Real ghost stories from real people.

This is Into the Paranormal with Tony Bruske.

It was a quiet town, the kind of place where the past lingers in the cracks of old brickwork and the creek of weathered floorboards.

When Cassandra moved into the aging home on the edge of Pine Hollow, they were looking for a

fresh start, a chance to build something new. What they found instead was a presence, a force that

seemed to grow stronger with every passing night. It began subtly, drafts where no windows were

open, shadows that danced just beyond the edge of sight.

But soon the house revealed its true nature. A child's voice whispered from the darkness,

pleading for help, while warnings from an old neighbor painted an even darker picture.

What was it about this house that kept drawing the living and the dead back to its walls?

The line between reality and fear began to blur as the boy's cryptic messages hinted at something

far more sinister lurking in the shadows. Could the boy be trusted, or was he just another piece of

the puzzle, one that when solved might reveal something

far more chilling let's get to the letter they write dear tony i'm i'm not the kind of person

who believes in ghosts or at least i wasn't before i moved into the house it was an old two--story Victorian on the edge of town, nestled among

thick oaks and a crumbling stone fence. The kind of place that felt timeless, but also like it had

been waiting too long for someone to care for it again, I thought I could be that person.

The first few weeks passed without much incident.

Sure, the house had its quirks.

The floors groaned as if they were adjusting to my footsteps,

and there was a slight chill that lingered in certain rooms,

even when the heat was on.

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