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The Hello and welcome to 31 Days of Terror 2025 and we are on day number 11 and I have one spooky story for you today and our story comes from Anonymous.

Back in about 2006 or 2007, I was living in

Scotland with my now ex. We had taken over running a small hotel in the highlands that hadn't been

open for a while and was generally a bit grubby. We didn't have a car and were dropped at the location

with the keys, with the idea that we would generally clean up and get ready to start taking guests and open the bar.

After settling in and looking around the first night, I started the clean up the next day.

An old beat-up dresser in one of the rooms upstairs had caught my eye. The mirror had been broken,

probably long ago. But cleaning it up, I thought it would make a nice entranceway table for the

lobby. So dragging it down the stairs to the storage area in the back of the kitchen, I started

cleaning it up when I felt someone walk into the room behind me, so instinctively

I stopped what I was doing and turned to look.

Seeing no one, I realised I was alone, as the only other person who was in this locked

hotel with me had gone for a walk.

Back to cleaning, I felt it again, reflexively turning to see who was there.

No one. It went on like this for some time. Sanding the old dresser feels like someone walks.

I stop, I look up, still no one. This went on for a while.

And it was just more on an instinct than anything else.

You can sense someone walking up behind you and you turn around.

I had concluded that it must have been people on the street catching my eye.

And because I was in a back room on the far side of the building away from the road,

they were somehow being reflected from a window that was reflecting another window or something.

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