Hello and welcome to mini episode 18 of Real Life Go Stories.

How you do? We have got two listener stories for you today. But first we need to do a bit of a recap.

So in episode 47 of the podcast, the girl who wasn't my sister,

Michaela wrote in a series of stories. So she wrote in about a dog in her basement. She wrote

in about a revolutionary war ghost. And she wrote in about seeing a girl who wasn't her sister.

Do you remember that? I was trying to forget it, but I do remember it. But now it's been no

brought clambring back into your brain. So Michaela sent us an update. Okay. Are you ready? No,

I'm definitely not ready. I remember what the last lot was about. I want to start with saying

that I was so excited to hear you read my stories. It feels so good to share it and have people

not think I'm crazy. As I said in my last email, I've more stories to share. Before I share them,

I want to give some information on my old house that I didn't think of at the time, but might answer

some questions. I think these next stories will also answer some questions too. To begin, the house

was on a hill called Whitmore Hill. The story goes that long ago in our town, a woman from the

Whitmore family was accused of being a witch and was murdered and buried with no graves somewhere

on the hill. I never felt anything evil in that house, just sad and creepy. The large dog had

also been spotted turning into the shadow man with the hat by my mother and sister. In the same

moment, my father and I only saw the dog. Maybe they were the same thing or maybe they were companions.

Maybe there are other people who have seen a large dog alongside the shadow man with the hat.

Like I said in my last email, I grew up in a crappy household. After my mom left and we moved to

our new place, I began dating someone a year older than me who became abusive. I will call this

person David. During this time in my life, I was dating David and was taking care of my father,

as he went years being sober with some slip ups in between. That is a lot on one person,

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