Hello and welcome back to Monday Mel's I'm 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 to the mailbag for our first story of today's episode and this comes from Jimmy

Hi love the show. I never thought I'd send in a story, but something happened to me last autumn in Camden Market and it still unnerzy when I think about it I was

wandering through one of the narrow outdoor lanes packed with still selling

jewelry handmade candles quirky art all the usual candom stuff it was busy loud

colorful nothing spooky about it at all then I walked the store selling Vintes

trinkets old keys badges coins that sort thing, and everything around me went silent.

Now look it quiet down slowly, I mean instantly silent. No chatter, no music from the nearby speaker, no footsteps on the pavement, just a sudden complete drop in sound, like someone had muted the world.

I stopped walking thinking maybe I stepped in some kind of insulated space or someone's

recording setup, but I was still outdoors.

People were moving around me, but they made no sound.

Even my own footsteps didn't make a noise when I shifted my weight.

Then from the old trinket stole, one small object, an old metal key, slid across the table toward me.

Not fast, not thrown, just moved, smoothly. Like someone

completely invisible nudged it in my direction. The silence broke just as suddenly as it started.

The noise snapped back in, laughed, the footsteps, the buzz in the market. I actually flinch them how

loud it felt. The key had stopped right at the edge of the stool, as if waiting for me to pick it up.

The stall owner came back at that moment, they stepped away for only a second and asked if I needed anything. I didn't know how to explain what just happened, so I pointed at the key. But looked confused and said, strange. That one never stayed in place. Customers said it as a mind of its own. I didn't buy it. I didn't want it anywhere near me. me, I walked away fast, but for the rest of the day I kept hearing brief moments, just half a second where everything would drop into that

same impossible silence. It hasn't happened since, but every time I visit a market now, I

feel myself watching the tables a little more closely, just in case something else decides

to move. Jimmy, the moment I read your story, I felt that familiar chill, because what

you experience

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