“We are an impossibility in an impossible universe.” Ray Bradbury said that, and when you take in context with our stories, it makes all of these strange things possible. We can say we don’t believe this or that can’t be true. But, in truth, what in the universe is absolute? Only God knows the answer to that. This one from Allison Flores tests the boundaries of this premise in a story titled Grandma’s Rocking Chair.

When I was very young my grandmother passed away. I met her only a few times. The concept of death was not something I understood and I wasn’t even sure what was going on or why everyone was sad. I remember walking through the funeral looking at everyone crying and feeling so lost, feeling like I had something wrong with me. “Why am I not crying, what is wrong with me.” I thought to myself. 

This funeral was far from where I lived so we flew across the country to get there. We were staying in my grandmother’s house that she lived in and raised 4 kids in, all by herself. I was staying with my mom and I must have been about 5 or 6 years old. According to her I got up in the middle of the night and asked my mother if it was alright if I went to the bathroom, to which she of course said yes. I went to the bathroom and my mom heard me talking, thinking I was talking to myself. When I got  back I told her, “Mommy there is a lady sitting on the rocking chair outside the room.” 

My mom, for obvious reasons, freaked out. She walked out of the room and of course nobody was there. But the rocking chair was sitting in the middle of the hallway. She put the chair back where it belonged and went back to bed. Later that night my sister came into the room and woke us both up. She said that there was a banging on her door. My mom came out and in the middle of the hallway was that same rocking chair. 

This is absolutely true and my mother confirms all of it. I like to think of it as grandma watching over us that night.

Allison Flores – Kentucky

This Week’s Podcast:

On the show this week we have more of your stories and a review of the audiobook We Are Legion, We Are Bob.  Our featured story is an OTR detective drama which has a real Film-Noir feel to 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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We have another shadow story from Sue Milddleton who sent this in from Spokane, Washington. Sue has titled it  The Man With No Face. I am not sure why but this story really sent a shiver or two down my spine. I think it might have something to do with a dream I had as a kid that I never quite got over to this day. I hope that you enjoy it. 

I posted this story on reddit about a year ago. This happened back in 2017 and I was 11 years old. We were living in an old apartment building in Spokane. It was just me, my mom and little sister. I have always been obsessed with the paranormal, and would spend my time on youtube listening to ghost stories and things like that. It was during the halloween season, so we decided to go to Oktoberfest which is something we do every year. We bought this tablecloth that had a printing of a ouija board on it. I had always wanted one, but my mom was hesitant. Since this wasn’t a real ouija board she said okay. I still planned to try and play with it anyway to see if I could summon anything. But I never got around to it, so we just ended up hanging it in my room. 

A few months later I decided to get up early and go into the living room to watch cartoons. It was still dark outside, and my mom and sister were asleep. All was well at first, then I saw it. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a black shadow figure dash from the kitchen into the hallway that led to our bedrooms. I instantly spun around and faced the direction where I saw the figure, of course there was nothing there. I shrugged it off and thought I could have just been seeing things in the dark. Fast forward again about a month later and that’s when things start to go down. My sister and I got home from school.  My mom starts to tell us that strange things were happening in our apartment, such as her thumb randomly going numb for no reason at all, the TV and radio messing up and becoming distorted, and our pet birds freaking out like something else was in the apartment. I wasn’t really scared at first, in fact I was excited. I always dreamed of having a paranormal encounter, and now it was finally happening. But soon I would learn that the paranormal is no laughing matter. 

That evening my mom said that she and my sister were going to go and take our dog, Sophie, on a walk. I said I wanted to stay behind to see if anything paranormal would happen, and my mom was ok with it. After that I was left in our apartment alone, and was just sitting there again watching the show Adventure Time on our TV. Suddenly my walkie-talkie that was sitting right by me sprang to life and a man’s voice began talking from the other end. This scared the crap out of me, and I instantly ran outside to meet up with my mom and sister to tell them what happened. She said it could have just been on the same channel as someone else, plus we lived right next to a railroad and sometimes there would be workers up there. But that didn’t make any sense. First off you could clearly see the railroad outside of the living room window, and there was no one out there. And my walkie-talkie had been turned off, so I have no idea how it could have just randomly turned on like that. When we got back the TV was all distorted, and our pet birds were going crazy. That same evening my sister ran out of her room. She said that she saw a faceless man standing in the room, but when we looked in there nothing was there. She was too scared to go back and I started getting a bit spooked as well. My mom was able to convince her everything was fine, and she was finally able to go to sleep. 

That night I woke up at 2:00 AM. I was groggy, but I remember looking at the ouija board table cloth and the yes and no were blinking. I was freaked out. Whenever me or my sister would wake up in the night we would go into my moms room and sleep there. My sister had woken up before me because she was already there, so I went and joined them. All three of us were awake, and tried to go back to sleep. But then things got started. We could hear what sounded like footsteps in our house. We also had a huge shelf of movies in the living room, and it sounded like someone was pulling them off the shelf. On top of all this we could hear pots and pans in the kitchen, and my walkie-talkie in the living room with that same man speaking through it. I don’t know what the voice was saying, but I could clearly hear someone talking. This went on for some time, maybe an hour or so.

The next morning everything mostly went back to normal, that was the last time we heard those noises, and nothing else strange really happened. What was weird was despite the noises, nothing seemed to be out of place. None of our movie cases were scattered or anything. But I knew it wasn’t simply a dream because my sister and mom remember it too. Soon after my mom threw the ouija board tablecloth in the trash, and refuses to buy anything else like that to this day. 

Sue Milddleton 

This Week’s Podcast:

The title for this week’s show is, Three Sci-Fi Stories. That should give you a pretty good idea of what you are in for.  We have an Experiment gone wrong, A spaceman left for dead on Mars, and a pet that is a little more than its owner bargained for. 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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