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Episode Date: February 26, 2026

Welcome back. Tonight’s episode of Night Drive Paranormal brings together true paranormal encounters from across the globe. These are firsthand accounts of unexplained experiences, strange presences, and moments that linger long after they’ve ended. These are real stories, submitted by listeners from different countries and cultures, each describing encounters that defy easy explanation. From quiet hauntings to unsettling late-night experiences, this episode is designed for slow listening, something to play on a night drive, in the dark, or as you drift off to sleep. As always, this is not sensationalised horror. There are no jump scares, no loud interruptions, just the stories told as they were experienced. Drive safe. Keep the volume low. And if something feels close… don’t turn around. 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] Additional footage and audio from Evanto, Artgrid, Epidemic Sounds, Singularity, Midjourney and Pexels. Music by Karl Casey @ White Bat Audio and the youtube audio library. All other footage used under fair use. CHAPTERS 00:00 Night Drive Paranormal 01:33 Case 1 08:31 Case 2 13:56 Case 3 20:34 Case 4 30:11 Case 5 42:32 Case 6 SpectreVision Radio is a bespoke podcast network at the intersection between the arts and the uncanny, featuring a tapestry of shows exploring creativity, the esoteric, and the unknown. We’re a community for creators and fans vibrating around common curiosities, shared interests and persistent passions. spectrevisionradio.com linktr.ee/spectrevisionsocial Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Spectre Vision Radio I invite you to be a tourist and step into the minds of those people lost to the unknown. When I was five years old, I became terrified of something in my room. There was a disembodied voice sighing, and I moved around the room, and the boys moved with me. When I was a little kid, I used to see, like, the medicine men have to go outside and chase away skin walkers. Clairvoyance is seeing mental images, symbols. Why is it that so many DMT experiencers report being pulled into... alien realms. We have hundreds and hundreds of people who have seen these UFOs. I am desperately

afraid of being seen as crazy. The weird borderline between dream and reality. We're at the cemetery. There's something moving through the woods that stand right outside of our lights. From behind the fridge door comes a big, dark figure, and I could just see the small red beady eyes. He got really close to my face and he said, stay away from things you don't understand. The paranormal consciousness. folklore, the occult, quantum physics, UFOs, hauntings, psychedelics, nightmares, creativity, philosophy, ghost doors, mysticism, big foot, epistemology, high strangeness, the cosmic joke, non-human intelligence, human intelligence, artificial intelligence, the other.

Spectorvision Radio, a strange podcast network for strange times. Hello, and thank you for tuning in tonight drive paranormal. Tonight I'll be bringing you a whole host of strange and unexplainable encounters that have been sent in by all of you. These tales come to me from all over the world and reflect a large amount of different beliefs and cultures. Some may sound strange to us, others more relatable, but I think it's important to see how the paranormal is viewed through different lenses.

In some cases, English isn't the first language of those who submit the stories. While some people have the inclination to write their experiences in a more traditional narrative prose. More often than not, stories are not provided by serious writers. I try my best to tie to them up a little, but please bear in mind these are not professionally written stories. They are supposedly real-life recountings. Whatever you choose to believe, the people who submitted these stories all claim that their accounts really happened. If there is some explanation for them though, well, that's up for debate. Let's jump straight into our first account tonight.

I'd like to share my driving experience from a few years ago. It happened in the area of the Central Belt, which is the most densely populated area in Scotland, including Glasgow and Edinburgh. Unfortunately, I can't remember exactly which road it happened on, as I drive all over the country for work, every day somewhere else, nowhere on a regular basis. It was a gloomy, rainy day. the usual in Scotland. I think it was early autumn. It wasn't pouring but the wipers had to be on constantly. It must have been afternoon but not too late as it was still light. I was driving back

home from work quite tired. Not only because of work that day but also because of the sad gloomy weather. You know that feeling when you zone out and kind of drive on autopilot. That's the frame of mind I was in. No thinking going on, no music, just drifting off into a standby, relaxed state and silence. The road I was on was a dual carriageway, not busy at all at the time. Traffic consisted of literally a few cars. The carriageway was quite long and bendy and also went up and down as the area was hilly. I was on top of one of the summits, which gave me a fairly fair view into the distance, despite the weather.

When I suddenly spotted a blue light, far away in front of me, under a small bridge, possibly a viaduct. The blue light belonged to an ambulance. Its front wheels were sitting on the near side of the road, with its back sticking out, and the rear wheels in the slow lane I was in. Remember in Scotland we drive on the left side, so everything is reversed in comparison to right-side traffic. Upon seeing it, a few things crossed my mind. The blue light is somehow faded. They should get the bulb changed. The ambulance seems to be quite an old model. Maybe that's why the light was dim, but it was still being reflected off the damp, shiny sides of the bridge.

Strangely, there's not a single person around it. it and all of the ambulance's doors were shut it just sat there there was no other vehicle there just this ambulance on its own I thought never mind an ambulance is an ambulance maybe something was happening in front of it and I just couldn't see it maybe there was a motorbike obscured by the ambulance as I thought that I slowed down substantially and went down the hill following the road knowing I had the ambulance sitting in my lane and I'd be approaching it soon. But I lost sight of it to the bridge for a moment, probably because the road was ascending again.

I was about to change lanes to the fast one to avoid the ambulance. But another car behind me, the only one on my side of the road at that time, started overtaking me as I was driving well below the speed limit at that point. Doesn't he see the light, I thought. Then he changed back into the slow lane and sped up, leaving me behind. Great, I thought. He's about to crash into the back of that ambulance. Eventually, still driving in the fast lane, I reached the summit and saw the bridge again, up close this time, and I was stunned.

I thought, what the fuck, to be honest. There was nothing there. No ambulance, no blue light. Nothing. empty road. I only saw the car that had overtaken me earlier far away in the distance, as the road was straight and clearly visible for a long stretch after the bridge. There was no junction or exit the ambulance could have taken when I had it out of my sight for that short while. The carriageway had steep banks on both sides and a barrier in the middle. The next exit was

quite a long way away. I did check that. I would have seen it driving away in the distance. but nothing. It had disappeared. The time between me seeing the bridge the first time and the second time wasn't long enough for the ambulance to simply drive away and vanish into the distance. I would have seen the back of it unless it had a Formula One engine.

I thought it was weird, but... Oh well. Maybe it was just my imagination at the end of the day. I went back into the slow lane, drove home as if nothing had happened. forgot all about it and told nobody. A few months later I was chatting with my pal and our conversation turned to spooky stuff for some reason. He said his daughter sometimes sees weird things and he carried on telling me that she once saw blue lights on a road that weren't really there.

Only she could see them out of all the car passengers. I asked him which road but he didn't know. He wasn't with her at the time, so I suddenly recalled my experience and proceeded to tell him everything I've written here. He said he'd heard a story about a terrible accident that happened years ago, with two fatalities, and the description of the place matched up. Apparently sometimes road cameras show traffic slowing down near that spot for no apparent reason, or some drivers going slower, while others continue at normal speed. which causes a bit of confusion on that road. It looks like some drivers can see those blue lights, and some can't.

It's quite random. Just like it happened to me and the other driver who overtook me, not seeing the light and probably thinking I was demented. I'm not sure what I saw, but my theory is it could have been so-called residual energy after a tragic accident. That would explain the faint blue light, and the old model of the ambulance,

which looked like one from the UK's early 90s. Some models had a single blue light on the roof. I've never seen that light again. Before we get into our next story, if you have a case you would like to hear read out on night drive paranormal, you can find my email address in the description of every episode. It sometimes can take me a long time to get to them, but I try to read out as many as I can.

Now, let's get into case. It's been nearly 20 years since my experience happened, but to this day I still remember it and discuss it whenever the topic of ghosts comes up in conversations. Around my late teens and into my early 20s I started babysitting regularly for a family in my neighbourhood between my college courses. Now the house the family had moved into was well known by locals as being haunted as it was constructed in the late 1800s. In fact, the family had a clipping of an article from the local newspaper hanging on their walls about the supposed Confederate ghost in the house. The family certainly shared

experiences that could point to the existence of said ghost, but I'm not sure I'm going to share them because I don't have their permission, plus I certainly have enough of my own to share. As far as the Confederate ghost, the only experience I have that could possibly be related, is when I was babysitting the little girl, we'll call her M for the story. She was around four or five at the time. Suddenly, we heard what sounded like loud bootsteps stomping across the ceiling, in an attic space that no longer existed. They would start going boom, boom, boom, and then stop, only to start up again.

M grew scared and asked who was in her house. Since we were the only one's home at the time, I tried to brush it off as maybe someone chopping firewood nearby outside. But when that didn't work to reassure her, and the stumps kept coming, we decided to move to a different room and ignore it until it passed. However, the experience that had the most impact on me wasn't scary,

though it certainly was start. You see, the family had purchased the house after the previous owners had passed away, and no one was around to inherit their belongings. One of these owners was an elderly woman who rarely went outside due to health conditions and was said to have actually died at home. I bring this up because one day, M and I were loudly playing a make-believe game in her bedroom. At one point the bedroom door was shut, so while we didn't see anyone, we certainly heard,

a woman's voice, say from right outside the door, are you having fun, playing with tea? For context, my name is Tassiana, but some people have trouble pronouncing it, especially little kids, so often used a nickname T, but typically only around friends and family. It's not something that just anyone would know. In case I had any doubt that the voice was real and not just in my head,

Em immediately stopped playing, shouted Mummy, and ran to open the door. But as you might have guessed, no one was there. M called out for her mother multiple times while I checked the rest of the upstairs floor, looking for intruders, or perhaps a television that had been left on. I even called the mother, because sometimes I watched Em while she works from home. But she said, Oh, no, I left the house about half hour ago. I didn't tell you because it sounded like you two were having so much fun, and I didn't want to interrupt.

If that wasn't enough to convince me, another time Em and I were kicking a ball around in the front yard. Now the house sat on a hill, and to the side of the front lawn was a sharp drop-off, of at least six to seven feet. Not that you'd necessarily die if you fell off, but it could certainly cause injury, especially to a small child. Unfortunately, I miscalculated and kicked the ball too hard, straight towards this drop-off. M went running for it, despite my shouting at her to stop, and even though I went after her as fast as I could, I was afraid I wasn't going to catch her in time. But just as the ball reached the edge, It suddenly went flying back in the opposite direction.

M chased it happily, not even registering what had just happened. But I had to take a few seconds to stand there, dumbfounded. I don't know how to explain it, considering the lawn was on a slope. That shouldn't have physically happened. When I moved away, I lost touch with the family, so I don't know if they still live in that house. But if they do, I think there's something there, looking out for them. Before we get into the next one, if you enjoy hearing these tales, I hear every month bringing you brand new stories. In many cases, stories that have never been heard anywhere else before.

So please be sure to subscribe so you don't miss out. I just want to warn you the next story contains references to sexual assault. On to case three. Many years ago I was a Baltimore City firefighter. I can't say for certain when this particular call happened, maybe 2014. Hard to say really. I was at one of, if not the busiest company in the city. Engine 51.

Sometimes we could see up to 30 calls just within a night shift. I have seen many strange things, even been in some sketchy situations, and everyone has stories. I remember a friend of mine told me he was riding the medic and they had just gurneyed a patient who had a gunshot wound. My friend was just about to load the patient into the medic when out of the shadows came a supposed equatence of the patient. Is he going to be all right? asked the stranger.

My friend, having many years of experience as a paramedic, said, I believe so. the stranger then pulled out a gun and added six more rounds to the patient right there on the stretcher, then ran away. Needless to say, he wasn't going to be alright now. As wild as that story is, there is something even crazier in the story that I had first-hand experienced. Before I start, I should say I don't know what it is I experienced per se. A guardian of some sort, a spirit guide, hard to say. But regardless, it gives me the creeps considering how obvious something supernatural was a play

in a situation so documented. So it was around two or three in the morning. Many of the local bars had already made their last call long ago. This is the time when we tend to get one or two extra calls added to our night of medic calls. And yes, in Baltimore City, The engine, which is what I rode, responded with a medic to calls to start pre-treatment in case the medic was tied up and couldn't get to the patient in a timely manner. Well, the gong rang and the single tone from the intercom meant this was one of those late nights

after the bar runs. It came out as an assault, and the location of the assault was in an area we called the four-by-fors. This area was our furthest response zone. In fact, it wouldn't be long until the 4x4s were given to another city unit, due to how long it took us to get there. Anyway, on route, the cad read the same information dispatcher given. The location, assault, green sedan. Keep that in the back of your mind. Now to get to the 4 by 4s, we had to ride a mile or two up a road called Edison Highway. We passed several streets, highways, woods, and even a police station to get to the 4 by 4s on

Edison Highway. We were maybe a quarter mile from the entrance when we saw, parked on the side of the road with its lights on, and back door open, a green sedan. So we called in that the address needed to be updated, since it wasn't quite the 4x4s, but Engine 51 was unseen. Just as we pulled behind the car, we saw a man with his pants down, running from the car to the woods adjacent. Well, That's strange we thought, but we've seen stranger. So we got out and walked to the green sedan, just as we were approaching the open back door. Out came a half-nude woman with ripped clothing, crying. She screamed that he was about to assault her, and thank God we showed up. It was just in time. My lieutenant advised her that a medic was already on the way, and that they would take care of her. But as we were waiting and getting her vitals, something bothered me. So I asked her

if this was happening as we pulled up. How did you have time to call 911 and report the assault? She responded, I didn't. And I swear on everything I know. Just then dispatch chimed in on the radio. Engine 51. You can't be on scene because the police are now the assault victim, and they are saying you aren't present. They reconfirmed the address which was indeed in the 4x4s. So we waited for the medic to pick up the patient we had stumbled upon, then continued to the original call location in the 4x4s. Now here's where things get strange. We saw the police and we saw a large white male, about 49, standing beside his maroon minivan, We got out and found out that he was a cab driver.

The patron he had just dropped off in the area had slashed him with a knife when he asked for payment. The cab driver refused medical attention and really just wanted the police to note the situation. But here's the kicker. I asked the man since it was bothering me, while the car system and dispatch said to be on the lookout for a green sedan. The middle-aged cab driver, while holding his cut in one hand, used the other to point to the side of his maroon minivan to a sticker. It read, Green Sedan Cab Company. Yes, there is a very popular cab service in Baltimore called Green Sedan Cab Company.

They own many green sedans, but not all of them are green sedans. Case in point. But had he said Maroon Minivan? and not chosen to say his cab company's name. We would never have stopped for a random car parked on the side of the road. We never would have saved that girl from a fate worse than death. It honestly gives me goosebumps thinking about it and how it all played out. The odds of this are astronomical.

Now, I don't believe in angels, but something made it happen the way it happened. And it sure as hell. wasn't coincidence. There's no time to waste. The road is still long and we don't have much time to spare. So let's get straight into the next one. This story takes place in Puerto Rico

and is a retelling of events as explained to me, by my girlfriend and later by her entire family. Based on how this story was revealed to me and the seriousness of those involved, I'm 100% convinced that this event took place in some way or another. For context, I've always been interested in the paranormal, but I can confidently say I've never had a paranormal experience in my life.

I'm not a skeptic, and I've always had an open mind, but nothing definitive has ever happened to me yet in my lifetime. My girlfriend, however, has had plenty of experiences. Over the course of the several years I've known her, she's told me about the many paranormal encounters she's had, both in the US where we live now, and from when she was a child living in Puerto Rico. A few months after we first met, she told me of an alleged alien encounter she had while sharing a room with her sister, in their family's house in Cabo Rojo.

I'll start with this initial telling of the story, from her perspective. My girlfriend was about six at the time, and her sister was around nine. She described waking up one night to flashing lights outside her window, and a strange noise she distinctly described as whirring. Confused, she looked around her room and noticed a tall, dark, and lanky figure, standing in the doorway, staring into the room. She tried to move and scream, but she was unable to. She later described it as being very similar to a sleep paralysis episode. At the time she and her sister were on bunk beds so she wasn't able to see if her sister had awoken

or if she was reacting to the figure at all. After a few seconds past she heard her dad's voice and watched him come into the room and physically dragged a figure out. Distinctly recalling the sound of a struggling coming from the hallway after he took it out of her room, which eventually led to what sounded like her dad, pushing it out of the front door.

At the time she was understandably too scared to move and ended up falling back asleep without investigating further. The first interesting detail of this story that really piqued my interest was that she claimed to have spoken about the incident with her sister some time after, and her sister confirmed that she experienced the same thing, including the lights, the whirring sound, and seeing the dark figure. She continually asks her sister about it every few years as it comes up,

and her sister continues to corroborate the story every time, even into adulthood. I've actually been in the room for one of these conversations, so I have no doubt in my mind that something really did happen that night. enough for the both of them to have actually witnessed something. Now here's where the story gets really interesting. A few months back I was on a road trip with my girlfriend and her parents. We were driving through Helen, Georgia, which is notorious for sightings of Bigfoot. We were driving at night, which led to talks of cryptids and eventually the Tuppercarbara back home in Puerto Rico.

After some story swapping, my girlfriend decided to tell her alien encounter story. story from when she was little, which up until this point she apparently had never told her parents. As she got to the end of the story, her dad gets pretty serious and explains that he actually remembers that night and went on to give his version of the story. According to her dad, he woke up that night to what he described as a bad feeling. He immediately got up to check on his daughters and saw what he described as a demon entering the girl's room. I think now is a good time to mention that her parents are devout Christians. After discovering this, he described grabbing the demon and wrestling it out of the girl's room, struggling with it down the hall and eventually dragging it

into the master bedroom. At this point, my girlfriend's mum wakes up and is witness to her husband having a physical fight with what she too described as a demon and started profusely praying for their safety my girlfriend's dad was then very specific when he described how he got rid of the demon according to him he got the demon on the floor and was able to land free punches on its skull on the third of which the demon's head exploded and its entire body disappeared He matter-of-factly stated that he felt the power of God in him during the fight, and his faith in God at that moment is what allowed him to protect his family. I was of course dumbfounded upon hearing this for several reasons.

Firstly, my girlfriend's father is a serious man. And as I mentioned before, incredibly religious. He loves to joke around, but would never joke about an encounter of a demon, or using God's power to fight it off. Secondly, several key details in this story lines up well with my girlfriend's version of the events, even from when she originally told me this story years prior. In all accounts of this event, a dark figure somehow entered the house, opened the doors to the girl's bedroom, and was wrestled away by the dad.

Both parents independently remember her dad fighting the demon in their room, which could also be the explanation for the struggle my girlfriend heard after the entity was pulled out of her room. All of these details lining up, coupled with the seriousness of everyone telling story, makes me absolutely certain that something of this nature did actually happen on that night in Cabo Rojo, probably the most convinced I've ever been on the validity of a paranormal story in my life. That being said, here are a few details I find particularly fascinating and unique about this whole thing. For starters, I find it interesting that my girlfriend was adamant on describing this incident as an alien encounter, whereas her parents distinctly remember it as a paranormal encounter with a demon.

My girlfriend only really remembers that the entity was tall and dark, not really being able to recall any details of its face or body, other than describing it as lanky. Her dad didn't give much description either, but mentioned punching its skull, saying that its skull exploded on his third punch, leading me to believe that the entity's head either looked like, or really was, just a skull.

It's worth noting that neither parents recalled flashing lights or the wearing noise that were remembered by both my girlfriend and her sister as well. I also find it fascinating, that her dad got into a physical altercation with the entity. As I've mentioned before, I'm very interested in paranormal stories, and I've listened to them on YouTube for the better part of a decade, and I've not once heard of a story involving a ghost or demon, in which the person was able to physically touch the entity,

let alone essentially beat it to death on the ground. I've heard stories of ghosts touching people, but never really the other way around. Her dad mentioned towards the end of the story that he had pain and marks on his knuckles from hitting the floor, which leads me to believe that his punches were passing through the entity,

but still somehow, having an effect on it. As for rational explanations, I don't really have any. Everyone involved saw a humanoid dark figure in the house all at the same time. I'd be inclined to say that someone, might have actually broken into their house.

But that wouldn't explain both parents watching its head explode and body disappear after the fight. As I said, my girlfriend's parents would never joke about a demon threatening their family. And I'm confident my girlfriend is 100% truthful in her telling of this event. But I can't wrap my head around what could have actually happened here if I go with a common notion that aliens and demons aren't real. because I know for a fact that some version of this event really did happen. This next case contains some pretty heavy religious talk.

It's understandable that tales of the other world are tightly wrapped up in religious undertones, so I think it's important to include stories like this, but I understand it isn't for everyone. As a general note, if any stories aren't your cup of tea, I always include timestamps for each one, so you can skip to the next, or skip back to restart a story really easily. Let's begin.

My name's Matthew. I've been watching your videos a ton lately and have really been enjoying them. I saw you ask for viewer stories in your description and that you share some of them on your second channel. Obviously I'm not going to be upset if the story doesn't make it into a video, but I figured I would share it anyway. Given the subject, I was a bit hesitant to share it, as I've only told the full story to one of my friends and my priest.

but I eventually came to the decision that it was better to share it on the off chance it gets out there and can act as a bit of confirmation to anybody else experiencing something similar. Since college I've been a pretty uncompromising atheist and was not just critical of religion but of anything supernatural in general. I was that way for about a decade or so until a few people I respected fairly well came out as Christians all around the same time. It helped me to gradually accept the possibility of coming back to religion again.

I was training for the US Marine Corps at the time. I joined very late and even had to get an age waiver, but decided that once I finished boot camp, I would try going to church for the first time in probably 15 or 20 years at that point. When I got out, I did some research and eventually found my way to the Orthodox Church. It was extremely different from what I was used. used to and given services are all held standing up and I had a knee injury at the time.

I only went to one service. But I continued to research it over the next year and worked to my faith at home. After one year I felt like something had changed and my faith was really growing in a more profound way than before. I had started to really embrace orthodoxy and was feeling of peace and inner lightness that I had never felt before in my life. I later learned from multiple priests that this is a very common occurrence for people to go through and is described as God allowing you to more deeply experience His grace in order to establish strong roots in your faith. I believe that this is where things started to happen. I can't remember exactly how long after it was that this started to happen, but I noticed that when eating dinner some days, everything would suddenly flash black

for a split second. My best description is that it was like all the lights suddenly went out and then turned back on. For the first couple of times that's what I thought was happening but then I realised that

nobody else in the house even batted and I had it. Then I chalked it up to some random medical issue which really should have been more worrying than it was looking back on it. I guess I just figured that I wouldn't look into it until disaster struck. Anyway,

the strange thing was that it only happened when I was sitting at the table downstairs eating dinner. Never anywhere else in the house, or when I was walking or anything. After a few weeks at that, I also began to notice a black spot in the corner of my eye. Whenever I would glance up at it, it would vanish. I figured it was just some shadow I was seeing, or maybe it was connected to whatever it was that was making things go dark. But the strange thing was that it was always in the exact same spot. It's worth mentioning that I've lived in this house for about 20 years now,

and I've never seen that before. This has been going on for probably a month, maybe two, and I had just accepted it as normal, to the point where I wouldn't think about the flashes of darkness or the black spot, and I actually didn't even connect them with the coming events until well after it was resolved. One night, I actually specifically remember it was the 14th of August, 24,

as I sent a Discord message to my friend about it. I was laying in bed to go to sleep. It's a difficult thing to describe. But you know how when you close your eyes you can see shapes form? I was laying there waiting to sleep. When the shapes took the form of a mass, with a featureless face. I remember I saw from the shoulders up. He had dark eyes, no mouth or ears,

and the suggestion of a nose. Obviously I've seen these random shapes with my eyes closed for my entire life, but until then I had never had this impression before. When I was looking at him, and I'm sure this sounds cliche, but I had the immediate and very strong, sense that he was looking back at me. I opened my eyes and blinked a few times. I thought it was strange but didn't think much of it. I went back to sleep and was suddenly woken up by too loud, deliberate knocks, like the sound of knuckles on a door, right by my head. I remember thinking it was odd but chalked it up to maybe me hitting the wall in my sleep, although my arms were down by my side at the time. I went back to bed. I'm not sure how much time passed, but I woke up

again to, and this sounds strange, but it is what it is, I guess, a very strong smell of what I recognised as toilet water. I thought that was really weird because the only bathroom was several rooms and closed doors away from me, but I went back to sleep again. That morning I woke up thinking about what had happened that night. I was still trying to figure out the smell and the knocking. I started knocking on the wall and desk trying to match the sound, but nothing came close to it. As I said, I was really embracing orthodoxy, and I decided to build an altar in my room, to put my future icons on. I hadn't bought any icons yet, but I knew I would have them at some point, so I built the frame for my altar and had it on my desk. The altar was several feet away

from me and well out of reach of my arms, but just out of curiosity, I decided to test it as well. I knocked on my altar and the sound was identical to what had woken me up that night. My first reaction was that maybe I'd hit the desk and caused the altar to rock around, but it's a heavy desk that weighs probably close to 80 pounds, and it was sturdy as a rock when I tried shaking it. I tried rocking my altar around, but its base was too stable to let it move. I decided to leave that to decide for a moment, and once again out of curiosity, what could possibly smell like a toilet in my room. Immediately, I saw that one of the main chemicals that leaves a smell in toilet water is sulphur.

I was raised Protestant and as I said that started the email had been a hardline atheist for 20 years. As far as I had been concerned, demons existed but didn't really leave hell, except for some really extreme or important instances. But even then, I could only reason that the night before had been a visit from a demon. Before the Marines I was an artist and had nearly painted the face I saw the night before. while it was still fresh in my mind. I decided against it, as I didn't want to risk doing something, like making it stronger, or glorifying it in some way. About a week passed without any incident. Then one day I'd lay down to get a quick nap in. I woke up after probably half

an hour, but closed my eyes to get a little more sleeping. As soon as I closed my eyes, I I heard a sudden howl right above my head. I wish I could describe the sound, but it wasn't like any animal I've ever heard before. The closest thing I could find is the charger from left for dead, but higher pitched and more like a yell. It's a strange description I know, but I've never heard anything like it before, or since. Again, another week passed before something else happened. I was sleeping and had a dream.

In my dream I was inside a small dark church. I was standing at the altar of the church looking towards the doors, and above the doors I could see the demon. It was either white or a pale grey, with claws, yellow eyes, an inverted cross carved into its forehead, and two fanged teeth sticking down from its mouth, like the classic noceratu.

I can't remember if it had pointed ears or not. Unfortunately, my memory of it has faded a bit, but I was recently really surprised to hear a similar description of a demon from your video about the Smell Hauntings. It wasn't making any sound, just watching me with its wide, unblinking eyes. Its stare was hyper-fixated on me, in a really predatory way, much more like an animal than like a human. I had only just learned what's called the Jesus Prayer in Orthodoxy.

It's considered one of the most important and impactful prayers in general, but it is also recommended by priests to repel demons. But even in the dream, I immediately began to repeat it over and over again. Then I woke up. A few days after that, my icons of Christ and the Archangel Uriel came in the mail, and I put them on my altar. I haven't had any issues since then. No sounds, no smells, no dreams, no blackouts, no black spot.

I started going to church again a few weeks later, the same one I attended once and left, and I'd actually almost forgotten about the whole thing. But one service we had featured a reading of Christ exercising the demon legion. It reminded me of what had happened and left me with the feeling that I should consider that. telling my priest about it. I decided if something else happened to make me think that I should tell him, then I would. That Wednesday we had two new seekers become catecumans, which involves the priest driving any demons out of the person, spiritually sealing them. Afterwards, my priest gave a short mention of how demons are very much active in the world at all times. So I figured that was as good a sign

as any. I spoke with him afterwards and told him what had happened just to see if there was anything he advised, I do. He listened to the story and I could tell at first he was looking for explanations outside of the demonic, but he pretty quickly seemed to come to the same conclusion I did. He even mentioned afterwards that he has heard more than one account of people experiencing demonic activity, having dreams of a demon, being perched above the entrance for church. I've never heard of that before, and had even doubted it myself as something that was probably just a dream influenced by movies. Even still, I believed that my dream was more Hollywood than demonic, if it weren't for the fact that everything stopped right afterwards. As for my

priest's advice, it was to try and remove any demonic influences I might have from my life before coming to the church and to continue working towards becoming a catechumen myself. One last story, and we're going back to strange lights on the road for this one. But this time we're headed to Australia. In 2021 I drove with my friends up to the northern New South Wales town of Lismore to pick up a car we had bought. We drove from Sydney, leaving early in the morning and arrived in the late afternoon. After getting the car, we drove back together in our separate vehicles.

As it was getting dark, we called each other. And because we found that his headlights were very dim, we decided to stop and sleep at a rest stop at a place called New Italy along the motorway. Due to the excitement of the new car, an R-41 skyline nonetheless, we decided to test it out on the dirt road surrounding the rest stop. I hopped into his new car,

and we drove at high speeds around the area for a few minutes before returning to the car park. I wanted to take a walk down the same roads we had just driven on, so with our phone flashlights we set off into the dark. On either side of the road were high-vis reflective markers, quite standard. They glowed in our phone's flashlights, wanting to enjoy the darkness, the stars, and the sight of a storm in the distance. I asked my friend if we could turn off our flashlights and let our eyes adjust.

Upon doing so, we noticed that something was still lit in the dark. A reflector. What is lighting it? I thought. It seemed to be in the middle of the road. Confused, I turned my flashlight back on.

Okay, all the reflectors are there, I thought. I turned the flashlight off again. There in the centre of the road was a ball of light still glowing. Only a few metres away from us. A ghostly light hovering above the ground. I turned my light on again, then turned it off. The light was still there.

My brain scrambled to try and rationalise what we were seeing. Was it a light from a distant house? No. It was right there in the road. Was it a hiker with a phone? No. Was it an animal's eyes? No. Was it a glowing bug? We don't even have glowing bugs in this country. Then as my brain ran out of options, I felt the purest terror I have ever felt set in. And my friend and I were frozen staring at what can only be described as an orb of light, a will-o'erable. the wisp. When we focused on it, we noticed it was white, and its edges changed colour randomly between red, green and blue. I felt terrified. It felt as if, in that moment, the wind grew incredibly powerful, pushing us off balance, while the orb suddenly began to pulsate black rings towards us, darker than the night itself. I felt as if it were peering straight into my soul.

Its presence was undeniably malevolent, angry. We stood and stared at it for a few moments, horrified, before it faded away, after which we immediately ran at full sprint back to the car park. I began to cry uncontrollably, slow, heavy tears. I was stunned, shaking with shock. I explained to my friend what I had seen and he told me he had seen the exact same thing we both called friends and family about it effortless tears rolled down my face and the image of the ore was burned into my retina

I would look often through the trees bordering the car park and still see it and it would cause me to cry even more its image haunted me for weeks and I told everyone I could about it. I sounded crazy. And I probably would have been called crazy if my friend hadn't seen it too.

To this day I think it was a spirit warning us. Maybe we disturbed it with the car's vibrations. I'm not sure. But it changed me. I stopped being a sceptic about the paranormal. It really messed me up and I cannot stress that enough. In Australia we have something called Minmin lights. They have largely been explained as an illusion caused by the bending of light over the horizon.

This was not that. This was different. This was what I call a true Minmin. This was not some optical illusion of an orb from a house or headlights sitting on the horizon. This was an actual orb, metres away from us, changing colour and pulsating darkness, I will never forget it. I am even crying now, writing this. It's time for me to leave you once again, I'm afraid.

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A serious massive thank you to all of those people for being just a lovely bunch. and all my junior archive is on Patreon and you wonderful members on YouTube. You guys all keep the lights on in the tape library archives. If you want to join us, then please check out the Patreon link in the description. Thank you. I believe that synchronities are messages. I think it's a message from the other, from the universe. However you want to put it, to pay attention.

I tend to not see coincidence. and I look for the symbol in all things. But especially when one is having a synchronicity storm, I think it's the other telling us to try to pay attention. And if we do, I think we'll find other strange things start to happen around us. The more you pay attention, the more the other pays attention to you. At least that's been my experience.