Real ghost stories from real people.

This is Into the Paranormal with Tony Bruske.

It's the kind of house you only see in movies.

The towering Victorian sort with peeling gingerbread trim and attic windows shaped like eyes.

The kind of place where the wind always seems to whisper your name, and the silence is never

quite empty.

But this story isn't from a movie.

It comes from a real home, one with history and its bones, and something else still hiding

deep within its walls.

Our story tonight begins with a letter from a listener who spent most of her childhood in such a house, nestled in a historic district surrounded by Southern Charm,

and drenched in an atmosphere that turned from unsettling to dangerous.

From the outside it was majestic.

Inside, there was a room that no one dared to speak about, a room that breathed differently,

a room that watched you back. She speaks of a presence, an evil that seemed confined to a space

no bigger than a closet, yet strong enough to choke the breath from your lungs,

a place where something once fell.

Or perhaps was pushed.

Something that never moved for a decade is until the moment she ran for her life.

But was it all in her head?

Childhood imagination?

Running wild? Or is there something about certain places, certain rooms that holds onto more than just dust and time, something that waits

for just the right moment? Let's get to the letter. They write, Tony,

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