The weather. Tomorrow, expect a biting cold front. Hmm, how naughty. I wonder what I'll be

wearing or taking off. The night will be wild and untamed. Expect heavy, lashing rain that'll soak you

to the skin. By Monday, temperatures will rise slowly but surely reaching their peak in the afternoon.

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Real ghost stories from real people.

This is Into the Paranormal with Tony Bruske.

It's a peculiar thing, isn't it?

The way memory clings to the simplest gestures,

a wave through a window, a smile shared at dusk,

a child's voice calling out into the night expecting no knowing,

there will be a reply.

Tonight's story doesn't begin with fear. It begins with kindness, a man tending to his garden, a pocketful of humbugs, a child who felt safe, seen,

and heard by the old man just over the fence. But what happens when a familiar ritual refuses

to end, even after death?

Our narrator swore he saw him not once, but night after night, a man who had already been buried, a man who kept waving.

Is this grief playing tricks on a young mind, or is it possible that some bonds are strong enough to hold

through the veil? Let's get to the letter. They write, Dear Tony, this is going back to my first

experience with something I still can't quite explain, and even after all these years, I remember

it clearly, as if it happened just last night.

I grew up in a quiet cul-de-sac in a small English town, the kind of place where everyone knew everyone.

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