From April 2011 to April 2012, myself and 5 friends (all mid-twenties) shared a house in Bow, East London. My bedroom which I shared with my then boyfriend was the only bedroom at the front of the house facing the street. There was one bedroom at the back, one at the side and one downstairs. The living room, kitchen and bathroom were located downstairs.
I have had countless unexplainable experiences and wasn't surprised when I started having them in our new house. At first it was the light continuously switching on and off in my bedroom (my boyfriend moved in June 2011). It would happen about 20 - 30 times a minute to the point where I'd opt to sit in the dark rather than continuously keep switching the light back on. I didn't mention anything to my housemates at first, not wanting to freak them out. Then things started to happen when there were more people in the room to witness.
The lights in the living room started turning on and off. We asked the landlord to check the electrics, there was nothing wrong there. We tried changing light bulbs, that didn't work. Once my then boyfriend moved into my room, that's when things started getting really strange. When we wanted some alone time we'd lock our bedroom door, the door would then fly open and when you'd turn the knob (a round one) you'd find the lock was still on the door and you'd have to unlock it to shut the door again. I asked a locksmith friend to check the lock and he couldn't find anything wrong with it. We tested it a few times, we couldn't open it from the outside if it was locked but it would always fly open if we left it locked for longer than 20 minutes, it didn't matter if windows were open or closed. In the end we'd just leave the door unlocked.
Another time my housemate was brushing her teeth in the downstairs bathroom one morning when the cup that holds all the toothbrushes flew into the sink and broke into tiny pieces. The cup was on a flat shelf and there were no windows or doors open that might have caused this.
On several occasions a few of us would be sitting in the living room (my bedroom is directly above) and we'd be able to hear footsteps coming from upstairs. There was no one up there and as mentioned before, that side of the house isn't attached to any neighbours; it's at the end of the street.
The incident that scared me the most was when I was in bed alone, my ex had gone away. I was in bed and heard a really loud sigh coming from inside my room. I was too terrified to open my eyes so I just lay there for about an hour before I eventually fell asleep. The next day I phoned my boyfriend and he told me he'd heard the exact same thing 2 nights before when I had been out but didn't tell me because he hadn't wanted me to be scared while he was away. About a month before we moved out we heard tiny footsteps coming from the attic, the only way into the attic above our house is from our housemates room but she was fast asleep. They moved from one corner of the room to another, before speeding up and then disappearing completely. By the looks on each others faces, we knew we weren't imagining it.
We had a friend come to stay in our living room for a week or so. He hadn't met all of the housemates as he'd arrived late. The next morning he was sure he'd had a conversation with a man in the night. The only man in the house that night was my boyfriend who didn't fit the description and was 100% sure he hadn't had a conversation with my friend. This possibly could have been a dream but with the other occurrences that happened while we lived there, I am not so sure. My friend didn't know anything about our ghost and he was really freaked out.
We tried to find out info from the neighbours about the history of the house, it was built before the war and used to be a cobblers. Our next door neighbour had lived next door for over 30 years and said I should ask him again about the history when we had moved out. I didn't get a chance but I might go back one day soon to find out. I was intrigued he didn't want to tell us while we were living there.
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