This is Real Ghost Stories Online.

When you grow up in a haunted house,

you get uncontrollably, essentially, indoctrinated into a special club.

A special club of people who grow up understanding, knowing, and fully accepting, and believing

in the paranormal.

There's no if, answer, buts about it.

There's no, is this real?

It's as real as the air we breathe.

They are out there.

They are haunting.

We may not know why they're there or what they want, but we know what we've experienced.

In our next story, we hear the story of a woman recalling her childhood, growing up in a haunted home.

The many things her family endures.

And the things her parents still endure to this day.

In a house that they somewhat happily call home.

Take a listen.

We moved from Illinois to Louisville, Texas in August of 1995. I was just turning six years old. The house was built in 1970, and there was only one family that lived there before we moved in. My little sister and I shared a bunk bed,

and my brother had a bed across the bedroom we shared. I remember when I was about seven or

eight years old, everyone was asleep, and I was randomly woken up with a strange gut feeling.

I looked in the corner of the room near the bedroom door and there stood a figure of a tall, thin man.

Now, I knew it was not my dad. My dad is short and was chunky at the time. I don't remember being scared because I was not too sure what I was seeing. I fell back

asleep and did not speak about it to anybody. My little sister, Stephanie, was lying on the couch

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