This is Real Ghost Stories Online.

As you probably well know, there's a lot of different types of haunting.

There's usually not a one-size-fits-all.

Sometimes you can relate stories.

Sometimes you can say, okay, well, this happened to someone else in a similar way,

and that can be comforting or even kind of lead to some ideas and solutions for specific

situations and cases.

But sometimes it's all over the place.

That kind of happens wherever you go, different points in your life,

wherever it seems to leave and it gets stranger and stranger and stranger.

That's what happens in this next story. Take a listen. Take a listen. I'm I'm I'm The I'm The I'm I'm I'm The I've been meaning to submit this for a while.

I've been listening since about March of last year, and I'm happy for you to contact me for any clarification.

I promise everything I tell you is absolutely true,

with the exception of one story happening to me personally. I'd like to be referred to as Tim. I grew up in the South End, on sea in England, on average, down in our east of London.

My childhood home was vaguely haunted, but nothing too special.

My dad was a skeptic, but my mom had some kind of psychic ability.

I grew up knowing about the paranormal and had no reason to doubt it.

In 1992, I moved into a flat apartment with my now wife, to be known as Jane. In 1998, we moved from there

to a house. The house was relatively new, being built in the mid-70s, and had two or three

occupiers before we moved in. It was built in a former orchard, no buildings or anything there

previously. We knew most of the history of the place, and there was nothing of concern. In fact, the people we bought it from are moving back to the area when we sold. Came to view. Although they didn't put in an offer, we moved in 2002 when my work relocated. The apartment and house were both in South End, although a couple of miles from the town.

Can't remember the chronology of events.

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