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In 1985, a teenager in Dodge City, Kansas, thought an ordinary night of curiosity couldn’t hurt. His sister owned a Ouija board—something to joke about, a party trick for bored teens. But what happened that night would make sure he never touched one again. When he and his sister placed their hands on the planchette, it moved with deliberate slowness, spelling out a single name: David. They laughed, asking lighthearted questions—until he asked what the word goodbye at the bottom of the board meant. The board spelled it out clearly: It’s for my mother. Then came the next message—one that froze them cold: “So she can meet… S-A-T-A-N.” Terrified, they ran inside. His friend clutched a rosary, sobbing, praying through the chaos. They survived the night—but not the questions that followed. Because the name “David” wasn’t random. It matched a cousin who had died in that same house… and who’d been an atheist. Some messages from beyond aren’t meant to be heard—and some names, once spoken, never leave you. #RealG

Some hauntings never stay inside the walls they began in. This story follows a girl raised in the shadows of New Orleans — a place where the ground itself breathes history and the dead are never truly gone. Her childhood home wasn’t just unstable because of the violent man who lived there; it was alive with something older, something watching. It started with whispered voices calling her name, objects moving when no one was near, and the unmistakable feeling of being studied. But the night she saw a shimmering man in the hallway — a figure that sprinted through the air and vanished straight into a closet door — she realized this wasn’t imagination. This was a real haunting. This isn’t just a ghost story. It’s the story of a haunting that attached to a person — and never let go. #TrueGhostStory #RealHaunting #HauntedHouse #Paranormal #GhostStories #NewOrleansHaunted #ShadowFigure #CreepyStory #SpiritEncounter #HauntedLife #DemonicPresence #RealParanormal Love real ghost stories? Don’t just listen—join us o

Some houses come with creaky floors and old wiring. Hers came with graves in the backyard. In this episode, we follow a caller who grew up in a seemingly ordinary Ontario home… until her dad dug up engraved bricks in the yard, each marked with a name, birth year, and death year. That’s when the strange began. A normal after-school afternoon turned chilling when she saw her little sister sitting on the stairs, silently glaring — only to learn her real sister had been in the kitchen the entire time. If that wasn’t enough, a basement renovation ended with a disembodied male voice in her father’s ear… and a space heater violently thrown to the floor. Years later, in a different 1800s apartment, a six-foot figure in a gray hoodie stood in her doorway… then by her bed… and her dad quietly admitted he’d seen it too. Then we jump to a college studio where insomnia, an unplugged alarm clock that wouldn’t stop ringing, and a woman in a white, wedding-like dress standing in the corner turn a simple student apartment

It was just another Delta L-1011 on the tarmac at Dallas-Fort Worth—except everyone on the ground crew knew this one had a history. Buried deep within its systems were replacement parts salvaged from Eastern Airlines Flight 401, the 1972 crash that killed more than a hundred people. The plane flew again—but not alone. Todd worked that jet for five years. And during that time, he and countless others began to see them: crew members who didn’t belong to Delta… uniforms decades out of date… smiles that vanished into thin air. Whispers in the galley. Shadows in the reflection of cabin windows. Cold air that seemed to breathe. They weren’t stories. They were sightings—repeated, documented, impossible to ignore. Maybe the crew of Flight 401 never left the sky. Maybe, for them, the flight just… kept going. #TrueGhostStory #Flight401 #HauntedPlane #EasternAirlines #AviationMystery #GhostStories #ParanormalActivity #RealHaunting #Supernatural #RealGhostStoriesOnline Love real ghost stories? Don’t just listen—join

This is a Grave Talks CLASSIC EPISODE! Some psychics discover their abilities as adults. Cynthia Killion didn’t get that choice. Her first awakening struck when she was just five years old — long before she understood what it meant to feel energy that wasn’t hers, or hear whispers from places no one else could sense. As she grew up, the voices didn’t fade. The visions didn’t stop. Instead, they sharpened, pulling her toward a path she couldn’t ignore. Decades later, she’s not only a seasoned psychic medium but an astrologer and mentor who guides others through their own awakenings. For more than 25 years, people have come to her for answers — drawn not by theatrics, but by the quiet certainty of someone who’s lived with the veil open her entire life. How does a childhood gift become a lifelong calling? And what happens to someone who never remembers a time before the spirits spoke? #PsychicMedium #Astrology #SpiritualAwakening #RealPsychics #Mediumship #PsychicStories #ParanormalPodcast #SpiritualGuide #

At just eleven years old, she should’ve been thinking about school and summer plans—not life and death. But when a sudden illness sent her into emergency surgery, everything changed. Doctors fought to save her as her body gave out on the table. But while they worked, she was watching… from above. Then came the music: angelic voices rising in harmony, filling the room with warmth and radiance. One by one, the figures of light turned toward her and spoke: It isn’t your time. When she woke, her words stunned everyone in the room. She described the instruments, the exact phrases the doctors had said, even the moment her blood pressure flatlined. There was no medical explanation. Only mystery. Years later, she still carries the scar—but the true mark left on her was spiritual. Because what she remembers most isn’t the surgery… it’s the light that welcomed her. #NearDeathExperience #TrueStory #Afterlife #NDE #AngelicEncounter #SpiritualAwakening #Heaven #ParanormalExperience #LifeAfterDeath #TrueMiracle Love

Some people grow up haunted by memories. Others grow up haunted, period. For one military family, every move should have been a fresh start—Pennsylvania, Colorado, and beyond. But for their son, the darkness always unpacked right beside him. Footsteps charging down hallways, warm breath on his face when no one was there, and laughter that bled through walls long after midnight. Each house offered a brief peace before the pattern began again: the lights clicking on and off by unseen hands, shadows moving with purpose, and a pale face grinning from the porch outside his window. And then came the dream. A man in a yellow mask, laughing over a newspaper like he’d been waiting for years. When the family finally settled for good, the activity only grew bolder—footsteps on the stairs, whispers brushing against his ear, and a doppelgänger giggling in the basement where he never slept. Whatever this was, it didn’t haunt the house. It haunted him. Decades later, he’s stopped running. The laughter still comes, soft a

In a small town outside the Quad Cities, the shadows came first—quick, darting things that slipped across walls when no one was looking. Her father saw them, her stepmother feared them, but it was the daughter who saw what the others couldn’t. One afternoon, she stepped out of her bedroom and froze at the sight of a little blond boy on the stairs—blue eyes, striped shirt, denim overalls. He looked right at her, then turned and vanished before her eyes. It wasn’t imagination. Not in that house. Not after the night her stepmother fled a towering shadow that filled the doorway, or the hours she lay awake hearing game controls being mashed in an empty room. Years later, her father confessed that when she was just a toddler, she used to try prying open her window—because “the little boy wanted her to come out and play.” She never saw him again after they moved, but she still wonders why she was the only one he showed himself to. Maybe the shadows had chosen her from the start. #HauntedHouse #RealGhostStory #Par

A college studio in Hays, Kansas won’t let its tenant sleep—alarms blare with no power, and a pale figure stands watch in the corner. Years later, another apartment whispers a woman’s name into empty rooms while a baby wakes in terror, eyes locked on a doorway no one else dares to stare down. A sudden fever spikes, a seizure hits, and the family bolts to a new town… where the bed still dips under unseen weight and children keep hearing their names. Then a second caller describes the kind of night you only talk about once: dawn light, a presence at her side, pain like live current flooding her body, a voice inside warning, don’t look right. One prayer—whispered through clenched teeth—and it all stops. Not every haunting knocks. Some flip the switch, press the mattress, and wait for you to look. #RealGhostStories #HaysKansasGhosts #HauntedApartment #SleepParalysis #Poltergeist #DisembodiedVoice #ChildSeesSpirits #Lord’sPrayer #ParanormalActivity #AfterlifePets Love real ghost stories? Don’t just listen—join

She didn’t believe in ghosts—only in the way a room can bristle like a fight just happened. At a living-history park, she opened the same log house each morning and was often hit by a wave of anger, like walking into someone else’s argument. She’d quietly “greet the lady of the house,” and most days the air would settle… until it didn’t. From her chair with a clear view of the swollen, heavy door, she’d hear it yanked open—groaning, scraping—while it never actually moved. Children’s laughter rose from the empty grass court. Men’s voices murmured from the cemetery. And some afternoons, heel-to-toe footsteps climbed the stairs above her, a dress whispering across the boards, a window forcing open, a lone rocking chair creaking by the light—yet no one was there when she looked. Was it a spirit still pacing its home, or history replaying itself like an afterimage on an old screen? She isn’t sure. She just knows that house had a way of answering back.  #RealGhostStory #HistoricalPark #HauntedHouse #ResidualEner

This is a Grave Talks CLASSIC EPISODE! Leslie Rule doesn’t just tell ghost stories—she proves them. In her latest book, Haunted in America: True Ghost Stories From The Best of Leslie Rule Collection, she dives deep into chilling tales that span decades and states, uncovering the history, tragedy, and truth behind each haunting. Leslie shares how her lifelong curiosity—and years of meticulous research—led her to document real encounters with the supernatural. Every story she tells is grounded in fact, supported by interviews, archives, and firsthand experiences from those who’ve faced the unexplainable. From haunted homes to restless spirits that refuse to fade into history, Leslie Rule invites listeners to question what they believe about life, death, and the unseen forces that bridge the two. This is Part Two of our conversation. #TheGraveTalks #Hauntings #HauntedInAmerica #TrueGhostStories #ParanormalPodcast #RealHauntings #HauntedHistory #SupernaturalEncounters #GhostResearch #HauntedAmerica #Paranorma

This is a Grave Talks CLASSIC EPISODE! Leslie Rule doesn’t just tell ghost stories—she proves them. In her latest book, Haunted in America: True Ghost Stories From The Best of Leslie Rule Collection, she dives deep into chilling tales that span decades and states, uncovering the history, tragedy, and truth behind each haunting. Leslie shares how her lifelong curiosity—and years of meticulous research—led her to document real encounters with the supernatural. Every story she tells is grounded in fact, supported by interviews, archives, and firsthand experiences from those who’ve faced the unexplainable. From haunted homes to restless spirits that refuse to fade into history, Leslie Rule invites listeners to question what they believe about life, death, and the unseen forces that bridge the two. #TheGraveTalks #Hauntings #HauntedInAmerica #TrueGhostStories #ParanormalPodcast #RealHauntings #HauntedHistory #SupernaturalEncounters #GhostResearch #HauntedAmerica #ParanormalAuthor #RealGhostStories Love real g

It began with an apartment overlooking a cemetery in Iowa City—a small place, young couple, cheap rent. What followed was years of escalating terror that refused to stay contained within four walls. Curtains that opened on their own. A porcelain doll staring toward the graves. Voices caught on answering machines. A priest who admitted the darkness was beyond his training. But moving didn’t stop it. It only gave it new walls to inhabit. From the coastal apartment where a child laughed at something called “the witch”—to a new house where even the dog obeyed a voice that wasn’t human—the haunting grew bolder, more intelligent, more personal. This is the story of a presence that didn’t just haunt a home—it haunted a family. Because sometimes, the dead don’t follow the house. They follow you. #RealGhostStory #HauntedHouse #ParanormalActivity #CemeteryHaunting #TrueGhostStories #UnexplainedPhenomena #EvilFollows #WitchInTheCorner #DemonicPresence #SupernaturalEncounter #HauntedIowa #CursedFamily  Love real ghos

Some houses don’t wait for nightfall to reveal what’s inside them. When Mia was five, a closet door in her family’s new home began opening on its own—slowly, deliberately—before slamming shut as if something unseen lurked behind it. Years later, home alone at sixteen, she saw a blonde girl in a blue dress appear in her doorway. The girl met her eyes and whispered, “Get up, Mia.” Then vanished. Elsewhere in Las Vegas, another family found their apartment locking itself, footsteps pacing above their second-floor ceiling, and a child speaking to an invisible man with bloody hands. When a perfume bottle hurled itself across the room, they finally fled. And across the country, a middle-schooler awoke to the soft, familiar voice of her late grandmother—calmly reminding her it was 7:20 and time for school. The clock proved her right. From haunted houses to lingering spirits and restless echoes that still speak our names, these stories remind us: the dead don’t always stay silent, and sometimes… they just want to

Victoria only meant to ask her father-in-law a question. She knocks, waits, and hears a knock back—playful, human. Except he isn’t in the room. He’s walking in from the garage on the far side of the house. Years earlier, the same man faced something darker. Soda cans crashed in the night, children whispered to invisible friends, and a little girl’s mattress shoved itself off the frame. When they finally moved out, a neighbor told him the truth: a teenage girl had been murdered in that very room. Alone a few nights later, he woke to the sound of breathing beside his bed—followed by one word that sent him running. Elsewhere, two girls press their faces to the dusty window of an abandoned home, daring each other to look inside. Then come the piano notes—two clear tones from a house that should be silent. And miles away, a mother watches her daughter speak to spirits she can name, people long dead but somehow still present. Sometimes hauntings don’t end when you leave the house. Sometimes they pass through the

She works with death every day—but some cases don’t stay on the scene. As a death investigator, she’s seen more than her share of tragedy: suicides, lonely deaths, rooms that still hum with the energy of what just happened. But soon after her first case—a man who took his own life—her children began hearing her voice when she wasn’t home. They saw figures move from room to room. Something had followed her back. At another scene, she knelt beside the deceased to place an ankle tag when the house fell utterly silent. Seconds later, her coworkers screamed—someone had laughed, a child’s giggle echoing through the room, though no child was there. And in one immaculate home, as she opened a door covered in white sheets, a whisper hissed directly into her ear: “Stop.” Now, every time she leaves a scene, she speaks aloud to the unseen—explaining her presence, wishing them peace, and begging them not to follow. Because in her line of work, the dead don’t always stay where she finds them.  #RealGhostStory #DeathInv

This is a Grave Talks CLASSIC EPISODE! Dan Rivera has lived with the supernatural since childhood. Growing up in a home where his aunt practiced Santeria, he learned early that spirits are real—and that both good and evil can be influenced by the living. Those experiences shaped his understanding of spiritual warfare and led him to a calling that few are brave enough to follow. Now the lead investigator for the New England Society for Paranormal Research, founded by Ed and Lorraine Warren, Dan continues their legacy of confronting the darkest aspects of the paranormal. In this episode of The Grave Talks, he explores unsettling questions: Can a person possessed in life return as a demon? What is happening in today’s world that seems to invite more darkness than ever before? And most importantly—how can we protect ourselves? From possessions and demonic encounters to the thin line between the living and the damned, Dan Rivera offers a rare and sobering glimpse into the world of modern demonology. This is Par

This is a Grave Talks CLASSIC EPISODE! Dan Rivera has lived with the supernatural since childhood. Growing up in a home where his aunt practiced Santeria, he learned early that spirits are real—and that both good and evil can be influenced by the living. Those experiences shaped his understanding of spiritual warfare and led him to a calling that few are brave enough to follow. Now the lead investigator for the New England Society for Paranormal Research, founded by Ed and Lorraine Warren, Dan continues their legacy of confronting the darkest aspects of the paranormal. In this episode of The Grave Talks, he explores unsettling questions: Can a person possessed in life return as a demon? What is happening in today’s world that seems to invite more darkness than ever before? And most importantly—how can we protect ourselves? From possessions and demonic encounters to the thin line between the living and the damned, Dan Rivera offers a rare and sobering glimpse into the world of modern demonology. #TheGraveT

Tulare, California isn’t known for hauntings—but one man’s entire life became proof that some ghosts don’t need places; they need people. It began when he was five, screaming about “snakes in the corner” no one else could see. Night terrors gave way to waking horrors: a vision of his dead grandmother glowing by his mother’s dresser, a radio shutting off on its own, pounding footsteps that shook the walls. When he left that house, the haunting followed. As the experiences grew darker, his mother confessed she’d heard whispers, too—two voices breathing near her ear in the middle of the night. “I’ve seen the gates of hell in our living room,” she said. Now grown, he still sleeps with the TV on. Not for comfort, but for company. Because when the static cuts in, he swears he can hear it breathing. This is the story of a haunting that never stayed in one house—and the man who learned that sometimes, the thing in the dark isn’t waiting behind the door. It’s waiting for you to close your eyes. #NightTerrors #Rea

A musician in a historic Arkansas home thinks his mom just walked past his door—until he finds her fast asleep and the “elderly lady in a nightgown” fits a dead neighbor’s description. Years later, as he clears out the place, thunderous boots charge both ends of the house and an attic door hammers itself—right up until police arrive and watch it open, pause, and lock. Up in Rhode Island, a grand old mansion shows its teeth: a plaid-shirted workman with a hammer crosses the hall, cards blast off a kitchen table, and an appliance pops itself open hard enough to throw dinner across the room. And in Ontario, a listener learns the basement boy’s name—Carter—then stops chatting with him. That’s when a small, furious silhouette waits on the stair landing… and a black-and-white dream suggests Carter’s era might not be ours. They asked to be left alone. The house had other plans. #RealGhostStories #HauntedHouse #HistoricHomes #Apparition #Poltergeist #AtticDoor #DisembodiedFootsteps #HauntedMansion #ShadowFigure #