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Even as a child, Shaye could see something that others could not. Ghosts. In her childhood home and the other places she would move to, she would see them, and even creepier, she became a witness to some of the most terrifying scenarios and messages through her dreams. My name is Edwin and here is Shale. It's true scary story. When I was probably eight or nine, I was in my room, laying in my bed. I just rearranged my room that day. I was super excited. I remember laying down at the end of the night on my left side, starting to get sleepy. The way my room is. If I was laying on my left side, I could see on my bedroom door across the hallway. Across the hallway at the end was our laundry room. I always had a fear of that room, but I thought it was a kid thing. One night, when I was laying there looking out of my room, trying to fall asleep, I slowly start to see this figure emerge by the corner of the laundry room. I see this man grab the side of the doorframe. I remember him peering around the corner like he was trying to see if anyone was looking at him. I remember staring at him for five seconds and being terrified. I didn't know who he was. I didn't understand what was happening. I was sitting there in fear. I had a little foam bat by the side of my bed. I grab my bat really slowly. Right as I pick up the bat, I see his head turn at me. I flick on the lights, wing the bat up to go and hit him, and he's not there. I told my parents the next day. They didn't believe me. Days after, nothing never happened again in that house. Years later, I moved to a different house with my parents in the country. This house I never liked. My parents brought us to it the first day we got it. I always told them I don't like it. I don't like it. I don't like it. There wasn't a reason for it. Right away. I didn't have any experiences in the house. I just didn't like it. After being in the house for a bit, we started to have interesting things happen. We were in the garage cleaning. I see this handprint on our window. Everything's been cleaned. The people that lived there previously, they didn't have any kids. It was just an older lady that lived there. She wasn't very mobile. I look at this window, this handprim Like, what the heck? Who's leaving muddy handprints everywhere? By ask my dad. He's like, that's kind of weird. Everyone in the family goes up, puts their hand against this handprint. Doesn't match anybody. There was no way this little lady that lived there prior was going to be messing with the windows. A while later, my parents they were sitting on their couches watching TV and average morning, they hear three loud knocks at the front door. They're like, I wonder who's here. We're not expecting anybody. They get up, open the door, No one's there, pla sit down whatever. A while later, three more knocks. My dad opens the door, goes outside of tries to make sure that no one's trying to ding DoD and ditchas even though we're out in the country. It happens for a third time. He gets up. My mom's freaked out. At this point, my dad sarches the entire yard around the house. There's nobody there. A little while later, my parents and I were autie and they're like, this weird thing started happening in the house, Like, what's going on? It's been weird. In the middle of the night. We've been having our blinds in the bathroom snap up really quick. My family doesn't acknowledge what's going on the house a whole lot. I'm the biggest believer in the house, along with my sister. My dad, he doesn't think much of it. My mom and my brother ignore it. Me and my sister were like, something's definitely off in this house. I was downstairs with my three siblings, were talking on the couch as siblings do. I hear my mom called my name from the top of the stairs. She probably just wants help with something, no big deal. I look around, Where is she? I go to her room. She's not in her room. I'm like mom, trying to call out for her to see where she is. I can't find her. Anywhere is she even here? I go out into the garage. She's not home. A text her, are you home? Did you leave? She's like, yeah, I've been gone for a little bit. At this point, I'm pretty freaked out. Who just called my name from upstairs? It was clear as day that was my mom's voice. I run back downstairs, look at my siblings. Did you guys hear Mom call my name? And they're like no, we were just so weirded out why you ran off? And I was like no, I heard Mom yo my name? Like no, we didn't hear anything. I know that was my mom's voice. There was another time I was staying at my parents' house. I had a surgery. I was staying the night to have someone watch over me. I remember there. I was having a hard time sleeping, that couldn't get comfy. I was in the guest room at the time. It was the middle of the night. I'm laying on my right side, looking across the room, staring at my closet. I hear this loud crashing coming down in the closet. My eyes open really fast. It took a while for me to move. I was terrified. Nobody heard it. No one was moving around the house. If I get up, me under my way over into my closet, open it and it's destroyed, absolutely destroyed. I shut it and ran back to my bed. I still won't sleep in that room. I don't go in that room. There was also another time my fiance and I we were at a trip to Duluth, Minnesota, staying in this airbnb. Her house was really old. There were antiques everywhere lining the walls. In every single room, there was old plates, old wedding dresses everywhere. The room that we were in the way it was set up, there was a long wedding dress in the corner that I hated and I refused to look at. It was our second or third night there. My fiance and I were in separate beds. There was only two twin beds. I was laying there. I couldn't sleep because I was really really hot. I stuck one leg out of the cover and hit something really cold. I opened my eyes. I looked down to see and I'm not touching anything. My leg is not touching my water bottle. It is not touching anything. There's just this ice cold spot touching my leg. My blood ran cold. At that point, I woke up my fiancee up, Connor, Something's going on. I just had this ice cold spot touching me. I don't know what it is. He didn't blame me. He just went back to beds. He's tired coher into the middle of the night. That was terrifying. I still don't know what it was. I have no idea. With how old that house was, the amount of antiques she had in that home, it would not surprise me if there was something in that room, especially with that dress that was in there. It had something to do with that. This is a dream that I had, but the nightmare didn't stop when I woke up. I was living in a rental house. The house was fine, but I always knew that there was something in the house. I don't know what it was. I knew that there were three different energies. One was a young girl. She didn't really do anything. She kept to herself. There was an older man, probably about in his forties. There was a darker energy. It didn't present itself a lot, but when it did it was strong. There was a night where this energy was out to get me. I had to regularly stage the home or else that bad energy would try and do something. There was a night I had a nightmare. I was in a room by myself. There's nothing but a very thin twin bed I was laying in. To my left was a doorway, a very very dark doorway. There was nothing in it. The walls looked really old, like no one has given them attention in years. They were all grimy and gross. The room was black. There was no light coming in, yet somehow the room felt like it was getting darker and darker. I slowly felt all the bones in my body start to crack. My arms and legs moved in ways I knew they were broken. I felt my voice screaming out for my fiance. My life literally depended on it. Yet my scream didn't feel like my voice. When I woke up from this nightmare, I remember sweating and sitting straight up. I woke up my fiance because I was terrified. My bedroom was so, so, so dark. I never understood it when people would say, oh, I'm in a dark room, but it got even darker that night. I understood it. That night. It felt like the walls were closing in on me. I saw an orb, the white orb out of the corner of the room just flash by. I kept getting these flashing images of this demon like girl running at me. I was so scared. I need to get out of this room. I can't because I was crying, panicking, hyper ventilating. My fance is trying to calm me down, and I could not calm down. I could not we go downstairs. I barely make it down the stairs, bawling my eyes out. I collapse on my dining room floor, distraught. I've never had anything like this happened to me. Before I finished, like calming down a little bit, but I'm not sleeping in that room for the rest of the night. My fancy's like, okay, it's fine, go grab a pillow and blanket and we'll have you sleep on the couch. If I go back upstairs and it starts again, the darkness was so overwhelming. I grabbed my pillow and I started to get out of the room. I felt like I was getting swallowed up by this darkness. He was pulling me, trying to keep me in the room. It was physically hard to leave it. I was getting dragged back. I started crying again and starting to hyperventilate. My fiances pulling me out of the room. At this point, it didn't want me to leave. I don't know why I didn't want me to leave. I was being attacked by something. For the rest of the night on my living room couch. I didn't sleep th rest the night. I was awake panicking. Every little sound in the house was absolutely terrifying. The next day, rolls around. I went through stage that entire house. I had a really difficult time going back into my bedroom after that. The weird part is, before we moved into that house, we did a quick tour of it, like people will normally do when they're going to move into a new place. We were in the house for maybe thirty minutes. For the next three nights, I had the exact same dream of the master bedroom, just of us sleeping there in like this one area of the room that creeped me out. It was this one corner. I had a bad feeling from them, but I was like, it's fine if we moved there. I think that was kind of my warning that there was something in that home that didn't like me, and I don't know why. Sorry, I'm getting a little choked up. I don't think i've ever told that story in such detail. I don't let this stuff kind of get to me, but that had me wrecked for days. I didn't sleep for days after that. There was also a time when I was staying at my friend's house. My friend and her fiance were renting it. They lived there for a little while. It was in the middle of the country. There was nothing surrounding it just fields my friend. She always got creeped out about the house. You would be sitting there and feel like something's watching you, expecting to see someone standing there, but every time you look, there's nothing. One night, her fiance was gone. We were sleeping, both in the master bedroom. I had this horrible dream of this old woman standing in the corner. She was telling us to get out of her house, to get out. I woke up. I couldn't move. I was laying on my right side staring at the wall to my back left corner was where the woman was. I just remember, I cannot move. She's going to come after me. I woke up the next morning. My friend she's like, oh, you sleep, and I was like, not too well. I don't really want to talk about it. I didn't want to tell her and scare her. She's living in this house. I didn't want to freak her out. A couple months after she moves out of this house, I'm like, hey, no, that one night, I said, I didn't sleep very while. I have something to tell you. I told her about this dream and the old woman in the corner. She just stares at me. Her face goes absolutely white. I look at her all confused, what's going on. She's like, which corner of the room was it? The back left by the closet. She stares at me, She's like, you're lying, and no I'm not. I wish I was, but I'm not. She was telling me about how there were several times where she'd see this muddy handprint smeared next to that corner on her closet. She cleaned it several several times. Every single time, this handprint would not come off of this wall. We had no idea what it was. I've tried to research that house. I'm not gonna lie. I don't want to know the history of it. That house, with the way it was, there was something dark in it, and I slept over there a few times. I'll never go back. But the way I was just watched. We would hear things come crashing down in the bathroom, just to find nothing there. There was a day where my friend went downstairs to go do a load of laundry. There was an old set of cabinets in the corner. They weren't doing anything. There wasn't anything for it. Every single door of the cabinets were open. I refused to stay at that house since I would not do it. That's one of the worst homes I've been in. I asked Shaney about her abilities, and she answered with even more experience as she went through it's coming up right after this stay with us. I've tried doing some research of psychic abilities. I wouldn't say I'm psychic or anything, but a lot of stuff comes through dreams. That same friend that that had that experience in that house, she was having some medical issues, potentially life threatening. I was really really worried. I had this dream one night that I was talking to her as her thirty four year old self. I was asking her questions. I'm like, what happens? What should be prepared for? My younger self is not okay? But we will be one day, and it'll take some time, but we'll get there. I remember waking up really emotional. We were all pretty scared. I told her this, and she looked at me. She's like, I don't know how you would know that. She doesn't show her emotions. If she's not okay, you're not one to know it. It's very hard to tell. She's like, Oh, you're right, I'm not in a good place right now. But it gives me some hope that you're having these dreams that I will be. I don't know what it is about these dreams. I know when they mean something, I can't really describe it. But even then, there's just been some odd things that have happened to me. We just moved to this new town. Within our first couple of weeks, I had this voice stuck in my head. I still don't know what it is. It's just this voice that popped into my head one day. Danny, Danny, Danny. You know when it's something's on repeat in your head and you just can't get it out. And I don't know who Danny is. One day, I was driving home. I was just so sick of having Danny in my head. I remember mumbling to myself in the car, Danny, I don't know what you want, but I'm over this. You need to tell me what you need from me, or you need to go. I'm almost to my house at this point. I just got this raging headache pulling in my garage. I'm like, oh my gosh, I'm so god I'm home. The next day, my fiance was coming home late. I was checking his location because he wasn't home when I thought he would be. I'm looking at the maps. I see there's a cemetery by my house. I'm like, there's no way, there's not a cemetery there. The next morning I drive PI, there's no cemetery there. I'm thinking, this cemetery that you used to be by our house got moved because I google the cemetery and it's at an entirely different part in the town, entirely different part. The building that it's on is now a Wells Fargo. I'm wondering if Danny was struggling with being moved. I really don't know. I still don't know who Danny is. I'm trying to figure it out. But this is actually the first time I think I've said his name in my house, because I'm a little nervous that if I acknowledge him in my house it's gonna bring more I don't think there's anything bad in the house I'm in now, but there's been weird things happening. And my dog, she's been growling in the middle of the night, daring at this one corner of the room where room is. It used to be two rooms they commided into one before we moved in. It's a really long, rectangular room. Our bed faces the long way. On the other side of the room is two closets and a bathroom. I always close the bathroom door. I'm freaked out by it. I don't know why my dog would just stare in the corner by the bathroom growl. Every now and then she just does this. And it's only been in this house. We've had her for years now, and only this how she stares at that one corner and growls. I read this Reddit post a while back. That's really helped. I need to imagine myself being surrounded by white light whenever I get super super freaked out. That's what I do. It's crazy. I can almost feel the darkness peeling off of me. Know why this darkness comes at me? So it's terrifying every time it does. Even this past week, I have a paranormal podcast we were recording. I just got done reading this story. It was a decent story, it wasn't terrifying. My entire energy shifted. It was visible to both my fiance and on camera. I got paranoid. I felt like something was watching me, like something was touching the back of my neck. I felt like something was on me. I couldn't get it off. He was standing right behind me. Sometimes when I read those scary stories, I can feel something on me and it's hard to shake, which is also why I have a difficult time talking about these things in my own home. It just attracts something. If I'm not in my own home, it's a little bit better. When we were recording that episode, my dog and I both hear this loud bang come from the kitchen. Both of our heads whip. It was simultaneous. We whip our heads left to the kitchen. I look back at my fiance Connor, and like, did you hear that? He's like, no, what did you guys? Hear? Both me and the dog heard that, and you didn't hear that. It's like no. A day or two later, we're watching a TV show. We hear this loud bang come from the kitchen. It wouldn't stop. It was like bay by bang bye bang. We both look at each other like what was that. We go to the kitchen. In the middle of the kitchen is a pot laying on the ground. The way he was on the counter when no one could push that off, that thing had to have been shoved hard off of the countertop. We walk in and it's just sitting there. I was like, no, we're not doing this. I need to go stage the house again. In the past couple weeks, there's just been something with this house that's making itself known, especially to me. Every night since I've been at this house, I've woken up at three am. Consistently wake up at three am. There was a time a couple of weeks ago we were watching TV mining room business and we hear these knocks at our front door. My dog's going ballistics, screaming pissed. We get up. Who is knockings? Not at the front door, It's coming from the back door. But we both go to the back door. We're kind of looking around. I look at my fance, IM like, don't open that door. I really believe that when you open that door, you're letting something in. It's knocking in it once and I think that's what happened to my parents' house. There was that knocking and they opened it, they let something in. I went to the front door at this house again nothing. It's weird. We've heard the knocking a few times. I was home alone. I went into my bathroom to get something. I was looking through the cabinets. I hear this rapid fire knock right next to me, right against the wall. I sprinted out of my bathroom all the way downstairs into the living room. My dogs both sprinted out of the room with me. They heard it too. My older dog she was looking up the stairs huffing at it. It took a while, a good thirty minutes for me to work up the courage to get back into the bathroom. There was no mistaking that for anything other than knocking. I know what I heard. That that shook me. Since then, I don't really spend a whole lot of time in that bathroom. This is especially creepy. I don't know why the previous owners did this. When you walk into the bathroom, the tubs on the left is the toilet. In the vanity. Next to the toilet, there's this square cut out. There's a lock on it, a key lock. We bought the house and there was just this random key in this door, and you open it up. It's this really low storage area with nothing in it. I remember looking in there and I'm like, no, I'm not doing this. I shut the door really quick. There's something about that little attic space, storage area, whatever you want to call it, that's terrifying. I don't know if there's something come from that area, but I always keep my hamper of clothes next to it because the lock it doesn't feel secure enough to me. I'm always afraid like something's just gonna crawl out of it and come get me. There's something in this house that's different. I've been seeing some weird shadows. I was packing to go to a friend's I open up my closet door and I see this black figure against the wall. I flick on the light quick. I try not to give it much acknowledgment because I don't want to give it anything or let it know. I'm scared. I'd continue on with my day. A couple days later, I'm walking through my living room, turn the corner into my kitchen, and I see another shadow figure. There's something in this house that wants itself known. Even all night before, I was super, super nervous. I felt like something was going to get mad that I'm telling the story. Share your own story over on true scarystory dot com, and get in touch with me over on TikTok and Instagram at edwynd Cove. That's E d w I n c o V. Thank you very much for listening. Keep it scary everyone, See you soon.