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It is the Halloween Advent calendar, a brand new case every day until Halloween.

Today's comes from an uncanny listener who wants to remain anonymous.

She says, dear Danny, my mother and I live in a thatched cottage built in 1670, one of a group of

four that backs onto fields.

One day when the house next door was for sale,

an estate agent knocked on our door and asked my mum

to stop her child playing in the pond

as it was putting off prospective buyers. I was the only young girl in the area and

never played in the pond. After the sale went through we were reading about the

local history of the area and learned of a young girl who drowned in that pond in the early 1900s. The new owner

also heard this story and decided to fill in the pond with concrete. The young

girl was never sighted again until a few weeks ago.

My mother had recently built a small pond in our own back garden.

The context of the last pond did not even enter our minds.

It was around 11 p.m. I was sitting on the

sofa in our conservatory backing onto the garden. My phone was off, my mother was asleep,

there were in the cars, no people, it was dead silent. And then I heard a young child giggle.

It was right behind me where the new pond is. I immediately looked out the door.

There was nothing, no one. But I heard the laugh crisp and audible I'm a

skeptic but my first thought was that the girl who drowned had found a new pond

to play in shivers down my spine. What do we make of this? Let me know your

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