As you probably already know, me and my family have had quite a few paranormal experiences. (Quite surprising really, considering that I'm only 13!) I have already told you about Tiger, so now it's time to tell you about the old lady in the back room of my auntie's house.
My auntie used to live in a house in London, which was quite undoubtedly haunted. This story takes place in about 2005, in a place called Catford.
Me and my mum were on holiday in London with my Auntie Carole and Uncle David when this happened, but it was only me and my mum who experienced things.
One day, I was playing upstairs with my Playdough when for some reason I decided to rub it into the carpet. I just chose to cover it up and carry on playing because, to be honest, I couldn't care less. A few minutes later my mum came upstairs to tell me to come downstairs and have a shower (the bathroom was downstairs). So I got up, but I accidentally knocked the box that I'd used to cover up the dough on the carpet, and my mum saw it and started telling me off.
After about 10 seconds of her telling me off, we both heard quite clearly, in a croaky old woman's voice "YOU LEAVE HER ALONE!" Please bear in mind that it was a cold day so all windows and doors were shut, me and my mum where the only ones in the house (or at least the only living ones), and the television wasn't on either.
Me and my mum ran downstairs and huddled up together on the sofa, and didn't move until my Auntie Carole came home.
I was always terrified of going in that back room. It could be the middle of summer and that room would be as cold as ice. She used to tap on the cupboard next to my bed as well, which meant I never got enough sleep.
It was strange, because that woman was nice to me, but a few years later my mum told me that she felt an evil presence about her. Why do you think she was only nice to me?