Episode 5: Summer Stock

Hi, I'm Jennifer, and this is My True Ghost Stories, where I share stories of my supernatural adventures as a spiritual medium, helping trapped spirits to cross over, and more.

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Welcome to episode five of My True Ghost Stories.

I have two true tales for you today.

The first is about funny theater people dealing with a wandering ghost man.

And the second takes place in an orthodontist office that used to be something else.

And here goes.

This story is called Summer Stock.

And this is a story that comes from my early 20s before I knew what ghosts wanted from me and that I could help them.

So I was performing in Summer Stock, which is when a theater in the country somewhere has a bunch of shows over the summer, and they usually recruit local actors and then people from the big city.

And I was one of those people who auditioned from New York City and went to spend the summer at this theater.

So it was like a hundred-year-old theater, and it was connected to a resort, and part of the resort was that you could go to the theater at night, and that was us.

That was the shows that we were putting on.

So the performers lived in a house, which was probably as old as the theater, and it was very close to the theater, and I think that it used to be like for the staff of the resort, or a dormitory for like groups that would come to the resort.

And I spent four months there from like June to September.

And it was lots of fun.

There was lots of intrigue going on, which is what happens when you have a lot of high-energy 20-something theater people living together.

And there was also lots of fighting, which is the other side of high-energy theater people living and working together for months on end.

But at this particular theater job, there was something else going on besides just people getting on each other's nerves.

So this story is about my first night there.

It starts with my first night there.

So I traveled there probably on a bus, Greyhound bus or something, and I met everyone.

And I was there to start rehearsals for the show that was opening up in a few weeks.

And there was another show going on, so there was already a cast living in the house.

And some of them were staying for the next show, and some of them were finishing up their run there.

So we walk up, and it was a very shabby house, and someone had driven me from the bus station to the house.

And we walk up, and I'm observing that it's not a beautiful house.

I walk in, and to my right, there's a community bulletin board in the hallway right next to the pay phone.

And on it were posted flyers for cabaret night at the resort, and local attractions.

You could go do this, you could go do that in the town.

And there were some silly notes from the people living in the house, because theater people are very clever and funny.

And this was before cell phones, thus the mention of the pay phone.

And these things probably would have been posted online, but at this time, you would look at the community bulletin board to see what was going on.

But right in the middle of this community bulletin board was a big handwritten note.

And it said, to everyone, I sincerely apologize for the scene that I caused last night.

I was out of line, and I'm sorry for any damage I may have caused.

And this was a new note.

You could tell it was a newer item.

And I was like, oh, this can't be good.

This is what's going on in this house.

So there was tension in the house, and you could feel it.

But everyone was still hilarious because they're theater people and they're funny.

That evening, I probably grocery shopped and ate my dinner and hung out with all my new friends.

I think we probably watched a movie and got to know each other.

And it was time to go to bed.

And I was exhausted from dealing with these high-energy people.

And they were obviously all pretty stressed from the apparent fighting, which was the night before.

They, no one was really talking about it, but that note had been from the night before.

I went upstairs to my room, and it was a shabby room like the rest of the house.

It had like a little sink and had a bunk bed and another single bed.

And I chose the bottom bunk.

They all had terrible mattresses.

And I will say that I had a really, really nice roommate who remained that way for the entire run of the summer.

And I remain very grateful for that.

I had trouble sleeping, which I often do in a new place.

This was a different kind of troubled sleeping.

During the night, I had a dream.

I was on the bottom bunk for real, not in my dream.

I was on the bottom bunk.

And then in this dream, this like clown face dropped down from the top bunk and was yelling, hello, hello, hello.

It was terrifying, like a scary movie, like a jump scare in a scary movie.

And so it was so scary that it woke me up.

And I woke up with a start and I opened my eyes, and there I see for real, not in a dream, I see the outline of a man.

Now, these days, not in my 20s, I see these spirits like in my mind's eye, or I feel their energy, or I might see them out of the corner of my eye, but I don't see them plain as day, like I saw this man.

And that could be like some sort of protection from the universe, because it's so scary.

I can't handle it when I actually see them.

So it was, I could sort of see him, and it was mainly his outline.

And he was saying to me, You're new.

You're new here.

You're new.

He just kept saying that over and over again.

And I just shut my eyes.

I can't deal with this.

This is too scary.

And as I said, at that time, I didn't know what ghosts wanted from me, and I didn't know that I could help them.

So I shut my eyes and turned over, and I probably fell back asleep eventually.

The next morning, I was having coffee in the kitchen, and there was a particularly high-energy cast member that was already living there.

And I'm pretty sure she was part of the seed that was mentioned on the note in the bulletin board.

And she just came into the kitchen, and she said, Oh, that man was walking around the house again last night.

So I listened to the conversation that she had, and I was very relieved to hear that it was not an actual man walking around the house at night.

I probably would have just packed my bags and left if that were the case.

But it turned out it was the ghost of a man that regularly walked the hallways of this house.

I don't think I mentioned my dream to them, but I didn't know.

I was pretty sure, yeah, that's the man that was telling me that I was new here last night, who's trying, I guess, to be friendly.

I don't know.

Time went on.

There was no sightings for probably a few weeks.

He did not bother me.

However, the tension in the house really continued.

And then some people in the house decided that they didn't like me.

And there was some serious, well, not serious, low-level mean girl activity going on, which I tried to deal with by being really nice to them and which never works.

So I had to deal with that.

It was not very pleasant.

And a few weeks later, I had another dream.

In this dream, I was not woken up by a spirit.

In this dream, I was walking around the house, just going into the kitchen, going into the living room, going in to the hallway, up the stairs, into the bedrooms, not so much into the bedrooms, but mostly in all the common areas of the house.

And it was not a regular dream.

It was like watching someone record something.

It was like watching it through a viewfinder.

Again, the next morning, in the kitchen, having coffee, and that particularly high-energy cast member who, you guessed it, was one of the Mean Girls, came in and announced that man was walking around the house again last night.

And I knew that that was the weird dream that I had, but I did not know why.

Why did I see the house through his eyes while I was sleeping?

Years later, I told the story to someone who had some experience in the psychic world, and he said, oh, he borrowed your consciousness.

Talking about the man in the dream.

He borrowed your consciousness.

I recently decided to do some research on this, and I wasn't able to find anything relevant to the borrowing of one's consciousness, but I did find a term that seems to fit, and it's called a dream stealer.

And maybe that's what this person was referring to.

Here's what I found.

A dream stealer is a concept found in various cultural and spiritual beliefs, particularly in European folklore, Native American traditions, African and Caribbean folklore, and Asian mythology.

It typically refers to a supernatural entity or malevolent spirit that is believed to steal or interfere with a person's dreams.

This interference can manifest in different ways, such as causing nightmares, preventing restful sleep, or even influencing the dreamer's thoughts and emotions negatively.

In some traditions, dreamstealers are seen as beings that feed on or drain the energy of individuals while they sleep, often leading to feelings of exhaustion or unease upon waking.

They are sometimes associated with folklore surrounding sleep paralysis, night terrors, or other sleep disturbances.

And back to our story.

The tension never lifted for my four-month stay.

In that house.

And there were no more actual sightings of the man, and the girl who would announce that he was walking around the house left before the end of the run.

She wasn't in the last show.

I left that theater and I retained one or two friends, not the mean girls, some people who were nice, like my roommate.

I retained them, which is the usual trend for summer stock friendships.

You usually stay friends with like two people afterwards.

So I think what was going on there, partly I think what was going on there was that it was a bunch of young people, theater people, spending 24 hours a day together with some particularly strong personalities, and that accounted for some of the drama and tension there.

But I had worked in other summer stock productions, and there's always some drama, but it was never as bad as this.

So what I think that was going on there was this man was harassing everyone.

He was invisible, and I think he was walking around the house all the time, harassing people, and everyone was agitated.

If this had happened now, I would be able to talk to him with the skills that I have now.

I would be able to find out what he needs.

I would be able to contact his guides and my guides, and I would be able to help him cross over.

I did not have those skills then, and maybe he's still there, but I'm not going back there to check, unless I'm invited for some reason.

To me, the poor man was clearly very unhappy and was making everyone else unhappy.

I looked up that theater recently, many, many years later, and it's still running, and it's not just the summer anymore.

It's year round now.

So I guess that they're doing fine, and I'm very happy for them.

So maybe they had somebody come and clear that house, clear the energy out, or maybe they demolished that house.

But whatever happened, I hope that their cast members are getting along as best as they can, and I hope that that wandering ghost man has finally crossed over and found peace.

And here is today's second story.

The name of this story is Orthodontists Office.

My daughter's orthodontist office was not a regular doctor's office, but it was in a one-family house on a residential block, and it was attached to one other house.

When you went in, the waiting room was obviously where the living room used to be.

The receptionist desk was clearly in what was once a dining room, and the bathroom was upstairs, along with what obviously used to be bedrooms, and they were all now offices and file rooms.

So I took my daughter to her appointment, and I actually found a parking spot on the same block as this orthodontist office, which was quite miraculous.

We went into the office.

She went in to her appointment, and I was sitting in the waiting room, which was once a living room.

After a little while, I went upstairs to use the bathroom.

And upstairs, almost all the doors to the former bedrooms were open, revealing the offices and file rooms, and there was a hallway leading to a far, I can only imagine that it was also a bedroom, former bedroom that had its door closed.

I was exiting the bathroom and headed for the stairs when I saw some movement in my peripheral vision.

When I looked down the hallway, I could tell that there was a woman, the spirit of a woman in front of a closet door that was on the left-hand side of this hallway.

And she was trying to get into that closet, and she was very, very sad.

She was pounding on the door.

She was trying the knob.

She was pressing herself against the door, and her focus was toward the top of the door.

She would then fall onto the floor and hold her face in her hands only to get back up and try again, always focusing at the top of the door.

So there seemed to be a loop in her actions, and she didn't seem to be aware of my presence, although she might have been demonstrating this struggle for me as a way to ask for help.

But what I could tell was that this spirit was stuck in a repeating pattern of action and needed intervention to get out of it.

I was a little new to helping ghosts at the time, and I hadn't developed any real processes.

At that point in my life, I just knew that they needed my help, and I did know that I could sometimes get them to cross over by communicating with them.

In this case, I do not remember exactly what our communication was, but I do know that she expressed her frustration to me with her actions and her facial expressions, but not with words.

And I do remember that I was able to help her cross over.

After I finished with that spirit, I went downstairs and walked over to the reception desk, and there was no other patients near the desk.

They were all in the waiting room, and this receptionist seemed very approachable.

And I just found myself telling her, there was a ghost of a woman upstairs, but I helped her to move on, so if there were any weird disturbances up there, they should be done now.

So I guess this receptionist was giving off like a majorly open-minded vibe, because I said this to her in this totally matter of fact way, like the way you would say, the sink was running upstairs, so I turned it off.

I had picked up on her vibe correctly because she wound up being very excited to hear this message about the woman ghost upstairs.

At this point, the orthodontist was finished tightening my daughter's braces, and he was walking into the reception area.

And she called him over and asked me to tell him the story.

And then other employees came in to listen, and I found myself telling the story to an audience, which doesn't really bother me.

The orthodontist then told me that this house had been his childhood home.

He had inherited it and converted it to his private practice.

Then I told him that the spirit of the woman had been particularly concerned with the closet in the hallway, especially the top of the door.

And he said, well, there's something very interesting about that closet.

He told me that when they built these two houses, which were attached, they had never finished the back of that closet.

Then there was an opening behind the top shelf of the closet that went into the other house.

So I don't know what was going on there.

I do remember that the spirit hadn't said anything to me.

So I'm guessing that maybe she was concerned about the wall not being finished.

Maybe she used to live in the house next door and couldn't get back over there.

Maybe something had happened in this house, and she was trying to get out.

I don't know.

But I am glad that I was able to help her give up this struggle with that closet and get out of that frustrating loop and move on.

And I hope that she found peace on the other side.

And that's all for today.

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