Paranormal Nightmare

Things didn't really progress here

until my husband passed away.

Last night, it was in my bedroom.

I was laying on my back

and it was right over top of me.

That the only time you can touch somebody,

is when they're sleeping?

When they're at their weakest?

It was right in my face.

Are you in this room with us right now?

Whoa.

I get yelled at constantly.

Whoa, did you hear that? - That was really loud.

Shh.

Whatever it is, it's huge,

because it lays across my whole body

and covers my face and then it'll yell at me

and wake me up.

Lot of banging, music, talking.

I've been touched.

Can you go in there and crawl in bed with Donna?

Holy. - Just moved.

It sat down right next to her.

Something's in bed with her

and she has no that it's in bed with her.

My name is Josh Fourman

and these are my brothers, Rocky and Shaun.

As children, the three of us experienced

a very dark and evil haunting.

We have now set off on a journey across the country

helping families trapped in their own nightmare,

filming and documenting some of the most shocking

paranormal footage.

Do it again for us right now.

Go, go, go. - It's right there.

That door slammed wide open.

You know who we are, you know what we do.

It all ends tonight.

Manifest yourself so we can see you.

This is "Paranormal Nightmare."

My brothers and I were recently contacted

by Donna Garwood from West Milton, Ohio.

Although Donna is an experienced paranormal investigator,

she has asked my brothers and I

to come in and investigate her home,

not only to help validate her experiences

inside her house, but to also help document

any audio or video evidence.

Josh, nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you, Josh.

Two little dogs, they won't bite much.

I've lived here 25 years.

Things didn't really progress here

until my husband passed away.

He passed away right there in that corner

and he passed away in his chair there.

Have you ever sensed him here?

Yeah. - Keeping up track of you.

I smell him all the time.

I smell his cigarette smoke, 'cause he's a smoker.

Yeah.

And his favorite song was "Pour Some Sugar on Me."

This week, I've heard it five times.

Yeah, he's always there.

I always smell his cigarette smoke.

My experiences mostly are in my bedroom.

I've got a black mass that likes to get in my face

and get in my ear and yell my name.

Last night, it was in my bedroom.

I was laying on my back and it was right over top of me.

I wasn't in paralysis or nothing,

I just opened my eyes to look and it was right in my face.

And it just yelled, "Donna!"

I yelled and told it to get out of my house,

you weren't welcome if you couldn't show me

what I'm supposed to do, get out.

And I had my window open and I woke up

and that's where I was standing.

I've had people on my bed.

I've experienced people walking across my bed.

I've seen people at the foot of my bed.

I see a shadow walk through here quite often

and goes downstairs to my basement.

That's the main thing, is just being yelled at.

I get yelled at constantly.

He'd come to me as a little kid

and yelled at me, I mean, just screamed my name.

That's the biggest thing I have

is people screaming at me for I don't know why.

I don't know if they're passing

or if they're sick or they're in trouble.

But they're all the time right in my face

or right in my ear yelling at me.

And when I get into that deep sleep,

then that's when I relax and they come to me.

I was told that it was a woman but I think it's a man.

Whatever it is, it's huge

because it lays across my whole body

and covers my face and then it'll yell at me and wake me up.

I've been told twice that there is a little girl here

and then I was told, today, that

they thought it was a woman.

And she's after my happy heart.

So you think whatever's here

is just trying to disrupt your life.

Yes.

Yes, trying to aggravate.

I hear music in the basement and my son

recently moved out and I go down there

and see if he snuck in and came in, he wasn't here.

I heard music and talking the other night

and there was no one here but me and my dog.

But all of that in my bedroom is what disturbs me.

A lot of banging, like I said, music, talking.

I've seen people walk across there.

I've been touched.

But I'd turn around and there's no one there.

I hear people talking.

It's mostly in my bedroom.

Kinda hang around and yell my name

and run around my bedroom and,

like I said, that one night, I had my window open

and didn't even realize I'd done it

and was up, standing, yelling at it to get out of my house.

And same thing last night.

I said, you know, "If you can't tell me what you want,

"you're gonna have to leave me alone,

"you're gonna have to go away."

The guy that lived here before me was mentally handicapped.

He was very mean.

There was a refrigerator and he took his fingernails

and scratched it down.

He tore up walls, I mean, he was out there.

So I don't know if maybe it's him

that's coming around and checking things out.

He was in a hospital, mental hospital

for the last few parts of his life

and that's how we ended up with the house

'cause his parents passed and it went to him

and a lawyer had it and we got it from him and the lawyer.

And, like I said, the house was a disaster.

It just scares me 'cause I'm dead asleep.

And that's what scares me the most is that I'm dead asleep.

You know, since we're here, what's kind of your hope

and what do you want for an outcome?

For that thing to be gone in there.

Not be in my face anymore.

What all do you experience when you're laying in bed

and it comes to you?

Are there things leading up to it or?

Like I said, I'm sound asleep.

I've felt people on my bed.

I have felt, a couple of nights,

it felt like somebody ran across my bed.

I don't know what it leads to or what brings it in,

I don't know if I talk in my sleep

and I bring it to me by talking to it.

You're not welcome.

You're not here to help me, so get out of my house.

But that's what it does.

It gets right in my ear or right in my face

and it'll get in my ear and it'll go, "Mom!"

Or it'll go, "Donna!"

And then the other times, I mean, it just yells

and I'll sit straight up in bed.

And in this closet, I've got, it's packed full.

If you open it, you'll see it.

All of the sudden, everything'll just fall out,

my bowls and everything will fall out

and it'll fly clear out into the floor.

The biggest thing is what's in my bedroom.

What scares the crap out of me is in my bedroom.

And when I get done and I'm relaxed and I'm laying there,

there's either somebody yelling in my ear

or somebody floating over the top of me.

Or somebody floating at the end of my bed.

What goes on in there scares the ever-living crap out of me.

Wakes me up and my heart's beating,

I'm broke out in a cold-sweat.

And 'cause it's huge.

I mean, it's covering my whole body

and its face is this big and it's right here in my face.

And it's like I'm laying there and it's just going,

"Okay, she's gonna wake up,"

and I'll wake up and it's there and it'll go, "Donna!"

right in my face and up.

My heart races, I'm sweaty, my palms are sweaty,

my fingers are tingling, my legs tingle, I'm achy all over,

and it's like, okay, you got to get up and wake up

and then I do and, well, it's gone now,

so I lay down and go back to sleep.

And I don't know why it's always in my bedroom.

I don't know if it's because I'm at my weakest point

when I'm silent and quiet and...

Okay, this is where all the action is for me.

I sleep on that side of the bed.

That's the window I always tell him to go out of.

I'm laying on my back and it's laying over top of me

and it's in my face.

And I wake up and it goes, "Donna!"

I get up, I yell at it, and it goes right out that window.