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

There's a moment in everyone's life when a seemingly harmless decision spirals into something far beyond their understanding.

Maybe it's a split second choice or a laugh that masks uncertainty. For one young

person in the quiet mining town of Blackwater, it was the night they decided to visit a

memorial, a shrine to the souls lost in tragedy, where they dared to speak with ghosts.

What began as a joke among friends, a light-hearted attempt to challenge

their own fears, quickly became something far more sinister. At first, the signs were subtle,

a shattered glass, a strange dream, whispers in the darkness, but soon the darkness became

impossible to ignore. The story we're about to tell isn't just about what

happened in Blackwater. It's a tale of unseen forces of unshakable fear and the thin line

between what we know to be real and what we cannot explain. Let's get to the letter.

They write, Dear Tony, first of all, I'd like to start by saying that I don't believe in

ghosts. At least I didn't. I've always prided myself on being logical, grounded, and a little

skeptical. My name's Patty, short for Petra, and I live in Blackwater, a small mining town that

seems stuck in another era. It's the kind of place where everyone knows everyone.

And if you don't fit into the mold, you're branded an outsider. That's where I come in.

My friends and I stand out and not in a good way. We dress in black, listen to music. Most

people here don't understand, and hang out in places they wouldn't dare to go.

They call us goths or emo's.

Labels meant to separate us from the rest of the town.

But we didn't mind.

It was us against the world, or so we thought.

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