Marked From Birth: Stories of a Generational Haunting

Some families passed down heirlooms, but others passed down something far darker, from a childhood spent clutching a bible under the light, to a presence that grew stronger with every child that she had. There's a story of a shadow that stayed. Even with flight around and the moment it. Finally let itself be seen. My name is Edward, and here's Tracy's true scary story. So We're going to go back to the very beginning, because I'm pretty sure this thing follows the familial lines through my mother's side. So I did not have a very good childhood. Things were going on with so called real life say people, and I was tossed between my grandparents, my biological mother and my biological uncle and his wife. At the time, the things that. Went on in the background were mostly unnoticed. My mom pop caused my grandmother and grandfathers. They lived in an extremely old, run down, one bedroom cabin out in Morganton, North Carolina. Once she turned off the main road, it was pretty much only three houses between that and all the way back in the little haller where my grandparents' cabin was, you crossed this little bridge over the creek, and then it was kind of a little plateau and then everything started going uphill. They had a little clearing around the cabin, and he had a tall pole barn where he kept all his tools and everything, and the rest just straight woods, mostly like pine trees and that kind of thing. And that is where my happiest memories of childhood happened. And that's mostly because I was allowed to be a child. I can have vague memories of just contentment, which was very rare for me at that time. And it never felt like I was alone, but not in the heart race and something's going to get me way, but in a more comforting it's going to be all right. Once that sun started setting, that was a different story. That's when funny things started happening. I'd hear fussing where did this go? Such as keys or a belt or a pair of shoes, odds and ends constantly not being where they were left. But as a child you don't really think about that. It just was. But unfortunately I was moved from their home for the last time and I was put back with my aunt and uncle. This home was very physically abusive. I was kept in a room typically without a bed or anything. It just had a blanket on the floor, a dresser, and a closet that was kept shut. Later on, I started my kindergarten year later on there, but before that, unless they needed to go somewhere that would take too long and they could not leave me legally, I was kept in the. Room at that time. I can't really say any of the things I would hear was not an other person or thing, because I couldnt physically see. But this leads me to the best interaction I have ever had in a positive way. We lived in a single story brick house up on a hill, and then kind of down the hill and across the road there was a two story old white farmhouse and they. Had sheep and things. But to the left of them. Was a little shabbier, older looking single story farmhouse, like a little country house. There is this little old lady that lived there. At the time, I did not know that, but one day there was a knock on the door. I'd be surprised if she even stood five foot tall. She was just a tiny little thing, and she had this big cloud of white hair, and she asked them if she could take me to church with her. I guess they feared it was a way to get me out of their hair. They said, yes, I really believe that is when I met an angel in flesh. I never saw anyone come visit this lady. I don't know anyone around her, but she would faithfully come get me on Wednesday nights for Wednesday service. That's when I met God. God has proven himself real to me many times. That is where I got saved. And it's a huge thing. But I don't know how to describe it to you. There's other experiences. I have looked into this many times, and the best way I can to describe her is an angel on earth. And I don't mean that in the sense of there's some people who are just so good and so kind that that is a figure of speech. I mean I feel like she was an angel made flesh. This lady saved me many times. She called light to a lot of things that were happening in the home that should not have been, and she gave me a chance to be free and introduce me to the most important person. In my life. It's really important to note because I feel like that is what got me through some of the scariest moments ever, I was placed into foster care. Later that year, I started in a group home, and then I was placed in my first standard foster home placement at I believe I was almost seven. Somewhere in between there I found a children's Bible. I have never been able to find it online or a store or a used website. I cannot find this child's Bible anywhere to repurchase because I looked for my children. Was very tattered, like the binding of the Bible was barely holding on. You could see all the threads that kept the pages bound together very clearly, and the cover was so worn. And this thing was huge. It was probably a good five pounds, and it was very detailed, and not only the writing, which was so close to a standard Bible compared to most children Bibles. It was crazy, but it was illustrated in a way that was classic. I can't tell you how this. Bible was put in my hands, but I have very distinct memories of this Bible, and I can't tell you when it disappeared either. I remember it clearly with me, and then just one day it was gone. And I think that follows along the lines of meeting my angel. I think divine intervention has stepped in during this point in my life. I have never met another child at that age as suicidal. I did not feel the need to be on earth with the way my life was and the way my mind was twisted up at that time. I feel like God needed to step in for me. And that's why I find it so peculiar that I cannot name where I got this Bible, who I got it from, and I cannot tell you where it went. Was it thrown away? Was it given away? Was it put up? It was there one day and gone next, and it showed up very distinctly when I had to leave the area where my angel was. It was very helpful in me learning Christianity as a whole. But I also think itself protected me in a different way, just like the lady did. This Foster home. It was a two story Victorian home and charitable. It had the big columns in the front, and then you'd walk through the front door into your right through pocket doors was a living room. It's an old Victorian home. Everything was very squeaky. You could hear where anybody was walking or stepping or talking. Even in the kitchen. You could hear them upstairs It was just a very nice home, but older home. At night, I would hear like somebody was walking. I had a very hard time sleeping as a child anyway, so when I went to sleep, it was like I was gone. You could drop a bomb and you could not wake me up. I used to be teased all the time for how hard I slept, so that kind of gives you an idea of how much this kind of alerted my nervous system. I could hear someone kind of walking down the hallway and it paused by their son's room, and I thought, what in the world is that. Maybe I slept through someone coming upstairs and they're just checking the house out. But then it continued to in front of my door, and it paused, and I kind of held my breath. I had a little twin bed, so I was laying in it to where my feet was towards the window the front of the home, and my head was towards the. Interior part of the house. But I had a direct sight of the door if I kind of looked down my body into the. Right just a little bit. I kept waiting, and I heard the creak, and I heard the rattle, and it just barely. You could hear the latch just enough that it came out of being latched, and I'm waiting for someone to poke their head in to check to make sure I was still in dead that kind of thing, because I was very used. To that at this point. But nobody ever did. And I didn't hear any footsteps leaving or going down the stairs or anything. It was just gone. So from that moment on, I refused to sleep to the point I would throw the biggest tantrums unless I had a night light plugged in and I slept my back against the wall with the night light plugged in directly above me and my Bible laid open faced between me and the rest of the room. A lot of people can say that it would be trauma or you know, a PTSD response. I was not afraid of a person. I knew what that felt like distinctly. This was not fear of a person. I just knew, even with my little mind, that if I did not have that Bible between me and whatever was coming in at night, I was a goner. This thing just scared me more than death ever could, and I knew something worse than that would happen if I did not have that layer of protection. My best reckoning is that because now that my physical person was in a safer spot, the spiritual attacks and the realm around us started making itself very well known. The footsteps, the doors randomly opening and closing on their own. That followed me through another five foster homes until where I'm going to take you now. From that foster home, I had a felt adoption, went back to that foster home, I went through three other foster homes, and then I had another adoption at the age of thirteen, still in North Carolina. This was again a very rural place. Out in the country, down a dirt road in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees. I would get in so much trouble because they considered me oblivious, and I don't know the correct word, but they thought I lost everything. And if I wasn't doing it on purpose, then there was something wrong. Because when I tell you, you could lay a piece of paper directly in front of you on your bed and then you turn your head and by the time you turned your head back, it was gone. It was insane the amount of activity that was going on. So how this house was set up was she used to run an in home daycare on the bottom level of the house, and it had these tall glass doors that you kind of see at stores and restaurants that it has the bar that you push to get in and out and the twisty locks that locked it almost like a dead bowl, but it was not a standard door. I usually kept a shower curtain pulled so that I didn't have to see out of it at night. But I had a little teacupture while I named Max, and this night he was just barking and barking and barking, and I thought, Okay, well, maybe he's got to go to the bathroom, and I let him out. She paid to have a street light basically right next to the house in the middle of the property, and this is the only light in a large distance. If this light is not working, it is pitch black out there and you will not find a light source for probably another five or ten miles. This light was on, and it kind of eliminated the backyard a little beyond the fence and over to the side. That kind of tells you how much you could see in this area compared to outside of this area. My door faces the backyard that is lit up by this light, but with the clearing until you get to the trees, probably another five hundred yards till you hit the trees, so there's a good amount that's still black. He is on the little concrete area right outside the door and not quite into the grass, and his little body is just straining with all its might, growling and barking at whatever this is. He is a very protective little dog. He had all go and no quit, but this was abnormal. Yes, most chihuahwas bark a lot, but he really did not. And I just knew something was out there at the time. I'm thinking, maybe it's a coyote. I need to go get him so he don't get eaten. Right as I put my foot right outside the doorway, I saw a shadow in the corner of my eye. Again, I'm in this light. There is darkness, but it's like a perfect circle of bright neon white light from the street light. There should not be a shadow right there. I just, instinctively, I guess it's my animal brain said don't let it know, just clear as day, don't let it know. So I'm using my perhipheril to try to make out what this is. So I know what my next steps are, so at the time, my brain is just screaming, get your baby, get in the house. Don't let it know that you know that it's there. So I'm standing there trying my best with my periof girl to make out what it is. Now. I'm five foot three. At the time, I was maybe one hundred and ten pounds, so again, not a very large thing. But when I tell you, this thing was massive, probably a good seven foot plus tall and wide. It looks like I could have fit three of me side by side and that would have made up how white it was. And it wasn't a square. It was a bipedal figure like two legs, but the arms, the arms were not right. It's like the tip of its fingers hit its knee level. And again, this thing is massive, so long, dangling arms. It's such a dark shadow. I'm not getting any features, like I don't see clothing, I don't see It's just solid and black. That warning, you know, of not letting it know that I know it's there. I don't want to call out to my dog because I'm worried if I speak out loud, it's gonna notice me. It feels very distinctly like it is staring at Max. I just made a split decision. I darted out, and about the time I got my hand on him, Mind you, the wind is not blowing. The chain link fence starts rattling. I could hear that, and I just knew it's coming. So I dart back to the door and I rip it open. I throw him inside, and I kind of whipped myself around, and I'm holding the store shut with everything I've got in me trying to turn the lock. And you've got to turn it a good two and a half times to get it fully locked. So between the time of me running out to grabbing him, getting back in and slamming the door as hard as I can, I wouldn't say it was no more than thirty seconds at most. I look up and it's there. It is right there. There's no way for a shadow to exist in this air. With the light and how the area was set up, there is no rational, scientific way to explain a seven plus foot tall shadow just standing there. To this day, I've looked at everything from relating to what I think is following my family to as far as kryptoids like a sasquatch or a bigfoot, whatever you call him in your area. When I tell you, I have tried every possible explanation for this figure and nothing fits at one to the tea, nothing does. I can't explain it, I really cannot, but needless to say, I did not sleep that night, and Max was not allowed to use the bathroom outside at night time. Ever again, I'm up letting it know that I know it was out there because you would hear things breaking in the woods. And now not like you know, deers walk in or squirrels. You can hear little twig snap here and there, and the leaves crunch and that kind. When I say things breaking, I mean it sounded like large rocks being broken. It was so unexplainable on any rational level that it just had to be of the unnatural. I'm saying that because it seems like whatever follows me and my family, it takes any natural, unnatural occurrences where you're at and amplifies them by a thousand and almost turns them more aggressive. If they were already aggressive, and if they were not an aggressive presence, it almost makes them aggressive. Everybody around there had little, you know, unexplainable accounters, but nothing that felt that serious from the people I talked to. So I don't know if whatever this thing was was aggravated by the presence that follows me, or if it's just my look. As they say. If you go out and you know the country or sticks anywhere, there is always someone who has seen a sighting of bigfoot or sashquatch, whatever you call them in your area. Like there was a general like gas station area that older men would hang out in. I would listen in to some of their things, and they probably thought I was a silly kid, so you know, I asked them about it, and then I asked a lot of people. I was in high school at this time, so I would ask people around me because in this area, well a lot of rural areas, even teenagers hunt, and to hunt you usually have to be in the woods. And where do most of these occurrences happen in the woods? So I would ask people if they had ever experienced anything weird or not normal in the woods, and if they said yes, I would kind of question them further, and I would usually try to wait to see what they described to me, and if they described something that did not match, I didn't bring my side up but if they mentioned anything relating to a shadow in the woods, which there was I think two girls that had, But even then it did not exactly match up with what they saw. They kind of saw something peeking around trees. They did not get to see a full figure like I did. So I'm not sure if we saw the same things or not. But one of them lived maybe five minutes away and the other one lived on the other side of town. So could it be related, most definitely, But can I say for sure absolutely not. I absolutely refused to go outside. Of that house. And I mean we had cows, pigs, chickens, we had it all, but I did not care. I was not leaving that house as soon as it went dark, and I never did again. You know, I had many times I was on punishment because I refused to leave the house. I just couldn't do it. It was bad enough that I had to wait up the driveway for the bus to come down. I had built a little shack up there that I could stand in on those winter mornings where it was still dark out. I refused to be out there without any kind of shelter. After that moment, it did not let up that entire time. Me and my adopted mother had a conflict and I left that home. At seventeen. I graduated high school and I left within a month, And that kind of leads me need to more today the things that happen still to this day very frequently. I moved out of that house and I moved to the fore edges of Boonville, to almost East Bend area. I lived with my friend at that time, and she lived in a single wide, very old little town. And when I say very old, think of the old Appalachian mining towns type old where it's kind of battered and secluded, and that kind of way. If you're at her house and you go to the left, down the road to your right is the creepiest road I have ever experienced in my life. And it's this very near windy, curvy road surrounded on both sides by kudzo covered trees, and it's even appearance creepy, like not so much in the daytime, but especially at night time. If you continue to directly straight, it's kind of like in a V shape. It's very close together. I have always had an almost irrational fear of this road, specifically a section that's like a quarter mile long til you get to where you make a right to go up to her house or a left to go across the bridge. I have never ever felt comfortable on that stretch of the road, Like I roll up my windows, I triple checked. That my doors are locked. Bright's on, Like I could not handle this road at all, and Lord forbid somebody wanted to stop right there. Well, I'm sorry, you're a had a luck. I'm I'm leaving. I'm gone. I don't know what went through our heads at the time. We decided to start walking at night time because it was very hot. Daytime walking was just pure miserable. It is so humid here the first two nights, you know, other than just who it's so dark and creepy because there wasn't really street lights. Down this road. Didn't think much of it, you know, I of course watched all around us, but it wasn't a frantic searching the darkness for things. It was just alert, listening for sounds that sounded different, seeing if any shadows. Moved just enough spooky that it. Kind of gave you that slight thrill and got your heart pumping a little bit. But it was fun. After that second or third night, though we only did it a week later. I can't tell you a specific thing. It was just that impending sense of it's gonna get you. That sounds crazy, I know, but if you felt. It, you felt it. So we actually started going the opposite direction. Instead of making that left at her driveway, we made the right. And there's a church again, maybe a quarter of a mile up the road on the left, And we would walk up there to the church, and we would sit there for a little bit, and then we would walk back. And this one night, the pretty much the last night we did it, that feeling was so strong that was darned near an owl. My head was twisted so far back on both sides, trying my best to keep eyes on everything around us. It was intense. Right when we were. About to the church, it sounded like if you've ever heard someone slighting their feet on asphalt, it's kind of a found. It sounded like that was behind us. So we ran to the church at that moment, and we sat on the steps and we stayed there for a while, trying to talk up the nerve, discussing maybe calling somebody to come get us, to take us back to her house. We eventually just had to race ourselves and do it. Because it was so late, there was no one really awake to come get us. We went as fast as we could to her house, and we never did those night walks again. It's relevant because this feeling is the same feeling I felt that night at my first foster home when it first started. This was the feeling that followed for many years until it kind of faded into the annoyance of just things disappearing. This is the first time, outside of that figure that night, that this intense of a feeling had started back up in a long time. So I feel like this is tied to whatever follows me. I wound up pregnant with my oldest daughter later that year, and I winded up reconnecting with my biological aunt and everybody who was living in Florida at the time. I wound up going down there for my pregnancy, and this is where I found out that it was not just me that had something life wrong with them. According to my aunt, especially the females, it don't really bother the males in our family as bad, Like they get the bad luck and that kind of thing, but they don't have the physical seeing hands on kind of experiences that the females in my family do. I find that peculiar because obviously. That means it follows my maternal line. She told me that the most extreme that they would experience as far as hands on is they would have the disappearing items, the misplaced items, and then the whole family had inexperience together. So it's my aunt, her husband. My aunt has my three cousins, and then her husband also has two children. At this time, I think it was just my aunt, her husband, and my three cousins. They had left home and they had a load of laundry in the dryer, so they left home. Everything was normal. When they came back home, a blanket had been removed from the dryer and spread out flat completely like straightened out on the floor, and the dryer was closed. Still they still to this day do not have an explanation for that. But that's pretty much the most it has ever antagonized them, outside of moving things and making them lose things. But she did confirm that a lot of the footsteps and the things moving and disappearing that is very common. I don't know if my experiences as a child or if the interaction with what was there that night at my adopted home. Enhanced it. I don't know what it is, but it seems very strong when it comes to me. I've looked into like bloodline. Curses, and I have tried a lot of the prayers and fasting that goes into trying to break generational and bloodline not good things because there's others. It's not all curses. There's generational trauma and all kinds of things. I've tried several different and it's not really Again, I fully believe in the power of God. He's shown me enough to know with absolute certainty that he He's real. This seems to really be intense for the first daughters. After I had my daughter, I would hear and see doors opening and hear footsteps and that kind of thing daily instead of you know, maybe once or twice a week, every single day, sometimes multiple times a day. I eventually came back to North Carolina when my daughter was four months old, and this takes us to the most intense time of it in my life. She was about nine months old. I think when I got my first place to myself. This is the first time I've ever had a place of my own where nobody else lived there except for me and my daughter, and it was a single white trailer. Now, if you're walking down this hallway, to your left, the very first room was my daughter's room, and then you walked a little bit further down, and to your right was a sunroom that had the back door and everything. And to your left right there across from the sun room was the bathroom that had the laundry room inside of it and everything. And then you walk a couple more feet and there's a very last bedroom in the n and of the mobile home. That's where I slept because of how things happened in that house, my daughter slept with me there since this was my very own place and I didn't have to worry about other people. Now, I didn't have much money, so I couldn't go all out, but I made sure every single room had a cross in it, and I went through and I prayed through each room when I moved in, you know, trying to just give it a clean, fresh start for me and my daughter. Now at this time, I did not have a TV. Again, I did not have very much money. The living room only had two couches in it and a little like a stand where a TV would go, but I didn't have a TV. I did not have a dining room table or any of that, so it was mostly empty except for those three pieces of furniture and the island to the kitchen. Her bedroom had her crib and a few little odds and ends that were her baby toys and that kind of thing in there, and then it had built in bookcases in there, and that's where I had a ceramic cross, a little bible like one of the little handhelds that you get. I think it's called a traveling Bible. And I had all that on her shelves. And then my bedroom had my bed and her packing play and again my Bible on the nightstand. I didn't even really have a lamp in that room, Like it was pretty bare in here. And I say that so that when I say you would hear thumps of things falling over or being knocked into, there's really not a way for that to happen, because there's nothing there to fall or knock into. Even though I prayed. Throughout the home, this was happening, and I think I really really made it mad. My friend that I had lived with at that time, she had had a son and she would come over with him and some of her other friends fairly often to this place. They experienced it as well. Now, mind you, outside of my family, this thing had not made anybody that I lived with a believer until then. Anybody else who caught the kind of backlash of my experiences had to their minds a rational explanation. This was so intense at this home. It made her friends that she brought over with her believe of the paranormal. It was so bad. You would be sitting on the front porch. Because we smoked cigarettes, and because I had a child, I didn't let nobody smoke in the home. You had to smoke outside. We would be sitting out there smoking. Mind you, none of our babies are old enough to move around, so you can't explain it on the babies either. So again, our front porch, if you open up the front door, it's pretty much a straight shot because it's empty and it's just a long mobile home. You would be sitting there and you would hear like a grown man full on sprint from one side of the mobile home to the other. You would just hear boom boom, boom, boom boom. Of heavy feet running but you can see there's nobody there. You know, rationally nobody is in there. So how do you explain that? It made a lot of these people. They would come hang out, maybe once or twice, and then they wouldn't come back. They were too scared to One time, I was using the little bathroom at the opposite side of my bedroom. I had gotten out and the shower stall is directly across from the sink and the mirror above the sink, so the mirror was foggy, and when I get out, of course you can't see anything. It's foggy. So I wrapped my towel around me, and so I wipe off the mirror and I send a selfie to my friend to ask her about my hair, I believe, and she said, there's something behind you. I start freaking out. I whip around. There's nobody there, so I'm like, what do you mean? And she texts me back, look at the picture. There is somebody behind you behind me. It looked like a foggy figure. And I know you're going to think steam you just had a shout. No, this was a gentleman in a military uniform, not a modern uniform. Think civil war Revolutionary War, an old school uniform with that little funny hat and the belts that kind of crisscrossed across the chest, and the long button sleeves. And he had kind of a handlebar mustache with the long sideburns, the kind of beard that goes underneath the chin that kind of covers the bottom of your jawl and the top of the throat, kind like his chin was bare, but underneath there. Clear as day, you can make out. Details like the eyes, the nose, the mouth, the beard, the uniform, the buttons on the uniform. There's no way that this was steam. Now that's the only time I've seen an apparition like that. But that falls into I think the thing that follows me kind of agitates whatever area I'm in and whatever could possibly be there, It's going to show itself stronger than it typically would. This is when it started breaking my crosses, that little white cross that I had said I had put on my daughter's shelf. Me and her were sitting in the living room. She was eating cheese puffs and playing with her toys, and I'm sitting there on the couch watching her, talking to her, playing a game on my phone and I hear shattering, so I jumped up, I grabbed her, and I ran outside and I waited a minute, and I didn't hear anything else. I didn't see anything else. So I eventually went back in there and I sat her on the couch and I started investigating. Now where I heard the sound come from. There was only two possible abilities. It was either her room or the bathroom. I went to check her room first, and that's when I looked at her shelves and I noticed that her white cross had been shattered. That's when I knew for sure, like I already knew, but that was confirmation that this thing is not good news. From that moment for it, it almost made it cocky. I had left the home with my daughter, and when we came back, every single cabinet door in my kitchen and both of my bathrooms and in the buildings were wide open. When I came back, all of. Them were standing exactly the same way the doors to the cat is. They were perfectly straight out, not kind of crooked or slanted. Every single cabinet was opened the same way. Some of them that were so tall I never even used because I could not reach them, perfectly opened I had to use a broom to go through and close them. You asked about other people seeing something. My friend that I had lived with at that time, she had had a son. She was in the kitchen washing her son's bottles. Both of the babies were in the packing place in my room down the hall, so she had a perfect eyeshot seeing back there. Mind you, we're both so uncomfortable with the things we have experienced here that we did not feel comfortable leaving the babies in the house by theirselves. She was staying there doing something while I stepped out to smoke, and vice versa. So I was on the front porch smoking, looking at her through the front door, and she was sitting there washing the bottles in the sink. I hear her drop the bottle. She kind of screams. I immediately walk in and she said, there's something down the hallway. There's something down the hallway. I don't even question her. I just take off running. I snatched both babies out of the packing place and I hauled my butt outside to the front porch. That kind of disturbed both babies a little bit, so we had to take a minute calming them down. Once they got calm, and we're still sitting there. I'm like, what did you see? She said she saw something so tall that it was kind of hunched over in my sun room's doorway, and when she had looked back there from looking at the bottle, she saw a thick, kind of dense smoke blow. Out all the way across the hallway. I asked her to kind of describe the figures she saw. She couldn't really describe it. She just said, it's just big and talk. I was like, you know, what color? Is there any distinct features? And she could not give them to me. She just said it's big and it had red eyes. That was the only distinct thing she could pick out of it. If what she saw was related to the thing I saw, then the only hope I do have is God. I wound up moving around for a while. At this time I had met my now husband and we had been living together for about a year. Together for about a year, I had my second daughter. Mind you, Like I said, the first daughter seems to be the most extreme, but each kid you have, at least from my experience, it seems to amp up the activity. So once I had left that home with my first daughter, and started moving around a little bit. Things had died back down to just the odds and ends being moved. I don't know if settling in and putting roots down made it stronger, or if whatever was naturally there at that house kind of fed it and gave it even more power. I'm not really sure. But I had my daughter, my second daughter, in twenty eighteen, and that's when it kind of picked back up a little bit. A lot of the time, if I was not with the other kids, I was in my bedroom, either on the bed, laying down with them or feeding them. In the same locations, I either was in the living room with the other kids, or I was in the bedroom with the baby. This time I was in the bedroom. I had just fed her because I'm breastfeeding and she's little. I'm sitting still, so I'm not moving. There's no bouncing around, nothing to cause this. I had her baby swing in the corner of the room, and then my bed, and then the bathroom directly on this side, and then across from us was the TV, the dresser in the closet. I had a bag sitting on top of the swing, and while I'm sitting there feeding her, I'd noticed that this swing starts swaying back and forth a little bit, and I'm like, m I don't like that, and so I got up. I sat her down, and I make the swing sap. Mind you, I had just got up to stop the swing, so I know the bag was still still cure when I sat down and started feeding her again. This bag comes from the top of the swing and about three feet away from the swing on the floor, so it wasn't just a simple drop like maybe whatever which I have no explanation for, made the swing move. It kind of unstabilized the bag on top. No, this thing was thrown or pushed really hard. I immediately said nope. By this point I had done a lot of reading and studying and in depth watching of things, and the main point being is you act like you can't see it, can't hear it, pay it no mine, because any type of attention you give it feeds it. So I just picked her up, I walked out of the bedroom. I sat down on the couch and finished feeding her out there. I did not tell my husband or anything, because he is very much a non believer. He is if it cannot be rationally explained, it's not real, so I didn't even bother with him. I had reconnected with a foster sister. I had let her know what had happened because she is my prayer buddy. Me and her pray together all the time when things are going on and one of us needs some extra help. So I let her know so that she could pray. And I had let my friend who had experienced these other things with me know. The consensus was, oh God, it's starting again. I think I kind of starved it when I did not give the type of reactions I had before, because by the time she was three months old, it had kind of died down again. I think that's when it started focusing on my oldest daughter, and that's how I know, at least in my personal experien parents, that firstborn daughter catches it worth, which I am also a firstborn daughter to my mother. At this time, my oldest daughter was three years old. Her and my youngest daughter had a room, and then my step son had the other bedroom, and my stepson, he's only about six months younger than my daughter, so he was also two and a half ish aged. We had everything blocked off and baby proofed and everything, so everything was pretty safe. So I just let them run around in this area. That way, they didn't have to stay with me, and I didn't have to stay with them if something needed to be done, like you know, cleaning dishes or sweeping or something like that, I could trust that they were safe playing where they were. They were running around playing, and then I just hear and my heart dropped so fast, and I took off. I dang Meir ripped the baby gate off the wall trying to get through, and they're running up the hallway towards me, and I'm like, what's wrong, what's wrong? Baby, what's wrong? And she said that Spider is trying to get me. I kind of paused, and I'm like, spider, you mean like a little spider? Said no, Mommy, it's big and it's black and it's taking up the whole corner of my room. Mommy. I go back to the bedroom and I look, there's nothing there, and I'm like, can you, you know, tell mommy what it was. And again, she's only almost three. While she's pretty good talking even with her speech impediment, she's still only almost three, and all she could explain to me was big black spider. When I asked her to point it out to me. It took up most of the corner top corner of her bedroom, and she tried, Bless her heart, she really did try to explain it to me. She just culdn't. She just knew what she saw and that's that. And then one day that friend was back over with her son. They were running around playing. This is a few months after that first sighting, and this is when it decided spider wasn't scary enough and it kind of shape. Shifted, is my best guess. They were in her bedroom again, all of them, including her son, started freaking out really bad, and that's when Wolfman came into picture, what she called Wolfman. Her description of him is that he was very tall built kind of like hulk like he which I took that to mean he had a bunch of muscles and he was big, and he had a wolf head, which would fit I guess the stereotypical definition of a were wolf. But this was not based around a full moon or an actual creature in her room. She said that she didn't see the spider anymore and it was this creature. And again she didn't know what a were wolf was. She had never seen them. Read about any. Of that, you know. I asked the stereotypical questions for a were wolf, was it wearing clothes or this or that? And again her only descriptions was he was big like Hulk, and he had a wolf head. Apparently all three of the children saw it, so it wasn't even just her and the other children. They were only able to describe the wolf head. With red eyes. Red eye seems a common theme with this thing. Both of my children had issues sleeping for the next years, getting her and her brother, her stepbrother, to sleep. I was in and out of there most nights. Some nights I actually slept with her, or I took her to the couch to sleep, and on you know, some nights i'd get her to sleep. I would go in the mornings to get her up and check on her, and she would be asleep pressed against the door. It terrified her. My oldest daughter will be ten soon. They most nights sleep in the living room right next to mine in my husband's bedroom. They do not have good feelings in dark rooms, which, yes, that's kind of a typical childhood thing. But this has been a very consistent, unchangeable thing from that very first sighting of the spider on. I would like to say it got somewhat better, but it really has not. And I guess my daughter is old enough now that she doesn't see as clearly, because you know, there's a whole theory that the very young are more susceptible to experiencing the supernatural because their brains are still open. So I don't know if that's kind of relevant and true to this. But she doesn't really have very many visual experiences and has not since she was about three to four years old. She just says that she hears things like I do, such as footsteps and knocks and bangs, and it's a lot. I was in the middle of cutting up stuff in my kitchen and I had my phone and my earphones and my earphone case and everything sat right here on the counter. While I was cutting up the tomato, one of the younger girls got hurt because I did have another child, so there's four total, and I had went to deal with that, and when I came back, my earphone case was gone, and I still have not found it to this day. None of the children were in and there, none of the animals were in there. This is a wide open space, so it did not fall behind something, even though I don't know how that would happen in the first place, as it was in the middle of the counter. It just gone, still never to be found. But there are other times where you do find things. I had a little pocket knife that I had gotten from my husband, and I had it on my little entertainment center in my bedroom, and that was its spot. You know, some people have designated spots for their key using their. Phone and that kind of thing. This was that pocket knives area. It never left unless I had it in my hand, and then I would always put it right back. One day I went to get it and it was gone. I questioned all the children. The children had not touched it, nobody had messed with it. I asked my husband and he said when he had left for work that morning, he saw it in the little pouch right there in the entertainment center when he was getting his stuff on. No, he did not take it. And I couldnot find this thing for three days. And then I was going through one of my kitchen drawers and there it was just sitting right there, playing a day like it was waiting for me to find it. These kind of things happen almost every day. Like I say a prayer daily when these things start happening, and I feel that's kind of helping suppress a lot of the more aggressive attacks, like when it was breaking my crosses and crucifixes and rosaries and those kind of things. I have always been very sensitive to what is going on around me as well. For me, you get chills, like every hair on your body will stand up, and every goosebump you. Can have will have goosebumps. Listen to it. Just listen to it. Reach for your protection, whatever that may be, because it's real. It's really real. Be careful. That's the best I can say, because anytime I have went anywhere and knowingly or knowingly with this activity that follows me, it has gotten so bad to where even others have experienced it. It's really real, And be careful what you. Inbot Tracy, thank you so much for your time and for your stories. You know that advice that you said at the end, where we're supposed to be careful. I think that part during our conversation was what stuck the most with me. There was an idea, you know, of the what do we have as protection, whether that's something physical, a memory, a thought, a teaching maybe like you know, and teachings in the Bible, something about you know, from whatever your protection may be. Some people use different objects, you know, for this kind of thing. It's interesting to think that we all have that protection idea, whether we know it or not. We do kind of go for I don't know, a certain thought, a certain place maybe where we feel safe. So it's good, you know, to go toward those things when we experience something as dark as this. In the very beginning of the story with Tracy, she mentioned real life scary people, and I think sometimes that can be far scarier than something paranormal. You know, actual people, like for example, when you go out in the woods and you encounter somebody, that's scarier than hearing a sound you don't really know where it actually depends. Right There are definitely, you know, people that are up to no good out there, and they can be very, very scary. Also another note here that I have is about the things disappearing, you know, things that are going away, like you left your key somewhere all of a sudden they're gone, or things are misplaced, or objects actually moving but you can't see them move. They just appear moved. There are a lot of thoughts about that in at least in Latin American countries with when this, you know, little people kind of like gnomes or elves, little things that appear and they're just trying to hide things. However, in the story that I've heard here other places, these things might not be specifically you know, might not be because of that of the wind. They were a little thing appearing there, but something much darker. Something to think about. Also, the idea of something being passed down through bloodlines, it's the thing that keeps recurring. So yeah, there's an episode that I made for another podcast, Scary Story Podcast specifically, that I talked about fear, like actual fear being passed down, Like are you afraid of something because maybe your mom father, somebody down your family bloodline was afraid of that same thing, or maybe it's an actual haunting that's following a family. Tracy sents in her story from her experiences in North Carolina, everything kind of got started. It's very interesting to know if we have listeners from that side of the country. Really cool. Let me see we have some comments here from our last episode. We're gonna go through them real quick here. Yeah, this is all coming in from Texas, Texas. Really short out for episodes here. Moses Alvarez says, great hearing all the shout outs. I've been listening since almost the beginning nine seventy nine. Brian in College Station Area Cool. Shadow Fox five five seven nine, says Melissa from Mandeville, Louisiana. I really love listening to this podcast at work before we open and while while we clean or clean and cook. Can't wait for a long episode. This is a long episode. Actually, Yeah, we're gonna try to stitch them together, so hopefully we can. You know, it's gonna take a little bit to get get all sorted out, but we'll try to find them so we can get slightly longer episodes. Let me see, Peter Lala says Hi from OKAYC. I love listening to scary stories. I do like the long ones. I own a cleaning business, so I'm constantly listening and cleaning. Keep on coming. Thank you for being an amazing host. Thank you so much, Peter. I appreciate the comment. Shout out to your area the Okay See cool Let me see. I am a California listener, says LV Valentine nineteen ninety nine to ninety one. Love all your podcasts, but this one is number one. I'm a role mail carrier, so listening to all these stories out on my route definitely freaks me out. Keep up the great word to you and your team. Thank you so much for this. This is actually really creepy job. I'm gonna take a note of this so that way I get to hopefully come up with a story for the other podcast, scary story podcast about a mail carrier, rule, rural mail carrier, interesting job, really cool Shelby Slaughter. Oh my god, oh imgggg. Shout out to Texas baby out here from Dallas to Brownsville and everything in between. My new Year's resolution is to control my emotions and vibrate higher so I can tap into my gifts. I believe we all have our gifts, just have to unmask them. By the way, if items can be haunted, then I bet there are tons of haunted cars. I love you, Han Take, Thank you so much for all you do. Appreciate the comment here because there's a mention of haunted cars, and you know, I've always thought of haunted cars, especially junk yards. Cars in junk yards, not necessarily cars that are being resold and stuff. But like I'm saying, have you ever walked to one of those places late in the like the sunset's coming in, you're walking along. I've had to make trips down there a few times, and it feels like a graveyard of cars. I mean, that's actually what it might be. But there's a story that I wrote a long time ago for a scary story podcast that's called it's called Haunted. I forgot what it is. One of the very early ones. Its called Leave the junk Yard or something something like that. Really eerie vibe that it gives out. Nick says, I've missed your content. Yeah, we took a little break for Christmas and started the year, but we're back. Wednesday nights is our publishing schedule. Come back next week. Please please also make sure to subscribe. If you're you've seen the subscribe button or a fall a button, whatever it might be on the app that you're listening on, tap that leave us five stars. That way, being subscribe is going to help you with actually getting the notification when when a podcast comes out. Five Stars helps us out with our general ratings within the app itself. Apple podcast in Spotify. Really use those stars to either bump our ranking or you know, they we let someone else, someone else take the spot, So we want to keep it, really want to keep it, So drop some stars for us. Thank you Nick for that. Madeline Crespo Rodriguez says, listening for Puerto Rico. Puerto Rico also love the longer podcast. Yeah, I guess this is coming back. Longer podcast is a really popular topic here. Cool. Actually we I didn't know this was such a huh. Actually, we're beginning for a couple of episodes in a row of people asking about the longer podcast, So I think, yeah, this is a priority. If there's any other topics, other ideas or suggestions that you have, let me know so that way we get to make these changes. Also, you know, the feedback about the ads also was a very important thing in shaping how we frame our new season here for the podcast, So appreciate. This, says. Hearing the stories told by the people who live them is better. Okay, that means although I have to tell you. Have an excellent narrator voice. Maybe not not right now because I have all nasally from the allergies that I have, but thank you for me, the paranormal is real. Although the only thing that has happened to me is a visitation by my late cat. These stories are so interesting to me. Keep it up, Thank you so much. This is the cat thing. It's a very sad thing. You know, when we lose our pets, we can still feel them and hear them sometimes very I mean, they're part of our families, right, I mean I used to feel like, yeah, dogs a long time ago. They were like to me. I perceive them as, oh, they're in the backyard, they're cool to play with. But then you start realizing they have personalities and they have you know, their own ways of playing and stuff. It's very cool, very cool to see. I love dogs, by the way, cats, I'm not so into I'm allergics cats unfortunately, but uh but you know, people are very attached to it, to their pets, so it's it's cool to know that they still make their make their their presence known after they pass. And I know, I uh h r d Z and none of this maybe, Campo says. If you like, then check out is a radio show, a really old radio show that I mentioned had a very interesting story attached to it. But I'm gonna look into we'll see what this is. Thank you for that, Kristen oh Man, this was a wild one. This is for the episode on Haunted camp Grounds. We see a lot the lot of them as all this let me see I got lost it for a little bit. Thanks for sharing this, Edwin. I don't do antiques because I'm not at all trying to bring something else into my house. My spirits are enough for me and at least I know that they're good. Keep it spooky. Yeah, thanks so much for that, Kristin. It says next one Corridora. Hi, I've been listening to in twenty twenty two. I love these stories, even though they freaked me out for Melbourne, Australia. I'm in Shanghai now on a train, still listening. Wow, these stories reach really really far away. Super cool, Tracy. If you're listening Tracy from you know, the person who submitted the story here. Look how far your stories go. This is super cool. It says I've tried getting friends and family to listen. As well, but I was unsuccessful. I don't blame you. You know people, Yeah, I've asked me, can you share this? They're like, I think they get scared. I'm like, I kind of forgot how scary these stories could get, you know, so that people might not be into this kind of thing. But super cool. Kady Vardiga says, Wow, while this episode was amazing, I'm from Connecticut, by the way, missing the episodes when we don't get them as often. I'm thinking about telling my scary stories. I commented on the episode before this about working in a motel and I actually just found out the house I lived in for a buddy year and moved and moved out because unexplained things were happening. Someone had ended their life in the house weeks before moving in. You know, I heard an interesting story one time, something similar, where they knew that somebody had taken their own lives in that particular property, but they still moved in anyway, and they didn't believe something could happen. But then things started happening around there a deep sense of sadness. This is what they were experiencing, which you know, understandable. Monica replied to this comment saying, I'm Connecticut too. I believe that Connecticut has so many hauntings and paranormal activities than we know. Also, if you believe in Bigfoot in Connecticut alone, We've had twenty seven reports, twelve being from the Litchfield County. That's so much more than I thought it would be when I searched it. Monica, if you're listening here, let me know what you search for that. I want to was it from the actual organization, like the Bigfoot organization, because I found a bunch of reports on there. It's it's so weird to me how this is hidden. Still We're like, how we don't know about this stuff? And I'm still finding so much more. Smith Tank says, I love your show, Angel from sothern Oh, love your show Angel from southern Wisconsin. Cool. Thank you so much for listening, Emerald. I love the purple use for the picture. It's always so pretty unsatisfying. Audio sounds really good on this one. Sometimes it's really hard to hear. I completely completely understand that the whole audio thing we're actually setting. We used to have a thing where people would send in the stories, and as we're listening, usually it's me and what it's me the one that takes to calls. As I'm listening, I kind of adjust, like, hey, can you move the phone a little bit this way or can you adjust this? But we set up standards now so that way we get to when we hear stories, we can we have like a same sound coming coming through. Plus we also try to clean it up and post and sometimes they're very difficult to clean. Take us a little bit longer, but we're putting in the effort. And this is all things to your feedback as well. You know, we know to keep this Ismael says, loved this episode. Oscar says, well, I never knew you could comment on Spotify from Fort Worth, Texas there, Yeah, Oscar, like we can leave comments on Spotify. Isn't that cool? Apple should do this? Come on Apple, you get these get these comment sections going in there. This is these things are cool. Faith Burger says skin walkers are only located in the four Corners in Navajo Nation region. Yeah, actually that might. Yeah, skinwalkers are yeah, a native idea native creature. Like it's that's why I said I think I mentioned it. Yeah, we have to be careful with how we express ourselves with this because there's so much more that we don't know about this, you know. Sean Sean Lamb says, Finally, I've been checking every day, sometimes two to three times a day because like it's been weeks, but I'm pretty sure it has not act it might have been weeks. Thanks for that, Thanks for listening to Ratha Natcho. Thanks for the shout out there you go RGV South Texas the nine to five six Peyton. Exciting to hear some camping paranormal experiences, though I've never experienced any of myself. I grew up camping in the land between the Lakes area of Kentucky and Tennessee State and would come across rich in history places, even a few spooky graveyards while horseback riding. Look at that. This is this is super cool. This is kind of what I want to do. Come on, I really want to imagine just finding out spooky graveyards going on horseback. Sun is setting or it's already dark out there, living the life. Curious if anyone out there is experienced anything there, and to hear more camping story sometimes. Thanks for the video, Edwin. I think video. Actually you might have gotten a video, but it was an audio file. But yeah, Spotify sometimes changes into video and gets a little cool little. Captions on there. Let me know of you listened that way, because I like actually look reading podcasts. I guess listening and reading at the same time. I feel like the shows stick more super cool. Things so much. Peyton Lola says, finally, been waiting. Finally, I've been waiting overnights. Yeah they do overnights, it says, So I've been bored without these stories. Yeah, jeez, Like I always say this, I don't know how you guys do this. Listening overnight. It's eerie stuff. But yeah, we're back Wednesday nights. Wednesday nights, our stories come out. This is considering Central time. Central time, is that what it's called. I guess like Texas time. Hello from San Marcos, Texas. Enjoy our stories. I listen. We'll be working on the line. I listen while working on the line. I work in a factory. Yeah, super cool. See like those those jobs that they have, those shifts all the way deep into the night. So glad they let you listen. But still just be careful, be careful out there. You know there's some scary factory stories too, for sure, if you just asked around you might find some. Let me see. How b Our says, Wow, love listening to this young man. Maybe he should follow his father's footsteps and be of pastor too. Yeah. Actually it was a very well spoken like throughout the whole conversation. It was very it was very expressive. I really liked that. I really liked the style that he had to communicate. Really cool. Thanks so much for that, Lilac or Lelac says, send in more stories people, Yeah, agree, send in more. Larissa Ramos listening from Lovebock, Texas is my favorite podcast. Thank you so much for listening Page Hello for Mississippi. I look forward to hearing your stories every week. Cool. Thank you Paige listening for Mississippi. There's a lot of stories in Mississippi. If you know of any places or know of any people that have stories, please let me know. Let me know, Paige, there's a lot of stuff there. Evelyn says, can I get a shout at Edwin. I listen to all your podcasts that are free and I can't wait for a longer one. Yeah, of course, Evelyn hre shout out to you wherever you may be. I appreciate you listening. Also, thanks for listening to the other podcast. Actually, all of our shows are free except the new. Some of the new like new episodes come out a week early for paid subscribers that are on Scary Plus those subscribers really help help me out with some of the production costs in the shows. But all of our episodes should come out free, like they're all available, and if you don't see them available, if it's just like it's blocked and like it hasn't unblocked for whatever reason, let me know because that's a mistake. We're also trying to find more ways to publish them everywhere, like even on YouTube and like as the same time at the same time that we publish here. So I appreciate you listening. We have by the way, for those who are finding out that we have more shows I do. I make Scary Story Podcast Horror Story which horror stories about true mysteries and hauntings. There's also Paranormal Club, which is video and video podcast. And then I always mentioned Scary Story Podcast that's fiction show. So I write those stories every week. They get well. Actually last year we had a little bit of a. Of a setback near the end of the year, but we're back and all the stories are being written every single like I write them every single week, and you get a short, creepy, really creepy story, kind of like creepy process now and then let me see a new comments. Actually got this recently. Jeremichael says, Mohawk estates, is this where the campground story happened? It says, sounds exactly like our same campground. I don't know, you know, usually we don't. Like there was one caller who told us the exact location for a place and the only reason is because there was nothing there left anymore. And I was like, I want to edit that out, but he's like, no, it's okay, Like nothing's there anymore. And I was like okay, and we left it, and. I was like, I don't want people to to get harrassed or whatever later. And it's a big place, right so we try to do our best to not show locations. But who knows. Am Bullard says, you're from Alpaso, aren't you? Or New Mexico. You have the accent and grammar. Not sure if they were referring to our caller from Haunted Campground or if that was Jacob, or if they are talking about me. I'm actually from southern California, so my parents are from the northern part of Mexico, Sonora, so might carry some of those accents. AnyWho, those are all the comments we got. Thank you so much for submitting them. Next time, I feel like we're gonna go through some other earlier comments and then the rest of them might. Do on a live stream or something. We've been getting a lot, which is really good, really good problem to have, but still at beginning some comments that people are liking the comments section at the end in case you want to stick around past that, I mean past this actual story to get to listen to all these So I. Appreciate all all this that you have. 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