Hey everyone, Michelle here!

You guys brought it this week. I mean, seriously, the voicemails have been incredible. I sat down to go through them, and I got actual goosebumps listening to some of these. So let's just jump right in because I cannot wait to share what you all called in with.

Sarah's Through-the-Door Guy

First up is Sarah from Luther, Alabama. So this happened about five or six years ago when she was living in Florida. She and her ex were heading to a friend's house, and right as they're pulling into the driveway, she saw this man standing at the front door. Back turned to them, long hair, shorts, t-shirt, she could even see his socks. Just a regular-looking guy, right? Wrong.

He walks straight through the door. Like, INTO the door and gone.

Sarah made her husband drive around the block because she needed a minute. And honestly? Same. She's like, "I've seen things my whole life, but I've never seen anything go through a wall or a door." So they finally go inside, and she's asking, "Is anybody else here? Is anybody else here?" trying to make sense of what she just saw.

Nobody was there.

She mentions it to the guy who owns the house, and he's like, "Oh yeah, my brother-in-law saw the exact same guy you just described walking through my house." THE EXACT SAME GUY.

Sarah, I love that you called in with this. And you said you hope to see something else soon? Call me when you do!

Also, Sarah gave a shoutout to Cindy, who calls in all the time, and Cindy, we're getting to your story in just a bit because yes, you did call this week!

Tessa and the Doll That Moved Itself

Tessa grew up as a military kid, always moving around, temporary houses, the whole thing. When she was five, they rented this huge Victorian house in East Texas. Three stories, creaky everything, the works.

The attic was full of the owner's stuff, old furniture, trunks, and this long glass case just FILLED with porcelain dolls. Like a hundred of them all lined up. And there's one doll Tessa just fell in love with, red hair, green eyes, this beautiful blue silk dress.

She begged her dad to let her have it. He said no. He even locked the attic door.

A month goes by, Tessa's kind of forgotten about the whole thing, and she comes home one day, and there's the red-haired doll sitting on her bed.

At first, she thinks it's a surprise! She plays with it constantly until her dad gets home. When he sees the doll, he FREAKS OUT. Takes it away, marches straight up to the attic to put it back... and the door is still locked. His key is still in his pocket.

Years later, Tessa learns the house's history. The man who built it had a daughter who died when she was eight years old.

Back in those days, families would actually make a doll that looked like the child who passed away, using their real hair and putting it in the same clothes the child wore when they died.

That doll was that little girl.

The Post Street Ghost

Alright, so we got a call about an old estate jewelry place on Post Street, I think this was in San Francisco, back in 1993. Long offices, long hallways, and apparently, everyone who worked there knew about the ghost that would ring doorbells when people were alone.

Our caller - I didn't catch your name, sorry! - he's there by himself one day, and sure enough, the doorbell rings. Goes to check. Nobody there.

He glances down this long hallway and sees what he thinks is his coworker Brett. Tall guy, red flannel shirt.

A few seconds later, the phone rings. It's Brett. "Hey, how are you doing?"

Brett is not in the building. It was the ghost.

And the doorbells just kept ringing the whole time he worked there.

You said you have more stories, and honestly, I really want to hear them, so please call back!

Ashley and the Queen Mary

When Ashley was about 11, her whole family - like 12 people, aunts, uncles, cousins - went to California and toured the Queen Mary. You know, the famously haunted ship. One of her younger cousins got too scared, so her Aunt L had to take him back up to the main deck.

Aunt L is in the elevator by herself, and she feels a little hand grab her knee. She looks around. Nobody there. She's completely alone in that elevator.

They finish the tour, and they're taking pictures. They get back home to Utah, and Ashley's mom is looking through the photos and notices something in one of the pictures of the pool; there's a little girl in a blue gown standing in the corner. There's a story that a girl named "Jackie" drowned in that pool when the Queen Mary was still an active cruise ship, before it became a warship.

So they find this interesting, right? Ashley's mom is a writer and decides to write a book about their experience. She kind of makes up a backstory for the little girl in the pool, gives her the name Victoria. The book is called "The Ghost of Queen Anne."

But here's where things get weird.

Every single time Ashley's mom sits down at the family computer to work on this book, the computer glitches out. Shuts off. Gets viruses even though they have protection. Ashley's like, "Hey mom, email it to me so you don't lose it." She does. It comes through completely in code. Just broken, errored, couldn't even read it.

Ashley lived in the basement, right next to where the family computer was, and she started hearing wet squelching footsteps in the middle of the night. Wakes her up. She looks over, she always had a nightlight on, and sees a small figure. Hears dripping water.

She's 11 years old and terrified, so she runs out of bed, flips on the light. Nothing there. But there's a small puddle on the carpet. The carpet is wet. They didn't have any pets at the time so it's not like a dog had an accident or anything.

Lights start flickering throughout the house. More mysterious wet spots appear everywhere. They start hearing children's laughter.

Ashley's mom keeps writing. And the second she finishes the last paragraph of the book - the SECOND she types those final words - everything stops. No more children's laughter. No more wet spots. No more dripping nightmares. Just... done.

It's like whatever was happening, whoever Victoria was, she needed that story told. And once it was finished, she could rest.

Cindy Ketron's: It Was a Dark and Stormy Night

And now one of our regulars! Cindy Ketron from Avon, Indiana. This story is about her grandfather. It was 1982, and Cindy's grandmother, Grace, had just passed away. So Grandpa is alone in the house now. The housekeeper had left for the night, and he fell asleep in his armchair. It's about 1 AM. The radio's off, the TV had signed off - you know how TV used to just END back then?

He wakes up and hears this mysterious thumping noise. Sounds like somebody walking around in the bedroom. He calls out, "Grace, is that you?" All he hears is heavy breathing.

That night, when he goes to bed, he starts hearing a heartbeat. Boom-boom. Boom-boom. And he hears it every single night from that point on until the day he died.

He went to ear doctors, regular doctors, asking, "Do I have tinnitus? Do I need a hearing aid?" They all said no, nothing's wrong with your ears.

But he kept hearing that heartbeat.

He started telling people, "I'm not going to be around by Christmas." And he was right.

And really quick - Glen (or Gwen, wasn't 100% on the name) from Windsor, Nova Scotia called in with the sweetest message. Their mom is a longtime listener, she loves the show, and they wanted to know if I could give her a shout-out and wish her a Merry Christmas.

Glen's mom - Belated Merry Christmas! Your child clearly loves you so much. Thank you for listening to the show. I hope you had an amazing holiday!

That's It For This Week

Thank you all. Seriously. These stories are everything. Keep them coming. Call in, leave a voicemail, tell me what you've experienced. I want to hear all of it.

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