Real ghost stories from real people.

This is Into the Paranormal with Tony Bruske.

Some stories stay with us, not because of what they prove, but because of what they refuse to explain.

Tonight's letter comes from a woman who once believed that ghost stories were simply relics of old Caribbean folklore.

That was until something or someone appeared at her window in the dead of night.

And when her grandmother handed her an old photograph the next morning, the truth came crashing down.

What if the dead don't always stay buried?

What if some watch, silently, waiting? Raised in a

close-knit Jamaican home steeped in tradition, our writer shares a tale that begins with

oppressive heat, restless sleep, and a face at the window she will never forget. It was not a

dream, it was not a shadow. It was a man, stern, composed,

and deeply out of place. His presence wasn't fleeting. It lingered, and it looked right at her.

She tries to dismiss it, chalk it up to exhaustion or maybe an overactive imagination.

But then the photograph surfaces, and with it a name, Jack.

A man long dead buried just uphill from her childhood home.

A man she never met, but somehow new.

The line between folklore and fact begins to blur.

Was it grief?

Was it fear?

Or was it something else entirely?

Let's get to the letter they write, Tony.

I never believed in spirits, not really.

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