Hello and welcome to mini episode 68 of Real Life Goes Stories.

We've got four gorgeous listener stories for you today and the last story on today's

episode is from June 22nd 2020. Are you ready? No.

Story number one comes from Lucy. When I was 13 my family moved house. It wasn't an old building.

It was only 20 odd years old but built on the old ground of Henshel Hall.

From the very first moment I stepped into the house something felt odd. Right from the start small

things began to happen. I'm now 23 and I try to push most of the paranormal activity out of my

mind but there is one thing that I will never forget that has terrified me ever since.

Within the first week of moving in I would hear heavy footsteps in the loft pacing up and down.

Things would move and disappear and reappear at a later date. Once my mom had washed her favorite

day summertime dress and put it in her ironing pile ready to iron. When she got around to it the

dress was missing and it went missing for three weeks. She blamed me and my brother for hiding it

which of course we hadn't and it finally turned up in a spare set of drawers which was empty and

rarely used. The ghost liked to play games with us. As I was only 13 and scared I decided I would

give the ghost a ridiculous name. I was home alone and the washing machine which wasn't running

was shaking. Quickly the only thing I could think of to shout was guttrued stop.

Although the presence I felt was male this was the only way I felt I could cope with what was

happening and immediately after shouting this the washing machine stopped. It was the summer holidays.

I just finished my GCSEs so I'd been off school for a while. My dad was working away and my

brother was at a sleepover with his friends so it was just me and my mom in the house. It was about

1 a.m. and my mom was asleep. I got up from being on my phone and went to turn the bedroom light off

when I felt a small finger run down the bottom of my back. I panicked. However I'd been trying not

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