Phantom Faces, Something Upstairs & A Voice From The Grave | 446 - Paranormal Mysteries

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Tonight's episode is brought to you by my newest supporter, Peter.
Thank you so much for making the show possible. Welcome

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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 Jen, who calls
their experience not Alone. Jen says, Hello, Nick, I shared

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one experience before, but I believe it's crucial for people
to hear more than just the sensational paranormal stories. Sometimes
the supernatural is quiet, even unspectacular. Maybe that's why there
are so many capital s skeptics out there. Well, life's
been lifing, as they say, but I'm finally getting a
chance to share another unexplainable experience. My first experience in

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two thousand and seven or two thousand and eight first
really opened my eyes to at least believing that spirits, ghosts,
incorporeal beings, or whatever you believe they are could exist
in this world. Not until two thousand and nine did
my next clear experience happen. In late two thousand and eight,
life had gotten very difficult for my sister at the time.

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We worked together in the same hospital pharmacy in the
metro area of Denver, Colorado. She had just gotten through
a divorce and she was solely responsible for the mortgage.
Her ex got the dog, and she got the two
cats that she brought with her into the marriage. Being
as close as we are, I moved into her basement
to help her with her home, and I also brought

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my two cats. Her home was a ranch style with
two small bedrooms and one bathroom. From the front door,
you walk into the living room that flows into the
dining room. From the dining room, on the left is
the kitchen, and straight through the dining room is a
partial patio area converted into a family room. If you
continue through the kitchen and turn left, you would see

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a side door to the driveway on your right, and
on the left side were the stairs leading to the basement.
Now to the right of the dining room is a
tiny little hallway. If you were to turn down that hallway,
it is really only big enough for three doors. On
the left is the bathroom. Straight ahead is a bedroom,
and on the right the master bedroom. I wanted the

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basement even if it was unfinished, because I worked over
nights so it would be cooler quieter and darker in
the day. It also had the benefit of giving me
some of my own space. Then, a few months after
moving in, my sister was laid off from work because
the company had decided to reduce all staff across the
entire hospital in the summer of two thousand and nine.

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She picked up the pieces and went back to school
and started to date someone and then started staying with
him often. This left me at home alone, still working
overnight at the hospital and taking care of our four cats.
My only complaint was that at times it was three
cats too many. Honestly, though, we were all in a
good place again, and I really did love all the

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fur babies. When living in her basement, I'd occasionally hear
a thump or a noise above me. Her cats usually
stayed upstairs, so I'd brush off the occasional noise as
the cats getting the zumies or jumping on or off
of something. It could have also been the exposed pipes
between our floors, or it was just the noise of
a house built in the fifties settling. I'm still a

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lowercase s skeptic, so in my mind, there is typically
a logical reason or possibility for the noises that I
would occasionally hear. Then, however, came a moment that truly
made me pause. I watched my sister's cat perform that
familiar feline ritual of walking directly towards someone, then making

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me you turn to rub up against their leg. Only
she rubbed up against nothing. She stumbled, regained her footing,
and then sniffed the empty air where an invisible presence
seemed to be. She looked utterly baffled, and in that
moment I thought, huh, maybe I'm not alone here after all. Still,

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I tried to stay grounded. I didn't want to overthink
every creek, nor did I want to scare myself unnecessarily.
I reasoned that if there was something here, it didn't
seem malicious. I never felt anything negative nor positive. Life
went on without any further incident until a day in
late summer or early fall. My mom was coming to

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pick me up for a shopping trip. My sister had
given her a spare key, and after we hung up,
Mom said that she was about ten minutes away. I
was tidying up and getting ready to check on the cats.
My two cats were downstairs with me, and that's when
I heard them clear, precise footsteps directly above me walking

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through the living room. Hey, Mom, i'll be up in
a minute, I called out, as I was a little
surprised that she had arrived so quickly. The footsteps continued
and were now in the dining room. This was odd,
as Mom would usually acknowledge me, but maybe she needed
the bathroom. Hey, I'll be right there, I called again,
listening as the distinct steps now moved into the kitchen.

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Any second I expected her to peek around the corner
or for someone to appear. My mom, after all, had
a long heeled broken ankle, and she never wore hard
soled shoes. However, no one peeked around the corner, and
the footsteps stopped. I stood at the bottom of the stairs,
heart pounding and braced for someone to pop around the

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corner and scare me. Silence, no reply from my mom.
My mind immediately jumped to a break in, so I
grabbed the baseball bat that I kept for protection, and
I cautiously crept upstairs, still expecting to find someone in
the kitchen. But there was no one. The side door
was locked. I checked every room, every window, even behind

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the shower curtain. My sister's two cats lay sound asleep
on her bed, blinking blearily at me. The front door
was still shut. No one was there. I went back downstairs,
grabbed my phone and tried an EVP session, reasoning that
just because no one was physically there, that didn't mean
that no one was present. However, I got nothing. When

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my mom finally pulled up, I was already upstairs, holding
the front door open. Mom, I asked, were you just here?
She looked at me, confused, and of course she hadn't
been so to any skeptic capital s or lower s.
If it wasn't my mom, if it wasn't the cats,
and it clearly wasn't a break in the thought that

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truly made my heart raise, then what was it my
own imagination or the footsteps of someone or something from
another plane? Perhaps it was a former resident. I have
no tangible proof, just my word and this inexplicable experience.
Thanks Nick for all you do. I've been searching for

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more paranormal podcasts, but they all feel phony or too polished.
Are they just fictional scary stories or actual experiences? I
know from a fact that you read the experiences as
they are sent to you. I, as per usual, had
a change in my thought mid sentence while writing in
my last submission, and I didn't catch it, but you

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read it as it was little error and all your
podcast has ruined all other paranormal shows for me. Thanks
a lot, lol. I've got more to share, but with
my little squirrel brain, it's been hard to focus and
get them down and sent into you. I promise I will,
though it will just take some more time. From a

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faithful listener, Jen Jen, I appreciate your kind words, and
I'm glad that you enjoy the podcast. I will say
that there are many great podcasts out there that I
believe are genuine. Everyone has a little different style of
how they present experiences or narrate a story, and I
don't think there's necessarily a right or wrong method of

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doing it. There are times when even my favorite podcasters
can irritate me with how they relay a story, or
perhaps it's just the experience itself that hits my brain
a certain way and just doesn't really seem believable. That said,
there are those moments when a story resonates so deeply
with me that I'm reminded of why I listen to
different podcasts. Sometimes it's the experience itself, but other times

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it's how the host presents it that truly opens my
mind mind, and I believe that that's what most of
us that host a podcast strive for. I guess what
I'm trying to say is that although there are questionable
sources out there, don't let it deter you from exploring
all of the amazing podcasters out there that are doing
their best to shed a little bit more light on
the unexplained. And again, I am truly happy to know

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that you've found that connection with my podcast, So thank you.
Our next Experience of the Night comes to us from Valerie,
and Valerie says, hello, Nick. I have been listening to
your podcast for several months now. Every story that you
feature is so interesting, and I knew that I had

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to share mine. Back in twenty nineteen, some family and
I were in Savannah, Georgia for a couple of days
before heading to Charleston, South Carolina for a cousin's wedding.
The cousin that I was in Savannah with asked me
if I would do a ghost tour with her that night.
I will say that I do love here tearing everyone's
stories about the paranormal, but I do not wish to

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experience anything myself. However, she convinced me to go with her.
We started in a place called Poe's Tavern, where we
met our host and she gave us a briefing about
what to expect for the evening. She told us that
she would tell us some stories that were true and
some that were a little hokey, just for entertainment value.

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There was also a guy in the tour who claimed
that he was a paranormal magnet. This will come into
play later. Now. The way that Savannah is designed is
that you have the downtown area and the river front
separated by long sets of stairs. In order to access
the river front, you have to descend those stairs. Underneath

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them is what I would call open air cellars that
are comprised of concrete walls. We stopped in a couple
of those rooms and the host shared stories with us.
When we left, I approached the host with a question
regarding that guy that claimed that he was a paranormal magnet.
I wanted to know if he was a plant or
if he was an actual guest on the tour, and

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she said that he had booked the tour just like
everyone else. She then said, by the way, someone caught
a picture of you and someone else in one of
those rooms because they thought they saw something. She then
pointed the gentleman out to me and I approached him,
asking to see the picture. Now, the tour was pretty
fast moving, so we didn't have time to exchange information,

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but I asked him if I could take a picture
of his picture with my phone. When we got back
to the hotel, we looked at it and kind of
dismissed it because we didn't really see anything except for
a ray of light which was above our heads. Fast
forward to a few days after I got home and
I was looking at the picture with a friend of
mine who was wicked and is quite sensitive to paranormal phenomena.

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He pointed out that there were faces making themselves present
in the picture. Some of the faces can be explained
away by patterns in the concrete, but some of them
are very clearly defined and things that I cannot unsee now.
I showed it to another friend who made the observation
that there was an apparition standing behind the guy that
was next to me. I don't know why I didn't

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see it before, but you can clearly see the top
of someone's head, hair, shoulders, and what seems to be
a puffy sleeve like an old nightgown. There is no face.
It's standing directly behind the guy that's next to me
and to the left. The eeriest part of the story
is that when we left those rooms, the guy that

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was the paranormal magnet claimed that there was a little
girl in one of them. He said that she didn't
mean any harm and that she just wanted to be noticed,
and that she was waving to everybody. I truly believe
that little girl made herself seen in the photo. Thank
you for your time and for sharing my story. Valerie

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sent me the picture that she mentioned, and of course
I've added a link in the show notes where you
can see it for yourself. Before I continue, Please consider
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Please stay tuned and I'll be right back. After these

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brief messages, our next experience of the night comes to
us from Jaman, and Jaman says, hey, Nick, I hope
you have been well, and it's very good to be
writing back in. I really hope this story makes it
and I think it's a really good one. To add
to my previous stories in episode three, six sixty nine,

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which were entitled Frozen in Fear and Ghost of Dad's Touch.
My first story is called Spirit stomps through the House
and a Baby Cries. I was nineteen years old and
I had just graduated high school. I was living at
my grandmother's house, and it was a very old home

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that was built in the late nineteen tens, and it
was converted into a house from a gas station. I
always got a really creepy vibe in this house. It
was just one of those houses that had a very
heavy air and a weird atmosphere to it. I can't
really explain it, but I know that some people will
understand what I'm talking about. I had to stay in
this house alone a lot as my grandmother worked late

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night shifts, or she wouldn't be home until early in
the morning. Usually it was a regular night. I was
in the bedroom with the ac going keeping it cool.
I was watching a movie on my laptop and playing
my guitar. I know this sounds weird, but I didn't
like hearing any sounds in the house. I was always
so anxious and nervous being there alone at night. I

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know that some people will say all of that noise
happening could have caused me to hear something that wasn't there,
but that was definitely not the case. As I was
sitting in the bedroom, I heard the front door open
and the screen door slam closed. I then heard heavy,
loud footsteps go through the living room, passed my door,
and into my grandmother's room across from mine. As the

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footsteps went by and approached closely to her bedroom, I
heard her bedroom door open. This, however, didn't FaZe me
at all, and it actually made me relieved that my
grandmother was home and that I wasn't alone anymore. I
quickly and happily got up to greet her and ask
her how her shift was at work. However, her bedroom
light was off, and the lights in the house were

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still off, and I got a really deep dark feeling
within myself. That classic sense of dread and doom overcame
my body right then and there. I told myself that
if my grandmother was not home, that I would leave
immediately and walk to the gas station where an old
friend of mine was working. As I approached the front
door to look outside and see if my grandmother's car

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was there, As you can guess, it was not. The
sensation that I felt was maybe the most scared I've
ever been having a paranormal experience. I know what I heard,
it was there, but the house was empty and I
was all alone. I then quickly rushed over to the
gas station on foot, and I told my friend about

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what happened, and I told him that I would wait
outside on the bench until his shift was over. He
laughed at me at first, but he could see how
pale and scared I was, and he believed me. He
then went on to tell me that when he had
stayed the night with me a few weeks before, he
had woken up in the middle of the night to
the faint sound of a baby crying, and he said

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that it came from the direction of my grandmother's room. Well,
that almost scared me more than what happened. It was
really horrified. A lot of instances like that happened in
that house, and I will never forget it. She doesn't
live there anymore, and I'm honestly glad that house had
a really dark vibe to it. And I also wanted

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to add that my father's ashes were in her closet
and he wore big boots that made a loud thumb.
My next experience is called Angry Grandpa's Ghost. My second
story involves a night at my friend's house. It was
a fun night. Me and my brother had a few beers,

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We played guitar all night, and we watched funny videos
on YouTube. We talked extremely loud, and we laughed even louder.
This was a regular weekend night, except my friend's parents
were out of the house and my friend was with
them as well. I had been tasked with house sitting
that entire week by myself. That house also has some

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really weird vibes, but I've grown up there, so I've
gotten used to it. A few years prior to this
occur recurrence, both of my friend's grandparents had lived there
until their final days, and they both eventually passed away
not too far between each other. Well, we were upstairs,
staying in the room that my friend's grandfather had passed
away in. We were talking and being loud and having fun,

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just laying down. It was one of those classic good
late night hangs. I also want to preface this by
saying that we were not extremely hammered or super inebriated.
We had not done drugs, but we did have a
few beers. I was lying on the floor on a
little air mattress and my brother was laying up in
the bed. It was about three in the morning, and

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as we talked, we heard a loud slam on the
desk in the bedroom. I thought that it was my
brother and I looked up, and that's when I saw
the plants on the table shaking. I then looked over
at my brother and he looked at them as well,
and he was horrified. Neither of us had done this.
This house doesn't have any rodents or any issues of
infestation like that. There's no animals there live in this house,

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and it's not super creaky either. I immediately thought about
how my friend's grandfather had passed away in that bedroom,
and I then thought about how we were being extremely
loud in the middle of the night. It scared us
both so bad that we left and we went downstairs.
My brother left the house altogether, leaving me alone. It

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was extremely scary, but I like to think that it
was his grandfather's way of saying, be quiet, it's three
in the morning. Thank you for giving me a platform
to tell my stories. Nick, and I do have a
few more. If you or the listeners like my stories
and would like to hear more, just reach out as
I would love to tell them. I hope everyone has

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a safe and happy night, and thank you again for
listening to my stories. Our next experience of the night
comes to us from Justine and Justine's experience is called
Old Man in Dutton Park Cemetery. When I was in

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my early twenties, I used to like to visit cemeteries.
Now in my fifties, I realize now this was about
developing my understanding of the world, not just the physical world,
but the world of spirit, energy and emotion. I've always
been sensitive to these things. I would visit South Brisbane
Cemetery a KA Dutton Park in Australia. This old cemetery

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was established in eighteen sixty six and it's the second
largest cemetery in the state. There are one hundred thousand
people buried there, and from a historical perspective, it's fascinating.
It contains all levels of society, from prominent people to
prisoners executed on the gallows of Bogo Road gaul. The
older section of the cemetery always attracted me because the

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headstones are like works of art. The ornate graves of
the wealthy sit up on top of the hill and
overlook the river. I've always loved the use of symbolism
on the older graves. One Sunday afternoon, I went to
Dutton Park Cemetery with a friend. As usual, the cemetery
was deserted. My friend had wandered about a hundred meters away,

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and I was walking along a row of seemingly similar
graves until one of them drew my attention. This old
grave was from the early nineteen hundreds and physically didn't
look any different from the others. It had a tall,
rounded headstone with a rusted steel fence surrounding it and
a small gate which was slightly open. The difference with

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this grave was that it had an energy. I knew
rooms and houses gave off certain energy. I've walked past
chairs and other objects that hold energy, but never a grave.
When I feel energy, it's course and static before it
becomes more defined. It's like a radio that's out of tune,
and if you wait, you tune it and you get

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an impression. It touches you, but not physically. Standing in
front of this old grave, it became apparent to me
that something was still standing there. It was very still.
In my mind, I could see an outline of a
person standing there. This invisible being was watching me sidelong.
He didn't want to be seen. The grave was neglected

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and crumbling. Anyone who cared about its occupant was long dead.
It was sad to think the person standing there might
think that nobody cared. The small gate on the fence
surrounding the grave was partially open, and, not thinking that
I would cause a fence, I pushed the little rusty
gate shot. It was then that I immediately heard a

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stern male voice growl, don't touch the gate. The voice
came from the grave, clear as a bell. I was startled.
It wasn't my voice, someone very present was there. I
reopened the gate to its original with In my mind's eye,
I could see an old man huffing and puffing and

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shaking his head at my impertinence in touching the gate
a second time. Then treated to the relative safety of
the main pathway, and I turned to look back. His
energy was still there, standing on his grave, grumpy old beggar,
I snorted indignantly before retreating down the hill. This was
just a man without a physical form. For whatever reason,

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he was still there, and he did not want to
engage with the living. This experience taught me to trust
my instinct that if I feel something's there, then it's there.
I also learned not to touch other people's stuff seriously, though,
cemeteries are not good places to be and I avoid
them these days. I think about that old man, though

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it is sad to think that this very conscious soul
has been standing there for the past one hundred years,
just standing on his grave. 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,

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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 of
course I'll be back in a few short days with
more tales of the unexplained. Until then, stay open minded
and stay safe, because, after all, the next person that

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comes face to face with a paranormal mystery might just
be you,

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