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Hello again everybody.
Welcome once again to Paranormal and Supernatural True Stories.
Thanks so much for the feedback on last week's show.
It was definitely scary and I can't get the image of him standing at the doorway out of
my head.
Okay, so this week we are taking a dive into a great story that leads me to wonder, are
we all capable of attracting entities?
And by entities, I mean all of them, ghosts, demons, and whatever else is out there watching
us.
Do you think every person has this attraction or is it reserved for only some of us?
Maybe only those of us having difficulties emotionally?
Or those of us who ask for it by conjuring?
Or even those of us who are super skeptical that the universe is a throw us a curveball?
I don't know.
I'm curious to know your opinions.
What are your thoughts on this?
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Alright guys, let's get into this week's story I have titled, Supernatural Summer, sent in
by Nancy.
Hi.
My name is Nancy and these stories took place back in the mid 80s when I was a young teen.
I would spend summers at my grandmother's in a very small town, but I had some great
friends there and we always had things to do until that summer.
It just seemed like we were restless and we got bored so easily that year and we were
looking for new adventures.
There was a new girl in town which was a rare thing there, nobody moved there.
And her name was Annie.
She had just the right amount of criminal element about her that we were all fascinated
with her, except my grandmother.
She always called her that girl and I shouldn't pal around with that girl, which of course
made her more interesting to me.
Annie thought of things to do that we never thought of.
She introduced us to the paranormal on a deeper level than what we already understood it to
be and we couldn't get enough.
To this day, I kind of feel like Annie had a lot to do with the strange things we all
experienced.
She was a troubled youth, and I mean badly troubled, and I feel like she was maybe a
magnet for whatever forces touched us that summer.
This of course is only speculation, I suppose it could have just been the perfect storm
of each of us coming together with open minds and willing hearts.
When Annie heard about the old abandoned house on the corner that an old man had died in,
well, she could talk about nothing else until she talked us into having a seance there.
It didn't take much persuasion as we were all excited and eagerly made our plans.
Annie always had the best ideas.
There was myself, Annie, Renee, Laura, and one boy named Nick.
We were all around 13 to 15 years old and we were rarely ever apart.
So the plans were set.
Nick would bring some tools to break in.
The rest divided up bringing candles, matches, flashlights, and whatever else we needed.
We were to meet at 9pm that night, so we went home to eat dinner and lie to our parents
or grandparents in my case, then head out to our great adventure.
And it never occurred to us that this night would likely stay with us for the rest of
our lives.
It didn't take us long to gain access to the house.
Nick did a great job getting the cellar door unlocked.
He chose that entrance as it was hidden in the darkness behind the house.
The cellar smelled dank and moldy.
There were sounds we weren't expecting.
We could hear water dripping somewhere.
Renee was supposed to bring two flashlights, but she only brought one and it was weak.
It was very hard to see in there as there were no windows to let in the light from the
streetlights outside.
We were already creeped out and we were only about 5 steps in.
But we were having fun, right?
When we spotted the stairs, we made our way up to the kitchen.
Nothing much to see really, some old appliances, kitchen table covered with dust.
We were now joking and light-hearted as it was way less scary upstairs, plus the streetlights
outside provided us with an ambient light.
We were joking and teasing each other when we all thought we heard something upstairs
being moved across the floor.
We all stopped and listened.
Nothing.
So, we laughed at ourselves.
I remember Nick saying we were the scariest thing in this house and we all laughed again.
There was that sound upstairs.
We stopped again.
And then Nick said, oh, it's probably squirrels being disturbed by us.
He suggested we go upstairs to find out.
So, being young and curious, we went upstairs.
Halfway up the steps, we heard it again.
And Nick said, see, I told you, it's some animal and it's scared of us.
Still carefree, we headed up to the top.
Once at the top, we kind of split off from one another, all exploring the different rooms,
still trying to spook each other.
Then we heard that sliding sound again.
Nick yelled, okay, whose room did that come in?
We all waited for the other to answer.
I said, well, it wasn't in this room.
It sounded like it was from the room next to mine.
But that's what everyone else said too.
Even though the upstairs was large, and if that sound happened at one end of the house,
there would be no way to have heard it so close at the other end.
Hmm.
We all thought about it and decided to continue exploring.
Except now we would stay a little closer together.
We found a lot of old junk just laying around.
A few of us were throwing some of it at each other.
Just being kids, having a blast.
Suddenly, there was a huge slam downstairs.
And I mean, it was like a house shaking boom.
We instantly froze, staring at each other.
And then it happened again.
Hoping for an answer that would calm our hearts, we waited and heard nothing.
Nick said, oh man, I was worried.
I thought, I thought we were busted.
Well, what the hell was that then Nick?
I asked.
He shrugged, said he didn't care as long as it wasn't the cops.
Nick was the oldest of us.
So I guess we just followed suit as he did not seem afraid.
So hesitantly, we carried on with our excursion.
Altogether now though, we went into the only room nobody had been in yet.
It was the only door that was shut upstairs.
In this room, this room gave an instant, and I'm at a loss for words even today, it gave
an instant feeling like sadness, depression.
If it could be felt in a room, then I suppose that that's what this room felt like.
This room was sad.
All the joking and laughter had stopped.
I don't even think we realized that we were so quiet.
I really believe now looking back that the sadness of this room somehow affected all
of us.
As minutes ago, we were carrying on like children.
And now we were sullen and not really as interested.
So we were looking around this room in total silence.
And then it began to get cold.
I know, I know that sounds cliche, but I am telling you, you could feel it getting colder.
One of us said, why is it so cold in here?
We knew that outside it was a hot summer night.
If anything, it should be blazing hot up here.
But none of us knew the answer.
I honestly don't think any of us heard of a cold room being related to paranormal instances.
We actually knew very little and even less about what was coming our way.
This room had the most junk in it.
We all busied ourselves going through it, maybe hoping for something exciting.
Nick said he wanted to go back to the room he was in before and he would be right back.
But we barely noticed him leaving the room.
Then out of nowhere, we heard Nick scream.
He screamed for help.
After a loud thud, we ran to the room where he was and he was pinned between the closet
and the old dresser.
He was crushed against the wall so that he could not even turn around.
And this dresser was old school, solid wood and solidly heavy.
It took all of us to move it away.
Nick was breathing heavy and he looked scared.
We asked what happened and he said he was going to look in the closet and the dresser
moved and pinned him on its own.
Right Nick, stop trying to scare us.
We would have heard it move.
He swears it did and that it made no sound when it moved because it was floating across
the room and the thud we heard was the dresser setting itself back down.
Okay Nick, well we definitely thought Nick was trying to put a scare into us girls but
I wondered why he looked so afraid.
That maybe he wasn't faking?
And why we never heard the dresser move.
Anyway, so Nick thought we should leave now.
Annie said that maybe the neighbors would have heard us and but you know Annie she was
having none of this.
She said let's go, we are doing this.
We headed back downstairs.
We went into the living room.
I remember looking out the front window at cars going by.
People across the street sitting out in the evening air and I remember thinking how normal
everything seemed out there.
And how in comparison I felt out of order.
I felt very strange ever since being in that last cold bedroom.
I felt alone.
I felt disconnected from the whole world.
Looking back I wonder was that how the old man felt as he looked out his windows?
I wanted to leave too but I could not leave if the cool kids didn't leave.
There are normal peer pressure folks.
So we decided to do our seance in the living room on the floor.
With Annie being the experienced one she drew up some symbols on the floor.
Then she lit some candles and proceeded to instruct us on how a seance worked.
So we all sat cross legged on the floor in a circle and there was that sound again.
Ignore it Annie said.
We have to be focused on what we were doing or it wouldn't work she said.
So we all did our best to do as she told us.
She began by asking questions.
Then it was several questions later and several no answers.
Nothing.
I was thinking this was dumb and just I just wanted to leave when we all heard it.
A far away voice.
It's working Annie said.
Where was that I asked?
I think upstairs Nick said.
No I said.
It was probably the neighbors.
Neighbors next door.
Shhh.
Annie said to shut up.
She asked.
Spirit show us a sign that you are here and we listened in silence.
Still listening as Annie held her hand up to silence us.
We all heard whispering.
Low at first then louder until it was all around us and now crying.
Someone was crying.
Then I could feel static electricity literally all around us.
Okay that was enough for me.
I stood up ready to leave.
My back to the front door.
I was facing the kitchen directly in front of my view at the far side of the kitchen
was a powder room and I could see the toilet in there.
I could also see an old man sitting on it and he was pointing at me.
His face full of rage.
A seething hatred and he opened his mouth as if in a scream but no sound came from him.
No sound except my scream.
My scream got everyone on their feet and running towards the door.
It burst open to our surprise it wasn't even locked.
This all seemed to be in slow motion.
We were trying to get out.
Running into each other and shocking each other from the strange static electricity
charge that we all suddenly had.
When I turned to see the old man he was naked and walking towards us.
He was walking quicker than he looked capable of.
I began screaming go go go go.
The girl behind me Laura grabbed my arm.
As I turned to look at her I could see her head being yanked backwards by something I
could not see.
Her face was filled with terror.
Her hands grasped at her throat.
I did not see the old man anymore but I did see her necklace break from her neck and go
flying and then I pulled her toward me and we fell outside onto the front porch.
What happened I asked her.
She said as we were leaving she felt something yank her backwards and it was strangling her
until she broke free.
I looked at her neck and it had a thin red line clear across her front of her throat.
We looked back in the house and did not see anything except the necklace.
It was now laying about half way to the kitchen.
That necklace can stay there she said.
We regrouped on the sidewalk.
We were all visibly shaken and it was the last time we ever tried a seance.
A couple side notes to this story.
I do suppose it could be completely unrelated however it is something that has bothered
me over the years.
Nick joined the army and was assigned to be a mechanic.
He was accidentally crushed by a vehicle that fell on his chest.
He died from his injuries.
I don't know I just always thought about how he was crushed against the wall that night
and then to have died maybe five years later from a similar incident.
This has always bothered me.
Also I found out later that the old man that lived in that house was hermit like.
Never really leaving his house and had committed suicide in that house.
This made me think of the sadness in that bedroom and the loneliness I felt looking
out the window.
It breaks my heart to think of someone feeling that way every day of their life.
I wish that old man peace in his place of rest.
Okay well on with my next adventure with Annie.
So one day Annie and I went to her house.
She weren't really up to anything just hanging out when her mom got home.
And when she walked in the door I suddenly got the strangest feeling.
Dizziness.
And my eyesight went to a tunnel vision and all I could see was white roses and I could
smell them so strongly.
And then my head collapsed to the table and I was saying white roses no other colors.
White roses no other colors.
When I opened my eyes Annie and her mom were very concerned and was asking me if I was
alright.
And strangely I said no thanks I don't like tomatoes.
No tomatoes.
Then I think I truly awoke and I asked what was happening and when they told me what I
had been saying I remembered smelling the roses and seeing the white roses.
And I can tell you it was so vivid.
Now Annie's mom was crying.
I was like hey hey don't worry I'm okay really I am.
And she was shaking her head no no you don't understand.
That was my mother.
What Annie and I asked at the same time.
She explained.
When my mother was dying she kept saying she only wanted white roses at her funeral.
No other colors only white roses.
I felt a shiver go up and down my body.
And she continued.
When my mother was a little girl they were very very poor and sometimes would only have
the vegetables that her mother had canned to eat.
And all too often she lived on tomatoes.
She despised them as an adult.
That was my mother.
How did you do that?
She asked me through tears.
I had no answers.
I had no words.
I just I shook my head and finally I just said I have no idea and I truly I truly didn't.
Another night with Annie we decided to go break into the local hotel.
Now when I say local hotel I mean this building was ancient long shut down.
It was from the early 1900s and was basically an eyesore to the town.
But at one time many decades ago it was the lifeblood of the town as it served the local
railroad and nearby highway.
Anyway we were curious about what it looked like inside.
We were very very aware that there were signs posted literally on every window.
No trespassing.
But that didn't apply to us right?
No that's what we thought.
Our plan was to go up the stairs in the back.
The man that now owned it lived across the street and he had rebuilt the fire escape
so we felt that it was probably pretty safe to go up and then just go in through one of
the windows upstairs.
We waited until after midnight.
The small town went to bed early.
There were hardly any lights on anywhere and none on at the hotel owner's house.
So we quietly crept up the stairs to the third floor landing.
Our hearts pounding.
Kind of giggling at ourselves as we started trying to push the windows open but none of
them even budged.
We were so disappointed.
I thought to myself well I'm not leaving without seeing the inside and I cupped my hands against
the glass and peered into the dark hotel.
Now I know this part may seem insane but I can tell you I thought it was insane too.
So as I said I looked into the dark hotel and it was like someone punched all the air
out of my chest.
Like my world was only black and white and suddenly it was in color.
Every sense I had was on fire full power and it was intoxicating.
I gasped at what I saw and what I heard and what I felt.
Everything in this hallway was new.
Beautiful bright gold and red colors bursting at me as if every light was on.
There was a table in the hallway with a huge bouquet of red and yellow flowers.
The table was trimmed in gold.
Everything had detail and it was like it was seared in my memory because as I write this
I can still see it.
The hallway walls were wallpapered with a red and gold swirly design and from mid wall
down it was a rich dark wood.
I could hear a strange sound though.
It was like a radio that maybe wasn't quite tuned or some kind of static and it was constant
during this entire vision.
I could see the window at the opposite end of the hotel and it was covered in a fancy
swooping red velvety drape and then I saw a woman and she was beautiful.
She was wearing a long beautiful green gown with white ruffled sleeves.
She looked right at me and was smiling.
Then she said, come along it's time to go.
We have to go now and held out a white gloved hand toward me.
I was compelled to reach for her and I reached for her and then she screamed, go now.
Nancy, Nancy.
It was Annie.
She was whispering loudly in my ear.
We have to go.
Confused, I followed her.
I was dizzy and I sat down on the steps.
Annie was frantic and pulled me up and she said, the owner is awake and he yelled at
us to leave but I couldn't get you away from the window.
He said he's going to shoot us if we are still here when he comes back.
Move, we have to go.
We have to go.
Annie was scared and that was a rare thing.
Not much scared Annie.
Well, I did my best to gather myself.
Getting shot was a terrifying thought and it was finally registering that I had to hurry.
Down, down the steps, down the steps we went.
It seemed we would never get to the bottom.
All the while glancing at the owners house to see if he was coming for us.
We finally reached the bottom.
Finally and now we had to run.
Fast.
We split up when he fired the first shot and I was about two blocks away when I heard the
second shot.
I was terrified that he had shot Annie so I ran back and I spied on him.
My heart pounding but he was heading back into his house and he was laughing.
Years later I had heard that that man never fired at people.
He just likes scaring people away by shooting his shotgun and I can tell you it works very
well.
Annie and I had a few other adventures that summer and one day she just wasn't home anymore
neither was her mom.
I heard that her mom had to move because she lost her job and her home and Annie was finally
in enough trouble that she was put into juvenile detention.
I never saw her again.
I often wonder what had ever happened to her.
Wherever she is I hope she is well.
I hope she thinks of me and smiles.
So that sums up the one summer I spent with Annie.
I never had another summer like it.
I never had any other visions like I had at her house or at the hotel.
I have never been attacked by a spirit like we were at the old house on the corner.
And again I never had another friend like Annie.
Well thank you Nancy for this story of your summer with Annie.
I can only imagine how intense these experiences were especially at such a young age.
Annie definitely sounds like a risk taker and I also wish her well and hope she is out
there somewhere.
I am truly sorry though for the tragic loss of your friend Nick.
I wish him peace in his afterlife.
So this story is a real trip, a true adventure and I do think in this case maybe Annie may
have had a pull on certain events.
Who knows it's all speculation at this point.
But thanks again for sharing.
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