Thank you for joining me and welcome. I'm your host, Nick Ryan. Tonight's episode is brought to you by my newest supporters, Maury, Natasha, Karen, Stephanie, Jen, and Daniel. Thank you for making the show possible. Our first experience of the night comes to us from Daphne. And Daphne's story is called, Strange Daylight.
Daphne says. Hi Nick, I found your podcast a few weeks ago and I enjoy hearing about everyone's experiences. I keep waiting to hear about one that was like mine, but so far nothing is like it, so I've decided to finally share it after 35 years of keeping it a secret, in the hopes of someone else being able to relate something that was similar.
It was roughly 1989 when I was around 15 or so in a small coastal town in Newfoundland, Canada. Our house sat high on a hill overlooking the rest of the harbor and was maybe a mile down past other houses where there were no streetlights until you got to our driveway.
It was total darkness between the last house and hours, and it was a pretty spooky walk alone at night. The road was very narrow and surrounded on both sides by tall spruce and evergreen trees, as well as brush. On this particular night, I was walking home, pushing my bike up the hill in the dark as usual, and I noticed that the night had gotten very still. I couldn't even hear the sounds of cars from across the harbor or the wind in the trees.
At the same time, an area all around me with a diameter of maybe 20 feet or so was lit up like it was daytime. I remember stopping in my tracks and looking up to see if there was a search and rescue chopper or something with a spotlight on me, but I never did find any source for the light. And again, there was zero sound.
The air was thick feeling, but there was no fog. It was crisp and clear. You'd think that I would have been afraid, but I just continued making my way home up the hill, and the quote-unquote daylight continued on with me until I crested the hill by our house and was in range of the streetlight.
When I got to our driveway, I turned and looked around me, and I noticed that the strange light was now gone. It was as though something had purposely lit my way home, kind of like it knew that I was scared in the dark. It only happened that one time and never again. I didn't ever tell anyone about it.
Honestly, I always feared the disbelief and the ridicule. I would love to hear any ideas about what the light could have been, or if any of your other listeners have experienced anything similar. I thank you for your time, and I appreciate your work.
Our next experience of the night comes to us from Matt, and Matt's experience is called the client's son. Matt says, Hi Nick, I'm so glad I found your podcast. It's fascinating and makes my lengthy commutes enjoyable.
These events occurred about 20 years ago when my then-fiancé and now-wife moved from Central Florida up to Destin, Florida, and this was when I took a job with a group of radio stations. My job at the radio station was to sell advertising for commercial spot times.
When we first moved to town, we rented a very nice apartment in Destin, but we started looking for houses to buy and found a rundown house in the neighboring town of Fort Walton Beach. My wife wasn't really excited about the house I found because it needed some significant TLC, but we put a little bit on it, and we wound up buying the place. The house was split level and had a massive pool in the backyard. It did take some vision, but we could see how this was going to be a great house.
Now, a few weeks before we were going to close on the house, we requested another walk-through, and were shocked to find a younger guy about 19, and a girl that was about 18 living in the house, as we had been told that it was vacant. They weren't there on the first several tours of the house that we had taken. However, our realtor assures us that they would be moved out by closing.
The closing date came, and those two were out of the house, but it was pretty evident that this was going to be a ton of work. I would go over to the house after work. I worked close to the house, while my fiancé was at the apartment. I would spend hours over at this house by myself working. I always felt somewhat uncomfortable in the bottom part of the house where there was a bathroom, a large living area, and a bedroom.
I would just get the feeling of being observed, but I chalked it up to there being no blinds or curtains on the windows, and I thought that maybe a neighbor might be looking in. As I mentioned, my job at the radio station required me to go out and meet with clients that wanted to advertise their businesses on the airwaves. When leads would come in, they would be given to whichever rep was, quote-unquote, up for a lead.
I got a lead to go and meet with a couple of business owners that ran a business out of their house, so I go to meet with the husband Anthony and the wife, Susan. The adult son was also there. We met and talked about their business and we had a great conversation. We wound up doing some business together and building a bit of a friendship, and I wound up meeting with them multiple times at their home.
Meanwhile, my wife, our dog, and I had moved into our new home. My older brother also moved in with us, and he lived on the bottom floor. It wasn't long after we moved in that weird stuff started happening, but I always thought that it was just my brother messing with me, and later he would tell me that he thought that I was messing with him. For instance, the kitchen had a bunch of cabinets, and they would all be open in the morning several times a week. All the doors would be wide open.
One instance that really got to me was when I came home from work one evening, and my childhood teddy bear, Tank, was sitting on the steps upright. Our dog, Sadie, loved to destroy stuffed animals, so I was rather annoyed that my brother would mess with Tank. Tank had been on a shelf in the top of the guest room closet, which was on the top floor in the guest bedroom.
Now Sadie wouldn't go near the stairs, and her ears were back. She was whining, and it really freaked me out, so much so that my cheeks were flushed and the hair was standing up on the back of my neck. I had never seen her act like that before. When my brother came home, I tore into him, about doing that. However, he was very confused as to what I was talking about.
I also laid into him about opening the cabinets at night. He said that he thought that I was doing that for some reason. It was then that we realized that it wasn't either of us messing with each other. That weekend, my brother had his girlfriend Jackie over at the house. They were both down in his bedroom watching TV, when the fanlight kept coming on and off, rhythmically.
I heard my brother call up to me from downstairs, and I was up in the office on the top floor. I yelled back down at him, asking what he wanted. And he said, is that you? And I said, is that me what? He wanted to know if I was messing with the fan light. But I wasn't.
The switch was on, but the light was turning on and off from the pull chain, and you could actually hear the pull chain yanking up and down by itself. Jackie then screamed and ran upstairs, and she left shortly after. My brother was freaked out.
About a week later, I got a piece of mail at my house. It was sent to my address, but the name on the envelope was that of my client from work, Anthony. I thought that was really weird that something would come to my house for him, especially since I had never told him where I lived, so I put it in my briefcase to bring to him the next time that we met.
A few days later, I set up a meeting to come by and talk to them about some business. Toward the end of our meeting, I said, oh yeah, by the way, I don't know why this happened, but I got your mail sent to my house. I pulled out the envelope and I gave it to Anthony. Susan came over to see what it was.
He looked at the address and shook his head. He said, This is your address? You live there? I then said, Yeah, why? He then opened the envelope and he hung his head. His wife asked what it was and he showed her. It was a death certificate. They both started bawling and wailing.
I was confused and not quite sure what to do or say. Their older child then came into the room to see what was going on, and they showed him and he joined in on the whaling. I just sat there. Anthony finally pulled himself together enough to tell me that this was the death certificate of their younger son. He had lived in that house, my house, with his girlfriend and best friend. He was taking college classes in Pensacola about an hour away.
One night, he left for school and forgot one of his books. He turned around and came back to the house, only to find his girlfriend and best friend getting way too friendly. He found out that they had been seeing each other behind his back. He took his own life a few days later in the bottom room of the house. My jaw dropped. I just sat there saying, I'm sorry, for about five minutes.
We then hugged, and they didn't hold any ill will toward me. I was literally the messenger. I then put two and two together. The young guy and the young woman that were in the house prior to us closing on it were the girlfriend and the best friend.
We wound up moving back to Central Florida, but my brother stayed there while the house was put back on the market. My brother said the cabinet thing kept happening, and he didn't like being there by himself, so he moved in with his girlfriend about two weeks after we had moved out. We eventually sold the house about a month after moving out of it. Love the show. Matt.
Our next experience of the night comes to us from Goulay. And this is their experience. Hi, Nick. I was scrolling through Facebook and found myself on a reel that was talking about recycled NPCs and glitches in the Matrix. However, I didn't watch the video because I instantly remembered an experience that I had fairly recently.
I was on my way to work, the same route every day, and I exit off the highway and I pull up to the light I need to turn left at. Now at this light there are usually homeless people around, and there's also usually people walking to their destination along the roads.
As I turned left at my light, I noticed a man in his early twenties, dark skin, big poofy hair with tight coily curls, black pants, white shirt, and a black jean jacket thrown over his left shoulder. He was walking in the same direction that I was driving.
Well, I drive past two lights, and before I get to another light about a quarter of a mile from where I saw the guide that I just described, I see him again, but this time he's walking in the opposite direction. Same hair, same skin tone, same white shirt, black jeans, and the same black jean jacket thrown over the exact same shoulder, and he was walking the same as the first time that I saw him.
Now, I believe this same morning was also when I experienced a car disappearing from the lane directly to my left. I'm a very cautious driver, and I keep my eyes on other vehicles to make sure they don't hit me, so it's not unusual for me to always want to know who I'm driving next to. This vehicle exited the same exit that I took for work, and then slowed down, and I didn't see them get behind me or turn onto another street, or even take a U-turn. They just disappeared from the lane.
It was a weird morning to say the least.
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Now, please stay tuned, and I'll be right back after these brief messages. Our next experience of the night comes to us from Charles C., and Charles C's experience is called Orange Lights.
If anyone is familiar with Texas, it is just east of Abilene, or two hours west, of Dallas. My family has always been nighttime sky watchers. My granddad would always go out with us and tell us to be quiet, and we would see some really cool stuff. At that time, all we saw were satellites and the occasional shooting star. This experience happened after his passing though. I want to say it was the summer of 2010 or 2011.
I was still in high school at the time, so that is where I'm getting those dates from. The first time I saw the orange lights, I was outside with my mom. I think we were just chatting, not really looking for anything. All of a sudden, I look up to the southeast, and I see a bright orange light. I tell my mom to look, and when she does, it slowly fades away. Well, then, another one pops up and fades out. There were maybe three or four of them, and I don't remember any pattern.
Well, a few weeks later we were at a family friend's house, and they lived only a block from me at the time. I think eight of us were out there when the orange lights came back. It was exactly the same thing. A light would pop up, stay for a little bit, and then it would fade away. My aunt's boyfriend at the time kept trying to say that they were just flares, but there was no way it was a flare. There was no trail going up to the light.
The next time I saw them, I was actually outside by myself maybe a few days later, and the light did the same thing. Now, what was different with this night is that I saw three little lights that looked like white stars, but they were in a triangle pattern, and they strobed. They were to the south, and they moved west to east.
I saw the orange lights a few more times, and even dated a guy who had seen them as well. I only saw them a few more times after that, and only the one light, once. The last time I saw a light was when I was pregnant with my daughter. I was leaving my mom's apartment to go home. It was pretty late, and I again looked up just long enough to see one light fade out. I rushed back in, and I told my mom, and I then left.
I do remember thinking to myself, if you are good, I would like to see more of you. However, I have never seen them again, but I am always looking. Thanks for sharing my story and for sharing all the stories. I also have a few little paranormal stories that I may share at a later time. They are just not as interesting as the lights.
Our next experience of the night comes to us from Kristin. And Kristin's story is called...
I have three experiences I would like to share that all involve the jobs that I worked at or currently work at. I will start by saying that I have worked in dangerous environments if safety is taken seriously or treated as number one. People have even passed away at both shops and have even led me to wonder if their passing has led to any of these experiences. I will start with the oldest experience, first.
I started working at my first welding job in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania in 2016. This experience I had was in 2019, on an ordinary day of work. I was toward the back corner of a very long warehouse welding, when I saw my coworker walk past me like he was on a mission. I turned around to follow him, and he walked in front of a large coil of sheet metal where I lost sight of him. I will call him Tom.
I yelled, Tom, hold on, and I walked around the coil realizing that no one was there. I looked all around for him, but Tom wasn't anywhere. This all happened in a time frame of about two minutes or less. Then I looked across the shop and cleared the other end of the building I saw Tom working. I was baffled because there was no physical way that he could have walked past me again or ran full speed through the shop back to the other end of the building.
I began to self-doubt and feel crazy that I even thought that I saw him in my work area. Now I told this story to a few of the old guys at the shop, and they both said, oh, you saw the doppelganger ghost. We have had many experiences here where we have seen someone and realized they were in another location working, and we've also had similar stories from other employees.
Sometimes he walks by as a tall man with ginger hair and beard, and we believe he is the same apparition. At that point, I was even more weird to doubt that this had happened so many times, the veteran workers at the shop call the spirit the doppelganger ghost.
I will also point out that in the cement floor in this general area, while sweeping, I uncovered very old scribes in the cement, with one having a name and date, saying, Matt S died here, May 15, 1965. The shop was an old mill then, and the same co-workers told me that there had been workers who were killed by and on machinery in the years the mill had ran. To this day, I am still baffled by the whole experience.
My second story begins at my recent job, which also has had workers die at. Both workers had passed away from heart attacks in this shop. It begins with one morning in Lawrence County, Pennsylvania at 4 a.m. The year was 2021. I had opened up the shop and began turning on the lights when I heard a man laugh. Then I heard brief and quick footsteps go around the front of a large shuttle.
I thought that it was my manager and I said loudly, hey Mike, quit messing around. I then walked over to the shuttle and I realized that nobody was there. In fact, nobody was at the shop at all. I realized this when I peered out of the large overhead doors and I was the only vehicle in the parking lot.
I got pretty freaked out and then walked away and stayed in the office until my boss arrived. I didn't tell anyone about this story until I had a second experience at this same shop. I was working late in 2022 at about 8pm and a co-worker stayed with me due to the area we worked in. He did not feel comfortable leaving a female at the shop in a bad area of town. I was fine with it because I had someone to keep me company while I worked.
My coworker left to go to the restroom, and within seconds of his return and opening the office door, we heard a loud male voice and a deep guttural yell like it was yelling out in pain, and this was coming from the back of the shop floor. My coworker looked at me and said, did you hear that?
I instantly stood up and grabbed out my knife and handed him a flashlight. I told him, well, maybe someone broke into the shop and tripped or got hurt. Due to the area that we worked in, I was bringing my EDC pocket knife, no matter what, for protection. We walked out into the shop looking around with the light and walking back to the area the yell came from.
At that point, I started to worry and thought that maybe one of our co-workers got hurt at the end of the day so badly that he was knocked unconscious and then woke up yelling out. At that point, I directed my co-worker to begin turning on overhead lights, and I did the same. Once we had all the overhead lights on, I squatted down looking under all the railcars to see if someone was hiding from us, or if we found a co-worker hurt in the shop.
While we walked around inspecting the area, I proceeded to call out and check in on all my coworkers and verified that they were all at home and safe. We walked every inch of that shop after that, and we never found anything that could have explained that guttural pained yell.
I'm glad that I didn't experience this alone, but we both chalked it up to just an unknown. It was too human to be any kind of animal, but my mind did not go to a place of wondering if it was the energy left behind from one of the workers who had had a heart attack. Either way, to this day I'm still unsure, and I don't open the shop alone anymore.
I told these experiences to a coworker who had worked at this location for 30 years. He then told me about some similar experiences that he's had with an apparition that he calls the Grey Man. When opening the shop, he snapped photos on his phone seeing a grey human-shaped figure who is sitting in the chairs at his lunch area, and he has also heard someone walking around, so at least I know I'm not totally crazy.
To add another very quick experience, I was in a long hallway of this building that is very old and creepy, but it's a quick corridor to the break room. This was late in the evening, again at about 8pm, right before I was going to go home, and the closer that I got to the break room, I began hearing a male and female voice speaking, but I couldn't make out the words. I walked into the break room, and it was silent. I was alone at the shop, but I had figured that maybe someone else was here.
Nobody was there, though. In fact, I verified it once again, and I saw no vehicles or anyone leaving from where the voices had came from. I told this story to another veteran worker who has worked ten years at this location, and he too admitted that he had heard a male and female voice talking sometimes in this same area, and that it freaks him out, because no one is there.
It amazed me to hear that others I work with have had similar experiences, and it just verifies that I'm not crazy in what I hear happening around this old building.
Anyway, this concludes my workplace experiences. I hope someone else has had similar experiences at work, and if so, I can't wait to hear about them on the podcast. Thank you so much for reading my experience, and please reach out to me if you have any questions regarding any of them. Until then, I am off to listen to old episodes on the podcast, while I am on break. Thank you, Nick, for what you do.
As I bring tonight's episode to an end, I'd like to thank Daphne, Matt, Goolay, Charlesie, and Kristen for coming forward with their experiences. And of course, if you'd like to share your paranormal encounter or learn more about supporting the show, you can find all my contact and support information in the show notes and at paranormalnistriespodcast.com.
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