And what's that at the foot of my bed? It's spooky and cute. I'm pretty sure it's dead. It's coming this way. Wait a minute, hey, I'm ghosted!

Hey boo! It's me, Roz. So excited for today's episode, but before we get into that, I went to the Facebook group called Ghosted by Roz Dressful

Less, a great place to leave ghost stories, and you know who just did that? Becky did that, and Becky has got a real doozy for us, and I'm hoping to get Becky on one of these listener episodes because Becky's got stories. Okay, listen to this one.

When I was about 12 years old and about to start seventh grade, my mom moved us to a townhouse in Lancaster, California.

We moved there from San Diego. It was a culture shock to say the least. The house wasn't particularly old or remarkable. Pretty much your standard track homes. We certainly weren't expecting any of the events that were to occur within its walls.

When we got settled, the television began to start flipping through channels on its own. We could have possibly explained that away, but it would stop on command.

One night, we went to dinner, and then made a stop at the local music plus. Yes, I'm that old. I scored two new cassette tapes and couldn't wait to get home to listen to them.

We pulled into the garage. I jumped out the back seat and ran into the house while my parents were still unfastening the belts on my little brother's car seat.

As I start to ascend the stairs with thoughts of new Morrissey and new order music bouncing in my head, something stops me dead in my tracks.

I feel pressure in my chest and I feel frozen. I look up and I see the shadow of what seems to be a tall man coming down the top of the stairs towards the landing on the opposite wall.

I'm standing just beyond the landing itself and I can hear his heavy footsteps as he takes each step closer.

I spin around and bolt the stairs toward the garage where my family is still making their way into the house from the car. I'm clearly hysterical and I tell them, someone's in the house!

I didn't even consider anything paranormal. I was convinced this was an intruder.

My mom gets my brother back in his seat and jumps in the driver's side. She starts the car and I jump in the back seat.

Then my stepdad tells me to stay in the running car in case we have to drive away fast. He makes his way inside the house. I was shaking, waiting for him to chase the stranger out of our home.

A few minutes go by and he emerges from inside. His expression is that of total confusion.

He tells us he looked everywhere and there is nobody inside. Not an open window, nothing moved, not a soul. I didn't believe him. I just couldn't be possible.

I saw a something. This wasn't a mist or a cloud. The thing I saw was solid. It had weight and was moving toward me.

We all went into the house cautiously. The air was thick, but no human was in the house with us. I never slept well in that house.

This is only one of many unexplained things I experienced in that house. I was very relieved when we finally moved.

We want to hear all of them. That's scary. I love the idea of a ghost that's like, we're going to watch what I want to watch tonight on TV. Click. That is so funny, but also scary.

Thank you for sharing that.

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