Real ghost stories from real people. This is Into the Paranormal with Tony Bruske.

There are things we see and things we don't. Sometimes what we can't see is what lingers the longest.

Unexplained, unprovable, but impossible to forget. Imagine this.

You've spent months traveling, exploring places filled with stories of the dead.

You walk through the catacombs of Paris past skulls stacked neatly in silent rows.

You stand beneath the damp stone ceilings of the Edinburgh vaults, listening to tales of restless spirits.

But nothing ever happens, no strange sensations, no fleeting shadows, no whispers in the dark.

Until the moment you stop looking for it, and that's when it finds you.

For two sisters, their journey through Europe had been filled with adventure and history.

But in the final days of their trip, something shifted.

It wasn't a ghost tour.

It wasn't a legend passed down through generations.

It was something personal.

Something that walked beside them in the early morning streets of Dublin,

something that sat at the foot of a bed in a London hotel room, watching, waiting.

What was it? A guardian, a trick of the mind, or something neither sister was ready to acknowledge.

Let's get to the letter. They write, Tony, I don't know what to make of this. My sister, Kate, and I have gone over it so many times trying to figure out

if we imagined it, if exhaustion played tricks on us, or if there's another explanation.

But every time we revisit it, the same uneasy feeling creeps in, the sense that something was with us.

Not in the ghost tours, not in the places we expected, but in the quiet moments when we weren't looking for anything at all.

We had been traveling through Europe for three months, sometimes alone, sometimes with friends.

We were the kind of people who sought out the strange, the unexplained, ghost tours, underground tunnels, abandoned

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