Who Was Jerry? | Real Ghost Stories

Today on Real Ghost Stories Online, her two young sons kept insisting a boy named Jerry lived in their bedroom closet.

What happened when she finally started wondering?

Whether they were telling the truth.

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You ever have or hear strange things from children that you just chalked up to being just their imagination.

Like someone says, whatever.

And you're like, that's a serename.

Or were you the child that had something strange that you brought something to an adult

and you know you saw it or experienced something.

And they're like, it's just you're just seeing things.

It's just your imagination.

Not me personally.

But we've talked about it a number of times.

But my nephew, Chris, talked to my dad for a long time after he died.

I can't think of any situation where I had something happen.

I mean, listen, my parents didn't think anything I had to say was worthy at all.

So certainly in this case, if I did think I saw ghost or whatever,

they'd really beat the hell out of me.

But no, I think we've all had kids go, I was talking to Sarah.

Who Sarah?

I've never seen my friend.

You know, I mean, we've all had experiences like that.

I think with little kids where it's like you just kind of think they're full of shit.

But I think realistically we should listen a little bit more to what they have to say

because there could be some sort of connection to something paranormal there.

Right.

Yeah.

I never like through having kids I never had any of them where they were like pretending to talk to something that wasn't there.

Or even like played like there was.

You know, so if they did it would have stood out.

Like that's weird.

Like it was never like that pretend thing.

But I never did either.

Like, you know, some people have their imaginary friends and they pretend like there's somebody sitting across from you at the table.

Like I didn't ever did that.

I mean, I never did that.

But to some kids, it's like vivid memories of these sort of things.

And that's interesting because that's her memory playing back.

Are people in those situations and probably varies?

But are they remembering what, you know, our brain is reconstructing because that's how our memories work.

And in the reconstruction, there's a person there.

Or did they actually see somebody there when they were a kid and their memory is reconstructing exactly what that was?

I think it could go in a number of different directions.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

And I think that it's interesting because I think it was last week we did, had a real ghost story about that.

And it was like the older sibling remembered it one way.

But then the younger sibling that had the imaginary friend just remembers having this friend.

Yeah.

Like one new.

It wasn't weird to that person, but the older brother was like, okay, that, that shit got creepy.

Right.

I think we've had some.

Yeah, you could remember it differently.

I think we've had some over the years where it's been like two siblings and both of them remember like the same imaginary friend, if you will.

Like, and same looks and everything.

And not necessarily that they were playing with them at the same time, but like generationally.

Right.

I think you're right.

Yeah.

And that's, yeah, that would be really weird.

But yeah, I mean, I know it's, it's an interesting one.

And I think it's one that you don't realize is paranormal or weird until you're like an adult.

Because it just, it doesn't come across.

It's just, there's a kid you're playing.

Sure.

You know, that's the, the reasoning that you have going on at that time doesn't make it abnormal at all.

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Hello.

My name is Landon.

I'm calling from Lancaster, Ohio.

I grew up in the state of Ohio, born and raised in Lancaster.

Growing up, I learned very early on that I seem to be able to heal things, be more infabric towards people's feelings, understand things that were going on around me better.

My grandma was a person that was very active with dreams.

She would have a lot of dreams, understand her dreams and believed in dreams.

And a lot of times I get that same perception.

I could have a dream and learn to be hold.

It'll pretty much come true.

Or if it doesn't completely come true, a lot of the aspects will come true.

There are years my father was an undertaker.

My brother now is an undertaker.

So, I'm a daughter of an undertaker and a sister of an undertaker.

When I was at the age of 10, we bought our first general home.

We moved in to the general home, lived the public, grew up, just as a common family living above the funeral home.

Our funeral home was extremely old. It was from the mid-delater 1800s.

And we lived there during the 60s and the 70s. Well, in the 80s as well.

The worst thing is that we would fondly like the call that we've dumped in the night, but only in a certain area.

And that was centered around the doorway to our attic.

We would hear noises there like somebody going up and down the stairs.

Sometimes we would hear doorclothes, however the doors would already be closed.

Occasionally we have a little bathroom, half bath, right there by the doorway that went upstairs to the attic.

Occasionally we would hear the water running going there only to find the water wasn't running.

Or sometimes it was fine to run.

It was just some pretty weird things.

It wasn't uncommon to see shadow people going into that area as well too, but it never happened anywhere else within the house part of the funeral home or the funeral home itself.

As we moved on through life, we moved to the state of Idaho in 1983.

We lived out there for the better part of 10 years.

Met my ex-husband, got married, had two children, returned to the state of Idaho, or returned to the state of Ohio.

I'm sorry. And picked up life again here.

They have a haunted house situation in the state of Idaho.

They don't have enough time to go into that one right now.

But when we returned back home here, it just seemed like life picked up and moved forward again with being able to have these dreams that within to come true.

Moving from house to house to house, that something would happen in each house.

That's a negative mind you.

It would just be bumps here, bumps there, noises of this and that.

Occasionally you would hear mumbling.

And that would just go all in on nuts, house to house.

Finally, in 1992, I separated from my now ex-husband.

I lived in a little apartment, had to go into a cheap rental area with my R2 son.

It had returned to college, was working on my degree and just moving forward again in a different direction in my life.

One night sitting on the couch looking down the hallway, I thought I saw my oldest son go cross the hall into the bathroom.

I kept watching, pointing to come back out and make sure everything was okay.

Never saw him come back out.

Finally, my boy friend that I was digging at the time asked me if I was going to go down there and check on my son.

I looked at him and said, did you see him too?

And he said, yes.

So I went down there and let him behold he's not in the bathroom.

He's down to sleep in his bed.

I walked in his bedroom in the closet doors, and I was pretty certain that I remembered having closed that door when I put him to bed.

So I thought, well maybe the boy's got up and got something out of the closet.

So the next morning when I got up to take him to daycare and go on to college myself, I realized the door was open again.

So I asked the boy's then, who's opening the closet door in the middle of the night, which one of you are getting in there and getting stuff?

And they said, we are doing it. It's the boy that lives in the closet.

Of course, I took notice of that very quickly being a parent and asked him, I said, well, who lives in the closet?

And they said, well, there's a boy that lives in the closet, his name's Jerry.

And so I just kind of listened to him, so I came up to a imaginary friend, the homeworks like that.

Later that night, I put the kids to bed and put the closet door down up to the next morning, the closet door is open.

Well, then a little later we had some communication with the kids who's dead and he wasn't very friendly on the phone with me.

Nor was he very friendly with our oldest son.

This was just a few days before Thanksgiving of 1992.

So I'm talking on the phone to my aunt. She's these funny shadows bouncing on the wall coming out of our son's bedroom.

And just as I go down to start checking on it, my oldest son runs out of the bedroom screaming, it's on fire.

It's on fire. And I look at it and she's showing us the bed. It's just involved in flames.

I quickly grabbed both my sons, a few items, closed the door, right out the door and you'll come, I'm one, one, do all that.

Then once I set my phone to son down and asked him what happened, he had been very upset with his father over some negative things his father had said towards him on the phone.

So anyone into the bedroom and he said that Jerry told him to burn up the pictures of his dad.

Now, mind you, my son at the time was only five years old.

He managed to find a lighter, which I didn't smoke, so I didn't have anything like that around the house, but some healthy managed to find a lighter.

He set his pictures of his dad and him that was in his bedroom in the middle of the bed and to the month of fire.

And Charlie involves the whole apartment rather quickly.

A couple days later, I was on my way to college again, I felt like kids off a daycare.

And I felt somebody pushing in the back of my seat of my car while I was driving to Columbus and finally I said, Jerry, are you riding in this car with me right now?

I said, if you are, push on the back of my seat two times.

And I had two sets of footprints pushing in the back of my seat.

So I said, Jerry, I don't have to have talk with you.

According to my son, you told him to set his dad's pictures of fire in the middle of his bed because he was angry with them.

And I said, that caused a lot of damage to our apartment that I have to pay for.

And I said, I don't have that kind of money to pay for that.

You are no longer going to be allowed to stay in our apartment because of that.

I need you to go and I need you to go today.

We never have a problem with the Jerry.

Nobody talked about Jerry after that.

The closet door even closed.

No way you rode in the car with me.

Nothing.

Everything was done.

So in that point in time, forward, Jerry was gone.

I have to believe now that Jerry was a boy that lived in the closet because I went to my manager that evening.

And ask her if anybody had died in the apartment and learned that a boy in the age of 12 had died of leukemia just a previous year before his name was Jerry.

I was just very, very floored.

It's fine.

Thank you very much.

Bye.

Thank you for sharing that story.

That would be crazy to hear that from your kids.

It's Jerry.

Yep.

Jerry lives in the closet.

She's like, Jerry, are you in the car with me?

You're telling my kid to set the pictures on fire?

Then to find out a boy died named Jerry.

And then to be able to just have a conversation with it in the car, then it stops.

And the way she is so matter of fact about it.

Now, Jerry, did you do that?

You cannot do that anymore.

Yeah.

I think it's great that she did that because a lot of times we talk about if people are having experiences in their house or walk.

Or if they're having experiences in their house or whatever to have that conversation to say out loud.

If you are here, you know, I'm okay with it, but you're not allowed to scare me or whatever.

Or you need to go, this isn't your house anymore.

Like taking back the power that they have felt like they've taken away from you in your own life.

Yeah.

And don't you think too that a lot of, because if that's just energy basically,

and then if you're fearful, you're releasing a certain energy.

Yeah.

So it would be different energy to be fearful as opposed to empowered.

Right.

Yep.

I'm going to be great if there was a device that could just zap the energy, zap the soul and just make it go away that's haunting your home.

Especially like when you're at the top of the stairs and they push you down with their hoof.

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Every night it's the same thing.

You get to the top of the stairs, you grab that railing with both hands.

You pray to God Almighty that the thing standing behind you doesn't use its hoofed foot to kick you down those stairs the same way it did last Thursday.

You fell 14 steps.

You heard your own ankle snap on step six, and you still had eight more to go.

My tailbone is in three pieces.

Three.

I can't sit in a chair without a pillow shaped like a toilet seat.

My husband thinks I'm clumsy.

I'm not clumsy.

Something with hooves and breath like sulfur put his foot between my shoulder blades and pushed.

I felt the hoof.

It was cloven.

You've tried sage.

You've tried a priest.

The priest left halfway through.

He drove to the airport.

He doesn't do houses anymore.

He works at a seminary in Portugal now, and he won't return your calls.

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Oh yeah, it took my soul.

Little pop behind my eyes and then nothing.

The best nothing I've ever felt.

I used to stay up at night worrying about whether I was a good mother.

I don't worry about that anymore.

I'm not one.

I left my kids at my sister's house six weeks ago, and I haven't called.

I blocked her numbers so she'd stop asking when I'm coming back.

I'm not coming back.

The first week without a soul, I cashed out my mother's retirement account.

She has Alzheimer's.

So she doesn't know.

She'll find out when the money runs out, but I'll be in a different state by then.

I set her up with meals on wheels, so I'm not a monster.

Actually, I am.

I canceled the meals on wheels the next day.

I needed the money for a boat.

I left my family.

Didn't tell my wife.

Didn't tell my kids.

My daughter had a dance recital that Saturday that I was supposed to be in the front row.

I was in Reno.

I turned my phone off when she called.

She's nine.

She called 11 times.

I watched the notifications come in and felt absolutely nothing.

It was like watching weather.

I robbed a credit union in broad daylight.

Smiled at the teller the whole time.

She was pregnant.

She was crying and holding her stomach.

I told her to hurry up.

I didn't raise my voice.

I didn't need to.

She could see it in my face that nothing she did was going to make me feel anything.

I walked out and got a smoothie.

I've been running a fraudulent charity for four months.

It's for children with cancer.

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There is no cancer.

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Isn't it a lovely thing that all the shit that goes on in my mind can now be put on to a screen?

Well, it had such a twist to it because I thought it was just going to protect people from, you know, the cloven hoof pushing you down.

Did you like that?

I liked the lady that said, and there was a hoof.

It was cloven.

It was the shot of the hoof.

It's like the giant hoof pushing her down the stairs.

It's not it was here to protect you and you could get some help, but no, it takes your soul.

It takes your soul.

And when you're in the stairs.

Yeah, when you're in when they take it and you have nothing to protect, it's like, well, I guess you can do whatever.

My favorite character is the I run a fraudulent charity now.

I said my mom up with meals on wheels, then I stopped it.

I'm not a monster.

Maybe I am.

Maybe I am.

I like the grandma who has her suitcase and she just walks past the waving kids for some reason.

I would listen.

I would love it.

If I could let go of all the humans in my life and be like an asshole to everybody and feel good about it, I am there.

You just need the soul no more.

That's all.

Yeah, just boom.

Like you're not going to get pushed down.

It's amazing what it can do.

Yeah, so that's a crazy shit.

I came up with this week.

It's a nice.

Yeah.

Let's I think we have one more ghost story we can get in here.

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We'd love to hear your ghost stories.

Hi.

My name is Duane and I'm from Louisville, Kentucky.

I recently started watching her listening to the show and absolutely fell in love with her because it's nice to actually be able to have a hub to come to to listen to these things.

My go, you know, my go story starts off kind of young.

I was about, well, eight, maybe nine years old.

My family growing up was more of the super dysfunctional.

My father had a temper.

He liked to drink and he occasionally more than occasionally, I suppose.

Take it out on my mother.

So we had all come home from the state fair and things have been going great for the last couple of days.

This one event something had happened at the fair between my parents that did not know about.

I still don't know what occurred, but it really doesn't matter because when we got home, they went up to the upstairs, which at the time was off limits.

To me and I stayed downstairs.

This time period went on.

I didn't get into here louder and louder yelling and fighting and cursing and screaming.

I just, some of these and ran into their bedroom.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I didn't normally go in there.

But there's time I chose to go in there.

And it wasn't a middle of summer.

So we had their conditioner on.

And then it did tend to be a little cooler in their room.

I'm sitting on the floor just upset trying to kind of get away from the sound when bedroom closet just opened on its own.

Now my first immediate thought even at eight was was there a breeze or ghost because you know I've seen how when you have multiple windows open doors can open and close themselves.

This stuff happens all the time, but the window right immediately beside the bed, the bedroom door had air conditioner in it.

They couldn't have been a guest to window open the door coming from the that way would have pushed the door to not.

So I just sucked in and made like a vacuum effect and pulled it out.

I was not too inclined to stay in the room after that.

Even though my parents were still fighting, I went to the stairs and sat in midway on the stairs.

I just felt safe for some reason on the steps.

About another 10, 15 minutes went by.

I was on the stairs just kind of wanting to argument to re-overwist on my pants from down there with me.

My dad's sister through a health-mife childhood was able to calm him down the most.

She had a husband who was a work in a factory and had a bunch of keys on his key ring all the time.

And in every way, you could heard the jingle, jingle, jingle.

So the longer the fight went on and more I began to just think about going down and calling him.

I can't really put a pinpoint time on how long time passed, but for no one explain reason I heard the fact

door to the house, which was the main entrance to our house at the time, open, and I heard those exact keys jingling.

I went down the steps, went to go talk with this gentleman so that I could tell him what was going on.

Maybe he could go upstairs and help stop the fighting.

And nobody was there.

I was a little bit freaked out, but somebody didn't bother me that bad.

And it wasn't maybe two minutes later, our phone rang and I picked it up and it was my dad's sister.

And I told her what was going on and then she said, in that same gentleman over and he did eventually show up.

So I don't know if maybe it was just someone looking after me or what, but grown up now, I'm a nurse, I'm an emergency room nurse,

and I have several more different things that have occurred between growing up and being a nurse and seeing a lot of stuff, seeing a lot of death.

And then some really weird things that have occurred afterwards and I may call back later to share those stories.

Love the show. Thank you all very much. Just keep up the good work.

Thank you for your ghost story.

Thoughts on that? Two stories today about closets.

Yeah.

The boy in the closet, Jerry in the closet right now, right?

For the buddies in the closet.

Come out of the closet everyone.

Here's my dog. Here's Belle.

Well, mine's in the background barking, so I hope you can't hear it.

No, she doesn't have an earpiece.

She doesn't like it.

She doesn't like it.

All right, apologize.

She just prevents it.

It gets in the way of her first. She doesn't like it.

It'd be great if she did wear an earpiece and she heard everything that went on on these podcasts.

That would be great.

Her own little doggy one.

Yep.

She's.

Be great.

I could like put the receiver here on her collar.

Yeah.

Great idea.

We can mic her up to.

We can put a little microphone.

Wouldn't that be good?

Would you like that, Belle?

Yeah.

Okay.

Now you can just invent a device that can tell us what she's thinking.

Well, I think that, uh, I think you could do that next.

That might be a, I've been talking about that idea for a long time.

We should make her commercial about that.

Yeah.

Oh, uh, uh, right that down.

I'm going to.

I'm actually going to do that right now.

That's a.

Maybe Belle has had some paranormal experiences of her own.

Ooh.

Yes.

Oh, pet themes.

Yeah.

All of them could be pet themed.

Interesting.

Mm-hmm.

All right.

My, uh, my creative juices are now flowing.

Um, great.

Yeah.

We'll have to, we'll have to mop down the studio then.

Yeah.

I'll think tomorrow's cleaning day.

So, you know, there you go.

And every time, every time, all of my equipment gets moved, the camera's like over there.

What's the fuck up?

But.

Oh, yeah.

It was cleaning day.

It was cleaning day.

So, yep.

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