My Ghost, Evil House & Stone Tape Theory | 471

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English is not my first language, so bear with me. I have a few small experiences, and the one I will share today is not a scary one. This happened in 2012 in Denmark. I lived in a small town on the island Funen. My now ex-husband and I lived in a two-family farmhouse with my grandparents, which we made into a two-family house ourselves, so it was not very soundproof. We had the upper floor with an entrance on the lower floor where my grandparents lived. The house was neighbor to the city church and cemetery, and in the years of 1920 to 1950, it was used to store people before they were buried, if too many had died close to each other. My husband studied on Arrow Island, so he would often stay the weekends at Arrow, and then get back in the weekends, and my grandparents had a lot of social activities that were outside of the house, so needless to say, I was home alone many evenings. One evening, when I had just tucked my son into bed, I heard the sound of a car in the driveway. It's a very distinct sound since the driveway is filled with gravel. I then heard the sound of my grandparents' door being opened and then closed. The sound of footsteps on the wooden floors. And then, nothing. No voices. No nothing. That's strange, I thought to myself, and then I went downstairs to check on them. But there was no one in their apartment, and their car was not anywhere to be seen. No car was in the driveway, but I had heard it getting closer to the house. I could hear it stop, and the sound of the door opening. This was the first time this happened, so I just brushed it off as maybe I was tired. I was studying for my bachelor with a baby, so not much sleep was provided. But then, on another evening, where I actually had to talk to my granddad, it happened again. The car in the driveway, the door opening and then closing, and the footsteps on the wooden floors. I went downstairs, but just as my hand was on the door handle to their apartment, it hit me. I didn't hear the sound of footsteps in the gravel, which would have been a very clear sound. I went back upstairs, and I thought about the last time that it happened. I couldn't remember hearing the sounds of footsteps in the gravel from the car to the house. When my husband came home from Arrow, I told him about it, but of course he didn't believe me. He is a very strong non-believer in anything not scientifically proven. But then, one evening when he was home, he needed to talk to my granddad about something they needed to fix on the house. And it happened again. We both could hear the car in the driveway and the door opening and closing, but there were no footsteps. My husband then got up and said, I'll go talk to him now. And I said, but they're not home. He then replied, what do you mean? We just heard the door closing. I then explained to him that we did not hear the footsteps from the car to the door, and therefore, that was not my grandparents coming home. Well, he didn't believe me, so he got downstairs, opened up their door, and called for my granddad. He then came back up the stairs. They're not home, he said, very puzzled, and I replied to him, No, I know that. That's what I've been telling you about. He never really did believe what happened. He couldn't explain it, but I think he just chose to not believe that it was an experience with the paranormal. Our next experience comes to us from Kamian, and Kamian's experience is called Sweet Visits. Hello Nick, thank you for all that you do and for all the listeners that submit their stories. I've been wanting to tell you about my stories for a while, but I'm finally getting around to it. My first story starts when I moved into the dorms for college in Denver in the mid-90s. We were only a few days into our new experience when I was hanging out in my room with my roommate and a number of other girls. I was sitting on the floor in front of the door, and they were all sitting across the room from me on a countertop. We were chatting away, and suddenly we all stopped at the same time, and they all looked behind me in unison. I saw looks of shock on their faces. I turned around to look, but nothing was there. I asked them, was a man just standing behind me? But there was total confusion, as they were trying to answer me with both yes and no, all at the same time, but they were obviously confused about how to give me a straight answer. They all freaked out, and then scurried out of the room. This was our introduction to my ghost. I often sensed his presence, and the other girls occasionally seemed to as well. My first roommate moved out pretty quickly thereafter, and my next roommate seemed to avoid hanging out in our room. He became known as Cam's ghost on the floor, making everyone squirmy except for me. He only made his presence known whenever I was around. Over the next semester, he would do silly little things like moving things and hiding my keys. I would set them down and then later find them in a jacket pocket that I had already checked. He even did that when I left Denver and then came back home. I never felt threatened, it just made me smile, and I liked knowing that he was around. I never saw him except in my mind, but what he looked like was very clear to me. I never heard of him messing with anyone else. He would just scare them. When I moved to another part of town, he didn't tease me as much, but he was more clear in my mind, and I felt more connected to him. There were a few times when my cat seemed to see him because all of a sudden she would jump on the back of the couch, staring at something intensely, and either pawing or meowing at it. She didn't seem frightened, though. Over the summer, I went home, and I was helping my mom with a project and sorting out old photos that had been stashed ever since her parents died over 20 years prior As we were going through them I saw one and gasped I said Oh my god mom that him That's my ghost. She went white and completely still while she stared at me. I asked her, What? What is it? And she slowly replied that I was looking at a man who she had briefly dated in Denver. She had gotten pregnant and then aborted the baby. Apparently, this all happened very close to where I was now living. Instantly, I knew that he had shown himself to me as his dad so that I could recognize him and know that he was my brother. This also explained his playfulness and why I felt so safe with him. It made me happy to know how we were connected. After I moved away from Denver, I never felt or even saw him again, but I've always hoped he would reappear. At least I know who he is and why he connected with me. I've always been grateful that he came into my life and how that picture showed up when it did. It still makes me giggle thinking about all the girls on that floor who got freaked out by him. I still wonder what he looked like to them when they saw him standing behind me, as they could never really describe it. My second short story is about a kitty of mine. I was living in San Diego, and I had this sweet girl named Nana. We lived close to a busy road, but were separated by a small canyon between us. The canyon was basically inaccessible to people, so you never saw anyone down there. We knew that wild animals lived down there, both on the ground and in the trees. We tried to not let Nana out, but she still got out sometimes. One night, she didn't come home, and we were worried. And then the following day, she didn't come home either. Even though we looked for her, I just knew that she was gone. In my mind, she showed me that a fox had chased her into a storm drain, and that she was never coming back. I sat there on the stairs leading up to our apartment, and I was crying. But then I looked up to see her walk by and look back at me. It wasn't like an apparition, but I could still see her clearly. I knew that it was her coming to say goodbye, so I could feel closure, despite my sadness. Of course, I could never confirm how she died or if she actually did die, but I just knew. And I was grateful that she came to say goodbye. On an unrelated final note, many years after both of my experiences, my little sister came out as a psychic medium. Somehow, when she told me, it all of a sudden made so many things about her make sense. She has since developed her skills and is now a very talented medium with clients all over the world. I've never experienced a fraction of what she has, but I'm honestly glad about that. My dad eventually revealed to me that she got it from him, but he shut it down when he was a young man, because he couldn't handle it. I'm very close with him, and he is one of my forever soulmates. I was told that we have experienced all 17 lifetimes together. I feel sure that he was a shaman in a past life, which drew him to New Mexico like a magnet, and gave him a passion for ethnology, as well as the rich history of indigenous people here. He still carries a bit of that shaman energy, which mostly comes out whenever he wants to help his girls heal. Thank you for listening to my stories. It's fun to finally share them with you. I wish all of you peace and love as we move into the new year, which I seriously hope is a heck of a lot better than this one. Our next experience of the night comes to us from Samantha. And Samantha says, Hi and good day. This experience happened in Tyler, Texas between 2017 and 2023 My experiences have been happening my whole life But the one I'd like to tell you and your listeners about involves my husband, children, and myself My second husband and I have been together since April of 2014 It did not take long for us to become a couple and move together My husband came with his son who had just turned four into my home with myself and my two children My daughter was six, and my son was five. Unlike some stepmoms and stepdads, we both filled our spots perfectly. He accepted my two children as his own, and his son became mine. I tell you this because of our tight bond. Going through what we went through in the years to come would have torn a family apart. And it almost did just that. To start my story, my husband and I made it official on July 8th of 2016. We conceived our daughter on our honeymoon. We needed a bigger home for our growing family. When I was five months pregnant, we moved into a 3,000-square-foot home that was perfect. It had four or five bedrooms, three bathrooms, and a huge yard for me to have chickens. We converted the office into the fifth bedroom for our baby that was on the way. Our happy baby girl was born at the end of March in 2017, and that's when odd things started to happen. I was a manager at a huge corporation with stores worldwide. My husband did power lines, and with that, he would do storm jobs. His crew would go to states that were hit with hurricanes and other storms to restore power. This is important because it left me home alone with four kids. I needed a nanny, someone that I could depend on to love my kids as their own. I should say that I'm an intuitive empath. I can tell within minutes if someone is good, bad, or personally is a good fit. Like I said, I have experienced things my whole life. So I met with a woman who had a child and was pregnant with her second, and she was the perfect fit. Now, being the mom that I was, I had cameras all throughout my house, inside and out. The nanny knew this before she accepted the job, and she understood the reasons why. We would see shadows and hear things. The kids would be on their trampoline, and it would be getting dark outside, and we would hear the weirdest growls. They weren't animalistic at all, and in fact, I can't really describe how bad they sounded. They were evil. I hardly ever paid attention because I knew my faith would carry me through, until my nanny called freaked out about a shadow that she saw, and she wanted to know if my camera had picked it up. I looked on the cloud, and this shadow figure was enormous. It just passed through. I should also say that my nanny at this point had told me that she was a medium, and she began to tell me things that only I experienced in the house, but kept silent. At this point, my oldest was 11, and she started to tell me about waking up and not being able to move her head or her body. She saw something in her closet with glowing eyes that was staring at her. At one point, my husband had a boys' night while I took the girls to my mom's for the night. The story that I got when I got home was terrifying. The boys and my husband had camped out in the living room to watch movies. My son went to his room to grab a blanket and a pillow, and when he opened the door to his room and turned on his light, standing on his bed was this black solid figure in a crouching position with burning red eyes that was just staring at him My son never broke eye contact just bent down grabbed his things and then ran to the other end of the house My baby at this time was two and she would start to talk about a black snake that was slithering down the walls and over the ceiling. Everyone in my house had experiences except my husband. Names were being called, toys moving with no batteries, and posters and balloons that were tacked on the walls were getting yanked off. It just got horrible. My health declined rapidly, and I was going to several specialists. I was getting back injections, having massive GI issues, and the last straw was when they found a spot on my lung, possibly leading to lung cancer. My husband and I were at each other's throats. My kids fought, and the biggest issue was that my husband didn't believe any of us. We would fight so bad, I decided that if lung cancer is what I had, I'd prefer to do my treatments alone than to be miserable with him. It got so bad that I decided to take my children and move in with my mom and dad. We were looking at divorce. Only when I moved in with my parents did my husband finally start experiencing the things that we were. Scissors and knives were being thrown, and his hat and sunglasses were being thrown off his head when he had them on. It was aggressive, so he decided to move his son and himself to his mom and dad's. I knew in my heart that he was being influenced, and finally, he saw it too. It sounds like a movie, right? But no, this was my life for six years. Being scratched, having things move, having items thrown at us, and so much more. In the winter of 2023, my husband and I got another home together in another city. My husband has been baptized and recognizes that these things did happen. It's just not something that you see on TV. Do I still see things, sense things, and hear things? Absolutely, but they aren't bad. It's a gift. Even back then it was a gift. Just know that you can get out of bad situations, and you can come back even stronger than ever before. Let me know if you'd like to hear other things that we've experienced, and I will gladly share. Unfortunately, the cloud service that we had the videos saved to was removed by the alarm company, and we lost the videos. I do have some orbs that I saved to my phone because of another weird experience. I know this took long, but it was a long six years. 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 of the night comes to us from Stefan, and Stefan's experience is called Stone Tape Truth. Before reading Stefan's account, I'd like to give you a brief definition of something called stone tape theory. The theory is that in rare cases, certain traumatic events can be projected onto stones or other materials, and essentially become embedded into it. Then, under certain circumstances, these traumatic events can somehow be replayed or experienced at a later time. To date, the stone tape theory has yet to be proven within the scientific community, but I personally believe that this experience that Stefan is about to share with us is possibly the best evidence that I've ever heard, proving that stone tape theory is in fact very real. This is Stefan's experience. Greetings, Nick. As so many submitters have said before, thank you for a place where those of us who have experienced the supernatural and paranormal can tell our stories without fear of ridicule. Also, thank you for telling these stories as is and letting listeners make of them what they will. Let me begin by stating that I will be using a letter for a name, as I don't have the person's permission to use his name. With that said, let me begin. I am a lifelong Texas public high school teacher, and as many television shows, radio programs, and even podcasts have noted, many of our schools, especially the older ones, have a haunting or two. This event occurred at the first high school that I taught at, in a small rural town that at the time boasted a total population of approximately 3,500 people. Yes, what people often say about small towns applies here. Everyone knew everyone. Everyone was related to everyone else. And everyone knew everyone's business. The high school had a total student population of approximately 250 students, freshmen through seniors. Before I go any further, however, I do need to take a moment and describe the layout of the school, as this will factor into my story. The school was made up of two long hallways that ran north to south. There was a north hall, and then, offset from the south end of the North Hall, was the South Hall. Both halls were roughly 200 feet long. These halls were connected by a short, perpendicular hall, which had the main entrance to the school. If seen from above, the school would look somewhat like a runic S. I believe the building was constructed in either the late 50s or the early 60s. Upon entering the school, turning left would take you up the North Hall. Immediately to the left was the main office, with the principal's office connected to it. Past the office, I don't remember if there was a storage closet, an electrical cabinet, or a classroom, but there was something between the back of the principal's office and the restrooms. The restrooms were about a third of the way up the North Hall. This detail we'll figure in later. The hallway continued in classrooms to the end. Roughly 15 feet further down the perpendicular hallway would take you to the beginning of the South Hall. My classroom was the last room. on the right. This story begins at the start of the new school year, almost 40 years ago. I was a brand new first-year teacher, so I knew this year would be an eye-opener. I just didn't realize how eye-opening it would turn out to be. On the first day, all the teachers stood in the hallway next to their classroom doors, welcoming the students. As I was standing there, I noticed, across the hall and up a bit, a group of older students chatting excitedly especially with a girl in the middle of the group My first reaction was ah must be the head cheerleader the Queen Bee Mrs Popular Right before the tardy bell rang though the group broke up and the girl turned across the hall to go to her class. It was then that I noticed something odd. She was wearing a wig. It took me a few days to get comfortable enough to ask one of my students about the young lady. I don't remember her name, and even if I did, I wouldn't reveal it here, out of the utmost respect for the girl's family. I was told that the girl had been battling a particularly aggressive form of cancer for quite some time. The whole town, and especially the students, had rallied around her and her family, helping out and doing everything they could to keep her spirits up. Over the next couple of weeks, I saw the very best of human kindness. It was absolutely amazing. About a month or so into the school year, the mood of the school changed. A heavy feeling of of nervousness and worry filled the halls and classrooms. I soon realized I hadn't seen the young girl at school for a few days. I was about to ask about her when, one morning, the principal came on the PA system, and in a barely controlled and occasionally breaking voice, he announced that the young lady had passed away. Everyone was stunned at first. Then, needless to say, the next several days were a rollercoaster of high emotions, and all of the teachers were doing more consoling and grief support than teaching. It was rough. Really rough. Especially for me, since I didn't know the girl. It's almost impossible to comfort someone you barely know when all you have are the nearly inane platitudes because you don't know the one who died. Still, as the old adage goes, time heals all wounds, and we eventually got back to the routine of school and learning. But those days were some of the toughest I've ever experienced. in all my years of teaching. Fast forward about six months. It was late February or early March. Early one evening, around 7 p.m., I was working in my classroom, doing some much-needed grading. There were only two people in the school, Mr. M., who had the classroom just up from mine, and me. As I was working, I began to hear a very faint sound coming from the hall. It was strange. I couldn't make out what it was, but I knew it didn't belong there in the building. and especially at that hour. I went into the hallway, and I listened. It was still there, still faint, but it did sound like it would rise and fall in pitch. I walked up the hall to Mr. M's room, and I peeked in. He, too, was busy with a pile of grating. Hey, M, do you hear that? I asked. Not looking up from his grating, he said, you mean the crying? I just stood there with a quizzical expression on my face. He finally looked up. Do you remember when that young lady died at the beginning of the year? I nodded. Well, he said, many of the girls went to the restroom to cry and to try to pull themselves together. Every so often, you can still hear them crying. I've heard it a couple of times I've been up here working late. You're kidding me, I quipped. Go see for yourself, he replied, turning back to the paper. Once you get to the girl's restroom door, the crying will stop. And, see for myself, I did. I marched up the hallway, listening to the sound getting louder and louder. Sure enough, the sound grew less and less unclear and more and more like crying. As I got to the perpendicular hall, I could definitely tell that it was the sound of girls crying, some of them hysterically. As I approached the restroom door, the crying was absolutely heartbreaking. I stood there for a moment, listening. There was some indistinguishable murmuring amidst the crying. Just as I raised my hand to knock on the door, everything suddenly went quiet. I froze for a second, and I then rapped on the door. Hello? Silence. Hello? I said a little louder. Again, dead silence. I'm coming in, I announced, and I pushed the door open. Nothing. No one was in the girls' restroom. I checked everywhere, all the stalls, but nobody was there. I even went next door to the boys' restroom and checked it just in case. There was absolutely nothing that could have caused that sound in either restroom. As I was walking back down the hallway, I kept an ear out to see if the crying would resume, but it didn't. Once I was back at Mr. M's room, I stopped in the doorway. He looked up, saw the expression on my face, and he gave me a grim smile. I told you. Weird, was all I could say as I headed back to my classroom. It would be another ten years before I ever heard the term stone tape theory. After I learned what the theory entailed, I knew that that was exactly what happened to me that evening. I don't know if the crying still happens. I haven't kept up with anyone in that town. But I wouldn't be surprised given the amount of hurt and anguish I heard in those cries. if it still did. Peace and good fortune. Stefan Before I bring tonight's episode to an end, I'd like to thank all of our experiencers for coming forward with their stories. And of course, I truly appreciate each and every one of you for listening and showing your support. With that said, 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. And until then, stay open-minded and stay safe, because the next person that comes face-to-face with a paranormal mystery might be you. 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