my free time. At first, I
did not consider submitting a story. However, my friends encouraged
me to so here it is. I believe strongly in
the paranormal, and I've had several encounters with it, but
never as close as this. I went to sleep around
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eleven PM and locked my door, making sure it was
completely closed, since I don't like to sleep with my
door open towards the dark hall. My parents and sister
were already asleep in their rooms, and around three a m.
I suddenly woke up feeling uneasy and found my door
completely open at ninety degrees. My door makes plenty of
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noise when it's opened, so I would have noticed if
anyone had entered my room. However, I had no memory
of ever hearing the door open. I went to close
it and went back to sleep, and a few minutes
later I heard a knock. But it wasn't the usual
noise my house makes, like thundering. It was a clear
knock twice, as if someone casually wanted to enter. To
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be honest, I was tired, so I didn't think much
of it, and I went back to sleep. In the morning,
I asked if anyone had entered or knocked last night,
and my family reassured me that it wasn't them. I
believed them since they weren't the time I have to
pull off these types of pranks, and they did not
believe much in the paranormal. To this day, I still
think of what might have been on the other side.
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I have other stories if you'd like to hear them.
Thank you for reading this. I love your podcast. It
is really entertaining. Andy. As we come to the end
of tonight's episode, I'd like to thank all of you
for tuning in and supporting the show, and a special
thank you goes out to Orally, Sean, Grimmy, and Andy
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for sharing their experiences from all of us at Paranormal Mysteries.
Thank you for listening, and remember, don't wait for the
unknown to come to you, get out there and find it.
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