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August 4, 2025 22 mins
The THING In My House & Girl Without A Face
Episode 444 | August 4, 2025 


In Tonight’s Episode of Paranormal Mysteries...
I’ll be discussing three unique experiences, involving a strange entity that watches people from the bedroom doorway, a house that has more than it’s share of angry spirits, and a terrifying encounter in South Africa where a demonic entity tries to disguise itself as a young girl.

- EPISODE HIGHLIGHTS -
“Every night I would get visited by a male entity who would sit on the side of my bed. I felt it dip. I would shoot up and see a black smokey mist climbing up the wall.”

“Where a face was supposed to be... there was only skin. No nose, mouth, eyes, eyebrows, not even ears.”

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Speaker 1 (00:05):
This episode is brought to you by my newest supporters, Sean,
Arlene and Cheese. Thank you for making the show possible.

(00:30):
Welcome to Paranormal Mysteries, and thank you for joining me
as we explore the unknown. I'm your host as always,
Nick Ryan. Let's begin tonight's journey with Hayley, who calls
their experience the Thing watching Me sleep. First of all,
I want to thank you for your podcast and allowing

(00:51):
a safe space for those to share their experiences. I
have been listening to your podcast for two months now,
and I gain a sense of togetherness knowing that I'm
not the only one with crazy paranormal experiences. To start,
I've always been sensitive to the paranormal. I actually have
had an entity of a little girl with blonde, curly
hair in a blue Victorian dress follow me throughout my life.

(01:15):
This is a story not about her, but about the
thing that joins my husband and I in our house,
which we moved into about three years ago. I have
always felt like I wasn't alone in my house when
I was. I always chalked it up to it just
being that little girl whom gives me a sense of
comfort and love when she's in my presence, but this

(01:37):
wasn't her. One night, I awoke from a horrible nightmare.
I felt the sense of someone watching me. I turned
to look at my husband, who was asleep. Then I
sat up looking at my dog Juno, who was fixated
on the bedroom door, which was open. I turned my
gaze to the door frame, and my eyes settled on
a dark shadow figure standing in the doorway. My eyes

(02:00):
didn't leave it as I watched it make its way
from the doorway down the stairs. I heard the creak
of the handrail as if someone was holding on to
it and making its way down the stairs. I jumped
out of bed and slammed the door shut, locking it
to give me a false sense of safety. It took
me a while, but eventually I was able to fall

(02:21):
back to sleep, and when morning time came, I awoke
to the bedroom door open once again. I asked my
husband if he had left the room any time during
the night. However, he stated that he never did, and
he never opened the door either. A month later, I
was in the same situation. I was having such a
vivid nightmare that I still remember it in my dream.

(02:43):
I was touring in old school when the classroom door
slammed shot, trapping me inside. My sister then opened the
door and grabbed my arm, trying to pull me from
the doorway. But something strong was holding me back. I
screamed in my dream, trying to yank myself from the
darkness that was holding me back. My eyes shot open

(03:04):
from my sleep. The sense of dread filled me as
if I felt as if something was watching me. I
stared at the ceiling for a few moments, trying to
wake up. I then sat up, partially looking over to
my husband to find him fast asleep. Next, I looked
at Juno, who was staring at the bedroom door, which
now stood wide open and her ears were flat against

(03:27):
her head. I turned my gaze to the door, and
I came face to face with a red eyed head
that was peering into the bedroom and staring directly at me.
Fear and dread overcame me as I sat frozen in
my bed, watching this thing peering around the corner, watching
me sleep. It then slowly backed away from the door,

(03:49):
and I heard it as it slowly made its way
down the stairs. I yelled at my husband to wake
up and close the door, locking it again once more.
I didn't sleep the rest of the night, the image
of it flashing through my mind every time I closed
my eyes. I haven't seen it since, but then again,
this was only two weeks ago. Today, I plan on

(04:11):
smudging my house, letting the entity know that it's not
welcome in my house and to leave me alone. This
wasn't the little Girl as she always comes to me
very vividly, giving me a calming feeling. This felt malicious, terrifying,
and as if it didn't want me in the house.

(04:35):
Our next experience comes to us from Jody, and Jody says,
I have been sensitive all my life. I believe that
I'm an EmPATH because I attract people who are in
desperate need of help. When I was a girl, we
moved into a house where the owner died. All I
knew was that her name was Missus Hunter and her
husband was a professional golfer on the PGA tour. I

(04:59):
was in her grandchildren room when we moved in. There
was a slinky toy hanging from the light fixture on
the ceiling. I often felt watched, but not in a
bad way, more of a loving way. I would hear
my parents pocket door open and footsteps down the hallway,
and then there would be someone leaning in my door
and looking at me. This happened all the time, to

(05:21):
the point where I would just say, I'm okay, missus Hunter.
When my grandma died, my parents bought her cabin in
Lake Tahoe. It was my grandma's favorite place to live.
One night, I dreamt about her and smelt her perfume,
which was called white Shoulders. Then I felt her hand
cover my chest and I felt so much love. Her

(05:43):
hand was warm. Years later, my husband and I bought
a brand new house in Palm Desert, California. This house
was haunted from the time my family moved in, and
there was a lot of paranormal activity. Immediately cabin it's opened,
soup cans quickly pushed across the counter. There were shadows
in the hallway and footsteps upstairs when no one was there.

(06:07):
One day, I was working upstairs and my son and
my husband were leaving for baseball practice. They said goodbye
to me and were in the foyer when there was
a loud crash downstairs in the laundry area of the house.
It was so mighty that the house shook. I felt
like the house moved However, there was no earthquake that day.
We all went to see what happened, and the laundry

(06:29):
was inside a closet with accordion doors that were closed. However,
they were busted open and the large liquid laundry detergent
that was on the top of a shelf was thrown
out and it hit the opposite wall and exploded. This
is just not possible. That the turgent was from Costco
and it was very heavy. We all just looked at
each other in disbelief. One day, my son was upstairs

(06:53):
doing his homework in a loft that was on top
of the stairs. My computer and chair were on the
far end, and the kid's computer, as well as a stool,
were on the end closest to the stairs. I looked
up to ask him what he felt like for dinner.
He was sitting in my comfy computer chair with his
feet on the stool under the desk. Then there was
a blast of wind from the top of the stairs

(07:14):
and that stool lifted up and flew down the stairs,
eventually sticking in the closet door on the landing and
leaving a hole in the door. Again, this was impossible
and seemed so so angry. Our cat would never come
downstairs because she was freaked out and she was an
indoor outdoor cat. Before every night I would get visited

(07:37):
by a male entity who would sit on the side
of my bed. I felt it dip, then he would
touch my back and tickle my butt. I would shoot
up and see a black, smoky mist climbing up the wall.
One night, both my kids were at my neighbor's and
I was in my bedroom downstairs reading. Both kids rooms
were upstairs, as well as a bathroom and a tech

(07:59):
room on the laft landing. There was a lot of
walking around closets opening and closing, so I texted both
of my kids to see if they came home and
went upstairs and into their closets. However, they both said no.
It was then that I heard my daughter's voice call
my name from the living room, Mamma Mom. So I answered,

(08:21):
what I just texted you and you said that you
were still at Pam's. But there was no reply. I
got up and went into the living room and there
was her cat staring at me in the middle of
the living room floor. This again was impossible, as that
cat would never leave her room. It was a total
doppelganger through that cat. Another night, my husband, who is

(08:46):
not a believer, was pulled out of bed and slammed
against the slider, and he said that it felt like
whoever had a hold of him was inhumanly strong and
was trying to pull him through the glass on the slider.
He screamed and it let go. Now, I'm a light sleeper,
but I did not hear him. The next day he
had clear finger bruise marks on both forearms. I took pictures.

(09:10):
Also in that neighborhood, we had terrible things happened to
our neighbors. Our next door neighbors, who were a happy
family of a dad, mom and three kids, started fighting
so bad that the mom moved out and the high
schooler ran away. The neighbor on the other side was
a single mom with two daughters. Her high school age
daughter's personality changed so rapidly that she ran away and

(09:33):
got into drugs, and she ended up giving her youngest
daughter to her mother because she had to work six
days a week to afford the mortgage. A neighbor across
the street had many adults living in the house and
three kids, with one of them being an eighteen month
old boy named Isaiah. The adults shared cars and worked
opposite shifts, So the mom came home and left the

(09:54):
car on and she then put it in park for
the aunt to take to work. The ant then got
the car and backed out, running over the eighteen month
old boy. It was horrible, the screaming, I will never forget.
He lived, but spent many months at Loma Linda Children's Hospital.
Two doors down, their three year old boy ended up

(10:17):
in the pool, faced down. The boy knew how to swim,
and mom and siblings were home being homeschooled, and the
sliding door was locked. They have no idea how the
child got out there. He also lived, but spent months
in rehab. The neighbor whom my kids spent the night
at when I was texting them, the mom named Pam,

(10:38):
who is my friend, died in her sleep. There was
apparently no reason. She was in her fifties. She became
a bad alcoholic, as well as my other neighbor, and
it seemed like everyone was smoking weed from medicinal purposes. Also,
our house got egged bad every Halloween, when no one
in our neighborhood knew anyone that would do that we

(11:00):
stayed up and put motion lights up, but we saw nobody.
Stolen cars would end up in our front yard weekly,
and the police knew us by first name. My husband
got in a terrible accident when he was hit by
a truck from behind while he was driving a mini
coach for work. This should have killed him, but he
lived and he had a terrible TBI. We ended up

(11:23):
losing that house to foreclosure because this accident put him
out of work for five years, but we were okay
with that. It was a gift to live free for
a year and a half because of the horrible ongoing hauntings.
One day, my daughter went to a website and texted
a medium about what was going on, and she said,
they are Native American spirits that are very angry that

(11:44):
our community was built on their sacred lands. We planted
an orange grove to appeal to the spirits. She also
said to open the doors and windows and light incense,
and she gave us a prayer for the spirit to
leave and find peace. When we did, a blue streak
swept from our master bedroom, through the living room and
out the front door. We had no activity after that,

(12:07):
but the medium said that this was only temporary, and
that it would be back and much angrier. The day
that we moved out was uneventful, but I had to
go back the next day because I had forgot a
bag in the closet and I wanted to pick the
tangerines off the tree that I planted to quiet the spirits.
The air was oppressive. I ran into my bedroom and

(12:29):
grabbed the bag and ran out the living room and
behind me was the biggest, blackest shadow mist that filled
the entire hallway, and it was swirling. I ran outside
to grab the tangerines, and our yard was all torn up.
Someone had taken all of our fencing and pavers and
left giant holes and mounds of dirt. I ran out,

(12:51):
locked the door, and I never went back. I have
had only minor poltergeist at our new home, but nothing
like that house. I sometimes drive by it and look up,
and I swear there is someone in the loft windows,
which is impossible because they are too tall from the floor.
They're like twenty feet up. So be careful when you're

(13:12):
buying a house, especially if you know there are tribes
in the area. Thank you for sharing my story. It
needs to be told before I continue. Please consider showing
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(13:34):
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all and I'm grateful to have you here. Now. Please

(13:56):
stay tuned and I'll be right back. After these brief messages,
our next experience comes to us from Shanaya, and Shania's
experience is called The Girl Without a Face. Hello Nick,
and hello to everyone listening to this. This happened three

(14:19):
years ago. I think I was on my way back
from church and I was heading home. It was around
nine thirty pm and the streets were slowly getting empty
and I was still far from home. The uber driver
guy informed me that they had to stop by the
gas station to fill up, so I nodded, showing him
that I heard and understood him. After ten minutes, we

(14:40):
stopped by the empty gas station and I mean not
even a car was there, which I found weird. There
wasn't even a taxi or an avanza, which are the
two types of cars that are the most used forms
of transport in South Africa. I told the uber guy
that I was heading to the store to buy some snacks,
so I got out of the car with my wall
and phone, heading to the store. I entered the store

(15:03):
and when I say that it was empty, I mean it.
There wasn't a being in sight, just the guy running
the till, who looked half asleep and overworked. I walked
around until I found the snacks I was looking for.
I found them and went to the till to pay
for stuff, but while the guy was scanning, he kept
looking toward the parking lot, where there were a couple
of bushes. I asked him if everything was all right,

(15:26):
to which he just stared at me and said, when
you go back to the car, don't stop even if
you hear someone calling for help. Well, needless to say,
I was afraid and dreaded going back outside. He scanned
my stuff and I paid for the items and received
my receipt. It was now time to go back out. Gosh,

(15:47):
my heart was pumping so hard I swear I could
hear it. I walked out, and I didn't even stare
at the bushes. I heard nothing nor saw anything. I
finally reached the car and quickly got in, but the
uber Drive was not in the car. I pulled out
my phone to call him, and there was a message
saying I'm in the restroom and I'll be back within
a few minutes. Okay, nothing bad happened. Stop being scared,

(16:11):
I told myself. I was busy trying to connect my
pods when I heard my body froze and then everything
went silent. I couldn't even hear the cars driving by.
After some seconds, I heard the sound again. Goosebumps were
all over my skin, and fear was enveloping me. I

(16:34):
looked at the window opposite where I was sitting, and
there it was. I wish I never looked. I wish
I never left the house that day. I wish I
had stayed in that store a little longer. God it
was a little girl waving at me, but her face
was nonexistent, for her face was supposed to be. There

(16:54):
was only skin, no nose, mouth, eyes, eyebrows, not even ears.
I felt fear that day. I wanted to scream, but
nothing would come out. I looked at this girl as
she waved her hand at me, and that's when I
noticed that her nails were sharper than humanly possible, and
her neck was covered with a red stain. I knew

(17:17):
that it was definitely blood. Then came a foul smell. Goodness, gracious.
I gagged and heaved, but I did not dare take
my eyes away from this girl. It smelled like a
dead rodent which had been in the sun for days,
as well as decaying matter, and some type of smell
that reminded me of chemistry class when mixing up substances

(17:38):
like hydrogen sulfide, rotten eggs, and manure. All of that,
her nails grew longer and were more like claws. Then
she pointed a finger at me, and I swear I
heard manic laughter surrounding the car, and this induced a
different level of fear I never knew possible. This occurred
for two more minutes until I decided to pray in

(17:59):
my head, and as soon as I muttered the first sentence,
her voice mockingly said, he won't do anything, he won't
help you. I continued praying, and her voice got deeper
and more pissed. Off. The voice then switched languages, saying
propee est aim, prope est aim, deuz jam Relinquimas it

(18:24):
repeated this over and over. Then the girl banged at
the window and started chanting something I could not understand.
Then she just vanished. She did not run away or
walk away, she just simply vanished. The uber guy then
came out of the restroom and got in the car
and we drove away. He apologized for being a little late.

(18:46):
Apparently the door wouldn't open no matter how hard he tried.
It wouldn't even budge. I just sat there, afraid and
shake into the core. I then looked down at my journal.
I took it out along with a pen, and I
wrote down what she was saying, or at least some
of what she was saying, because I couldn't understand it.
I got home, went upstairs to my room, and I

(19:07):
went to bed, and I hid under my blankets. Surprisingly,
I drifted off to sleep pretty fast. Next morning, I
took my journal out of my bag and I went
straight to my desk where my laptop was. I opened
up Google, then opened up the journal to the page
where I wrote all those messages down. I translated the
first sentence, which sort of translated to he won't come,

(19:32):
He won't come and help you, He won't help you.
Then I tried typing the second phrase, and as soon
as I started with the sentence, my cup of water
some house builed over and the page was soaked. I panicked,
not even thinking about the fact that the cup fell
over by itself. I rushed downstairs to get the hair
dryer and then rushed to my room, hoping that it

(19:53):
would help dry the page enough to see the words.
I plugged in the hair dryer and spent like two
minutes drying the page, but unfortunately everything was gone except
the very last phrase. Prope asked em. Prope asked em,
deis jean relinquemas This was the same phrase that she
said when she started switching from English to Latin and

(20:16):
began banging on the window. What I find interesting is
that I was able to write down the words that
she said, and then Google translated the supposed gibberish that
I wrote. It translated to it is near, God is near.
Let us leave it now. The journal disappeared two years ago.

(20:36):
I don't know what happened to it. I searched my
room and every nook and crack in the house, but
it vanished. Whatever that was, I hope that I never
meet it ever again. Thank you for reading this experience
of mine, and thank you for this amazing podcast. God

(20:57):
bless Shanayah. 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 of course, I truly appreciate
each and every one of you for listening and showing
your support. That said, I hope you have a wonderful
rest of your evening and I'll be back in just

(21:19):
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 comes face to face with a
paranormal mystery might be you. S
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