The Tape Library - Archive of the Paranormal & the Unexplained - Night Drive Paranormal Ep 9 - True Ghost Stories To Fall Asleep To

Episode Date: September 27, 2024

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Welcome to Night Drive Paranormal. Every episode I bring you brand new, never heard before, paranormal encounters that have been sent in by you listeners at home. Thank you for tuning in tonight. We've got another long drive together this evening. So get yourself comfortable. Just remember to keep your eyes on the road. I wouldn't want anything bad to happen. Let's get straight into our first tale tonight.

Witnessing my first ghostly apparition was not fun. I was in my sophomore year of high school, living in a small town in south central Iowa, where our neighbours were each half a mile from either side, and my house was next to a nearly abandoned gravel road to one side. This road stretched on for a few miles up and down rolling hills, covered with thick forests on the side. Of course, being in the middle of nowhere, There were no lamps or lights for this road to be lit.

Also along this road was a broken down bridge, where half of it was demolished, and where I would venture down to when I had free time in the summer, or after school when I was bored. Whenever I visited this location alone, I always had a sense that something or someone was watching me. This tense sensation of paranoia steadily increased. whenever I walked back home on the lonely gravel road, something was always off about that road. It was about 1 or 2 a.m. when I woke up to my first visual apparition.

I hadn't slept well at all that night, and it was after a day that I had visited the bridge from the road. I woke up, fitting a little off, and I had a strange allure toward the window, and to look out of it. I never did this normally, and never during the night. However, that night I seemed to be pulled towards it. Peering out the window I could see the road, or at least partially, since some of the tree branches and leaves covered most of it. On the road stood a single figure of a little girl. She wore a white dress that waved ever so slightly, was barefoot and had long black hair.

The scariest thing about her, though, was that she was staring directly at her. out of my window. Now this road was hundreds of feet away and hidden by a small hill and forestry, so the distance was long, but her gaze was directed towards me. Her shadowed eyes looking at the exact window that I was oddly directed to. I closed the curtains after a few seconds, and with my heart beating fast, I turned on the lights. I didn't sleep at all the rest of night, and never dared to look out the window again. But this apparition wouldn't stop there. She had seen me and locked onto my location. It would be another month before I saw her again, but this time she was much closer. Waking up at around 2 or 3 a.m. this time,

the moment I opened my eyes I saw her. She was on the opposite side of the room, standing near my closet. Within the darkest shadows of the corner, she stood completely still, but always staring at me, with her head bent down slightly. It was the same girl I saw on the road a month before. I was sure of it. There was a moment of frozen terror. My eyes were wide open with absolute fright. Keeping my focus on her, I stumbled my hands over the wall behind me, before flicking on the room lights. When I did, I briefly, for just a second, looked away to find the light switch. And when I turned back, the apparition had disappeared. Once again I didn't sleep at all that night. As it so happens in the paranormal field, the number three comes up a lot.

It has its own meanings for some, but for me that year it would mean a third time for this entity to reappear. This time was the scariest. Again, around 2 or 3 a.m. I was beginning to wake up, and I was in an almost half-conscious state, but I couldn't fully wake up. This same terrifying entity was suddenly in front of me, on top of me. She had very pale skin and dark eyes, almost completely black. She was screaming at me with an extended jaw, but no sound came out. But the anger in her eyes was fierce, and her open mass. mouth only had blackness within. My wrists and ankles felt as if they were pinned down, and I

couldn't move. I felt my body writhing back and forth for escape. I shut my eyes and tried to scream too, but nothing came out either. Suddenly, I felt a weight shifting off of me, and I tumbled down to the ground of a big thud. I didn't know how long I laid there because when my mother came up to check on me, She said she had heard a bump in the night, but didn't bother to check on it since it came from my room. I told her that I'd fallen out of bed, unknowingly, but didn't bother to explain the reason. I knew they wouldn't believe me, so I stayed quiet. Strangely enough, this entity never returned after that night. I wonder what happened to me that night and why it never came back.

For years it puzzled me until last year when I was talking to a medium, where she explained that a guardian angel might have fought with this. demonic entity and had shoved the apparition off of me so I could escape its grasp. I'm a paranormal believer when it comes to entities like demons and angels, so it makes sense to me coming to that conclusion. Ever since then I've had multiple other experiences of seeing and sensing spirits, but perhaps that can be another story. Thanks for sending that one in, Jackson. If you've had a paranormal encounter of your own and want me to read us out on a future episode, of Night Drive Paranormal, then please do drop me an email at the tape library at protonmail.com.

I try to read out every story in the original author's words, so please bear that in mind. Let's get into our second tale, which strangely also takes us to Iowa. I've spent my whole life living in the same house, the one my parents brought before I was even born. I did spend some weekends with my father in the places he was renting after my parents divorced. Our home is situated on the Iowa side of an area known as the Quad Cities. I have always been one who believed there are ghosts, spirits, whatever you want to call them. I think it's because of the encounters I had when I was quite young. The first experience, which is more stories I have heard from my older brothers and mother,

because I was too young at the time to remember it. We had this toy and it would talk when you press butter. on it. I think it was some educational type stuff. Again I was too young to remember. The only thing I know for sure was that it said, Hi, my name is Alfie, similar to a normal introduction. The toy seemed normal until it started talking when no one touched the thing. Obviously my mother thought that wasn't normal, so she figured it was just broken in some way and took the batteries out. But still, even without the batteries, it would go off randomly. Hi, my name is Alfie. Now I don't know if my mum believed in anything paranormal or not, but she knew her toy talking without being touched and without batteries. It was not normal.

Ultimately, it was thrown away. This is where it got even more weird, because after throwing it in the trash outside, it again appeared in our house. With its normal, Hi, my name is Alfie. Honestly, I'm not sure where it ended up after that. Now from an experience I do remember.

This one happened when I was young as well, maybe five or six, young but old enough that I remember it. Our attic was used for storage, and even part of the flooring was missing which just left exposed insulation on what would be the floor. Our family was up there one day, I think, cleaning or looking for something. When one of us noticed what looked like a shadow. but it was on one knee. At first we all thought it was a reflection or some shadow, even though there was no way light should shine that way. It was tucked back in one of the corners where the roof came down and there was no flooring.

Honestly, to this day I'm not sure exactly what it was. I can describe it as a shadow figure with what looked like ruby red eyes reflecting back at us. I remember each of us standing there, just looking at it. We all moved around, seeing if it would change or move or really do anything. But nothing. It just continued kneeling in the dark, staring at us with its red eyes. I know it wasn't just my childhood imagination. My whole family saw it.

Each of us remember it happening. It would come and go for a few months. Then it was just gone. The other odd part was, even though I was. was very young. I remember not fearing it. In an odd way it felt safe, almost as if it was just a friend checking to make sure our family was safe. Then came the experience in one of the places we visit with my father. My brother and I were playing with these two planes my dad had. It was one of our favourite things to do when we were with him. We pretend to fly them all over the house. This

led me and him downstairs, us being the only two down there at the time. Then I remember as we were both running around at the same time, both of us stopped. My brother looked at me and asked, did you see that too? Which I did. We both saw what looked like two shadowed children, playing tag. Now I know you're thinking it was our shadows, which would make sense, except. for they had depth to them. It wasn't just against a wall. They ran past the doorway, no shadow before or after they passed. They were clearly on the opposite side of the doorway from us. They didn't appear flat either like an actual shadow would. They had mass. They couldn't be seen through. Maybe it was

just my childhood imagination mixed with my older brother convincing me I saw something that wasn't real. As I got older, the room at my mum's house that me and my two older brothers shared became just mine. I was probably around 11 or 12 when each of us got her own rooms. I don't remember when exactly it started, but ever since I've always felt a presence in one specific corner of my room. In an odd way, even though I can't remember ever seeing anything, I can vividly picture exactly what this presence looks like. Tall, around six foot. and again in the form of a shadow.

Pure black, even in a room that has all its lights off, it was still noticeably darker. No facial features, but oddly enough it appeared to have well-groomed short hair. It never seemed to be a threat. Honestly, it seemed more like it was just watching me, as if I were the threat. But still, it scared the shit out of me for years. This is still the room I have.

My brothers and I share the house after my mum got remarried and started living with her new husband. I've talked to my mother about the presence in my room. She experienced it too. Before it was the room me and my brother shared. It was the master bedroom, the one she slept in. She also experienced the feeling of the presence in the same corner doing the same thing. Just standing there, watching. To this day I still feel the same presence in the same corner.

For a long time it scared me, but now in an odd way it feels as if it's my protector. Now I'm definitely a sceptic on a lot of things regarding the paranormal, but it seems as if my house has a battle between spirits, the good and the bad. The ones I've seen and encountered most often have felt as protectors. My older brother, however, experienced some that seem more sinister. The two experiences I've heard from his encounters, he said he saw what appeared to be a rabbit man of some kind, jumping outside the window. This window was on the second floor of our home, over the driveway, which went down and into the basement.

So if I was someone or something jumping, they would have had to jump probably 30 feet straight up to be seen in that window. His second encounter he described seeing two pirates, standing in the hallway outside of the room my brother's and I shared. Honestly, I don't remember all the details of his experiences, just that he seemed to think they were sinister in nature. That's the story I can remember for my life. I don't know for sure what any of it was. Maybe it was all just my childhood imagination. But I do know it has been enough to convince me that I believe my home is shared with spirits, both good and bad. Thanks for that one, Sean. As always, I love hearing your thoughts and theories on the stories that I feature on the show.

So please do leave a comment below. Just remember that people who send in their stories are listeners too. While it's completely okay to be skeptical and have doubts about a person's story, please keep it respectful. I love that people have recently referred to this as a safe space to share experiences that they have been unable to explain without judgment. and I'd love to keep this nice atmosphere we have created going. That is obviously hugely down to you guys, so thank you to you all for making night drive such a pleasant but creepy place for us together.

Let's get straight into our next submission, for which we'll be heading north, for a nice little ghostly encounter. It was 1998 when I was in my late 20s and I was living in Vancouver, Canada at time. A friend of mine and her sister, were going to Victoria on Vancouver Island for a weekend visit to see friends and family and they invited me along. It had been a very long time since I had gone up to the islands and I figured it would be a fun trip.

Our first stop was the house of two of her old friends and their small children, where we were going to stop for supper and spend the night. Not long before we got there my friend turned to me and said, Oh by the way, their house is haunted. I had always found ghost stories and the idea of the paranormal lot of fun growing up. But I was also a bit of a sceptic. Believing, almost sadly, there was usually a reasonable explanation for things, and there would have to be some pretty convincing evidence to make me believe any particular story was true.

I just said something like, Oh, really? And she continued that lights would go on and off. Keys and other items would go missing, and reappear in different places and so on. Those kind of events are pretty easy to explain away and weren't very definitive. But I wasn't going to dismiss anything out of hand

and figured I'll just see what happens. We got there mid-afternoon, met her friends who were very nice down-to-earth people, and chatted for a while before supper. They confirmed keys and things like glasses would go missing and be found later in odd places. And I just said something like, Wow, wild.

Not wanting to insult my host, but not being convinced. Nothing much happened, as things got late, we went into the extra room, where my friend and her sister would be sleeping to gather some bedding. And the old chandelier-type light flickered a couple of times. One of the friends said, Ah, that's the ghost. Well, it was a fairly old house, in not exactly great condition. And the light was definitely quite old.

So in my mind I figured it could just be old electrics and a dodgy connection somewhere. I just said, hmm, and we continued what we were doing. I would sleep on a sort of padded bench in the hallway between the kitchen and spare room, with the kids' room and my host's room across from me. Once our hosts and their kids had gone to their rooms and closed their doors, we walked down the hall with my friend and her sister, continuing to their room, and me stopping by the bench. They left the door open so I could see

as there was no light in the hallway. And once I was all wrapped up in my blanket, they turned their light off. After a few seconds, I quietly whispered, Night guys, but heard nothing. I kind of listened for a reply, but when none came, I figured I whispered too low for them to hear,

and I closed my eyes. A few seconds later, I heard a little voice say, Good night. Now my friend has a very little girl voice, but her bed was a good three or five metres away. And this was literally like a speaker, right next to me. There's just no way it could have been her from so far down the hall.

I was totally dumbfounded. I called out my friend's name quietly to see if it actually was her, but again got no reply. It took me a while to fall asleep, after that, but not because I was afraid at all, but because I was just surprised and kind of amazed at what seemed to have just happened. In the morning, when everyone had gotten up, I asked a group, Would your ghost happen to be a little girl? They hadn't told me anything at all in terms of details beyond the flickering lights, moving keys, etc. And they all stared at me and smiled,

with one of my hosts asking, Yes, how did you know? I asked, I asked, My friend if she called good night to me after she turned off the light, and with wide eyes, she said she hadn't. So smiling, I said, well then you're ghosted. It was a very wild feeling to have had my own seemingly indisputable evidence of a haunting. Now, sure, they could have been messing with me, but I doubt it. They seemed too surprised and delighted, and never did joke about having gotten me later. Sadly, none of them have any idea who the ghosts might have been. They didn't know anything about the history of their house or anything like that.

But just knew she was there, and they all lived there together happily. It was definitely one of the most interesting experiences I've ever had. Thanks for sending in your story, Matt. I hope you're all still with me out there in the dark. Don't forget if you haven't already, be sure to subscribe, so you don't miss out on more creepy tales in the future. And if you want even more from me, you can check out my main show, the tape library, where I do deep dives on paranormal and unexplained stories. Let's get into the next one. I have a bit of context for this story that might seem kind of long compared to the

payoff, but I promise it's needed. My parents divorced when I was six, and I lived with my dad until I was 14. Every other weekend I spent with my mum at my stepdad's house. One day when my little brother and I showed up, a little dark shape darted off behind the fridge. Apparently my stepdad's brother was doing work on a barn and found some kittens. He managed to get one in the sack and dumped her off with my mum. She was a tortoise shell cat and very feral. For about two years we hardly saw her, let alone got to touch her. My stepdad named her Seymour. When I was 14, I moved in with my mum to go to high school.

It didn't take long for Seymour, who I called Baba, like Baba Gump Shrimp. She was tiny. To warm up to me, and only me. It was surreal. It started with me sitting on the couch, and she would cautiously rub against the back of my head. Eventually I could pick her up, and she slept with me in my bed at night. She would follow me around the house like a cat from a cat. cartoon. And she was very smart and had a habit of sleeping on top of open doors.

Though how she never fell, I will never know. When she was around five or six years old, she had developed an abscess on her face, and her teeth started falling out. She was a fighter and never acted any differently. Still, we took her to the vet to get her checked out. She had never been to the vet for anything since she had been feral for so long. She was also very small and never really went through heats. Anyway, we took her to the vet, got a checked house and took her home. The abscess eventually ruptured and she let me clean it without a fuss.

Not long after that, in the same spot, she started getting a hard lump. It just kept growing until her nose was always running and half her face was puffed out. Still, she acted as she always did. We took her back to the vet and all he could say was that he was sorry. She likely had cancer. One night I was hanging out with my brother in the basement, watching him play a game. I went upstairs to use the washroom, but stopped when I saw Bubba, laying on the mat by the back door. Something wasn't right. I picked her up and laid her in my lap, and something aside me knew what was going to happen. She was dying. It was maybe half an hour of holding her before the end. I spoke softly.

to her and just tried to let her know she didn't have to keep fighting and suffering. It took me years to get over her death, and I still think of her often. I have her ashes and an urn on my bookshelf. Now to get to the paranormal part of my story. I was sleeping one night when I felt a cat jump up on my bed. At first I didn't think anything of it, because I have other cats, though none of them sleep in my room like Bubba did, because my other cats cause trouble like chewing cords. I sat up because I was going to remove the cat from my room. There wasn't one. There was nothing in my room or on my bed. I hadn't really had any paranormal encounters like this, so I wasn't sure what to think. This kept happening and still happens occasionally.

I do have trouble with sleep, so sometimes I'm woken up, and other times I'm simply laying there in the dark. But always I hear a little butt. and feel a cat jumping on my bed. I also occasionally feel a cat brushing again to the back of my legs when I'm at the kitchen sink or brushing my teeth in the bathroom. I always look down expecting to see one of my existing cats there, but there's never anything. I don't think her spirit is trapped here.

I think she just drops by now and again to check in on me. She was a very special cat. I've never had a cat like her before or since. I find it comforting to know that she comes around sometimes. It's almost as if she's my guardian angel or spirit guide for me. It always leaves me with a warm feeling in my chest when she visits. As the days are beginning to get short and the nights longer, I find myself getting more and more drawn to stories like these.

There's just something about being wrapped up warm on a dark night, listening to ghost stories that fills me with joy. I hope you are doing that right now. We've still got a few more stories to go tonight, so let's keep rolling. I have bits of stories. There are nothing scary and they've happened throughout my life. But more recently, things have become a lot more clear to me. Maybe some of these stories are from my young child brain way back then.

But I'm drawing closer to 30 now, and I can definitely say that not all of these are from my imagination, and have even had friends and family witness them. For a little context, I have lived in the same house all my life, with my two parents and my two older brothers. I'll call my eldest brother A and my other older brother D. Now here are some small incidents that have stuck out in my head from childhood. The first one that leaps to mind is heading to the Museum of Science and History in Chicago.

I was really young at the time, couldn't have been more than five. At the time I think the layout had Sue the T-Rex in the main lobby, which was a two or three-story corridor. I haven't been back there in a long time and those details are a bit hazy. Either way I immediately saw Sue as we entered the frong of people in the entryway, and she was positioned facing left with her whole body. While my parents and brothers were discussing where they wanted to go and what they wanted to look at, my eyes wandered to a turquoise vase on the second floor. the kind that looked like it had been shattered and then moulded back together again into a solid piece.

I admired it from where he stood for a few seconds, and then glanced back around the large lobby, only to notice that Sue was now facing me. Her body was still positioned facing left, but her skull was now staring at me. It sent a shock of fear and surprise through me, so much so that I remember hiding behind my mum and gripping her. her coat. This was back in the early 2000s. I think it was unlikely that she had any hydraulics or movement to her skeleton, especially with such a large piece, replica or not. I kept staring at Sue, her imagination making me more terrified that she'd come barreling down the hall towards us.

It felt like forever, but eventually my mum asked me what was wrong, and I told her that the dino is staring at me. She gave me a confused look. as did the rest of my family, and they all looked towards Sue, but she was back, looking towards the left. To this day it comes up in conversations now and then, and my family joke about it, but I'm adamant I know what I saw. I wasn't scared of her when we walked in. Why would I be scared of her on a second look? The other oddities mostly took place in our home. When I was a little older than the first experience, I ended up getting a loft bed in my room,

handed down from one of my cousins. If you don't know what a loft bed is, it's basically a bunk bed, but the bottom bunk is instead replaced with a desk or something similar. But I was a bit weird and got into a habit of using a sleeping bag on the floor, probably because I was scared of the wasps that made their home in between the window panes that were right next to my bed. I think anyone would understand.

Most of the time this was, fine, but every now and again I would have odd things happen at night. I would often turn my computer into sleep mode, where only a mouse click or a button press would wake it up, but sometimes I would be the one woken up by the start-up whirring of my computer, as though someone had disturbed it, or the old box TV I had in my dresser which would randomly turn on. It required the power button on the face to be pressed pretty hard. The remote was basically used. useless to me without cable, so it never had batteries in it. Sometimes the desk under my bed would creak slightly, similar to the sound of when a cat jumps up on it. And while we had cats

and I often left my door open for them, any time I tried to find out the cause for these things, there was never a cat in the room, or not where they could cause things to happen. Around 12 or 13, my mum ended up buying an old school dollhouse. I'm not sure where she should be. got it, but she's always loved them, the kind that had the open back to it, and she made it a little mother-daughter project for us to fix it up. New shingles, paint, railing, and stairs. She collects small dolls, but not the creepy cursed kind. There's a sort she had when she was a girl, and simply made a collection for herself. We were in our living room at one point painting the dollhouse and my dad came around at one point to take a picture of the two of us at work.

But when mum looked back at them later, she noticed a few odd lights in the frame of some of them, like little orbs just floating around us. No lens flare, no background light that could cause them. My mum being pagan, she thought it was interesting and me being interested in paranormal stuff. I thought it was neat that there might be ghosts in the house and she had suggested that it could be former pets sticking around we've always had cats for as long as I've been around or my brothers hell our families probably had cats since my parents got married

so it sort of made sense jumping to more recent times I can pull up quite a few more odd things that I've noticed I wouldn't call them shadow figures but I definitely feel like I'd double take a lot these days I can't tell if it's my hair at the edge of my vision, or if there's really something there, since by the time I look, there's nothing. Sometimes I'll swear I'll see a cat come into my room, but when I look around to see who it was

and where they went, there's nothing. My mum even nearly tripped and fell because she saw a shadow that looked like a cat darting in front of her, and she was afraid she was going to step on them, only for there to be no cat. any of them it could have been have been accounted for in other places when it happened. Sometimes I hear things I can't explain. I do have tinnitus so it's possible that I'm not actually hearing something, or I think I do when I'm not, but I'm not the only one. My brothers have similar occasions,

sometimes popping their heads in to ask if I called for them, when I hadn't. At one point I gathered up dishes to take to the kitchen after dinner. My room is on the second floor, which is a third floor, T intersection with four rooms. My room in the bathroom are at the right end and the computer room my parents' room on the left end. In the middle there's a half-light of stairs leading down to the living room where you can see the entire room. I just get to the stairs and I hear my mum's cough come from the computer room, but I can clearly see her down in the living room with my dad,

and she hadn't made a move. I get her attention and ask her. her if she coughed just now and she gave me a confused look back and shook her head. The computer room and bedroom were dark. Slightly creeped out and confused, I brought down my dishes and then headed to the basement to ask my brothers. The basement runs underneath the upstairs hall so maybe I had heard one of them, but neither of them noticed anything and said they don't recall coughing. Ironically enough, I had a point where I was streaming ghost adventures to a friend's of mine in another country. We were just relaxing and spending time together watching a dumb show,

when I decided to pause for a moment while I grabbed a snack and a drink. So I paused the video, tell my friend I'll be right back, then mute myself as I usually do to head downstairs. When I get back though, I find the video is playing again and has been for a few minutes. So I unmute myself and ask what happened. And my friend is just as confused as I am. She told me not too long after I muted myself. The video unpaused and she assumed I'd returned. But when she had said the usual welcome back, she got no response and saw I was still muted. She started to assume I forgot to unmute until I came back.

We've had things move and shift around the house. Nothing dramatic or drastic, but definitely off. Things falling off her shelf and it's been sitting there for quite a long time. A lotion bottle on my desk started a rock slightly on its cap despite nothing touching it or shaking it's enough to do so a cup sliding off my desk or off a counter We've even had a bookshelf in the basement fall over

Or everyone including the cats were on the main level I will grant that the small shelf was in a precarious position But it had always been in that position for months And hadn't fallen in that time I had my door swing over open as though the cat had rushed in, but again no cat. And while the window was open at the time, there was no wind, while a gust of cool the air swept over where I sat from the door, not the window. But if there's one last cherry to top off all these oddities, it was recently. I'd gotten up around

noon and headed down to the kitchen to get some hot tea, but ended up deciding the kettle needed a small wash. At this time my brother, A, had gotten up. and we chatted for a minute before he went to use the bathroom upstairs. I clean the kettle and get water going right as he finishes up and he heads out. Since the bathroom is right next to my room, it's become a habit for him to glance into my room, either to greet me or to see if there's a cat in there somewhere. As he does, he sees me at my desk,

and I make eye contact with him. But it's only a few heartbeats later when he reaches the stairs that he remembers and hears that I'm still in the kitchen making tea, and proceeds to come down to tell me. Now they joke if it's really me at my desk or the doppelganger. I feel fairly convinced at this point there's something going on around us. Perhaps it's the house, perhaps it's influenced by stress felt by all of us these past several years, or maybe it's something that clung to one of us somewhere, somehow.

I should also share that I and those of my family who have experienced similar things don't feel unsafe here. We don't feel watched or threatened or that there's a dark presence. Any time these things happen, I'm never afraid. I'm mostly curious at the seemingly sudden escalation of activity. I don't know about you all, but personally I would be a lot more terrified about a doppelganger in my house than that last person was. A short but what I thought was a very creepy sleep paralysis story next. I've only had sleep paralysis twice in my life, but I only really remember this one. I had just gotten home from work and decided to take a nap on the couch.

I laid down on my back with my cat on my chest and fell asleep. I don't remember if I had dreams, but I remember waking up. If you can call it that. I couldn't open my eyes and I couldn't move. I could feel though. My cat constantly getting up to reposition and lay down because apparently I'm not a very comfortable bed. That's when I heard footsteps start right outside the front door, just about ten feet from my head. The door opened and heavy footsteps. I got the impression that a man had entered my apartment. I started to panic. I always had a vivid layout of the apartment that I could picture this person standing just at the

the armrest, staring down at me on the couch for a few long moments, before he turned to the left and walked down the hall. I tried to move my fingers, my toes, even my diaphragm, to try and disturb my cat, but nothing worked. I heard the man take a left down the short hall, and into my roommate's room. Draws were roughly pulled open and searched through, along with her closet doors. Whatever it was it was searching for something and it wanted it bad. I could almost picture it tearing through her room. I don't know what snapped me out of it, but my cat jumped down right before I flung myself off the couch and searched the apartment. Everything was in place. Everything was clean. It's been three to four years now and the sensation of someone standing over me

still haunts me. Obviously so many of you out there listening to me come from North America. So, so many of the stories tend to take place there. For that reason, it always interests me when I receive a story from the other side of the world. It's interesting to see how experiences and our perceptions of them can alter, depending on the culture we come from. So let's head over to Southeast Asia. I'm Southeast Asian born and living there. My country has a rich culture.

about anything mystic and paranormal. It's very normal for us to hold conversations about such things. I have several stories of my own that I'd like to share my experience of. I was nine years old when this happened. At the time, my mother regularly invited two of my cousins to stay with us because it was the holidays. Let's call them Lynn and Liam. Lynn is Liam's oldest sister, and also older than me, maybe 14 years old or so. Liam was eight.

I also had a little sister on my own who was four years old. I myself was never interested in the paranormal as a child. At nine years old all I could think about was school and courses outside classes. Even when all of us would watch scary stories, programs or horror movies on TV. I was always a sceptic between us because, seeing is believing, right? But that would change. It was holidays again. As usual, we went to bed around 10pm.

My sister already asleep on her bed across mine. For some reason, I couldn't sleep as fast as I usually do. Bedroom doors in our house were never completely shut because my mother or father would check in on us sometimes in the middle of the night. My room was dimly lit and I kept turning under my blanket, restless and completely awake. My mother brought me a cheap wristwatch not too long ago as a present and I kept glancing at it.

It was way past midnight when I heard sounds coming from outside my door. Since the door wasn't completely shut, I could clearly hear that it was a small sob that I heard. I thought it couldn't be. Who would cry in the middle of the night? Lynn and Liam shared a room next to mine, so I thought maybe it was Lynn, because the sob sounded like a female voice.

I got off my bed and walked to the door, I still could hear it and it became louder as I stepped through the door. I asked out loud into the slightly ajar door next to my bedroom. Lynn, is that you? Why are you crying? Right after I said that, the sobbing stopped. I still thought it must have been Lynn, she probably missed her father. So I opened the door and looked inside.

Both Lynn and Liam were fast asleep. By this point I had chills running down my spine. I shut the door quickly and walked to my own bedroom. I hid under the bed and forced myself to sleep. In the morning I asked Lynn if she was crying last night. She said she wasn't. There were also no tear marks on her face or bloodshot eyes. If it wasn't her crying, then who?

I never told this event to my parents. I only talked about this to my sister when she was already a high schooler, and I was about to go to another city for college. My sister was, and still is a scared cat. She couldn't stand ghost stories and spirits. She had worriedly asked me if there were still spirits in her house because I had several other experiences after the sobbing girl. I told her that she didn't need to worry about that.

From my experience are a lot of ghosts and spirit types which can be divided by three types. The harmless, the mischievous, and the evil ones. ones. Our house at the worst had its share of mischievous spirits that like to scare people. Usually me and my mother were targets. Since my sister is not a paranoomally sensitive person, she would never be a target for such a spirit. Then mentioned in their email to me that English isn't even their third language, so I was worried about how the story would read. I just want to say you did an incredible job. Thank you for sharing that story with us.

Now a couple of short stories from Louisiana. These events took place beginning in 2001 in a small southwest Louisiana town, with a population of just under 10,000. My family and I, my husband and three kids, lived in a big older home built in the 1940s. It was haunted. The fact was not disclosed upon sale. It was discovered after moving in.

The ghost kept watch over my youngest, who wasn't quite too. Overnight I would softly play a classical music station on the radio in her room. The next morning it would change to a classic rock station. Call with me, although who changed it? She hadn't learned how to escape her crib. No one took credit for it and I am sensitive to energies. So I called out, who changed the station? I then felt a faint cool breeze around and passed me.

Close my eyes and felt calm. as if it was there to protect. My daughter described him, then said, he shows me his teeth. A split second of shock and fear shot through my mind and body, and then realisation set in. I asked.

He was smiling at you. She excitedly replied, Yes, mummy, that's what it was. I smiled back knowing to nurture her gift to not attempt to gaslight a two-year-old. Shortly after this, I found out who he had been, what's happened to him. And so it went. He watched over us, pulled pranks, and I talked to him.

I told him, even though you would be older than me, and I still consider you one of my kids. Another memorable instance occurred when I had a terrible kidney infection. My husband was on a work trip and the kids were with my parents. It was 10.30pm, the light was on in the adjoining bathroom, and I heard a knock on the bathroom window. Thinking it was one of my son's friends being his usual asshole self. My fever was climbing and I was immense pain. I yelled at the kid to go home.

I heard two more knocks, cursed. Then the bedroom door knob turned left, then right one time. My dog, a fiercely loyal and protective fox terrier, growled. That door was in the downstairs hallway. I thought, I'm not imagining this. I should be in this house alone. My dog jumped off to bed and began leading the way to the other door, leading to the end of the hallway. She ran to the hallway, stopped and looked back at me.

Nothing was there. I said, come on Ripley good girl it was just him my fight not flight adrenaline began to fall and I went back to bed once there I asked a ghost if it was him outside the bedroom door in the hall there was a spot on the wood floor that would creak if you stepped on it

it creaked relieved I told him thank you for letting me know you are watching over me next time please try not to scare the shit out of me I swear to you this was the first and last time this next thing happened. He audibly chuckled. I then heard the stairs creaking all the way up each step. At the very least, my invisible teenager was respectful.

Oh yes, I almost forgot. After the ghost retreated back upstairs, I called my father to take me to the hospital and made a full recovery. One last hail before we disappear off into the night. And for this one, we're headed to Jamais. I was in Jamaica for my best friend's wedding. We had stayed at a nice all-inclusive resort. It was built like a kingdom with small portions of a village to go to,

restaurants, insane pool clubs, clubs, shops, everything. But you could tell it was pretty old with renovations. I was single then and stayed in my own room, though I didn't spend much time in there because we were out doing stuff. But when travelling, local food doesn't always. local food doesn't always agree with me, so one night I stayed in, just trying to find something on the TV and to rest. When late at night someone knocked on my door. I knew my friend might come to check on me at some point, so I figured it was him. But I opened the door

to no one there. The halls were big and wide with marble floors, so you could see in both directions and would surely hear someone running away. Also the result had two sides to it, family and singles. I was on the father's side of the single side, so I don't think there are any little kids playing pranks. Honestly I'd say it's nearly impossible for someone to knock on the door and hide that quickly without hearing them sneak into another room. Oh well I think. Later I'm sitting in the bathroom. On the toilet again because the Jamaican cuisine didn't sit well with me and they actually had a landline telephone on the wall at the toilet how neat well the phone goes off ringing i pick it up stunned and say

hello it was a kind of analog sputtering sound that had no rhythm to it just click in sporadically so i hung up and at this point i'm really trying to pretend like both occurrences are just strange incal instances. I told myself if the front desk needed to call me, they'll call back. They didn't. It then occurred to me that I had only heard the phone ring from the bathroom and did not hear the phone by the bed ringing, which shouldn't be the case if anyone was to call the room. Having no way to process this logically, I tried to put it out of my mind. I've experienced some strange things before, so I wasn't freaking out. but this was beginning to mess with my peace of mind a bit.

Anyway, I ended up getting some not-so-great sweaty sleep and feeling better, but not great the next day. I decided to take a long shower with the lights off, something I found very relaxing, most other times at least. When all of a sudden I heard three knocks at the door, only this one sounded different, it sounded louder, sounded closer, It sounded like it had not come from the front door of the hotel room, but the door to the bathroom.

I sat in the darkness in the shower naked, replaying the sounds of the knock in my head trying to convince myself I was wrong, but I wasn't. My brain immediately recognised it as the bathroom door, and I have to trust that. At that point I knew this was not normal. The hotel room had another visitor in it. when I mustered the courage to get out of the shower and hurriedly turned all the lights back on, I remembered something peculiar that happened earlier in the trip. So throughout the trip I kept having problems with my keycard, and I had to have a new key card linked to the door twice, seemingly for no good reason.

Once it was two in the morning and I was very drunk and sat outside my door for about 20 minutes, waiting for a maintenance guy to come and help. He comes and links a new key to my door, and I ask, why does this keep happening? And he said, this is an old resort. Some strange things happen here sometimes, with a bit of a smirk on his face. The night is getting late, and we all have places to be. So I'll sign off here, my friends. Don't forget, please do let me know what you thought of these tales in the comments below.

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