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

It's strange how a place can feel alive, how the walls of a house can seem to watch, how the air in certain rooms grows heavy with secrets.

Maybe it's our minds playing tricks on us, or maybe sometimes

it's something else. In tonight's story, we step into the world of a young girl named Brittany

and her family. They moved into what should have been a fresh start, a fixer-upper with charm and

promise, but from the very beginning, something felt off. Voices that no one

else could hear, faces that appeared in the darkness, and an unsettling discovery years later

about the houses past all lead us to question, did this family live among memories left behind?

Or did something reach out to them from the other side?

The events you're about to hear are unsettling not because of what was seen, but because of what was felt.

The way the ordinary became strange, the way the house itself seemed to hold its breath.

Let's get to the letter. They write, Dear Tony, when I was five years old, my family moved into a

house we nicknamed Buckingham Palace. It wasn't much of a palace, though. It was an old

place in a quiet neighborhood with overgrown grass and a slightly worn down exterior.

But my parents saw potential. They bought it as a fresh start, their first real home together.

I remember my dad painting the smallest bedroom just for me. He decorated the pink walls with little hearts and a mural of our family dog,

Mickey. Above the light switch, he even wrote Brits Room. It was adorable, a little slice of

childhood magic. At first, the house felt like any other, full of the smells of fresh paint

and the chaos of unpacking.

But looking back now, I think we all felt something was different.

It started small.

My parents found piles of unopened mail addressed to kids who had lived there before us.

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