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Episode Date: October 23, 2025

On this episode of Night Drive Paranormal, we share six true listener encounters with the unknown — from a woman haunted each December by a silent specter, to a room that locks itself with someone unseen inside. You’ll hear stories of ghostly apparitions, shadowy figures stalking hallways, and faces from the past that refuse to fade away. These are true accounts from those who’ve come face to face with something they can’t explain. Turn off the lights, and settle in. The road ahead is dark. 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 01:23 Room at the End of the Hall 15:11 A Winter Visitor 28:17 Still Playing 32:27 Number 202 36:51 The Halloween Tour 48:37 A House of Filth 56:54 Wrapping Up 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

Welcome back, dear listeners. Oh, how I've missed you all. My inbox has been full of some of the most terrifying ghost stories I've ever read, and I'm so pleased to finally be able to begin bringing you these tales once again. Please remember, whatever you choose to believe, the people who sent in these stories all claim that their encounters really happened. Even if there may be a logical explanation, they can't see one. These are the stories that have stayed with them ever since they happened.

The stories that haunt them on the long dark nights alone. All stories are read in the words of the original experiencer. I hope you are all ready. Thank you for tuning in. Let's take another night drive together. When I was about nine or ten years old, my mother brought me along to visit her best friend and her family, who had recently bought a small house on the other side of the state. Since we lived so far away, we were spending a few nights there, and making a weekend out of it.

While my mother's friend was fairly nice, I really didn't care for her family. Her son was a few years younger than me, but he often threw fits when he didn't get his way, and was always trying to hit me with his toys. The kid even bit my nose once when we were younger. You might think this was from a lack of discipline, but it was the opposite. His father was a large and imposing man with a mean disposition and a short temper. I'm not against disciplining a child, but this guy usually went just a little bit too far. I'm not sure exactly what he did for a living, but I know he always seemed to be working nights.

Either way, he was a tough guy with no patience for nonsense. The house they bought was a small, one-story place on the edge of town. They had neighbours, but there were plenty of space between the houses. Despite really not wanting to be there, I had to admit that the house was much nicer than the place they lived before. They even had a huge fish tank in their living room, and I spent most of the weekend watching the fish. Since the house was pretty small, they only had one spare room.

So my mother got that room and I ended up sleeping on the couch, which I honestly didn't mind because I got to sleep near the fish tank. The first night was very uneventful. But something strange happened on the second night. From the living room there was a hall that led to the bedrooms in the bathroom, and at the end of the hall was a small room they were using as a storage room. They had only moved in a few weeks earlier and this is where they were storing their unpacked boxes. Sometime in the middle of that second night I woke up.

I didn't know why, but I suddenly felt really scared. I hadn't felt scared the night before, but something just felt different that night. It was then that I noticed something strange. The door was closed at the end of the hall and there was light coming out from below. The door to that room was normally open, but now it was closed, and the light had been turned on inside the room. That was strange, but I eventually just decided that someone must have gotten out of bed and went into the room to look for something, and closed the door to prevent the light from waking

anyone up. Trying to calm down, I looked away to watch the fish swimming in the tank. After a little while I began to feel a little better, and started to relax again. I looked back towards the hall then and noticed that the light under the door was gone now. But the door was still closed. By that point I was really tired and just thought that maybe I had fallen asleep just long enough to miss whoever it was leaving the room and going back to their own. Then I fell back asleep.

The next day, my mother's friend asked how I had slept, and I told her that I slept okay. But later that morning, I remembered. the door at the end of the hall. Looking down the hall I could see now that it was wide open as usual. The situation was strange, but I just figured I must have dreamt about the door being closed with the light on. I've always had a history of having odd dreams where nothing of interest really happens, so it didn't seem too out of the norm for me. Later that day, we left for home. And I didn't think about that house or that strange dream.

until years later. Sometime when I was in my teenage years, my mother and I were talking about her friend. She and her family had moved down to Tennessee about a year after we visited them, and now their son was always getting into trouble. I asked my mother why they had moved down to Tennessee anyway, and she mentioned that her husband had friends in that area,

and they decided to move down there after the whole situation with their house. I asked what she had meant by that. What asked what she had meant by that, and she must have realised that she mentioned something that she didn't mean to mention, because she said they just had to move. Genuinely curious about what interesting bit of gossip I was missing out on. I kept pressing the issue, until my mother reluctantly gave in and told me. It turns out, after we visited years ago, strange things started happening in the house, and it all happened. and it all happened with that room at the end of the hall.

At first it was mostly small stuff. One night my mum's friend woke up when she heard something that sounded like something moving around in that room. Thinking that their son was messing around in the room, when he should be in bed, she got up and checked it out, only to find that the room was undisturbed and her son was asleep in his bedroom. At that point she figured that it was just her imagination or the house was just settling. Then one night after she put her son to bed, she was sitting in the living room watching TV, when she noticed that the door at the end of the hall was closed and that the light was on.

When she went in the room to check it out, she found no one was in the room. She thought it was odd, but assumed that maybe her husband had been in there earlier that night, and this was the first she noticed that he left the light on. Later on the family got a dog, and a number of times they would wake up to hear the dog barking or growling. Every time they would discover that the dog was focused on that room, at the end of the hall, but they could never find out what in there had gotten the dog so riled up. They eventually had to get rid of the dog by giving it to a friend, but would later recall that

while the dog was fine in just about any other part of the house, it would never go into that room. Additionally, the new owner said the dog was perfectly normal in their house. These incidents were bizarre and difficult to explain, but then things escalated. One night, my mother's friend had once again noticed that the light was on again in the room. room, and the door was closed. Once again, she got up and investigated the room. But this time when she reached the door, it wouldn't budge. By this point they had been keeping the door closed anyway, so she just assumed that her husband had locked the door and accidentally left the light on. It was a flimsy explanation, but any explanation beat the alternative.

annoyed and a little unnerved. She returned to the couch and continued watching TV. A little bit later that night she glanced back down the hall towards the door, only to discover that the light was off. Really concerned now. She went back down the hall and tried the door again. It opened freely this time. With no explanation for this, her blood ran cold,

as she stared into the darkness of the room. The light in the room was one of those ones where you had to pull a string instead of a wall switch, so she'd have to enter the room to turn it on. Too terrified to enter the room at this point, she went to the living room and called her husband, asking him to come home. For the next hour she sat on the couch,

keeping an eye on the room, until her husband came back. Angry and annoyed, he walked into the room and y'am, on the cord to turn on the light, but it wouldn't come on. Even more annoyed now, he retrieved his flashlight from his truck to check out the room. As always, there was nothing in the room, except for boxes. She was still convinced that there was something wrong with the room,

but he insisted that she was just being paranoid because she was smoking marijuana too often. He explained that the light had simply just burned out, and she was making some of her. she was making something out of nothing. When she insisted that the door had been locked and then unlocked itself, he pointed out that the door had no lock, and it was probably just stuck in the jam. She then reminded him of the dog's barking and growling, some of which he had personally seen. But by this point he was just not having any of it and went back to his job. My mother told me that after that all was quiet in the house for about a month or so. until something happened that couldn't be explained away.

One night my mother's friend was having a night out at the bar with some friends, while her husband was at home that night watching their son. Sometime around midnight he was sitting on the couch watching TV, when he noticed that the light was on in the room at the end of the hall. Naturally, he figured their son had gotten out of bed and was messing around in the room, and he wasn't going to have any of that. of that. Angrily he stormed down the hall to punish the boy, but when he tried to open the

door, it wouldn't budge. Now, even more upset, he began loudly banging on the door and demanding that his son opened the door immediately. When he got no reply, he started yelling and cursing his son out, and then he stormed out of the house to grab a pry bar from his truck. When he returned, he spotted what looked to be shadows of a couple of feet through the bottom crack of the door, and he yelled that he could see him, and that he had better open the door right now. When the door still refused to budge, he issued a last warning before he would pry open the door. It was then that he heard crying behind him. He turned around to find his son standing in the doorway

to his bedroom, asking why he was yelling at him. Quickly he realized that it wasn't his son messing around in the room at the end of the hall, and it had to be an intruder. He had made a number of enemies in some of his shadier dealings, and this was probably someone looking to either hurt him or rob him. Quickly he ran to his son and told him to stay in his room, and not come out until he said it was safe. He then ducked into his room to grab his pistol, but when he returned to the hallway, he discovered that the lights was off again. and the door was slightly ajar. Carefully he moved towards the door with his pistol

and then violently kicked the door open. The room was dark, but threw the light from the hallway, he couldn't see anyone in the room. Quickly he returned to his son's room, scooped him up and drove off to his friend's house. Leaving his son there, he and his friend, both armed, returned to the house and searched it from top to bottom.

Nobody was in the house. and nothing was missing. To be on the safe side he locked up the house and he and the family stayed at his friend's house at night. The following day they returned to the house. My mother's friend insisted that the house was haunted, but as usual her husband insisted that it was someone just trying to rob them. Then she pointed out that the door had no lock, and they had never replaced the light bulb.

Later that week they'd decided to stop. Later that week they decided to sell the house and move. It turns out while they were talking to their realtor, they learned that the previous owner of the house was an elderly woman, who had hanged herself. This was never disclosed to them when they initially purchased the house for a private seller, who turned out to be the woman's nephew. They would also later confirm something that they had already suspected. The woman had hanged herself in the room.

the end of the hall. I know Night Drive Paranormal has been a bit dormant of late. If you follow the main channel you'll know there's been a lot happening in the background here these last few months. That coupled with some videos that have required more work than usual and taking some time off over the summer for myself has meant Night Drive has taken a back seat. As such, I know a lot of people have sent me stories over the last year and not got a response. For that, I'm very sorry. I think going forward I'll try to set up a better method of separating out the stories people send from my inbox. We'll give that of it a thought in the coming weeks before I begin requesting new stories. But we are now officially back. The next three episodes are written and

scheduled in. So I hope you'll enjoy this becoming a regular part of the tape library archives once again. And if you only like the deep dive episodes, don't worry. These are a bonus. they're not replacing any of the standard episodes of the tape library. With that out the way, let's get into our second case tonight. Hello, I'd like to share a story from my life. My personal hauntings. For the purpose of explaining both sides of skepticism, I intend to give some extra information which, though quite personal,

is knowledge which supports and disputes my own skepticism. The first thing of note is my physical. health has been poor from a young age. My mental health has always been quite good and well documented. So the events being a result of mental illness seem unlikely. Still, a medication I had taken has given me auditory hallucinations before. For those curious, it was always just hearing my name said in different voices. However, I was not on the medication for the duration of these events, but I give this information because I believe this to be a recurring hallucination. I also have kept a journal for most of my life, for these experiences are taken from there.

Please excuse if I have kept any of my adolescent passages. I live in what is considered the Virginia area of the US. It was notably cold in early December of 2008. An eerie feeling followed me as I went through my daily tasks. I couldn't place my finger on it, but I felt on edge. I was worried that my health was stated. taken a turn for the worse again, but it was a sensation wholly different from the usual science. I remember little things being out of place, something that had me questioning my

memory and frustrating me. And the feeling of being watched as a tingle creeping up the back of my neck, setting all of my hairs on edge, I would shake it off each time it happened, but after so many instances, I only found that being around other people, would allow me to fully relax, as the knowledge that if something did happen, I had the perceptions of people I trusted to guide me. This occurred for a few days until on the third day, it seemed to stop in the early morning. Unfortunately, on that night, as my household all went to bed, I found myself the last one awake. The absence of the eerie feeling throughout the day had held, and I was thankful for it. As after recording in my journal I really needed to use the bathroom, and the thought of making

the small trek through the dark while full of dread seemed wholly unpleasant. So quietly and slowly, I opened my bedroom door and stepped into the hall, focusing on using the right amount of pressure to silently close the door so as not to wake anyone with its shutting. When I turned to face the second floor hall, my stumped. Look, dropped. Standing on the mezzanine, less than 15 feet away from me, was a figure, bathed in the moonlight that poured in through the large foyer window, was a woman in a long white cloth. The light cast her dress into a shimmery till colour, and much of her features were obscured by her long black hair. My heart raced and I panicked. Though still frozen, I realised that she may not have

seen or heard me. Of course, my first instinct was that this was an intruder, and to scream out, she was right next to my parents' bedroom door. But if I did, she would know I was there. And Nat seemed wholly terrifying. I could try to call to my dog, but why didn't my dog bark if someone broke in? Did they do something to her? I carved myself with slow, deliberate breaths, as the seconds dragged on. To stand and waryly look for any sign of movement, such as when facing a wild animal, I took the moment to observe the finer details,

though the darkness seemed to obscure more. She didn't move. This person was completely still, unnaturally still, with her black hair so very dark that it's obscuring prevented me from truly knowing which way she was facing. With this sliver of unrecognition, I tried to still a glance at the direction of her feet.

Though in the shadow cast by the banister and furniture, it looked like she was barefoot, though it also seemed that they were blending into the carpet. I didn't look for more than a moment, in fear that she may move while I was more vulnerable, focusing. The best I could figure was that she faced the window, as if looking out at the moon. With the noticed oddity of her blending into the carpet, I began to notice that the teal shimmer of her robe was also semi-translucent. She had to be a hallucination, I concluded, and I relaxed a little. The part that still struck me, however, was just how black her hair was.

How could a hallucination block out light like that? I spent the next few minutes trying to wait it out and not moving or provoking it, not screaming for help, but attempting to see through this ghastly figure. It seemed like so much time had passed and there were no changes except for my need to urinate and become dire. I thought to myself, my options now are to move into the bathroom, behind this thing, closed the door and used the toilet, and I was like 70% sure it was a hallucination. Or don't take that gamble, pee myself, and still have to move and make noise to open the door to my own room. So obviously I crept around it and into the bathroom.

The strangest part was that the image was three-dimensional. It did not move, but it really seemed like I walked around some kind of a feral person, frozen in space. After relieving myself, I exited slowly, finding no figure, and no evidence that a figure was ever there. Some part of me expected to go into my bedroom and then get attacked by the creature. But my rational mind persisted, and I checked my room before locking my door and sleeping. The instance was frightening, but just that. An instance. I had so much time to observe it and think things through, and I laughed at myself my unfounded fears. I figured my body has tried falling apart

before. An instance of this kind of thing happening is fine. Unfortunately however, it wasn't the end. A year passes and that event simply becomes an embarrassing memory. December arrives again and things seem still, like oddly stuck suspended. The trees hold her leaves and the wind is gone except for a few light breezes. On the eve of the 11th, I was still. sitting on the couch in my basement. It was fully illuminated, mind you. It must have been around 8 or 9pm. Playing a video game, I inexplicably got a chill down my spine, and I couldn't seem to catch my breath. I had instant anxiety that I was going to need medical attention, but I found that I could breathe, just only shallow. I turned back towards the basement stairs

which are separated by a wall, and peering at me, from behind the wall, and gripping the basda, was the woman. Her face was emotionless as she stared. She faded away so quickly, but I did get a good look at her face. It seemed like her long black hair lingered just a bit longer, an unexplained shadow hanging in the air. The best I can describe it, it was like the remnants of of an image burned into my eyes after a camera flash. But the new vantage point did have me more confused. It was what looked like a Native American woman. I looked back at the spot a few more times that day and couldn't replicate what I saw, so to have an image that I could use to compare it to if it happened again. I drew her face the best I could while the memory was fresh.

The next year, I again let the memory go by the wayside. I'm in good sort of. and on a video call with a friend while I'm alone in the house. Then my house goes through the sounds of footsteps. But they're not any of the footsteps I recognise. And I didn't hear anyone coming home. So I deduced that it was just the house settling in an odd manner. As the house creaks every year when we start running the heater. But then moments pass and my dog starts barking.

I tell my friend I'm going to calm down my dog and get some food. dog and get some food, then I'll call back after I'm done. After I get upstairs, I see that indeed no one is home, but every internal door is open and slightly ajar, and my dog is barking in the middle of the living room. It's quite strange as she usually only barks when someone wants attention, but I figured she'd had a bad dream, and so I reassure her and help her back to sleep, before getting a snack and resuming my night. It's a little bit. It's a little bit of Upon thinking about my past ghostly experiences, that I look back upon my previous experiences and realise it was December 11th again, I get a bit freaked out at this, but truly the rest

of the night was quite calm. Looking back over my journal entries, I have found some other minor spooky things across the years, but I wish to finish by telling you the first, maybe, experience, and the last. Two years prior to me seeing the woman on my balcony, I had an incredibly strange night. It was prior to my keeping of my journal, so this retelling is based on the retelling I wrote about, after I started linking these things together. In the winter of 2006, I slept in a lofted bed in the same house. I awoke in the middle of the night, which is not unlike me, but usually I can roll over and back to sleep easily. This time, however, I awoke to tears streaming down my face.

I was confused. I felt so sad and alone. And I was even more confused because I hadn't felt that way recently, especially before going to sleep the night prior. But I was shocked to see in fragments of light through my window, what looked like a translucent human arm coming out of my ceiling. I squinted and rubbed the tears from my eyes trying to make sense of it. But being who I am and feeling such empathy, I instinctively reached out and tried to hold the hand, only to have my feelings disappear after a moment. I wrote that I could vaguely remember how physical the hand was.

I rationalised this as it being a dream, though it doesn't seem like something I dreamt. The idea of a ghost or something literally reaching out to me in such a manner is laughably on the nose. Finally the last time I saw her, my dog was barking at the front windows on the night of a beautiful full moon. My dog had gotten old and blind at this point. I could still tell that her barking wasn't an aggressive tone. Just her normal, hey, pay attention to me, call to people.

I go to calm her down, and a chill shoots down my spine. Though the full moon looked beautiful just above the tree line, a familiar figure was walking down the middle of the street in front of my house. I took a breath, and though I felt slight nervousness, I also felt some kind of comfort. This was something I've come to expect. She faded out of existence almost instantly. I always found this the most apparent difference between my experience and traditional ghosts. She walked.

After that, I've had years of no experiences, and I have moved from the area without any issue. Thank you, Danny, for that chilling encounter. Next, we have a message from Jacey, with a shorter but dark little tale. First, a little backstory. My neighbour's son Elliot died at the age of two. after drowning in a well in his front yard. According to what my mum told me, Elliot had his friend Reed, my other neighbour, over for a play date.

The two boys were playing in the front yard, unattended, which wasn't uncommon in the 1970s. At some point, Reed went to Elliot's mum and said that Elliot had fallen into the well and wouldn't come out. Paramedics were called, but it was too late. This happened in 1972. I was just a year and a few months old, so I don't remember him. His parents had one older daughter, and then another daughter after Elliot passed away in 1974.

Fast forward to 1989. I was in high school and a long-distance runner, so I liked to go jogging along our road. One day as I was approaching Elliot's old house, I saw a tow-headed jogging. young boy, standing at the end of the driveway, gently kicking pebbles on what used to be a gravel path, humming to himself. I slowed down to a brisk walk and watched as the blonde boy continued lightly kicking the pebbles, moving closer to the garage along the circular driveway, just wandering aimlessly. I ran home to tell my mum because I found it strange. My mother, who was always a sceptic, looked puzzled. From my description, she said, it sounded like it could, have been Elliot.

After his death, Elliot's mum was always extra careful, never to leave any of her children unattended. A few months later, I decided to go through some old boxes of photos. I was excited to shift through all these unfamiliar pictures, photos of my parents' friends, random cocktail parties. And then, the boy I had seen that day. He was sitting in the back of my mum's Volvo with Reed and another boy named Tag back when the seats in station wagons flipped up in the rear I took the photo to my mum and asked her to explain

she told me she used to carpal to nursery school and that this photo was from one of those days she pointed at the picture and said that's Reed Tag you and Elliot And another strange thing. About a year later I was out for my usual run, around four miles down the road was sent Mark's cemetery.

Curiosity got the best of me, so I decided to walk through. The place was overgrown and needed maintenance, but I wandered around reading the headstones with a kind of morbid fascination. As I was walking, I felt something hard under my foot. I bent down, brushed away the dirt and saw the inscription. Elliot, March 1970 to April, 1972. A few days after that encounter, I suddenly lost all feeling in my left leg. I was rushed to hospital and went through a battery of tests. The neurologist ordered a brain MRI after trying to pinch my leg and realizing I couldn't feel anything at all.

The MRI came back normal and eventually the feeling returned to my leg. Any thoughts? I've heard that when children die from a tragic death, their spirits can become caught between worlds. What do you think? The theme of long black hair is something that is commonly associated with Japanese takes on ghosts. But that isn't always the case. A spectre with long dark hair is a common apparition,

much like the fabled woman in white. And we have another story tonight. featuring one such being. My parents bought this house in the early 70s. We were a large family, it was a four-bedroom house. My father used one room of storage. My oldest brother had his own room, and of course my parents had the master bedroom.

That left the rest of us with one room to share. For the first few years, I hadn't noticed anything unusual. It wasn't until much later that I had my first experience. One night, I believe my brother, and sisters were already asleep. I was laying on the floor. I happened to look towards the doorway. That is when I saw her. She wore a long black nightgown. She was thin and tall. At first I thought she was my mother but then I realized my mother didn't look anything like her. I then noticed what really made me fearful of her. She had her long black hair forward, covering her face.

She also moved her fingers through her hair in a circular motion, with both hands, never exposing her face. She looked right at my face, as she appeared to glide towards me. I was so afraid I covered my face. A couple of minutes later I couldn't help myself. I uncovered my face and looked around the room. She was gone. I kept that experience to myself for the longest time. I would hear noises throughout the house from time to time, but it wasn't until a couple of years later that I had the next experience.

My parents had gone out. I was in the house with my younger brothers and sisters. We were the only ones in the house. We were reading a children's book when we heard my mother's door knob rattle and twist. Then the door opened and slammed closed. The thing about it was the noise it made was amplified. Yes, amplified. We were all afraid.

I, being the oldest, tried to put on a brave face for all of us. I tried to dismiss what happened, but we were all afraid. A few minutes later, my parents arrived home and knocked on the door for us to unlock it. We were all too afraid to go and unlock the door. My dad threatened to beat us if we didn't open the door, so I, being the oldest, ran out of the room, through the hallway and unlocked the door. My father asked why didn't anybody unlock the door when he yelled out to us. I didn't reply.

He yelled at me some more and told me to open the door faster next time. I stayed quiet. At age 14 I ran away. I would return to the house a year or so later. I moved out to live with my girlfriend. There were rumours of a couple of brothers hanging themselves in the house, but that didn't make any sense. Since I only saw a woman there, and I could.

there and I could not find anything to support these claims. Later, my mother would tell me that my baby sister would go to her at about midday and ask her who the lady in her bedroom was. I'm not sure if my mother ever answered her. I still have dreams where I find myself in the house. I seem to be guided to my mother's room, and in particular to her closet. There I found the closet had a big hole in it, a black hole. It doesn't seem very deep, yet something about it is so terrifying. The last dream I had about the house, I found myself in my mother's room. I went into her restroom and everything was okay, until I realized where I was. I ran out of the house, terrified. Sometimes I want to go to 202 to ask the new owners if they've ever had any weird

experiences. I don't because I don't want to be the person who plants that idea in their heads. Then again, what if they are experiencing activity? Next up, we have a perfect Halloween story for you all. This is Juniper's Tale. As a child, I was taught the history of my family. It seems to be a kind of writer passage to most people who live in the States. You grow up as a small child being told stories of this great-great-grandparent, or this uncle who fought in some war. Well, I'm no different. I'm from North Alabama, United States, the Tennessee River Valley, to be exact. I have about eight generations of family that lived here, so my roots go deep, well into the American Revolution.

The Native Americans used to call this valley, the valley of sickness, due to the humidity and the air that perhaps pollen and dust and smog. Everyone I know develops some sort of seasonal allergies that plague them every spring and fall. So with all this illness comes death and decay. So much so that there is a local ghost tour of the major city, where one can learn not only the local history, but also the local haunts. This is where my stories begin, with these ghost tours. You see, I believe that I am a medium, a communicator with the spirit of the spirit of of the dead. I am a practicing witch and I have performed seances before to great success, but I would never have known about my connection with spirits until this ghost tour.

This was the late 2000s, late summer. I was in my early teens. My family had raised me with respect for the dead and an interest in spirits. And with Halloween around the corner, My mother bought me, my sister and herself, tickets to one of these ghost tours. I went in without any major expectations, only to learn more about the city I had spent most of my life in. The tour was very run and the mill. We would stop in one of a few historical sites. The tour guide would retell the history and the ghost stories associated with the area, and then we would move on to the next site. However, we ended a tour with somewhat of a big finale.

We stopped at our final destination, a living history village of sorts, the place where Alabama became a state. I ended up working there as a historical interpreter and tour guide. I had a few other experiences there as an adult that I would also like to share. But back to this first story. The tour guy produced an EMF reader and said to the crowd something along the lines of, paranormal investigators will use machinery like this to communicate with spirits. But many investigators have gathered that children seem to be the most intuitive to spirits

and will communicate more frequently than adults. Therefore if there are any children on the tour that would like to try to communicate, please take this device. At first I didn't step up. I was really shy. But there were two other children a bit younger than I who tried to communicate. With the EMF reader, one typically asks yes or no questions to any spirits. The spirits will use their energy to spark the lights at the top of the EMF reader. Once for no, twice for yes. As these other children were asking questions, nothing was happening. The lights remained off.

the other kids were attempting to communicate. In my head I had this thought to stare in the direction of a porch nearby, specifically towards the hanging ferns that decorated its eaves. This thought was nagging, relentless, and I let myself stare after a few moments of resisting. When I finally focused on the spot that my mind was pressing me towards, for the briefest of moments, I saw what appeared to be a flicker of a little girl before she disappeared. She was young, maybe around six or seven years old, with blonde hair and a white bonnet, but that was all I could really make out of her before the vision dissipated. I tried to shake the vision of the girl from my mind, believing it to be a trick of my overactive imagination.

But then the tour guide handed me the EMF. reader with a, here, how about you try? I took the device from him and said, were you there by the porch with the hanging ferns? Shockingly, the EMF reader lit up twice. It was the only reading we received that night. The tour guide immediately asked me what I was talking about, and I told him about the glimpse of the girl that I saw, giving him the description of her as clearly as I could. He said, you saw Abigail. He told me that there had been multiple sightings of her by mediums and laymen alike, but that they had never been able to contact her, until tonight. After that night, I began to delve into the paranormal war. I learned to develop my

psychic abilities more, and as I got older, some of the strange experiences I had had as a child started to make a lot more sense. The first one that I can remember happened when I was around six or seven. My father was a very busy person, and he was a single parent at the time. So my younger sister and I would often stay at the house of family friends. I would just call them the elves. I remember a few details, but not too much. So I don't know why I was in the master bedroom of the house,

but I remember seeing an elderly woman standing in the bedroom. I didn't recognise her, but she didn't feel like a stranger, if that makes any sense. She asked me to go and get Mrs. Elle and to tell her that Mama needs her help with something. So I went into the kitchen where Mrs. Elle was making us lunch. I relayed the message to Mrs. Elle, but she looked at me funny and said, that's not possible. My mother isn't around anymore. Since I was a small child, I didn't really understand what that meant. It wasn't until years later that I learned that Mrs. El Mother had passed from cancer, something

like 10 years prior to my birth. My second strange event that I remember was a few years after that. I was 10 years old and my family had just moved from Florida to Alabama to care for my grandparents. To me, the temperate forests and rural farmland of Alabama made it. a different world to me than the tropical urban areas we inhabit it in Florida. I remember riding in the back seat of my dad's car as we passed no white fields of cotton. In one of these fields near the road, I saw a group of African Americans all dressed

in antique clothing, working in one of the fields. As we passed I made eye contact with one of the young women, and I recalled the feeling of sorrow in her gaze as I stared back at her. I asked my father, what are they doing out there? However, he was perplexed. Who? he asked, looking back at me in the rearview mirror. Those people in the field back there. I turned in my seat to look back but the group of twenty or so people had just vanished. It didn't make sense. The field was huge without so much as a stand of trees in sight and there was no way so many people could have walked out of sight so quickly.

It wasn't until later that year in the fourth grade that I learned about the American Civil War and about the concept of slavery. I know now that I had seen a group of enslaved people and felt only a tiny fraction of the pain they must have experienced. The year after my ghost tour in the spring, I had a house tour of the spring, I had a little bit of a tiny fraction of the pain had another strange experience that I can only describe as paranormal. It was the first experience that others witnessed with me. In April of that year, North Alabama had endured an onslaught of tornadoes that had destroyed nearly everything in their wake. Many of my friends were left

destitute as the storms had stripped their homes from their foundations. My family was lucky in that our house was intact, but the whole area was out of power for a week. The day of the after the storms, my mother, my sister and I spent the day with my grandparents in their home. We lived in a house just across the street and we went over to help clean up any damage to their property that we could. We didn't return to our house across the road until early evening, as the sun was just about to dip below the horizon. By the time we were walking into the door of our house, the sky was dark, and night had officially begun. The entrance to our house was actually on the side of the building and not the front. We parked our car in the driveway and started walking

with our flashlights in tow, down the worn path through our yard to the door. Behind the house was an empty field, with only a wire fence that denoted the separation between our property and the field beyond. As we walked to the door, we stopped to look up in awe at the stars. Because the power was out, there was no lights to interrupt our view, of the billions of stars dotted along the world. the night sky. That was when we noticed the light, bouncing along the fence row. It was a small blue ball of light, making its way down the fence row and it almost looked as though someone was walking with an LED flashlight in their hand. My mum called out and shined her light towards the light. But there was not the sound of footsteps in the tall grass, nor was there anyone

in the beam of my mother's flashlight. If this were a power, a person carrying a flashlight walking along the fence row we would have seen them this was only about 10 foot distance between us and the light only the blue light was present continuing on its journey down the fence row that was enough to spur us on and enter the house almost in a panic my mother unlocked the door and rushed us inside we each confirmed that we all saw the light but that we We didn't see anyone holding it. We knew instantly that we had to have seen a spirit. What else could it have been?

Every once in a while my mum and my sister will still bring it up in conversation. We still don't know exactly what we saw, but we firmly believe that we saw a ghost orb that April night. If you have enjoyed tonight's stories, then please click like and subscribe if you are watching on YouTube. or on podcast platforms, hitting subscribe, and rating five stars is a really easy way that you can support the show. For now though, I have one last story to share with you, before I let you disappear off into that dark night. This is Kevin's story. My name is Kevin. I'm 19 years old now and this story took place when I was in second grade.

Some parts are a little choppy, but I remember most of it clearly. My mum and I had recently moved to New York from North Carolina after my dad got a better job in Port Washington, Long Island. We ended up staying at one of my dad's friends' houses, while my parents looked for a place of our own. In that house lived seven adults and five kids, so it was pretty packed. My parents and I stayed in a room in the basement. It was fine at first, but whenever you went down there you could feel, it had to have. a heavy atmosphere, and a humidity didn't make it any better. The basement had four bedrooms and five other people lived down there with us, including

my dad's friend, let's call him Jose and his elderly mother. Nothing strange happened in the first few days, but I always had this feeling that I was being watched. The basement felt alive somehow, like it had its own presence, so I never went down there alone. even though my room was there. The kitchen was almost in the middle of the house and next to it were the stairs that led down to the basement. To the right of those stairs was a glass door that led into another room. I always felt a presence from behind that door, so I glanced it with an uneasy feeling whenever I passed by. One day as I was coming up from the basement,

I looked towards the door and saw a clear shadow walk by. I froze, completely confused, staring at it. Then I saw something that terrified me. Peaking out from under the blinds was a pale, sickly-looking woman, with long dark hair. She was crouched down staring at me. Her face was lifeless, white as paper, with hollow black eyes and a wide, eerie grin. I panicked, looked away and ran to my mum. I didn't tell her what I had seen because I didn't want to sound crazy.

But when I looked back, the figure was gone. I know what I saw that day. I'll never forget that face. Later that day, I kept feeling like I was being watched again. There was this immense pressure on my body. When I was playing, I suddenly felt my underwear getting wet. I thought maybe I'd accidentally peed myself. But then I went to the bathroom and I realised I was wrong.

When I pulled my pants down, I saw that I had a cut on my private area that was bleeding quite a bit. I hadn't done anything to cause it. I called for my mum and she started asking me what happened, but nothing made sense. Right after we left the bathroom, I felt a heavy pressure on my back and head again. My vision started going black and I couldn't hear anything. Almost like I was passing out. I'm not sure if it was the entity or just shock, but I think it was probably the shock. The next day I wanted to play with my Legos which I kept in a Ziploc bag.

But when I grabbed the bag I saw maggots crawling all over the Legos. That kind of thing started happening a lot, with clothes and even in the bathroom. Not long after I began hearing sounds around the house, knocking, scraping on the walls, footsteps. The basement had a long hallway. Not too long, but long enough that it stayed dark even when the light at the end was on. I tried to avoid it because that part of the basement gave me the worst feeling. A couple of days later, something else happened. I woke up one morning with a small black spot on my left cheek.

No one thought much of it at first, but over the next few days it got bigger, until it covered my entire cheek. It looked like a dark bruise, almost like when you pinch your finger, but much larger. No one knew what caused it. Around that time everyone in the house started having their own strange experiences. Hearing sounds, seeing things, and finding maggots on their belongings. The adults would talk about it quietly, but, I could still overhear them. Everyone was on edge. One night I was sleeping in a bed next to my parents.

The room had two beds side by side, and the door was right in front of mine. When I was lying down, I could see straight out into the hallway. Because it was so hot and humid, we always kept the door open at night. I woke up in the middle of the night for no reason and immediately felt a presence at the door. When I glanced over I saw a large humanoid shadow, darker than darkness itself, glide past the doorway into the bathroom. At first I thought it might be someone from one of the other rooms, but then I looked down. I noticed it wasn't touching the ground. It was floating, just gliding.

I shut my eyes and hid under the blankets until I finally fell back asleep. In the morning everyone was already awake, cleaning the bathroom in the long hallway. When I asked my mum what they were doing, she said it was just a weekly cleaning because it was dirty down there. Later that day the adults told us kids to stay upstairs. I didn't ask questions, but I had a feeling why. That night, everyone gathered downstairs to talk about what had been happening. That's when I found out that my mum had also been awoken the night before.

She had seen the shadow too. She said she'd been facing the door from her bed when she saw the same dark figure, gliding to the bathroom. But she couldn't see its lower half because I was blocking her view. She thought it was just someone using the bathroom, so she waited. But 15 minutes went by and no one came out. When she got up to check, the bathroom light was off. The door was open.

What she saw next didn't seem real, but she swears it's true. There was human feces smeared all over the walls, the sink, the shower, just everywhere. The same thing had happened in the other bathroom down the long hallway. Everyone started sharing their experiences, seeing shadows, hearing noises, finding maggots. And by that point, everyone was terrified. That night, Jose's mother stayed downstairs alone. She was very religious and didn't seem scared, maybe because of her faith, or because she was older and just didn't care anymore.

But that was the last night we stayed in that house. We packed up our things the next day and went to stay with a different friend. I don't know if anyone lives there now, but everyone who did back then eventually moved out. To this day, I still feel like something might be attached to me. I forgot to mention, while we were living there, I used to wake up with random bruises and scratches. I'm married now, and my wife also has her own experiences with the paranormal. We talk about it a lot and do research together. The more I've learned, the more I believed that the mark of my face back then was a sign,

that whatever that thing was, it was trying to possess me, especially since I was the youngest in the house. I thought about going back to that house someday, but I don't know if I'd ever have the courage to step inside again. Thank you all so much for sending in those creepy little tales. I can't wait to share more with you all very soon to hear on Night Drive Paranormal. If you want to support the show, you can do that through Patreon and YouTube memberships. So let's do those Patreon shoutouts. These are the people who make it so I can keep bringing new episodes like this one.

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