Real ghost stories from real people.

This is Into the Paranormal with Tony Bruske.

Some stories find their way into your life like whispers on the wind,

faint yet persistent and impossible to ignore.

This one begins with a young boy in a modern, well-lit church,

an environment as far removed

from superstition as you can imagine. Yet it was there in the middle of a congregation deep in prayer

that he first saw it, a robed figure silent and still standing at the altar. A monk in a

building with no history of such figures. As the years past, the boy grew into a man,

an architect, with a sharp, rational mind, but the shadows from his childhood followed him,

manifesting in quiet ways, objects moving, unseen footsteps, and presences that couldn't be explained.

Mark, our storyteller tonight, never sought the paranormal it seemed to seek him,

brushing the edges of his life with whispers of things unseen.

What would you do if the line between what you can see and what you can feel began to blur?

Is Mark's story one of imagination, or is he one of the rare

few who can see beyond the veil? Let's get to the letter. They write, I never imagined I'd be

writing to you about something like this. My life has always been practical, grounded. As an architect,

my days are filled with measurements,

blueprints, and precision. Yet for as long as I can remember, the unexplainable has

shadowed my steps, sometimes playful, sometimes unsettling, but always there. It started

when I was a child around eight years old. My parents and I attended a modern Methodist church every Sunday. Nothing about the place was ominous, no gothic spires, no ancient stone steeped in history. It was carpeted, brightly lit, welcoming. Yet one morning during prayer, I saw something that made me question everything everyone had their heads bowed their eyes closed murmuring softly but as i sat there i happened to glance up toward the altar

that's when i saw him a monk dressed in a simple robe standing motionless he wasn't part of the congregation and his presence felt

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