Haunting Dreams: Real Ghost Stories and Shadow Men

That's I saw it. The shadow Man sized moving across the far wall. 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. I'm your host, Michelle Newman. This podcast features true stories from our callers that will send shivers down your spine and leave you questioning the existence of the afterlife. So grab a cozy blanket, turn down the lights. Hey, Michelle, I want to name. I want to remain anonymous, but I do have a ghost story for you. I was on vacation with my husband. We were going to go hiking. It was just like a weekend away. We went out into the countryside of Washington State to this little town called Index, and we stayed at this place called the bush House Inn. And it's adorable. It looks like it's from another time. It's the perfect place to go hiking. It's a very cute little place. Anyway, that night, after we've been hiking all day, we go back to our room and we'll go to sleep, and I have this crazy dream. And in this dream, I find out my husband has died, and so I decide I'm going to jump out the window instead of living without him. And this was such a real dream, like it was so this role, and I was so sad and I was so determined to end my own life that I woke up and my husband was just asleep next to me, and everything was fine, and I, you know, I call myself down, and I realized it was just a dream. But the next morning, I get up and I'm flipping through some of the literature they have in the lobby, and I find this book and the bush House in is in this book, and one of the ghosts, and there's a ghost story about a woman here, And the most famous ghost story about the bush House in about this place is it's about a woman who heard that her husband died in a mining accident, but it wasn't true, but it was already too late, and she'd taken her own life. And so that had been my whole dream. And I I just met chills up and down my body. Thank you, Anonymous. Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference between a dream and a haunting. Our collar dreamed she lost her husband, only to find out later that her vision matched the most famous legend at the bush House Inn folklores call this a place memory haunting, when a story seems to settle into a building and replay in the minds of those who visit. People all over the world report the same things and inns, castles, motels. So, listeners, what do you think. Did she catch a glimpse of the old story in the literature sitting around the hotel or was it something whispering in her ear from the beyond. Hear me show? This is Emily. I'm from Chicago. The story happened last summer. I was home alone. I was sleeping, and you know, I heard this noise outside my bedroom and I swear I thought it was my cat, and so I just like rolled over and went back to bed and went back to sleep. I kept feeling this tapping on my foot, and I thought it was my cat, and I was just like, I kept pulling my foot away, being like, you know, stop. It happened like two or three times where I just felt this like a tap on my foot, and I was like, all right, I'll get up. I'll get up and feed you. And so I get up and the cat is like nowhere to be seen. And I walked downstairs and the front door was wide open. So I went and I shut the door, and then I went into the kitchen and the cat was sitting there asleep in the kitchen. So I don't know what happened. I don't know what was tapping my foot. I don't know if it was a normal or something weird. But the yeah, that was just a weird thing that happened to me last summer. Anyway, I love the show. Thanks again for listening. Thank you Emily for your story. It hits close to home because it's one of those stories that's quiet and ordinary until it isn't. Was Emily's visitor just a draft, a burglar who never was, or something darker testing the boundary of her home. Hi, I'm Sabrina Wou and I'm calling in from Los Angeles and I'm here to tell you a ghost story. I grew up in Michigan, and I never really saw a ghost, but for the longest time, I was always so scared to go into my own home, like especially in my own childhood bedroom and certain rooms in my house we lived like in the woods. I was always hearing noises that I would attribute to like, oh, there must be like a squirrel, like a bird, like tapping on stuff. And that's what I would tell myself. In my childhood bedroom, I always sort of felt like there were specific corners or like right before bed, I felt like malevola energy like was watching me and like was gathered just like in this one corner kind of like where you could just kind of stare directly into my bedroom. And I think I do think it was functually related. There was something about like our house was was set up in a way where like my childhood bedroom, like if you walked up the stairs, it was just a straight shot. It was just like a straight shot to like to downstairs. And my home was pretty open like in general, so it was like all this open air and then it all funneled into my room. Also, I was above a garage, and that's pretty bad energy just in general. I mean, like was it ghosts or was it carbon monoxide poisoning me slowly but surely, I don't know. I used to do all sorts of rituals, like even as a child before I really knew why, to like try to ward off the bad spirits. Like I again barely ever went to church, but somehow I was always praying to the Christian Lord to police banish whatever evil spirit was in the office, because I was trying to do homework and it was like the only way I could kind of find peace, Like when I was feeling just so freaked out by certain rooms in the house. You know, I don't know, you know, everyone else thought I was being paranoid, like in my own family. But I will say that later in life, I told my mom that I always felt like our home was haunted. And then I came home and suddenly there were sage scented candles everywhere in our house. And I was like, wait, Mom, did you get those stage scented candles because I felt like the house was haunted and she said not no, so so I do think that's why they were there. And since then, the energy in the home has shifted a lot, so, you know, I do sort of wonder if there were some like negative energies in our home, especially from listening to Michelle talking the podcast that sometimes you just know from like just like creepy energy where your hair sticks up, and I think, just I don't know, it's just the thing I've been thinking about lately since like I've entered a lot of homes where my hair doesn't stick up, and it does feel just interesting to me that maybe I was picking up on something. Thank you Sabrina for calling in again. Children are often dismissed for saying a room feels bad or corner feels watched, But experience tells us the children are a lot closer to the unseen before we teach them not to be. My name's Elijah. I'm from Tennessee and I live just outside of Kentucky. Now. I have been preaching for over twenty years. This is something I don't usually talk about. There's a house just by the railroad tracks, right near the bend in the river. Folks in town call it the Cursed House. I always thought that was just gossip, But then one of my young couples from church moved in and they started here and walking heavy steps up and down the hallway every night, always stopping right outside their bedroom door. So they asked me to come pray over the place, and I did. I walked in. It was quiet, too quiet. I went room to room reading from the Psalms, and when I stepped into the back bedroom, I saw it the shadow man sized moving across the far wall. And I'll tell you what Michelle. There was no light in that room, no lamp, no shadow through the window. The air got thick, like the whole house was pressing on my chest. I don't know what it was, but I can tell you it wasn't the Lord standing there with me. And I finished my prayer, left with the couple, and I've never been back. I'd help that couple find any place to live. And to this day, when I'm driving past that bend in the river, I keep my eyes on the road. Thank you, Elijah, Your voice is lovely. Elijah did what priests have done for centuries. He read the psalms out loud, not to drive anything away, but to claim the space for the light. Still, he admits he's never gone back, and sometimes faith isn't about getting rid of the darkness. It's about knowing when to find a new place to live. Hi, this is Indy Kitchen from Amon, Indiana. Came eat her when my brother just now reminded me of a dress story that happened to me back in the fifth grade, back in school, I was at Willer in Elementary School in Streetway, Indiana. Well, anyway, I wanted to say a story about what happened to the thrill I knew from another school. She wasn't from Willard, but she was from another school. Anyway, I met her at the library. Her name was Sarah Miller and she was in the same grade when we became fast friends. And anyway, she would have followed me home from school every day except when my mom would give me a ride. We have her ride home. Well, anyway, one day Sarah Miller appeared and she looked pale. It was in the winter time, around the first of December, and she appeared pale, and everything I said Sarah was born, she wouldn't. She was always wearing of bread. Bread was her favorite colored red overtoat red dress brand, La Tards, red shoes, giral shoes, a hat. She even like red purse every day. But anyway, she was ware of Her favorite thing was of red mittens in the wintertime, and her mother had made them and that's why she thought it was so special. But anyway, one particular day I said to Sarah, would she like to have her ride home? My mother had to take me to doctors Floetman and we thought we get her right, and she nodded, and she followed me out to the far and then halfway towards the car, my mom says, where's your friend? I thought she was with me, and I looked behind me in the shoe prints had stuff right in the middle of the yard of the school yard. So it was an end that when we went to that state, asked him what happened to Sarah Miller? And even though she didn't go to school, she was hill in a car wreck not far from the schools. So that's what happened to the josted Sarah Miller. That's not a real name, but I gave her that name. But I'm haunted to this day by Herselman. Anyway, be on the lookout for Sarah Miller if you're ever in Speedway, Indiana. And in the wintertime she wears the teller's red red, mind's red everything. And in summer streets who wears red too, so you can't miss her. Well anyway, thank you for listening. Thank you Cindy for calling in again. Cindy's memory of a childhood friend named Sarah, always dressed in red, carries us to one of the most enduring ghost story archetypes, the Lady in Red, from London theaters to American highways, stories tell of a woman in crimson clothing suddenly appearing only to vanish. Folklore suggests red symbolizes both love and tragedy, making these figures unforgettable. Cindy later learned that Sarah had died in an accident. Psychologists might call it a child's way of processing grief, but the footprints in the snow stopping midyard sound exactly like what ghost hunters call a crisis apparition, the spirit appearing at the moment of death and maybe someone who doesn't fully know they're dead yet. If you're ever in Speedway, Indiana, do as Cindy Warren's watch for the girl in Red. That's all we have this week, folks. Do you have a ghost story? Call seven oh one four eight four two six six six. That's seven oh one four eight four two six six six, or go to tellmea Ghoststory dot Com and leave your story there. Thank you to all the callers who left messages this week, and as always, I'm your host, Michelle Newman signing off. See you next week. Might have been it