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

I'm your host as always, Nick Ryan.

Let's begin tonight's journey with Hayley, who calls their experience the Thing watching Me sleep.

First of all, I want to thank you for your podcast and allowing a safe space for those to share their experiences.

I have been listening to your podcast for two months now, and I gain a sense of togetherness knowing that I'm not the only one with crazy paranormal experiences.

To start, I've always been sensitive to the paranormal.

I actually have had an entity of a little girl with blonde, curly hair in a blue Victorian dress follow me throughout my life.

This is a story not about her, but about the thing that joins my husband and I in our house, which we moved into about three years ago.

I have always felt like I wasn't alone in my house when I was.

I always chalked it up to it just being that little girl whom gives me a sense of comfort and love when she's in my presence, but this wasn't her.

One night, I awoke from a horrible nightmare.

I felt the sense of someone watching me.

I turned to look at my husband, who was asleep.

Then I sat up looking at my dog Juno, who was fixated on the bedroom door, which was open.

I turned my gaze to the door frame, and my eyes settled on a dark shadow figure standing in the doorway.

My eyes didn't leave it as I watched it make its way from the doorway down the stairs.

I heard the creak of the handrail as if someone was holding on to it and making its way down the stairs.

I jumped out of bed and slammed the door shut, locking it to give me a false sense of safety.

It took me a while, but eventually I was able to fall back to sleep, and when morning time came, I awoke to the bedroom door open once again.

I asked my husband if he had left the room any time during the night.

However, he stated that he never did, and he never opened the door either.

A month later, I was in the same situation.

I was having such a vivid nightmare that I still remember it in my dream.

I was touring in old school when the classroom door slammed shot, trapping me inside.

My sister then opened the door and grabbed my arm, trying to pull me from the doorway.

But something strong was holding me back.

I screamed in my dream, trying to yank myself from the darkness that was holding me back.

My eyes shot open from my sleep.

The sense of dread filled me as if I felt as if something was watching me.

I stared at the ceiling for a few moments, trying to wake up.

I then sat up, partially looking over to my husband to find him fast asleep.

Next, I looked at Juno, who was staring at the bedroom door, which now stood wide open and her ears were flat against her head.

I turned my gaze to the door, and I came face to face with a red eyed head that was peering into the bedroom and staring directly at me.

Fear and dread overcame me as I sat frozen in my bed, watching this thing peering around the corner, watching me sleep.

It then slowly backed away from the door, and I heard it as it slowly made its way down the stairs.

I yelled at my husband to wake up and close the door, locking it again once more.

I didn't sleep the rest of the night, the image of it flashing through my mind every time I closed my eyes.

I haven't seen it since, but then again, this was only two weeks ago.

Today, I plan on smudging my house, letting the entity know that it's not welcome in my house and to leave me alone.

This wasn't the little Girl as she always comes to me very vividly, giving me a calming feeling.

This felt malicious, terrifying, and as if it didn't want me in the house.

Our next experience comes to us from Jody, and Jody says, I have been sensitive all my life.

I believe that I'm an EmPATH because I attract people who are in desperate need of help.

When I was a girl, we moved into a house where the owner died.

All I knew was that her name was Missus Hunter and her husband was a professional golfer on the PGA tour.

I was in her grandchildren room when we moved in.

There was a slinky toy hanging from the light fixture on the ceiling.

I often felt watched, but not in a bad way, more of a loving way.

I would hear my parents pocket door open and footsteps down the hallway, and then there would be someone leaning in my door and looking at me.

This happened all the time, to the point where I would just say, I'm okay, missus Hunter.

When my grandma died, my parents bought her cabin in Lake Tahoe.

It was my grandma's favorite place to live.

One night, I dreamt about her and smelt her perfume, which was called white Shoulders.

Then I felt her hand cover my chest and I felt so much love.

Her hand was warm.

Years later, my husband and I bought a brand new house in Palm Desert, California.

This house was haunted from the time my family moved in, and there was a lot of paranormal activity.

Immediately cabin it's opened, soup cans quickly pushed across the counter.

There were shadows in the hallway and footsteps upstairs when no one was there.

One day, I was working upstairs and my son and my husband were leaving for baseball practice.

They said goodbye to me and were in the foyer when there was a loud crash downstairs in the laundry area of the house.

It was so mighty that the house shook.

I felt like the house moved However, there was no earthquake that day.

We all went to see what happened, and the laundry was inside a closet with accordion doors that were closed.

However, they were busted open and the large liquid laundry detergent that was on the top of a shelf was thrown out and it hit the opposite wall and exploded.

This is just not possible.

That the turgent was from Costco and it was very heavy.

We all just looked at each other in disbelief.

One day, my son was upstairs doing his homework in a loft that was on top of the stairs.

My computer and chair were on the far end, and the kid's computer, as well as a stool, were on the end closest to the stairs.

I looked up to ask him what he felt like for dinner.

He was sitting in my comfy computer chair with his feet on the stool under the desk.

Then there was a blast of wind from the top of the stairs and that stool lifted up and flew down the stairs, eventually sticking in the closet door on the landing and leaving a hole in the door.

Again, this was impossible and seemed so so angry.

Our cat would never come downstairs because she was freaked out and she was an indoor outdoor cat.

Before every night I would get visited by a male entity who would sit on the side of my bed.

I felt it dip, then he would touch my back and tickle my butt.

I would shoot up and see a black, smoky mist climbing up the wall.

One night, both my kids were at my neighbor's and I was in my bedroom downstairs reading.

Both kids rooms were upstairs, as well as a bathroom and a tech room on the laft landing.

There was a lot of walking around closets opening and closing, so I texted both of my kids to see if they came home and went upstairs and into their closets.

However, they both said no.

It was then that I heard my daughter's voice call my name from the living room, Mamma Mom.

So I answered, what I just texted you and you said that you were still at Pam's.

But there was no reply.

I got up and went into the living room and there was her cat staring at me in the middle of the living room floor.

This again was impossible, as that cat would never leave her room.

It was a total doppelganger through that cat.

Another night, my husband, who is not a believer, was pulled out of bed and slammed against the slider, and he said that it felt like whoever had a hold of him was inhumanly strong and was trying to pull him through the glass on the slider.

He screamed and it let go.

Now, I'm a light sleeper, but I did not hear him.

The next day he had clear finger bruise marks on both forearms.

I took pictures.

Also in that neighborhood, we had terrible things happened to our neighbors.

Our next door neighbors, who were a happy family of a dad, mom and three kids, started fighting so bad that the mom moved out and the high schooler ran away.

The neighbor on the other side was a single mom with two daughters.

Her high school age daughter's personality changed so rapidly that she ran away and got into drugs, and she ended up giving her youngest daughter to her mother because she had to work six days a week to afford the mortgage.

A neighbor across the street had many adults living in the house and three kids, with one of them being an eighteen month old boy named Isaiah.

The adults shared cars and worked opposite shifts, So the mom came home and left the car on and she then put it in park for the aunt to take to work.

The ant then got the car and backed out, running over the eighteen month old boy.

It was horrible, the screaming, I will never forget.

He lived, but spent many months at Loma Linda Children's Hospital.

Two doors down, their three year old boy ended up in the pool, faced down.

The boy knew how to swim, and mom and siblings were home being homeschooled, and the sliding door was locked.

They have no idea how the child got out there.

He also lived, but spent months in rehab.

The neighbor whom my kids spent the night at when I was texting them, the mom named Pam, who is my friend, died in her sleep.

There was apparently no reason.

She was in her fifties.

She became a bad alcoholic, as well as my other neighbor, and it seemed like everyone was smoking weed from medicinal purposes.

Also, our house got egged bad every Halloween, when no one in our neighborhood knew anyone that would do that we stayed up and put motion lights up, but we saw nobody.

Stolen cars would end up in our front yard weekly, and the police knew us by first name.

My husband got in a terrible accident when he was hit by a truck from behind while he was driving a mini coach for work.

This should have killed him, but he lived and he had a terrible TBI.

We ended up losing that house to foreclosure because this accident put him out of work for five years, but we were okay with that.

It was a gift to live free for a year and a half because of the horrible ongoing hauntings.

One day, my daughter went to a website and texted a medium about what was going on, and she said, they are Native American spirits that are very angry that our community was built on their sacred lands.

We planted an orange grove to appeal to the spirits.

She also said to open the doors and windows and light incense, and she gave us a prayer for the spirit to leave and find peace.

When we did, a blue streak swept from our master bedroom, through the living room and out the front door.

We had no activity after that, but the medium said that this was only temporary, and that it would be back and much angrier.

The day that we moved out was uneventful, but I had to go back the next day because I had forgot a bag in the closet and I wanted to pick the tangerines off the tree that I planted to quiet the spirits.

The air was oppressive.

I ran into my bedroom and grabbed the bag and ran out the living room and behind me was the biggest, blackest shadow mist that filled the entire hallway, and it was swirling.

I ran outside to grab the tangerines, and our yard was all torn up.

Someone had taken all of our fencing and pavers and left giant holes and mounds of dirt.

I ran out, locked the door, and I never went back.

I have had only minor poltergeist at our new home, but nothing like that house.

I sometimes drive by it and look up, and I swear there is someone in the loft windows, which is impossible because they are too tall from the floor.

They're like twenty feet up.

So be careful when you're buying a house, especially if you know there are tribes in the area.

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After these brief messages, our next experience comes to us from Shanaya, and Shania's experience is called The Girl Without a Face.

Hello Nick, and hello to everyone listening to this.

This happened three years ago.

I think I was on my way back from church and I was heading home.

It was around nine thirty pm and the streets were slowly getting empty and I was still far from home.

The uber driver guy informed me that they had to stop by the gas station to fill up, so I nodded, showing him that I heard and understood him.

After ten minutes, we stopped by the empty gas station and I mean not even a car was there, which I found weird.

There wasn't even a taxi or an avanza, which are the two types of cars that are the most used forms of transport in South Africa.

I told the uber guy that I was heading to the store to buy some snacks, so I got out of the car with my wall and phone, heading to the store.

I entered the store and when I say that it was empty, I mean it.

There wasn't a being in sight, just the guy running the till, who looked half asleep and overworked.

I walked around until I found the snacks I was looking for.

I found them and went to the till to pay for stuff, but while the guy was scanning, he kept looking toward the parking lot, where there were a couple of bushes.

I asked him if everything was all right, to which he just stared at me and said, when you go back to the car, don't stop even if you hear someone calling for help.

Well, needless to say, I was afraid and dreaded going back outside.

He scanned my stuff and I paid for the items and received my receipt.

It was now time to go back out.

Gosh, my heart was pumping so hard I swear I could hear it.

I walked out, and I didn't even stare at the bushes.

I heard nothing nor saw anything.

I finally reached the car and quickly got in, but the uber Drive was not in the car.

I pulled out my phone to call him, and there was a message saying I'm in the restroom and I'll be back within a few minutes.

Okay, nothing bad happened.

Stop being scared, I told myself.

I was busy trying to connect my pods when I heard my body froze and then everything went silent.

I couldn't even hear the cars driving by.

After some seconds, I heard the sound again.

Goosebumps were all over my skin, and fear was enveloping me.

I looked at the window opposite where I was sitting, and there it was.

I wish I never looked.

I wish I never left the house that day.

I wish I had stayed in that store a little longer.

God it was a little girl waving at me, but her face was nonexistent, for her face was supposed to be.

There was only skin, no nose, mouth, eyes, eyebrows, not even ears.

I felt fear that day.

I wanted to scream, but nothing would come out.

I looked at this girl as she waved her hand at me, and that's when I noticed that her nails were sharper than humanly possible, and her neck was covered with a red stain.

I knew that it was definitely blood.

Then came a foul smell.

Goodness, gracious.

I gagged and heaved, but I did not dare take my eyes away from this girl.

It smelled like a dead rodent which had been in the sun for days, as well as decaying matter, and some type of smell that reminded me of chemistry class when mixing up substances like hydrogen sulfide, rotten eggs, and manure.

All of that, her nails grew longer and were more like claws.

Then she pointed a finger at me, and I swear I heard manic laughter surrounding the car, and this induced a different level of fear I never knew possible.

This occurred for two more minutes until I decided to pray in my head, and as soon as I muttered the first sentence, her voice mockingly said, he won't do anything, he won't help you.

I continued praying, and her voice got deeper and more pissed.

Off.

The voice then switched languages, saying propee est aim, prope est aim, deuz jam Relinquimas it repeated this over and over.

Then the girl banged at the window and started chanting something I could not understand.

Then she just vanished.

She did not run away or walk away, she just simply vanished.

The uber guy then came out of the restroom and got in the car and we drove away.

He apologized for being a little late.

Apparently the door wouldn't open no matter how hard he tried.

It wouldn't even budge.

I just sat there, afraid and shake into the core.

I then looked down at my journal.

I took it out along with a pen, and I wrote down what she was saying, or at least some of what she was saying, because I couldn't understand it.

I got home, went upstairs to my room, and I went to bed, and I hid under my blankets.

Surprisingly, I drifted off to sleep pretty fast.

Next morning, I took my journal out of my bag and I went straight to my desk where my laptop was.

I opened up Google, then opened up the journal to the page where I wrote all those messages down.

I translated the first sentence, which sort of translated to he won't come, He won't come and help you, He won't help you.

Then I tried typing the second phrase, and as soon as I started with the sentence, my cup of water some house builed over and the page was soaked.

I panicked, not even thinking about the fact that the cup fell over by itself.

I rushed downstairs to get the hair dryer and then rushed to my room, hoping that it would help dry the page enough to see the words.

I plugged in the hair dryer and spent like two minutes drying the page, but unfortunately everything was gone except the very last phrase.

Prope asked em.

Prope asked em, deis jean relinquemas This was the same phrase that she said when she started switching from English to Latin and began banging on the window.

What I find interesting is that I was able to write down the words that she said, and then Google translated the supposed gibberish that I wrote.

It translated to it is near, God is near.

Let us leave it now.

The journal disappeared two years ago.

I don't know what happened to it.

I searched my room and every nook and crack in the house, but it vanished.

Whatever that was, I hope that I never meet it ever again.

Thank you for reading this experience of mine, and thank you for this amazing podcast.

God bless Shanayah.

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.

That 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.

Until then, stay open minded and stay safe, because, after all, the next person that comes face to face with a paranormal mystery might be you.

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