The Oh, Hello and I have three spooky stories for you today and the last story comes from the 29th of September

2023 and story number one comes from Scott. This is a story that spans my

entire life. When I was little we lived in a small house in Columbus, Ohio. When I was

very little I was given a stuffed orangutan and I loved him until he started moving. I can vividly remember waking up and seeing him moving around my room.

In the beginning he would freeze and fall over toy story style. As time progressed I started

waking up to find him standing at the foot of my bed. I would stare at him until I

decided to hide under the blanket and hope for the best.

This continued a few times a week for years.

Then something changed.

I started waking up to my bed shaking only to look down and see Ollie shaking my bed while emitting

awful heavy wet panting noises. I would scream which would wake my mother who would rush in to find me crying and

Ali on the floor. My mother always believed me when I told her what was happening,

however my father did not. I wanted to throw Ollie away but my

father wouldn't let us. He was a deeply religious man who did not believe in the paranormal.

After years of waking up to Ollie shaking my bed a few times a week, I asked my grandmother if she would keep him for me.

She was more than happy to hold on to him for me and kept him in a chair in the corner of her living room.

She had him less than a year before she asked my father to take Ollie back.

I later found out that she told my parents that she would see him move out of the

corner of her eye or she would walk through the living room and see him in the chair

only to come back a short time later and find that he had moved on the

couch or in front of the TV. Soon after Ollie came back home with us, he began shaking my bed again.

Fast forward to when I was probably 10, and Ollie would still move around and make that awful

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