Nightmares, Grim Reaper, and Prophetic Dreams | TRUE PARANORMAL ENCOUNTERS FROM LISTENERS (x290)

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Sleep tight. Don't let the Muppet grab your toes at night. You themed this episode, which is an encounters episode, nightmarish. Let's find out what kind of nightmares you have, shanty. Yeah. Yeah. Very spooky. Hello. Hello. This is two girls, one ghost. Two girls, one ghost. I don't know why I'm gripping my microphone so intently. It's like an emotional support. It is. We are ghostes. That is Sabrina. Whoa. What? Did you mean to do that? No.

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That is Maybe you should ungrip. I am Sabrina. Hands off. Do you want to be me today? Sure. Okay. No, I can't. I chose kind of nice ones. You themed this episode, which is an encounters episode, nightmarish. How did you pick nice ones for this? Well, because they were nightmares that became nice. Okay. Well, I I have a little bit of everything. Yeah, a little spice. Well, I picked scary nightmares, but I also found things that you added is so that gave me leeway because the ish was that it was a nightmare or a nightmareish type of experience. Okay. So, I tried to find ones that were waking nightmares, but also a nightmare. When's the last time you had a nightmare? Let's start there. Why do I feel like this is therapy? Like last night? Really? I have nightmares every night. Do you not? I mean, I have nightmares a lot, but what was your nightmare about?

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I dream a lot. Oh, I'm more likely to remember my dream dream dreams because I have nightmares every time if I have a regular dream about I'm Oh, they're usually pretty [ __ ] up. Yeah. Well, of course. I'm not surprised. Yeah. Um, there's usually like death, blood. I feel like your nightmares are very much like your real life anxieties playing out. Yeah, some of them. But then some of them are like monsters and stuff like that. Cuz mine are never re like my reality. Oh, really? Mine's at least like this reality. There could be something that comes into it that's a monsterish or like possession wise, but like I'm in the world as we know it. Yeah. I feel like my nightmares I'm often someone else. Maybe it's a past life. interesting. And they're not like the most grounded in reality type of things. But let's find out what kind of nightmares you have, shanty. This is from Kendra. It's called Childhood Night Terrors. Okay. So, there's

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there's a terror marish. Yeah. UFO crash and Bigfoot or mountain herbit. Hermit. Whoa. Herbit. Herbit. Herby the mountain hermit. Herbit crab. Actually, oh my gosh. Tangent for a second. I have been going over to the like little beach near me and it's a very rocky beach. Mhm. So, I like to wear shoes into the water and thank goodness I did and do because monster freaking crab just click them away as I was like coming out of the ocean. Yeah. As a teen, I thought water shoes were so dumb looking and now I don't ever not wear them. Oh, I love my water shoes. They're so nice. They're literally just my sneakers and I wear them in the ocean. And then you don't have real water shoes. I I have real water shoes, but I couldn't find them the other day and so I wore my old pair of like thin Nike running shoes. Jackie, they feel the same as a water shoe. Like that's how light they are of sneakers. Oh, I guess my water shoes are like

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water sandals. They look like teas basically. There's just a strap on and but they're super thick rubber sandals. I go full I want the ugly tan line. You want like completely covered full like you're wearing a sock in the in the water. Mhm. Okay. Which maybe that makes sense because I feel like you you were more of like an ocean dweller whereas that's such a kind thing to say. My water shoes were purchased specifically for floating down the river in You're lazy river dweller. So I'm I'm lazy river. I've got like little rocks. There's not giant crabs coming for me. And you're the Lochness monster. That's correct. I'm feel like that is the most accurate description of the two of us actually. I feel it. You really are Lochness monster. Yeah. And I'm a mermaid that you should be scared of, but will also lure you in. What's my thing? I just pop up every 50 years and then you everyone goes, "Whoa, it's huge." And it goes upside down.

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You're a mystery. You stay hidden from the world. And you're more creature than you are human. And knowing you, that's a compliment. If I were you, which earlier I thought I was, that's a compliment. I have a lot more hair than an amphibian. But no one's seen Loch Ness close up. True. We have no idea. Yeah, baby hairs all over.

Night Terrors | Muppet demon, Fireball & Bigfoot

Nightmares. Where are we? Hello, Karin, Sabrina, and Leia. My ghostly ghostesses. I've been listening for a few months, and your voices have kept me company while I'm at work, so thank you. I can't say I'm a believer, but I love listening to your stories. Interesting given your subject line. I'm not going to shame you because you're listening and we need the numbers. So, thank you. But, huh. I don't think I have any paranormal experiences, but I do have three stories that you girls might enjoy. So, let me jump into it. And then proceeds to tell three paranormal stories.

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This is common. As Yeah, this is common. This is the normal formula of emails people send us. I've never had anything paranormal happen, but here's 12 stories. Whatever you need to tell yourself. Yeah. Thank you for emailing us. Yeah. As a young child, I often had night terrors and sleep paralysis. None that I could remember except for one. When I was around eight or nine, I had these reoccurring nightmares. I would wake up and not be able to move or speak. I was able to look from side to side. And next to the side of my bed would be a muppet looking monster standing there watching me. And I was terrified of him. Every night he would come and tell me these horrific things. He would tell me how he would hurt me, how he would torture me, how he could hurt my family. And this would go on until I would finally be able to fall back to sleep. And this happened every single night. This is terrifying, right? Until one night he came to visit

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me, but this time with two smaller muppet creatures. He very casually explained to me that he had to retire because he was a father now. These were his kids. He wished me well and I never had a dream of him again. I have no idea who he was or what he was. What? Right. This feels so Monsters Inc. Well, clearly the people he passed down this business to did not do their job. Yeah. Maybe the file, the assignment never got sent to to anyone else. Well, he introduced her to the two new ones. No, that was those were his kids. Oh, those were his kids. Yeah, he was a father now. He It was bring your kids to work day. It was bring your kids to work day to quit your job. It's also very polite to give notice to all of your victims that you're you're leaving. And it's just so bizarre because like it sounds like personalitywise he totally switched it up. It went from being this like terrifying, you know, maybe he was good at his job, great at his job,

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and then he just came was like, you know what, I'm so sorry, but I I can't see you anymore. I'm a family man now. Well, I do like that having children really changed his his outlook on life. Changed his ways. Now he's wishing her well rather than describing how she's going to die in horrific ways. I wish you well. What is this? I love it though. I I love it so much. Like I would be okay creature medicine creature with his children. Yeah, he changed his ways. Wow. All right. Yeah, this listener is so not haunted. My next story takes place on New Year's Eve. At this time, I was living with my sister and three other roommates, and this was during co, so we were celebrating with our little social bubble, which included my boyfriend. While my sister was making dinner, she sent my boyfriend and I to go get more butter. So, off we went to the nearest gas station. With the butter secured, we started It looks like a dinner with like corn and bread cuz I'm like, "What do you need the butter for?" I don't know. Good stuff. Everything

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good. I actually picked this email because of something you said in a previous episode. Oh. With the butter secured, we started making our way back and that's when we saw a literal fireball in the sky plummeting towards the ground. It was far in the distance and it would have made a big impact outside of the town in the countryside. So I yelled, "What the [ __ ] is that?" Pointing at the sky, almost causing my boyfriend to drive off of the road. We stared in pure confusion and curiosity, but unfortunately we were on a time crunch and we could not go to investigate. So on the way home, we discussed what the hell that could have been. An airplane, a UFO? What was it? I searched the local news for reports of an airplane crash the following days and for the following weeks. And nothing, not a word about this. So, what in the freaky [ __ ] was that? Like, were there unlucky aliens who crashed? Huh? Isn't that weird? Or is it just like what I saw where it was some space debris? Why doesn't that make the news

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when there's a meteor shower like a giant fireball crossing into our I feel like space debris is constantly coming through our atmosphere, though. It feels odd to me that like we'll get notifications to like watch a comet or this or that or there was a tornado that almost almost made a funnel in like northern New Hampshire or whatever. But if a giant fireball is going across the sky and it looks so large that it could end Earth, we're not talking about it. Clearly, it's not large enough to end Earth because we're still Well, it just didn't it didn't hit. Maybe it looks like it hit. I think they would know if an object is heading towards Earth that is too big to be like blown up by our atmosphere. I guess my point is what's that talking about it? Don't look up. Yeah. Well, now we are talking about it. Yeah, but like we are, but regionally Kendra doesn't have anyone else being like did that on Facebook being like, did you see that weird thing in the sky? I guess here's my other thing is if there are because I do believe that there's constantly things just like fireballing in our atmosphere that if

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the government every time that were to happen were like there's a asteroid heading to Earth there would be way more panic. Well, I'm not even asking the government. I'm talking about local news being like if you look to the skies if you if you were in the Micro Basket Plaza at 4:15 p.m. last night, you might have noticed a giant fireball crossing the sky. Here's a picture sent in from user Kendra. But did Kendra report it to the local news for that to be talked about? I don't know. We're We're all the problem. We're all the problem, I guess. Yeah. I'm upset that no one was talking about my fireball back in like 2007, but I never told anyone. Yeah. My last story isn't mine. It's my grandpa's. But some things to know about my grandpa was he was an outdoorsman until the day he died. He didn't believe in ghosts. He did not believe in the paranormal, especially Bigfoot. He has always said, "I've spent the better part of my life in the woods. If there was anything out there, I would know." Well, Grandpa, how the hell do you explain this one? To protect their privacy, I'm going to call my grandpa's bestie, Joe.

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So, Joe and my grandpa, they've been hunting buddies their whole life, and still in their old age, they would continue to go out together. On this particular trip, they were going to go hunt big horn sheep in the Rocky Mountains in their special super secret spot. This area was a large valley and they would split up and take either side of the valley in hopes of spotting a ram. If either of them had any luck, they would hear it. And if not, they had agreed to meet at the bottom of the valley by the old hunting shack. After a long hike and no sheep, my grandpa decided that he would make his way back down to the shack and wait for Joe. My grandpa decided to wait in the shack and enjoy a slightly warm beer. So, as he's waiting and waiting a very long time, long enough to start worrying about his buddy Joe, he finally hears something approaching the shack from the dense woods. Relieved, my grandpa opens the door and calls out to Joe in the distance, "Joe, I was starting to worry." And before he could finish his sentence, he realizes that is not Joe. Before my grandpa, a

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couple meters away, stands a large hairy man. Too stunned to speak, he stares. And in an instant, this being spins around and sprints back into the woods, out of sight. Stop. My grandpa couldn't comprehend what he had just seen. It was just too fast to be a man, but also too humanoid to be a bear. So, what was it? If you ask my grandpa, he says this had to have been a mountain hermit that was living in that shack. But if you ask me, my grandpa saw Bigfoot. I agree. Love you ladies, Kendra. And then K just said, "And please feel free to use my name so I can have my seven seconds of fame." Well, now you have 15 minutes. A lot longer than seven seconds. Yeah. Okay. So, let's talk about Bigfoot first. It was Bigfoot. Yeah. Yeah. A hermit. I'm trying to like picture. We're not like pigs that just like grow hair and turn into boores in the wild, right? Like we can become

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hairy hairier, but we're not wearable hairy. But yeah, there's not hair coating our entire body in the length that we could possibly be confused for a bear. I'm also curious how graceful this turn was. It was like a pyouette. Was it a pa a little like curtsy and a skip away? Yeah. But the very first experience with like the nightmare, the night terror creature reminds me a lot of a story a listener told us on campfire stories. I think it was last week. Oh. Where their daughter was having a lot of horrific experiences and she was like, "I'm not sure if this is OCD or what, but they had like tried to communicate using tarot cards to see like how they'll know if it was the great grandmother. Do you remember the story?" Mhm. And all of a sudden like really really dark intrusive thoughts like started coming through to their daughter and their daughter were so scared that

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she was like locking herself in her room. And then the minute that she said intentions and like cleared the space, it stopped. It stopped. It does make me think that there are these entities and these beings that just prey on people, especially children, and whisper really, really scary things into their minds. Yeah. which is so bizarre because I think when we've talked about it before, it's like it's almost more understandable to think of these spirits or entities or creatures or or whatever cryptids doing this because they're they're like absorbing something from it like they get it's in their nature or like it's their way to like feast on energy. But this specific story, Kencha's specific story makes it seem like it is a complete choice. It is a job title that you hold. you apply for this job, right? You get paid to do this job somehow and and you don't have to do it, right? Or you retire. There's some sort of like employment branch out there that's hiring, right?

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And employing creatures. They kind of remind me of the hormone monsters a bit. Yeah, they do. Especially the muppet like feature. It's just so weird.

Grim Reaper Haunting

Okay, I'm going to read a listener story and this is from our listener Steph. She, her, or they, them. Prepare thine ears for a tale about nightmares. Hello. This is the second time I've written in. Thank you so much for sharing all the spooky, scary, and sometimes emotional stories. And thank you most of all for being the wonderful selves you are. So, tonight I just finished listening to Encounters 106, and I knew it was time to write in again after hearing about all of the experiences with dreams. I didn't think it would be so soon, and I definitely didn't think it would be the story that I'm about to tell. But here we are. I spent so much of that episode, Encounters 106, just being reminded of the fact that I had signs presented to me. So, I'm going to tell that story. It's not just mine, however, so I will be changing some of the names of those

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involved. It's an uncomfortable thing to look back on now as an adult. So, grab your blanket, your wine, and your cat. It's a bumpy ride. When I was very young, maybe five, I had these awful reoccurring nightmares involving a grim reaper and a fun house. Because of them, I still cannot go into haunted houses or fun houses to this day. I'm so curious what it was, cuz I had a similar one when I was little that I've talked about on this podcast. I would be walking down a dark hall in a fun house filled with those neon painted arches illuminated by black light. And when I got down to the end, I would turn to face an old underground elevator. Standing in front of it was a grim reaper inches away from me. He would then raise his scythe preparing to slice me. And that's when I would wake up terrified. I always assumed it was because I watched too much Are You Afraid of the Dark because of that episode with the Fun House, which I think is called The Tale of Laughing in the Dark. I was never sure what The Presence of the Grim Reaper had to do with it, but I've always had awful nightmares throughout my life, but this

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one has always stuck with me. I used to have night tears and my parents always attributed it to a new medication that I was put on. But later, my dad confessed that he believed I had actually been possessed by something this specific night. I may never know for sure, and I've had a couple minor encounters of my own, but my history of nightmares is considerably more terrifying. I'm a rather sensitive person mentally and spiritually, and I feel that that nightmare is at the root of it. Well, now I want to know what happened that one night. Yeah, we don't learn. No, I don't think so. Mhm. So much later in my life when I was in middle school, I had another nightmare when I was staying at my friend Sam's house. That particular night was different from a regular sleepover because it was a school night and my mother and sister had gone out of state for my sister's field trip and I needed somewhere else to stay to go to school and whatnot. So, our parents figured that I may as well just stay there and go to school with them since I already spent so many nights over there anyway. Sam was my best friend after all, and her family was like my family. That night, I had my

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first nightmare featuring a grim reaper in years, and it was way worse than the one I had before. In this dream, I was running through a dark library, being chased as the tall bookshelves around me were falling over, threatening to crush me. I tried to hide and turn the lights on so I could see where this grim reaper was, but all of the light switches were dead. I continued on, and I found a bathroom with a light on. So, I tried to hide in there, but I failed as I realized what was waiting for me. I want to give a warning that looking back on it now as an adult, this is one of the most disturbing things that has ever occurred to me in my nightmares. In the bathroom, I saw the Grim Reaper standing with his scythe propped up in his hand like a staff next to a bathtub. And this is the content warning. It's very gruesome. In the bathtub was a little girl lying down face down with a long scar down her back. Not a cut like it had just happened, but a scar like it had been there for a long time and healed over. It had clearly been made by that scythe. I think I ran away at that

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point in the dream, but I don't remember anything past it. When I woke up, Sam's room was mostly dark, and I woke her up because I was so scared and I couldn't go back to sleep. I was afraid she would be mad at me because she could get cranky at night. But she immediately was very compassionate and helped me feel better by turning on a lamp and putting on a CD so it wasn't totally dark and quiet. She talked with me to comfort me for a minute and said how she understood the pain of not being able to get back to sleep after something like that because she too had nightmares frequently. It was a nice little moment and before long I did get back to sleep and my dreams were much more pleasant after that. Though I did tell her about what happened in the nightmare itself. We shared our disturbing dreams with each other all the time and this didn't feel that different. We were both very into writing and constantly came up with elaborate stories to tell each other. We had a wild imaginations, you know. But fast forward a few years to an actual sleepover later on. Sam was at my house this time with me, my sister, and my sister's best friend, Kelly. So, my sister and Kelly are a couple years younger than Sam and I, but that didn't stop us from having tons of fun, goofing off, watching movies, and being a close

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group of friends. We played board games. We joked around a lot of the evening. But at a certain point, Sam decided to start telling us one of the scary stories that she had been writing. Her writing is very sci-fi, and sometimes the stories get intense and even scary. Some part of what she told us spurred a conversation about nightmares. And after I told Kelly about my oldest grim reaper nightmares from when I was 5 and about the one I had at Sam's a few years prior, Kelly told us that she too had one involving the same Grim Reaper. From what I remember, she was 6 years old. And when she had it, it had resulted in her running from him getting slashed down the back. And the last thing she remembered was waking up telling her dad that her back hurt. She said that he got her with the scythe down her back. As she caught on to the look of shock on my face, I realized something and I asked her to take her ponytail out and to put her hair down for a second. The little girl in my nightmare that night that I had when I was at Sam's was Kelly. It

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looked like six-year-old version of Kelly. Oh my god, I have chills. Here's the thing. I had not met Kelly until she had become friends with my sister just earlier that year, and I don't know how old they are, but clearly it's much older than six. The night that I had the dream, I didn't even know she existed. Sam got up from the table, ran into my bedroom on the other end of the house, crying and freaking out. We all had a hard time understanding, but she was terrified. Why would our nightmares be connected? Why did I have it while staying at Sam's house? What did any of this mean? We couldn't possibly imagine, and I still don't know what to think. It's been at least a decade and a half. After that night, we didn't really bring it up again. I'm still friends with Sam, but Kelly grew apart from the rest of us. And I don't even know if the others remember. That is the most chilling of all my nightmare stories, but I have others from Steph. That is so messed up cuz at first I was thinking I was like, "What if it was her when she was little and it like the gash or like it being a scar now and healing, it's

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just like indicating how many times she's had the nightmare and continues to like survive it. But what the [ __ ] I cannot believe. And like the specification of the grim reaper getting Kelly down the back. Down the back. I'm saying that her back hurt too when she woke up. It's so weird. Like why is everyone having dreams about this one specific Grim Reaper? It feels very Pennywise for this It does. One town, this one location. Well, it reminds me kind of of like Kendra's Muppet. Like is this just a different iteration of it? and they kind of all appear differently, but it's the same type of role. It's so disturbing. And like, does it mean that Steph and Kelly are connected in some way? And I know that Kelly has grown apart, but maybe Steph and Kelly are going to get reconnected. Dreams and nightmares. I do think there is a lot more to them than we know. And there's some connectedness. Yeah. I don't know what's going on. And I feel like this episode is making me

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feel even more like I don't know what's going on. I hope everyone sleeps really well after this episode. Night night. Sleep tight. Don't let the muppet grab your toes at night.

Dream Visitation from Loved Ones

Okay. I have a story called Where Do We Go When We Sleep? It's a good question. Hello to my favorite ghost hosts. I've been listening to you since maybe 2017. And lately, I've been binging Gear Your Encounters episodes, and I find those most intriguing because I love hearing other people's experiences. I love true crime, true stories, things that are real and factual. And lately on some of Your Encounters episodes, I think maybe in the 150 to 170 range. There was a question of where do we go when we sleep? It's kind of what we just posed of like there's something more to our dreams. Why do we not remember dreams? and someone said that their family member or a medium told them that they couldn't remember their dreams because they were

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visiting their past family members. I have been tracking my sleep and found out that I am completely skipping my REM stage of sleep. I do not remember dreams and I figured maybe that I just wasn't dreaming anymore. But after I heard your encounters, I thought maybe that this is what's happening to me. Maybe I can't remember because I'm gone visiting past loved ones. I also feel so sad for you because no REM sleep means that you're not getting the best sleep. Yeah. Are you okay? How do you feel? Do you feel rested? Yeah, cuz I get I get some REM sleep, but I don't ever feel rested. Yeah, that so maybe it doesn't make that much of a difference after all. Maybe. And also I think I get plenty of REM, but if my REM is all nightmares then and I wake up panicked. Yeah. Then I feel rested either. When I was about 6 years old, my great-grandmother passed away. And the night that she passed, I remember having a nightmare and waking up crying and my grandmother coming in and asking me what was wrong. I explained to her that I had

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a nightmare, that my great grandma came in and told me that she would never see me again, but she couldn't explain any further than that. A I was crying and I was asking her why why can't she see me anymore. I told her I was going to miss her and that I don't want to stop seeing her. I woke up in tears and after explaining this to my grandmother, she told me not to worry and that I will get to see my great-grandmother the next day. So, we go back to sleep and when we wake up, we get that unfortunate phone call that my great-g grandandmother has passed away in her sleep. That was the first time I felt like maybe I have some sort of abilities of some sort. Oo, I'm getting chills just thinking about this. Well, this reminds me of like a lot of the things your family has experienced, especially with your grandmother passing away. Yeah. And my mom has always been Yeah. like told or had been given signs from other people that they're passing. Wow. I recall growing up and trying to make sense of that dream and what happened that night. And later in my life, my dad dated a hopy Indian woman and their beliefs are different. And so she explained that when loved ones pass

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away, they have a set amount of people that they can go say goodbye to before they get to move on to the next realm. I thought maybe this explains it. She loved me enough to come and tell me that she was leaving and I was one of those special people that got to have a message before she left our world. So, fast forward to today. I'm about to be 30 this year and my grandma passed just a year ago. I thought to myself, I'm going to be special enough she'll come and say goodbye to me. However, that was not the case. I never got a message from her. I always wondered why. And then I told myself that she had so many people in her life. Maybe she was just making her way down the list. She'll come to me soon. I'll get a message from her. About 3 months after she passed, I had a very, very vivid dream. I wrote down that dream because it meant so much to me. However, now when I look through my notes, I cannot seem to find it. It has completely vanished. Did she not want me to record when she visited? Are those moments only supposed to last in my

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dreams? But last night, I had a very vivid dream again. This time, we were at my childhood home. My family was there, which never happens because we're not close. And my grandma seemed like she was back in her 40s walking around telling everyone what to do, being her same old self that I remember from when I was a kid. Not who I remember as aged or sick, like before she passed. I was so happy to see her. And the only reason I had this dream was I woke up at 6:30 to go on a hike only to read the message that my hiking buddy canceled. So, I turned off my alarm and I went back to sleep. And I feel like without the interruption to my sleep, that is when she could come through. And I saw her and felt her. I didn't want to wake up. It felt so real. But eventually I did wake up. I get on my phone as usual. And the first thing I see is a notification, a memory, a picture of me and my grandma from when I was six. And she was the age that she was in the dream I just had. I felt like this was the sign she was

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telling me. I know. I have chills, too. I feel like this was the sign that she was telling me that she was with me in my dreams. I can only hope that that's why I don't remember my dreams each night. That maybe it's just me and her spending time together. All the love and light, Nikki. So, this is what you mean by ish is cuz this is just dreams. Well, it was a nightmare about it feels nightmarish to be told that your loved one has passed and that you're never going to see them again. also a childhood nightmare like your relative is dying. I will also say the way that the great grandmother told Nikki feels a little bit blunt. Like, yeah, if I'm a great-g grandandmother going to tell my great-grandchild one day that I'm departing this universe, I would say like, "I love you very much. While I won't be able to hug you anymore, I'll always be here and I'll always be watching over you." Rather than like, "You're never going to see me again. We can't speak anymore. We can't see each other.

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Boy, bye. This is a breakup. Oh my god, I didn't see this coming. Yeah, I'm six. Yeah. Like, excuse me. Jeez. Yeah. But um those are really, really special. I know. And it's very clear that Nikki, you have this connection to both your great-grandmother and your grandmother and just your family. And I feel like you are a very open person and that people can come visit on the other side. And I feel like it is hard too because I understand Nikki's desire to be someone on the list. Like if there even is a list. Do we get a list? Do we get a say when we pass over or is it just who's open and or what not or just Yeah. Like just random like who knows? But I understand the constantly being like, "Okay, well, who else has gotten a sign? Like when is it going to be my time?" Cuz it is it is hard and it's something that most people ask for signs when their loved one passes. And it's also kind of like a hard complicated thing to hear other people experiencing stuff with

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someone that you love, but you didn't. And you didn't. And I think that's the hard thing with just spiritual communication in general. It's like, and I feel this way about aliens. It's like, why do so many other people have experiences, but me, who so badly wants to, hasn't been able to. Yeah. But even like like with my grandfather for example, like I've had multiple dreams with him, but my other family members like my brother and sister haven't. Yes, I think I'm more open to it and like I want that, but why aren't they having that, you know? Well, even if we think about our friend who passed away, like you and I were very careful in telling what we were experiencing to some other friends because, you know, if there was a list, Yeah. We were not the top to visit. No, but we had some encounters, right? So, yeah, it's all who knows what's going on or how it happens. If I ever die, I will try to haunt all

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of you. You will all be on my list if I ever die as if like that didn't even I'm a vampire. That didn't even like register that as an incorrect statement. Yo, I'm going to die and I will haunt all of you. How about that? Um, back to

Sabrina's Haunted Dad

nightmares. So, I learned something recently cuz I had dinner with my dad. And I feel like I have to preface this every time I talk about my dad. We have a very interesting relationship. It's complicated. He is my dad biologically, but I don't think the relationship that I have with him is what I would hope for anyone to have for a fatherdaughter relationship. And so, keep that in mind. But also, can I just right up front say that if he ever was willing to have a podcast and you guys wanted to do your conversations together, dinner with my dad is such a good title. Well, I want to do an episode with him on our podcast. With him or with what possesses him? Well, that's kind of what I'm going to talk about because So, we sat down and

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of course like we don't have much to talk about. So, the one thing we do have to talk about is the paranormal, which is great because I love getting ghost stories. So there's a lot of stories I've shared over the years about my dad that in this dinner conversation I realized like they're all kind of connected to the same entity and that this one entity has been following my dad for like 40 years. So basically it all starts where he was doing this business deal with someone and I think there was like some drama between them and the man kind of put like a hex or something on my dad and that night and I think I've told this version of the story where it was like a contract that was like signed basically like proving that my dad was in the right of some who knows but that night my mom and dad woke up in the house the animals were going crazy. My dog was barking. cats were like meowing and hissing and that document was gone, disappeared. And I guess ever since that night, my dad has like felt this presence and sometimes

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has conversations with him while he's sleeping. And that the experience that we had with my sister, my dad actually thinks was this entity. Oh, wait. So your dad remembers cuz I know he was like speaking in other languages and weird stuff was happening when he was asleep, but I didn't realize that he consciously remembered conversing with this thing. So he like doesn't remember what they're talking about specifically, but he will wake up aware that he has had an encounter with this presence because the energy that this presence has is so palpable. And I think because in in the past I've talked about how my dad did a past life regression therapy and in that he learned that a past life was like trying to take over his current life and that was the voice that he was like battling with at night and speaking in a different language. But now I think my dad is like he's like it could be that. But who knows if that past life

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aggression was really real. But now he's like it could be this entity that's been following me. He's like it's been following me for over 30 years. and he's like, I don't know what it wants. Does he want to do anything to try to figure that out? I don't know. He also told me a bunch of other ghost stories that were great. Should I just tell one of them? Yeah. Okay. So, my dad travels a lot to like the Middle East. So, I think he was in Dubai or something and he was at a friend's house and they were having a pool party, barbecue in the backyard and my dad went upstairs to go to the bathroom, but he went upstairs and he like didn't fully close the door cuz he was like, I know no one else is upstairs. Everyone's outside. Like, I just have to pee. I'm going to like keep the door open a little bit. As he's going to the bathroom, the door is like forcibly slammed shut. And my dad's like, "Oh, like, okay, maybe it's just the wind." Weird. Whatever. Finishes his business, exits the bathroom, and he sees a man dressed in like traditional like Middle East garb. And the man goes, "You should close the door when you go to the bathroom.

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There's a little girl here." And my dad was like, "You're right. I'm so sorry. That was really rude of me. Like, I should always close the bathroom." like wherever I am. And I think my dad like starts to become aware that he's speaking to a spirit. And then he's like, "Oh, but who's the little girl?" I can't remember like specifically what happened, but basically that conversation ended and my dad starts going back downstairs and he sees like this shadow of a little girl like dart through the dining room and he goes back outside and goes to his friend who owns the house and he's like, "So, um, I just had a" and his friend immediately looks at him before my dad can finish the sentence. He's like, "So, which one did you talk to? Yeah. And are you kidding me? Yeah. I would love to be haunted by these ghosts. Right. And I can't to actually get to have a conversation. Right. So, I'm pretty sure the little girl is a spirit that has traveled with this man like in life. And the spirit in the house is like a new spirit that I think came forth or like is haunting the

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home to protect the little girl. Like he wasn't an active spirit until this guy who now owns it came into the house with this spirit girl. Oh my god. Yeah. It's a spirit guide that's protecting a spirit. Like spirits have spirit guides. Well, I mean, she's just a child. She's just a little girl. Wow. Yeah, that is crazy. They just like look at someone and talks to them and they're dead. Yeah. I have never spoken to a spirit. I've seen a lot of full body operations, but not so much that I'm like conversing with them that they're there long enough to have conversation with me and for me to have to like my brain has to like click to be like, is this real or is this not like but then there's the flip side where he's being followed by something dark for 30 plus years. Oh my god. Okay, so continuing on nightmares because someone follows the rules.

Demon Update From x116

This is from our listener C and it is

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called encounter. I faced the demon an update from an encounters episode. Hello ghostes. I emailed you years ago and my story was in an encounters episode. I forgot the year now but I called myself C. So I'll continue to do that. I told you a story about me going to Germany and being told that I had a demon inside andor attached to me. I have an update for you. So C's original email was read in encounters 116 which actually came out almost like 4 years to the date. Oh. So we're reading this now. Yeah. So I have an update. I will apologize for the length. It's not even that long. But I need to get it to someone who doesn't know me. I wanted to write this to you for the last several of months, but I have been nervous too. This was sent to us on Wednesday. I moved to Texas 3 years ago and about a year and 7 months into the move, things started to get weird. I have been opening myself up to cosmic forces in the world in the form of druidry and nature-based magics under the guidance of a friend of mine who is a practicing witch. She said that I am what she called a battery, constantly giving off

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energy without knowing it, which caused a plethora of spirits to start visiting us. Most of them were friendly nature spirits or the occasional lost soul coming to say their peace. But that all changed one week when I began to have these horrible nightmares. And as a lucid dreamer, I occasionally get pulled out of my body. It was so surreal. In all of these dreams, nightmares were depicted great acts of violence, murder, arson, and many other horrid things. This went on for approximately 2 to 3 weeks. And one of the worst things about these dreams was that everything happened to people I cared about, and I could do nothing. As an obvious response to this, I developed a fear of sleeping. And I would fight the feeling of falling asleep every night until one night I couldn't resist and I drifted into that sweet release that is sleep. However, it was not restful because that night an entity came to me. At first it was a shadow lurking in the corner of the nightmare. Then a shape in the center

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and then it became the forefront of every horrid scene only ever showing its back. In the last dream from that night, it walked out of the darkness. this time facing forward. My heart froze because this was something I had seen as a child and convinced myself was not real. Ooh, I can tell the full story another time, but to summarize, I was very sick with a high fever and I was visited by something claiming it could make me feel better. I was 4 years old and at that age I accepted without understanding. I remember all of this due to the trauma that it caused, but the last thing it told me was do not tell anyone. This horrid creature, even now to describe it, has me looking around my room paranoid. But it needs to be done. It's about 5'6 with arms and legs slightly too long. But its face, God, its face. Imagine a baby's face with eyes just a little too high on the head and a mouth that was both too small and yet could smile all the way to its ears. It looked

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like it was covered in makeup, making its face have that classic diamonds around the eyes of like a clown. This night in my dream when it walked out of the darkness facing forward, it said to me, "I thought I told you not to tell anyone. Now I have to hurt the one you care about most." "What in the world?" I woke up in a panic, quiet, not to wake my roommates. And that is when I felt it, the staring. I slowly rolled over to look at the side of my bed and froze. There mere inches away was that horrid face staring back at me. I screamed and it laughed. All three of my roommates came bursting in. They believed me when I told them and one of my magically inclined friends threatened it, which was a choice. My one witch friend who has been guiding me through magic even heard it laugh in defiance. Things got worse the next day. The girl

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I was talking to said I looked tired. I tried to lie and say it was nothing, but she could see through it. When I told her everything, she froze. She looked me dead in the eyes and said that something had been standing in the corner of her room, and it looked very similar to this. What is with these creatures like geographically haunting the same spot? Well, literally in the nightmare before the night said, "I am going to hurt someone you love most." Yeah, I guess. And his girlfriend. Okay, so she's just seeing it. Yeah, for the first time. Oh. Oh. Oh. In my mind, I thought she like already was connected to this thing. Okay. I freaked out because at the time she was the most important person in the world to me. And that was it. I had enough of it. One can threaten or harm me all you like, but no one and nothing will threaten those I care about. So my friend and I came up with a ritual to banish it back to whatever [ __ ] pit it came from. That night when I went to sleep, I called it. No, no. I challenged it, telling it it can no longer mock me or use the darkness and fear in my

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heart. It fell for it, and after a few hours of reciting and channeling magic, it let out a final laugh and disappeared into the void. When I opened my eyes, I could truly feel the difference in my room. It was no longer as heavy or suffocating. And after that, I have been able to sleep fine. The nightmare went away. Now I'm living on my own with more spooky but less threatening ghosts and spirits around. Thank you for reading this. I also really don't know how far that spell through the horrid thing, so it might be back. Best regards, C. I think what I'm realizing through this episode is that there is likely an entire slate of cryptids and spirits and demons and creatures that are only existing for nightmares and dreams. 100%. I guess the way I was thinking about it before was like it was kind of like a fluid thing where like they're popping up in both places, but this is really making me think that there is a dream specific realm. A realm. We don't know how this all works. No, we don't. But I have one more story

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to share. Okay. I wouldn't mind if it had more pleasant tree to it. Um but I also would be happy if it's scary. I'm fine with anything. It's somewhere in the middle. Okay, good. Cool. What does a creepy creature in the woods? Waking up in the cemetery in my pajamas and three ghosts of my then alive grandma have in common. Well, my grandma apparently. And you? Yeah. This is unintentionally a grandma episode. We've had a lot of grandmas. You've had a lot of grandmas. Okay. Maybe I've had grandmas. I've had zero grandmas. Karina has three grandmas. I have I do have one in real life.

Waking up in a Cemetery

Hi ghoulies. My name is Rachel and I'm from Melbourne, Australia. Below are my most inexplicable experiences all tied to one person, my grandma. Okay, I haven't had an experience since she passed away in 2005 with the final one being the day that she passed. But this first story is about the time that I lost time and I woke up in a cemetery.

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I was terrifying, right? I was staying with my grandma around 23 years ago. I was 10 years old. She lived in this really quiet small town, kind of the town between towns. It only had a milk bar, a small pub, and a cemetery. At the time, maybe a hundred people lived there, but I love this town, right? Her house was well, creepy to say the least. I said good night to her and I went to sleep in the guest room. And in the middle of the night, I woke up after having a really weird dream. I was young and I was scared, so I went to go sleep next to my grandma. She had a water bed. Remember this for later. I fell back asleep and when I awoke I was sitting on the ground in the cemetery which was about 1.5 km from her house and it was morning and the sun was out. From what I know I had never sleptwalked before in my life. My parents have never said anything to make me believe as much. I had somehow walked to the cemetery. I freaked out. It was freezing. I started crying. I made my

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way back to the house and I was halfway back when I saw my bike on the other side of the path thinking, "Did I bike here?" So, I picked it up and I rode the rest of the way back so fast, so filled with fear. That's horrifying. I arrive and I throw my bike to the side and I rush to the front door and it's locked. I knock and my grandma answers. She's confused. She thought I was still asleep in the guest room. She'd only been awake for 5 minutes before I got there. She had just put the kettle on for tea. I told her what happened and how I had this really weird dream and I was scared and I went to go sleep in her bed and she said she's such a light sleeper that even a creek in the floorboards would normally wake her, saying that she would have felt the movement, especially on a water bed if I had joined her in the bed. She would have heard the front door open. She was sure it was an old creaky door. She checked me over. I was fine. I had a shower. We went back to the guest room. The bed was fully made up, even with the decorative pillows and my teddy bear. Even though I left it a mess when

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I ran to my grandma's room in the middle of the night after that dream. So now we were both freaked out. We left the house and she drove me back to mine. This is literally no explanation. I know. I'm like I have chills everywhere like that. Why is that house like rejecting her like a child like literally forcing her out? Yeah. Pretending like she was never there. This experience has haunted me ever since because I'm like, was this a time slip? Was I really sleepwalking? Was I abducted by aliens? Aliens, too. Okay, so now is about a time I encountered a Yahi in the woods. I was going on a short camping trip to Wala, which is an ex gold mining town in Victoria, Australia. My grandma's hobby was gold panning in rivers and creeks of old mining towns, hoping to find some gold. Love, granny. Sometimes she had been successful with these little golden nuggets. Her friends told her of the small creek near the town where they'd found some small pieces of gold. So my grandma was like, "Ooh." And she invited me and my aunt to join her for a weekend trip. It was the peak of summer and

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three people sleeping in a twoperson tent was not great. It was our final night there and in the middle of nowhere, stinking hot, I needed to pee so bad. So I get up. I make my way about 10 m from the tent with my torch and I pee. I pull my pajamas up. I hear a branch crack and then a deep huffed breath. I spin my torch around, but I see nothing. I run back to the tent so fast and I get inside. I wake up my aunt, my grandma. I tell them what just happened. They told me, "Calm down. Calm down. Try to just get some sleep." And then they heard the movements around the back side of the tent. We were defenseless. We had nothing but torches. A hammer that we used to get the tent pegs in the ground. My aunt crazily grabbed the hammer and left me in the tent. She went to go check, but there was nothing there. I'd rather keep stay in the tent. Yeah. Yeah. We all tried to think of what it could have been. Was it a kangaroo? An angry koala. We lay awake all night until the

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morning. We get up. We pack the tent. We head back to the town where we had parked our car. And as we're getting ready to go, we noticed four massive square toaded footprints. And then they write, "Damn it." being the early 2000s and no phone to just take a photo of it. Yeah. We left for home freaked out of our minds. It wasn't until later in my high school years that I borrowed a book from the library about Australian paranormal encounters where a man claimed to see a Yahi and detailed a fourtoed squared off footprint. What the [ __ ] Okay. And lastly, the story called the hallway of ghosts. This has so many encounters, right? And all has to do with grandma. One day I was coming back from school via a shortcut through the paddic and usually there are some very friendly horses there. They always come up to me in the past and they're usually looking for treats. I literally was FaceTiming my sister the other day and all of a sudden outside my window I hear the the pony. You're famous in this

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town. And I was like what is happening? I literally look out my window. There is a pony in Marblehead that a man walks around the streets. What? Where does it live? I don't know. And I've lived in Marblehead for a year now, and this is the first time I've seen the Marblehead Pony. Dude, Marblehead Pony must have a nice ass house because there are not that many uh spots to house pony. They're not. There are just a few pony yards and you have to have some serious pony cash. But it was literally like the ice cream truck was coming because I'm not kidding. I saw as I look out the window to look at the pony. Yeah. Like a couple with a stroller starts like sprinting up the street to get to the pony and like everyone came flocking to the pony. Are you looking it up? Yeah. I'm so curious if it comes up. No, there's just like a bunch of old photos of it. Keeps saying marble head.

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Well, I'll take a picture next time. I was on FaceTime, so I showed my sister and I was just in shock. But Oh, wait. Did you find it? There's an article from 2008 on wickedlocal.com. Things get a little bit wild on Marble Head Neck. But Marblehead Neck is so far from where I am. And this this guy was just walking his pony. Oh, you know what? I'll take a picture next time. Anyway, I was surprised by this this pony in the street. Wait, what the heck happened over here? This is about two alpacas that had got loose, made a break for it on the marble head neck, which means that people own alpacas over on the marble head neck. That I'm not surprised by either. They do have alpaca yards over there. So, okay, but back to the hallway of ghosts. One day I was coming back from school via shortcut through a paddic which usually had a very friendly horse. They would always come up to me, usually looking for some treats. The whole day just felt off from when I was at school to when I was walking home. And as I was walking through the paddic, the horses

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didn't move. They just stared at me dead still. They knew me for sure. I always brought something for them. I carried on eager to get home. My parents were at work. My sisters were at their after school activities. Note that my childhood home was a very long house with rooms coming off of the sides of a long hallway. So, I opened the door and I froze. In the hallway, I saw three figures poking their heads out from three rooms off of the hallway. Out of one of them was my grandma as a child. Another my grandma in her 30s. The last my grandma in her 60s. I stared. They didn't move. They were like static images. As soon as I blinked, they were gone. Safe to say, I sat out on the front porch until my parents got home. And that night, I woke up heavily breathing after having a horrible nightmare, which I couldn't recall any single detail of, but I was really spooked. I walked down the hall to my

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parents' room at the front of the house, and halfway down the hall, we get a phone call. My parents had a cordless phone in their room, and they answer it. I get to their door, we go in, we sit on their bed, and we find out my grandma had passed away. Love you girls. love the podcast. Rachel, I'm actually speechless. It makes me wonder if her grandma was going through her like life review at that point and she like was getting if she's so tied to her grandma that she like somehow was get especially cuz she described it as like static images. If she somehow was getting to see part of that. I really I don't I don't know. I Well, you said nightmarish and this danced around a lot of nightmares and had some nightmarish experience experiences. Well, the waking up in a cemetery. Nope. No. Yeah. I really Yeah. I like I usually have so much to debrief and so many hypotheses to present, but this one I just literally leaving me scratching my head like like I just Yeah. Well, and I didn't read this one

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sentence, but basically Rachel was also saying like positing the question of why is this all happening around her grandma? like all these experiences which are so different, so diverse. She was like, "Was she just attracting everything paranormal?" Also, you could ask why is this all happening around you? That's true, Rachel. Maybe grandma's asking, "What's going on with Rachel? Why why are all these weird experiences happening around Rachel?" Like especially the way that Rachel described walking through the woods and like everything being still, like even the horses kind of just like being frozen makes me feel like Rachel was temporarily walking through like a warped dimension that was where grandma was going. Yeah. Well, just too everything being still and staticky and like Yeah, it does feel like life was just like Yeah. sucked away for a second. Yeah. Damn. Okay. Well, we Yeah, tell us your nightmarish stories. We would love

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to hear them. Please email us at two girls podcastgmail.com. If you would like episodes one week early and ad free and a bonus episode every month, you can join us on Patreon. Plus, we do campfire stories over there. We have book club. So many fun things. So, join us over there. And uh what's our next book? We haven't picked yet because the poll closes on Friday. Oh, okay. But we'll announce that in the next encounters. And then this is a pyramid scheme. So you tell two people, make them tell two people, and it just goes on. Thank you to get get get sucked into the pyramid scheme. Shout out to Jamie Ryan who edits and produces our podcast. Thank you, Jamie. And we love you all. And we will see you on the other side. Very spooky.