Welcome once again and thank you for being here. I'm your host, Nick Ryan.

Happy New Year, everyone, and welcome back to Paranormal Mysteries.

I truly appreciate you listening.

Before I start, I just want to let you know that I'm kind of in the beginning stages of

a head cold or possibly even the flu, so if I sound a little different, please bear with me. And hopefully I'll be

able to make it through this episode. But with that said, let's get on with tonight's show.

Tonight's first encounter comes to us from David. And David's experience is called,

Don't Go Up upstairs. David says,

During college in the early 2000s, I lived with my parents in southeastern Virginia,

and I commuted to the university that I attended. It was during those years that my parents

sold the home my sister and I grew up in and moved us into a sprawling two-story brick house

built in the late 1960s.

The neighborhood was unassuming, a sleepy little subdivision where nothing much seemed to happen.

For a college kid living at home, it seemed like the perfect setup.

My bedroom was in what used to be the two-car garage, now converted into a private space

with an exterior door that gave me

the freedom to come and go unnoticed. The rest of my family stayed upstairs, a space that felt

from the very first day, oppressively wrong. The house itself had peculiarities that set it apart,

the sort of details that stick in your mind

and refuse to let go. In the den, just beyond the door connecting to my bedroom, a small closet

had been repurposed into a liquor cabinet. It had been converted to storage by later owners,

but the original intent was unmistakable. My bedroom had a drop ceiling with halogen lights

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