Real ghost stories from real people.

This is Into the Paranormal with Tony Bruske.

There's something about the quiet hours of the night that leaves us vulnerable.

Maybe it's the stillness, the way the shadows grow longer,

or how the smallest noise can sound like a distant scream. Whatever the reason

those who've experienced the unexplainable will tell you it's not your imagination.

Tonight's story takes us to the outskirts of a small town where a young woman named Lila

spent her teenage years in a creaky old farmhouse. At first, the house seemed perfectly normal,

but Lila soon found herself waking up to things she couldn't explain, pleading shadows,

eerie whispers, and a presence that felt far too real to dismiss. And then there was the gum,

a small, strange clue that something wasn't right.

Is it possible to encounter something not of this world?

Could her mind have conjured a nightmare so vivid it left physical evidence?

Or was she the target of something more sinister, something watching, waiting, and choosing its moment to make

contact. Let's get to the letter. She writes,

Hi, Tony. I'm not really sure where to begin with this story. It's something that happened to me

when I was 16, and even now, more than a decade later, I can't shake the memory.

I've shared it with a few close friends over the years, but no one seems to believe me.

Maybe you will.

It started when my family moved into an old farmhouse just outside of a small town in the Midwest.

The house was beautiful, tall windows, creaky wooden floors, and surrounded by fields of tall grass that stretched as far as you could see.

My parents loved it.

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