Who Is That Walking Around at Night? (Two Haunting Encounters)

I am so scared, but at the same time, I'm like, oh my gosh, someone just broke into my apartment. I have to get to my daughter. In one home, the dead may not have left, and in another, something was waiting in the shadows. Two families, two terrifying encounters, and both stories leave one question what was walking around at night. My name is Edwin and here's Chelsea's and Rebecca True scary stories. My name is Chelsea. This happened in May June of twenty twenty one. All the way up until October of twenty twenty four, I had met somebody and me and him had started to date. Prior to this, never had any paranormal experiences, nothing spooky. After I met him, we had went ahead and decided to move in fairly quick, and that was in October of twenty twenty one. Three days after I moved in with him, his mom got diagnosed with cancer. He had family come down from out of state to try to help up with his mom. We decide, says his mom's sick, everyone's going to go out to dinner together, try to spend as much time together with her as he can. His nephew decided he did not want to go to dinner with us. Probably like midway through dinner, his nephew texts and calls and says, hey, are you guys home? Is somebody here? And we tell him no. He tells us that he hears people and the door knobs moving. We tell him, no one's there yet, We're still at dinner. His nephew gets so scared he ends up leaving. We don't really think too much about it. It's really a teenage boy, you know. Probably nothing. But then we started seeing like other things happening. For example, me and my ex, we were sitting home Halloween night, we started hearing the door to the garage on the outside. You would have to go through the garage get through a door to get to this particular door. I'm scared. I'm like, I'm not gonna go look at that. So my ex goes and checks it out. No one's there. No one could even get in through there because it was locked. So that was the two first things that started that really started like sticking in my memory. We weren't really seeing anything yet. It was more of like noises. For example, me and my ex would be in the bedroom, we'd be laying down trying to go to sleep, or we would be asleep and we would hear banging behind our headboard. Our headboard is secured to a wall that is like an exterior wall, so there is not going to be anything banging on that wall. It's kind of like knocking. We kind of just ignored. It wasn't really like much we could do. This. One time, in particular, I came home from work early due to his mom having cancer. She was in the hospital. I did not know she was in the hospital that day, so I come home, I go to the bedroom. I'm sitting there and I start hearing people talking, like in our living room dining room area. I go out and nobody's there. So I reach out to my ex and I'm like, hey, are your parents here or something? And he's like, no, my mom's back in the hospital. The voices were so clear that there is no way that there was not someone in the living area talking. It wasn't just like one person, it was multiple people. It's like a mixture of like men and women. It kind of sounds like if you're having like a little get together or a party. Everyone's kind of talking at once, so you can't really make out what is being said, but you can tell, like it's men, it's women. They're just talking. But I didn't know who these people were. He had a large family, so I just assumed the family was home. But whenever I walked out there, there was absolutely nobody. After he told me his mom was in the hospital, so no one was home, I went ahead and left, not staying there. That really scared me that day. I left until he got home and other people got home, and then I came back. I didn't want to be alone in the house at all during that time. After that, we are still living there. This is February of twenty twenty two. We're laying in bed and all of a sudden, my ex gets up and he like runs out of the room. I'm thinking he's probably going to go to the bathroom. Then I hear his dad like screaming and crying the extus screaming and crying. I go into the bedroom and his mom had passed away. Whenever he left the bedroom, he said that he just got this filling that he needed to go, so he hurried up and ran and as he ran in, his mom was passed in the way. This is more of where the activity starts to pick up. After his mom passed, we went ahead and moved into our own place, myself, him and my daughter. Once we moved into the apartment, it was dread slowly we started to like notice things. I think I started noticing things before him. I like to have bedroom doors open to let the air flow through the house, but I keep closet doors shut. So I would come home from work and the bedroom doors would be shut, but my closet door would be open. Our shoes would be thrown around all the time. Anything in the closet would be just trash like. And I knew. I knew every time I came home the closet was going to be messed up. She was, We're gonna be thrown around. I'd have to go in there put him back. It would never happen while we're at home. You wouldn't really hear anything, you wouldn't see it in the closet. The next thing that happened that it just kind of really got to me. One day, in particular, I'd come home, I heard like whiny, like just crying. I'm like, where's the dog. I'm walking around calling the dog, can't find him in our bathrooms We had a drawer in our vanity area, and if you pulled the drawer out, you couldn't get in the bathroom. It would barely crack, so you would have to be in the bathroom to pull the door out. I went to go open the door, that drawer was pulled out, blocking the door from opening all the way. Sat to sit there and try to push it in. I get in. It's pitch black, and they're the dog is terrified, sitting in a corner crying. I get him out and this is not normal for this dog at all. He's super friendly, jumping around. It just was so odd. So I called my ex and hey, did you put the dog in the bathroom? What's going on? The light wasn't on. I tell him, He's like, no, I left. The dog was running around the house. So that was kind of weird because it's not like the dog could have put himself in there, especially with taking the door out that locked him in the bathroom. Essentially, after that, I just became a little more aware of what was going on. The knocking started again. I actually recorded the knocking at one point because like I wanted to prove it. My ex was kind of dismissive. He would say, oh, I don't get bad vibes or anything like that, and I would tell him and be like, well, when certain things happen, like it does make me feel uneasy. But as time went on it got worse. Out of the corner of your eye, you would see like a black figure walk through the kitchen. You would never see it in like the dining room or the living room. There'd be plenty of times where I would see it walking down the hallway, but it didn't really do anything. It would stay in the hallway, it would stay in the kitchen. His nieces would come over. Obviously have a daughter. My daughter is preteen. We would bring all the nieces over and my daughter would be there. They're all about the same age. We did not tell anybody about this, partially because I did not want my daughter to be scared. So no one knew what was going on in the house, just me and him, and I would tell him like, hey, I don't want to talk about these things in the house because whenever we talk about it, it seems like it picks up. So his niece came to me one day and was like, hey, whenever I was staying in the night, I've seen something in the kitchen, like a black figure like walk through. Once his nieces started coming over, they started experiencing stuff, and then my daughter is like, yeah, I've seen the black figure come down the hallway, go through the dining room. Everyone started figuring out what was going on. Obviously it's gonna get talked about more. And I had told my daughter like, hey, I really don't want us talking about this in the house. It just makes it worse. I will say anytime we had a little argument or something and we decided to, you know, him sleep on the couch, he would sleep on the couch for a little bit and he would immediately come in the bedroom and he'd be like, well, you know, I've seen the black figure. Like I'm scared. I'm coming back to the bedroom. Like, but I thought you said that it was all good vibes. You weren't scared. Sounds like you're scared. Then it started getting to where me and my eggs are laying in the bed. He's asleep. I just start to fall asleep. Bottles in our bathroom are being thrown around. I snap out of falling asleep. He wakes up and he's like, what in the world is that it's bottles all over the bathroom, thrown around, thrown out of the bathtub, thrown into the bathtub. I'm closing the door. This is not something I'm messing with tonight. This is going to be a tomorrow issue. I don't want to go in there. After that, again, it just started really picking out to where it wasn't just a little knocking the shoes over, throwing stuff in the bathroom. The next thing that happened was we decided we were going to sleep in my daughter's room. And this is probably twenty twenty three. I had had surgery like a week prior. My daughter's bed is a little bit lower, so we went ahead and slept in her bedroom. She wasn't there, she was at her dad's house. So we're sleeping in there, the bedroom door shut because I don't want to look down the hallway, and neither does he, because we do see that black figure walking all the time. We're laying there, and again we're both we wake up to someone walking around the house. Remember I put all the shoes in the closet. That's where shoes stay. I don't like shoes being left out around the house or being worn in the house. So we hear somebody walking around the apartment and it's like you can tell it's heavy. It sounds like someone's wearing shoes. I'm not going out. He's not going out. He's scared too. At this point. The next morning, we wake up and his shoes are placed right outside of that bedroom door, like someone had been walking and like in midstride, like took the shoes off. The level of scared that I was was insane. It's these little things that it just kept building up and building up, and then it just kept escalating. My daughter comes to me and she said, Mom, I don't know what's going on. I'm having sleep paralyss is really bad. My daughter is like eleven or twelve, She's never had issues before. She's saying that she is laying in her bed and she's waking up to this figure of a woman. She said that whenever she wakes up, the woman is like in the corner of the room, but she can't breathe and she can't move. That's scary as a mom to hear. I don't know what to do about that. If I take her to a doctor and they're not gonna do anything, She just said, it is like a black figure. You can't see a face. It's a woman. It has the hair, but there is no face. It's just a black outline. It just stands in the corner. But I can't move, I can't breathe. Again, I don't know what to do. We're not religious, so you know, I can't say, like, oh, pray or do these things. So I'm kind of lost. She has it a few more times again, There's nothing we can really do. She had also had these fairy lights, like a stream of lights that she wrapped around her headboard, and it had like a little control panel. It was battery operated. You would have to flip a switch to turn it on and to turn it off, and there was like different settings like linking. We would notice during the weekends when she was gone with her dad, I keep the doors open. We would see the lights would be on on her bed. We didn't really think to go in there and turn them off. We just assumed they were on a timer because they would go on and then they would end up turning off whenever it was say time, We would never see it would only be it late at night. We said something to her one day and she said, mom My, lights don't work. They were cut and I was like, well, why'd you cut the lights? She said, I didn't. The wire has been cut. I just leave them alone because you know it doesn't work. I'm like, oh, okay, that's lovely. And these lights have been coming on on the weekends where we're gone. We're seeing it and these lights are not connected. There's no way they can be coming on. But it's something like it always grabbed our attention that the lights were on, but it was oh, she left them on. She's got them on a timer. It is what it is. I think the biggest thing that happened that still to this day, like the filling in my chest of just like dread again. This is probably the beginning of twenty twenty four, because we were still living there. We had went to sleep. My daughter is in her bedroom. She sleeps with the door closed as well because she's scared of seeing that black figure that walks around the apartment. She's scared of seeing it, so her door shut. My bedroom door is shut as well, again because we're scared of seeing that black figure. I am sleeping, my ex boyfriend sleeping. All of a sudden, I just hear our bedroom door open. I'm a super light sleeper. I hear the bedroom door open, so I'm assuming my daughter is going to come in. So I start to wake up, and all of a sudden, the door slams shut the biggest loudest sound. It was so loud that I'm sure our neighbors could hear it. And then you hear running down the hallway super fast. I am so scared, but at the same time, I'm like, oh, my gosh, someone just broke into my apartment. I have to get to my daughter. I open the door and start to run out, and my daughter is not up. She's dead asleep. I don't think I've ever felt like that before. I could just hear my heart pounding in my ears. My ex he wakes up and I told him, I'm like, this does not feel good, this awful feeling, and he would just keep telling me, Oh, I don't feel bad. I think whatever's here, it's not bad. But we kind of came to conclusion of I don't think it's where we're living. I think it's you. I wholeheartedly believe it was something with him. I know whenever his mom was pregnant with him, she went into a coma, and neither him or his mom were supposed to make it. I don't know how, but by a miracle, his mom came out of the coma and she was able to have him. I personally believe that, since he was so close to death, maybe he has ties. It's where it allows things to come in. I will say he comes from a Hispanic household, and whenever he was younger, they had a house in New Jersey, and his whole family has told me about this. They would see like this really tall black figure and whenever he explained it to me, it had, you know, a black brimmed hat. The stereotypical hat man is what he was describing. But he didn't know what that was, and I told him, I was like, that sounds like the hat man. So he tells me that when he's little, it would come up. It would try to go in his room and he would get really scared, so he'd go sleep in his sister's room. All his siblings are way older than him. His dad takes him to the neighbor who practices some type of I don't know if it's Santa Ria or what they're practicing, but they put him in a bathtub and they put this liquid that they had made. They're pouring it over him, and they're talking in Spanish while they're pouring this on him. And his dad said every so often they would go when they would do it again to try to keep him from having the nightmares, from seeing the figures. But then I think about it, and I'm like, maybe, husband, you the whole time. Well, finally our lease is up. We decided to go ahead and move back into his family home, and almost instantly, same thing, we're hearing the knocking behind the headboard again. The one thing that kind of sticks out to me towards the end of us being together is there was one night where I woke up because he was leaving the bedroom. I seen him physically seeing him. He looked at me, this is him. He opens the bedroom door and leaves. I go ahead and I roll back over. He's laying in bed, and I'm like, oh my gosh, what in the world. I think that was the last thing. Shortly after that, we slid up. It went from you know, once a week to every single day, and that's kind of a lot to live with, just little things building up every single day. If it's every once in a while, you know, I can. I can kind of deal with that, but whenever things are being thrown, I'm seeing things, my daughter's seeing things, he's seeing things. It becomes a lot. It kind of just like wears you down. I have lived in a couple different places since then. No issues, no paranormal issues. My daughter hasn't complained of anything, he hasn't experienced anything. We have been completely fine since then. I definitely think it's something to do with him. I think something is attached to him. I think that's kind of why it followed us from his childhood home to our apartment that we had together, back to his childhood home. It's I don't think those locations were I think it's him. This story takes place in Wisconsin. It was a summer, I believe, around July two thousand and nine. I was eight years old. My brother was with me during this time and he was nine. We we're at my grandmother's house. It was this red brick house near the high school my aunt went to kind of run down neighborhood. My uncle was there with us that day, as well as my aunt's boyfriend. I remember growing up going to my grandmother's house, like every time I'm there, I feel like being watched. My brother will always be with me wherever I go. In that house, like I will never go anywhere alone. One afternoon, around one or two pm, my parents they had to go to a meeting. They dropped me and my brother off at my grandmother's house. When we got there, it was just my aunt, my uncle, and my aunt's boyfriend home. Everything felt normal at first. We all played around and eventually we whipped out a board game in the living room. We played for a while. It got a little boring, but we had nothing else to do, and all of a sudden, you know, my aunt's boyfriend got a call and he said he's gonna step out of the living room and take this call. We continue playing without him for what seemed like thirty minutes to an hour. We haven't heard anything from him. He hadn't return, so we got curious. We didn't want to continue, like switching board games or card games without him there. We decided to go find him. Mind you, it's broad daylight out, so there's nothing to be scared of. I was like, I'm with my brother, with my aunt and with my uncle. It's fine. We went around the house to look for him. So we started going towards the dining room. And then when you go towards the dining room, immediately to the left there was a long hallway which leads you to all the bedrooms, and down straight that hallway is a bathroom, and then to the right. Of that bathroom is two bedrooms. Went straight and then went to the left and then left from the hallway from the kitchen is the master bedroom where my grandparents sleep. So we were walking in like de sooner rope. It was I believe my aunt, first my uncle, my brother, and then me. We went down that. Hallway and we made a right turn. As they're walking down to the bedroom. Down that hallway straight ahead, I had like goosebumps. I stared to my left and there was a shadowy figure sitting on a gaming chair of my other uncle's bedroom, and I felt like I was. The only one that saw that. I quickly looked straight up. I held onto my brother's the back of his shirt. I just held onto it and just kept walking. I just picked up my pace. We got to the bedroom where we were originally going. We looked in there, called for my aunt's boyfriend. He was not there. We even checked the closet. Why would he take a phone call in the closet, I don't know, He's just look. He was there. So we turned around and we had to pass that bedroom again. Out of curiosity, I picked back in. There was nothing. After looking through that bedroom, we also looked in the bathroom. We looked at my grandparents room. My aunt's boyfriend was nowhere to be found. In bedrooms. We're all confused because where would he take the phone call. If he's not in the bedrooms, it must be a very important call. So we thought he might be in the basement, which was the only room left besides the attic. The attic is just full of storage. I don't even think we could make it up there, and I dare not open that attic door. So we went back to the kitchen. We regrouped and we're like, well, I'm just going to go to the basement. We turned to the basement. The door is always shut. Nobody really goes in the basement for any reason, and if we do, it's groups. So when we went down to the basement, we also went in a single file line. My uncle, my brother, me and my aunt decided to stay on top of the stairs. Midway down that cold metal stairs, we all had. Looked at each other and then looked back down. There was a dark, smoky shadow pacing back and forth. There was the wall ahead of us that hinders the full body of that shadow. And we saw that shadow through the sunlight beaming from the window. My uncle called out, Josh, is that you are you done with your call? And there was there's no response, but that shadow stopped midway of its pace and noticed us and knows where there and it knows that we saw it. We immediately looked at each other again, like did you see that kind of glance? My uncle and my brother they ran past me, pushed me, ran up the stairs, and right wind they were about to get up to the stairs, the door from the backyard opened and Josh came from the back and he's like, what are you guys doing? So, as I was the last one up the stairs, I slammed the door shut and I was confused. I'm like, where did you come from? He said it was in the backyard on the phone the whole time. My aunt was confused. I'm confused. They're all confused and scared. That was one of the most very situation we've ever put ourselves in. We didn't tell Josh what happened. We just said, let's just go back. So we just huddled in the other room, you know, and try to keep our mind off what we just saw. And we don't talk about that anymore. We don't bring it up. It's just those situations. There's stories from my brother as well. So one time he was in the bathroom. He was on his PSP and he was playing. Well, he's doing his business. He said, there was like some sort of chilly cold wind blowing at him from the bathtub in front of him. And we have no windows in there. So he looked up and the curtains were waving like wind was blowing at it slightly. He didn't think nothing of it, went back to playing his game, and then he can hear the shower currents, the metal rods on top slowly moving to the right. Quickly he saw like a shadow peak, like a shadow of a head peeked out. He got scared. He ran out. He told us like, I think there's someone in the bathtub. I think someone's in the bathtub. My mom went to check it out. There was no one there, So now the next kids, we never used the bathroom with the door clos Ever. Again, there was a friend of my uncle that actually did experience something as well. Not my uncle, not my aunt, not my grandparent's. But a friend. I feel like just outsiders, like it makes us feel crazy, Like the people that live there don't see it, don't feel it, but outsiders come in. Oh, there goes all these experiences. So this story with my uncle's friend was when they had a little get together in the basement. He found a strand of hair in the corner. When he went to pick up a ball that they were playing. He picked up the piece. Of hair and he said, who has blonde hair? My whole entire family, we all have black hair. Nobody has blonde hair, not even a dyed blonde hair. He said, okay, I guess this is random blonde hair. He tossed it in trash and they continue playing their games. Eventually, night fell, they decided to pack everything up downstairs. My uncle and his friend were the last one cleaning. His friend said, before they went upstairs, he keeps feeling like a hand. Over his shoulder, like a patting, like a little tap. Would you do with your fingers, and everywhere he would go in the house, every so often he would feel like a little tap, like a pet. And he said that only happened after he picked up that piece of hair, and that only happens when he's in the house. He said that he felt like that hair belongs to something and not one of us. I don't know what he experienced, but he says he would never come to the house again. Anytime they hang out, they would hang out at his house. My culture, we believe in the paranormal. My mother she always had like this sixth sense. She always felt like my house, like something was wrong with it, like there's an energy in there. And I believe her sixth sense because every time she says she feels something, oh, oh my goodness, I get goosebumps. I believe in ghosts since I feel like since I gained consciousness, and I always feel like I don't know mind and see ghosts. I wouldn't mind. To see girls, but this felt way more than just a ghost. We don't know what it is, but I always feel like that entity is what makes us feel like we are always watched, especially as kids. And my mom was the only one that believes it. No other adults are like, oh, it's probably just your imagination. It's not like it was harmful. It was just there as to like play or tease scars. Thank you Chelsea and Rebecca for sharing your stories with us. Have you ever seen a shadow figure? We get these stories about sleep paralysis and dark figures at rome at night, but what do you think they are? So experienced sleep paralysis one time and I didn't get to see anything, like no dark shadows, no nothing. But when I think back on it, it was a pretty eerie scenario. I remember it was around four in the morning, four or five, and I was in a dorm room actually, and I had the TV on and it was in one of those static channels. Back then the TV also had like it actually had static, like the black and white little dots. I clearly remember waking up looking up at the TV, not being able to move my arms or my body turn over or anything. It's all I wanted to do was shut off that because it was making that sound, that like sound. But that was that. I couldn't think of anything else. I went eventually just fell back asleep and that was it. So didn't get to see anything. Else, I just closed my eyes and I just kind of waited for the rest of my body to follow along and knock out. But anyway, let me know if you have ever experienced anything like that. And in that second story though, does that remind you, this is the one that Rebecca shared, does that remind you of any family member's house, a place that you absolutely will not visit, will not go to, maybe a room in a certain house. Because when people ask me if I believe in the paranormal and ghosts and anything like that that exists, I always counter with a question about is there a place something that terrifies them, like Ashley scares them? Would they ever play with Luiji board? Would they ever I don't know, joke around with something that they shouldn't And the mood kind of changes because they say, yeah, there's this room where I would not go to, or no, I would not walk through a cemetery at night. And when you ask them why, they're just like, I don't know, because I'm scared. It's like scared of what? So does that make them believers in the paranormal? It's interesting to think about, right, but also very fun just the question throwing it out there if there's this place out there that you will absolutely not visit, let me know in the comments over on Spotify. Speaking of comments here, we have a few that we got from our last episode, Generations of Fear. Let me see from Potato. These remind me of how my dad passed away recently, and I feel like he's still around sounds I see him. It's weird but cool. Yeah, I mean, I can definitely relate to that feel o where certain things, certain signs kind of show up over and over when someone's passes, and I mean it is a little eerie and it's kind of I don't know, it's very strange sensation. Thanks for the comment. By the way, Shy DJ Underscore says, love this podcast. Thank you, Di Gomez eighty ninety seven, love the show. Your show is one of my favorites. Cool. Glad to be on the list. Leelac Lilac, I'm so glad she took Kirch and Chilla listening from Portland, Oregon. Hey greeting a shout out over there to Portland. I was there a couple of years ago. Really cool, but I was only there for a weekend. I feel like I missed out on a lot. Thanks for that comment. Blanca Coronas has a great story. Miss you in the other scary story. You know what, Yes, thank you, by the way. Thank you. It's been a little bit. It's been a little while. I have to update you guys on a bunch of things that are happening, not anything bad particular, actually really good things. But it has taken a lot of time, so I'll keep you guys pose it on all of that. By the way, you can kind of see some of these updates and behind the scenes kind of things if you follow me on Instagram Edwin Cove edw I see ov you might be able to catch a few things, a few of the reasons why all these things are happening. Obviously, I don't want to miss any of the other episodes, but this is why it happens. But yeah, keep up there, keep up with with all that background stuff with me on Instagram. And sorry, I'm taking back literally, I'm working on my scripts right now to get back into the flow of everything. Peyton says, yeah, enjoying the multiple story time. I'm glad. I'm glad you like them, the multiple stories popping up her episode. Let me know if anyone else agrees here if that's cool, let me see we have some other We have a couple more comments that need review. Lily Perfecto says, hello, love all your shows. Are you no longer doing episodes for the Paranormal Club? Yes, actually I am, but I don't know if you can tell right now with my voice. I've been a little sick. And if I laugh, which I normally do, you hear this like weird spinny hissy thing, I don't know how to describe it. It's like hiss. It's really strange. It's really strange. I'm getting checked out. But I don't want to come up with that in the in the recording, like its gonna be so awkward. But it's happened recently. By the way, I haven't been sick with that long. But yeah, I'm bringing all these episodes back. Thank you so much for your patience with everything else, by the way, yeah, and as all I got for this episode, which by the way, was edited and sound designed by Sarah Borhez Windel a VW sound additional production by me Edwin Kovarujez and the Scary FM team. If you have a story that you want to share with us, here the rest of the community at true scary Story. Go to true scary story dot com, fill out the form. We'll get back to you there and that's it. Then I if it's the show, we'll put it on and we'll set a time for us to record, and that's it. We do it through like kind of like a zoom without the video. It's kind of like an audio recording. We do have a video option, but you know, lagging video and everything really gets in a way. But we can try. We can try anyway. Thank you very much for listening. Keep it scary everyone, See you soon.