Show Me a Sign

Today we have a story from Joscelyn, who tells us about her deeply personal experiences with religion and the confusion that comes with deciding on what to believe and why to believe it. We sometimes embark on this journey early on, but her case is different. With manifestations of entities, others experiencing similar occurrences and much more. My name is Edman, and here is Joscelyn. It's true scary story. I'm twenty nine now, but when I was thirteen, we got introduced to this church, the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Days Sayings known as Mormon. We were living with my aunt and uncle at the times they were really to the church. That's how it started with me getting introduced to religion. I've always been a got to go first, and I don't believe everything someone tells me. At the beginning, for me, it was a lot harder to join the church. When it came to God, religion, that kind of stuff. I was really like, oh, well, I don't know. I didn't because I felt pressure because my older sister, she was really into it. She was a firm believer, she believed it. When she was asked to get baptized. She right away was said yes. It took me a little bit longer because I was like, I'm not sure they used this different book that's not the Bible, and all those questions. I ended up getting baptized at twenty one. A lot of my friends that were part of the church were going on missions. This is where the men serve for two years. You go out and dedicate yourself teaching about the church, about God Christ. The women we went for a year and a half. It wasn't required as much as the men. Friends that were girls they were going on missions. They were asking me you should go on a mission, and I was like, I don't know. If I'm not really one hundred percent sure about this church, why would I go and talk about it and have people join. Eventually, I was like, maybe this is a way I can find out if this church is true. There would be stories about a lot of missionaries saying that, oh, my testimony strengthened because I went on a mission, or I got stronger because of my mission. Maybe this will help me understand better this church and God in general. I moved to my sister's house. She lived in privle Utah with her husband that had turned in all the paperwork. I was waiting to know where I was going to be sent. There's a lot of people that get sent to you a different part of the country or just different countries. I guess I'm back to California, to San Fernando. So I was like, Oh, I guess I would be great. I shouldn't be about to play. I'm supposed to be focusing on God. And before they send out missionary to the area that they're supposed to serve at, we go to this training center. There's one in Provo, Utah, and there's one in Mexico City. I got sent to the one in Provo, Utah. Let's say, if you get sent to Argentina and you don't know how to speak Spanish, you stay there for about six weeks to learn the language, get familiar with that and how to teach I guess the Gospel, the teachings of the Church in that language. But because I got sent to California Spanish speaking and I already knew Spanish, I was only there for two weeks. My last week, that's when everything started. Sorry, I just want to think about it. I get so scared. My second to last day. What's around all get I'm not sure. I don't remember because I try to walk it off, not think about it too much. But in the Mormon religion, week fast every first Sunday of the month. It happened to be Saturday. Saturday night is when we pray and we have our last meal. Tuesday we were gonna head out. I was in a dorm with three girls or two other girls, sorry I was a third one. I enjoyed the empty see, but I was still not sure about what I was going to be teaching, if it was real, if it was not real. So Saturday I prayed and I was like, if God is real, show me a sigh, her, X, Y, and Z. That was it. Sunday came, nothing happened. I was looking for a sign. Didn't think much of it. It was until that Sunday night that we were in our dorm. We were supposed to go the sleep around ten lights needed to be out, but we were a little bit more rebellious. We would put a towel by the door so you couldn't see our lights on. I was like, oh my gosh, we should be good, but we weren't. Sometimes we didn't want to go to sleep. Right at ten, the girl that was in the top bunk above me, she had knocked out. She was got asleep. The other girl, her bunk bed was closer to the door. She was sitting down on her desk reading her scriptures. She really enjoyed doing that reading at night. That was her thing. I was like, hey, do you want me to stay up with you. She's like, no, you can go to sleep. I'm only going to read for a little bit more. So I was like, okay, I went to sleep. In my sleep. I'm walking to one of the classes that were in the missionary training center. There was different classes that we would go to classroom and my dream, I remember walking to my home classroom. I'm going up the stairs and there's a hallway. Just the hallway was dark. The stairs where I was the lights were on. Just the hallway was very dark, and I was like, oh, okay, well, I'm gonna go to the classroom and turn on the light. That was my thinking. As I'm walking, I stopped right by the hallway. I turn around. I sensed there's something at the end of the hallway and it's really tall, this really tall figure. I can't tell if it's a man or a woman. It had this male presence though. I just looked at it. I just kept staring at it. It was really tall. It was not six feet, it was a lot taller than that. I couldn't see its eyes. It was just staring at me, and all of a sudden, I got really really scared. I started to panic in my dream. I didn't know what to do other than to just kneel down and pray. And I started saying, God is real, God is reel everything I had learned throughout the training center. I was like, God is real. I believe this. What scared me the most it was this figure started screaming at me. It got really close to me. It started screaming. It was really upset. To this day, I could still hear the boys. It freaks me out. And what scared me the most was I had a feeling of who it was. I don't want to say a thing. I don't want to track that kind of energy, but it just was really upset. His voice started shrieking. It hurt my ear. I was sweating. When I woke up, my left ear was ringing really bad. I turned around the girl that was reading. She was like, are you okay. I'm like, yeah, I just had a really bad dream. I felt relieved that it was just a dream because I didn't know what was going to happen. Next she said, oh, okay, well I'm going to go to sleep now. I thought time had passed. I thought she was going to be already asleep, but it had only been like a couple minutes. She went to sleep as soon as she turned off the light. I was just there staring into space. I was trying to figure out what had happened. After an hour, she knocked out she was at asleep. I only knew this because she's noorse. I was like, oh, she's gnoring, she's probably asleep. I'm going to try to go back to sleep. At soonest, I tried to go back to sleep. I opened my eyes because I felt weird that thing like in our dorm. It was by the door where she was sleeping, and I was like, am I dreaming again? I got up for my bed just kept looking at it, trying to think if it's a dream and my dreaming again, or is it there. I laid back down and try to go to sleep, but every time I did, I just felt it getting closer and closer, I would just feel this heavy. My chests would feel so heavy I couldn't breathe. I would wake up. I would just see it even more closer. But I started getting really shaky. And what scared me the most was when I started hearing getting on the bed on my feet. I was like, don't move, don't move, start singing like a church song or whatever. Every time I did, it was just this heavy feeling on my chest. I got up immediately. I jumped closer to my desk on the right side. I can't see it anymore, but I feel like it's there. So I just I'm like, I'm going to grab the Bible. I'm going to read some good old stories. Get good en. I just turned to a random page. It wasn't even like I had sticky or tabs. I're just gonna open to a random page. They got me even more scared. It was a story where Christ was casting out these demons, and I'm like, okay, so the Bible's not gonna work. I stayed up the whole night until my body gave out around four am. It was right there. It didn't do anything, but it was right there. It was just looking at me. Throughout the next year and a half. It would be there all the time. I would get so close to my face. I could feel it breathing close to my face. I would just put the cover over my head. I just didn't want to deal with it. Sometimes I would touch me so I would feel my body moved, like somebody was tapping me on my back. I was really scared. I think it was leather stay. They let us call our parents. Her mother say. I called, and I was mom, I want to go home. I can't do it. This thing is following me and will leave me alone. I can't sleep. My whole family was in that call, you know how Latino parents are, and my uncle, my dad, my family was there, and my uncle was saying, no, you can't come home, and you can't let it win. That's what the adversary wants you to do and doesn't want you to spread the word of God. But I was like, but I'm really scared. I don't want to do this anymore. I ended up staying in the church. I don't want to It's crowned upon if you come home early. It's always people saying, WHOA, she probably did something bad. That's why they had to send them home. I was really prideful and I was like, well, I'm not gonna let them talk about me. You're gonna stay and just steck it up in my mission. In our group on that location, there was a lot of missionaries as well that would say that they would see stuff or even at the training center. I wasn't the only one that had a bad dream that night. The other girls were talking about having very weird dreams where they would see ugly things that would scare them or they would wake up screaming. I don't know what it was. I was really upset at the time too. But God is a loving god. Why would he have to I don't know, make me go through that. He loved me, why let that happen? When I was in the training center, the girls that were in my dorm, they're like, you should tell someone, and I was like, okay. My thought is, well, they know evil exists. I don't have an answer for me. I did talk to one of the leaders and he dismissed it. He said, oh, no, it's just a dream. You'll be fine that this stuff doesn't happen. I felt like I was going crazy. That was at the training center. When I flew out to San Fernando, I had brought it up again to the missionary president. He oversaw all the missionaries that were in that area. I brought it up to him. I told them, I can't sleep. It started happening on this day and it has continued throughout this whole time that I've been out here. I can't sleep. I'm really tired. He seemed like he was listening to my story, but I, for some reason, didn't feel like he was believing me. All he said was like, oh, whatever it is, can't touch you. You're fine. You're protected by Christ. God. He did a prayer so that I could be okay. But thing happened. I didn't feel any better. The girls that I would be with, they would hear things, there were stuff moving around in the kitchen. They would feel weird at night. I'm like, I'm sorry, it's me. I felt really guilty that I had made their experience really scary. On my last month in the mission, it was when the other girls really really were scared. The rest of our story continues right after this stay with us. It was only a one bedroom apartment and we had to move our beds there was three of us. We had to move our beds to the living room because in that room we just kept hearing things move. We would just feel weird. We moved our beds to the room, and we moved our desks into that room. We're like, we're just gonna study there in the morning and when it's light out, we're not going to sleep there. We would just hear pets rolling the creek of the chairs, like if somebody moved the chair at night, or like it was playing with our books or chairs. I would just tell the girls just ignore it. They had already been like almost a year and a half since I had been dealing with that kind of stuff and had learned to just shut it down. For them, it was new, so I just I'm like, just ignore it, like it'll be fine. The girl that I was dorming with back in the training center, they put us together again. In the mission. We had a two bedroom apartment, but we slept in the same bedroom. The other bedroom was by itself and it had a bathroom. We never used that side of the apartment. That bedroom was empty. One night, I decided to go to sleep. Like I mentioned earlier, she liked to read at night, she stayed in the living room. She was reading. I went to sleep. When I was sleeping, I didn't hear anything, didn't feel anything. But the next day she mentioned, Hey, were you okay last night? I was like, yes, why well? I was reading in the living room and I heard pacing back and forth in the room. I thought you were still awake. I went to the room, but you were dead asleep. I just heard somebody going in and out, in and out, pacing back and forth, and I was like, no, I'll asleep. I was really hooked on melatonin during that time. I just wanted to sleep. The mission present I had sent me to go see a psychiatrist. He would ask me, He's like, well, and this made me feel really bugd So I was like, maybe I important to me, Maybe there's something wrong with me mentally or I don't know. He would just ask me like, oh, when you were little, dude, somebody look at you and made you feel uncomfortable, random questions like that, and I'm like, what are you talking about. I'm like no, we were like I've never had any issues like this. Nobody has, you know, made me feel uncomfortable that I can remember. The psychiatrist was like, I don't know why you're here, and I was like, you don't know. I don't know either. He just put me on some pills that were supposed to help with my blood pressure or something like that. I don't even remember. He was like, just take him at night with melatonin. That was it. I was taking those pills for a while. And that's saying my apartment where my mission companion heard the pacing back and forth. There would be times in the morning before we left out to go knock on doors. We came back because it was lunchtime and we were just going to grab our a snack real quick and then we're gonna head out again. On that side of the room where it was empty, we heard a big, alloud thing. Were like her, and we went over to well she did, I don't want to go. She's like, I'll go. She was a little bit more. She's more brave that she went. We had a shampoo in the bathroom there, but it was on the counter where there would be no way that it could have fallen. It was too far away from the edge and was spilled all over on the ground. I just told her, I'm like, hey, we should go. We should just just leave it there, don't touch it, let's just go. That was starting to get really weird feeling about it, to like, are you sure she would be clean it up? I'm like, no, let's just go. We left that whole day and I told her let's not talk about it anymore. Let's just ignore it that whole entire time, acting like nothing happened. Once we got home at night, we're just cleaning the acting like nothing happened. But it just kept following me everywhere, everywhere. I couldn't get rid of it. There was a time where I woke up around midnight. I saw one of my companions. She was awake. She was really scared, and I asked her, what's wrong. It's like, I can't sleep, why not? She's like, you said something. I was just looking at her. I asked her. I'm like, what did I say that? You're talking in your sleep and you told me that it didn't like me. I'm like, oh, I was probably just dreaming whatever. She's like, but you were looking at me. I was like, I am so sorry. I felt so bad. I just didn't want her to have that experience. The whole entire time. I felt guilty. We had some of good my own missionaries coming or like, can you bless our playing a prayer? They did, but one of the missionaries, he was barely new in his mission. He was joking around the girls. We got out. We had the front door open. Him and his companion who had been there a little bit longer. They went in, a younger missionary. He was like, ooh, ghosts, you know, making those kind of comments. I was like, oh, the latina was coming out. I was just gonna grab him and flap him. But I was like, oh my gosh, I have to be good. So he's like, oh, ghols. They said a prayer in the living room. From what we could see, we didn't go in, but as soon as you opened the door you could see that bedroom where we didn't sleep in and was really dark even with the lights on. It just felt weird. I told the Lucia was like, can you go say a prayer in that room? They just made a face. I don't know if they felt it. They're like, oh, can we say it that in the living room will be throughout the whole house. They sort of prayer. They left. We went back in a couple hours later. They sent us a text they were the younger missionary who was making comments like that. He would say, oh, edmana Velaskaz or sister of velaskis I want to apologize for earlier. I was like, oh, it's fine. He feel like when we got home, all of our watches and all of our clocks were turned upside down. Their watches stopped working when they got home. He said, I want to say I'm sorry. I should have not made those comments. I said, it's okay, just take care of yourself. That's all I said, because in my head I was like, I'm Then I spoke to one of the bishops. He was Latino. I felt like he would understand me a little bit more. I was talking to him, I was like a bishop, I had been experiencing these things, and what he said. I don't know how factual it is, but at the time he made me feel a little bit better. But he's like, oh, yeah, that's common with us Hispanics. For everybody who goes on a mission, that's Hispanic. We experience those things. We're sensitive to that due to our ancestors. There's a lot of spirituality in our blood. We experienced that. My wife, who served a mission, she had something following her as well. I did too, You're gonna be okay. It made me feel good. He actually did it like he cared compared to these other people that I had talked to. I don't know how spatual this is. It made me feel good. Even though once I went home and had stopped for a little bit, That's how it ended. That's how my mission ended. With that, we would still hear stuff, but it wasn't as scary anymore. We were just ignoring. I flew back home, the activity stopped for a little bit, then it picked up again. Once I moved out of my parents' house, I moved out with one of my from high school. We're currently living in this place. It's a townhouse. The rooms are upstairs kitchen, living room, with downstairs. First months, I had an air mattress I had just ordered on new bed. I was waiting for that to get delivered, and on laundry day I took off the sheets. I noticed there was a handprint by where the pillows were. I wanted to go look at it. The air mattress house is swayed textured to it, so I thought it was my hand. Maybe I was sleeping with my hand underneath the pillow, because that's what I do. Sometimes I try to put my hand to see if it was but whenever I would put down my hand on the air mattress, there was no print. I measured to see if it was my hand, and that hand was a lot smaller than my hand. I have pretty small hands. I took a video of it, and I sent it to my uncle and I was like, hey, can you come in to you a prayer to our place because I found this. He said, okay, I'll come in the afternoon. I remember showing it to my boss. I'm like, hey, look what I found. She made the remarks that it looked like a skeleton like a hand. It was really thinging with long fingers, but it still wasn't big enough to be my hand. I was like, I don't understand that. She just googled skeleton. Probably it looks like I'm like, oh my gosh. I'm like, don't say that. I had just forgotten about that mission experience. I had put it und the rug and moved on from it, and I was like, please don't tell me that. She's like, I'm not kiddy, that's what it looks like. It was that night that my uncle King. I showed it to him. He tried rubbing it off, but it wouldn't come off. He's like, okay, let's go downstairs. He said a prayer bless his home. He tried rubbing it off too. He wet a towel and really really scrubbed it off. And he'd be like, okay, just you know, delete the video. Don't keep that video. It's it's not good to keep those kind of things. Deleted the video. I did not want to deal with it anymore. Say no more, I will delete it. And he's like, pay attention to your cats. Animals, they usually can see more than we can. Just forget about it. But he did give a look to the other guy that came with him. He wasn't really telling me everything. He's just, oh, good, the prayer work, everything has gone. Your problem was solved. But I could see it in his face that he had this worried look. I feel like he just didn't want to scare us because my roommate was there too. He left. After he left, it did feel a little bit better. It stopped her a little bit. But my roommate started hearing somebody calling out her name. She would always be like what. She would be downstairs. I'm always in my Room'd be like, did you call me? I'm like no. She would be like that for a couple months. A few months, she'd be like, what, Like, Erica, I didn't call you. Stop yelling. I'd really call you. He's like, okay, I swear I heard my name. When she kept hearing her name. She used to do hygiene, It's like, oh, I forgot to lunch. There was a patient that I had. She's a psidekick. She told me that my grandpa was in our apartment. He was just trying to say goodbye. I was like, do you really believe her? When I first heard the voice of somebody calling her out, it was a woman's voice, I was like, are you sure? That's scary? Just tell your grandpa to go away? Like crossover already. There was one night I was on my phone watching a movie. I had my AirPods on. It was full volume. I could not hear anything outside of the movie, and so I heard this songkay I had pods because my ear felt weird. I took off my air pods looking around. It was almost midnight. Was it the movie or did I I remember putting my AirPods back on and rewinding the movie. I did not hear any hay and nothing and made me really scared. I just turn off my phone. I need to go to sleep now. My cats they jumped on my bed and I were acting weird. One was by my left ear because ever since that experience with that's framing on my left ear, I don't sleep without it covered. I'm like, Okay, you're gonna be my blanket tonight. I don't have to cover it. But a lot of stuff hasn't been happening, not at the Longman right now, it has calmed down. I hope the States like that. I hope me telling this story doesn't make it come back. And I've been scared throughout this whole time. I don't want to trigger anything. How do these entities choose who to show themselves to? And why? You know what you think in the comments or via TikTok or Instagram. I'm at Edwin Coche. That's e d w I ncob. Did you know there's a real story about a haunted castle in the woods. I have an episode about it on my other podcast, Horror Story. If you can find it by typing in horror story on your app right now. It's the one with the yellow letters, Because always you can support the shows by trying out scary plus details are in the description of this episode. Thank you very much for listening. See soon.