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And now, presenting, rattled and shook. And so And the Hello and welcome to Radaldon Shook's summer mini series, Bedtime Stories.

I'm your host Meredith, and today I'm going to read you a listener-submitted true

spooky story. I'm pretty excited about this one. So get comfy and let's cue the vibes.

Okay, here we go.

In the summer of 2016, my husband and I started the daunting task of house hunting.

We knew that we wanted a house that still had some of that notable 60s charm and had not been completely renovated.

Our real estate agent, Annette, showed us several homes that fit the bill in the Hershey area, but none of them felt quite right.

Then a new home came on the market.

Built in 1965, it was perfect.

All the retro goodness intact, as if the owners had just left for vacation one day.

Their car was even still parked safely in the garage.

Annette mentioned that the previous owners had passed away without family to leave the home to,

and that their estate wanted to tie the loose ends up quickly.

Great. We arrived to view the home on a sunny June day and were greeted immediately

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