Listener Stories 3

From creepy late-night encounters to things that followed people home, listeners and TikTok followers shared their personal paranormal experiences — and some of these are seriously unsettling.

Have your own story? Email me Letsgetweirdishpod@gmail.com 

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Everyone has that one story. They can't explain a shadow where there shouldn't be one footsteps when you're home alone. A voice that no one else heard. So I asked my listeners and TikTok followers to send me their real ghost stories, the ones that still give them chills. And tonight we are reading them. I'm your host, Amanda, and welcome back to Let's Get Weirdish. What's up you little weirdos? You may have noticed we did not have a new episode last week, and that is because we were house hunting all weekend and we found one, they accepted our offer and now we're doing all of the fine tooth comb stuff, which has been super annoying. Not gonna lie. but it will all work out. Stella has already named her two non-existent fuzzy cows, Lucy and Ethel and Reed wants ducks and of course we'll have chickens. So all is well that ends well. I have had stories from you guys coming in on my email and on a post that I created on TikTok, and I cannot wait to read some of them to you. I actually promised a friend, Maddie that I was going to do a true crime episode this week about Nancy, but here we are not doing that because I didn't do any research. And we know everything that the news has told us, but we're talking about the deep research. So my plans this week are to research that and hopefully that will be next week's episode. Who knows, though? Life is weird and life is crazy, and especially right now in this season of life that we're in, we have practice Monday through Friday for baseball and softball. We have two tournaments coming up and we're buying a home. So. I make zero promises. Don't wanna let anybody down, and if you hear all that extra noise, the wind is whipping. Oklahoma got a huge tornado last night and they are calling for tornadoes for here and some hail, lots of wind and rain, but we are hoping that we stay out of the tornadic weather because that's not fun. Especially in a camper. We had one two years ago while we were in the camper, me and the kids grabbed the dogs and ran and got in the car, and Stella is still so traumatized from that event that anytime the wind blows, she cries. So y'all just shoot up a little prayer for me because these nerves are shot. This first one is from a nurse, and we are going to leave her anonymous. The subject line says, sweet, maybe spooky spiritual encounter. If you happen to make an episode that includes not so spooky spiritual encounters, then I have a story for you. This didn't directly happen to me, but to a family member of a patient that I was taking care of. I work night shift as a nurse in critical care trauma units. I had been taking care of a patient in respiratory distress for three days at this point. When I came in on night three, I looked in the patient's room, and realized that the patient had been intubated on life support. For those who don't know, there's a lot more support we were doing to save the patient's life, but I won't get into that. Visiting hours at nighttime are from 8:00 PM to 9:00 PM. The patient's family came in to check the status and I told them what the clinical picture was from my view, and to put it blatantly, it wasn't good. I told the husband that should her condition start to decline, obviously I would call him so he could get back in time They left and I went about my lifesaving business around midnight ish. Her condition took a turn for the worse, and I made the decision to call the family in. Once they got there and I was explaining everything that had been going on, the husband pointed at me. I was racking my brain trying to figure out if I said something wrong for him to point at me like that. He proceeded to say when I was about 30 minutes out after leaving the hospital, I looked over at the passenger seat because the passenger airbag light came on and the seatbelt noise started going off as if someone was sitting beside me. I just knew my phone was about to ring and it would be you calling to tell me to turn around because she had gotten worse. But my phone never rang, so I continued home. At that point, I knew it was my wife riding with me and that she was gone in my few years of working bedside. No family has ever made a statement like that to me, so I was internally shook. But to be professional, I didn't show any kind of ness and tried to be there for them in whatever capacity they needed me in. During that time, It was just shocking to hear when I wasn't expecting it. If I have any other stories, I'll report back. Please do. I love this story. I think it's so sweet because his wife was clearly going and telling him goodbye and letting him know that she was there, I love that. And if you hear any meows in the background, you already know Oliver is running amuck the subject line for this next story. Says title, thoughts anonymous because you wouldn't believe me anyway. Hello, weirdo. I love your face, and of course you can share my name or leave it anonymous for a spoiler when I finally get on the podcast and talk weird together, and I can't wait. So here I go, spaced for suspense. Good luck, my friend. You are doing an amazing job drawing me into your perspective. Any amount of Amanda. Time is special because you matter to me and I'm just happy to show my support every which way I possibly can. Thank you. That means so much. You really don't even understand how much that actually means to me. Okay, here's where my story starts. Let me preface this with a trigger warning. No, this is not the twilight zone. By the age of three, my imaginary friends were the faces of my ancestors, aunties and uncles who had passed before my parents hit puberty type ghost. For example, my auntie, who always smelled like vanilla extract, or the great uncle who liked to play the ukulele, never knowing them while their photos hung around the house, adored in Lays and other tokens of Aloha in memorandum. That said, many of my experiences have dictated my future choices about listening to the universe around me and the advice of my ancestors before me breaking generational curses. Don't just go back one generation, you know, one such experience at the age of 16 as many teenagers in my small hometown, I was out in the dry creek bed drinking with people I shouldn't have been. Yo baby. I got mini a story like that. But my 25th shot of vodka, I swear I could hear my great-grandmother over my shoulder hollering. What would your tutu say right now? Tutu means grandma in pigeon English. Am I saying that correctly? Maybe I'm not. We're trying though. Okay. I've never heard this woman's voice in my life as calmly as I could without sounding crazy, I quickly said my goodbyes and muttered out loud. What kept looping in my mind? Don't get caught by the wind. They laughed it off as a scourge in the main road and the eight mile walk back to town. 45 minutes later, a large gust blew through the creek bed and blew the bonfire into a dangerous brush. Fire. Fire and rescue showed up just in time to put out the blaze and save a girl from alcohol poisoning. I'd like to thank my A DHD and conspiracy mindset to question everything, but add. That becomes happenstance twice as a coincidence. Th rice as a happenstance, I've come to terms with that as a sign. The universe beyond my foresight is warning me. So let this be a free life lesson. Trust your gut and don't get caught by the wind end. I love this story and friend. I love your face. This is so special because I do firmly believe that our ancestors watch over us and are always with us, and you never know what stories they have to teach us and lessons that they prevent us from learning the hard way. This one is also from anonymous. about nine years ago, my sister came to visit me in Houston, and while she was there, we decided to take a trip to Louisiana, shout out to my home state. The first day felt completely normal. We explored, walked around, and nothing really stood out. The second day though, we were walking through an area full of shops selling voodoo dolls and spiritual items. it was a little creepy, but still manageable. Later that night, we ended up on a busy street packed with bars and people. There was a preacher standing there holding a giant cross loudly preaching that Jesus was coming back. The first time I looked at him, everything felt normal, but the second time I glanced over, he locked eyes with me and it honestly felt like time stopped. Everything around me seemed to freeze. It didn't feel like it happened all at once. More like the world faded out while we just stared at each other. The moment only lasted seconds, but it felt much longer and it gave me chills. even now, years later, I still think about it because it was one of the strangest experiences I've ever had. This was on Bourbon Street, dude, bourbon Street, and the French Quarter, new Orleans. You never know what you're gonna experience there. Sometimes it's fine and then sometimes it feels like there are tons of people walking with you Knowing that nobody is. Another little word of advice. If you've never been and you decide to go those little card tables with mediums and. Voodoo priest and all the things. Some are most likely fake, but you might run into some that aren't. So be careful. I always make the comparison to people who have never been there. Just go watch Princess and the Frog. Okay, That's literally all you need to do. Just watch Tiana. Okay. The rest of these are coming from TikTok. This first one is from Andrea. I lived in California for two years. While my husband was in the Marines, he had a friend who was Native American and kept telling us about these wild dreams and experiences he was having at night. One day he stopped by and left. That night, I had a dream that I was being choked by this thing without a face, but it was completely white. I remember grabbing at this thing fighting for my life, and I even felt five o'clock shadow on its neck. This thing would trash our house when we weren't home. I could feel it staring at me from my daughter's window when I was outside. After a few weeks of terror, I called his friend and told him to come get whatever the f he left at my house because I was genuinely scared. He came by and left and I never had an issue again during my time in California, I have so many stories, girl, we wanna hear'em all. All of them. And how is your husband's friend gonna come dump something off like that on you? If you bring it, take it home, bud. This next one is from quotes for you. First, I'll say that this would be terrifying to most people. I don't know why it wasn't for me at the time. I was about seven or eight. and had been in my parents' room watching a movie or something with them and my sister. I got up to get some water and I walked down the hall and across the den. When I was almost to the kitchen, a spirit ghost grabbed my upper right arm. Not a hard grab, like in I'm here grab, if that makes any sense. It does. I looked around and no one was there. I've had many experiences since that one, and everywhere I live has spirits. I wonder if you're a medium and maybe not. Everywhere you live has spirits, maybe they're attracted to you. They say if you're a medium, you have this light about you, and they know that you can talk to them or hear them or see them, and so they gravitate towards you. This one is from Don't Call Me You. I woke up to the Sound of Wings flapping and saw a huge dark figure standing over me. The wings were slowly flapping. I know I was awake because I was able to move, and I instantly pulled the covers over me. I was scared, but at the same time knew that whatever it was wasn't there to hurt me. I could still hear the sound of the wings while I was under the covers. I was too afraid to look, so I ended up falling asleep again. I think I wasn't supposed to see what I saw that day, and I'm not sure what it was. A dark angel. My thoughts is maybe it was a guardian angel because if you felt safe ish, I mean obviously you were probably a little perturbed, but if you didn't feel like you were in danger, I wonder if you saw your guardian angel also? No judgment here. Okay. To anyone. Because I read a lot of stories where people say they put the covers over their head. And maybe, maybe if it was me, I would do the same. I don't know. I've never seen something like that. All right. Okay. But I don't know if I would hide under my covers or not. I don't know. Would I hide, would I scream? I would probably jump up and scream at it. I don't know. But I think I would be scareder to get under my covers and not see what was happening. But if it ever happens to me, I'll get back to you and let you know how I reacted and if I covered my head up too. This one is from Lunar LA 95. I hope I'm saying that right. And I'm probably not, but if you're not new here, you know that that is nothing new. Okay. More of a sign than anything else. But when I was like 15 or 16, I was talking to a guy online and then they inserted the eye roll emoji. Was this from the time of a OL? Let us know. And decided to tell my mom how I felt. He was so cute and I hoped to meet with him one day and at that time my grandmother, who was my best friend, had passed like seven or eight years before my mom told me I should be careful and he possibly could be catfishing me. Oh, the catfish days. We were walking downtown talking And for some reason my mom looked down and saw a piece of paper folded up. She opened it and saw in the paper in my grandmother's handwriting. Good talk, mom. I stopped talking to that guy after that. Taking it as a sign from beyond. It wasn't meant to be. My grandmother visited me years later before my wedding too, to let me know she approved of my husband. And then she comes back and says to clarify, she visited me in a dream and she had never visited before. She apologized for not visiting, but didn't feel I needed her until that moment, and that she approved of the marriage. Baby boo. Your grandma was an OG. Gangster, okay. Sending notes from heaven so your ass wouldn't get catfished. Okay. Thanks for looking out, grandma. I've had one dream about my dad since he passed, and it's so weird because. Any dream that I have that I know that I'm supposed to write down, like it's very vivid. My other dreams, I'm like, oh, that was a weird dream. Or, oh, that was a good dream, but these dreams are different. But this one was different from any that I'd ever had because the first part of the dream I remember so vividly, and I was supposed to write it down. But then the rest of it is complete blank. So I'm sitting in a white room and there's two chairs, and I'm sitting in one of the chairs and my dad comes from behind me and pulls the chair up like he would in dad fashion, and sits down and says, Hey boo, I wanted to talk to you. And then boom, I remember nothing else. Nothing like, not a little bit. I did it first I think maybe'cause I remember texting my brother and was like, Hey, like Dad loves you, whatever. But like, I don't remember. And that's not normal for me. So This is from Millstone Alive four. I hope I'm saying that right. Again, we Okay, and I'm gonna mess this up too. We stayed at the Wana Hotel in Mite. The room felt very heavy. The closet door kept opening by itself, so we put a backpack up against it. Later on, the backpack was moved and the door was open. Both my husband and I had nightmares about being chased and murdered. That's what started our interest in the paranormal. I said, I love this. Do you investigate? And they said, yes, anytime I get the chance, we love going on investigations. And I asked'em where they were located, but they didn't say. But, um, talk about a first experience I would've ing myself. This one is from Michigander oh nine. When I was in high school, we lived in a house that had weird things happen. My parents went to church and I was home alone with a dog. While I was getting cereal to eat, she was acting weird, and I shrugged it off like it was nothing. I sat down to eat my cereal and she sat on the couch next to me and where our couch was, you could see a little bit down the hallway. Anyway, she kept growling and the hair on the back of her neck kept standing up. I kept calling her name saying there's nothing there, and she completely jumped off the couch and stared down that hallway. I finally got up, looked down the hallway and saw a black figure walking down the hall with its hand gliding down the wall as it was walking back in the room. Nope. Nope. Scared the shit outta me. Yep. I have many stories from that house. Okay. Mm. Tell the rest of them. Okay. Email'em to us or send'em to me on TikTok, because can you imagine this big black shadow just dragging its hand down the wall? That is some next level creepy shit. This is from Chacha. I've watched things move, then watched a chair form in the impression of someone sitting in it. I've also seen a girl stand at the foot of my bed watching me and my now husband sleeping in a hotel room. She was ignoring him. And just staring at me. I went back to sleep and ignored her. Nope. Oh, I couldn't have went back to sleep. I'd have just stared back. I would've been like, yo girl, what's up? I think a say, a say that I would have, but probably not also, but cheek impressions on the chair. I love that story for real. And then my brother, my brother Cooper commented, our old whole lasso was doing these days. I need to get Cooper on here so we can talk about some of the things that happened in the house. And besides lasso, and I may have told this story, um, I'm not sure there's two. So, um, Austin and I were actually talking about this not long ago, and I think we talked about it. On our episode together and twice my stepdad, Matt. One time Austin called him and was like, Hey, there's somebody in my room. And Matt came in there with a gun. And then another time Matt comes, I guess, barreling down the hallway, slings my door open and is holding the pistol. And he's like, is there anybody in here? And I'm like, no. Like he scared me to death. I was asleep. I don't know if he thought I'd snuck somebody in or what, but. Then he realized nobody was in there, you know, and I was a teenager and I, I just rolled over and went back to sleep. Like, what was he hearing? Who was he hearing in the house? Something. Okay. Not somebody something. But the only other thing that I can remember that just truly stands out to me was my room had a built-in desk and I would do my homework there, but. I had papers, like loose papers sitting on my desk and my fan wasn't on the air. Even if it was blowing, it wouldn't have moved them because it never had before. And we had been living in the house years by this point, but all of a sudden all the papers just like, you know what I mean? Just like scattered and kind of like went in, some of'em went in the air a little bit and just floated down. You know, like if a big gust of wind hit papers and. I just went back to sleep. Okay, so now I'm not judging any of you guys because I went back to sleep. I wasn't even scared. I just rolled over and ignored it and went to bed. So who am I to be judging? Because clearly I'm the same. this is from Darcy Cru Holt. When I was about 17, I was home alone. There was a voice in my head, a voice I didn't know by the way that was telling me to also trigger warning suicidal thoughts, but not hers. So just skip over this if you don't wanna hear this. A voice telling me to end my life that no one loved me. Just do it. It was a male like voice. I tried to scream and I tried to speak. It was like I was paralyzed. I fell to the floor and I started reciting the Lord's Prayer. I was able to get some words out, and I got enough words out. a herd of screech, and then it was gone from my head and from my body. My body and voice was released back to normal. I wish I was making this up, but it really happened to me and that's not a story I tell often. That is so scary, especially because it, it seems like maybe you didn't have many experiences because you didn't say you did, and for that to be your one experience that is terrifying. This is from Kimberly Dunn. The night before my grandfather's funeral, I was walking through his living room and he was in his favorite chair, smiled at me and told me goodnight. We said, I love you. And it wasn't until I went into the next room where my mom was that I remembered he was gone. and I went back, but he was gone. But the smell of his AFTA was still in the living room. I'm not sure what AFTA is. Did you mean aftershave? I'm unsure, but that is so sweet. Seriously, I love that story. this is from lost 6 0 4. First encounter was when I was four for reference. My folks are deaf. Everyone was asleep, including the dog. I got out of bed and heard muffled voices. I reached for the doorknob and I hear, get the F back into bed. Did that a few minutes later. All is quiet. Checked every room and nothing was out of place. Second encounter was at the cemetery. I'd heard stories about this place and always wanted to go. I finally did. Was hearing more stories about it, get to the baby area, and felt tiny hands grip my sweater. it made me grasp my friend's hands so hard. She whispered, don't freak, they don't mean any harm. That little hand stuck with me until we passed. Other than that, it's voices and shadow figures. Um, freaky. And while growing up with deaf parents and then hearing somebody scream, get the F back into bed like, because they wouldn't have heard you clearly. Mm-hmm. Nope. Goodbye. This is from Brittany. Also, trigger warning on this one, My aunt on my mom's side's husband, p pew ped himself. and when I went to their house, I saw him standing in the doorway, crying and bloody. All, hell no. No. Mm-hmm. No, that is, it's freaky. I commented back. Yikes. Because that is a big yikes. I love hearing y'all stories. Seriously. I do. And I wish I would send more. Please, if you're listening and you have your own story, email it to me at, let's get weirdish pod@gmail.com. Okay. The email link is on my TikTok page, so just copy, paste. I try to remember to put it in the show notes and sometimes I don't even put show notes. We're doing our best to get by over here. Alright. But send it to me even if it's not paranormal. Okay. If it's crypted, if you went on a cruise ship, you know, like, um, the, the, the poop cruise stuff. Any outrageous thing that has ever happened to you? If you got in a fight in a parking lot, I want to hear about it. We wanna read it, please just send it. I wanna know your business and the more of your business you tell me, the more I'll tell about mine.'cause I have no problem doing that. Another thing when we walked in the house that we're buying, both of the kids were like, this is home. Did not feel haunted at all. So fingers crossed, knock on wood, because Corbin vetoed so many houses that I loved. Not even going to see'em. Okay, just, just the links to them. Because he said clearly they were haunted. They were not. They were beautiful. They were old. Had all of the original woodwork, thick crown molding, all of my dreams. Do you understand? And he just said, Nope. Haunted. So, depression. Depression. But I do love our house that we have picked. It does not have everything that I wanted, but. That is all right. We will work around that. As long as my children are happy, you know, parents, man, we'd be sacrificing. There is a guest house, so I will do my sewing and quilting over there and I'll have my own little area for the podcast. I will set up and I might even record a few episodes. I don't know how to do that. I'm not very tech savvy. You know, YouTube, I don't understand it. When I was sewing, I had some videos on there and it was fine, but I really didn't know what I was doing or all the equipment that you need to do that because clearly you can't just record it all on your phone. Does anybody else get that notification? Like you need to clear out your pictures, you have too much shit on your phone? I do a lot so. I don't know if you know about that kind of stuff. Hit me up. Explain it to me. Other than that, I hope y'all have a fantastic Monday. If you like what you hear, let me know. Leave me a rating review because it really helps push the podcast out there. And we have gotten so many new listeners over the last three weeks. I appreciate every single one of you, but until next time, keep it weird. I.