Hello and welcome to my episode 132 Real Life Ghost Stories, and I have four spooky stories

for you today and the last story comes from June 15th 2021 and story number one comes from Elizabeth.

My grandmother grew up in an extremely small town outside of Napa Valley. There's an intersection,

a fire station, and her family's property, and that's it. When I was about 13, my mom,

myself, and two of my cousins spent a few days there with my grandmother's brother and his family.

We were all put up in his son's bungalow, which was this long one story building, and looked like it

had been built around 1902. The son's room was at one end, and we were situated at the opposite end.

Us kids were set up in the sunroom, which was really just a closed-off porch, while my mom got one

of the bedrooms down the hall. Our first night there, my cousins and I decided to stay up late

playing games. Everyone else had been asleep for ages, and it was well after dark. We were all seated

on the floor around a low table playing cards, when we heard scratching from under the floor.

It was situated in the top left corner of the room. We paused for a second, and almost immediately

went back to playing, because we were in the country, surrounded by so much nothing, and

figured it had been an animal. But the scratching continued, and it was oddly repetitive,

not exactly what you'd think an animal randomly moving around or knowing would make.

It would give three distinctive scratches, and then it would stop for about six or seven seconds

and repeat. I was starting to get a bit freaked out, but I was the eldest and felt it was my

responsibility to look out for my younger cousins and make them feel safe. They looked nervous,

but I made myself appear as calm as possible, and tried to distract them by changing up the game

we were playing. But the scratching kept going, never moving from its spot, never changing its rhythm.

My heart was racing and I started to feel genuinely scared. I could tell by my cousins' faces

that they were really uncomfortable too. We stopped laughing and stopped playing, and we're just

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