Hello and welcome to mini episode 205 of Real Life Gold Stories.

Now before we get into today's episode, I just want to let you guys know that I have changed hosting provider for the podcast, which means that I'm no longer hosted by a cast but I'm hosted by Red Circle.

The ins and outs of it aren't really relevant to this, but what is relevant is that there might be some little hiccups and glitches along the way.

I'm hoping there won't be, and this is the first time that I'm going to be uploading to this new platform.

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Thank you so much. Let's get cracking with the episode. I have three spooky stories for you today. And the last story comes from the 11th of September 2022. And story number one comes from Anonymous.

I'm from Lexington, Kentucky and I finally made it up to Louisville with some friends last night to visit Waverly Hills. I'm definitely a believer in the paranormal, but I've always been skeptical about things like this because it sometimes feels like a tourist trap. And not like anything is actually happening.

I went in open to whatever, not scared and not expecting to experience anything. I also didn't want to be that person who was over exaggerating or getting a placebo effect from anyone else being scared.

But most of the things that happened to me were individual. The tour started out pretty ordinary and it was just cool to hear the stories and history.

I was mostly in the back with my group of friends during the tour and didn't get the PBGBs or anything with my back facing the long dark hallways behind me.

Then we went up to the 5th floor. This is the floor where the nurse hanged herself. Another nurse jumped off the building. And I believe it's where the kids were or played most of the day.

When you go up there you are in the main room with the elevator and then there are other rooms off to the sides and to the back, including room 502.

If you are facing the elevator my friends and I were on the right side with room 502 behind us and I was standing in the doorway of a large wreck room of sorts.

There was a blue rubber ball on the floor in the corner directly in front of me. It was moving.

I looked at my friend who was also watching the ball while the tour guide was going on about something I didn't catch.

She also confirmed that the ball was moving. It was going side to side and would randomly switch directions from forwards to backwards.

It was like a kid was sitting on the ground rolling the ball, taunting us to get it or to play with them.

There was a draft in the room but there was no door to the outside. The door was on the complete opposite side of the large room and it didn't seem like the wind was strong enough to move the ball.

Or that it even was in the direction of the way the ball was moving.

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