You're listening to a Tenderfoot TV podcast.

And now, presenting Rattled and Shook.

I'm going to be able to be. The Hi, I'm Meredith, and this is Rattled and Shook, a podcast where we tune into scary stories and discuss our deepest darkest fears, but in a fun way.

This is a bedtime stories episode where I'm going to read you a true, scary story sent in by a real person.

You may have noticed that I haven't done a bedtime stories episode in a while, and that's actually on purpose.

Rattled and Shook is almost at its season finale for this installment.

Boo! And not in the good way. But don't worry because instead of dipping out completely,

we're going to be launching a new bedtime stories show on Tuesdays. So you can still get a little

rattled and shaken every week during our summer hiatus.

We'll post more about it before it launches, but yeah, we're adding a little something to the feed.

And there's more surprises with it.

Now, changing gears to today's story.

This next story is a little different because the storyteller who sent this in,

Natalie, thank you Natalie, included chapter titles, which I personally loved. So you already know

this one is going to be a bit of a saga. And it's an interesting saga. Can't wait to get into it.

So without further ado, here we go.

Context and background.

I come from a Jamaican family with a history of paranormal experiences.

My mom has seen ghosts before and my dad had his own encounters while they were living together,

including strange and unexplainable events at his job.

Growing up, I often felt like I was being watched,

or I could sense the energy in homes,

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