Real ghost stories from real people.

This is Into the Paranormal with Tony Bruske.

It began with an unease, a sensation so subtle you might dismiss it as an overactive imagination.

A child, no more than four, descending into the dim light of a basement basement only to feel the unmistakable weight of unseen eyes.

This is a story of shadows that refuse to fade, of whispers that cling to the edges of silence,

and of a family who thought distance and time could bury the past.

From the stark landscapes of Colorado to the bustling suburbs of California, something has followed,

a presence that grows bolder with every step, every home, every fleeting moment of denial.

Is this a tale of trauma manifesting as a lifetime of fear?

Or is there something darker lurking just beyond what we dare to see?

One woman's experiences defy simple explanations, leading us into a world where the boundaries of the

real and the supernatural blur. Let's get to the letter. They write, it started when I was four

years old. We lived in a modest home

in Colorado at the time, the kind of place where every creek of the floorboards or whisper of the

wind seemed louder than it should. My parents kept most of the house warm and inviting, but the

basement was different. The air down there was cold, heavy, like it didn't belong to the rest of the house.

I would avoid it as much as I could, but sometimes I had no choice.

Every time I descended those stairs, I felt it.

A prickling sensation at the back of my neck, as if something or someone was watching me.

There were three bedrooms and a storage room down

there all sparsely furnished, yet it felt crowded, like the space was filled with something unseen.

Even as a child, I knew that whatever was there didn't want me there. One morning I woke up early,

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