This is the podcast where the dark and creepy things we don't talk about discover a voice.

This is Into the Paranormal with Tony Bruske.

Well, folks, let me ask you something.

Ever lived in a house where the walls didn't seem to just hold memories?

But secrets?

You know, the kind of place where things happen that can't be explained and the air

feels just a little too heavy, even on a good day? Today's story comes from one of those homes.

And trust me, it's not just a squeaky floorboard or a flickering light bulb kind of haunting.

It's the kind that starts small, just enough to make you wonder, and then grows into something

that wraps around you, tighter and tighter, like ivy on an old building.

I'm Tony Bruske, and this time we're diving into the life of a family who thought they were

moving into the perfect home,

a brand new split level just outside Boston. Fresh paint, new neighborhood kids playing outside

the works. But this house? It had other plans. From the moment they moved in, it started whispering

to them. Not with words. Oh no, nothing so straightforward. It used boxes

shifting on their own, saws that never existed, and footsteps in empty attics to say, I'm here.

Now here's where it gets interesting. It wasn't just one big moment that made them realize

something was off. No, flickering neon sign announcing, welcome to the haunted

house. Instead, it crept in slowly. Like a drip from a faucet, you can't quite shut off, a doorknob

turning when no one's behind it, a hallway floorboard that creaks all night long, but only when

you're trying to sleep. And let's not forget the teeth. Yep,

you heard me? Teeth right there in the middle of the basement floor twice. I don't know about you,

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