Sitting there, we saw a shadow.

It looked like a man.

He was a tall figure.

I didn't really see that clearly.

It just looked like a shadow and go into the garage.

Welcome to Tell Me a Ghost Story, the Late Night Calling podcast where we delve into the world of the supernatural and explore the eerie and unexplained.

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My name is Christina from Phoenix, Arizona.

Got another story, but this one is a little more recent.

This is about moving in with my at My aunt had a bigger house and my husband and I decided to move in with her share some of the bills just it would have been helpful for the both of us at the time.

But anyways, we went over to visit her, discuss the situation, introduced the dogs, and you know, I've always felt like there was something there.

And while we were there talking to her, we could see kind of at the other end of the house, which is the bonus room, which turned out to be like our area where we had our couch, our TV.

But anyways, sitting there, we saw a shadow.

It looked like a man.

He was a tall figure.

I didn't really see that clearly.

It just looked like a shadow.

And going to the garage, the garage door was awesome.

In that room awesome, So it didn't scare us.

We didn't get a bad feeling.

It's just kind of confirmed what we've already sensed.

Anyways, after moving in, anytime we were alone in that room watching TV, we would always hear footsteps around the house, like many footsteps, like there are a bunch of people walking around.

Never saw anything, but you felt them, or voices off in the distance.

Always heard voices in the distance and footsteps.

Well in the garage, I used to keep the dog food bin, and one night I went to go feed the dogs and walk into the garage and I reached for the doorknop.

I'm trying to I'm trying to think of how to explain the feeling when I reached for that doornop.

I guess I would explain it as you know, that feeling you get like if you've almost been in a car accident, like you've had a really close call and you're stumach drops in your hands, your body gets tingly like that feeling.

I reached for the darknob and I got that feeling in my stomach.

And usually things like that don't really spook me a whole lot.

Not often, I can't say never, but not often.

But I did not go into the garage because getting that feeling to me was a warning there was something was it was not good.

So, needless to say, I went ahead and cooked my dog's food.

They didn't get any of their normal dog But anyways, that was just one of the things that happened.

And towards the end when we went to move out, my aunt also moved out to and she actually moved out a couple of weeks before we did, so the house was fairly empty.

She took all her furniture and everything, and I mean we still had things in there, but just it was it was empty with my aunt being gone, and it just felt weird.

And I just telling myself, it's just weird because the house is empty.

Well, one night I was doing dishes and I had washed the glass and I set it down upside down on the drying map.

There was no drastic temperature change.

Nothing hid it.

But I set the glass down to dry and I move on to washing the next dish.

And while I was doing that, this glass that I had just washed exploded like nobody touched it and nothing happened, but it exploded.

And that actually that scared me because I felt like whatever it was that did that was trying to harm me, So I was I was pretty spooked by then.

And then a couple days later, I had washed I'm still packing my things, and I had washed the glass candle and that same thing.

I put it down on that mat upside down in the morning before I started to work, and I worked from home, and I'm working.

My daughter had just left for work.

Right after she walks out, I heard a little pain Like I thought it was like a like a bottle cap that fell on the floor.

It's kind of what it sounded like.

I looked around, didn't see anything.

Continue to work well.

On my launch break.

When I went to go put everything away, put the candle holder and packed that away.

I picked it up and I only picked up half of it.

Like it broke in half, just just perfectly in half.

Didn't This one didn't explode, It just broken half and it stayed in one piece, so I didn't know that it was broken until I went to pick it up and half of it came up.

So that was the type of thing that was creeping me out because I've always we've always had experiences everywhere we go, everywhere we lived.

My best friend my husband Bill say that all this comes from me.

They both say that nothing like this happened to them.

Before I came into the picture.

With my best friend, I had moved out of state, and she said things stopped when I came back.

It started.

When she left the state, it stopped.

And if my husband says the same thing, he blames me for this.

But like I said, things have always happened, and even after I moved, we still had a glass break.

So I'm just curious, like until recently this that type of thing has never happened, and I just always wondered, what's why, Why is that happening now.

Another thing that's happened, and it's always happened since I was a kid is doorknobs.

That's the doorknobs shake as if something's trying to get in.

Like I can watch it, and not only do I hear it, but I see it.

I could see it jiggling, but I will not open the door.

I'm I'm kind of afraid if I open the door, that would be like me inviting it in.

And it's always happened, like I feel like it's the same thing that follows me wherever I go.

And then it did, it did stop for a little while, and it's starting up again.

And before it was always just me that heard it, like nobody else would hear it.

And as as of recently, my husband's hearing it and he kind of he's getting freaked out.

He's always been the one to tell me, don't acknowledge it.

Don't acknowledge it.

That gets worse when you acknowledge it, because we know we both had this type of thing happen, but I think it happens more with me, and so it kind of he won't admit it.

He spooked by it.

But now that it's it's actually happening to him and he's witnessing it.

Now he talking about it.

But I'm just wondering what this means as far as the glass.

Anyways, That's that's my story for now.

I have more, but that's all I got time for At the moment.

Thank you, Christina.

You know that idea that some people attract paranormal activity, that they carry it around with them wherever they go.

I hear that a lot, and the doorknobs the physical evidence of something trying to get in.

If you've experienced something similar, or if people have told you that hauntings seem to follow you, give us a call.

I'd love to hear your story.

Hello.

My name is Helen.

I'm from Tupelo, Mississippi, but most of my life I lived in a much smaller town.

This is the story about my uncle John.

He was a deacon of the church.

He was well respected in society.

He had good success, He did his business as well.

He was a good man that you would think of, and he prayed constantly.

He loved praying and he would always pray for people and be kind to people and pray for them all the time.

But there's a little thing that happened once in a while, and that is he would be very, very successful because of prayer, and sometimes that meant people who challenged him weren't quite in.

God's favor.

I guess most of the time this was just silly things like, oh, deacon would you pray for me because I want my football team to win or something like that.

But apparently he got a reputation for having very powerful prayer.

This very strange thing that happened was that his daughter grew up and wanted to marry someone that he did not particularly like.

Now, yeah, he was a man of low prospects, but a lot of men start out that way, and so he thought he wasn't good enough, and so he of course, the more your parents don't want you to marry someone, the more you want to marry him.

So she was going to go ahead at this, but he said, now stop, I'm going to pray on this.

I make sure everything's all right with all of us and God, you know, and all that sort of thing.

So he talks her into waiting, and then during the time that she's waiting, her fiance gets spinal meningitis and heels over in a span of time that was three days.

It it kind of was very strange and very very shocking.

It was hard to believe that this could happen, and she was very shocked by it, and it's devastating sort of thing to happen.

But you know, I said afterwards, you know, things calm down, and you know, everything is mourned that poor young man.

And then what happened was I was talking with my aunt and U I said, well, that's kind of peculiar.

You know, a lot of times he's benefited from somebody's dying, like his his business and the deaconry of the church, and you know, his first wife left him a little bit of money and things like that, and each time he says he's prayed, and you know, it's very unusual.

She said something that was very very strange to me, and she turned white like she was frightened, and in turn was frightened by what she said.

She said, there have been others.

M Helen, thank you for your call.

The idea that prayer could be weaponized, that faith could become something darker.

It makes you wonder who or what he was actually praying to.

Hey, Michelle, this is Donnie calling in from New Mexico again.

So I've been working as a hospice nurse at a nursing home and I had had this friend NICKI.

He had down syndrome and every morning he'd be waiting for me by my office door.

We'd have coffee together and we'd chat.

It was our routine.

And one morning I got there and Nicky was crying, like really upset, and I asked him what was wrong, and he said he didn't sleep at all because he kept hearing his mom calling him, calling him to come home, saying it was time to eat, and he was crying because he couldn't remember.

How to get home.

So we had our coffee like we always did, and we chatted and he left feeling a bit better, and he seemed okay.

He died right before lunch was served that day.

I still think of that morning, and honestly, it makes me smile because I think he did remember the way home.

Thank you, Donnie for calling it again, and this calls a good reminder.

Sometimes these stories aren't about fear.

They're about the possibility that our loved ones are there when we need them the most, calling us home.

Hey, Michelle, this is Dmitri.

I'm calling from Chicago now.

But I grew up in Poland in the early eighties and they want to tell you about something we called the black Volga Satan's limousine.

So during the Cold War there were all these stories going around Eastern Europe about this black Volga car that would drive through cities.

It had white curtains in the windows so you couldn't see who was driving, and the stories said that if it stopped near you, someone inside would grab you, pull you in, and you'd never be seen again.

Everyone had a theory about what it really was.

Some people said it was KGB secret police, kidnapping people for experiments or interrogations.

There were a lot of disappearances back then, you know, kids especially, so people needed an explanation.

Others said it was organ thieves.

But a lot of people, including my grandmother, she swore it was the Devil himself driving that car, collecting innocent souls to take to Hell.

I saw it once.

I was maybe nine years old, walking home from sk with my friend Pyotr, and this black Volga came around the corner, moving really slow, white curtains in the back windows, Just like the stories said.

We froze on the sidewalk.

The car slowed down even more as it passed us.

I could hear the engine, I could see my reflection in the black paint, and the black curtain moved just a little like someone was looking out at us.

Piot grabbed my arm and we ran.

We ran all the way home without stopping.

I can't help but feel lucky we got away.

But I also can't help but think now Satan Slimusen is a big black ISSUV.

Thanks for letting me share.

Thanks Dimitri, you make an interesting point.

Legends and ghost stories evolved, don't they?

That he captured with one last ghost story, this is called a decapitated man's ghost.

My Grandpa Lesslie was at a funeral in the early nineteen hundreds and his farmer, a friend, had fallen off a tractor and got his head cut off, and they never had find hand because some animals cheering it off.

Grandpa and some other men stayed up one night than before, and he was being buried.

The next day they stayed up at his weight.

And so while they were playing cards, and it was a Thursday night, Grandpa, remember Grandpa Leslie, my grandma's mom and dad.

But anyway, they were playing cards, sitting up with the body, and presently and Grandma Leslie looked up and she said to him, David, she said, who's this with the There was a decapitating man's ghost that was sitting with him, and he wanted to join cards.

And he seemed to be looking at him even though he had no head.

They ran screaming out of the room, and the man's ghost that I thought we were going to play cards.

But anyway, this is Cindy catching from me one Indiana.

And great Grandpa said that he'd never attended on a funeral like that as long as he lived.

Well, anyway, that's true ghost story.

Thank you for.

Listening, Cindy, Thank you for sharing another great story.

You know that image of a headless ghost sitting down to play cards, it's hystorically funny until you really think about it.

How can you tell if he's bluffing?

That's all we have this week, folks, Do you have a ghost story?

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See you next week.

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