Checking Up On Me

This episode will take us into the life of a person who was disturbed by paranormal entities, entities whose identities he suspected were family members who had passed on. Still, as he grows up, he begins to question his own perception, but, unlike many of us, might have actual proof that there is in fact life after death. My name is Edwin and here is Corey's true scary story. My name is Corey Gordon. I am thirty five. My story starts when I was very young. I was one or two. We all lived in gas in Alabama. Growing up, I always had imagine hear krand as everybody else does, a little friend to talk to. One day I was sitting on the counter. I fell off, normal thing, you would think, just child falals counter. I kept telling my mother that my friend pushed me. What was odd was one day she was looking through her scrapbook of photos from her past. I reached out and pointed straight to a picture of my uncle who had passed away. Never met him, didn't know who he was. But oddly, my mother said, I knew his name and could describe him to a team of That's the man who'd pushed me off the counter. I've heard stories of in the house, relitious point fans getting pulled from the wall, lunch wallet, it's getting ripped out, cords getting youanched, small things. Since saying, I don't believe nothing else has happened with that. But when my grandparents passed away, I was all four junior in high school got the needles that my grandfather passed. On my mother's side, they were very good to us, really nice grandparents. Bet you could ever have my grandfather passed first. It was hard. They've always wanted to be around with from mind my brother's graduation prom they never got to after my grandfather passed. Odd things were rapping around the house. Plates would shift, footsteps, I'd have rettle things aboth my bedspind like necklaces or whatnot. Things. It's just really small. One Christmas we sat there and Christmas tree just started shaking. It's not over event. There's no windows open free I asked, it really was our grandfather. It just seemed to stop. Things slowed down, and my grandmother took a turn for the worst after a surgery, passed away about a couple years later. I believe of the senior and years high school with both of them gone and buried. We moved on as we could. In the years, they went very well and nothing really happened. Small things. Of course, My prom happened. Everybody decided for it. My mother book take big venue to take photos at with me and my girlfriend at the time. We went through the progress, the pictures, thousands of pictures. We went to prom. Two days later, my mother I went to a store print off pictures. When we printed them out, my mother just started crying and what's wrong? Mom? Was, what are you crying? What are you emotional because of the phoones? Are you happy? She said, no, appointed to the photo in the corner. First thing I saw the window behind me was my grandmother, my grandfather. My grandmother was buried in her favorite pink dress. You won't see a face, but you see pink dress, poofy hair she had had, always had a little bonnet. Right beside her is my grandfather, black hair. Again, you can't see the face, but you see a black shoulders, black suit he's in. They're just very small in the corner of the picture behind me. Odd thing was I felt happy about it until I saw the rest. There was faces in the picture right behind us. There was streaks orbs. I didn't know what that was, but I did at least take confident in knowing that my grandmother and grandfather were there in the picture with me. They got to see me go to prompt further into my senior year. It's just normal years, stressing over school, moving. A couple of times, my mother's brother was sick. He was very bad down. We thought he was going to pass away. I'd be woken up with my mother by phone call. I just immediately thought it was my uncle. She said, no, you're the other grandfather passed away. We get up, We go to the house. We thought he'd greet use lf to that he had a dog he loved. She says it was a puppy. It passed, and about two days later he passed away, very odd quick. The same time, well, his wife, that we didn't have a lot of contact with, did not want to do anything for his funeral. He wanted to be cremated. We were going to have something at the house, just something nice for him to remember him by. It went on, Everything went fine, everybody left. I stayed up that night. I couldn't sleep. I mean, lost another grandparent, my final grandparent, At that point, I did what everybody else did, got on a computer, stayed up. Back then it was MySpace, talking to your friends. I just had the feeling of something standing behind me, like someone is looking at you, hearing through you just fell in the back of your hair. I turned around. Nobody's there, figured my father. Nobody took a picture with my phone at the time, a little razor flip phone shows my age, but it had a picture of a tall shadow. What's funny was my grandfather in the past was a police officer. He was a sheriff, and there was a little shiny circle right at his chest area. I didn't think nothing about it. I tried to upload it to the internet. For some reason, it disappeared every time I try to upload it. Sadly, that one is gone with the past. It's something I can't get back. Once the phone was gone, it was gone. From that point on, things started getting a little weirder around my house. Doors would open and close, footsteps getting louder and louder. My dad told me one day he wears laying with my mother in bed, sleeping. My mother woke up. My father's sitting straight up in bed, staring at a corner of a walk. My mother said she got a hint of smoking air from cigarettes. She saw a little red endbur in the background of the corner. My father's just sitting up, just mumbling at the corner, staring, eyes wide open. My mother freaks out, jumps up, turns on a light. My father looks at her and goes what he didn't know what are he was doing? It was still asleep. She told him to roll back over. That was the end of it. From that point on, things got more touching. I could feel someone touched my shoulder, wait me up. That night, I'd hear somebody whisper in my ear. I leaped right up. Got to a point where I couldn't sleep at all. I think I got to fall asleep around four am, get up, go to school. After graduation, I would be coming and saw me up. Just couldn't sleep in the house. The worst thing that happened for me, that scared me the most was everybody was going I was at the house by myself. We had a big house. My parents pigeon was right behind the house. Made bide me living room. Then you had long kitchen and the other bedrooms out other side of the house. I'm sitting in the loving watching TV. I hear a back door slam. I call out, is anybody there? Is anybody home? Nothing? So I just okay, maybe it was an air conditioner pulling the door and they slap her. Door slams again. This time I hear a footstep coming to me. It's odd when you're sitting there and hear the difference between carpet and hardwood floor. You can hear the carpet in the bedroom, and then to get closer, then you would hear steps on the hardwood floor in the kitchen, in the hallway, getting closer and closer. While I sat on the couch, I called my mother, creaking out to a point about crying. My mother says, hey, just tell it to stop. If you just go stop, if it's your grandfather, he will stop. So I just screamed, stop, I'm scared. Stop, this day's end. Stop. I didn't footsteps stop. I heard two footsteps go back through the back room, and then the door shut again. That was about the only time that ever happened. It slowed down a lot after that. If it was my grandfather, I don't know, if maybe he understood that he's scared rent or what's going on with that? But it ended before I graduated high school. We had people come up with a local paranormal society. We told them stories of what happened in the past, and they were like, hey, we want to see what's going on. We've never seen anything real. Can we just come and check it out overnight them to We stayed in a room away from everything, just so they can have a room of the house. They didn't find much. They the things that they found, though, were odd. At one point, my mother always felt weird in her bathroom if she used our bathroom, she felt like somebody was always in the bathroom with her. We had a old CD player, Giant City Player sitting there just to put music on when we were in a shower, me and my brother especially. There was footage of the chord draped down, unplugged from the wall. There's video of the chord. It's like someone took it, picked it up and wrapped it over your knob on your bathroom counter. It's like someone just picked up and laid it over the top, just to get it up off the floor. They caught voices, a little sniff of the voices h and they I believe if I remember it, and it was they called my mother's name, and they said my name. You can barely make it out. But after let's do it for a few times, you can hear them just say, Corey. I'll be honest with you. It's a weird feeling for that. I mean, it has to be someone that nervous you. It made me go to maybe it's my grandparents again, Rangy. Little comfort. But then on the other hand, it's quite startling to hear you hear your name out of midair, Corey. Next, Corey gets another visitor as he discovers the basements of his new police Two years went by and nothing happened. Things went back to normal. Water that for a good minute. We moved to another town, the big house. Things are good, and I started working at my job I needed until one day, after loving all my stuff into the house, I decided, hey, we have a basement. I'm going to take the basement twenty at the time, I might as well just have my own place. I sat up downstairs. It was very eerie in the basement. For some reason, I don't know why. I just could not sleep down there without having a light on. That sounds very bad for in my head. For a twenty year old to go, I have to have a light on. I cannot even close my eyes in the dark. I didn't want to tell nobody, I didn't want to sound bad. I just stayed down there a weekend to it. I woke up there was water in the floor. We had reins, had the little leak come through the basement, and put on my shoes, went upstairs, got some towels, come back down. Four sets down. I slipped, hit my tailbone, and evidently I passed up. I didn't know in time. I just felt pain and woke up at the bottom of the steps, and I looked around. In the corner of my basement, where my lips stood was the shadowy figure. I've never told my mother, I've never told nobody's. It was just standing there staring at me. It was tall and there. I didn't see the little star, a little bright light on your chest, but it was just in the corner, staring at me, watching me, seeing what's going on. It's weird to describe, but it's it's not really see through, but it's like kind of like a missed, like a really thick miss My hair hurt I was halfway there. I just remember looking seeing the shadow. As soon as I turned to get up from the water, it was gone. Soon as it left, my mother kicked the door down to the basement. I heard you follow what's wrong. From that point on to the hospital. After I got back, I just lived upstairs. I told my parents it was because I felt once I don't want to fall again. But honestly, it was seeing the shadow down there, having those feelings down there. I just could not go back. Things looked better from that point. My parents still lived there, was there ten years. We had a nice farm. Nothing really happened at that point until I started to move in with my wife. I got a new job. I met her years later. We've known each other for ten years. It just took off, one of those good things that happens in your life. Stayed with her for a while here. When we finally moved in, I just swept to my house, brought my stuff. We can do everything over here. It went very well. One day, I was sitting here before we got married. We were planning our wedding. Midway through the wedding season, I'm sitting on the couch, got off work, just really singing with a beer. Someone calls my name. That's happened before, but it's been a very long time. I don't think my life's home. I'm downstairs. Who's calling my name? Sounds just like my life. While I go upstairs, you know where upstairs? I look outside. There's no cars. Thought maybe she was outside. It was odd to spend many years since saying thing's ever happened. I just shake it off, kind of like maybe it was my imagination. A week or so after that, I'm sitting in the living room again. I see it at the corner of my eye of the shadow. I don't know if it was the same one, but tall, slim shadow kind of peek out from behind where my kitchen is, where my living room is. We have a wall that divides our kitchen to our living room. It's open on both sides, so you can just go in and do what you need to do. I'm sitting in front of the TV, which is larger the wall. I just see someone have to step out of the kitchen. I see arm, leg and a head just peek around the corner. Say as I turned my head to it, just gone. I go in the kitchen. No one's in there. Of course, it just feels eerie, like someone's there that shouldn't be there. That was it. The wedding took off, we got married, honeymoon, come back home, Christmas. Nothing ever happened to that point. That was last year. This year, I've asked my friend, my wise's best friend. He's more sensitive than I am. One day, I was up here in my room. I'm in now, my doorknob twisted. My wife usually is a sleep in the next room when she has work morning shift. I'm in here at night. You were some peace, so I give it back. This my life. Maybe she's tired, she's diabetic, maybe she has a low. I opened the door. It's pitch blood. I go maybe shelve down. I'll go check on her. She's in bed, passed out with her dog on us. Someone tried to open the door. It was not her. This is when I start feeling like I did back up my old house, like someone's here. So we're displaying it. Almost feel like you're not alone in your own house. You can't see it, but something, sir, the friend of my wife's, I sat down with him and I asked him. I said, hey, this is all going on? This is what's happened in the past. Can you sense anything? He does not, and said, there's a couple here. I asked him if it's my grandparents. He just said one of them. He didn't have a name, he just knew one of them's here. He said, he's just checking on, checking on you, on you. I said, okay, that's fine, I can I can live with him checking up on me. It maybe I feel a little bit more comfortable knowing that, at least partially is him checking up on me, making sure I'm okay. What weirded me out the most was he said, I don't know who it could be. The only person I could think of it I wouldn't know was my uncle Greg when I was younger. My imaginary friend. Is he here as he followed me the whole time. I have yet to figure that out. I don't think he causes me any harm or wants to do anything to me, But part of me just wants to know if it's actually just my grandfather or if it's my uncle Greg too. That's been about all that's happened lately up until this past week. It's just gotten kind of weird. I've been woken up with the ways spring of my ear again. I had to you're ready for work early. I went to sleep around ten. I woke up around three o'clock in that morning with someone just whisperinging my ear. I set up my life's asleep. I don't know what's going on anymore. It seems to be picking up a lot more lately. I don't know what's costed. I don't think I'm sensitive or anything. We were walking down New Orleans our trip, and my wife's best friend just goes, someone just died. We're like, what what are you talking about? If someone just died? We walk around the corner and ain't homeless man had died right there at that coin. He can sense those things. He can walk introm my house and go, well, something's going on. What happened today? It's just a little things that I can see and hear. I just try to take solace in it, thinking that it is my My grandparents call me to check up on me, looking over me, chans like post away, seeing things that they wanted to see that they couldn't odd length today. This actually my grandfather's ninety out birthday, But it was a very weird coincidence that literally, I'm at work. I just picked Anna. It is a spird time. Experiences like this have not stopped for Corey. Here's an email I received while doing the final edits for this episode. I'll read straight from it. Hey, I figured I should update you on things that have happened. Is our talk and recording. On the twenty eighth of this month, October twenty twenty three, me and my wife had a Halloween slash anniversary party due to us getting married on the twenty ninth. We got home and started getting ready waiting for people to show up, and her best friend, Jeff, the one who can sense things, came over. We all three, me, my wife, and Jeff were standing in our kitchen, which is a little off from our front door. I had recently locked the door due to my habits, and we just stood there talking and out of nowhere you heard the door knob turned multiple times like someone was trying to come in. We all froze and looked at each other. Due to the party starting at seven and it was only four. I went to the door and nobody was there. I even checked to see if someone was trying to open our other door, but no one was there either. When I came back in, Jeff said, well, someone was lit in throughout the whole party. I had to turn off my motion sensor pumpkins because they just seemed to randomly go off over and over of the night, even though nobody was there to set them off. So I think someone wanted to join in on our party. Thank you so much for the update, Corey, and of course, happy anniversary to you and your wife. Tell me your story by going to true scarystory dot com. You can get in touch with me over on a new TikTok account with nothing on it right now, but I'm also on Instagram. It's with the same username Edwin Cove that's e d w nCoV. To listen at free and to get the episodes early, check out Scary Plus. 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