December 11, 2025 • 26 mins
Skeleton in the Kitchen, Demon on the Stairs & Long Black Fingers
Episode 465 | December 11, 2025
EPISODE HIGHLIGHTS
"The desk in the living room had many drawers, and I heard the drawers being opened violently. I leaned down all the way to the floor and tried peaking underneath my door, but I only saw a shadow in the light."
"She and the demon made eye contact for about 3 seconds before she blinked and it was gone. Terrified, she screamed for her mom upstairs, turned the lights on from downstairs, and she ran to get her mom."
INFO & CONTACT
Episode 465 | December 11, 2025
EPISODE HIGHLIGHTS
"The desk in the living room had many drawers, and I heard the drawers being opened violently. I leaned down all the way to the floor and tried peaking underneath my door, but I only saw a shadow in the light."
"She and the demon made eye contact for about 3 seconds before she blinked and it was gone. Terrified, she screamed for her mom upstairs, turned the lights on from downstairs, and she ran to get her mom."
INFO & CONTACT
- Website: https://paranormalmysteriespodcast.com
- Tell Your Story: https://paranormalmysteriespodcast.com/tell-your-story
- Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/cw/paranormalmysteries
- Buy Me A Coffee: https://buymeacoffee.com/paranormal
- PayPal: https://www.paypal.com/donate/?hosted_button_id=MG24QCZBAWRRN
Mark as Played
Transcript
Episode Transcript
Available transcripts are automatically generated. Complete accuracy is not guaranteed.
Speaker 1 (00:05):
Tonight's episode is brought to you by my newest supporters, Kyle,
Joey and Kathleen. Thank you so much for making the
show possible. Welcome back to Paranormal Mysteries, and thank you
(00:32):
for joining me as we explore the unknown. As always,
I'm your host, Nick Ryan. I'd like to begin tonight's
journey with Taylor, who calls their experience the House on
Green Avenue. Taylor says, Hi, Nick, I've been a fan
for a long time now, and I thought that some
of my experiences would be worth sharing. I have always
(00:55):
been vulnerable, if that's the right word, to spirits and
other paranormal life activity. I want to share one of
my most memorable and terrifying encounters at my family's old
townhouse to start. When my parents bought the house from
my paternal grandmother. The house had been in our family
since it was built. It was built and owned by
my great great grandfather and his wife. However, when he
(01:19):
passed away in the nineteen forties, his wife left the
house and moved to a penthouse in San Antonio. She
had left everything clothing, kitchen, utensils, pots and pans, and
even some pictures. We still did not know why. The
house was vacant for over fifty years, and in that
time was broken into by teenagers. Some of the teens
(01:41):
or people who broke in would perform seances and play
with Ouiji boards all throughout the house. My great grandmother
moved in and remodeled the entire house in two thousand
and six after her house on the farm mysteriously caught
fire and then burned to the ground. When she passed
away in twenty thirteen, the house was vacant but taken
care of until my parents had bought it in two
(02:02):
thousand and fifteen. I do feel the history behind the
house is relevant. It was not long before my entire
family began experiencing small encounters with the paranormal. Mirrors would
fly off the walls, and we would often hear footsteps
upstairs when no one else was home or when everyone
was downstairs. We began to prepare the house for sale
(02:24):
in February of twenty and twenty four, shortly after my
eighteenth birthday. The activity in the house had picked up
substantially when the for sale sign was posted in the yard.
I think the spirits liked us very much. I had
never felt any sinister energy in the house before. In fact,
I assumed whoever was hanging around were members of my
family that had passed on, especially my great grandmother. One
(02:50):
night in March of twenty twenty four, after my older
brother had moved out, I was lying in bed around
two a m. And watching a TV show. The lights
in my room were all off, but the lamp in
the living room was still on. I could hear someone
walking up the stairs, and I was getting prepared to
lock my door and barricade myself from a potential intruder.
The energy was dark and not friendly. I began to
(03:14):
text my little brother, as his room was adjacent to mine,
and I knew he was awake. The desk in the
living room had many drawers, and I even heard the
drawers being opened violently. I leaned down all the way
to the floor and I tried peeking underneath my door,
but I only saw a shadow in the light. My
little brother texted me and told me that he could
(03:34):
hear it as well. I told him to stay put
and that I was going to figure something out. My
mother and father were not home at the time, so
it was just the two of us in the house.
I grabbed a metal crowbar from under my bed, and
slowly and quietly I unlocked my door. As soon as
I unlocked my door, however, whoever it was stomped down
the stairs so loud the entire house shook. My little
(03:57):
brother ran out of his room and I opened my door,
and we both had a look of shock on our faces.
I told him to call the cops and tell them
that someone had broken into our house. I then went
into my parents' room and I grabbed a gun from
the gun safe. I live in Texas, so knowing how
to use a gun and gun laws was drilled into
my brain. My little brother called the police and they
(04:19):
said they would be there soon. I did not hear
either the front door or the back door shut, and
the windows downstairs didn't open, so we still believed that
someone was in the house. I don't know what possessed me,
but some bravery was still left in my body, and
so I decided to go downstairs to look for the person.
My little brother followed behind me, knife in hand. We
(04:41):
then listened carefully for our dogs to start barking, but
they never did. Now the house is four thousand square
feet with multiple rooms. However, there was no place to
effectively hide me and my little brother searched the entire
house with no lock. We decided to go back upstairs
to his room until the cops came. However, the cops
(05:01):
never did come. As we were at the top of
the stairs, my little brother's house slipper fell off his
foot all the way down the stairs. We had turned
the lights off, so the only light shining through was
from the lamp upstairs, and of course any cars that
were passing by. I waited for him to grab his shoe,
when all of a sudden, he looked up into the
dining room adjacent to the stairs, and that's when his
(05:24):
face went deathly white. He looked like he had seen
the devil himself. I was confused until I saw long
pointed black fingers wrap around the corner, and then an
overwhelming sense of dread filled my body. My little brother
then ran upstairs and pushed me into his room and
locked the door. We both heard whatever it was stomp
(05:47):
up the stairs, and I backed him into the farthest
corner from the door, ordering him to call the police again.
I had my gun ready in my hands, ready to
defend myself as well as my brother. The stomping then
grew louder and stronger as it approached the bedroom door.
I began reciting the Lord's Prayer in hopes that my
faith would protect me from this evil. The door began
(06:08):
to pound, like someone was banging on it with their fists.
Tears were streaming down my face in fear, and I'm
almost certain that I peeded myself. After some time, the
pounding stopped and the energy in the house shifted. The
police never did come, and my little brother and I
both still share the memory. We did not sleep that night.
(06:34):
Our next experience comes to us from Mackenzie, and Mackenzie says, Hi, there,
it has been a while since I shared. It has
been neat to see your podcast evolve. I think your
unbiased and authentic approach to showcasing stories about the fringes
of reality is a valuable snapshot of our society's collective
perception of the unknown. Thank you for all your efforts.
(06:59):
My first expli aperiences called strange light in our bedroom.
When I was pregnant with my son, I had terrible insomnia.
Shout out to all the fellow sleepless mamas out there.
Our bedroom had a massive bay window at the foot
of the bed, with curtains that we would draw across
the nook at night. One night, when I was about
(07:20):
six months a long, I was laying there in bed,
trying to go back to sleep, when a blue orb
of light appeared from between the curtains. It floated smoothly
to the foot of our bed. I remember being drowsy
but frightened, and I was white knuckling our bed covers
without taking my eyes off of it. I shook my
husband awake wordlessly. However, he simply said, it's okay, just
(07:43):
try to go back to sleep. The orb floated around
the bedside, right up to me, and my body locked
up in fear. I was breathing fast and holding the
blanket like a shield. But then suddenly I was waking
up in the morning. I asked my husband over coffee
whether he remembered anything that happened last night. He did not,
(08:04):
and insisted that it was a dream. Maybe it was
just a vivid pregnancy dream, but I still remember it
so clearly to this day. These events repeated about three
more times, However, it never happened again after my son
was born. My next experience is called ghost kitten. This
(08:25):
experience involves the death of an animal and may be
difficult for some listeners. When I was about seventeen, I
was searching for answers after surviving severe depression. This led
me to become active in our local witchy community. One Halloween,
I attended a seance hosted by one of these lovely ladies.
Admittedly I was skeptical. Although curious, we dimmed the lights,
(08:48):
lit candles to the four directions, established a protective circle,
and then invited any well intentioned spirits to join us.
Almost immediately after this invitation, I felt the unmistakable sense
of a tiny, warm body curled up in my lap.
Tears welled up in my eyes as memories of my
childhood kitten flooded forward in my mind, along with the
(09:10):
soothing warmth of forgiveness. You see, when I was just
five or six, our family adopted a kitten named Pause.
Pause was born with an intestinal deformity and was only
with us for a short time before we had to
euthanize him. Still we love that kitten, and despite being
a young child at the time, I carried guilt from
(09:30):
having to say goodbye. I want to say thank you
to Pause. For reaching out to comfort my inner child.
Our next experience comes to us from Johnny, and Johnny
says this, Hey, Nick, thank you for sharing my first
story a couple of months ago. I have another short
(09:51):
story that I remembered this morning, about six months ago.
I was sitting on my couch in my living room,
scrolling through my phone, and all of a sudden, I
got this really intense feeling that something was wrong. It
wasn't gradual, it was so intense all of a sudden,
like a rock had been dropped on me. My sister
was on the couch next to me, and I asked
her if everything was okay with her, and she said yes.
(10:15):
Both of my parents were gone, and my dad had
driven a couple of hours away and was supposed to
get to his destination at about two pm. I remember
looking at the time on my phone to see if
he was still driving or not, and it said the
time was about one fifteen pm. So I called my
dad and asked if everything was all right with him,
as well as the rest of our family, and he
(10:35):
said that everything was fine. After I got off the
phone with him, I called my mom and she also
said that everything was okay. I then thought to text
my best friend. We are very close and have known
each other since the first grade. I am currently sixteen,
so that is a pretty long time. So I text
her and I asked if everything is okay, but I
(10:56):
didn't tell her about my bad feeling, as I didn't
want to freak her out. After a couple of hours
of waiting for her to respond, I got a text
message back and she said that a couple of hours
ago she had started to feel really bad and started
throwing up and she had to go to the hospital.
She said that it was out of the blue, but
she was okay now. However, she was still in the
(11:16):
hospital but could go home soon. I then asked her
what time she started feeling bad, and she said about
one p m. That would have been right about the
same time that I got the bad feeling. I'm not
sure how I knew that something was wrong, but maybe
it's proof of just how connected best friends really are.
(11:36):
I have a couple more stories to share later, but
until then, thanks so much. Our next experience comes to
us from Raven and Raven says, Hello, Nick, I recently
found your podcast and have been binging during work as
I drive all day and I take a bus both ways.
(11:58):
Some One once asked me if some people are magnets,
and I would have to say that, yes, my spouse
and I both are. When I was five, I was
plagued every night by a recurring night terror for about
six months that would make me wake up screaming. I
would be in a cul de sac with my parents.
Fire trucks and ambulances would be all around as the
houses around would one by one catch fire. It always
(12:22):
started with the one at the center end. As they
worked to stop the spread and put out the flames,
A movie classic witch that loomed larger than anything would
burst through the roof of the first house and reach
out for me. My parents were around me, and adults
were everywhere, but none of them could see her. She
would grab the children gathered there, one by one, sometimes
(12:43):
two at a time. When she came for me is
when I would wake up screaming. This went on until
my father tried to do a controlled burn of a
ditch and caught the pasture and one barn on fire.
The odd part is that we lived on the family
farm and the small town I grew up in didn't
have and he called a saxe. Approximately two years later,
(13:03):
I was in bed and I heard a chain rattle,
and then I heard a scraping sound outside in the hall.
I laid in bed, listening for my parents or sister
to check on the noise, but never heard movement. Me
being a curious child, I looked out into the hallway
and what I saw there is what I believe sparked
my interest in the paranormal and locational history. What I
(13:25):
saw was two crossed muskets with a log chain draped
muzzle to muzzle. Across the chain was a Confederate flag.
It was scissoring its way down the hall. I closed
my door and I jumped straight into bed and pulling
the covers up over me. Later I found out that
the land that we farmed once housed a Washadi Indian
settlement till the army forced them to relocate. They didn't
(13:48):
take this well, and a skirmish eventually broke out and
many natives and some soldiers died. Writing about my first
direct experience with the crossed muskets reminded me of my
f first indirect experience, as told by my mother. I'll
call it the shove. I was around four months old.
And my mother was unsuccessfully trying to put me down
(14:10):
for a nap. After about a half an hour of
me not settling, she gave me a bath and was
taking me down the stairs. She was about three steps
from the bottom when she felt two ice cold hands
in the small of her back shove her, causing her
to fall forward. She kept hold of me, but couldn't
turn herself enough to not land on me a little. Luckily, though,
(14:31):
I wasn't hurt, and she said I started laughing. My
grandmother came over about an hour later and she checked
the house over as we were there alone at the time.
My grandmother was scott Irish and Norwegian, and she practiced
the old ways. After my direct encounter, I told my
parents about it at the dinner table the next night
(14:51):
that Grenn was there. My parents didn't believe me, as
they were skeptics somehow. My mother immigrated from Germany after
growing up on the edg the Black Forest, and my
father had seen many unexplainable things with his own eyes,
even though he had been taught the old ways and
was Lutheran. He said he just couldn't believe they let
my gran start teaching me the old ways. And I
(15:14):
have been ever since. My Gran passed about a year later,
and that's when I started seeing the hat man. The
first time was at the grave service for her. I
saw a man that was leaning against a tree, all
in black, and he was darker than the shadow that
he was standing in. At first, he was looking down,
so his fedora was all I could see. As I
(15:36):
watched him, I could see little dark wisps coming off
of him like steam, but they were as dark as him.
I kept staring at him as the preacher spoke. When
he suddenly looked up at me. I couldn't make out
any of his features other than the deep red eyes
that seemed to penetrate my core. I immediately looked down
at Gran's casket and I started crying. No one else
(15:59):
of or indicated that they saw him, and just a
moment later, when I look back up, he was gone.
Little did I know then that he would be a
constant in my life for around forty years. My Gran
is the reason that I know about my gifts and
have been an amateur ghost hunter for most of my life.
(16:21):
Blessed be Raven. Before I continue, please consider showing your
support by subscribing, sharing, and given the podcast a positive review.
You can also visit me on Patreon, buy me a
coffee or PayPal and make a donation, or become a
(16:41):
member starting at just a dollar a month. You can
even join my Patreon membership for free and get access
to all of my future updates. And of course, just
listening to the show is the best support of all
and I'm grateful to have you here. Now, please stay
tuned and I'll be right back. After these brief messages,
(17:04):
our next experience comes to us from Whitney, and Whitney's
experience is called Skeleton in Our House. I have submitted
a story to you before, and I mentioned that I
had had many experiences in my childhood and this is
one of them. I was four years old in nineteen
eighty four, and I still remember this exceptionally well. This
(17:28):
took place in Edawa County, Alabama, on my family's farm.
I remember that it was a bright sunny day and
my mother was doing laundry. She had sat me and
my younger sister on top of the washer while she
folded the towels that were in the dryer. I also
remember that I had a medicine spoon in my hand,
but I don't know if I was just playing with
it or if I had needed medicine for some reason.
(17:50):
When my mother finished folding, she got us down, picked
up the laundry basket, and headed out of the laundry room.
I followed behind her, and my sister was behind me.
The laundry room was separated from the kitchen by a
half wall, and on the other side of that wall
was where the refrigerator sat. There was a little over
a foot of space between the wall and the fridge,
(18:10):
and I used to hide there when I was a kid.
My mom walked past, but when I reached that point,
something caught my eye. I stopped, turned a look, and there,
sitting with its legs pulled up to its chest, was
a full body skeleton. Now, the first thing that probably
comes to your mind is the clean, white Halloween decoration,
(18:32):
but this was nothing like that. The bones were covered
with dirt and moss, and several of the teeth were missing.
When I looked at the eye sockets, it tilted its
head to the side, and the gap toothed jaws looked
like a hellish grin. Its arms were crossed over the ribs,
with the hands near the shoulders. I then ran to
catch up to my mom, not being a very good
(18:54):
big sister because I didn't wait or look back for
my little sister. Over the years, this has drifted back
to my mind from time to time, and I know
that I really saw it, and I know that it
could not have been anything else. I have wondered if
maybe the reason I had the spoon was because I
was sick, and maybe I had a fever that caused
me to hallucinate. Nowadays, one of the things that we
(19:17):
enjoy is telling our spooky stories to the younger people
in the family that still live on the farm. In
recent years, we were all telling stories and my little
sister told of the time that she saw a skeleton
by the fridge, and she also detailed this very same
day as she remembered it clearly as well. Our next
(19:39):
experience comes to us from Alexis, and Alexis's story is
called The d Man at the Bottom of the Stairs. Hello, Nick,
I've been listening to your podcast for about a year now,
and the story I'm about to tell you is from
a coworker of mine. Her story starts when she was
fourteen and living with her mom in the summer of
(20:00):
twenty thirteen. At that time, she lived in Winchester, Virginia,
in a two bedroom apartment. One morning, she had woken
up around seven thirty to make breakfast for her and
her mother. She went downstairs to the kitchen, turned on
the coffee machine, and went to the fridge to grab
the eggs and toast. When she was grabbing the eggs
out of the fridge door, she got a very strong
(20:21):
feeling of being watched. She thought it was just her mom,
so she looked toward the staircase, but there was no
one there. The feeling got so strong that she checked
like five more times until she got so nauseous that
she was sick. The next time she looked, however, she
knew she was going to see something, so she closed
her eyes, took a deep breath, and she looked once
(20:43):
again toward the staircase. What she saw she described as
being a solid black figure with pointy ears and lit
up red eyes. She said it was like there were
shining through red rubies. She and this demon made eye
contact for about three seconds before she blinked and it
was gone. Terrified, she screamed for her mother upstairs, turned
(21:05):
the lights on from downstairs and then ran to get
her mom. When she went to go back downstairs to
show her mother where she had seen the demon, she
noticed that someone had turned off the staircase lights. She
asked her mom to lay on the couch and watch her,
and she went back to the kitchen, and this is
when she saw that the coffee machine was turned off
and the stove was now turned on to high. She
(21:28):
says that she's had many more experiences since then, and
if you'd like to hear more of her stories or
some of my own experiences, please let me know. Thank you, Alexis.
Our next experiences come to us from Meghan and Meghan's
first report is called the One with the Hat. I
(21:53):
had submitted a story many episodes ago about my aunt's
baskets having bad spirits attached to them. I am finally
ready to share more about the nights leading up to
the doppelginger that imitated my sister and my dad. This
happened a few days before my sister had opened the
front door. It was late one night and I had
awoken in a panic. I felt like I was being
(22:14):
watched through my bedroom window. In indigenous cultures, we joke
about not looking outside of windows in the night, but
in reality we actually mean it. My bedroom faces the
front lawn in street with a single street light that
illuminates our cul de sac. My mom had planted a
small tree several feet away from my window. I moved
(22:35):
my curtain to the side and I peeked out of
my blinds, and this is when I felt my entire
body freeze in terror. There in front of my mom's
tree stood a pitch black, tall man with a coat
and a hat. He was looking around as if waiting
for someone or something. He must have sensed me staring
as he turned his head to look at me. However,
(22:56):
I saw no facial features, just blackness. I could feel
my heart beating out of my chest as I bolted
back to my bed and hiding underneath my sheets, and
despite being absolutely terrified, I somehow fell back asleep. Of course,
a couple of days later, my sister began sleep walking,
and she opened the front door, inviting him and whatever
(23:19):
else inside. Megan's next experience is called Bodyless Lady. As
a quick warning, this experience involves depression and miscarriage. Discretion
is advised. I was in my last year of college
when this next experience happened to me. I was staying
(23:40):
in my college apartment with three roommates. We had a
normal evening filled with writing papers and studying. On a
side note, I was very depressed from experiencing a miscarriage
while my active duty husband and I were doing a
long distance relationship at the time. Anyway, we all eventually
went to bed around midnight. However, it was around three
(24:00):
thirty a m. When I woke up. I remember moving
my head over to my alarm clock to see how
many hours of sleep I had left, and I turned
my head back and I dozed off. I was laying
on my back when all of a sudden, I felt
my anxiety rising and I opened my eyes. My heart
began pounding as I realized that I couldn't move except
(24:21):
for my eyes. There in front of me, the head
of a woman appeared with no body. She was facing
away from me and then slowly turned to face me.
Her eyes were black and she had wet black hair
dripping from her face. She then opened her mouth, which
was full of darkness. I shut my eyes and I prayed,
(24:42):
Oh Lord, please help me. Then I woke up to
the sound of my alarm I am unsure if I
was targeted at that time because that was my first
and last time of experiencing sleep paralysis. Before I bring
tonight's episode to an end, i'd like to thank all
(25:05):
of our experiencers for coming forward with their stories, and
as always, I truly appreciate each and every one of
you for listening and showing your support. With that being 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, stay
open minded and stay safe, because, after all, the next
(25:27):
person that comes face to face with a paranormal mystery
might be you. S
Tonight's episode is brought to you by my newest supporters, Kyle,
Joey and Kathleen. Thank you so much for making the
show possible. Welcome back to Paranormal Mysteries, and thank you
(00:32):
for joining me as we explore the unknown. As always,
I'm your host, Nick Ryan. I'd like to begin tonight's
journey with Taylor, who calls their experience the House on
Green Avenue. Taylor says, Hi, Nick, I've been a fan
for a long time now, and I thought that some
of my experiences would be worth sharing. I have always
(00:55):
been vulnerable, if that's the right word, to spirits and
other paranormal life activity. I want to share one of
my most memorable and terrifying encounters at my family's old
townhouse to start. When my parents bought the house from
my paternal grandmother. The house had been in our family
since it was built. It was built and owned by
my great great grandfather and his wife. However, when he
(01:19):
passed away in the nineteen forties, his wife left the
house and moved to a penthouse in San Antonio. She
had left everything clothing, kitchen, utensils, pots and pans, and
even some pictures. We still did not know why. The
house was vacant for over fifty years, and in that
time was broken into by teenagers. Some of the teens
(01:41):
or people who broke in would perform seances and play
with Ouiji boards all throughout the house. My great grandmother
moved in and remodeled the entire house in two thousand
and six after her house on the farm mysteriously caught
fire and then burned to the ground. When she passed
away in twenty thirteen, the house was vacant but taken
care of until my parents had bought it in two
(02:02):
thousand and fifteen. I do feel the history behind the
house is relevant. It was not long before my entire
family began experiencing small encounters with the paranormal. Mirrors would
fly off the walls, and we would often hear footsteps
upstairs when no one else was home or when everyone
was downstairs. We began to prepare the house for sale
(02:24):
in February of twenty and twenty four, shortly after my
eighteenth birthday. The activity in the house had picked up
substantially when the for sale sign was posted in the yard.
I think the spirits liked us very much. I had
never felt any sinister energy in the house before. In fact,
I assumed whoever was hanging around were members of my
family that had passed on, especially my great grandmother. One
(02:50):
night in March of twenty twenty four, after my older
brother had moved out, I was lying in bed around
two a m. And watching a TV show. The lights
in my room were all off, but the lamp in
the living room was still on. I could hear someone
walking up the stairs, and I was getting prepared to
lock my door and barricade myself from a potential intruder.
The energy was dark and not friendly. I began to
(03:14):
text my little brother, as his room was adjacent to mine,
and I knew he was awake. The desk in the
living room had many drawers, and I even heard the
drawers being opened violently. I leaned down all the way
to the floor and I tried peeking underneath my door,
but I only saw a shadow in the light. My
little brother texted me and told me that he could
(03:34):
hear it as well. I told him to stay put
and that I was going to figure something out. My
mother and father were not home at the time, so
it was just the two of us in the house.
I grabbed a metal crowbar from under my bed, and
slowly and quietly I unlocked my door. As soon as
I unlocked my door, however, whoever it was stomped down
the stairs so loud the entire house shook. My little
(03:57):
brother ran out of his room and I opened my door,
and we both had a look of shock on our faces.
I told him to call the cops and tell them
that someone had broken into our house. I then went
into my parents' room and I grabbed a gun from
the gun safe. I live in Texas, so knowing how
to use a gun and gun laws was drilled into
my brain. My little brother called the police and they
(04:19):
said they would be there soon. I did not hear
either the front door or the back door shut, and
the windows downstairs didn't open, so we still believed that
someone was in the house. I don't know what possessed me,
but some bravery was still left in my body, and
so I decided to go downstairs to look for the person.
My little brother followed behind me, knife in hand. We
(04:41):
then listened carefully for our dogs to start barking, but
they never did. Now the house is four thousand square
feet with multiple rooms. However, there was no place to
effectively hide me and my little brother searched the entire
house with no lock. We decided to go back upstairs
to his room until the cops came. However, the cops
(05:01):
never did come. As we were at the top of
the stairs, my little brother's house slipper fell off his
foot all the way down the stairs. We had turned
the lights off, so the only light shining through was
from the lamp upstairs, and of course any cars that
were passing by. I waited for him to grab his shoe,
when all of a sudden, he looked up into the
dining room adjacent to the stairs, and that's when his
(05:24):
face went deathly white. He looked like he had seen
the devil himself. I was confused until I saw long
pointed black fingers wrap around the corner, and then an
overwhelming sense of dread filled my body. My little brother
then ran upstairs and pushed me into his room and
locked the door. We both heard whatever it was stomp
(05:47):
up the stairs, and I backed him into the farthest
corner from the door, ordering him to call the police again.
I had my gun ready in my hands, ready to
defend myself as well as my brother. The stomping then
grew louder and stronger as it approached the bedroom door.
I began reciting the Lord's Prayer in hopes that my
faith would protect me from this evil. The door began
(06:08):
to pound, like someone was banging on it with their fists.
Tears were streaming down my face in fear, and I'm
almost certain that I peeded myself. After some time, the
pounding stopped and the energy in the house shifted. The
police never did come, and my little brother and I
both still share the memory. We did not sleep that night.
(06:34):
Our next experience comes to us from Mackenzie, and Mackenzie says, Hi, there,
it has been a while since I shared. It has
been neat to see your podcast evolve. I think your
unbiased and authentic approach to showcasing stories about the fringes
of reality is a valuable snapshot of our society's collective
perception of the unknown. Thank you for all your efforts.
(06:59):
My first expli aperiences called strange light in our bedroom.
When I was pregnant with my son, I had terrible insomnia.
Shout out to all the fellow sleepless mamas out there.
Our bedroom had a massive bay window at the foot
of the bed, with curtains that we would draw across
the nook at night. One night, when I was about
(07:20):
six months a long, I was laying there in bed,
trying to go back to sleep, when a blue orb
of light appeared from between the curtains. It floated smoothly
to the foot of our bed. I remember being drowsy
but frightened, and I was white knuckling our bed covers
without taking my eyes off of it. I shook my
husband awake wordlessly. However, he simply said, it's okay, just
(07:43):
try to go back to sleep. The orb floated around
the bedside, right up to me, and my body locked
up in fear. I was breathing fast and holding the
blanket like a shield. But then suddenly I was waking
up in the morning. I asked my husband over coffee
whether he remembered anything that happened last night. He did not,
(08:04):
and insisted that it was a dream. Maybe it was
just a vivid pregnancy dream, but I still remember it
so clearly to this day. These events repeated about three
more times, However, it never happened again after my son
was born. My next experience is called ghost kitten. This
(08:25):
experience involves the death of an animal and may be
difficult for some listeners. When I was about seventeen, I
was searching for answers after surviving severe depression. This led
me to become active in our local witchy community. One Halloween,
I attended a seance hosted by one of these lovely ladies.
Admittedly I was skeptical. Although curious, we dimmed the lights,
(08:48):
lit candles to the four directions, established a protective circle,
and then invited any well intentioned spirits to join us.
Almost immediately after this invitation, I felt the unmistakable sense
of a tiny, warm body curled up in my lap.
Tears welled up in my eyes as memories of my
childhood kitten flooded forward in my mind, along with the
(09:10):
soothing warmth of forgiveness. You see, when I was just
five or six, our family adopted a kitten named Pause.
Pause was born with an intestinal deformity and was only
with us for a short time before we had to
euthanize him. Still we love that kitten, and despite being
a young child at the time, I carried guilt from
(09:30):
having to say goodbye. I want to say thank you
to Pause. For reaching out to comfort my inner child.
Our next experience comes to us from Johnny, and Johnny
says this, Hey, Nick, thank you for sharing my first
story a couple of months ago. I have another short
(09:51):
story that I remembered this morning, about six months ago.
I was sitting on my couch in my living room,
scrolling through my phone, and all of a sudden, I
got this really intense feeling that something was wrong. It
wasn't gradual, it was so intense all of a sudden,
like a rock had been dropped on me. My sister
was on the couch next to me, and I asked
her if everything was okay with her, and she said yes.
(10:15):
Both of my parents were gone, and my dad had
driven a couple of hours away and was supposed to
get to his destination at about two pm. I remember
looking at the time on my phone to see if
he was still driving or not, and it said the
time was about one fifteen pm. So I called my
dad and asked if everything was all right with him,
as well as the rest of our family, and he
(10:35):
said that everything was fine. After I got off the
phone with him, I called my mom and she also
said that everything was okay. I then thought to text
my best friend. We are very close and have known
each other since the first grade. I am currently sixteen,
so that is a pretty long time. So I text
her and I asked if everything is okay, but I
(10:56):
didn't tell her about my bad feeling, as I didn't
want to freak her out. After a couple of hours
of waiting for her to respond, I got a text
message back and she said that a couple of hours
ago she had started to feel really bad and started
throwing up and she had to go to the hospital.
She said that it was out of the blue, but
she was okay now. However, she was still in the
(11:16):
hospital but could go home soon. I then asked her
what time she started feeling bad, and she said about
one p m. That would have been right about the
same time that I got the bad feeling. I'm not
sure how I knew that something was wrong, but maybe
it's proof of just how connected best friends really are.
(11:36):
I have a couple more stories to share later, but
until then, thanks so much. Our next experience comes to
us from Raven and Raven says, Hello, Nick, I recently
found your podcast and have been binging during work as
I drive all day and I take a bus both ways.
(11:58):
Some One once asked me if some people are magnets,
and I would have to say that, yes, my spouse
and I both are. When I was five, I was
plagued every night by a recurring night terror for about
six months that would make me wake up screaming. I
would be in a cul de sac with my parents.
Fire trucks and ambulances would be all around as the
houses around would one by one catch fire. It always
(12:22):
started with the one at the center end. As they
worked to stop the spread and put out the flames,
A movie classic witch that loomed larger than anything would
burst through the roof of the first house and reach
out for me. My parents were around me, and adults
were everywhere, but none of them could see her. She
would grab the children gathered there, one by one, sometimes
(12:43):
two at a time. When she came for me is
when I would wake up screaming. This went on until
my father tried to do a controlled burn of a
ditch and caught the pasture and one barn on fire.
The odd part is that we lived on the family
farm and the small town I grew up in didn't
have and he called a saxe. Approximately two years later,
(13:03):
I was in bed and I heard a chain rattle,
and then I heard a scraping sound outside in the hall.
I laid in bed, listening for my parents or sister
to check on the noise, but never heard movement. Me
being a curious child, I looked out into the hallway
and what I saw there is what I believe sparked
my interest in the paranormal and locational history. What I
(13:25):
saw was two crossed muskets with a log chain draped
muzzle to muzzle. Across the chain was a Confederate flag.
It was scissoring its way down the hall. I closed
my door and I jumped straight into bed and pulling
the covers up over me. Later I found out that
the land that we farmed once housed a Washadi Indian
settlement till the army forced them to relocate. They didn't
(13:48):
take this well, and a skirmish eventually broke out and
many natives and some soldiers died. Writing about my first
direct experience with the crossed muskets reminded me of my
f first indirect experience, as told by my mother. I'll
call it the shove. I was around four months old.
And my mother was unsuccessfully trying to put me down
(14:10):
for a nap. After about a half an hour of
me not settling, she gave me a bath and was
taking me down the stairs. She was about three steps
from the bottom when she felt two ice cold hands
in the small of her back shove her, causing her
to fall forward. She kept hold of me, but couldn't
turn herself enough to not land on me a little. Luckily, though,
(14:31):
I wasn't hurt, and she said I started laughing. My
grandmother came over about an hour later and she checked
the house over as we were there alone at the time.
My grandmother was scott Irish and Norwegian, and she practiced
the old ways. After my direct encounter, I told my
parents about it at the dinner table the next night
(14:51):
that Grenn was there. My parents didn't believe me, as
they were skeptics somehow. My mother immigrated from Germany after
growing up on the edg the Black Forest, and my
father had seen many unexplainable things with his own eyes,
even though he had been taught the old ways and
was Lutheran. He said he just couldn't believe they let
my gran start teaching me the old ways. And I
(15:14):
have been ever since. My Gran passed about a year later,
and that's when I started seeing the hat man. The
first time was at the grave service for her. I
saw a man that was leaning against a tree, all
in black, and he was darker than the shadow that
he was standing in. At first, he was looking down,
so his fedora was all I could see. As I
(15:36):
watched him, I could see little dark wisps coming off
of him like steam, but they were as dark as him.
I kept staring at him as the preacher spoke. When
he suddenly looked up at me. I couldn't make out
any of his features other than the deep red eyes
that seemed to penetrate my core. I immediately looked down
at Gran's casket and I started crying. No one else
(15:59):
of or indicated that they saw him, and just a
moment later, when I look back up, he was gone.
Little did I know then that he would be a
constant in my life for around forty years. My Gran
is the reason that I know about my gifts and
have been an amateur ghost hunter for most of my life.
(16:21):
Blessed be Raven. Before I continue, please consider showing your
support by subscribing, sharing, and given the podcast a positive review.
You can also visit me on Patreon, buy me a
coffee or PayPal and make a donation, or become a
(16:41):
member starting at just a dollar a month. You can
even join my Patreon membership for free and get access
to all of my future updates. And of course, just
listening to the show is the best support of all
and I'm grateful to have you here. Now, please stay
tuned and I'll be right back. After these brief messages,
(17:04):
our next experience comes to us from Whitney, and Whitney's
experience is called Skeleton in Our House. I have submitted
a story to you before, and I mentioned that I
had had many experiences in my childhood and this is
one of them. I was four years old in nineteen
eighty four, and I still remember this exceptionally well. This
(17:28):
took place in Edawa County, Alabama, on my family's farm.
I remember that it was a bright sunny day and
my mother was doing laundry. She had sat me and
my younger sister on top of the washer while she
folded the towels that were in the dryer. I also
remember that I had a medicine spoon in my hand,
but I don't know if I was just playing with
it or if I had needed medicine for some reason.
(17:50):
When my mother finished folding, she got us down, picked
up the laundry basket, and headed out of the laundry room.
I followed behind her, and my sister was behind me.
The laundry room was separated from the kitchen by a
half wall, and on the other side of that wall
was where the refrigerator sat. There was a little over
a foot of space between the wall and the fridge,
(18:10):
and I used to hide there when I was a kid.
My mom walked past, but when I reached that point,
something caught my eye. I stopped, turned a look, and there,
sitting with its legs pulled up to its chest, was
a full body skeleton. Now, the first thing that probably
comes to your mind is the clean, white Halloween decoration,
(18:32):
but this was nothing like that. The bones were covered
with dirt and moss, and several of the teeth were missing.
When I looked at the eye sockets, it tilted its
head to the side, and the gap toothed jaws looked
like a hellish grin. Its arms were crossed over the ribs,
with the hands near the shoulders. I then ran to
catch up to my mom, not being a very good
(18:54):
big sister because I didn't wait or look back for
my little sister. Over the years, this has drifted back
to my mind from time to time, and I know
that I really saw it, and I know that it
could not have been anything else. I have wondered if
maybe the reason I had the spoon was because I
was sick, and maybe I had a fever that caused
me to hallucinate. Nowadays, one of the things that we
(19:17):
enjoy is telling our spooky stories to the younger people
in the family that still live on the farm. In
recent years, we were all telling stories and my little
sister told of the time that she saw a skeleton
by the fridge, and she also detailed this very same
day as she remembered it clearly as well. Our next
(19:39):
experience comes to us from Alexis, and Alexis's story is
called The d Man at the Bottom of the Stairs. Hello, Nick,
I've been listening to your podcast for about a year now,
and the story I'm about to tell you is from
a coworker of mine. Her story starts when she was
fourteen and living with her mom in the summer of
(20:00):
twenty thirteen. At that time, she lived in Winchester, Virginia,
in a two bedroom apartment. One morning, she had woken
up around seven thirty to make breakfast for her and
her mother. She went downstairs to the kitchen, turned on
the coffee machine, and went to the fridge to grab
the eggs and toast. When she was grabbing the eggs
out of the fridge door, she got a very strong
(20:21):
feeling of being watched. She thought it was just her mom,
so she looked toward the staircase, but there was no
one there. The feeling got so strong that she checked
like five more times until she got so nauseous that
she was sick. The next time she looked, however, she
knew she was going to see something, so she closed
her eyes, took a deep breath, and she looked once
(20:43):
again toward the staircase. What she saw she described as
being a solid black figure with pointy ears and lit
up red eyes. She said it was like there were
shining through red rubies. She and this demon made eye
contact for about three seconds before she blinked and it
was gone. Terrified, she screamed for her mother upstairs, turned
(21:05):
the lights on from downstairs and then ran to get
her mom. When she went to go back downstairs to
show her mother where she had seen the demon, she
noticed that someone had turned off the staircase lights. She
asked her mom to lay on the couch and watch her,
and she went back to the kitchen, and this is
when she saw that the coffee machine was turned off
and the stove was now turned on to high. She
(21:28):
says that she's had many more experiences since then, and
if you'd like to hear more of her stories or
some of my own experiences, please let me know. Thank you, Alexis.
Our next experiences come to us from Meghan and Meghan's
first report is called the One with the Hat. I
(21:53):
had submitted a story many episodes ago about my aunt's
baskets having bad spirits attached to them. I am finally
ready to share more about the nights leading up to
the doppelginger that imitated my sister and my dad. This
happened a few days before my sister had opened the
front door. It was late one night and I had
awoken in a panic. I felt like I was being
(22:14):
watched through my bedroom window. In indigenous cultures, we joke
about not looking outside of windows in the night, but
in reality we actually mean it. My bedroom faces the
front lawn in street with a single street light that
illuminates our cul de sac. My mom had planted a
small tree several feet away from my window. I moved
(22:35):
my curtain to the side and I peeked out of
my blinds, and this is when I felt my entire
body freeze in terror. There in front of my mom's
tree stood a pitch black, tall man with a coat
and a hat. He was looking around as if waiting
for someone or something. He must have sensed me staring
as he turned his head to look at me. However,
(22:56):
I saw no facial features, just blackness. I could feel
my heart beating out of my chest as I bolted
back to my bed and hiding underneath my sheets, and
despite being absolutely terrified, I somehow fell back asleep. Of course,
a couple of days later, my sister began sleep walking,
and she opened the front door, inviting him and whatever
(23:19):
else inside. Megan's next experience is called Bodyless Lady. As
a quick warning, this experience involves depression and miscarriage. Discretion
is advised. I was in my last year of college
when this next experience happened to me. I was staying
(23:40):
in my college apartment with three roommates. We had a
normal evening filled with writing papers and studying. On a
side note, I was very depressed from experiencing a miscarriage
while my active duty husband and I were doing a
long distance relationship at the time. Anyway, we all eventually
went to bed around midnight. However, it was around three
(24:00):
thirty a m. When I woke up. I remember moving
my head over to my alarm clock to see how
many hours of sleep I had left, and I turned
my head back and I dozed off. I was laying
on my back when all of a sudden, I felt
my anxiety rising and I opened my eyes. My heart
began pounding as I realized that I couldn't move except
(24:21):
for my eyes. There in front of me, the head
of a woman appeared with no body. She was facing
away from me and then slowly turned to face me.
Her eyes were black and she had wet black hair
dripping from her face. She then opened her mouth, which
was full of darkness. I shut my eyes and I prayed,
(24:42):
Oh Lord, please help me. Then I woke up to
the sound of my alarm I am unsure if I
was targeted at that time because that was my first
and last time of experiencing sleep paralysis. Before I bring
tonight's episode to an end, i'd like to thank all
(25:05):
of our experiencers for coming forward with their stories, and
as always, I truly appreciate each and every one of
you for listening and showing your support. With that being 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, stay
open minded and stay safe, because, after all, the next
(25:27):
person that comes face to face with a paranormal mystery
might be you. S
Popular Podcasts
Las Culturistas with Matt Rogers and Bowen Yang
Ding dong! Join your culture consultants, Matt Rogers and Bowen Yang, on an unforgettable journey into the beating heart of CULTURE. Alongside sizzling special guests, they GET INTO the hottest pop-culture moments of the day and the formative cultural experiences that turned them into Culturistas. Produced by the Big Money Players Network and iHeartRadio.
Crime Junkie
Does hearing about a true crime case always leave you scouring the internet for the truth behind the story? Dive into your next mystery with Crime Junkie. Every Monday, join your host Ashley Flowers as she unravels all the details of infamous and underreported true crime cases with her best friend Brit Prawat. From cold cases to missing persons and heroes in our community who seek justice, Crime Junkie is your destination for theories and stories you won’t hear anywhere else. Whether you're a seasoned true crime enthusiast or new to the genre, you'll find yourself on the edge of your seat awaiting a new episode every Monday. If you can never get enough true crime... Congratulations, you’ve found your people. Follow to join a community of Crime Junkies! Crime Junkie is presented by Audiochuck Media Company.
The Brothers Ortiz
The Brothers Ortiz is the story of two brothers–both successful, but in very different ways. Gabe Ortiz becomes a third-highest ranking officer in all of Texas while his younger brother Larry climbs the ranks in Puro Tango Blast, a notorious Texas Prison gang. Gabe doesn’t know all the details of his brother’s nefarious dealings, and he’s made a point not to ask, to protect their relationship. But when Larry is murdered during a home invasion in a rented beach house, Gabe has no choice but to look into what happened that night. To solve Larry’s murder, Gabe, and the whole Ortiz family, must ask each other tough questions.