Real ghost stories from real people.

This is Into the Paranormal with Tony Bruske.

Some stories don't hit you all at once.

They creep in like a shadow at dusk, a slow realization that something isn't quite right.

You're left questioning your instincts, second-guessing reality until the fear becomes

impossible to ignore. Tonight we hear from a listener named Tim, who takes us into the intimate

spaces of his childhood home, an apartment that at first glance seemed like any other. But as the

nights passed, subtle disturbances began

to weave themselves into the fabric of their lives, a loyal dog barking at empty spaces, a mother

frozen in the grip of an unseen force and an invisible weights pressing down, threatening

to crush their sense of safety. Was it an overactive imagination?

Or perhaps something more sinister, lurking just out of sight?

Let's get to the letter.

They write, it all began in 2009.

At the time I lived with my mother in a modest apartment.

It wasn't much, just a single living room where we both slept,

alongside a small kitchen, a bathroom, and a hall. My mother's bed was tucked against the wall

near the window, and mine was on the opposite side of the room, close to another window.

Between us, there was a span of about five meters. We shared our home with Marshall, a large and

gentle dog who was always a source of

comfort. He had a loyal, protective nature, the kind of dog you could trust to guard you against

anything. At least that's what I believed before. Everything changed. It was a quiet night

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