Paranormal Whisper: When the Music Stopped.

I was 21 when I took a caretaker's job at a youth club hall in Cornwall, cleaning up after the Friday night discos once all the kids had gone home. It sounded simple enough at the time. Sweep the floor, stack the chairs, wipe down the toilets, lock the doors, and head home. But there was something about that building after midnight that never felt empty, no matter how still it looked. The silence ...