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Today on Real Ghost Stories Online, who was the man haunting their home?

Was it the spirit of a man who died near the property 50 years ago?

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Kathy, how's it going today?

Well, hey, I'm just going to go out on a limb and say, yep, it was him.

It was the guy that died 50 years ago.

Absolutely.

I haven't known the story yet, but just from that little...

It sounds plausible already.

Yes.

Because who else could it be?

I don't know.

It's possible.

It's definitely possible.

I love a good haunted house story.

I do.

And this is a good haunted house story.

Oh, good.

Although I don't want it to happen to me.

It's like I'd rather hear the haunted house stories than live through the haunted house

stories.

What about you, the other night?

On my piano, I have a couple pictures, and one of them is a picture of our dad.

And I go into that room.

It's a front room.

It's like the formal front room that nobody sits in.

I bought a couple chairs that nobody's ever sat in.

I don't think, well, my cats, but outside of that, nobody ever sits in them.

Well, that's because you have that really nice big room on the back that they had.

Exactly.

So I actually have a living room.

So I walk into that front room, and that picture of dad is turned sideways.

Oh.

Well, you have cats.

I know.

And I'm like, freaky.

Oh, cats.

So I think, you know, a lot of things that happen in my house, it's like easier.

I can blame it on a cat.

I don't want to live in a haunted house.

There you go.

But I do think I do think it was the cats because it's moth season.

It seems to never be going away all summer and spring, spring now.

They just continually chase them.

Yeah.

But I thought about you because you have that problem in your house with pictures turning,

but you don't have a cat.

No cats.

No cats in my mind.

Which is why I think you need to get one.

It would just make it less creepy than you just go the darn cat.

You know, it is interesting to look back at the places that you've lived that have been

haunted.

And there oftentimes is that story about somebody died.

We were just having this conversation the other day.

Well, it was the other evening with my brother and my mom and my sister-in-law on

Mother's Day.

We were talking about the old house that we lived in and so forth.

And there had been the story around that people had told us that someone in the house

had died of a poisoning.

And that they always thought that that was what haunted the house was this man who had

died.

It had been a boarding house and there was some story that he died because the food was

poisoned or something.

So it was this story about him.

So I always think it's interesting like in this one today where we're hearing about somebody

that had died it on the property, you know, 50 years ago or whatever.

So I'm anxious to hear exactly what this is all about.

So let's dive in.

It says, it is very hard to write about this as it scares me to talk or even think about

it.

But I can get a better perspective on it if I share my story.

That's pretty bad.

If you don't even like to talk about it or think about it.

Yeah, but I like the idea that maybe getting this out will be of some help.

Well, and like we've talked in other episodes, sometimes it's just validating.

When you hear the story told and people aren't like judging you or going, oh, you crazy.

But yeah, or they're saying, yeah, something similar happened to me.

I get it.

So 15 years ago, my parents built their dream home in a very rural part of Michigan on a

wooden lot with a small pond on it.

My parents' house is set far from the main road by a long winding dirt driveway that passes

very close to the pond.

One night shortly after we moved in, I was in a deep sleep in my bed when I heard a deep

male voice yell, help right in my ear as if someone's mouth was inches from my ear and

they yelled in pain.

I instantly shot up, wide awake, looked around my room, expecting to see a family member

standing there needing something.

And to my surprise, my room was empty.

The door was closed.

This happened almost every other night.

I would be sound asleep and be suddenly jolted out of bed by a loud, sharp yell.

I found this odd and scary, but attributed it to being my imagination or maybe a dream

I just didn't know.

About a month after continually waking up, I was asleep and heard the yell, but this time

it sounded somewhat different.

It was typically a yell for help or would sometimes yell, hey, just to get your attention.

It was always a distinct word though, but this time it was more of a growl, a loud drawn

out grunt, inches from my ear.

That spooky.

That is really spooky.

I awoke to see a dark shadowy figure kneeling in the corner of my bedroom.

His arms were hugged around itself and it swayed back and forth slightly as if cold

or scared.

I felt the blood drain from my head, instantly lightheaded and terrified.

It was hard to breathe.

I think it's interesting a lot of times.

It's usually in a corner.

People will see something in their room and they always say it's in a corner of their

room.

Yeah.

Yeah.

We heard that a lot.

Or sometimes in the doorway if the doors open.

Atmosphere in my darkened bedroom was thick and heavy as if the air around me was crushing

in on my body.

The figure huddled there for only a handful of seconds before untangling itself and

slithering out of my bed.

I don't like the word slithering.

Oh, oh, no.

You're right.

The word slithering right there.

Is it in connection with snakes or in this case ghosts?

Oh, normal.

Anything that slithers, I'm out.

It untangled itself.

I don't like that.

And slithering out of my bedroom door, which was slightly ajar and went into the dark hallway.

Oh, I instantly started screaming, crying and throwing up.

That's terrible.

You are terrified when you start throwing up.

Oh, yeah.

My mom ran into my room and was sure it was only a dream.

And then I was probably getting sick with some kind of flu.

And that would explain what had happened.

I was not ill.

The next morning I felt perfectly fine except for the lingering terror from the night before

that it was impossible to shake.

I could only imagine.

That's all you could think about.

Slithering.

Slithering something slithering out of your bedroom.

I can't do slithering.

Here is where the pond on my parents' property comes into play.

I used to walk my dog for miles around the rural dirt roads and farms surrounding my parents'

house.

During my walks, I frequently would stop and talk to the same elderly man who would always

be out in his garden.

One day I stopped to chat with him as usual and explained where I lived.

His eyes lit up a bit when I mentioned the pond in winding driveway and pointed in the

direction of my home.

He recognized the land immediately.

And he said, you're in the new house they built on that pond where that poor soul died.

I was shocked and instantly my blood went cold.

I knew immediately that what I had seen and experienced in my room was related to what

this man was about to tell me.

He then proceeded to explain an incident that had happened in that pond 50 years before.

He and his wife had been sitting on their front porch late one night when a car flew by

with a police car chasing it about a quarter mile behind.

The couple watched as the car made a sharp turn left, swirving onto another dirt road,

appearing to cut through a cornfield and out of sight.

A few moments later the police cruiser sped by trying to catch the fleeing man.

The man in that car ended up evading the police that night and eventually they called off

the chase.

What was discovered later is that in his attempt to flee the man and sped down a winding dirt

path and into a dark overgrown field and had accidentally driven straight into a deep pond.

The man unable to free himself from the sinking car had drowned that night.

His body wasn't discovered until sometime later when someone happened across the pond

and noticed something strange sunk into the water and muck.

It appeared to be the roof of a car.

They pulled the wrecked car from the muck and trapped inside was a man's lifeless body

he was dead.

I am convinced that the shadow figure I saw in my room that night and the male voice that

would yell for help or growl in my ear was him.

I never saw the figure again but would be woken up in the middle of the night constantly

either by a single loud shout or just waking in a panic.

My sister had also told me that she had been awoken by something she thinks was someone

shouting, hey, in her ear, one single loud yell.

It has only happened to her a handful of times though.

So my mother was woken from a deep sleep by what she thought was an intruder hitting

in her in the face.

She said she was sound asleep when she felt a hand smack her, a very hard whack across

her mouth.

She bolted up to find nobody else in her room.

Wow.

That's powerful stuff.

The next morning she went to my sister and me and asked if we had been in a room and

if we had done that, of course we hadn't.

We would never do something like that, but it reminded me of how I had been awakened

so many times before, never by being hit, but with tremendous force nonetheless.

Over the years, incidents of being woken up have slowed greatly and will only happen

maybe once a year, but I also moved into my own home long ago and don't stay overnight

at my parents' house often anymore.

I just wonder if all these years later, I should do something to get this ghost to

leave.

Should I acknowledge out loud to the spirit that I know what happened and I can't help

him and I'm sorry for the horrible way he died or do I never address him?

Is it best to act as if nothing happened?

I don't want things to start happening with the frequency they used to when I was younger

or worse start happening in my own home.

Whatever's going on in my parents' house is something I think about often and it still

gives me feelings of dread.

Thanks so much, all the best.

What do you think?

Well, are the parents still experiencing things?

That is not mentioned because that's what I, if they, it makes me think yes because the

way, let me scroll back up here because the way it says, over the years, the incidents

of being woken up have greatly slowed and will only happen maybe once a year.

So I don't know, that could be to her.

It's only happening maybe once a year or is that what she's telling him.

Yeah.

You know, she's not necessarily telling them that it's every time it happens.

Yeah.

Or it could still be, it makes me think it's still happening to the parents because you

know, this person here, she, I'm not sure the way they're describing that makes me

think that, well, it's still going on because they're still worried about it.

Like do I do anything about this?

Yeah.

So my guess is it still happens just not at the frequency it happened before.

So do you just know, we're doing better, it's still happening or?

And I'm wondering like, why were the police chasing him to begin with?

Was there some backstory there?

I mean, if the police are chasing you, it's never for good cause.

I wouldn't think so.

But whatever it was, he did not deserve to end up dying in the car, which had to

been quite a horrific thing to go through.

I don't even like thinking about that.

And no matter what he did, he didn't deserve that.

So I think he's just not at peace.

So I don't know if you can help that entity, that spirit find peace.

It would be nice, you know, and I've heard of people acknowledging it.

We hear that all the time.

It's like you can't do this, you know, you need to move on.

They say that there is some peace after they acknowledge it or they say, you know, they

might say, you know, I'm a child of God or, you know, if they believe in God, if, you

know, things like that seem to kind of, or just, or just get mad and say, you have got

to leave me alone.

Right.

This is our house.

We live here.

But it makes me think the two are definitely connected.

Oh, I think so too.

Because it seems like a very tortured spirit and it's trying to get their attention.

Obviously, but it's not doing it in a kind way, which makes me think that the person

wasn't a super kind, good person, maybe in life.

You know, and I know exactly what they're talking about when they say that you're woken up,

like you're asleep, but then something talks to you, yells at you outside of your body.

Yeah.

And it wakes you up.

It happened to me three or maybe, you know, last week where I was asleep and I heard

somebody say my name really loudly.

It was a woman, which is unusual.

I don't often hear women, but a woman said my name really loud and something about helping

them.

You know, and it scared me so bad.

I just sat straight up and I was shaking and I thought my daughter, she was out of the

country at the time.

And I thought, oh my God, there's something wrong with my daughter, you know, and I'm just

shaking and thinking, is it that?

Is it?

And, you know, I, nothing came of that that I know, but I get the feeling the next day.

I just had this weird lingering feeling that I had been, somebody had tried to connect

with me or tell me something and it was just a weird feeling.

And so I think that's what they're talking about when they're talking about this, you

know, waking you up and then it doesn't just go away.

It just hangs on you, but your daughter was fine.

So it's fine.

Yeah.

No worry.

Everybody.

Back to the country safely.

Yeah.

She was in Panama.

She's fine.

It's all good to go.

Where it is angry, like to whack the mom.

Oh my gosh.

Yeah.

I can't even imagine that.

That was really something.

One more thing to be scared about as you're falling asleep at night.

I hope something doesn't whack me in the face.

But I think it would be worth a try, don't you?

I don't think you have anything to lose.

You know, can you piss it off anymore?

You know, it seems to be pretty angry.

But I think maybe by acknowledging it and saying, look, you have got to move on.

You're not at peace.

You know, if you move on, you could find peace, but, you know, terrorizing us.

That is not how you want to spend eternity.

That's right.

That's what the approach I would take.

I think that's, I think that I would too.

Because like you said, what do you have to lose?

Exactly.

What you have to lose is something slithering around in the house.

Slithering is not a good word.

Slither.

Oh, my gosh, when you said that, I've all lipped over.

I knew.

I knew when I said slithering, you would not like that.

I'm just going to, I'm just like now on from time to time.

I'm just going to throw slithering into his face, and you'll hear me go, oh, no.

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Good night, Kathy.

Good night, Carol.