Happy Halloween

All tricks and no treats. It’s getting spooky this Halloween!

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The clocks are ticking, but not all of them at the same time. Some people slip through moments, they can't explain. Others never come back. This Halloween, we're talking ghosts lost time And the strange loops that connect them. I'm your host, Amanda, and welcome back to Let's Get Weirdish. Happy Halloween guys, and on a Friday. I know for all these kids out here, it doesn't get much better than that. You get to stay up late, eat all the candy, your stomach's gonna hurt, you might throw up a little bit, and you don't have to go to school the next day. That's life and life Be life in, and we're gonna read some stories tonight, where people's life do be life in y'all. Our first story is a ghost story, and I think that seems pretty fitting, don't you? Let's take a dive into Reddit, guys. Emmaline, tx. I met a ghost under the Golden Gate Bridge a date, and I went to the North Tower to watch the sunset. You can walk down an incline and there are huge granite blocks left over from the bridge construction. You can watch the fog roll in and hear the fog horns. Long, low notes. We were there until it got dark and then started walking back up to the car. I looked up and there was a man sitting on top of one of the blocks. I said, hello, and he nodded. He was wearing a plaid shirt, suspenders, wool pants, and old work boots. He was smoking a scruffy old pipe, and I could see the smoke curling up from it. We talked for a minute and I noticed that we were the last car left in the parking lot. I asked him if someone was picking him up and he said, I've been waiting a fair while. My wife and daughter will be here eventually and we can go home together. I asked him if he wanted a ride just to the south end of the bridge, and he smiled and said that he knew that they'd be walking to meet him, and they would all finish the trip together. I can't think of a worse place to walk. The Golden Gate Bridge is long and freezing cold. It's a long, long drop to the water below, but he sounded firm, so I said, have a good night. Then about that time, I noticed my date, hadn't said a word. I look over and he's frozen, then grabbed my elbow and pushed me to the car. He hurt my arm. He pushed so hard. We got in the car and he was really speeding. We crossed the toll plaza and he started yelling, who the hell were you talking to? Are you nuts? What the beep? They didn't actually say beep, but you know, just in case. I just beeped it. For us guys, he was really panicking because he felt that something was very, very wrong. He hadn't seen the man. He saw me have a conversation with thin air. But he said the temperature dropped so much that he was shaking. He also said the air was electric, and he thought that if we didn't get out of there, we might be two of those people who just disappear and are never found. He saw a swirl in the air and smelled tobacco smoke on the breeze. I finally figured it out, at least in my mind. This was in the 1980s. The Golden Gate Bridge was completed in 1937 and quite a few men building it died. He was probably one of them, and he was waiting for when his wife and daughter died and they would meet him then and go on wherever the afterlife took them. And I hope it was someplace beautiful. My date never spoke to me again. He called me Ghost Girl and I can't blame him. That story kinda gives me the heebie-jeebies y'all to look so real to her that she had a conversation with him just to realize that he wasn't actually there. I love it. I do and don't wish that I would have an experience like this. But I know that my mom talks about when her and my dad were married, that we lived in our first house in Jones, Louisiana, and if you know anything about Jones, there's nothing out there. My grandparents lived there, or my nana still lives there. And it's all farmland. Everybody knows everybody. There's not even a caution light. Our house was down the road from our church. And my mom used to tell me that I would talk to a man who was in the hallway. So I don't know, maybe it counts, maybe it doesn't because I don't remember. But she said I would have full on conversations with this person. So I don't know. But I am a firm believer in, kids are so sensitive that they just see and hear all of the things that we as adults don't. This one is from guys just prepare yourself. Fart on My Popsicle. When I was nine or so, I went through a phase where I was afraid of the dark and paranoid about ghosts after having watched the sixth Sense, Indeed, my friend, because that movie had me all kinds of. Towed up from the flow up. I'm not even gonna lie, it had me questioning everything anyway. We had just moved into a newer, larger house, even though it wasn't an old home, it creeped me out. I would ask my stepmom to leave my bedroom door open and hallway light on until I fell asleep. There was a small room in the basement that was inexplicably always freezing cold. One day I got home from school before my dad or stepmom were home from work. My older brother was in his room in the basement. Why y'all letting these kids sleep in the basement though? I need, I need the answer to that. I had to pee, and because I was a paranoid little turd, I opted to pee with the bathroom door wide open. Thanks to the closet scene in the sixth sense. When you walked into the bathroom, there was a vanity with a mirror, and then to the right was the toilet. The door was probably about eight feet from the toilet. So I'm peeing when in the corner of my eye, I suddenly notice the bathroom door slowly closing. I look at it and there's a woman in a white dress and an outdated hairstyle standing there slowly pushing it closed. Think. Elizabeth be style hair dress, but black hair and white dress I panicked and ran to catch the door. Looked up to where she had been and shouted, don't, but she was gone. No fade away, no puff of smoke, no movement. She was there and then she wasn't. I still get chills when I think about it, and I'm in my thirties now. Edit. I forgot to mention she didn't feel peculiarly threatening. Maybe sensed my fear and was kind of pranking me. Still scared the hell outta me though. Maybe she just wanted you to be a little bit more modest, especially if she was from back in the gap. You know, they were weird about that stuff. My kids, they don't care. They leave the bathroom door wide open. But you know, that was pretty frowned upon. Pretty frowned upon. The title of this one is, I think I stepped into a parallel universe for a moment. This happened when I was around 18 or 19, but I remember it vividly because of how jarring and confusing it was. I've had a few odd experiences with dreams, but nothing in the middle of the day like this. So when this happened, I was still living at home with my parents and we lived in my childhood home. This home was pretty much all I ever knew. As we moved there, when I was three years old, I had a habit of going on daily walks in the nearby park, something I did nearly every single day since I was 14 or 15 years of age, up until I moved out. And it was the summer around one or 2:00 PM and I went to leave the house for one of my walks. I slipped my shoes on and went to open the door as usual. But when I stepped out of the house and looked up, my neighborhood felt completely wrong. It didn't look different, everything looked exactly the same as it usually did. The small ravine next to our house, the tree in the front yard, the steep driveway in our neighbor's houses. All of it looked completely normal, but I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something really wrong and different with it all. I felt as if reality was warped or something. I sat on the front porch for a minute or so trying to figure out what felt so incredibly wrong with my neighborhood. After a while, I figured I was just being silly and made my way down the driveway when I was about halfway down. My neighbor, who was tending to his garden across the street. Looked up towards me, stared at me as if he saw a ghost, his face going completely pale and opened his mouth to speak before I could even stare at him in confusion before he had even gotten a single word out. I was back inside my house at my front door about to leave. I was completely shaken. I had no idea how I ended up back in my front door. I had no idea what I had just experienced, and when I pulled the door open, it was completely normal. Nothing felt wrong anymore. It was all glaringly normal. The only difference was when I opened my door again, my neighbor was not out front gardening. I decided not to go for a walk that day. Years later, I have no idea what I experienced. And as weird as it sounds, the part that freaks me out the most was how wrong my neighborhood felt despite looking exactly the same. So between the weird teleportation Backing indoors and my neighbor acting as if he was staring at a ghost. The feeling of wrongness is the thing that bothers me the most. I dunno how to explain it. I didn't feel unsafe. It didn't feel like dread. It just felt like I was looking at a completely different version of my neighborhood at that moment, and I don't think I will ever forget it. It's almost like. She slipped into a reality that maybe she had died. You know what I mean? her neighbor looked up in that reality and saw her and was like, you're not supposed to be here, and I know you're not supposed to be here. And then instantly she was back in her house, back in the reality she's supposed to be in. This one is the weird thing from the cornfield. I posted about this in another thread and I was told that maybe it was a crawler, and to ask here, we're in the crawler sightings, Reddit thread, guys. I am 17 now, but I was nine when this happened. There was a cornfield by my grandpa's house. The land belonged to my grandpa, but he had to deal with the man who planted the corn. We always played hide and seek in the cornfield, but we never went farther than 10 to 15 rows in. One night I was outside by my mom's car waiting for everyone else so we could go home. I heard my cousin's voice telling me to play hide and seek with him, so I went to the cornfield. To get to the actual field, you have to cross a small road. I didn't cross the road, but I saw eyes there were two low to the ground and reflecting, so I thought it was a stray cat. The thing held out its hand like it wanted me to grab it. The hand was bony and the fingers were really long, but human-like I believe it, wanted me to follow it. My mom yelled for me and I ran back to the car. I never told anyone about what I saw. I was afraid. My family would think it was another one of my stories. Since I had an overactive imagination as a kid. To this day, I don't know what it was. I haven't seen it since, but I always felt like someone was watching me whenever I went near the field. Yuck. My grandparents have always been farmers and my dad always got nervous when it was time to harvest corn because he always thought about that movie, children of the Corn and he was always scared that he was gonna look up and there was gonna be a kid standing in the cornfield. And if it's one thing that spooked my daddy, it was creepy kids. He did not like it. Did not wanna watch scary movies with kids in it, did not wanna talk about creepy kids. And if there was a kid that he met, which were quite a few, that freaked him out, he was gonna let you know. Like, that kid is weird. We're not gonna do that today. No, thank you. And I feel you, daddy. Go, daddy, are you still afraid of children of the corn up there in heaven? this one's titled Creepy Story about my dad's doppelganger. This happened when I was eight years old. I saw my dad in the bathroom wiping himself after showering, but the problem was he was supposed to be at work in his office at that time. So I asked him, dad, when did you come home? He didn't say anything. I asked again, and he closed the bathroom door on my face. I went from that room and didn't think much of it. 20 minutes later, my mom gave me and my little brother lunch, so we three people, mom, me, my little brother, sat to eat lunch. I asked Mom, why aren't we waiting for dad? She laughed and said, why would we, he's gonna come home at night. I told her, but Dad is home. Then told her what happened. We searched the entire house but couldn't find him. Creepy. Right after eating me and my little brother fell asleep. Mom stayed awake to watch tv. I woke to mom scream. I rushed to look for her, found her before that bathroom door. She hugged me and couldn't talk. I looked at the bathroom. It was empty. I asked her what happened and she said she saw dad that he was there, but how could he have appeared outta nowhere? She asked him, when did you come home? And she saw that thing that looked like my dad. With a horribly creepy face. So she screamed, and in no time I was there and that thing disappeared later that night. My dad came home and we told him everything. I don't remember what happened after that, but we moved out. Uh, no, I think not. Yes, I would've moved out to, have you ever seen somebody's doppelganger? I don't even know if this would be like a real doppelganger. This is almost like a mimic, you know what I mean? That mimics the way somebody looks or talks. cause it really just gives me the heebie-jeebies. And now it makes me not want to open the door while anybody's in the bathroom or the shower because it. All of my TikTok people, you're gonna have to let me know what you think about this one. I was recording a video, but another me is there. I didn't do what she's doing. And this is from Regina. Georgie. Regina, Georgie. It's not George. You get what I'm saying though? Okay. Okay. I was making a video on TikTok. It was a continuation of a previous video, which was a conclusion, so nothing super detailed. I talked for around three minutes, paused and talked again for one to two minutes while I made a coffee and concluded the video. When I went to edit the video, the second cut was no longer there, and instead it was me doing strange things and staring into the camera while doing them. It was about four to six clips, which I did not record and I did not do what she was doing in them. I'm beyond confused and was completely freaked out over it for weeks. I can't figure out how they got there. I talked the entire video and never once did I sit doing nothing and being weird. Could it be some sort of AI testing? I have the video proof of this, but not sure if I can post it here. Has this happened to anyone else? That's kind of freaky because it could be some sort of AI thing maybe, if I saw a video of myself doing that. I probably would have a panic attack. Not gonna lie. But also you see people who have absent seizures and they can do that type of thing. You know, they're just staring off into space or maybe making weird faces or doing something weird and it's actually an absent seizure. And then they have no recollection of it later, so I'm not sure. But what do you guys think I'm gonna tell y'all one of my spooky stories really quickly, and it has stuck with me my entire life when my parents were still married. Austin probably wasn't born yet. My mom may have been pregnant because we lived in the house that she had Austin in, but we had bought the home from an older couple, and I'm not sure why, but my parents always stayed in touch with them, like we would even go see them at their new house. They were super sweet. Has nothing to do with anything. But I just thought I should throw that out there. So the way our house was set up is there was a long hallway and my room was right in front of my parents' room, right in front of each other, across the hallway, and I was laying in bed and I could have been dreaming, but I don't think I was so, especially for it to stick with me like it has. My TV was off and I was supposed to be going to bed and I was probably about six and my TV turned on it was Scooby Doo. I always liked Scooby-Doo and Tom and Jerry and all the things. Those were the best shows and I wish they still made'em like they used to. But my closet door open and there was this thing, that's the only way I know how to describe it, but it was all black, like it had a black hood on and everything was just black. But you could see the hood, you could see like the outline, I, I don't wanna say a row, but it was just black it looked at me and told me it was time to go. And I told this thing, I'm not ready to go. I don't want to go. And it said, yes, it is time. It's time for you to go. You need to come with me. I remember I started screaming like at the top of my lungs and my parents ran in there, flipped the light on. Nobody was standing there. Nobody was in my closet, but my TV was still on. And I remember my dad saying why is your TV on? We turned it off. You've got school tomorrow. You need to go to bed. I still remember it like it was yesterday because it was just so real. And even now thinking about it, it kind of gives me chills. Has anybody else ever had something happen like that? I am always curious to know about other people's experiences because I've had so many throughout my life that you just don't ever know if someone's had something similar happen. So if you have, send me an email, I wanna hear about it. But this person has one kind of similar, it was the early morning of November 3rd, 2020. I had woken up in the middle of the night in my bedroom. I was sleeping on the top bunk. I eventually started to realize I was not going back to sleep, so I started to sit up a bit. Then I turned around to the foot of the bed where the ladder was and I saw something. It appeared to be a figure pure black, me being perplexed. I leaned forward a little. Then I felt a sense of energy as if I knew another being was with me. Then the bombshell was dropped. I could not see the bookshelf, which meant something or someone was blocking my view. It was no shadow. Me being terrified but not knowing what to do. I turned back around, laid my head down, and just waited. Maybe it would go away or something. I waited around long enough until it was sunrise, and then I turned back around. There was nothing there. I don't know how to describe what happened to me. I don't believe in the paranormal at all, but I know I was not tired. Yankees. See, it almost sounds the same, but I wanna see if I can find one where somebody talked to this thing. So if you have fam, like I said earlier, let me know. This one is from shooting to loot. I was solo camping in the Mount Rainier foothills around 1990. I was getting ready to climb into my sleeping bag, and the entire area went absolutely silent. Not even a whisper. I was in a small clearing with a tree line about 60 feet away using a large granite rock as a heat reflector for my fire. If you've spent any time in the woods, you know it's never silent. Not even at night. I didn't have a gun with me, but slowly reached out and took hold of the handle of my camp knife. I eased it out of my sheath and sat there silently for a second, and I will put my hand to God that from the tree line I heard a low chuckle, like someone with a very deep voice found my pathetic weapon amusing. I spent the entire night sitting next to the largest fire I could build back against that rock knife in my hand, and not even within a heartbeat of sleeping. The moment I could see my hand in front of my face, I threw everything in my pack, stomped out my fire, and bolted for the trail head where my car was. That freaks me out because we go camping all the time. If you know me in real life, I get my best sleep in a tent in the mountains. I have never had anything scary happen out in the woods, but I would probably run away. I would've done the same thing. I would've been scared to death. I probably would never go camping again. To be honest, this story is from a deleted user. I lived in a haunted apartment in Asheville, North Carolina. One morning I was in bed awake, but eyes closed in my ear. I got a distinct whisper from a little girl. Hey, Mr. I bolt upright and there's no one. A couple of weeks later it happened again, but this time she said, now that it's all over, we can go towards the light. Uh, no thank you, sir. After that, I started sleeping downstairs on the couch. As would I, okay, as would I, I would have distinct and vivid nightmares of a burned up girl on the staircase. A friend stayed over while I was out of town and got the same thing. I had not told him about it. Then one day I was sitting on my bed upstairs on my laptop. Out of my peripheral I saw something, drop a zip from the ceiling and land behind my laptop screen. When I looked up to see what it was, it was half of a melted little girl's hair clip. I put it on the coffee table until I could figure out what to do with it. I was asleep on the couch that night and had a false awakening, I think, where I saw my glass of water levitating over the coffee table. When I woke up, it was on the table, but the water was moving as if it had just been forcefully sat down and the hair clip was in the bottom of the glass. I called a witch friend of mine to cleanse the house and take the clip. I don't know what she did with it, and unfortunately she's no longer alive herself for me to ask. Please tell me you moved out that day, like immediately. I might talk a big game, y'all, but I, I can be a scaredy cat. And that would've scared the bejesus outta me. This one is from Fit Kit Kat. Okay. No one ever believes me, but when I was in high school, I had a sleepover with two of my cousins, we'll call them Alice and Morgan. I met them at the hospital that same day because my uncle was in the hospital and everyone went to see him. Therefore, meeting these two teenage girls from separate relatives that were the same age After spending all day at the hospital, we begged our parents for a sleepover. We all ended up at my house and we set up our sleeping bags in the living room of a two story home. We were talking and laughing as teen girls do. When one of my cousins, Alice said she used to be possessed by a demon, and the entity still followed her around. I'm thinking, why didn't you tell me this before I let you in my home? I would've been thinking the same thing, girl, the same thing. And that very moment I heard what I thought was one of my parents coming downstairs. We had a little window that peeked through the wall of the stairs. I looked up to see who it was. No one was there. However, the footsteps continued down the stairs across the living room and sat on the couch, which was directly behind us. I heard the carpet move as the entity walk past my feet. The sound, the couch made when it creaked as the entity sat down on the couch, I turned around and saw an indentation on the sofa behind me. I asked my cousins if they heard that Alice sat there with a blank stare and said I did. After that, I honestly don't remember a single thing. I don't remember falling asleep or waking up the next morning, nothing. A few months later, weird things started happening in my home. Alice might have left something when she came to sleepover. Yeah, I'd say so. And she needs to come back and get that immediately. Here's another hooded figure, y'all. When I was 19 living at home, I woke up one night. To see this huge, almost reaching the ceiling black hooded thing. It was standing there next to my wardrobe. I froze and stayed in bed. Too scared to move. It was there for about 10 seconds before it vanished. I had nightmares for weeks with that thing in it. Fast forward 15 years. My younger sister, who has my old room, asked me if I had ever seen anything weird in the bedroom and tells me about the hooded thing that she had seen. I never told anyone about what I saw, especially not my sister who was only four at the time. Nothing's just chilling in your house, girl, living its best life or its best afterlife. This one is from no garbage allowed. The most compelling paranormal experience I've ever had was when my older sister had. Visions of the future. Three of us sisters were playing in the kitchen while my dad was away hunting, my older sister screamed, suddenly staring in shock, younger sister, and I asked what was wrong. She said she saw a massive whitish column moving towards her, not like an apparition. She had a vivid peripheral hallucination the way many often do, but this one was uniquely powerful. We kept playing. 10 minutes later she screams again. This time she thought our dad had entered the room wearing an oddly greenest shirt. It was weird, and we made a point to cherish the spookiness of this evening. The next day, our dad was still away. My sisters were poking around in an old closet and found a large white sack. It was unusually large, maybe nine to 10 feet long, made of tight hamper like knitting and shaped like a sleeping bag. It was so bizarre. It spurred my younger sister to climb inside and chase my older sister around the house. They found me in the kitchen where my younger sister lunged towards both of us still wearing the sack, we instantly noticed it was precisely the positioning of yesterday's hallucination, mysteriously massive lunging white column in the same place. We lost our shit. Uh, yeah, I I can imagine you did, girl. I probably would've lost my shit too. We were already superstitious when our dad got home, he walked into the living room wearing an oddly greenish tea. We couldn't help but chuckle at each other. It was extremely strange and served to fuel some pretty unhealthy delusions we were experiencing at the time. But those coincidences were still intense, and I'll never forget it. I like this story because I do believe that some people. Have little snippets of the future like this. I actually keep a dream journal because I have what I think most would call, um, not prophetic dreams. What is, what is the word that people use? I can't think of the word right now, but. I can dream something and I'll wake up and I know if I'm supposed to write it down, I'll have to read my dream journal to y'all one day for an episode. But I think one of the hardest ones I ever had was October 21st, 2024. That night I had this dream that my dad died and I woke up October 22nd at like five in the morning, my husband was getting ready for work and I'm panicking. I just shoot up outta the bed and I said, my dad's dead. I just dream my dad's dead. My dad's like, my dad's dead. And he goes, baby, you had a bad dream. Just lay back down. I love you. Go back to sleep. And I was like, okay. So I get up that morning, ready for the day we had to go to Flagstaff, Arizona for an orthodontist appointment. And my aunt called me my aunt Jamie doesn't usually call me. She'll text me, but she doesn't usually call. I immediately thought something had happened to my granddaddy she asked me what I was doing and I said, I'm headed to Flagstaff. And she said. Can you pull over? And I'm like, yeah, of course. I didn't pull over. I couldn't pull over, but I didn't tell her that. And she said, um, your dad is gone. And I was like, what do you mean? And she's like, your dad's dead. And it was just a few hours later and I'll, I'll never forget that, obviously, but I think that was one of the worst that I've ever had. Usually they're not like that. Um, it'll just be like, okay, like one time I dream that. I was getting robbed and we were in my husband's blue truck my husband has a company truck, so we don't drive the blue truck very often. And we had went, I think it was a few nights later to, uh, Flagstaff we were eating in a restaurant and we had just bought new suitcases and things like that because we travel all the time and we needed new ones. we had bought my daughters some new clothes and new shoes and read a few things and we put it in the suitcase we had left it in the back of the truck instead of putting it in the cab of the truck. when we come back, it had been stolen, which isn't as dramatic, but still, um, I've been having these streams for a couple of years now, so I don't know. I do firmly believe that sometimes we can. See a little bit of what's coming, even if we don't realize it. You know, for our last story of the night, kitty, the shark says, growing up there were constant, strange activities in my house. Electronics would turn off and on and footsteps would be heard in empty rooms. A few times when I was home alone, I heard voices. The worst creepiest was when I was a child and fixing dinner. I needed to go get something from our upstairs hall pantry. I walked towards the stairs and froze. I don't know why, but I couldn't move. I was terrified. My dog came up to me and looked towards the stairs and started growling and showing his teeth. Always listen to them pets. Y'all, they be knowing. He also pushed me back. So he was in front of me snapping at whatever was on the stairs. It was only me and my father home. My mother and brother were out, and we lived on the second floor. Our doors were locked and no one could get in without us snowing. So whatever it was wasn't human. My father came over to see while our dog was freaking out, and when I told him, he said I was being silly and went to the stairs. He got to the doorway and froze. He looked scared and told me to take the dog, go get my uncle from across the street and to stay outside until he said I did. As I was told, this was almost 30 years ago. I never knew what was there. They never told me, and I've never felt fear like that again in a house though. Why didn't your daddy tell you what he saw? I need to know. These are the details that we need to know guys. Funny story. My mom, my aunt, my nana and my papa Jackie lived in a house in Bastrop, Louisiana, I don't remember what road it was on, but they had showed me the house before. My mom said weird stuff would happen in the house, like the bedroom door would be shut and you could hear somebody walking in front of the door, just back and forth, back and forth. they kept telling my papapa like, I think one time. My nana, um, went to sit down or something and the chair was pulled out from under her. Weird stuff like that, and I, that could be wrong, but I'm pretty sure that's what she said about that. Just weird stuff would happen. they were in the backyard one time and this pole thing was pushed over and almost landed on my nana or one of, or my aunt. I don't, y'all get what I'm saying? Okay. Anyway, my Papapa, who's super old school, was like, there, there's none of this house. Ain't no hanks running me outta my house, yada, yada, yada, yada. Didn't believe nothing they were saying, whatever. So one day, my nana and my mom and my aunt. Went somewhere they got back and my papapa was standing outside and he said, we're moving outta this house. And they packed up and they moved out like that day. So he never will talk about what it was. I've asked him, won't say nothing, but I need to know. And I'm sure y'all wanna know too. Right. Well, that's it for our Halloween episode. I hope you have a very spooky Friday and get all of the candy and all of the treats you GULs deserve. Until next time, keep it weird. I.