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I am your host, Coop Devil, and I am here on this All Hallows Eve to bring you stories.
Some stories don't come from books or movies or myths.
They come from the mouths of the people who lived them.
The people who swore they saw something standing in the dark when no one else was there.
Who heard the whispers.
Who felt the cold hand brush against them in the middle of the night.
These aren't campfire tales polished for your entertainment.
These are real accounts.
The kind that leaves scars on the mind long after the moment has passed.
You thought death was the end?
It's just a sequel.
Tonight, the dead don't rise like a George Abril Merrill film.
Tonight, the dead remember that they never left this physical existence, yet they linger like a warm fart.
Think about every grave you walked past, every mirror you avoided gazing toward, every name you whispered in the dark, every time you beckoned for mommy.
This isn't a story.
It's a reckoning.
Life, at times, can be very frightening.
The stories told can be horrific, like fingernails across a chalkboard.
Tonight on this Hallows Eve, you'll be getting 15 such stories.
15 cracks in reality.
15 times the dead refused to stay dead.
These 15 stories have been provided by people who swear that they have experienced these ghostly encounters.
I personally don't like creepypastas, and neither should you.
But I've hand-picked the stories that I felt are more believable out of the thousands that are blatant bullshit.
Forget the cute ghost nonsense.
These are screams in empty rooms, footsteps coming from places unseen, even shadows adorned with bloody teeth.
So get prepared.
Put your onesies on and velcro them tighter than you can clench your butthole.
It'll be needed.
Now, let's get into this.
halloween special part two story one comes from user having a breakdown too From Reddit.
I lived in a haunted apartment for about two years.
I never believed in spirits until I wasn't given a choice.
There were some seriously dark things living in that building.
Scratched, choked, lights turning out, doors slamming open and closed, shadowed figures, night terrors.
I had a hand grab my ankle and try to pull me out of bed once.
It was a constant state of dread.
The apartment across the hall from me had serious poltergeist activity.
Their door would open at random when they weren't home, and their TV would blare static.
Footsteps following behind you up the stairs, that sort of thing.
Family noise from vacant apartments would occur on a nightly basis.
The elevator would take you down to the basement instead of the floor you wanted to get to.
And something had latched itself onto me that took forever to shake.
I hope I never experience a place like that again.
Story 2.
This comes from Salty Night 5917.
My house was haunted.
First, I noticed kitchen lights turning on and off by itself.
And the kitchen light fixture would come off and bang on the floor.
My husband bolted the fixture to the ceiling.
And this stopped it, but the lights on and off continued.
I would take a nap in the afternoon and I would be woken up by the sound of shoes walking.
I would get up and go to the garage, but no one had entered the house.
I then realized the sounds were of hard-soled shoes, not tennis shoes, which my husband wore.
I have these two vintage lamps from my grandmother's house.
I never turned them on because the wiring was over a hundred years old and I didn't want that to cause a fire.
These lamps were in my bedroom.
In the beginning of December, on my birthday at 3 o'clock in the morning, one of the lamps came on.
We were both asleep in bed and woke up realizing that, oh, the lamp was on.
So my husband got out of bed and turned the lamp off.
He then got back into the bed and after five minutes, the lamp came back on.
This time he got up and removed the light bulb.
I remembered that during Thanksgiving I noticed my daughter was looking into the bedroom mirror and the other lamp was on.
I called her and asked her if she had turned the light on.
She said, no.
The light just came on and I thought it was set up on a timer to turn on.
I was sitting in the front room watching TV and I could see down the hallway to the bedrooms.
I see a cloud of white mist or smoke traveling along the ceiling, one room into the bedroom.
Then it disappeared.
I was sleeping and felt the bed cave in as if someone had sat down.
I never said anything to anyone.
Then my other daughter told me a week or so later, she experienced something sitting on her bed, which was in another room.
We both just kept it to ourselves.
Then, my husband mentions experiencing the same caving in of the bed while he was resting soon thereafter.
That is the extent of the ghosting.
I think the ghost moved on, maybe to one of the neighbors.
Story 3.
From Freya 627.
They say a house, a land, an object, or a person can be haunted.
I don't know which it was, but when I was 8 to 11 years old, we lived in a trailer park near these woods, in a place where a lot of people hike by these falls and hiking trails.
It was a small trailer park of just five trailers.
Years later, when I was 11, the state bought the land and it's now preserved state land in central New York.
Anyway, when I was 10, I saw a shadow figure.
Although at the time, I didn't know what the hell it was.
It moved down the hall from one room to the other.
My dad worked nights.
My mom was across the street babysitting.
She blew it off as wind and the curtains blowing.
But even then, I knew it wasn't the case.
One time, my dad, who never believed in that nonsense, was sitting at our kitchen table with his friend and they heard footsteps coming down the hall toward them.
They said it sounded like heavy work boots.
No one was there.
My mom said she'd smell lilacs and had her bed sheets tucked on.
I saw a face floating in the kitchen window, which is located too high for a person to stand there.
My dad had a nervous breakdown in that place.
And we soon moved that trailer from that spot to another location and nothing ever occurred again.
I'd like to note that my mom practiced powwow witchcraft and had held a couple of seances with a Ouija board there.
I've never experienced anything else, ever.
It was that place.
30 years later, my sister, who never lived there, she's 20 years older than me.
While we were talking about our mom memories in that place, she mentioned seeing a shadow figure in the same hallway, and my hair stood up.
Story 4.
From Dogs, Cats, Kids, Help Me.
The house I grew up in from birth to 20 years old had something going on.
It sat in the middle of a one-acre lot, so there were no other houses close up to ours.
Small town, very quiet area where you don't hear traffic.
At night, when everyone went to bed, we would sometimes hear voices coming from the front of the house, the living room area.
You couldn't make out what they were saying, but it was definitely people talking.
Kind of like a TV on in another room.
If you walked down the hall towards it, it would always stop.
My dad, who is a super devout Christian and absolutely does not believe in ghosts, admitted once that he heard the voices and had gone down the hall to the front of the house thinking someone had left on the TV.
But it was off.
This was before the internet, so it couldn't be blamed on electronics.
He was so puzzled about it.
It really didn't scare me, but one night in my late teens, I had a friend spent the night.
After everyone went to bed, we were in my room talking and she mentioned my parents being up so late.
I told her, nope, they're in bed.
That's our ghosts.
She got up, walked down the hall, and saw that, yeah, nobody was up.
She then came back running into the bedroom and said, dude.
And she refused to ever sleep over after that.
I guess that's what traumatized me.
My friend wouldn't spend the night anymore.
LOL?
Story 5 by Henry Balendry.
We lived in a haunted house until I was about eight or nine.
It taunted us for lack of a better way of describing it.
It was an upside-down house built on a hill.
Liu entered on the top floor and went downstairs for bedrooms in the second bathroom.
At night, we would sometimes hear footsteps as if someone was walking around up there.
One time it was so bad, on and off for like ten minutes, that my mom and brother went upstairs to investigate, but no one was there.
At one point, it made a doll come alive, and then had it lean out over my wardrobe to watch me run out of the room.
Another time, I was being a kid and making up a song with whatever lyrics popped into my head.
A male voice sang along, then laughed when I ran out of the room.
Other things happened, and not just to me.
But it was low-income housing and my single mother couldn't afford to move us.
So we just went along with it until we could afford to move.
Last time I visited my hometown, I went and stood outside.
The house still felt awful, even from a safe distance.
I wouldn't say it's giving me anxiety.
It's made me a believer and nervous and careful around the supernatural.
As awful as that house was, I'd still be open to taking a peek inside again.
Obviously not alone, though.
Story 6 by Mersch I've lived at three homes with paranormal activity.
The first was actually my grandmother's home when I was a kid and it never actually entered the house.
The house was built on top of a really old house that had burned down.
Sometimes you would see a man with a white hat walk past the window.
The first time I saw it, I was confused and thought someone was at the house.
It was in the country in the middle of a 50-acre farm.
I told my grandmother someone was there and we went out looking for them.
But no one was anywhere around.
She asked what they looked like and I said it was an older man with a white hat.
You just casually responded, oh, that's just a ghost.
I've been seeing him here 25 years.
He's harmless.
It blew my mind, but I was more curious and scared.
The second house was when I was 20 years old.
I saw a ghostly dense mist come up the stairs and go across the hall into the bedroom.
Occasionally, the water faucet would turn on and the medicine cabinet would open.
That one certainly scared me a bit when I saw it, but otherwise was harmless.
I was a little scared when I was alone in the house for a few days after that, but it faded quickly.
We only lived there a little over a year, but it never really bothered me.
The third was when I was about 24 years old.
I never actually had an experience, but my roommate was pretty freaked out by it.
He walked into the kitchen one day and saw a man wearing a kind of flannel-looking shirt.
She said she gasped and it just kind of vanished in front of her.
A few weeks after living there, the landowner came and cleared a densely overgrown area behind the house.
And we found out that there were really old grave markers back there.
Again, I never had any personal experience.
Not there, so it didn't really bother me.
Story 7 comes from Ardent Vicks.
My son and I moved into my dad's apartment in New York City, which he had been living in for about 20 years.
I used to see apparitions and was more sensitive to that stuff.
It was November and I was getting ready to leave for the day.
That morning felt weird.
My dad had gone to work, so I was alone with the baby.
It felt like there were a bunch of people that I couldn't see.
I turned all the lights on, the TV as well.
It literally felt like I had people all around me.
I heard whispering, which got louder and louder.
I packed my baby up and we spent the entire day outside walking the streets until my dad got home.
I told him about what happened.
He told me that the previous tenant got killed in the bathroom of the apartment, and he would see the tenant walking around the house from time to time.
She was a younger girl in her 20s with long hair and wore a pink gown.
I moved out not long after that.
Story 8 by Amuso, 18.
Both my houses growing up were haunted.
The first house is located in what is now a suburb of Houston, but before, it was pastureland going back to the 1840s.
There was a ghost of a little girl in the house.
My mom saw it once.
She said she turned around inside her walk-in closet and the girl in an old-fashioned nightgown was standing in the doorway just watching her.
I never saw her.
But when I was young, there was an incident, this was in the mid-90s, where I woke up at night and heard laughing coming from the living room.
It was a girl.
It was getting closer.
It got closer and closer, and I just hid under the covers.
The laughter was in my room when it ended.
It just sounded like a happy kid playing and laughing.
But I was scared nevertheless.
The next house, I was a teenager.
This is in the early 2000s.
There was much more activity here.
My parents bought the house from friends of my mom's parents.
The first night in the house, I put up some posters.
I remember waking up and thinking someone was in the room.
I sat up, looked around, and heard one of my posters being moved around.
It was tacked in, though.
I watched as the bottom of the poster pulled straight up and the bottom two tacks in the corners flew across the room.
I said, holy shit, and turned on my lamp and it was over.
No poster ever did that again.
I would routinely get the feeling of someone in that room with me for as long as I lived in that room.
This next incident was in the same house.
Everyone in my family had the experience of seeing a man walking up our driveway.
But if you blinked, he was gone.
It happened all the time.
It wasn't a car driving by.
It wasn't some weird trick of the light.
You could turn to look out the window and there's a guy walking up the driveway.
I'd blink, he'd be gone.
Finally, also in the same house, we'd all be downstairs watching TV.
The floors upstairs squeaked.
It was an old house.
If you walked over certain spots, it squeaked distinctly.
And we would hear footsteps thumping and floor squeaking regularly.
I didn't find out until later that the previous owner had died in the house and his widow had sold us the home.
My mom, who didn't talk about the ghost, later said she believed it was him.
Story 9 by Asterion From five to seven years old, I lived with my parents and had my baby brother in a small apartment we were renting.
Usually things happened when mom and I were home.
Not so much, but he did see things a couple times.
What I mostly remember and still feel shivers about today are the following.
1.
The times mom and I saw black shadows going from the kitchen to the bathroom were my room.
2.
One night around 9 p.m., I was ironing clothes in the dining room.
The iron was cold, as I was a clumsy kid, when suddenly, I felt a hand touch my shoulder a couple of times.
Thinking it was my brother, I yelled at him to stop.
Mom answered, saying he's been with her making dinner the whole time.
I thought nothing of it until I felt a stronger third tap, which scared the shit out of me.
Third, I'd wake up in the middle of the night sometimes and see a massive spider on my wall, right in front of my face.
But when I turned on the lights, it was gone.
No matter how much I looked around, it never appeared again.
And those things wouldn't be able to hide as easily.
Or, we'd hear clear footsteps on the ceiling late at night, even though we had no attic.
Thought they were rats, so dad put some poison around.
Never found a single one.
Also, rats do not sound like that when they walk.
I don't know if it was real or not, but that house gave a fucking awful experience to us all.
Luckily, we were able to buy a nice house around 2003, and they've been there ever since.
Story 10 by voice of my own sanity.
I lived in a haunted house from ages 6 to 10 in Connecticut.
Compared to a lot of other stories, my haunting was relatively mild.
It felt like things were escalating by the time we moved, so I can only imagine what would have happened if we hadn't moved.
A lot of the incidents centered around me.
I was the youngest kid, female and empathic.
So we theorized that I was more susceptible to haunting.
My room was also where most of the incidents happened.
The entire time I lived in that house, I was in a constant state of fear.
My mom also felt extremely uncomfortable.
My brother had a few experiences as well.
My dad, though, he never believed it was haunted, but some strange things happened to him as well.
Things went missing a lot.
Lost time.
Strange animal behavior.
Noises and banging.
Objects and toys moved.
Strange dreams and behavior in sleep.
At some point, I refused to go into my room alone as I was terrified something was going to get me or trap me.
I was filled with terror and dread.
Got to the point that I refused to sleep in my room and would not step foot in the basement, ever.
The house had multiple owners in a relatively short time, but that wasn't unusual for the area.
I've done research and haven't been able to turn up anything about the land or the house.
The house was pretty new, actually.
All I found out was that the road that led to the neighborhood was pretty famous internationally for unexplained disappearances and paranormal activity.
I think it may have been a poltergeist based on the activity and that it mainly latched onto me.
I believe the family that bought the house from us still lives there.
I still have nightmares.
The experience deeply affected me.
It made me trust my gut feeling in more situations.
When buying a house, I feel uncomfortable.
It just isn't worth it.
Story 11 by Et2 Bluto50 I lived in a haunted trailer my last two years in college.
It was an old, narrow one built in the 50s.
Bought it really cheap, and the rent for the lot was ridiculously low.
This was in the early 80s, but the rent was like $35 a month, including water and sewer.
When I bought it, it had lots of very large, very tacky, even by early 80s standards, women's clothes and small children's clothes.
The roof had leaked and most of the furniture inside was ruined, so I threw it all out.
I fixed the roof and everything else inside and then moved in with a friend.
Now, I went to UNC Wilmington, and the trailer was close to Carolina Beach and not too far from school.
We figured we had it made.
Things got pretty weird pretty soon after moving in, with sounds of dishes being washed and the water turning on and off.
There was a bit of a water hammer when the kitchen sink was turned off and would create a vibration throughout the structure.
We could hear and feel the water turn on and off.
Initially we blamed each other, naturally.
But then we would experience it when the other wasn't home.
It might have been cool to have a dishwashing ghost, but no such luck.
Anyway, it escalated to doors flying open and voices.
The first time I heard voices, it sounded like a man and a woman, and I thought maybe it was someone breaking in.
We heard light switches click and saw lights down the narrow hallway, but no one was there.
The first summer I lived there, I was taking two courses and they ended by noon.
I had a habit of going home and eating lunch, and I would doze off on the couch.
I had a recurring dream that a large blonde woman with greasy hair would throw open the back door and come storming down the hallway stomping.
And she was incredibly angry, absolutely seething.
I would wake up out of breath and heart pounding.
The back door would be standing open, but no one was there.
In some dreams, she would turn into a lizard-like, scaly, green and blue woman as she got nearer to the living room where I was asleep.
And that's exactly when I would wake up.
After a couple weeks, I quit going home after class and went to the library until it was time for my roommate to return.
My grades are really good at least.
My last several months there, my roommate stayed with his girlfriend at her apartment near campus nearly every night and I was there alone.
I started going home just four hours away nearly every weekend unless someone was coming to visit.
I dreaded going home every evening and staying by myself.
If I didn't go home, I would stay with friends near campus on weekends.
Fortunately, I had some good friends.
About a month before I graduated, I was talking to our neighbor.
He told me that the woman who lived there before us had committed suicide by shooting herself, parked in a car in a fairly remote area nearby.
She had two little girls, and she took them to her sister's first.
It was several days before she was found after killing herself.
The people who sold me the trailer owned the tiny trailer park where it was located.
They never provided the title to the trailer, but kept promising they would get it for me.
As it turned out, they didn't actually own it.
The place was pretty much left as it was the day she committed suicide when I bought it.
My neighbor described her as a very large woman with greasy blonde hair who was angry all the time.
He said she was cruel to the two little girls and would often leave them alone in the trailer with no AC running.
My neighbor said that he and his wife actually once broke in and got the two little girls out and kept them at their house because it was so hot and unsafe.
After I graduated, I sold it to a guy who ran a construction business as his place to stay while his company was building a resort property nearby.
I really think he bought it as a place to shack up with his girlfriend, as opposed to his wife.
I didn't care.
I was glad to be shed of it, and I made some decent money off of it, too.
I could care less what the Trigger Park owners thought, since they never gave me a title.
And the construction guy didn't care either.
Anyway, when I closed the door, back door that flew open all the time, for the last time, I heard a huge crash inside.
I opened the door and looked in, and a light fixture in the bathroom that I installed when we first moved in fell from the ceiling into the bathroom sink.
I just nodded and shut the door.
I got to my truck and left.
Out of curiosity, I drove by it to see about it a year later, and the construction guy had built an enormous deck onto it.
I went by about two years later, and it had burned to the frame.
All that was left was gnarled burnt aluminum in that big deck.
Story 12 by Hawaiian Gremlin I have lived in multiple haunted houses, but there was only one that felt as though whatever was there was evil were out to get me.
I would constantly hear footsteps pacing up and down the hall outside our room and also coming from upstairs, right above our room, at all hours of the night.
My boyfriend went to work at 4 a.m., so he would be pissed that it was difficult to sleep and I would usually be too scared to go back to sleep after he went to work.
Whatever it was would knock on the door in threes, and the knocks were creepy, soft, slow.
I had gotten this snake ring as an anniversary gift that I kept by my bedside every night.
One morning I woke up and it was just gone.
I flipped the house upside down looking for it and got in a big fight with my boyfriend at the time when he thought I had just lost it.
He got me a similar one the next year as a replacement and within a week, that one disappeared as well.
We both knew at that point what had most likely happened.
People told us they felt uncomfortable in our house, but were usually vague about why.
As we later found out, they didn't want to scare us.
We would feel something run up behind us in the hallway.
Doors would fly open by themselves, and they were the sliding doors.
Lights would come on by themselves.
One time when I was home alone, it sounded as though an airplane was flying through the living room.
I literally thought one was crashing above the house or something.
Papers, books, anything on the shelves flew onto the floor all at once.
And I refused to go back inside the house until someone got home.
They didn't believe me when I told them.
Not only did it leave a cloud of constant paranoia and heavy intensity looming over every occasion, every moment, but it also made me feel as though I was going insane.
It took an accumulation of people witnessing things and confirming what was going on until I finally felt at ease.
There was really something going on in that house.
And I wasn't just losing my mind.
But then, that was even more unsettling.
I moved into a new house since then and even bought the house when the renters decided to sell.
As I am terrified of moving into a new house that could potentially be haunted.
It will definitely fuck up your mental health if it's aggressive or ill-intentioned.
Story 13 by Emo in the 90s I live in Capitol Hill, Denver, by Cheeseman Park.
I've had so many paranormal experiences.
It is mind-blowing.
My sister is a medium, but I didn't even believe in ghosts until I started working at the Denver Botanic Gardens.
I'm not going to elaborate because that merits its own thread.
I highly recommend reading up on both the gardens and Cheeseman Park.
But one of my apartments near Cheeseman was so haunted that I couldn't keep glass in there because it would keep flying off the shelves.
The elderly lady upstairs from me had died a year prior.
She was single and nobody found her until a week later.
My neighbor used to help her run her trash out and offer to take her cats after finding out she'd passed.
Paramedics wouldn't let her because the cats had started to eat her.
I needed to euthanize them.
I don't think she was the ghost buggy me.
I got the vibe it was an angry man.
But that is how much spooky energy is circulating around my neighborhood.
I lasted a year in that apartment.
My parents' house is haunted as fuck too.
They live on a ranch an hour south from Denver.
I got hit by a car while riding my bike and had to stay at my parents' house for a few weeks.
When they moved in, they converted the wood shop of the husband of the cattle rancher who lived there into a spare bedroom.
I was sleeping in that room.
I was on a ton of painkillers and kept having really intense dreams that an old cowboy was storming at me through the wall and beating me up.
He was so angry, it was scary.
I was freaked out.
And so I slept on the couch outside of my parents' room after that.
I assumed it was just the painkillers.
I didn't believe at the time.
But I talked to my assist and she told me, oh, I know who that guy is.
I see him all the time.
He's nice to me because I take care of the horses.
And he loves horses.
We told a lady who lives on the neighboring property.
And she said that it sounds like Clay, Diana's husband.
He killed himself on the property.
He loved horses and got arthritis so bad that he couldn't ride anymore and shot himself.
Clay is certainly still around.
But I was staying in that same room recently and tried to do some yoga and got so scared and uncomfortable that I had to leave.
Like I was being chased out of the room.
Pictures fall off the wall and shattered all the time.
So yeah, you're probably dealing with a ghost.
Trust your gut.
It's always right.
Story 14 by the terrible Timmy Cat Well, I spent 10 years of my life there, at least.
From 1993 to 2003, I lived in a very haunted house in Western North Carolina.
It had been our landlord's house, but when our landlord died, his children began to fight over it.
with it eventually going to the daughter of one of our landlord's sons.
She didn't want it though, saying she had too many bad memories of the place and sold it to us at a discount.
That should have been our first clue.
Our second clue was that on topographic maps, the little knob of land on which the house stood is called Copperhead Hill.
So, yes.
A house where a family is so unhappy and dysfunctional that they ended up suing one another over it, and much more.
Built on a plot of land named after a venomous snake, we were off to a great start.
But what I know about the house is that the original part, the living room and two bedrooms, was built in 1927.
The house basically metastasized after that, with multiple additions, the last being a patio covered and turned into a den sometimes in the 70s or 80s.
At the time we got it, it had 11 rooms.
Three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a living room, a dining room, a kitchen, a den, a laundry room, pantry, and even a library.
It had four fireplaces.
Worst of all, four people died in the house.
Our landlord.
He died of a heart attack in a big red leather chair in the living room.
His wife died of cancer in what became my mother's bedroom.
And I don't know how the other two went.
They were relatives of our landlord.
The house and property, originally a large farm, had been in the family for generations.
The farm gradually whittled down as the family's fortunes declined.
So, what kind of paranormal activity happened there?
Well, doors locking themselves behind you when that should not have been physically possible.
Loud footsteps on the stone floor of the kitchen at night, which sounded like a woman in high heels walking laps around the room.
Things moving around the house.
Books jumping off shelves.
Things being thrown across rooms.
Bedroom doors opening just long enough and wide enough for something to look in before closing again.
Something pounding on the front door late at night on more than one occasion.
Loud coughing coming from my mother's bedroom when there was no one in there.
A pair of antique mirrors, very large and very heavy, coming off the wall in the middle of the night, crossing the room and coming to rest against the opposite wall.
And they would turn so that the glass faced the wall where they had been hanging.
A woman in a white blouse and long black skirt occasionally appeared in the front yard.
A friend of mine saw her one evening.
The lady who delivered the newspaper saw her around 5 a.m.
And a friend of my mother saw her around 4 a.m. as he was on his way up the mountain to tend his orchards.
A large black dog appearing under an oak tree in the front yard.
A friend of mine saw it and said its eyes didn't glow per se, but looked the way a cat's eyes look when light refracts in them just right.
She was the only one who saw it, and we realized something was wrong when she asked whose dog it was.
But there was no dog when I looked, and when we looked together, she saw it and I didn't.
She suggested very quickly at that point that we go inside.
Weird lights, usually white or blue, occasionally red, would move among the trees in the woods around the house.
It was an indistinct muttering coming from the woods, sounding like someone mumbling to themselves.
Strange shadows that looked like miniature but elongated human forms that you would very rarely see doing some kind of herky-jerky little dance on the living room hearth.
Probably just pareidolia, but in the wood grain of the paneling in what was my bedroom, it looked like there were some very disturbing faces.
One looked like a skull, seen from the side with a dark trail leading upward out of one eye socket.
Another looked like a woman with her mouth wide open, but her face cleaved in two.
That one really bothered me because over the years it seemed to turn from a more sight-on view to a more direct view.
My dad showed up there after he died.
My mom told me she felt his hand brush through her hair twice and one morning she found a wet washcloth on the lip of the sink, just the way he always left them after shaving in the week after he died in 2012.
So that was my house.
Another couple of things that were bothersome about it was that it was always dark inside despite the fact that it had 30-something windows.
I had to count once when my dad was thinking about replacing them.
And the fact that unpleasant things always seemed to haunted the place.
Mosquitoes, spiders, and snakes were always around.
It seemed like if it stung, bit, or was venomous, the house on Copperhead Hill was a place it wanted to be.
The house also seemed to like to hurt people.
The landlord and his family weren't happy or healthy there, and neither were we.
As for me, I was there from age of 13 to the age of 23 when I finally moved out on my own.
It's wild what you can get used to, because it was a little creepy when I lived there, but after I moved out, I realized how profoundly wrong the house was.
And I didn't even like being there after dark.
Story 15 by Silver Honkler I have had some terrifying events happen in my life, but the most unsettling was just a few years ago.
We haven't had any paranormal activity in our apartment the last 10 years outside of whatever you want to call this.
So it really struck me as strange.
I'm in the kitchen doing my work thing and I've got to grab something from the office.
I go down the hall and see my wife sitting on the bed in our bedroom.
I'm in a hurry so I go, hey babe, and just go print my shopping label or whatever.
She didn't say anything back so I thought she just didn't hear me.
So I do my own thing and walk out and see her sitting on the bed facing the door just staring as I pass by.
I had something on the stove so I just kept doing my thing.
I eventually needed something, so I yelled really loud so she could hear me down the hall.
Like eight feet away from me, I hear her go, Jesus Christ, I'm right here.
What do you want?
I asked how she got from the bedroom so quickly, and she said she was there in the living room working this whole time.
Grabbed a bat and went to confront whatever was in the bedroom that looked like her, but of course, nothing was there.
I didn't get much sleep the next few days.
Still kind of messes me up talking about it.
I know how it sounds, but I know what I saw.
Whatever was sitting on the bed that looked like her was not human.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is where we're gonna end this episode.
It was a short one.
Shorter than usual.
In the past few weeks, I've been going through some health issues.
I had to get an MRI a few nights ago and that's gonna cost a pretty penny.
And I've been feeling sick.
You know, coldish, feverish.
But I had a blood test done and everything turned out good, I guess.
Not bad.
So good.
But today, I've been pooping liquid.
Nothing solid whatsoever.
Pure liquid.
See, I'm going through something.
So I do apologize that we haven't published an episode in about three weeks.
Just, you know, health things.
But I'm going to try to get this back on the flow and get once a week again.
But I thought I would get this one in here really quick for you guys because it's Halloween.
And I didn't want to leave you guys hanging.
Unintended.
In any event, ladies and gentlemen, guys, girls, it would mean the world to me if you would leave a comment wherever you're listening.
You know, give us a five-star review.
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Share this episode with your friends.
Share the name of the podcast, the Paranautica Podcast, and get the word out that we're here.
Like I said, I'm gonna make sure to get back on the weekly schedule.
It's not fair to leave you guys hanging like this.
