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Lauren Manriki, Spooky Lucy, Jennifer Shaco, Jacob Hughes, Michiko, Pine Flying High, and Daniel.

Thank you so much for subscribing to the Patreon. It is so appreciated and I'm thankful for

you every single day and I have four spooky stories for you today and the last story is from

the 11th of September 2020 and story number one comes from Tim. I live in the small town of

Columbia, Pennsylvania in the United States, in between Lancaster and York counties. My town has

a history of civil war events such as the burning of the Columbia and Ritesville bridge to stop the

Confederate soldiers from coming further east. Runaway and escaped slaves found asylum with people

all over with secrecy. They called this hiding of the slaves the underground railroad.

People helped them traveling secretly to stay free. Since I was young up until about a year ago,

I've had strange events that I cannot explain. I cannot blame just the town that I live in and

the history. I do not know why strange events have happened to me but I do think that I've

experienced paranormal events. I cannot explain why. I just accept it. I accept that we do not know

of ghosts, demons, the afterlife, etc. are real but I do believe in them. To be clear, during each

event I was sober, I would not blame these events on mental illness. I just think there are forces

that we do not see. As a child at four years of age, I lived with my parents and my newborn brother

who was one years old at the time. On the second floor you had to go through my parents room to

enter the room my brother and I shared. The room had two street facing windows. My brother's crib

was against the back wall and my bed was at the front near the window. I would wake up at night

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