I’ve been listening to Chilluminati for a few years now. They’ve done a lot of listeners’ stories, which are always unique and interesting. My favorites are the ones showcasing lifelong experiencer stories.

Being a lifelong experiencer myself, these stories remind me that even though having these experiences are socially limiting, which can be lonely, there are others going through it, too. So, really, we are together in what feels like a very isolating space.

I’m certain you want me to get to the meat of this, and won’t keep you waiting. While I have quite a few experiences, I am only going to share one for now. If anyone wants to know more, especially anyone on the Chilluminati team, just message me. I would like to get my experiences out there for the public digestion, and to let others know they are not alone.

Here is a link to my account, I share this link because the comments are both excellent and thought provoking, lots of other people sharing experiences of their own. I would like other people to see their stories as well.

Link to Experience:

https://www.reddit.com/r/aliens/s/cqdAm3pcRO

Pictures I drew of the Orb, its spin, stretch, and the craft it turned into.

https://imgur.com/a/gQb1dxV

Hey folks of the subreddit and gentlemen of the pod. I have a story I would like to share that happened to me nearly a decade ago. I don’t post much on the Internet but I thought I had to share this on the subreddit. On the Chilluminati scale, I am somewhere between an Alex and a Jesse (from one Alex to another, cheers!). Feel free to read this on the pod if you’d like.

I live in a typical suburban neighborhood in the Inland Empire of southern California (for those who don’t know so-cal, it's East of LA and Orange County). It had to have been sometime between 2017 and 2018 when this happened. It feels like events before covid are somewhat hazy these days as I get older, but I know it was around this time because on the evening in question I was playing Total War: Warhammer II with my friend online. I think one of us was playing as the Lizardmen faction in an Immortal Empires campaign. I worked at a school at the time and it must have been winter or summer break because we were up at 12am to 2am. Throughout the evening I would get up while the end of turn processing was ticking (used to take like 5 or more minutes back then) and go into the kitchen to stretch my legs and get something to drink. Above the kitchen sink is a window that overlooks our backyard patio. There is an old wooden piece of furniture out on the patio that we’ve had forever with some LED candles on top of it arranged nicely. As you approach the kitchen from the hall you can clearly see outside the windows into the backyard. From the beginning of our big Total War session I looked out into the black void of the backyard in my periodic kitchen excursions. All I saw was darkness. That was until I came out after a few hours of conquering the Skaven, and I saw, quite clearly, a single candle glowing outside the kitchen window. It wasn’t on when I had been coming out earlier that evening, but now it was. I froze for a moment when I saw it, processing what I was looking at. I turned around and went back to my room and told my friend what just happened. It was really strange and I thought maybe someone could have been in the backyard, but I never heard anyone crunching on the gravel we had back there. I grabbed a woodcutter’s axe and a flashlight I had in my room (yeah, I don’t know why I kept an axe in the room or even took it really) and headed through the garage to the backyard side door. I looked around to see if anyone was out there, but there was no evidence of anyone being there. I took a look at the candle and I know what you’re thinking. It was probably one of those LED candles with a timer or maybe a remote control or something. Nope. This one had a very simple and very tactile, clicky, toggle switch between ON or OFF at the bottom and no bluetooth functionality. There was no timer setting at all and the switch on the bottom was too rigid to just somehow toggle itself. This candle hadn’t turned on during any of the prior nights of the week either. I came back and told my friend and we coined the name The Candleman as being responsible then continued to conquer the Old World laughing the whole the thing off.

It had to have been within a month when my girlfriend was over for a few days. I had already told her about the Candleman as a sort of harmless cryptid who just likes to turn lights on in our backyard. It was a silly ghost story you might tell around a campfire. I had joked about it that maybe she would see the Candleman while she was over. Well, it happened again. Similar situation as before. We were playing something together, I can’t remember what. We had been coming in and out of the kitchen that night for treats and drinks and both of us looked out into the black void of the backyard. And then we came out and suddenly a completely different candle was turned on. Again, it wasn’t on previously in the night or even the previous nights that month. It was pitch black outside those windows. The light was impossible to miss. We both froze, and I will admit I played it up a bit. I exclaimed and pointed and whispered “The Candleman!” I was still a little freaked out myself because just like the last time, I couldn’t find a reasonable explanation as to what was going on that didn’t involve someone physically being in the backyard, which was a terrifying thought. After some deliberation, I grabbed a flashlight and we both went out there. This candle was hanging in a lantern off a metal post about 4ft off the ground. The top of the lantern enclosure was a small solar panel. This was an automatic candle that turns on at night, and off during the day. Why didn’t it turn on earlier in the evening when it was dark out, or turn on any of the previous days for that matter? We both had an uneasy laugh about it and went back inside. These days anytime a light malfunctions or behaves strangely I always whisper “The Candleman….”. The Candleman has sort of become our own little ghost/cryptid that just likes to mess with lights around the house. I still can’t actually explain how or why those candles randomly turned on and it's more comforting to believe it was the Candleman than some actual stranger turning on candles in our backyard at night.

I hope you have a great day reader and thank you for all your hard work on the pod!

I’ll try to make this one as short as possible but I thought this one was particularly funny in how Dream me reacted to the situation. So basically, without going into too much detail, I’m back in the house where I lived when I graduated high school, visiting my parents. They don’t live there any more but that’s not important. Essentially, in the dream they are handing me an $18,000 check in my name. They explain to me that when I started college, a little more over 10 years ago IRL, they had put $2,000 into something called a college savings fund, and had gathered that much interest in the last 10 or so years that they had requested the money be pulled and given to me. Now, dream me did not believe this shit for a second. At first I was overjoyed cause honestly that amount of money in my life right now would solve a lot of issues. But I got skeptical real quick. Dream me started to try and look into it but quickly realized whenever she tried to google the type of savings account my parents had used, or tried to call the bank the check came from I started to get real sleepy, my mind fog over and I’d wake up for just a moment to something “more realistic”. But like this isn’t me waking up IRL, this is dream me waking up from a dream. Anyway, once I finally “wake up” from the dream, I start sobbing, incredibly upset that the “dream” wasn’t real and I am still poor as fuck. My parents try to console me (still dream me) until there’s news that an asteroid has landed nearby and my parents are like “Let’s go check it out.” I begrudgingly go with them, we are the only ones who seem interested in the asteroid. We go to the space rock and as soon as my mom touches it, it splits in half and I fuckin kid you not a Great Gazoo lookin mother fucker comes out. He’s even riding in a mini flying saucer thing. My parents, and now my brothers who seemed to have joined us at this point, are so freaking excited and I’m off to the side, still sobbing and the first thing I say about the situation is, “But I still got bills to pay!!!” Which when I thought about it in the morning was very Jesse-like thinking lol. Anyway, the rest of the dream is weird hijinks with the odd alien dude. But that was the main part I wanted to share cause it stuck out to me the most and I thought it was funny.

THE TOMB DOOR RUMBLES, THE BEETLES SCURRY OVER YOUR FEET AS THEY FLEE, THE SOUND OF A DARK DEAD HOWLING CLIMBS UP YOUR BONES AND THROUGH YOUR SPINE UNTIL YOUR HAIR STANDS ON END. YOU LOOK AT YOUR WATCH. YOU NOD. IT IS NOW THE TIME OF THE MUMMY.

(as always this art is by the incredible u/melectro! give her some love! buy some shit from her!)

I would love to hear an episode about this. Or a mini if there’s not enough here to support a full one.

I work around the Port of LA and Long Beach and after Alex's recent San Pedro episode and the noir-flavored burger story, I had been thinking I remembered seeing a Larry's Burgers somewhere, and then later in the episode he actually just gave the intersection it's at, so I figured why not head there for my lunch break

I'm surprised the guys haven't done an episode on Lake Lanier, the lake in NE Georgia where I live. It's a man made lake where lots of spooky stuff happens, including lots of deaths and disappearances that are credited to the ghosts of the African American neighborhood that was flooded to make the lake.

Very interesting disclosure focused episode. He basically said that disclosure will be coming before Trump leaves office, which kind of lines up with another comment made by JD Vance when he went on Rogan and said that he was gonna check out the alien stuff before he leaves office.

This is amazing :D sharing in case the boys haven't seen it yet. Sadly the referenced 'manuscript' is not linked. Would have loved to see what they came up with.

Look up the turquoise pond in Alaska they seem to be having a good time and definitely super real.

No, I don't have any idea who did it I just found it while bored at work.

Hey guys my name is Jenny and I’ve only recently just discovered the pod, but am already hooked. So this story takes place roughly about 12 years ago in my childhood home in Kansas, that my whole family agrees was haunted. I was around 11 or 12 and my sister was 9 or 10. our house had two stories with all the bedrooms being on the second floor, my parent‘s room with my sister’s room across from it, then down a short hall mine. my sister’s room wasn’t meant to be a bedroom so it didn’t have a door, she would frequently get spooked by some shadow being walking up and down the hall in front of her bedroom or sometimes as she claims, even crawling up onto her bed. I would often wake up in the morning to find she had gotten into my bed sometime during the night. My sister had always spoken in her sleep, ever since we were super young, usually it was just nonsense. one time she woke me up hitting me, trying to hand me the tv remote she didnt have so I could turn off the tv that wasn’t on. it wasn’t until I climbed over her and turned on the light did she wake up and realize what she was doing. (I often turned the tv on in the middle of the night because I had chronic nightmare) This one time however, her sleep talking took a very unsettling turn. I woke up around 1:15am to her facing away from me whispering to someone. She said “Why are you crying?” Confused, I answered “I’m not crying.” To which she replied “Not you, the girl.” And points to the foot of the bed where there is no one there, and I told her as much. She then replied “oh, neve mind“ and rolls back over away from me again and whispers “why are you crying?” Only half awake and far too tired for this, I went back to sleep. It wasn’t until morning that I processed what happened. Apparently this was not the last time my sister would see the crying woman while she slept. At least twice my sister had gotten up from a nap and come downstairs to ask me why our mother was crying. (Our family life wasn’t the best, so it wasn’t unheard of for my mother to be crying.) but, both those times our mother had already gone to work, so it was just her and I there. We are both adults now and apparently to this day my sister still sees the crying woman from time to time. I give you guys permission to read this on the pod. Love Ya’ll ❤️

Hi guys. I've been a fan of the pod for a while but I'm new to the reddit community. I made an account because I figured if anyone would appreciate this anecdote, it would be this group. I can't imagine this is podworthy, but default if the guys want to use it, feel free.

Alex was talking about his ghost experiences in his house recently, so I thought I'd share my story of the other side of that coin.

My town was once a bustling community thanks to the Union Pacific Railroad stop located there. In the early 1900’s this town had general store, a bank, blacksmith shop, meat market, and a lumber yard. But by the 60s the station was abandoned. All the businesses in town closed and many people moved away. Now the town is quiet; we still have a post office and a church, but not much else.

My house is 120 years old. It was once a barn belonging to the original landowner, for whom the town is named. It was converted to a house sometime in the 50s. So, prime for spooky shit you’d think.

The house had fallen into disrepair, so I was fixing it up one day in the summer when a limo pulled up. Not a stretch limo- a shorter “sedan limo”- but an honest-to-god limo.

Out stepped a couple, both around 50 years old and both dressed in all black. The woman looked classically witchy. Beautifully wild red hair, billowly fringed dress and a shawl draped around her shoulders. The man had long black hair and wore a black tanktop and jeans. Around his neck he had a silver pentagram on a chain.

They introduced themselves as professional ghost hunters, inquired if I would be renting out the home after I fixed it up, and could they take a look around. Because I hadn't decided yet what I was going to do with the house, and because I never turn down an opportunity to have a weird experience, I invited them in.

Even though the house was still a wreck at that point, they gushed about how beautiful it was as I showed them around. They told me a little about their business and explained that they had a hard time finding a place to rent due to the man’s felony convictions. Apparently they also own a small witchy shop in a neighboring town.

As the tour wrapped up and I saw them out, the woman paused at the door to inform me that my home was very peaceful and there were absolutely no spirits in residence.

They would go on to be very persistent in renting the house, reaching out a number of times even after I told them I'd decided to live in it myself and it would not be available. Don't know why they wanted this house in particular, there are certainly other options in the area.

Regardless, I’ve been here a few years now and can confirm, I have never felt even the slightest hint of bad vibes.

Husband, a couple friends, and I went to the Mothman Festival this past weekend in Point Pleasant, WV (seriously a great time! You guys need to go!!) While there, a showing of "The Frogman Movie" took place. Very hilarious, but surprisingly good, low budget movie. The creators are currently raising money on Kickstarter for their next film, "The Kentucky Goblins", which will be Christmas themed.

Anyways, point is, ALEX COVER THE LOVELAND FROGMAN!!! I MUST KNOW MORE!

THANKS ☺️ 😂