This is exactly right.

What's that at the foot of my bed?

It's spooky and kooky. I'm pretty sure it's dead.

It's coming this way.

Wait a minute.

Hey, I'm ghosted.

By Ross Hernandez.

Eat me, please.

Hey, boo.

It's me, Roz.

And welcome to ghosted by Roz Hernandez, the podcast where I talk to people that I like about the paranormal. I got a real special one for you today. This one today goes out to all the ladies. I am joined by Rachel Scanlan, the hilarious stand-up comedian,

and, oh, you'll just have to listen. Before we get to that, I have a ghost story from a listener.

This one comes from Lacey. Lacey writes, the family farmhouse I grew up in was built

by my great aunt and uncle in 1916. It is a lovely two-story house set out on flat, open farmland

in south central Kansas. There is a stranded, lonely feeling out

there, and it lends itself to an eerie atmosphere I grew up in. I've always had trouble sleeping.

I would have vivid nightmares or lay awake, terrified of shadow figures lurking in the darkness of my room.

One particularly rough night when I was 11 years old, I turned on my closet light to keep my

imagination from seeing nightmarish figures in the shadows. I lay in bed with my eyes closed, drifting in and out of the

hypnagogic state, imagining a small red-eyed demon sitting outside my window throwing rocks at the glass.

I could actually hear something small pinging off the storm windows.

I was terrified and tried to lay as still as possible,

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