Real ghost stories from real people.

This is Into the Paranormal with Tony Bruske.

There are houses that never feel like home.

Even when the walls are painted, the photos are hung and laughter fills the rooms.

Something still feels off.

Sometimes the danger isn't what's in the house.

Sometimes it's what moves through it, quietly, invisibly, and deliberately.

Tonight's letter comes from a woman whose family has been ravaged,

not just by physical illness, but by something much harder to explain,

an invisible weight that seems to press harder with each passing year.

Migraines, violent mood swings, a sense that love itself has been turned inside out,

and then the whispers, the pokies in the night, the black shape in the chair.

The writer Sylvie isn't unfamiliar with strange phenomena.

She grew up attending paranormal conferences with her father, who died far too young,

under disturbing circumstances.

She's done the research, heard the stories, but nothing, she says,

prepared her for what happened in their

quiet suburban home in Red Ash. Is it a haunting, a spiritual parasite, or something more

psychological, trauma playing out in physical form? Whatever the case, the result is the same,

a family falling apart under invisible pressure. Let's get to the letter.

They write, Tony, thank you for reading this. I never thought I'd write something like this to

someone I didn't know, but here I am. Maybe it's because I'm desperate, or maybe because there's

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