I was chatting To Gemsy (my housemate) the other day. She'd just been to see her aunt and uncle who have brought her dad's old house off him. Gemsy's aunt went to a medium and had a reading done. The medium told her (among other, accurate, things) that the cold spot in the main bedroom was a spirit and that it would leave now as the house was now a happy one (G's family spent a lot of time shouting and screaming, in bad moods and generally going through shit when she lived there, there were fun times there, but a lot of stress).
Freaky thing is, another friend of ours, Taz, as at G's old place a few years ago and suddenly said "there's a ghost there" and pointed at a door. Guess what door? Yup, the one to the main bedroom.
Taz had also made a comment about my old family home being haunted when she went ther once. I was about 18 or 19 at the time but previous to that these things had happened.
1 - aged 13-14. Me and a friend were sat on my bed talking about her family. She was having a rough time and was quite upset. The doorstop that held my bedroom door open moved out and to the side and the door shut. At exactly the speed you'd shut a door if you saw two people having an emotional conversation and wanted to give them their privacy. About 2 minutes later my dad knocked on the door (it was an unwritten rule in my house thet door open - come on in, door closed - knock and wait).
2- aged 16. A (male) friend slept on the sofa after going to see a band. The next morning he asked me why I'd pulled the sleeping bag off him in the night. I'd been in my room from midnight onwards and the only other person home was my great aunt who couldn't get down the stairs without waking the street up. About 2 months later this "friend" came on a bit strong and scared the crap out of me. I haven't spoken to him since.
3 - aged 17. My boyfriend was sleeping on the sofa. Next morning he says to me "that was really sweet last night". "what?" I answer. "tucking me in when you came downstairs" "I didn't leave my bed".
He explained it that he was laid on the sofa when he saw someone in the corner of his eye. Thinking it was me, he didn't worry, assuming I was coming downstairs for a glass of water. This person walked over to him, pulled the duvet up around him, stoked his hair, and went to the window where they dissappeared.
I asked him to properly descibe this person. His description was me except that she had blonde hair. I asked where he'd first seen her and he pointed to the opposite corner of the room.
The scary bit is that my mum had died on a bed in that corner of the room. All my friend's knew she'd died, but I'd never told them where. The bloke that got dis-sleeping bagged, turned out to be a bastard, the one that got tucked in, is still one of my best friends almost 7 years later.
After telling these stories to other people in the family they've all seen or felt something in that house. I'm really tempted to ask the new owners if she's still keeping watch on the house or if it was just the family she was looking after.
Freaky thing is, another friend of ours, Taz, as at G's old place a few years ago and suddenly said "there's a ghost there" and pointed at a door. Guess what door? Yup, the one to the main bedroom.
Taz had also made a comment about my old family home being haunted when she went ther once. I was about 18 or 19 at the time but previous to that these things had happened.
1 - aged 13-14. Me and a friend were sat on my bed talking about her family. She was having a rough time and was quite upset. The doorstop that held my bedroom door open moved out and to the side and the door shut. At exactly the speed you'd shut a door if you saw two people having an emotional conversation and wanted to give them their privacy. About 2 minutes later my dad knocked on the door (it was an unwritten rule in my house thet door open - come on in, door closed - knock and wait).
2- aged 16. A (male) friend slept on the sofa after going to see a band. The next morning he asked me why I'd pulled the sleeping bag off him in the night. I'd been in my room from midnight onwards and the only other person home was my great aunt who couldn't get down the stairs without waking the street up. About 2 months later this "friend" came on a bit strong and scared the crap out of me. I haven't spoken to him since.
3 - aged 17. My boyfriend was sleeping on the sofa. Next morning he says to me "that was really sweet last night". "what?" I answer. "tucking me in when you came downstairs" "I didn't leave my bed".
He explained it that he was laid on the sofa when he saw someone in the corner of his eye. Thinking it was me, he didn't worry, assuming I was coming downstairs for a glass of water. This person walked over to him, pulled the duvet up around him, stoked his hair, and went to the window where they dissappeared.
I asked him to properly descibe this person. His description was me except that she had blonde hair. I asked where he'd first seen her and he pointed to the opposite corner of the room.
The scary bit is that my mum had died on a bed in that corner of the room. All my friend's knew she'd died, but I'd never told them where. The bloke that got dis-sleeping bagged, turned out to be a bastard, the one that got tucked in, is still one of my best friends almost 7 years later.
After telling these stories to other people in the family they've all seen or felt something in that house. I'm really tempted to ask the new owners if she's still keeping watch on the house or if it was just the family she was looking after.
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