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The Hello and welcome to me in the episode number 451 of real life ghost stories.

And I have one spooky story for you today and it's from February the 19th, 2025.

And our story today comes from Sarah.

When I was 11, my family moved into a new townhouse in Doyle's town, Pennsylvania. We were struggling to move out of Philadelphia at the time, as everything

was so expensive. One day my mom and I were driving home from a doctor's appointment when we decided

to explore

some neighbourhoods and saw a four-rent sign on one of the houses. We knocked and the woman who lived

there surprisingly let us in to tour the place right on the spot. We absolutely loved it and called my

dad to tell him that we think we found a place. We moved in a few months

later and I was absolutely thrilled that my sister and I had our own bathroom and that the

whole basement was our playroom. At first things were great. New house, new school, new friends,

I was living the dream.

Till I started to notice that at night, my dog was having some sort of episode in her sleep that would wake me up.

I would feel the bed shaking and would pet her to calm her down and it would stop.

This happened for months and the vet said everything was fine

and was not sure what was going on.

Maybe anxiety? Well, here's the thing. No, it wasn't anxiety. Actually, it wasn't even my

fucking dog. I woke up to the shaking one night and went to reach for her, but she wasn't there.

She wasn't even in my room.

I hauled ass out of there and ran downstairs when I noticed the lights on.

My dog was cuddled on the couch with my mom and I freaked out explaining what happened.

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