Hello and welcome to day number six of 31 days of terror to kick things out of the

time.

K. Angela. Miriam. Christina Everhart. Natalie Cochran. Holly Adams. Lorenzo Chavez.

Malia Price. Timothy Nail. And Suzanne Mass. Thank you so much for subscribing to the

patreon. I appreciate you every single day. And I have seven listener stories for you today.

And story number one comes from Matthew. From the age of 1622 I was a waiter in an old

stately home called Eastwell Manor. The manor house itself dates back to the 16th century

and is of great historical significance. Queen Victoria's great granddaughter lived there

and it is also the burial place for Richard the Third's illegitimate son. As you can imagine

given its age and its placement deep in the Kent countryside it is not short of ghost stories.

One such ghost is that of a horseman often seen riding up the driveway to the house itself

before heading off suddenly and disappearing into the lake. Another is that of a white lady

often seen roaming the sellers. In my six years of employment I can't say I witnessed

anything as substantial as that. However strange activity was a regular occurrence. Events

that could only be described as abnormal. This is the story of one such event. My best friend

and I used to work in the restaurant in a building separate from the main house. As we were

the eldest of the waiting staff we often did the late shifts together. We were working

a late shift together one night no different from any other night. That was until about

midnight. All of the customers had gone home and we were setting up the restaurant for

the morning shift. Polishing plates, sorting out the money etc. We were standing at the

counter in the restaurant just having a laugh, chatting about music. When behind us we

could hear noises coming from behind the kitchen door. We knew for a fact that we were the

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