This is real ghost stories online.

It's funny how our memories can be triggered by objects.

Objects that otherwise really would have very little significance sometimes to anyone other than ourselves.

But when that happens, when an object has that significance, and let's say it was sitting in a room

where something traumatic happened, seeing that very object years later can bring back

floods of memories.

And if it's traumatic, it cannot be sometimes the greatest experience.

It can cause panic attacks.

It can cause all sorts of things in one's mind.

Especially when it's attached to something that you just can't quite explain what happened.

Something paranormal, something terrifyingly paranormal, something predatory.

That's what happens in our next story.

Memories flooding back.

After one woman experiences something horrifying in the dark. Take a listen.

Hey guys, sorry I've not been around and a girlfriend and worked plenty of hours.

I'm sure you guys know how that goes.

The reason for me writing is not because of the holiday season.

If anything, it's my yearly thing to hear your podcast around September

till Christmas. So anyhow, when I was a kid, my babysitter was my godmother. She was a punk rocker,

to the point I thought her natural hair color was green. She spent most of her time convincing me

her brother was an alien. That would be my uncle Jim. He does not look like an alien, but around the time

he joined the army, I swore he was from outer space. She also convinced me the moon was made of cheese.

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