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 mailbox for our first story of today's episode.

This comes from Sam.

Hi Dominovet, love the podcast. My name's Sam, and this happened to me last autumn

when my partner and I took a trip to the Scottish Highlands. Lovely place. We rented a small

cottage near a lock, not isolated exactly, but far enough from the main road that you can hear

nothing but wind and the occasional call of sheep. It was meant to be a quiet week away from

everything. Most evenings we take a walk after dinner along a narrow dirt path that curved past the line of birch trees and led down to the water.

It was peaceful until the third night. That evening the air felt strange, still, heavy,

like before a storm, even though the sky was clear. We were halfway down the path when the temperature dropped suddenly.

I could see my breath.

My partner thought it was just a mountain air calling fast, but then we both heard footsteps behind us.

Soft at first, then quicker, crunching in the gravel.

We turned around expecting to see another walker, but there was no one there.

The path stretched out empty in both

directions. We stood listening and the steps started again. Only now they were beside us,

moving parallel, as if someone was walking just out of sight among the trees. Then came the

smell, faint but sharp, like smoke and iron, cutting through the cold air. My partner said it reminded him

of an old fire pit. I don't know why, but I felt this sudden rush of panic. The kind of

doesn't come from logic, it just hits you. We ran the rest of the way to the lock, and as soon

we reached the water's edge, everything stopped. The air was warm again. The smell was gone, and

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