I had split up from my wife in the back end of 2001 and moved out of my home town of Liverpool and through a family friend found a one bed roomed flat below his in part street Southport. It was a nice flat in a quiet area just outside town centre and handy for pubs and clubs that I loved going too.
It was not long before I found myself a new girlfriend and eventually she moved in with me as a trial basis, and we invited her only son to visit us for the weekend. During his stay he was showing me how to do things on the computer. I got up and walked towards the flat door to the hall way and opened it pulling the curtain which we had covering the door to stop any drafts coming into our flat, just to give us privacy from strangers looking in. I slipped it over the door and walked away.
I was standing talking to my girlfriend who was standing by the bathroom and her son a few feet away on the computer and myself standing by the bed room door. We were having a go at each other for a bit of fun when suddenly and without warning the flat door slammed shut on its own accord. We all turned towards each other wondering what had happened and who had slammed our door shut. I was the first to move to the flat door and reopened the door to look outside into the hall way. I was shocked when I looked around to see there was no one on the stairs or going into the other flats that was on our floor.
We had no explanation for this nor could we believe that it had happened all that we knew was none of us three had done it, and what we didn't realise that was the first of a number of things to happen to us in that flat, I will go into them at a later date.