Memory From The Womb & Seeing The Supernatural | 449

Welcome back to Paranormal Mysteries, and thank you for joining me as we explore the unknown. As always, I'm your host, Nick Ryan. Let's begin tonight's journey with Ellie, who calls their experience a grandfather's love and an unborn memory. Ellie says, Hei, Nick, I've been an avid listener of your podcast for a couple of years now, and I figured that I would like to contribute and share two of my stories. It's not your typical story of shadow people, but rather one of great love, and the other well, I'm not sure how to classify it. First, a little background for my first story. My grandparents made their home in a very small rural town on the outside of Austin, Texas. They built their home from the ground up when my mom was about seven years old and raised her and my uncle in that house. When I was around two, my mom divorced my dad and we moved in with my grandparents. My grandfather was an amazing man. He knew just how to make anyone smile. He loved the dance, loved to cut the grass, and he loved watching his hometown sports. He worked for our hometown school as a maintenance man. My five other cousins and I would see him and call out for Grandpa. Therefore, all my friends did the same thing until the whole school, spanning from high school to elementary all called him Grandpa. Living with my grandparents, he was my brother and I father figure. He helped raise us, taught us everything we needed to know, showed up for us, and supported us through anything with unconditional love. Me being the only granddaughter, I was absolutely a Grandpa's girl, and needless to say, he greatly spoiled me growing up. He was diagnosed with cancer when I was a child, along with many other health issues, and in the summer of twenty fifteen, after battling cancer for thirteen years, he passed away peacefully at the home that he built, surrounded by all of his family. We were all absolutely heartbroken, including our hometown community. Our family is Catholic and we do believe in the paranormal, but my grandmother does not like to talk about it or watch anything that mentions the paranormal, so we usually talk or watch shows when she's not present. About two months after my grandfather passed, my grandmother, brother, mom, and myself were all sitting in the living room and watching TV. My grandmother got up to get a glass of water, and we heard the loudest gasp of air come from the kitchen. We all popped up from the couch and ran to my grandmother, who was crying uncontrollably. She pointed to the calendar hanging on the wall, and she said that she could see my grandfather's face in the calendar, kind of like how people see the virgin Mary in their toast. No one else could see anything, but she kept saying over and over, he's here. We agreed with her to help calm her down and said that he must have stopped by to check in on her. In the months following, he made his presence known, so we knew that he was still with us. Some days out of nowhere, we would smell the scent of fresh cut grass, even though we had not cut the grass. He also had a distinct walk, kind of like a shuffle, and we could hear him shuffling up and down the hallway. Due to the medical condition he had, he also had a certain cough or a grunt that he did to clear his throat. Every so often, we would hear his cough or shuffle and it would always stop us in our tracks, not in a scared way, but just to stop and wait and see if we could hear him more. But we never did. I moved out of the house when I was eighteen, but I continued to visit my family almost every other weekend over the years. My mom and grandma say that they can hear him every now and then. However, it has been some time since we have really felt him at the house. It has now been ten years since his passing. I am twenty five and I recently had my first child, a baby girl. The first time I stayed at my grandma's house, it was me, my baby girl, my mom, and my grandma. I slept in my mom's room, which is down the hallway to the left. My grandma slept in her room adjacent to my mom's room, and my mom slept on the front couch. Of course, as all babies do, my daughter woke up in the middle of the night for her bottle. I got up, walked into the hallway, up to the kitchen, and started to make the bottle. As I'm warming the bottle, I heard shuffling coming from the hallway, thinking that it was my grandma who heard the baby crying, and woke up. I stick my head into the hallway, but I saw nothing. I didn't make much of it, so I finished the bottle and I headed back to my room. As I'm feeding my daughter, I feel this overwhelming sense of love and a warm, comforting feeling. A scent of fresh cut grass filled the room, and I knew then that my grandpa was with me, admiring my daughter, as she was the first baby to ever be in the house, and she would have been his first great granddaughter, again, a little girl to spoil. I couldn't help but smile, and I cried a bit, knowing that he was there to tell me that he was with me and that he was so happy to finally see his great granddaughter. Ellie's Next Experience contains some very graphic details involving domestic abuse as well as abortion and miscarriage, which may be triggering for some listeners. Discretion is advised. My next story has given me some confusion for years. If you or anyone knows what I experienced and can help give me some clarification or explanation on it, I am open to anything. My father was an abusive man. When my mom found out she was pregnant. He told her that she should get an abortion and he wasn't ready for a baby. My mom knew that she wouldn't ever terminate her pregnancy, so my father would consistently beat her to try and make her miscarry. One day, we went out to my grandparents' house due to family members coming over to visit. I was in the back room where the walls are maroon and there are white curtains over the windows. The bed was in the far right corner, and in the middle of the room are my mother and father. The details of the room will become relevant later. They were arguing about something and I was looking up at my mom as she was pleading with him and crying and bleeding from her mouth. My father her then hit her in the face, causing her lips to get caught in her braces, and he then throws a punch at my mother's stomach. She falls to the floor and he begins to kick her. My grandpa, grandma, uncle, and cousin rush into the room and they tackle my father to the floor, screaming, hitting him, kicking him, and then dragging him out of the room. My grandma rushes over to my mother on the floor and helps her up. We then walk to the front of the house and we get into my cousin's car. She is in the driver's seat crying and telling us to hurry up. In the front yard, my grandpa, great uncles and cousins are giving my father what he deserves for beating a pregnant woman, and I just watch as we drive away. We take my mom to the hospital, where she is told that there is a high risk of her losing the pregnancy and she has to be on complete bed rest for the remaining five months of her pregnancy. She also had to get her lips taken out of her braces surgically. It was a very long and painful process. When I was around seven or eight, I decided to talk to my family about that incident. My father hadn't been in our lives for about six years at this point, and I felt like I needed to tell them about what I had seen. When I was telling them what I saw, they looked completely shocked, and I mean their jaws dropped and their eyes were wide. When I finished, they all said there was no way that I could have a memory of that or saw what happened because I wasn't even born. Yet, you see, my mother was pregnant with me at the time that happened. But yet I told them exactly what happened in perfect detail, even naming the exact family members who were there that day. The back room I described had been turned into a nursery for me. They painted the walls a shade of pink and the curtains were a soft gray, which were all done before my mom gave birth to me, So there was no way for me to have ever known that it was maroon with white curtains. How could that be? How do I recall something when I wasn't even born. It has brought me a lot of con fusion over the years. I can't explain how I remember that incident. However, it is always stuck with me, like a bad core memory. I have done a bit of research on babies in utero and what they can see, but it comes up with the usual light sensitivities, and some babies can see faces, but I have yet to find anything like what I saw. I don't speak of this memory, especially with my family, due to it having to deal with past trauma, but it's something I seem to always remember and question why I was able to see it happen. I believe that God allowed me to see what my mother endured for a reason, but what reason specifically, I do not know. Again, I am open to yours or anyone else's thoughts on this, but ultimately I have to come to terms with not ever having an explanation to how I had seen those events without being born. Thank you for allowing me to tell my stories. I love listening to your podcast. Keep up the good work and blessings to you and all your listeners. Sincerely, hell Our next experience comes to us from Jen and Jen's experience is called Front Lawn Ghost. Hi. Nick, I've been listening to your podcast for a couple of weeks and I really love it. Thanks for doing this. It was the late nineties. My mother, brother and I were staying at my grandparents house in Prince Edward Island. There is a middle bedroom with a double bed where my mom would stay, and the end bedroom with two twin beds where my brother and I would stay. I would always end up sleeping in my mom's bed with her when I was young, but one morning at my grandparents house, my mother and I woke up surprised to see that my brother had climbed into bed with us some time during the night. I think that I was about five or six at the time and my brother was eight or nine. At the breakfast table, my mom asked my brother why he had gotten into bed with us in the middle of the night. He said that around midnight, he woke up and looked out the window in the end bedroom that faces the street. He said that he saw a young man glowing around the edges, standing on the street staring at him. The man then ran around the side of my grandparents house towards the back. My brother was so scared that he got into bed with us. My grandmother asked my brother how old the man looked. My brother said that he looked to be in his early twenties. My grandmother then asked what the man had been wearing, and my brother said that it was a leather jacket. My grandmother then proceeded to tell us that a young man who lived across the street had died in a motorcycle accident in town a few years earlier. He had been in his early twenties. My brother would have never known about that man's passing, and we were left to believe that he had seen his ghost before I continue. Please consider showing your support by subscribing, sharing, 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 comes to us from Michelle, and Michelle had this to say, Sometimes I just know things. The earliest memory I have of this is when I was four or five. My brother is a year younger than me. We were on the third floor of a house in Pennsylvania and it had wooden shutters on the window that you could open and close. My brother was swinging the shutters in and out, which caused him to bend at the waist and lean out the window when he opened them outward. I told him several times to stop at but he didn't listen. I instinctively knew beyond the shadow of any doubt that he was going to fall out of the window. I got as close to him as I could, and I started to think about how and where I would grab him when he fell. Even though we were a year apart, we were so close in size that I could wear his clothes. I decided that I would grab him around the waist, and it was at that moment that he fell headfirst out the window, three stories up, with concrete directly below. I had grabbed him around the waist, but I wasn't strong enough to hold him, and he started slipping through my hands. Our mother was in the back yard hanging laundry, and I screamed for her as loud as I could, and she came running into the house and up three flights of stairs. By the time she reached us, I literally had him by just one shoe string. She pulled him in the window, and he never touched the shutters ever again. A year later, we were living in Maryland with my maternal grandparents. My mother started to realize that I just knew things that I shouldn't. She came home one day and told my grandmother watch this. She then pulled an ear ring out of her pocket and showed it to me. She said, do you know where the other ear ring is that matches this one. It was then that I saw an image in my head of the ear ring underneath the floor mat in her car. So I said yes, and I ran outside to retrieve it. After giving a tour, I went back to playing, but I heard my grandmother say, so what she just saw you drop it? But my mother said no, I just bought these today, and I hid the one under the floor mat myself before I got home. My next experience I call black mist. I've also seen and heard the supernatural while at my grandmother's house. One day, I was sitting in the living room and the hair on my neck rose. I knew something was behind me and that it wasn't good. I turned and I saw a black mist filling the room at the ceiling. Dark foreboding feeling came over me, and something told me telepathically that something terrible would happen to me before my eighth birthday, and it did. My mother brought home her fiance for all of us to meet. Keep in mind, I was always a well behaved and courteous child, and I was looking forward to having a father figure in my life once again, as my parents split up when I was about three or four. However, when she came into the room with this man and I saw him, I began to scream and shake uncontrollably. I ran to my grandfather, climbed in his lap, and cried hysterically, asking him to make him go away. I was terrified by what I felt in his presence. My mother and grandparents were shocked by my outburst. My stepfather was the most evil person I ever met, and he would proceed to make my life hell for the next eight years until I left home at age fifteen. My next experience is called Bigfoot. Around this time, I was visiting my paternal grandparents, whose property backed up to a marshy area at the edge of a river, and it was bordered by woods on one side. They had a mulberry tree in the back yard that I would climb and gather berries for all of us in a bucket. I was singing children's songs and happily eating one berry and then putting one in the bucket when I suddenly just knew that something was behind me. I whipped my head around, and about thirty feet away from me stood something that I had never seen before. A huge ape like creature stood head and shoulders above the cat tails in the marsh, and it was looking directly at me. It was black and covered in hair, and I froze in terror. Something told me not to run, but after a few seconds of shock, I slid my body around the trunk of the tree and I started sliding down as slow as I could, while watching him the whole time. He didn't move. I almost got the feeling that he didn't want to scare me any more than I already. Was kind of like how we act when we come upon a baby bunny rabbit so they don't die of fright. Sliding down the tree was severely scratching my arms and thighs, but I didn't care. When my feet touched the ground, I started backing up until I could turn and run to the front door of the house. I burst inside, and my brain could only think of one thing that matched what I saw, and I yelled, King Kong is outside. I yelled this several times, but my mother and grandmother were immersed in a conversation and they paid no attention to me. I then ran around to all the windows to look out but he had disappeared. I was so scared that he would come back that I never went to the backyard again. My mother and stepfather got married and we moved into an apartment. One night, they had gone out to the movies and I was home alone. They had left the curtains open in front of the balcony doors, and it was dark. I had my back to the doors, sitting at the dining room table, when the hair rose on the back of my neck. Slowly stood up and turned around. In the doorway, there was an image of a young Native American boy, but the image was so big it took up both doors. I was so scared that I ran out of the apartment and down the stairs. A neighbor heard me crying in the hallway and came out to see what was wrong. I was shaking, but I managed to tell him that there was a face in the balcony doors. He cautiously went inside but saw nothing. I never saw the boy again or any other spirits at the apartment. My next experiences I call the new house red Eyes and Goodbye Daddy. When I was about eight, we moved into a house and this house was very active. I was in the house for a few minutes, and my mother told me that I was going to get the master bedroom on the first floor and that she and my stepfather would sleep upstairs. I was happy about that because it was the biggest and brightest room, but somehow I spontaneously yelled no. I thought that I was about to get the beating of a lifetime from my stepfather for disobeying, but instead my mother just began moving their things into the master bedroom as if it was never a question. My first day at school after the move, one of my best friends told me that she had a dream about our new house. She described the interior exactly and said that in my room she saw two red eyes, and she said that something evil was in there, and she was scared for me. One winter morning, I was getting ready for school at about six a m. It was dark outside, and my stepfather left and started his car to get ready for work. From the bedroom window across the hall from me, I heard a young girl's voice say good bye, daddy, and I froze. My mother yelled up the stairs, asking if that was me, and I said no, but I'm really glad that you heard it too. She then said, oh, it's probably just some kids playing outside, but again it was six a m. And dark outside in the winter. There were never any kids out there at that time of the morning. My next experience is called out of body experience. I would have dreams that I was levitating all the way to the ceiling, and when I woke up, I would fall back into my bed and into my body. During one of these episodes, I thought that I would touch the ceiling tiles, and that I would do so again when I woke up to see if it felt the same. It did. I stood up on my chair and I felt the tiles. They felt sandy, gritty, and scratchy, just like they did in my quote unquote dream. One year round the fourth of July, I was home alone and watching TV. The window behind me was open and a very mild breeze was blowing. It was hot out but cooling down after sunset. I then heard someone coming down the sidewalk and whistling a tune that I had never heard before. The footsteps then turned into our walk and came around the side of the house by the open window behind me. They walked along the side of the house into the backyard. I caught the scent of a dark ale or beer. Then the footsteps went past, and I heard the sound of a gate opening and creaking and then shutting. However, we didn't have a gate. This next experience is called the pilot. I was at a friend's house right down the street from our house. I was up in their room with them when their mother called them for dinner and said that I had to leave. They didn't want me to leave, so they told me to just hide behind the front door and that we could go upstairs and play when they were done eating. So I was standing behind the door at the base of the steps when a man walked out of their room and came down the steps. He turned to me and smiled, and he then went out the screen door. I immediately came out from behind the door, and I looked to see which way he would go, but he was gone vanished. When my friends finished dinner, we went up to their room and I asked them who the man was that had been upstairs, but they didn't know what I was talking about. I then described what he looked like, and that he was wearing a blue suit, a blue hat, and a silver pin on the left side that looked like wings. They then looked at each other and said the pilot simultaneously. They then explained to me that they had been using a Ouiji board and talking with someone that identified themselves as a pilot who had apparently died in a plane crash not too far from the house. Thanks for all you do and for sharing everyone's stories. As someone who has experienced the supernatural, I am obsessed with all things paranormal, and I find that there is always more to learn. 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 as always, I truly appreciate each and every one of you for listening and showing your support. Them said, I hope you 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.