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

And we have one story today and our story comes from Anonymous.

Before I get into it, I just want to say,

I'm not the kind of person who makes assumptions about what does or does not exist

outside of the physical reality that we as humans experience.

I believe in what we call God, which to me is simply what the omniscient, creative and

constructive force in the universe is.

I'm a pretty devoted Catholic, and I believe in Jesus, his teachings, hell, the devil, and all that

fun stuff. But I'm also a huge physics nerd. I even majored in it for a while in college.

And I also believe that there is so much that we don't understand about the universe,

that to simply identify inexplicable phenomenon as ghosts,

and assume that we understand the nature of these entities is nothing short of gross ignorance.

I'm not going to tell you what I think this was, that I experienced.

I can only tell you what literally happened,

what my reality was and how I felt at the time. I absolutely and positively swear that I have not

fabricated or even exaggerated in the slightest one single detail in this story. This just happened.

And all I know is that I can't explain it.

Between the upper and lower peninsulas of the state of Michigan, between two of America's

great lates, sits Mackinow Island. On this island is one of the most famous historic hotels

in America, the Grand Hotel. The hotel is massive

and hosts a department of around 12 musicians who work full time, performing various gigs in various

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