[SPEAKER_00]: Live from Liverpool, the dog, Paranormal, season 22.

[SPEAKER_00]: Hello everyone, and welcome back to the Dark Paranormal Season 22 episode 2.

[SPEAKER_00]: And thank you for all of the feedback for our first episode, hopefully this will be our best season yet.

[SPEAKER_00]: We've received some lovely editorial in both Spotify from the US, the UK, and also a Skuradad Paranormal, and as franchise version of the Dark Paranormal, received a review for Spotify in Mexico.

[SPEAKER_00]: So all in all, a great start to the new season, and please forgive my voice, I'm getting over all through a form of cold or flow, I'm not sure which.

[SPEAKER_00]: Either way, as you guys know from season 22 onwards, we are trying to get to the heart of the matter quicker.

[SPEAKER_00]: IE, the person's experience, so although we're thankful for every patron who joins, we no longer read names, [SPEAKER_00]: But I will still inform you of what you will get if you join our Patreon, which is of course timing up to our wonderful community, but it would be remiss of me to not remind you of what you gain by joining our wonderful community of Patreon.

[SPEAKER_00]: Patreon is vital to the show's success.

[SPEAKER_00]: It keeps us going.

[SPEAKER_00]: If you join the lowest tier from December, you will gain access to add free episodes and believe me with Christmas coming up in the January sales, every podcast [SPEAKER_00]: Fall, meaning Advertisers are going to be coming thick and fast.

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[SPEAKER_00]: The other options are to have early add free releases or of course during our highest tier where you get access to not only everything add free in early but to our Darkbite back catalogue of over 155 hours of Patreon only shows a new show of Darkbite every week and also from December onwards a brand new show.

[SPEAKER_00]: Well, I take a more informal approach in terms of discussing some of the topics that we've covered.

[SPEAKER_00]: On top of that, we will be introducing our own community forum.

[SPEAKER_00]: For I believe is the best community to do with the paranormal online anywhere.

[SPEAKER_00]: Simply head over to patreon.com forward slash the dark paranormal.

[SPEAKER_00]: But right now, it's time to lower those lights.

[SPEAKER_00]: Make yourself comfortable and most importantly, leave your disbelief at the door.

[SPEAKER_00]: As we hear all about one of our listeners, being marked by the Miller.

[SPEAKER_00]: I was recently turned on to your show via a friend after telling them this story.

[SPEAKER_00]: The one I'm about to tell you.

[SPEAKER_00]: I've spent the last few weeks typing this up, adding bits as I remember them, trying to get it all down in a chronological order.

[SPEAKER_00]: So hopefully this all makes sense, although it's weird seeing it all written down like this.

[SPEAKER_00]: It makes me feel like I'm watching someone else's story, if that makes sense.

[SPEAKER_00]: This happened about two years ago, and I'll be changing my name, or the names, and some of the places.

[SPEAKER_00]: But everything else is exactly as it happened.

[SPEAKER_00]: At the time I was coming out of what I can only describe as a complete implosion of my life.

[SPEAKER_00]: I'd been in a PR business partnership in Newcastle.

[SPEAKER_00]: It was with my closest friends in childhood.

[SPEAKER_00]: I won't go into all the details, but she wanted to grab cash in place of our original values on this major deal.

[SPEAKER_00]: I trusted her with the majority of the legal [SPEAKER_00]: But when I found out what was happening, I realized I didn't have a legal say in what took place, and the deal went ahead.

[SPEAKER_00]: So I went ahead and left the partnership and left Newcastle.

[SPEAKER_00]: I had some money from cashing out my half of the business, and I wanted to start completely fresh somewhere where no one knew me.

[SPEAKER_00]: But I found a property listing for a converted mill, in what I'll call Northumberland.

[SPEAKER_00]: though that's not exactly accurate.

[SPEAKER_00]: It was part of a small gated development, for individual dwellings on one plot.

[SPEAKER_00]: There was a large farmhouse, a converted barn, a small converted stable and the mill itself.

[SPEAKER_00]: The mill was the biggest apart from the farmhouse, three stories and all [SPEAKER_00]: I arranged a viewing and drove up on a Saturday morning.

[SPEAKER_00]: The couple selling the mill met me there, both in their early 40s, all smiles and very helpful.

[SPEAKER_00]: They walked me through the whole place, pointing at the quirks with the heating, showing me where they'd updated things.

[SPEAKER_00]: They were moving for work, it appeared.

[SPEAKER_00]: They didn't mention anything unusual, not one thing.

[SPEAKER_00]: I found that strange later.

[SPEAKER_00]: But at the time, I thought I was just looking.

[SPEAKER_00]: The other residents on the plot seemed nice enough, and when I met them during the viewing, they were fine.

[SPEAKER_00]: The farmhouse was occupied by two doctors, Andy and Nicky, and they were very welcoming in fact, they were the impromptu welcoming committee.

[SPEAKER_00]: They came over and introduced themselves, offered help if I needed anything, etc.

[SPEAKER_00]: The converted stables had an elderly woman, Agnes, who Andy and Nicky said was very lovely, very cheery, but kept herself mostly to herself, although she would wave at you if you saw her, and she saw you.

[SPEAKER_00]: All in all I was exceptionally happy with the place, so I put an offer in that week.

[SPEAKER_00]: And it was accepted, and as a cash buyer, I was in the place only six weeks later.

[SPEAKER_00]: Moving day was fine, I'd hide a small van, I didn't have that much furniture.

[SPEAKER_00]: And in Nicky came over to help me carry boxes, and Nicky made tea whilst Andy helped me figure out which room would work best for my office.

[SPEAKER_00]: They stayed about an hour chatting about the area.

[SPEAKER_00]: From my second visit, the mill was much bigger than I remembered.

[SPEAKER_00]: The main room on the ground floor had massive windows.

[SPEAKER_00]: The bedroom on the second floor seemed much larger.

[SPEAKER_00]: The original beams across the ceiling, etc.

[SPEAKER_00]: The third floor made for a perfect office.

[SPEAKER_00]: I spent the first few days unpacking, getting used to the place, the sounds from the central heating system, the boiler clicking when it fired up, which floorboards creaked, etc.

[SPEAKER_00]: Normal old building things.

[SPEAKER_00]: I threw a very small moving impartie the following weekend.

[SPEAKER_00]: A woman named Sarah that I'd be friended from our old post office came with her husband, and the innicky brought wine and flowers and sort of my old best friends arrived and we had a jolly good time.

[SPEAKER_00]: I did put invitations through Agnes' door and the barn man's door, though neither came.

[SPEAKER_00]: The morning after, the barn man gave me a stern, withering look, as I smiled at him, as we both got in our cars.

[SPEAKER_00]: We hadn't even been that loud, and the party was done by half eleven.

[SPEAKER_00]: But as I drove away, I did think, well, he's only known me for just less than two weeks, and if his first impression is every other week I hold a party, he won't be too impressed.

[SPEAKER_00]: But the first week and a half after that was quiet, I settled properly, I got back into freelance work, small contracts nothing major yet.

[SPEAKER_00]: The routine helped them.

[SPEAKER_00]: Waking up, coffee, work, going for a walk, more work, if felt like I'd definitely made the right decision.

[SPEAKER_00]: I'd see Agnes a few times in passing, and she would wave from her garden.

[SPEAKER_00]: It was maybe the week after that when I first had the sound.

[SPEAKER_00]: I was working late maybe 11 at night and the house was silent except for my keyboard and then I had it, a low creaking sound, with me, like wood moving against wood.

[SPEAKER_00]: It lasted maybe a few seconds and then stopped.

[SPEAKER_00]: I figured it was the building settling.

[SPEAKER_00]: Although, two nights later, the same sound, louder, then more frequently, always at night.

[SPEAKER_00]: I started to feel uneasy, but I couldn't place why.

[SPEAKER_00]: It didn't feel threatening, just persistent.

[SPEAKER_00]: About three weeks after that, I came downstairs, and my kitchen table had moved.

[SPEAKER_00]: Not much.

[SPEAKER_00]: Maybe half a meter from the wall I'd placed it against.

[SPEAKER_00]: I stood there staring, trying to remember if I'd moved at the night before.

[SPEAKER_00]: I couldn't remember but I'd be in very tired, maybe I had, maybe I was trying to reach for something.

[SPEAKER_00]: I don't know.

[SPEAKER_00]: That night the tapping started, cozy on the couch watching TV and, like little taps, like fingernails on wood, coming from the hallway.

[SPEAKER_00]: this time the taps came from the kitchen.

[SPEAKER_00]: So I go to the kitchen and I met with silence.

[SPEAKER_00]: I wait there for a while and eventually go back to curl up on the couch.

[SPEAKER_00]: And our later, this time on the living room ceiling.

[SPEAKER_00]: I stirred at that spot.

[SPEAKER_00]: I should point out at this point no part of me thought of anything paranormal or supernatural or [SPEAKER_00]: I was staring, expecting to see the white ceilings darted dark and in that spot, due to a leaking pipe or such.

[SPEAKER_00]: So I began keeping track, writing down where I would hear them and when.

[SPEAKER_00]: But there was no obvious pattern.

[SPEAKER_00]: One afternoon I was making tea when I had something metallic hit the floor.

[SPEAKER_00]: I turned around but couldn't see anything.

[SPEAKER_00]: I looked [SPEAKER_00]: Then as I turn back, guys saw it.

[SPEAKER_00]: A table spoon.

[SPEAKER_00]: Standing perfectly upright on it oval end.

[SPEAKER_00]: Spinning slowly.

[SPEAKER_00]: Just spinning.

[SPEAKER_00]: Balanced in a way that shouldn't be possible.

[SPEAKER_00]: I ran to get my phone so I could film it.

[SPEAKER_00]: I was gone maybe 10 seconds.

[SPEAKER_00]: And when I came back, this spoon was laying flat on the floor.

[SPEAKER_00]: I picked it up and I put it back in the sink, but my hands were shaking.

[SPEAKER_00]: the tapping then got louder.

[SPEAKER_00]: It was waking me up at night.

[SPEAKER_00]: Three sharp wraps.

[SPEAKER_00]: Always set of three.

[SPEAKER_00]: Sometimes the bedroom doorframe.

[SPEAKER_00]: Sometimes the floor near the bed.

[SPEAKER_00]: I turned the light on.

[SPEAKER_00]: It would stop.

[SPEAKER_00]: One night I woke to tapping around 2am in the morning.

[SPEAKER_00]: It came from the corner near the wardrobe.

[SPEAKER_00]: I turned on my lamp and again it stopped.

[SPEAKER_00]: I tear the top and lay back down and the tapping started again immediately, the same corner.

[SPEAKER_00]: The light back on and nothing.

[SPEAKER_00]: This went on for maybe 20 minutes and I decided I would leave the light on, just to get some sleep.

[SPEAKER_00]: Around this time things started going missing.

[SPEAKER_00]: A pen from my desk, a mug I'd been using.

[SPEAKER_00]: which would then be found in odd places the pen in the bathroom cabinet to mug on the bedroom window sill.

[SPEAKER_00]: I told myself I was just being forgetful, stressed, and I undeniably was, as work was proving hard to combat.

[SPEAKER_00]: Then a book I've been reading disappeared from my bedside table.

[SPEAKER_00]: Now I searched the entire house, and three days later, it was back exactly where I'd left it on my bedside table.

[SPEAKER_00]: A few days later the kitchen table moved again, and this time I know I didn't move it.

[SPEAKER_00]: I'd gone upstairs to get some think maybe two minutes away, when I came back the table was pushed against the wall.

[SPEAKER_00]: Now I'd recently moved it to the center of the kitchen, I stood in the doorway staring, and then I pushed it back, man that thing was heavy, I couldn't have moved that without noticing.

[SPEAKER_00]: That same evening, Nikki came over with some wine.

[SPEAKER_00]: I think she could tell that something was off.

[SPEAKER_00]: We sat and we talked and eventually I told her about the sounds, the furniture, the spoon.

[SPEAKER_00]: I expected her to laugh at me.

[SPEAKER_00]: She didn't.

[SPEAKER_00]: Instead she went quiet, and then said she wasn't surprised.

[SPEAKER_00]: She said she'd always found the mill on settling.

[SPEAKER_00]: She mentioned that she used to hear the previous owners argue until the early hours of the morning, sometimes after the sun adrows, but in our later they'd both be on their front step in their jogging gear, smiling at each other, and off for their morning run.

[SPEAKER_00]: And she said this happened several times a week.

[SPEAKER_00]: She said the juxtaposition of being able to hear them, say such a boring things to each other, and then watch them smile as if nothing had happened, minutes later.

[SPEAKER_00]: really unsettled her.

[SPEAKER_00]: It was almost as if they were not aware they would just argue.

[SPEAKER_00]: For some reason, not the sound of my house, not the things I'd heard or witnessed, that sentence put something cold in me.

[SPEAKER_00]: Nicky asked if I wanted to see something.

[SPEAKER_00]: She went back to her house and returned with a DVD.

[SPEAKER_00]: It was a DVD and he had made before they'd moved in.

[SPEAKER_00]: He'd found old footage from libraries and wherever else, and put together this DVD about the land, its history, and compiled it all onto this DVD, so we put it on.

[SPEAKER_00]: It began with old film footage, very, very grainy.

[SPEAKER_00]: It was the mill when it was still operational.

[SPEAKER_00]: I could see the big wooden wheel turning the mechanisms moving, and that's when I realised [SPEAKER_00]: The sound I was hearing was that exact sound of the mill, the rhythmic wooden creaky.

[SPEAKER_00]: The footage then could to a tile card about the history of the place.

[SPEAKER_00]: Then a voice crackled with age, started narrating.

[SPEAKER_00]: The mill was a pride of the village, of course, until then.

[SPEAKER_00]: And the audio could act.

[SPEAKER_00]: The next section was silent footage of the exterior, and the remainder of the DVD was all about [SPEAKER_00]: When it ended, Nicky and I just looked at each of them.

[SPEAKER_00]: Neither of us said anything until I said, until the what, Nicky shrugged, as if in reaction to us watching this very DVD, the incidents escalated, following that night.

[SPEAKER_00]: That creaking became unbearable, it would start around 10 at night and continue until dawn.

[SPEAKER_00]: That rhythm, like the mill was still working.

[SPEAKER_00]: I tried earplugs, but I'd still hear it, I'd feel it, by braiding through the building and my body.

[SPEAKER_00]: I'd go outside and hear nothing.

[SPEAKER_00]: Then, a new enigma, cold spots.

[SPEAKER_00]: The landing at the top of my stairs, normally always fine, was now always freezing, even when the heating was on full.

[SPEAKER_00]: I'd stand there and my breath would mist.

[SPEAKER_00]: I checked for drafts, checked the window seals, but nothing helped.

[SPEAKER_00]: Next one evening I'm working at my top floor office and I hear footsteps on the stairs.

[SPEAKER_00]: deliberate steps, clearly someone there, I live alone, I call out no answer, the footsteps reach the landing and stop.

[SPEAKER_00]: I stop.

[SPEAKER_00]: I decide eventually to head to the door and flung it open to find no one there.

[SPEAKER_00]: This happened three more times over the next three days.

[SPEAKER_00]: I started having trouble sleeping.

[SPEAKER_00]: I'd be awake listening to the creaking, the tapping, the footsteps, and when I did sleep, I'd always wake up at two in the morning, always two AM.

[SPEAKER_00]: And I'd find I was freezing cold, despite being under the duvet, and they're heating being on full, yet I'd be shivering.

[SPEAKER_00]: Then what morning I come downstairs and every single upper cupboard door in that kitchen was open.

[SPEAKER_00]: All of them.

[SPEAKER_00]: I lock that kitchen door every night before bed and I knew when I'd went to bed around midnight the night before they'd all been closed.

[SPEAKER_00]: I stood there for maybe five minutes.

[SPEAKER_00]: And then I snapped myself too, and I walked around closing each one.

[SPEAKER_00]: The next morning it happened again, every cupid, and this time every draw all open.

[SPEAKER_00]: I started closing them, and I was halfway through, when I hear a door open behind me.

[SPEAKER_00]: I turn around.

[SPEAKER_00]: One of the cupids I just closed was now open again.

[SPEAKER_00]: I stare at it.

[SPEAKER_00]: I don't move.

[SPEAKER_00]: I walked backwards, focused on that clubbed, closing everything else by touch alone.

[SPEAKER_00]: I kept my eyes on it the whole time.

[SPEAKER_00]: It stayed open.

[SPEAKER_00]: When I was sure everything else was closed, still zoned in on this clubbed, I slowly walked over and closed it.

[SPEAKER_00]: I re-opened it a few times, just to see if there was a spring mechanism, basically anything rational.

[SPEAKER_00]: Once that part of my brain was satisfied, I headed back upstairs.

[SPEAKER_00]: The following morning, they were all closed as usual.

[SPEAKER_00]: And it was around this point, he made an appearance, and I say, he, because although this was a domineering and threatening and intimidating presence, its masculine energy was like something I'd never experienced.

[SPEAKER_00]: His appearances began in my peripheral vision, always in doorways, a dark shape, person-sized, just standing there.

[SPEAKER_00]: I'd glance for a full-on view, and they disappear.

[SPEAKER_00]: A kitchen doorway, a bedroom doorway, the top of the stairs, always watching.

[SPEAKER_00]: One afternoon I was at my desk in the office, and I felt someone stood behind me.

[SPEAKER_00]: That physical sensation of another person locking out of the entire atmosphere behind you.

[SPEAKER_00]: I spun around, nothing.

[SPEAKER_00]: But that feeling didn't go away.

[SPEAKER_00]: It was as if I was facing a wall of invisible energy.

[SPEAKER_00]: I grabbed my laptop and ran downstairs.

[SPEAKER_00]: I could feel the feeling following me.

[SPEAKER_00]: Even when I settled at the kitchen table, I could still feel someone behind me whilst [SPEAKER_00]: I kept turning around, never seeing a soul.

[SPEAKER_00]: Eventually I sent my final email and quickly stood from the table trying to surprise it, I guess, and I walked at the backway for a walk outside.

[SPEAKER_00]: When I got back, my laptop was gone from the kitchen table.

[SPEAKER_00]: After scouring the house, it was laying on my bed.

[SPEAKER_00]: Still open at the page, I'd left it.

[SPEAKER_00]: I was walking across the landing a few days later, and my right foot was suddenly swept up and backwards, I fell hard, hit my shoulder against the wall.

[SPEAKER_00]: For a few seconds I thought I'd tripped on a wire or something, and then I looked back in, of course, there's nothing there, the floor is clear.

[SPEAKER_00]: And that's when the fear 100% had me.

[SPEAKER_00]: A few days later, on that same landing, I'm walking across and I collide with something.

[SPEAKER_00]: Something, show the first, a solid impact that had, I stumbled sideways, I reached out to steady myself.

[SPEAKER_00]: But my hands touched air.

[SPEAKER_00]: I believed, as I was looking at my phone, I'd walked into the side of a doorway, for example.

[SPEAKER_00]: But there was nothing there when I reached out.

[SPEAKER_00]: It took a good few minutes before I realized I'd walked in to nothing.

[SPEAKER_00]: I started leaving lights on all the time, every room, all night, it didn't help.

[SPEAKER_00]: The things still happened if anything being able to see clearly apparently made it worse.

[SPEAKER_00]: Then one morning I went out to my car to get some shopping and saw Agnes and her garden.

[SPEAKER_00]: I waved, she didn't, way back.

[SPEAKER_00]: She just stood there staring at the mill.

[SPEAKER_00]: I walked over, smile on my face, and stang outside of her garden, and I said, hello.

[SPEAKER_00]: Then she turned and looked at me properly.

[SPEAKER_00]: Her face wasn't the jolly happy go-lookie Agnes, I'd been so well informed about.

[SPEAKER_00]: We made small talk, and then she slipped in, are you living there alone?

[SPEAKER_00]: Agnes made the sign of the cross, literally crossed herself right there in front of me.

[SPEAKER_00]: I laughed nervously and asked what that was about.

[SPEAKER_00]: She looked me straight in the eye and said, the sign of the cross.

[SPEAKER_00]: If you don't know then, God help you.

[SPEAKER_00]: Of course I knew I just didn't know why she'd done it.

[SPEAKER_00]: She turned and walked back into her home.

[SPEAKER_00]: I stood there at that fence for a long time after she'd gone.

[SPEAKER_00]: That conversation changed something.

[SPEAKER_00]: Up until then, part of me had still been in denial, although completely engrossed in fear.

[SPEAKER_00]: I was still telling myself this could be stress, the building, my imagination.

[SPEAKER_00]: But Agnes knew.

[SPEAKER_00]: She'd known the moment I told her I was living alone.

[SPEAKER_00]: So, saw this, I knocked.

[SPEAKER_00]: She didn't answer.

[SPEAKER_00]: I knocked louder.

[SPEAKER_00]: I could see her pottering in the living room, so I knocked on the glass.

[SPEAKER_00]: I watched her pause, and then she carried on as before, like I did not exist.

[SPEAKER_00]: And it was a feeling I was genuinely starting to feel.

[SPEAKER_00]: I was becoming afraid at the edges.

[SPEAKER_00]: And then one morning about 7 a.m.

there was a knock at my door.

[SPEAKER_00]: I answered it to find [SPEAKER_00]: She asked if I'd come for a coffee with her.

[SPEAKER_00]: I invited her in, she refused.

[SPEAKER_00]: She even took a step back from the door.

[SPEAKER_00]: She said she'd rather go somewhere, and I quote, neutral.

[SPEAKER_00]: I grabbed my jacket and we got in her car.

[SPEAKER_00]: She drove us to a Starbucks in a lab I about 15 minutes away.

[SPEAKER_00]: As we sat in the car park, she looked like she hadn't slept.

[SPEAKER_00]: I asked what she wanted, and she told me there was something bad in the mill.

[SPEAKER_00]: I asked her to go on, but she stayed silent for about maybe two or three minutes, which I know isn't long, but when you're basically with a stranger in their car, two or three minutes like half an hour, eventually she says, an evil man.

[SPEAKER_00]: He'd stand in doorways.

[SPEAKER_00]: He ended up appearing at the end of their bed.

[SPEAKER_00]: He would follow her from room to room.

[SPEAKER_00]: Her husband on the other hand thought she was losing her mind, because he never experienced a thing.

[SPEAKER_00]: It was her belief, he, only targeted women.

[SPEAKER_00]: She'd begged her husband to move, and he'd finally agreed.

[SPEAKER_00]: Though he thought she was [SPEAKER_00]: They'd never told anyone because they wanted to sell a place ASAP, but she'd felt guilty, ever since knowing it was going to a single woman.

[SPEAKER_00]: She drove me back in total silence.

[SPEAKER_00]: Before I got out the car, she said, I'm sorry.

[SPEAKER_00]: She drove off on ice, stood in the driveway, staring at the mill.

[SPEAKER_00]: I then muttered under my breath, I'd just been told about you, do you want me gone?

[SPEAKER_00]: There was a bang from inside, my bedroom, loud, definite.

[SPEAKER_00]: I opened the front door and I ran up to my bedroom.

[SPEAKER_00]: My king-sized bed, the one I just stepped out of to get hastily changed, to join this stranger for coffee, had been turned around.

[SPEAKER_00]: It was no longer facing the window, the facing the opposite wall.

[SPEAKER_00]: not a crease of the bedding out of place.

[SPEAKER_00]: I stood in that doorway and experienced something I've not experienced prior or since, a feeling of utter, terror and fear, morphing into genuine rage and anger, or what I believed was genuine.

[SPEAKER_00]: At the top of my lungs I shouted, [SPEAKER_00]: nothing happened, complete silence.

[SPEAKER_00]: My genuine rage, of course, was a lie.

[SPEAKER_00]: It turns out it was pure ego and fear mixed together, and in fact it collapsed very quickly back to fear.

[SPEAKER_00]: In fact, I contacted an estate agent that same afternoon.

[SPEAKER_00]: But here's the strangest part, although it may not seem it's from everything that took place, but from the moment I made that decision [SPEAKER_00]: nothing else happened.

[SPEAKER_00]: Not one thing.

[SPEAKER_00]: No movement, no figures.

[SPEAKER_00]: It was like I was living in my ideal home.

[SPEAKER_00]: The silence was almost worse than the activity.

[SPEAKER_00]: I kept waiting for something to happen.

[SPEAKER_00]: Lying awake listening for the creaking, the footsteps, the tapping, but nothing.

[SPEAKER_00]: The house was completely quiet.

[SPEAKER_00]: The cold spot disappeared, rooms felt normal temperature.

[SPEAKER_00]: I could walk through without feeling watched it was just a building again.

[SPEAKER_00]: I started testing it, I'd leave cupboard doors open and come down in the morning to see if they'd close, but they'd still be open.

[SPEAKER_00]: I'd put objects in weird places and I'd check on them.

[SPEAKER_00]: They'd never move.

[SPEAKER_00]: It was surreal, after months of constant activity the sudden nothing felt wrong, like the calm before a storm that never came.

[SPEAKER_00]: I just couldn't relax into it.

[SPEAKER_00]: It even got me wondering if I'd imagined all of it as if I'd had some kind of breakdown, but I knew that wasn't true.

[SPEAKER_00]: Too much had happened.

[SPEAKER_00]: And then there was the previous owner's wife, her story matching mine.

[SPEAKER_00]: that hadn't been in my head.

[SPEAKER_00]: The estate agent was optimistic, the property market was good, the mill was charming, he said we would get interest quickly, and he was right.

[SPEAKER_00]: Within three weeks we had an offer, a young couple, they loved it, and although part of me felt very guilty for not mentioning anything which I didn't, I did think, well, at least there's two of them.

[SPEAKER_00]: Their patches took four months, surveys, mortgage arrangements, solicitors, all the usual delays, and in all that time the mill stayed silent, unnervingly silent.

[SPEAKER_00]: I don't know why I'm sharing this with you now, I suppose I just want to put it somewhere, have a documented record of it, but believe me, it happened, and it happened exactly at I've wrote it here.

[SPEAKER_00]: I don't expect everyone to believe me.

[SPEAKER_00]: I'm truly not bothered if they do or don't.

[SPEAKER_00]: I'm not sure I'd have believed me if I'd have had this story over two years ago.

[SPEAKER_00]: And as for advice, I only have one bit.

[SPEAKER_00]: If you ever find yourself in a situation like mine, [SPEAKER_00]: Make a decision about your next step before it's made for you.

[SPEAKER_00]: Don't wait to see how bad it gets.

[SPEAKER_00]: This is not make believe it's real.

[SPEAKER_00]: I didn't want to admit it until I had no choice and believe me it will not stop until you make a decision or it decides for you.

[SPEAKER_00]: After rereading this email several times over I believe this is everything I wanted to say.

[SPEAKER_00]: Thank you Kevin for giving me a place to submit my entire experience.

[SPEAKER_00]: Best wishes and anonymous.

[SPEAKER_00]: Well, anonymous, thank you so much for this submission.

[SPEAKER_00]: As I mentioned last week, we are being very selective about what we want on the show.

[SPEAKER_00]: Last week we included a point of view that we haven't had before, and this week, your experience ends in a way that is exceptionally rare [SPEAKER_00]: And that is, normally people leave.

[SPEAKER_00]: Normally people stay at a friend's house.

[SPEAKER_00]: I believe this may be the only one, if not one of very few, where you chose to stay, because the activity stopped after your decision to leave was made.

[SPEAKER_00]: that an exceptionally rare set of circumstances, and if anything, it gives more credence to a sentience living with you in that mill.

[SPEAKER_00]: Your experience is also rare in that way we have an entire story, if you will, but we have a multi-layer sitting behind it that will never be answered.

[SPEAKER_00]: That is so much deeper than the story that is in fact the seeds out of which your experience [SPEAKER_00]: Another me is absolutely fascinating how your experience alone is absolutely terrifying yet we all know by listening to it.

[SPEAKER_00]: There is a possible world of terror we can't imagine, that's it behind it.

[SPEAKER_00]: that the chant is all we will never, ever, know.

[SPEAKER_00]: So, anonymous submitter, thank you so much for such an interesting email.

[SPEAKER_00]: Now there will be people out there who will be judging you based on not telling the new tenant what you've experienced.

[SPEAKER_00]: I personally don't have a solid opinion on that, as I did not experience what you did, I can't be in your mind to say whether that was a right or [SPEAKER_00]: What I will say is I think this is one of the most interesting tales we've covered in a long time.

[SPEAKER_00]: So thank you.

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