Hello, welcome to the mini episode 67 of Real Life Ghost Story.

How you do?

I've got two gorgeous listener stories for you today.

Are you ready?

Never ready.

And story number one comes from Annie.

In 2012, I lived in Sheppard's Bush in London in a massive Georgian terrace house.

I say massive because the house had me and eleven other housemates.

It was pretty big.

Luckily I got on really well with all the housemates.

Okay, except one, but there's always that one, isn't there?

There were seven bedrooms in this house, and all couples lived there except me and one

other person, oddly enough the same housemate that was the odd one.

So it was a pretty busy house a lot of the time.

It wasn't on the main road, it was a road off it, so there were never any big trucks going

past and there weren't any bus routes down the road either.

It was an old house, so things like noises, settling floorboards sounding like footsteps,

and flickering lights could be put down to age.

So I won't document all of those happenings because I can easily rationalise them away.

One day I was home on my own.

What I thought I was on my own.

I went downstairs to the living room to watch some TV on my lunch break.

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