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I visited the Whispers Estate in Mitchell, Indiana, and guess what something followed me home? Actually several things. Number one, I lived with the little girl ghost called Rachel that herd of death in the Christmas tree far in the pilot of her home, and she died upstairs in her bedroom. My water crumple and that's Barbie doll to give to her that Christmas because she never had it. And now the little girl follows me and she comes to visit me quite often. Sometimes a little girl can be quite a corner. And I have another thing that followed me home. You can turn about monsters living under your bed. Well, this ghost that has assumed the shape of a crab, and it has piercing blue eyes that do there at me. It likes to hide under the bed. Thank you for listening to my story. Thank you Cindy for another great call. You've called in before about Rachel. If anyone wants to go check that out. It's called Little Rachel. It was released back in August. Hi, Michelle, this is David. I'm from Kansas City. So in my first apartment off of a big road in Kansas City. Hey, we always have weird experiences there. I always just felt like something was watching me. And I didn't think that the departments were that old, but apparently they were. And ever almost haf a little kid. I have these sleep paralysis bouts. Where I knew what it was, but it didn't quite feel like a dream. I didn't quite feel like reality, but I knew something was off about them. And one morning I went into a really bad one where I thought I was awake, but whenever I looked through the door to my bathroom or my. Closet, all I sold was blacked. I couldn't see through it, and it was right outside, so it was instantly weird. And I heard someone calling my name like in a weird in a weird whisper. I couldn't exactly tell why, but I felt it was coming towards me, coming for me in a way, and instantly freaking me out. And then I don't know where, I heard three loud thangs on my door, so I got mad, which normally didn't really happen. I got mad, and I woke up, and I said, it's coming. Who is knocking at my door right now? And I go up, But still in this dreamlike reality, I couldn't tell I felt. I felt, I felt like something more. But I go to my living room and I see these two figures and it was almost like TV static in a human shape, and they start attacking me. One gets on my back and I'm trying to fight them off, and my heart's pounding. I can't breathe freaking out the entire time. So I just started changing Jesus, telling me, Jesus, tell me, Jesus, you tell me. Tell me, Jesus tell me. And I'm not the most religious person in the world. But for whatever reason, it stopped. I woke up my bedroom and everything was fine, so I got it to start my day. I go up noticed that my door was unlocked the whole night, my front door, so. I opened it, not thinking much of it. I go outside and see about four police vehicles outside. This is probably ten am, and I asked one of my neighbors, say, what the hell's going on over here? He said, someone from the adjacent apartment complex apparently had murdered his girlfriend in the middle of the night and was running around naked. Thank you, Dave from Kansas City. I'm glad this was your first apartment and not your current apartment. My name's Brittany. I'm from Riverton, Utah. A few years. Back, my great uncle passed away, and he had never married, never had kids. He'd actually, in his later life had lived with my great grandma, and they just tended to collect a lot of things, and things were very important to them. They weren't well off, they didn't have like a big house or anything like that, but they just kind of became collectors of things. And even when my great grandma passed away, like my great uncles and my grandma put things in her casket and wanted her to have her things when she went to the next life. Well, when my great uncle passed away, the house was full, and so my husband was the real estate agent and hired some men that he's had help him, you know, on different homes, come and to help clear out a bunch of the things. Obviously the family had gone through. We decided what we wanted to keep as well as my aunts and whatnot, and everything else was stuff that we just needed to go to charity be donated whatever we had no use or purpose for it. And so this couple that ended up going through the house and cleaning it out and getting ready for it to be sold. They ended up taking several of the items from the home and bringing them back to their house, and we were totally fine with that, like no problem. Well, a couple nights later, my husband gets a phone call from the gentleman who had taken some of the items, and he said, I don't know what you want me to do with these, but I need to give them back. And he's like, whoa, whoa, whoa, Like, we told you you can have them, you don't need to give them back, and he goes, No. A lady named Ruth came to me in my dream and told me she did not want me to have her things. Now, Ruth is my great grandma, and on top of her obviously loving her things, she was very feisty and very protective. So he ended up not feeling good about keeping them. He ended up giving them back. And I actually have several items from the home that we've now put in our cabin in different places, and every time I see those items, I think, well, Grandma Baker must be okay with me hanging on to these things, because she has it come and told me that she wants them back. Thank you for your story, Brittany from Utah. This reminds me of that phrase you can't take it with you, but no one ever said you can't stay with it. My name is Sydney. I'm from Nebraska, and my haunted story is from my teen years when I lived in California. My parents were looking to rent friends of their's house and my mom took me along to see the inside, and the first thing I felt about the health was there was bad energy. She proceeded to tell me that the house was built by her friend's husband and nobody died in the house. I was very hesitant about moving into the house, but my parents ended. Up agreeing to rent it. When we first started moving things into the house, my mom told me to stay behind and unpacked my room while they went to pick up another low from our previous health. While I was unpacking, I felt like somebody was with me, but I proceeded to just keep unpacking my room. But from the corner of my eye, I saw a very large figure walk past my bedroom door quickly, but knowing I was alone, I thought maybe my older brother had came home to help him pack. I remember calling my brother's name multiple times and I got into a response. So I walked through the house, but nobody was there. I was so scared that I sat outside until my parents came home. My parents had their bedroom bathroom and the sink faced the closet and I would never look in the mirror because the mirror faced the closet. And one time I seen a lady and I can never see her face, but I saw a lady in a dress, and she scared me. To this day, I still think about her and how much she scared me. I told my parents about it, and they just told me, you know, there's nothing. Wrong with the house, blah blah blah. Well, years later, when we moved out of the house, my parents were having a conversation and they kind of told me, like, you know, you were right about the house, because every single night, that lady would come out of the closet, go to your dad's side of the bed and put her hands on his feet and to wake him up. To this day, I still think about that lady, what the house could be built on top of, and why she's stuck there. Thank you Sydney for your story. Hello, this is your Mari fro Testerdaia. So the last house that I lived in, this happened to me and I have a witness. My boyfriend was sleeping next to me. You know, we went to bed, all our ball all mine, you know, we closed the doors. I fell asleep and in my dream. I just remember waking up and seeing my room nicely still. And the door opened, and three black teakures came around me and gleeting, like around where my boyfriend was at, but the focus was on me. I remember trying to move, trying to you know, trying to scream, trying to wake up, trying to acknowledge, trying to get my boyfriend's attention, you know nothing. I then closed my eyes and I woke. Up and I was able to move. I woke up in a panic attack. So I say sleep for Alex dream because I have full people this. But the crazy part. Is that my door was actually open, and in my state of. Panic, thinking like maybe my daughters came to come. Wake me up or something, they were both asleep. I don't have animals, and we always sleep with the door closed, but that is one of the. Sweep ass that comes in for me because the door was opened, and I remember cutting my door before going to sleep. It has never happened since then, but I do get killed here and there when I'm in my room alone because. Of that night. Thank you you, Mari, were your story. Cay Michelle, this is well. I'd like to remain anonymous. But here's my story. When I was five or six, I had a dream that I was sorrowing for some reason. I was in distress, and then this angel, stereotypical angel when you think of an angel, that's what I saw, like kind of reminded me of the Statue of Liberty for some reason, that kind of clothing, that kind of figure, glowing wings. The angel went up to me and said, it's okay. Funny thing is my life was amazing. At the time. That was what felt like the problem of my life, which was really really funny because you know, I've had a lot more life than just that little bit. But in middle school, I was having a terrible time, Like I cannot tell you how crap that was for me, because no, that's when I started anxiety medication. It was a crazy time for me. So after that, everything just kind of clicked, like, oh my god, that dream that angel was talking about middle school and it happened in a Catholic church. To it clicked when I was standing inside of a Catholic church. So that's kind of like a religious spiritual story that I think is really really crazy. Thank you for calling him anonymous. Hi, Michelle, this is Erica calling back again from San Diego, California with another story. So this story actually happened when I was a toddler, I'd say five or six years old. I really want to it was one of my very earliest memories of childhood. I should start with a. Little bit of background about my family. My parents were young adults seventeen eighteen when they became pregnant and had me, and he left to say they were a toxic couple from the start, and as the years progressed in my parents' marriage, my father became more and more. Abusive with my mother, with myself. A lot of physical abuse, a lot of negativity surrounding my family for many, many years. Of my childhood as far back as I can remember. And I only breakfast that. Because I feel like that negative energy. Was definitely drawing the paranormal activity that I experienced. So when I was about five or six years old, we lived in a duplex, so it was like a big house that the owner had made into two separate homes, but you could tell that this house used to be one property at some point before they started to do the renovations and then my family moved in. I always felt a lot of paranormal activity and witnessed a lot of panormal activity in that house, and they are like I mentioned some of my. Very earliest memories as a child. I used to at nighttime, not be able to sleep and just staring at the wall of my room while I was laying on my side bed, and I would actually see faces coming out of the stucco of our walls in my room. I would see what looked like creatures or little people making faces and moving, but they were not They were in the wall. They were literally like images that would pop up in stucco. I even remember telling. Myself that I must be having a bad dream. Disclose your eyes and. Open them and it'll be gone. And many times that would work. Well. There was this one specific time where I experienced something that I'll never forget. One day, I remember again. I was about five or six years old, and my parents were sleeping in their bed, and I used to, like most children, wake up from my sleep early in the morning or in the middle of the. Night and go to my parents' bed to sleep with them because I didn't want to be alone and they left me. They would allow me. In their bed. I would sleep either between. My parents most of the time, or next to my mom. This one time, though, I remember my parents put me in between them and proceeded to fall back of sleep, and I also so sleep. Shortly after getting into bed with them. Well, I remember. Suddenly I woke up for my sleep and I was laying on. My stomach in my parents' bed. And when I opened my eyes. Because I was waking. Up from asleep, I looked down towards the mattress that I was laying on with my parents. And. The mattress was gone, and it was my father, myself, and my mother laying in this king size bed. And I could see that the mattress. Instead of being there, was almost like. An endless pit of fires, like an endless dark trench that had fire and flame coming. Upward towards us. And I was terrified. And we were just floating above it, for three of us, just the. Same way we were when we were laying in bed. And I remember thinking to myself as a five or six year old, like. Am I dreaming right now? And I looked to my left, I looked. To my right, and my parents are still sound asleep. They were unfazed by what I was seeing it was just the weirdest thing. I don't remember really how I managed to, you know, fall. Back asleep and. Realized that I was back in my parents' bed. I have since experienced other paranormal incidents, but honestly, none is terrifying as that one, because it's just so vivid in my mind. I can remember every little detail. I can even remember what my mom was wearing, what my dad was wearing in bed, and I just to this day, I can't make sense of it. I keep trying to ration it out to maybe I was just imagining things as a kid, but those memories have never changed, They've they've always stayed the same, So I am inclined. To believe that what I saw was actually there. I actually witnessed it. Thank you Erica from San Diego for calling in again with your story. 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 tell me a 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 be