S3XY PARANORMAL HOOKUPS | Ghost Smut | Paranormal Haunted Podcast (x297)

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I didn't realize that ghosts could climax. A ghost peeped on my husband and I, and I'm convinced that it climaxed with us.

Ghosts don't have to watch porn. We are their porn. This is a sex themed episode. These are sexy stories. Yeah. Yeah,

very spooky.

Hi. Hey, this is two girls, one ghost.

Two girls, one ghost. And do you want to have sex with ghosts? Cuz some people do and did. I did not know where you were going with that.

Neither did I. It It was a surprise to

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slow when it was coming out and my brain was like, "What are you saying?"

I thought you were going to ask if people wanted to have sex with us.

That's almost where it went and then I was like, "Got to pivot. Got to pivot."

Well, then I just said it. Um, we're ghostes. That's

do it.

Karen, I'm Sabrina. And do you do it? Cuz that's human

and sometimes everyone's dead.

Yeah. Hey, this is poops and this is a sex themed episode. These are sexy stories.

I'm so excited.

If you have a child listening, this one is not for them.

No. And if you have a ghost listening,

maybe turn the volume up.

Let them know because they might feel inspired by some of these stories. I still think about that one story from our listener who like had the best orgasm of her life with this ghost and it was like the ghost of her boyfriend's friend. Oh yeah. Or what about that one? I was thinking about the story of that person who like had a full-on like

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multi-year relationship with the ghost until I think she had like another girlfriend or something and then had a break up with the ghost. There was like a whole big thing.

Oh, I don't remember that one. Really? I feel like that just made me think of the woman who was caught cheating with a ghost.

You know, things happen.

Well, today's episode, today's encounters is all about sexy ghost stories. Some of them are sex with ghosts. Some of them are you as a listener having sex and a ghost maybe having something to say about it.

And I'm going to start with one that is sex with a ghost because those are my favorite.

sexual, sensual spirit

This is from our listener Tessa and it is called Sexual Sensual Spirit. Simon, my loveydovey soul tied Ghost. Simon, you have a name.

There is content warning about this story for Okay.

sexual content, domestic violence, unaliving, and pregnancy loss.

Okay. Wow.

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There's a lot. But I really do appreciate Tessa put this up front like so that we could share it with all of you. Hey guys, my name is Tessa. She her. I'm a 21-year-old gal living in Ontario, Canada. I've lived in this area for about 15 years, which is important. And I still live with my parents and older brother. Housing crisis, you know. I should start by saying I've never considered myself sensitive to the paranormal or ghostly energies until more recently when my friend, a practicing witch, opened my eyes to how aware I've been as long as she has known me. So, the property we moved to had some unfortunate history. And this is where a lot of the content warning comes in.

The woman who owned the farm before us had an ex-boyfriend unal alive himself in the woods outback. The old man who bought the original house and barn unfortunately then died in an unexpected fire. One farmer's wife suffered from infertility and several miscarriages while living on the farm. But the moment they moved, she was able to get pregnant and had a perfectly happy and healthy

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baby. So, this land and this home has some energy.

My experience started happening to at least my knowledge 4 years ago. When we first moved in, my bedroom was the only one on the ground floor. Everyone else had a room upstairs. So, my brother and my parents. At this time, I was watching a lot of murder mystery and unsolved crime documentaries. So, I was hyper aware of all of the things that went bump in the night. But then I started to hear tapping on my window at night. Knowing what I knew at the time, I would lay still trying to ignore it. Best case scenario, it's just the tall grass that was planted under my window gently beating on the window because of the wind. Worst case scenario, a deranged murderer was tormenting me. So, this tap tap tap noise went on for long enough that my dad, sick of me complaining every day, cut the tall grass down so it wouldn't keep hitting the window. The same day that my dad cut down the grass, my light bulb burnt out in the lamp that was on my nightstand. So, that night, I went to turn on my lamp and it was burnt out. So, I simply just rolled over and went to bed. I was

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asleep for maybe 20 minutes before I heard tap tap tap tap tap tap that same noise on my window. I kept my eyes closed and I tried to ignore it, but I couldn't. I opened my eyes, rolled back over. My lamp was on. Freaked out slightly, I reached over to turn the lamp off, but it wouldn't turn off. Panicked, I unplugged it. The light went off, and as my eyes adjusted to the dark, I saw the outline of a head at my window. This continued for a few days, but unfortunately, I got very used to it.

What? I came to expect my lamp to be on, to hear the tapping and see the head. One night, I remember it was raining. I laid facing the window. Feeling brave or bored, I started to talk to the figure. Stupid little comments like, "Must be cold out there in the rain. Thanks for keeping me company. Why don't you want to let me sleep? I know now that you should never try to talk to things that go bump in the night."

Yeah, but for some reason, I did feel a warm comfort having this one-way

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conversation with whatever this was. We know now it wasn't a person because my dad put a camera above the back door facing my window and my parents were convinced that I was just watching too much scary stuff. And to be fair, I have always had an active imagination. But then one night, my intuition gave me the name Simon, which to this day is bizarre. I don't know a single person named Simon. I couldn't even name a celebrity with the name Simon. Simon Cow. I can I can

That's really the only Simon I can think of.

Yeah. But from that point on, no matter where I was in the house, I would talk to Simon. Never around my family because what would they think? But always when I was in my room by myself, I'd ask him silly little questions or tell him about my day. And all of a sudden, I was less scared of walking alone at night. I didn't even cross the street when a person walked towards me. And I had an easier time talking to people in public. I just felt safe. I walked my dog every day, once at sunrise and once at sunset. And where I'm from, properties are pretty far away. So, my neighbor's lane was a solid 10-minute walk from mine,

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but she was always there in the morning getting her mail, smoking her green green cigarettes and out there at night with her whiskey. Her and I usually chatted for a few minutes while she pet my bear, my pup. And the day I gave Simon his name, she looked at me funny and asked, "What's up with you today?" But not in a tell me about your day kind of way, but like in a worried tone. I told her nothing was up and we continued on our walk. She never greeted me on the lane after that day. H

So, this is where things get even more freaky. A year or so had passed since I started seeing Simon, and he slowly stopped appearing outside my window, but I still felt the same warm feeling. I don't usually dream, but one night, my eyes opened, and my body didn't move. My eyes scanned the room. My door was closed. The lamp was on. Simon wasn't outside the window. This time, he was next to me in bed. He was faced away, but the light of the lamp was outlining him. I swear I tried to scream, but no noise came out. And then I woke up. Terrified. I ran to my brother's room

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and slept on his floor next to his bed. The next morning, I went back to my bedroom cautiously, afraid that there would be a man in my bed for real. But my bed was left as it was. The sun beaming through my linen curtains. I sat in my bed and felt a little tearary. I confronted Simon. Why did you do that? Was that you? Say something. He didn't give me any signs that day. I convinced myself by dinner that he'd left me forever. But alas, that night, my lamp was on. I apologized for getting upset with him before I went to sleep, but I had the same start to my dream.

But also, do you need to apologize? Like, that was an extreme move to be from outside to in your bed. Like, it wasn't even like he was just in the room sitting on a chair and then like slowly moved closer and closer. Like, that was

right.

That's startling.

Yeah. You were in your right to set boundaries. I had that dream. My eyes opened, my door was closed, lamp on, but this time a voice said something softly, but I couldn't really hear the words. I immediately looked over to where he was before, and he sat up and turned to look

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straight at me. My heart started to race. Obviously, I'm taken a back. The lamp cuts off and I feel a small weight on my chest. I wake up the next morning, not scared, but mad because now I know what he looks like. He's tall, average build, broadest shoulders, brown wavy hair that goes down to his cheekbones, and faintly green eyes that kind of lack color. Okay, so he's hot is what you're saying. A few weeks pass of no activity from Simon. My lamp only turns on when I turn it on. No dreams, no safe warm feeling. He had left. I wonder what he said. Maybe he was apologizing.

Yeah,

because

Did you understand the whispers or was it just like you just knew that there was whispers? She couldn't hear what he was saying, so it felt like he had left. My days drag on as I wonder where he's gone. It might have just been me being clingy, but I missed him. This was the point that I started to tell my little witchy friend about him. She had some very clever insights for me trying to explain the things he was doing. Then one night, I woke up like I usually did when he showed up, but the lamp wasn't

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on and I couldn't see him. I remember calling out to him and hearing his voice in my head, not out loud. That is when I felt a soft pressure on my neck, like lips. Soft but intentional. I wasn't struck by fear like I usually was, but it was still tense. Then I felt a gentle squeeze on my thigh. The sensation of touch slowly moving towards my, you know, I flinched hard and woke up. When I told my friend, she asked if the touches were forceful or cautious. When it I explained that it felt like messing around with someone new for the first time, she looked at me a little perplexed and obviously was worried that some pervy ghost was trying to feel me up. But I didn't feel like Simon wanted to harm me ever. He somehow filled my chest with comfort. The only way I know how to describe it is it was the sensation of drinking tea on a cold day. That warmth you feel in your chest like a candle being lit. I understand that this sounds weird to a lot of people, but a few nights later, I wore a little sexy something to bed. And I left

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Simon's side of the blankets flipped open, inviting him in.

Wow.

Like clockwork, eyes open, lamp was off again. For a moment, I didn't see or feel anything. Then a soft kiss on my cheek. It felt like an investigative pause to see if I would flinch, and I didn't. And every touch was welcome. And I mean every touch. Who was Simon? I won't go into too much detail, but I will say he was a perfectly patient gentleman and he has not left since that day. My friend likes to call him my soul tie, which I think is pretty cute. And despite my interplain relationship with Simon, I did end up getting a real boyfriend in real life. Long story short, this guy ended up being a dick. And whenever I came home after seeing him, I would cry for hours in bed. And I always felt like Simon was there holding me. I left that guy and Simon has stayed. Simon has never acted jealous towards any of my partners. He's always been calm and a

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welcoming presence. And one time I had a girl over and when she walked into my room, she stopped almost immediately and talked about how good whatever guy was here last night's cologne smelt. I hadn't had anyone over in months. I hadn't lit a candle, had only applied my own perfume, and the way she described the smell in detail was exactly how Simon smells to me.

No way. I really want I want like a picture of Simon. I want a little bit more artist. Okay.

So, my family and I used to live 40 minutes from where we live now. And that was until I was six or so. And the other day, my mom heard me say the name Simon, and she giggled. Oh, is Simon back? She poked jokingly. Confused and surprised, I asked, "What do you mean?" That is when I learned where Simon came from. When I was four, apparently, I started talking to an imaginary friend. And when my mom asked what my friend's name was, just entertaining my little baby mind, I

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said, "Mommy, it's Simon." Which was weird to her, as was the stage of my life where I was just repeating what I had heard around me. I reflected back quite a bit. There were no shows I had watched with a character named Simon. No classmates with the name Simon. Then my second avenue of research was the people who had passed away on either properties that I had lived on. No one died in the house that we lived in previously. And the people who had passed in the house that we were living in now, none of them were named Simon.

All in all, Simon is a great guy. He's been a comfort through a lot of bad times and seen me through some pretty great times, too. And not to be a horn dog, but he's a pretty fantastic lay. My boyfriend now brings him little trinkets and is extremely accepting of the fact that I have a little dream realm boyfriend as he calls him. He takes me very seriously and makes sure he says hi and bye to Simon whenever he comes over. I hope he sees what I've written and isn't too embarrassed, but I know he's watching me when I watch El's podcast. Love y'all, Tessa. Oh, and then she added, "Oh my gosh, there's so many more things. Also, a couple things I forgot.

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Yes, I've seen a psychologist. I am not crazy. I am not suffering from delusions and I am in therapy. I do believe that he is supernatural. Even my therapist believes so too. And one of my friends who's sensitive to energy thinks that Simon may have been someone from way before our time. His clothing is more reminiscent of something from the mid 1800s. So, it's so interesting because it almost sounds like I can't tell if like Simon was growing up with her, like aging with her

to match her since she was a young child or if like they were together in another time. That's how I feel like it is.

Yeah. And it's like he's just always been a partner of hers from another life that is watching her through this one.

Yeah. I think the way that her friend said that it was like a soul tie.

Mhm.

I kind of feel like they're just connected so deeply.

And he's so respectful, too. Like he's not jealous. He's not like, "Oh, I'm your only booang." Literally,

you can have like your romances and like

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Tessa has a boyfriend.

Oh my gosh. Okay, the last thing I'll read from Tessa's email. My papa, my grandpa thinks he's seen Simon.

Really? Despite being 83, my grandpa is still sharp as attack. Last summer when I went to stay with them for a few weeks, my papa mentioned my little friend, wink wink, sneaking into my room late at night. Obviously, he thought he was catching me having a little sneaky cottage hookup when in fact the only things in bed with me were my dog and my ghost. Simon.

Yeah,

that's a good one.

It's such a good one.

I wonder how long Simon will cuz it sounds like it's not just at this house, right?

No, like Simon now follows her around everywhere.

Like a family cottage all around. Well, now I'm also curious about that woman who like used to greet Tessa and her dog on their walks at the end of her lane.

What did she see that day that has made her stop

and she won't talk?

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Yeah, she's jealous. Maybe Simon used to visit her.

Oh my god.

Because Simon was always waiting for Tessa, but he had to pass his time with someone.

Yeah.

Okay, now I'm like so down for this like fanfic of our fans story. You write us your experiences with spirits and we're gonna write fanfic about you.

Yeah.

Having sex with ghosts.

But that's wild. I am so curious too like Yeah, it does obviously sound like he's very attached to Tessa. But I am curious like how long how long he existed before that.

Cuz if he popped up presumably before Tessa or like when Tessa was born. I don't know. She's talking about him when he she was three. When she was four.

Yeah.

Whatever. Young age. I can barely talk. So, let me just go on to the story called

It's hard to talk when a story is that hot.

peeping, moaning ghost

This is called Moaning Ghost in the Shower. Hanky Pankyoo. Hello, sweet ghostes. My name is Haley. I'm 30. She her. I've been a huge fan of

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your podcast since 2019. And feel free to use my name if you decide to share this story. Okay.

You ladies help me feel validated and my beliefs in the paranormal and the community that you have created feels more than alive. You make my walks with my dog and my gym sessions much more enjoyable and spooky, especially in the autumn. Our community is more than alive because part of it is dead. That's true. I have a plethora of stories that I would love to share over time, but I've had many brushes with shadow people. I grew up in two haunted houses. I was a mortician for 6 years, and the funeral home that I worked for was very haunted, of course.

And my husband and I live in rural Amish country in Indiana. And I swear that we have seen UAPs or a few UAPs in the night sky. But I felt most compelled to initially write to you about the time my husband and I had quite a scare while engaging in some sexy shower time. So my husband and I moved in together pretty quickly after we started dating. He

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lived in a 1960s built one-story home that did not have any odd vibes initially upon moving in with him. We both soon learned that there was something residing in the home with us. Some minor poltergeistish activity started like doors would open and latch shut on their own. We would hear the chair in the kitchen scooting across the hardwood floor at night when we were the only ones there. You know, the really gentle kind of poltergeist activity. Soon we both started to see dark figures in the corner of our peripheral vision. A friend visiting also thought that there was an intruder one time. He said he saw a pale person peer from the hallway corridor while we were having a board game night with a group of pals. A pale person.

Pale,

huh?

We searched the entire house and no one was there besides the people at our party. The unexplained person could not be found and we came to the conclusion that the home may just be a bit haunted. This did not bother me too much, but it did really rattle my husband. He had been renting the house for 3 years

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before I moved in and there were never any strange happenings before.

Okay, so we know who is responsible for said happenings. It was his first experience with the paranormal and he was not thrilled to be a part of it and for this to be part of his life again.

Oh, what? That's a twist.

I know. I don't think we learned that much more about his previous hauntings. We soon came to live with it, but there was one eerie experience that really encouraged us to prepare ourselves to move out as soon as we could afford to. We were in the shower and being two young adults in a newly committed relationship, we were quite active sexually with one another, which meant that most showers together involved sex in some fashion. This particular shower was at night, and to enhance the ambiance, we turned the light off in the bathroom, and we let the light from our walk-in closet just across the back corridor of our master bedroom to light our wet and wild trrist. While very deep in our union, the light in the closet seemed to have gone out because it became a lot darker. But we were not

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going to let that ruin our moment. As our encounter persisted, we both let each other know that the moment was arriving. The climax was near. But suddenly, we both came to realize that we both felt the sensation of being watched. But still, we kept going. It was not until we both heard a moan from the direction of the closet.

Stop. It was one that I could describe as the soft, breathy moan of a male in ecstasy. My husband was on his knees and I was on my hands and knees and we both shot up in horror, not sure of what to make of what we just heard in that moment. And as suddenly, as we heard this man moan and we shot up from the shower floor, the light in the closet illuminated the space once more. But not like it was turned back on. It was like a figure had stepped out of the way of the closet door, letting the light back out of the closet. So, my husband immediately steps out of the shower to go investigate our room angrily, thinking that we had a pervy intruder on our hands.

Oh, yeah. I would for sure think like a real human had

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especially to like hear that. Oh,

with how clear it was that moan, it did seem like there was a physical person there, right? But no, nothing. He goes and he checks the entire house and nothing. But just as other investigations of odd happenings have ended in no explanation, so did this one. No windows were broken. Nothing was left open. Nothing was unlocked. Both the front doors and the back door. They're both locked and secured just as we had left them ourselves. And there was no one anywhere. I had never had any sexual experiences with ghosts, nor did I ever think I would. But that night, a ghost peeped on my husband and I, and I'm convinced that it climaxed with us. Did you guys actually climax? I'm glad that you did.

I don't know. It sounds like it. Is this kind of sexy? Yes.

Is it very unsettling? Yeah, even bigger. Yes.

Oh,

thank you again for taking the time to read my story. See you on the other side. Haley.

Haley, I love that you thought it was hot after the fact, like after

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reflecting on it,

but like also very creepy, but also maybe hot. I think it probably depends on the mood and the day where you like flip-flop between like, was that actually horrifying or was that interesting?

Right. I mean, I didn't realize that ghosts could climax. So, that opens up a whole other conversation of like, what do the paranormal have abilities to do? And

do you remember that photo that was going around on the internet a few years ago? Wait, was it on the internet or was it on our podcast? Sometimes I get too confused

of someone who took a picture in their living room cuz they kept like hearing what sounded like people having sex and you could literally see two apparitions going at it on the couch. I don't think I've ever

Let me see if I can do a quick Google image.

I've never heard of that. And I feel like if we read that on the podcast, that's something I would remember in general. That's something I would remember.

Okay, I can't find the picture. And now I'm getting scared because I don't like the pictures that are coming up. So, just know that it exists somewhere.

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Yeah, I'm sure it was disturbing.

Yeah.

Wow. Okay. I'm so glad it wasn't an actual human because that's horrifying.

Yeah.

But you put on a good show for a ghost.

Yes.

Ghosts don't have to watch porn. We are their porn.

So, we're actually all porn stars. We just didn't know it yet. You're welcome. Ghosts. Okay. I'm going to read a

sexy time interrupted by a ghost

similar story to this, but the ghost has a different response. And this is from our listener Aaron. And Aaron shared this with us on Campfire Stories on Patreon. And I don't think you were there that night.

Oh,

it might have been when you were on maternity leave. So this will be new for you.

Okay.

Hi. Greetings, gorgeous ghostly girls and Miss Leia, of course. And this was to soot, too, when I had soot. Oh,

here is some important backstory. I moved in with my boyfriend a few months ago, and our home is one that he inherited from his grandparents. I personally didn't get a chance to meet either of them as his grandpa passed a

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number of years ago and his grandma passed just before I met my boyfriend. I have however spoken out loud to them both in the house a few times either while doing a cleansing and asking them for protection or as I was going through their leftover belongings and letting them know that I would handle them carefully or even just asking for a little guidance. For example, about a week ago, I was looking to flip a certain circuit breaker and I could barely read the faded hand labels. So I said, "Grandpa Jay, can you help me?" And my eyes were almost instantly drawn to the right one. Now, here is the story of what happened and my theory behind his grandpa being a drama starter. Oo.

So, a couple nights ago, I had been sitting at Grandpa Jay's old desk in his old home office, which I've been redecorating to be my own space. And it does sound like Aaron's very respectful and like talks about everything to the spirits. This was the first time I had truly sat in this spot to work. And as I did, I had the passing thought of how at one point in time, Grandpa Jay sat in the same chair, looked out of the same

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window, and it made me feel a really strong sense of connection with his spirit. And honestly, may have been what encouraged his spirit's playful behavior later on. Further on that same evening, my boyfriend and I started to get a little frisky. We were getting pretty hot and heavy with foreplay as my sexy time music playlist was going on on my phone. Literally just as the song Naked Girl by Isa, which is one of my favorite songs, and I highly recommend y'all listen to it, came on. And immediately, one of our smoke detectors started going off. Not like a beep like the battery was low. Like truly going off as if there was smoke.

Yeah, cuz it was getting hot in there.

It's getting hot in here.

As a song ironically played, I jumped out of bed and ran naked down the hall towards the sound. Frantically, I looked around for any sign of fire and quickly continued into the living room to check on my pets, who were sleepy and confused by my panic and my nudity. And I finally ran to the stove to make sure it wasn't on. Absolutely nothing. We realized of all the alarms, the only one going off

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was the one in the hallway. And it continued to go off as my still naked boyfriend tried to fan the area around it. I couldn't help but laugh at this, especially since there was nothing at least visible in the area to set it off. But just seeing my boyfriend nakedly trying to turn it off was funny. My boyfriend removed the smoke detector from the wall and took it into the living room to attempt to remove the batteries. As he did that, I went back to the bedroom. Much calmer at this point, I chuckled out loud and said, "If this was one of his grandparents doing very funny, but could you please not do that again? Thank you." Thankfully, after my boyfriend got the batteries out, there was peace once again. And don't worry, we continued our sexy time. Now, maybe this is all a crazy coincidence, and maybe I have a wild imagination, but all I can picture is Grandpa Jay realizing his grandson was about to get it on and decided to stir things up for a good chuckle. Or, in a weird way, his way of welcoming me into the family. Who knows? Love y'all, Aaron.

That's kind of a nightmare to have a relative

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watching you have sex.

Watching you have sex. Well, I'm curious, and I can't remember if I asked Aaron this on Campfire Stories, but like was this the first time Aaron and her boyfriend had sex in the house?

Because, and this is a stereotype, but like as is common with the older generation, sex before marriage was like not the thing. It was usually like you get married, then you have sex.

You got married very young.

Yes. So, I'm curious if like in Grandpa Jay's mind, he's like, "Y'all are already living in sin. You're not married. You're living in this house together and now you're about to have sex like no you ain't.

Or is he hilarious and he literally is saying it's getting hot in here.

I don't know. That is uh quite the encounter.

I like I feel like the way Aaron describes her relationship with their spirits. Like I feel like there is this like very fun, playful, respectful

Yeah.

manner about them. Well, I guess the thing is he knew what was happening, but

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he also was turning the alarm on or off in the hallway, so he wasn't in the bedroom until they came running out naked.

I think they were in the living room to be fair. They were in a in the very common space of the home. But yes, he was in the hallway, so he was not in the room with them.

Some type of activity was going on paranormally and sexually. But I'm going

I pissed off a ghost by having sex in his bed

to continue on. This is called

I love this episode.

I pissed off a ghost by having sex in his bed. Oh, and this might also involve potentially a grandpa if I remember it correctly from when I pulled it. Okay, it says, "Hey there, Sabrina and Karen." And then Sabrina and Karin are stried. And it says, "Insert cuter folksy name for the two of you here."

Sabrin.

Sabrin.

Folks, is that cute for you?

Karina.

Oh, I like Karina. I haven't named Karina.

Our group name. Our group name. Our duo. So nice to finally get around to writing this email after months and months of adding myself into everything else. I discovered this podcast on a road trip to Connecticut. Shout out to my northeastern ladies and I've been hooked

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ever since. I talk about you both on a firstname basis as if we're friends. And the amount of times my boyfriend has heard me say, "Ha, that is so Karen or classic Sabrina always picking the scary ones."

It's well into the double digits. But now what we came here for, the ghost story. As a freshly 21-year-old dogs sitter, I was booked to sit for a woman that I would later learn was recently widowed. Okay, so maybe not a grand not a grandpa. The first night, everything was fine. So much so that I invited a guy that I was seeing to come over. I can't remember if people were saying Netflix and chill in 2014, but that's pretty much the gist of the invite.

People might have might not have been saying it, but people were doing it.

People were doing it.

Yeah.

So my little friend came over and we quote unquote watched a movie. I couldn't tell you the name of the flick in the master bedroom and then I sent him on his way and then I went to sleep. The next morning, I started my routine with the pups and all was seemingly normal. But later that afternoon, I took a nap on the couch in the living room when I woke to the sounds of an office

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chair in the corner rattling and shaking. Assuming the dogs were messing around over there, I walked over to break up the fight. But as soon as I got to the chair, the shaking stopped. I looked over to the kitchen to see both dogs frozen staring directly into that corner. Then I swear I could feel pressure on the floor as if someone was walking around me. Oh.

As I'm starting to piece it together, what the heck is happening around me? The wooden baseboard right in front of my feet started being pulled from the wall. What? This is not an instance of wood warping. There is some visible force actively tugging and ripping this piece of wood from the wall. The next few minutes are all a blur as I just ran from the house. I did not create the pups. I didn't even know if I locked the door. I ran to my car. My fingers were trembling. I fumbled for the keys. I skiitted my ass right out of the driveway. And unfortunately, I still had four more days that I needed to dogsit at that house. She was in Arizona. I was in North Carolina. And so, I had to go back that evening after convincing my

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friend to come stay with me. We witnessed things like light switches being physically flipped down, items in the closet being thrown with the door closed, and even the spirit petting the dogs.

Oh, that's sweet.

Yeah. On my second to last day in the house, I finally met the owner's roommate. He was a chef at some fancy schmancy sushi bar, and he worked 12 to 14 hours a day, making him unable to watch the pups himself.

So, he asked me what I thought of the house so far, and apparently my face gave it away. And he said, "Oh, you've seen him, haven't you? her husband. I went cold. I mean, yeah, there's definitely some weirdness, I said, and I didn't really know how else to say it, but apparently the guy had noticed the missing floor molding in the living room, so he stopped what he was doing and looked me right in the eyes and said, "You know, he passed like 3 weeks ago, right?"

Oh my god.

That's why she needed to get out of the house. Um, no, I did not know that.

That's so sad. So everything clicked and I realized that in that moment I had pissed off this man who was barely even in the ground by having a romp in his

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room. During dinner time for the pups, I ran out of dog kibble and I needed to get backup food from the garage. I was already nervous going into this solitary part of the home. So it definitely didn't help when I opened the door to see a massive oil painting of this man. I knew right away who it was. Mostly because I felt a searing judgment in his facial expression. And in some kind of last ditch effort, I looked at the painting and I said, "I am so sorry. I'm just a dumb girl. I did not mean to disrespect you. If you care at all, you are scaring me, though." Then I ran back to the kitchen and the next day I woke up with the relief of knowing that this was my last day of dogsitting. And as I went to go let the dogs out of the backyard, I stepped down into the sun room off of the living room and narrowly missed a dead bird. Gently placed on the rug in front of me was a dead hummingbird. And before you ask, the dogs were in the room with me all night. And this bird had no apparent injuries other than it just being deceased. I

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guess homie did not accept my apology or admission of being a stupid girl. And this was his way of letting me know. So, I took two brooms and a chopstick and I got the little bird out and I put him in the hedges in the backyard. After one final potty break, I left the house and everything was in place. Aside from the floor molding, I still didn't really know how to approach that subject. And at the time, I was so scared I didn't even want to touch it, thinking that he would take it really personally, me undoing his work. Also, this was before the time of Venmo, so I also did have to come back to pick up my paper check. And in a true Aries fashion, I told myself that I would think of some explanation for the broken molding whenever I went to go receive my payment. But the truth, while honest, didn't seem like the best option. How could I tell this newly widowed woman that her husband paid me a visit? I was terrified. She would think I was mocking her.

The day came for me to collect my check. I still had no explanation. I walked into the house and right in front of my

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eyes, the molding was fixed. She didn't say a word about it. Neither did I. I theorized a few different scenarios on my drive home. Either one, she knew that he was active in the space and maybe fixed the molding herself. Two, he knew that he scared me sufficiently enough and maybe used his powers for good fixing the molding. I'm going to propose a third. The roommate fixed the molding.

Yeah.

Either way, I appreciate that I did not have to have such an uncomfortable conversation. And years later, during a psychic reading, I was told that there is a man who died that is always around me. And so I really hope that if it's him, he's not still mad at me. I would really like to thank you both for cultivating such a strong community. I'll never forget the isolating duality of feeling so terrified and at the same time feeling so alone. I felt like even some of my closest friends would think I was crazy when I told them this.

Mhm.

From Kaye. Well, Kaye, if it makes you feel better, I don't really think you pissed him off. I think it sounds like his death was very recent. even the

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roommate had been seeing him and encountering him that just from all of the hauntings, the like petting the dogs, the throwing things in the closet. I just imagine there was so much like confusion and sadness and just like despair of not being able to be with his wife

that that energy is going to like be created in such like a intense way.

And two, maybe like not understanding that his wife was just gone temporarily. Like imagine he's there and he's confused and he's waiting to be with her and then he thinks like someone else has moved in and I've lost my connection.

Oh, that makes me so sad.

Yeah.

Oh, okay. Well, I have one that's not so sad.

Back to like hot and sexy. And this

Halloween sex creates psychic dreams

might encourage all of you to have sex on Halloween. Only on Halloween. That's the only day you should have sex. This is from our listener Lauren and it's called Halloween Sex Creates Psychic Dreams.

Whoa.

Hey, Gooly Pops. I've been listening to y'all for 3 years now and I have lots of

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episodes to catch up on, but boy am I so glad that I randomly found your podcast. To my own awareness, I have never had a paranormal experience or anything interesting enough to email y'all about, which I am totally not complaining about because my little anxiety ridden baby back [ __ ] of a heart might simply just give out and I wouldn't be able to email the experience to you anyway. But as you can see from this title, I did have a dream that may have been a premonition. I'm not sure. In the beginning of high school, I had this friend who we'll call Ryan. And Ryan and I talked all the time and we went through a phase of liking each other, but we never dated or anything. We made out once and we remained close. I got to say that when I say we were really close, it was more like we texted all the time and got deep, but in person we were both awkward and quiet. Been there. But there was an obvious draw between us to continue this friendship even after he had moved to another state in 2014 during our junior year of high school. We kept in touch here and there and even sent each other handwritten letters once in a while,

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cringing at the thought of what I wrote, but it was cute at the time. Over the years, we would talk about the relationships we were in, and I would just tell him stuff about what he might have been missing out in my town. It was nice to have this reciprocated desire to keep communications going between us. Fast forward to 2019. Ryan got the idea to randomly leave and go on a road trip to my town. I let him stay at my vacant grandparents house while they were away and we got to hang out for the weekend. And this wasn't just a regular weekend. No, it was Halloween weekend. Oo. Like I said earlier, we never hooked up besides our lone make out that we had in high school. But Ryan and I ended up boinking the night of Halloween. Now, I don't mean to be gross with what I'm about to say, but I'm just retelling what happened. He he nearing the end of sex in missionary position. I'm sorry, but it helps make sense. Out of nowhere, I started tasting this weird coppery taste and I was confused. Blood. I didn't say anything until he stopped doing what he was doing and he was like,

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"Uh." And his nose was bleeding. I got up, ran to the bathroom to see if I had blood all over me to see how much of a gusher it was or if it had gotten all over the sheets or whatnot in my grandparents spare bedroom. But everything was fine. I always look back on that night and giggle to myself because how cool is it that I had sex on Halloween and blood was involved. It's amazing. Luckily, it wasn't from anything morbid, but you know, just spooky sex. So, now, why is any of this necessary? Well, because this was the last time I saw Ryan and the last time I had sex. And yes, I know that was 2019 and now it's 2024. It's been a long time. Let me tell you, over the years since that night, Ryan and I have only talked a handful of times, and we've been going through our own things. But every so often, I would have dreams about him, which isn't abnormal because I often have dreams about people I care or have cared about, like I'm sure we all do. But my dreams about him would be worrisome. They always involved him getting hurt or wanting to die or dangerous accidents. So naturally, I'd

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wake up from these dreams and I would text him to see if he was okay and check in to make sure I'm not actually psychic or having premonitions. He always responded that he was well and I had nothing to worry about. Because honestly, listening to some of these stories on this podcast always makes me question whether all the jokes I make about being psychic to my mom when a coincidence would happen would turn out to be true. And I would prefer for my weird dreams just to remain dreams.

Mhm.

Now, you don't want them to get hurt or anything.

I know. And it's always better just to like check in. Yeah.

Now, with that being said, I did have another dream about Ryan recently. In my dream, I was sleeping soft and sound until I get a phone call. I answer the phone and it's Ryan. In this dream, I could already feel my anxiety heightening at the tone of his voice, emotional and hopeless. He was telling me that he wanted to hurt himself and that he was going to do it at my house. He was calling me to tell me he was coming over from states away. And I sat up in bed panicking at the thought of anything happening to him and was begging for him to pause to talk to me about it. I shot up, quickly, got

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dressed, and headed outside because, of course, dream time is weird and doesn't make sense. I swung open the door to see him calmly and happily standing in front of my house, talking to a girl I didn't know. All of a sudden, all that urgency was gone. He was fine, simply talking to this woman, and I had nothing to worry about. And that was the end of the dream. I debated texting Ryan in the morning to ask if he was all right. After my mom told me I shouldn't tell him, I decided I'm going to. Honestly, why not? It was an excuse to check in anyway. A side note, maybe listen to your mom's. I texted him and asked if he was okay and he said he was. He asked why and I was like, "Oh, you know, had another dream about you." We laughed about it and had a nice conversation about how each of us were doing. I asked him, "Are you still dating that girl?" Cuz I didn't know her name. And he said, "Yes, I'm still dating that girl. We're having a baby." I was like, "What?" And he said, "I'm not kidding. We're having a baby." And then the tone of his text went serious and worried. He said, "Maybe this is

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what your dream was about." I was like, "Yeah, maybe. That's freaky." He then proceeded to say, "I blame this all on you." And once you texted me, this happened. Meaning he found out about the pregnancy like that day.

I don't know.

I haven't heard a peep from Ryan since. So, I don't know if he's truly having a baby or what happened with all of that. I'm also curious if in the dream like the girl is the same girl,

right,

of that he's actually dating.

Yeah. But what I find interesting is I had this dream of him in distress and him with an unknown girl and all of a sudden he's calm. So maybe this is his girlfriend or the potential daughter he could be having.

And what makes this Halloween sex tidbit more interesting is that this dream that prompted all of this. I dreamt it on Halloween night only 4 years later.

H

did our Halloween hookup make it so I actually had a premonition about his future child? Dudes, I honestly got no idea. Could just be coincidence, but I haven't had a dream about him since. So, the timing is interesting. If you read this, thank you. See you all on the other side. Lauren, she her.

It is interesting. I understand. Like

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obviously if you're not expecting to have a child and you're not trying to get pregnant, it can be distressing to realize that you're about to.

Or was he prior to finding out the news about having a child? Like he was feeling really down on life and like wanting to hurt himself, but then this news was like gave him like a renewed energy and excitement,

right? Yeah. Yeah. And it almost does seem like he was finding out live with her texting him and checking in on him, like it was

she was watching it unveil,

right? Well, and it's interesting that Lauren feels like it might have been his daughter that she was seeing.

Mhm.

So, now I'm curious how old the girl was that he was talking to. How old did he look?

Yeah.

Maybe this is going to happen like one day you're going to meet his daughter and it's going to be the girl from your dream. Because it's not like we don't live in the age of Instagram and stuff. Like she definitely knows what the other woman looks like.

Like

it is interesting cuz I feel like every

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once in a while I'll get like a whiff of someone's cologne or perfume.

Mhm.

And I never do reach out, but like I always have the thought of like are they okay? Is something going on with them when it's like a really specific smell that's associated with someone? And now I'm wondering if it's like more of just it's not necessarily like a bad thing happening to them. It could just be like a giant life change like a huge shift in their energy.

Thinking about you like they say like you're springing if people are talking

smell their cologne every 429 days.

Okay. That's a normal amount of time to be thinking of you.

Yeah. Just every year and a half.

Yeah. It is hard cuz like I'll have dreams like unprompted. I'll have a dream about like someone from my past and I'm like why? Like why now? Like why did I have that dream? And like the context of the dream is very interesting and I'm like

is this like my brain just processing things or

like why is it now?

Yeah.

Especially if there's nothing that you

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can think of that's triggered that it is confusing

but it feels very like conversational like it does feel and then I'm like are they having a dream about me? Are we having like

are you in the dream world together?

Yeah. Or is it just a dream? I don't know. Dreams are confusing. Sex is fun.

The rules of the world.

Two girls, one ghost

is even more funner.

More funner.

More funner

than boinking a ghost.

Yeah, abstinence is key. Listening to ghost stories is priority.

Or do both at the same time. Who cares? Email us two girls podcast@gmail.com. If you have ever had an encounter with a ghost,

if you've had sex with a ghost, please tell me.

Sexy, terrifying, heartwarming. Doesn't matter. We take it all.

We take anything.

Paranormal related.

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Circle the answer and slip it back to us

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or wherever you find this clip. Um, we love you all and you can join us on Patreon if you want episodes one week early and add free. You can rate and review us on iTunes. There's lots of things you can do and you can also have sex with ghosts and free will is free will.

Lots of nuggets of uh really inspirational quotes here.

This is good. We got to put someone make it on on Pinterest with like the like clouds and rainbows as the background, the big bubble font or whatever. Shout out to Jamie Ryan who edits and produces our podcast. Thank you Jamie. And thank you to all of you and to all of the ghosts. And we will see you on the other side.

Very spooky.