Old Rogue
Practically Family
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I rented a large victorian house, which was a former retirement home with a bunch of friends when i left college. On the first night we picked up the keys, my mate and i decided to snaffle the third floor, as it was self contained and had a kitchenette and loo, plus two small, cosy bedrooms. For some reason, we got the heeby-jeebies, bad vibes, whatever you want to call it and bedded down together for the night. We both heard the front door open not long after we turned out the light, then we heard footsteps climbing the stairs to the second floor then nothing. It was a detached property so there was no chance it came from next door at all. Needless to say we had a rather sleepless night! We decided to say nothing to our other flatmates who moved in the following day to see if they noticed anything untoward. Over the course of our stay there, the three chaps who took rooms downstairs ended up sleeping on the second floor or the third floor as they got so spooked. At night time the first floor coridoor was inky black, even with a really bright lightbulb it had shadows and well, just a horrid, malevolent feeling to it, there was a loo on that floor, but most of the guys wouldn't dare walk down the corridoor to use it as they were so spooked and would run upstairs and use our loo. Lights would turn themselves on and off, doors would open or slam shut, it really was not pleasant. We stuck it out for six months and then moved.
My last house was a fourteenth century cottage, occasionally i would hear a child laughing upstairs and the door to the sitting room would open sometimes, especially in the evenings when i was warming my cockles by the fire and after a few minutes gently close itself. I never felt felt frightened, in fact the house had a lovely, warm, cosy feeling to it.
I got to know an old fella Ron who lived down the road, who told me he had lived in my cottage as a boy, as his father was a farm worker and it had been a tithe cottage. This would have been around the 1930's. Sadly his little sister Elsie died from a weak heart when she was about eight. I told him about the voices and the door and he said he was sure it was her as she was always a mischevious little girl and full of fun. From that time on i used to say hello to Elsie when the door opened and goodnight when it shut!
Nice to see you again Miss sofia! That is a scary story. And I have to walk through a dark house to get to my bed when I turn in for the night in a few minutes, yikes!!!