Floating Planchette, Tracked by E.T. & Michael’s Love | 473

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Listening to some other people's experiences has made me remember my own, and I wanted to share and possibly hear your thoughts. I grew up in a small, quiet village in rural New South Wales, Australia, called Nimitabel. When I was 12 or 13, my mother bought a cozy, small cottage that was painted bright blue. Nothing seemed out of place or sinister about this place. The previous occupant had been a nice older woman who I remember sold it to be closer to family in Melbourne. This house had a brilliant history, being one of the first buildings in Nimitabel and over 200 years old when my mother bought it. For the first year or so of living there, nothing out of the ordinary happened. There were a few bumps and creaks in the night, but that happens with old houses. I remember vividly my first ever paranormal experience. I was around 14 or so. I remember being in quite a deep sleep when I was awoken suddenly by this creeping sensation that someone was peering at me through the crack in my door. I sat up and looked over, and sure enough, I could see the glint of two very human eyes peering at me. At the time, I thought this was my brother, who sometimes would wake up in the early hours of the morning to watch TV. I only learned a few weeks later from my mother, though, that my brother had actually gone to sleep in her room, as he had a nightmare. I never saw the eyes again, but I had a feeling that at nighttime, something was watching me from various spots in the house. Other than those feelings, though, nothing happened to me personally ever again. Until I was 16. This was during the massive ghost hunting hype on YouTube in 2016, if anyone remembers. One of the main videos that I had seen was Ouija board videos. Now by this point, I had totally forgotten about those eyes, so I didn't think anything would happen if I played with the board in my own house. One night in mid-2016, myself, my best friend Harry, and my brother decided to make our very own Ouija board. We chose a bit of old wood and carved the letters into the board, adding a Y for yes and an N for no, and we carved a planchette out of a branch that fell off of a tree in my backyard. After making the board, we all sat down at the desk in my bedroom, quickly googling the rules, and we began to play. I can't remember our first question, but I do remember our second question. To test if any of us were removing it ourselves, Harry asked a question that neither my brother nor I would have known. He asked, What did my dad say to me the last time that we were together? I remember it taking a moment before it slowly began spelling out, Nothing. He's dead. At this point, I remember his face draining of color, almost pearly white. He looked terrified. Without warning, he just let go, and then went home. I later learned that the last time that he had been near his dad, technically, was when he was visiting his grave. My brother also let go of the planchette and got up and went after Harry, which left me playing by myself. I knew the rules. You never play by yourself. I specifically remember not asking anything when it spelled out P-L-A-Y. At this point, I was pretty freaked, because this had solidified my belief in the paranormal. There was no one else to move the planchette. Just me. I quickly said goodbye and ended it, hoping that that would be the end of it. But boy, was I wrong. This started a series of events that I tried to push out of my mind, as well as a frightening appearance of shadow people to my sister. For several months after this, my bed, which is one of those with the desk underneath, would squeak and shake at exactly 10.13pm every night. Things would go missing from my room and then reappear exactly where I had left them. I would also hear someone calling my name, but I could not recognize the voice. However, this didn't deter my stupid teenage self. There were lots of stories about ghosts and creatures in the village, and while most of them were just urban myths that were passed down and spread amongst the teens and young adults of the village, some did have a bit of truth to them. One that caught my attention the most was one where a man had unfortunately ended his own life by hanging himself from a tree in his own backyard. Now by this point, I was smart enough not to believe this straight away, so I tried to find some information on this, as my head seemed to think that this had happened at my own house in my backyard, because mine was the only backyard with trees big enough to even hold a human's weight. I eventually found proof of this happening as a couple returned home on the 31st of March in 1924 to find one of their employees hanging in a bedroom of their house. I have included a link to the news article for you as well. I could not find any evidence of this happening in my house, though. I did try the Ouija board one more time with my friend Harry and another friend Hannah, but more so for curiosity. We started by saying hello and asking if anyone wanted to talk. Almost immediately, it went to yes. We then asked if they had died in the house, and it stayed on yes. I then asked, and I'm glad I did, how they died. Now, I could not believe my eyes, and neither could the others when this happened. But we swear to God, the planchette rose up in the air before throwing itself into the corner of the room. I heard a laugh in my skull, and I remember nothing else. I didn't black out, I just can't remember, and my body tells me that I don't want to. I then asked Harry and Hannah if they remembered, but they said that they both didn't want to remember either. All I do know is that the last thing that I remember is that I got on my knees for the first time, and I prayed to God to protect me. Eventually, I stopped messing around with this stuff, and between the ages of 16 and 18, my friends and I continued to investigate stories that we had heard, or even explored the many ruined and abandoned houses of the countryside to learn their stories. My bed only stopped shaking when I finally rather than being angry got so annoyed that I got out of my bed and for whatever reason I spoke to the air in the corner of my room and I said will you please just piss off? From that point on, I never had a bad experience in that house again. I moved on. I met a girl, got married, and I had a son. The experiences that we had after my mother had moved out and my wife and I moved in were quite pleasant. We saw signs and felt the presence of a young spirit, who, for whatever reason, we called Tom. The only aggression that we ever had with him was with our pets. We had two cats and a dog. At first, Tom didn't like the cats, and he kept trying to drop pictures from the walls on them. But eventually he warmed up, and I swear, sometimes when my cats were purring on the couch, it almost looked like their fur was being moved in a way that a hand was petting them. Tom also didn't like our dog at first. One night, our dog just kept barking at a door window until we heard a loud thud and then a whimper. My wife swears it looked like he got kicked. My son also used to wave at the air, so we assume that it was Tom. We like Tom very much. We no longer live in that house, and the day that we decided to move, we believe that Tom moved on as well, as I went back many times to clean the place up and fix things, and I did not feel his presence. In the end, the blue cottage became an empty old house. I'm just glad that Tom replaced all the memories of fear that were associated with those spirits, and became a part of our family almost. I don't regret exploring my house. In fact, it just left me with more questions. Why was it so easy for the mischievous spirits to enter the house and play with my bed? And, when did Tom arrive? I remember someone saying once that their house was a portal to the other side, and it just took someone to invite them, for them to cross over. Thank you for reading this. I have many other stories of experiences of my friends exploring and looking into the paranormal that I would like to share, and I'm glad that I wrote this down, so that one day I can tell my kids these stories. All the best. Brendan I have added a link to the news article that Brendan mentioned in the show notes. Our next experience comes to us from Lisa, and her experience is called Possibly Tracked by Aliens. Lisa says, Hi Nick, I love the podcast. I have a bunch of stories I'd like to share, but I'm going to break them up into different groups and send you them in different emails. The first couple stories, I'd say, are possible UFO sightings or unexplainable events. This first story took place about 30 years ago in the late 90s in Michigan. I used to remember more details like the time of night and how long the whole event took, but after all this time, I've forgotten those details. I was 19 or 20 years old with a friend that I'll just call T. We were hanging out at her friend's apartment between New Baltimore and Algonac, Michigan. T was living with her grandparents in Richmond, Michigan at this time. I'm giving a lot of details for where this happened, with the hopes that someone listening might have seen strange things in the area as well. After hanging out, we were driving to her grandparents' house, and I was going to spend the night with her. The drive should have only taken 20-30 minutes. We were on Palms Road, and we were only going to be on that road for around 3 miles, and then turn left onto 26-mile road. As we were heading up Palms Road, in the rearview mirror I noticed an orange light in the distance. We didn't pass by any construction zones or traffic lights, and this area was pretty rural back then. This light seemed to stay some distance behind us as we continued to drive. We thought it was strange, and we were talking about it while looking for our turnoff of that road, but we couldn't find 26-mile road. It was the only bigger road with the traffic light in the area, so it should have been impossible to miss. We started to freak out a little and were joking around that it felt like we were in the twilight zone. We never saw another car or person. I also remember joking that we were going to drive straight into the mouth of a UFO. Now, I can't remember how long that light stayed behind us, but it was there for a while. Eventually, Palms Road ended at a crossroad where you could only turn left or right. There was some wood straight ahead, and there was a wooden street sign nailed to a tree and broken with the right side of it hanging down. I had never seen a street sign like that before. It was a little strange. We figured that we had somehow passed our turn long ago, so I turned left, and we eventually found her grandparents' house. I remember thinking, Wow, that took us way too long to get home. I can't actually remember how long anymore, but it was well over an hour for sure. I do remember thinking that there was some missing time. Not a lot, but some for sure. But here is where things get really strange. As we walked into her grandparents' house, her grandma and their dog came to greet us. The dog started barking at us and wouldn't come anywhere near us. That was strange in itself, and then the dog peed on the floor out of fear, which was even stranger. Her grandma was shocked because the dog had never peed in the house before, and that freaked us out even more. That's all I remember from that night. Now let's fast forward a couple of years. I had a strange burning sensation one day right behind my ear, right next to where the ear meets your skull. It burned like someone was holding a lit cigarette against my skin. It lasted maybe an hour or so, but I don't remember that detail. I had a friend look, and she said that there was a small scar there that was raised up and looked slightly inflamed. I could even feel it with my finger. That burning happened once more a couple years later, and once again, the scar was raised a little, and it was very obvious to the touch. I would joke around that maybe that orange light was a UFO and that they implanted a tracking device behind my ear and whenever they were using it to collect data, that's when it burned. Crazy, I know. I don't think I truly believe that, but I have no other explanation. The burning has not happened in about 25 years and I can no longer feel the scar. My second possible UFO sighting happened right around the time that the scar burned for the first time. I was driving home alone, and I stopped at a red light. Once again, I was in a somewhat rural area. This is when I noticed a green light high in the sky that was bouncing around the entirety of my field of vision through my windshield. It moved super fast up and down, and side to side in crazy zigzag patterns, and then it just shot straight out into space, and then disappeared. It all happened in a matter of seconds. However, I remember feeling a sense of calm. I'm wondering if anyone else has experienced that burning sensation from something unexplained. And if so, please reach out. Thanks for listening, and I'll send my other stories soon. Our next experience comes to us from Bill. Bill's experience might be unsettling for some listeners, and discretion is advised. Bill says I was abducted by aliens when I was six I 56 now I sharing this because it may help someone else who went through what I did A face would appear in our kitchen window, and I would freeze in terror. This happened often. Once, I awoke on a ship. I assume it was a ship, and four hybrid aliens were holding me down and taking samples with a syringe the size of a turkey injector. They were ramming it into my upper chest at the sternum area. They wore a grayish-black outfit, and they had a sickly yellow skin color, almost jaundiced. They were about six feet tall. They held my legs and torso as I kicked and screamed. One of them simply watched. I looked to my right, and I saw my brother screaming and crying and looking at me. It was terrible. I still see his long hair and face screaming and crying. This was in June of 1974, as I remember. Again, I was six. The military has a technique called mental blocking, where you separate yourself from yourself when in terrific pain or dire circumstances. I did so unwittingly. I blocked him out, and in his place I put Robin, from Batman and Robin. I was six, and I didn't know any better. I still have those phantom pains from that experience to this day. The proof that all this happened was later I saw my brother drawing, and he was very gifted. He was drawing the faces from my experience, and when I asked him what they were, he said that they were demons. When I asked to see the drawings, he said no, and he put them away, as if to protect me. I have also had significant health issues which are generally associated with abductions. appendicitis, diabetes, sorcoidosis, two double organ transplants, and cancer over the period of my life afterwards. I repressed the memories until college. That's when I saw an image on a book cover that my friend had. It was an alien hybrid. I pointed at it in fear, and I went pale. I have never read Communion, or even saw the movie. The hair on my chest went white in the area of the injection or stabbing when I was 17. And it remains that way. As I write this, I still feel the pains in my chest. They never stop. They're not always intense, but sometimes they are. The white hair was in a perfect upside-down triangle in the place where they jammed the syringe. I have no idea what they wanted. I was six, and I didn't have the mindset to ask. Criticize me. Accuse me. But this happened. It's crazy to speak of this, but I'm hoping that it helps someone else. It's all that I can do. It doesn't affect my spiritual beliefs. This happened. Before I continue, please consider showing your support by subscribing, sharing, and giving the podcast a positive review. You can also visit me on Patreon, buy me a coffee, or PayPal, where you can make a donation or become a member. You can even join my Patreon for free and get access to future updates. And of course, just being a listener is the best support of all, and I'm grateful to have you here. Now, please stay tuned, and I'll be right back after these brief messages. Starting a business can be overwhelming. You're juggling multiple roles, designer, marketer, logistics manager, all while bringing your vision to life. Shopify helps millions of business sell online. Build fast with templates and AI descriptions and photos, inventory and shipping. Sign up for your 1 euro per month trial and start selling today at shopify.nl. That's shopify.nl. It's time to see what you can accomplish with Shopify by your side. Our next experience of the night comes to us from Angel. And Angel's experience is called Puppy Nanny. Angel's experience mentions the topic of drug overdose and death and discretion. is advised. Angel says, Hi Nick, I love your show. I have always had abilities as long as I can remember. I have also had premonition dreams my entire life, so the paranormal has never disturbed me. However, my story strangely doesn't have to do with a dream this time. At the time, I was sharing my apartment with my roommate. He had a younger brother named Michael who had addiction issues due to a severe car accident, and Michael had just been released from prison. With the understanding that he was clean and stayed that way, he could stay with us. At the time, I had a four-month-old Daniff puppy, a Great Dane-English Mastiff mix, named Vito. Michael was wonderful with Vito, and Vito was good for him and his recovery. I jokingly referred to Michael as my puppy nanny, as he would feed and walk Vito while I was at work. Vito loved Michael, and they were besties. I will call Michael and his brother Andrew Vito's brothers, since I was the mom of the house. Michael lived with us for almost a year when he overdosed in our apartment, with me finding him passed away. The pull to the drug was too strong. It was heartbreaking for everyone, especially my sweet one-year-old Vito, who was so confused as to where his big brother was at. My roommate usually stays at his girlfriend's house 90% of the time before and after his brother's death, so it was usually just Vito and I in the apartment. I would walk by the boys' bathroom where Michael had died, only to see the door was open. That door stayed closed to keep my mischievous puppy out of there, so I would shut the door and continue with what I was doing. But as I walked by the door again, the door would once again be open. Our doors did not open on their own, and they were very secure. Again, I shut it and went on, thinking that that was odd. I would be in bed, and I would hear doors open and close, as would Vito, who would sit up in bed and look at the door. So I texted my roommate, and I asked him if he had come home, but he said that he was at his girlfriend's house. He then asked me why, and I told him what I had heard. He asked me if I wanted him to come over, but I assured him that I was fine. One night, Vito and I were watching TV alone. We had a long hallway from the front door to the living area, which is where we all played fetch with Vito. Vito got off the couch and went midway down the hall, and he was in my sight the entire time. He stood there facing towards the door, and he would tilt his head as if someone was talking to him. He sat down in the middle of the hall, still tilting his head from side to side. I asked him what he was doing, but he ignored me, still sitting and tilting his head. Finally, I said, Is your brother talking to you? And this is when he turned his head as if to say, you can see him too? These things continued for months. Michael and I shared a love for coffee, and one morning, while Michael was still alive, the coffee maker stopped working. I went down to Duncan to get a coffee, and I told Michael when he got up that it was broken. Later, he told me that he had fixed it. Well, months after his passing, the coffee maker quit working once again. I tried everything, but nothing worked. So I said, Michael, can you please fix the coffee maker again? Well, I was on the other side of the kitchen when it started brewing coffee. I then thanked Michael and I poured a cup of coffee My roommate was broken from the loss of his little brother and when I told him of all the things that I experienced he questioned why Michael never showed him any signs. He was worried that I was scared, but I assured him that it was just Michael, and that he loved both me and Vito, and that we were safe. I think he knew that I was open to hearing him, as was Vito, and being the quote-unquote mom, I would convey all of it to Andrew. At one point, I was at a music festival and I had bought some sage, and since we had been having horrible luck over the last couple years, I decided to do a cleansing. I had started saging the apartment and was halfway through the living area when it dawned on me that this would release Michael as well. I was saddened at the thought of not having Michael with us, but I wanted him to go to the light. We never again had any further visits, so I'm sure that Michael is finally at peace. Thank you for listening. Angel. Our next experience is from, and I might be saying this wrong, Kasnell. And their experience is called The Unseen Guest. Kasnell says, Back in 2016, when I was a 29-year-old woman, something eerie happened. We had settled into this house a year or two earlier. Coming from Sri Lanka, it's common for grown-up children to live with their parents until marriage, so I was living with my parents in this house. One night, I fell asleep in my bedroom, having forgotten to turn off the light. My dad, checking in on me, switched the light off and quietly left the room. I woke up when he entered the room, watching him turn off the light, and then close the door. A few seconds later, I felt a distinct weight pressing down on my bed beside my head and creating a dent in my mattress. The room was pitch dark, so I couldn't see a thing. My heart began to race, and a chill ran down my spine. Startled and filled with dread, I shot up and frantically switched on the light, my eyes darting around the room. The familiar glow of the bulb flooded the space, but there was no one there. From that night on, I made sure to sleep with a small night lamp. But the story does not end there. I didn't share this incident with my parents immediately, but one day during a car ride, I decided to tell them. To my shock, my mom revealed that she had experienced exactly the same thing, not once, but multiple times. My dad, however, had never encountered anything unusual. My mom even mentioned seeing something or someone moving in her peripheral vision when she was home. Neither of us ever experienced these things outside of that house, leading us to believe that it was haunted. Unnerved, my mom and I were eager to leave, and after a couple of years, we finally moved to a new home. Our next experience comes to us from Stephanie, and Stephanie's story is called Ghost. I've always felt connected to paranormal presences, and also, being an empath, I pick up a lot of emotions from places and people. My first encounter with a ghost figure was when my son was four. He had awoken me out of my sleep and told me that a man was following him. My son then pointed to the entryway of the doorway to my bedroom, and there stood a full figure of a man, dressed in a full dark suit, maybe six foot, and no face, just a dull figure. I didn't know how to react, so I reached down for my glasses, put them on, And then I looked back, and he was gone. My husband then woke up, but didn't think anything of it. He said that it was probably me just seeing things without my glasses, but my son saw the exact same thing. It was almost 4 a.m. when this happened. Fast forward to about 2021, and I started a job at a convenience store, and it was a nice job. The store had a good-sized shopping area, deli, and a small bathroom in the back with a twist-knob lock. There was also another bathroom in the video lottery room. I was training for night shifts and closing to be a keyholder, so I was working with someone and I had to use the bathroom. I went back to the employee bathroom and I washed my hands and went to leave, and I felt a cold rush and chill go up my spine. It took my breath away. I was scared and I tried to unlock the door, but the knob didn't budge either way. I twisted and twisted, but nothing happened. The chill finally went away after what felt like five minutes, but must have only been maybe 30 seconds. This is when I was able to breathe, and the door relaxed on its own, and I ran out and told my co-worker. This is when she told me that she had a very similar experience in the game room bathroom when she had a breathtaking chill, and the door was shut and would not budge, and she had vivid visions of her dogs being hurt in front of her. Eventually, the visions ended, and the door opened. She then called home, and her dogs were throwing up randomly, and she then took them to the vet. But everything was fine. After closing by myself, I saw visions of a man from time to time around certain shelves, and also in the cooler. He also made the camera sensitive, and we could see slight movement on the camera whenever he presented himself. I lasted almost six months at that store. I felt that this presence was evil or demonic, and it was not happy to have people around. I live in Wheeling, West Virginia. I love your podcast. I found it on Pandora, and I don't listen to any other podcast now. And please continue to talk and share experiences with the world and followers. Stay safe, and thank you for reading my story. And if anyone has had a similar experience, please don't hesitate to contact me. Before I bring tonight's episode to an end, I'd like to thank all of our experiencers for coming forward with their stories. And of course, I truly appreciate each and every one of you for listening and showing your support. And I'll be back soon with more tales of the unexplained. And until then, please remember, don't wait for the unknown to come to you. Get out there. and find out. Thank you. We'll see you guys before we move on.