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Her low, today's story comes from Jamie, a bird watcher.

He says, Dear Danny, I spent the summer holidays with my grandparents in Cornwall.

And one evening I met a man called Paul on a small pebble beach on the Camelestuary.

I started to meet him regularly. He would sit with his dog dog Jack always on the same flat rock.

Paul was in his 50s he was a large man of a Cornish accent.

I never saw him arrive or leave.

I told him about the birds I was watching and he used my telescope.

My grandparents would be up at the campsite on the hill.

My granddad commented that on the evenings he came to the beach to collect me,

neither Paul nor his dog were there.

A few years later, I returned to the beach this time with a girlfriend.

When we arrived I walked at a small cove with the flat rock that Paul sat on.

He wasn't there, but when I got closer I noticed graffiti on the flat stone.

It read R.I.P. Paul and then a surname and the date 16-163 711.09 a year before I first met him.

It is of course completely possible that there is another pool who also sat on the same small rock,

but I've never seen anybody else on that beach. It's tiny, tidal, difficult to access.

I've been back in recent years and the graffiti is still visible, difficult to read, washed away by the tide.

Thank you to Jamie for that eerie story.

Who was Paul? Why did he always appear on that same rock?

Email me your thoughts uncanny at BBC.co. UK

see you tomorrow. I know why so.

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