Hello and welcome to many episodes 72 of Real Life Cool Stories.

How you do?

I have four lovely stories for you today and the last story comes from the 4th of July 2020.

Are you ready? Nope.

And story number one comes from Francesca.

I had a series of unexplainable experiences starting in August of 2015, when my husband and

I drove to Boston from upstate New York to catch a faith no more concert.

The show was phenomenal and we enjoyed a very upbeat and memorable night.

The next day we decided to drive through Salem, Massachusetts, before making our way back

home.

Neither of us had ever been to Salem and we were both always fascinated by spooky things.

We only planned to stop for an hour or so before getting back on the road and landed

at the old burying point cemetery, which I believed to be the oldest cemetery in Salem.

Some of the magistrates from the witch trials are buried there.

The cemetery also sits next to the memorial for those who were hanged or pressed during

the trials.

Alex and I knew very little about Salem's history at the time, so we were soaking it in as

we read the memorial plaques and meandered through the beautiful old tiny headstones.

It was hard to feel spooked on such a warm sunny day milling around with the other tourists.

But then, out of the clear blue, it felt as though my bare back was lashed with a cat

of nine tails whip made from stinging metals.

I yelled to my husband to get it off me as I made one hell of a scene on a bright sunny

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