Hello and welcome to mini episode 61 of Real Life Ghost Stories.

How you do?

2020 and I have two seriously spooky listener stories for you today. Are you ready?

Nope.

And story number one comes from Theresa.

In 2012, my husband and I bought an old farmhouse at the edge of a small central Minnesota town.

Out the front door was a normal neighbourhood street. Out the back our property swept

down to a wetland that held upon to where swans would nest in the summer.

It was idyllic. Though the house itself was a bit worse for wear with an interior that

hadn't been updated since 1970 and patches of falling plaster from old water damage.

We found out the family that had lived in the house before us were Catholic and had raised

11 children there. Sadly one of their daughters had a hard condition and had passed away as a

teenager. We patched and painted enough to move in and settled in with our two-year-old son

in the old boys room and our four-year-old daughter in the old girls room. We installed a sturdy gate

at the head of the stairs and then started the process of helping our two-year-old go to sleep

in his own bedroom. We had all lived in a one-bedroom apartment prior to this so it was all very new to him.

At night we took everyone in and after an hour of working the two-year-old to sleep my husband and

I would go to the living room to wind down with a grown-up shell. Every few nights our son would

wake up and run down the hallway to stand at the gates sometimes crying. Frankly, as two exhausted

parents we'd stare at each other until one of us gave in to go for round two of bedtime.

As we settled in it became routine to hear the thump of our impossibly heavy two-year-old's footsteps

running down the hallway. One night I drew the short straw and got up to try toking him back in

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