Real ghost stories from real people.

This is Into the Paranormal with Tony Brucey.

They say some houses remember, etched not in stone but in silence, in shadows,

in the things we try to explain away when no one's around to hear us.

What if the past didn't just linger?

It followed you from room to room,

rearranged your belongings,

touched you in the dark,

and asked for nothing but your attention?

Tonight we hear from someone who never believed in ghosts,

until the day she became convinced her house wasn't just haunted. It was inhabited.

When she and her mother moved into their quiet new home, they thought the creeks and moans of the

old wooden floors were nothing more than age. But then the book started moving. The teacups

weren't where they were left, and the feeling of being watched grew heavier

each night.

This story isn't about blood on the walls or slamming doors.

It's about something quieter, something that watches, that remembers, that waits.

Our narrator came face to face with what she thought was a trespasser in her kitchen

until she was shown a photo of a man who'd been dead for years,

a man who had once lived in her home, a man she knows she saw.

Let's get to the letter.

They write, Tony.

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