The Tape Library - Archive of the Paranormal & the Unexplained - 7 TRUE Paranormal Stories To Fall Asleep To (Night Drive Episode 7)

Episode Date: July 26, 2024

Welcome to Night Drive Paranormal. In this episode, we dive into seven spine-tingling stories from our listeners. The Tape Library presents these true tales set against the backdrop of a never-ending night drive. Sit back, relax, and let the feeling of dread wash over you. Sign up to Patreon for early access and shout outs - www.patreon.com/thetaplibrary Subscribe now for more terrifying tales of the paranormal. If you have a story to share then you can email me at [e-mail] Stock footage from Artgrid and Envato CHAPTERS  00:00 Night Drive Paranormal 00:55 Friend For Life 06:26 Jericho Plantation 12:57 My Fault 19:19 The Two Sisters 25:29 Lights In The sky 32:08 Bottom Of Our Beds 34:55 Stuck in the Cabin Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Maybe you should stop. Pick her up. She's all alone out there. Welcome to Night Drive Paranormal. Every few weeks I bring you tales of the paranormal that have been sent to me from listeners of my main show, the tape library. Tonight I'm bringing you seven brand new, never heard before, creepy stories. Please remember, whatever you choose to believe,

The people who submitted these stories all claim that their experiences really happened. So get yourself comfortable and let's get into our first tale, shall we? Don't touch that dial. We're about to take a long night drive together. Case 1. This submission takes us through a few strange occurrences through this person's life. My mum is from rural island and when she was growing up in the 50s There was an old lady named Kate that she became friendly with down the lane.

In rural island you can still see the single-story whitewashed houses, the people lived in some places, and Kate lived in one of them. Kate passed away when my mum was still a child, and the land her house was on was passed to my mum. As she was a child and this was the 50s, my granddad gifted the land to my uncle. He and his wife built their house next to Kate's, and kept hers there.

It was empty and derelict, but no harm to anyone to keep. And as the land was also used for cattle grazing, it gave them some shelter. My aunt and uncle built a tall wall between the houses, and they had some sort of electrical shed at the bottom of the garden. But if you were small enough, you could squeeze between it to get to the field next door. When I was around seven, my brother would have been nine. I was a bullsy kid. I'm kind of a wuss now.

He dared me to go to the empty house. Obviously I said yes, and off I went. I remember it being a really warm day, and being rural island now in the 90s, it was pretty quiet. I got to the door which was propped open and opened it a little more. The house was just two rooms separated by a wall in the middle,

but no door so I could see the whole thing. I remember the floor being soft, as it was now made up of years of old Kalpoo. I looked to the right and there was a table with a chair, and an old wood-burning oven and a few other bits I didn't register. However, when I looked to the left, there was a dip in the floor by a stone fireplace and an armchair next to it. In the armchair, I saw an old lady with long hair looking at me. I didn't feel afraid.

I can't explain why, but there wasn't a negative feeling to the place. But I suddenly thought, Oh no, I've been caught. And ran back to the house next door. I told my brother and cousins what I had seen. And they told me it was rubbish as no one lived there. Being seven and furious at being called a liar, I made them go back around with me.

But when we got there and looked in. side there was nothing there, no furniture, no old lady. Just a dip in the floor in front of the remains of an old fireplace. I told my mum about it years later and she's convinced it was caked. She used to sit in that spot by the fire in an armchair. For my next bit of weirdness, a few years ago I started having a recurring nightmare about a room. I didn't recognise the house I was in but there was a room at the very top of the stairs that I didn't want to go into. After a few times sporadically having this nightmare, on one night I went in. There was a fireplace to the left as you go in, with a painting of an angel on the wall, a large bed opposite

and an old wardrobe to the right by a window. In my dream I knew I was in Ireland. When I told my mum about it and described the room. She said that I was describing her grandmother's bedroom. Exactly. In a house that hadn't been lived in since my mum was a child, there's no way I could describe it to having never been there. But the painting was in my granny's house when I was growing up. For my final spooky story, I used to live in an old house next to a secondary school, with my ex and his teenage daughter. They didn't like the house and both smelled odd things at the same point on the stairs, but I could never smell anything, and I didn't want to point out that it was probably his daughter's room at the top of the stairs. My ex would wake up with odd bruises on his hills

and didn't sleep well the whole year we lived there, and he generally hated being there. One day I was in the dressing room changing my top, and one of my earrings pinged out, The room was quite small so I looked for it. I found the post but not the butterfly from the back. So I took out my other one and threaded the post through the other butterfly. Putting them on the side so I wouldn't lose them. A few days later I found the lost butterfly next to the one I'd left on the side. I took them downstairs to my ex and said,

You found my butterfly. He said, I didn't find it. I didn't know you'd lost one. his daughter hadn't been at the house since I lost a butterfly, nor had anyone else. I went back upstairs and said thank you for finding my butterfly, out loud because I'm not messing with that. I liked the house and always felt peaceful and happy there,

despite it being an unhappy relationship. So I guess whoever it was liked me. Let's jump straight into our second case, an encounter that will be taken us into America's history. Building a new home is both stressful and exciting, but it was a challenge my mum and stepdad happily undertook shortly after their marriage. There was a total of six of us, including my step-siblings, who stayed overnight once a month.

So a large, comfortable home with a big yard and woods to explore was ideal for our blended family. my stepdad's employer offered plots of land for sale and at a discount for their employees, and the decision was made to purchase a few acres and build the dream home my parents wanted. Before going further, I need to give you a little history lesson. The area where I grew up, Southampton County, Virginia, is not only famous for peanuts and ham, but also for the Nat Turner Slave Uprising. On the evening of August 21, 1831, Nat Turner, an enslaved preacher and self-proclaimed prophet,

launched a deadliest slave revolt in US history. Turner, along with other slaves, killed 55 white men, women and children, as they marched towards the town of Jerusalem, now modern-day Cortland. The rebellion was crushed within two days, and those involved with the exception of Turner who escaped, were captured and executed. Turner remained on the run until he was captured on October 30th, and soon met his fate at the end of a hangman's noose. Tragically, dozens of innocent slaves were also killed in retribution for the revolt.

Efforts within Virginia's government put the state on a path to emancipation failed. Prost-lavery politicians used the revolt to fearmonger, saying if slaves were freed, they could more easily come after, their former owners, if the plans for emancipation have been successful. It's quite possible the civil war would have been avoided. My parents in researching the land they were building on, found out a place called Jericho Plantation had occupied the place where our home would be. As the clearing of the land took place, we would often find bits of pottery,

old bottles, silverware, and pieces of what appeared to be brick or part of a foundation. To keep cost down, my parents did as much of the work as they could themselves, especially inside the house. One day, my stepdad was there alone, staining the steps that led upstairs. He began hearing footsteps walking around one of the bedrooms, and thinking it was an intruder got his pistol ready to defend himself. The footsteps left the room, crossed the hallway which my stepdad had a clear view of, and went to the other bedroom.

My stepdad saw no one. He immediately closed a can of stain and left. He told my mum what happened and they agreed not to tell me or my siblings because they didn't want to scare us. Soon after moving in, however, my siblings and I realised that our family weren't the only occupants.

We heard footsteps in our rooms, felt cold spots, and our dog would growl at one particular corner in mine and my step-sisters' room. Our first year in the house, while my brother and I were at our dads for Christmas Eve, my mum and stepdad were kept awake all night by footsteps, going from one upstairs bedroom to the other, as if someone was up there, looking for us.

On one occasion I was shaken awake from a nap, and even felt the pressure of fingers on my shoulders when this happened. One night as I was brushing my teeth, I saw the reflection of a face in the bathroom mirror, peering around the doorframe. It disappeared when I turned around. There was a constant rhythmic tapping on the brass headboard of my bed, every night until in frustration, I grabbed the headboard and yanked it, loudly demanding, stop it, at who or whatever was doing the tapping, by far my brother had the worst experience. After a long shift at the fast food place where he was working, he laid face down, exhausted on his bed.

Before he could fall asleep, something grabbed his ankles, flipped him over on his back and started dragging him off the bed. He managed to get loose and turn on his bedside lamp, thinking it was our stepbrother who was in the bed next to him. My brother got out of bed and angrily shook him, thinking our stepbrother was just faking being asleep. He wasn't faking, however. And my brother realised there was no way our stepbrother could have got back into bed in the time it took my brother to turn on the lamp.

Our neighbour's two houses down also began having things happen. most notably the sound of party clinking glasses, laughter and music coming from the downstairs. They and my parents spoke to a local historian who looked further into the history of the plantation and discovered our house was built where the slave quarters had been located, and the neighbours was where the main house had been. We don't know if anyone who lived there all those years ago were victims of the uprising, especially since the records of the slaves who were killed out of vengeance are pretty much non-existent. But whoever remained definitely had an interest in the new occupants of the land, where their home once stood.

The activity decreased as the years passed, until it disappeared altogether. My mum passed in 2020, and my stepdad sold the house to my stepbrother and his wife last year. As far as I know, the spirits have remained quiet. Did you know you can now support this show and the tape library through Patreon? Get early access to all videos and even credits on future releases. Head over to patreon.com forward slash the tape library to learn more. Time for case number three. I'd like to preface this by saying,

I will forever regret not stealing a copy of this video. I don't condone stealing, but this was too important to be lost to the video abyss. My name is Xavier, and I was working for this company in Phoenix, Arizona. Still do. We work with children and house them for short periods of time. We had a series of cottages where we housed the children. This incident took place several years ago and happened over a few weeks. I've always wanted to share this story but never have until now.

The story isn't very scary as much as sad, really. One night in late September, maybe early October. I arrived at work for my graveyard shift. It was an uneventful night. The following morning we awoke the children and took them outside for PE. This is when I noticed the ground between Cottage Night and the basketball courts had been arated. A few nights later, my partner and I were working in Cottage House.

It was getting late so I stood up to stretch. As I did, I heard and felt what I could best describe as something huge, slamming on the roof of our cottage. My only reaction was to reach my arms out to the sides and crouched down. I actually felt the entire roof compress. I can't explain that and I know it sounds unbelievable. But this is what I felt. I woke my partner up and asked him if he felt anything. My partner replied, no.

I quickly called staff at Cottage 7 and Cottage 9 and asked them if they had heard anything. They each replied, We think we heard something, but we're not sure. I hung up the phone. I then told my partner we're going to hear sirens because this was big. We waited for several minutes and nothing. I told my team leader about the incident and moved on.

I dismissed the entire incident, but I know what I heard, and more importantly, what I felt. I went on my regular days off, and when I returned to work the following Sunday night, my team leader would call for physical headcounts of the children. This would go on every few minutes throughout the course of the night and continuing nights thereafter. After a week or so of physical headcounts several times,

throughout the course of the night my team leader called me to Cottage 5 where our security cameras are located She asked me to look at some video footage stating where did they go? I looked at the footage I asked her to replay the footage again the footage was of these shadow people Walking in a row one behind the other they would come up from the sidewalk take several steps steps, then take one final step and disappear into the ground. After seeing the footage I turned to my team leader and told her, those aren't children. And if you look closely, you'll see the one in the front looks like he's carrying a baby before they disappeared into the ground.

My team leader granted me permission to continue to view the footage. The following is what we observed. Then they, the shadow people, took that final step. I saw them morph into clear smoke, go into the ground followed by sparkly flashes coming up from the ground, followed by what I could only refer to as their souls. A cloud of grey smoke sucked into the ground, as if a high-powered vacuum had sucked the smoke in, followed by more sparkles that were also sucked into the ground. a few minutes they would come up from where they had entered the ground, walk back to their

original spot, and go back to the sidewalk. After a few minutes, everything would repeat itself. This activity would play out throughout the course of the night. Back and forth. Back and forth. Time after time. Like I said, sad really. I remember telling my team leader, They died quickly in either a car accident or a burning building, but it was quick and they all died together. The activity continued until early November. Around November 7th, my team leader called me to Cottage 5 once again. She asked me to look at some video footage and told me, this is going to trip you out. As I looked at the video footage, I noticed a black car, careering into the side of Cottage 9.

You could clearly see most of the front end of the car, with the rear of the car ghosting, fading away, as if you took a paintbrush full of paint and brushed it on a canvas. As you brushed a canvas, the paint would fade away. I told my team leader, I told you it was car accident. That was the last time we saw any activity. Everything returned to normal. Several years later, I was working in cottage. 9. My curiosity got the best of me, so I grabbed her phone and began recording through a window,

nearest to the basketball court. I record something that required me to listen to it several times before I understood what it said. It was a long, low, drawn-out whisper, stating, My fault. This experience has changed me. I just wish I had the ability to help them move on, but I was too afraid to venture into that realm. Have you experienced something that you believe may have been paranormal? Want me to read out your experience for others to hear? Then please do drop me an email at the tape library at Protonmail.com. Case number four now.

We moved just over three years ago in mid-March to a tiny hamlet in Devon called Colford. It's a picturesque place of, fetched cottages in the Devon countryside. Our house is from around 1690, so it's pretty old. On the day of the move, we had a distinct sensation of being watched and followed throughout the house. No noises, just the strong sense that we weren't alone. It wasn't a malevolent feeling, just an unsettling one. Our first night has kind of set the scene for the next three years. A partner and I went to bed on makeshift blow-up mattresses. We had only got the key some three or so hours beforehand.

We left the bedroom door open to the hallway. We now make a habit of never doing this since. Where we felt watched from the corridor. When I eventually got to sleep, I dreamt of walking around the house, but being followed by a little old lady, wearing a dark brown floor-length dress, a brown blouse, white apron, and white lace bonnet. She showed me the house, pointing things out until eventually standing in front of me, and saying, hello, my name is Annie. At this I instantly awoke. It wasn't scary, but a very odd feeling.

Upon waking, however, there was a sound of children giggling to each other. coming from the room next door since then we've known the ghost to Zanny in the days that followed there was still the sensation of being watched the footsteps both day and night including the sound of someone running down the stairs upon my partner returning home

no one lives on either side of us and we don't have any children or pets to explain the sound of footsteps the bumps or things moving. And the nearest children, as we regularly hear giggling, in the hamlet, live about 50 metres away. It got so loud on one occasion with the feeling of being watched and followed that I said out loud that it's our house and we're here to protect it and we weren't going to damage the house. The rest of the night was a calmer one and has settled.

gentle occurrences. To name some of those occurrences we've had lights turning on and off. In fact, when the lights flicker and we tell Annie to stop playing with the lights, it instantly stops. We have doors open in the closing, tapped turning on and off, and things being moved or thrown. Both my partner and I have seen this, as have my mother and grandmother who have stayed over, items such as weighing scales being thrown from the counter to the middle of the room, candlesticks moving along countertops, and a cap from a firmest flask being thrown from the counter and hidden the wooden beam in the middle of the room.

We regularly see a lady in brown around the house, though mainly downstairs in the area of the front door entrance and kitchen. She has also been seen by guests, who describe her without prior description from us, and her neighbours seeing her face in the downstairs window. At times it has sounded like someone has got into the house due to how pronounced the sound of pacing footsteps are. They can be heard all the way up the stairs, along the corridor and on the ground floor. I have gone to check on occasion to only have the sound of footsteps stop in that area as soon as they are checked upon.

There are a lot of occurrences that tend to peak each end of May in mid-September. In the last few days alone we've had bumps. including while typing this, seeing a figure in brown and items moving. I have chatted with one of our neighbours, a farmer who was born and lived in the hamlet all his life. He is the oldest resident at around 94 years old, and his family have lived in the hamlet for at least the last 300 years. He indicated two ladies died in that house. They were sisters in the 1920s, and in fact named the cottage what is his time. day. One collapsed in the street and was carried into the house where she promptly died, and several years later her sister died, but was noted to walk around the hamlet at night, searching for her sister.

The deaths of the two sisters, May and September, coincide with the peaks of activity. Indeed, seeing the Lady in Brown is typically around May time, including items being moved, and the sound. of pacing and footsteps is typically more in September. I had been to visit their grave at the local cemetery. Bizarrely it was the first grave I saw. Overall we do have pretty regular occurrences of activity to the point now where we brush it off. Something a little strange happened while I was halfway through reading that story. I heard clear as day the sound of a cat screeching, followed by loud footsteps running around. I assumed the sound of the cat must have come from outside even though it was really clear, but the footsteps sounded like it was definitely coming from inside.

I assumed my dog had heard the sound of the cat and run to the window to see where it was. But the dog is sleeping, soundly. I don't know what made that noise. We'll have a little break from the ghostly tales for a moment, I think, but this listener claims they have encountered some strange objects in the sky. On more than one occasion. Case number five. I have a few UFO encounters I'd like to share with the hopes that you'll be able to include my story

in an upcoming session of night drive. I've seen strange lights in the sky that I could not explain away as aircraft or natural phenomena three times throughout my life and came across what seemed to be a craft landed in the woods while my friends and I played outside at dust. when I was age 11. All my encounters take place in British Columbia, Canada,

my lifelong home and first happened in Squamish, BC. I was aged 11, and three other kids were there as well, which included my brother and the oldest guy who was 13. During that dusk while we played along a wide trail, not too distant from any of our homes. It was early fall 2003. Leaves were still on the tree and we played the usual fours, battles with cap guns and an armory of homemade wooden weaponry. Starting to tire out

after many hours, we decided to start walking home. Up a trail on our left that led up a steep embankment, we could see some sort of lights flashing between the leaves and tree trunks and decided to approach. As we got closer, there were puffs of steam and slight hissing noises, and I could see a variety of colours illuminating the steam as deep red, magenta, green and yellow lights flashed. I stopped and the oldest boy only went for a few more steps. We stared through the trees, whatever it was must have been deep set in the ground or behind cover because we could only see the steamy cloud and the weird lights in a small clearing. That was enough for us, and everyone ran full tilt back down the side.

trail to the main path home. Afterwards we discussed what it might have been we generally agreed it was the UFO that had landed and not someone camping out with special effects equipment. Nobody really talked about it much after that even though we revisited the spot a few days later and found a pressed down area in the grass and some fallen birch locks that looked crushed at the edges of the small hollow. The second, third and fourth encounters of being in Kootenay's BC where I now live While walking with my friend and his younger brother

Around 10 at night during the summer of 2011 We were chatting and heading to meet another of our group At his house up the road The younger brother said abruptly Whoa Look at that And we looked almost straight up from where he pointed Way overhead two orbs of yellow-white

light seemed to sense that we had seen them, and moved together and merged into one orb. They lingered for about half a second and then shot straight up into space, disappearing nearly instantaneously. I will always remember my friend calmly replying to me when I asked what it could have been. They're just here to check up and what's theirs, he said. We didn't even mention it to our buddy when we arrived at his house and continued the night as usual. In the summer of 2015, I was at a graduate reunion with my girlfriend, now wife. It was 8.30 at night and still very much light out. As people chatted at the campfire, I stepped away down the beach about 100 metres

and looked northwards over the lake to a mountain range beyond. I saw her a massive, blunt-ended, almond-shaped craft, phase into view as it flew along faster than any plane I've seen it was reefed in a kind of fiery plasma that fell away from it as it flew bright yellow turning orange as it separated from the ship and dissipated it was in view for about six to seven seconds and rather than risk losing track of it and coerves to look I stared intently and watched it as it hurtled along its perfectly flat trajectory and began to phase in and out a few times, flickering as it became invisible to the eye.

The craft, which would dwarf the largest aircraft, was suddenly gone, and so was the shimmering curtain of fire it dropped in its wake. That was pretty convincing for me that there are UFOs flying around, but the next encounter solidified my belief in UFOs completely. Late fall of 2017, around 10.30 at night, I stepped outside of our basement suite we rented in the town, butted up against the steep mountain. I looked up at the silhouette of the mountain, facing south as I stood there smoking. I could see the trees way up on the 45-degree ridge line in the dusk light, and admired the view while I picked out individual tree shapes. coming from my right heading towards the mountain side of my left, I could see an object meandering along through the sky

and thought it was a hot air balloon, which would be unusual for our area. As it travelled, it came a little closer, and I saw that it was a giant, purplish, red, faceted gemstone, like you would see on some royal jewellery, with a flat top and precision cuts. It was the size of an RV glowed a pinkish red from within, and anywhere the facets came to form points, especially the biggest point on the bottom.

The light was brighter and near brilliant white at the very tip of the facets. I could see it would be behind the mountain soon, so I watched with amazement as it bobbed down slowly, over the next 15-20 seconds, before it floated off behind the mountain and I lost sight of it. I told my wife once I went back inside, and I promptly went to make a colourful sketch depicting it. Really strange stuff, but I know what I saw, and continue to watch the skies every chance I get. Thank you, Cole, for that one. Now let's jump into our penultimate story for the evening. Case number six

Back in the mid-2000s, I was maybe 14 or 15 years old. Our house was two stories with my bedroom on the lower level, which was the only bedroom on that floor. At night I would feel my bed gets shaken, like someone bumped into it or hit it. Although that wasn't every night, only every now and then. Most nights, though, I would see a black tall figure standing at the end of the bed. Just standing and watching. It's safe to say I speak. most of my teens sleeping under the covers.

But it got stranger. I always had a weird vibe when I was on the second floor. The vibe was like someone was right behind you and I always felt uneasy walking down the stairs like I was going to be pushed. As a responsible teen, I was left home alone quite a lot and sometimes would hear banging coming from my parents' room on the second floor.

The banging sounded like a daughter. slamming. As a person who believes in the paranormal, I was quick to rule out wind or any other reasonable explanations. It was strange as it didn't happen all the time, but enough times that it made me question everything, which leads me to the front door incident. I was once again home alone, this time it was late-ish, about 8pm. There was a massive knock on the front door, like massive. Shocking. banging. It couldn't have been a knock and run as we had a veranda. I would have heard footsteps running off and a screen door that would need to be open to be able to get that type of knock

and shaking the door. It scared me to death. I'm now 29 and a year or so ago my stepdad passed. My mum began to tell me about the strange things she had seen in the house. Her encounters were of a strange tall black figure, holding their hand out to my stepdad as he was getting into bed. This is the same room where I was hearing banging on the same level that I felt uneasy on. I told her my stories,

and her face looked back to me, like, I've seen that as well. One last encounter to discuss tonight. Thank you to everyone who submitted their stories to make tonight's show possible. Don't forget if you have a story to share, I'm sure my listeners out there in the darkness would love to hear it. For one final time tonight, let's get into a ghost story. I have only ever had one concrete paranormal experience in my life.

I wouldn't call myself a believer in the paranormal, but it does interest me, especially after this experience. For some background, my grandparents owned a large cabin out in the middle of nowhere for most of my childhood. This cabin was likely built sometime between the 1940s to 1960s. However, my grandparents brought this house around 2004. The cabin was located about an hour and a half away from any large cities, in a small town with a population of a little over a thousand. Naturally, I grew up visiting this house every few weeks. as my parents and aunt often worried about their elderly parents living so far away from all of us. The property was rather large and included a pond, an airplane hanger my grandfather built to house his car projects

and plenty of acres of land for livestock, although he did not have many animals. The house always was a welcoming and fun place for me growing up, apart from the spiders and flies that always seem to be in every corner, due to the holes in some of the logs. My grandfather also had an office located right off the living room, which had plenty of seats to accommodate the seven children, and over 20 grandchildren our family has. I had a childhood dog from the ages of four to 16. He was an orange corgi named Smuckers. My grandparents did not like animals.

and they especially did not like animals in their house. As loving parents, my mum and dad of course ignored their requests and snuck smuckers in when they were not looking. He was a very well-behaved and lazy dog, so nothing ever came of it. My grandparents were not completely aged, but they did not take great care of their health, and therefore were declining quickly.

We got a call one day that my grandfather was not doing well. My family drove the two hours to go be with him in his last moments. But I stayed away. I'm not sure if I regret this or not still, as I wish to remember him as he was, rather than his final moments. They had set up a hospital bed in his bedroom, which can be reached near the back of the living room,

parallel to my grandfather's office. He passed away in the house, in his room, surrounded by family. After my grandfather's passing, it was no longer possible for my grieving grandmother to stay in the lonesome house.

She was relocated to a nursing home three hours away, where she would be much closer to my father and aunts. However, our time at the cabin was not over, as we had not sold it yet and it still needed tending to.

Our family took turns to making the drive to make sure that a house was taken care of. This is when things started to get weird. It started with our dog smuckers. They say that those can sense things that humans cannot, and this confirmed it for me.

Smuckers, who usually was enthusiastic to be invited into the cabin, pulled on his leash to get away from the house as we entered. When brought into the house, he shook like a leaf. Very odd behaviour for our usually chill dog. I remember the first night we spent there after my grandfather passed. I was sleeping out in the living room, as I have an irrational fear of bunk beds, which are the only beds available in the house other than my grandparents' old king bed. Smuckers was pacing in the middle of the night, whining,

while I was supposed to be asleep, but was instead scrolling through Instagram on my phone. He came over to the small couch I was resting on and jumped up into a space that did not fit him, leaving him on top of me. He was shivering more than I'd ever seen before, scared out of his wits. The next day we found him curled behind a recliner chair in the living room, staring into the door of my grandpa's office. Again, shivering.

Several months later we visit again with the same new terrified behaviour from smuckers. I had decided to stay on an air mattress in my grandparents' old room for whatever. every reason, while my parents stayed on my grandparents' old king-sized bed. Me being on the air mattress put me right below where the bed ended, meaning I could see under the bed from where I lay. Smuckers, who usually slept with me at night, was again in the fit of fear, shaking and panting. We were all aware at this point, wondering why he was acting so strange. Smuckers was a short dog,

but he was elderly and had bad legs that hurt him. Despite these facts, he managed to wiggle himself under the short space between the bed and the floor, practically crawling on his belly to get away from whatever it was he was seeing. This was not the only strange occurrence we experienced after my grandfather passed. They would be tapping on the outside walls of the cabin, almost like someone was running extremely fast around the outside of the cabin, knocking on the walls. It would go in a circle around the cabin. which was not possible due to the size of it.

For reference, there were five bedrooms and an outdoor patio. I'm unable to find the square footage of the cabin, but this freaked me and my siblings out, so we tried to sleep in the living room at night. Around two years later, my grandmother started the decline. My family, including the extended family, were on vacation about four hours away from her when we got the call. We immediately packed up and left,

speeding to get to her before she passed. We made it in time to say goodbye to her. As she passed, she spoke of my grandfather, saying that she could see him, that she was dancing with him. Whether that was spiritual or due to her pain medication, we will never know. We still owned the cabin, but we're now planning on selling it, as we do not watch to keep it alive ourselves. We visited it a few more times and never experienced any strange behaviour, or had any problems with us. dog being afraid of the house. I don't believe in God or heaven, but my only explanation for this is that my grandfather was stuck in the cabin after he passed away, wondering where

my grandmother had gone. Once she passed, they found each other again and moved on together. Thank you for joining me on another late night drive together. You did see her, didn't you? The woman, standing at the side of the road. I noticed her, but then I saw her again a few miles along. The same woman standing there with her thumb out. I swear they're identical, but... Oh, lost my train of fault there.

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