Real ghost stories from real people.

This is Into the Paranormal with Tony Bruske.

There's something about childhood memories that stays with us,

like echoes of a dream we can't quite shake.

But for some, those memories don't fade.

They fester.

They crawl into the corners of the mind, whispering that

what happened might not have been imagined at all. Tonight we're diving into a story of a young

child trapped in a world of fear, where every shadow seemed alive and every sleepless night

brought a new nightmare. The story where the line between the psychological and the paranormal becomes blurred and the question

of what is real and what is not haunts every waking moment.

What happens when the ones you trust to protect you are struggling with demons of their own?

And what if those demons are more literal than anyone

dares to admit? Let's get to the letter. They write, Dear, Tony, I don't know if you'll believe this.

Most people don't, but these are the things I've carried with me since I was a child, things I can't

forget, no matter how

much I try. I hope that by sharing this, someone out there might understand, or at least

no, they're not alone. It all started when I was about five. Back then, we lived in a small

trailer at the edge of a Montana forest. It wasn't much, but it was home, or so I thought.

My little brother and I shared a room. He was just a toddler then, still innocent, untouched by the fears that kept me awake at night.

The dreams started the same year my parents began their custody battle. At first, they felt like ordinary bad dreams, dark places, strange

noises, the usual things that frighten a kid. But they weren't normal. I know that now. In these

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