Hello and welcome to 30 Days of Terror Day 13!

How you do? Dan wouldn't let me record this episode yesterday because he didn't want to finish on 13.

So we're gonna be doing two episodes back to back today recording them but also speaking of conspiracy theories.

I just watched that Jeffrey Epstein thing on Netflix. I lost blown my mind and my tinfoil hat is firmly on for this episode.

I was going around and beeping as we speak. So every story I'm going to be like there's a conspiracy behind this, a governmental conspiracy.

When you see Emma's tattoos in a couple of days time and she gets new ones, if you notice a little cue you'll know what she means.

I don't get it. I'll explain it to you later.

Oh I really, I don't understand the joke. People will understand this, so you can't run.

Thanks if you explained to me when we were off air that'd be great. I've got three stories for you today. Are you ready? Never ready.

Story number one comes from Kaylee.

This story spans about 20 years in one house, my childhood house. We'd been living in the house for 15 years before anything started.

The house was normal and nothing had ever happened. No one in our house was into anything paranormal. My dad was a policeman, my mom worked in an office, and me and my little brother were in school.

After my parents had an extension built, that's when everything changed.

Now before I tell you what happened, I need to explain the setup of the house. The bottom of the house is quite large, with a garden that wraps around the whole of the house.

You can only access the garden from the front gate or the front driveway. The garden is fairly large, and we live on a very quiet road.

When I was 13 I did a paper round and was always up super early and when I got home my parents would still be in bed so I would sit and watch TV with my brother.

One Saturday morning watching cartoons, I had just done my paper round and it had been snowing, which had settled, however it was still very sunny outside.

There was a glare on the living room wall from the window, and I saw the shadow of a man on the wall, as if he were walking past the living room window in our garden.

With having a policeman for a dad, we were told to be extra vigilant, and always check things out that we didn't think were right.

I rushed to the window and saw no one in the garden. I then ran to the back window where the man was headed, and again there was nobody there.

I ran outside via the back door, and there were no footprints in the snow. I told my parents, and they didn't believe me.

Fast forward a few months and nothing else happened that anyone noticed. However I started hearing somebody calling my name.

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