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The Hello and welcome to me in the episode number 462 of real-life ghost stories.

And I have two spooky stories for you today, and the last story comes from June the 25th, 2025.

And story number one comes from Dan. I want to start by saying that I'm a skeptic

when it comes to the paranormal. I love all things spooky and I love hearing ghost stories,

but I always try to find a reasonable explanation on how things might have happened. I'm always

open to the idea that there could be something more to life than what we see,

but I always try to use reason and logic to understand paranormal experiences. However, I have a story

from when I was a child, which I could easily dismiss now as an adult if it wasn't for one

chilling detail, which I'll get to later on in the story.

When I was young, maybe about seven or eight years old, I used to get visited at night by the yellow

man. This was a figure fully resembling an adult man, except he was completely yellow.

No features at all, no eyes or nose or mouth or ears. Just a man who was

entirely yellow, a kind of dusty yellow with a faint glow coming from him. There were multiple occasions

when I would wake up in the night and he would be standing at the foot of my bed staring down at me through eyes that weren't there, just watching me sleep. I would lay frozen

in bed whilst he just stood there and watched and he would eventually just walk out of the room.

He never just vanished into thin air. He would always leave the room through my bedroom door,

and I would then hear his footsteps creep off down the hallway. I would lay there shaking until I was

sure that he was gone and not waiting outside my room for me, then run through to my parents' room

crying my eyes out. My dad just dismissed it as a child seeing things,

but my mum, who is a firm believer in ghosts, always believed me and would cuddle me in and let

me sleep in their room until morning. It wasn't every night that this happened, maybe every few

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