True Haunted House Stories: Ghost Children, Mimics, and Premonitions

Heart Starts Pounding: Horrors, Hauntings and Mysteries

Host Kaelin Moore presents a compilation of true paranormal accounts involving haunted houses, mimics, and ghostly children. The episode tra

Key takeaways

• Kaelin Moore describes her son interacting with an invisible presence in the corner of their room.
• A listener recounts a terrifying experience where their mother mimicked her voice using an unfamiliar regional language.

Main topics

• Haunted houses
• Paranormal mimics

Notable quotes

Is your house cursed, or are you?

Conclusion

The episode serves as a spine-chilling collection of the unexplained,

Transcript preview

Speaker 1 (0:00) Welcome back to another episode of Heart Starts Pounding, a podcast of horrors, hauntings, and mysteries. As always, I'm your ghost, Kaelin Moore. So now that we're headed straight into spooky season, I wanted to compile a list of terrifying but true spooky, scary stories from people who lived inside of haunted houses. Some of these stories are from listeners, others are from Reddit, and some I just found on old message boards where people used to write their unexplainable stories. It's a big... Scary list. I'm excited to dig into it with you all. But before we dive in, I just want to say thank you to everyone who has checked out Last Trace with Kayla Moore on Netflix. My Netflix original true crime podcast launched on Monday, and I have gotten a lot of lovely comments from a bunch of you guys. Episodes are going to be dropping weekly for the next 26 weeks over on Netflix. So please check it out if you haven't. Our first episode is actually on the Connecticut case of Jennifer Dulos, who disappeared in 2019. during a custody dispute with her husband, and it's about the trail that was left behind. Again, thank you to everyone who already checked it out, and for now, let's get into it. Speaker 1 (1:08) I've always been fascinated if a place is haunted or if a person is. Like, let me tell you about this creepy thing that just happened to me the other day. So a couple of days ago, I was playing with my son at like 6.30 in the morning. It's his favorite time to be awake for some ungodly reason. When all of a sudden, he just started staring into the corner of the room like he was looking at something. And he made this face. It was the same face that he makes now when he sees a stranger, like someone he doesn't recognize, skeptical. but kind of interested. And then he just stared into the corner with that look on his face for a good five minutes. Now that's longer than he'll look at any inanimate object, even if it's lighting up. And I look over at the corner, it's where my computer is set up, it's where my chair is, and there's nothing there. There's nothing that would have caught his attention like this. But then he starts making sounds while he's staring at something. He goes, da, da, da, da, da, da, da. Now that's a noise that he pretty much only does if we prompt him these days. So it made me wonder if he was interacting with something that I just couldn't see. And he was so locked on this thing until all of a sudden his trance broke and he started looking at me and we just kept playing. So it got me wondering, is the place I live haunted or was it something about my son? Was there something or someone specific that was trying to visit him? It's something to think about as we get into our haunted house scary story episode today. And I want to tell you this one story first. So this comes from someone who had a pretty horrifying interaction with their mother in the middle of the night. This person writes, when I was around 11 years old, my whole family went on a long holiday out of the city, leaving only me, my mom, and my dad at home. We have a huge house with a joint family of 15 members living together under the same roof. So you can imagine how empty it felt with only three of us there. I've always experienced nightmares and some paranormal stuff. I was so scared in this house that I refused to sleep alone, and I started sleeping with my mother while my dad slept alone in another room. One night, while I was sleeping with my mom, we were talking and she was sharing childhood stories with me, and suddenly, she looked at the slightly open door of our room and she asked in a frightened voice, who's there? I clearly remember how terrified she looked. I asked her what happened, and she told me that she saw someone with big, round eyes peeking through the door. Later, she dismissed it as her imagination or her eyes playing tricks on her in the dark. We both forgot about it, and eventually, we fell asleep. But then I woke up at around 2 to 3 a.m. after I had a nightmare. I was pretty scared, so I asked my mother, who was sleeping beside me, to recite a prayer for me. This used to happen pretty frequently. I would wake up from nightmares and my mother would recite prayers to ward off any negative energy. But when I asked her to pray, she replied in a weirdly nasally voice, I'm sleepy. Now, this was in a completely different accent from the way we speak at home. I turned around to look at her, and she appeared to be sleeping with her eyes wide open and her mouth open too. It was dark in the room, so I couldn't see her clearly. I got terrified, and I asked her again to pray for me. But she replied one more time in the same strange nasally voice, I'm sleepy. Let me sleep. At first, I thought she was trying to prank me, but I was scared as all hell. I asked her to take me to my dad's room because I didn't want to stay there with her anymore. She refused again in that same creepy voice. I started begging her and I was crying. And then she finally said to me, yes, but I won't go anywhere near him. But what was weird about this was she said it in the regional language of the city where we live. We do not speak that language in our household. My mother was born and raised in a completely different part of the country, so she neither spoke nor understood that language. Now, hearing that made my whole body go cold, and I ran out of the room crying loudly towards my dad's room. As I was running, I heard my mother shout, why are you running? But this time it was in her normal voice and her normal accent. I still ignored it and I just kept running. I climbed into my dad's bed crying. He assumed I had another nightmare and cuddled me until I fell asleep. The next morning, I told my dad about how my mom was scaring me during the night. And that's when my mother told us her account of what happened that night. She wasn't even in the room when all of that happened. She had gone to the bathroom in the middle of the night, And when she was returning to our room, she saw me running out crying. So she shouted out at me, why are you running? Which I heard, but I ignored. All three of us were so frightened by this incident that we started sleeping together in the hall until the rest of our family returned. Mind you, I'm pretty sure I was not dreaming or hallucinating. I was completely awake and I even pushed that entity away from me before I ran out of the room. I remember still the feeling of touching it. To this day, I still don't know what it was. I don't think it was a ghost since I don't know if we can touch ghosts. but I definitely felt like it was some kind of entity I can't explain. I know some people may not believe this experience, and honestly, I still don't fully understand what happened myself. I'm only sharing it because it has stayed with me for years and remains unexplained to me. So was it the house that was haunted? Or was it something with the mother? Was something inside of that house pretending to be her? I get so many stories from listeners who have strange mimic and doppelganger stories. They're honestly some of the most common ones that I get. And each time I wonder what that entity is and what it wants. Now, this next story that I have for you comes from a snowy cabin where something was not quite right. This poster writes, I used to think I've only had one paranormal experience, which happened recently. But thinking back, I actually had two. So back in the 1990s, my parents owned a cabin out in the Virginia woods. My mother and sister would go there and stay. My mother and sister said the cabin was haunted, but I never believed it. They claimed that in the middle of the night, something would open the locked doors and they would wake up to the doors being wide open. My mother said either someone had the keys to the place and was tormenting them or the cabin was haunted. I just laughed this off. I never believed in the supernatural. Then, one winter, I had bought a four-wheel drive and it was supposed to snow that night, so I thought it would be cool to drive out to the cabin and camp there during the winter snowstorm. I got there and it was so cold that I lit a fire, but it wasn't really warming the cabin at all. Remembering the stories my mother told me, I locked the doors and I double-checked them. I went to bed with my clothes on under a heavy blanket. I fell asleep and I had this terrible nightmare. I dreamt that I woke up and there was wind blowing in the bedroom. So I walked to the main room and the door was wide open with snow on the floor. As I walked into that room, I turned and there was a tall demonic creature with shiny black skin and glowing red eyes standing to my right. And then I woke up. I laid in bed for a few minutes and realized that it seemed like it had gotten colder inside. So I decided to go and just check if the fire had gone out. I walked into the main room and the door was wide open and the outside porch light was shining, illuminating the snow that had blown in on the floor. Suddenly I realized that the dream was coming true and I panicked. I turned to my right, but it was pitch black and I couldn't see anything. I fumbled for the light switch like a crazy person and when the light came on, there was nothing there. I walked over to the open door and looked out and there were about two inches of snow on the ground. There were no footprints to be seen. The fire was out, so I decided to pack up and go home. I never spent another night there. Now, I'm a big believer in predictive dreams. You've probably heard me talk about them on this show before, but I am always surprised at how many people have dreams that ended up playing out in real life. If you've ever had this happen to you, you can always reach out to me, heartsarespending.com. I have a forum there where you can send in your scary story for me to read and maybe read on the show. And speaking of that, next for you, I have a story from one of our listeners, Sable. who shares a story they titled, The Boy in the Photograph. Sable