The Man Who Crawls Along the Floor: What I Saw on the Night Shift

It was creeping along in the air, moving back and forth like a snake. And then I noticed after a while, it wasn't going straight to the ceiling, it was going off to the left. A night shift alone should be quiet, predictable, but in a call center after midnight, one employee began seeing shadows move, figures crawl, and something watching the dark. My name is Edwin and here is beef. It's true scary story. When I was thirteen, we moved to an old nineteen forties housing track in Hayward, California. And when we moved there, it's just mainly a lot of older people there. They were retired and it turned out it was the original wife that owned the place, but it wasn't her husband. It turned out that her husband was very abusive and they think she killed him in the house. Also, I found out later they had a son there too. We found out from the neighbors actually that their son was a delinquent and he was a delinquent and they used to go around doing petty crimes. But nobody knows what happened to the sun. The first, very first night we moved in, I remember it was like eight thirty at night and It was my parents, me and my sister and my cousin had moved in with us too, and we were sitting on the couch and my mom was standing in the middle of the living room and this huge, huge, like green orb it had to be big as a softball, just flew from the dining area across the living room in front of us and into the closet. We had the Venetian blinds clothes. We were sitting on the couch. The back of us was the actual window. We were on the second story because the house has everything on the top floor and at the bottom it's a double garage. My mom was like, oh no, that wasn't nothing. It was just the light. The light came through. We're like two blocks from a major street, so that it was eight thirty. Nobody was driving around and this orb just comes through. After that, we had problems with the kitchen. For some reason, they put carpeting in the kitchen anytime starting in September until about March. When you go into the kitchen, you always feel like someone follows you into the kitchen. You always feel like someone's standing next to you in the kitchen. You would walk into the kitchen and on the other side of the frigerator would be the sink. And if I'm washing dishes and he goes out of the room to use the bathroom, and then I'll hear him walk back in and stand behind me, and I'll start talking to him and there's nobody there. And I was very consistent. As the winter sets in at night, it just gets creepier in the house. It's just really disturbing. One of the main issues I had. It happened to me twice. My mom used to work in the evenings twice a week, and my dad used to pick her up after work. So when it was like nine o'clock, we had to go to bed, and then my dad he would go around the house we have. We used to live in a bad neighborhood, so we always locked the doors. We checked them every night. So I would be in bed, my sister would be in bed, my cousin would be in his room next door, and I would hear my dad because everything in the house echoes for some weird reason, it just echoes. The houses are made really weird over here, and they're all different, and so he would always go to the other end of the hallway and there was this little metal flap. He would make sure the door was locked. He would jiggle the handle and it was this metal flap he would lift up. It was really flat and it was connected to the a hinge and you would lift it up and then place it flush against the door. You could always hear it jiggle, and then you can hear him walk into the kitchen and he would make sure the patio door was locked. He always had the TV turned off, so it's really quiet in the house. And then he would leave the front door and he would walk out and you had to close the door because we live on a vault, so a lot of times the ground shifts and the doors are kind of weird. And so he would leave and he would do that every Tuesday and Thursday and go pick up my mom and then they would be back in like twenty thirty minutes. One time when he left, about ten minutes later, I hear the door just open and close. Well, it's not normal for it to open and close because it has that same little metal flap. So the metal flap, you have to lift it up and then place it flush against the door. I mean, if you wanted to, you could break down the door, but you would have to kick it, and you wouldn't been able to just turn the knob open it and close it. So someone came in that door, it just opened and closed. I could hear it. And then I heard someone walk up the stairs all the way to the top, open and close the door, and I heard my dad put that flap down, and then I heard the footsteps go down the hallway to my room open the door. And then I started holding the covers over my head because it was making me really nervous because now the footsteps are in my room and my bed at that time was facing the door, and I heard the footsteps walk up to the head of my bed where I was at my covers jerk off. And then I woke up and it's the next morning. I asked my sister she heard anything. She didn't. My cousin didn't hear anything, And it just made me like a nervous wreck for a while until I forgot about it. And then a couple of years later it happened again. My cousin had moved out of the house because he was an adult. My sister moved into his room, and I had that room by myself, and so my dad goes. He does the same routine again, and he leaves to go pick up my mom, and this time my sister she has her friend spending the night in the room next door, and it happened again. You hear the door open over where the driveway is and close because there's no TV on, there's nothing on the house echoes. You hear the footsteps coming up each stairs, and then you hear the door open and just close like they didn't try to unlock it. They didn't have trouble pushing it open because of the flap. And then you hear the footsteps. It was like heavy footsteps, and you can hear them go all the way to the end of the hallway. I'm freaking out because I'm thinking of the last time it happened. I'm gripping the blanket like I'm holding it tight because they're not going to take the blanket off of me. I'm just like freaking out. And I can hear my door open and close, and I can hear them walk because I'm on the other side of the room now and walk up to the head they pull off my blanket and then I wake up and it's the next morning and then I go to my sister and I asked her, you know, did you hear anything? And before I can ask her that, she tells me she hears the exact same thing. Her and her friend are in the bedroom. They hear the bottom door open and close, which they know is impossible because of how it's locked. They hear the footsteps come up the stairway. And then I had told her what happened to me, and we had no idea what was going on. I don't know if it's like Naketivy. I don't know if it's from the sun, if he was dead and coming back there, I don't know what was going on. We had some other lighter stuff happen there where I was in the living room by myself, and it was like ten o'clock at night. A close friend of the family, we lost touch with her and she died of cancer. And that same night she died. In the middle of the hallway, this weird like portal opened and these people came out. It was like one person and a whole bunch of other people and they just kind of looked around the room and then they left. And then I had more activity at night too. That night and I was wondering if she came to visit to say her goodbyes. I didn't know my very first dog we had. We had for about ten years. The problem is he was an aggressive dog. My sister's friend came over and we told him don't touch him. After nine he touched him. He got bit pretty bad by the dog, so we had to put the dog down. The very next day, after they put the dog down, his ghost was running around the house. I could see. I don't know if anybody else saw it. I didn't want to tell other people, but you couldn't see us below his knees, but you could see very detailed of his curly tail that curled, and I would always see him run past me, and I see the texture of his fur, his little triangle ears, and then I would see him behind the couch looking out the window and he would just be running past me and doing his little favorite things. And I would catch him every once in a while. And then after about a week he disappeared because I think he didn't know he died because they had put him down, and I think his spirit just came back and it just took a while for him to realize that he wasn't there anymore. One Thanksgiving, This was probably like fifteen years ago. Usually the family comes from all over the Bay area and they go visit. We go to Thanksgiving to my uncle's house because he has a bigger house up in the hills, and so we go and we have dinner there. My grandmother and my cousin and his wife are the only ones that lived three hours away out in the valley. My cousin this time, he was going to spend Thanksgiving with his wife's family, and so he dropped her off at my uncle's house. But she needed someone to drive her home after Thanksgiving. So my sister was like, oh, I'll take you home Thanksgiving ended. I got home probably around like eight thirty. I lived in a little duplex, so it was like a big house in front, and he had these little tiny houses and they are connected by garages. The place was always really stuffy, and I was in the back, so I would turn on the porch light. And in the living room, my couch is right against the main window that you can look out into the property, and so I would always open it a little bit so my cats could run in and out, and then against the wall to the left was the television, so I turned on the television. I fell asleep, and then I just suddenly woke up and just like a couple of feet of me, it's a door. I have the door open. I have that little thing that classed the screen door open just like a couple of inches so the cats can just wipe it and come in. And I suddenly wake up and it's like the cable box underneath my television says ten thirty. And I look and I see this this thing that's like five foot tall. But it's not a shadow person, but it's made out of static, and it's just all static. You kind of can tell where the head is because it's smaller at that part, but it's like an outline of a person, but it's just static, like if you were watching TV. It was just static. And it just stepped through my screen door because it was only open like maybe an inch. It just stepped through my screen door and it just stopped, and I felt like it was just looking through the house, and a house so small. It was just a living room, a kitchen, and then it had two really tiny bedrooms, and it just where its head was moving and it was looking around I tried to keep my eyes closed as much as I could because I didn't want it to know I was awake. I didn't know what it was. And then it just stepped back out of my screen door, went through my screen door and left, and I just kind of freaked out, and I was like, Okay, I'm not I'm not going to get up where I'm visits there. It's going to jump me or something if I go near the door. So it took me about twenty minutes, and then I got up and I closed the door. The next day, I ended up talking to my sister and I asked her how was the drive because it's like a two and a half hour drive to take my grandmother home. And then she was in the night and then come back and she said she had the worst nightmares ever, so every time she would go to sleep. Because my grandmother's house is actually my great grandparents' house. The area used to be farming community, but it's like an old community, old house neighborhood. They were the first ones to live there back in probably nineteen fifties or earlier. The house never fell haunted. It just has like a little living room, two bedrooms, a little dining area and kitchen. It was really nice. My great grandparents had died there, but it was never creepy there. And my sister said she slept in my great grandfather's room. She said, every time she would close her eyes and go to sleep, this demon would get on her and just started choking her. Was sitting on her and just choking her where she couldn't breathe, and she would wake up gagging, and she would just try to calm herself down, and it happened a couple of times where it wasn't stopping, so she just got out of the room, and then she went and slept with my grandmother. And I said, well, what time did all this happen, and she said around like ten thirty. And I was like, well, that's when I saw that static thing come in because we used to be roommates. We used to live together at that duplex. She had moved out, probably like a year or two before, and she was staying at another one of the other duplexes. And I don't know if it was something that was looking for her and it knew it. She used to live with me and was looking for and she wasn't at her place, so I went to see if it was at my place and then ended up at my grandmother's place. I didn't get to talk to my grandmother until Christmas because this was after Thanksgiving, and I spoke with her and she had horrible nightmares that night too of something trying to ch ocur. But once my sister was in the bed, it was fine. I know, sometimes you can pick up if you have like people that aren't nice, sometimes you can pick up bad stuff from them. That's what I assumed maybe had happened. But it was weird that my grandmother two and a half hours away and my sister's two and a half hours away. They actually they didn't see it as a static thing, but it's weird that something happened to them that same night, that something was very kind of violent towards them. I had some weird dreams too at that house, where I had a really, really vivid dream that I woke up on a slab stone slab and I was held down by a whole bunch of people in cloaks, and someone took a giant knife that you would chop like vegetables with and I could fill it, stab me in the chest and go through my worbcage and hit nick one of my bones and go into my heart. And it was like really really painful because they made it go between my rib cage and it only nicked one part of the rib cage and it went into the heart. And when I woke up the next morning, because I had to be like sixteen at the time, I had like really bad chest pain and I didn't do anything that caused me to get hurt. But it was just weird that I had that pain, lingering pain for like a week or so after, and I knew that it nicked part of one of my rib cages and that's why it hurt so bad. On top of it, but I had like weird dreams and we had different stuff in the closet, and I think about it now, I'm like, well, we do live on a fault, so I don't know if it's something to do with living on faults, earthquake faults with the ground changing and maybe something coming from that, I don't know, or if it's something already there because of that man. It's hearsay, but a lot of the neighbors did believe that the wife couldn't take it anymore, and they really think she killed him, So I don't know if it's something to do with him in the house and then that sun disappeared, I don't know. Ten years ago, I worked at a call center in downtown Oakland. I worked the night shift, and a lot of creepy, strange things went on in the office at night. I started working there during the day shift, and then when the night shift opened up, I started working the night shift. You get paid more, you get to actually talk to less people at night, and I really enjoyed that. It would start from eleven pm to seven in the morning. Everybody would leave the office when you come in at eleven o'clock at night, and I'd have one lady with me that she would stay with me until one and then she would go home for the night. I always thought I would see things at the corner of my eyes, like they were always like a light brown shadow person. You would just kind of at the corner the eye. You would see a person standing there would be kind of three D, but it would just be an outline of a person. And I thought I'd just watched too many horror pictures and I just dismissed it until one night I was working with a lady who stayed with me until one am. We were chatting in between calls and was around midnight. She asked me how I liked my shift, and I told her it was fine, there was nothing wrong with it, and she told me that she couldn't work the night shift. She asked me if I saw the man that drags himself across the carpet. Basically, there's this gray shadow person that's on his stomach and you could see him reach his arm up above his head towards the floor and just drags himself across the floor. And I would see him actually a couple of times a week, and I found it kind of disturbing, and I was very upset that she actually saw it too. When she told me she saw it, I said I saw it too, and we just never spoke of it again. It was just really creepy with that specific sh shattle person. He would actually move around a lot more when the atmosphere, at least five times a month would actually get really really heavy, and during that time in that office, you would see a lot more shadow people. At night. It felt like you were in a room with like fifty people, but there was nobody there. But yourself. On those days where it was really heavy, heavy atmosphere, anytime you would turn around, you would just see multiple shadow figures anywhere from like a child's age to adult age, so like I would say three or foot foot tall to probably about five foot tall. You would see several of them, just clustered different areas. And then that's when the man who drags himself, that's when he actually he moves a lot. He's quick, and you could see him going at the corner of your eye, going in and out of the cubicles. One evening, I actually saw him at the corner of my eye coming around my desk, dragging himself towards me, and I threw my feet up on my chair and I almost freaked out. I didn't put my feet down the whole time unless I had to get up and use the bathroom or get my lunch, and I put my feet down once the next shift came in. I don't know what was up with that, but it was just when the atmosphere's really thick there, not only do you see like the gray brown shadow people, you see these weird little blobs all over the floor. I've never heard of this before. I don't know why I saw it. I'm not a medium, I'm not a psychic. I just worked the night shift, and it would be these little blobs that are about somewhere big as like a super ball, and others were big at about a softball, and they were just all over the ground and it was just shadow people and these little blobs, and you had the guy dragging himself across the floor. It was really weird. And sometimes it would go on two nights in a row, but it would happen at least five times a month. It was no ever any certain days that it would happen. It would just occur when I would come into work. I get migraines, and I had a bad migraine coming on, and so I took some tile and all. I always keep the lights on. I never turned off the lights. It's way too creepy to be in there by myself with the lights off. So during my break, I turned off the lights. I put my feet up in the chair, leaning my head back. I had my back of my head against the back of the the office chair and it was facing up towards the frelescient lights. So I had like this orange glow and my eyes with my eyes closed. Right after I closed my eyes, like a couple of minutes later, I see like three women's faces looking down on me. One is to the right of me, one is to the left, and then the third one would have had to stand in my lap, and they were like a foot above my head and they were just looking down at me. All I could make out was, I know, their hair was done up like I would say, like eighteen hundreds nineteen hundreds, where women would do their hair up with combs and stuff. And I couldn't get a clear look at them, just you know, eyes, nose, lips, feminine face. And then I opened my eyes and they were gone. And I found it weird because when I saw them, they were the same colors of f relescient light coming in from the lights above. It was making them this like orange kind of tone. It was very strange. But my head, when I get bad migraines, I have to close my eyes. I have to take a little nap. I was taking a break otherwise I get sick. And so I decided to close my eyes again and just lean back and hoping it would like help decide the migraine. So I said, well, I'm just going to close my eyes again. I'm going to try to just rest a little bit and maybe it'll help calm down the migraine. And then as soon as I closed my eyes, I leaned my head back against the chair. The three women's faces were like inches from my face. It was the one woman on the left and the right looking down just straight at me. The third one again looked like she would have been on my lap, and they were just staring at me. And I just opened my eyes really really quick because it was really real, really vivid, but I couldn't focus in on their face. I just knew that their hair was done up, and it was just really weird that those three women were looking down at me. Maybe about a year later or two, we moved into a bigger office across on the other side of the floor we were on, and it was really nice and I never saw anything there at night. After a year or so, my management decided that we should work from home. The problem was majority of the staff was able to work from home, but me and a few other people were not, So they moved across town to a building that actually had smaller offices than what we had before. We were downtown Oakland by Lake Merritt, and then they moved more towards the downtown area closer to jack London. With this building, I did like it a lot more because they had a lot of security, so you always had security at the bottom of the building, and then you always had a key fob to get into the building, keyfob to get into the elevator and go to only your floor. There was two walls of the office that were just pure glass, and during the day it looked like it would have been a beautiful sight to see, like the downtown area, you could see the bay. But at night, because it's dark outside and light in the office, it actually turns the giant windows into actually mirrors, and I was very uncomfortable with that. And they had a series of Venetian blinds going across both of the walls, and so my co workers always had the Venetian blinds up, so I always had to go and take them and release them down and close them because I felt really uncomfortable working in the middle of the night and then looking up and seeing just a wall of mirrors looking at myself, and I always felt like something would be looking back at me if I look up during the night. So where the two windows met at the corner of the office, there's this support beam for the building itself, and it was weird because it took up a lot of the corner. And so I was just next to this big support beam and then the glass windows went around it, and then the glass windows. They were probably about six inches gap between the support beam and the glass window. And for some reason I just did not like that area, which was weird. I just felt uncomfortable with it. One night, I got another migraine. I'm just prone to those, and so I took some tail and all good thing about this office was they had two sets of lights that you could turn on, so I can turn off one, and I still had for the room lit up. I turned off half of the lights, put all my timers so I can take my break, took some tailand awe, and then just leaned back in the chair, had my head resting on the back of the chair, and then I had put my feet up and I closed my eyes and I actually kind of fell asleep. Then I woke up. Suddenly I'm just looking straight up at the ceiling and I see dark smoke above me. Not like if you were smoking cigarettes, it would be clear. It was really dark. It was black with a whole bunch of shades of gray in it, and it was floating up from my face up to the ceiling. And because the smoke was so dark, I thought it was you know, it looked like maybe you were burning like plastics or chemicals or something. Because the smoke was so dark, I looked around the office and nothing was on fire. It couldn't smell anything. And I just stared at it. I just looked around the room, put my head back, and I was just looking at it. And it was really weird because as it got higher in the air towards the cilling, it didn't dissipate. Usually smoke goes upward, it's thicker when it comes out, and then it kind of dissipates. And then with this, it just went up and it just stayed this shape. It looked like a like it was four foot long, maybe a half a foot to a foot wide, and it was moving like a solid like it was an enity, a solid snake or something. And when it moved, it kind of curved back and forth like a snake. But it was really choppy. It was really weird. It was creeping along in the air, and then I noticed after a while, it wasn't going straight to the celling. It was going off to the left. As it was going to the left, it was heading to the ceiling right in between where the glass windows met the beam, And so I just watched it. It must have lasted like thirty seconds. It was just really slow and jerky, and it just was moving like a snake through the air, and it was just going off to the left, and then the front part of it touched the ciling in between the part where the glass and the support beam was and it just slowly wiggled into it and disappeared. I don't know what I went on with that. I know at that time when we were in that office, a lot of the employees were They seemed matter for some reason, and they got upset very easily. I know we worked with the public, but I don't know. It was strange. It just people had a different They seemed upset. At that time. I took another nap when I had a migraine and I couldn't wake up, but I heard someone come open the door and come into the office, walk around the room and leave the problem was when I finally woke up, I was asleep for maybe a couple of minutes. The door was left Ajar and I always locked the door. I have a key. Once people leave, I lock the door. When I go to the bathroom and I go get by munch, I lock the door. I'm just like that. And it was weird that something came into the office and walked around the room and then left. I don't remember everything that happened, but I remember it came into the room and then it left. Now it could have been a security guard, but normally the security guards don't come up during the night shift because they have just the person who actually works at the entrance level that's locked and they have one security guard there. They do have other security guards around the property, but they don't go through the floors like that. And you have to have a key fob per floor, whoever you where you work at, especially after the building closes, you have to have a key fob to get into the building and go directly to your floor. I'm not sure what happened there After about a year, we moved to a smaller office because more people were able to work from home. But I still wasn't. This office was actually behind the elevators. There's actually two hallways behind the elevators, and we were the second farthest. And it's so weird how you go into different parts of this floor. You just get the weirdest feelings just being there. With this office. It didn't have a nice view, but it did have a window that one of the desk words out, but it wasn't mine. My computer was placed right next to the entrance of the office. I didn't have any bad feelings about the office in general. It was just the hallway was really creepy. They had lights since their hallway, so you had to go in the hallway and really move to get the lights going because otherwise it was very dale in there. Also, the hallways were really long, and I really did not like to look down the hallways. Like if I left the office to go get my lunch or something, I don't look down the hallways. Another thing is the doors that the office doors were of solid wood, and then they had this really dense glass in the middle of it that went from the bottom to the top, and you could just see shadows if someone walked by, and I felt really uncomfortable with that because I was right next to it, and I felt like something could watch me. For some reason, the atmosphere. I never liked being out there after two thirty at night in that part of the floor. It was just really uncomfortable. So I always made sure I took my lunch by like one thirty at night, two of the latest, and then I would get back in the office and I wouldn't leave the office until I took another break, probably like five o'clock in the morning to use the bathroom. But it was just kind of a creepy hallway. One night, I had a series of just really really really long calls. I lost track of time, and it was already two thirty in the morning. I haven't taken my lunch yet, and I had to use the bathroom really bad. I would rushed out of the office, close the door. I always make sure it's locked. I look down the hallway when I step out of the door to the right or left, because the hallways are really long and I'm scared I'm going to see somebody, so I always look at the wall ahead of me. And so in between the offices there's always these huge like sixteen by twenty paintings in class frames, and so I would always count. I stick at the picture and then I would count three doors down, going down the hallway to the left, and then once you hit to the third office, that's where the two hallways merge into one. And so what you do is you make a sharp write and then a sharp left, and then you can get to the bathroom, and then you can go down another hallway and you'll be at the reception desk, and then you can go to the break room. And so that one night at two thirty, I go down the hallway, go down three office doors, I make a sharp right, and then I just stop in my tracks. There is these huge, huge black circles. There was about five of them placed in between where I had to make a sharp left to the bathroom hallway. In between that hallway and that second hallway that I turned around to, it was like these huge black circles. Like if you were out and it was at the heat of the day in the afternoon, the sun is coming down and it's directly over your head and comes down and you would have this black, you know, really dark circle around your feet. And that's what I saw. I sound five big black circles. It looks like if an adult was standing in the peak time of sun in the afternoon. It was just these huge blast circles. They had to be three maybe three feet or more in diameter, and they were just spaced out like there was like five people standing there, and the atmosphere was really really heavy, very heavy. The problem with the black circles is the carpeting that they had in the hallway was actually light brown and gray, so there was no black in the pattern of the squares that made the carpet, and so in my head, I just say, Okay, someone spilled something. I'm going to go past this. I'm going to go to the bathroom because I really have to go, and I're goen to come out and it's going to be gone. So instead of to get by, I actually just tried not to step in the circles because I felt I shouldn't do that. I felt very uncomfortable because I don't even know why they were there. So I found little spaces in between, and I walked in between the circles, ran over to the bathroom, and then when I came out of the bathroom, the circles were still there, and Okay, I said, I'm going to go down this other opposite hallway. I'm going to get my lunch and we're gonna come back, and the circles were going to be gone. So I get my lunch fix. Everything takes probably like five or ten minutes. Come back. The circles are still there. So I tell myself, well, yeah, well someone must have had like a pull ladder and I spilled everything on the floor. Yeah, that's probably what happened. And so I just walk in between the circles, rushed back to my office and lock the door. I don't want to come out of the office, but I have to. And I stayed in there until about five in the morning, and then I had to force myself to come out because I really didn't want to come out because of those circles being there. It was just and the atmosphere and everything was just so thick. It was really creepy, and so I as soon as I walk out of the office, I locked my door and I walk off to the left. The airfell is really really, really really light. After that point, it just felt like you were like a balloon and you were floating like that heaviness was completely gone, and it was just weird. It was just like because that heaviness was there before. It was just this huge distinction of coming out of the office into that hallway and then turning into that little area where you go down three offices and then you make a right, and the circles were just gone. It was just it was crazy. It was just like they were all five of those giant circles, all pitch black, were just gone. And the atmosphere was just like I felt like I could just float. It was just so nice. Then there was a third office we moved into that was a little bit smaller, the third office. It was on the hallway actually from the kitchen, I could just go straight when I got off the elevator, i'd be at the reception desk, and if you went to the left and behind a little break areas, there's a kitchen and another hallway. That office was nice. That office. I had no problems with the door. They put me near the door again. When I came out of the office, though, to the right was a start of a little five to ten foot hallway and then you would go left and then it would be another long, like thirty foot hallway, and there was just a couple of offices there, and I still have a issue where I don't look down hallways. I just don't. I don't want to see whatever I might see. One night, I always always take my lunch at one thirty. So one thirty, I go to the door. I step out of the office, and to my left is a wall and it heads a painting in the glass frame, and to my right there's the base of the hallway started the hallway. Usually, I locked the door and I turned towards the wall. And as I locked the door and start turning towards the wall, I feel someone staring at me, really intensely staring at me, like they're just like in the beginning hallway of next to me. And so instead of looking in that direction, I look in the glass frame of a painting and I see a gray figure, probably about five foot two five foot three. She had shoulder length hair. That's all I can The only detail I had was she was extremely extremely wet. Her hair was down to her shoulders and there was just she was just dripping with water. I got the fill of that, but all I saw was a gray person, but I could feel that she was just soaking wet like she just came out of the bay, came out of the water, and she was just standing there. I know it was a she, and I just kept looking at the reflection because there was a little reflection in the glass that I was looking at, and I had my back tour and I had just locked the door, and I was looking into that picture frame. I blinked. She was still there, and it must have been about thirty seconds, and then she was just calm. And the funny thing was with this incident, I never felt really scared like the other times. The other times they were just really creepy, but this time I felt like she was just there wondering why I was there, because I was the only person that worked the night shift on that entire floor maybe the building, besides the security people. So I felt like she came by to see who I was, what I was doing, and then she just left, and then I just went fixed my blunch, went to the bathroom, and went back to the office. That was the last thing I had that happened to me in that building before I started working from home. It was interesting. It's so strange to see just being in different sides of a floor or hallways and the different things that you you could see, and it could be like really pleasant in one area and then just really creepy the next area. I don't know. It's an old Oakland's a really old city. You got a lot of different things that happened throughout the dred couple hundred years, and then plus you have the nineteen oh six earthquake where they had a lot of fires and people died. It may not exp all the stuff that was happening, but it's a rich city and it had a lot of people that lived there and died. So I can't say what specifically was from, but I would assume there would be a lot of ghosts there. What did you think of these stories? Imagine working in the night shift, and I'm always amazed by you guys who can work in the night shift and listen to true scary stories at the same time. I don't know how you do it. Anyway, Sonia Jose and several dms have come in asking about the Spanish version of this show of true scary story. That podcast is called de roor Historias Trealis, which is true Stories of Terror. I guess, and the show is still active. I know the questions were coming in about that, but we're still waiting on more stories. So what I do is I wait for a couple of stories to come in, then I edit them and publish them. But we haven't received a lot, and I feel like people get scared right when and they're supposed to call, like as in we schedule a phone call, we get ghosted, you know, right at that point. But I need your help here. If you know someone who has a story to share, have them email me. We're gonna find another way to share it in case they don't want a phone call, because you just want to send a voicemail. We can try that. Even those voice notes through whatsapped, we can't even try that, Like, we just need to get more stories in. And I feel like it might be a little intimidating to actually set up a time call and then you know, have that story set out, Like I think it's that, or it might be the permission slip, you know, the permission form that says, hey, yeah, you're allowed to use my voice and the recording and everything. But it does scare some people up. But you can also reach out to me, like in my Instagram account is edwind Cove e d w I nCoV. You can DM me there. It lands on the other inbox in case we're not following each other, but I get to them. I review that you know that other inbox every once in a while, and I will be keeping an eye out for these kinds of stories. Remember, we're looking for personal paranormal stories in Spanish, but also we're all. Taking stories for this show True Scary Story. You can go to true scarystory dot com, fill out the form, and you know if you think your story is too short, that is okay, that's perfect. We're actually coming up with a way. To put them together into kind of a compilation style episode. So all you have to do is send it in and we'll find a way to publish it. We did get a couple of reviews on Apple Podcasts. Thank you so much for these. We have one from let Me See It comes from Shasta five five five seven. Recently found this podcast and I love it so far. Just listen to the Smiling Man episode. Wow, I was enthralled. Keep them coming. Thank you so much for this Shasta. Turns out that story The Smiling Man from the Woods is still our top episode of last year and kind of it's approaching of all time. It might be already the most downloaded episode of all time that we have. The Smiling Man from the Woods really eerie. I've listened to it multiple times and I always always listen to I always think I'm just gonna listen to the first part, but no end up listening all the way through. It's really long, but it's a cool, cool episode. Another one for Mirage Finn says good Scary Stuff. Says good scary stories, good stuff, short and simple. Love it. Thank you so much for that review. We have another one. This one's from Lorimer Black says the best. Not only is this the best true paranormal story podcast, I would argue that it's the only good one. No obnoxious host, thank you, no rambling incoherent stories, no one trying desperately to get their fifteen minutes of podcast fame, nothing too over the top, just very believable stories told in play language by average people. Love it and I appreciate that. Lourmer, thank you so much for this review. If you want to leave me a review on Apple podcast, i'd be I always get super excited when I get them and I go through them, so thank you so much for this, but yeah, actually, in that last review, this is exactly the point of true scary story. We share stories of people like regular people like. You and me, who just want to share their experiences and then have the rest of us hear them out. It's actually one of the main reasons why we get more stories is when people hear something that they can relate to, they say, hey, I can tell my story too, And that's the whole point of this. We don't try to like overdo it, we don't try to make things up or like you know, any of that stuff. We just get the stories as they happen, as they experienced it. That's the whole point of this. So I appreciate that it's coming through that way. So really cool. This episode was edited and sound designed the Sarah Vorhez Wendel a VW sound with additional production by Bianca Chavez, Sofia Petes, and Edwin Korujes. Here's True. If you're subscribed, I'll be back next week. Thank you very much for listening. Keep it Scary everyone soon.