Real ghost stories from real people.

This is Into the Paranormal with Tony Bruske.

In the quiet of the night, there's a moment that can change everything.

When the veil between the familiar and the unknown grows thin,

and what you thought you knew about your surroundings is called into question.

For our listener today, that moment came in the form of footsteps in the dark, a door that slammed

without explanation, and a voice that demanded entry when no one was there.

But what happens when these experiences don't come from a bad dream, but from something

real? Something that stays with

you long after the night has passed.

The unsettling truth is, we can never be entirely sure what we're hearing or feeling.

Sometimes it feels like we're being watched, but who is doing the watching?

What's the line between fear and perception?

This is the story of one person's experience with a house that seemed to hold more than just

memories, a house where the unseen lurked in the corners of the mundane.

Let's get to the letter they write.

I'm in my early 20s now, but I still remember everything from that time so clearly.

I live in a house in North London with my sister and dad,

and I guess it's important to say that back then my mom and brother lived there too.

We had been there a couple of years already, and for the most part, it was like any other house.

Nothing spooky had happened during those first years.

It wasn't anything grand or historic, just an ordinary house with the usual quirks of an older home.

...