For this episode, I'm going to read one of my favourite reader submitted stories.

So somebody that read one of my books and contacted me with their own really strange and unexplained experiences.

And actually, if you've had strange and unexplained experiences yourself, then do feel free to send me an email because if you would like me to, I could read it on my podcast or maybe even interview you want it.

My email is Steph Young Author at gmail.com, S-T-E-P-H-Y-O-U-N-G-O-N-G-O-G-O-C-O-G-O-C-G-M. Thank you.

I had a long correspondence with a lady called Trista a couple of years ago.

It's a very strange story.

It's like a haunting, but it goes a lot deeper than that too.

She wrote to me, nine years ago, I moved to a new house with my mother and her boyfriend.

It was deep in the woods, near a quarry outside of a small town of Frankton, near Beckworth,

Ontario. A few months go by, and I went into the city to meet up with my friends. On the way

back to the house, I took a cab. I let the cab drop me off at the end of the dirt road. About a 15-minute walk in the woods back to my house. I thought I'd try to save some money by walking. Bad mistake. The only light on the dirt road was one streetlight, on a back road intersecting with the dirt road. Fields and wooded

area just surrounded me. As I was walking, it was getting darker as I moved away from the street light.

In front of me was a field of wheat. Suddenly, something started running in front of me. I figured it might have been a deer, but after it started to circle round me on the dirt road

and in the fields, I knew it wasn't.

It was calculated, and it was taunting me.

I ran as fast as I could in the pitch black, on a dirt road, to the closest house.

I locked on the door, 2 a.m., and asked them

if I could come in. Something was following me. Well, they gave me a drive home, deeper into the

woods towards my house. I do believe I was going to die that night if I had not run to that

house. Well, fast forward to three years later,

I'd moved into a friend's house and rented a room. I knew something wasn't right about the house,

because every night, around 3 a.m., I would hear chanting, Indian chanting perhaps. The house was old and there was still old medicine left

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