If you dare to uncover the chilling truth behind the girl with the dimes, the details wait for you in the first book of “The Bodach Experiment” series. What you’re about to read is drawn from reality—a haunting that inspired one of the patient stories in that book. Prepare yourself. This isn’t just another ghost story.

It didn’t take long after I arrived in Texas for things to go terribly wrong. My new home, my supposed sanctuary, was anything but safe. The first warning came from my roommate, who whispered that the house was haunted. The ghost, she told me, was a girl—one who left dimes behind as her silent signature. I tried to laugh it off, but a cold unease settled over me like fog.

Then came the car accident, just two months after moving in. It was as if Texas itself was determined to swallow me whole. Unexplainable events followed, their frequency and intensity growing until I was convinced my time here was cursed. I started disposing of my belongings, desperate to rid my life of anything that might attract whatever was lurking. The old furniture, relics from a darker past in Washington state, seemed to pulse with restless energy, a reminder that trauma clings and sometimes follows.

One night, darkness pressed against the windows, and dread crept through the air. After a day marred by chaos, I sat on my bed, trying to calm my nerves. Suddenly, a sharp knock echoed from the wall—a sound too deliberate, too close. I peered outside; the second floor was empty, still as a graveyard. Returning to my bed, heart pounding, I heard it again: the same knock, in the same impossible spot, unreachable without an impossibly tall ladder.

The knocking persisted, each time shifting three feet, each time growing louder, inching toward my door. It was as though something unseen was crawling through the walls, hunting me. The pattern repeated relentlessly, the knocks marching closer until they reached the bedroom behind me. Then, with a pulse of icy terror, a knock exploded behind my head. I knew, with absolute certainty, that no one was upstairs. And yet, I was not alone.