Welcome back to Paranormal Mysteries, and thank you for joining me as we explore the unknown.

I'm your host, Nick Ryan.

Tonight's first experience comes to us from C, and C's experience is called Confusion in Blood?

Where did it come from?

Se says, thank you for reading my previous submission and for giving us a judgment free area to tell our experiences.

This story I did not mention in my previous post because I'm still not sure what to make of it or how I feel about it.

However, I have been thinking of putting it out there to see if anyone else had experienced something like this.

In my previous submission, and I had mentioned I grew up in a haunted house, all of which followed me into adulthood.

The topic I want to tell you about today happened when I was eight years old.

It was an early October fall day where days are getting shorter and the weather is cooler.

It was after school and it was the sweet spot between homework being done for the day and dinner being served.

My two older brothers and I were in the living room burning off some energy by play fighting and sweating to the oldies with Richard Simmons in the dark.

There was nothing unusual about what we were doing.

My dad had just come home.

He greeted us and then walked down the long hallway to the kitchen to visit my mom.

Pretty soon we hear kids go wash up for dinner.

My two brothers took off towards the bathroom first, and I took a bit and started walking with every intention of going down to the main floor bathroom as well.

I walked down the hallway toward the bathroom, which was just off the kitchen, and I remember between the first and second antique chandeliers, a lukewarm drop of something landed on the top center of my left hand.

Once I felt it, I diverted my path to run upstairs to the second floor bathroom to wash my hands.

For some reason, I felt ashamed, and I still can't explain it.

I got to the bathroom and flipped on the light and I looked to see what it was.

It was a drop of blood I was looking at.

I had no open wounds from play fighting, but I gave myself a once over to make sure I was never prone to bloody noses, but I checked for that as well.

I was alone in the hallway, so there was no explanation for any of this.

I vigorously washed my hands to remove the evidence of what I had just seen, and I sprinted down the stairs to the hallway to inspect to see if there was anything on the ceiling or the chandeliers.

However, I saw no explanation for it.

I never told my family, but I probably should have shown them, I guess.

I'm just curious if any of your other listeners have had something like this happen, so that I can make sense of the situation.

I also have a few more stories that I left out of my initial submission, which I will share at a later time.

If you read this, thank you for doing so, and thank you for everything that you do see.

Our next experience comes to us from Michelle, and Michelle's experience is called The Knowing Continued.

Michelle previously shared some of her stories, and this is a continuation of her experiences.

I was eight years old and my mother and I were alone in the apartment.

The phone then rang and I burst into tears.

My mother stopped in my room on the way to answer the phone, and she asked me what was wrong.

I then told her my grandfather died.

She answered the phone and my grandmother confirmed the news that I just gave her.

I didn't even know he was sick.

He wasn't at home the last time that I've visited them, and I was told that he was on a fishing trip, which was not unusual.

He was actually in the hospital fighting cancer.

Next, I was about eighteen and was getting ready for work when the phone rang.

We didn't have caller I d back then, but I knew that it was my boyfriend, and before he could speak, I asked, is she okay?

He was stunned.

He said, how did you know that it was me?

And how did you know that I was calling about tea.

He then went on to explain that he was on his way to work when he passed an accident.

He recognized that one of the cars belonged to a friend of mine, so he pulled over to check on her and see if she needed any help.

She was fine, but just a little shook up.

Fast forward to my mid twenties and my cousin called me very upset.

Her boyfriend hadn't come home for three days and nobody knew where he was.

I drove over to console her and to do what I could to help.

She began to explain that she called everyone and even the hospitals, but nobody knew where he was.

While she was talking, it was as if her voice got quieter and quieter, and an image appeared in my mind of her boyfriend playing pool.

I asked her where he would go to shoot pool, and she told me I knew the place, so I told her that we were going to go there.

On the right over, I saw even more.

He was with a girl with blonde hair.

I knew that she was a coworker, and I also knew that he'd been cheating on my cousin with this girl for about two months.

I relayed all this to her, and when we arrived, she saw him with that girl and confronted him.

Next, in my mid thirties, I was shopping at Sam's Club with someone.

At the checkout, she pulled out a card to pay.

I instinctively knew that the card that she was using was a company card and that it was not a business purchase.

I also knew that her boss was aware that she had been misusing this card and that she was going to be prosecuted.

I opened my mouth to tell her not to do this, but I heard in my head it's too late.

The wheels are all right in motion.

She soon lost her job and she was indeed prosecuted.

Fast forward again to my forties.

I was in church, sitting at a table with my friends.

Two of them were having a discussion about another church friend that I knew as soon as they said her name and that she wasn't well.

I spontaneously asked if the church elders had prayed for her.

One of my friends had heard some of my other stories, and she said no, they hadn't, and I said they need to.

I asked if she knew whether or not she was at church right now, as our church has numerous service times.

She said that she was, and she knew that she was in a building across the campus.

She immediately took off to get the elders to go tour.

She then came back a while later and told me that she and the elders arrived just in time to see an ambulance leaving with her inside.

She said that they prayed for her right then and there.

My next experience I call missing time and a mystery.

There is only one occasion that I know of where I missed time.

I was eight years old and we had just moved to the apartment.

I was riding my bike around the new neighborhood and the middle school close by.

I saw three older girls approaching on the school grounds and thought that I could meet them and make some new friends.

But when they got close, I could see that this was not what they had in mind.

I had been walking my bike and just stopped in my tracks, resigning myself to lose the fight that was about to happen.

But in the blink of an eye, all three of them were laying on the ground unconscious.

I had no idea what just happened.

I had my hands on the handlebars and was in the exact same spot that I was in when they walked up to me.

I looked at my hands and they didn't feel like I had been in a fight.

I wasn't hurt, and the girls didn't seem as if they had been in a fight.

I then looked up at the sky, wondering if a UFO had zapped them or something.

However, I saw nothing.

A few weeks went by, and once again I was out on my bike and I saw one of those girls.

As soon as she spotted me, She turned around and ran back the way that she came as fast as her legs would go.

To this day, I have no idea what transpired.

Did I channel Bruce Lee was at my guardian Angel?

I just don't know.

My next experience is called prophetic dreams.

I had a handful of dreams that came true exactly as I dreamt them.

I always knew when it was one of those dreams because they felt different and so real.

In one case, I scared a classmate sitting next to me by telling her what the teacher was going to say and do for five minutes straight.

Another time, I met a boy while I was out in the neighborhood and I told him what his name was, his sister's name, and that he was really in the mood for pizza.

But the most impactful one happened when I was about twenty one.

I lived down the street from a small business and was friends with the girl that worked in the office.

I was off work that day because I didn't feel well and I had been taking a nap when I had a dream and I had to go down and tell her about it.

I told her that I saw one of the guys who worked there bent over on the hood of his car and getting handcuffed in front of the office.

She said, however, I just talked to him and he's in a work truck, not his car, so he should be fine.

I walked back home, and ten minutes later she called me and told me to look out my door.

I looked down the street to where the office was, and there was the guy bent over the hood of his car and getting handcuffed.

Apparently he had driven to the work site not too far away when he was told to go back to the office and get something.

He took his car and on the way an officer got behind him and turned on the lights because he was speeding.

He pulled over in front of the office.

The officer then ran his license and said that there was an outstanding warrant because he was behind on his child support, and he arrested him on the spot.

My friend was ghostly white and in shop.

She said, please let me know if you ever have a dream about me.

My next experience is called dragged off the Bed.

I lived with my boyfriend and my brother in an apartment.

I had been wakened in the night by getting pulled by my arms toward the bottom of the bed.

There were two little creatures that looked like a cross between an evil dwarf and miniature Pillsbury dough boys.

They were about eighteen inches tall, completely bald, and they were a dirty ivory yellow color.

They each had an arm and they pulled me onto the floor.

I started screaming at the top of my lungs, but neither my boyfriend or my brother heard me.

These things drugged me all the way to the living room, and the next thing I knew, I was waking up face down on the living room floor.

I call this next experience channeling.

I had to go to the hospital for an outpatient procedure and I was going to be under anesthesia.

As I was being wheeled into the room, the anesthesiologist was walking in with us, but I didn't even know that's what he was.

I heard myself ask him what are you going to give me?

And he told me the name of the medication.

Then I heard myself ask how much are you going to give me?

He then gave me a quizzical look, but he told me the amount.

Then I said, it's not going to be enough.

I'm going to wake up at this He kind of chuckled and then said, you just leave the medicating to me.

You don't have to worry about anything.

Well, I don't know how long I was out, but I woke up during the procedure, sat up and began screaming.

The anesthesiologist quickly adjusted the medication to give me another doze, and I went back out in the recovery room.

I came to and looked around.

The anesthesiologist was sitting in a chair next to my bed with his head in his hands.

When he saw that I was awake, he asked me, how did you know?

Are you pre med I shook my head no, and I said it wasn't me doing the talking.

He then looked at me confused, then incredulous, and he then got up and just left.

As far as I can remember, I think these are all the main events that I've experienced so far.

Both my son and my daughter have had experiences as well, and I will share those another time.

Again, thanks so much for taking the time to read my stories.

Be well and stay spooky.

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After these brief messages, this next experience comes to us from Jaman and Jaman's first story is called The Fawn.

I've held these two pretty near and dear to my heart, and I haven't really told many people because I know they sound quite outlandish.

But these come from two people who are completely trustworthy to me and no longer with us, so I'm the one who has to pass these stories along.

Now, this is a story that my father had told me my entire life.

I want to start this story by saying that my father did not lie, nor did he make things up.

He was one of those men who was painfully honest.

He would tell you the truth no matter what, even if it's stung, and even if it made you sad.

I'm saying that to let you know that while I know this story may sound outlandish, my father did not lie.

We're from rural Appalachia in eastern Tennessee, and this occurred in a town called Hampton, Tennessee, right near Elizabethton, Tennessee.

This was in the mid nineteen eighties.

My father spent a lot of time outdoors in this area of Appalachia.

The forestry is very dense and lush.

My father grew up with my grandparents.

They raised him.

They had a house all the way up in the woods, with no other houses around and not really many more people.

My dad said that one day he was out back in the yard where the house sat on the property.

They had cut all the trees around it, but besides that, the house was covered on all sides by forest on the property line.

As he was sitting in the yard, he said that he was playing and noticed something out of the corner of his eye.

There was movement in the tree line ahead.

He said he ignored it and didn't think much of it.

He said he kept playing and noticed more movement, but this time he immediately looked up over and what he explained to me has stuck with me in my head forever.

It's quite scary, even though I don't think this being is a scary being.

He explained that he saw a fawn, the creature from folklore.

I swear I'm getting chills right now writing this story.

He said that it was in the distance, and from what he saw, it came from behind one tree and then quickly went across to another and then disappeared.

From what he explained, it was also small, and he could see that it was looking at him as it ran across the tree line.

Before it completely disappeared, he said he immediately ran over to the trees to look around and see if there was anything else.

Another thing that he said about the story is that it did not scare him.

However, my father was a very brave man.

That's not the only story, though, From up in those woods around that house, my next experience I call Bigfoot in the window.

The second part of this story is from my mamma up in the same woods.

My mamma, which is my great grandmother, was hanging out with her sister in a small little house up the road near theirs.

They were a military family and they all had small houses around each other that were deep up into those woods.

My Mamma was very matter of fact and didn't joke often, nor did I ever really see her smile.

I just feel that's important to add with how insane this story is.

This story is from the early nineteen sixties.

She explained that as her and her sister were sitting on the kitchen counter in their house talking, they then heard a faint tapping coming from the window, and, to her shock and horror, when they looked over to the window, she saw a big, gruff, ape manlike looking face that was staring right back at them.

She said it shocked them so bad that her sister's face went pale, and she was sure that hers did too.

She said she screamed at the top of her lungs and screamed for their brother to go outside and check on what they just saw.

He ran outside with a gun and there was nothing to be found.

He told them that it was someone messing with them, but they swore that it wasn't.

The next morning, they checked around outside that window and they saw footprints at least a foot and a half long in the dirt, and a little further away near the property line, there were even more footprints.

That land up there has a very old and creepy vibe to it.

There was definitely Indian burial grounds in and around that forest.

That house is also haunted, and there's a handful of stories that me and my brother have from that house, which I can tell you about at a later time.

This next experience comes to us from Eli, and Eli's experience is called Old House.

Hello Nick.

My story dates back to my childhood when I was eleven to twelve years old, and to give you some reference, I am now twenty two.

This story takes place into CoA, Georgia.

I grew up living with my mom and visiting my dad on weekends.

My dad moved houses a lot, and this house into CoA, Georgia specifically was the one that always scared me and had me on edge a lot as a kid.

This house was a big, yellow brick house with a red tin roof and an open yard, sitting on about two acres in a field.

It was isolated in the woods, so the atmosphere surrounding this house was creepy enough for a guy like me.

I remember always waking up in the middle of the night and running to my dad's room.

Everything seemed to be in slow motion as I ran through this big house.

My dad would tell me about how this house was over one hundred years old, and how it burned down in the sixties but it was rebuilt on the same foundation, and about how a few children died during the house fire.

Although I never actually saw anything, I always felt as if I was always being watched, and I would always wake up randomly in the middle of the night.

At one point, my uncle broke his ankle riding his dirt bike on our property one weekend, so he stayed on our couch that weekend.

He would claim that his ankle was being tickled by little hands at night over the two days that he stayed with us.

There was also another occasion where my dad was washing dishes and in the reflection of the window looking out over the yard, he could see a little girl that was standing behind him.

Lastly, we had Nintendo DSI's as kids that we had all gotten for Christmas that year.

However, my sisters went missing for a few weeks and we couldn't find it well.

A few weeks later, it was found in the bottom of the laundry basket with a dead battery.

I vividly remember my dad having to take it to a text store and have the battery replaced, but when my sister got it back to start playing on it, she went through the camera roll and found pictures of a girl that no one knew or had ever seen before.

She looked to be around five years old, with red hair, and she was smiling in the picture.

This was not a sea through or transparent picture, but more of a solid human being.

If I can describe it that way, well that's my story.

And I often think back on this house and all the scary moments that I encountered there as a child.

I was never really scared, but after that last encounter with the Nintendo DSi my dad moved out not even a month later.

If anyone has experienced anything similar to this in any way, please have them email me Nick, and thank you for all that you do so that we can all be heard.

Our next experience comes to us from Charles, and Charles's story is called the Leather Love Seat.

In two thousand and five, while pursuing my music career in Hollywood, I made a friend at school who had a home studio.

I spent several days a week there working on songs while his parents were away renovating a new price property.

The living room was mostly empty except for a few pieces of furniture, most notably an old leather love seat that always caught my eye.

It was worn and completely out of place in the modern home.

I often teased my friend about the raggedy chair, but he would just laugh nervously and then change the subject.

Looking back, I should have noticed how deliberately he avoided talking about it.

A few months later, I had a key to that house and would sometimes work there alone.

One afternoon, around four p m.

I called to let him know that i'd be using the studio.

The moment I stepped inside, something felt wrong.

The air was thick and stagnant, unusually warm and humid.

Ten minutes into my session, I felt someone standing behind me.

I turned around, but the room was empty.

The feeling would come and go, growing stronger each time.

When I looked over my shoulder, the love seat seemed to loom larger in my peripheral vision, its leather surface appearing to shift in the dim light.

Finally, the sensation became so overwhelming that I announced out loud, Okay, I'm leaving.

As I stood up, an invisible presence filled the room.

Walking down the hallway, I felt a pressure against my back, as if something was pushing me.

I started running, and whatever was behind me kept pace.

When I reached the front door, I burst through it and it slammed shut behind me with shocking force.

Shaken.

I called my friend, but his casual response chilled me even more than the encounter itself.

Oh, he said, that's just Grandpa.

He died in that chair that you hate so much.

He probably doesn't like how you've been talking about it.

I never went back to that studio ever.

Again, some things like respecting the dead and their favorite chairs are better learned late than never before.

I bring tonight's episode to an end.

I'd like to thank all of our experiencers for coming forward with their stories, and of course I truly appreciate each and every one of you for listening and showing your support.

With that being said, I hope you have a wonderful rest of your evening and I'll be back in just a few short days with more tales of the unexplained.

And until then, please remember, don't wait for the unknown to come to you.

Get out there and find it.