Hello and welcome back to Monday Mail Time with me Producer Dom on the Paranormal Activity podcast will be diving to your experiences in your stories.

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

Hiya, I'm Eleanor, and Parmy worries that even saying this story out loud gives it more weight,

but I'm going to tell you anyway.

Here it goes.

This happened around 10 years ago in Leeds.

Late one evening when a group of us went bowling after a meal.

It was near closing time and the place had thinned out until it felt strangely hollow.

Lowell machine's still running, but hardly any people left.

We were put on the last lane at the far end, slightly separated from the others.

From the moment we started playing, that lane felt different.

Not cold, not dark, just quiet in a way that didn't match the rest of the building.

Sound seemed flatter, like they weren't echoing properly.

The first odd thing happened when I took my second turn. I rolled the ball, Sounds seemed flatter, like they weren't echoing properly. The first

odd thing happened when I took my second turn. I rolled the ball, a decent throw, nothing special,

and before it even reached the end, the pins reset themselves. No noise in the machinery,

no error message. Just upright again, pristine and waiting. We laughed, machines glitch,

fine. But then it happened again on the next

throw, and then again on mine. On the third time I felt this strange hesitation before letting

go of the ball, like a pressure in my chest. I released it anyway and halfway down the lane

the pin snapped upright once more, sharper and fast than before. Almost impatient. That's when

the ball did something that still turns my stomach when I think about it. It slowed, stopped completely and then began

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