A Light in the Church & The Corner Bedroom (Two True Haunting Stories)

I would always hear like kids running and like laughing and playing around, and it was very very peculiar because there was no other kids on like heart of row of houses. He felt that they were just visiting another old church. Then his family began experiencing things that followed them for years. In their second story, one family spent years sharing a farmhouse with something that they could never explain. My name is Edwin. Today will hear Franks and Magazine. It's true Scary Stories. It happened around two thousand and three, so I was maybe twelve thirteen years old. Growing up, I was the youngest, so I was one of four, so I kind of grew up pretty quick. And when we used to watch stuff on TV, it used to be a lot around kind of ghost stories and places that were supposed to be haunted. So it was a point where we used to go driving, so we used to go to places like Pluckley and cham Dockyard. Pluckly is a place where the lay lines cross, so there's a lot of kind of witches supposed to be there. It's just a very small British eerie town. It's very foggy at night. When my mum was a young kid. She used to drive a lot with her friends and her brothers. These guys are tough. They kind of grew up. They were roofers. They were really In England, we call them proper geezers. They were real kind of blokes. They were men. One time, they were driving through Plucky and when you drive through Plucky, the fog just comes out of nowhere and it's right in front of you, maybe two or three feet off. The road is clear, and then it's just a wall of fog. My mum told me that they were driving through the country lanes doing sixty miles an hour, which is sort of one hundred kilometers an hour, and as they were driving. There was an old lady in the middle of. The road and they slammed their brakes on and ran straight through this woman. Now, as they stopped and turned around, nobody was there. The woman literally had disappeared. Now, hearing this was slightly scary because I've been to Plucky, But hearing my mum say that her friends slept in their parents' bedrooms for weeks after gives. It that extra eerie feeling. And when we went to Plucky it was super foggy and super quiet, I mean eight o'clock at night, it was dead and Pluckly must have less than a thousand people in there, which is really small for like an English. Village, so that really kind of freaked me out. Pluckly is one of the places that you have to go to because you have to see the fog. When you go and experience that fog, it's insane, like three feet off the ground, it's clear, but above that a wall of fog chatting dockyard. And again that's another scary kind of place. It's very haunting, is very eerie. So we always used to kind of go to those places and then see if anything would happen. One evening we. Decided to drive to a place called Dough Church. None of us really knew much about it. It was little church tucked away. We knew it had a bit of a reputation for being kind of scary, not necessarily haunted in terms of black ghosts, but it's in the midd of nowhere. It's one of the. Oldest churches in England, and there's no electricity. They do kind of behemian weddings and stuff there. At the moment, it's just a very scary, eerie place. We decided to kind of take a drive, so as my mum, her boy friend, my older sister and her boyfriend and me so as Again I was twelve, so I still I was the youngest there who went maybe around eleven or midnight, very clear evening, no clouds, no rain. And to get to the church, you kind of as you come off the main road, you're driving up like a single track lane and there is only one way in and one way out to get to Dough Church. There's no like through road, and where you turn around it's very very sketchy. It's super tight. You have to do five or six kind of turns to even get out. Driving there, very quiet, no cars, no people, nothing, just pitch black because the street lights. As you get closer there's just there's nothing. On the way up. On the left hand side, there's this kind. Of dead tree and it been struck by lightning, like fifty sixty years before that's happened. It's split apart, it's dead. It's just it looks super and as you drive past that, as a twelve year old, I wasn't very impressed, thinking this was going to be a good start with nothing else around it stood out on its own, and you could definitely see that it was just on this field, just on the left hand side. And it'd been there for years. The closer we get, we slowed down and looking at the car window, I noticed that there's kind of a light inside the church, and you're kind of thinking to yourself, will hold on, it's midnight. There's no electricity. There's only candle light. That's literally what they would use. I couldn't see the candle itself specifically, but the window was kind of lit up from inside behind, and I remember thinking, there's a silhouette. Of what kind of looked like a girl. She had shoulder length hair, kind of just sort of this eerie looking figure standing in that window. And at this point the car was standstill. So I'm there freaking out because I'm this twelve. Year old kid. You know, we're watching Most Haunted and all these kind of scary things. Instantly, the light just switched off, as if it was just blown out. Now, everybody in the car saw it, and we all reacted. When it disappeared, we just thought, no, there's no chance that we're doing anything here. Let's get out. Let's just go. Now. You maybe have to go another eight hundred yards to a mile to get to the turnaround point. When you get to the turnaround point, it's just like gravel. There's no the road stops. It's super tight. As I said, so you have to do like five or six sort of individual little turns to get out and come back the other way. When we came back, this means the church is on your left hand side, it was like silent. There was no noise, there was light. It was completely just pitch black, no street lights, super scary, super clear, just the stars and the moon. That's literally we can see maybe I'm not sure, three hundred four hundred yards past the church. My mum's boyfriend, he was driving at the time. He slowed down and said, what's that in the road? On the way up there was nothing, but on the way back, on the left hand side of the road there was this kind of old Victorian style pram, like from I don't know, nineteen twenties. They were quite popular down in Kent near me at the time, and it's kind of one of those old school ones. So it's like a blue kind of fabricy with a silver frame. It had kind of big four wheels, very kind of rustic and old school, and it was laying on its side, and what next to it was like a rolled up blanket, and to me it looked like a baby sized blanket that unraveled slightly. Now at this point, I'm so scared. It is unbelievable, because not only did we see that light go off, but now this is happening, and I'm thinking there is something that is falling the. Side of the road that wasn't there on the way up. Now at the time, my sister's boyfriend got out of the car and I was freaking out, shouting, get back in the car, we. Need to get out of here. And he got out, walked over and had a look, and maybe two feet away from it, everybody was shouting, get back in the car, get back in the car. I think he was a bit more maybe he was like. I think he must have been seventeen eighteen at the time, so he was a bit more brave and a bit more, you know, not as scared as me. Especially my mum could see that I was getting very upset, so called him back and he came back in. We didn't really say a lot. I think I was probably quite hysteric, but He said that he just felt like there was something that really wanted him to, like unwrap this blanket and look inside it, he said, but he heard something. He heard a noise, and he said it didn't sound like any kind of animal noise. It sounded more like this suck a whimper us shouting, and that noise made him stop and he came back to the car. So we drove home. Not much was said on the way back, just other than. It was pretty pretty scary, and it was, you know, we were quite silent, you know. We get home. Maybe two or three days. I slept in my mum's room because I was that scared. Three days go past, some kind of back to my old routine, not too bad, feeling confident and happy again. But then some strange things kind of started happening around our house. Now, the house we lived in was kind of a fairly modern three story house, must have been maybe five ten years old at the time. Wasn't really an old building, no longer history, nothing like that. I tried to look into it when I was a little older, when the internet was a bit more kind of prevalent, and there wasn't much history around kind of where it was built. Other than it was just an old kind of yard, so to speak. So I can't really imagine it was like a you know, an old thing that would have had haunted things attached to it or anything like that. Small things were starting to happen. Nothing crazy, nothing's super scary, but these little things that made you kind of think, oh, is that normal? Would that just be a noise. Or is it actually something a bit more, kind of a bit different, a bit more scary. So first of all, objects would start to kind of disappear, and then they'd end up in the air. In Copboared, it happened on a few times when you walked into the house and I left hand side were the stairs. We used to put our shoes and our bags and our kind of school stuff underneath that under the stairs, and I remember one day going down getting ready for school. And my shoes weren't there. And as a kid, the first thing I would always do, I'd run under the stairs, kick my shoes off, and then run into my brother's room and play on his PlayStation. So I knew that that's where they would be. They ended up in the air and cupboard. Now it became such a prevalent thing that if anything got lost, so keys or random things like socks or I used to do a bit of art, so some of my drawings would kind of just disappear. I would instinctly say to my sisters, have we checked the air and cupboard in Low Behold. They would always be in. There, and I remember being really freaked out but also super fascinated by it, because I was an intuitive kid, you know, I was always interested in these kind of things. I used to love watching most Haunted and thinking, oh my god, is this real? And with older siblings, they naturally kind of wanted to kind of include me in that as. Well, so I was always part of it, which was which was great. I really enjoyed it. At night, sometimes I would hear kind of what sounded like children running around. Now I was in the middle floor, so it meant that my sister's room was above me, and I would always knock on their door and be like, you stop running around, and they were in bed watching TV, listen to music or whatever. So it was very odd because it sounded mischievous and a bit sort of cheeky. It gave the house a really eerie feel, and at the time, my mum was always working, so whenever on the weekend we were at home, it was my sister's and you know, myself, and my brother was old at the time, so he was kind of his friends. The garden was really small. I'm talking maybe fifteen foot by like ten foot, so it's tiny. The gardens were built on like deckings and they're about four foot high and they open at the back, but there's like maybe two or three feet of just like gravel. I would always hear like kids running and like laughing and playing around, and it was very, very peculiar because there was no other kids on like a row of houses, so I'd never get the opportunity to kind of catch them or see them because I always wanted to play and you know, oh, who's like near the garden in the alleyway And I could. Never seem to kind of catch them. And my sisters used to say things like, oh, we heard the kids, and what have you been up to? Where have you been? And I've said, you know, I'm in my room or I'm watching TV in the front room or whatever, and they kind of heard inklings, and then things started to kind of ramp up a little bit and it almost felt like the house was cursed, but not cursed in a way that people, oh my god, there's a demon they're out to get me, and you know, sleep paralysis and all that kind of stuff, almost like a demonic kind of playful child, but in a way that pushed the boundaries. So I do remember one time that the utility room the. Washing machine set on fire. So we used to have a washing machine, tumble dryer, and I remember that set on fire out of nowhere, super random. Again, only happened within weeks after going to the dough church, So it almost feels like there was this playful entity in the house that would be a bit cheeky and try and push the boundaries. One of the memories that I have that stands out most is when I was out at one of my friend's house. Both my sisters would just playing in the living room, just relacks him. And the living room is in the middle floor because it's one of the kind of the three stories. There's a bedroom and kitchen downstairs. The middle floor has a front room in my room, and then upstairs has the two bedrooms in my mum and my sister's room. So they were in the middle floor. I just playing. They saw what they thought was me, like run past the doorway down the stairs. Now, they both said, Frank, is that you? And I was like, obviously when they explained the story to me, I was like, nope, I was out. And they said, but it. Was you because you had your white tracksuit on so used to have this white T shirt with this like white three quarter lengths, very in fashion in two thousand and three. But it wasn't me. They could have swore as me with my height, looked my age and it just run straight past the doorway down the stairs, so very much in character of kind of what I would do. Literally, they said, they called my name, no answer, and then they realized that I wasn't actually there when they checked one room, So they both got very very scared and just booked it to their rooms. So they ran straight upstairs and just shut the door and just stayed there. And to my mum came home. At the time, I didn't tie this in, But it wasn't until I kind of started thinking about the story in more detail and trying to understand it a little bit more that I started having these kind of reoccurring. Kind of horror dreams and they went on for years. And it first started very very similar so near where I lived. So I lived in a place called Chatham, and there's kind of, as said, the Chatting dockyards, and there's quite a lot of water around the kind of the river medway. And the dreams that I had were always kind of me and other children, and they were always near the edge of the dock, and there used to be a bus station near there, and you could kind of take some steps down into the water. There was no gates, there was nothing. It was just super open. And I remember those kids down there that were playing me is down at the top, and they always looked wet, like soaked through, and they always used to say, come and play with me, Come and play with us, like join in. The more it kind of progressed, so every night it felt like something smaller happened. So I would take a like a. Further step, or there'd be another kid there, or I would see my feet getting wet in the water. It would continue. Knew really like it almost felt like it progressed as a dream, so it felt like they were telling their own story, and it was. It was very weird at the time, and I never kind of tied it together until I started thinking about it. They happened over and over and over again, and I didn't really speak to my parents about it. My mom felt like she was far too busy working and trying to kind of provide for the kids and stuff like that, and my sisters sort of brushed it off, just said, you know, it's just a dream, there's nothing. To worry about. So fast forward to Halloween, one of the most kind of spooky times, and you know, we thought it'd be a really good idea, especially my sisters. They invited one of their friends over and we decided to use the Wigi board that my mom got. So my mum got this Wigia board at a car boot sale. So in the UK, I know, in the US they have yard sales, so if you go to people like garages and you look at their stuff. So we have something called a car boot, so you go to a big field and people. Have stuff they sell pretty much out of their car boot. And I remember my mum grabbing this Ouiji board saying that she got it for like a really cheap price. It was this lovely slate Wiji board of glass over it, and the plan chet was like very very nice. So we decided that it'd be a good idea to see if we can figure out if there's anything in the house after all these kind of spooky things happening. So we started with simple questions, you know, nothing crazy as you do. You know, is there anything you know? Good? Evil? You know? Are there any names that you want to say? Are there any ages? Now? I remember having my fingers on the plant chet, thinking somebody is going to move this because I was quite skeptical then I am slightly skeptical now, But when the plant chet moved slightly, my heart like sank and I would frightened, and it almost took me back to the exact time that I saw that prim in the road. It felt like it was kind of sort of moving around playfully, so it wasn't as. If it was being like violent and vicious. It was just a bit more playful, which kind of tied in with what we've been seeing around that house. So we tried asking a few more questions. There was some slight movement, nothing too crazy, and then we asked one of the final questions, which was how old are you? We didn't hear anything, so the last question we asked, was are you younger than ten, hoping for a yes or no, and the plant chet literally just flew straight across the room, off the board, straight across. All four of us just froze. I think that was enough for us to call it a day and realize that maybe we shouldn't be kind of messing with this stuff. So my sisters grabbed the plant chet, put it back on, and we did the exiting. I can't remember the exact kind of part of it, but we could close it down properly, and we put the blanchet away. You had it in a separate draw, wouldn't touch it, and that must have lived in there until maybe five years later. We didn't even touch it. So after the Halloween things kind of settled down. There were still some noises and some bangs and some odd things happening. They eventually stopped. I one hundred percent say as a girl, it's a little girl. One hundred percent. I've said it before. I think there is definitely entities that exists, and I think there is that kind. Of blurred line. I think if it's an entity or a spirit that what was happening in the house. I explained it that things happening in the house and a Halloween entity, a spirit of some kind. But in that church, it was a girl, no doubt about it. We remember things differently in the kids that I vividly remember. I remember the rowed, the tree, the church, and the girl. They are so vivid in my memory. That is what I tell people, and their reactions are always of a bit of skepticism. But then when I show them Google Maps and I show them the church, I think they get it because it's an eerie church. It's an eerie place, and it's got the gravestones, it's from the fourteen hundreds or however old it is. Little girls probably would have died there, struggled to pass over, maybe got stuck. And the only way they kind of make themselves notified maybe is via using lights, because it's not electricity, as candle light. Must have been maybe six. I was seventeen, so I always love to drive, and I passed my driving test. One night, I was just driving. Late again and I thought to myself, I'd love to go back to Dough Church and see if there's anything going to happen, how it might feel. And it felt the exact same as the first time that I went. You drive up, you take a left to go on to this kind of single country lane, pitch black, no lights again, the tree super super scary, just just there all on its own, split out, And I remember driving back up to the church and stopping and waiting and looking, hoping that the light might come back on or that something else might happen, but nothing did. I kind of got to the end, turned around again, super scary turning around, and then flew. Back down and kind of went home. And I can't say for certain whether Dough Church brought something when we went the first time, whether it brought something back with us, but it certainly felt very peculiar that nothing really happened, and then all of a sudden it started happening. It's only within days of going as well that stuff started to happen. It wasn't like we had to wait weeks. It was pretty much when they would come back. And I can't, you know, for sure, say that they are one hundred percent connected, but I've always felt like something came with us, something followed us. And yeah, it was super super scary in that house for a while. So I grew up in a farmhouse outside a really small rural town in Ontario, Canada. There wasn't even a subdivision like or any new neighbors, who were just surrounded by fields cows. It was just a farm house. The house was old. Nobody exactly knew what year it was built in, but based on the style and how old it looked inside, it was probably about late eighteen hundreds. My parents rented it from a guy whose mom had passed away. We know that she lived most of her life there. We're not sure if she passed. Away in the house or not, but we know she got like very sick when she was living here. They had to like modify the upstairs to like make like everything more accessible for her. We know she died either very soon after she left the house or in the house by the time she had passed away. We moved in about two years later, so I was only about nine months old. It was a great childhood though it was the place that most kids dream about. I had acres of land to run on. I built forward to explored the forest. My sisters and I spent most of the time outside. But with those good memories also came just unexplained strange memories. I didn't grow up thinking the house was haunted. There wasn't one dramatic event where everyonhein suddenly believed and they were like, yes, this is like haunted. But there was just a few instances where it felt a little freaky for sure. One of my earliest memories happened when I was around eleven. My parents had just started trusting me to stay home alone, and I was thrilled. My sisters all played soccer, and every week my parents would pile everyone into the van and had the games or practices. I hated going. I didn't care about soccer. I'd rather stay home and watch tea and people sat and enjoy a quiet house. I liked being home alone. Until one evening I was sitting in the living room watching one of my favorite shows. Everything felt normal, But then in the living room connected to the kitchen through a wide doorway. From where I sat, I could see part of the kitchen out of the corner of my eye. At some point I noticed what looked like a person standing in the kitchen. It wasn't like a detailed figure, just a dark shape in the corner of my eye. So I looked over, but there was nothing there. Went back, kept watching my shows. Then I would look back over because I kept seeing something in the corner of my eye. Eventually it got to a point where every time I. Would look back towards the TV, it would get closer and closer. I kept looking over, but eventually it was maybe like two feet four feet from me. So I just threw my. Blanket over my head and I stayed that way until my parents came home, because I was so terrified that if I did look again, that I would actually see something and it wouldn't just be a dark figure anymore, that it would actually be a person. Another time, me and my sister we had just gotten home from school. We decided to play legos in the kitchen, so we were sitting there. We were home alone, everyone else was either at school or work. From upstairs, we could hear someone walking down the hallway. We had like this cheap linoleum upstairs, and it's so distinguishable to hear like bare footsteps on like that cheap millanoleum. Without a doubt, it was someone walking down from the bedroom down to the bathroom, and we both just kind of listened to her walk was slow even all the way to the bathroom, and then we didn't hear anything, and it just got quiet, and I think after a while one of us said to each other, like did you hear that? We were like, yep, we just wanted nothing to do with that, and we just went outside and played. This was also the same sister that I shared a room with, and I remember the one night I was sleeping in my bed, her bed was across the room. She was passed out. I was up because I could hear my dad snoring from like three rooms down, so I was just awake. I got a little mad, rolled over face the wall and tried to fall back asleep. I was kind of in and out of sleep, kind of dozing off and just listening to my dad's snore kind of echoing through the house, and then in. My ear. Sounded like him snoring, but it didn't. It just sounded wrong. It sounded like someone was mimicking him and imitating him loud and right beside my ear, just one loud snore, and it just sounded wrong, like it was someone mimicking. I rolled over because I thought it was my sister messing with me. I jumped out of bed and she was just across the room, still sleeping like I would have heard her like run back to her bed. And jump in, but. There was no one around, and my dad was still snoring in the other room, and it was just one of those things that you can't really explain. I woke up in the morning and I told my sister and I'm like, did you hear that last night? And she was like, no, I had no idea. And then obviously it wasn't my parents or anything, and it was kind of just one of those things that you know, kept it to myself. I was like, I must have been, you know, dreaming or something, and it was late at night. Maybe I I was trying to almost convince myself that, you know, because the alternative is so much creepier. So I was just like, yeah, no, it was my imagination. But like, at the same time, I could even feel the breath in my I could feel them right there. And I think that's what really freaked me out and made me jump out and turn around, was because someone was right there. I was waiting inside for the school bus, and Canada has terrible winters, so I always waited inside for the school bus because it was better. Than the alternative of waiting outside. So I was waiting inside. I was home alone. I could hear someone walking down the stairs slowly. It was kind of like almost to the point that I'm like, is that someone walking down the stairs because it was just like a so in front of the stairs leading to the door that I was standing at. There's this like cheap tongue in groove vinyl flooring. It's the kind that. Clicks together when you install it. So the tongue in groove floor, if you slide your foot across it, it would make this clock sound because it was like kind of a little poorly installed, not that I didn't want to insult my dad and the way he installed it. But after a few years it started to get a little like worn, and it would make this clock sound when you dragged your foot across it. Like no matter who was walking by, you always made that click sound because it would click back into place. I was waiting by the door, heard someone coming down the stairs, and then I just waited. It got quiet for a little bit, and then I heard the click like someone was walking by dragged their foot across. So I booked it down the driveway, ran as fast as I could, didn't look back, got to the. End of the driveway. That's when I finally looked back at the house, and that's when I noticed. That you had these big windows in the front. Someone had moved the. Curtain almost to like look at where I was going, like someone was looking out because they scared me. And then the curtain just went back to normal, like they looked at me for a second and then walked away. I mean, there was lots of other things in the house that there was doors that would slam and. Cupboards that would close. It was, you know, a lot of paranormal activity, but I never felt like it was malicious, if that makes sense. For sure, those situations were scary, but I never felt like it was out to hurt me or anything. I think maybe it was just the old previous owner who had passed away in the house. I think she still lives there in a way. I think she's just going on her day by day walking down the hallway. Because you never really felt alone in that house. Ever felt like someone was watching you, or things would move around and things would close and open, and it was just a little unsettling. Me and my friend Hannah would always play with Euja boards. This was always at her house, though, but you know, they do say that sometimes like things can latch onto people. Like I said, I never felt like the spirit was malicious and like it was out to hurt me. But I would obviously tell my friend Hannah about it, and she was a believer. I mean, she would spend nights at my place too, and she would kind of get that feeling too, that. Like there was something else there. That's probably the only person that I really told about it. My sister, the one that's most similar in age with me, the one that I would share in the room with. She also experienced a lot of like the same things as me. Most of the time, it was always us together, so most of my stories. She we still talk about it to this day and we're like, yeah, that was freaky. My older sister said she would hear stuff like opening and closing, but she was always the oldest sister. She always had to be like the brave one, just reassure us that everything was okay and that is nothing. But she even heard it too. Again, it was my sister. She was at the kitchen table. I was taking a shower. I left the bathroom, went upstairs to my room to change, came back downstairs, I was sitting in the living room and the bathroom door slam shut. And that was one of those old farmhouse doors that like you really had to like put some effort into closing it, so it's not like it just. Like slowly shut. Like this thing slammed shut completely, like it didn't even like stop where it usually gets stuck. Like it completely slammed. There was no windows, no one there except me and my sister, and she was at the table and she called out my name and she was like Max, like are you in the bathroom still? And I was like no. I remember being so scared. I cried on my couch and I just like wanted my parents to come home so bad. And my sister, she was only four years older than me, but she had to be the brave one and go into the bathroom. But there was no one there. It was just it was just empty. I don't really believe in anything like until I see it, and I've seen it, so when other people tell me stories, I'm a believer. You don't believe it until it happens to you, you know. They do say that like children are more susceptible to spirits and energy and all that paranormal stuff. So I just think it was her. I think she, like I said, spent her life there and now she's spending the rest of eternity there. I think energy never really leaves. Frank and Maxine, thank you so much for sharing your experiences with the rest of us here at the True Scary Story Community. Obviously about Frank's story, the Doe Church really is as eerie as you described it. I remember looking this up while we were talking. He's like, hey, you should look it up, just to see what it looks like. And I did, and this place was I can't really think of anything that matches it, that looks like something I can tell you, Oh, you know, imagine a medieval castle or imagine this. No, you have to look it up and you're gonna get you're gonna understand what I mean. Dode Church, d Ode Church. It is insane. It is really eerie. And I found it even little stranger that he told me that people actually get married there because they think it's beautiful place, which it is, you know, it is hauntingly beautiful. So but it dates back to like the eleventh century. Can you imagine that this is like after like I think shortly after the Norman conquest. When I looked up the word DoD them, it turns out it's it's thought to derive from an old English word meaning dead or place of the dead, a loot. Historians, obviously you're gonna argue about the exact origin of it, but that place, the value ads are around there. They say that it was likely occupied a long time before the church was even built, so there's like prehistoric Roman activity in that general area. So by that late medieval period, the local population was going down and the church eventually fell and to like just nobody was using it, so it was just there for a long time, and then they fixed it up late twentieth century and now it's you know, privately owned, used for weddings, stuff like that, private ceremonies. But one really interesting thing here is that it's considered haunted because of these things also Frank, that you know he talked about, which are seeing unexplained lights inside of the church, apparitions, things that are seen through the windows, and the feeling of unease, which is a very common thing about haunted places. So thank you so much, By the way, I always appreciate stories that really bring me out of what I'm used to seeing, like what I'm around where I grew up, for example, in the southern California area, just rural apartments, traffic, a lot of cars, apartment buildings, stuff like that. That was me growing up. So when I hear about other countries, other places, even just another location in the United States, I'm always amazed by it. I'm like, wow, I can really imagine what this world was like just from somebody telling me that firsthand. So thank you so much Trent for that. And also regarding your Maxine story, this is an important topic here with childhood experiences, how they can change lifelong beliefs about death, the unknown ghost, all these things. It doesn't matter, like even if the cause was supernatural, but these things stick with us. And I want you to think back the first time you were ever scared, the first thing that I ever freaked you out? Was it a ghost? Was it an animal? What was it? If you remember, Please let me know. Very curious to know, because I'm trying to figure out something here that maybe as children were not really scared of a lot of things except for like these, I guess survival kinds of fears that we need in order to not die, you know, animals falling the dark. Stuff like that. But a lot of us here that are listening, and some of the storytellers that have come on and talked to us about stories that they've experienced. They mentioned creepy shadow figures and also some things that involve the supernatural. So please let me know if you remember the very first thing that ever scared you. It could be a movie, a book, something like that, anything you remember. And I think another topic here was about the consistency of those steps. Now they were always happening in that room where supposedly the owner that you know, the person that lived up before, spent the final days when we pass away, Are we doomed to repeat our final actions, our final words? Are we doomed to just repeat that over and over and over again? And aside from your very first fear, ever, I want to know something else. Have you ever heard a loved one's voice, somebody calling your name or familiar sounds when nobody else was there? And I'm asking because multiple times I've been woken up by hearing my name in my dad's voice and he's not around, like he's not in the same house, we're not living in the same place, and I hear him and it's like I wake up in that exact tone that he calls me, like eh, Wayne, like that, I hear it, and I wake up. I look around and I'm like, what, what does happen? Is? I clearly hear it? So and by the way, he's alive and doing good and everything. But like it's it's a thing, you know, because if that can happen with people who are still alive, what do we think when we hear somebody's voice when they're not alive anymore and we hear them Something to think about there anyway. 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