This is a real ghost stories online extra.

Hello, this is Jack from Essex, England again.

I called in around this time last year, actually, about the quote-on-quote got me gotcha,

the spirit that seemingly followed my ex from her childhood.

So, new story from my Wien years, which was about 5,000 years ago now, I was pretty much the

designated technical support from everyone, for all everyone I knew since like age eight.

And there was this one time I was at a friend's house

and I would have been like 12 or 13 at the time and I'd been asked to fix his

sister's computer in her room I'd been there about 30 30 minutes working way

way through the thousands of pieces of malware she had somehow

downloaded mostly from those you know free smiley ads that used to scream at

you when you load your web page if you remember those everyone else my friend

my friend is mom my mom his sister were all sort of outside at the time.

And her room is kind of oddly placed, if you can imagine.

It's kind of at the end of an upstairs corridor, a bit of a weird angle directly next to her door is my friend's bedroom.

So when you're in an evil room, you can't really see what's going on in the corridor

because the door itself mostly blocks your view.

The spot where our computer was was like the only place in the room where you really had

a decent view with the corridor.

So I'm working away and out of the corner of my eyes, see someone turn from

climbing the stairs and start coming down the corridor. And I think nothing of it at a time. I say,

hey, and I keep focusing on the computer. Like, no response, but I'm still focusing on trying to

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