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The Hello and welcome to mini episode number 402 of real life ghost stories.

And I have three spooky stories for you today.

And the last story comes from October the 8th, 2024.

And story number one comes from Treza. I've had a lifetime of paranormal

experiences, starting when I was first verbal and launched into my creepy kid era. My mom reports

I witnessed things in our 1920's house, and I was also able to accurately predict who was about to call

on our 1970s rotary phone before it rang. I don't remember those episodes, but I still firmly

swear something possibly elemental and definitely not friendly, lurked in our terrifying basement.

You know the kind where the only light bulb is in the centre of the room with a chain and as a kid, you have to run through the darkness and leap to grab it

and illuminate the room, knowing all along something is about to grab your ankles. I'm 49, and I still have nightmares about that basement.

While I've had a host of experiences throughout my life, I'll highlight too that I typically

haul out during conversations with friends when things turn towards spooky topics.

The first happened in my early 20s, when I was out with several friends shopping in

southeast Portland in a rather old part of town. We had popped into a popular shop on Hawthorne Street

that sold antiques, jewelry and a lot of imported items from around the world, especially Asia.

The top floor was bright and sunny and lit with big windows,

but wide steps led down into the basement of the shop,

where the larger furniture pieces are kept.

The place gave me major vibes as soon as I walked downstairs,

but at first I attributed it to being in a

windowless basement that was absolutely crammed with cabinets and tables and statues. It was

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