Real ghost stories from real people. This is Into the Paranormal with Tony Bruske.

There's something about the walk home at night, the silence, the way the street lights pool into perfect circles of light, while the spaces between them seem to stretch into endless voids. It's the kind of silence that makes you aware of every sound your own footsteps make,

and every sound that doesn't belong to you.

Some stories creep up on you slowly, like a shadow growing longer at dusk,

others strike fast, a sharp cold hand on the back of your neck,

what you're about to hear. It's a little of both. It started with a gift, the ability to sense

what others couldn't. But gifts like that, they're not always a blessing. Sometimes they're an

invitation. This story isn't about a haunted house, a cursed object, or a long-buried secret.

It's about the kind of thing that waits outside in the spaces we pass through every day,

the spaces we never think twice about until they remind us they were never empty.

And when you realize something's there, staring back,

the only question left is,

do you stand your ground or do you run?

Let's get to the letter.

They write, Tony, I need to tell you this story because,

honestly, I'm tired of carrying it around by myself.

I've told a few people, friends, family,

but every time I try, they either laugh it off or look at me like I need help.

I guess that's why I'm writing to you.

You've heard it all, and I have this feeling you won't just brush it off.

So here's the truth.

My name's Danny. I'm 18.

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