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The Hello and welcome to mini episode number 460 of real live ghost stories.

And I have two spooky stories for you today and the last story comes from the 13th of April

2025.

And story number one comes from Maya.

I feel that maybe I should say a trigger warning for suicide and abuse. From a young age I always knew about the paranormal but I never really started to experience anything odd

until I got into my teenage years. I lived in a small town in Northern England and our town was founded in the industrial period.

The house I lived in as a child was reasonably new.

I still don't know anything really about the land, but I was always open to the paranormal.

I grew up a Christian, not a strict one where the paranormal wasn't

allowed to be talked about, but we still went to church every Sunday. My father and I began to fall out

when I was around the age of 12 or 13. One morning, he woke me up for school and at the end of my bed,

I saw, for only a second, a Victorian boy standing at the edge of my bed I saw for only a second a Victorian boy standing at the edge of my

bed and I know this can be explained away with I was only just waking up but it freaked me the

fuck out I can describe him exactly he looked around nine to 11 years old he was entirely silver

and white and semi-transparent. He was wearing a sort of

ruffle around his neck. I don't know how, but I could tell that he had black hair. I rubbed my eyes and

he was gone. About a year later, I had a dream where this woman was trying to kidnap me. It got to the

point where I knew I was

dreaming but I still couldn't wake up. That's when I saw him, the boy. He was telling me to follow

him in the dream and he walked me all the way back up to my house and bedroom and that's when I woke

up. Fast forward another year. By this time I was about 14. I was home

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