TRUE GHOST STORIES | Witches, Witchcraft & Ghostly Inheritances | TGOG Podcast (x276)

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The theme for today is a witch is born. You are so magical. Oh yeah. Very spooky. Sup sub witches. Literally witches. What did you just say? Literally witches. This is two girls, one ghost. Two girls, one ghost. Two girls, two baby witches. Two baby witches, and one ghost. And many ghosts. And a community full of witches. And all of you haunted ass [ __ ] Sabrina picked the theme for this encounters episode. Encounters are episodes we do where we read emails that

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you guys send of your real life paranormal accounts. Exactly. And we have started categorizing them. So the theme for today is a witch is born which actually this can encompass a lot of different things. I was going with like creepy kid, kids seeing ghosts, the beginning of your paranormal journey, the beginning of witches. Did witchcraft go in your family? Good. because that's what I there's so many different versions because not one path is the same which I think is one of the important things that we have learned when speaking to people that are way more experienced in practicing witchcraft and just tuning into their natural abilities. You have to source out what feels right for you. Yeah. And maybe that is following more of a strict traditional non-traditional because witchcraft is non-traditional form of witchcraft. Yeah. But for us, we're a little more eclectic. Someone on a YouTube video called themselves a chaos witch and I loved that. I like that.

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Yeah. Yeah. Should I begin? Yes. This I

dreams of unborn children

love because it's a familial power. Okay. But content warning in the family. It does mention miscarriage and loss of child, but it does work out well in the end. This is from our listener Melly. Hello spooky ghostes. Starting with the sad. I want to get it out of the way. I had a miscarriage at the end of August/ early September of this year. And before this, I kept having dreams of two kids, a boy named Mason and a girl named Mabel. In the dreams, I would give birth, and my husband and I would look at the child and instantly know what their name was meant to be, Mason and Mabel. I also knew how they would look. Mason would have dark hair and blue eyes, and Mabel would have sandy blonde hair and light colored changing eyes, sometimes blue, sometimes green, sometimes gray. However, ever since I was very, very young, I always felt like I would have three kids. So, it was odd for me that I only ever dreamed of two of them. After the miscarriage, the

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doctor told me to wait 2 to 3 months before trying again. About 2 months in, I had a dream of the third kid. Just like the other dreams, I gave birth, held him in my arms, and instantly knew his name was Marty. All M names. After this dream, I knew it was time to try again. And as luck would have it, I immediately got pregnant. Everything is going really well so far, and I keep having dreams about my kid. In each dream, he keeps telling me his name is Mason, and he looks like the first baby boy I ever dreamed of. Oh my gosh. which is so cool, too, because that insinuates that they're always there and meant to be with you, but they get to choose like the order doesn't necessarily matter of when you dream of right someone or are exposed to their soul. It's when they feel ready to come, right? And it's interesting that Melly has always dreamt about Mason and Mabel. Yeah. But always felt like they would have three kids. Mhm. I asked my mom what she thought of this dream, and she told me that before getting pregnant, she had a dream of

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running through a large meadow with a little girl. Not too long after she found out she was pregnant, but they said that I was going to be a boy. She never believed the doctors and was not surprised at all when I came out a girl. My mom then told me that after having me, she started having dreams of another little girl with sandy blonde hair and light colored eyes, exactly like my dreams of Mabel. Also, I've actually had dreams about Mabel, the little blonde girl, my entire life, even before I met my husband. Guess what my husband looks like? Sandy blonde hair, eyes that change colors in the light, sometimes blue, sometimes green, sometimes gray. I have chills. I decided to ask around other female family members on this side of my family, discovering that my aunt, my grandmother, and both of my cousins dreamt of their kids before having them. All of their dreams turned out to be correct. I don't know if this is some unique psychic gift that we have, but I swear if this baby turns out to be a little boy with dark hair, blue eyes, my mind will be blown. Maybe it will be Marty. Oh my gosh. I will keep you

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updated to see if my dreams come true. Though, having a kid will make all my dreams come true regardless, especially if they turn out to be a spooky kid like me. Best wishes, Melly. It's so interesting cuz you can think of this two ways. either Melly and all of her relatives are super open and witchy and intuitive and can basically like figure out who their kids are before having them or is everyone in the family as a child and as a soul so strong that they break through the veil to to interject themselves into people's or they're just both super in touch. Yeah, I don't know. I'm also curious about Mabel because Melly said that she's been dreaming of Mabel for so many years. is Mabel the child that she lost who Oh, yeah. is just always going to be with Melly. Yeah. And it was almost like a guardian. And then it also makes me wonder too like when Melliey's kids grow up, if they choose to have children, will there be a point where Mabel's not seen anymore and a child will be born of

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similar likeness and it will be Mabel? Yeah. Because I also strongly believe that just because a soul attempted to come here and didn't Yeah. doesn't mean that they won't return. I agree. It's like the Pollock twins. Didn't you do that? The Pollock twins. Yeah. They died very young and came back in the same family as twins. As twins. They had memories and remembered how they died. Yes. Oh god, that was so cool. That that story is wild. Wow. I feel like the intuition that people have when it comes to pregnancies is I mean that is the like entrance of a spirit from the realm that we all come from or live in before and after this physical human life enters into this world. And I feel like that is magic. It really is. Also, Noah started really talking to someone in his room again. We had a we had a few weeks break and I even have moved him like when he's like kind of like glancing off and interacting and like laughing and again he's staring at like a blank spot

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and I've moved his him and turned his body to see if his gaze will just like move if he's just randomly like like out. But no, he just he's tracking. It's Uncle Dicki. I I fully believe it. You should talk to Uncle Dicki. Have you? No, I should. I've talked to his son. Yeah. Who's alive? But I mean like when you see Noah kind of interacting, you should just say hi to Uncle Dicky. Well, I don't know if it's him, so I always just say, "Who are you seeing? Are we saying hi?" Cuz there's many people in my in my family lineage who've made themselves known to babies. What if it's like my my grandpa Bob? I don't want to explode. You could say, "Whoever it is, you're welcome to come visit me in my dreams." Oh, expose yourself. I would love to know who Noah's getting along with. That's a good idea. I will do

haunted car ride, intuition & pregnancy 'coincidence'

that. So, I have an email that is similar to what you just read. So, I'm going to read this one. And this is a content warning for talk of child loss again. Okay. And pregnancy loss specifically. Hi ladies. I have a few stories that I think you guys would

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appreciate, but here are just two of my more prominent stories. A little backstory on me. I've always been very sensitive to paranormal activity and very curious about it. I have been a practicing Wikcan for the past 8 years. So, I've also done a lot of work to connect to spirits. Hell yeah. That leads me to my first story. When I was in high school, I began visiting with a spiritual healer to help me develop my gifts. And he had given me the task of opening up to spirits at various times and allowing myself to see and communicate with them. I would drive a lot. So cool. So cool. I would drive a lot around my hometown. It was a small town. There's nothing better to do. And I would open up my car for spirits to come join me. A cab for the dead. I would also preface that only white light is allowed in and anything with bad intentions is not allowed and some other things that my healer had taught me to protect myself. I'm about to drive to Jersey. Should I invite a ghost to join me? You should. Road trip. Road trip. You want to go to the Jersey? One day I

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was doing that and I guess I forgot to preface who was allowed to contact me because I was driving and then I suddenly got very cold which typically didn't happen. It normally felt warm and comfortable, but I looked in my rearview mirror now and there was a dark shadow sitting behind me. Oh no. I felt it in the pit of my stomach. Something was not right. I stayed calm and I tried to communicate at first. He didn't respond until I suddenly felt what felt like ice cold hands around my neck while driving and I then blacked out for half a second. I felt what I assume was how he was feeling that he was dying. and I watched what I can only assume was him dying. It was horrifying. I screamed at him to get out of my car. I rushed home. I burned some sage in my car and I never opened up my car again. I never saw him again. Terrifying. And also but also so sad at the same time. This does make me feel like ghost whisperer, you know, when there is that connection of like seeing how feeling there. Yeah. Yeah.

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How a spirit has passed. Oh man. But that's such a scary and dramatic way of like showing. Yeah. Damn. Okay. So, my next story is a little less paranormal and a little more witchy, but I think there was someone special looking over me that day. Another story from high school. I've always just known things were going to happen. My friend group always relied on my gut instinct for things and I was never wrong. Wow. One day, a friend of mine, we'll call her Jen, and I were going to go visit another friend in a larger town that was about 45 minutes away. And we started to get in the car and I got that feeling, this pit in my stomach and my eyes started well with tears. I looked at Jen and said, "We're not going. If we go, something bad is going to happen to you." Okay. Final destination, much? Yeah. She knew about my intuition and she said, "Okay, we're not going." So, I called my spiritual healer and I asked him if he could tell me anything about what I was feeling. And no, I didn't say what we were doing or anything like that. I just said I had a bad feeling and asked if he could tell me anything

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about it. He told me to hang on. He'll call me right back. I hung up with him and looked at Jen and said, "I think you would have died." Oh [ __ ] We would have gotten in a car wreck and you would have died. And she was kind of skeptical of that until my phone rang. It was my spiritual healer. And he said, "Who was the blonde girl with you? Is she safe? Are you driving?" I told him it was my friend Jen. No, we're not driving. We're safe. What he said next gives me chills every time I think of it. You would have gotten into a wreck. She would have died. And then another quick little story I had. This is I'm not okay. Like I need I know. I know. Like I need to digest. Jen has so much going like this is this is like Jen already had all of these abilities and just had to learn how to kind of harness them. I want Jen and the spiritual healer in my life. Or sorry, not Jen. This is Lindsay. Her friend was Jen. Jen almost died. Lindsay saved her. I want Lindsay and the spiritual healer in my life. Yes. Me too. Okay. Lindsay says, "Another quick story." And this is the content warning for pregnancy loss. I had a super early

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miscarriage before I had my sweet daughter Lily. And I just looked up the exact date and it was exactly 2 years to the day before Lily was in my belly. Weird, right? See you on the other side, Lindsay. I am there. Yeah, there's a lot to a lot to digest. Yes. Like getting visions and of a man's death and like watching him try to show you how he died. There's a lot of car stuff going on, too. At least with these two stories. Yeah. But my goodness, not only are you an incredible witch, you're an incredible friend to have, and you helped prevent Jen from dying. I know. And thank goodness that Jen didn't push her. Not like, "Oh, we're going to be okay. We're going to be okay." I have a

playful ghost in family home

story from our listener, Tegan. And Tegan says that they're not a psychic or a witch. Do we believe Tegan? But this story makes me question that. It is

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called The Ghost on the Wall who played with me. Oh, hello ghouly ghostesses. My name is Tegan and I'm 14 years old. Hi, Tegan. Now 15, almost 16. I just couldn't wait to tell you guys about my spooky encounters. Even though I don't think these would be as extreme as some of the other stories you've heard. But first, you need to know that right after my mom and dad got married, they got a small house that was built in the late 1800s. It was built in a small town in Minnesota. It was quiet and peaceful with not much going on. Like I said, the house was built in the late 1800s. The first people to live there was a couple. The husband's name was Clarence and the wife's name was Hetti. Clarence, I'm pretty sure, died in the house, and they were Polish. So, when I say this house was small, I mean it was tiny. Think tiny home. There was a downstairs that had a kitchen, living room, and dining room that was about the same size of our living room in our current home. Then you would go upstairs. You'd be at my room, which is about the same size as my current closet. Then across my room was my parents' room, which could hardly have a queen-sized bed. Then my sister Riley lived in the room right next to

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me. She is a year younger than me. This was a very hard time, especially for my mom. They were struggling a lot with money. About a year after my parents got married, I was born and I'm the oldest of three. Nothing much happened, just a happy couple with their first child. Then in 2010, Riley was born. And everything seemed fine for a while until I was two and Riley was one. My parents were in bed sleeping. And around 3 a.m. or 4:00 a.m., my parents heard me calling them. Mom, Dad, the shadows are gone. Now, my parents, who were new at parenting in a small house, bolted into my room because they were concerned. What shadows? My dad came in, my mom, not far behind. What did you say? and I said, "The shadows that play with me on the wall. They're gone." Now, we did have a tree in our yard, but it was in the front and my window was facing the backyard. So, it was not the tree shadows illuminating my wall. If it was ghosts, I wasn't scared of them. In fact, I was very unhappy and very sad that they did not come to play with me that night at 3:00 or 4 in the morning. Well, it was a part of her routine. She

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wakes up every morning at 3:00 to 4:00 to play. She thought it was normal ghost. Still, the thought of me playing with something in the form of a shadow person is a little unsettling. Also, my dad worked at a restaurant and often got home around 2 or 3 in the morning. And one night, my mom heard someone in the hallway. Half asleep, she thought it was my dad, so she didn't think anything of it. Then my dad, in quotes, came into her room, leaned down, gave my mom a kiss. My mom smiled, and my dad went back to the hallway. I think you know where I'm going with this. About 5 minutes later, my mom heard my dad come inside, and she thought maybe he had just taken the dogs out or something. But then she heard him take the dogs out. Still half asleep, my mom was confused. Why did he go back outside? Then my dad came to bed, leaned down, kissed my mom good night, got his pajamas on, and went to bed. The next morning, my mom brought up the events because it was a little weird. My dad was like, "What? No. I came home, let the dogs out, then came upstairs, gave you a kiss, and went to bed." My mom was like, "No, no, no. You came to bed, gave me a kiss, then went to take the dogs

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out, and came back up to bed and gave me a kiss on the cheek." My dad told her to know he came home, led the dogs out, then came to bed, which freaked my mom out knowing that whatever leaned down to kiss her was not my dad. Oo, it is creepy, but kind of sweet or residual. Yeah. Yeah, totally. Or almost like the house was going to happen. Yeah. Whatever it was, she said it didn't feel evil and it felt like she was comforted. Another time, my mom was sitting in her room. She heard a man's voice go boo. My mom told me that it was never the intent to scare her, but more playful. She thought it was my dad, so she went into the closet. No one was there. And my mom remembered that my dad was out running some errands. When my dad got home, she told him about the experience and he swept through the house and found nothing. Soon after these occurrences, my mom had her third child, my baby sister, Gwenna. I like that name a lot. Soon after Gwenna was born, my dad lost a job and we couldn't pay for the house, so we moved in with my grandparents. My mom was packing some stuff up in her room. Riley was sitting on the bed, who was about three. And all of a sudden,

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Riley looks up to a corner of the room and points. My mom looks at her and goes, "What's up?" Riley goes, "Mommy, why is that man crying?" "Oh no, so concerned for him." My mom looked in the corner and saw a fan. One of those plug-in fans that rotate back and forth. My mom asked the fan. Riley shook her head. "No, mommy. The man in the corner with the tall hat. He's crying and I really want to give him a hug." "What a sweet little baby." Riley exclaimed. My mom immediately called for my dad who came up and told him what Riley saw. My dad took some pictures. The first two looked normal, but the third one had a small streak in the corner, right where Riley told my mom the man was. After all of these strange occurrences, my mom did some research on the house and found out that the people living there in the late 1800s and early 1900s immigrated from Poland. My mom pieced it together and maybe thought that this was Clarence who died in the house. My mom knew he was friendly because of the kissing and the teasing. And we're pretty sure he was watching us pack, crying that we weren't

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going to live in the house anymore. No. Oh, my heart hurts. He's going through a breakup. I know. It's really sad. We then lived with my grandparents for 3 years and moved into a house of our own. Our old haunted house is now for rent and a lot of people move in and out of it. We like to drive by once in a while since we don't live that far. Ever since I was 11, my fascination with the paranormal started to grow and I really want to go and rent out the house and do an investigation. I have so many questions and I wonder if the spirits remember us. Did they pass on? Was there more than one? Was Clarence with Hetti in the afterlife? I don't know. I hope you guys enjoy my stories. I'll have to send you more about our current house, which is haunted by potentially an SW and an evil spirit that I believe I accidentally created on my own. Oh [ __ ] Stay spooky. See you on the other side. Tegan, if you created a spirit, Tegan, you are a witch. Yeah. And also email us. What the heck? Yeah, it does make me wonder how in the spirit world the ability or the decision is made for a

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spirit to follow a family or not, right? Like if he was crying and loved them so much, part of me was like, "Oh, well, maybe he'll fall he'll move with them." But he didn't. He stayed. Well, maybe because I mean, if this house was his head, maybe he doesn't want to leave it behind because he feels a stronger attachment. Yeah. Hopefully that they got some good new tenants. And I know Clarence likes them as much as he liked misses his kids. I know the little trio. You guys were probably such great entertainment for him. I know. So cute. But yeah. No, that's the hands, the shadows on the wall just disappearing. But how great that you have like a puppet show every night. And they're probably just playing. Yeah. Well, makes me wonder if it was Clarence, but then why did he stop playing? I don't know. We agree, Tegan. We should do an investigation of the house and ask them what's up. I have a story. It's called

supernatural abilities & visits from loved ones

Some of My Weird, Semi-hosty, Quasi Paranormal Experiences. Oo, so there's many from someone who's obviously quite

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witchy named Adrien. This one's titled Grandma Sophie. When I was about 4 years old and had imaginary friends, I don't remember them, but my parents told me that I had them. I woke up in the middle of the night to find my stepdad's mother at the end of my bed. The only thing was she looked different. Her hair was perfectly done as always and she was wearing one of her infamous ornate cfkins that she was known for wearing when she was entertaining. But she was glowing. She was glowing this soft gold and green color. And she told me that she didn't want me to worry about her, that everything was okay and that she loved me. I asked her if I should go get my parents for her or anything. And she laughed and she just said, "No, I just wanted you to know that I'm okay and that I love you." She faded away. The way that she showed up was beautiful. Yeah. And clearly so solid, too, that Adrienne thought it was actually her grandmother here, which it it was, but just in a different form. A I jumped out of bed and I ran to my parents to tell them that Grandma Sophie was just here. And they told me I was

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dreaming. Just go back to bed. I told them that I had woken up. I had a conversation with her. I was not asleep. But they insisted that this was just a dream. And they sent me back to bed. The next morning, they got the call to tell them that Sophie had passed away the night before. And that is when they asked me for all the details. And that's when they realized our child is spooky and creepy and a witch. So, I was a weird kid. I could feel things. And if my mom had an alcoholic beverage, I got tipsy. What? At first, my parents thought that I was playing a trick on them, so they started testing it to see if I was faking it. I wasn't got drunk to find out if it actually Yeah. Let's see if daughter gets drunk too. I'll just have a bottle of wine. I wasn't old enough to understand even how to fake it. And they tested it so often. I had to eventually put up my own protection. It's hard to describe how I did it, but you could liken it to an energetic wall. I did not enjoy their games or the feeling of when my mom

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drank or did drugs, which they did a lot of because they were hippies. And because of this, we were living the hippie life. And I later learned that I was living in a dysfunctional and abusive home. I'm sorry. Yeah. I use this ability to feel to see if I was safe to enter a room or the house or really anywhere. I could stand outside and feel if it was a safe time to go in or if I should just go sit down on the steps and wait. As I got older, I used this feeling to sense if people were good or safe or if I needed to steer clear of them. You're Matilda. Literally, I didn't like people to sit on my bed. It changed the energy of my bed and it took me days to get it right again. When we moved to a farm in the Appalachian Mountains, I spent days out exploring and feeling the energy of the people who used to be there. So cool. I would walk for a long time to get to an old abandoned building and I would feel the people who used to live there. And we had a couple hundred acres and there were several old abandoned falling in or fire damaged homes on the land. And I

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used to see Native Americans on horses that would just fade away just like my grandma Sophie did that one night when she visited me. You are so magical. I know. They didn't say anything to me, but we did make eye contact. I didn't want my parents to think that I was nuts. So, I didn't tell them. I just asked a million questions about Native Americans and horses and ghosts and energy and the mountains. Wow. To the point that I was annoying. And my stepdad actually bought me some encyclopedias and said, "Here, read these." Literally, Matilda, these will answer your non-stop questions. Oh my gosh. That's when I also realized people's clothes had energy, too. I was at the age where my friends wanted to borrow each other's clothes. Some clothes I could not wear because the energy just felt so off from what I was used to. And I often didn't want to wear my own things after someone had borrowed them. And as an adult, I still feel this energy. And I've learned how to clear it with sage and intention. I'm curious if it's the clothes. I mean, I do believe that everything is living, breathing,

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but is it the clothes themselves or is it the person who left the stain? That might be a mix because certain there's certain vibrations. There's certain fabrics I cannot wear. Certain fabrics the same. Yeah. It just feels so icky. Yeah. I'm a real estate broker and I've specialized in bank-owned and governmentowned property. And since the energy of a place can be very strong, I've cleared homes so that the new owners would not be influenced by things that happened there before them. I don't tell them I do this. I just do it, which they are very grateful for. Even though they don't know why it happened or how the energy in the house is so good, they just get good vibes, which is great. And it's all because of you. You should pay extra or charge extra extra for that. I can't even speak. You can make that a job. Yeah. In its own. I noticed that history often repeated itself. A home with a nasty divorce would often lead to a divorce of the next couple that bought it. Or a home that had occupants with financial losses and ended in a foreclosure would have similar outcomes for the next owner, etc. One government-owned home I was entrusted

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with selling made me so dizzy and confused when I was in it. I had to go through the house every week and photograph every room and document that nothing had changed since the last inspection or would start documenting problems. And every time I went into this house, it just really bothered me. It didn't feel like anything bad had happened, no violence. I would just get really dizzy and a little disoriented. I was like, "Get a grip. Nothing is here." But the longer I was in this house, the more confused I would feel. It was so strange. M one day when I was walking around the outside to document nothing on the exterior had changed from the last visit, I ended up speaking with a neighbor and they told me that the lady who lived here before passed away and the house ended up governmentowned via reverse mortgage. She had had Alzheimer's. Oh, the dizzy and confused. So that was it. That was the feeling of confusion. I was feeling her confusion. I cleared the house so hopefully that energy would lessen and not affect anyone else. Other houses I was in charge of had lots of violence. You

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could feel it so heavy and scary at the same time. You can patch holes in the wall or replace damaged doors, but that does not change the energy. No. I'm so curious how they go about clearing out the energy. Clearing the space. What's your ritual? So, now a story about a cemetery. When I was a teenager, about 15, we moved to a small town in New Hampshire. Down the street was a private chapel and cemetery surrounded by beautiful raw iron fencing. We moved a lot, so new places were something that I was used to. I think I'm up to 45 places now moves and in houses. And I feel like I've lived in so many entirely different areas, but I had so many weird experiences in New England. I was enchanted by this place because it seemed like something out of an English story. The chapel was so old and pretty, the stone cottage with a steeple. It had these huge handmade wooden double doors at the entry. And the headstones were all very old with dates of the 1800s, early 1900s. And being the weird kid, I always talked to my friends about tarot.

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I did readings. I read their poems. Best friend. I want to be friends with everyone. Anyone like who listens to our podcast, you think that they're so cool. It's one-sided. No. No. We want to be your friends so badly. Yeah, it does come both ways. I convinced my friends to hang out with me in the cemetery. We spent whole afternoons there, sitting on the steps, leaning against the building of the big doors, smoking, talking, goofing around. One day when I was there, I was with a friend named Mark, and we were talking about the graves. For fun, I decided to lay down on some of the graves and tell my friends what came to my mind, who the people were, what they did, how they died. What a cool party trick. I remember just clearing my mind and allowing myself to feel and say whatever images popped into my head. I didn't really take it seriously. I was just having fun and passing time. The thing that I remember most about the things that came to me was that one woman was run over by the wheel of a horsedrawn carriage. Oh no. I saw her in the carriage in a long dress

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with many layers. And when she was stepping out, she fell while at the same time the carriage started to move abruptly because something had startled the horses. She was run over by the wheel. She couldn't breathe. A few days later, I'm back at the chapel. My friends and I found the chapel door, a jar. So, we went inside. It was so gorgeous. Tall ceilings, stained glass, varnished wood, flower petals, old and dry, lining the center walkways with pews on each side. There were so many items inside made of brass, including the stand up at the front that I assume the pastor would place his Bible on. M and I just wanted to sit there and absorb all of this energy. I also had a strange desire to polish the somewhat discolored brass. It was so lovely. My friend was not very comfortable. He felt like at any moment the police would arrive and we would be carted off. We closed the place back up and I went on with my day. He went home and he told his mom who found out who to call to alert that the chapel was open. The next

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day, my friend came by and told me that he met the guy who owned it and his mother called him. The property had been in his family for many generations. He was happy to be alerted, although could not figure out how the place got unlocked. It had two deadbolts and nothing was broken on the door or the locks. No one had been there for a very long time. He said I could take the brass pieces home to polish them if I was so inclined as long as I would not keep them for too long. Wait, this is amazing. This is also s so New England. It is. I'm not sure why my friend told him that I wanted to do this, but I was happy to go meet the owner and lug things home for polishing. After I returned the pieces, my friend told me that when I laid on the graves and told him things, it was all completely accurate per the owner, and that's why he trusted me to take the brass things and return them. We did not have the internet yet in these days, so there was no way to look up things like that. My friend was also super freaked out by this whole thing and never wanted to go there again and kept asking me how did

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you do that? I'm also envisioning this friend like nervously spilling every detail of what happened out of like I don't want to get in trouble but this is everything we did and then she saw this and then and then the guy's like whoa I'll give her my brass items you sure this little witch friend of yours she can take them. Damn. Content warning for murder and domestic abuse. So my mom was also always interested in things, paranormal, ghosts, energy, the afterlife, tarot, etc. She believed in reincarnation. My stepdad would always tell us, "You're so gullible and naive. There is no afterlife. We die. We end up in the ground. We end up in the ground. Worm food. That's it. That's all." No. And so my mom and I, we made a pact. Whomever died first would come back and tell the other everything, all the secrets of the universe. We would tell each other if we were right or wrong. And my stepdad might have had a genius IQ, but somehow he is wrong. Yep, he is. Life ended up knocking us around after that. They got divorced. She ended up

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with addiction problems. Oh [ __ ] She ended up murdered by her boyfriend. Oh no. I'm so sorry. Yeah. The day she died, it felt like I knew before I was told. She had moved to Texas and I was in Washington State. That day, I got the feeling of being watched, and a hot wind blew across me and made me think of Texas. I told my husband, "It feels like Texas today with the wind like a blow dryer." He didn't really know what I was talking about. I continued my day with this weird sensation of being watched. I picked up my kids. I finished my work responsibilities and I started making dinner. The phone rang. It was my grandma. She said, "Your mom is dead. Bobby did it. He beat her to death." Oh my gosh. She had no other details for me. I booked a plane ticket. I made arrangements to go there, leaving my kids and my husband at home. The kids were little, I did not need them to be a part of whatever this was. No. Later that night, when the kids were asleep and my husband was out, I sat alone. I was kind of in shock. You don't expect someone to die without warning. And she

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was only 49. I hoped she was okay and not stuck. That was my biggest concern at the moment, that she might be stuck, living out her last days over and over and over as a ghost or something. And then I saw her. I was not asleep. I did not have anything mindaltering. I looked up and there she was glowing so bright I couldn't look directly at her. I didn't see all of her. The light was just too bright. But I could see her hands making a ringing worried gesture and I knew that it was her. I asked her if she was okay and we had a conversation. She indicated yes, she was okay. Better than okay. She filled me with this total body bliss to illustrate just how okay she was share that with the conversation was fast. It was brief. It was to the point. She stopped ringing her hands after apologizing to me for the way that this all played out. Mainly the conversation was just to reassure me that she was not stuck and she was good. At the very end she said, "You know the pact we made?"

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And I responded, "Yeah, and none of those things really matter. I know. We know where we're supposed to be at this moment." We both laughed and she faded out. Now, of course, I would like to have the conversation about everything that is the mysteries of the universe. Yeah. But when I got back on that plane, there it was, the blow dryer wind that I had felt. My grandma and my uncle picked me up along with my stepdad and brother, and we went straight to her house. The police had already done all of the things there. So, we got out of the car, and I stood in the yard while my grandma rummaged for the keys and talked to my uncle and my brother. I heard things. A wailing, a moaning, some crying. I looked at everybody and no one was reacting. I said, "Do you guys hear that?" Everyone listened and looked at me. No one else heard anything. After a few minutes, the sounds I was hearing were replaced by loud ringing in my ears, which blocked out all of the other sounds. We each had a plan. Grandma planned to empty the fridge and move all of the food that would get icky in the heat and rot. My brother was looking for valuables. My uncle was just in shock

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and going to do anything anyone told him to do. My stepdad was looking for details and information about her killer. I wanted to find her journal to protect her thoughts and her feelings from everyone else. And I knew that there would be things there that she did not want to be shared, especially with her mother. It was private. I wanted to protect her privacy. Everyone already had enough opinions and judgments about her choices. So, I put up this energetic wall and I went inside. I won't bore you with all the things that I saw out of whack and the craziness of each room. But in the bedroom, there was one spot that I was drawn to. I was standing there staring into space, still trying to comprehend my mom was gone and she'd been killed. My uncle walked in and said, "This is the spot she was found." She had been laying there in that spot for 2 days. She did not die there, but she died on the ambulance on the way to the hospital. Oh my god, I'm This is so heartbreaking. Even though I had my energetic wall up and the loud ringing in my ears, I saw little bits of things

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played out and I felt so nauseous. I just could not stay long. I requested that we leave. I didn't want to take anything home with me. I could not handle the energy. My brother made a pile for my grandma to ship him, and my stepdad put all of the killer's things on the sidewalk with a free sign and beat the man's truck with a bat before calling it to have it towed away. Fair. And by the way, I did find her journals, but all the pages had been cut out with pinking shears. She loved pinking shears because of the pattern that they make. And that told me that she had removed them, not someone else. For months after she communicated with me in dreams, so I could understand what she was thinking and how trapped she had felt in the relationship so that I could understand how such things could have happened. My next story is about mediums. My mom and I once went to a medium for a past life reading and I have no way to verify the accuracy of what we were told, but it was interesting and it did feel true. I went to a medium again later in life after my mom had passed and I really kind of hoped to get a message from her,

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but instead I got a message from my biological dad. Oh, I did not know that he had died. So, I was thinking, "Yeah, right. This guy's a fraud." I had last seen my bio dad at my mom's funeral, and he really wanted me to come meet his other children and his wife, but I did not want to, so I made excuses. The medium told me that my dad wanted to say he was sorry for not being in my life while I was growing up. He needed me to know that it was not his fault, that my mom would not let him see me most of the time. He didn't even know where I was living because we moved so often. Oh, I was disappointed that the medium was fake. When one of my kids asked how it went, I told them how disappointed I was. A few hours later, she asked what my dad's middle name was. Was it kind of different? I said, "Yes, it was Baker." She said, "I found him on the internet." She found his grave and she sent me a picture. He died just 4 years after my mom in 1999. There was no way the medium could have looked him up. I didn't ever go by his last name and there was no cyber trail or paper trail ever tying us together. And you didn't even know?

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Yeah. I called my grandma and my uncle and I asked them, "Why didn't you tell me that my biod freaking died a whole decade earlier?" And they both told me, "Oh, I thought you knew." Nope. No one told me. I had to learn about this from a medium. Damn. My next story is called

premonition of car crash

The Crash. One time I was riding the passenger seat of a Porsche that my stepdad had given me. My husband was driving. We were downtown Seattle buzzing around doing errands, and we had stopped for lunch and were starting to get back on the road. I was studying some work paperwork in my lap and I heard a voice tell me, "Tuck and roll to the center. Do it now." I did. And as I was tucking my body down and moving towards the center of the car, I was thinking, "My husband is going to yell at me any second and say, "What the [ __ ] are you doing, but I knew I had to do this." And the tone of voice was not getting around. Next thing I know, we are t-boned hard. I looked up to find the bumper of an F250 where my head and face had been moments earlier. The way the car had been constructed, the center

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side beam took most of the impact, but it was still a distinctive V-ish shape, so my side hurt from the impact. Nothing was broken on me, but there was glass everywhere. I couldn't even unbuckle the seat belt easily because the door was crushing into it. Jeez. I had glass inside my pockets. No clue how that happens, but somehow I was perfectly fine, as was my husband. That voice saved my head and my face and maybe my life. Definitely your life. My husband tried to convince me that I saw the accident about to happen in my peripheral vision, but I did not. No, I just listened to the voice and I did what it said. My very last story is

daughter's past life

called the past life. Ooh. When my youngest daughter was about 2 and 1/2 or 3 and 1/2 years old, she didn't play with her dolls or Barbies the way that her older sisters did. I tried to encourage her to play nicely with them, but she was always tying them to table legs and being stern with them, saying, "Get over here." I tried to ignore it. I tried telling her, "The baby wants cuddles." And things like that. I was

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worried, as any parent would be. Yeah. Had someone done something to her. She wasn't in daycare. I took my kids with me whenever I left the house for workrelated things. And I was a real estate broker who listed bank-owned homes, so I mostly worked from home. They very rarely had a sitter. and if they did it with my sister-in-law or their grandparents on their dad's side. I was very cautious about what they saw on television. I guarded them from any violent or scary things. And clearly something was wrong. One day I had seen enough. This has to end. I thought I didn't want to suggest anything that might put inaccurate thoughts in her head. So I decided I would ask questions carefully. Has someone tied you up like that? No, she said. Have you seen that somewhere? No. She answered again. I kept asking and I just felt like the questions were pretty casual in tone to mask my concerns, but I hoped that these would answer the underlying issue, right? She was growing very irritated with my questions because I was interrupting what was going on in her brain while she played, continuing to

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tie up these dolls and bind them to furniture legs. And then she looked at me clearly exasperated with me and said, "I used to be policeman." Like, "How come you're so dumb? You don't know, Mom." I did not let the kids watch any police shows. They were violent and during their waking hours, only kid-friendly things were ever played in the house. Oh my gosh. I said, "What? When?" And she continued in the tone of voice that indicated that I was dumb and interrupting her and I should know. Yes, before I was me now. I was police. There are bad people that have to go. Oh my god. I let that sink in for a minute. Oh, okay. You were a policeman before you were Chelsea. Yes, of course. She said so matter of factly. Also, I don't know why I'm giving her this like weird accent. I love it. I policeman. I policeman. Yeah, he's from Sweden, apparently. I waited a few minutes. What was your name? Then she paused and then she made a J sound and paused and made an S sound and paused and then said, "I

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don't remember." After a while, she stopped doing this to all of the dolls in the house. And one day, I asked her, "Do you remember when you told me who you used to be?" She was a little older now and I hoped that maybe she could give more information and that I could try to verify this. And she said, "Not really. I mostly don't remember now." A I have more stories that maybe I'll share another time, but until then, love your podcast. See you on the other side. Adrien. Adrien, a witch is freaking born with you, Adrien. You have so many experiences and encounters, and I'm so sorry for all the loss in your life. Like, it's tragic. But I do really love the way that from the very first story of Sophie showing up with this like bright light and just being like, I just want to let you know I'm okay. It's really clear that you are a beacon for all of your loved ones to come through and share messages. I know. And also just damn my god how intuitive are you that like no training just as a young young child could just tap into this

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energy and know how to harness it know how to feel it know how it to let it guide you to safety. Does that not to you prove even more that as children when we are born we are all born with capabilities and some people tap into them and others based on society and based on life it just gets fizzled out. It also makes me very curious about early childhood settings if there's a difference between children who engage in a ton of imaginative play versus children who engage more in like realworld skill building. There's like a blind delineation of like how quickly they stop having imaginary friends. There's just so many different factors. I know. Then there's nature versus nurture. Mhm. There might be children who were born just way more open. Yeah. Well, I

premonitions and exorcism

have one more story to wrap us up. Okay. This is from my listener Hillary and it is called Since I was a kid, I have always been sensitive to the spiritual

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world. Hi. Sending this story to you as it has always terrified me. And even now that I'm about to retell the story again, I feel eyes looming over me. Hey, but you got this far. the email actually sent, which sometimes a lot of people have trouble with things not letting their emails come through. It's true. So, a little backstory. Ever since I knew what ghosts are, I have been experiencing lots of paranormal activity. From hearing knocking at my bedroom window when I was 6 years old, seeing no one there to seeing doppelgangers and bathroom stall doors suddenly opening at school restrooms despite being alone. Aside from all that, constant paranormal activity became normal as I grew up. And this is where dreams became a thing. I had often had sleep paralysis and I think it's a family thing because my brother has it too. One gift I have is I dream of things before they happen. I call it a gift now. But however, when the story I'm about to share happened, I considered this gift a curse. This was

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when I was in high school. No, it's not deja vu. It's more like a premonition or a vision. To explain it clearly, one time I dreamt of my dad in the hospital and I heard the monitor flatline and I woke up and perceived it as a nightmare. But 3 months later, my dad was admitted to the hospital for stage 4 cancer and we heard that same flatline that I had heard in my dream. Oh my god. Content warning for violence. Also, I had another dream where I saw a stranger getting stabbed and his family being killed by an attacker. But the father was able to escape and reach the hospital. But he was bloody and screaming for help. When I woke up, I was confused. Why did I dream this? That next morning, my brother came home from his night shift working at the hospital and told us that they had to save a guy who had multiple stab wounds. He walked into the hospital on his own, screaming and crying, asking for help. Oh my god, I feel like I'm going to have a heart attack. This is horrifying, right? And I'm curious like is this just being

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really connected to certain people like her brother and her dad or does it not matter? Okay, so now you have a bit of backstory. This is a story of when I experienced a real life possession and exorcism and felt like the target of the demon was me. Throughout my high school life, I had been suffering with depression and anxiety. I would see these things and dreaming all of these premonitions didn't help. So, you can say negativity was surrounding me, but I kept my faith. I was a devoted Christian. One night during my junior year, I dreamt about someone being interrogated by me, like I was a detective. But the questions didn't make sense. I kept asking the girl who and what her real name is and why her until I realized it was some kind of exorcism. In my dream, I couldn't see a face. I just knew I was talking to a woman sitting on a chair and her hands were tied up because she was wearing a female school uniform, so I could see her long hair. but her face was covered in shadow. The voice, however, sounded like a man. Then I woke up. My alarm went off and I saw that I was about to be late

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for school and the dream slipped out of my mind as I panicked getting ready for school. When I arrived to school on our third floor, us juniors shared a floor with the seniors. Everything felt normal. I was chatting with friends and our first class started and that's when I noticed a female ran out of the room towards the restroom. A few seconds later, we heard screaming inside the bathroom. Three male seniors ran to the restroom to check. Everyone on the floor stopped what they were doing. We were also curious what was happening. A few minutes later, one of the guys ran back to the room and informed the teacher. And later, the teacher called for help from other classmates to drag this slim, small woman back to the classroom. Five guys. And these five guys looked like they were struggling to keep her from getting away. Oh my god. When they successfully got back to the room, they closed all the windows. And the teacher asked the other teachers from the other rooms, including ours, to tell us to stay inside of the rooms and to get a priest. As you can see, we were a Christian school. So, my best friend's mother was a pastor. And so, our teacher

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asked her if her mom could come. As all this is happening, we could still hear the screaming inside of the classroom where this girl was. Then, one of our teachers who was gifted in tongues decided that all of us who are constantly leading Bible studies or prayer meetings go assist in that room to help pray and read the Bible. So, it was me and my two best friends. I was hesitant at first, but still went inside. We positioned ourselves in a corner and started reading the Bible. We were there for about 15 minutes, and I decided to look up and check. It's a little like shaking. Yeah, it's like a vibration. Something outside that's shaking it. I don't know. It sounds like it's like in the middle. It's like where that weird cracking noise came from. We positioned ourselves in a corner and started reading the Bible. We were there for about 15 minutes when we heard this woman start laughing instead of screaming. I looked up. I met her eyes and I swear everything went cold. She started smirking at me, laughing, staring directly at me. Oh my god. That is when it clicked to me. My dream that I had the night before, which is such a

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wild dream cuz who just dreams of someone in their school being possessed and having an exorcism in the middle of the classroom. Right as we stared at one another, she suddenly started thrashing again and this time she was trying to cut closer to me. That is when I ran out of the room. It's shaking so much. It's the jar of sage. Touched it and it stopped. So maybe we need to do a cleansing of the room. Okay. So I ran out of the room and the last thing I could hear was this laugh and the eyes of whatever this entity was threw her staring at me. My best friend ran out after me and was like, "Why did you run out?" I explained. And when I was explaining, I started crying and felt numb. I told her, "I can't feel my hands and I felt like dead cold." Despite her telling me to calm down, I couldn't. That is when her mother, the pastor, arrived and saw me and immediately told my best friend to bring me downstairs as far away from whatever was happening as possible. Kid

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you not, the moment I stepped out of the school, everything felt light. About 30 minutes later, her mother called and told us the demon was gone. But just to make sure, I needed to stay away from the school grounds. So, we decided to go home. The next day, that's when her mother talked to me and told me that I had a gift. Ever since then, I thought it was a curse. It's changed since then, but the end. You know how people say that no one has a unique experience in life? Hillary, I think you do. Yeah. I think I'm the most boring person in the world. Well, it's like everything that you think that's like a weird thought or something strange about you, there's like a thousand other people that also think the same thing or do I'm not sure how many people have the same experience like Hillary has. I mean, I feel like every listener from this episode. That's true. Although, this is this is exactly the point where this is going to come out and then within a couple weeks, we're going to get a bunch of emails being like, "I thought I was the only one that this happened to." If you're listening and you're like, "Holy [ __ ] I

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am a witch, too, or I was born this way, baby. I was born this way." Then please email us at two girlsodcast@gmail.com. And if you heard the shift, if you heard the noise, if you could feel something, if you got some type of messaging that was if you're a witch and you're like, "Those ghouls need to protect themselves or something," let us know because that was weird. That was a weird moment. We haven't had a moment like that in a lock. No. Well, I wouldn't say long time. I feel like it was not that long. Not caught on camera. Yeah, I guess that's true. If you want to support our podcast, you can rate and review wherever you listen to podcast. You can tell other people about us. You can also be in the know of what we do by following us on social media. You can join our Patreon for ad free one week early episodes. We have bonus episode every single month. We have book club. We have campfire stories where we bring people up on stage with us live every Tuesday night. So many things. So many different things. Follow us on social media. Watch us on YouTube. Listen to us wherever you listen to podcasts. And

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thank you so much to our editor and producer Jamie Ryan for editing this episode. And thank you to all of you. And we will see you on the other side. Very spooky.