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

There are stories that slip beneath your skin, leaving a chill that lingers long after the lights go out.

Tonight's tale is one of those. It begins in the quiet, unassuming corners of suburban childhood,

where a playful experiment in witchcraft cracked open a door that was never meant to be touched,

a door that welcomed something into the life of a young child, a presence that would remain for

decades. At first, the signs were subtle, fleeting shadows in the hallway, unexplained whispers

in the dead of night, but as time passed, this presence became more than an observer.

It became intimate, entwining itself into the very fabric of our protagonist's life.

It offered protection in moments of danger,

but demanded something in return, something far more unsettling than the comfort it seemed to provide.

What would you do if you felt an invisible hand guiding you, holding you, even touching you with

no way to fight back? Could you dismiss it as imagination?

Or would you begin to question everything you thought you knew about reality? About yourself?

Tonight we dive into a story that blurs the line between fear and addiction, protection,

and possession.

A story of an unseen companion whose intentions remain terrifyingly unclear.

Let's get to the letter.

They write, Dear Tony, I've debated for years whether to share this story.

At times it feels too absurd to put into words, but this thing, whatever it is, has been with me for so long that I don't know where I end and it begins. I'm not asking for judgment or disbelief. I just

need someone to hear me. Starting when I was eight years old. I lived in a modest house,

on a quiet street, the kind where nothing exciting

ever happened. My cousin, who was a few years older, loved to dabble in the unusual. She had this

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