Date of encounter: June 15th 2013
Place: Nottingham, UK
Me and my family are moving from Cambridge to Nottingham.
We had seen many houses that day, none of which met any of our standards.
The last one seemed nice, older house with nothing to show at the front but with a beautiful garden absolutely drowning in flowers and bushes. Someone took serious pride in this garden. With having 3 dogs and a cat we wanted somewhere with a large garden for the pups to run. It also had a gate at the back which led to a forest with a public footpath, great for when the cat decides to venture out and for dog walks.
Walking in to the house we were greeted by a man and wife, who shook our hands and started the tour.
The kitchen - fab
The living room - great
3 bathrooms - perfect!
3 large bedrooms - fantastic
So far so good!
I couldn't fall more in love with this home. It was so clean, decorated to perfection. We could move straight in! I needed to ask questions, it all seemed too good to be true.
After sitting with the couple (who were constantly on edge - never smiled once) and asking a few questions we found out a lot about the home. One thing we were told was that the previous owner was an interior designer, she adored the place (which was obvious) and spent almost all of her time in the garden (again very obvious).
During our lousy chat with the miserable home owners I asked to use the bathroom, they both looked like they wanted to say no but I just took myself off anyway. I wanted to use this opportunity to snoop around freely. I didn't really find much, so I just nipped off to the bathroom before anyone got suspicious.
As I turned to close the bathroom door something caught my eye, I automatically felt like I had to be still. With my hand still on the handle, I looked slowly to my right. I stared heavily at the shower screen trying to make out what I could see in the reflection. It looked like someone was sitting on the toilet seat behind me. I'm used to this though, I am a real scaredy cat and my eyes often play tricks on me. So I braved it and spun around - just as I thought, there was nothing.
I sat down on the toilet seat, it was almost warm which threw me off because the room was so cold. I was speedy as I felt really uncomfortable, I tried my best to hurry up and get out of there.
As I went to leave I saw something in the shower screen AGAIN. I knew it was a spirit/ghost or whatever you want to call it. I just knew. My legs wouldn't go, I stood completely frozen staring straight at it in the reflection. Tears started to form and my whole body started shaking, I was cold but started sweating like crazy. The room became so quiet, I could hear my heart beating, I wanted to burst out of my chest. It felt like I was there for hours. I heard a door close from elsewhere in the house, followed by footsteps. The 'thing' jolted, as did I. Just before I grabbed the handle to leave I heard it say 'look after my house'.
I ran down the hall and was met by my Son who had left to see if I was ok. He looked at me, worried. 'Mum what's happened? What have you done?' I took his hand and hurried back to the Kitchen to say our goodbyes. My husband offered to drive back home as I was too shaken. After telling my family what had happened we have decided to stay in Cambridge.
I felt like I dreamt the whole thing.