The Last Hug

In this emotional episode, we get to hear about life after death of a parent the many signals that show use that they're still with us. My name is Edwin and here is Enrique's true scary story. My family has always been like super religious. It started off with my grandma passing down her beliefs to my mom. My grandma was always the one that would carry around the little prayer book with her and her rosaries. She would stay with us sometimes or she would stay with one of my theos uncles and aunts, so we got used to her being around. The earliest memory that I had would be in the first house that we ever lived in. It was the only house that we lived in until the fact it got burnt down in the wildfire recently this year. I want to say it might have been like two thousand and five, when I was about like nine years old. My little brother always used to sleep walk and sleep talk in that house. It was both my parents, my mom and dad, my little brother, and my older brother. Me and my brothers would share one room. Meanwhile, my parents would have the room next to us, and the three of us were sleep together. I remember one night my big brother woke me up around I want to say, maybe two three in the morning, and he was asking where my little brother was at, and I told him I don't know. He then points out to me like he's okay, I watch this. He's going to be in the kitchen and he's going to start crying and he's going to say he saw someone standing behind him. And right when he finished saying that, he goes five or three too, and when he gets to one, he points towards the kitchen. He started crying from the kitchen. My mom and dad all wake up, like everyone's up at this point, and we all go run to the kitchen to see what's wrong. And he's just standing there like still like half asleep and crying. And once we finally get him to calm down and I'll tell him, tell us what happened. He tells us that he saw my grandma behind him that had just passed away I want to say maybe two years ago. He said that she was reaching out towards him. That's when I turned towards my older brother and I was like, what, how do you know that? He said that he Later on that day, he had told me that he had a dream that my little brother had gotten up in the middle of the night, slept walk to the kitchen, and the only reason he saw that shadow is because he saw my little brother open the fridge while he was still asleep, and that he saw like this shadow figure standing behind him. I feel like the ouse has always been like the fives, or the energy has always been weird, because electronics would randomly turn on. I remember for a couple months straight, my parents' TV would turn on in the middle of the night. This was back when it was like the big box TVs, and it would just randomly turn on to a channel that was just static, and it would be full blast, full volume, and they would wake everyone up. There would be random times where we would be sitting in our rooms and then we would just hear something fall or something drop from the kitchen. My dad would stay outside in this garage where he had his own TV, and he would stay out there to watch his baseball games. It would have been getting dark already at this point, so maybe about seven or eight ish, I was inside alone watching YouTube on my phone. I had my earbuds in and all of a sudden, I start hearing like this deep like labored breathing. If someone was having trouble breathing like a smoker's breath because my dad used to. My mom tells me that. She told me he started smoking around like maybe eight to ten, so he started smoking really young because they were born in Mexico and they came over here. So after the first two times, I thought, oh, maybe it's the video that I'm watching, so I rewind the video. I pay extra attention to the video, and then I don't hear it. So I'm like, okay, whatever, I just go to the next video. Not even a minute or two minutes later, I hear it again, and at this point I'm thinking, like, oh, it's my dad. He's he came in from his baseball game like he would usually do, to come in and get some water and then go back out. But I didn't hear the door open, so I thought, oh, maybe it was like a part of the video that just blocked out the noise. So I get up and go into the kitchen. I check everywhere, and I don't see him. So I go outside and go into the garage to check on him, to see if he had come in to try and maybe scare me or prank me, because we have that kind of relationship. I hear that the TV is still on before I even get out there, and the baseball game's on, and he's just laying down in his launchair that he would watch the games on, and he was like knocked out cold. He was snoring, passed out, and I was like, Okay, it couldn't have been him. So I go back inside. I lay back down on the sofa, and I go back to watching my video. After the point, I had forgotten about it and I had started to relax again, I hear it again, and this time I'm annoyed because I want to find out what's happening. So I take out my earbudt and I just stand up and say, whatever the hell's happening stop. I sit back down, go back to watching my video. I start relaxing again, and then I start feeling like all the hairs on my body on the back of my neck just start to stand up and prickle. And right as that starts to happen, I feel like this icy cold hand grab the back of my neck hard. I jump up, scared, like thinking, oh, my brother or my mom had gotten back and they like were playing with me. When I get up, I turn around and there's no one in the house, like nothing at all. I'm looking down in my arm like even now I'm all my hair standing up. I'm getting goosebumps just thinking about it. But it was this icy cold hand, like if you had just left your hand in a bucket of ice and water for five minutes straight. When I told my mom this, her way of joking about it was telling me that it was my grandma to try and tell me to stop being like a dumbass. That the house has always felt wrong, and I want to say it might have been reason that my parents were always arguing and getting into fights and stuff like that. This was another time that I was home alone and my parents were outside talking and I was inside, like in my room, cleaning up the room and like fixing things. Their stereo in my mom's room turns on and it's like pretty loud. It turned on, and like later on, I ended up telling my mom because she heard it turned on, and she was asking me if I was in her room, and I was like, I went in there to see if you were in there turning on the radio because it turned on loud. Later on, she ends up telling me, like, you know how that radio turned on that was your grandma's favorite song, and I was like, dude, what Because when she had passed, I was pretty young. I want to say, I was like maybe seven when she passed, and I remember that night that we went to go visit her in the hospital. It was like one of the windiest days here where there were palm trees like getting ripped out of the ground. It was like really windy. But that night is like something I still remember. Eventually, as I grew up, my parents did fight a lot, and my dad ended up telling me that he was tired a bit and he was going back to Mexico with the money that he had been sending over there to build the house, that he was going to stay over there, and that he wished es the best of luck. So he left me and my little brother at this point, because my older brother had already got married and moved out. He left me, my little brother, and my mom there to pay the bills of the house. He would still come and visit, I want to say, maybe twice a year, or whenever he had to have a doctor's visit for his medicine. Whenever he would come back, my mom would always joke about like how he would have witches or like who has putting spells on him? Because he would come back and she would say his eyes look different, because my dad used to have these green hazel eyes. The last time that he came to visit was in twenty twenty three. I want to say, like for Christmas. My mom told me that like his eyes looked blue this time, that they weren't like haze or green. She would say, like isla blue has the ones that are out in Mexico that are doing things to him. And she, even though she's super religious, she always believed in like folklore because she was the type of mom to tell us about la yourna and ekku to try and get us to like behave. She would tell me like owls or witches, and especially like in our neighborhood, like up in Alta Dina, I would never really hear owls until my dad would come back from Mexico, which made me start believing what my mom was saying, that like owls were riches because if he was coming, we wouldn't hear any owls, and then suddenly he would have visited and we'd hear three of them at night. We would go walk my dog at night and we would hear them and she would say that they're following us and me trying to light light in the mood and make a joke out of it, because at first I didn't want to believe that they were. I would say, oh, somethusmares like they're here to follow you. They're like, they're trying to talk to you. She would just give me that typical Mexican mom look like she's pissed. I would just laugh it off and we'd go back. I got back from work and I had got gotten into the shower. I remember feeling rushed because I knew that he was going to leave soon. For some reason, I started to think, like, in the middle of the shower, I have to hurry, I have to get out there, and I had to hug my dad goodbye soon. Right when I had that thought, like, he came out to the door, knocked on it, and he said, okay by me. Johanos memo was like I have to leave already, like I had to cut and catch the light back to Mexico. I always regretted the fact that I never got out soon enough to hug him goodbye, because that was the last time I ever saw him in person. She ended up passing in March of twenty twenty three. I got the news after getting off of work. I came back and I noticed that my sister's truck, my niece and her husband had also came. That everyone was in the driveway. So I came and I parked my car, and my mom had came out to greet me, which usually she didn't do, and I was like, Okay, something must have happened, someone must have got her, or there's something serious going on, because she usually they don't visit this much. I saw that it was my sister, my nieces, and her husband and they were all like in a serious mood. So I was like, Okay, what's happening. This is like at the point where my sister had broken down again, because I saw that her eyes were already like red and puffy, and she just broke down. She told me like my dad had passed away. He had been out with friends and he had been drinking. That they got into an argument and instead of like him trying to stay in like fire or anything, he just ended up like driving home. But since he had been drinking, and especially in Mexico, he didn't like wearing a seatbelt. On the way back to the ranch, they filmed his truck that had flipped over and he wasn't wearing a seatbelt, so he ended up passing. He hit his head on a rock. After that, the following day, we got the soonest flight back to Mexico, and my mom said that she didn't want to go, that she had no reason to go because they weren't on the best of terms. So she stayed back, even though she was upset that because it was the man that she married after all. She was upsetious, but she stayed behind me and my sister and my brothers. We all went to Mexico after we had the ros audio at the ranch that my dad had after everything was done, it was just me, my sister, my brother, and her cousins who had drove us there. Well, they were talking outside because I had already come to visit this ranch and I had lived with my dad here for six months before I had gotten really sick and I had to go back to the US. I was sitting in his room just talking out loud, talking like if he was still there, telling him how I missed him and that I wish she wouldn't have been drinking, and that he would have used the seatbelt. My sister calls me from outside, telling me like it's time to go, that we had to leave already. I get up and I tell I say out loud, I love you, bomb like I miss you. I have to go now. I get up and I go to turn off the light, and right when my hand reaches the switch, like the lights starts to flicker on and off, and I pulled my hand away, thinking oh, maybe it was like me like accidentally hitting the switch, or I had some static charge or something like. Trying to reason it away, I took a step back and I said out like bye, is that you? And the lights flickered on and off again. I was just standing there like dumbfounded, and I quickly like I called my sister my brother to come in here. I was like, come in here, thay, my dad's still here trying to talk to us. They come in and I go, but tell them you're here, to show them that you're still here with me. The lights just completely shut off without anyone being next to the light switch. And at this point, like we're all crying and we're like it's just really emotional. My sister hugs me, and she ends up telling me like, Okay, we have to go now. We're gonna miss her flight if we don't. So everyone leaves and I stay back a little bit longer, and it like, right before going out the door, I tell him like I love you, like I'm miss you. We go back to the US, and I was still really depressed. I started drinking a lot. I stopped going to work for a week straight, and I was just really depressed, and I was at this time, I was suicidal, and I was thinking about just like ending it all. I remember when night I just ended up drinking so much I passed out in bed. And I remember this dream so vividly. The best way that I could explain it was maybe like an airport or like a subway where there's like a bunch of people that are doing like their daily commutes, like just people passing back and forth. In the background. I'm walking through like this airport slash subway, and I see my dad and he's like facing me, and he's holding out his arms as it's like to say, it's gonna give me a hug, and I run up next to him and I hug him tight, and standing next to him, there's this man but I can't see his face. It's just a bright, like really bright light covering his face. Just I thought it was weird and I didn't pay much attention to it, but it was just like this really bright white light covering this guy's face standing next to my dad like with a hand on his shoulder. I look at my dad and I tell him like, I don't know what to do, but I miss you and like I should have said goodbye. I should have spend more time with you. And he's telling me like, don't be sad like these things happen. He's telling me like, you can't stay like this forever. You gotta go on. And he tells, you can't stay like this. It breaks my heart to see you like this, and I tell him I don't know what to do. I feel lost. I wish I would have been there to like actually hug him one last time before he had to go. And that's when he hugs me and he says, I wish I could have said goodbye to you too, And then he tells me like, yeah, I didn'tkaid me. I have to go now, and I start crying I'm telling him, like, no, don't leave me. I don't know what to do without you. And he hugs me, and he says, you have to be strong. You're the man of the house. Now you gotta take care of your mom and your brother. I had to go now me home, and he gives me a strong hug. And that's when the man that's sunning right next to him, what the bright light covering his face, reaches out. He puts a hand on his shoulder and I wake up sitting in bed, just crying the uper tears falling down my face, and I feel like someone's hugging me really tight, just emotions overflowing. I'm sitting there crying. I still feel like someone's holding me tightly, giving me a really strong hug, and I say, oh, I should have hugged him one last time before he left. And that's when I feel like the person stop hugging me, and I just end up passing out again. Even though my mom didn't go to the burial, she said that she had her own experience. When we were over there in Mexico. She was crying and she told me the story. After I told her about the dream, she said that she was crying in the backyard and then this flock of mourning doves comes and lands on like the trees next to her, and they start singing, and she looks up at them and like she says, that is do yeh? Is that you? And after they started singing, like, I started seeing them more at work, and I would always say whenever I saw them, like on a lamp post or just like hanging out on the power lights, I would always look up in that and said, hey, Pod, like thinking like that's you watching over me. I would always just and I still do it now whenever I see like a mourning dove hanging around on the power line or anything, I just look up at them and I said, hey, Bob, knowing that he's still watching out for us. After life had gotten back to normal for us and we had gotten out most of the grief from my dad's passing, life started to go back to normal. I started going back to work again. I started going out with this one girl. I don't really know how to explain it. Like she wasn't into not fully satanic stuff, but she was into like the idea of like astrology and all this other stuff. I always thought it was like very witchy like paganism and stuff like that, and we would hang out a line and we were starting to get into a serious relationship. But I remember one night, getting back home and going to sleep, I had this dream again where I thought it was my dad, but the dream started off where it was these two fish in a pond. I want to say it was like a mix of two dreams that I would just swap scenes back and forth. First there would be a scene with my dad just talking to him and like just remming and seeing about old times, and then it would swap to the scene of these fish just swimming around each other. I remember in the dream just feeling something was weird, Like at this point it had become lucid, and I was able to realize, oh, I'm dreaming, and I looked down on my hands, and I was like, this is weird. And I started noticing something else was weird about this fish. And then I realized, I'm not talking to my dad. Something feels weird about this, like it doesn't really seem like my dad. And that's when like this like the image of my dad just like melts away into it's black goo and it slides into a pond and then the fish just gets absorbed into this ball of Google. It comes out of the pond as like this tall, like shadowy figure with just glowing red eyes. This really I don't know how else to describe it, but this disgusting looking smile on it, like just super wide, like covering its whole face. That's when I start feeling really weird. And that's when I hear like this deep guttural voice say to me, like we're gonna play. And that's when I wake up and I have sleep paralysis for the first time in my life. I can't move my body. I'm breaking out at this point. I'm like, I'm getting chills right now talking about it. I can't move my whole body. I'm trying to look around, move my head, and when I look over to my right as far right as I can, I see the tall, shadowy figure for my dream just standing there next to me, like smiling, and I start to hear it laughing. Even though I hadn't been religious up until this point, Like during my childhood, I was like religious. We would go to church every Sunday, we would pray before going to bed. But after my dad passed, I had stopped doing all that because I felt like God took him away. But when this happened, I started praying. I started saying Jesus helped me, and it would just laugh at me. Every time I try to say Jesus. I just kept praying and trying to say someone helped me, like someone saved me. The laughing got louder and louder, until I was trying to my heart is just to say Jesus help me out loud, but all that would come out of my mouth was just like And when I finally got the word Jesus out like, it stopped laughing, and it looked at me like serious, Like the smile on its face just got smaller and smaller. And when I finally was able to say Jesus helped me, it just went away. I was able to break out of my sleep paralysis and I sat up and I was like dripped in sweat. That was the first time ever that I had gone in sleep prolysis, and I had, for some reason, tied it to this girl. So the next time that I saw her, I told her like, hey, I don't think this is going to work out. I don't know why, but I feel like there's something attached to you that tried to mess with me, so we have to break things off. I stopped talking to her completely, and I told her like, do you need to go to church. I think something's attached to you. There's something able, and you just need to get help. If it was like attached to me, I don't want to come after you. And if it was attached to you, I think you need help getting rid of it. The second time ever that I had sleep prolysis was after the fact of the wildfires that happened in California. Our house was completely destroyed in the eating fires. For the first week we stayed with my own go on and then after that we got like an airbnb and then this airbnb. The way it was laid out was it was in the back lot of another house. In the back right corner was the small bedroom and that was the bedroom that I got because I got to pick last of the bedrooms. It was always colder than the rest of the house. In the mornings, it would be walking into a walk in freezer. I want to say a week into staying there after the fires, that's when I had my first sleep proalysis and I had it twice in one night, which had never happened before. This was my second time experiencing it. The first time, I didn't see anything, I didn't hear anything, but my knee was hanging off of the bed because I was sleeping on my side. And usually when I hear about these stories, I hear like they're sleeping on their back, they feel some pressure on them. But the first time that I felt it that night, I was like, thank God, nothing's happening this time. It happened last time, but I was still really scared, and I stayed up because I saw it was like two in the morning, and I was like, Okay, I don't want to fall asleep when it's three in the morning because everyone always says it's like the witching hour, and just in case like I got sleep proalyssies again, I was like, just to be extra sure, like I don't see anything, I don't feel anything, I'm not going to fall asleep until like past three. But my body was tired, and eventually I ended up passing out before it was four o'clock, before the witching hour had passed. That was probably my biggest mistake. I almost immediately after passing out, I wake up again, and I start feeling that feeling like electricity going through my body. And I've learned that now that's what the signal is for, like sleep prolyssis, at least for me. This time, I was completely on my back and I start feeling like the bed start to lower slowly. I'm laying completely flat, so I can barely look down enough to where I can see where the mattress is slowly sinking, and I feel something start to get on top of my lap and then like start to lean forward on my chest. And when this started happening, I remembered, like what happened the first time that I ever had sleep paralysis. Like I started praying. I started saying Jesus helped me. The same time as the first. I couldn't get the words out. I felt like someone was just trying to push all the air out of my body and I was gasping for air. I was trying to move my whole body around, like struggling to get up. And then when I finally got the word Jesus out, that's when I start hearing like this disgusting ex hello bro. And then I feel all the pressure off of my body just leave I just got the biggest chills down my bag, saying that the whole experience for me was like the next day, I didn't want to go to sleep at all. I wanted things. Some part of me made it all up. So I went and I pushed like every inch of the mattress down. I messed with the pillows. I tried to recreate the sound, and I couldn't get anything close to that sound. I wanted to find a reason to help me think that I was just making things up, that it was a noise or something, but I couldn't replicate that noise at all. The next night, I didn't go to sleep at all. I stayed up the twenty four hours. I started to get sleepy. I just went to the bathroom. I splashed water on my face. And after that night, I started praying the Rosary every night, and I still do before going to sleep, just to make sure that never happens to me again, thankfully in this new house that was staying at until our house was rebuilt. Like, I don't feel anything off. I can sleep with the lights off, I can sleep with the completely pitch black. I have nothing wrong with it, as long as I pray the rosary. But there's nights where like I'll wake up at one or two in the morning and I'll be like, oh, I didn't pray the rosary, like I forgot, and I will start doing it immediately to make sure like nothing happens. After the first couple of days, I was like, Okay, I lost everything because we got evacuated. I want to say it was and it's just like a strange coincidence, But it was like the Witching Hour because we got woken up earlier that night by all of the amber alerts, but we didn't smell smoke, we didn't see the fires or nothing, and we had got in alerts before saying oh there's during an evacuation zone, and nothing ever happened. So we thought it was the same thing because that night we had gone to walk my dog and we saw like the smoke off in the distance and we thought, oh, it's going to be put out before it even gets anywhere close to us. But we got woken up at three in the morning, only had like very little time to get like a change of clothes. We didn't even get like any of the important documents out, so everything else went up in flame. James Luckily we got help with their cars with my dog, just like the change of clothes, but everything else is lost and we still have to We dealt with the insurance already. They didn't give us enough to rebuild the whole house, and we're going to have to get along. My niece started to go fund me for us, but it didn't end up making that much. I've been working more, trying to get a second job, their job, and then trying to figure out how we're going to rebuild. Thank you Adrikae for sharing your experiences with us, and if you want to help his families, gofund me for the rebuilding of his home lost in the fires. I asked Adrika for the link and placed it in the description of this episode. As always, if you have a story to share, please visit me over at true Scary Story dot com and fill out the form to support this At our other shows from Scary FM, try out Scary Plus over at scaryplus dot com to get them ad free. My username is Edwin cove E d w I n c O v over on TikTok, Instagram, and Facebook in case you want to share more creepy stuff that way. Anyway, Thank you very much for listening. Keep it scary everyone see as soon