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 our first story of today's episode. This comes from Molly.

I've never told the story publicly before, but I think this podcast is the right place for it.

That certainly is the case, Moll. This happened in Birmingham about six years ago. I was walking

home late one evening after visiting a friend. To cut time, I took a shortcut through a small

residential playground, top of two rows of houses. It wasn't a park exactly, just a fenced

area with swings, a slide and a rubber safety

surface underfoot.

I'd walk through dozens of times before without thinking twice.

But that night, the moment I set inside the gate something felt wrong.

The air felt thick.

Not cold or warm, just heavy, like moving through resistance.

Every sound from the surrounding streets faded away.

No cars, no distant voices.

Even my own footsteps sounded dull, as if they were being swallowed by the ground.

Halfway across the swings began to move.

There was no wind.

I remember that clearly because I checked my phone just before entering and it was completely

still outside, but the swing started rocking slowly, perfectly in sync, creaking in a steady

rhythm that made my stomach drop. Then the slide let out a sharp metallic scrape, like something heavy shifting on it.

I told myself it was just old equipment settling, but when I tried to keep walking, I realized I couldn't tell where the exit was anymore.

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