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Speaker 1 (00:16):
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 Benny, who calls their experience
Haunted Farmhouse. Benny says this is a recollection of the

(00:36):
many happenings that occurred while living in an old farmhouse
in south central Michigan. These events span three years from
twenty twenty one to twenty twenty four, and when taken individually,
the fear factor is low. However, upon reflection of these
events in totality, I felt a pit of unease and
fear well up inside of my being. The spooky old

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farmhouse is set on approximately sixty acres and the property
includes a few barns and outbuildings, and it lies firmly
within Amish territory. While I do not know the exact
age of the house itself, it was one hundred plus
based on the fieldstone foundation and the dirt floor in
the basement. Now, all old houses contain flaws that may

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explain many oddities which occur. One example being the constant
swinging of my aprons that were hung in the kitchen,
which were likely caused by a draft from one of
the windows. With all the occurrences in the house, my
first thought was to find the natural explanation. As time
went on, however, the explanation to a few experiences were

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difficult to find. One of the more common happenings was
things falling off or being moved on the kitchen counters,
including silverware, food, paper, towel rolls, et cetera. While I
typically chalk this up to the many mice that we
had in the home, the repetitive nature was unsettling. The
next uncomfortable event was doors being open. Three times I

(02:04):
left for work and came home to exterior doors wide open.
I did have a habit of not locking or sometimes
even fully closing the back door and instead just closing
the screen door, so the fact that this door was
wide open was not too startling. The same, however, cannot
be said about the side door, which was not a
door that I ever used, and it remained constantly locked

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with a dead bolt. How that door was flung wide
open when I returned home from work is a mystery,
and it caused me to sweep my house looking for intruders.
The same thing happened to my basement door a couple times,
which was old and you had to yank the door
knob up a bit to open it. The house only
lost power twice, and after the first time, I learned

(02:48):
that the home had its own power pole behind the
garage that ran power to the house, barns, and garages. Therefore,
whenever I lost power in the home, I just had
to go to the pole to reset the b The
second time that I lost power was creepy, but it
could be traced back to coincidence. You see, we were
three days into a massive snow and ice storm, to

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the point where the snow and ice was beginning to
melt and puddle everywhere. I was home as we had
a snow day from the school that I worked at,
and we had lost power mid day. Again, this was
only the second time losing power in three years, and
it came days after the giant storm. So I walked
out to the pole and switched the breaker. I couldn't

(03:31):
see the house from the pole, so I had to
walk back in to see if I had effectively reset
the power. I walked back toward the house and I
saw the front light was on. Immediately upon re entering
the house, though, the power flipped back off, so I
repeated the pattern three more times. This happened four times
that I lost power, reset the breaker, and then lost

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power again within seconds of walking back into the house.
The creepiest moment, which still raises my hairs anytime I
recount it, occurred one night as I was sitting on
the couch and watching TV. The staircase leading upstairs to
the two bedrooms was directly behind the living room, separated
by a wall, so I was sitting with my back

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to the wall stairs behind my back, and the bedrooms upstairs. Upstairs,
in one of the bedrooms was a little crawl space
for storage, which had a door cut out to fit
the opening with no handles. When using this door, you
just kind of swung it shut as best you could. Well,
all of a sudden, a loud banging noise came from

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the bedroom behind me and up the stairs. It was
a loud bang followed by a few quieter bangs. These
bangs repeated eight to ten times, with each bang causing
more fear and worry. Now, this particular week had been
abnormally windy, and there was a window facing that crawl
space door, so after considering every possible explanation. I landed

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with wind gusts causing that door to open and then
swing shot. So I grabbed my handgun because I was terrified,
and I walked upstairs to close the window, half expecting
to see someone or some thing standing in the bedroom.
When I got upstairs, the window was open, and before
closing it, I felt for the breeze entering the room,

(05:17):
but it was minimal. I went over and pushed the
cross space door open to see if the window could
somehow shut it, but after a minute of watching, it
remained closed, even after many gusts entered the window. So
window shut. I head back down the stairs to the couch,
hoping that the activity would cease. However, the door continued

(05:38):
to open and shut for the next hour or so,
each time with more of a time gap between. I
slept on the couch the rest of the night with
my handgun close by for comfort. The final occurrence was
seeing an or blank ball of light in my bedroom
as I was lying in bed. It was straight ahead
of me, and it was bright and round like a

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light bulb, and it kind of bobbed in the air.
Then it vanished. When considering all these events, at once.
It causes me some concern to consider that something might
have been causing all of them. Then again, they could
all have simple natural explanations. I moved out of that
house last year when I got married and I moved

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into my wife's house. I kept some things stored in
the farmhouse in agreement with the owners, who did not
plan to rent it out to anyone new. About a
month after moving out, though, I received a message from
the owners asking me to come and remove the remainder
of my things out of the house because they were
moving back into the home in order to make some repairs.

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When I entered the home to gather my things, a
shot of dread shot through my body, and all the
hairs on my arms stood on end. Looking across the
interior walls, there were huge gaps and seams across the
dry wall. The walls over the stairs had shifted, causing
creeks and moans. Everywhere we walked. Footers had slipped and
stuck out over the staircase. My wife and I got

(07:04):
my things and we quickly left. Now I had one
person at work who would compare creepy stories with me
from her home, and upon telling her of this, destruction.
Her first comment was, maybe they were mad that you left. Well,
I don't know if this was happenstance an old home
falling into disrepair, or if there actually was something in

(07:25):
that house that was upset that I left. Our next
experience comes to us from Tina, and Tina's story is
called Saying Goodbye to Mom. I just found your podcast
and shared it with my sister and we've enjoyed listening.

(07:47):
My sister and I have had many experiences from childhood
to adulthood. Intuition and sensitivity run deep in our family.
This is the most standout experience to me. At the time,
I lived in Kansas and my mom still lived in
my childhood home in San Diego, where a huge Mexican
family and were raised Catholic. My mom was at the

(08:08):
end of her journey with stage four lung cancer. December
twenty nineteen, I had received a call from my dad
suggesting that I come home. Mom was sleeping a lot
and not eating anymore. My eldest son and I flew
home to San Diego on Tuesday, December tenth. In the afternoon.
Days prior to me flying in, my mom would wake

(08:31):
up and would ask if I had arrived. She was sleeping,
and we entered her room. I kissed my aunt and
had a short conversation. When my mom woke up, I
was sitting next to her bed. She turned and was
surprised to see me and my son. I kissed her
and gave her a gentle hug to her frail body.
This was the total opposite of the mom in my memories.

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My mom was always a very strong person and always
looked bigger than me, but not this time. The day
the disease had taken her and it had robbed her body.
She sat up and said hi, tea, and to my surprise,
she asked, are you going to be okay? This threw
me off guard. I knew the reason that I was
coming back. It was to help my mom transition to heaven.

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I tried to be strong and I replied yes, Mom.
She then laid back down, and she stayed awake until bedtime.
December eleventh, Wednesday, Mom woke up late morning and then
fell back asleep. My son and I had to move
her to the center of the bed to keep her
from sliding out. We carefully slid our hands under her

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body while she slept and moved her to the center
of the bed and wedged between pillows for safety. She
let out a moan of discomfort and was awakened. That
evening was painful for her. I went into my bedroom
to get my phone to call hospice for instructions. I
had left the light on and went back to my
mom's bedroom with my son, and my dad was in

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the garage watching TV. I finished the conversation with my son,
who was standing next to me, and he says to me,
did you see that? And I said, no, what? And
he said, the light just went off in your bedroom. Now,
we were still in my mom's bedroom and I could
not explain it, nor did we feel any kind of fear.

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As we settled in for the night, my son and
I decided to sleep in her room. Around ten thirty pm,
my son heard footsteps coming down the hallway. My dad
was already in his room with the door closed and
fast asleep. No one else was in the house besides me,
my son, dad, and my mom. Everyone was accounted for.

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My son peeked out of the room and then walked
down the hallway, seeing no one. He then asked me,
did you hear that? I was busy tending to my
mom and I hadn't heard anything. Roughly an hour later,
he laid down in the air mattress facing the doorway
of my mom's room. He then saw a dark shadow
that passed by the doorway going in to my bedroom

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where I had left the light. On December twelfth, Thursday,
Mom was sleeping and stayed asleep all day and night,
and I was on a scheduled rotation giving her meds.
At eleven PM, I was giving her the meds and
I was standing at the table between her bed and
the closet when I saw a shadow standing next to me.

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I didn't feel any bad energy, but it was like
a person was watching over us. I turned my head
and it was gone. Then I turned to my mom
with the dropper of medicine when I saw sparkles over
her head. I was mesmerized again, feeling no fear. I
asked my son, did you see that? But my son
said no. Both of us were just amazed at the

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activity that was going on in the bedroom. Friday, December thirteenth,
Mom slept all day. At this point, she was comfortable,
no pain, and her heart rate was okay. That night,
my sister said that she would be over for the
night rotation for medicines. It was evening before my sister arrived.

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We finished dinner and were watching TV. All of a sudden,
the lamp across the room blinks on and off a
couple of times. We looked at each other and I
decided to check the light bulb. However, everything was fine.
Pay attention to this lamp at the end. That's when
I felt my instinct kick in and I had to
check on Mom. I walked into her bedroom and she

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was doing just fine. She was sleeping and feeling no pain. Saturday,
December fourteenth, Mom slept comfortable with no pain. Her breathing
pattern had slowed. The hospice nurse checked her, and my
sister came over for the nightly meds on Sunday, December fifteenth.
By five am, Mom's breathing was sporadic. It was her time.

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We gathered around her bed so she would feel our
presence of support, and at five forty eight am, Mom
became an angel. Around six thirty am, we were sitting
in the kitchen. Everyone was sitting around the island when
the same lamp with no problem blinked a couple of
times again. Everyone looked at it and then looked at

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each other. I said, that is Mom letting us know
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(13:58):
our next experience us from Fern and Fern's experience is
called Voices at Night. Hello, Nick, I hope all is well.
I have been enjoying your podcast on long drives lately.
I'm writing about an experience I had as a teenager,
when I was maybe fifteen or sixteen. My mother and

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I have always been somewhat in tune with energies and
were both a little superstitious. There isn't much context needed
to tell the story, so I don't think any of
it is particularly related to my location or my upbringing.
Since childhood, I have had very vivid dreams and nightmares,
including instances of sleep walking, but no sleep paralysis or

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night terrors. One night, at about two in the morning,
I was having what I think was a dream. There
were no visuals, but I heard a woman with a
gruff voice say, pay attention to the object about to
fall if you want to live until the morning. As
soon as I heard this, I snapped awake. At the
same time, I'm a piece of wood that had been

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standing against my desk fell. I sat there, stunned for
a moment, but ultimately I went back to sleep. I
didn't feel particularly scared at all. I just thought that
it was cool. When I woke up in the morning,
I got up and checked the sea if the board
had actually fallen, and sure enough it had. For context,
it was a flat piece of plywood that had been

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leaning against a solid wall of the desk, and there
was no real reason that it should have fallen like that.
I'm not sure what the woman was trying to protect
me from, but it was eerie for sure. Like I said,
I tend to have very vivid and interesting dreams, as
well as a few interesting experiences during sleep. Another instance

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is from when I was around the same age. I
had kept an old key that my mother kept from
her travels to Africa hanging above my bed on a cord.
I awoke from a dream to find it swinging from
side to side on its own accord. This felt much
more frightening somehow than the woman's voice. As far as
I know, the key was from a hotel in Kenya,

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though I don't know the name or the location, or
if it even still stands. I have a final instance,
which may fit into the category of missing time or
something else entirely. These instances all occurred around the same
time in my life as a teenager. I was laying
awake in bed, just sitting with my lamp on. I
blinked and suddenly the lamp had turned off, and it

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was about four hours later, and I hadn't moved. I
didn't feel like any time had passed at all. It
was really strange, and I've never had this occur before
or since. I kept all my doors locked at night,
and it would have been impossible for someone else to
have come in and turned the lamp off. Despite a
good handful of strange experiences, I've never felt crazy or

(16:48):
been too scared. I grew up in an environment that
was safe for me to express my fears and experiences,
which is really lucky. Me and my mother are really
close and have always felt the same sort of energies,
like being able to tell which booths in the antique
mal have something bad in them, or being able to
tell which spots in the woods have bones, that kind

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of thing. Thank you for reading my submission. Our next
experience comes to us from Sharon, and Sharon's story is
called Old Soldiers Don't Die, They just annoy you in
the kitchen. Sharon says, hello, Nick, I really enjoy your

(17:32):
podcast while I'm on my way to work in the morning.
And though I love the paranormal, I have had very
few experiences. I live in a moderate sized city on
the Mississippi River, and not a whole lot happens here.
I don't have any really dramatic experiences, but there is
one that stands out in my mind that I still
have not quite explained to this day that I would

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like to share. I can't really give you the name
of the place that I worked at. They are government owned,
so they have a lot of NDAs to, but it
was a nursing home for the military. You had to
have been a member of the military or married to
a member of the military in order to be admitted
there as a resident. It was a huge place with
several buildings that takes up quite a large section of

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the area, and there's even a small petting zoo. Peacocks
freely roam the grounds. There's a large pond to fish in,
and it's a very beautiful area. I worked in the
building that housed a diner like situation where even though
they had meals served at the cafeteria on a regular basis,
it is an actual little diner or restaurant on the
property that they could go to and get something else

(18:35):
to eat, or even ice cream or a snack or
something along those lines. I believe it was one of
the few buildings that never housed residents. It was always
used as a restaurant, meeting place, or dance hall type
building because there was a very large room out front
of the restaurant that they would have meetings and get
togethers in. The original buildings were built in the late

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eighteen hundreds or early nineteen hundreds and had seen a
lot of soldiers come in and go. The diner itself
was not very large, and the kitchen was separated by
a large wall. Behind that wall was where a huge
freezer and refrigerator was, and on the opposite side of
the wall was where the sink and prep area was.
When you walked around the wall, you were back in

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the kitchen or the oven fryer, grill, another little refrigerator,
and the area where they could buy sodas and stuff
like that was that when this experience happened, I was
in the area where the sink was located. Now, mind you,
Like I said, there was a wall between us and
the kitchen, and you had to go around the corner
through the door to get into the kitchen. So I

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was standing at the sink doing dishes and my brother
was working with me at the time. He had come
up to ask me something and I was standing there
talking with him, and this is when I felt something
tap or gently hit the back of my leg. I
looked down and there was a long, narrow, plastic tube
looking thing on the floor by my feet. Puzzled, I
picked it up and I asked my brother, did you

(19:59):
throw this at me? But he said no, I was
standing right here, which he was, so there was no
way he could have thrown it at me. Now, we
had another coworker at the time who was also our
delivery driver. The campus was so large that we literally
had to have someone with a car to drive through
the outer buildings to deliver food. We'll call him Mike.

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During this experience, Mike was in the office area, which
was in a hall behind the kitchen. So I hollered
to him, did you throw something at me? But he
said no, why I then showed him the little black
tube and I said what is this and he says, well,
it looks like the handle to our can opener. I
looked around and I said where is the can opener

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and he said it's hanging up where it usually is.
So I looked around the corner and sure enough, the
can opener was hanging up on its hook on the
wall and it was missing its handle. Now I would
have been facing toward the wall that the can opener
was on when the handle hit me on the leg,
so there was no way that thing could have fallen
and hit me because the angle would have been all wrong. However,

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I told myself it was just loose and that it
fell off and then bounced and hit me. I tried
to find a valid reason for the handle to come
off the can opener, go around a ninety degree angle
and then hit me in the leg, but I couldn't
find one. When I had to put it back on,
I had to literally force it on because it would
not easily slide back on. I then said to myself,

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did our ghost just hit me in the leg with
a can opener handle? And if so, why would he
do that? Then I remembered something from earlier that day.
When I was in the kitchen. We had a whiteboard
that was propped up against the counter that had the
daily specials on it. It had been sitting there all
week and not been touched or moved when it suddenly
toppled and fell onto the kitchen floor. I was very

(21:50):
busy at that time, making a bunch of call in orders,
and when I reached over and picked the board back up,
I hollered, knock it off, George. I don't have time
for this today. You see, we had a ghost in
our building that we called George. Now I don't know
if that was actually his name or not, but that's
what we called him. So then I thought to myself.

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Maybe George wasn't too happy with me for yelling at
him that morning, and he was letting me know. So
I just kind of stood in the kitchen and I
said out loud, I'm sorry that I yelled at you, George.
Please don't throw stuff at me anymore. I moved on
to another job about six months after that, and even
though we did have random things that happened around the kitchen,

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like the sound of pots and pans moving and the
sound of a stack of pots being dropped, we would
always find that nothing had fallen. We would also find
doors and cabinets that had been left open, and I
would get accused of leaving them open when I left
the night before. However, I know perfectly well that they
were closed when I left. Nothing was ever thrown at

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me again. That was the only unexplained thing that ever
happened to me, But it didn't frighten me. It just
made me realize that ghosts may have feelings too, and
they don't like having their feelings hurt. Before I bring
tonight's episode to an end, i'd like to thank all

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of our experiencers for coming forward with their stories, and
of course I truly appreciate each and every one of
you for listening and showing your support. With that said,
I hope you have a wonderful rest of your evening
and I'll be back soon with more tales of the unexplained.
Until then, stay open minded and stay safe, because, after all,

(23:35):
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