Our story was sent to us via the web site by Lee Garcia from New York. It is the perfect example of the Head scratcher.

Before my family moved, we lived in a small town called Waterford, outside Albany, NY. It was along the Mohawk River, and is very close to where the Mohawk and Hudson connect in the Erie Canal system. We lived in a small house at the time, around 15 years ago.

My parents both had instances in the house where they would hear me as a 3 year old having conversations by myself in my room. They were freaked out by this, obviously. When they asked me who it was, I would always give the same response, “The Run-Around Man”

This also coincided with an experience they had where the lights in the kitchen would turn on and off at will. When they had someone come look at it, they said it was perfectly fine but it never stopped. One day my father was watching the wall switch and it moved on its own right in front of him.

Years later my parents found out from some people who had lived in the town for many years that the house used to be occupied by a handyman in the 1920s and 30s. He was referred to around town as “The Run-Around Man”. His family lived there until a fire nearly destroyed the house and he was killed.

On a side note; my family moved from that house in the mid-2000s. It was torn down after massive flooding from Hurricane Sandy in 2012. – Lee Garcia

There’s not much anyone can say about that story. It truly left me scratching my head in wonder. I am always interested in looking things up and I decided to look into Waterford. I found an amazing photo of the flooded streets in 2012. I also found this little tale. Cohoes Falls is a waterfall that runs off the Mohawk River between the city of Cohoes and the town of Waterford. It was originally named Gahaoose, meaning “The Place of Falling Canoe.” Legend has it that a Native American girl was canoeing on the river one summer night when the current overtook her, forcing her to fall off the falls to her death. Her ghost has since been spotted on nights of the full moon, wearing war paint and paddling against the rapids. Sounds like your town has quite the history Lee.

This Week’s Podcast:

On the program this week we have a great experiment. I have always enjoyed the show MST3k and often wondered if this can be done with old time radio shows. Well, this week Sylvia Shults and I found out. We take the classic The Thing On The Fourble Board and turn it into our version of Mystery Science Theater 3000. 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 story comes from the great city of Los Angeles. It was sent in by Leslie Jennings and she has titled it, That’s My Dad. I got chills as I read it and have to say I won’t forget this one. Many stories we have are so dark. This one felt refreshing and I totally believe it. I am collecting stories for a book. I can guarantee that this one is going to make the cut.

I was 12 maybe 13, currently 24 and I remember this like it was yesterday.  My mom bought a new house. She was hoping for a fresh start. The house needed some cosmetic work done but otherwise was really nice. It was a three bedroom home just perfect for us. It had a fenced-in backyard so we could finally have a dog. Once we moved in things were great, never noticed anything too weird. But I guess that is how all these stories start. I don’t remember exactly when but I remember how. 

Every morning I would wake up to find my closet door open. I didn’t think too much of it, my sister was around six then, and she always was getting into my stuff. Then I started having weird dreams of a shadow man that stood in my closet. I knew he was watching me but I was too scared to move or say anything. This kept happening every night and it was affecting my sleep. So much so I was falling asleep in class at school. My mom asked what was going on and I explained my dreams. At first she brushed it off as a recurring nightmare. But they kept coming and my life was not a happy one.

One day I got this bright idea to bring all my heavy school books home and put it in front of my closet door thinking that would stop this creep from watching me. The next morning I woke up in horror to see my book bag with my history, biology and English textbooks in it pushed aside and the door open! Now I knew this was real! I told my mom everything and she decided to do some digging online about the house. I thought to myself, “like, why didn’t you do this before we bought the place?” 

She couldn’t find anything so she went around to the neighbors and asked if anyone knew anything about the house. They told her a drug dealer used to live there and was murdered. He apparently was stabbed multiple times. Honestly, I don’t know how my mom felt but she put on a tuff front and figured out a way to have the house cleansed. Well the story doesn’t end here. The last time he appeared to me was probably the most terrifying. 

That night while trying to fall asleep I heard the door creak open and stupidly I looked. I saw the man. He was a heavier set guy with a bald head. He had dark eyes and a blank look on his face, kind of sad looking. He had a tattoo on his neck and he was probably in his 40s. I can still picture him clear as day. I wanted to scream, but I ran to my little sister’s room and slept on her floor. 

The next day we were playing outside when a car I didn’t recognize pulled into our driveway. My mom came out outside concerned about this stranger. She walked up to the car and talked to the driver. Then a young girl hopped out; she had to be 14 or 15 not too sure. My mom talked to her for a while then called me over. She explained that she used to live here and it was her dad who was killed in the house. In fact she was in the house when it happened along with both of her grandparents. She told us that her dad decided to quit drug dealing so he could be better for his daughter. Then one day a guy, who was looking for some drugs, came by and didn’t like that he couldn’t get any. A fight broke out when her dad tried to make him leave. He died protecting his family. 

After I heard that I became overwhelmed with emotion this was a lot for me to take in. My mom asked me if I could explain to her what I’ve seen. So I did. Then the girl started to cry after I described the man. She said, “that’s my dad”. I was so confused and honestly kind of scared. She pulled out a picture and showed me and sure enough her dad was the ghost I had seen in my closet. My mom let her walk through the house one last time. After that day I never saw him again, no dreams, and my closet never opened on its own again. – Leslie Jennings

This Week’s Podcast:

On the program this week we continue the Month Of Spooky with one of scariest OTR stories ever made. It comes from the series Suspense and is recognized for its unusual plot twists. A couple moves into the House In Cypress Canyon only to have their lives changed forever. 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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