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The Hello and welcome to mini episode number 516 of real life ghost stories and I have three spooky

stories for you today and the last story comes from the 15th of January 2026 and story number

one comes from Sophie. I can't remember exactly what age,

but I would probably say I was somewhere between aged 8 and 11. Every summer I would go to a family

hog roast with my parents and my nana and granddad. One year in particular I remember very well.

As I was a clingy child and didn't like going anywhere on my own, such as even going to the toilet, someone would always come with me. My family we were

visiting lived on a farm so the toilet we would use would be in their on-site caravan, so that none of

the guests had to go into their house. It got dark, but there were many lights around.

My nana and I both got up to go to the caravan to use the toilet,

but before we could even take a step,

we saw a man walking up the caravan steps and go inside.

He had the light behind him, so it was more of a silhouette, full but solid.

We said to each other something like,

oh, someone's beat us to it. We'll wait here a minute. We were facing the door from where we were sitting and were looking out over there deliberately, so that we could go as soon as he came

out. But he never came back out. We waited and waited until eventually my nana said something to my cousin, telling her that

we saw a man walk in there a while ago, but he hasn't come out and we needed to use the toilet.

She went in to check and there was absolutely nobody in there. Not one person in that whole

tiny caravan. We looked at each other absolutely gone out.

What do you mean?

My nana asked.

We just saw a man go in there.

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