Real ghost stories from real people.

This is Into the Paranormal with Tony Bruske.

Some homes carry with them an energy, a sense that their walls have witnessed more than their fair share of sorrow.

Or perhaps something darker.

Tonight we bring you a story of one such place, a house nestled

in the quiet outskirts of a small town, where one woman's quest for a fresh start became a

descent into fear and uncertainty. It begins with whispers, soft, indistinct voices that could easily

be dismissed as tricks of the mind.

But as days turn to weeks, these whispers grow louder, invading her dreams and leaving marks

not just on her psyche, but on her very body.

Alongside the fear, she encounters something else, a presence she cannot fully understand.

Protective, mournful, yet shrouded in mystery. Is this presence her ally standing between

her and a greater danger, or is it the harbinger of what's yet to come?

As the nights grow colder and the shadows closer,

she begins to question everything she thought she knew about her reality and herself.

Let's get to the letter. They write,

Dear Tony, I've always been a rational person. At least I thought I was.

I'd never given much thought to the supernatural, the unknown, or the things that go bump in the night. Like so many others, I figured if something couldn't be explained, it probably wasn't real. But my story begins with a house, a home I once believed could be my sanctuary.

Instead, it became a place I can only describe as something else.

When I first moved into the house on Pine Hollow Road, it seemed like a dream come true.

A quiet street, just far enough from town to feel peaceful, yet close enough to make trips to the store convenient. The house itself had charm, large bay windows, an old oak tree shading the porch, and a history

that most would call colorful. The previous owner and older gentleman passed away under mysterious

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