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

There's something unsettling about childhood fear. It clings to us, not because it's foolish,

but because it often begins with things we can't explain. A shadow at the edge of the bed, a whisper when no one's around, a figure outside the window

that disappears the moment you blink.

But what if it wasn't just you?

What if a friend, someone in another house entirely, started seeing the same things?

Tonight we explore a story that reads like a list passed between frightened hands.

A story of two girls bonded by something far stranger than friendship.

A series of hauntings that crossed walls, miles, and logic.

Together, they began writing down what they'd seen. But when the lists were

finished, the question wasn't, are we haunted? It was, how could we both know things we never said

out loud? Ghosts in the hallway. A red-faced man. A woman in a red dress who travels, a girl with black hair who doesn't just haunt

their homes, but follows them to school. And then, the white thing, whatever it is. The only one that

seems to keep the others at bay. Are they losing their grip on reality or is something pulling them deeper?

Let's get to the letter.

They write, I don't really know where to start except to say that everything we've written, it's real.

I'm not making this up.

Neither is Grace.

We started that list as a joke, remember?

Like it was just a way to track what we were both imagining.

But we weren't imagining any of it.

I used to think ghosts stayed in one place,

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