September Bonus Story #3 Audio
Added 2022-10-09 20:40:33 +0000 UTCGetting our dad's take on a spooky story about a prison guard's paranormal experiences... What are your thoughts on these experiences?
ANDDD DO YOU HAVE ANY OF YOUR OWN TO SHARE?!
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Jerry!!! I have angel’s with me too, and have for what feels like my entire life. I was in a bad car accident and plenty of other dangerous situations, and it feels wrong chalking it up to luck. It’s angels, no doubt. Love it 💛💛
Caroline Wilson
2023-12-05 15:51:27 +0000 UTCalso! my boyfriends dad had an aneurysm years ago, and he said when they were loading him into the ambulance, he was just there outside his body watching the whole thing.
Alyssa Turpin
2023-08-03 18:31:30 +0000 UTCi’m a big believer in paranormal, and like your dad, I also have been surrounded by angels my whole life (i believe we all are). One story that came to mind, when I was like 2 or 3, I was over at a families house that we went to church with and they were adding stairs to their basement. but bc they were having company over they covered the hole in the floor with a rug and and moved the couch to kinda hide it. Little me, walked over, stepped onto the rug and fell straight to the cement basement floor. I would have fallen head first if my uncle hadn’t attempted to catch me and managed to get me right side up on the way down. I remember specifically, sitting in the dark basement and feeling an overwhelming sense of calm, while being told that I was okay and that everything was fine. it’s still very vivid. we are all being watched over. ❤️
Alyssa Turpin
2023-08-03 17:44:27 +0000 UTCWhen I was 12 I lived with my Dad and my stepmom for a year, I would wake up with scratch marks up and down my leg and didn’t understand why, also I would have sleep paralysis a lot and hear a creepy voice. My Dad later told me that the crosses he had hanging by the door to my bedroom belonged to a coworker that died and I still feel like this might have been haunted because I would cut my nails to make sure I wasn’t accidentally scratching myself. I even slept with Garlic one night because I was afraid of vampires for some reason ( lol) probably looking up weird stuff on the internet to help me explain it. My stepmom told me I stank the next day.
Terri
2023-06-08 16:01:29 +0000 UTCJust now listening to this one but I am a paranormal investigator and i have TONS of stories from investigations we’ve been to!
Katie Armstrong
2023-03-13 21:40:18 +0000 UTCMorgan should get in touch with you to get the other months long story and tell it on her podcast! I am sorry you had those experiences….glad you’re out of the house now!
Sophia Viller
2022-10-29 02:39:56 +0000 UTCWe need more super scary stories with Jerry now that we know he’s a believer
Sam Elliott
2022-10-10 21:33:28 +0000 UTCI don’t know if this is where I should share but I’ve got some stories that have come from growing up in what my friends have declared a haunted house. While my parents still live there, I have bought a house of my own and luckily there are no ghosties here. So here’s a few short tails from my time in a “haunted house”: When I was young my Nan gave me a vintage 3d picture. It belonged to her sister who had just passed. It was one of those 3d paper artworks of, I think, a lady knitting. I hung this picture above my bed. From the first night, I could feel what I can only describe as fingers running through my hair. I felt this every time I went to bed. It got so bad that I started to sleep with my duvet wrapped around my head like a hood. This scarred me so bad that I slept like that until I moved out. (FYI I removed that picture about a month after putting it up, but the hair stroking didn’t stop). My next story would have to be what I like to call “my midnight visit”. Now, as a teen, I had a lot of trouble sleeping. General anxiety among other things. So it wasn’t unusual for me to be the last one awake on a school night. Our house was old, small and noisy, if you can describe a house in such a way. The doors to every room opened inwards, into the rooms themselves. And they would swing back once you let go, very slowly. The doors could not swing open, only closed. This is important. One of those night that I lay awake into the early hours of the morning, I heard my door open, I didn’t look, but it must of opened about half way but the sound it made (creaky doors from a creaky house). Then, it swung shut. I, 13 and scared of everything, was instantly terrified. It felt as though a cold froze me in my spot and I couldn’t move. Then, clear as day, I felt someone sit on the end of my bed. I remember it vividly, I felt the bed divot and my body move with the weight of it. We stayed that way, the divot and I, for minutes ,I think, but maybe only seconds. Then, just as sudden as it started, the weight lifted, the door opened and then itswung shut. I could move again. I obviously didn’t sleep that night, and when I asked my family the next day, no one owned up to the visit. I have lots of other stories like this. Things moving, tvs switching on, tapping on a cupboard in the bedroom etc. there is also probably the worst experience I’ve ever had, but that story spans several months and would take about a thousand words to explain. So I will end on a short but not so sweet one. We can call it “the lady”. I am the youngest in my family. Two older brothers 4 and 6 years my senior. So, naturally I had the smallest room most of my life. This story however, takes place in the biggest room of the house. The master bedroom, the one In which my two brothers shared. Naturally when my brothers had grown up and moved out, I moved to the big room. It should have been exciting, but it wasn’t . Because the first night I ever spent in that room was when my parents had gone on holiday and my brother was staying at his girlfriends. I was home alone, or I would have been if I hadn’t convinced my boyfriend to stay. Little help was he though. Because that night, while my boyfriend slept soundly, I woke up to the site of a lady, all in shadow, standing at the edge of my bed. Of course I screamed and woke my boyfriend up. But by the time he was lucid, the lady was gone. Obviously I called my mum, who told me not to worry and the next day, while out with my brother I began to tell him the story too. Before I could get into describing the woman however, my brother stopped me. “Yeah, a skinny woman, long black hair, just stands there” he said. He told me he’s seen her too, as nonchalantly as you would tell someone you’d seen a rabbit in the garden. Of course that freaked me out more. But nothing could have scared me more than when my mum and dad came home and my mum, shifty eyed as I told my dad the same story, told me that, actually, she’d seen the woman too. She’s seen her in that very room when she slept there before any of us kids were born. She said, guiltily, that she wasn’t going to tell me until she got home. My mother, the most honest person I’ve ever met, looked me dead in the eyes and described to me in detail the slim, young woman with long black hair. I hope someone gets enjoyment out of these story because that last one actually made me feel sick while writing. Happy Halloween I guess! Here’s to trauma you can never explain to a therapist!
Lily Elborn
2022-10-09 21:47:58 +0000 UTC
