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The Hello and welcome to mini episode number 443 of real life ghost stories.

And I have two spooky stories for you today and the last story comes from the 23rd of January

2025. And story number one comes from Page. A few years into my now husband and I's relationship,

we got our first official apartment together with just the two of us. And I use the term

apartment loosely. It was a small, old-shaped building out by the lake in our local area that was

on property that my husband's boss owned. Think very much old cabin

vibes. I was told that it was previously used in the 80s as a place for weekend lake rentals and it

also had a bar on the very end of the building. After he bought the property he had pretty much left it

untouched so you could go into the old bar and see all of the

old beer signs and such. It was honestly kind of cool. He did a little work to the tiny unit that

we were going to rent and then we moved on in, excited to finally have a place of our own without any

roommates. As soon as we moved in, weird things started happening. It started out small, just some

noises from time to time when I would be home alone. And then things got super weird. I would wake

up in the middle of the night and my husband would just be sitting straight up in bed, something

he had never done previously in the years we had been together. One night he sat up super quickly,

and then started opening and closing the drawers on his nightstand extremely fast.

And then after a minute or so laid back down as if nothing had happened.

To say that I was freaked out would be an understatement,

but I just choked it up to maybe be in a form of sleepwalking or something.

Then one night, a year or so after moving in there, I woke up and saw a very tall, thin,

blacker than black figure standing over him on his side of the bed. I feel like my mind wasn't

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