4 TRUE Ghostly Paranormal Stories Ft. Mortis Media | Real Paranormal Stories Series

4 TRUE Ghostly Paranormal Stories Ft. Mortis Media | Real Paranormal Stories Series

August 9, 2019 72 By William Hollis


The Paranormal Scholar invites you to sit
down and listen to these true tales of the paranormal submitted to us by our subscribers
and narrated, in part, by the horror narrator Mortis Media. I come from a small town in the heart of Serbia. The house I grew up in had belonged to my
father for many years, and for most of my childhood had brought our family nothing but
happy memories. However, about 4 years ago things began to
happen in that place that I just could not explain. One evening, I was outside taking pictures
of my home. I was standing underneath our wooden gazebo,
the garden to my side, facing the house. It wasn’t until afterwards that I realised
my camera had captured something strange. It was a glimmer of light hovering over the
roof. If I had to describe it as anything, I would
describe it as an ‘orb’. At first I thought it was an anomaly with
the camera flash. I had taken other photos from that same position…
and nothing. A few of my friends said it was probably just
dust. So, I soon forgot about the photo. Last year, my sister and I made a special
gift for our mom’s birthday. It was a jar which we had decorated and filled
with 50 notes saying why she was the best mom. Anyway, she loved it, and placed it somewhere
that she would always see it – on top of the TV in her bedroom. One day sometime afterwards, while my mom
was ironing, she heard a loud and sudden bang. She turned and saw that the jar had moved. It was no longer on top of the TV. It was on the shelf directly beneath it. She was a bit spooked, but put the jar back
and left the room. A couple of days passed before a similar incident
occurred. She was walking through that room when it
happened. Only, this time, my mom saw it. She said that she saw the jar being pushed
off the TV, do a flip, and then – almost like someone moved it mid air – land perfectly
on the shelf. She could not explain what she had seen. So scared as she was, she refused to touch
the jar. Later, I put the jar back on the TV and waited
for it to happen again, but nothing did. To this day, my mom refuses to keep the jar
on top of the TV. By now, I was seriously beginning to question
what was happening in my house. It was then that my dad told me about something
truly terrifying which had happened to him some 20 years before, when he was about 20
years old, before he married my mom. Every night when he lay down in his bed in
that house, he would be haunted by three, loud knocks. Just as he was drifting off to sleep, he would
hear it: a single, sharp knock, a pause, and then another two knocks. The knocks sounded as though they were coming
from outside of the house; but, there was never anything there. Yet, each night when my dad was alone in bed,
just before he fell asleep, these same three knocks would beat out against the wall. The inexplicable sounds continued for about
year, until the time came for my dad to go into the army. In my country, it is mandatory to spend a
year in the army, if only for training in times of peace. When my dad came back home, whatever had been
causing the knocking had gone, and the noises with it. My dad was never able to explain the source
of those knocks. I cannot help but wonder whether that thing
– whatever it was – truly ever left. Or whether it remained in that house, and
remains still to this day. This happened to me when I was about six or
seven. I’m a twin, and my sister and I shared a room
at the time. Our beds were pushed against adjacent walls
and the heads met at the corner. On the opposite corner was a closet, between
our beds and the closet, there was a huge amount of open floor space where we could
play. We had a close family friend we called Nana. She wasn’t related to us by blood but she
was practically a grandmother to us. And we loved her dearly. She was an older woman, very religious, and
one of the kindest people I’ve known. That night, I can’t remember why, but Nana
was staying overnight with us. We had set up an air mattress in my sister
and I’s room for her to use. My bed was parallel to the mattress, with
the foot of the bed facing the closet, so Nana and I had the same view of the closest. Very late that night I woke up for no particular
reason. I remember knowing that it must have been
late because the TV was off downstairs. My parents often stayed up late watching it,
it would have to have been past midnight at least. Nana and my sister were both fast asleep,
and I could hear my dad snoring in the other room – I was the only one awake. The first thing I noticed was the closet door
– it was open. This was unusual, as we always closed it to
stop our cat from going in there and messing with our things. The second thing that I noticed was that the
interior was pitch black. It wasn’t a normal kind of darkness – there
was a street lamp right outside that room which gave off enough excess light for you
to be able to see inside the closet. But not today. It was total darkness, almost like the blackness
itself was absorbing the light. Absorbing it entirely. At the same time there seemed to be a shape
inside the closet. It’s hard to describe what it was like,
as it didn’t seem to interact with light like a normal object. However, I do remember that it took up the
whole space of the closet and that it looked sharp. In fact, I remember specifically thinking
it looked like broken glass… but even that’s not exactly the right way to describe this
thing. Everything about this object – this thing
– seemed wrong, unplaceable, unnatural, and even sinister. Being a terrified child I sat there for a
long time unable to move. Then, very quietly, I woke up my Nana. She needed glasses, so I don’t know how she
could have seen this thing, because she seemed very calm. When I told her what I saw, she asked me if
I thought it was real or not. I honestly didn’t know and when I said as
much she told me to do the unthinkable. “Go touch it.” I can understand her thinking. She probably thought if I got close I could
see that it was a dress or coat and then I would no longer be afraid. But I just could not bring myself to do it. I was frozen. It felt as though hours had passed. Eventually I slid off my bed, Nana still laying
down without her glasses on. The thing didn’t move as I got closer. It didn’t go away either. I was terrified of touching it, not only because
of how dark and evil it felt, but also because I was certain that I would be cut to ribbons. It towered over me, as real as anything, and
slowly, shaking, I stuck my hand into the closet. My hand went right through the thing – no
change in temperature or in the way that the air felt, and no reaction from the creature
itself. Petrified, I managed to whimper, “It’s still
there, Nana!”. I was holding back tears. I didn’t see or hear her move to turn the
lights back on, but the instant they were on I was standing in front of the empty closet. Nana looked as scared as I did, and made me
promise not to tell my sister, who was still sound asleep. I still don’t know what that darkness was,
but I never saw it again. In Alberta, Canada there is a place called
the Royal Tyrell museum. It is a dinosaur museum, named after a geologist
who found the first dinosaur fossil in the area by chance in the late 1800s. Sometimes classes of schoolchildren would
arrange to stay overnight to learn more about fossil records. In 2007, mine was one such class. It had just passed 5pm. Closing time for the museum. So, we were allowed to roam the exhibits. Being a new junior high student, I had just
been entrusted with my very own cell phone. I roamed around the specimens recording a
lot of footage. I found one of the aquatic exhibition rooms
particularly interesting. It housed a colossal specimen: a 21 metre
long Shonisaurus. A giant marine reptile that haunted northeastern
British Columbia 220 million years ago The museum regarded it as its crown jewel, and
I could see why. Although incomplete, the fossil truly was
giant. I finished my filming for the night, and then
thought nothing more of it. Months later I thought back to my night at
the museum and decided to review all that I had recorded. Eventually I came to the footage of the Shonisaurus. I was standing at the tail of the creature
surveying the room. On the video, I noticed something at the opposite
end of the fossil close to its jaws. It looked like a faint outline of a leg. It was spectral. Ghostly. Half not there. In the video, whilst I was standing still,
I said to the friend I was with: “It looks cool, but so much is missing.” At this point the foot moved to face me. Then it turned and walked out of the room. For the next five to ten minutes of video,
I watched in horror as the foot followed me around the museum. As I walked filming the exhibits, I saw it
turn corners ahead of me. Everywhere I went, the ghostly foot followed. It is said that the ghost of the geologist
whom the museum was named after wanders the halls at night, making sure that the exhibits
meet his standards. Had I invoked his displeasure after commenting
on the incompleteness of one of the museum’s prize specimens? Was it his ghost that I encountered that night? I cannot explain it. I wish I could share the footage with you… Unfortunately it was lost after I dropped
my phone in a glass of iced tea. The story I am about to relate to you happened
four years ago. It was afternoon and I was home alone. From where I sat in my bed, I could see the
brightness of the sun pour in through the window. All of a sudden, my relaxation was interrupted
by a faint whisper in my ear. It was that of a little girl and I’ll never
forget what she said to me, “Get me out of here”. As soft as her voice was, her words chilled
me to the bone. I was terrified. Later that day, long after the sun had set
and night rolled in, I heard someone running up and down the hallway right outside my bedroom
door. But no one was there. The footsteps were light, and made me think
of the child’s whisper from earlier that day. These events marked the beginning of a series
of paranormal experiences which I still cannot explain. A few weeks passed without incident. Then, once again, I was sitting home alone
in my bed. My eyelids felt heavy, so I closed them just
for a second. And you know when you close your eyes you
can see things without actually ‘seeing’? Well, in that moment, between the blackness
and the light I saw a little girl. She was standing just a few feet away from
me, in the corner of the room. She was young, short, and wore a red dress
which was embroidered with a leaf-like pattern. Her skin was extremely pale, almost translucent. Her hair – parted down the middle – was long
and black. I only saw her for that split second, but
the image of her imprinted itself into my mind. For several months afterwards, I would see
this girl in my dreams each night. The sight of her haunted me, following me
from dream to dream. During this time, objects would mysteriously
disappear, only to reappear in a different place. All the time, I felt as though this child
wanted something from me. Yet, I did not know how to help her. Then, one night, the girl visited me no more. She was gone from my dreams, and my house. And so this spectral girl exited my life as
mysteriously as she had entered it. In the aftermath of my experience, I tried
using a Ouija board in an attempt to contact the spirit child. It provided no answer. Since that time, I have not heard or seen
the girl again. I will never know what she wanted from me,
or whether or not her spirit found peace. I hope you enjoyed this instalment of True
Paranormal Stories. I would like to extend my gratitude to Mortis
Media for his narrations, with the hope that you pay a visit to his channel. You can follow the link on screen to listen
to Mort and I narrate yet more ghostly paranormal stories in the other half of this collaboration. On his channel, Mort has a truly chilling
library of around 100 true horror stories, including many paranormal. He uploads new creepy content at least twice
a week, so please be sure to visit. And, as always, don’t forget to like and
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