Listener Stories 2

You sent in your stories… and they’re haunting. From whispers in the dark to uninvited guests that never left, these listener ghost stories will keep you checking over your shoulder. Turn off the lights—if you dare.

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https://www.tiktok.com/@emrommero?_t=ZT-90t3O2aF87p&_r=1

https://www.tiktok.com/@makenziejene?_t=ZT-90t3PSodDeh&_r=1

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every sound, every shadow, every cold breath could be something more. Tonight we're diving into your ghost stories, real experiences from real people who swear they're not crazy. I'm your host, Amanda, and welcome back to Let's Get Weirdish. A F. Our first two stories are coming from reclaiming Emily on TikTok. That is her handle, and I'm also gonna tag it in the show notes. Emily lived in a haunted house growing up, and I'm kind of obsessed. So let's take a listen. I've never talked about living in a haunted house in Missouri. It's been over a decade and I still. I still get chills thinking about this one particular story. It gives me full body chills every time I think about it already already getting them. Like I said, we're in rural Missouri. I remember being in like fourth or fifth grade just starting to like go to sleep. The weather was like shit outside like awful, and I'm like tossing and turning. I just remember feeling like very unsettled. And kind of like as I'm starting to fall asleep, okay. As I'm starting to fall asleep, I am like lying there in my room alone and I feel what seems to be someone laying under my bed and pushing with all of their might up into the center of my mattress where I feel. My whole body rising several inches and then it just drops and I am shook, like I am terrified. I literally like a cartoon bolt out of my room, like leap from my bed like six feet to the door. I open my door, like fling it open, ready to like run into my mom's arms. And she's sitting on the couch in the living room. The second that I open my door and I make eye contact with her, tornado sirens start blaring through my neighborhood. Like the instant that I open my door and make eye contact, they start going and my mom's looking at me. H how were you? Like, how did you know the sirens were gonna go off? And I was like, something pushed from under my bed. I literally still get chills thinking about it because it was just like, talk about a core fucking memory. I will never, never forget that feeling. And I just remember going to the basement and like bawling my eyes out.'cause I was just like, what the fuck just happened? We are so, so beyond weird. We genuinely, as a collective family have so many stories from that fucking house. And I'm sure my friends could chime in as well, how fucking creepy that house was. But if you wanna hear any more, let me know. Do you think that Ghost was trying to get her up and get her moving because it knew a tornado was coming? Or do you think it was coincidence? I don't think so, but I'm gonna know what you think. I had some fun talking with Emily on TikTok and she has another story that she posted and we are going to play that one too. She has more stories coming for us guys, and I hope to have her on the podcast for an interview soon if I can figure out how to do that. So we shall see. But here is her second story. All right, back with another story from my haunted childhood. I think about this constantly as well, and also get chills every time we think about this. And I remember it. So vividly, and although I do remember it vividly, I'm horrible with time, so I don't know how old I was. I do know I was home alone and my mom had gone to the grocery store, so obviously old enough for her to be comfortable with that. But we also lived in a very small town like. 2,400 people type small. So she was comfortable with that pretty early on. So one afternoon midday, you know, when you think you're safe in your house. I remember being in the kitchen and I'm making a snack and I hear footsteps all over from upstairs. And this was like a very old creaky house. Like you could not sneak out to save your freaking life. Like every step. Creeped. And so I know I'm home alone. I know this house is creep as fuck. So I'm like, here we go, of course.'cause I'm home alone, something's gonna happen. So I'm hearing all of these footsteps up and down, up and down the stairs, like someone's playing up and down the stairs with the layout of our house, like the kitchen you could see straight through the front door. And to the left of that was like the stairwell. And the last half of the stairwell had no wall. It was just like railing, so you could kind of peer around and my room was past the stairs, so in order to get to my room what a 10-year-old feels is safety, I would have to pass where all the commotion is coming from. So I decided probably not gonna do that. I'm gonna just stay in the kitchen and cry. So that's what I did. I stood in the kitchen while listening to all the footsteps, and I start hearing giggling like clear as day to the point where I start questioning like, is there a. Like, is there a child in my house because I hear clear as day stomping and giggling and you know, every hair on the back of my neck is standing up. Every hair on my body is standing up and I'm just like frozen with fear. I'm little and I'm staring out into the living room towards the front door'cause there's a grandfather clock and in the reflection Oh. I could cry in the reflection, you can see the stairs. So I'm staring trying to see like if someone's in my house and I see in the reflection of the grandfather clock, I'm literally getting, I see a little girl walking down my stairs. She has a white. Nightgown on and she has long black hair. And as I'm watching her in the reflection of the grandfather clock, I see real like, look like human hair, like real, like a real human. I see long dark hair flip over the railing of the stairs. And in that very instant, my mom opens the front door and I'm like, like probably scared the shit out of her. And she had that look on her face of like, why are you screaming? What just happened? And again, same as last time, I'm bawling my eyes out. I'm like, I saw a girl coming down our stairs. Of course we search the house and no one's there. And here's a little bonus, part two to this story. My mom gets remarried. Um, a couple years later, like I said, I'm bad with time, so a little a while goes by. My mom has also seen this little girl in dreams, in real life, described exactly how I saw her. So my mom remarries and we never talk about this girl ever. And one day my stepdad. We're all sitting at dinner and he goes, he was Australian. I'm not gonna do the accent. He's like, you know, I saw the strangest thing today. There was a little girl walking around our neighborhood, barefoot and a white gown, and she had long, dark hair and I was calling for her and she didn't turn around. Me and my mom instantly are like, I'm in tears. My mom's like, goosebump the house down booth. And we just, it was just so validating, but also so terrifying. Yeah. First of all, that's terrifying. It almost reminds me of the ring, like obviously the girl didn't have her hair over her face, but when you hear girl white nightgown long black hair, I immediately think of the ring because that movie always terrified me. But this story reminded me of one of my own stories. Technically it's my brother Cooper's story, but he's too young to remember it. He remembers some of it. I think we've talked about it several times over the years. So growing up we lived in a cul-de-sac with probably. I don't know, 10, 12 other houses. My husband lived in that cul-de-sac. We all had friends who lived in that cul-de-sac, and everybody kind of had some weird stuff that happened at their house. I say everybody, everybody we knew. Um, my parents friend Kim, my husband, his mom and them. There would always be, sounds like somebody walking upstairs and all the time I would be in their living room and it would look like somebody would walk past the door and I'm like, who's in the kitchen? Nobody was in the kitchen anyway. Has nothing to do with the story I'm about to tell. Well, I guess it kind of does. So I wonder if maybe there was an old Town, neighborhood or something right there, because on the outside of our neighborhood, on the main road, there's old sidewalks and you can see'em some are overgrown, but if you look like you can see the sidewalks that run along and it's like, okay, what was here? But anyway, we all built our houses in that neighborhood. And I wanna say my mother-in-law, their housemate, I think it was their house, was one of the first houses that was built over there. I could be wrong long time ago, but we were building our house and the way our house was laid out, if you walked in the door that was under the carport, there was a set of stairs to the left with French doors. it was three steps up the French doors. You'd go up the steps and then. They go to the left, you go up those steps and there was like this little balcony thing and it wasn't a full upstairs, it was a half upstairs, if that makes sense. So on one half they had a big screen TV couch, all of the things. And we would hang out, watch TV on the other side, there was a pool table. It was basically a game room of sorts. And then my cousin, he lived with us for a long time and he slept up there. He never said anything weird, but that's besides the point. So when we were building this house, Cooper was maybe two. He could have been closer to three, I'm not sure. He was very little and we had not moved in. The sheet rock was up, but they were still, you know, putting in cabinets, putting in light fixtures, all the things that you're doing when you're building a house. He would stand at the bottom of those French doors and he would bang on them and cry. He wanted to go upstairs and my mom would be like, Hey, we can't go up there yet. The rail's not up there. What's wrong? And he would cry and say he wanted to go play with the boy upstairs, I can't remember exactly how he would word it, but this went on for a long time. So we move in the house. This is still going on, Cooper is still trying to play with the kid upstairs. And finally my parents were like, Hey, what? What does this kid look like? And Cooper said he doesn't have a real name. His name is Lasso. That's his nickname. He has black hair and only wears a blue shirt, and he sleeps in the attic. That's where his room is. And when I say years, this went on for years and I guess he just kind of outgrew it. Weird stuff would happen in the house. And I know Cooper told me that when they sold the house, because my mom and my stepdad divorced, um. When I was in my early twenties, but Cooper told me that the people who bought the house from them actually asked a few weeks later if the house was haunted. Nothing creepy ever happened. Just weird stuff. Like I remember one time I was asleep and the way my room was set up, I had a built-in desk. And that's where I would do my homework and things like that. And it was in the middle of the night and all of my papers just kind of scattered, off my desk, just like, onto the floor and things like that. But that's like the only weird thing that ever really happened in my room. But Cooper was convinced that there was this boy upstairs, he could describe him to a t. His name was Lasso, but it wasn't his real name. That was his nickname. And him being so young to like give those details, it always just kind of freaked us out, you know? Don't get me wrong. Cooper had an imagination. He had an invisible pet mouse. Maybe it was a ghost mouse, but I don't think so. What was that? What was his little pet mouse name? He would keep it in his pocket. Rufuss. I don't remember. Cooper. Yo. What was your imaginary mouse's name? Let me know. Also, I think it needs to be said that Cooper was so invested in lasso he would make me and my husband, which was my best friend at the time. We may have been dating at that point. I don't know. My husband and I have been best friends since like the fourth grade, third grade, fourth grade. I don't even remember. Our parents were always friends, so we grew up together, but he would make us go upstairs with the cell phone. He had downloaded ghost hunting apps, actually. He figured out their passwords to their stuff and downloaded$200 worth of ghost hunting apps when he was like four years old. I can barely work anything technologically. Did that even make sense? I don't even know if that made sense, but you get what I'm saying.$200 worth of ghost hunting apps. So he would take my mom's phone and we would have to go up there with a camcorder and off that half upstairs there was the attic door. And so he opened it and he would ask questions, be like, is anybody in there talking to this red light? anything you can imagine. And I was always scared that we were gonna play it back and somebody was gonna talk back to us and I don't even know if we ever played'em back. I'd be curious to find those tapes that we made and just listen and see. Cooper gets it though. He gets it or he used to, you know what I'm saying? And my parents always acted like they never heard or saw anything weird in that house. But I don't know if that's really true because I remember one time Matt, my stepdad, he busted my room in the middle of the night. I was dead asleep and he had a gun and he was like walking around with a pistol and I was, I like jumped up. I was like, what are you doing? And he was like. I thought I heard somebody walking in the house and I don't know if he thought I had snuck somebody in there or what. I'm dead asleep, but he was so convinced that somebody was in the house. He was walking around with a pistol. Was it the ghost? Probably. Was it lasso? I don't know. Fam, what do you think? up next, we have a listener email the subject line is unexplainable, happy events. I know a lot of people talk about weird or scary unexplainable things, but I'm actually here to share something rather cute and pleasant. Aw, I love this. So if you're looking for a chill, happy vibe to share, I have a little series of unexplainable events that happened throughout my childhood. I want to start with saying that at a very young age, I was basically put in what would be Christian Girl Scouts growing up. What is that? Did not know. That was a thing. Instead of learning how to camp, we worked in groups of people our age to learn about the Bible and God's teachings, stories and lessons. Oh, that's cool. I also had this strange core belief that I had a connection to my religion. Because I was born Christmas day now all this isn't too strange, a child who has a close tie to religion and a religious birthday, but it gets a little weird here. I often prayed and wished on stars for little things. Oh, I miss doing that. I remember wishing on stars when I was a little kid. Nothing major, just small things I was curious about or things I longed for and et cetera. Where it gets strange though, is when I was six, I wished on a star before bed asking if I could ride a horse. I have an aunt who works with horses and before anyone assumes or says, but that's too easy of a coincidence. I had no idea. My aunt worked in a barn. It was never brought up to me. My love for horses wasn't extreme either. I wasn't a horse girl or anything. pause real quick? Do y'all remember the horse girls in high school, not like the girls who rode horses, but the girls who had go nah and like galloped to the hallways. Did y'all have any of those? We did. Anyway, back to the story, but oddly enough, my aunt just so happened to call the next morning asking if my mom thought me and my sister were old enough to ride horses, and that she just so happened to have an opening the same day she called. I was flabbergasted. I love that you used the word flabbergasted, because I used that word all the time. I think we might be. Flabbergasted soul sisters. From then, I started to only wish more. Of course, there were plenty of dud wishes that were impossible to entertain, such as me wishing I could talk to animals. But every once in a while I wish for something well simple. the next time this happened was when I was around seven, I think. I'm going to be real here for a second. I grew up in white suburbs and was never around black people or understood how their hair works. There was a black girl in my class who always had their hair done nice and braided and all cute with the beads and butterfly clips, all that fun stuff. But I sat and wondered one night what their hair would look like if it wasn't braided. What it would look like if it was straight like mine. I wished on a star, hoping to see what it would look like the next day. I walked into class and the girl had a new hairstyle where her hair was straightened. Again, I was flabbergasted and a little confused why it didn't look like mine, but it was a learning moment. LOL an odd request I wished about somehow came true. That's sweet. I love that story. Fast forward a few more years, and at this point my brother was born. My parents really struggled keeping up with getting me and my sister to go to Bible Girl Scouts, and I started to fall out of religion. I still wished on stars though. I had to be around eight or nine. I remember having a. I cannot talk. I remember having a quiet moment to myself outside in my grandparents' backyard. I sat on the cement block to the back door and looked at the stars, Wishing that I had my own game. Boy advanced at the time. They were new. Now I know what some people might be thinking. Oh wow, a child got a gift they wanted. That's not strange at all. I wanna put emphasis on the fact that my family lived close to the poverty line my dad had, and currently still does. Find ways to cut corners and save money, turning lights off, even if you're only going to the kitchen for two minutes, no pools or sprinklers in the summer because it would spike the water bill. We had canned hams and vegetables for Thanksgiving, no ice cream from the ice cream trucks, and absolutely no gifts or new toys unless it was Christmas or your birthday. You get the idea. So when my mom out of the blue on no one's birthday or holiday gifted me and my sister something expensive. The very next day after the wish I was yet again flabbergasted. From here on, I didn't have any more memorable, unexplained, flabbergasted, wishing star moments until my last and final one. This one is special to me. I was 18 senior in high school who was about to graduate. One thing I grew out of a lot slower than my peers was playing with my toys. To put simply, I had a pretty strict and interesting way on how I played with my toys that. I'll save you the paragraphs explaining, but I had a very specific way I played when I was younger. It was less strict and more flexible, but as I grew, I found less peers willing to play. And the ones that did didn't do it right, didn't do it right. I get that. I one day made friends with someone in middle school who did fit the criteria to play. For the play style I had. I was absolutely joy. It was like a breath of life back in my toys. That friendship did not last unfortunately. From then on, for the most part, I played by myself with my toys. I reached a point where I was 18 and the joy just seemed sucked out and pointless. I closed my eyes and wish for one final wish. One final thing, and if it could be fulfilled, I would be happy and satisfied for the rest of my life, without wishes, I was doubtful. I hadn't had any of my wishes come true in almost 10 years, but I wish to be able to play with someone beyond myself. One last time before I packed up my toys, I didn't expect it to work. But was blown away when my older cousin randomly showed up out of the blue at our house. She went upstairs to see what I was up to and noted all the toys laid out on the floor. And then she asked if she could play with me. I was absolutely flabbergasted. Yet again. Now my cousin is over 10 years older than me. By no means was she younger. She had to have been at least 28 when she asked to join me, which again, I was speechless. I played with her and my toys one last time. I felt joy and life, and then once again, for about an hour or two before she left. After all was said and done, I laid in my bed and just cried tears of happiness. I thanked my wishing stars or guardian angel, or whatever was giving me one final wish. I haven't wished for anything since I kept my word. Oddly, It's the least I could do. So to whatever, being star, magic angel, et cetera, who was Granting me these strange little hopes and wishes. Thank you. You'll forever be a mystery of unexplained, happy little events that happened in my life. Okay, this is the sweetest story. Thank you so much for sending that in. I actually wished for something one time. Um, I was six and I asked my mom, or I told my mom that I wished I could have a basket of kittens or a brother for Christmas, and I got Austen. I, I got, I got Austen. Austen, I love you. Sometimes I wish I'd have gotten that basket of kittens, just kitten, kind of. You bring joy to my life, Austen. But those kittens would've been really freaking cute and just as Harry, honestly. But I still love you though. You can't see it, but I just did our little chest pound. Much love, homie. Much love. So our next email guys, if you have any kids listening to this one, you might wanna skip. You might wanna skip this email, but come back because we have some more, we have some more audio coming. Okay. But they, they don't need to hear this one. It's funny though. It's so funny and I've read it four times and I've read it to my friends and every time I read it I get more tickled. Okay, this is from Mark Friedman. I'm not sure y'all are prepared for this one. Alright. When I was a kid, I used to go to summer camp every year. It was one of the things I really looked forward to every year since I loved camping one year, I had a particularly weird experience. I can't get. Okay. Okay. I'm prepared. One year I had a particularly weird experience that was one of those situations that was both scary at the time, in some ways kind of funny when looked back upon years later, when I was 14, I was assigned to a cabin with several other boys, like in other years, a couple I knew from past years, a few I didn't. One particular boy was a guy named Wade. It's okay. I, I'm good, I'm good. He was kind of weird in an almost, but not quite nerdy way. Like the kind of guy who liked to play sports, but who also liked d and d. And I didn't know what d and d was, but I looked it up and that means Dungeons and Dragons, and I think it's a game. Who would fire off random trivia? He was there with his fraternal twin brother, But because of some S-N-A-F-U on, I don't even know what that means. Good, sir. Oh, some kind of something F up. Is that what that means? Probably on the part of the camp, they had been assigned to different cabins, even though siblings who were close in age were normally assigned to the same cabin unless a specific request otherwise. We had bunk beds in the cabins and each of our, and each chose our bed early on, and as fate would have it, I got the bottom bunk and Wade wound up on the top that night. When it came time for bed, we all turned in. I had a bit of trouble falling asleep. Still being a bit wound up from getting to be at camp again. You were excited. Hi fam. You were excited. Mark was pumped. Y'all. Pumped to be at camp, but his, his whole day's about to be ruined. About 20 minutes or so after we'd gotten into bed, okay, I'm okay. I'm okay. The unmistakable sound of a guy masturbating started coming from the bunk above me. Now, at that age, I masturbated too. So I wasn't one to hold it against anyone for doing the same thing, but Wade was, well, not really going to town, but he was making no effort to keep quiet about what he was doing. He went on for several minutes before, rather obviously reaching his, um, climax after which things got quiet again, and I soon fell asleep. The next morning after we were all up and making our beds, I noticed that Wade was the only one not around. So I made an admittedly crude joke to the other guys about how he'd really been having fun the previous night. The others all looked at me in confusion, and one asked what I meant. I commented once again about how Wade had been. In quotations, pleasuring himself rather loudly after we were all in bed making the gesture master. I'm just picturing you do the little hand thing. PBP, uh, now I'm gonna walk around doing that all day. Everyone still looked puzzled and I said, surely, at least one of you must have heard Wade getting his rocks off after a moment. One other guy said that at the last minute, another camper in Wade's brother's cabin had canceled and since a spot was thus available in that cabin, Wade had moved over there the previous afternoon. He had never even slept in our cabin Baffled. I looked up at the top. To see just the bare mattress and glancing down to where Wade had dropped his stuff off the previous morning, I noticed his stuff was gone. I was now as confused as everyone else had been, just a few minutes before. If Wade had never been up there then who had been masturbating above me the night before, the other boys laughed and accused me of dreaming the whole thing. But when I later mentioned it to one of the counselors there, he grew quiet for a few moments before saying that there had been a story going around camp for many years of a teenage boy who drowned and whose bed had been the one above mine. As the story went, his ghost supposedly haunted that cabin, but the counselor, like many other people, had always dismissed it as nothing more than a tall tale told around the campfire until now. Now granted, I don't know that I hadn't actually fallen asleep sooner than I thought and just dreamed the whole thing, just like my cabin mates had accused me of doing. I know it sounds absurd after all, who's heard of a masturbating teenage ghost, but it seemed real. I'm sure I was wide awake when it happened. Mark, I just need you to know that this story has brought so much joy to my life. It really has. I laugh about it all the time. All I can think about is your little ghost friend winking his yank, choking his chicken, if you will. Carlos jacking his little wees. I think about it more often than I should. Truly, I do. So this audio is from Mackenzie Jean on TikTok. I will also be tagging her as well in the show notes. She has two separate stories I'm gonna share today, and they are in multiple parts. So this first one is true paranormal story, part one. can I tell you guys about the most haunted psychotic experience I ever, ever had with? Paranormal while I drank my coffee. When I first got a divorce, I moved into this house with this girl that I grew up going to middle school with. That's a story for another time. Horrible roommate experience. However, we moved into this little yellow old house. It was cute though. Hold on. I'm actually gonna try to find a picture of the house real quick and I'll show it to you. So I said it was cute. It was not like you, but it felt so freeing because it was the first time that I was. Living on my own ever in my entire life with a roommate. But you know, after divorce, so I have two kids. Eventually these people moved out and it was just myself and my two daughters living in this house. I started to notice that my youngest, who's like. Three at the time that she was wanting to spend a lot of time by herself alone in her bedroom, which is not like her at all. In general. She's a very Velcro child, always has been, but she wanted to spend alone time in her room. I would kind of like let her be in there, and I started to notice that she was shutting the door. Once I started to notice that she was doing that, I started to go over and listen through the door, and I noticed that she was talking to herself. I was like, okay. I mean, normal. She's three, she's talking to herself. But then she started talking what it seems like to another person. And I thought, okay, well also quite normal, she's three. She probably has some sort of like imagination play going on. So I didn't think too much of it, but I did start opening the door and saying, Hey baby, like we gotta keep the door open. And she would get upset, she'd get pretty angry and annoyed, and she wanted to keep the door shut. And she started to say that her friend didn't want to have the door open, that her friend wanted to have the door shut while they played. So I said, okay, I understand baby, but we have to keep the door open for safety purposes. I started to just be a little bit curious about this friend that she had and this imagination that she was experiencing when she went to sleep. I guess like at some point around that time I started to ask her, so like, what kind of games do you in this friend play? Like, what's this friend's name? She told me this friend's name is Penelope, and in the room. They had these sliding closet doors and she goes, yeah, her name's Penelope. She lives in the closet. I said, okay. She said, she's a little girl like me, mommy, and she doesn't like you very much. I was interested about that. Like, why does my daughter have a imaginary friend who doesn't like me? Like, what could this mean psychologically, right? So I was like, okay, well why doesn't she like me? She goes, well, she says that you're not a good mommy, that you're a mean mommy. And I said, okay. She said, her mommy died. She's three. We don't have, we didn't have any death in the family. We don't have conversations about death, like nothing. At that point, she was like, yeah, well, her mommy died and they lived here. But at, at that point I was like, that's a little bit weird, but I still was thinking, this is probably an imaginary friend situation. I probably need to just try to figure out why she's created the storyline. I don't know how she could have possibly created the story storyline. I noticed that this pattern of her wanting to spend time in her room and be alone like that kind of just. Stronger and stronger. She always wanted to play with Penelope. She started to kind of be really insistent that I got to shut, that she got to shut the door while she was in the bedroom. Her defiance toward me got very extreme during this time, so I was just kind of curious about it. Well, one night they were gone. They were at their dad's house and I, at this time in their life, I used to sleep in their room when they were gone. I know. That's kind of weird. This is getting too long. I'll tell you the rest of the story In part two, And this is true paranormal story, part two. This is the second part of the story of the most psychotic, paranormal experience I have ever. In my life. I was saying that when my daughters would go to their dad's house at the first few years, probably two to three years of the divorce, I would sleep in their bedroom because I just couldn't stand being apart from them. One night I'm laying in their bed and I'm on the phone with a friend, and all of a sudden I feel this very strong, dark present and I could feel it like physically on my body. It felt like my body was being pushed against the bed, and I got so quiet, like so quiet because I couldn't. Even talk. I was on the phone and on the other side of the phone, the friend that I'm speaking to, I have not said anything to them yet. Okay. On my life. I have not said anything to them about what is happening. I just am experiencing this in my bed and they go, Mackenzie, you need to get out of the room that you're in right now. And I was like, I can't move. And they said, put me on speaker. And I was like, I can't move. I was just laying there saying, I can't move. I can't. And they were like, you need to stand up and tell it to get out of your house. And all of a sudden I had this feeling like I could move, like I had the strength to do it. And I stood up and I said, in the name of Jesus, get out of my house and never return. I am protected. My children are protected. Leave. And I felt this. Off my body and out of the room. Kid, you not my daughter never spoke a word about this little girl Penelope ever again. After that moment, this was an everyday occurrence. My daughter would wanna play with her, wanna talk about her, would tell me all of the time that she didn't like me, and all of a sudden never, not after this moment, not one word ever again. This is not the only paranormal experience I had in this house. I had so many more experiences, but not with that entity and not in that way. My daughter has never spoken about it ever again. now we are going to play Mackenzie's second story, and the title is called my haunted house, true paranormal story. This is part one. The first house that I ever moved into after my divorce was the most haunted house I've ever lived in. This house held a lot of negative energy. Another thing about my time when I was living in this house is that I was going through a religious deconstruction, and I do think that that made me. Vulnerable to a lot because I was already kind of in this open processing space in this spiritual sense. When my roommate moved out, it was just my daughter's and I and the room that my roommate used to live in. We turned into like our special room where I used it as an office and also I was like a meditation space. I did a lot of my deconstructing in that room, a lot of studying, a lot of praying, a lot of working through things spiritually. One night I was meditating and I closed my eyes and. Very quickly felt the presence of two very large, dark figures. They were as tall as the ceiling and they were standing in front of me to my right and to my left, and they were telling me that they were good and that they were there to help me. That I felt in my body that they were not, and I felt paralyzed, like I couldn't do anything. This is Mackenzie's my haunted house. True paranormal story, part two. So I was standing there and I could feel them communicating to me that they were good, we're good, we're here to help you. And they said, tilt your head back. It's not audible. Okay. I don't know if any of you have ever had spiritual experiences where you would hear things that it's just a thought inside your head. And so I'm sitting there and I feel my chin being pushed back energetically. Okay. It's an actual physical push. This is actually real being pushed back energetically and I could feel my mouth. Being pride open, like there's someone is holding on and making my head go back. And prying my mouth open and so my head is back and I can feel the pressure and I am trying. It's like the feeling of it is like when you're in a dream and something so scary is happening, but you are opening your mouth to scream and no sound is coming out. That's how this experience was. Like. I was trying to get myself to be able to move and I could, I physically couldn't do it. It's the same way I felt in the Penelope story. It was the same physical presence, but it was a different energy. Like I knew that that specific energy was gone and that this was different, but I could feel it on my physical body. So as my head is being tilted back, I can feel as if something is being pulled from my mouth. And the best way I can explain it is like Dementors from Harry Potter. So I could feel something like coming out of my. And that was again, a moment just like with the Penelope experience where I was like, I can't move, I can't move, I can't move. And then something clicked in me and I was able to like get up and I did the same thing. I got up and I said, get out of my house. And it was like, whew. And I felt it go. There's a second part to the story because these guys actually, this was not the last time that they returned. They tried again and they tried bigger with bigger energy. I'm actually getting a little bit emotional telling the story, so I'll share the, the part where I like got rid of him next time. And this is the mile haunted house, true paranormal story, part three. So I used to live in a house where I had a lot of paranormal experiences. If you're coming from my last video, Of how I finally got rid of those two big figures that were trying to like extract my soul. Not long after that moment happened, I was coming home from work one day and I'll post the picture of the house here again, in case you haven't seen it. So I pulled up into the driveway. And as soon as I turned the ignition off, got out of my car and started walking toward the house, I felt this. Immense energy pressing on my body, almost like it was trying to keep me away from the house. It felt like this force toward my body. So I walked up the driveway, I took a right and IRI went around the little corner, um, where there's the little walkway to the front door. And the front door had a scream door, and then the front door was behind the screen door. So I opened the screen door, and as I, as soon as I opened it, that energy started pushing back even harder like it was so. Palpable. I could feel it on my physical body. So I took a deep breath because I didn't know what I was gonna be met with on the other side of the door. And as soon as I opened it, it was like so heavy that it was, it felt like it was trying to push me down to the ground. This is kind of one of those moments, like I've talked about in the last two videos, where something just comes over you and in the moment that you need it. You know what to do. So I started to scream, like yell at the top of my voice that I do not align with darkness. I renounced any evil attachment or dark energy that I had unknowingly invited into my home. And I said, and the name of the father and the son and the Holy Spirit, you must leave my house. And I had left the front door open. Mind you, okay, so when I walked in, I didn't close the door behind me. I left the front door open and I said, you need to leave through the front door right now. And I fell to my knees. I fell to my knees and I was weeping. And this energy, I felt it lift off of me. And clear the home. And in that moment after I felt like that energy had left, I realigned my soul with light because I think that as I was in my deconstruction and deconstructing from high control religion and kind of starting to meditate and expand my mind into other things. Spiritually, I don't think that I protected myself well enough. And I think that I became vulnerable unknowingly to dark energies and entities. And I think that that's what I was experiencing. Um, with that specific experience. The Penelope story, if you haven't heard it, you can go back and listen to that. I think that that was different. That didn't feel to me like something that I had picked up, but these two energies felt like something that I had unknowingly allowed into my space, and they were trying to. Like gain my allegiance with them. Yeah. That's why you trust your gut with energies that you feel, you always know what's good and what is not. So yeah, after that they never came back. I have many other stories, not just in this house, so I'll keep sharing. so we're definitely gonna have to check back in with her and play some more of her stories on the podcast because. I think it's strange that when we go through these traumatic times, such as the divorce or anything really, you know, a lot of different things are more or less traumatic for many different people, but it opens you up and, and the fact that she was deconstructing from being in a very overpowering religious environment. To be free of that. And I'm not sure if that was in her marriage or if that was something she grew up in. You know, she never specified, but it's like, okay, we've got this traumatic divorce happening, not just for me, but for my children and we're in this new house. And it's like it opened her up to things, being able to attach to her. And you hear about this, you see things about this. But hearing somebody's personal account, it really just hits home how fast that can happen. And you don't even realize. You don't even realize, and it's just like, boom. I thought that would be a really great one to play on here because. So many people have experiences like this and then they turn and think, did I really have that? And they never wanna tell their story. So I love that she is freely sharing that. that's it for today's episode, guys. What did you think? What do you think about these stories? I'm curious to know. I am gonna be sure to tag both of our audio guests in the show notes if I can, I'll tag their direct link to their TikTok handles. Make sure you go follow'em. We're gonna try to do this more often. I love it. I love being able to have everybody listen to other people's stories instead of me just reading them all the time. 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I hope this Major Monday a little bit brighter, a little bit spookier because it's Halloween week baby, and we might have a little special episode on Friday. We're gonna see what we can do about that. As always, keep it weird.