Parramural experiences don't really work to a time scale and therefore we invite you to listen to a dark minisode.

Hello everyone and welcome back to our first minisode of season 15.

Ever since introducing minisodes to the show a season ago,

these have become some of my favorite episodes to do.

And as we say at the start of this show, The Paranormal Does not work to a time scale.

Now, many may ask, I thought you put the shorter stories on dark bites for

patrons and I do but I also keep some aside for these minisots and there will never be duplication on either side.

So if you're a Patreon, you won't have heard this experience on Darkbite, but you will hear it before everyone else.

I just wanted to address that because as I expected kind of during the season break a few new

patrons were a bit concerned that all's we'd done for the Minnesodes was take some of

the Dark Bight experiences and regurgitate them for this show.

But we don't like to do that.

Everything we like to put out, we like it to be new content. We want them to be new experiences that nobody has heard.

Be that listener a Patreon or not. And today's experience for this minisode comes to us from Vanessa.

And Vanessa writes, good evening. I recently stumbled across your podcast and I found myself

relating to some of the stories that you've shared. And so I've decided to share mine too. My name is Vanessa. I'm now in my

late 20s and the story I'm going to show with you occurred between the ages of 14 and 20.

Growing up my family were close-nitted. We shared most of our days around the dining table, and all subjects were talked about, even the paranormal ones.

I have the best memories in my childhood home.

My sister and I are close in age, and we grew up on a cul-de-sac with a park across the street.

Needless to say, growing up in the 90s meant we had our fair share of grass-stained t-shirts, and we'd play outside

until our mother flashed the lights to signal that it was time for us to come back home.

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