This story was sent in by Shelby Trask from Florida. For the record I edited this one, a lot, for language. Not judging, and I did get Shelby’s permission. This is one of the more creepy tales we have had and every time I read it I get the chills. – Ron

25 years ago I moved in with my cousin and her roommate Jose. The house was an old cement block three bedroom one bath house with a large fenced yard. He had two large German Shepherds that lived there and were mostly in the yard. The house is in Clairmel, Florida in a crummy packed suburban neighborhood. Nothing special. The rent was cheap. 50 bucks a week from what I remember and the house was clean and since my cousin lived there I moved in. We all got along well. Everyone worked. We pretty much kept to ourselves and saw each other for a few minutes here and there. I lived there for about 6 months. After these events I moved out.

On a weekend night we all happened to be off from work. We decided to invite some friends over from the pool hall that we frequented and Jose invited some people over that he worked with at the pharmaceutical lab. There were probably 20 twenty people there total.

We played music and did what young people do. Eventually it got pretty late and we found ourselves talking about ghosts. We all shared stories. My cousin and I come from a pretty spooky family so we had some good ones and everybody was really into the discussion. However, Jose was quiet throughout and waited until things quieted down and said, “This house is haunted.” 

My cousin and I shot each other a look and then both laughed because, yeah, sometimes Jose’s 20 pound house cat would meow at the empty hallway. But that was it. He proceeded to tell us that there was a presence in the house but that it mostly stayed in this tiny little pink wooden shed in the backyard. I had never even looked in there before.

He told us that he always keeps the curtains in his bedroom closed because his window faces the shed and the door won’t stay shut. He has jammed it close a million times and it always pops back open. It creeps him out. He said he could tell when it was in the house because he would wake up feeling depressed.

It creeped me out. I didn’t want to think that I lived with a “presence” and I didn’t like the idea that it was hurting my roommate. I was a “tough” chick in my opinion and I was like, “Truffles to that ghost. I’ll shut that door and you won’t have to keep your curtains closed anymore!”

I said all this because in my heart I didn’t *really* believe that anything was in the shed or the house. So I told them all that I was going outside to inspect the shed and deal with the door. Everyone followed me and while we were walking around the outside of the house Jose told me that it was a bad idea to mess with the shed. Also, whatever it was wanted that door open and I should just leave it alone. 

We all got out there and it was exactly what I thought it was going to be. A very worn down wooden shed that oddly kinda looked like a tiny house. I looked inside and there was a busted lawnmower, some old paint buckets, rusty window screens, and of course darkness. I looked around outside and found a rusty shovel leaning up against a tree. I took it, walked over to the shed, and I kicked the door back into its frame. The door was closed and I took the handle of the shovel and pushed it through the handle of the shed door. I shoved that into the ground so It was secure. 

We all went back inside and talked some more but it was late. Everyone said their goodbyes. We let the dogs out of their pen in the yard and locked the gate. We made sure the front gate was secured so they wouldn’t get out and then we straightened up the house a little and all went to bed. 

Sometime around 6AM I woke up and I opened my bedroom door. I was still sleepy but there was a weird sound. It startled me. Like fingernails scraping something coarse. I fully opened the door and that dang rusty shovel fell through the doorway and hit me!  I can’t even put into words how I felt at that moment. 

The shovel had been standing against my bedroom door. There was a tiny pile of dirt where the tip had been sitting. I rushed through the house. To the side door, which was locked and then out to the back yard. The shed door was wide open. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I ran back into the house.

I immediately pounded on both Jose and my cousin’s bedroom doors. I was terrified and angry. I knew, absolutely knew, that one of them had done this! However, after seeing their reactions I promise you neither of them did it. 

Jose literally started to weep. He begged me to tell him I was lying. He begged my cousin to admit that she had done it. When neither of us would take responsibility he went to the store and got a bunch of candles, produced a rosary and started to pray whatever it was. My Spanish wasn’t even close to fluent enough to keep up with his pleas. 

My cousin on the other hand was just ticked off. She was ready to fight me and was adamant that I was pulling a prank! When I knew that neither of them had done it I was literally terrified. There was no way someone else got into the yard, passed the dogs, got the shed door open and then got into the house. I didn’t sleep there again. Every moment spent there after that was beyond intense. We all kind of stopped talking to each other and Jose and my cousin ended up in a terrible argument. She moved out within a week. It took me two weeks to find another place to live and I never went back. 

Shelby Trask – Florida

This Week’s Podcast:

On the show this week we head to the world of old time radio for a classic story called Beyond Infinity. Now before you think that Buzz Lightyear is making an appearance, I have to tell you that this story is part espionage thriller and part science fiction drama. I think you are going to like it. You can listen to this podcast on Thursday at Ron’s Amazing Stories, download it from Apple Podcasts, stream it on Stitcher Radio or on the mobile version of Spotify. Do you prefer the radio? We are heard every Thursday at 10:00 pm and Sunday Night at 11:00 PM (EST) on AMFM247.COM. Check your local listing or find the station closest to you at this link

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This one presents two sides of a story. We all see things differently and that is what makes life …interesting. It comes from Alex Hannibal from Aurora, Colorado. Alex is currently a postal worker and served two tours as a marine in Afghanistan. Thank you for your service! Alex has titled this one The Haunted Painting.

Hey Ron! When I was a kid I used to live in a haunted house (confirmed by my mom, family and some family friends) so today I have a story to tell. (Sorry if my writing is not the best, I had a hard time thinking about this) First, I’m gonna tell my side of the story. I’m sorry if the details are a bit fuzzy but I don’t remember much. I was only like 3 or 4 years old.

Circa 1994 I lived in a house with my mom, I don’t have any brothers or sisters and I always wanted one to play with because I felt lonely sometimes. I remember that some days I used to play in between a wall and the door of my bedroom with a little girl (You know when you open a door slightly and an angle is formed between the door and the wall). I always thought that she was my imaginary friend because I would often hear about them in movies and TV shows. I remember my mom asking about my imaginary friend and I told her that she had her face covered in some sort of mud or dirt and that I could only see her eyes. I told my mom that she was in a car accident and that’s why her face was like that. I still remember that face so vividly to this day (I’m 32 at the moment).

I remember my mom used to have people with her in our house and they would often stay in the living room talking about stuff. My mom always told me to stay in her bedroom until they were gone.

Some strange things that happened at that time. My mom often would visit the grave of a friend of hers that had recently passed away and she would cry a lot saying things like “take me with you, I can’t do this anymore” and stuff like that. I never thought about it because I was so little and I didn’t understand what was going on.

Fast forward a few of years (2004/2005) my mom was getting married and the photographer was a friend of hers (I’m going to call her Laura), so before the photo session we went to Laura’s house and they start talking about random stuff and then something pops out to me: Laura asked my mom if our house was still haunted. Something clicked and I started asking questions to both my mom and Laura.

Laura told me that one time she went to our house but there was nobody there and she wrote something on a post-it note and stuck it on our front door. When she was doing so she saw the curtains move as if someone had stuck its head out to look outside. She found that quite strange and asked my mom about it. My mom told her the story about what was going on. I started questioning my mom about it and she finally told me the whole story. Here is what she told me.

Apparently in 1994 my mom worked in the same place as a neighbor (a girl about the same age as my mom. I’m gonna call her Abigail). They became close friends. Abigail’s mom used to sell paintings and my mom asked to buy one that had a couple of angels and a bible verse. It’s worth mentioning that I don’t remember this painting at all. Right after this Abigail and her 5 year old daughter were killed in a car accident.

When my mom got the painting hung up strange stuff started happening in our home. She would often see an apparition of a woman and a little girl. The woman was always in a bad mood and sometimes our house would start to freeze in some rooms. Where we lived at the time had an average temperature of around 104 °F in summer. Also things would break and stuff would fall off the shelfs.

So my mom started looking for help and called a church group to pray in our home (the group of “friends” that I mentioned earlier). There wasn’t any improvement in the situation so she and my grandma went to see some sort of medium. My mom told her about what was happening in our house at the time, and that she would often visit her friend’s grave and cry for help. The medium told my mom that when she went to visit her friend’s grave she wasn’t talking to her friend. She was speaking to something or someone else. The medium wanted to go to our house and see for herself.

When she got there she told my mom that the house had several spirits and that they came from something inside our home. She asked if my mom was given a present or if she bought something new when everything started to happen. My mom told her about the painting. The medium told her to burn the painting because it could be what was causing everything. So, my mom called her brother and they tried to burn it but it wouldn’t catch fire. She went back to the medium some days later and with her help they were able to destroy it. After that everything went back to normal. We moved to a new city and started using that house as storage. 

One day I went back to visit my grandparents who still lived in the area, but there was a wild thunderstorm that cut the electricity for the entire block. PUD told us that it would be at least a week before the power would get back on. So we had the idea to go to our old home and stay there until power was restored. We went to the house and tried to unlock the front door with no success. I tried unlocking the back door and that didn’t work either. So I broke in. When I did that there was a scream inside the house that rang out like thunder. I ran in and searched the house. We found nothing. Needless to say we went and got a hotel room and my grandparents would never go back to the house again. A few months later I cleaned the place out and sold it. 

Alex Hannibal – Aurora, Colorado

Alex, that is one heck of a good story. So much collaborating stuff. I have no doubt that the little girl in the car accident is your invisible friend. And perhaps that painting was nothing more than a painting. Thank you for sharing this with us. Truly amazing!

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On the program this week we have a listener recommended story from the pulp mags. It comes from Analog Science Fact & Fiction Magazine in May of 1962. While this one never won a Nebula or Hugo award it probably should have. It tells the story of the FBI Supermen and is titled Sight Gag. You can listen to this podcast on Thursday at Ron’s Amazing Stories, download it from Apple Podcasts, stream it on Stitcher Radio or on the mobile version of Spotify. Do you prefer the radio? We are heard every Thursday at 10:00 pm and Sunday Night at 11:00 PM (EST) on AMFM247.COM. Check your local listing or find the station closest to you at this link

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