Spooky Weather
Relaxed, thoughtful storytelling and analysis of all things spooky and paranormal. The stories are purported to be true; their interpretation is up to me and you.
Spooky Weather
Ghosts, Weird Vibes, and Why I Ran Out of That Party
An unexplained encounter from my college days involving a mysterious woman and her "haunted" house
• Met a 27-year-old woman at college when I was 19 who claimed to live in a haunted house
• The woman and her strangely detached mother
• Discovered many surprises when attending her house party
* Witnessed supernatural goings on
• Felt increasingly uncomfortable with the host's strange behavior and suggestions
• A strange disappearance
• Still questioning whether people were playing roles or what their true intentions were
• The supernatural elements may have been less unsettling than the people themselves
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Unusual stories that can implode our sense of security as to what the true nature of reality is or who people really are. These are the stories that are my favorite. This is my story, and I feel that me telling one of my own personal experiences will give me a little skin in the game, that I'm not just some clown sitting back and laughing because I think everything is funny, though I may start laughing on this one too. This story goes back many years ago when I was in college. I was a young man I was approximately 19 years old when I should have been paying more attention to book learning. I was off doing all kinds of crazy things, and one of the craziest things I was into was women. See, that made me sputter, but you know I love women. Women are wonderful, but just pursuing them is always a little crazy.
Speaker 1:And while I was at the college, I met a young woman, though she was older than me I was about 19. She was about 27. I've always been interested in older women. Maybe I have a mommy fetish, I don't care. What do I care? Mommy needs love too.
Speaker 1:Okay, but at the time 27, when I was 19, was old enough, and I found her very intriguing. I found her figure very intriguing and she certainly took a shine to me which, as a young fellow, really boosted my ego. Not that it needed boosting, I was so full of myself it was ridiculous. But she added another layer of ego on me and we used to sit every day in the lounge at the college. I was sipping my orange pico tea, she was drinking a soda, tugging at her shirt to make sure it tightened the outline of her wonderful body and I was just, you know, thrilled at her company. And she began to tell me about how the house she lived in was haunted. Now, at the time I was an atheist. I didn't believe in God, the devil spirits, anything. I had been religious or spiritual when I was a youth, but I had put that all aside. But I had put that all aside, but because she was so interesting to my young male libido, I tolerated her stories and I listened raptly, hanging on every word. And of course the story seemed rather typical she hears footsteps in the house, she hears disembodied voices and she's very upset about it. But when she said she was upset, she didn't seem upset. Do you know what I mean? She said it was terrible what she was going through, but she wasn't breaking down. She didn't look like she was on her last nerve. She seemed a little bored by the whole affair and I noted that and I thought, well, maybe she's just lying to have something to talk about and she thinks, for whatever reason. I'm interested in this and I let it go, wanting, you know, the opportunity to see her again. And every day she came down to the lounge and we would talk and this went on for months. Never went out on a date. Well, we went with friends a couple of times out for coffee or whatever, but I wasn't trying to seal the deal.
Speaker 1:I had many opportunities with young or older ladies in those days and, you know, for whatever reason maybe it was her ghost stories I was a little put off. I thought, you know, seems high maintenance. Her mother seemed to attend the college as well. She was a woman in her 50s. She didn't really talk much. She would come to the lounge and sit there, but she wouldn't even talk to her own daughter. She would just sit at the table next to us, or sometimes a table over, and dig through her purse or look at her book and really didn't say a word to anyone.
Speaker 1:The mother was always well-dressed, well-dressed, very sharply dressed, and the daughter who I was somewhat pursuing was always dressed down. And perhaps that's because she had her leg in a cast as well, this young woman, even though at the time older than me, she was walking around with a cast on her leg and she had crutches. I forget what she said she had done to cause this injury, but it was. You know, something I didn't think too much about, except now I think. Well, maybe that's why she dressed down With the cast and the crutches she really wasn't capable of dressing up, but you know, the aura she had was not of a woman who dressed up anyway. She seemed a little tomboyish. But it was funny that her and her mother didn't really interact, even though the young woman introduced the lady as her mother and that they dressed completely different and seemed to have completely different attitudes towards life and everything else. There was no talking to the mother about the haunted house that they lived in. The mother was so standoffish I couldn't have comfortably said hey, ma, tell me about the haunted house.
Speaker 1:Well, moving forward in the story, this went on for months, not really going anywhere romantically, but for whatever reason, one weekend I wound up at this young lady's house. A couple of friends of mine went over to her house because she said she was having a party. You know it was a very relaxed affair, she said, but we were all eager to see the haunted house. So we arrived at their house and it was a working-class neighborhood, nothing too extravagant, you know. It was a clean area but nothing too flashy. And we went in and greeted the young lady and there was a couple of other people already there and the first surprise I got was that the young woman's leg was out of the cast and she was walking around just fine. I asked her what happened and she said with a shrug well, it was time for it to come off. But she was getting around very well as if she had never had an injury at all. And I'm talking to her about that, her miraculous recovery.
Speaker 1:And then a gentleman showed up, a man. I never will forget how he looked. He was sandy, brown-blonde hair with a mustache that looked like it came out of the Old West, and he was very happy and smiling and very friendly, did not give off any sort of aggressive vibe. He was about 28 as well, and the young lady introduced him as her husband, which, as you can imagine, took me aback. I had no idea she was married and, you know, whatever possibility I thought might potentially exist between her and I immediately evaporated. My 19-year-old heart sunk Because even then, at that age, I was no homewrecker and, you know, really getting involved in a marriage was not something I planned on doing.
Speaker 1:So while I'm standing there talking to my now not-potential girlfriend and her husband, I begin thinking about all the stories she told me about the house and I start looking around. The house seemed pretty normal, nothing extravagant these were. These did not appear to be wealthy people by any means, but it was clean. There was, you know, a couch, a coffee table, and there were four or five large pictures on the wall that depicted floral scenes, landscapes. Looked like they were bought from Sears, so they didn't seem to be valuable. But you know, they were doing the best they could do, and while I'm standing there just gazing, I've stopped. You know, time has stopped for me. She's told me she's married and this is the friendliest guy I've ever seen in my life. And now I'm saying well, I need to inspect the haunted house.
Speaker 1:So I just stood there observing everything in the house just taking a good look and seeing if I felt anything. And I didn't believe in God or spirits or anything else at that time, so naturally I didn't feel anything. I was left cold. But I've always been very sensitive to how I feel about a situation. With anybody I meet or any situation I get in. I have to have the right feel for me to engage. So that's what I'm doing.
Speaker 1:I'm looking around and as I'm standing there looking around, one of the paintings on the wall shifted in a very obvious way. It shifted on the wall. It's like whatever nail that painting was hanging on and it was in a frame. The cord went slack on one end and the painting shifted and was kind of rattled against the wall. And I'm standing there looking at that and the girl she said see, see. And I laughed nervously and I said well, that doesn't prove anything except a nail was loose. And as soon as I said that, the next painting on the wall shifted in the exact same way and I'm stunned. And at the same time a couple of papers that were on a table flitted off the table by themselves and landed on the floor. So now I'm really stunned, I'm speechless.
Speaker 1:And again the girl says see, see, now I didn't say anything, I didn't know what to say. I was 19, and even though I could talk a lot at 19, I didn't have anything to say at this moment. Just a chill ran up my spine. She put her hand on my shoulder and she come on, let's go out back. And she took my hand and led me like a baby, because I was so stunned. She led me like a baby out the back door into their backyard and there were lawn chairs and they had a barbecue pit set up and everyone else milled around outside as well. You know, there was probably 10 people there and we sat down in lawn chairs and the marijuana came out. And I don't smoke marijuana, not because I am against it, just I was never into it. But I did take a few puffs trying to relax.
Speaker 1:And so I'm sitting there in the lawn chair, everyone's got drinks, the joints are being passed around and the girl sits beside me and we start talking. Girl sits beside me and we start talking and the first thing I said to her wasn't about the haunted house that she lived in. I said you didn't tell me you were married. And she said oh, I didn't think it was important. And my husband likes you a lot, he told me he likes you a lot and I'm sitting there thinking I just met him. He's either really strange to say something like that or she's lying to me. And that kind of gave me the creeps Because there seemed to be some sort of implication behind the surface of her words. And the husband came over and he starts talking to us and we start talking about the haunted house. And he is, he is a friendly guy and he's just taking the haunted house he lives in as no big deal, he's learned to live with it, nothing to get worried about. And he tells me also that he really likes me. Well, now my radar has gone off.
Speaker 1:This was all getting very strange. There was something really not right about this couple, about the house, just the whole situation. Now, back in these times because these days, polyramory I can't even say it. Polyramory, I can't even say it. Grammary, polyamory, I can't even say it Having multiple partners and living, you know, a swinger type life is more accepted in many circles these days. So back then this is several years back this was a little more shocking, but this was the conclusion I was coming to, that they had an open marriage and that he liked me was a good deal, so that you know for her, because that meant he had given the okay for her to sleep with me, and even though many young men might jump at that opportunity, I was just really creeped out. I didn't like the scenario at all.
Speaker 1:And about that time the mother got home, she lived there too. She lived there with her daughter and husband, I suppose, and just like at the college, she didn't say a word to anyone. It was as if she were a stranger in her own house. And again, she was very well dressed, very well mannered, but very distant. And after saying a couple of perfunctory hellos, she booked it to her bedroom and shut the door.
Speaker 1:Now, as I'm sitting out there in the lawn chair with this woman, this girl trying to hold my hand, her husband smiling at me, talking his friendly gibberish, thinking about the paintings moving in the house on their own, I suddenly said I need to get out of here. This is not the right place for me. I know when I'm over my head, and I was only 19, and I was getting the idea that I was over my head. That's why I have survived well beyond 19 years old. That's a hint for young people out there. If you're in your 20s, if you feel like you're over your head, it's time to go. That might be good advice for other people of all ages, but especially if you're in your teens or twenties, if you start to really feel like things are moving at a pace and in a direction that you really don't understand at all, it's time to go, and maybe you'll live to middle age, like I am.
Speaker 1:So I told this woman that I have to go and it's been very wonderful meeting your husband and your haunted house and smoking your joint, but I have to leave. And she reached out and grabbed me by the arm and said don't go, stay. She reached out and grabbed me by the arm and said don't go, stay, we can go to a back room and you can calm down and we can talk together like we do at school. You know, I guess she wants to be in a room alone with me, with her husband and other people present. And uh, I said no, I feel sick, which was the truth. I said we will talk at school, I've got to go.
Speaker 1:So I got up from the lawn chair and marched inside the house and as I walked in in, I saw that the paintings were hanging straight again. I had seen nobody. Nobody had straightened them while we were in the house after they had originally went crooked on the wall scraping. I remember hearing the frame scrape the wall when that happened, and when it happened, no one really seemed at least the members of the household seemed to care that furniture was shifting on the walls. Then we had all gone outside and now the paintings are made right and I'm standing there while she's grabbed me by the arm, still trying to coax me into staying. And that's what I'm focused on, not her arm or anything else. I'm just looking at those paintings. And as I'm looking at those paintings, one of them goes crooked again. Can you hear it scraping the wall? Can you hear it? Can you hear that scraping the wall? Can you hear it? Can you hear that Is? The painting shifts.
Speaker 1:And she said something like oh, more of this, like with a yawn, like it's no big deal. And I said I have to go. And I did. I left. I told my friends that I'd come with. If you want to stay, stay, but I'm leaving. They decided to stay and I got in my car and I left. You know, again, as supernatural stories go, this isn't that fantastical. I'm not talking about getting abducted by, you know, an alien. I'm not talking about finding ectoplasm. I'm not talking about a ghost coming and talking to me, you know, showing up. No, no, no, I saw no apparition. But I did see things moving on their own and, uh, I was surrounded by a couple of people that were really creeping me out and I got in my car and I left.
Speaker 1:The next week, uh, at school, the young woman wasn't there. It's the first day she had missed in months Now. I didn't have any classes with her, but she was always in the lounge at the college, but she wasn't that day. Nor did her mother show up, her distant, well-dressed mother up, her distant, well-dressed mother. And whatever it was I wanted to say to them about this encounter, I guess I would have to wait till the next day.
Speaker 1:The next day came, they didn't show up again. The whole week went by and they didn't show up. Then half of the next week went by without them showing up and I asked around. I said have you seen so-and-so, have you seen so? No, no, nobody's seen them. And that's when I realized that nobody else really knew them that well that the young woman. Because see, when you're young, this dawns on you slowly.
Speaker 1:The young woman was mainly talking to me and those friends that went to the party her party with me. They were mainly with me. They weren't really friends with her. Her whole focus had always been on me. Oh, that's flattering, isn't? It's wonderful. I'm just such a star among men, among 19-year-old boys. Well, I'm sure, when I was 19, I wanted to think that.
Speaker 1:But then I started thinking why does nobody know them but me? And when I start talking to people about them, saying where are they? They barely seem to know them. They hadn't talked to anyone else, just me, just me. I. I remembered where they lived and out of curiosity, I drove over to the house and if I saw her, if she was home, I was just going to say you know, I was worried about you, haven't seen you in a few days, wanted to make sure you guys are all right.
Speaker 1:I go up to the home. There's no curtains on the window. I knock, nobody answers. I knock again, nobody answers. And I look inside because there's no curtains and there's not a stitch of furniture in the house, no paintings on the wall, nothing. I stood there and tried to feel it out. There was no. I could feel no one. I could not feel their presence. I felt like they had picked up and left suddenly. And it had to be suddenly, because this is only about nine or ten days after the party Gone. It's like they never existed.
Speaker 1:And after a couple of more weeks went by, nobody at the college remembered them at all. They had only barely remembered them because I was talking to them, even the people I went to the party to. I said what went on after the party or after I left the party, and you know they said, oh, it was no big deal. You know, they smoked a few joints, stayed for another 45 minutes and then, you know, they left on foot because I had driven. They weren't friends with these people. They knew nothing about them either. When they left the party, they knew even less. All they knew was, yeah, they saw the painting shift on the wall and yeah, that was weird man. But who are those people? Where did they go? They didn't know.
Speaker 1:So life goes on and as a young man, I'm wondering about this. I'm wondering about this situation. Who were these people? Who were they really? They didn't look like they were part of any cult. They looked like average lower middle class people, except the mother seemed to always have the money and the time to dress extremely well, and I always thought, though, that it almost seemed like they were playing parts. There was something about the whole thing. I'm not even sure that girl needed a cast on her leg. I'm not even sure if they were ever enrolled in any classes. I can't even determine if the older well-dressed woman was a mother or a manager, to be honest with you, and I often wonder if these were some kind of traffickers or someone recruiting for some kind of cult or something, and they thought they had found someone. But that doesn't really. It just doesn't make sense.
Speaker 1:None of it made sense, and I, again, I haven't thought about this, for, you know, two decades I haven't thought about this, but doing this podcast brought that memory back, and today I have more questions about it than I ever had then, because, you know, when you're 19, you know, I'm sure I saw some new, pretty, pretty girl and got interested in her and forgot all about the situation. You know, life's beautiful, you're 19, right, and sure enough I did. I met a girl that I was with for about four or five years, but doing this podcast has brought that memory, all those memories, back. Were they suppressed memories? I don't think so, but for whatever reason that they were dug out of my subconscious. These were strange people and, uh, I don't know what was stranger the supernatural activity or their other activities, whatever they were but everything about them seemed to be acted and they seemed a little bored with their roles that they seemed to be playing.
Speaker 1:I could be wrong. I still don't understand the whole situation and I probably won't think too much more about it, because I don't have enough information to ever solve the question of what was really happening, the question of what was really happening, except that there was, you know, there was a preternatural, supernatural, paranormal angle to it. You know, if you feel comfortable with paintings flying off your wall, if you're that kind of person, whatever kind of person that is, maybe you're the kind of person that will have paintings fly off your wall. Do you follow me? If you're a person comfortable with paintings flying off the wall, then maybe you'll get paintings flying off the wall. Do I have to say it again? I'm not Just something for you to think about.
Speaker 1:It is a true story or true enough, as true as I can remember it. I hope you've enjoyed it. I wanted to put a little skin in the game so that you know I'm not just laughing at everyone who encounters something strange. That's all I can do is laugh. Okay, I laugh at life. The whole world seems to have gone mad and, you know, everything seems to be set up to make you a fool, and that was definitely a situation in my youth where I suddenly felt I was being set up To be made a huge fool of, not only by the supernatural, but by some very real flesh and blood people that who knows who they were and what they were doing. Very creepy, the whole thing is very creepy. And that's my story. I hope you enjoyed it. I hope you get something out of it to think about and feel about and try to sort life out in these crazy times.
Speaker 1:This has been a half episode. My plan plan, if I continue doing this podcast is to do about two or three full episodes a month and a half episode for people who don't have an hour to listen. Thank you for listening to me. If you know somebody that you think would like this podcast or like me. Please tell them. Word of mouth is king again, not search engines. We all know how screwed up they can be. So I've been a friend to you. Please be a friend to me and tell somebody if you think they would enjoy this. Please be a friend to me and tell somebody if you think they would enjoy this. I will talk to you next time. You take care of yourself out there. You are worthwhile, no matter what anybody says to you, no matter what any ghost says to you. Boo-bye, boo-bye, boo-bye.
