I used to live in a house in Crediton, Devon, from the age of 3 until I was 16, with my brother Richard who is a year older than me, and my mum and dad.
The house was 100s of years old, it used to be 2 houses, and was made into one house in the 1800s. The left side which was one house didn't have a kitchen or a bathroom which was quite strange, but the right side, which was the other house did have a kitchen and bathroom, and also had a long garden with an outside toilet and a sink in the shed.
We think that the people who lived in the house with no kitchen or bathroom were labourers and used the sink and toilet that was in the garden next door, and used to work most of the time. When the house was made into one big house the staircase of the left side was all blocked up.
My parents bought the house and we moved down from London in 1984, after the first couple of days my mum and dad said they felt a very horrible dark atmosphere in the house, mainly in the right side of the house, so they called the local vicar to come round and bless the house to see if that would ease the bad feeling, he also picked up on the bad atmosphere as well. He carried out the blessing and then after that the house seemed to be ok for a few weeks, there was a nice calm feeling about the house.
From the time we moved into the house we experienced a number of unexplained mysteries.
One mid afternoon while me and Rich were at primary school and my dad was at the local supermarket, my mum was in the front room doing a pile of ironing, in the right corner the door to the hallway was open, out of the corner of my mums eye she saw a man, who at first thought must be my dad, but realised he was still at the supermarket. The man was wearing an old tricone hat and a long gown, nothing that anyone would wear in the mid eightys. When my mum looked round again he had disappeared, my mum was shocked but also in disbelief.
At about 7pm me and Rich would go upstairs to play on our Super Nintendos or watch tv or something, and my mum and dad would go into the room across the hallway where they used to go and sit every night, have a drink and watch a film or listen to some music. At this time my mums mum was very old and being looked after in hospital up in London. My mums dad had died of cancer a few years before.
That night my mum and dad were sat in the other room watching a film and between them was a small coffee table that was very low. It was quite late when all of a sudden there were 3 very clear knocks coming from under the table. My mum and dad looked straight at each other, eyes wide with surprise. At first the only logical explanation was that one of them had done it, but the table was very low and was in between the chairs so there was no way you could get your hand underneath or even your leg. The next evening, my mum had a phone call to say that her mum had passed away at 3pm. My mum and dad have always thought that the knocks on the coffee table were from her dad trying to warn her that her mum was going to pass away at about 3 the next day if she wanted to visit before, unfortunately she didn't pick up on this.
Another time my mum and dad were in the sitting room in the evening, talking about paranormal activities, ufos and such like. They had a big rubber torch that sat on the side cabinet. The on off switch was on the side of the torch so you couldn't just press it whilst it was sat in that position, you had to pick it up and turn it to get to the on off switch. For some reason out of the blue my dad said to my mum " wouldn't it be funny if the torch turned itself on." And with that the next minute the torch had turned itself on! But it was right over the other side of the room, far away from where they were both sat!
Remember at the beginning I mentioned about the house being 2 houses at one point. Well, the staircase in the left side house had all been covered up with plasterboard and blocked off for some reason. My dad found a hollow part in the wall of the sitting room one day and decided to make a hole in the wall and find out what it was. When he uncovered the staircase he was very excited, and he also found some old newspapers dating back to the early 1900s.
This was a scary story my dad told me. My mum and dads bedroom was the room directly obove the sitting room, and had the uncovered staircase leading up to it. Apart from they didn't use it because the stairs were a bit steep, they used it mostly for storage instead. One night they were both laying in bed with the light out trying to get to sleep. Next minute they heard light footsteps coming up the old staircase. They both sat up and sat very close to each other, still hearing the footsteps that came all the way up the stairs and across their bedroom until they stopped when it reached the other side of the bedroom by the window. They heard this on a number of occasions and my mum always thought it was the ghost of a little girl, my dad said it sounded like a child walking on lino with bare feet!
There was also another very strange thing that happened in my parents bedroom. One night my dad woke up in the middle of the night, and he saw my mums spirit come out of her body and walk round the bed and disapear into the bedroom door that leads into my bedroom. It was mad because her real body was still asleep in bed next to my dad! My dad said he sat there in disbelief, he couldn't believe his eyes. When they woke up in the morning my dad asked my mum about what happened and she had no idea about any of it, but said she slept very well. It seems she had an astral projection, which is known as an out of body experience.
My bedroom was in the middle of my parents and my brothers bedroom, it was at the top of the main stairs that lead down to the kitchen. I must have only been about 8 years old when one night I woke up in the middle of the night and all I could hear was everything in the kitchen was shaking. I could hear the cutlery in the drawers and the cups that were hanging on hooks on the side of the cupboard shaking. I felt very scared but at first I remember thinking am I dreaming, so I pinched my arm until it hurt and realised it was actually real! I was terrified but I got out of bed and crept downstairs and opened the door to the kitchen very slowly and peered round the door, and everything went silent. My brother even heard the noise that night but was too scared to get out of bed, why I got up and went to investigate I will never know as I would of been more likely to hide under the duvet too!
It still sends a shiver through me and my brother these days when we talk about it. I have no idea as to what that was to this day, I have often thought if it was a little tremor of some kind then the rest of the house would have shook and also it wouldn't have just gone silent soon as I opened the kitchen door. I asked my mum and dad the next day if they heard it but they slept right through it. Maybe it was some kind of energy, I guess I will never know a hundred percent.
My brother and I grew up and left the house 8 years later, and my parents left too. All my friends who live in Crediton said its a creepy house, and also its had many new occupiers since we left, it seems every other year its up for sale again...