What Was Sitting in the Corner? | Real Ghost Stories CLASSIC

0:00Today on Real Go Stories Online, was it her imagination or was there really something watching her? This is Real Go Stories Online. We'd like to hear your Real Go Stories. If you have one share with us, please call in anytime 855-855-34802 right in at realgoscoreasonline.com. If you want an ad-free version of the show, you can do that. We'll also get advanced episodes and access to the archive by becoming a premium subscriber. You can do that through Apple Podcasts, you can try it three days free. You can also sign up through patreon.com slash Real Go Stories or it goes to podcast.com. I'm Carol Hughes and Harper is with me today. Hi! Now we're recording this show towards the middle of May, I guess, and you are almost done with school. Yep. How does it feel? It's always such a good feeling. I just remember being done with school and it was just this freedom.

1:03It's a very good feeling. It's a really good feeling, isn't it? Yeah. And then what are you going to do all summer? I have no idea. No idea. Oh, wait. I'm probably going to figure something out. Wait, wait, wait. I do know there's a vacation in your future. Yep. Where are you going? Disney World. Oh, that'd be fun. No, I would love to go. I'm going to Nashville about the same time that you're going there. Oh, fun. And he says, get married. So I'm very excited about that. Oh, and guess what? Guess who is officiating at their wedding? No. And Carol. I am. Wow. If I know you didn't know that I'm a reverend, did you? I did not know that you were a repit. I am a reverend. I then did I know that you were a bartender or a playwriter. But hey, Carol's got all this stuff in store. There's so many things you don't know about me. What's next? Oh, dang it. Did I figure it out? No, you figured out my secret. So you want to hear a ghost story?

2:04I love to. OK, here. Let's do this one. I wouldn't call myself a ghost whisperer. That's hard to say, whisperer, or whatever you call someone, deeply sensitive to the paranormal. But I've had many occasions of weird things happening in my house. I am turning 17 soon, and I've lived in this house my entire life. Throughout the years, I've experienced weird little things that could be passed off as just my imagination, or the fact that this house is very old, things like door swinging open or hearing voices, like once when I was trying to get to sleep. I just really felt uneasy, and I whispered, I'm not alone, am I? And I thought someone whispered back, yes. OK, that to me is not just an old house. That to me is a little bit something more. Now that's probably like a squatter or something, but that's pretty creepy. A ghost squatter? That's how I imagine ghosts sometimes, like squatters.

3:07Because you know, they say they can move from place to place. You know, some people are attached to that place. But why are they, but why don't they just go somewhere else? If you think it'd be like vacation, maybe. You know, I've been here for a long time. I think I'd like to go to Disney World and hunt that, see what it's all about. If I were ghost, I'd go to why? Well, how, why couldn't you do that? I don't know. I'd like to know the answers. I would be a ghost on a plane, on taking people on the plane. Ooh, I'd make that a plane ride, that absolute terror. I'd be a ghost on a cruise ship, until I got tired of it. That would just be kind of fun. So back to the story, when I was in the eighth grade, my grandmother, who suffered from dementia, was getting worse and worse. My mother and I were the only relatives that could actively help her, seeing how my aunt lived in New Mexico, and both of my uncles were born deaf and wouldn't be able to help her

4:07besides they also lived far away. The staff at the nursing home weren't taking proper care of her, and she'd taken a fall and broken her hip. This was not the first time this has happened. My grandmother had fallen and broken her hip in her home, in Rhode Island, which was a 45 minute drive from us. So my mother moved her to an assisted living place, closer to us, before she fell again and broke her arm, before she was moved to the place where she had more recently fallen. My mother knew it was almost time and she was frustrated with everything going on. So my mother decided to take my grandmother off her medications and keep her at home for however long she had. I was around 13 or 14 when this happened, so I was still young enough to be oblivious to most of it, but was old enough to understand when things got serious. I just remember the day before my grandmother came to stay. I came home from school and my mother was on the phone.

5:07I remember seeing her crying. That's how I knew it was serious because my mother never cries. This was all just the background for this story. Sorry, that took so long. My grandmother, my grandmother spent the better part of a week with us and it was near the end of April in beginning of May. My grandmother got more and more delirious as the days went on without her medicine. After a while, she had trouble forming sentences and she'd wake up in the middle of the night babbling nonsense and I'd have to go across the hall and wake up my mother. One of the days, one of the days, while she was still lucid, I stayed in the room watching her while my mom cooked dinner and my father was still at work. My grandmother always loved to sing and she was snarky and sarcastic. I think I get most of my personality from her. I remember her being fully lucid for a while and she was singing to me along with the old songs my mom had Pandora playing for her.

6:08All of a sudden, she looked off into the corner of the room and stopped. She grabbed my hand and sort of tugged me farther away from the corner yelling, go away, you aren't welcome here. What's the matter, grandma? I asked, thinking that she wasn't lucid anymore. I went to get my mother. The door to the room is in the same corner and my grandmother was looking in and she grabbed my hand and said, page, don't go over there, it's not safe. Now I was kind of freaking out wondering if there really was something there. I'd had experiences in the house before and I knew my grandmother was lucid because she used my name. She'd forgotten my name a long time ago I'd thought. I'd asked her what she was looking at and she told me there was a dark man sitting in the corner of the room staring at her and that he'd been showing up a lot. I asked her if he was still there and she nodded yes. Still have believing it was just her delirium.

7:08I spoke towards the corner and said, can you please leave your scaring my grandmother and according to her, he left. A couple days later, after she passed, I was in a state of depression for a long time after that but around my freshman year of high school everything went back to normal. And as soon as I thought I could put everything behind me, I was 15 and deemed old enough to spend time at home alone and during those periods of time I started feeling uneasy as if I was being watched. It didn't feel evil but it also didn't feel nice. It got to the point where I would not take showers when I was home alone for fear of actually being watched. That's how real it felt. It was as if they were right behind me looking at what I was doing over my shoulder but as soon as I turned around nothing was there and the feeling would dissipate for a bit but then it would come back again anywhere from immediately to 20 or 30 minutes later.

8:09This still happens every now and again and I'm so relieved that next fall I'll be leaving this house for good to go to college. I say for good because I'm my father's last child and my mother's only child so they don't need such a big house. They'll be moving to something smaller when I leave for college. If I'm lucky, I won't have those instances feeling watched after I leave but I can't help wondering from time to time if that the man my grandmother saw is the one that I've had interactions with all of my life or if it's my grandmother herself watching over me seeing as she died in the house and her ashes are spread in my mother's yard gardens. Though that seems less likely because like I said it didn't feel evil but it also didn't feel nice and I'd always been my grandmother's favorite seeing I was the one that lived close by and would visit often. If it was her, I feel it would be a more pleasant feeling

9:11of watchfulness. Either way, I never told anyone about these stories because my father is always so black and white would say it's just your imagination or stop with a bullshit page and my mother is an atheist and she doesn't believe in the spiritual world at all. I am one as well but it's hard for me not to be spiritual after everything I grew up with in that house. I'm just really relieved to be getting this off my chest finally. I have a great day, I'm sorry, my story is so long. What are your thoughts about that one? The figure in the corner is just, is very gary and the fact that she didn't think it was like positive or negative clearly says something. Do you think her grandmother is in the house with her? I kind of think it was something else. Dimension is a very, very strange thing and I'll tell you a story of once when I was, oh gosh, like 19, I was working in a nursing home

10:13and there was a woman who had dimension she would frequently see things all the time and taking the grandmother off of her medication suddenly could or would cause some hallucinations, definitely. But this woman, she would see things frequently and one day she was just beside herself and I could hear all the way down the hall. She was just yelling and yelling and yelling and so I went into her room and I said, are you okay? And she grabs my hand and she's pointing outside and she's just crying and she goes, the donkey, they're not feeding the donkey, they haven't fed it and it's starving, you need to call the Humane Society. I said, who's not feeding it? The people that own it, they're not feeding it and it's starving, you have to call someone, you have to feed it. And so I said, okay, let me see what I can do. So I walked out in the hall room and I just, in the hallway and I just did there for a few minutes

11:16and I came back in and I took her hand and I said, I just want you to know that I went out to see how the donkey's doing and she looks at me and she was so at peace and she said, I saw you feed it. Thank you so much. And obviously I didn't feed the donkey but that's how real the hallucination was. I didn't tell her I'd fed it but I just said, you know, I'm gonna go out and see what I can do. Came back in, I just want you to know I went and saw the donkey and she thought I had fed it and that's all she needed to be calmed down was just acknowledged and I had it. She was great for the rest of the day and that's how real those hallucinations can be to people. So the guy, to me, the guy in the corner of the room could have been a hallucination because she had been taken off her medications but maybe she was also seen something I don't know. That's the thing about dementia because if you really are hallucinating or if you really are seeing something

12:18that's dark in the corner, you don't know because it could be attributed to dementia either way. I don't know. I think that if your grandmother was watching over you and you felt that behind you all the time that might feel a little spooky but I kinda think there are two separate things going on there. I did too. I really do think there are two separate things. Well, if you like the show and you want an ad free experience sign up to be a premium subscriber. You can do that through applepodcast.com you can try it three days for either. You can also sign up through patreon.com slash Roll Go Stories or at ghostpodcast.com and for all of us here at Roll Go Stories Online, thanks for listening.