Hello and welcome to mini episode 292 of Real Life Gold Stories.

I have three spooky stories for you today and the last story comes from the 10th of April 2023 and story number one comes from Anonymous.

I lived in my childhood home for the majority of my life, around 25 years.

And over this time everyone who lived in the house experienced some sort of paranormal activity in some way shape or form.

When my parents bought the bungalow it was an abandoned wreck that was surrounded by trees.

It wasn't in a secluded area as such as we had neighbors but it wasn't somewhere where you felt overlooked by anyone due to the high conifers that towered over the bungalow.

The house needed a good thing as the previous owner passed away and the family didn't keep up the property.

My mom and dad used to tell me that there wasn't much left to the house but what they could make out it was decorated in a Spanish theme, bearing in mind that we live in Wales.

The house name was originally tormental which translated from Spanish to English means torment, after a good start here.

But my mom and dad soon changed that to something less terrifying.

We had found out that the original owner had died in the house and old lady Mrs. Jones and she had sadly not been found until a few weeks after her death.

When we finally moved into the property her son who lived next door wasn't happy that we had moved into his childhood home and would aggressively shout, I hope she haunts you forever!

And we all believed that Mrs. Jones and others certainly did haunt us.

My mom says that she will always remember the first time she felt uneasy being in the house.

I was only young and had been playing in my room when I became really upset.

When my mom asked me what was wrong I told her, please can you tell the man in my room to stop painting it blue, I don't want it blue and he won't listen.

My mom said she was terrified as there was no one else in the house with us and all decorating had been completed before moving in.

The reason why my mom was so terrified is that when they were renovating the house, my room, what they could see of it, was painted blue.

My mom said she grabbed me and got out of the house ASAP.

When I was older I started experiencing more things.

Once I came home from school and let myself in as my mom and dad were still at work.

I let the dog out and then walked to my room to get changed and the dog followed me as usual.

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