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Speaker 1 (00:31):
Welcome back to Paranormal Mysteries, and thank you for joining
me as we explore the unknown. As always, I'm your host,
Nick Ryan. Let's begin tonight's journey with Ellie, who calls
their experience a grandfather's love and an unborn memory. Ellie says, Hei, Nick,
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I've been an avid listener of your podcast for a
couple of years now, and I figured that I would
like to contribute and share two of my stories. It's
not your typical story of shadow people, but rather one
of great love, and the other well, I'm not sure
how to classify it. First, a little background for my
first story. My grandparents made their home in a very
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small rural town on the outside of Austin, Texas. They
built their home from the ground up when my mom
was about seven years old and raised her and my
uncle in that house. When I was around two, my
mom divorced my dad and we moved in with my grandparents.
My grandfather was an amazing man. He knew just how
to make anyone smile. He loved the dance, loved to
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cut the grass, and he loved watching his hometown sports.
He worked for our hometown school as a maintenance man.
My five other cousins and I would see him and
call out for Grandpa. Therefore, all my friends did the
same thing until the whole school, spanning from high school
to elementary all called him Grandpa. Living with my grandparents,
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he was my brother and I father figure. He helped
raise us, taught us everything we needed to know, showed
up for us, and supported us through anything with unconditional love.
Me being the only granddaughter, I was absolutely a Grandpa's girl,
and needless to say, he greatly spoiled me growing up.
He was diagnosed with cancer when I was a child,
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along with many other health issues, and in the summer
of twenty fifteen, after battling cancer for thirteen years, he
passed away peacefully at the home that he built, surrounded
by all of his family. We were all absolutely heartbroken,
including our hometown community. Our family is Catholic and we
do believe in the paranormal, but my grandmother does not
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like to talk about it or watch anything that mentions
the paranormal, so we usually talk or watch shows when
she's not present. About two months after my grandfather passed,
my grandmother, brother, mom, and myself were all sitting in
the living room and watching TV. My grandmother got up
to get a glass of water, and we heard the
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loudest gasp of air come from the kitchen. We all
popped up from the couch and ran to my grandmother,
who was crying uncontrollably. She pointed to the calendar hanging
on the wall, and she said that she could see
my grandfather's face in the calendar, kind of like how
people see the virgin Mary in their toast. No one
else could see anything, but she kept saying over and over,
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he's here. We agreed with her to help calm her
down and said that he must have stopped by to
check in on her. In the months following, he made
his presence known, so we knew that he was still
with us. Some days out of nowhere, we would smell
the scent of fresh cut grass, even though we had
not cut the grass. He also had a distinct walk,
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kind of like a shuffle, and we could hear him
shuffling up and down the hallway. Due to the medical
condition he had, he also had a certain cough or
a grunt that he did to clear his throat. Every
so often, we would hear his cough or shuffle and
it would always stop us in our tracks, not in
a scared way, but just to stop and wait and
see if we could hear him more. But we never did.
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I moved out of the house when I was eighteen,
but I continued to visit my family almost every other
weekend over the years. My mom and grandma say that
they can hear him every now and then. However, it
has been some time since we have really felt him
at the house. It has now been ten years since
his passing. I am twenty five and I recently had
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my first child, a baby girl. The first time I
stayed at my grandma's house, it was me, my baby girl,
my mom, and my grandma. I slept in my mom's room,
which is down the hallway to the left. My grandma
slept in her room adjacent to my mom's room, and
my mom slept on the front couch. Of course, as
all babies do, my daughter woke up in the middle
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of the night for her bottle. I got up, walked
into the hallway, up to the kitchen, and started to
make the bottle. As I'm warming the bottle, I heard
shuffling coming from the hallway, thinking that it was my
grandma who heard the baby crying, and woke up. I
stick my head into the hallway, but I saw nothing.
I didn't make much of it, so I finished the
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bottle and I headed back to my room. As I'm
feeding my daughter, I feel this overwhelming sense of love
and a warm, comforting feeling. A scent of fresh cut
grass filled the room, and I knew then that my
grandpa was with me, admiring my daughter, as she was
the first baby to ever be in the house, and
she would have been his first great granddaughter, again, a
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little girl to spoil. I couldn't help but smile, and
I cried a bit, knowing that he was there to
tell me that he was with me and that he
was so happy to finally see his great granddaughter. Ellie's
Next Experience contains some very graphic details involving domestic abuse
as well as abortion and miscarriage, which may be triggering
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for some listeners. Discretion is advised. My next story has
given me some confusion for years. If you or anyone
knows what I experienced and can help give me some
clarification or explanation on it, I am open to anything.
My father was an abusive man. When my mom found
out she was pregnant. He told her that she should
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get an abortion and he wasn't ready for a baby.
My mom knew that she wouldn't ever terminate her pregnancy,
so my father would consistently beat her to try and
make her miscarry. One day, we went out to my
grandparents' house due to family members coming over to visit.
I was in the back room where the walls are
maroon and there are white curtains over the windows. The
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bed was in the far right corner, and in the
middle of the room are my mother and father. The
details of the room will become relevant later. They were
arguing about something and I was looking up at my
mom as she was pleading with him and crying and
bleeding from her mouth. My father her then hit her
in the face, causing her lips to get caught in
her braces, and he then throws a punch at my
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mother's stomach. She falls to the floor and he begins
to kick her. My grandpa, grandma, uncle, and cousin rush
into the room and they tackle my father to the floor, screaming,
hitting him, kicking him, and then dragging him out of
the room. My grandma rushes over to my mother on
the floor and helps her up. We then walk to
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the front of the house and we get into my
cousin's car. She is in the driver's seat crying and
telling us to hurry up. In the front yard, my grandpa,
great uncles and cousins are giving my father what he
deserves for beating a pregnant woman, and I just watch
as we drive away. We take my mom to the hospital,
where she is told that there is a high risk
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of her losing the pregnancy and she has to be
on complete bed rest for the remaining five months of
her pregnancy. She also had to get her lips taken
out of her braces surgically. It was a very long
and painful process. When I was around seven or eight,
I decided to talk to my family about that incident.
My father hadn't been in our lives for about six
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years at this point, and I felt like I needed
to tell them about what I had seen. When I
was telling them what I saw, they looked completely shocked,
and I mean their jaws dropped and their eyes were wide.
When I finished, they all said there was no way
that I could have a memory of that or saw
what happened because I wasn't even born. Yet, you see,
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my mother was pregnant with me at the time that happened.
But yet I told them exactly what happened in perfect detail,
even naming the exact family members who were there that day.
The back room I described had been turned into a
nursery for me. They painted the walls a shade of
pink and the curtains were a soft gray, which were
all done before my mom gave birth to me, So
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there was no way for me to have ever known
that it was maroon with white curtains. How could that be?
How do I recall something when I wasn't even born.
It has brought me a lot of con fusion over
the years. I can't explain how I remember that incident. However,
it is always stuck with me, like a bad core memory.
I have done a bit of research on babies in
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utero and what they can see, but it comes up
with the usual light sensitivities, and some babies can see faces,
but I have yet to find anything like what I saw.
I don't speak of this memory, especially with my family,
due to it having to deal with past trauma, but
it's something I seem to always remember and question why
I was able to see it happen. I believe that
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God allowed me to see what my mother endured for
a reason, but what reason specifically, I do not know. Again,
I am open to yours or anyone else's thoughts on this,
but ultimately I have to come to terms with not
ever having an explanation to how I had seen those
events without being born. Thank you for allowing me to
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tell my stories. I love listening to your podcast. Keep
up the good work and blessings to you and all
your listeners. Sincerely, hell Our next experience comes to us
from Jen and Jen's experience is called Front Lawn Ghost. Hi. Nick,
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I've been listening to your podcast for a couple of
weeks and I really love it. Thanks for doing this.
It was the late nineties. My mother, brother and I
were staying at my grandparents house in Prince Edward Island.
There is a middle bedroom with a double bed where
my mom would stay, and the end bedroom with two
twin beds where my brother and I would stay. I
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would always end up sleeping in my mom's bed with
her when I was young, but one morning at my
grandparents house, my mother and I woke up surprised to
see that my brother had climbed into bed with us
some time during the night. I think that I was
about five or six at the time and my brother
was eight or nine. At the breakfast table, my mom
asked my brother why he had gotten into bed with
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us in the middle of the night. He said that
around midnight, he woke up and looked out the window
in the end bedroom that faces the street. He said
that he saw a young man glowing around the edges,
standing on the street staring at him. The man then
ran around the side of my grandparents house towards the back.
My brother was so scared that he got into bed
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with us. My grandmother asked my brother how old the
man looked. My brother said that he looked to be
in his early twenties. My grandmother then asked what the
man had been wearing, and my brother said that it
was a leather jacket. My grandmother then proceeded to tell
us that a young man who lived across the street
had died in a motorcycle accident in town a few
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years earlier. He had been in his early twenties. My
brother would have never known about that man's passing, and
we were left to believe that he had seen his
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to have you here. Now. Please stay tuned and I'll
be right back. After these brief messages, our next experience
comes to us from Michelle, and Michelle had this to say,
Sometimes I just know things. The earliest memory I have
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of this is when I was four or five. My
brother is a year younger than me. We were on
the third floor of a house in Pennsylvania and it
had wooden shutters on the window that you could open
and close. My brother was swinging the shutters in and out,
which caused him to bend at the waist and lean
out the window when he opened them outward. I told
him several times to stop at but he didn't listen.
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I instinctively knew beyond the shadow of any doubt that
he was going to fall out of the window. I
got as close to him as I could, and I
started to think about how and where I would grab
him when he fell. Even though we were a year apart,
we were so close in size that I could wear
his clothes. I decided that I would grab him around
the waist, and it was at that moment that he
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fell headfirst out the window, three stories up, with concrete
directly below. I had grabbed him around the waist, but
I wasn't strong enough to hold him, and he started
slipping through my hands. Our mother was in the back
yard hanging laundry, and I screamed for her as loud
as I could, and she came running into the house
and up three flights of stairs. By the time she
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reached us, I literally had him by just one shoe string.
She pulled him in the window, and he never touched
the shutters ever again. A year later, we were living
in Maryland with my maternal grandparents. My mother started to
realize that I just knew things that I shouldn't. She
came home one day and told my grandmother watch this.
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She then pulled an ear ring out of her pocket
and showed it to me. She said, do you know
where the other ear ring is that matches this one.
It was then that I saw an image in my
head of the ear ring underneath the floor mat in
her car. So I said yes, and I ran outside
to retrieve it. After giving a tour, I went back
to playing, but I heard my grandmother say, so what
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she just saw you drop it? But my mother said no,
I just bought these today, and I hid the one
under the floor mat myself before I got home. My
next experience I call black mist. I've also seen and
heard the supernatural while at my grandmother's house. One day,
I was sitting in the living room and the hair
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on my neck rose. I knew something was behind me
and that it wasn't good. I turned and I saw
a black mist filling the room at the ceiling. Dark
foreboding feeling came over me, and something told me telepathically
that something terrible would happen to me before my eighth birthday,
and it did. My mother brought home her fiance for
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all of us to meet. Keep in mind, I was
always a well behaved and courteous child, and I was
looking forward to having a father figure in my life
once again, as my parents split up when I was
about three or four. However, when she came into the
room with this man and I saw him, I began
to scream and shake uncontrollably. I ran to my grandfather,
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climbed in his lap, and cried hysterically, asking him to
make him go away. I was terrified by what I
felt in his presence. My mother and grandparents were shocked
by my outburst. My stepfather was the most evil person
I ever met, and he would proceed to make my
life hell for the next eight years until I left
home at age fifteen. My next experience is called Bigfoot.
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Around this time, I was visiting my paternal grandparents, whose
property backed up to a marshy area at the edge
of a river, and it was bordered by woods on
one side. They had a mulberry tree in the back
yard that I would climb and gather berries for all
of us in a bucket. I was singing children's songs
and happily eating one berry and then putting one in
the bucket when I suddenly just knew that something was
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behind me. I whipped my head around, and about thirty
feet away from me stood something that I had never
seen before. A huge ape like creature stood head and
shoulders above the cat tails in the marsh, and it
was looking directly at me. It was black and covered
in hair, and I froze in terror. Something told me
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not to run, but after a few seconds of shock,
I slid my body around the trunk of the tree
and I started sliding down as slow as I could,
while watching him the whole time. He didn't move. I
almost got the feeling that he didn't want to scare
me any more than I already. Was kind of like
how we act when we come upon a baby bunny
rabbit so they don't die of fright. Sliding down the
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tree was severely scratching my arms and thighs, but I
didn't care. When my feet touched the ground, I started
backing up until I could turn and run to the
front door of the house. I burst inside, and my
brain could only think of one thing that matched what
I saw, and I yelled, King Kong is outside. I
yelled this several times, but my mother and grandmother were
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immersed in a conversation and they paid no attention to me.
I then ran around to all the windows to look
out but he had disappeared. I was so scared that
he would come back that I never went to the
backyard again. My mother and stepfather got married and we
moved into an apartment. One night, they had gone out
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to the movies and I was home alone. They had
left the curtains open in front of the balcony doors,
and it was dark. I had my back to the doors,
sitting at the dining room table, when the hair rose
on the back of my neck. Slowly stood up and
turned around. In the doorway, there was an image of
a young Native American boy, but the image was so
big it took up both doors. I was so scared
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that I ran out of the apartment and down the stairs.
A neighbor heard me crying in the hallway and came
out to see what was wrong. I was shaking, but
I managed to tell him that there was a face
in the balcony doors. He cautiously went inside but saw nothing.
I never saw the boy again or any other spirits
at the apartment. My next experiences I call the new
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house red Eyes and Goodbye Daddy. When I was about eight,
we moved into a house and this house was very active.
I was in the house for a few minutes, and
my mother told me that I was going to get
the master bedroom on the first floor and that she
and my stepfather would sleep upstairs. I was happy about
that because it was the biggest and brightest room, but
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somehow I spontaneously yelled no. I thought that I was
about to get the beating of a lifetime from my
stepfather for disobeying, but instead my mother just began moving
their things into the master bedroom as if it was
never a question. My first day at school after the move,
one of my best friends told me that she had
a dream about our new house. She described the interior
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exactly and said that in my room she saw two
red eyes, and she said that something evil was in there,
and she was scared for me. One winter morning, I
was getting ready for school at about six a m.
It was dark outside, and my stepfather left and started
his car to get ready for work. From the bedroom
window across the hall from me, I heard a young
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girl's voice say good bye, daddy, and I froze. My
mother yelled up the stairs, asking if that was me,
and I said no, but I'm really glad that you
heard it too. She then said, oh, it's probably just
some kids playing outside, but again it was six a m.
And dark outside in the winter. There were never any
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kids out there at that time of the morning. My
next experience is called out of body experience. I would
have dreams that I was levitating all the way to
the ceiling, and when I woke up, I would fall
back into my bed and into my body. During one
of these episodes, I thought that I would touch the
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ceiling tiles, and that I would do so again when
I woke up to see if it felt the same.
It did. I stood up on my chair and I
felt the tiles. They felt sandy, gritty, and scratchy, just
like they did in my quote unquote dream. One year
round the fourth of July, I was home alone and
watching TV. The window behind me was open and a
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very mild breeze was blowing. It was hot out but
cooling down after sunset. I then heard someone coming down
the sidewalk and whistling a tune that I had never
heard before. The footsteps then turned into our walk and
came around the side of the house by the open
window behind me. They walked along the side of the
house into the backyard. I caught the scent of a
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dark ale or beer. Then the footsteps went past, and
I heard the sound of a gate opening and creaking
and then shutting. However, we didn't have a gate. This
next experience is called the pilot. I was at a
friend's house right down the street from our house. I
was up in their room with them when their mother
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called them for dinner and said that I had to leave.
They didn't want me to leave, so they told me
to just hide behind the front door and that we
could go upstairs and play when they were done eating.
So I was standing behind the door at the base
of the steps when a man walked out of their
room and came down the steps. He turned to me
and smiled, and he then went out the screen door.
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I immediately came out from behind the door, and I looked
to see which way he would go, but he was
gone vanished. When my friends finished dinner, we went up
to their room and I asked them who the man
was that had been upstairs, but they didn't know what
I was talking about. I then described what he looked like,
and that he was wearing a blue suit, a blue hat,
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and a silver pin on the left side that looked
like wings. They then looked at each other and said
the pilot simultaneously. They then explained to me that they
had been using a Ouiji board and talking with someone
that identified themselves as a pilot who had apparently died
in a plane crash not too far from the house.
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Thanks for all you do and for sharing everyone's stories.
As someone who has experienced the supernatural, I am obsessed
with all things paranormal, and I find that there is
always more to learn. Before I bring tonight's episode to
an end, I'd like to thank all of our experiencers
for coming forward with their stories, and as always, I
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truly appreciate each and every one of you for listening
and showing your support. Them said, I hope you have
a wonderful rest of your evening, and I'll be back
in just a few short days with more tales of
the unexplained. And until then, please remember, don't wait for
the unknown to come to you. Get out there and
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find it.