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 Chloe.

Hi, I want to share something that happened a few years ago when I was studying abroad in the UK.

I spent a lot of time at the University Library. It was one of those gorgeous old Victorian buildings, the kind of towering shelves, spiral staircases, a windows that let in hardly any light on a cloudy day.

One evening I stayed later than usual, finishing up an essay. Most of the building had emptied out, and I was on the top floor, in a section of students

called The Crying Room.

It got my nickname because it was so isolated, perfect for breakdowns before deadlines.

About an hour in, I suddenly felt the air shift.

It wasn't a draft, it was more like the pressure in the room had changed.

My ears popped slightly, and then I heard it. the sound of someone sobbing quietly, muffled,

but close by.

I froze.

I knew I was the only one up there, I looked around and nothing.

The crying continued, soft but desperate, almost like it was coming from inside the shelves

themselves. I walked slowly along the aisle thinking maybe another student slipped in, but the sound didn't move.

It was everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

The strangest part, books began sliding forward from the shelves, not falling, not dropping,

just sliding forward one by one, as if someone was brushing past them.

Four or five in a row, then it stopped. And so did the crying. I was so rattled, I packed up and left

immediately. A week later, I mentioned it to Professor who had been at the university for decades.

He wasn't surprised. He told the library was built on the site of an infirmary, and during a cholera outbreak in the 19th century, they kept patients there who didn't make it.

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