Hello and welcome to Mini Episode 83 of Real Life Gold Stories.

To kick things off this week we need to thank our newest Patreon Subscribers.

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appreciated and you are so loved and I am grateful for you every single day. And I have three

listener stories for you today and the last story is from August the 10th 2020. Story number

one comes from Ashley. I know that most people cannot remember anything from when they were a baby,

but I have had one memory that has stuck with me for a very long time. To give some context,

I lived in a four bedroom house with my mum, my dad, and my older brother. The fourth bedroom

was a spare room for storage, which used to be a playroom. And the fourth bedroom had a long

corridor which led towards the rest of the landing where all the other rooms were. It was quite

separated from the rest of the house and always creeped me out when growing up because the corridor

had no windows and the only light shining into it came from the spare room window. It made for a

very dark corridor and the floorboards seemed to creak a lot in that area. When I was very, very young,

the type of age where you can't really remember back to, my mum had put me into my cart in the spare

room while my brother who was three years older than me was playing with his toys on the floor.

My mum was watching over us, but for some reason she took my brother out of the room.

While I was alone in the room, I could vividly remember a whisper of someone next to me,

but nobody was there. And the annoying thing is, I can't remember what was being whispered to me,

but it is something that has stuck with me my entire life as I remember the smooth tone of the

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