Just a quick FYI before we start this episode, I currently have a very horse Phoebe voice

and I'm gonna tell you now that it does not get any better than this throughout this episode.

So if you feel like it's not gonna be something that you want to listen to just feel free to skip

this one. Hopefully Friday's one my voice will sound better. Secondly, I also had to record this

episode in a bathroom randomly and because of that there is a slight echo. The sound is slightly

different than the one it normally is. It's not unlistable, don't worry, but just wanted to let you

know that it's not a permanent thing. I just, you know, these things happen. That's life. Anyway, enjoy.

Hello and welcome to many episode 135 of Real Life Ghost Stories. Just before we begin,

you're gonna have to excuse my sexy Phoebe sick voice. I left this to the last minute to try

and get my voice as good as possible before I recorded, but it has not improved. So we're just

gonna go for it as is. And I have four spooky stories for you today and the last story comes from

the 6th of July 2021 and story number one comes from Dylan. A few years ago, my partner and I

moved into a new house to rent. It was an older house, but was decently priced and had great potential.

As we couldn't afford the rent on our own, we had to advertise for a few flatmates, and before

we knew it, we had filled the house with a decent group of people. My partner and I shared an

ensuite bedroom which was located on the top floor of the house. One day, I was in the bathroom

doing my makeup. I left the bathroom door at jar, which led into our room, but I had our bedroom door

shut as I enjoyed the quiet. Suddenly, I heard our closet door in the bedroom open and a few

loud footsteps against the carpet behind the open door. I figured this was my partner,

who must have snuck into our room without me hearing the bedroom door open. Hi, I called out

still focusing on myself in the mirror. His voice immediately answered back, hi, I remember smiling

and asking, what are you doing? To which he replied, nothing. For some reason, the way he said it

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