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My friend Jason and I love to explore abandoned and forgotten buildings, and usually things always run smoothly. Any paranormal experiences are easy to dismiss, such as temperature drops, bangs, and doors opening and closing, etc. These places are ancient, and all the windows are smashed, so there's always drafts. But this is one instance I still cannot wrap my brain around or figure out for the life of me. We went to explore an abandoned mental asylum, and the layout was pretty simple. There were five floors and a basement, and the top floors are built exactly the same. There's a main room when you first enter with the nurses' stations. To the left and right are long hallways with doors to the patients' rooms. At the end of these hallways are smaller stairwells to the other floors, and straight ahead are double doors to a common living area. It's important to note that the first floor was built differently, so it would be easily recognizable, and this is the floor that we entered on during that day, around noon. We explored for about an hour and a half with no issues, and almost all the rooms were unlocked except the fifth floor's left-hand long hallway. The door was locked, and when we tried looking for the broken window on the first floor that we came in from, is when things got weird. We started from the fifth floor, and we made our way down to the first, but when we opened the door, we were met with another floor identical to the top four, so we figured we miscounted the steps, and that we were actually on the second, and we needed to go down one more. So we did, and we were met with the basement. Confused, we went up one, and again another identical floor, so we decided to go across this floor and to the other stairwell. We go down one, and we see the basement, so we go up one, but there was no first floor. It's as if the first floor was completely gone. As we keep going up and down these stairs, I'm noticing that everything is the same. The graffiti on the wall, and the empty beer can jammed in the corner of the railing. I bring this up to Jason, and he says that we're just confused, because this place is built strange. But when I ask him how two separate stairwells are identical down to the graffiti and litter, he had nothing to say. Well, we start to panic. We're going up and down, opening these doors, and seeing the same floors, crossing over, going from main stairways to both of the side stairways, and we are met with the same set of stairs, no matter what door we open. The same graffiti, same beer can, no matter what floor we thought we were on, or what door we thought we opened. After what seemed like 30 minutes of this, we tried to call some friends to come and help us find our way out, but there was no cell service on our phones, and the battery had been drained to just about nothing, which is impossible since we were at 100% when we came in. We then opted to put our phones on PowerSaver and not to use them to conserve battery until we got some service. All the other doors to the outside were locked, and the windows had metal bars since it was a mental hospital. The one broken window on the first floor was impossible to reach. Now, Jason told me there was no way it's the same stairwell, and someone must have set things up to freak people out. So he tells me to stay in the stairwell and that he will go to the other one to confirm we aren't going crazy. Well, I was at what should have been the first floor. There was only one flight of stairs under me and I was standing next to the beer can and I wait for him to come climbing back down laughing in a few minutes to tell me the stairwells just look the same but are actually different somehow. However, that's not what happened. He went up to the top floor across the two long hallways and over to the other stairwell. Now, it's impossible for me to be exactly where he is about to open, but as he went up four floors and across the building, he opened the doors, and when he saw me, he went white. It felt like the air was pushed out of my lungs, as I could see that behind him was a big red number five, which was the marker for the floor. I then looked behind me and down, And I was now looking at multiple flights of stairs below me, which was impossible. I hadn't moved from the spot that he left me in, and I had only one flight of stairs below me previously. Well, we are now full-blown panicking and freaking out at this point. We try smashing windows as close to the ground as we could, but we couldn't get through the metal, and to be honest, the drop from the second floor would have broken bones, but we were ready to at that point. We endlessly go back up and down and across, and I suggest that we break down the door on the fifth floor that was locked, and we try to use that stairwell. However, when we get to it, the glass window in that door was now completely shattered, and we could put a hand through and unlock it. We get to that stairwell, and it's completely untouched. No graffiti. No beer can. Nothing. It's completely clean. And instead of entering the first floor, it let us outside. Right before opening the door, we could still see daylight through the windows. But as soon as we opened the door, it was pitch black darkness, and it was now 2 a.m., according to our phones. This was impossible. We couldn't have spent more than four hours in that building. Yet here we were full-on running back to his car in almost complete darkness, and missing ten hours We still can figure out what that was or how it was possible Maybe some entity was playing a joke for its own amusement or maybe we got lucky enough to find our way out instead of what could have been. I'm curious as to what you think this was. Thank you for listening, and I'm sorry if this was confusing. It's just as hard to type it out as it was trying to break free from this loop. Heather, like you mentioned, it could have been some type of energy or presence that was affecting yours and Jason's judgment. It could have been somehow clouding your minds and making you think that you were in a particular spot when you really weren't. However, a time loop does seem to be a likely explanation. I've never personally experienced anything quite like this, but perhaps someone listening has. And if so, hopefully they'll reach out and share their experience. Thanks again for writing in. Our next experience comes to us from Nancy, and Nancy calls her experience, Virginia I-80. Hi Nick. First, thank you for a safe place to talk about our extraordinary experiences. I have had paranormal experiences as long as I can remember, and I usually just accept it for what it is. A little about myself, I own a private pet transport company, so I travel all over the country. There is a weird thing that happens to me every time I'm on I-80 going through Virginia. I'm not sure where it starts or where it ends, but it's like time slows down. It's hard to explain, but it's like I will have 18 hours to my destination, and I will drive what seems like hours, and yet I will still have 16 hours to go. Once I'm out of Virginia, it's all back to normal. I don't understand what is happening. It's almost like a time glitch. If anyone has experienced this or knows what is going on, please let me know. Again, thank you, Nick. Our next experience comes to us from Grace, and Grace calls her experience The Unknown Shadow. Grace says, Hello, Nick. I've recently discovered your podcast, and it's fantastic. I love hearing about your listeners' experiences with the paranormal. which makes me feel less alone when experiencing one myself. My first experience was when I was in high school. To give you some context, I had quite a large group of friends, and we all got along really well. We never really had any arguments. One of my friends, who I'll name H, had a very traumatic childhood. One of her family members died when she was at a very young age, and she believed that she could still feel that person's spirit when she was at home, and sometimes even at school. Now, I'm not a person who usually believes ghosts or spirits surround us, but one day, me and H were being surrounded by spirits. We were walking down the corridor, and H was talking about the deceased family member as it was coming up to their birthday. One minute she was talking about them, and then she just randomly stopped. I asked if she was okay, but she didn't respond. She only stared at the people in front of us while walking. Her mouth was slightly open, so I nudged her, and I said, Hey, what is it? She finally closed her mouth, and she looked at me. When she looked at me, all she said was, They are here. At first it didn't bother me, considering that she had mentioned on more than one occasion that she could still feel their presence. My experience with the spirits came when we got to class. We sat down in our usual seats, and the teacher gave us a few tasks to do, so we did them while talking. As me and H were talking, I suddenly became extremely cold. This wasn't the type of coldness that you get during winter, and this all happened during the summer. I'm sorry if this seems gross, but it kind of seemed to be making me cold from the inside. It was like everything that was inside of my body was cold, but my skin was not cold at all. I then looked over at H, who seemed to be experiencing the same thing, and she was just rubbing her arms, kind of as if this was a natural thing that happened to her on a daily basis. I then asked if she was cold, and she looked to me and just asked the same question to me, so I said yes, but not really. She then nodded. Confused, I told her what the coldness felt like, and she nodded again, completely understanding how I was feeling. She then told me that she experiences the same coldness, which she was experiencing now, when she said the deceased family member was present. Then, H told me to look toward the door to see if I could see anything, and to my surprise, I could. It was a very black shadow figure that looked as if it had a light in the center of its chest, sort of where the heart would be. I looked over at H, who was seeing the exact same thing as me. However, when I looked back at the door, the shadow was gone. Later that day, me and H were discussing what we saw. I then discovered that this was the spirit that H had been seeing. From that day, I have wondered if spirits can decide who they want to be visible to, because until my experience with my friend's deceased family member, I have not seen anything else. 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 one 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 comes to us from Jordan. And Jordan's experience is called... Back in 2021, I was living in my first apartment, and I was expecting an Amazon package. It was exciting stuff too, women's vitamins, and a pack of fake eyelashes. Well, the delivery date came, and I got an email saying it had been delivered, although I couldn't find any picture evidence attached. After not seeing it on my porch, I waited a day before reaching out to Amazon's chat customer service, and I was told that sometimes it shows that something is delivered but it actually is still delayed a day So anyway I ended up getting a refund after further talking to customer service and I just figured that that would be the end of it all. Well, days go by, and I didn't reorder the package, because, honestly, it was an impulse buy to begin with, so I just chalked it up to being a sign that I didn't really need the stuff like I thought. I was leaving to go and run some errands that day, and everything was normal as I walked out of my apartment, closed and locked the door behind me, and I walked straight to my car. Now, keep in mind that my car is parked only a stone's throw away from my front door. Picture my door, a very short concrete sidewalk, and then boom, there's my car. One more detail about my apartment is that per each short walkway, there are two apartment doors by each other. The doors are positioned in an L-shape together, so the doors are close enough that it would be awkwardly close to come out of your door at the same time as your neighbor, meaning that there's no way to hide anything either. So anyway, as I sit in my parked car looking for a song, I look up after selecting it, and I see an Amazon box right on my porch in front of my door. I had only just sat down in my car, so I would have seen a delivery worker, or anyone for that matter, walk past my car and to my porch with a package in their hand. As I'm getting out to grab this package, a neighbor that's one walkway over is coming outside at the same time, and there I am looking stunned. So I ask him, Did you just put a package here? Thinking that maybe he had just been coming back outside after possibly returning it. That is, if it had went to his door instead. However, he kind of looks at me confused and says, No, I haven't seen any package. So, I take the package inside to open it, only to find everything that I had ordered and been refunded for from over a week ago now. I can't stress enough that I would have seen anyone near my door from where I was parked, and there was no way that I would have missed the box on the ground as I came outside myself. Anyway, thank you to whatever alternative reality returned my now free package of goodies. The universe is always looking out for me. By the way, I love the podcast, and I listen every week as I meal prep on Sundays. I reached out to Jordan just to verify that if the package had been there when she walked out to her car, that she would have had to step over it, or possibly trip on it. And Jordan responded by saying this. Yes, I would have had to walk right over or beside to where it would have been sitting to get to my car. I would have definitely seen it, or tripped over it. Our next experience comes to us from Rob. And Rob's experience is called Phantom Noises in the Night. Rob says, Hey Nick, in all your experience collecting people's stories of paranormal encounters, have you ever come across anyone mentioning bizarre noises that seem to fill the night sky? I ask because in the summer of 2023, my fiancé and I woke in the middle of the night on a couple of occasions to very loud whooshing noises that seemed to encompass the sky. They sounded like a jet engine or rockets being launched, and they were sustained for a couple of minutes. On the first occasion, I even joked that it was North Korea finally bombing us, because it seriously sounded like we were on the launch pad of Cape Canaveral. Ever heard anyone with a similar experience? To this day, we cannot explain or even surmise what it could have possibly been, and we haven't heard it since. Rob I asked Rob for more information, And I also mentioned the similarity to a phenomenon known as sky trumpets, or skyquakes. Rob had this to say in response. I have heard of sky trumpets before. I believe there were a few cases in the province next to mine, British Columbia, and they were definitely the phenomenon that sprung to my mind when we heard them. Yet, the only similarity between those and the sounds I heard were the way they completely filled the sky, seemingly coming from all directions, as if they were in the form of Dolby Atmos surround sound that would make James Cameron jealous. I live in Calgary, Alberta, Canada, a region not particularly well known for unexplained phenomena as far as I know, and as I previously mentioned, I have never heard these sounds again since. If I had been by myself, I would have thought that I was having an LSD flashback or a mental fracture, but the fact that they woke and perplexed my fiancé as well confirmed to me that they were real. It's funny. This is one of those occurrences that tend to get tucked away in the far recesses of memory until they're dredged up again, and now that you're asking, it's like it happened yesterday. These, or rather this sound, it's hard to tell if it was a singular source or multiple, occurred around three in the morning. I don't remember if they woke myself and my fiancé up, or if we woke up naturally, and then tuned into them, but regardless, we were both like, what the hell is that noise? Again, it was like whooshing all around us, a 360-degree sound like a giant jet engine or rockets. We were on the balcony of our condo in the summertime, and we stood there for quite a while to try to discern what it was and or where it was coming from, but to no avail. It didn't subside, and we ended up just going back to bed. Of course, it was gone when we woke up again in the morning. However, it did return a few nights later, at which point we were really bloody confused. Just like the previous time, we stood there trying to figure out what it was, but it didn't go away, so we just went back to bed, and hoping that we wouldn't wake up to a mushroom cloud eclipsing the Calgary downtown skyline. Now, we tried to eliminate possibilities to try to possibly understand what it was. Our condo building has an irrigation and sprinkler system, but that's isolated to the ground level, which wouldn't explain why this was coming from all around us, up in the sky. We also have an electrical power transmitter tower not terribly far, but that normally sounds like popcorn popping if you really listen close, and there's not a lot of interfering noise, certainly nothing that could be amplified or transmuted to the level or sound that we heard. Also, there is a golf course a stone's throw away from the back green space, but much like our own sprinkler system, nothing like that could be amplified into the sky, to that level that we heard. And lastly, the city of Calgary does do street sweeping in the spring, to clear all the gravel from the roads that were laid down in the winter. But those vehicles do their job and then pass. So one would expect to hear the Doppler effect, say, like a train passing, and then it would be gone. But this sound sustained for 10 plus minutes. Also, this happened in July, long past when the city does their spring street sweeping, in May My fianc is the rational one and I am the more conspiratorial one but even she was flummoxed by what we heard which to me validated the mystery of what we heard I hope that clarifies a few things and please let me know if you need any additional information. Rob. If anyone listening has encountered something similar to what Rob experienced, please reach out to me with your story, and I'll make sure to pass it on to Rob. Our next experience comes to us from Tracy, and Tracy calls her experience, Visit from my mom. Tracy says, Hi Nick. I have many paranormal experiences, but this particular one is sentimental and tangible. Unlike many other experiences, this one left me with a precious keepsake. I am from England and moved to the United States in the late 1980s. I married an American-born guy and happily settled down and had four beautiful daughters. Unfortunately, after my travels and deciding to settle down in America, I developed a fear of flying. As such, my parents would fly to America to come and visit us to see their grandchildren on a yearly basis. My brother, who lived in England near my parents, called me to let me know that our mother became sick and was hospitalized. Crying on the phone, he said that she probably would not last 24 hours, and we may have to decide together whether we should keep her alive on machines or let her go. Understandably, I was incredibly upset. My brother and I discussed the possibility of flying to England, even though my parents years earlier had said that I should not come to visit them if anything should happen. If we pass away or even get sick, my mother would say, then there is not much you can do about it. All of us being a very practical family agreed that traveling to England for such an event would be financially distressing for us, and not necessary. However, I wanted to be there, and I wished that I could have transported myself to be at my mother's side, instantly. That same evening, my girls were busy in school, and enjoyed attending sports events and after-school activities. I volunteered at these events to help serve food at the school kitchen, and attend the games they were participating in. I decided to go ahead, as a way of distraction from the upsetting events, to attend the evening basketball game at their small rural school. I was serving a lady at the kitchen counter at halftime. I sold her a hot dog and I took her money and provided change. As I was placing her money into the cash drawer, I exclaimed that she had given us a buffalo nickel. I quickly asked if the lady wanted her coin back, as I believed it was actually worth more than a nickel. However, she declined the offer, and she asked me to keep it and then donate the value to the school for their fundraiser. I agreed to do just that, placing the nickel in a small jar on the counter to ensure that it wouldn't get mixed in with the other coins. Another volunteer behind me in the kitchen had witnessed the exchange between myself and the lady that paid with the buffalo nickel. She rushed forward and said, I'll take that. These nickels are worth something, and I collect them. I expressed my dismay, and I asked her to put it back in the jar, as the lady had requested that it be donated to the school. I was very upset, but given my worries over my mother, I decided that it wasn't worth the argument, and I let the volunteer take the nickel. I started to feel the tears well up in my eyes, and I quickly excused myself from the kitchen to get some fresh air in the school parking lot and let some emotions flow so that I could steady myself for the rest of the evening and enjoy my girl's basketball match. I thought to myself, my mom would want me to spend time with them, and not interrupt the evening. Well, the basketball game had ended, and I was driving my daughters home when I received a phone call from my brother. My heart sank as I already knew why he was calling me. My mother had passed away. After getting my daughters settled for the night, I finally crashed into bed, expecting to have a fitful night's sleep. However, I fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow. I can only assume that I was just plain exhausted at this point. In the morning, I woke at my regular time, and I immediately thought of the prior night's events. I began to get choked up, but I was distracted by a small pain on my right leg. I reached down to see what was aggravating my leg, and I felt something small pressed against it. Throwing back the cover, I sit down, and I look, only to find a silver-colored coin pressed against my thigh, and I grab it to get a closer look. It was a buffalo nickel. Quickly searching my memory of the previous night's events, I realized that the other volunteer at the kitchen definitely had taken the buffalo nickel. In my heart, I really do believe that my mother was with me in spirit at the girls' basketball game. She had witnessed the exchange between me and the other volunteer. I am unsure how this would physically happen, but I believe this was a sign, a memento, to say all is well. And I am with you. As tonight's journey comes to an end, I'd like to thank you again for joining me, and I truly appreciate each of our experiencers for sharing their stories. And if you've encountered the unexplainable, please consider sharing your experience with me at paranormalmysteriespodcast.com. All experiences, no matter how strange, are always welcome. In the meantime, I hope you have a wonderful rest of your evening, and I'll be back in a few short days with more tales of the unexplained, right here on Paranormal Mysteries. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
