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The Hello and welcome to 31 Days of Terror 2025 and we are on day number six.

And I have three spooky stories for you today.

And story number one comes from Naomi.

In February of this year, my school hosted its annual trip to Washington, D.C.

It's of course paid for Bayou. The school just sets it up with the company.

We left Friday morning on the 14th, Valentine's Day.

We drove the 10 hours to D.C. and we did a bunch of stuff and then went to the hotel, then in the morning did more stuff again.

The spooky stuff that happened was at the 9-11 Memorial. We went to a mall for dinner because the mall was right in front of the Pentagon.

After we ate, we walked over to the memorial. The memorial is basically

a bunch of benches that represent multiple things based on what way they're facing and what

row they're in. So the group was split up by gender and my group of the girls were gathered around

the bench that was for the youngest person that died. It was raining on the walk to the memorial,

but it had stopped at this point. We were all around the bench listening to the guide,

and suddenly clear as day, behind all of us, where there was no one, a heel scraped on the concrete,

and there was a loud, hard stump into the rocks.

Me and two of my other friends were the only ones who heard it and noticed. Others maybe noticed as

well, but just thought it was us because we were the furthest back. The boys group was on the

opposite side at the eldest person's bench, and no other groups

were there.

We just brushed it off, although we were creeped out.

At every place we went to the tour guide gave us a challenge.

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