The following written confession was submitted via email:

Hi! So I have been listening to your podcast for a few months now… and I love it. But while listening to them all, some memories have come back to me. And there is one particular one that I have never been able to explain. I always assumed it was just me, as a child, and the whole “afraid of the dark” thing. But now I’m really curious, as a 50 year old, what was it really?

So this was in the 70’s to early 80’s. Every night when I’d go to bed, i would see these lights in my bedroom. They weren’t bright lights. And they weren’t like manmade lights. It was almost like my eyes were causing these flashing lights and zigzags… shifting lights. And what was so weird was I would vaguely see these beings that would start to dismantle the room. They would start by peeling the wallpaper off the walls and take the curtains down until eventually there would be no ceiling. I know I wasn’t asleep. And then my bed would float up and into the darkness. And that is all I could ever remember. But this happened every single night for years. And I know I was awake. I’m just curious if anyone else has ever mentioned to you that they experienced something like this?

I also experienced a hag back in 2009-10 ish. I lived in an apartment house on a deadend road. And I always felt like there was a presence in that house. It didn’t feel bad… but I always felt something there. My daughter and I would go for walks and there was a heavily wooded area and when we would walk by it, you could feel someone watching you from those woods. One day, her and I were walking by it and she mentions to me, “I had a dream about a witch.” And it intrigued me so I asked her about it. She said, “Yeah she said she wanted to kill you and daddy.” (We were divorced). At that point, I asked her what this witch looked like. She said, “Old and had long gray scraggly hair.” I know the color drained from my face. My blood went cold. The reason was that same night she dreamed of the witch, I did as well. And in my dream was a hag. With long scraggly gray hair. And she was outside my daughter’s bedroom window. I never told her about it until she was older because I didn’t want her to be afraid.

I do believe that whatever the presence in the house was was protecting us from this hag. I do know that an older lady lived in the apartment house, but I don’t know if she died in it. She was the mother of the landlord. I also know a woman died on that street. She was an older woman who would go for walks and a guy on a motorcycle hit her and she died. Just wanted to share those stories with you!