Sightings - Possessed Teddy Bear: Illinois, 2024

Episode Date: January 27, 2025

Does a man’s heirloom teddy bear have a mind of its own? Did a taxi driver in Toronto pick up a paranormal passenger? And what did a man and his son chase across his midwestern farm? Find out as we bring to life three listener stories that left our hearts pounding. Story Music tracks used by kind permission of CO.AG Sightings is a REVERB and QCODE Original. Find us on instagram @sightingspod Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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Something that can't be explained by logic or reason. Something that leaves them forever changed. Welcome to Sightings, the series that takes you inside the world's most mysterious supernatural events. I'm McCloud. And I'm Brian. And today's episode, we're bringing you three remarkable stories from you, our listeners. We've got a ghostly passenger in a Toronto taxi,

an unusual sighting in a Kansas cornfield, and a teddy bear that will give you nightmares. These stories remind us that the supernatural isn't just found in famous cases or remote locations. It can find us anywhere, even in the most ordinary moments of our lives. So pull up those covers, maybe check that your closet door is firmly closed,

and dive into these fantastic listener stories on this episode of Sightings. Alright, welcome back from our theme music. We are excited to dig into these stories. McCloud, are you ready to go? I know you were pretty traumatized last month. I am ready to go. I love how, I love telling these stories from the edge of my seat. Well this first one is going to be a little bit spooky for sure.

We are heading to Toronto. I don't know what people talk like in Toronto. I'm pretty sure they talk like this. Hi, I'm from Toronto. I'm Canadian. Done? Perfect. Nailed it. So, this story was sent in by Fred.

And he said that he is a taxi driver in Toronto, and this is the one passenger that he has never, ever forgotten. Oh, man. So, McCloud, do you happen to have a voice in mind for Fred from Toronto? I don't. I think I'll just keep him close to self. You know, the only real Canadianism that I'm aware of is saying project instead of project. Oh, interesting.

I don't know if that's in the story, but if it is. If he says project, then man, we're gonna be by authenticity. There you go. All right, let's get some music going, a little bit of atmosphere, spook us out. There you go. All right, let's get some music going a little bit of atmosphere spook us out I've been driving taxis in Toronto for over 30 years now and

Let me tell you you see some weird stuff in this job I've had drunk businessmen cry in my backseat about their divorces at 3 a.m I've had to kick out people who were getting way too friendly back there. I've even had a guy in a full-on clown costume get in my car, but that's not the scary story. Sorry, that was my ad-lib, folks. That was not from our friend Fred. I even had a guy in a full-on clown costume get in my car and only communicate with his squeaky nose to answer yes or no questions. That is kind of terrifying though. That is terrifying, right? Oh man, I would love to sit in a bar with you, Fred, and just like share a beer.

But there's one fare I picked up back in 92 that I still can't explain. It was a really cold night in January and I just dropped off some college kids in Moore Park. They were pretty drunk, but decent tippers at least. It was around 1130 and I decided to take my dinner break. I always packed my own dinner because restaurant food gets expensive when you're doing this job. So that night it was just a simple tuna sandwich and carrot sticks. So I pulled over to the curb, turned down the dispatch radio, and put on some music. But as I'm unwrapping my sandwich, I notice this woman standing on the sidewalk maybe 30 feet ahead of my cab. And she's just standing there, completely still. At first

I figured she was waiting for someone, but something about the way she was standing just didn't seem right. She was facing straight ahead looking out into the darkness, and she wasn't moving at all. It's like our elk from the other story. Same spirit, maybe. Not shifting her weight, not looking around, nothing. Just standing there like a statue. I didn't think too much of it though, since I try not to get too wrapped up in what other people are doing. So I ate my sandwich, closed my eyes, and just let myself relax for a few minutes.

Trust me when I say these little breaks are necessary on 12 hour shifts. But when I opened my eyes again maybe 10 minutes later, she was still there. Same position, same everything. Really, she hadn't moved an inch. So then I started getting a bit concerned. It was freezing out there, and she didn't even have a heavy coat on. Just this faded dress that looked way too thin for the weather. So I figured I should at least check if she needed help.

I got out of my cab and walked over to her. Miss? I called out. Are you alright? Do you need a ride somewhere? And it was like she didn't even hear me. She didn't respond at all. So I tried again and asked her if she needed help or anything, but still nothing. And it was starting to creep me out if I'm being honest, so I gave up and went back to

my cab. So I got inside and turned the ignition, and the moment I flipped on my light the back door opened and someone got in. I asked where to without looking up and when no reply came I checked my rear view mirror. And there she was, that woman from the sidewalk sitting right in the middle of the back seat. Now I could get a better look at her. She was young, probably late twenties, and pretty, even without makeup. But her eyes, man, her eyes were what really got to me. They were this flat grey colour, like the colour had been sucked right out of them, and she just sat there staring at me in the rear view mirror, not blinking.

So I asked where she wanted to go. Restaurant? Hospital? I started listing places, hoping she'd react to something. Train station? Finally, after what felt like forever, she spoke. Her voice was barely above a whisper, and all she said was, downtown. So I started driving. I tried making conversation at first, you know, the usual small talk about the weather, how cold it was, that sort of thing, but she didn't respond. So eventually I gave up and just drove in silence. But eventually, after we crossed over into downtown, she finally spoke again. I noticed she'd been looking out the window, watching the night go by, and she suddenly

said, isn't it so pretty? And I chuckled and kept driving till we were in the heart of the city, then I looked up to ask her exactly where she wanted to be dropped off. But the back seat was empty, by which I mean the woman had vanished, and the door hadn't opened. I would have heard it. There was no sound, no movement, nothing. She was just... gone. I pulled over right there and checked the back seat. No purse or anything else to show that anyone had been there at all. I even

checked the door to make sure it was properly closed. It was. For a long time, I tried to convince myself that I'd imagined the whole thing. Maybe I was more tired. It was. For a long time, I tried to convince myself that I'd imagined the whole thing. Maybe I was more tired than I thought. Maybe there was something wrong with that tuna sandwich. I don't think gas can do that, Fred. But here's the thing that really gets me. You remember how I said I picked her up in Mooreorpark? Well, the spot where she was standing was right across from Mount Pleasant Cemetery. Right across from it. Also, she never paid for the ride. But I guess that's what you should expect when you pick up a ghost!

AHHHH! AHHHH! Oh, you know what this reminds me of? Did you ever read, like, scary stories? Like, when you were a kid? Like there was like a book that was literally just called like Scary Stories 3. Like Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark or something? Yeah, Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark.

It reminds me of like one of those. Ooh. That's a great story. Yeah, what I loved about this story was number one, how familiar it seemed in a weird way, you know, but also it seemed weirdly sentimental. I could hear a saxophone playing in the background. You know, the ghost presumably had unfinished business maybe that she needed to go and do. That line in the middle of when they're in the car and she says,

It's so pretty. That really kind of stuck with me. It's such a weird thing for a ghost to say rather than you would think they'd say something like, oh, I miss this. No, no, that tracks with me. That tracks with me with ghost emotional state of just kind of appreciating a night out on the town.

Yeah, it's kind of just a wistful quality to the whole thing. It's very wistful. Yeah. Exactly. What stuck with me though is like this happened in 1992, it said, so I have to assume that the cab did not have a camera in it. Right.

No, I think in 92 they wouldn't have cameras. Which is unfortunate because he could have gotten really quick evidence as to whether or not. But then that's if a camera would have picked up this lady. I think that would have said something though if he's having a conversation on video with nothing. Right. And then I think the real kicker for me was that revelation at the end that he didn't

just pick her up on a random street, he picked her up at the cemetery. Yeah. Yeah. So, Fred, thanks again for sending us this really compelling story, presumably a ghost story, because I can't imagine what else it would be. Right, and speaking of stories, this episode is sponsored by BetterHelp, and they want us to ask you

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Let's take a look at where we're heading, McCloud. I think we got another spooky one coming. You guys live to torment me. So this one is not necessarily spooky. It's definitely weird. We got a UFO type story here from Henry from Kansas. All right. Awesome.

I'm down. That feels right. Kansas UFO story. Crop circles and whatnot. Yeah. I think we're going to get pretty darn close to that. Cool. All right.

So I don't think there's any Kansas accents really. So not really. It's kind of Midwest. A gentleman's a little bit older though. I'd expect he's at least in his early sixties. Okay. Well, voice print generally doesn't change that much in the early sixties. Oh, interesting.

So let's get the music going. Okay, hit me. And whenever you're ready, McCloud. Hello. Oh, very formal. That's very just polite. Very Kansas. Hello. Hi, Henry. Hello. I've been seeing on the news and internet all the reports of these drones or lights in New Jersey. Oh, whoa, it's super recent. Okay. Okay. Oh, and it's okay. I see. And this is what prompted him to send us the story.

I think where we're going. Okay. Awesome. Oh, and it's okay. I see and this is what prompted him to send us the story I think we're going okay awesome cool I've been seeing on the news and internet all the reports of these drones or lights in New Jersey and other places around the world And it's gotten me thinking about something that happened to me 20 years ago involving a light that I just couldn't explain I'm a farmer and have had my land over 30 years now more than 1,000 acres Mostly corn and soybeans, northwest, northwest Kansas. I don't want people trying to find it or anything, so all I'll say is it's a typical setup. Big barn, simple house, couple silos. And my wife and I raised both our kids here. Our daughter was off

at college then, but our son Kyle was still in high school when this happened. It was spring and unseasonably warm, and I'd spent most of the day working our irrigation system. And by the time it got dark, I was in the barn working on the tractor. I remember there was a problem with the hydraulics that needed fixing pronto. Kyle was supposed to be doing his homework, but around 9.30 he came running into the barn. And now Kyle wasn't the type to get excited over anything. He was always pretty level-headed.

But that night his eyes were wide and he was talking so fast I could barely understand him at first. He kept telling me I had to come see a weird light out over the fields. I figured it was probably just lights from a plane and I told him as much, but Kyle insisted this wasn't a plane. He said it was too low and it was moving wrong. And the way he said that word, wrong, that's what got me. So when he said something was off, I figured I better take a look. As soon as we cleared the barn doors, I saw exactly what Kyle was talking about.

There was this bright orange light hanging maybe 100 feet up in the air, maybe a quarter mile west of the barn. And even from that distance, it was incredibly bright, like someone had stuck a massive spotlight up there. But the strangest thing was how it just sat there, completely still, not making a sound. So basically, it seemed a lot like those drones people are seeing these days, except this was well before anyone, especially in Kansas, had anything like that. So we kept watching it when suddenly it shot sideways, and I mean fast.

It covered maybe 500 yards in less than a second, then just stopped dead again. And at that, Kyle grabbed my arm and pointed out what he meant about the movement being wrong. So we jumped in my arm and pointed out what he meant about the movement being wrong. So we jumped in my pickup and started after the thing. I've got more than a mile of fields in that direction and the thing led us all over the place. At one point it crossed over onto the Peterson's property. Sorry, by the way, I made that name up for privacy. Oh, okay. Wow, Henry, you are so thoughtful. Um, but then it came right back over our land, and we must have chased for five or ten minutes at least. And of course, Kyle tried to film it, but this was 2004, and those

phones barely had cameras. So of course, he didn't get anything good. And we even lost sight of it for a minute when it went behind some trees near the property line, but then we spotted it again just hovering out there in the distance. So we stopped the truck right there in the middle of the road and watched as the light just hung there for maybe 30 seconds, then started slowly dropping down into the cornfield, like a balloon losing air, until we couldn't see it anymore. After thinking a few minutes about what we were going to do, we drove out to the spot, we thought it went down. I grabbed the flashlight from under the seat and we started looking around,

but it was strange, there were no more lights, no strange objects, nothing burning or glowing or anything. But then Kyle spotted something in the ground. There was this weird depression, maybe five feet across, perfectly round, like someone had pressed a giant bowl into the ground. There was this weird depression, maybe five feet across, perfectly round, like someone had pressed a giant bowl into the soil. It is a crop circle! It's just straight up a crop circle! The corn stalks around it were bent outward like something had pushed them down from above. Or Terminator. Oh. Right?

Yep. Yep. The really strange thing was how warm the ground felt in that spot. It was a cool night, probably in the low 50s, but when I put my hand down in that depression, the soil was warm to the touch, almost like it had been baked. I took pictures the next morning with my digital camera, but by then the depression wasn't nearly as clear. Within a week, you couldn't really tell anything had happened there at all. I even called the sheriff, who's a friend of mine,

and he stopped by for a look, but said he hadn't gotten any reports of anything strange at all. But I know what we saw. I've been farming that land my whole life, and I've never seen anything else like it. Kyle's got his own farm now, and neither of us has any idea what it was,

but we both know it wasn't anything normal. Hit the nail on the head with the crop circle thing. Yeah. Like literally a circle. But what was kind of cool about this was when I think of crop circles, and maybe this is just because of the movie signs, but you think of the corn just kind of being bent over

and there's nothing actually touching the ground, so to speak. In this case, it sounds like there was a depression in the ground. Right. Like a crater, like a little crater almost. Yeah, absolutely. And he said in the story, he took a picture of it. He didn't send us the picture.

Please send us the picture. Henry. Henry. I mean, I guess it may be from back in the day. It was a while ago. It might not be a digital picture. Well, back then, I'm trying to remember. Oh, no, wait, it was 2004, right?

Yeah. So there's digital cameras, but those were garbage. Yeah. back in the day, it was a while ago, it might not be a digital picture. I'm trying to remember. Oh no, wait, it was 2004, right? Yeah, so there's digital cameras, but those were garbage. Yeah. It's like 300 pixels. Yeah, and usually when I think of crop circles too, I think those intricate designs that I think are widely verified as hoaxes, that's people with a plank of wood out there. But I find this really plausible because it's just a depression in the ground basically and...

I like Henry. I gotta say, just from the... He had me at hello. So Henry, really cool story. Thank you for sending it to us and giving us something that was potentially alien related. That's really awesome. Yeah. Sightings will be back just after this.

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Visit flyporter.com and actually enjoy economy. economy. So we got one more, McLeod, are you ready for this one? This one's a scary one, I'm not going to lie, this one spooked the hell out of me. Can I share the title that I'm looking at? Yes. Okay, possessed teddy bear. That is the title. I'm so upset right now.

I gave it that title. Yeah, I get it. Because they didn't write a title. Sure, sure. Well, I'm upset with you. I'm upset with what's about to happen. Do you understand how many teddy bears and stuffed animals are around my house,

like with three young kids? Like now every single one. You're never going to look at any of them the same ever again, I guarantee it. So let me give credit where credit is due. This was submitted to us by Jamie, who said they're from Chicago. I don't know if that means they live in Chicago now or what. And in the cloud, because I know Jamie could be a guy's name or a girl's name, Jamie is a guy.

Oh, Jamie is a guy. Okay, no, one of my best friends growing up was named Jamie, so that tracks, although I do know a lot of Jamie's that are girls too, so it's a good name. Yeah, so I expect that we're early 30s on this, so just you can play totally straight, I think. Okay, cool. So this weird thing happened to me a few months back, and I've been trying to make sense of it ever since. I guess I should start, we'll see now I know where we're going and so I'm already just uncomfortable.

I need to stop putting titles on these stories. You should just let me find out because now I'm like, I just feel like there's a weight on my chest with every sentence. I guess I should start by saying that my mom passed away earlier this year. I'm sorry, Jamie. It wasn't unexpected or anything. She'd been sick for a while. But I guess you're never really prepared for that kind of thing. No.

Anyway, about a month after the funeral, I finally worked... Sorry. The anyway is Jamie's words, not mine. I'm not being callous here. Anyway, about a month after the funeral, I finally worked up the energy to start going through her stuff. My mom wasn't exactly a hoarder,

but she definitely held onto things. The lawyer handed me like six boxes of my old stuff that she had apparently specifically wanted me to have. And honestly, most of it was just random junk from when I was a kid. Old report cards, little league trophies, all those terrible crafts I made her in school, that kind of stuff. Yeah, it is wild going back home to where you grew up and like seeing the artifacts of your youth.

Artifacts is a great word. Yeah. It always makes me feel like an emotional archaeologist. But for myself. Who was this young boy? Well, we're going to go digging into some terror. Yeah. I'm just procrastinating. But yeah, man, here we go. But there was this one thing that was definitely odd man out. This old teddy bear that used to sit in the top corner of this glass cabinet in the office

when I was growing up. The bear itself wasn't anything special to look at. It really was just your typical teddy bear, maybe about a foot tall with this super matted fur that had definitely seen better days. It had these black button eyes and a slightly crooked nose that looked like it had been sewn back on at some point. It wasn't dirty or gross really, just ancient, like something you'd see in an antique shop. I hadn't thought about that bear in years, but seeing it brought back this really specific

memory from when I was maybe seven or eight. I remember one night when I was a kid my mom accidentally left the cabinet unlocked. I'd always wondered about that bear because mom never let me play with it. Weird? That's me talking. Okay. Which of course just made me want it more. So that night I snuck downstairs after bedtime thinking I'd just take it to my room for a while, but when I got close to the cabinet I swear I heard this weird, I don't know, like mumbling or whispering coming from inside. And I don't have any idea what it said, like, like I said, it was so mumbly, but it freaked me out so bad I turned to run and crashed right into my mom. That's... spooky. She'd followed me downstairs and man, she was mad.

Not like regular mom mad either. She seemed actually scared. Mom, why do you still have this teddy bear that if you're so scared of it? I have questions. I have so many questions. She just grabbed me, slammed the cabinet shut, and told me never to touch it ever. if you're so scared of it. I have questions. I have so many questions. She just grabbed me, slammed the cabinet shut, and told me never to touch it ever.

The cabinet was off limits, and the bear was a family heirloom that belonged to her mother and her grandmother before that. Fast forward to me going through these boxes, and there it was. I mean, I didn't even know if the thing had a name or anything, and I seriously thought about just giving it to goodwill with the other stuff, but something about knowing how

old it was and how many generations it had been in the family, it just didn't seem right, I guess. Though I gotta admit, I didn't exactly want it sitting out in my apartment either. Yeah, you're darn tootin'. I mean, I occasionally have dates over. Hahahaha! I'm sorry. Before I find out where we're going and if it's someplace serious, I just have this vision of the most ruined blind date or ruined... Oh, that's just my... Don't worry about that.

Don't look that way. I Occasionally have dates over and having an old teddy bear on display kind of kills the mood. Yeah, there you go There you go So I stuck it so I stuck it in a box and shoved it on the top shelf of my bedroom closet And since I'm sending you guys this story, I'm sure you figured out that things don't end there You know us all too well. Yes. So about a week later I woke up in the middle of the night to this weird sound coming from my closet. I was joking. I was joking. It was it was almost like a faint scratching noise and my first thought was mice which was definitely not something I wanted to deal with at 3 a.m.

But when I checked the closet, there was nothing there, just boxes, including the one with the bear, right where it was supposed to be. So I convinced myself it was just the building settling or something and went back to bed. That's relatable. I think we've all woken up in the middle of the night thinking we've heard something, and especially like a scratching sound and been like, oh no, is there a rat in my pantry? Oh my God, where do you... What is happening in your house, McLeod?

Do you have rats? What do you mean? That's like, you've never just like woken up thinking like, oh no, do we have mice? But my mind doesn't go to a rat. Well, I lived in New York for a while, so... Well, ask yourself this, would you rather have a rat in your house or a possessed teddy bear?

Rat. Yeah. Rat. I mean,. Rat. Yeah. Yeah. I mean, I think. Keep reading. Okay. Alright, here I go.

A few days after that, I came home from work and noticed my closet door was open and I never leave it open because it blocks the path to the bathroom. But what was even weirder was that the box with the bear in it seemed different. Like it had been moved or something. But I figured maybe I'd bumped it when I was getting dressed that morning and just didn't remember it, and also that I'd somehow forgotten to close the door. Then one night, I was in my living room watching Netflix when I heard this crash from my bedroom, and when I went to check, the closet door was open again

and there were a couple of boxes knocked over on the floor, including the one with the bear. But here's the thing, the bear wasn't in the box anymore. It was sitting in the middle of my floor facing the wall, just sitting there and, I mean, boxes fall sometimes, but how does a teddy bear end up perfectly positioned like that? So I put it back in the box. Pause. What?

McCloud, breathe. You're getting loud. I didn't notice So I put it back in the box trying to tell myself I was being ridiculous But then the last straw came and I swear to God I'm not crazy when I say this really happened So I woke up around 2 a.m And that bear was in the exact same spot again right in the middle of my floor Facing the wall and I was lying there in bed, totally frozen,

trying to figure out what to do. When the bear's head, it just turned. Oh my goodness. I don't, this, no, this did not happen to you. You're a good storyteller. That's my, that's where I stand on this. I swear to God, swear on, hmm. And then he hits me with this. I swear to God, swear on... Hmm. And then he hits me with this.

I swear to God, swear on my mother, that bear's head completely turned around to look at me. Not like it fell over or something. It straight up rotated to stare at me with those black button eyes. Can I stop, Brian? What's wrong? This is a pleasant story. Of a boy and his bear. It's basically Winnie the Pooh going on right now.

So it's just Winnie the Pooh. We got it. It's just Winnie the Pooh. And yeah, hell no. So I grabbed the biggest box I could find, threw it over the bear, duct taped the hell out of it, stuffed it in a garbage bag and drove it across town and dumped it in a random dumpster. I know that sounds extreme, but man, you weren't there. You didn't see it.

That doesn't sound extreme to me, Jamie. I think you should have lit it on fire, Jamie. Yeah, but then you would have heard it had to hear its screams. That's horrifying. Well, here we are, right? The thing that keeps bugging me, though, is what did my mom actually know about this thing? Is that why she kept it locked up? Why didn't she just get rid of it? Was she protecting it or protecting us from it? I've thought about calling my aunt to ask if she knows anything about it, but honestly, I'm not sure I want to know.

I still feel kind of guilty about throwing it away though. Like, what if it finds its way to some kid or something? But then I think about those button eyes turning to look at me, and I know I made the right choice. [♪ Dramatic music playing. V.O.] Can you imagine someone dumpster diving though, finding that it ends up at a Goodwill or something, and this poor child ends up with that bear?

I refuse to. I refuse to imagine it. Ugh. Are you gonna survive in your house tonight, MacLeod, with all the how many stuffed animals do you have? Yeah, because I know them all. We've had them for a long time. I trust them. Oh, you trust them?

Yeah. We've got some old ones too, and they're great. I love them. I am emotionally attached to them, and I know they wouldn't do something like this to me. They wouldn't turn their heads and glare at you? No. That's horrifying, though. Yeah.

I don't want to talk about this one anymore. Jamie, you've rendered McCloud speechless, which is hard to do. Thank you for sending the most horrifying toy story that I've ever heard. I mean, I guess it could get worse. Yeah, but the fact that all it did was looked at him. Right.

I think there's something way scarier about that. Yeah. In my mind. Yeah. Yep. The subtle stories sometimes are the scariest because, I mean, not that this is that subtle, if I'm being honest. So, McCloud, you've survived three more stories. Don't you mean two more?

I only remember two stories. There was that one about the taxi and the ghost, which was very creepy, and then there was that one in Kansas about the, and then that's all I remember. And I remember asking myself, why didn't Brian do three stories? You already have post-traumatic stress disorder. Yeah.

I've already blocked it out. Well, you guys, like we said, we are going to be doing these listener story episodes every month, or at least as long as you keep sending amazing and terrifying and really fun stories our way. Again, our inbox is always open at stories at sightingspodcast.com. You can also find us on Instagram at sightingspod. Hit us up there anytime. But not with stories like this one about bears with their heads turning around.

No, I think you should. The scarier the better, please. I love seeing the cloud creep down McCloud this is the part where you ask where we're going. Oh, right, right, right, right. That's right. That's right Okay. Okay, Brian. I am Ecstatic to move on and ask you where are we going next week? You will be pleased to know that we are actually gonna do what I think is actually a little bit of a heartwarming story. But it does involve aliens and it does happen in Washington, D.C. So that's where we're going. I'm not going to tell you what it is, though. Heartwarming and D.C. don't often go together, but... Valid. Valid.

But I'm intrigued and excited. So come back and see us next week, same time, same place, for another, honestly, I think maybe the coolest story we're going to have done so far on the show. Whoa, that's bold words. Gauntlet throne, Brian. Gauntlet throne. You got to stick around to find out. See you then.

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