It’s Sitting on the Bed, Dog Creature & the Skeleton Key Demon | 423

Welcome once again, and thank you for being here. I'm your host, Nick Ryan. Tonight's episode is brought to you by my newest supporters, Alina and Laurie. Thank you so very much for making the show possible. Tonight's first encounter comes to us from Maya, and Maya's experience is called Pets, Keep Them Away. Maya says, Hi, Nick, I live in Finland, and I have always been sensitive to energies, and I think spirits like me. For some reason. From time to time, I get a strong feeling that I shouldn't go somewhere or do something. I think someone is trying their best to warn me. But as you know, you can't always decide where you go or what you do. That's how I find myself in situations thinking that this is exactly why I should have stayed home. Maybe one day I will tell you more about these experiences, but for now, I want to tell you another story. Almost twenty years ago, my husband and I lived in a tiny apartment in a moderately new building. I tell you this so that you know that no one had died in this building or in our apartment. One summer night, we were laying on the bed and watching TV when I noticed that the mattress went down from the end of the bed, like someone was sitting on it. I pointed to the mattress and asked my husband if he was seeing the same thing. My husband calmly said that it happened all the time, and I was shocked. What do you mean all the time, I asked him, and he said that there seemed to be someone sitting on the mattress almost every night. I sat up, pulled my legs as far from the edge of the bed as I could, and I just stared at the mattress. After a while, something left, and I was upset by my husband's calm attitude. After this event, I felt something sitting on the bed for a few nights, and maybe twice something touched my leg. In October of the very same year, on my birthday, I woke up early in the morning because my husband went to the bathroom. I laid awake with my eyes closed, and I heard him open the bathroom door. I sat up and I saw him walking toward the bed. He smiled and I smiled back. However, instead of coming back to bed, he went to lie down on the floor at the end of the bed. I was confused and a little irritated. Why is he messing around? I thought, he knows that I'm not a morning person. Well, I then reached over the edge of the bed to look at the floor, and there was no one there. At the same time, I heard the toilet flush, and the next thing I knew, my husband was walking out of the bathroom. I was, to say the least, gobsmacked, but for some reason, I still wasn't scared. I didn't tell my husband about the event right away because it was so strange that I doubted my own mental health. Now, in the midst of all the confusion, I realized that this creature had a different kind of underpants on than my husband. You see, my husband would never wear poorly fitting tidy whities. Then we bought some rabbits and they all lived a long, active life, and at one point we had a hamster as well. Years passed and rabbits changed. We moved from one city to another, and nothing strange happened for years. Now. We lived in a pretty new semi detached house, and our latest pet, rabbit, died last summer. We then decided to take a break from pats because it's hard every time they die to us. Pets are family members and dear friends. So last fall I decided to give myself permission to get excited about horror movies and paranormal stories once again. I also decided to accept the fact that I'm a witch. I know it sounds pretty weird, but I'm harmless. Well. A couple of weeks before Halloween, I was asleep and I had a really weird dream. My dreams are always the same and revolve around the same themes, but this time I had a dream like I'd never had before. A beautiful, gray skinned woman hovered above me. I slept on my left side, and in my dream, I was in that same position. The woman was wearing a long sleeved gray dress and her hair was black and white. As she hovered above me, she opened her mouth and began screaming. She screamed into my right ear so loud that I woke up. When I woke up, my ear hurt for a few minutes. I didn't feel threatened by the woman. I think she was just trying to wake me up, but why, I don't know. A couple days later, I was sitting in the living room watching TV. My bedroom door was opened and it's on the same wall as the TV. Suddenly, a pale creature dressed in black appeared at the edge of my door. The creature was tall, its head was touching the upper frame of the door. It had a sharp, small chin, a wide forehead, black eyes, and it smiled at me. When the creature started smiling at me, I got really scared. I just sat on the couch, frozen in fear, and I stared at this creature. Then the creature slowly vanished, and I was thinking that soon I would have to go to the bedroom and change my clothes. I tried to convince myself that this creature was just a figment of my imagination. I also tried to think that because I was tired and watching TV in a dim room, maybe my eyes were just playing tricks on me. Well, around Halloween in the following months, other strange things happened as well. I heard voices and I saw light orbs. However, maybe now is the time to end my story for now. When I started writing about the events of last fall, I realized in the middle of it all that nothing strange ever happened whenever we had pets I believe that pets protect us and they keep these spirits at bay. I don't usually tell anyone about my experiences because well, you know people, but I thought that all of you could enjoy my weird tales. Thank you, Nick for this safe space for us to share our stories. Next time, I will tell you about those light orbs. I promise our next experience of the night comes to us from Ashley, and Ashley says this. Hey, Nick, I hope you are doing well. It's been a while since I've shared a story, so here's one that I haven't shared. I've always been sensitive to spirits, and I've apparently passed that down to my son. He used to see and hear them all the time, but now he doesn't see them as much as he used to. However, he can still feel when one is near. When he was around four years old, I was laying down with him while he fell asleep, which was our nightly routine. As we were laying there, he all of a sudden sat up a little and looked at the end of the bed. He then turned to me and said, Mommy, who is that nice man singing? I asked him where the man was, and he pointed to the bottom of the bed. I told him that I couldn't see the man, but there was no need to be afraid because it's probably one of his ancestors or even an angel, just helping him to fall asleep. He then turned back to me and said, ah, that's so nice of him to do that. He then laid back down and was asleep in a matter of moments. I've never forgotten that night, and I've always been grateful to whoever the man was that was singing to my baby boy that night. He definitely helped comfort him, and he helped him to drift off to sleep. I know this is a pretty short story, but also a very sweet one. I hope you and the listeners enjoy it. If you decide to share, keep up the great work with the podcast and I will send more stories in soon. Take care, Ashley. Our next story of the night comes to us from Julia, and Julia's experience is called Strange Dog type Animal. Julia says, hello, I have been a listener for a while now and finally decided to share one of my past experiences that has haunted me for years. I have had several unexplainable things happen in my life, but this particular one seems to stick out to me for some reason, and I'm curious if anyone else has seen anything like this. When I was about seventeen around nineteen ninety nine, I was driving to see my boyfriend who was hanging out at a friend's house by our local lake. This is located in Lincolnton, Georgia, on Lake Thurmond, also known Lake Heartwell. I was driving down Highway forty seven and it was about eight o'clock at night. Growing up in this area, we are trained from a very early age to watch out for deer on the side of the road, as they are abundant out by the lake, so when driving we become adept at watching the road and the sides of the road at the same time. Well on my right was a slight ditch running along the side of the road. All of a sudden there was this large, strange looking dog standing sort of hunched over in the ditch. It was much bigger than the Doberman's I owned at the time and much bulkier. It was completely white, which was startling to me, and it had the strangest looking face and eyes that I'd ever seen. The face felt like it was sort of elongated a little, and the eyes were mostly all black. It stared straight at me as I passed, and I sort of remember taking in a sudden breath when I saw it, and then I kind of froze as I drove past it. I immediately looked back in my rear view mirror, but I didn't see it anymore. Now, there is always a chance that it was just a strange looking dog, but it didn't feel that way. I've always been told to trust my gut, and my gut said that it was something else. I always referred to it in my head as the ghost dog, and maybe it was, or maybe it was something else. It's been about twenty six years since I saw this thing, and I can still see it clearly in my mind. I told my boyfriend and his friend about it when I arrived, since they told me that I looked like I was scared to death, but neither one of them said that they had ever seen anything like it. It feels good to get it out in the open, since I only ever told a handful of people about this. Thanks for that, and if someone else has ever seen anything like this, please feel free to pass along my email and thank you for the platform. Before I continue. Please consider showing your support by subscribing, share and given the podcast a positive review. You can also visit me on Patreon, buy me a coffee or PayPal and make a donation, or become a member starting at just a dollar a month. You can even join my Patreon membership for free and get access to all of my future updates. And of course, just listening to the show 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, our next experience of the night comes to us from Emily, and Emily's experience is called the Skeleton key Dmon. In twenty nineteen, my husband and I moved in together for the first time. He was my boyfriend at the time and we had been together for a few months. The home we moved into was a quaint, two story brick home in a small town in Kansas. After we had been approved for the home, we began to move our things in. The landlords were very kind and neighborly and helped us out a lot. They were a married couple named Steve and Becky. When we moved almost all of our furniture in, Steve stopped us on the porch and he asked us, do you guys believe in ghosts? Well, my husband and I had both discussed our like minded beliefs by this point in our relationship, and we did, in fact believe in the paranormal, so we both told him, yes, we do. And he then said, well, this house is haunted. I hope it doesn't bother you, but there are some doors that open on their own, and I have put latches on the basement door and the attic door. At that point, we all looked at each other and we assured Steve that we didn't mind and that it was no big deal. I truly didn't believe at that point that anything would ever happen. A few months into living in the home, we noticed the door leading to the upstairs and off our kitchen was closed. This was odd, as we always kept the door open and we had no reason to close it. It was also locked. The landlords had given us a universal skeleton key to lock and unlock the doors in the home. The house had been built in eighteen ninety. Well, we tried the skeleton key on the door and we had no lock opening it. We thought this was odd, and in a slight panic, I remembered that I had a set of old skeleton keys that I had inherited from my grandma. I had them hanging up in the dining room in a decorative way. I then went to grab one of the keys and we tried it on the door and it opened right up. At that point, we shrugged the situation off, thinking that it was just one of my husband's children. They were eight at the time, and we figured that they messed with it before we took them back to their mother's at the end of that weekend. Over the next couple of weeks, that same door closed on us two or three more times, and each time we had to use one of my grandmother's old skeleton keys to open it. This bothered my husband great. We were both Christians and thought that this might be demonic. With the feeling that we both had, my husband decided to talk to the landlords about it, and they mentioned that years earlier their daughter had died upstairs in the home. We knew that that might have opened the house up for something that was paranormal in nature. My husband then decided to take matters into his own hands and set up cameras on the stairs. I knew this was not a good idea and it would attract more activity. I had watched too many ghost shows in my life to think otherwise. One evening, my husband and I were arguing at the time about work or something, so I decided to cool off and take a bath to get my mind off things. During my bath, I heard my husband yelling at whatever was haunting the stairwell. His camera had been picking up orbs and he was trying to take control of the situation. I got out of the tub and dried off, and then suddenly my husband ran into the bathroom freaking out. He took his shirt off and showed me his back. There was a sea series of scratch marks running up and down his back. They were fresh and they were bright red. We were both shocked, and we knew that this had reached the next level. We loved the home, and believing in Jesus as we did, we knew that we could do something about this. I read and looked up videos on what to do. It all came to a simple answer. Believe that Jesus can do the job for you well. One day after work, I got home before my husband. I had a feeling in my spirit that I needed to go for it. I felt confident, and I suddenly spoke any demonic and any spirits that are not of this world, this home, and the Lord Jesus, I command you to leave this home right now, in the mighty name of Jesus. After this, I felt great relief, and I knew the haunting was over. In the coming weeks and months, the skeleton key door no longer locked, and we no longer felt anything negative. It was over, and whatever had been there was now gone. I truly believed that we were dealing with the demon due to the fact that my husband had been scratched and the only keys that worked were my grandma's. I was very close to her and she had passed away a couple years prior to that. She had taught me about Jesus, and she set the standard for which I believe that he is the one who saved our home, and he is the one who has authority over everything. Jesus is real and demons are real. Thank you for listening. I love sharing this story. I appreciate your podcast, and my husband and I love listening in the car. Our next experience also comes from Emily, and this experience is called My Haunted Grandma and her Creepy Bed. Emily says this story begins in my childhood. Early childhood, I can remember going to my grandmother's house often and staying the night with her in various areas. Home, my family and I lived in the country in south central Kansas on forty acres. My family and I had a home on the acreage, and so did my grandmother. My grandmother was widowed, having lost her husband to als in nineteen eighty five. He had passed away in the home after years of being ill. She was his nurse and she cared for him well. I remember growing up and hearing my grandma tell us stories about the history of her eighteen eighty home and the paranormal things that happened to her there. She was a deeply religious Christian woman, but she said that she always believed in ghosts due to living in the home. The first story that I remember her telling my siblings and I was when she was taking care of her sick husband in the eighties and she could not explain some of the miracles that happened during that time, one of them being my grandfather, was standing on the porch one morning, having to lean on it due to him losing the use of his legs. She was watching him when he suddenly started falling forward. She panicked and ran to the door, still able to see him through the front picture window. When she reached the porch, she saw him being held up in the air. She was expecting him to topple into the yard, but it looked as if someone or something was holding him up and preventing him from falling. Shocked, she noticed that he started to rise up on his own. However, she knew it was impossible that he was doing such a thing because he didn't hardly have any bodily strength left. She told me that he then stood straight back up and looked at her with such a piece She believed that this was his guardian angel who had prevented him from falling. She also spoke of a time when she was trying to put in his pick line and she was having a hard time finding a vein. She said that she got extremely worked up, and she laid her hand on him with tears in her eyes. A moment later, she felt her hand being held by something invisible, and the needle was then brought right to a vein without her moving a muscle herself. She also believed this was a guardian angel, and I remember feeling so much wonder hearing this miraculous story. In my childhood, as I said earlier, my siblings and I had a lot of sleepovers at her house. I can remember laying in her sitting room and having a bed maid on her love seat. She told us the sitting room was originally the dining room when the house was built. I remember hardly being able to sleep in that room because I would be entertained watching a ghostly figure. It was a middle aged woman in an old fashioned dress and apron, with her hair in a bun and running around the kitchen looking like she was fixing a big meal. Once. I even remembered her standing over me and telling me to have sweet dreams. I remember this clearly, like she was just someone who inhabited my grandma's house. I would have been between two and seven years old when I would have these experiences. I quit seeing her after a while. I would tell my grandma about her, and she would just say, oh, that must be the original lady of the house, cooking meals for her husband and her sons. I was never scared in her house, and there was always a piece there. However, there was one room in her house that I didn't like to stay in. It was one of the three bedrooms and it had an old wooden bed frame that I always had a creepy feeling about. It was kind of like it didn't belong in her home for some reason. Years later, I moved out on my own. When I was about twenty years old, I needed a bed frame, and my grandmother said that I could have that one, the wooden one. She told me that she had bought it from a garage sale in the nineteen seventies. The fierce from the bed from my childhood had subsided, and I accepted the bed, thankful to my grandmother for giving it to me. Well, one of the first nights in the new home, I remember being woken up by the bed creaking. I opened my eyes and I saw shadows of a man and woman and they were standing at the foot of the bed. I was in bed with my boyfriend at the time, and I woke him up startled, telling him to look at the foot of the bed. Two saw both the shadows male and female. We then turned the lamp on and they disappeared. I was not thrilled about this, and I prayed that whatever had been there to please leave us alone. I didn't see them again, but the blankets would end up on the floor around the bed quite often in the coming years. My grandmother asked me shortly after getting the bed, how are the old couple that haunt the old bed? To say the least? I was shocked, but I didn't ask her any more about it. I thought that it was better to leave well enough alone. A few years later, my boyfriend and I had gotten engaged and we had had the bed in the guest room in our new house. We had a weird feeling about the bed, just as I did in my childhood. Well, he and I both ended up splitting up a couple years later, and one day I went back to collect my belongings, one of them being the bed. When I got there, he was freaking out and begging me to get the bed out of his house. What the heck happened and why are you freaking out? I asked. He responded with last night I heard a bang in the guest room and he then told me that he had walked in and saw that all the bedding was on the floor, and that all the pictures that we had taken together were on the floor and face down. I then told him I don't think that couple likes you anymore, and I just left it at that. I used the bed for about another year or so after this, and I didn't experience any more paranormal activity with that bed. I figured that my prayer years earlier had kept whatever was attached to the bed at Bay. Now the bed is in storage in my mom's garage. I figure I may use the bed again someday when my kids are old enough to have a full sized bed. Then again, maybe I shouldn't. I hope everyone enjoyed tonight's episode, and before I leave you, i'd like to thank Maya, Ashley, Julia, and Emily for coming forward with their experiences. And if you'd like to sho you're your paranormal encounter or learn more about supporting the show, you can find all my contact and support information in the show notes, as well as that Paranormal Mysteries podcast dot com. Until next time, thank you again for tuning in, and I'll see you back here in my next episode of Paranormal Mysteries,