Summer Break: It's Haunted What Now

Hi, this is Christina and this is As Booky tell Us, the podcast for all things as Booky Hunted places true crime in Latin America. But today's not a normal episode you might know by now, but Carmen and I were invited to leave the La Latino International Film Festival and that took up some time for us, and because of that, we were not able to have an episode out, and we realized that we need a couple of weeks to catch up and actually get episodes on time. Not be rushing, but we're not going to leave you hanging in these two weeks because we were never or maybe we have, but we would never now. So instead of one of our episodes, I got one of our podcast besties to send us an episode of that you can all hear, because we should all be listening to Lady. Lady hosts a bunch of podcasts, but the spooky one is It's Haunted What Now. It's one of my favorites. First of all, Leady has the best voice ever in podcasting, So you need to be listening to all of our podcasts, of course, but because you like a spooky things, then this is the one. This is the one that you need to listen to and It's Haunted What Now? It's their one hundredth episode. That's where we're going to listen to. And then next week we're going to have another bestie setting us a different episode, and after that we'll be back and it's just going to be back to normal, Me and Carmen, sometimes the guests whatever. Back to normal. I hope you don't hear the sirens passed about my house right now. Anyway, enjoy this episode of It's Haunted What Now? But maybe don't listen at night. Welcome back to It's Haunted What Now? I'm your host, Laney. When the lights go out and the world is quiet, that's when they make themselves known. Strange whispers at home to footsteps echoing where no one should be at work. These chilling stories of hauntings that follow you from home to the workplace will make you question what's real and maybe make you wish you had an AUDI to your any Okay, ready to get spooked? Fall Mega zero one gives us a couple stories about something sinister boldly making itself known. Story one. As a Brazilian, I grew up in a country where African rooted religion are common. These religions often deal directly with the spiritual world, spirits, entities, and everything in between. Because of my exposure to these beliefs and practices, I've become somewhat accustomed to these kinds of experiences. While they can be unsettling, I usually know how to handle myself in such situations. However, on this particular night, I encountered something that truly terrified me. It was late at night and I was walking home from the gym alone. I was in a bad place in life emotionally and mentally, and I had my headphones on listening to music. This song playing was slow chemical. I remember this detail vividly because even now, that song brings me back to that night. As I approached the cemetery near my house, I started to feel like I was being followed. At first, I brushed it off, thinking it was just paranoia or the usual fear of being mugged. But the closer I got to the cemetery, the more certain I became that I wasn't alone. It was an overwhelming feeling, as if something heavy was pressing down on me. When I reached the street directly in front of the cemetery, gates. My whole body went into survival mode. It was like my instincts knew I was in danger. The sensation of being followed turned into something far worse. It wasn't a subtle following anymore. Whatever it was felt like it was running toward me, getting closer. The pressure was suffocating. In sheer panic, I started running. I wasn't far from home, but in hindsight, running was a terrible idea. Whatever was following me knew that I knew it was there, and it began chasing me with even more intensity. I was praying desperately as I ran, hoping to encounter another person on the street, anything to break this overwhelming terror. When I finally got home, I immediately lit candles and prayed for whatever it was to leave me alone. That's when I realized it was a female spirit, a disembodied soul that had followed me. I have no idea what she wanted from me, but the pressure she exerted on me was unlike anything I've ever experienced. Story two. Because of the religious influences I grew up with, experiences with spirits became somewhat routine for me. One day, I was talking with a friend about protective guides. Think of them as guardian angels. My friend said he felt a strong connection to his guide and shared some personal experiences. I cautioned him to be careful. Sometimes malevolent spirits pretend to be benevolent to drain your energy. The moment I said that, I regretted it, immediately, the light bulb in my room exploded. I got up to go into my room, but when I reached the door, I froze. I couldn't step inside. My body was paralyzed, gripped by fear. It was as if my survival instincts were screaming at me to stay out. I tried again, but I couldn't do it. I stood there, panicked and unable to enter my own room. Eventually, I lit candles and prayed, asking whatever presence was there to leave. The atmosphere became icy cold, and my room felt even colder than the rest of the house. I had chewels, fear, and an overwhelming sense of dread. For a while after that, I couldn't bring myself to enter my room. My final thoughts my advice. Don't underestimate them, don't challenge or provoke them. Always ask respectfully to be left in peace. I will always advocate for leaving the spirits alone, and of course asking to be left alone. I'm curious how you knew the entity from your first story was a female. Was it the energy you felt or something else. I'm also wondering if it was the same one in your second story, what could have been listening to you say what you said to your friend. Heck, I'm even wondering if it was your friend's so called guide reacting to you, because maybe what you said was true and you just like showed their cards. I have no idea, but hopefully everything is okay now. The next story is told by Winter Links nine zero one nine, who also has multiple experiences and a house from the late nineteen hundreds. In the nineties, my parents bought a beautiful colonial house with a white picket fence in rural New England. They probably should have known from the low price and time and had been on the market that something was wrong, but unfortunately we didn't realize that the house was haunted af until after we moved in. Things started off pretty mundane. We'd occasionally smell cigarette smoke really strongly at the kitchen table. Me and my dad are asthmatic, and no one in our family smokes. My mom got sick of it after a while and asked the ghost to stop smoking, and it never happened again. Also, the heat would randomly get turned up to ninety on its own from time to time. These were the old style thermostats that you actually had to physically turn, and we sure as hell weren't turning the heat up to ninety, although I got blamed for it a few times. Then we started to hear heavy, slow footsteps in the house, but only if one of us was home alone. This actually terrified me, as I was a young teenage girl and thought an intruder had broken into the house. Times I ended up hiding under my bed or in a closet for hours until someone came home, only to realize that I had been home alone the whole time. My brother started to hear the footsteps in our unfinished attic and sometimes coming down the hallway and stopping outside his door. The dogs also started to react to something and would bark, growl, and snarl at something that we couldn't see. Eventually, it got so bad that one of the dogs would whimper and cower as if someone was attacking it. My brother, a marine, got sick of this and cussed out whatever demonic entity was in the house, and it left the dog alone. After that, we also started to feel very uneasy in some parts of the house. It always felt like something very angry was glaring at me and didn't want me there whenever I was in the basement, dining room, or central hallway. One day, my brother noticed that I was avoiding these parts of the house and he asked me if I also felt the angry spirit that was there. We had sleepovers with friends in high school and college, and some of my friends had upsetting and settling experiences of the entity messing with them, scaring them while they were sleeping in the basement. Once I saw a middle aged man walk up the front steps, open the door, and then vanish into thin air, literally five feet in front of me. My brother and his math tutor were home alone once and heard a woman screaming upstairs. The lights would go crazy sometimes too, which I'd blame on electric problems, except that you could ask the ghosts if it was them, and the lights would flicker on demand. I could go on and on, because this place was so haunted that things happened pretty much on a daily occurrence. Although there were a lot of negative entities in the house, there were also positive ones that I interacted with. My room was the most protected place, and the negative entities mostly left me and my space alone. A few times I saw angels and orbs of light, which was an extremely positive experience that really affected me. My brother, on the other hand, got the worst of it and was constantly physically attacked and dealt with a lot of sleep paralysis and other problems. My parents finally sold the house after owning it for about twenty years. Since then, the house has had multiple owners, but no one ever stays in the house long, and they end up selling it for a lot less than what they could get. Although it was not always enjoyable living in such a haunted house, it taught me a lot about how to deal with spirits and different types of entities. My mother and brother both have some psychic abilities, and I'm a psychic channeller and medium. Growing up in this house kind of desensitized me to dealing with scary things of a spiritual nature and taught me a lot about psychic self defense. It's been a very long time since I lived in the house, but I still dream that I'm back there about once a week. I believe that this house has some kind of portal that allowed both positive and negative entities to cross. Anyways, I don't want to make this too long, but just wanted to share my experience. We also had a friendly dog ghost in the house for a while, which I can go into more detail about if anyone wants to hear. So believe it or not, I can definitely agree with your thought that this house may have been a portal of some sort. Being that there were so many entities, it seems like there were different types. I wouldn't chalk that up to just any old regular hauntings. Always feel free to tell us more, and if your brother wants in on the action, we'd be glad to hear more from him. And of course I want to hear about the ghost dog, even though I personally would never want to be haunted by an animal, because I don't want to be haunted by anything period. Our final story is told by imaginary breadth two two one, who learned to fear the early morning shift. I have been working in a supermarket since I was sixteen years old. This job started as a way to support myself as a student. Over the years, I've worked in multiple teams and completed countless shifts. For the past four years, I've regularly worked a specific early morning shift that runs from four to fifteen am to eight am. The shift involves unloading truck deliveries and organizing goods onto the carts correctly for inventory. On October third, twenty twenty three, something unusual happened during one of these ships. I live in the Netherlands, and at that time of year, the climate is typically mild. On this particular night, it was warm, about fifteen degrees celsius or fifty nine degrees fahrenheit. However, as I approached the store's entrance, I felt a sudden, icy chill, as if it were freezing outside. It felt strange, but I didn't think much of it. Shortly after, my colleague arrived and mentioned that he also felt as though it was freezing. I told him I had experienced the same thing. When I reached into my pocket for the keys, they felt unusually heavy, almost as if something was pulling them from my hand. I dropped them, picked them up and unlock the door. As we walked toward the back of the building, we heard footsteps behind us, as if someone were running through the supermarket. I turned to my colleague and asked, is it just me or did you hear that too? He nodded, confirming that he had also heard the sound. At this point, I began to feel uneasy and slightly frightened, but I told myself we were probably imagining things. We headed upstairs to retrieve a handheld terminal and an internal phone, which is used for internal calls, customer inquiries, or to stay reachable for truck drivers. By this time, I had been working at the store for over six years and was familiar with its systems. I decided to check the security cameras for any movement or signs that someone might have stayed in the store overnight. The footage revealed nothing unusual, which reassured me for the time being. As we waited for the truck to arrive, we were asked to stalk some leftover goods from the previous day. We went to the stock room to grab a rollcage. Upon entering this part of the store, I noticed the air felt unusually heavy, and once again we heard footsteps. I started to feel genuinely uncomfortable, but being at work, I had no valid excuse to leave, so I ignored the feeling. We moved to the aisle near the self checkout registers to begin stalking. At around four forty am, we heard the distinctive bleep sound the self checkout registers make when scanning a barcode. The sound repeated three times, with five second intervals between each beep. My nerves shot up and I felt goosebumps all over. Beer began to creep in and I felt my heart. I wanted to leave, but my colleague and I knew that our bosses wouldn't understand such a decision, and I didn't want to risk my job. We decided to keep working and finish the shift. Around five am, we prepared for the truck's arrival by going back to the stock room and opening the dock gate. As we waited, the internal phone rang. I answered it and was met with the sound of deep breathing on the other end. I glanced at the phone screen and saw that the call was coming from phone number four oh five. This startled me because I was carrying four oh one that night. The store's phones are numbered four oh one through four oh eight and four oh five shouldn't have been operational. It had fallen into a scene two weeks earlier and had yet to be replaced or repaired. I quickly put the phone on speaker and asked my colleague do you hear this too? The fear in his eyes answered my question, and I hung up immediately. Finally, at five oh five am, the truck arrived, bringing some relief and a distraction from the strange events. The truck driver parked and approached us, saying it's quite cold in ear which reignited my unease. As we unloaded the truck, my colleague and I discussed the eerie experiences we had just encountered. He mentioned that his grandmother used to tell him stories about the paranormal and unexplained phenomena, though he had never believed them because of his lack of faith. While we continued working, we both felt as if someone was watching us. The truck driver, who didn't speak English fluently, couldn't understand our knees and left soon after. Later, while splitting the goods, we played music on our phones to distract ourselves. At exactly six thirty am, two bottles of beer stored about five meters away suddenly exploded. They had been placed in a grate on a roll container that neither of us had touched. After the shift, we discussed what had happened and realized we both felt pain and old injuries, his knee and neck and my lower back and wrist. We concluded that something unexplainable had been with us that morning. My colleague, who was still in his trial period, decided to quit that same day. For a year, nothing else happened. I took a seven month sabatical from February to August twenty twenty four. However, on October secon in twenty twenty four, my boss called and asked if I could cover the next morning shift because someone had called in sick. I refused, without explaining. To this day, I firmly believe in what I saw, heard, and felt that night. I still work at the supermarket because it pays well and I've made good friends there. Some people don't believe my story, and I understand that they may never experience anything like this, but I know my truth. As a twenty three year old biology student who has always been skeptical of the paranormal, this experience profoundly changed my perspective. The memory of that night resurfaced recently when I heard my name whispered while working alone in the stock room. Gross. Okay, so I do not like to use this phrase very often, but I really did have full body chills reading the story from beginning to end. I honestly couldn't wait to finish reading it. I was like, it keeps going, it keeps going, and I'm freaking out a little bit. As you guys know, I record these at night in my little vocal booth, and I have a glass store that's reflective and showing me. So every time I see something, I try not to be paranoid in my periphery going like, that's just you, and then my brain goes, but what if it's not you? I digress. Okay, sorry about that little rant, but there is something so unsett about being in a public place with no one there and suddenly you start hearing things. And you really had me losing my mind with the internal phone call from a broken phone. Do you guys remember that story from the prison when they had a prison guard getting a call from a broken prison phone from like the nineteen eighties. Things like that cannot be explained. I don't care what you say. I don't understand it anyhow. And the fact that it like whispered your name. No, thank you. I know that pay is quite good and you are insanely brave to even continue working there, even if it's not in the early morning shift anymore. Well that does it for this episode. Now, this is our one hundredth episode, So kudos to all of us for keeping it going. Thank you so much for your support, your likes, your shares, all of it, your reviews, your snarky little comments on Spotify. I love you guys so much. You're so funny. But truly I do appreciate it because they are hilarious to me and it helps me with figuring out where the show's going, et cetera. So thank you so much for your participation because it shows that you're engaged and I actually I love it. Now, this is the final story for this episode, unless you're an Apple subscriber, in which case stay tuned after the credits. Well, you'll get to hear two additional stories as a special treat. Well that does it for this episode. If you'd like to submit your own personal spooky tale to be read on the show at a Hauntedpond dot com and click on the link to submit your story. You can also email me Haunted Pod at gmail dot com. Thank you for listening. If you enjoy this episode, please leave a positive review on Apple podcast or your podcast player of choice. It really does help. You can find us on Twitter for now, at podcast Underscore, Haunted, Instagram, add it Haunted, What Now, or at hauntedpod dot com. Production assistance by Jesse Hawk, Writing assistance by cheryln Reyes. The official composer and audiosmith for the show is Niecks at We Talk of Dreams. Check them out on Twitter at We Talk of Dreams or We Talk of Dreams dot com. Until next time? Did you hear that. This army starts off our bonus stories by telling us a heartwarming tale? Back in March twenty twenty one, my eighteen year old daughter was overwhelmed by an experience she had on a shuttle. She'd fallen asleep during her four hour journey, and when she awoke, two other passengers had gotten on. One of them a man, sat in front of her, and the other, a young beautiful woman with braided hair, sat beside her. Smiling. The woman spoke to her, asking young lady, Do you know who I am? My daughter looked at her closely and said no. The woman smiled and said, I'm your nana that raised you when you were little. My daughter looked more closely at her and realized it was a very young version of her great grandmother. She had seen photos of her when she was younger, but the woman looked even younger than the photographs, and she had a glow to her. She started to cry, and the woman said, be strong, wear a smile, and carry on. The shuttle stopped minutes later, and the man seated in front got off and walked in one direction, and the young woman got up to leave as well. She told my daughter, I have to go, now, take care of yourself. She got off the shuttle and disappeared. The words where a smile and carry on are from my grandmother's favorite song, to the Lights of London Shine Again, and it's something that she always said to us, or she'd seen a few lines from it when saying goodbye to us. Don't you cry when I'm gone, Wear a smile and carry on till the lights of London shine again. So was this her younger reborn spirit that my daughter encountered. I'm still unsure of what to make of it. My grandmother passed in twenty thirteen. I could believe that was her spirit and not a reborn one. She probably came back in a form she preferred to see her great granddaughter and give her words of wisdom and a time of need. You never know when we need a few kind words like that to keep our spirits up. So thank you for sharing this beautiful story. The second bonus story is from Weary Passage seventy five eighty two, whose new job is definitely haunted. So I started this job a month ago. I'm an overnight security officer in one of the multiple buildings on a large campus, assigned an NBA, so I really can't be more specific to potentially identify my client. Anyway, I started my job training on first shift, and I'll admit I was skeptical when I started hearing the stories. Things moving doors opening and closing, actual full bodied apparitions in the middle of the day, a little girl that throws things in one of the older buildings, stuff of that nature. I'm usually pretty sensitive to the paranormal, having experienced it often growing up. I've experienced many unexplainable things, but the buildings I trained in didn't feel threatening, so I dismissed it. I've been working my regular shift for two weeks now. On my first day on third shift, I was checking a bathroom when a shadow man leaned out and glared at me as the door shut. I felt paralyzed. I didn't feel safe, but I brushed it off again, told myself it would be fine. I needed this job. It's the only place in my area that pays a livable age. I put up with every whisper, every bang, every uneasy feeling of danger as I walked through the building, and I told myself it's an adjustment period, renewed to each other. It will calm down with time. Yesterday I learned that my building was specifically built on top of a historical graveyard, specifically a graveyard for slaves and their descendants. When the property was brought by my client, the bodies were exhumed and moved across the street, but their original resting place is under my feet every night when I go to work. Tonight, I was checking the emergency exits, which are enclosed in a stairwell. I checked the door was secure and there were no hazards. Then I tried to re enter the building from the stairwell, and the door was held tight. I would open it just enough to see no one on the other side, and it would slam shut again. A few minutes after I finally got out of the stairwell, I entered a loading area and was immediately confronted by a massive shadow figure hat man at least seven foot tall and watching me. I took a deep breath and kept going. Funnily enough, tonight was probably the least threatened I've felt since starting working nights. Oh come on, you guys, I do not like that one bet. There are too many things going on with the story that are huge red flags of absolutely effing not and I seriously commend you for remaining at this job, belivable wage or not. I could not do it. I would start selling my feed seriously, like not my I mean, you know, footpecks. I would be doing that because I just want everybody to stay safe and of course let us know of anything you want and are able to tell us about other happenings going on.