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The Hello and welcome to mini episode number 427 of real life ghost stories.

And I have two spooky stories for you today and the last story comes from November

the 30th, 2024. And story number one comes from Giselle.

I wrote in about four years ago telling you about my story of the hair-pulling ghost at the paediatric hospital, the black-eyed children in my dreams

and the Ouija board incident. Things are much different now than they were back then.

There is a trigger warning in this story about miscarriage.

The first story is a little bit of a prelude to one of the stories that I will be telling later.

My family is from Mexico and I grew up going to Mexico for the big festivals that happened in the summer and around Christmas time.

One year when I was about 13 years old, my circadian rhythm was off, so I was up all night and sleeping all day due to a previous illness. We were staying in the house that belongs to my dad's parents, my grandma and my grandpa.

That year, December was very wet and it was constantly raining and their home

backed up to a large creek that was full of running water. One night it began raining. I was up watching

SpongeBob while everyone else was asleep. All of a sudden I heard this blood-curdling cry

come from in front of the house.

It was a woman who sounded like she was in horrible, heartbreaking pain. She was crying for help

and it sounded like she was looking for someone. I go to peek out of my window and from somewhere

inside the house, my grandmother comes up, grabs me by my shoulder

and tells me to sit back down. Me being the very inquisitive 13-year-old that I was questioned

her. I told her it sounded like she needed help and that maybe she was lost and maybe we could

help her. She then told me that this woman was beyond help and not even God could help her.

She told me to go to bed, to never look out the window.

I truly believed that was Lyrona and had my grandmother not stopped me, I don't know what would have happened.

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