Black Tentacles, Phantom Passenger & Missing Time | 430

[00:00:08] This episode is brought to you by my newest supporter, Jay. Thank you for making the show possible. Welcome to Paranormal Mysteries, and thank you for joining me as we explore the unknown.

[00:00:35] As always, I'm your host, Nick Ryan. Let's begin tonight's journey with Cliff, who calls his experience, The Longest Night of My Life Continued. Cliff's experience involves suicide, and may be uncomfortable for some listeners. Hello Nick, thank you for airing my previous story on episode 421. I won't tell that story all over again, but to better understand the remainder of the story that I'm telling here,

[00:01:04] I encourage listeners to go back and listen to that one. That said, I'll continue. This took some time to figure out, but as I stated in the aforementioned episode, my wife and I both experienced some terrifying things, and we had near-fatal things happen to us before we were able to move out. Fast forward six years. My mom, who has visited me in that very apartment on numerous occasions, bought a house and moved into it in the same town as the apartment aforementioned.

[00:01:33] Then, some three years later, after losing my job, getting very sick with chronic mini-strokes and seizures, I had to move in with my mom temporarily for financial reasons. It made the best sense at the time. I needed a little help, and she had gotten older and not well, and was falling often, and needed to have someone around to keep an eye on her, as well as help out around the house. However, during the next five years, everything just went to hell in a bucket. Literally, to hell.

[00:02:02] You see Nick, I am a Christian and an ordained minister. Now you don't have to be an ordained minister to believe in God, but I devoutly do. That said, you can't believe in God without also acknowledging that there is the devil, Satan. And I think Satan was present here, in this house, among myself, my wife, and my mom. I'll explain. First, my brother, who had also visited me on numerous occasions at the aforementioned apartment,

[00:02:31] also bought a house on the same street where my mom and subsequently my wife and I lived. Sometime shortly after moving here, he slowly and systematically became more and more angry and resentful toward me. He accused me and my wife of terrible things, and was angry at me basically all the time. This eventually got so bad, we stopped speaking to each other altogether, as the turmoil between us was leading to threats of violence, and that kind of thing.

[00:02:57] Simultaneously, my wife's cancer worsened, as it was perpetuated by unemployment, and the resulting money-related issues, which included loss of health insurance. I experienced repetitive illnesses of one kind or another. There was always something, either reoccurring bloodstream infections, seizures, and other things that I'd rather not get into here. My wife and I fought constantly. We just couldn't get along. This is atypical for us, as we normally get along very well,

[00:03:25] and we do everything together as best friends, who enjoy one another's company. Also, my mom changed, in a very big and bad way. You see, my mom and I have always been very close. We talk every single night after work by phone, and over dinner once a week. That kind of close. I am the oldest of three, and truth be known, I always felt as though I was her favorite. I was her golden boy. But not anymore.

[00:03:53] She began to display the same anger, resentment, and just terrible behavior toward me as my brother had. She said terrible things to me, stayed angry at me all the time, threatened to kick me out all the time, and accused me of funky crap that I'd supposedly done in the past, which were never even remotely close to being true. She hated me. It was terrible. Mine and her cats would not even go around her. I've even seen all four of them just camp out in my bedroom and stay in there,

[00:04:22] as if waiting for her to go to bed, as to avoid her. Meanwhile, I had sunk into a terrible, long, deep, and dark depression. The kind of depression that there's just no evident end to. Hopelessness and helplessness, with no answer and no hope. During this, our beloved cat of 11 years, Manning, who meant the world to us, passed away. Then my mom's cat died. Then my mom's dog.

[00:04:48] My sister, who had been somewhat estranged at the time, came and stayed for a few days. During her stay, she exhibited weird behavior, like not making sense, falling asleep and literally staying passed out on the back porch in a chair for six hours. It was just weird. Then, a few short months later, she died. Nobody knows what happened to her, but she was found lying on the ground outside of her home, unresponsive.

[00:05:15] After a week or so on life support, she passed away. Again, there was no scientific explanation of what happened to her. So, about four months ago, there I was. My wife's dying. I'm dying. My mom and my brother both hate me. My sister is dead. My cat is dead. My mom's dog and cat are both dead. And I have no hope. None. I gave up. So, my plan was to go to the shed behind the house,

[00:05:44] call 911 so that my wife didn't see, put a gun in my mouth, and pull the trigger. It was the best route out, and I was not afraid. I actually welcomed it. I could not go on. I was done. It had to end. Then though, out of the blue, an old friend texts me and gives me a job. With the job came health insurance, meaning in big part, a way to treat my wife's cancer. Also, a company vehicle, and later a great deal on renting his house away from here.

[00:06:14] It was a three-hour drive away. All this in turn meant a way for me to get away from my mom. I hate to say it, but the only answer with my mom's behavior was to just simply get away from her. That's still kind of an ugly predicament. It just is what it is. To better understand this present home's proximity to the apartment from before, I'll explain. To get to that apartment involves a series of winding streets, which created a little confusion of what direction you were really going

[00:06:43] when driving to and from there. Then, in the past year or so, the land adjacent to my mom's current home was cleared to make way for a big residential development project. When I was out walking one day, I was taking a good close look at this big clearing. And holy crap, there it was. Those apartments. I never realized they were this close. They were literally less than 1,000 feet away. And I have been living literally right on top of it for the past five years.

[00:07:11] They just couldn't be seen until that land was cleared. And I never fully understood the close proximity to those apartments. And to that house. So, this is what I think happened. I think that apartment, the one I mentioned in the previous episode, the apartment I lived in 14 years ago, had a demon in it. I think that demon attached itself to me and my family. It convinced my brother as well as my mom to both buy a house and move to less than 1,000 feet of that apartment.

[00:07:39] It made my brother and my mom hate me. It killed my cat, my mom's cat and dog. And it almost made me commit suicide. Today, remember that job I told you about and the friend that helped me? Well, I'm moving now. And I have a new feeling of just being alive. The sky looks a little bluer. My eyes seem a little clearer. My wife's getting her cancer treated. And my life has now finally changed. As I said earlier, I am a firm believer in God

[00:08:09] and of the devil as well. He has a lot of power. And as they say, attacks you at the time of your weakest and your most vulnerable state. Thank you for sharing my story. And for those of you who don't believe this, I understand. Because I wouldn't believe it either. Thanks again. And much love and respect for what you do. Our next experience comes to us from Ainsley.

[00:08:38] And their experience is called Choked by a Shadow and Lost Time. Hi Nick. I've been listening for just over a year. And I enjoy listening while I work. I have already spoke out on your podcast before on episode 411. As I said before, I am very sensitive to the unknown, though I have never experienced something like this before. I greatly appreciate the chance to get my story out there. And now on to my story.

[00:09:07] As I mentioned in my last story, I live on the side of a mountain in a small town in Washington. On this hill, we have a graveyard that has a church schoolhouse that's been abandoned for years. This event was only a couple of months ago on a Sunday in November. This year we had a late winter, so the leaves were still different shades of oranges and reds. So me and my friend decided to hold a photo shoot all across the mountain. We were driving around taking pictures when we decided to drive up to the old church and schoolhouse.

[00:09:36] We took some pictures by the schoolhouse and then on a bench near the graves, though we decided to not go any further because we thought that it might be rude. The rest of the day went on as usual. I went to work and left a little before 7.30. Now, normally it takes me about 20 to 30 minutes to get from my work to my house. But tonight was different. I had all my windows rolled up, heat blasting, and I was listening to my music. I was just approaching the schoolhouse

[00:10:04] when I felt the start of a constant cool breeze coming from my left shoulder. It was like someone had opened up my back car door and left it open. I glanced back to check if somehow my back door had been opened, even going as far to see if I could roll up the window. But there was nothing. I looked back toward the road when I felt my stomach drop, and it kind of felt like I could start dry heaving at any moment. Then it felt like someone had taken their hand and was pushing down on my neck.

[00:10:33] I had to actively think about sitting up straight. It was like I couldn't hear anything, and my movements felt slowed, like I was weighed down by something. I started praying and called out to whatever was there that they were not welcome anywhere near me and that they were not allowed to touch me. Whatever was there then let go, but it didn't leave. It sat in my back seat, and I could feel it just sitting and watching me. I didn't want to look in my mirror because I was scared that I might make eye contact with her.

[00:11:03] I say her because it was definitely a female spirit. Her energy felt like a mother's anger and disappointment, the kind that makes you want to shrivel away out of shame. Now, theoretically, this all should have happened in the span of about five minutes, but by the time I was pulling up to my house, it was already 9.30. On any other evening, this drive from the schoolhouse should have lasted ten minutes, but for some reason, it was longer. I have absolutely no idea how this happened,

[00:11:32] as I took the same route and went the same speed, but somehow without me noticing, I drove for an hour with no indication that anything was wrong, and I was fully awake. Thank you so much if you share my story, and I appreciate you letting people reach out and share their experiences with you, as well as so many others. Before I continue, please consider showing your support by subscribing, sharing,

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[00:12:33] Our next experience comes to us from Jamie, and Jamie's experience is called Lost Time. Hi Nick, thank you so much for your hard work on these podcasts, and a safe, judgment-free space to share our stories. This is a very short story, but after listening to your newer podcasts, it's encouraging me to share. About 12 years ago, I was working at my first full-time job, and I remember that work was busier than usual that week. Later,

[00:13:01] I did my nightly routine of eating dinner, watching some TV, and I then took a quick shower. I then went to bed, not too long afterwards. I remember letting out an exhausted sigh, and what literally felt like a second later, my alarm went off. It was time to go back to work again. Could I possibly have lost an entire 7 or 8 hours of sleep? Or was I just that exhausted? I felt like I was gypped out of a good night's sleep. Now, I am very religious,

[00:13:30] and not a believer of UFOs at all. But, could a spirit or an angel have been in my room, and I just not have known it? Thank you so very much again, and keep up the great work. Sincerely, Jamie. Our next experience comes to us from Amanda, and Amanda's story is called Black Cloud. I recently found your podcast, and I'm hooked.

[00:14:00] I have always been a believer of the paranormal, and I love hearing true stories. Growing up, I lived in a slightly haunted house in southeast Wisconsin. My mom and my older brother are believers, and my father was skeptical until he had his own experience. My parents went through a development group to build the house that I grew up in. I have no idea what was on the land before the house was built, but I do know the town was mostly farmland at one point. My brother and I were between the ages of five and seven

[00:14:29] while the house was being built. I don't remember too much of that time, but I know that we were too young to help with much, so we played in the dirt a lot. We found a lot of coal and nails, as well as old barn wood. In the beginning of 2002, a few months after we moved in, my brother and I hated sleeping in our rooms at night. My parents did not want us sleeping in the living room every night, so they let us sleep on the floor in our doorways. To give you an idea of the layout of our house, let me tell you.

[00:14:59] It's an open floor plan, so you walk in the front door, and to the right are the stairs to an unfinished basement, and the door to the garage. To the left is the living room and the kitchen. My parents' room is to the left off the living room, and to the right, when the kitchen starts, there is a short hallway where the bathroom is, and at the end was our rooms. My brother's was to the right, and my doorway was on the left, but at an angle where you could see in from the kitchen. My brother's door and my door were close enough that when we slept on the floor,

[00:15:28] we could reach one another. We never talked about why we didn't want to sleep in our rooms, and we still haven't. We just said that we never had our own room before, and we were scared of the change. But, for me, my room just felt dark and heavy. Sleeping on the floor lasted a few months, that is until my parents said that it was enough, and to sleep in our beds once again. I truly did not want to, but we rearranged my room so that my bed was in a place where I could see into the kitchen.

[00:15:57] I am a stomach sleeper, and my head is usually facing the right, so it was the perfect place for me to see into the kitchen. We always had nightlights on around the house, in case we needed to get up for something. Throughout the years, we experienced footsteps on the stairs, constantly felt like we were being watched. This was mostly downstairs, but everywhere in the house, and the TV would turn on and off, all on its own. A few years later, I again got scared of staying in my room.

[00:16:27] This is the embarrassing part of my story. My dad was away a lot, as he was a truck driver. It was 2007, and I was 12. I was sleeping in my mom's bed with her when my dad was away. When he was home, though, I toughed it out in my room. There was something in my room that always felt heavy, and the hairs on the back of my neck always stood up. The same thing would happen when I would be in the living room, and I would feel like something was watching me. I hated being in my room even to get clothes.

[00:16:57] I would get my clothes, and then I would change in the bathroom. Well, staying with my mom lasted about six months. I finally got the nerve up to start staying in my room again as I was way too old to be sleeping with my mom. I am forever grateful that she allowed me to, and she was always understanding about it. In the summer of 2011, I saw what it was that scared me. At this point, I am now comfortable enough to sleep with my door closed. My room was rearranged.

[00:17:27] Since my door was on an angle, there was just a small rectangle space that you could not see from the kitchen when the door was open. That small space had my closet, and just enough room for my comfy chair that was always hidden when my door was open. At this time, my bed was on the outside wall that did not have a window, and it faced the comfy chair. There was just enough walking space between the foot of my bed and the chair, and when opening my door, there was maybe two inches between my door and the bed. My room was pretty small,

[00:17:56] if that gives you any idea. I'm a pretty light sleeper, and take forever to fall asleep. As I was trying my best to fall asleep, I was tossing and turning a bit when I got irritated that I couldn't fall asleep. I opened my eyes to reach for my phone when in the upper left corner of my room behind my door and above my chair, there was a black, hovering cloud. I don't know how else to describe it. It was not a shadow or a figure. It was a cloud that hovered in place. But it wasn't just a cloud.

[00:18:26] It also had what I can only describe as octopus legs, which were coming out and moving in a way as it would have been in water. I know it sounds made up, but I assure you it's not. I know I was not asleep yet, and this really did happen. I was frozen in place. I was shocked that something like this existed, and I was scared that if I moved, it was going to attack. I then got this overwhelming feeling that my late grandfather, who passed a few years before, was with me.

[00:18:56] I know it was him because he always had cologne on, and I smelled it in my room that night. In my head, I heard him say, Don't worry. I will not let this hurt you. Stay calm. I then closed my eyes for about 30 seconds, but it felt like forever. I reopened my eyes when I didn't feel my grandfather with me anymore, and I didn't smell the cologne. I really didn't want to look, but I knew that my mom was still up because I could hear the living room TV,

[00:19:25] and I wanted to tell her. There was also no way that I wouldn't see it because my door was closed, and my bed faced that wall. However, I looked, and thankfully it was gone. I ran so fast to my mom and told her what had happened, and thankfully she believed me. I slept in the living room, on the couch, that night. After that, I'd still sleep with my door closed, but I always had my TV on when I was sleeping. I slept like that for four more years, until I moved out. I only told my mom,

[00:19:56] and I haven't spoke of that experience until now. I never saw the cloud thing again, and I am very thankful I didn't. The only other unexplainable thing that happened in that house was a few years later, when it was just me and my mom in the house. She would go to bed quite early because she worked an early morning shift. I didn't work the next day, so I was up later than normal, and I was still awake in my room watching TV when this happened. I heard a door slam really loud,

[00:20:24] and my dog was barking. She never barks at night, and was always a very calm dog, except for this one night. I got up to see what the matter was, and by the time I got to the end of the hallway, my mom was opening her door. Both me and my mom looked at each other, like, are you okay? And she then asked me why I went into her room, and then slammed the door. I told her that it wasn't me, and that I was in my room when I heard it too. We both could not explain what happened,

[00:20:54] and she slept on the couch the rest of the night. After my brother and I moved out, my dad was the only one home. He thought that my brother came home without telling him because he heard the footsteps on the stairs. When he called for my brother and didn't get an answer, he went downstairs to talk to him. But no one was there. He now believes us about all the things that happened in that house. My parents ended up selling the house a few years ago, and I wonder if the new owners experience anything.

[00:21:24] Paranormal. On a side note, we did have furniture that belonged to some family members that passed away. Maybe someone was attached to something that we had. We no longer have those items, and nothing paranormal has happened to any of us since we moved. Thank you for reading my story. I truly enjoy listening to what others have experienced. Before I bring tonight's episode to an end, I'd like to thank

[00:21:54] 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 being said, I hope you all have a wonderful rest of your evening, and I'll be back in just a few short days with more tales of the unexplained. And until then, please remember, don't wait for the unknown to come to you. Get out there and find it.