THERÉSA: Hi, it's me, Therésa. This is Haunting. One hundred percent real ghost
THERÉSA: stories told by you, our loyal and devoted listeners. I'm
THERÉSA: here today with our producer Len,
THERÉSA: Ill have it.
THERÉSA: And my familiar, Merlin. I'll be honest with you guys. I
THERÉSA: am not firing on all cylinders today. Len and I
THERÉSA: fumbled the bag on dry January after work yesterday with
THERÉSA: two for one happy hour at Haunt and Haven. In
THERÉSA: our defense, we were going for Monday karaoke. You guys
THERÉSA: know I love an open mic. I stick with the classics.
THERÉSA: Shania Twain, Vanessa Carlton, that song from the Lizzie McGuire movie.
THERÉSA: Len's repertoire is a lot of Broadway show tunes and
THERÉSA: pre Saturday Night Fever Era BeeGees, which was crazy because
THERÉSA: Andy Gibb showed up and I swear to god, he
THERÉSA: was making eyes at me the whole night
LEN: [MUMBLES]
THERÉSA: It was definitely him, Len.
LEN: [MUMBLES]
THERÉSA: Whatever, I don't have it in me to argue with you.
THERÉSA: Let's just get this show on the road. We've got
THERÉSA: a really juicy three parter today. Our guest Tiffany claims
THERÉSA: to have actually met the woman who later haunted her
THERÉSA: childhood home. It's like the opposite of don't meet your heroes,
THERÉSA: do meet your horrors, or something like that. Yeah, I
THERÉSA: think that works.
TIFFIANY: I could feel my heartbeat in my throat. I did
TIFFIANY: not know what was going to happen next. I run
TIFFIANY: out and the storms like starting to brew now, and the
TIFFIANY: winds like whipping around, and I'm trying to frantically get
TIFFIANY: him in the car and buckle him up. As soon
TIFFIANY: as I know that he's safe, I shut the door
TIFFIANY: and I turned around, and I could not believe what
TIFFIANY: I was seeing. I'm Tiffiany, and I met the woman
TIFFIANY: who haunted my family home. When I was a child,
TIFFIANY: my dad had this friend named Butch that he had
TIFFIANY: grown up with. He'd spent a lot of time with him,
TIFFIANY: and his parents were needing to sell their home because
TIFFIANY: they were getting older. My dad, who had spent a
TIFFIANY: lot of his childhood growing up in that home, had
TIFFIANY: always liked it. He liked the house, he liked the area,
TIFFIANY: and he had mentioned when he was younger that if
TIFFIANY: they ever wanted to sell the house, to think of him.
TIFFIANY: So when it came time to sell it, Butch called
TIFFIANY: my dad to see if he wanted the house. My
TIFFIANY: dad took my mom to show her the house, hoping
TIFFIANY: that she was going to love it as much as
TIFFIANY: he did growing up, and I went with them. It
TIFFIANY: felt like we were driving out into the middle of nowhere.
TIFFIANY: The house was on this long, windy, curvy road and
TIFFIANY: it was very narrow. I'm not even sure two cars
TIFFIANY: could fit on it comfortably. But then when we got
TIFFIANY: to the house, you come around a corner, and there were about
TIFFIANY: four or five houses that were pretty close together, so
TIFFIANY: it wasn't completely isolated, but to me it felt like
TIFFIANY: it was. We pull into the driveway. The house was cute.
TIFFIANY: It was yellow. It had flowers and things all around it.
TIFFIANY: It seemed inviting. We walk up to the house, there
TIFFIANY: was a little screened in porch and were greeted at
TIFFIANY: the door by Butch's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Pike. Mister
TIFFIANY: Pike was shorter than my dad, but he had this
TIFFIANY: arrogance to him that was unmistakable. Even at my young age,
TIFFIANY: I could recognize that he was kind of mean, so
TIFFIANY: I did not like him. Mrs. Pike was frail, thin, short.
TIFFIANY: She had these long, thin, bony fingers and had kind eyes.
TIFFIANY: I could tell that she was nice. Mister Pike immediately
TIFFIANY: asked my mom and dad if they would like to
TIFFIANY: walk through and look at all of the rooms in
TIFFIANY: the home. And missus Pike turns to me and says,
TIFFIANY: you can stay here with me while your mom and
TIFFIANY: dad go and tour the house. I sat down on
TIFFIANY: the couch. She starts talking to me about random things,
TIFFIANY: just kind of trying to entertain me, I guess. I
TIFFIANY: tell her that I don't really want to move out there.
TIFFIANY: We lived right beside my cousins. My closest cousin she
TIFFIANY: was four years younger than me. You know, this was
TIFFIANY: the eighties, so we were outside all day every day.
TIFFIANY: So I felt like I was leaving all of that behind.
TIFFIANY: Like I was scared I was going to be isolated
TIFFIANY: out there with just my brother. But we're sitting there,
TIFFIANY: and she leaned in closely and put her hand on
TIFFIANY: my knee and said, Oh, I'm sure you're going to
TIFFIANY: like it. I know it seems like it's out in
TIFFIANY: the middle of nowhere, but you're going to love it here.
TIFFIANY: Then she whispered, don't worry, sweetie, I would stay here
TIFFIANY: forever if I could. The way she said that and
TIFFIANY: how she said it gave me an uneasy feeling. So
TIFFIANY: I was like, ooh, like why'd she say it like that?
TIFFIANY: Like what does she mean? And why does she call
TIFFIANY: me sweetie? We were there maybe fifteen minutes if that,
TIFFIANY: because my dad already had his mind made up that
TIFFIANY: he was getting it. He was just kind of like
TIFFIANY: courtesy showing it to my mom and luckily she loved
TIFFIANY: it too, so it worked out. We moved in almost immediately.
TIFFIANY: My room was huge compared to my last one, and
TIFFIANY: it had like a huge walk in closet. It felt
TIFFIANY: like a mini playhouse. It was so large, so I
TIFFIANY: was happy about it. It was on the corner of
TIFFIANY: the house. I had two windows, like a view to the backyard,
TIFFIANY: a view to the side yard. I was trying to
TIFFIANY: find the positives of it, but I was still not
TIFFIANY: excited about moving so far away from my cousins. It
TIFFIANY: was just normal every day going to school, I was
TIFFIANY: in dance. Everything just kind of continued on as usual,
TIFFIANY: and it did suck. Like after school, I was used
TIFFIANY: to going and playing with my cousins and stuff, but
TIFFIANY: now I didn't have anything to do. I would just
TIFFIANY: come home and that's when I started reading a lot.
TIFFIANY: A couple of months after we moved in, my dad
TIFFIANY: got a phone call from Butch telling us that his
TIFFIANY: mom had passed away. Two months after that, things started
TIFFIANY: happening at the house. My mom was noticing things going
TIFFIANY: missing or showing up where they shouldn't have been, and
TIFFIANY: she's very like OCD on where she puts things. After a while,
TIFFIANY: she said that she kind of put it together that
TIFFIANY: it may be a ghost, but she didn't really want
TIFFIANY: to think, Okay, you know, is Mrs. Pike back or whatever.
TIFFIANY: And then she said that she would be like, okay,
TIFFIANY: Mrs Pike, if this is you, can you move this
TIFFIANY: over here? And then it would take a few days,
TIFFIANY: but then she would find what she said moved where
TIFFIANY: she asked it to be moved, so she was like, okay,
TIFFIANY: that was Mrs. Pike. I didn't really have anything significant
TIFFIANY: happened to me until I was in my room reading
TIFFIANY: one night. It was a school night. I got in
TIFFIANY: trouble all the time for staying up too late to read.
TIFFIANY: My mom had already came into my room twice to
TIFFIANY: tell me to knock it off to go to bed,
TIFFIANY: so I told her I would be done with it.
TIFFIANY: I put my book over on my nightstand and then
TIFFIANY: as soon as she left, I just grabbed my flashlight
TIFFIANY: and got under the covers to go back to reading again.
TIFFIANY: I don't know how much longer it had been since
TIFFIANY: my mom had originally left. I'm reading for a while,
TIFFIANY: but then I hear the door open again, so I'm like,
TIFFIANY: oh my gosh, I am busted big time. She's coming
TIFFIANY: back to like take my book. So I immediately flip
TIFFIANY: the flashlight off and try to pretend like I'm asleep,
TIFFIANY: and then I feel her sit down on the bed.
TIFFIANY: I wait for her to say something like give me
TIFFIANY: the book or whatever, but she just kind of pats
TIFFIANY: me on the leg and then she whispers, don't worry sweetie,
TIFFIANY: everything's going to be okay. I was like, what the hell?
TIFFIANY: What does that even mean? What was going to be okay?
TIFFIANY: And why does she call me sweetie? Like I'd never
TIFFIANY: heard her call me sweetie. And it was like the
TIFFIANY: way it was said, it was so creepy. The whole
TIFFIANY: interaction was weird and it didn't really make sense. After
TIFFIANY: I heard her leave the room, I had all of
TIFFIANY: these things going through my mind. I waited for a
TIFFIANY: little bit trying to process like what she meant, and
TIFFIANY: then I thought, no, I can't sleep. I'm going to
TIFFIANY: have to go ask her. When I went into her room,
TIFFIANY: she was asleep. The first words out of my mouth
TIFFIANY: was what did you mean by that? And then she
TIFFIANY: like jolted awake. I could see the look of confusion
TIFFIANY: on her face, and she's like, what are you talking about?
TIFFIANY: I said, what did you mean? Everything's going to be okay?
TIFFIANY: She was like, I don't know what you're talking about.
TIFFIANY: I have been in here the whole time. I just
TIFFIANY: went back to my room. I was like laying in
TIFFIANY: there trying to figure out what had happened or why
TIFFIANY: that was so creepy. And it was because it was familiar,
TIFFIANY: Like I knew the voice, but I couldn't place it,
TIFFIANY: so I just kept laying there. But when the memory clicked,
TIFFIANY: I shot up in bed. It was Mrs. Pike. She
TIFFIANY: had called me sweetie when I met her. That's where
TIFFIANY: I knew the voice.
THERÉSA: Honestly, I would love for someone to pat me on
THERÉSA: the back and tell me everything's going to be okay
THERÉSA: right about now.
LEN: [MUMBLES]
THERÉSA: No, not you, Len. Oh, I really didn't think ghost
THERÉSA: could get this hungover. The mouth sweats are starting, so
THERÉSA: let's go to ads.
THERÉSA: Okay, I spewed a lot of something black, spiky and
THERÉSA: sentient all over the bathroom. Sorry, Len, facilities will get
THERÉSA: to it, but I wouldn't go in there today if
THERÉSA: you can help it
LEN: [MUMBLES]
THERÉSA: Okay. Back to missus Pike.
TIFFIANY: We had a full size basement. My mom had set
TIFFIANY: it up kind of like a mini apartment. There was
TIFFIANY: a couch that folded out into a bed, a coffee table,
TIFFIANY: two end tables, a large entertainment center that had a
TIFFIANY: TV and VCR. There was a dining room table with
TIFFIANY: four chairs, and there were two massive area rugs. One
TIFFIANY: of them was like fifteen by twenty, and then on
TIFFIANY: top of that was another area rug. It was like
TIFFIANY: an eight x ten and then off in one corner
TIFFIANY: was like a play area for my little brother and
TIFFIANY: all of the board games and things like that. Shortly
TIFFIANY: after Mrs. Pike came into my room, it was almost
TIFFIANY: Christmas and we had a lot of presents that we
TIFFIANY: needed to wrap. My mom had turned the basement into
TIFFIANY: like a gift wrapping headquarters. We had everything down there
TIFFIANY: you could possibly think of, tons of boxes, ribbon, different
TIFFIANY: types of wrapping paper, scissors, tape, everything you would need
TIFFIANY: to wrap up gift. I go upstairs to get more tape,
TIFFIANY: and when I come back down, my mom is sitting
TIFFIANY: there confused. She's looking around everywhere, lifting up paper and things.
TIFFIANY: And she asked me, did you take the scissors with
TIFFIANY: you when you went upstairs? I'm like no, and she said,
TIFFIANY: I set them down right here, but now they're not anywhere.
TIFFIANY: I'm as confused as she is. Scissors don't just disappear
TIFFIANY: into thin air. We looked in all of the boxes,
TIFFIANY: we shook out all of the like scraps of paper.
TIFFIANY: We checked under the couch cushions, we looked under the
TIFFIANY: end tables. Then, I noticed a spot under the coffee
TIFFIANY: table that's like a lump under the area rug. I
TIFFIANY: turned to my mom and I'm like, did you notice
TIFFIANY: this lump over here? What's that? She comes over and
TIFFIANY: she looks at it and she's like, I don't know
TIFFIANY: what that is. I'm like, let's just move all of
TIFFIANY: this stuff and roll the rug up. I almost wanted
TIFFIANY: to prove that it wasn't the scissors. We moved the couch,
TIFFIANY: the two end tables, the coffee table, everything off of
TIFFIANY: fifteen by twenty massive area rug. We each get on
TIFFIANY: one end of the rug to start rolling it, and
TIFFIANY: the rug is so heavy and we're having to push
TIFFIANY: it out of the way. And then there were the scissors.
TIFFIANY: We both look at each other. My mom just picks
TIFFIANY: them off really quick, and then we really never talked
TIFFIANY: about it again. It would have been impossible for either
TIFFIANY: me or my mom to put them under the rug.
TIFFIANY: There's no other way that they could have gotten there,
TIFFIANY: because there was no way to get to the middle
TIFFIANY: of that rug without rolling it up. It was in
TIFFIANY: the dead center, like you could not reach underneath it.
TIFFIANY: Mrs Pike had to have put the scissors under the rug.
TIFFIANY: A year later, my mom enrolled me in a new school,
TIFFIANY: so I finally, after a few weeks, found a group
TIFFIANY: of girls. They would be what you would call the
TIFFIANY: cool group of girls, the main one and I clicked
TIFFIANY: pretty quick. And then she came to me one day
TIFFIANY: and she was like, Hey, why don't we have a
TIFFIANY: sleepover at your house? Oh, hell yeah, she wants to
TIFFIANY: come to my house, you know, like they really do
TIFFIANY: want to be my friend. I asked my mom. My
TIFFIANY: Mom's like, yeah, it'll be fine, we can get movies, pizza.
TIFFIANY: And then I'm like, you think Mrs. Pike would do
TIFFIANY: anything while she's here. My mom assured me. She said,
TIFFIANY: it's going to be fine. Just you know, be a kid,
TIFFIANY: have a good time. For like the next week, I
TIFFIANY: just like, out loud kind of whisper, Miss Pike, please
TIFFIANY: don't ruin this for me. I have a new friend.
TIFFIANY: She's going to be coming over. I don't want you
TIFFIANY: to scare her. When I would get up in the morning,
TIFFIANY: I would say it. I would say it when I
TIFFIANY: got home from school, before I went to bed. Anytime
TIFFIANY: I was by myself, I would out loud ask her
TIFFIANY: not to scare us. Finally, that Friday came, Melissa brought
TIFFIANY: everything with her to school, so that afternoon, when my
TIFFIANY: mom picked me up, she could just ride home from
TIFFIANY: school with us. We're downstairs playing board games. We watched
TIFFIANY: one of the movies that we'd rented, had some pizza,
TIFFIANY: made some prank phone calls, and then we got bored
TIFFIANY: and decided we wanted to go outside. It was probably
TIFFIANY: around seven, but the sun was still up. We go
TIFFIANY: to the trampoline. We're jumping. I'm showing her a few tricks,
TIFFIANY: like easy things to do, so she's trying to learn those,
TIFFIANY: and then she stops and points to my bedroom window,
TIFFIANY: and she said, oh, your mom's watching us. We see
TIFFIANY: my mom in the window, but she's wearing this black dress.
TIFFIANY: It was long sleeve and had a white bow in
TIFFIANY: the front. So I would do a trick, then Melissa
TIFFIANY: would do a trick, and then she would do like
TIFFIANY: a thumbs up clapping. You know, just rooting us on
TIFFIANY: everything that we were doing. This goes on for a
TIFFIANY: few minutes and then we hear someone say, hey, who
TIFFIANY: are you waving at? We both stop and turn around
TIFFIANY: and it's my mom standing behind us. So then we
TIFFIANY: turned back to my window and the woman was still
TIFFIANY: in the window. It scared me because if it wasn't
TIFFIANY: my mom, who is this woman? As soon as Melissa
TIFFIANY: sees my mom behind us, she turned and looked back
TIFFIANY: at the window, and then she screamed out, who's in
TIFFIANY: the window? And drops down to her butt and scoots and
TIFFIANY: hops off the trampoline and runs and gets behind my mom.
TIFFIANY: My mom was holding a clothes basket. She immediately dropped it,
TIFFIANY: turned around and gave Melissa a hug and tried to
TIFFIANY: comfort her, tells her, you know, it's okay, it's okay,
TIFFIANY: it's fine, don't be scared. Melissa's asking her who is that?
TIFFIANY: My mom said, oh, well, she used to live here.
TIFFIANY: She's a friend of the family. She just pops in
TIFFIANY: every once in a while. She's not scary though. And
TIFFIANY: then Melissa's just kind of looking at my mom and
TIFFIANY: then goes silent for a moment and then yells, so
TIFFIANY: it's a ghost? I was like, oh my god, this
TIFFIANY: is it. Mrs Pike has done exactly what I thought
TIFFIANY: she was going to do. She's scared, Melissa. Mrs Pike
TIFFIANY: has ruined everything. We went back downstairs. We turn on
TIFFIANY: one of our movies. Melissa sits like really close to
TIFFIANY: my mom hugged up to her on the couch watching
TIFFIANY: the movie. But then she started to relax a little
TIFFIANY: bit as the movie went on and noticed that nothing
TIFFIANY: else was happening scary in the house. While we were
TIFFIANY: watching the movie, I was twisting my bracelet because I
TIFFIANY: was nervous. She was kind of like, that's a cute bracelet.
TIFFIANY: Where'd you get it? I had the bracelet kit in
TIFFIANY: my room, so we went upstairs to my bedroom. I
TIFFIANY: drug it out from under the bed and we opened
TIFFIANY: that up. We're sitting in the floor, we're going through it.
TIFFIANY: Picking out the threads and the things that we like.
TIFFIANY: And then that's when she says, who is Mrs Pike?
TIFFIANY: I tell her about how we moved into the house
TIFFIANY: when I was eight, and that she used to live
TIFFIANY: in the house with her husband, and I said I'd
TIFFIANY: met her before she passed away and she was really nice.
TIFFIANY: She said, well, you said she's nice, but I think
TIFFIANY: she's a jerk. And I just stopped and told her,
TIFFIANY: don't say that. You're gonna make her mad, and then
TIFFIANY: she's going to do something. She's like, oh, yeah, do
TIFFIANY: you hear that, Mrs Pike? I think you're a jerk.
TIFFIANY: I immediately scoot away from her. I like distanced myself
TIFFIANY: in between us is this bracelet kit with all of
TIFFIANY: these beads and charms and things. A minute passes and
TIFFIANY: we're both staring at each other waiting for something to happen. Then,
TIFFIANY: we noticed one of those thick red beads lifts up
TIFFIANY: from the center of the kit and it just kind
TIFFIANY: of hovers. We're both watching it. She hadn't been thinking
TIFFIANY: the same thing I was. There's no way that this
TIFFIANY: bead is levitating in front of us. Then it just
TIFFIANY: shot across and hit her right between the eyebrows above
TIFFIANY: her nose. So Melissa immediately both hands clasp over where
TIFFIANY: the bead had just hit her, and the bead fell
TIFFIANY: down and landed in Melissa's lap. She was sitting criss
TIFFIANY: cross apple sauce. It landed right down in the center.
TIFFIANY: So she puts both hands over her head and just goes,
TIFFIANY: no way, and she moves her hands away, and I
TIFFIANY: put my hand over my mouth and I just was like,
TIFFIANY: no way. I said, you have a huge red mark
TIFFIANY: on your forehead. And she reaches down and picks up
TIFFIANY: the bead and she's holding it. That mark stayed on
TIFFIANY: her head for about four hours. I was in shock
TIFFIANY: that I had just witnessed it, but I felt like
TIFFIANY: she kind of deserved it. That's what you get. Then
TIFFIANY: when she said what do I do now? I was like,
TIFFIANY: you made her mad. I said, if I was you,
TIFFIANY: I would apologize. She's like, Missus Pike, I'm so sorry.
TIFFIANY: I didn't mean it. You're not a jerk. So then
TIFFIANY: we both just sat completely still, waiting to see if
TIFFIANY: anything's going to happen. We probably sit there for like
TIFFIANY: fifteen minutes. Nothing happens. The next morning, she's getting ready
TIFFIANY: to go home and she asked me for a pen
TIFFIANY: and paper. She said, I want to write Missus Pike
TIFFIANY: an apology letter. I want to tell her I'm sorry
TIFFIANY: because you said she pops in and out, so maybe
TIFFIANY: she wasn't here when I apologized, I'm going to tape
TIFFIANY: it to your door, and I want you to leave
TIFFIANY: it there for three days. I was like, okay, it said,
TIFFIANY: Mrs Pike, I'm so sorry for saying you were a jerk.
TIFFIANY: Please forgive me. I'm like, are you gonna go tell
TIFFIANY: everybody that I'm weird? And she's like, no way. Everybody's
TIFFIANY: going to love this. From that point on, everyone wanted
TIFFIANY: to come to my house. I experienced a lot of
TIFFIANY: things in that house growing up. Most of them weren't
TIFFIANY: very scary until years later, when one night I see
TIFFIANY: Missus Pike and her husband, Mister Pike, both of them
TIFFIANY: standing in the living room.
THERÉSA: Wait wait, wait, sorry, I love where this is going.
THERÉSA: I just need another moment to collect myself. I feel
THERÉSA: more dead than usual today. You guys listen to these ads.
THERÉSA: I'm gonna go stick my head in a freezer somewhere.
THERÉSA: Meet back here in a few minutes.
THERÉSA: I'm back. You ever feel so hungover just regular old
THERÉSA: dead is an improvement.
LEN: [MUMBLES]
THERÉSA: I don't know why you're so perky today. You were
THERÉSA: having just as much fun as I was. Anyway, when
THERÉSA: we left off, Mrs. Pike had just killed at the
THERÉSA: sleepover and really boosted Tiffiany's middle school social status. But
THERÉSA: it sounds like things are about to take a turn
THERÉSA: for the terrifying.
TIFFIANY: So a year later, my brother, who's five years younger
TIFFIANY: than me, got a bunk bed for his room. It's one
TIFFIANY: of those old metal bunk beds from the nineties. It
TIFFIANY: was a twin bed on the top and a full
TIFFIANY: sized bed on the bottom. We each had our own room,
TIFFIANY: but bunk beds were cool, and I'd never like slept
TIFFIANY: in a bunk bed before, so I wanted to sleep
TIFFIANY: on the top bunk for the first night. That night,
TIFFIANY: we're in the bed. I'm on the top bunk reading,
TIFFIANY: he's on the bottom. He falls asleep, and then I
TIFFIANY: start hearing him snore, and I'm like, I cannot listen
TIFFIANY: to this anymore. My brother had a very bright night light,
TIFFIANY: so the room was still pretty lit up. I started
TIFFIANY: to go down the ladder. As my foot hit the
TIFFIANY: bottom wrung of the ladder, I felt something cold brush
TIFFIANY: against my foot. I look down to see what it was.
TIFFIANY: That's when I saw a hand coming out from under
TIFFIANY: the blanket. I knew the hand wasn't my brother's. He
TIFFIANY: was sleeping at the other end of the bed, and
TIFFIANY: it was this bony, frail, very white hand crawling out
TIFFIANY: from under the comforter. Before I could even like realize
TIFFIANY: what was happening, it jolts out and grabs me by
TIFFIANY: the ankle. I scream out and fall backwards, like hit
TIFFIANY: the deck and land on my back and scramble backwards,
TIFFIANY: watching the hand right there on top of the mattress.
TIFFIANY: My mom heard me fall, and she comes running in
TIFFIANY: and she kneels down beside me. She's like, what happened?
TIFFIANY: What's going on? What happened? How did you fall? I
TIFFIANY: was like trying to catch my breath, and I just
TIFFIANY: point at the bed and said, she grabbed me. My
TIFFIANY: Mom's like, who grabbed you? I recognize the hand that
TIFFIANY: looked exactly like Mrs Pike's hands. I knew it was
TIFFIANY: hers because when I met her when she was alive,
TIFFIANY: she was like really thin and she had long, bony fingers,
TIFFIANY: and I was like, it's Mrs. Pike. Mrs. Pike's hand
TIFFIANY: grabbed me. I lift up my pajama pants to show
TIFFIANY: her where she had gripped me so hard, and I
TIFFIANY: had like red lines where her fingers held on to
TIFFIANY: my ankle. She said, maybe you hit it on the
TIFFIANY: ladder when you fell. I'm like, no, Look, it looks
TIFFIANY: like a handprint. In between each finger was a red line,
TIFFIANY: almost like when you have a sunburn and then you
TIFFIANY: push down on it and it'll turn white when you
TIFFIANY: lift off of it. That's what it looked like. Also,
TIFFIANY: my skin where the handprint was felt colder than the
TIFFIANY: rest of my body. I was in shock. I couldn't
TIFFIANY: believe that it actually left a mark. Mrs. Pike had
TIFFIANY: patted me on the leg once before, but she'd never
TIFFIANY: touched me in a way that it hurt. So this
TIFFIANY: time was really different and I knew I was never
TIFFIANY: going to sleep in that bunk bed again.
TIFFIANY: When I was sixteen, I'd just gotten my driver's license.
TIFFIANY: I was babysitting my little brother. My mom and dad
TIFFIANY: had gone out for dinner when this freak storm just
TIFFIANY: rolled in. It was like this massive shake the windows
TIFFIANY: type of storm coming. As soon as it started raining,
TIFFIANY: I went downstairs and collected candles and flashlights and things,
TIFFIANY: because I knew that the power was going to go out.
TIFFIANY: It always did when it rained. So we were in
TIFFIANY: the living room watching TV already had a few of
TIFFIANY: the candles lit when the power went out. Now I'm like, great.
TIFFIANY: How am I going to keep him entertained? He wanted
TIFFIANY: to go back to his room to play. I was like,
TIFFIANY: that sounds great. We'll go back there. Let me grab
TIFFIANY: a book on the way. So I stop in my room,
TIFFIANY: I pick out one of my books, and we go
TIFFIANY: into his room and we set up all of these
TIFFIANY: candles and lights everywhere to light up the room, and
TIFFIANY: we just kind of hang out in there for a
TIFFIANY: little while. We're in there for about an hour, when
TIFFIANY: I hear the TV turn on from the living room
TIFFIANY: on the other end of the house. I was like, oh,
TIFFIANY: the power's back on. And he said, I want to
TIFFIANY: stay back here and play, and I'm like, well, let
TIFFIANY: me go turn the TV down. It was like very loud.
TIFFIANY: I head down the hallway and I can hear the
TIFFIANY: voices and I'm able to make out that it's actually
TIFFIANY: two people talking. It sounds like a man and a woman.
TIFFIANY: So I slow down and I'm listening to them and
TIFFIANY: I can tell that they're arguing, and it sounds like
TIFFIANY: they're arguing over bills. It sounded like a sitcom. I'm thinking, like,
TIFFIANY: is this Roseanne or something? So I keep heading down
TIFFIANY: the hallway. Then as I passed the bathroom, I reach
TIFFIANY: in to flip the switch to turn the lights on
TIFFIANY: to light up the hall a little bit, but nothing happens.
TIFFIANY: So I flip it back down and then try it again.
TIFFIANY: Still no lights. Well that's weird. That's when it clicked
TIFFIANY: in my head. The power's not working anywhere else in
TIFFIANY: the house, so it can't be the TV. There's actually
TIFFIANY: people in the living room. And then I hear a
TIFFIANY: woman say, someone's coming. Then a man says, I don't
TIFFIANY: hear anything, so I stop, and I'm like, surely they're
TIFFIANY: not talking about me. So I take a few more
TIFFIANY: steps towards the living room and then I hear her say,
TIFFIANY: she's in the hallway. Oh my god, they are they're
TIFFIANY: talking about me. Who is in the living room? Who
TIFFIANY: is talking about me? I made up my mind. I'm
TIFFIANY: going to confront whoever it is. I had this maglight flashlight.
TIFFIANY: I had it on already but I held it up
TIFFIANY: like a baseball bat. So I stepped into the living room,
TIFFIANY: and that's when I see them standing there. I immediately
TIFFIANY: recognize both of them. It's Mrs. and Mr. Pike. They
TIFFIANY: both stop arguing, turn and look at me. And Mrs.
TIFFIANY: Pike's face, she looked sad and he just kind of
TIFFIANY: looked mean. They were both older. She was small and frail.
TIFFIANY: He was slightly taller than her, but not by much.
TIFFIANY: And they were solid appearing, but not really. They looked
TIFFIANY: like two people, but not like living people. It stopped
TIFFIANY: me in my tracks. Mrs. Pike was wearing a long
TIFFIANY: black dress with long sleeves and a white bow in
TIFFIANY: the front. Mister Pike, he was wearing dark pants and
TIFFIANY: a button up shirt and appeared to have like a
TIFFIANY: sweater vest over it. He's staring at her, She's staring
TIFFIANY: at me, and she looked like she felt bad that
TIFFIANY: we had heard them arguing and caught them there. She
TIFFIANY: felt bad that she'd scared me, like all of these things.
TIFFIANY: I could tell just by the look on her face.
TIFFIANY: And he's still staring at her, and then when he
TIFFIANY: sees that she's looking at me, he turns to me,
TIFFIANY: and he was scary looking. As I'm looking at him, Mrs.
TIFFIANY: Pike pushed Mr. Pike into the coat closet, but the
TIFFIANY: door was closed. They just kind of walked right through it.
TIFFIANY: My immediate thought was, are they still in there? I
TIFFIANY: run over to the closet and I throw the door open.
TIFFIANY: I could not believe it. The coats were swaying as
TIFFIANY: if someone had passed through them, but no one was
TIFFIANY: in the coat closet. So then I shut it and
TIFFIANY: then pulled it open the exact same way that I
TIFFIANY: did the first time, and nothing happened. So I thought, well,
TIFFIANY: maybe I pulled it harder than I thought to let
TIFFIANY: me pull it more quickly and see if that makes
TIFFIANY: the coats move. So I'm standing there just like shutting
TIFFIANY: the door, pulling it open, shutting, you know, like back
TIFFIANY: and forth, and I could not get the coats to sway.
TIFFIANY: About thirty minutes later, my mom and dad get home
TIFFIANY: from their date, and immediately I tell my mom what happened,
TIFFIANY: and then my dad came in there and she told
TIFFIANY: him what I'd said. He's like, oh, well, you just
TIFFIANY: must have opened the door to quickly, or you must
TIFFIANY: have pulled it open really fast, and the gust of
TIFFIANY: wind would have made the coats swing. I told him no,
TIFFIANY: I tried that and I couldn't get it to do it.
TIFFIANY: He didn't believe me, so he made me follow him
TIFFIANY: into the living room so that he could show me
TIFFIANY: that it was just me opening the door too quickly
TIFFIANY: that caused the coats to move. He opens the door,
TIFFIANY: the coats don't move, so he shuts the door. Then
TIFFIANY: he pulls it open like way quicker than I could have,
TIFFIANY: and the coats still didn't move. And then he said, well,
TIFFIANY: you must have just imagined the coats moving, and I said,
TIFFIANY: I know what I saw, and the coats were moving.
TIFFIANY: Missus and mister Pike went into the closet.
TIFFIANY: Several years later, I've moved out, I'm married, I have
TIFFIANY: a son, his name is Austin. There's a storm rolling in,
TIFFIANY: so I decide that I'm going to need more candles
TIFFIANY: and flashlights than I already have, and I knew that
TIFFIANY: I could go out to my mom and dad's to
TIFFIANY: get endless amounts of them. So I put Austin, who's
TIFFIANY: three at the time, into the car seat and we
TIFFIANY: head out to my parents' house. My mom and dad
TIFFIANY: weren't home at the time. Both were at work. I
TIFFIANY: knew this. I wasn't worried about it because I had
TIFFIANY: a key to the house. We pull into the driveway,
TIFFIANY: I get Austin out of the car seat. We head
TIFFIANY: up to the front door. We walk in and we
TIFFIANY: take our shoes off, and then we head downstairs to
TIFFIANY: the basement to get the candles. Austin had a play
TIFFIANY: area in the basement. We go over to that area.
TIFFIANY: I find him a toy. He starts playing with it.
TIFFIANY: I walk over to the other side of the basement
TIFFIANY: to get the candles. I pick out about five or
TIFFIANY: six of them and put them into the bag, and
TIFFIANY: then head back over to get Austin. We go upstairs.
TIFFIANY: I set him on the couch and then set the
TIFFIANY: candles beside him, and I go to get his shoes
TIFFIANY: to put back on him so we can leave. I
TIFFIANY: get the first shoe on, and then as I'm putting
TIFFIANY: the second shoe on, I hear a woman say, who's there?
TIFFIANY: In the distance, it sounded like it came from the basement.
TIFFIANY: I freeze and I turn in the direction of the
TIFFIANY: basement door. Who's there? Who was that? Did I hear that?
TIFFIANY: Did I actually hear somebody yell from the basement, and
TIFFIANY: I turned back to Austin and I noticed that he's
TIFFIANY: also looking in that direction. While I'm looking at him,
TIFFIANY: I hear, hey, don't go. But this time I could
TIFFIANY: hear the creaks of the stairs. Whoever was yelling from
TIFFIANY: the basement was now also walking up the stairs. I
TIFFIANY: knew that my mom wasn't home. I knew that she
TIFFIANY: was at work, and I knew my dad wasn't there.
TIFFIANY: But this sounded like a woman. And I knew no
TIFFIANY: one was in the home because I had already been
TIFFIANY: through the entire house. And then not only was I
TIFFIANY: hearing it, I could tell that Austin could hear it
TIFFIANY: as well. He turns to me and he said, where's Nana?
TIFFIANY: And I said, Nana's at work, Nana's not here. That's
TIFFIANY: not Nana. And as soon as I said that, she
TIFFIANY: called out again, wait, don't go, and I could tell
TIFFIANY: that she was closer, and it almost kind of sounded
TIFFIANY: like my mom, so much so that Austin was like
TIFFIANY: Nana and jumped off the couch to try to run
TIFFIANY: to the sound. I reached out and grabbed his shirt
TIFFIANY: and I pulled him in real close, and I just
TIFFIANY: whispered because I was scared. At this point, I was
TIFFIANY: just like, that's not Nana, and I was just trying
TIFFIANY: to be like as quiet as possible because I did
TIFFIANY: not know what was going to happen next, and then
TIFFIANY: having him there with me, just the mother instinct kicked in.
TIFFIANY: I didn't want anyone to hurt him, and I didn't
TIFFIANY: know if it was an actual person or not. When
TIFFIANY: I get scared, I just freeze. I could feel like
TIFFIANY: my heartbeat in my throat, and then without giving it
TIFFIANY: a second thought, I just jerked him up, stood up
TIFFIANY: really quickly, and just headed straight for the front door.
TIFFIANY: I ran out the front door, and I just left
TIFFIANY: the door open, and I just wanted to get Austin
TIFFIANY: out and in the car. I put him in his
TIFFIANY: car seat. My hands were shaking trying to get his
TIFFIANY: car seat buckled and make sure that he was like
TIFFIANY: actually buckled in. I shut his door, and the storm
TIFFIANY: was starting at this point, so my hair was like
TIFFIANY: whipping across my face, and I'm just trying to get
TIFFIANY: my hair out of my face. I turn and look
TIFFIANY: at the front door and see the front door just
TIFFIANY: slam shut. Someone or something had slammed the door shut.
TIFFIANY: I get into the driver's side seat and I see
TIFFIANY: the curtain beside the front door move. Whatever I had
TIFFIANY: shut the door was now looking out the window at
TIFFIANY: me. I just threw it into reverse and go out of there.
TIFFIANY: I had like a death grip on the steering wheel
TIFFIANY: because just my entire like my adrenaline was pumping. I
TIFFIANY: called Mom and I'm like, hey, You're never gonna believe
TIFFIANY: what just happened. I was like, I wanted to make
TIFFIANY: sure that you were at work because we heard something
TIFFIANY: in the house and I think it was Mrs. Pike
TIFFIANY: yelling out to us. She said, yeah, no, one's there.
TIFFIANY: Things happening just kind of became the norm, and everyone
TIFFIANY: that came over had some sort of experience with Mrs. Pike.
TIFFIANY: I've had so many experiences with Miss Pike, and I
TIFFIANY: remember the first time I met her, she said I
TIFFIANY: would live here forever if I could. I guess she
TIFFIANY: meant it.
THERÉSA: We love a woman who keeps her word, and this
THERÉSA: really has been a lifelong haunt for Tiffiany. At this point, Mrs.
THERÉSA: Pike is basically family and no judgment. I've run screaming
THERÉSA: from plenty of family members on countless occasions. It's a
THERÉSA: canon event. We mustn't interfere. Well, I'm finally feeling better,
THERÉSA: and since I already broke dry January, it's time for
THERÉSA: a little hair of the dog. Len, should we go
THERÉSA: round two? You could show me that high C you
THERÉSA: swear you can hit.
LEN: [MUMBLES]
THERÉSA: If you have a ghost story to share, email us
THERÉSA: at HauntingThePodcast@gmail.com and you could tell your story on an upcoming episode.
THERÉSA: I'm feeling generous. Len, take us out!
LEN: [SINGING]
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