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

There are certain memories that stay with you no matter how much time has passed. Moments that

seem ordinary at first, but when revisited, reveal cracks in the reality we take for granted.

Tonight, we delve into one such memory.

An innocent evening turned unsettling, where the veil between the scene and unseen may have

been lifted.

A family gathering with friends, a cherry wood table at the center of a dimly lit room, what

starts as a playful ritual quickly spirals into something no one can explain.

Hands pressed lightly on wood, unanswered questions in the air,

and a growing sense that they were no longer alone.

What happened that night?

Was it the power of suggestion, an elaborate trick, or something

far more unexplainable? What's clear is that those who witnessed it were changed forever.

Let's get to the letter. They write, Dear Tony, I've spent years trying to convince myself that

what happened that night was nothing more than a

trick, an elaborate ruse by my father, meant to entertain the neighbors. But the harder I try to

rationalize it, the more vivid the memories become, almost as if they're refusing to be forgotten.

So here I am sharing my story, hoping you can help me make sense of it.

I was seven years old at the time. We lived in a large old house, a sprawling five-bedroom

homes surrounded by 40 acres of fields and woods. My father had always been a storyteller,

the kind who could make even the most mundane events seem fascinating.

But his favorite stories were about the unexplained, ghosts, premonitions, strange coincidences.

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