Midnight has passed, and in the stillness of these hours, the hauntings are never silent.

This is Real Ghost Stories Online.

After midnight.

Some stories don't begin with a single moment.

They don't start with a scream, or a shadow, or a thing glimpsed in the corner of the eye.

Some stories begin with a long, quiet hum in the background of someone's life, something subtle,

something constant, something that waits. For her, the haunting hadn't been a chapter.

It was the atmosphere she'd breathed since childhood, as natural to her as family,

as sleep, as memory, a strange inheritance that belonged only to her, even though others in her

bloodline shared the gift or the curse. It had always been hard to tell the difference.

Now 24, she could trace the path of her life by the spirit she'd seen along the way.

She didn't exaggerate or embellish.

She never needed to.

The truth was unnerving enough on its own.

She heard them.

She felt them.

And she saw them in full detail, clothing, posture, height, every part of a body

except the one feature that would have made them human.

The face was always blurred, always absent, as if whatever stood in front of her didn't want

to be recognized or wasn't allowed to be.

From the time she was five or six, she knew her world was different from the

world other children lived in. Most kids feared the dark because they imagined monsters in it.

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