First of all thank you for letting me join your website. I really hope that I can contribute here in a positive way. Though a little rusty at writing, I will try my best to explain to you what my family and I experienced in this home. And with any luck other experiences we had later on for you all,
We did have quite a few experiences in various homes.
This one still to this day has me wondering exactly what was going on in the attic.
In 1988, I was 15 years old living at home with my dad Paul, mam Jeanette and two brothers Adrian (then 12) and Jamie (then nearly 10). My Grandma (Mam's Mam Colleen) decided to come live with us as Pa (Roger) had died a few months previous and she didn't like living alone. We were happy to have her live with us but the lack of room ment after 6 months my parents went looking for a bigger home to fit us all.
The found the home in Woking,Surrey. It had been built in around 1900. Over 3 floors (with attic) and a seperate garage and a couple of outbuildings for us kids to explore. It needed work but my parents and Gran were happy to do the work as it was liveable and just needed a general tidy up. Repaying and rewire for safety.
We moved in just after Easter 1988. My parents put Gran on the ground floor guest room. They were on the 1st floor and us kids had our own rooms on the second floor. We were all excited to have our own space. Even room to have friends stay over if we wanted with a spare room we put 2 single beds in.
We were living there happily for two or three months when Mam asked Dad at breakfast if he could put some boxes up in attic of stuff she didn't need around the house. Reluctantly he agrees as none of us had so far given the attic more than a passing look when we first moved in. It was filthy with inches of dust on the floor. A couple of old cupboards and a bed drone with wire spring base by itself with no mattress,
Gran and Mam thought the room was probably a former maid or nanny room as the house was the right age when the help of the house was often housed in the attic.
We had heard not a peep until Dad took those boxes up to the room. Oh boy was there problems. But it didn't start until that night after we had all gone to bed. I was fast asleep when a banging on my door woke me up. I got up to see my two brothers there with their torch looking for all the world like they were scared silly.
I brought them in and was about to ask what was wrong when I heard a giant bang like a heavy box or something had been dropped on the floor of the attic. Startled I looked at them like what the hell.
Jailed said "You hear it too. What's going on?"
I said "Don't worry it's probably Dad moving more stuff around in the attic "
"At this time of the night?" Adrian shook his head "not when he has to get up early for work".
We sat a few minutes wondering what to do when all of a sudden it sounded like everything in the attic sounded like it was being thrown around the room at the same time. That was it. My brothers and I ran down to our parents room. And woke them up. We'll kind of they were half awake hearing the noise. Dad said he was about to come up and tell us off for making so much noise when he saw us run into their room with the noise still going on.
Same whirlwind of bangs and thumps brought Gran to see what was going on just a minute or two later (it had to be loud she had little hearing left at that time). We all looked up at the ceiling as it sounded like someone had picked up the old bed up there and thrown it across the room.
Mum begged Dad to go and look and see what was going on. To scared to go alone we all grabbed out flashlights or candles and Dad his cricket bat and reluctantly followed him up the stairs. Soon as we hit the stairs leading to the attic. The noises suddenly stopped like instantly. Back down a few steps to check out what was going on and it started up again. So we climbed to the top of the flight of the stairs.
Dad swore loudly as he suddenly tripped over a pile of boxes. Mam saw them and asked Dad why he hadn't put them in the attic like she asked. Dad swore black and blue he had and had locked the attic door behind him.
Mam suggested to put the boxes in the spare room for the night as she had gone suddenly pale when Dad who promised her he'd placed the boxes in the attic wasn't fooling around.
Once the boxes were in the spare room down on the kids level there was no noise for the rest of the night. And we got a sound sleep.
The next night when Dad came home from work he and Mam talked it over, if someone had moved the boxes they'd know when they looked in the attic due to the thick layer of dust on everything. As Dad was still sure someone was playing games with him. I don't know why.
Dad grabbed the attic keys and we all followed him back up the attic stairs and watched as he unlocked and pulled the door towards himself to open. We all peered inside. None of the dust except a tiny spot just inside the door where Dad had put the boxes had been disturbed at all. Dad had just opened the door and had dropped the boxes in and hadn't walked around.
There was no other signs anything had been there or that anything had been moved. There was no sign that anything could have been there to make those violently loud noises the night before.
We couldn't understand it.
The next night we tried again for experiment sake to put the boxes back in the room. Again the noises kept up until the boxes were moved downstairs. With always no signs of movement in the dusty room. Dad had enough and banned anyone using the attic to store things. Later he bricked up the enterence to the attic when my brother dared venture up the stairs and something he couldn't see tried to push him back down the stairs!
We lived in the house for 2 further years until Gran died and we moved to Birmingham for Dad's work. That house never felt very welcoming. We were glad to eventually be able to afford to move out.
We still have no idea what was in the attic. Whatever it was it didn't like us disturbing its place of residence.
Frankly even now given my knowledge of ghosts. I'd still not want to go up there to find out just what was so angry. It still frightens the hell out of me.