I've lived in this house for about years with my Mother and we've agreed that some things that have happened have been unexplainable. I live in the UK, England, Stockport. My house is on a council estate which you wouldn't expect to have ghosts and as far as I'm aware, there have been no deaths in this house. I'll do my utmost best to make sure the events are in chronological order, and also explain the atmosphere that the house would have been like before these events occurred.
The first one was the first week we had moved in. I was 5 years old at the time and it happened in my old bedroom. The room is a box room with an airing cupboard, really you can just about fit a bed, a dresser and a tiny chair in there. I remember I was sleeping at the time and I had woken up, not sure why, I just did. When I opened my eyes I was facing my bedroom door and for some reason my bear suit (I pretended to be a cat, daily using it so it was on my bedroom floor) was being held up, by nothing. Being a child, I just turned over and covered my head with my covers until I fell back asleep. But it isn't something I've forgotten. That's most memorable to me because I have never seen anything like that since, in my house or in others.
The next event that seems the most big so to say, happened perhaps a couple of years later when we had more furniture. This was in the living room downstairs, it's a fairly large room. I remember the general lay out of the room. The sofa was facing the TV in the corner as the sofa was against the window. And the bookcase was right next to the living room door.
Now at the time, my Mother was cleaning the house for some reason and she was now working on the bookshelves. Because this was a time where my Mother was an avid smoker and did it inside, the books were stuck to the shelves with nicotine. Disgusting I know, but this is pretty important to the story.
Whilst she was dusting, there were some hardback books that literally would not budge. Not at all, they were that stuck down. So of course, my mother simply dusted around them. I recall going upstairs, most likely to use the bathroom, when I heard a very loud shout of pain, and when I arrived downstairs my mother was clutching her neck, with the books (that were previously immovable) on the floor next to her. As she described it to me, the books just landed on her neck as she was dusting below them. She hadn't knocked anything, and most definitely those books would not have been able to come out that far even if they were loose due to how large the shelves were. From them on, she's been absolutely determined that somebody threw them out onto her. I've tried to debunk it as I'm now older but truly, I can't see how they moved that far on their own when they were stuck down.
The next is from my mother's account as I was asleep at the time. Now at this time I must have been about the age of 13. At this time in our lives, my house would have felt very angry and very sad if there was an atmosphere about it. We had a lot of family troubles which caused a lot of angst, particularly for my mother. So this may be why this is the first and only time this has happened.
My mother was on the landing having a cigarette at the window (our window faces our next door neighbour's window, so we can see each other's landings and bedrooms with the lights on). Whilst she was looking out she apparently saw a young girl, with curls on her head and a little dress on, walk across our landing and 'disappear' into my room. She informed me that she got the chills, and was quite freaked out.
She tried to debunk this herself as our neighbour had a child around the girl's age with curly hair. When she asked our neighbour if the girl was up late at night, our neighbour replied no. This is because she was staying at her father's that weekend and wouldn't have been home. With no more children in that house, it's difficult to debunk.
Now onto the feelings this house can give us. In recent years it's calmed down considerably. I rarely feel scared for no reason in the house anymore, although I do occasionally get the chills which is then followed by my cats following something around in the room with their eyes.
There are times, though, when you walk into the house and get a sick feeling in the pit of your stomach once you close the door. There's no warning to this and sometimes it's overwhelming. You feel watched as you move throughout the house and my old room is very difficult to enter when these feelings are happening. There have been times where this has happened where my instinct has just said, "You should not be here, leave." And I have swiftly got my coat and left the house for an hour or so, when returning it feels more or less fine usually. As I said, it rarely happens but when it does, it's overwhelming and without warning.
My old room (the box room) has always felt funny. I've never felt safe in that room for some reason and always like something was watching me from the end of the bed. Most of the time I've simply said that I was young and it was just my imagination now that I'm in my big room across the landing and feel fine. We now use this box room as a laundry and storage room for all our books. Both me and my mother have to keep the door open when we go in that room. For some reason we do not like it shut, it doesn't feel safe. But sometimes I do feel watched in the room and my animals refuse to go in there. It's just not a nice room, it's difficult to describe but it doesn't have a 'friendly' atmosphere.
I'm probably going to leave it here for now and see what you all think about it. I will respond and please forgive my formal writing when I reply, I'm afraid it's just how I type due to endless essays in college and I haven't quite got out of the habit.
Thanks for your time.