I love living in my house. It was built 5 years ago in rural Ireland so what history could this house possibly have? It could just be my imagination but I would love to hear other people's opinions on my experiences.
June 2010, I had lived here a month at this stage. I called my boyfriend Liam on the phone to come home quick as I thought there was a mouse or a rat in my kitchen. As soon as I heard the rattling of the bin bag sitting at the back door waiting to be put in the bin I had closed the two doors leading into the kitchen to trap whatever was routing through my kitchen. It took Liam 10 minutes to get home and he went into the kitchen. The bin bag was sitting there untouched by the look of it but all the bottom press doors opened. No mouse anywhere. I thought nothing of it at the time.
August 2010, It was around half three in the morning. I have a two and a half year old son that sleeps in between myself and my boyfriend every night so I am a very light sleeper. This particular night I woke up hearing somebody running from one end of the attic to the other at least three times. The footsteps were too close together to be an adult it definitely sounded like a small child. My son and Liam were fast asleep beside me; I tried to wake Liam up but to no avail. I just went back to sleep.
September 2010, Once again around three or half three in the morning something had disturbed me. It was very loud scratching on my bedroom wall under the window. The sound of scratching was going from one end of the wall to the other. This time Liam woke up and heard it too. It lasted about two minutes and Liam told me to go back to sleep. I asked him about it the next morning and he said he could not remember even waking up.
February 2011, I had gone to see a psychic about two weeks before this incident. She got a lot of things right about my past but I am skeptical about everything! She told me to get out of the house I was currently living in. She told me my son see's spirits but they mean him no harm. She kept talking about something being wrong with my water but this house is perfect I insisted. Two weeks later again three in the morning I was woken up to the sound of something flooding.
I woke Liam up frantic thinking it was the old woman's house next door as we could hear someone walking through the water. Clear sounds of footsteps splashing though the water. We followed the noise and it was our house. The attic. Liam went up with a flashlight and when he got up all the sounds of flooding had stopped. The water tank was full and not overflowing. He said the water was calm not one ripple through it. I went outside to check if anybody was awake next door but there wasn't even a light on.
I know some unfortunate things have happened to the past two families that have rented this house, in particular their children and my son was unfortunate enough to get meningitis and septicemia one month prior to the last story we were home three days when this happened. I would love to know if I am over thinking things about this house or there is actually something much deeper. Thanks for reading.