As mentioned in my other story 'Evil in the Store Room', there has been other encounters and experiences on the same property. My grandparents bought this old miners house when they were in their twenties and newly married. My granddad worked in the mines. They bought this house for very cheap.
I stayed in this bedroom which was my favourite bedroom. My bed was next to a big big window that went across the wall and I had this tube computer that just collected dust because the electricity was never reliable. It had high ceilings with beams running through the house. Growing up, you get used to sounds that appear in an old house but one sound I never ever forget. At a specific time, it would have been around 10:30am, every single day on the dot. There is a huge thud, the ground vibrates as if something big has fallen over and then there is a big cracking sound. I asked my grandmama and my granddad about it all the time and they brushed it off as oh you know it's an old house, there's always noises that comes with it. I was about 10 and I asked my dad one afternoon while we were working in the vegetable garden and he bluntly told me that someone died in my room. I rushed into the house and demanded my grandmama to tell me who it is and what is it.
The back story of the house -- the reason why it sold for so cheap is because before my grandparents bought the house. There was a newly married couple who was very happy. She was a stay at home wife and he worked in the mines. Some months later, the husband was fired from his job and so was many other men. He took it badly, the breadwinner of the family and he couldn't take care of his wife so he spiraled down into depression. His wife did everything she could to make sure they had food on the table. I think at one point she was a maid or a servant to a well off family in town so she'd leave her husband at home with lunch prepped for him. This one day the wife leaves to go to work and the husband hangs himself in the room (my bedroom). The thud that I hear is the chair that he kicked off from and the crack noise is his neck breaking. The wife returns home to find her husband dead, and she goes crazy. The neighbours rush to her aid and unfortunately she was shipped away to a mental asylum where she died of a broken heart.
When my grandmama told me the story, I broke down into tears and felt very sorry for the miner and his wife. Still to this day at 10:30am there's a huge thud and a crack followed soon after.
Something about new reports of events or something. See, people, this is why you need to keep notes.