Hello and welcome back to Monday Mail Time on the Paranormal Activity podcast with me, producer Dom,

where we're going to your experiences and your story. So, without further ado, let's dive into

the mailbag for our first story of today's episode. This comes from Toby.

Hiya, I've been debating with to send this in, but I still can't explain what happened, and it stayed with me for years. This took place in Sheffield, in a small ground floor council flat where I was staying with my cousin while she recovered from surgery. It was a quiet place, built in the late 1970s, nothing particularly old or dramatic, no stories attached to it, no reputation, at least none that I knew of. One evening, after my cousin had

gone to bed, I stayed up on a sofa in the main room, scrolling on my phone, the TV was off,

the lights were low, everything felt normal until I became aware of a strange sensation,

like the air itself was growing heavier, not colder, heavier. It felt as though the room

was slowly compressing, as if the space around me was shrinking.

My ears began to ache slightly the way they do when you change altitude. I tried to ignore it, but then the floor beneath my feet vibrated once, sharply, like a distinct impact.

The flat was completely still otherwise, then came the pressure. It felt as if something unseen had entered the

room, not a shape, not a presence I could see, but a force. My chest tightened, not painfully,

just enough to make you feel very aware of my own heartbeat. But lights flickered once and

steadied again. I stood up, intending to move closer to the door, when the sensation peaked.

For about five seconds, I felt as though someone was standing directly in front of me.

Close enough that I instinctively leaned back, even though there was nothing there.

And then it stopped. The weight lifted. The pressure vanished.

The room returned to normal so suddenly it made me dizzy.

I spent the rest of the night sitting there, lights on, trying to rationalise it.

The next morning, without prompting, my cousin asked, did you feel it last night? She told me it happened to her before, always in that same room, always late in the evening. She described it exactly the same way, no sounds, no shapes, just the feeling that the space itself was being occupied by something that didn't belong. I don't know what it was. I don't think it was dangerous, but whatever it was it wasn't imagined, and it made me realize that sometimes the most frightening hauntings aren't things you see or hear, but things you feel.

Toby, your story is one of those that quietly crawls under the skin and just stays there. The more I sit with it, the more unsettling it becomes,

not because of what you saw, but because of what you felt. And honestly, those are often the most authentic paranormal encounters of all. You weren't primed for it. You weren't in an old

asylum or so-called haunted house. You're in a fairly modern cancelled flat, doing something

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