Hello and welcome to mini episode 46 of Real Life Goat Story.

We've got some gorgeous listener tales for you today.

Story number one that comes from Elizabeth.

At the age of 12 my aunt, you know the not-blood relative but you grew up around kind

of aunt, passed away, and my parents decided to buy her house so we moved.

It was only two blocks away from my old house.

We as in my family would go over to my aunt's house often.

My aunt was in her seventies and lived alone.

When I would stay the night with my aunt when she was alive, I would stay in what would

be my bedroom when we moved.

At night I would hear the toilet flush in the demon bathroom and the lights turn on and

off for no reason.

I truly mean it when I say it was a demon bathroom.

My room had sliding closet doors.

I could not sleep unless those doors were closed because I would feel as if someone was watching

me.

Every time I stayed the night, those damn doors would be slightly open in the morning.

When we moved in I had the same bedroom and had to share the demon bathroom with my brother.

The same freaking closet doors would slide open almost nightly and the bathroom door would

be just slightly opened in the morning.

I had to convince myself this was my brother playing pranks on me or I would lose my shit.

The first time I felt something, I was awoken to my day bed.

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