Hello and welcome to 31 Days of Terror Day Number 1.

It is the first of October, it is spooky season and what better way to celebrate spooky season than to have 31 days of spooky awesome listener stories.

Just to give you guys a little breakdown as to how things are going to go for this month, we are going to do 31 days of listener stories.

There will not be main episodes for the month of October, but there will be Patreon episodes as per usual.

And speaking of which, I would like to thank some very important new Patreon subscribers. So I would like to thank Carolina W. Lee Lewis, Deb, Ashley, Iaflyce, Matthew Trier, Nicole Gallagos, Rebecca, Shannon Patrice, Brittany Andrewjack, Yerit De Leon, Mark Chandler, Stephanie, Katie Mullin, Carolyn Kay, Jin Spook,

Carol Ramos, Jennifer Wilson, Lauren Alexander, Kieran Jordan, and Lisa Cooper.

Thank you so much for subscribing to our Patreon. You are so appreciated every single day. And I have got four lovely listener stories for you today.

And the last story comes from August 23rd, 2020, and story number one comes from Holly.

When I was 13, my parents had been divorced for about two years, and I was living with my mom and my brother in a flat above an estate agent.

Just to set the scene, I hated that flat. It was recently renovated, and I've never been able to find any strange history on the building, but I always felt like I was being watched by sinister presence.

To enter the flat, I had to go around the back of the shop, open the front door, which beeped for security, up a steep flight of stairs, and then could turn left towards my mom or my brother's room, or turn right and go down a hallway to my room or the living room or the rest of the flat.

One night, I convinced my mom to go on her Christmas work party, as she never went out and deserved a nice night.

Being the older sister and a strappy teenager, I insisted I could babysit my younger brother, who was around eight at the time.

My mom left at around eight. I'd put my brother to bed at nine, and was watching TV in my room. When at around 11, I decided to go to sleep.

I was waiting to fall asleep when I heard voices. My room had a step down into it, so if you crouch down, you could see under my door and down the hall to the top of the stairs.

I didn't want to start my mom if she brought a friend's home, but I wanted to see who it was because I'm nosy.

So I crouched down and looked through the crack at the bottom of the door. It was dark, but the street light outside the whole window was enough to give a clear view.

I heard women talking and walking up the stairs. I could physically hear the footsteps on the stairs, but couldn't quite make out what the women were saying.

I remember getting nervous, an apprehensive knowing something wasn't right, because they hadn't turned the light on, and the front door hadn't beaped.

The footsteps and talking got louder until they reached the top of the stairs and rounded the corner heading towards the living room, and then everything went quiet.

My heart was beating so fast I could hear it in my head, because all the time I tracked the women talking and walking, I saw nothing.

Not a damn thing. And that's what I really panicked.

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