Our story this week comes from Jeannie Grant who lives in Bradford, Texas. Carl Jung once said, “We never see others. Instead we only see shadows of ourselves. The same way old painters would sit in a tiny dark room and trace the image of what stood outside a tiny window, in the bright sunlight. Not the exact image… everything is reversed or upside down.” This is another shadow story, and Jeannie has titled it Shadows Everywhere.

Hello Ron. I have heard you talking about shadow creatures. I’ve had multiple paranormal experiences but these types creep me out the most. I believe that I have a shadow person following me throughout my life.

The first time I remember seeing it myself was when I was in my old bedroom upstairs (meaning not in the basement). I was around 7-8 years old and in the middle of the night I woke up and looked at my window which had blinds and was illuminated by the moon. In front of the window however was a black silhouette of a little girl with what looked like short curly hair, old “timey” looking. I was terrified and thought I was seeing things so I just rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. The bedroom door was open when I woke up. I asked my parents if they came into my room and they said they didn’t.

A couple months or so after I had seen it, I had a sleepover with my friend at the time (still in the same room). We had slept on the floor because my bed was too small for the both of us. In the middle of the night, my friend woke up and saw that there was a dark shadow man standing over me and just staring down at me sleeping. She told me this when we woke up in the morning and I noticed again my door had been opened. I just figured it was one of my parents checking on us, so I asked them if they came into the room and they both said no.

Another night years later. My parents were on vacation and everyone went somewhere, but I opted to stay home. The first night out I was making dinner when I saw a flash of darkness move across the room. It stops right in front of me and I feel chills go through my body. I don’t remember what happened to the creature. Which is a whole new level of scary.

Years later I moved into my sister’s room (downstairs in the basement) after she moved out. I was 16-17 and had forgotten about the shadow person at this point. My best friend spent the night and she told me in the morning that she saw a shadow figure standing in the corner of the room in the middle of the night. I should point out that I had not told either of my friends about the shadow stories until after they told me that they saw it. I’m 19 now and still have periodic encounters with these creatures. The latest while I was at a movie theater but that is a story for another time. – Jeannie Grant

This Week’s Podcast:

On the program this week we take a look at the life and times of Peter Mark Roget. Who was he? What did he do? Listen to the show this week and find out. We also have three more of your stories and feature another tale from the golden age of radio. 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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Our story comes from my backyard Portland, Oregon. One thing there is in Portland is an abundance of Yoga Studios. I am not sure if that is unique to Portland or if that is true around the globe. But it seems like there is one on every corner, along with a coffee shop. We sure do love our coffee here in the Northwest. The tale comes from Brian Stone and he lives in SE Portland. Brian has titled it The Laundry Monster. – Ron

For context, I was 16 at the time and working my first job. I was in charge of doing the laundry and filing papers for a yoga studio. I should note that the laundry room was in the basement and that I was completely by myself when this happened. It was a typical Sunday, a class had just finished, and I was washing the towels. I had my headphones on and was putting the laundry into the washer when I had a feeling of being watched. I’d felt this many times in that basement when I was by myself, but it never felt malevolent though. I do know a few deaths happened in the building when it was in use as a textile factory. I ignored the feeling as I knew our resident ghost, who we affectionately called Charlie, was probably just watching me. Charlie was never violent in any way, he’d occasionally knock things down and make the room feel cold.

As I was putting away laundry when I felt pain below my chest. When I lifted my shirt up I saw three scratch marks and they burned. I remember being in complete shock, taking a picture of the scratches and sending it to my boss, parents and a few friends. They all believed I had simply scratched myself with the door of the washer but the washer door was closed when this happened. I did feel bad energy but I ignored it. After all, I had to do my job.

I went back to work when I heard a few footsteps from behind me. I turned, expecting to see Mara. She is one of the instructors and often came down to help out after closing. No one was there and those disembodied footsteps kept coming straight at me. Then came the growl. It was not like anything on this earth. The pure evil nature of it had me running out of the basement in pure terror. I came up into the main studio and Mara was there. We both went back downstairs but found nothing and all was quiet.

That was the only time while working at that place that I experienced anything like that and l have no explanation for it. – Brian Stone

This Week’s Podcast:

On the show this week we have a loose theme of the volcano. You’re just going to have to tune in to find out more. Our featured story comes from the Tarzan OTR Series The Lord Of The Jungle. If you think that Tarzan is going to tangle with a volcano you would be correct. 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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Our story for this week comes from Marion Butler who lives in Stevens Point, Wisconsin. She sent this one into the website via the submission page.  This is one of the strangest ghost stories I have ever heard. Marion has titled it The Hired Man.

Both my parents were in the national guard. Each summer my sister and I would go live with our grandparents on their farm in Kentucky.  We continue to do this today even though my parents have retired from the military.  To say that my gramma’s house is haunted is an understatement. So many stories over so many years and I would love to tell you them all. 

Let me start with the very first one I remember. We came in late for the summer drop off and my grandparents were asleep. My parents got us tucked into bed and they left because they had to get back. I was eight and my sister was ten.

The next morning an old man came into the room and woke us both up. He said we have a lot of chores to do before the sun comes up. We looked at each other and shrugged. We knew that grandpa had hired help so we figured this was him. 

We quickly got ready, as fast as a couple girls can do that, and went downstairs. No grandpa or grandma and it was still dark outside. The old man was there and he pointed outside. He had my sister feed the chickens and pigs and had me gather eggs and sweep out the chicken coop.

We were getting the last of the work done, when my grandpa came out and asked us what we were doing. We told him about the old man and our assigned chores. My grandpa looked quite perplexed. He said the man he hired for the summer was staying in town that night and that he wasn’t old.

Just five minutes before Grandpa came out I was talking with the old man and he was telling how well I was doing my chores.  Well, we looked all over the farm and found no sign of him.  However, that was not the last time we saw him.  I will save that story for another time. – Marion Butler.

This Week’s Podcast:

On the program this week we enter the world of the 30’s pulp magazine with a strange story about Danny Olear of the Interplanetary Flying Police. It is titled The Earthman’s Burden and comes from the pages of Astounding Magazine. 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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