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

producer Dom, where we dive into your experiences and your stories.

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

This comes from Danny.

Hi, love the podcast.

I've never told this story before, mostly because it sounds ridiculous when I say out loud, but it

generally happened to me about six years ago when I was working part-time at a little clothing

boutique in Brighton. One evening I was closing up alone. It was a slow day, so the shop was

already tidy, and all I had left to do was finish sorting a delivery in a stockroom at

the back. The shot wasn't old or creepy.

It was bright, modern, nothing atmospheric at all. That's why what happened to me still bothers me.

I was sorting shirts onto a rail in the stock room when I heard a sharp clack behind me.

I turned around. One of the empty metal hangers on a separate rack was slowly swinging,

like someone had just flicked it. Not wildly, just a gentle, steady motion. I figured they must have brushed the rack earlier without noticing. I went

back to work. A moment later, another hanger started moving, then another, until three of them

were lightly tapping against each other in a rhythm, perfectly spaced, like someone was deliberately

pushing them one by one. The air felt completely

normal. No draft, no vibration, nothing that could cause it. I stepped closer to the rack and

the movement stopped instantly. Every hangar became perfectly still. I backed up a few steps. The

hanger in the middle twitched. Just once, like a warning. I grabbed my bag, locked the stop

room door behind me and waited outside the shop into my manager arrived to collect the keys.

I didn't tell her exactly what happened, just as something felt wrong.

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