The Oh, Hello and I have two spooky stories for you today and the last story comes from April 2nd, 2024 and Stray Number 1 comes from Ryan.

I can now say that I've lived in Missouri more than any other place in my life so far. One of the aspects I love is the

not quite southern Gothic charm and with Gothic charm comes spooky stuff. When I was going to a little college in Moberly I had

things happen to me. First while there I volunteered at a youth outreach in

downtown. I'd often stay late after helping to clean up, then bike back to college around midnight each Thursday.

One night as I biked past homes and fields singing like I usually did I came up to a turn in the road.

As I slowed to make a right out of the darkness near an old fence, I heard someone say, clear as day.

Hi Ryan.

It seemed so normal, nonchalant and commonplace, that it wasn't until after I had responded back with a

high that I blinked it was midnight I was completely alone there next to a

yellowing soybean field in the fall.

I shivered then continued speeding back to my dorm as fast as I could pedal.

Another night as I was rolling into my college's parking lot, I happened to look up to see a dark, cloaked and hooded figure with their arms outstretched, hovering a hundred feet above the school. Unlike most times when you only see

something out of the corner of your eye and then focus to find nothing there, this time there

was. I remained transfixed for a few minutes staring. At some point I

must have blinked or felt the hoodwinking force slide off me because I could move again.

When I looked back up the figure had vanished.

I think my roommates wanted to believe me,

but it was probably a little beyond their toleration levels of spook.

Lastly at that college I was fast to sleep one night.

I woke up to something that was neither waking nor a dream. I can't describe it any other way except to say that I just knew it was different.

A motherly black woman stood in what looked like my grandma's old condominium waiting for me.

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