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Music. I'm Melissa Swayze.

And I'm Nate Reisman and this is you can see me in the dark.

You can see me in the Appalachian Mountains of West Virginia, a town known colloquially as Bloody Mingo. A lot has changed since we last spoke. Yuki is coming to us from Minnesota, where life has slowed down. Well, maybe more specifically, the intense hauntings she experienced as a kid have cooled

off a bit.

But that doesn't mean the energy has stopped trying to get her attention.

And one particular entity is still trying to call her home.

You can see me in the dark presence.

Yuki.

I moved back into the really old haunted house. So I've been here for a bit. Sleepy Eye is where I currently am. Sleepy Eye is named Sleepy Eye because chief sleepy eye is buried in the center of the town. He's got a very big monument. He passed on a camp or not a camping trip, a hunting trip, and they brought him all the way back home to bury him here. And because of the native influences in this area and how very connected to the earth, people are because this is a farming community, there's stuff everywhere. The local gas station. You can be standing there and the doors of the freezer will just swing open. Things like that happen a lot. I was in a dollar store recently and one of the cashiers was talking to her boss about how she will never stay here late to restock

again because there's an old lady in here and she keeps messing with things and moving all the equipment at night. And I kind of smiled about it because I'd be, it's not an old lady, it's a man. I smiled about it. I didn't intervene because that's not my job to correct so what that works there. Also, sometimes it's best not to get verification that your workplace is haunted. Sometimes you just don't want to know. So I just didn't do that to her. I didn't say anything. I just went home with my pizza. He was kind of annoyed about being called an old lady. He's definitely like in his 30s, a farmer guy. Yeah, the spirits, they talk a lot still, but also they definitely respect my space more than they did. I have quite a few bells around the house for communication reasons and flensing reasons. Bell's vibrate at a frequency, I'm pretty sure this is why a lot of churches use it as well and they're choir and things, is that they're very holy sound where the vibration is at a positive note. Like on the front door there's bells and cinnamon hanging on the door knob and that's specifically for like a protection thing but there are also a string of bells hanging above my altar and a lot of the spirits that I commonly see around the house, they

know that if something's up or they want to talk and I'm too distracted with whatever's happening, they'll just jingle one of the strings of bells and then I'll know that I have to pay attention to something. I do have a rescue dog. He's really dumb but very sweet. His name is Hamilton but I call him Pam. He is the worst guard dog, whether it be spirit or human, he will just try to flick it, like that's just his thing. You are immediately friend. One time I heard these heavy boots every now and then when I hear the heavy boots, I'm thinking it's my mom's husband, the one that I call dad. So I immediately think, Dad, oh those are still toes. Yeah, it's definitely dad. Him was slaying underneath my desk. I hear this deal toe boots approach my desk, but I don't see anyone there. And him raises up and starts wagging. I was like, you are okay. You know what? If you don't feel anything bad, I'm fine. And then he laid back down and then I heard the boots walked

toward my little reading look on the side of the room and sit down in the chair and hamstered it's licking the chair. Sir don't lick the spirits. That's rude. At least ask. Upstairs, there was some sort of weird energy that would put its hand over my face and my throat when I was trying to sleep in a specific room. So I got my roommate at the time to switch me rooms because he's not spiritually sensitive. I am. So I had this exact desk set up in my bedroom and I would see while I'm working on my art on this desk, I have it in an elf formation. I would see this cloud of... If you've ever seen Totoro, there's these things called dust sprites and they build up in little corners and they hop around and they have little eyes that it would be on my curtain rod and coming into my window and it was just pure black and I would look directly at it and it would dissipate but it wouldn't completely go away. I could still see it, it's significantly darker in that one corner of a window than any other part of the room, which was very strange. So we started talking to our neighbors. It was a kind of a condo setup where one building had three doors to different units. So the person on her left used to live in our unit and they moved one over because it was so haunted. And the lady said, I couldn't sleep in our bedroom anymore because something tried to smother me in my sleep. And my roommate looked directly at me and he goes, you two haven't talked, have you? And I said, no. And he's like, I'm going back to New York. I'm not doing this. Minnesota's too haunted. It's like, okay. And he did do. He's back in New York. He absolutely skips state. The last night, he said that this man with very long legs stomped his way down the staircase to him, sleeping in the living room on his stomach. And got in his face and said, you're not supposed to be here! So he jumped up and ran out and that was the last time he was in the apartment. Nothing has ever gotten that close to me that I could see. I'm wondering if it was the same man he told me he saw washing the dishes and smoking a cigarette a few weeks before that but the very long legs thing it's like it warped itself to scare him out. That's what I'm thinking happened it just didn't like him for whatever reason. He's smoking a cigarette and he was tall and skinny and he had work boots on. That sounds like my dad. Since I was like 12 years old I started dreaming about these whispers coming from a well, asking me to visit to come to them. And I wasn't physically in the stream, but I felt like I was being drawn to something. And I walked into this corner, and there was a well, a very old dog in well, and there were voices coming from the well, come to us. You belong here. Why are you home yet? And it started pulling me in and I couldn't stop myself in the dream. I would like tip over into the well and it was very slow. I didn't fall. I like levitated down head first and I would wake up after everything would go dark because of how deep in the well I was going. And they were they petrified me. And I even talked to a counselor about this in school. And they told me that it sounds like I'm having some sort of anxiety dream. And I didn't have anything else to base that off of. So I said, okay, yeah, that makes sense. I'm just anxious. I didn't have the word anxious yet, but you know what I mean. So those would happen for years. And kind of they had the same feeling as the dreams that you feel like you're falling in, where you jolt awake. Exactly like that. And one one day when I was about 16 or 17, it was a documentary or ghost adventures, one of the two. They took the crew to Bobby Mackey, started telling the history about it and all the ghosts that lived there. It used to be a slaughterhouse, I believe. Not 100% sure on that. I think it was a slaughterhouse first. And the legend goes that when it was a slaughterhouse, these two men took a woman there and beheaded her and threw her head down into the well. And her ghost now haunts the now bar. Her head was never recovered. They didn't find it. So the fact that I'm going headfirst into this hole in my dream scares the absolute crap out of me. But I didn't know that at the time until I saw the documentary. And everything clicked. I recognized the well I had been there before. I knew I had been there before and this thing was calling me and I learned very early into doing what I do. You don't go when something calls you. Don't do it. It's not good. It's never going to be good. So I ignored it and but I had such a draw to it. Like I wanted to go. It was almost physically painful when I was close enough to stop by but didn't. And because it was almost physically painful, that's exactly why I never gave it the chance. The voice that I was hearing was male. There was an underwisp ring of a more feminine voice, but I couldn't, if you would ask me if it was a female

or male, I don't know. It was feminine, but it could have been either way. So it was two voices, one whispering I could never decipher what it said, the louder one was a male. And I just don't know. I don't know who did who did that.

Sometimes when And I just, I don't know. I don't know who did, who did that.

Sometimes when spirits call to me like that and they don't have a face where I can't see them, I can't decipher what it is. I can't tell if it's good or bad, human or not. I like to believe that it's just energy. And when energy is very strong, and it meets another force of energy that is also as equally strong, they kind of gravitate. So I'm hoping that it was just an energy that saw me, and was like, hey, what's me? But also, that's still scary. But that's also how attachments happen is energy sees energy.

The dreams continued until about a year and a half ago. I believe they tore it down. Let me invoke. The historic building was in severe disrespaired making renovation to costly. Owner Bobby Maggie is tearing it down to build a new modern venue on the same sites with plans to reopen a new one by 2026. The demolition which began in 2024 is part of the plan to create a better facility while preserving elements like the famous portal to hell well in the basement with the bar temporarily operating in Florence, Kentucky. While they're keeping the portal to hell as a beautifully call fit. I hope they find the head.

That poor woman needs her head. I have an update about last time's story because I said that I went to school when the exorcism of the house happened. I spoke to someone that was there with the priest when he came in. My mom had the exorcism. It was not the house. She did not know. She doesn't remember anything. They told her to lay on her bed and clear her mind. And then she was out and when she woke up her bed was moved away from the wall and everyone was around her praying and she couldn't figure out why. That's the only memory that she remembered, but she never told me that. She told me that he went through the house and put holy water on every window and on every drain, every door that opened, including cabinets, like everything had holy water, anointed on it. And then the last room that he did was her bedroom. He did mine first. And that's when he told her to lay. And she did, of course, because he is a priest, you know, and there were people that she knew in the room, like her best friend and her best friend's daughter and some of the congregation. So she's like, okay, nothing's gonna happen to me. And she just trusted the process and then woke up. And she said he tapped her shoulder and said, how do you feel right now? Like, are you okay? And she said, I feel peaceful. And he said, good. And she said, I feel like I need a nap. And he said, that makes sense. And then he left. Like the whole congregation just left. So they never told her what happened. So until I find the contact for the priest, I probably won't know.

And I've been looking for months.

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