And this woman is standing in my headlights wearing this long white dress thing.

Her hair's all in her face and she's not moving at all.

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Hello.

My name is Tony, city of zipsil Ai, Michigan, and in the early nineteen nineties, right around nineteen ninety three or so, I had a girlfriend who was attending Eastern Michigan University and I spent all kinds of time there, went to school there myself.

And one of the things that there are a couple of different situations I heard that I went through one of them.

The first one was they lived in a truly haunted house or earned her roommates.

She had four roommates.

They lived in a house, the top part of a home that was a Victorian era a home in the old part of town where the top section was an apartment in the bottom section was cut into two apartments.

Several occurrences, the girls in the apartment talked to all the time about had shaking and things moving around and all kinds of other issue stuff happening.

One notable thing that we saw where they were making sandwiches inside the kitchen and they pulled the bread out of the cabinet, and when they went to open up the bread, the whole boat of bread was missing, and the girl who had pulled it out of the cabinets had it on the counter, immediately turned around and walked over to the other side of the room where another cabinet was opened up the cabinet and the bread was in there.

And I just started laughing because it was kind of so surreal.

I couldn't believe it.

And she knows what happens all the time, they felt that somebody who lived in the house at one point that's where they kept the bread, and it happened kind of a lot to them.

They would complain about bed shaking and showers turning on in the middle of the night for no reason.

But one night, all her friends, all her roommates were gone except me and my girlfriend and we were in her bedroom and it founded like kind or so people were walking around her house and she was absolutely terrified.

So I got up, walked out of her bedroom and inspected every single room, and nobody was in the house.

So I immediately was thinking, Okay, they're having a party downstairs or something.

So I went downstairs and went to knock on the door of the apartment below, and he had a sign on his door stating gone for the weekend, moving back on Monday, blah blah, blah blah.

And I said, okay, so nobody's there, and the other apartment I knew for a fact was bacon.

So we went up stairs and went back into her room and then shut the door and then svery hearing noises again.

She was very upset.

We ended up leaving and going to a hotel, and it came back the next day.

Nothing nothing ever moved, nothing but had nothing was going on in the apartment or a girl.

Her roommates started coming home later on that day, and we talked a lot about it, and there were they all.

You could not convince these people that their place was not on it.

After just listening to them talk, it would have been happening for the last couple of months.

So we're just started looking around the house and in the back room they found there was in the floor there was like a trap door that went all the way down to another trap door in the room below it that all went all the way down to the basement.

So we kind of decided that it was probably some type of at one time some type of small elevator that went from the basement all the way up to the top floor, and uh, just odd never really thought too much about it other than it was just all an old house, weird thing in it.

So we started talking and we ended up deciding we were going to record the room where we heard a lot of the noises from continually, always heard bumps and walking and sometimes conversations, and every now and then like a really strong odor of like lilac, even in like winter when there were no blooming flowers outside or anything, you would just get a real strong smell for no and it would never stick around for long, of like some type of floral flower lilac smell.

So we set up in the room of the living room it was.

We set up a camcorder and it was a full battery with six hour charge.

On it, and.

We put a little night light in one of the corners so it could be semi the room could be semi limit illuminated, and we shut off all the other lights and then we went to bed, and maybe thirty five minutes into the video, the video stot that the camcorder turned off and when we started, when we turned it back on, the battery had like a pull charge.

It was positioned at the corner where you couldn't really approach her without being videoed yourself, so nobody could have shut it off.

Really, it was just saw another thing just to add to the mystique of whatever was going on there.

So we went to the Installani Historical Society and started looking up the property and we discovered that at one time, in like eighteen ninety somewhere in that timeframe, that the house had been a mortuary.

Time went on and we stuck around.

You know, they didn't want to break the lease, but they had None of them liked it, not one.

They were very afraid the entire time they lived there, and never I don't think any one of them ever stayed by themselves after that night where my girlfriend and I had been there.

So time goes on, we move out, and eventually we go our separate ways.

Everybody, you know, goes on with life.

And a few years after that, maybe ten years or so after that, and around right around two thousand or so, I just happened to be in the area and I was driving by, and I saw the house, and I there were a couple of guys, college aged guys who were sitting out on the front porch, and I stopped, pulled over, and I walked up to him and said, hey, I used to let's spend a lot of time in the house.

Kind of things give and I go just out of curiosity, there's anything weird ever happened around here?

And those guys burst until after they all said, hell yes, all kinds of stuff, doors, closing covers, moving closing stuff, moving around in the kitchen, noises, conversations, smelts, walking around, and it's just everything that we experience.

They have experienced.

Even ten years after the fact.

And even though I don't live anywhere near that area anymore, I live in Ohio now, I still would like to go back and if that place and talk to anybody who still might live there.

Anyways, Thanks for let me tell the story.

I've been waiting a really long time to tell people this story.

Tony.

Thank you for sharing your incredible story.

The fact that when you went back ten years later and those college guys immediately said hell yes, that gives me chills.

Hey, Michelle Angela here calling from upstate New York.

Okay, so this is going to sound insane, but I swear this happened, and I'm still freaking out about it.

Three years later, I was driving home from my sisters super late, like almost two in the morning, because we were binge watching some show and lost track of time.

Anyway, I'm en Route nine, which is basically the creepiest road ever at night, no street lights, barely any houses, just darkness and trees and my headlights.

So I'm driving half asleep, honestly.

When I see someone like a person standing in the middle of the road, I slam on my brake so hard I thought I was going to go through the windshield.

And my car's just sitting there and I'm sitting there and this woman is standing in my headlights wearing this long white dress thing.

Her hair's all in her face and she's not moving at all, and I'm like, Okay, what do I do?

Is she hurt?

Is this a prank?

What's happening?

I crack my window just a little.

I'm not stupid, and I yell, hey, are you okay?

Nothing.

She doesn't even flinch.

Then I hear something in the bushes, like branches snapping, leaves crunching, And I'm looking over and this guy just walks out onto the road from the trees, just casually, and he's looking right at me, and he's walking toward my car.

Oh my god, Michelle, my stomach just dropped, like instantly.

I was like, this is a setup.

This is how people get murdered on dateline.

Woman in the road equals you stop, you get out to help, guy jumps you, steals your car, or worse.

I've seen enough true crime to know how this goes.

So I throw it in reverse and I'm backing up as fast as I can.

But I'm watching them, both of them, and the woman she turns her head toward me, slow, really slow, and her face I don't even know how to describe it.

It was her mouth was too big, her eyes were black holes.

I freaked.

I turned the car around and I drove so fast I probably should have gotten pulled over.

I kept checking my mirror the whole way home, paranoid they were following me somehow.

When I got home, I called the cops, told them everything, gave them the exact spot.

They said they'd check it out.

They didn't find anyone, no woman, no man, no car, nothing.

But then, and this is the part that really messes with me, the cop tells me, you're not the first person to report seeing a woman in white on that stretch of road.

Apparently it's been happening for like decades.

Some people say it's a ghost, some old legend about a bride or whatever.

So now I don't know what to believe.

Was it ghosts?

Was it a robbery?

Was someone using the ghost story to rob people like house art?

Would that be use a local legend as your cover?

I honestly don't know which option scares me more, because if it was ghosts, what were they trying to do to me?

And if it was real people, what would have happened if I'd gotten out of my car?

Anyway, Yeah, that's my story.

Thanks for listening.

Angela from upstate New York, Thank you for your terrifying call.

Was it a ghost or was it criminals using the legend as a cover.

I mean, that's brilliant and horrifying.

Hey, Michelle, this is Tessa calling from La Okay.

So I have to tell you about this absolutely wild experience I had at the Los Angeles Pet Cemetery in Calabasas.

I'm still not totally sure what happened, but it was either the sweetest ghost encounter ever or I'm completely losing it.

So a few months ago, my friend Maya was visiting from out of town and she's super into old Hollywood stuff, Silent Phil, Mehra, all that, and she was like, we have to go to the La Pet Cemetery because Rudolph Valentino's dog is buried there.

And I was like who, because honestly, I had no idea who that was.

But she explained that Rudolph Valentino was like the movie star of the nineteen twenties, Like if you combined all the hottest actors today into one person, that was him.

Women would literally faint when they saw him.

He died super young, like thirty one, and it was this huge deal.

Anyway, he had this Doberman aimed Kabar that was basically his soulmate.

They went everywhere together, slept in the same room, traveled first class together, the whole thing.

When Valentino died in New York in nineteen twenty six, Kabar was back in la and apparently started howling at the exact moment his owner died, like three thousand miles away, and he just knew.

And then Kabar got so depressed he ran away.

Came back months later with his paws worn down to the bone.

Some people think he tried to walk to New York to find Valentino and then he just refused to eat and died of a broken heart.

So Maya's telling me all this on the drive to Calabasas, and I'm like tearing up because that's the saddest thing I've ever heard.

We get to the cemetery and it's this really pretty quiet place, not creepy at all, just peaceful, lots of pet graves with flowers and toys on them.

We found Kabar's grave and it has this nice headstone, and Maya's taking pictures and reading about how people claim to hear barking near his grave or feel invisible dog licks on their hands, and I'm like, yeah, okay, sure, but then Maya dared me.

She was like, call him, say his name and see what happens.

And I felt stupid, but I knelt down by the grave and I said, Kabar, are you here, buddy, Michelle.

I swear to god, I felt something cold and wet touch my hand, like when a dog nuzzles you, that exact feeling, and it moved from my knuckles up to my wrist like a dog sniffing and licking.

I jumped up so fast I almost knocked Maya over.

I was like, did you see that?

And She's staring at me with huge eyes, like your hand there's like moisture on it, and there was.

My hand was damp, like actually wet in the exact spot where I felt the cold touch.

We were both freaking out.

I hadn't touched anything wet.

There was no water nearby.

It was a dry, sunny day.

Maya started crying, like happy crying.

She was like, he's still here, He's still waiting for Valentino.

And honestly, that made me cry too, because if that really was Kabar's ghost, He's been in that cemetery since nineteen twenty nine, almost one hundred years, still loyal, still being a good boy, still waiting for his owner to come back.

Tessa from Los Angeles, thank you for sharing Kabar's story.

That's all we have this week.

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