Real ghost stories from real people.

This is Into the Paranormal with Tony Bruske.

There are houses that feel wrong the moment you walk in, not because of what you see, but because of what you sense.

The air presses differently, the shadows stretch longer, and in certain homes, someone or something never quite

leaves. This story comes from one of America's oldest mill towns, where a childhood home built in the

age of brick and steam has stood silent witness to generations of secrets. But within its walls, something lingers, something watching, waiting.

One spirit clings to the basement, giggling like a child, playing, hide and seek.

Another stairs from the upstairs doorway visible only to women, never crossing the threshold, but always there.

As the years passed, a pattern emerged.

Visitors came and went, some felt chills, others heard whispers, but one detail remained constant.

The little girl never ventured upstairs, and the man never came down.

Is this a haunting shaped by memory and trauma, or is the house itself holding something back?

Tonight, we hear from someone who still lives inside that home.

He says the sounds, the visions, the dread have never truly stopped. And what's worse, they may not be

alone. Let's get to the letter. They write, hey, Tony, I've been listening for a while and I finally

decided to write in. I live in Woonsock at Rhode Island, a city with cracked cobblestone and too

many stories no one wants to tell. This house I live in Woonsock at Rhode Island, a city with cracked cobblestone and too many stories no one wants to tell.

This house I live in?

It's been in the family for years.

It creaks and groans like it's alive, like it remembers.

And maybe it does.

Right now it's just me and my brother Nick here, but when we were kids, it was a full house.

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