September 25, 2025 • 27 mins
Blurry Faces, Dark Presence & Something Knocking
Episode 454 | September 25, 2025
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Episode 454 | September 25, 2025
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Speaker 1 (00:05):
This episode is brought to you by my newest supporters,
Stephanie and Stella. Thank you for making the show possible.
(00:28):
Welcome back to Paranormal Mysteries, and thank you for joining
me as we explore the unknown. I'm your host, Nick Ryan.
Let's begin tonight's journey with Joel, who calls their experience
disembodied voice. Joel says, Hello, Nick, I found your podcast
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a few days ago while trying to find paranormal stories.
I have been hooked ever since because I strive to
hear people's experiences and accounts on the paranormal. I have
a story of my own in which several people in
my life can attest to. In twenty eighteen, I bought
my first house in Delavan, Wisconsin. I've always heard ghost stories,
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and the older I got, the more I believed. It
wasn't until I bought my house, though, that my beliefs
were solidified. My mom and my wife at the time
were painting the rooms of the house while I was
at work. When I got home, they both had a
very concerned look on their faces. They had expressed that
they had heard what sounded like a little girl calling
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out hello. I was a bit weirded out, but I
believed them. They most certainly would not make this up,
especially since both of them heard it. A skeptic might
say that maybe it was a kid playing outside. However,
school had already started, so no children would be playing
at that time. We went about our way and didn't
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experience anything else until about a year later. Me and
my wife at the time were putting clothes away in
our closet when yet again, we heard hello in a
little girl's liao. We froze in disbelief, not thinking that
we would hear it again. We told the rest of
our family, who were also very open to the idea
of the paranormal, and they thought that it was crazy
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that we heard the same little girl's voice. A year
after that incident, we heard it once again while we
were in the living room. This time around, we had
captured the disembodied voice on our camera in the dining room.
We scrambled to look back at the footage, and lo
and behold, we could hear the voice clear as day.
We had a dog at that time as well, and
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she was blatantly spooked by it. Fast forwarding several more months,
and my wife and her grandma were cleaning up the
table after feeding my daughter. I was at work at
the time, and out of their peripheral vision, they saw
the pillow on the couch tip over, and then saw
what they believed was a misty figure of a small
child running away from the couch. My wife quickly sent
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me the camera footage, which indeed captured the pillow falling,
but not the small child. There were several smaller incidents,
like our ceiling fans spinning on its own with the
switch turned off, but nothing like the voices and the
apparition causing the pillow to fall over. I did look
into the history of the house to see if I
could find anything about a little girl dying in the house,
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but I had no lock. My house was built around
nineteen fifteen, so it has quite some history. However, I
found an old map to the city that dates back
to the late eighteen hundreds and showing a house on
my plot of land. Did a little girl pass away
here and it just wasn't recorded? Who knows? I hope
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this story makes its way at the podcast so others
know the mysteries of the world we live in, and
so that my story is enjoyed by you and others.
Our next experience of the night comes to us from Mattie,
and Mattie says this, Hi, Nick, I have two stories
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for you. I have sent you some stories before, and
on my drive home yesterday, I was reminiscing on some
memories when a certain one popped into my head. My
family used to own a hunting cabin in Cook Forest,
Pennsylvania for quite some time. It was a cute three
story cabin with a spiral staircase on seventy acres. My
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family used to go there during the summers. One summer,
when I was about eleven to thirteen, we went to
check out this bridge. It was a historic covered bridge
that was over a rocky section of the river. My
dad wanted to take some pictures of us on the bridge,
but every time he did, me and my mom's faces
would be blurry. We thought that it was just his
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phone until he took pictures of us off the bridge
and it worked perfectly fine. My brother did some digging
into the bridge, and if I remember correctly, there were
some suicides and hangings that were done there. I asked
my dad if he had the picture, but unfortunately he
lost it. I also tried to find the bridge, but
I had no lock. I don't know why I remember
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that so so many years later. The bridge was definitely creepy,
and I remember getting a weird feeling there, like something
didn't want me there. We sold the property a few
years back, and we have not gone back to Pennsylvania.
The next experience is a lot fresher in my memory,
given that it happened only a few weeks ago. I
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had gotten home late from training I Barrel Race, and
it was about an hour drive from my coach's house
to my house, so I got home around eleven p m.
I went to take the garbage can out to the
driveway so it could be dumped the following morning. While
I was walking back up to my driveway, I saw
some movement in my mom's window. Her window faces the driveway,
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and I saw a hand reach around the curtains and
draw them back just enough to look out of I
saw a dark black shadow with the white eyes, and
it was weirdly tall, so that eliminated the dogs or
the cats. I remembered that its fingers were long and thin,
and I saw this creature twice. I asked my mom
if she had gotten out of bed and looked out
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her window, but she said no looking back. The figure's
head and face shape was that of a woman, which
isn't all that surprising considering that a few years ago
a girl crashed her car in an oak tree on
our property and sadly she died of her injuries, and
her family kept some of her items at the crash site.
I believe that she is haunting our house. I hear
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womanly voices quite a bit late at night, and I
know that it's not my mom, given that at night
she's either already asleep or on patrol. I appreciate you
having a platform for people to share their experiences. Our
next experience comes to us from Molly, and Molly's experience
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is called Visits. I'm not the grandest of storytellers, however,
I love your podcast because of the things I've experienced.
So I'm hoping to do my best and explo what
happened to me to all of you. From when I
was a child and even sometimes as an adult now,
I've always had odd things happen to me. I have
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two distinct memories, and thankfully the last couple of years
or so have been pretty uneventful. When I was about fourteen,
my grandma passed away suddenly. Now my bedroom had a
pretty simple set up. My bed was on the shortest wall,
the dresser with the TV was on the wall in
front of my bed, and there were three large bookshelves
on the wall closest to my door. I was in
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my room one afternoon watching TV when a birthday card
fell off one of my shelves and it landed open
on the floor. I thought this was odd, so I
got up to put it back on the shelf. I
glanced at the open card and it was from my
grandma and it said I love you, Love Grandma. As
I went to stand the card back up, I smelled Jupe,
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the perfume my grandma didn't go a day without wearing.
I immediately started bawling, and I and full speed to
my mom. My mom then started crying, and I apologized
for telling her, and I let her know that I
was just a little freaked out. My mom said I
smell her too. Not long after this, within a two
year span, one of my friends went missing at senior Week.
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We looked for a couple of days, and his body
was later found at the edge of a pond on
the property that night before the news was released, I
was drifting off to sleep and I heard his voice say,
go to sleep, and once I did, I was dreaming
that I was driving and that it was late. I
then heard him say, don't freak out, and that's when
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I looked in my rear view mirror and there he was.
He was wet and cold. I looked at him and
I said, we've been looking for you. Are you okay?
Just tell me where you are so we can find you.
Then it hit me and I looked at him and said,
what is heaven like? And he said, I'm okay. I
just want you to know that I'm okay. Then he
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kind of chuckled and said, just like we have rules
down on Earth, there are rules up here and I
cannot tell you. I just want you to know I
love you. I then asked him, will I ever see
you again? I love you too, but he was gone.
I think about these occurrences on occasion, whenever I see
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a shadow out of the corner of my eye or
something odd happens. I don't know why this happens or how,
but I'm thankful it's loved ones. Our next experience comes
to us from Joe Lee, and Joe Lee's experience is
called Lady in the Hallway. Hello. I feel like I've
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always been spiritually connected. And this story takes place at
my Grammy's house in a small town named Rome, Georgia,
about three or four years ago, when I was about sixteen.
My godmother also lives with my Grammy, and I'll call
her Tea. Tea is always and spiritual. She sees things
that others can't, and she also has the occasional vision.
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She has told me many times of seeing and experiencing
things in my Grammy's house. Whenever you arrive there, you
can definitely feel the energy shift, and I have always
had an uneasy feeling when I'm visiting. Although I feel uncomfortable,
I would still spend the night to have time with
my family, but I would always have to have something
on the TV when I sleep. Whenever I do spend
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the night, Grammy always sleeps on the couch, and that
night she said that I could sleep in the recliner.
We had the TV on playing a movie. I couldn't
seem to sleep that night, so I called my boyfriend
who is my now husband, and we talked for a
while and ended up just staying on our call as
we fell asleep. I woke up in the middle of
the night and my heart was racing. I looked around
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and I saw a lady in the hallway. I have
never in my life seen something like this, and the
lady looked almost identical to my grammy, but she was
all white and also transparent. I could see every facial
feature and she was smiling, just staring at me. I
looked down to her torso to see that she had
her hand out and palm up with only her fingers
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moving up and down as if she was gesturing for
me to come to her. She was there for about
two minutes or so until she faded away. Once she
was gone, I was so stunned and I looked around
for anything else. I didn't see anything, so I calmed
myself down to eventually fall back asleep. The next morning,
I told Tea everything that I saw, and she said
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that it must have been my Grammy's mom. She said
they look almost identical, and she showed me a picture
that confirmed everything. I then also told Tea about the
hand gesturing, and she said that when I was little,
that is how we said hello and goodbye and that
made me feel better. To experience something like that is
truly eye opening and I will never ever forget what
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I saw that night. Thank you for reading my story
and I hope you enjoyed it. I loved the podcast.
Keep it up. Our next experience comes to us from Tina,
and Tina's story is called Dark Presence. In August of
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nineteen eighty five, my family moved into an older, two
story home in Kissimi, Florida. I was a very young
teenager with a six week old son. My parents gave
me the downstairs bedroom that had a bathroom attached to it.
The very first night that we were in the home,
I was in my room and had walked into the
bathroom and there was the most overwhelming, strongest smell of urine.
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The following night, the exact same smell was overpowering, and
I called my mom and dad into the bathroom and
I asked them if they could smell it. Both of
them said that they smelled absolutely nothing. From day one,
the moment that I set foot into the home, I
felt something really dark. The home scared me. About a
week in was living there, I told my mom how
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uncomm comfortable I was in the home. And that I
wasn't exactly sure why. It was probably a week later
when I took my son to change his diaper and
I swaddled him in his blanket, and he quickly fell
asleep in my arms. My family decided to go shopping,
and with my son falling asleep, I opted out and
I decided to stay home. I was home alone. Our
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living room had a partial wall that separated the living
room from the kitchen, so I took my son into
the living room area and I placed him in the
middle of our long couch, up against the seating area
and where your back would be at the end of
the couch. On both sides, we had an end table.
I walked around the partial wall, turned on the gas stove,
and I placed some soup in a pan and I
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began warming it up. Out of nowhere, I heard my
six week old son screaming. I have never heard a
baby cry and scream so hard before. I immediately turned
the stove off, took the pot of soup and set
it off to the side on the counter, and I
went straight to the living room to the couch where
I had left my son. The whole time I could
hear my son screaming, but my son was not on
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the couch. I must have stood there for a few
seconds in total disbelief. I turned my head as I
could hear my son screaming coming from the right side
where I was standing. I ran to the end of
the couch, looked down, and I saw my son still
perfectly swaddled in his blanket, and he was underneath the
middle of the end table at the end of the couch.
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I quickly took my son in my arms and I
placed him against my chest and began crying in fear
and uncertainty of what had just occurred. I scanned the
room and immediately checked the front door, which was locked
as I had locked it when my family left. I
looked everywhere downstairs and upstairs, but there was nobody there.
I checked all the windows and doors, but everything was
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secured and locked. With my son still in my arms,
as I was terrified to let him out of my sight,
I walked back to the kitchen to pour the soup
into a bowl, and the pot of soup was back
on the stove and at a rapid boil. I don't
recall if I ever told my mom what had happened,
but It was a very short time later that my
mom announced that we were moving. The following day, when
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our family was loading up our belongings into the truck,
I had walked to the mailbox to get our mail.
That's when a young boy, probably around the age of
eight years old, was riding his bike down the street.
He came up beside me and stopped, looked at me,
looked at the house, and then looked back at me
and said, you guys are moving out already. I told
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him yes, that we were moving, to which he replied, well,
if you didn't know when you moved in, you know
now that the house is haunted. Right then he just
rode away on his bike. To this day, I still
get shivers running through me when I think about that day.
Every detail of that time plays in my head as
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Please stay tuned and I'll be right back. After these
brief messages, our next experience comes to us from Manny,
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and Manny's experience is called When No One Was Home.
Manny says, Hey, Nick, I've been listening to your podcast
for about six months now, and I really enjoy hearing
your listener stories. Even though I get the creeps, sometimes,
it's nice knowing there are people out there who've had
similar experiences to the one I'm about to share with you.
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To give a little context, I live in Dallas and
this happened during peak COVID and I was fourteen at
the time. My school, like most schools around the world,
switched to online classes. My parents and my brother still
had to work since the rules didn't apply to their jobs,
so I would spend the entire morning by myself. One day,
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my mom woke me up as usual to get breakfast
before they left. Whenever she'd leave for work, she'd always
remind me to lock the door. Since I was still
young and there were a lot of weirdows in our area,
just so you know, our door had double locks, meaning
that if the key was removed from the lock on
the inside, it was impossible to open the door from
either side. Without the key. There was no way anyone
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could get in unless they broke the door down. So
after my parents left, I double locked the door like
they always told me to, and I turned on my
computer and I joined my Zoom class like usual. After
class ended, I decided to go to the bathroom, and
even though I was alone, I closed the door out
of habit And here's where things got a little weird.
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I usually scroll through social media while doing my business.
Don't ask me why, it's just something I do. This
is when I started hearing heavy footsteps. I didn't think
much of it at first, since I lived in an
apartment complex and it could have just been someone on
another floor. But then the footsteps stopped. About ten or
twenty seconds later, something or someone knocked on the bathroom
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door three soft knocks. Trying to stay calm, I told
myself it was just noise from another floor. But then
whatever it was hit the door three times, super hard,
like it was trying to break it down. I whispered
to myself, what the f is going on, and I froze.
I stood there for what felt like five minutes, just listening,
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waiting to see if it would happen again. I finished
my business and tried calling my parents to tell them
that someone might be in the apartment, but none of
them answered. I finally worked up the courage to leave
the bathroom and I grabbed the only quote unquote weapon
that I could find, which was a plunger, and I
slowly opened the door. I crept around the apartment, checking everything,
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but there was no one there. I checked every window,
The front door was still locked, no signs of a
break in. Nothing. I went to my room and waited
until my parents got home. Then I told them everything,
and they checked the entire apartment again, still nothing. That
was the only and hopefully last, unexplainable thing that has
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ever happened to me. One last thing that I'd like
to add is that, ever since that day, every time
I tell someone this story, my eyes get watery. But
I don't know why. If anyone else has experienced something similar,
please let me know, sincerely, Manny. This next experience comes
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to us from Cassandra, and Cassandra calls her experience the
Dark glob In the house for sale, Cassandra says it
was a small, non glamorous house built in what I
recall as the nineteen fifties on a long street that
was filled with similar houses. A little remodeling had been
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done to this house, but nothing special or over the
top to make me reach immediately for my check book.
As I and my real estate agent entered in February
of twenty twenty, there was no sign of the previous
owners whatsoever. Every spec of their existence had been removed
or relocated to somewhere else. How long had this house
been empty? I don't know. I was new to the
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area and anxious to get settled, but I don't leap
at every fly that comes along, and something told me
that it wouldn't be this house. The front door opened
to a small living room, then an odd kitchen, and
after a jog left and a step down, there was
a ho hum den, as if this had been a
cheap edition. Later on, I remember entering the backyard from here,
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but I was already not impressed, and I was ready
to move on to the next showing. As much as
I love gardens and patios and flowers and trees, there
was nothing of that, as if this house had no
life at all, inside or out. I took only a
few steps before coming back inside. My realtor and I
re entered the kitchen and walked to the hallway. In
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between the kitchen and living room, I looked down the
hallway and noticed that out of the four rooms adjoining
the hallway, only one door was closed. It was the
bedroom door at the end of the hallway and to
the left. Immediately I stopped and stared. My intuition said,
this isn't good. That door shouldn't be closed, especially when
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all the other doors are open. More importantly, who closed it?
Unbeknownst to me at the time, my reeltor's intuition told her,
I don't want to open that door, but but as
a real tour I'm obliged to show the house. As
we progressed down the hallway, first up was the bathroom
on the left, then a small bedroom on the right,
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and next to it was a small master bedroom with
a small bath typical of that time period. The only
thing left to look at was the room at the
end of the hallway on the left, the one with
the closed door. My reeltor opened the door and entered
the room, like all the others, was completely devoid of
anything personal. She talked about the bedroom and went to
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the closet doors to open them again. They were typical
of the time period. It was a small closet with
doors that slide left and right. I could see them
from the doorway of the room. As she did this,
I tried to enter the room, but my feet wouldn't budge,
not for nothing. I looked down at my feet that
were seemingly stuck to the floor and would not cross
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the threshold into that room. My feet stood stuck in
the doorway. In fifty eight years of living at that
time and having paranormal experiences out the wazoo for several years,
my feet have never refused to move. I asked them,
point blank, why have you stopped. I am bewildered. Tell
me what's going on. Simultaneously, as I looked at my feet,
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I began shouting out loud, I will not enter that room.
I will not enter that room. I cannot enter that room.
At the same time that I was shouting, my realtor
began shouting, I must get out of this room. I
must get out of this room, And like a linebacker.
She turned toward me, eyes as white as pies, and
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she started running directly towards me. Hew to my feet,
get out of here now. We both ran toward the kitchen,
where my realtor had left the house keys. We escaped outside,
and she nervously locked the door and returned the keys
to the odd location on the side of the house
that was attached to the gas meter, not the front door,
which is typical, which we both thought was very unusual.
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We stood there shaking in the front yard, short of
breath and asking each other over and over, what was that?
What was that? As we talked later in compared notes,
we both thought of just flat out running down the
street at full notch, even though both of our cars
were parked just feet away at the curb. We eventually
retreated to the street to get off the property, but
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it still took us a bit to calm down. Our
breathing was heavy and almost frantic. It took about thirty
minutes before either of us could drive. We then followed
each other out of the subdivision to ensure our safety.
There is a part two to this story. When I
hired the same realtor to sell the house, I eventually
bought in March of twenty twenty with her help. It
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was sold in April of twenty twenty five, and it
was filled to the top with paranormal activity. It affected me,
my new husband, and our new puppy every day. I
would love to tell you about it, if you would
be willing to hear it. There were voices, things flying
off shelves, the sound of metal clanging or wood rolling, visions,
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footsteps continually waking up at three a m. Whispers from
dark entities with names not our own, seeing former owners, portals,
physical attacks, and more. I also meditated years later, and
I was shown that there was a creature in that
first house that we toured that was a black like
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glob and it had tricked its way into a child's bedroom.
It was not a good entity, and if I had
been able to enter that bedroom, that door would have
shut and locked behind us. Before I bring tonight's episode
to an end, I'd like to thank all of our
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experiencers for coming forward with their stories, and of course
I truly appreciate each and every one of you for
listening and showing your support. With that said, I hope
you all have a wonderful rest of your evening, and
I'll be back in a few short days with more
tales of the unexplained, And until then, please remember, don't
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wait for the unknown to come to you, get out
there and find it.
This episode is brought to you by my newest supporters,
Stephanie and Stella. Thank you for making the show possible.
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Welcome back to Paranormal Mysteries, and thank you for joining
me as we explore the unknown. I'm your host, Nick Ryan.
Let's begin tonight's journey with Joel, who calls their experience
disembodied voice. Joel says, Hello, Nick, I found your podcast
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a few days ago while trying to find paranormal stories.
I have been hooked ever since because I strive to
hear people's experiences and accounts on the paranormal. I have
a story of my own in which several people in
my life can attest to. In twenty eighteen, I bought
my first house in Delavan, Wisconsin. I've always heard ghost stories,
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and the older I got, the more I believed. It
wasn't until I bought my house, though, that my beliefs
were solidified. My mom and my wife at the time
were painting the rooms of the house while I was
at work. When I got home, they both had a
very concerned look on their faces. They had expressed that
they had heard what sounded like a little girl calling
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out hello. I was a bit weirded out, but I
believed them. They most certainly would not make this up,
especially since both of them heard it. A skeptic might
say that maybe it was a kid playing outside. However,
school had already started, so no children would be playing
at that time. We went about our way and didn't
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experience anything else until about a year later. Me and
my wife at the time were putting clothes away in
our closet when yet again, we heard hello in a
little girl's liao. We froze in disbelief, not thinking that
we would hear it again. We told the rest of
our family, who were also very open to the idea
of the paranormal, and they thought that it was crazy
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that we heard the same little girl's voice. A year
after that incident, we heard it once again while we
were in the living room. This time around, we had
captured the disembodied voice on our camera in the dining room.
We scrambled to look back at the footage, and lo
and behold, we could hear the voice clear as day.
We had a dog at that time as well, and
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she was blatantly spooked by it. Fast forwarding several more months,
and my wife and her grandma were cleaning up the
table after feeding my daughter. I was at work at
the time, and out of their peripheral vision, they saw
the pillow on the couch tip over, and then saw
what they believed was a misty figure of a small
child running away from the couch. My wife quickly sent
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me the camera footage, which indeed captured the pillow falling,
but not the small child. There were several smaller incidents,
like our ceiling fans spinning on its own with the
switch turned off, but nothing like the voices and the
apparition causing the pillow to fall over. I did look
into the history of the house to see if I
could find anything about a little girl dying in the house,
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but I had no lock. My house was built around
nineteen fifteen, so it has quite some history. However, I
found an old map to the city that dates back
to the late eighteen hundreds and showing a house on
my plot of land. Did a little girl pass away
here and it just wasn't recorded? Who knows? I hope
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this story makes its way at the podcast so others
know the mysteries of the world we live in, and
so that my story is enjoyed by you and others.
Our next experience of the night comes to us from Mattie,
and Mattie says this, Hi, Nick, I have two stories
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for you. I have sent you some stories before, and
on my drive home yesterday, I was reminiscing on some
memories when a certain one popped into my head. My
family used to own a hunting cabin in Cook Forest,
Pennsylvania for quite some time. It was a cute three
story cabin with a spiral staircase on seventy acres. My
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family used to go there during the summers. One summer,
when I was about eleven to thirteen, we went to
check out this bridge. It was a historic covered bridge
that was over a rocky section of the river. My
dad wanted to take some pictures of us on the bridge,
but every time he did, me and my mom's faces
would be blurry. We thought that it was just his
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phone until he took pictures of us off the bridge
and it worked perfectly fine. My brother did some digging
into the bridge, and if I remember correctly, there were
some suicides and hangings that were done there. I asked
my dad if he had the picture, but unfortunately he
lost it. I also tried to find the bridge, but
I had no lock. I don't know why I remember
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that so so many years later. The bridge was definitely creepy,
and I remember getting a weird feeling there, like something
didn't want me there. We sold the property a few
years back, and we have not gone back to Pennsylvania.
The next experience is a lot fresher in my memory,
given that it happened only a few weeks ago. I
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had gotten home late from training I Barrel Race, and
it was about an hour drive from my coach's house
to my house, so I got home around eleven p m.
I went to take the garbage can out to the
driveway so it could be dumped the following morning. While
I was walking back up to my driveway, I saw
some movement in my mom's window. Her window faces the driveway,
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and I saw a hand reach around the curtains and
draw them back just enough to look out of I
saw a dark black shadow with the white eyes, and
it was weirdly tall, so that eliminated the dogs or
the cats. I remembered that its fingers were long and thin,
and I saw this creature twice. I asked my mom
if she had gotten out of bed and looked out
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her window, but she said no looking back. The figure's
head and face shape was that of a woman, which
isn't all that surprising considering that a few years ago
a girl crashed her car in an oak tree on
our property and sadly she died of her injuries, and
her family kept some of her items at the crash site.
I believe that she is haunting our house. I hear
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womanly voices quite a bit late at night, and I
know that it's not my mom, given that at night
she's either already asleep or on patrol. I appreciate you
having a platform for people to share their experiences. Our
next experience comes to us from Molly, and Molly's experience
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is called Visits. I'm not the grandest of storytellers, however,
I love your podcast because of the things I've experienced.
So I'm hoping to do my best and explo what
happened to me to all of you. From when I
was a child and even sometimes as an adult now,
I've always had odd things happen to me. I have
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two distinct memories, and thankfully the last couple of years
or so have been pretty uneventful. When I was about fourteen,
my grandma passed away suddenly. Now my bedroom had a
pretty simple set up. My bed was on the shortest wall,
the dresser with the TV was on the wall in
front of my bed, and there were three large bookshelves
on the wall closest to my door. I was in
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my room one afternoon watching TV when a birthday card
fell off one of my shelves and it landed open
on the floor. I thought this was odd, so I
got up to put it back on the shelf. I
glanced at the open card and it was from my
grandma and it said I love you, Love Grandma. As
I went to stand the card back up, I smelled Jupe,
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the perfume my grandma didn't go a day without wearing.
I immediately started bawling, and I and full speed to
my mom. My mom then started crying, and I apologized
for telling her, and I let her know that I
was just a little freaked out. My mom said I
smell her too. Not long after this, within a two
year span, one of my friends went missing at senior Week.
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We looked for a couple of days, and his body
was later found at the edge of a pond on
the property that night before the news was released, I
was drifting off to sleep and I heard his voice say,
go to sleep, and once I did, I was dreaming
that I was driving and that it was late. I
then heard him say, don't freak out, and that's when
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I looked in my rear view mirror and there he was.
He was wet and cold. I looked at him and
I said, we've been looking for you. Are you okay?
Just tell me where you are so we can find you.
Then it hit me and I looked at him and said,
what is heaven like? And he said, I'm okay. I
just want you to know that I'm okay. Then he
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kind of chuckled and said, just like we have rules
down on Earth, there are rules up here and I
cannot tell you. I just want you to know I
love you. I then asked him, will I ever see
you again? I love you too, but he was gone.
I think about these occurrences on occasion, whenever I see
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a shadow out of the corner of my eye or
something odd happens. I don't know why this happens or how,
but I'm thankful it's loved ones. Our next experience comes
to us from Joe Lee, and Joe Lee's experience is
called Lady in the Hallway. Hello. I feel like I've
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always been spiritually connected. And this story takes place at
my Grammy's house in a small town named Rome, Georgia,
about three or four years ago, when I was about sixteen.
My godmother also lives with my Grammy, and I'll call
her Tea. Tea is always and spiritual. She sees things
that others can't, and she also has the occasional vision.
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She has told me many times of seeing and experiencing
things in my Grammy's house. Whenever you arrive there, you
can definitely feel the energy shift, and I have always
had an uneasy feeling when I'm visiting. Although I feel uncomfortable,
I would still spend the night to have time with
my family, but I would always have to have something
on the TV when I sleep. Whenever I do spend
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the night, Grammy always sleeps on the couch, and that
night she said that I could sleep in the recliner.
We had the TV on playing a movie. I couldn't
seem to sleep that night, so I called my boyfriend
who is my now husband, and we talked for a
while and ended up just staying on our call as
we fell asleep. I woke up in the middle of
the night and my heart was racing. I looked around
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and I saw a lady in the hallway. I have
never in my life seen something like this, and the
lady looked almost identical to my grammy, but she was
all white and also transparent. I could see every facial
feature and she was smiling, just staring at me. I
looked down to her torso to see that she had
her hand out and palm up with only her fingers
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moving up and down as if she was gesturing for
me to come to her. She was there for about
two minutes or so until she faded away. Once she
was gone, I was so stunned and I looked around
for anything else. I didn't see anything, so I calmed
myself down to eventually fall back asleep. The next morning,
I told Tea everything that I saw, and she said
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that it must have been my Grammy's mom. She said
they look almost identical, and she showed me a picture
that confirmed everything. I then also told Tea about the
hand gesturing, and she said that when I was little,
that is how we said hello and goodbye and that
made me feel better. To experience something like that is
truly eye opening and I will never ever forget what
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I saw that night. Thank you for reading my story
and I hope you enjoyed it. I loved the podcast.
Keep it up. Our next experience comes to us from Tina,
and Tina's story is called Dark Presence. In August of
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nineteen eighty five, my family moved into an older, two
story home in Kissimi, Florida. I was a very young
teenager with a six week old son. My parents gave
me the downstairs bedroom that had a bathroom attached to it.
The very first night that we were in the home,
I was in my room and had walked into the
bathroom and there was the most overwhelming, strongest smell of urine.
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The following night, the exact same smell was overpowering, and
I called my mom and dad into the bathroom and
I asked them if they could smell it. Both of
them said that they smelled absolutely nothing. From day one,
the moment that I set foot into the home, I
felt something really dark. The home scared me. About a
week in was living there, I told my mom how
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uncomm comfortable I was in the home. And that I
wasn't exactly sure why. It was probably a week later
when I took my son to change his diaper and
I swaddled him in his blanket, and he quickly fell
asleep in my arms. My family decided to go shopping,
and with my son falling asleep, I opted out and
I decided to stay home. I was home alone. Our
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living room had a partial wall that separated the living
room from the kitchen, so I took my son into
the living room area and I placed him in the
middle of our long couch, up against the seating area
and where your back would be at the end of
the couch. On both sides, we had an end table.
I walked around the partial wall, turned on the gas stove,
and I placed some soup in a pan and I
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began warming it up. Out of nowhere, I heard my
six week old son screaming. I have never heard a
baby cry and scream so hard before. I immediately turned
the stove off, took the pot of soup and set
it off to the side on the counter, and I
went straight to the living room to the couch where
I had left my son. The whole time I could
hear my son screaming, but my son was not on
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the couch. I must have stood there for a few
seconds in total disbelief. I turned my head as I
could hear my son screaming coming from the right side
where I was standing. I ran to the end of
the couch, looked down, and I saw my son still
perfectly swaddled in his blanket, and he was underneath the
middle of the end table at the end of the couch.
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I quickly took my son in my arms and I
placed him against my chest and began crying in fear
and uncertainty of what had just occurred. I scanned the
room and immediately checked the front door, which was locked
as I had locked it when my family left. I
looked everywhere downstairs and upstairs, but there was nobody there.
I checked all the windows and doors, but everything was
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secured and locked. With my son still in my arms,
as I was terrified to let him out of my sight,
I walked back to the kitchen to pour the soup
into a bowl, and the pot of soup was back
on the stove and at a rapid boil. I don't
recall if I ever told my mom what had happened,
but It was a very short time later that my
mom announced that we were moving. The following day, when
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our family was loading up our belongings into the truck,
I had walked to the mailbox to get our mail.
That's when a young boy, probably around the age of
eight years old, was riding his bike down the street.
He came up beside me and stopped, looked at me,
looked at the house, and then looked back at me
and said, you guys are moving out already. I told
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him yes, that we were moving, to which he replied, well,
if you didn't know when you moved in, you know
now that the house is haunted. Right then he just
rode away on his bike. To this day, I still
get shivers running through me when I think about that day.
Every detail of that time plays in my head as
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if it just happened. Before I continue. Please consider showing
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Please stay tuned and I'll be right back. After these
brief messages, our next experience comes to us from Manny,
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and Manny's experience is called When No One Was Home.
Manny says, Hey, Nick, I've been listening to your podcast
for about six months now, and I really enjoy hearing
your listener stories. Even though I get the creeps, sometimes,
it's nice knowing there are people out there who've had
similar experiences to the one I'm about to share with you.
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To give a little context, I live in Dallas and
this happened during peak COVID and I was fourteen at
the time. My school, like most schools around the world,
switched to online classes. My parents and my brother still
had to work since the rules didn't apply to their jobs,
so I would spend the entire morning by myself. One day,
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my mom woke me up as usual to get breakfast
before they left. Whenever she'd leave for work, she'd always
remind me to lock the door. Since I was still
young and there were a lot of weirdows in our area,
just so you know, our door had double locks, meaning
that if the key was removed from the lock on
the inside, it was impossible to open the door from
either side. Without the key. There was no way anyone
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could get in unless they broke the door down. So
after my parents left, I double locked the door like
they always told me to, and I turned on my
computer and I joined my Zoom class like usual. After
class ended, I decided to go to the bathroom, and
even though I was alone, I closed the door out
of habit And here's where things got a little weird.
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I usually scroll through social media while doing my business.
Don't ask me why, it's just something I do. This
is when I started hearing heavy footsteps. I didn't think
much of it at first, since I lived in an
apartment complex and it could have just been someone on
another floor. But then the footsteps stopped. About ten or
twenty seconds later, something or someone knocked on the bathroom
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door three soft knocks. Trying to stay calm, I told
myself it was just noise from another floor. But then
whatever it was hit the door three times, super hard,
like it was trying to break it down. I whispered
to myself, what the f is going on, and I froze.
I stood there for what felt like five minutes, just listening,
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waiting to see if it would happen again. I finished
my business and tried calling my parents to tell them
that someone might be in the apartment, but none of
them answered. I finally worked up the courage to leave
the bathroom and I grabbed the only quote unquote weapon
that I could find, which was a plunger, and I
slowly opened the door. I crept around the apartment, checking everything,
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but there was no one there. I checked every window,
The front door was still locked, no signs of a
break in. Nothing. I went to my room and waited
until my parents got home. Then I told them everything,
and they checked the entire apartment again, still nothing. That
was the only and hopefully last, unexplainable thing that has
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ever happened to me. One last thing that I'd like
to add is that, ever since that day, every time
I tell someone this story, my eyes get watery. But
I don't know why. If anyone else has experienced something similar,
please let me know, sincerely, Manny. This next experience comes
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to us from Cassandra, and Cassandra calls her experience the
Dark glob In the house for sale, Cassandra says it
was a small, non glamorous house built in what I
recall as the nineteen fifties on a long street that
was filled with similar houses. A little remodeling had been
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done to this house, but nothing special or over the
top to make me reach immediately for my check book.
As I and my real estate agent entered in February
of twenty twenty, there was no sign of the previous
owners whatsoever. Every spec of their existence had been removed
or relocated to somewhere else. How long had this house
been empty? I don't know. I was new to the
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area and anxious to get settled, but I don't leap
at every fly that comes along, and something told me
that it wouldn't be this house. The front door opened
to a small living room, then an odd kitchen, and
after a jog left and a step down, there was
a ho hum den, as if this had been a
cheap edition. Later on, I remember entering the backyard from here,
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but I was already not impressed, and I was ready
to move on to the next showing. As much as
I love gardens and patios and flowers and trees, there
was nothing of that, as if this house had no
life at all, inside or out. I took only a
few steps before coming back inside. My realtor and I
re entered the kitchen and walked to the hallway. In
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between the kitchen and living room, I looked down the
hallway and noticed that out of the four rooms adjoining
the hallway, only one door was closed. It was the
bedroom door at the end of the hallway and to
the left. Immediately I stopped and stared. My intuition said,
this isn't good. That door shouldn't be closed, especially when
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all the other doors are open. More importantly, who closed it?
Unbeknownst to me at the time, my reeltor's intuition told her,
I don't want to open that door, but but as
a real tour I'm obliged to show the house. As
we progressed down the hallway, first up was the bathroom
on the left, then a small bedroom on the right,
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and next to it was a small master bedroom with
a small bath typical of that time period. The only
thing left to look at was the room at the
end of the hallway on the left, the one with
the closed door. My reeltor opened the door and entered
the room, like all the others, was completely devoid of
anything personal. She talked about the bedroom and went to
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the closet doors to open them again. They were typical
of the time period. It was a small closet with
doors that slide left and right. I could see them
from the doorway of the room. As she did this,
I tried to enter the room, but my feet wouldn't budge,
not for nothing. I looked down at my feet that
were seemingly stuck to the floor and would not cross
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the threshold into that room. My feet stood stuck in
the doorway. In fifty eight years of living at that
time and having paranormal experiences out the wazoo for several years,
my feet have never refused to move. I asked them,
point blank, why have you stopped. I am bewildered. Tell
me what's going on. Simultaneously, as I looked at my feet,
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I began shouting out loud, I will not enter that room.
I will not enter that room. I cannot enter that room.
At the same time that I was shouting, my realtor
began shouting, I must get out of this room. I
must get out of this room, And like a linebacker.
She turned toward me, eyes as white as pies, and
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she started running directly towards me. Hew to my feet,
get out of here now. We both ran toward the kitchen,
where my realtor had left the house keys. We escaped outside,
and she nervously locked the door and returned the keys
to the odd location on the side of the house
that was attached to the gas meter, not the front door,
which is typical, which we both thought was very unusual.
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We stood there shaking in the front yard, short of
breath and asking each other over and over, what was that?
What was that? As we talked later in compared notes,
we both thought of just flat out running down the
street at full notch, even though both of our cars
were parked just feet away at the curb. We eventually
retreated to the street to get off the property, but
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it still took us a bit to calm down. Our
breathing was heavy and almost frantic. It took about thirty
minutes before either of us could drive. We then followed
each other out of the subdivision to ensure our safety.
There is a part two to this story. When I
hired the same realtor to sell the house, I eventually
bought in March of twenty twenty with her help. It
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was sold in April of twenty twenty five, and it
was filled to the top with paranormal activity. It affected me,
my new husband, and our new puppy every day. I
would love to tell you about it, if you would
be willing to hear it. There were voices, things flying
off shelves, the sound of metal clanging or wood rolling, visions,
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footsteps continually waking up at three a m. Whispers from
dark entities with names not our own, seeing former owners, portals,
physical attacks, and more. I also meditated years later, and
I was shown that there was a creature in that
first house that we toured that was a black like
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glob and it had tricked its way into a child's bedroom.
It was not a good entity, and if I had
been able to enter that bedroom, that door would have
shut and locked behind us. Before I bring tonight's episode
to an end, I'd like to thank all of our
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experiencers for coming forward with their stories, and of course
I truly appreciate each and every one of you for
listening and showing your support. With that said, I hope
you all have a wonderful rest of your evening, and
I'll be back in a few short days with more
tales of the unexplained, And until then, please remember, don't
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wait for the unknown to come to you, get out
there and find it.
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