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Tonight's experiences come to us from Donna, and this is her story.

Hi there, I have come across your podcast months ago now, and have listened to them all most likely more than once, and I eagerly await the next one, but I thought I would have a go at sending

one in myself. For as far back as I can remember, I have had plenty of experiences. Some you could

explain away, but some I can't, and they have been backed up by other people, so how can I deny them?

I have recently started documenting in a type of book all the ones that I can remember,

and to bulk it out a little, I have added some that my parents have told me over the years

that they have experienced. There is a fair few to go on up to now, but the events that I want to

tell you about is one that was both heartwarming, but sometimes terrifying all the same. This one is called

Nana, and you will find out why, but things were not just witnessed by me alone. So here it goes.

So me and my partner at the time lived in a one-bedroom, a three-floor flat, converted from a three-story

house, in Bridlington with our then three-year-old

daughter. Long story short, it was not big enough for a family of three, so we were looking for

somewhere else, and the activity in that flat alone was enough to make us want to move, so we found a

three-bedroom house that was closer to my parents. It was my childhood home, and it was our first

proper family home. My daughter had her very own room, which I love decorating for a little girl.

All was well, and we were happy. It was a three-bedroom house in a quiet cul-de-sac with a garden

and a carport, and even a garage. We really felt like we were going up in the world. We could

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