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The Hello and welcome to me in the episode number 463 of real life ghost stories.

And I have two spooky stories for you today and the last story comes from the 20th of April 2025.

And just to say, I am aware that a Wednesday's episode for some bizarre reason, I skipped forward in time. I don't know how I did that and didn't notice, but anyway, we're back to our April stories. So if you send a story in like April, May and June and you're like, hang on a second, where is my story? It's still coming, don't worry. And story number one today comes from Melissa.

As a young adult, I worked in a horse riding school in Scotland called Great Pastures.

Great Pastures had been literally built from nothing when a husband and wife, Mr and Mrs. B,

bought some land and initially built a house and a small farm.

After some time, they decided to build the horse riding school and stables, and the business went

from nothing to a brilliant success over a short period of time. People would travel for miles

to learn how to ride at great pastures, and it was that well known that even some famous racehorses were stabled there when passing through and needing a place to rest.

I personally started riding lessons at the age of five years old and continued to attend for lessons throughout my childhood, which included volunteering at the weekend and making friends

with other like-minded horsey children. We grew up together, and eventually when it came to

leaving school, some of us chose to pursue careers in teaching horse riding, and became

members of staff at great pastures. By this time, we're young adults working together

who have known each other the majority of their lives. It felt like family. The business, also

being family run, was close-knit and there was just always something special about Great Pastures.

Something, to this day, almost 15 years after its closure, me and my friends still talk about.

We can't put our finger on what it was, but there was just something.

Now there's the backstory. Let's get to some ghosty bits.

My first ever assumption that Great Pastures was special and that there were supernatural happenings

was when Mr. B sadly died on the property. He was old, ill and died at home as he wished. I was just a

teenager at the time and the news was incredibly sad. Like I said, him and Mrs. B had created the

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