Heart Starts Pounding: Horrors, Hauntings, and Mysteries - 67: Listener Stories: True Horror Tales

Episode Date: May 16, 2024

A demonic presence from a dream that appears in real life. A ghost that knows people better than they know themselves. And a little girl who thought her friend in her basement was just imaginary. We're diving into real tales of horror sent in by listeners. Subscribe on Patreon for bonus content and to become a member of our Rogue Detecting Society. Patrons have access to ad-free listening and bonus content. And members of our High Council on Patreon have access to our after show called Footnotes. Apple subscriptions are now live! Get access to ad-free episodes and bonus episodes when you subscribe on Apple Podcasts. Follow on Tik Tok and Instagram for a daily dose of horror. We have a monthly newsletter now! Be sure to sign up for updates and more. This episode is sponsored by Quince. Get your summer wardrobe ready with Quince. Go To Quince.com/hsp for free shipping on your order and 365-day-returns.  This episode is also sponsored by FUM. Fum is an award winning flavored air device. For a limited time, use my code HEART to get a free gift with your Journey Pack! Head to tryfum.com  Heart Starts Pounding is written and produced by Kaelyn Moore.

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I love letters. And I'm not talking about mail. Mail is electric bills and junk from insurance companies. I'm talking about letters, the forgotten art of writing something personal to someone. Funny enough, when I started moving into the new rogue detecting society headquarters, I found a box full of old letters. But I haven't been able to look at all of those because lately I've been getting a lot of letters from all of you. Ones that contain stories of terrifying encounters you've had with the unknown.

Just the sorts of stories I imagine we'd tell gathered around the fire when we all travel to Anjakuni Lake together. Which, as a side note, I am crying at your responses. Last week I jokingly mentioned that we should all take a camping trip to Anjakuni Lake to see if we get beamed up by aliens and all of your responses were like, I'm down, where do I sign up? And I'm so ready for the aliens to come get me, let's do this. Like, are you guys okay?

Some of these letters in particular have really stuck out to me and left me quite freaked out, like this one from Julia. It reads, my story starts when I was young. I lived in an old Victorian house that had a creepy basement that no one wanted to go in.

You would often hear noises that weren't explainable and sometimes see things out of the corner of your eye. When I was just a kid, I would talk to what my parents thought was an imaginary friend. But I remembered seeing a girl. She was around 10 and wore a white night dress. She told me her name was Natalie.

I would often ask her to come to school with me, but she told me she couldn't leave the house. I forgot about these encounters for a really long time and eventually my family moved out of the house. But last year we got a message. I'm an adult now so it's been years since I lived in that house. Our old house was being demolished for a new development and while they were working, they found a hidden door in the basement. It must have been cemented over or something. The door was bolted shut, and when they got it open,

they found two bodies. One was a man who was very tall, and next to him was a little girl said to be around 10 years old in a white night dress. She was most likely killed with a knife. Now I don't believe in ghosts but this experience shook me to my core. Julia, that one shook me too. It really gives me chills. So today I want to share some of these stories from listeners with all of you.

And as a reminder, you can always send me your heart pounding stories through our website, heartstartspounding.com. And it doesn't have to be tales of the paranormal either. It can be other terrifying tales. Maybe you were followed home once or got a bad feeling from someone who wouldn't leave you alone.

Anytime something made your heart start pounding, you can share it with me. Okay, we're gonna jump into some of those letters after a short break. And as always, listener discretion is advised. after a short break and as always, listener discretion is advised. This episode is brought to you by Quince. It's almost summer, which means summer wardrobe time,

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At least what she thought was her child. My mother-in-law was staying with us over lockdown to help with my three kids. They were being homeschooled, and my husband and I were essential workers. I work in in-home age care. It was a Sunday morning, and I had a 7am start time, so I needed to get up at 6. This particular morning, when I woke up, I noticed my 3 year old daughter was in bed with me and my husband. This wasn't unusual, she had just been moved into her own room and was still adjusting

to the change. I got out of bed, kissed her on her forehead, covered her tiny body back up, and then went to shower and get ready. My mother-in-law was sleeping on the spare bed in our lounge room, which was directly in front of our room. So as I left the room, she called out for me to have a good day. That's when I walked down the hall and noticed my daughter's bedroom door was still closed. That immediately caught my attention because normally she would leave it open when she

came into ours in the middle of the night. Honestly though, I didn't think too much about it as it was 6 45 in the morning and I hadn't had coffee yet. I got home just after 2 p.m. and everything was normal. I made another coffee and sat down to talk with my mother-in-law and what she told me I'll never forget. She said that she was so impressed that my daughter had stayed in her room all I'll never forget. She said that she was so impressed that my daughter had stayed in her room all night. I looked at her with a confused expression and said, what do you mean? She explained that she was up reading that morning when I left for work, and about five

minutes after I closed the front door on my way out, my daughter came out of her room and got in bed with her, and they watched frozen until everyone else was up. According to my mother-in-law, all of the color drained from my face. I immediately called my husband, who was still at work, and asked him if our daughter was in bed with him when he woke up. He said no, she didn't come in at all. And he is a very light sleeper and wakes up when she crawls in bed with us. I asked him three times with panic in my voice, but he was adamant that she was not in our bed. I then explained to him what happened when I woke up and was met with silence. He had no idea what I was talking

about. I told that to my mother-in-law and she said, no, my daughter definitely came out of her room and didn't go into our room, which is when I remembered her door being closed when I left. But I remember kissing her head, feeling her warm skin, tucking her in, and rolling her onto her side when I got out of bed. But I guess that wasn't her? To this day, we don't know what or who it was. I spoke to a few friends who are mediums and spiritual practitioners, but even they didn't

know what to make of it. Nothing like that has ever happened again. Oh, and just for some added information, I mentioned I have three kids. I have two boys who would have been 10 and 12 at the time, so it definitely wasn't them. I'm open to suggestions about what this could have been, but there was definitely something in bed with us

that looked just like my daughter. That's actually not the first time I've heard a story like that from someone. It reminds me of a story I told in a bonus episode about ghost stories from Galveston, Texas. In one of the most haunted hotels on the island, a family was staying in a room when one of the sons thought his four-year-old sister crawled into the bed he was sharing with his brother, only for his brother to tell him that no one was in bed with them that night. The brother had heard him whisper, Melanie, get out of our bed, to no one.

Melanie was asleep in her own bed. Speaking of creepy instances with children, that reminds me of another story someone recently told me. I was on a train a few weeks ago and my husband and I sat next to this really lovely couple so we chatted for the entire two hour journey. Eventually, the subject of what we did came up so I told them about Heart Starts Pounding. I never know how people are going to react when I tell them about the show. I don't like being the person that's like, oh, I have a podcast.

Though most people are intrigued and do want to hear more. When I told this woman about the show, however, she immediately shot a look at her husband. Have you ever been to Savannah? She asked. I told her that I haven you ever been to Savannah? She asked. I told her that I haven't yet, but I really want to. I don't believe in ghosts, but something happened there that I can't explain. She went on to tell me about the time she was in Savannah with her mother and daughter,

who was three years old at the time. At some point while they were there, they learned that the hotel they were staying in was an old Civil War hospital. She didn't give me the name, but a quick Google search will bring up a place like the Marshall House in Savannah, which was built in 1851, originally as a hospital

for the yellow fever epidemic. Later, it was used as a hospital for Union soldiers in 1864 and 1865. Many reviews of the hotel claim that the fourth floor is haunted, with strange noises being heard throughout the night and doors that open and close on their own. The woman told me that that was the floor

she was set to stay on. And though she wasn't a believer in ghosts, some things still didn't feel quite right as they were settling in. Later that night, she was up talking with her mother in their room. Her three-year-old daughter had fallen asleep on her lap and she was stroking her hair and talking quietly as to not wake her. It was getting late and she and her mother were about to go to sleep, when all of a sudden her daughter woke.

And as she did, she looked past her grandmother towards the door of the room and just stared as if she was watching someone. Then, without warning, she turned to her mother and asked, "'Mom, who's that man?' "'What man?' the mom asked, looking over at the door, starting to feel a hint of worry.

And that's when the daughter's eyes went wide. Is that man gonna get me?' The little girl was rattled, but as fast as she was awake, she was back asleep. In the liminal space between awake and asleep, she had clearly seen someone over by the door, and whoever she saw was threatening enough for her to ask if he was going to get her. The woman on the train told me that for the rest of the night she just stared at the ceiling and prayed, unsure of what else to do. And the next morning, they checked out of the room.

Stories like that absolutely terrify me. When someone who doesn't believe in ghosts experiences something that is so bone chilling, it changes everything they thought they knew. But also, I want to know what that little girl saw. Was it the ghost of a civil war soldier or something else? Our next story was also experienced by someone who felt something otherworldly in the space between awake and asleep. If you've ever experienced night terrors or sleep paralysis like myself, you know how scary it can be.

The last time I had sleep paralysis, I was lying in bed and I heard someone violently start banging on my door, begging to be let in. I can still hear his voice in my head. Let me in, please let me in. Over and over and over again. Honestly I'm not even sure that it was sleep paralysis because it felt so real. His voice was so clear. And it was a voice I had never heard before.

One that I didn't recognize. It was a guy who was around my age. Is it true my brain could have just made the whole thing up? This story comes from Nicole, who wrote that she felt like she had been experiencing a demonic presence for quite some time. She said that every night for the last three months, she would have the same horrible nightmare of a crowd of people surrounding her, all with stone face expressions, looking directly

at her. One night she fell asleep and it was the exact same thing. She looked out into the crowd and saw the same wide-eyed, slack-jawed, thousand-yard stare of the crowd directly at her. It was hard to tell what they were thinking. They truly had no expression. Was it disappointment? Did they all know something that she didn't? She tried to look out into the crowd to see how far back it went. And that's when she saw it. look out into the crowd to see how far back it went. And that's when she saw it. Way in the back, shrouded by the people standing on all sides, was a dark figure. Inhuman. Smiling at her. It stuck out from the rest of the crowd. Before she

could see exactly what it was, she was awake. Every night after that, when the crowd of people would appear in her dreams, so would the dark figure, standing in the back, smiling at her. And slowly, over time, it would get closer. First, it was at the back of the crowd, then a step closer, the next night another step closer. All the while the crowd in the dream was thinning out, until finally it was just a small group of people, and in front, dead center, staring daggers into her and smiling, was the dark shadow figure. Nicole went on to say that this has only gotten

more frightening for her. Within the last month, she'd wake up in her room after the dream, unable to move. And there in the corner of her room, standing in the doorway would be the figure, eyes boring holes into her, still smiling. She would just lay there paralyzed, unable to do anything while it watched her.

But unfortunately for Nicole, that's not where it ended. Nicole said that in the last dream she had, the creature left the door frame and bolted towards her while she lay there, completely paralyzed. It grabbed at her, and all she could do was cry in terror until she woke up. She had to remind herself that it was just a dream. A really scary dream, but a dream nonetheless.

When she saw herself in the mirror the next day though, she could make out faint small bruises around her neck. So what do you think? Can the creatures from our dreams and night terrors be real? Was this shadow figure from Nicole's dream more real than she imagined? And does that mean that there was maybe someone standing at my door one night, begging to be let in. It makes me shudder just thinking about it. More after short break. This episode is sponsored by Fume. One thing I've tried to teach you on this show is that some things from the past that

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that's been in our family for generations. It was there when her dad, who is my grandpa, grew up. There's been a lot of love and joy in that house, but also a lot of heartbreak. When my aunt was just a baby growing up in that home, her aunt, who was my grandfather's sister, who had also been raised in that house, passed away. When you walk in the front door of the home, you walk into the living room,

and off to the left is a doorway leading to a small sunroom. There's a love seat, a chair, and some other furniture, but my aunt never used that sunroom. She never even used her front door as the actual front door. Anyone entering the house always used the door on the back porch, and she would keep a large baby gate there to block the front steps so that people don't come up that way. Occasionally, she would open the front door in the summer to let some fresh air in and leave the screen door closed. But one summer, she was planning to redo the landscaping in the front

yard. She spoke to a local landscaping company who told her they would come by that week to see it and talk about what she wanted. It's a small town, she knew the manager of the company, and she knew he was a man of his word. However, about a week later, he hadn't come by and he hadn't called her back. She happened to run into him at the grocery store, so she asked if he had an idea when he would be able to stop by. She was shocked by his response. He said, I did come by, last Thursday.

The front door was open and the little old lady sitting in the sunroom came to the door and told me you had changed your mind. My aunt hadn't changed her mind. And also, like I said, she never hung out in that sunroom. She knew it wasn't her who spoke to him, so she asked him what the lady looked like because she had no idea who it could have been. He went on to describe someone my aunt had seen before,

but only in old family pictures. She immediately called her sister, who's my mother, filled her in and gave her the exact description she had been given. Once my mom confirmed who the description sounded like, there was no doubt it had been their aunt who passed away when my aunt was just a baby. Needless to say, my aunt decided not to change the landscaping. Okay, what is it with ghosts and landscaping? This story

reminds me of our DC ghosts episode where the ghost of First Lady Dolly Madison would be seen in the Rose Garden whenever someone wanted to tear it down or change it. I mean, I kind of get it. It can be really hard watching the place you grew up change, even if you're dead. This next story also really stuck with me. I feel like I'm saying that about all the ones I'm telling you, but it's true. You all have been sending me terrifying tales that I've really been unable to stop thinking

about. This story was sent in by Hayley, who remembered it after listening to our episode about hauntings in New Orleans. New Orleans is one of the most haunted places in the country, and although I personally did not have a ghost encounter there, not for lack of trying, many people have. Hayley sent me a voice recording of her mother recounting a chilling encounter she had in New Orleans.

And tragically the audio quality is a little rough and the radio was on in the background so I can't play the exact recording. But I'll tell you the story as I heard it. So Hailey's mom, Stacey, was in New Orleans with some friends in March of 2000, and as everyone who goes there should do, she took a ghost tour. It was a general walking ghost tour of the city, taking her group past the cemeteries and haunted storefronts, when eventually they came to a brick building and stopped for a moment so the guide could talk to them

about the history of the area. The area they were in, near Bourbon Street, had a very particular look to it. French and Spanish style buildings were all tightly packed together. But every few buildings, there'd be a small alleyway that would lead back into a little courtyard. The design allowed for some of the houses to

have a little green space while also making sure the homes and stores could all be crammed together. There were usually iron gates attached to these alleyways so at night people didn't just wander drunkenly into the courtyards. Stacey took the opportunity to rest. She just had a baby eight months ago, so I imagine she took every opportunity to rest that was given to her, and plus she hadn't been feeling all that great recently. She felt a little nauseous and she was pretty tired. Her friend group walked over to an iron gate attached to an alleyway and Stacey leaned up against it while the guide pointed out a building across the street. But just then, she felt something on her arm,

the feeling of something grabbing her. But when she looked down, nothing was there. It let go after just a few moments, and she could see on her arm the pink and white shading that comes after something leaves an imprint on you. She shook it off and tried to listen to the guide, when she felt it again. The same thing. Pressure from five fingers wrapped tightly around her forearm. And that's when a feeling took over her, a feeling of sadness and grief. She described it like someone having a psychic vision.

When the hand grabbed onto her, this overwhelming feeling of grief took over. What was happening? Surely this wasn't something supernatural because the guide hadn't mentioned anything about this particular area. She was pointing out something on the other side of the street. It happened a few more times, the feeling of being grabbed and released.

And each time she was grabbed, she would feel that grief, that sense of loss. And finally, when it let go, she just started crying. And that's when the guide emerged and announced to everyone they would be moving to their next stop. One of Stacey's friends saw that she was struggling with something. Are you okay? she asked. No, she wasn't. She tried to explain what happened without sounding hysterical. You should tell the guide what happened.

That's really creepy, one of her friends suggested. what happened without sounding hysterical. You should tell the guide what happened. That's really creepy, one of her friends suggested. At the next stop, the group was allowed to take a short break to run to the restroom or grab a snack. So Stacey approached the guide and she nervously told her what had just happened. The guide's eyes went wide, like she had heard this story before.

Let me guess, it was over by that iron gate near the alley, she said. Yes, how did you know? Stacey asked. She could have never guessed what the guide asked next. Are you pregnant? No, she laughed. She had just had a baby. She was definitely not pregnant. Are you sure? the guide asked. She wasn't smiling. Clearly this wasn't a joke to her.

The guide said she only asked because it's typically pregnant women who experienced what Stacey just experienced. She wasn't gonna say anything but there was a story associated with that area. The guide proceeded to tell Stacey that almost 200 years ago the courtyard in the back of that alleyway was an area where slaves were sold and separated from their families. A young family had been brought to New Orleans, a woman, her husband, and their two children. The woman was also pregnant at the time. The family, according to the tour guide,

had been told they were coming to New Orleans for a better life. Remember, as early as 1769, slaves could buy their freedom in New Orleans. Slavery operated very differently there from the rest of America, so it's not unreasonable to think the family really believed they were headed towards a better future. Once they got to New Orleans, they were told to go down the alleyway to

see what was waiting for them. And they did. But as they made it into the back of the courtyard, the dark reality of what was happening set in. They saw that it was a marketplace, and they were going to be separated. The mother watched in horror as her husband and two children were ripped from her, afraid she would never see them again. She reached out towards them, grasping the empty air as if that would bring them closer. We don't know exactly what happened to her, the guide explained, but we know that she died in the courtyard. We believe she was crushed. And now it's believed that whenever a pregnant woman walks by, she reaches out to them.

Maybe for help, we don't know. But you said you weren't pregnant, so I don't know what she was trying to tell you." Stacy shivered and thought of her baby back home. Maybe the woman knew she had an infant or that she had recently been pregnant? Can ghosts even know that? It wasn't until a few weeks later that Stacey got the confirmation from her doctor that she was pregnant and had been on the tour. To this day when Stacey tells the story like she did in the voice memo she ends it with I still don't know if I believe but well if that's not enough to convince you, I don't know what would be. More after short break.

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Tune into new episodes of Serial Killers each Monday, free on Spotify, wherever you listen to podcasts. I love when people hear episodes of Heart Starts Pounding and it jogs their memory like it did with Haley and her mother. I'm always shocked when I hear how many of you have experiences in places I've talked about like New Orleans or even in the military, or some of you reached out about the third man syndrome and having experiences.

Recently, I did an episode on the dark history and hauntings of the Waverly Hills Sanatorium, and one of our listeners, Jess, reached out and let me know that she had also seen something while touring that building. There's a hallway in the abandoned tuberculosis hospital where it's said that if you walk down it, you can see the spirits of the patients peeking their heads out of the rooms to watch you walk by. And Jess basically confirmed that yes, that is exactly what seems to happen. On the ghost tour they have you walk down the hallway alone and, as you do, you can see shadows that look like arms reaching out of the rooms.

It's so terrifying. I also want to take a second here to just really thank everyone who shared their stories. A lot of paranormal stories are wrapped up in other kinds of trauma like losing loved ones or going through painful experiences in life but I'm so glad you still shared them with me and hopefully by sharing them with our little community it can help people who are also going through the same thing. Also if you can't get enough of listener stories I read our producer Three Tales from Listeners that didn't make the episode this week on footnotes, which is available to the High Council tier on Patreon. Go check that one out if you want some more after this episode.

Also I want to bring up that I'll be looking for my next batch of stories for listener stories very soon. So if you have a story, please reach out. And like I said at the beginning, I don't just mean supernatural. We've covered scam artists on this show, deathbed confessions, the mishandling of human remains, and so much more. Anyone who has experienced anything dark or darkly curious, please feel free to reach out. There's a form on the website to submit your stories. HeartStartsPounding.com This has been Heart Starts Pounding, written and produced by me, Kailyn Moore. Additional producing by Matt Brown. Sound design and mix by Peachtree Sound. Special thanks to

Travis Dunlap, Grayson Jernigan, the team at WME, and Ben Jaffe. Have a heart-bounding story or a case request? Check out heartstartspounding.com. Until next time, stay curious.