Real ghost stories from real people.

This is Into the Paranormal with Tony Bruske.

There are some stories that start small, innocent, almost playful, before twisting into something you can't quite shake.

Something that lingers.

Tonight's tale is one of those stories.

It begins with two teenagers,

a shared curiosity, and a single chilling whisper captured on tape. That whisper would be the spark for years of eerie encounters escalating into events so unexplainable, they defy logic.

What makes this story so haunting isn't just the unexplained events themselves.

It's the way they seem to follow our storyteller, shadows slipping through the cracks of time and space,

as if whatever they encountered all those years ago refused to be left behind.

Is this a case of overactive imagination or something much darker and far more persistent?

Let's get to the letter.

They write, Dear Tony, when I was about 13, my best friend and I found ourselves consumed by an obsession with the paranormal.

We were just kids, but there was something about the idea of spirits, other worlds, and things we couldn't see that captivated us.

My friend's parents owned a large, sprawling property and mineral point, and scattered across it were these old crumbling structures,

stone walls barely standing, a dilapidated shed that looked like it had been forgotten for decades

in a cellar half buried in the earth. These places had a weight to them, a kind of presence that

even then we didn't fully understand. One night after watching

one of those ghost hunting shows on TV, we decided to try our luck. They had shown how to use an

EVP recorder, electronic voice phenomena, for picking up voices you can't hear in real time.

We didn't have fancy equipment, just an old cassette recorder my friend

found in his dad's garage. We didn't think we'd catch anything, but the act of trying felt

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