My name is Ami, I'm 22 and would like to firstly apologize for the length of my story. So my story begins when I was 17, I had decided to leave home and go live with my partner as I had recently found out we were expecting our first child. We rented a small bedsit in Sunderland for six months while we saved to rent a house straight opposite my mum back in our home town of Seaham. At eight months pregnant we had finally moved into our new house and the day we moved in is the day things began to happen.
As we were just starting out we didn't have a lot of furniture, in fact most of it was baby furniture lol. My dad and partner decided to put all the baby furniture up (ready for my son when he was born) in the back bedroom while I, being huge and weak at the time, got busy unpacking ornaments downstairs. I started to put the ornaments onto the fireplace that was in the living room. As I placed the main ornament on the fireplace I heard a huge bang from upstairs so went up to see if everything was ok. When I got there I found my partner putting the baby's cot up and my dad pushing a huge oak chest of drawers across the room into the far corner. I jokingly asked what they had broke that caused the huge bang and they both just looked at me like I'd gone mad. They hadn't heard it. I just assumed something had fell and didn't bother to go look.
Like I said we didn't have much, just basics, so within a few hours everything was sorted. Around 9pm I decided a bath and a take away was the plan so off I went. To get upstairs we had 4 open stairs in the dining room and once you were up them you had to turn left and climb the rest and at the top was just a wall. To the left was a step into the bathroom and to the right was a step up to long corridor (about 20ft) with my bedroom door right at the end facing towards the bathroom and my son's door right by the opening of the corridor. It had no windows and only one light switch which was outside the bathroom door.
As I got to the top I looked down the corridor and immediately felt uneasy, in fact I'd say scared. I put the corridor light on and went off for my bath. While I was in the bath I heard footsteps around outside the door, then what sounded like furniture being moved about. I assumed it was Kev, my partner, rearranging things. It went quiet after about 20 minutes. When I came out the bathroom the hallway light was off. I went downstairs and continued the night as planned.
Around midnight we decided it was time to hit the hay. Kev was in front of me going up the stairs. He put the hall light on and just stopped and looked confused, then asked me why I had moved stuff. I got to the top to see what he was talking about to find the heavy oak drawers my dad pushed into the far corner of my son's room was now in the the hallway, on its side with boxes piled ontop, the bedroom doors wide open and right above the upturned drawers the loft hatch was open. I told him that I obviously hadn't done it, being 8 months pregnant I barely had the strength to lift a pint of milk, never mind drag oak drawers and boxes out and get up to the loft.
A few weeks passed before anything else happened, then things started to move, specifically cups of tea. I know it sounds silly and people often misplace things and at first I thought it was baby brain. I'd have a drink, put it down then a few hours later find it in random places, in the bedroom, in the garden, on top of the fridge. I assumed I'd just put it there and forgot, then it started happening to Kev as well.
In January I finally had our son Mathew. The day we came home the first thing Kev did was put the kettle on to find all the cups and tea bags had gone. He looked around downstairs and couldn't find them. He then went upstairs to find in the hallway all the cups lined up perfectly, with a tea bag in each of them and the rest of the tea bags scattered across the the floor. Nobody had been in the house for two days. Although it sounds silly and like a kid playing a prank, the feelings we got from it made me feel scared.
That night we got the baby settled and had a well deserved early night. Early hours in the morning I woke up thinking Mathew was crying and sat up, looked over to his cot which was at the bottom of my bed and saw an old woman walking towards him. Although I wasn't scared, I was frozen. I couldn't move or make a sound, all I could do was watch as she walked towards him and leaned right into his cot as if she was giving him a kiss. Then she walked over by the door, turned to me and smiled, like she was proud, then she left. As soon as she was gone I was able to move and I ran over to check on him and he was fast asleep and fine.
In the morning when I thought about it I assumed I had dreamt the whole thing and didn't say anything. A few days later we were visiting Kev's mother when she showed me a photograph of Kev's great gran and she was the same woman from my bedroom. I blurted out what had happened and Kev's mum started laughing. She didn't believe me until I mentioned a grey cardigan and red slippers she had on and her face went straight. She couldn't believe it was her gran. Ada had died around 20 years before I was even born so I couldn't have possibly known about her, even Kev had never met her.
Over the next few months not a lot happened other then noises, bangs and footsteps. Sometimes things would move and quite regularly there'd be a thick mist in different parts of the house. Sometimes we'd catch a dark figure from the corner of our eyes, particularly on the stairs or in our bedroom.
Then one night my mum was babysitting and we decided to open a bottle of wine and have a cozy night infront of the TV when we heard voices upstairs. The first reaction was to protect ourselves and investigate. I ran and grabbed a fire poker. Kev, on the other hand, ran to the kitchen in the dark, thought he'd grabbed the handle of a knife but instead had picked up... A potato masher! So not only did we feel ridiculous when we got upstairs to find we'd chased thin air but we looked ridiculous trying to attack a "ghost" with a fire poker and a potato masher lol.
Kev had decided to use the sound recorder on his phone. He put it on record and left it on in the hallway and we went back downstairs. Around 30 minutes later he went and collected it and played it back and to this day, even thinking about it gives me shivers. It was like they wanted us to hear. At first all we heard was what sounded like children laughing and playing and then a man scolding them and it went quiet for a few minutes, then an enraged argument between a man and woman, shouting and crying and it was really unnerving listening, then just before the tape cut out a different women screamed, "This is my f*****g house! Get out!" Safe to say we did not go back upstairs that night.
A few days after the recording me and Kev had been suffering terrible nightmares which were very similar. It was like we were watching through someone else's eyes, watching people arguing and hurting each other/ I can't remember exactly what happened as this was around six years ago now back in 2009, but I remember waking up feeling terrified and felt drained quite alot. Then suddenly, after around a month, they stopped for me but Kev's nightmares continued. He didn't tell me until we'd been moved out for maybe about a year that he'd started having nightmares about Mathew being hurt when we lived there. I suppose he didn't want to worry me.
Anyway in the run up to our first family Christmas, Kev's little sister, who was 13 at the time, came to stay with us for a few weeks because we didn't get to see her very often. We told her nothing of what had happened in the house, we didn't want her to be scared. She went to bed around 10pm on the first night. Within an hour she was crying and shaking, refusing to go back into the bedroom over the three weeks she stayed. She never told us what happened and to this day won't speak of it. All we know is whatever happened it had to of been really bad for her to be in that state.
A few days later me and Gemma, Kev's sister, had decided we were going to bake cakes and cookies and such. We'd just got back home from buying the ingredients, we were laughing and joking, making fun of Kev as we took the stuff to the kitchen. I opened the door and we both just froze. As I'd opened the door we both saw a girl stood in the kitchen. We were completely stunned, but for me the most shocking part of it was the girl looked just as shocked to see us standing there as we were to see her. I have no idea who she was or what she was doing in the kitchen, but the look of shock on her face still gets me. She looked to be around the same age as Gemma at the time, I'd say no older then 15, had her hair tied in a neat ponytail and was wearing a plain navy blue dress. That's all I remember of her.
Just after New Year I got up one morning, was getting dressed and Kev noticed I had bruises down my back and across the back of my legs. He demanded I tell him where they came from but I couldn't say, I didn't even know I had them until he mentioned them. Kev got out of bed and noticed he had bruises on his arms and shoulder. He just got dressed and walked out without saying a word and looked quite angry. A few hours later he returned, told me he'd put a deposit down on a new house and a few days later we left.
That house has since been converted into two apartments and nobody has stayed in either of them for more then a few months since. Although we moved house several times since that house, we still get the random thick mist. It's not threatening and we've accepted it.
The reason I came on here is because my son Mathew (who's now 5) has started saying strange things. Things about that house he couldn't possibly know or even remember as we moved a few weeks before he turned 1, and his little brother Joseph who is 2 is also being affected now too, Would anyone know what to do about it? Or have any advice? I'd really appreciate it as I'm starting to think that maybe whatever it was has come with us and is suddenly resurfacing.
Thanks for taking the time to read. Alot more happened in that house then this but it would make it far too long to read lol. All I can say is the time we spent in that house was hell.
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