Hello and welcome back to Monday Mail Time with me, Producer Dom, on the Paranormal Activity podcast where we dive into your experiences and your stories.

So, without further ado, let's dive into the mailbag for our first story of today's episode.

This comes from Lewis.

Hiya, my name's Lewis and I'm from Manchester.

I'd never really believed in ghosts,

but something happened when I was doing some evening maintenance work on my old secondary school

that I really can't explain. It was early spring and the building was empty except for me and

the site manager. I volunteered to help repaint one of the older classrooms before it got refurbished.

The place had that stale, dusty smell that old schools get, and every sound echoed.

I was halfway through painting one of the walls when I heard a drawer slide open behind me.

Not slam, not creak, just that slow, unmistakable scrape of wood or metal.

I turned around, expecting maybe a draught had caught one, but the room was still.

The drawers in those desks were heavy,

stiff from decades of use. You had to tag hard to open them. One of the drawers, right in the

middle row, was now wide open. I laughed nervously, went over and pushed it shut. The moment it clicked,

another drawer, two rows over, slid open. I stood there staring, paintbrush in hand, when

the site manager came in. He could see I look pale and asked what was wrong. I told him,

expecting him just to shrug it off, instead he frowned and said, which desk? I pointed and he just

sighed, like it wasn't the first time. He told me that the room used to be a typing classroom back in the 1950s, and one of the

teachers, Miss Darby, was known for being particular about her students keeping their desk

tidy.

Apparently, after she passed away, teachers who used to joke that Miss Darby would check

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