Listener Tales 107: You've got probed!

Hey, weirdos, I'm Ash. And I'm Elena. And this, right here, is Morbid. Listener Tales, baby. Brought to you by you for you from you and all about you, honey. It's a little different this week or this month Because this is just an audio version this month I'm terribly sorry We have the blizzard of the century And it fucked up some of our technology Which is not fun We're a little bit just scrambling here to get some stuff done So we apologize We'll be right back to our regularly scheduled video Listener Tales next month And we already have our costumes planned so they're also really good yeah they're sitting right next to me right now me too i'm pretty excited so yeah so uh this will just be an audio version so yeah this is gonna be like old school listener tales for one episode and just like so everybody knows we won't have nicholas on during this one because what we usually do is we put the nicholas version on youtube and then like the without nicholas goes out on just like regular audio and everywhere else so since you're just listening we will not have nicholas much to our chagrin and probably a lot of other people's Yeah. But for the people who don't like Nicholas, this one goes out to you. And you're still valid. It's true. We're trying to please you all, hopefully. Yeah. And one thing I just wanted to point out was we were informed by this person that I'm about to talk to. attention to our attention that one of our listener tales that we did about dreams um i think one of them may have used this person's actual dream as their story unless they had the exact same situation which i don't know but either way this person's name is sarah james middleton you can find her on instagram the person who's like dream that was possibly taken yes she's on instagram for and her handle is under the capricorn sun so immediately i was like gamesy game um she shares all this really cool like lucid dreaming content but she shares it because she lucid dreams a lot and i think she shares it as like kind of a catharsis and therapeutic way for her so it felt pretty violating that somebody else kind of took her dream and pretended it was theirs so that's not cool don't do that yeah don't do that um have your own dreams and if you're sending us dreams they should be yours yeah um because obviously and she she was so sweet about it but i wanted to make sure that she got recognized about this and that she was acknowledged that that was her dream um and that you should follow her because she has like cool shit on her page alina told me about this last week and i followed her yeah some of her stories are wild really wild and she also does like amazing costuming and fashion and she's really cool follow i really highly suggest you find her it's sarah james under the capricorn sun on instagram and again her stuff is really cool to follow and we just want to acknowledge like don't don't take other people's like stuff and pretend it's yours yeah that's plagiarism i thought we all knew that but i guess we do have to say sometimes you just need reminders especially dreams that that can feel very violating someone stealing like your literal dream that your dream came up with eat like a couple pieces of dark chocolate before bed and you're sure to have some weird dreams yeah you can write into us and then write into us because we want to hear them just don't take someone else fun experience chocolate dreams right in there you go love you but yeah so it's listener tales time and i just wanted to say something really quick uh fuck the u.s boys hockey team yeah the olympic hockey team uh you guys are assholes but congratulations to the women congratulations to the women you guys killed it though you fucking killed it let's go girls baby and love you go home um so the boys suck but congrats to canada on silver congrats you deserve gold congrats on your silver medal to the men's u.s or men's u.s the men's canada olympic hockey team that part congrats on your silver you earned it you earned more anyway so less about men i just had to say that because it's really been pissing me off yeah uh but yeah let's get into some listener tales because we're going to be talking about some ufos ufos if you will some ufos do you guys remember you got probed oh you've been probed you got probed remember when somebody did art of that oh that art was awesome that's good art we should try to get that on some merch we gotta find that art again you do have to find that it's on some computer somewhere it is uh but yeah and um i think i heard ufos for the first time on last podcast on the left yeah that makes sense shout up for them um but yeah this is gonna be a fun one i love talking about ufos i do too it's very fun obama was just talking about aliens recently in fact he said that there are aliens i mean and he said that was the first thing he wanted to know when he got to the white house and i have to wonder how many like first day presidents are like okay aliens go hell yeah like that would be my first thing i'd be like yes no okay where are they show me can you show me show me to me rachel yeah truly all right do you want to go first or would you like me to uh i'll go first oh my god okay first this one's called listener tale by my very rational husband oh dear elena and ash my wife jill she says to please use her name jill hello jill she listens to your podcast some might say obsessively iconic love jill let's go jill she listens and re-listens to your podcast so to say she is a fan might be an understatement she's been asking me to write down an encounter i had several years ago. I had another weird thing happen today. So I thought, now that I have two stories, I should take the time to write them down and share them with you. To my experiences, both of which happened in the same neighborhood in which we still live. In fact, both of these stories happened on the same street. We live in the Albuquerque metro area, and I will call this road Psy to protect my location and anonymity. That's always really hard to say. It's like in Nemo and she's like, na-na-na-na-na-me. Na-na-na-na-na-na-me. Cy Road is on the outside border of the neighborhood and has a nice walking path. A little about me. I'm an early bird. Me too now. Are you this of an early bird? I like to wake up every morning at 3 a.m. Nope. That's crazy, my brother. My brother in Christ. You like to do that? You are an early bird. Also, doll, that's not morning. That's the middle of the night. Doll, that's the night time. The sun is not up. Well, you know what? Jill is correct. Jill forever. Because Jill says 3 a.m. is the devil's hour. It is. But she sleeps safely through it. If I do see the devil, I'll send in another story. Thank you. Honestly, you're a real one for that. Thank you for that. Anyway, my sleeping schedule is seven days a week, 365 days a year. I'm very dedicated and it is very rare that I deviate from it. I'd like to tell you that's very healthy. That's super healthy. That's really healthy. If you had an aura ring, maybe you do. It's probably like, holy shit, health alert. Good job. That's really good to go to bed at the same time and wake up around the same time that's like really good you're probably gonna live a long time so during the warmer time of the year i walk our dogs around the neighborhood between four and five a.m in the morning in the winter we you lost me there partner you lost me there i literally said i read it the way it was written this is no shade to you no it's not but oh one of ash's and it's honestly i think it's hilarious i don't mean because when somebody says like 7 p.m at night we're like a.m in the morning it's nothing you did wrong you didn't do anything i just saw her face go like and i had to point it out some of the closest people in my life now in the winter we walk a little later in the day we walk six to seven days a week You are healthy. Wake it up. Walking. Hot girl walking. You're forgiven. Married to Jill. Married to Jill. Great decision. You're going to live forever, my friend. Listening to Morbid. Let's go. Our walk is a little over a mile. Jesus. But it can take us 30 to 45 minutes to complete because the dogs do enjoy sniffing around. I get that. We walk along a mesa. Oh, I said it right without looking at the phonetic spelling, everybody. Okay, Mensa. But thank you for that phonetic spelling. that has wide open and rough spaces, flat, sandy, and dotted with scrubby sagebrush. We don't see many people or cars. And to be honest, I love that part of the day. I also love really early morning. I love that part of the early morning when there's nobody else awake. It feels like we have the whole world to ourselves. I also don't wear AirPods or headphones or listen to music during my walk. Very smart. I usually only take my Apple Watch in case of emergencies, but I like to have this time to unplug since I work with technology all day being in IT. That's really smart. while on my walks I've had a few run-ins with coyotes owls raccoons lost dogs and a few people that were drunk or on drugs and driving by and harassing us but overall it is a peaceful and calm walk 99.99% of the time I really want to have a run-in with an owl I've only had two I had one you did have an owl in my life and it changed me down to my very core fundamentally changed you as a person it was the coolest experience of my 29 years of life we have an owl who is right outside of our bedroom window every night. You don't see it. And I don't see him, but I look every night. I'm always like, show yourself. Show yourself. But I hear him and he's so spooky. And every time he starts at John's always like, oh my God, that thing is scary. And I'm like, he's beautiful. No, not scary at all. He's spooky as hell. Like it sounds spooky. But not scary. There's a difference. I love him. I love owls so much. Like I just reached a point in my life where I just want to be surrounded by owls. Yeah, same. I feel connected to owls in a weird way. Owls and crows. Crows too. I get crows, yeah. I feel like we could just be vibing all over the place. You and I should just become weird old biddies who are just like the lady, we could be like the pigeon lady from Home Alone 2, but with owls and crows. Yeah. Hell yeah. Because at first when you just said we should become weird old biddies, I was like, become. Well, we're not old yet. Become. So like when we're old and gray, let's be weird then as well. And let's level it up a few notches. I'm going to be calling the crows at all times. I'm already starting. I'm starting, girls. Let's go. So the first story happened at the end of the summer or early fall in 2019. During this story, we had two dogs, Gidget, our border terrier, and Baxter, our terrier mix. I love this. We were walking down Cy Road, and as we approached the corner to turn back onto our neighborhood, I started hearing a noise. It sounded like a generator. I knew this sound because it sounded like the large generators at work that power our data center when the power goes out. At first, this sound was faint, but within a few seconds, the volume increased. It was getting louder and louder. On Psy Road, we have the neighborhood to the right of me, and elementary school with not too much around it on the left side of me. The rest is mostly open mesa. The generator noise was getting really loud, and both me and the dogs were trying to figure out where this sound was coming from. I shone my flashlight around, but I didn't see anything. And the dogs just stopped in their tracks. I didn't want to move. I wouldn't say I couldn't move, but I just felt frozen. Like I could have moved, but I didn't, if that makes sense. It does. It does. As I get ready to try to put my hands over my ears, because the noise is now so loud, it just stops. I mean, it stops like you paused a song. No echo or reverberation or anything like that. It went from uncomfortably loud to silence instantly. That honestly would fuck me up. I think that's what it's meant to do. Yeah. I looked up at the sky and saw a small but very bright light hovering in the sky above us. No, thank you. I'm not sure how high it was, but it seemed like it was very high in the sky. The light moved towards the Sandia mountain range to the east in less than two seconds. Based on my Google Maps estimate, the mountains are at least 20 miles away from me as the crow flies. As the crow flies. Again, this light went from hovering over me and the dogs towards the mountain and out of view in less than two seconds. Yeah. I am not sure our military or civilian airlines have anything that can go from hovering to out of sight in less than two seconds. At this time, I worked at our city school district in IT. And I later verified that we didn't have any generators at the nearby elementary school, so I know that was not it. As far as I could tell, there wasn't any construction going on around us. The skies were clear as the sun was starting to break, and I could rule out clouds. Later, I searched for reports of the noise on different platforms, and I could not find anything. Oh, I hate that. The whole thing was so bizarre, and I don't have a good explanation for what it was. That probably drives you insane. Yeah, that would make me crazy. I hadn't had any issues since that day. Well, until today, April 20th, 2025. I was taking the daily walk with our dogs, Gidget, Bernie, our poodle terrier, Cross, and Roscoe, our sassy papillon. Sadly, Baxter passed away at old age in 2021. I'm sorry. Oh, RIP, Baxter. This experience was on the corner of Psy Road, but this time when we first entered Psy Road. This is a Saturday morning and even fewer people are out than normal. I think I saw one car on the road, but no people. Around 4.30 a.m., the dogs and I are on our usual route. Switch it up. I know you gotta switch it up. We are at the point where we turn onto Psy Road. Roscoe stopped to sniff some bushes. While we were stopped, I thought I heard a jogger's footsteps. We see joggers from time to time, so nothing unusual there. We regularly see three or so folks jogging in the morning. I don't see them every morning, but maybe once or twice a week. All the joggers are friendly and say good morning to me and the dogs when they go by. I didn't see any joggers, but the dogs were looking around like they heard the steps too, so I knew it wasn't my imagination. We're right next to an intersection and is somewhat lit with street lamps. I did shine my flashlight around for good measure, but didn't see anything. I thought maybe it was one of the dogs that made the noise somehow. Anyway, Roscoe finishes his investigation of the shrubs and we start walking again. A few seconds later, we hear the same jogger-like footsteps run by us on my left side. You can hear the Doppler effect of the footsteps. The dogs are also looking around trying to find this mysterious jogger. Again, I shine my light and nothing. These steps sounded like they were right next to us. It was really strange. Bernie usually hides behind me when we see a jogger and he was hiding behind me like a jogger ran by. I don't know what to make of these experiences, but I hope you enjoyed reading about them. We included pictures of our dogs as well as pictures of the nearby landscape. Feel free to use and share as you like. Those dogs are so cute. Oh my god, I love them. Oh my god. I don't know what to make of this. And the landscape is pretty spooky. The first one, the landscape is hella spooky. The first one was a UFO. Yeah, I agree. And the second one was the invisible man. Oh, there you go. We got it. Owen Baxter, the bestest boy ever. Oh, he was so handsome. oh they're beautiful little tongue oh my god and roscoe is the diva oh my god stop oh my god i love them our neurotic but good girl oh yeah the mesa is that's like a spooky place to to be running me thinks you don't go there yourself you don't go there anymore spookied out by that a desert bloom oh that's pretty pretty oh we'll share these because they said we can pretty thank you for saying that but spooky yeah i think you definitely experienced a ufo in that first one yep and the second one is a ghost or the invisible man invisible man or woman you know yeah the invisible person the invisible jogger yeah i like that one thank you for that and jill what about us you are thank you for listening good job picking a husband man hell yeah all right tale number two is called abducted by aliens uh hold on there's more abducted by aliens as a toddler listener what holy cow oh they shouldn't be abducting toddlers no that's fucked up i don't like that i don't like it at all if it's adults i'm like hell yeah yeah abduct adults if you're an alien but i don't like that yeah if you're an alien if you're an alien not not a human uh so hi ash and alena i've been using your podcast as a form of entertaining on my door dashing adventures hell yeah honestly happy to pay it forward because as a as a frequent flyer of DoorDash Paying it forward I glad that you can listen If I hear this being read on the pod I might implode Oh no Proceed with caution Okay My name Colin and I an 18 year old trans guy about to graduate high school. Colin. Colin, I hope you did not just implode. I hope you're still with us. I might join the Peace Corps or buy a bakery. I love both of those things. Whichever one is most feasible. I love making cheesecake. But anyway, enough about me. I'm already obsessed. I'm already team Colin. Team Colin. I want you to buy a bakery, and give us more cheesecake yes please i don't even like cheesecake i love cheesecake so let's go and i like bakeries so i experienced an alien quote unquote abduction at the age of six what i doubt you'd say i'm crazy or delusional but if you do i don't really mind you're not yeah we don't think so i'm sharing this because i having personally witnessed it can't find a reasonable explanation for these memories it's quite anxiety inducing as you might be able to imagine first in background, I'm an 18-year-old trans guy, and I was born in a town of about 150,000 to 200,000 people. This town is a historical river town in the Midwest. This town has an army base, though. I'm not sure what exactly the operations there are. This is an important detail because of the recent developments within the UAP whistleblower community being so closely linked to the U.S. military. Area 51 is the prime example. I've always thought to myself, surely I got the image of this creature from somewhere, I must have. I do, in fact, have reason to believe that's not entirely correct. Huh. We all know what the typical alien looks like. A pale green and or gray, ranging from minuscule to tall with lanky, brittle-looking limbs, bulbous black eyes that reflect light, seemingly because they're void of it. Now, the type of aliens I was exposed to in the media at the time, think Dr. Cockroach from Monsters vs. Aliens, or the aliens from Mars Needs Moms. Nothing like what I awoke to one night. suddenly i sat up in my bed colin i'm nervous colin i'm really freaked out the brightest lights that i had ever seen were to my left blinding me even through my hot pink curtains damn they were the color of a slightly darker electric blue combined with white oh i can actually visualize yeah i remember the curtains being shut for a moment and then suddenly they were open as if they'd never been closed in the first place all i could do was slowly sit up and blankly stare at what was towering above me i've now come to estimate the creature had to have been six to eight feet tall what fuck that my bed was quite high off the ground already so it's likely toward the higher end of that scale i simply stared i felt strangely calm yet also terrified it's like my fight flight or i can never say that fight or flight system malfunctioned and i somehow found peace in it while being nearly physically paralyzed you found freeze yeah i do that too I simply have no memories after that. The only true image I'm left with is the pure curiosity and neutral attitude I could feel being towards me. It sends shivers down my spine just thinking about it now. The absence of life in its eyes, the reflection of the blight fluorescent pale blue light behind me, my young silhouette shadow propped directly in the middle of the illumination. Great writing. I know. The best possible way I can describe the pigment of the eyes is the absence of light, the void itself. hence why i said they were devoid of light the skin was a light charcoal gray and was perfectly matte and incredibly smooth the texture was fully matte but a slight sheen was also present now i've had severe mental health problems my whole life i have very few memories of my childhood and somehow this remained the only other one related to aliens and uaps is late night car rides and persistently tracking the largest brightest and most abnormal of glowing orbs in the sky. I do remember a string of lights at some point that could just as easily have been a man-made craft, especially since the lights were white-yellow. I would presume it is, actually. What I struggle to understand is how light could have been that bright while not producing any heat that I could feel. Why do I not remember it? Is it because of childhood trauma? Is my childhood trauma this? So many questions. Perhaps. Thank you for reading. Please feel free to share your thoughts. I can't really accept what happened because it seems impossible, but perhaps our parameters are skewed i love listening to you guys so much thank you for making this lovely podcast feel free to dm me with any comments or questions keep it weird but definitely not so weird that you can't tell if you were abducted by extraterrestrials as a toddler or not lots of love damn i don't know colin here i think you i think you saw what you saw definitely i feel like if you especially if you don't have a lot of memories from childhood but that one sticks out yeah that's telling for sure but i'm hoping you weren't abducted that's why i said i don't know because i really don't want for you to have been abducted as a six-year-old i hope you weren't abducted because i really want to hope that aliens are like chill and discerning enough that they're like we're not gonna abduct kids yeah like we're gonna abduct adults and see what's going on up there but we're gonna let the kids chill yeah like i just have that feeling about aliens that they're like they respect kids I like that um that's just my vibe yeah um my alien vibe but sometimes I kind of feel like an alien and I respect kids yeah so I know I feel I felt like an alien my entire life and I I respect kids so I want to believe that it just came into your room like one great curtains yes two maybe it was just like curious and was just like you said you could feel the curiosity almost like what's going on there maybe he was just like i just gotta see what this is about yeah and then he was like wait this is like a little one so oh this is a little human so i should leave yeah that's what i'm hoping i like that theory yeah and i think that means that you are special i think so too personally i think they're like we could beam this one up but maybe we should keep them here i think this one has more to do and look at you you do have more to do peace corps bakery yeah maybe you just name your bakery peace corps there you go piece of cake core there you go we'll work on it yeah we'll work you'll work on it you'll workshop i already named one company i can't be naming too many more you can't be naming other ones but colin thank you for that and i think you i think you saw what you saw thank you personally thank you colin and i hope you didn't implode i also hope you didn't implode hope you're still door dashing because we need you out there in these streets we do we need you colin uh so your job is essential the next listener tale is called listener tales alien abduction diamond guy mike and spoopy ghost pictures hell yeah let's go hello ladies i admit i'm late to the morbid game having just started listening to you about five or six months ago i love the podcast the banter the goods i'm well on my way to catching up you're a badass let's go i just finished the ian brady and myra henley episodes. Never have I wanted to re-kill some already dead people as bad as I did those two sons of bitches. Do you know that I still wake up in the middle of the night and think about that case? I do too. In fact, it happened to be literally a few nights ago. Yeah, every once in a while it'll pop into my head and certain things will pop into my head about it and it will ruin me. Me too. So I also have never wanted to re-kill some already dead people as badly as I wanted to kill them. Let's team up and do it together. Yeah. And remember, punch a Myra Hindley supporter in the face. Remember that whole? Yes. I do. anyhow i've been jonesing for you to send you guys my two stories and some spoopy ass zombie ghost lady pictures that i took about 20 years ago fuck yeah so here we go i'm gonna type up both the stories and hope you read them both because they're absolutely fucking bonkers and i still get chills when i talk about them here we are first up i'm 99.99999999999999% certain that i've been abducted by aliens i'm pretty sure about that i am too that or my ass did some spontaneous teleportation shit. Fun. Both pretty cool. Both of which are hard to believe, but the one logical explanation for what happened turns out to be not that logical at all. So here goes. Newcastle, Wyoming, 1996. About the time Ash was born, I think. Facts. My friend Shannon, her little brother, little sister, and myself decided to do a camp out under the stars. That's beautiful. And in the 90s, we did that shit. Shut up about all your good 90s times. We had our sleeping bags all lined up. It was little brother, little sister, Shannon, and then myself. We were laying on the top of a hill that bordered the north end of the town we had grown up in. This hill was a strange, long, and narrow hill that basically served as a stopping point for the town. There were no houses on this hill, and beyond it was just barbed wire fences and then Black Hills Forest. Well, the four of us were laying in our sleeping bags looking up at the stars. We were making stupid jokes about how we couldn't find the, quote, little dicker. Yes, the little dicker, because when you're 13, stuff like that is funny as fuck. Still is. The last thing I remember talking about was the little dipper before we all went quiet and started to doze off. It was a beautiful night. The stars were bright. There was no wind, which is unheard of for Wyoming. And the temperature was perfect for camping under the stars. And then I woke up. But I didn't wake up where I had fallen asleep. I had woken up near a mile north of where we had fallen asleep. No, I hate that for you. Standing, facing due north, directly away from town in a small clearing in the middle of the forest. Bitch what? Fuck that. That's the beginning of a really good horror movie. Yep. Now, first things first, everyone and their grandma is going to say, that bitch be sleepwalking. Well, let me tell you why I wasn't sleepwalking. Tell us. First, I've never sleptwalked prior to the incident, nor have I done it since. I'm 40 now. Look at you, a couple 40-year-olds. Also, where I had not woken up, there was a lot of harsh sagebrush, pine needles, and not one, but two barbed wire fences for me to get back to where we had fallen asleep. What? Yeah, you wouldn't have been able to sleepwalk that far. No, and you'd have some injuries if you did. Now, the composure that my 13-year-old self had in that moment was phenomenal. I told myself, hey, it's okay. You were just sleepwalking. I turned around and could easily see the lights of town. My feet were fine. My clothes were fine. Nothing seemed out of place except my ass that was a mile from where I'd fallen asleep. Lo and behold, I start walking back in the direction of town, and I have a number of terrains I have to walk over. First the dried grass and sagebrush, then an area of thick pine trees, pine cones, and a carpet of dead pine needles. Ouch. Now, I'm not sure if you've ever stepped on a pine needle, but those bitches hurt. Yeah, they do. Yeah. Could I sleep through that? Maybe, but let's get to the barbed wire fence number one. This sucker was nearly brand new. The wires were tight, and my awake and conscious self struggled to slither my fat booty through the wires. That shit is hard enough to do in the daytime without getting your clothes caught on it, let alone at three in the morning. I'm assuming that's what time it was because this is some weird shit and there was no cell phones back then. Hey, Jill's husband was awake. That's right. Jill's husband was taking a walk. So the first barbed wire fence I finally crawled through, but I snagged the back of my shirt on it and tore a little hole in it. The second barbed wire fence that I came to after walking over several hundred more feet of pine needles and shale rock was less impressive. And in the pale moonlight, I was able to find a spot where the top wire was down. So I crawled over the top of it. Nice. I had to walk for a while before I find my friends. All three of them were sound asleep in their sleeping bags. I crawl into my sleeping bag as if nothing ever happened, but my feet were achy and cut up from the walk back. I had snags in my clothes and scratches on my hands. By morning, I had convinced myself yet again that it was just a bizarre and isolated incident of sleepwalking. The older I got, however, the more that never made sense. There's no way in a million years you could convince me that I walked my ass a mile from where we were sleeping over sharp pine needles through two barbed wire fences and a whole lot of other obstacles without being woken up. I've never been a heavy sleeper and reiterate that I've never been a sleepwalker. Not before, not since. Yeah, that's weird. I had never in many years considered the idea of being abducted by aliens until I told this story to a friend. And without missing a beat, he simply said, you're abducted. To this day, I believe it. There's just no way I could have made it that far from our little camp without something stirring me awake, you know, like getting my tangled in a barbed wire fence. And mind you, this is Wyoming. Those fences stretch on for miles and miles in both directions. Anyways, I don't think I was probed. I was 13, but something really fucking weird happened that night. And that's the best explanation I can come up with because sleepwalking just isn't fathomable. I didn't tell Shannon or her siblings about the experience. I was honestly too embarrassed, but the older I got and the more I was compelled to tell the story, it's interesting how a lot of people have had similar experiences, all of which are completely unexplainable. It's true. That's my first story. Keep it weird. Cue Ash. But not so weird that you wake up in the middle of nowhere all the way away from your friends and you're like, you have no damage from crawling under barbed wire fences. Yeah. And what you said, but not so weird that you go on a camp out on a hill north of town where nothing extraordinary ever happens. And you sit in your sleeping bag talking about the little dickers and wake up to find yourself in a clearing a mile from where you fell asleep and have to turn into bare motherfucking gorillas to find your way back in the dark after being abducted by aliens do not keep it that weird i would have read yours if i saw it i didn't see it it's okay we need an ash one now my second story you got abducted by aliens by the way you got abducted by because there's no way you wouldn't have had like evidence of being ripped up by the fences and like your feet hurting i'm a sleepwalker yeah i'm a sleepwalker do you still i haven't done it i haven't done in a while but now i have children who are who are sleepwalkers or at least one child who is a sleepwalker and it just doesn't work that way I think people have this like weird misconception about what sleepwalking actually is yeah you're not trekking a mile down the road it's just not how you wake up doing some weird shit you might I've heard of people walking out their front door and like moving some some like distance a mile through like terrain yeah like shitty terrain it's just not happening usually you're just come you're walking downstairs and saying some weird shit to your parents or something yeah drew slept walk before a few times and one time he just left peanut butter in the top rack of the dishwasher that's hilarious and i was like what the fuck is this doing here and he was like i actually have no idea my oldest sleepwalks and she they they come down at night a lot yeah like just because they're trying to push that i need water i'm tired but i can't sleep can you lay with me she looked at me a weird way yeah so but when they come down they always do this thing because like the kitchen is off of the living room and they'll just kind of like peek around the corner and we can always hear their little feet yeah so we always brace it or like mute the tv and just wait for them to come around and then they'll just like kind of slowly walk over to us to tell like tell us from the middle of the kitchen but when she's sleepwalking i can hear it i love them like just what she does because she just comes barreling down the hallway and we can hear it and usually like that isn't the give right away because sometimes they'll like pitter-patter down the hallway it's that she comes barreling around the corner and walks full speed directly at us just staring at us it's like a freight train coming at us and we're just like oh god and then she just sits down and then she just sits down in front of us and we'll stare at us and we're like hi love what's going on and then she'll snap out of it at some point or we'll just have to bring her back upstairs while she's still sleeping so scary but i can always tell when she comes barreling around the corner we're like oh she's asleep she just comes at you does she have she has like a different look at her eyes she does it's a it's a i'm asleep like void like it's just i'm not really looking at you i'm looking through you that's so creepy and i hate it yeah it's wild knock on wood never done that at my house yeah i don't know what i would do she doesn't do it often it's a yeah it's every once in a while once in a blue moon but it's funny what you do i think it would freak me out i really hope my children and someday don't sleepwalk. It's honestly all it is, all that's important is you just talk to them softly and then you just get them to get up and you just walk them back upstairs and into their bed and you tuck them in and you say goodnight. There's so much shit that comes with having kids that you just don't, like luckily I think of because of your kids. We prepare you for it. And then I go home and I'm like, Drew, when we have kids someday we might have to deal with like A, B, C, and D and he's like, yeah, that's fucked up. Yeah. You know what? We'll do it then. It is what it is. So yeah, you got abducted. You did not sleepwalk. For sure. For sure. For sure. For sure. Now my second story is another long one in a doozy, but I'm not going to apologize for it being long because you've said time and time again not to do that. Don't do it. Good call. So here goes. Same town. Newcastle, Wyoming, 2001. 2001 And one My best friend Aaron and I you can use all names nobody cares We were just hanging out when our friends Ryan and Billy pulled up with some guy we don know named Mike They say hey girls want to go check out some haunted places Fuck yeah. Oh man, this would have got me. Yeah. We're 17. Yeah, who's Mike? We're 17 and 18 at the time. This is a small rural town. You're damn right we want to go to some haunted places. Also, let me asterisk 17, 18. I wouldn't give a fuck who Mike was. No, I'd be like, let's go. I'd be like, hi, I'm Ash, nice to meet you. Let's go. Haunted places, you say? Let's go. I want to go ghost hunting again so bad. Desperately. This is getting me in the mood. Desperately. So badly. Well, this dude, Mike, was the driver. He was one of those people who kind of gave you weird vibes, but since Billy and Ryan were there, it was all cool because they're our good friends, and so we're not worried about old Mikey boy. We start driving around the same rumored haunted houses and checking them out from the road. Of course, we're all psyched up and spooking ourselves out about these places and chatting about various things that, quote, might have happened in them. Then out of nowhere, this guy Mike says, hey, do you guys want to go check out the meatpacking plant? No. I'd be like, no, Leatherface, I don't. I'm all set. Why does your family live there? Excuse me, what? I had grown up in this town and had never heard of an old meatpacking plant. Well, hell yes, we want to go to the meatpacking plant. You're like, I haven't seen Texas Chainsaw Massacre yet. So we load up into Mike's Jeep Cherokee and head down these back roads. We're traveling along this gravel road when down from a telephone pole, this owl swoops right in front of us and back up onto its perch. Why is that becoming a sub theme? Right? Okay, that was a little weird, but whatevs. The owl said, don't go to the meatpacking plant. It's always the thing where it says, how many owls is weird? One. One is weird. When you see one owl, you say, what? I'm telling you, one owl changed the trajectory of my entire life. already something's arrived. A foot. Yeah. We arrive at the meatpacking plant and I tell you this place was spooky spooky. There were two buildings the creepy building and the really fucking creepy building. The doors of the creepy building had essentially been removed. Just looking at this place from the road had the worst of the worst chills tickling down my spine. Oh I would want to go. Mike says who wants to go in? Me. Ryan. No fucking way. Billy. Over my dead body. Me. nobody nope nope nope nope erin i do tag yourself okay let's go me motherfucker there was no way in a hundred million years that i was gonna let my best friend go into this creepy ass place with this fucking weirdo by herself that is girl shit that's girlhood that is girl you're a girl's girl you're a good friend you're rare to come by good job uh so no she was not letting that happen so i begrudgingly get out of the jeep and follow the two into the creepy building thank heck it wasn't the really fucking creepy building. I step inside the door and the overwhelming sense of dread I got from this place was paralyzing. I only allowed myself to stand just inside the threshold as Aaron and Mike disappear into the darkness. As I'm standing there just listening to Aaron and making sure Mike isn't murdering her, I look to my left along this wall where there was a massive incinerator. As I'm looking at this thing, I see movement at the base of it. Y'all, I have a pretty sound mine in my skull, but I shit you not, there was a puddle of blood growing out from under this incinerator towards my feet. As I watched this puddle grow even closer to my feet, I found it hard to move away until something in my brain just snapped me back to life and said, not today, diamonds. Not today. I calmly stepped out of the building and back into the road. Billy got out of the Jeep and he walked up to me and said, are you okay? You don't look so good. Well, it turns out all the color had drained from my face and I looked like I could give Snow White a run for her money with that ivory-ass complexion. I shook my head no and Billy simply says, you guys have no idea what kind of dark shit you can open yourself up to by going to a place like that. Like, maybe you should say that before we go in, Billy. I didn't respond. I simply stood there and waited for Mike to return with Erin. Thankfully, they both came out of the building alive. I didn't have to put the smack down on Mike. Now, I know what you're thinking. That's the end. It's over. Well, joke's on you fuckers. It's not over yet. Hey. So we jump in the Jeep and Mike drives off. The next thing we know, he takes a single left turn and we find ourselves lost in a cornfield. What? Okay, that's not so weird. People get lost in cornfields all the time. Not in Newcastle, Wyoming, they don't. We don't grow corn in Newcastle, Wyoming. There's about an inch of sandy topsoil and then it's solid rock underneath it. This land is good for grazing cattle only. It's not good for growing anything. I didn't know that. So we drive for what feels like an eternity in one direction, never leaving the cornfield. Ew, you were in a backroom cornfield? You were. You were in the liminal cornfield. That's strange, baby. We drive for an eternity in another direction, never leave the cornfield. That's backroom corn shit. Then we keep driving in another direction and bam, we're out of the cornfield. But guess where we're at? That's right. Right back at the front doors of the motherfucking meatpacking plant. No. Oh, no. No. No. No. Nope. No. Now all five of us are a little weirded out at this point. A little? I'm in the back seat hiding my eyes. If I can't see it, it doesn't exist. Just kidding. It totally existed and that was the weirdest shit ever. Ew. I'm suddenly convinced that we're trapped in a death labyrinth while the others are just joking about how weird that was. Thankfully, Mike drives out the direction he came in and I'll be damned if that owl didn't swoop down from the telephone pole in front of us, nearly hit the Jeep and back up to its perch. Seeing an owl twice? See? See? that's it right there. I was able to live my dream. Erin and I were returned safely home that night, but the events of that night were deeply ingrained in my memory. I've told that story to other lifelong residents of our small hometown, and many of them have the same reaction. Meatpacking plant? Question mark? Cornfields? Question mark? We don't grow corn in Newcastle? I just want to start saying that to people. We don't grow corn in Newcastle. Anytime somebody says something remotely weird or like whatever, we don't grow corn in new castle get out of here moral of the story i think mike was a sinister being who brought darkness with him because i love that that's the moral it's mike's fault mike's fucking weird moral of the story i think mike was a sinister being who brought darkness with him because that's just the vibe he gave out and nothing that weird has ever happened to me since hey if you're not with mike evidence proves yeah i rest my case people look at me like i'm crazy when i tell that story but i know you girls will appreciate its utter weirdness of course we do and i fucking believe you please continue to keep it as weird as you do but not so weird that you go haunted house hunting with creepy guy mike do not keep it that weird bye we won't and then pictures of horses oh holy shit oh my god oh my god oh my god i fucking hate it oh that was like that literally first of all i have chills all over my that was my genuine raw real reaction um i forgot that you told us that you put creepy photos in i also forgot we're gonna post these i'm so that was a real legit jump that was like when it's the one that you see when your friend's like oh my god check out this funny video and at the end oh my god no you just made me feel alive so thank you for that that was like a genuine i have not been that legitimately frightened i screamed did you hear me i think we both did i think we both squealed a little bit i want to look again but i can't i don't think that was upsetting what is that uh i need to go back up to the because at first i thought it was funny because i was like oh my god look the horse is touching the other horse's butt yeah and then i kept scrolling because i thought it would get funnier it got scary. I'm so stressed. It got scary. So stressed. It got really fucking scary. I scrolled up once more but I can't anymore. Oh my god. I just saw together. You can only do it. I'm so stressed out. That's the last time. I'm very I don't. I'm gonna need you to tell us more about where those photos came from. Tell me about that. I hate it. I'm looking to see where what you said the what you said that was. I think they said just like creepy ghost pictures in a field. Yeah. with no corn like who is that please tell us more about that person it's cursed um because i'm really upset by that i'm holding my own self oh my god i'm like it's so stressful guys i don't like it and she just pops up out of nowhere she's not in like the first three nope but she's definitely in the last two oh and she looks all like she looks like a zombie she looks she really does i really hate it i actually don't want to spend any more time talking about it yeah i don't need it we're gonna post it though okay and it's not that i don't appreciate that you sent the photos i'm just really terrified and feeling really vulnerable right now you're honestly like i said you made me feel alive so that was a hilarious reaction um i really appreciate that and i'll forever be thankful for giving me a legitimate i haven't had a legitimate frightening moment in a while so thank you we're just down and now i feel like my feet need to be up that was a lot you know i'm gonna go in my hood bye wow thanks for that you you freaked me out that was great okay so Next listener tale. I'm scared. Don't worry. We'll post them. I promise. So you won't be outside of what we just saw. You can all have that moment. You'll be with us. You can all feel alive. Oh, I just scrolled up to her again. She's like really scary. Oh, I hate it. Okay. I don't like it. Oh, fuck. She scared me a lot. okay listener tales no probing here no probing here buenos dias weirdos what's up buenos dias buenos noches my name is elise and i'm a spooky bitch from good old kentucky this is southern as hell hell yeah feel free to use my name elise for life feeling free a little about me i'm the resident witch chick of my friend group i read tarot cards and i write scary stories in my spare time girl if you feel like checking them out you can read on she the ghost.com i'm literally immediately going we're about to feel so alive oh my god you guys are giving me gifts you really are i really appreciate you for that thank you guys a lot so my family's pretty strong believers in the paranormal and aliens and such so we're pretty open to all ideas and theories about the universe you sound awesome all of you you do plus i come from a long line of brujas oh hell yeah i literally just told the girls about brujas hell yeah um my google home was giving them nicknames and it called them brouhaha and i said you're a witch you're a witch i said that's brouhaha i love brouhaha so and we believe our ancestors were very connected to the other realms i'm telling you all this to kind of set up the kind of people we are for the story that you mean badass people exactly period you got it i also work as a tv news producer and while i deal with a lot of serious shit on the regular you guys are the best storytellers and help me get through some of that with your wit and senses of humor so bravo to you for everything you do oh shit thank you thank you That was really nice. That was really nice. Well, I have a whole plethora of real-life ghost stories, including the man who watches me sleep, the child ghost who haunted me and my roommate, and the haunted doll that currently lives with me. Shout out to my girl, Kim. What the fuck? Tell us everything you can. Tell us all of that. Write in all of your stories and tell us all. Damn. I think I'm going to start out with a good old-fashioned alien encounter and narrow escape from Probin. From Probin. If nothing else, I hope you get a good laugh out of it. So buckle up and hold on to your potatoes. because you know we're Irish, huh? Exactly. Because we're about to break some traffic laws with this one. Let's go. I love potatoes. When I was in high school, I went to an all-girls Catholic school. This particular day started out pretty normal. My dad woke me up. I put on a scratchy-ass uniform, skirt, and sweater, and we headed out. At the time, I still wasn't old enough to drive. My dad was my chauffeur extraordinaire. This was around 7.15 in the morning, so neither of us would be fully awake until we got some Starbees. That's what we call Starbucks. And by we, I mean literally no one else but my ridiculous ass. Even so, neither of us thought we would be shitting bricks in full panic mode 20 minutes later. No one does. No one expects that. Exactly. You can't just like go about your day expecting to shit bricks. No. It'd be tough. I also want to preface this story by saying this is the same direction we drive in every single day. Fun fact, Kentucky has some pretty fucked weather most of the time. One second it'll be snowing in april two hours later we'll be under a tornado warning it's real fun anyway the day in question it was spring which meant that it was humid enough to it was you're hilarious it was humid enough to rat up my puerto rican hair and make it grow to the size of doug digam doug dimidone owner of the dogs i can't say it hold on make it grow to the size of doug dimidone owner of the dimsdale dimidones hat that's a high hat i love it aside from my hair looking frightening af it was also foggy as hell you could barely see a couple feet in front of you especially since the sun wasn't up yet this will be important to remember later as we make our way up the ramp to merge onto the expressway that's when we saw them up in the sky hovering overhead were multiple circular aircrafts made out of rings of light whoa each one looked like six or seven or round orbs floating in the shape of a circle and it wasn't just one it was a whole fucking fleet what uh dad what dad what am i looking at that's when he saw them too and they were getting closer we both knew this was the moment hg wells warned us all about this was clearly an alien invasion and we were about to get fucking probed about to get probed what the fuck dad what's happening what are those i don't know i don't know when your dad is like i don't know when your dad's panicking you're in a panic at that point we were obviously both of us were obviously fucking arms flailing tears streaming between bickering and shitting bricks my dad slams on the brakes and puts the car into reverse to nope the fuck out of there and escape the obvious alien invasion we were in the direct center of honestly smart no probing today not our buttholes et i love that he's also reversing on the expressway just not happening it was a good thing there were no other cars on the road otherwise it probably would have been a bad idea probably but we were determined to to dip this out of there and outrun the space invaders buttholes clenched ain't no predator looking ass bitch about to dissect our human corpses for intergalactic science nope get your specimen somewhere else guy hell yeah then suddenly my dad pulled over and stopped oh no his face was blank but a smile soon crept to the corners of his mouth what that's when we both realized what had just happened the fog was so thick it covered the entire high mass poles holding up oh my god you guessed it streetlights the spaceships that we were literally fleeing our fleeing for our lives from were actually just motherfucking streetlights i'm obsessed once we fully gathered our thoughts the two of us bursted out laughing a grown-ass man and his dumb fuck daughter literally yeeted themselves off the highway thinking streetlights and war of the worlds were one in the same meanwhile i was late for class for obvious reasons but i was not about to explain the bullshit my father and i just pulled so i chalked it up to i overslept oh my god we still laugh about it today and i like to think of it as a lovely bonding experience at least we know where we stand in an alien invasion survival scale you're both getting the fuck out of there Yeah, you're killing it. Anyways, keep it weird, but not so weird that you and your dad put it into turbo mode on the highway, butthole sealed shut because you dumb fuckers don't know the difference between streetlights and the goddamn mothership. So then you end up late to school because of your anti-probing detour. Make good choices. E. I love that. Oh my God. They attached the streetlights. They do. If they do look, I would have fell for that. Yeah, I absolutely would have fell for that. Because those are high. They're really high. And the actual pole itself was blocked out. Oh, yeah. I would shit myself. Yeah. I absolutely would have shit myself. That's the funniest shit I've ever heard. I'm obsessed with the fact that you both reacted the same. Like, that is some father-daughter bonding shit right there. It really is. For sure. It really is. Oh, my God. All right. We're going to do one more. And it's called, That Time a UFO Came to My Mom's House. I'm in me mom's car. Me mom. I'm in me mom's UFO. Hey, weirdos. I typed this out in a double space size 12 font put a foot for your view and pleasure Feel free to use my name Oh how do you say this oh you told me sigh that was so like oh that full of unwee oh i like that that a really pretty that a really cool name sorry it spent us like we took like 38 minutes to decide what your name was as soon as i saw this name i said that's irish that's got an irish person does everybody in the world remember the first time they saw the name siobhan yes siobhan and sorcia oh yeah like Saoirse Ronan. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Siobhan will send you into outer space. I had a friend when I was working at the salon. She had her friend coming in and she was on the schedule. And I was like, what is your friend's name? Who is Siobhan? I was like, Siobhan? You're like, what? She was like, it's Siobhan. Siobhan. I was like, in what world? Meanwhile, I'm literally Irish. She's like, the world. The actual world you are in. She's like, in this world. Like, don't be dumb. She's like, aren't you Irish? I was like, yeah. And they're like, yeah, I guess. So feel free to use my name, Sive. I hail from the beautiful northwest of Ireland where the coastline is endless. There you go. Look at us having all the information in the Puttapha and just looking elsewhere for it. We're just like, what? The little villages are quaint and adorable and we have some of the best beaches in the world. Yes, you should really visit. I want to. It's on my fucking bucket list. And a rich heritage that is soaked in so many spooky legends. Yeah, it is. Before I get into my story, I just want to say that I am without a doubt, hands down, fudging addicted to your podcast. I love that. My twins literally react to your voices now because you are what keeps me going through a day of preparing meals that will most likely get yeeted onto the ground or on my face, but it's fine. Elena can relate. Yep. Also, Elena, congrats on The Butcher and the Wren. I loved it so much, and it got the seal of approval from my crime novel-loving 93-year-old grandma. I think that might be the best compliment you've ever received. Your crime-loving 93-year-old Irish grandma. Yeah. Yep. That's a win right there. You should, somehow can we get that as a blurb on the next book? Yeah, I would really like that. Sive's 93-year-old crime-loving Irish grandma. Likes this book. Honestly, I'll take that. I will happy cry for a week if this is read on the pod. So buckle up, bitches, because there are some hairy as heck tales and also apologies for any spelling or grammatical errors as I have dyslexia. dyslexia. You're killing it so far. Yep. I was going to apologize for the length and say to cut it short if you want, but I know you two absolutely will not do that. Never. I'm going to kick things off with E.T. Both of these tales are my marvelous mother's, but it's all G. She hath given me permission to share them. So here we go. Let's tip back to 1970s Ireland in the back arse of buttfuck nowhere Ireland. Let's go. My mother is the fourth youngest of 12 kids. Wow. Bless your grandmother. Yeah. Yes, my grandmother is one amazing woman. Evidently. That's why I want her on my book jacket. Anyway, it was mid-October, and while my mother's parents were out playing bingo, because what else would you be doing on a Friday night, my mother's older siblings decided to be extra cute family fiends and give my mother and her sister some money to walk to the little shop about a mile from their house to get biscuits and juice. Hardcore. It's important to note my mom was about 13 at the time, and her older sister was 17 or 18 years young. Now, remember, we were in rural Ireland in the 70s here. Lamp posts along the road did not exist, and it was October, so it was dark by the time they started to make shapes to the shop. The only light they had was from a little farmhouse they met along the way and the moon, as it was a clear night, but that was it. My mother said it took them about 15 minutes to walk to the shop. It was closing at 7 p.m. They got there in the nick of time, grabbed the shit they needed to get and made to go back as it was getting late. They were low-key spooked because, come on, dark country road at night? Fuck no. See you later. Anyway, as they were walking back, they both noticed this huge ass light up ahead, less than 500 yards from their house. It seemed to be a field, and my mom said it lit up the entire area. It was ridiculously bright, and she described it as being like the sun. It was much too big to be a combine harvester, and it wasn't moving. It was just like this enormous floodlight that you get at football games that just engulf the field. Both her and her sister were confused as heck, as this obviously wasn't there when they had walked over. My mom, being the curious little fart she was and still is, I love a curious little fart, decided to go and check it out. There was a little farmhouse just at the top of the field and a narrow stone pathway covered by tall trees and hedgerove leaving up to it. My mother said her older sister insisted she just come home, but nope, badass 13-year-old mama was on a mission. Her sister, my aunt, reluctantly followed after her because the situation was beginning to get super creepy. As mom walked up the little lane, she said the light seemed to be getting brighter and brighter to the point she was finding it hard to see. That's when she saw it. Just up ahead, hovering slightly above the trees, was an enormous craft. Yep, that's right. It was a fucking UFO. Let's go! She described the craft as having three massive spotlights, a dome shape in the center, and a saucer-shaped base with a ring of smaller lights around the saucer. My mom said if she had scaled the tree, she would have been able to put her hand on the base of it. Oh, she had, curious little fart. Stunned and absolutely shitting it. My mom said she just froze. She said she tried to move, but her legs, but they would not budge from under her. It was as if she was in a trance-like state. She recalls being completely transfixed on this monstrosity of a fucker and legit could not pull her eyes off it. All she remembers was hearing my sister screaming at her in a muffled tone as if she were underwater to get the fuck out of there. It was at this point my mother snapped out of her trance and turned to look back at her sister. But before my mother had even had a chance to look back, the humming noise intensified and the craft shot off at the speed of light into the night sky. I think it was at this point the reality of what just happened hit my mother and both her and her sister absolutely forest-gumped it the fuck out of there. out of breath and a couple of skid marks up later they tried to explain to their siblings what the fuck just happened and naturally they thought these two must have inhaled something on the way over the road and hallucinated this shit because absolutely no way did that happen if it had just been my mom alone i don't think anyone would have believed her she was only a soft 13 but her sister was 18 and was white as a motherfucking ghost from the shock of it all when my mother's parents arrived back they told them the entire story my grandpa was a police sergeant at the time and asked my mother and her sister to draw exactly what they had seen. Both of them drew identical pictures. Naturally, there was an air of caution and suspicion surrounding their stories, as it's one of those things, isn't it? I, for one, believe in it all. The universe simply is too big and vast for us just to be it. Agreed. And to be honest, I don't know what's scarier. Either we're alone or we're not. I think it's so much scarier if we were alone. If we're alone, that's terrifying to me. It wasn't until the next day when the principal of the local school came into the police station to make a rather odd and unexplainable statement. Mom stated that it was at this point that my father, my grandpa, or her father, my grandpa, truly believed the happenings of the previous night with his daughters. The man stated that while he was driving home from the bingo, he felt an almighty magnetic pull on his car. So much so that the car just completely stalled and wouldn't move, even though he was driving at the time. He said the force was so strong that he himself struggled to get out of the car to see what the fuck was going on he explained to my grandpa that he managed to wrangle his way out of his seatbelt enough to peep his head out the window but just as he did he saw he said a massive flying object shot off into the sky he stated that it simply couldn't have been a helicopter as there was absolutely no sound and the speed at which it flew off was like nothing he'd ever seen before so fucking creepy naturally my grandpa was perplexed as fuck at this and to this day my mom still can't fully explain why or what the fuck et was doing visiting her neck of the woods in rural ireland but yeah that's the story that i you have to believe that another guy came in and said he saw the same thing and had no idea that two other girls didn't even know who they were that's so fucking creepy little spinoff story my boyfriend is a pilot and said he's been seeing strange flights to the west of Ireland flying much higher than the plane for the last two months now. Me being a Libra and always has to weigh up the options asked could it be a satellite but he said absolutely no way. It moves in different directions and can sometimes appear green in color. It's become so frequent that he said other pilots are talking about it in their second frequency. I think that's what it's called. I'm not great on aviation lingo but yeah that shit fascinates me. Being a The pilot must be fucking wild. Oh my God, I can't even imagine. Because you must see the craziest shit. Truly. Anyways, for story two, we're going to take a trip down Paranormal Road. And yes, this also involves my mother. I swear this woman has a sixth sense that I might start calling her Cole. The events of the movie plotline, of this movie plotline, take place in the late 80s when Mama Bear was in her second year of university. Uni. Mom was staying on campus with her friend in a four-bedroom dorm. Now, the layout of this dorm is important. On each floor, there was five dorm rooms. Each dorm room had four bedrooms and then a shared kitchen and common room. However, in order to access each floor, you had to have a specific key. Okay, cool, sweet. Back to the story. So one weekend when everyone bar my mom, her friend, and two others on their dorm floor had gone home, my mother and her friend decided to stay in their uni dorm as they worked in the city, but more so because they couldn't afford the bus fare that week because come on broke-ass uni students and what sounds better bus fare or a chance for a raging piss up a raging piss up incredible anyway on this particular evening my mom was getting her beautiful curly red curly hair i said red hair because i pictured her with red hair curly hair ready for a night on the tiles side note so jealous of them being in their 20s and getting to experience the 80s in all its glory i agree i feel that way about people who experience the 80s in their 20s and the 90s and like their adolescence. Yeah. She was sitting at the end of their hall in their dorm room as there was a long length mirror situated there. To the left of her was the exit door that took you to the common room and out of the complex. So if anyone was entering or leaving their dorm room, she would have seen them as she would have had to have scooched over to let them past. About five minutes into drying her hair, my mom said she kept seeing her friend who was doing her makeup in the bathroom at the other end of the hall, peeking her head out of the door with a confuzzled look on her face. Confused, my mom asked, what are you looking at? To which her friend replied, I thought I saw someone walk past the door. My mom said she sort of laughed it off and replied, nope, I would have seen them too. Trick of the eye, maybe? They both continued getting ready, and just as mom was about to switch off the hairdryer, she said she felt a presence behind her. She looked up into the mirror to find a girl, not much older than her, standing directly behind her, just smiling at her. Disgusting! She said this girl had a black bob and was wearing a cream crew next top with a purple cardigan stunned mom instantly just said oh hello sorry I didn't even notice you coming. That's when she noticed it. She's like hey sorry bitch didn't see you there. I didn't see you enter my fucking house. That's when she noticed it. The girl in the mirror didn't have a lower body. She was a simply a floating fucking torso. I wonder if it was one of those things where the building used to be structured differently and her pelvis down was on the next floor. Pelvis down. Ew. Completely frozen to the spot, my mom tried not to scream to her friend, even though she said she didn't feel panicked at all. In fact, she said she felt this overpowering sense of calm. So it must have been a good ghost. Yeah, my mom looked at this girl straight in the eye while this girl just continued to smile back at her. She said she tried to turn the hairdryer off without breaking eye contact, but had to look away for a split second to remove the plug from the wall. And when she looked back up, almost instantly, the girl had gone. Now remember, she had been sitting on the floor right beside the exit door. And so if this girl had entered or left the room, my mom would have literally had to have moved her entire body to let her out. She had not budged from the floor once. Naturally, once the shock of what she had just seen set in, she called to her friend and the both of them darted to the common room where the other two people on the floor were sitting eating food. Both of them asked the two if they'd seen this girl leaving the floor as she would have had to exit the building via the common room. Of course they didn't. They said they hadn't seen a single person enter or leave the dorm and that they had been in the common room for the guts of an hour, at least, so they would have seen her. Ew. My mom said it was at that point she began to feel her breath quickening. There was a church on campus, and both mom and her friend decided they would visit the chaplain first thing the next morning and explain to the priest what had happened and what they had both seen. Because remember, my mom's friend said she saw someone walk past the bathroom door minutes before my mom saw the girl in the mirror. As they were explaining what she looked like, my mom said the priest began to scrunch his eyebrows as if he was remembering something. The priest told them to wait for a second and disappeared into a room at the back of the church. He returned a minute or two later with a huge folder full of mask cards and began to flick through them He stopped and pulled out one out of the folder My mom said her heart dropped when he turned it around and asked does this lady look familiar to you? Shakily my mom replied. Oh my god. Yes, that's her. That's the girl I saw last night. I just got full chills I did too. I got a womb There on the mask card wearing exactly what my mom had described was the girl in the mirror. Oh, that's chilling Mom said she looks so angelic and beautiful. The priest then dropped his head and looked at the mask card. Softly, the priest uttered, this lovely girl was a student here, but sadly passed away from leukemia about seven years ago. Oh, I just got another chill. At this point, both my mom and her friend began to cry, mostly because of how sorry they were for her, but also because she chose to show herself to them. The priest then came up to their dorm and blessed it. Nothing happened after that, and they never saw her again, but mom claimed she wasn't scared because she knew that girl, the girl that she had seen was a kind soul, and if any, was probably just looking over the place while they were there. To this day, my mom still received various signs, such as knocks on doors when she's home alone, or having premonitions in her dreams of things that will happen not long after she's dreamt of them. So yeah, I think it's safe to say Mama Bear is definitely a gifted soul who attracts the weird and wonderful. Or who knows, maybe E.T. had something to do with it. Maybe. But anyway, I hope you enjoyed these tales that we can all thank my fabulous mother for. And remember to keep it weird, but not so weird that, you know, all that. I love that so much. You know, all that. Sive, that was so good. Both of those stories, fucking scary. Yeah, very, very scary. Guys, these were great tales. These were so good. Oh, the scary lady is sitting with me. I love it. 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