I have read a lot of the stories from the Website and have found them very interesting, so I thought I would share my experiences in the hope that other people find them interesting.
When I was about 15 years old my Dad became the manager of Pub, I won't say the exact Pub as he does not run it any more. The Pub is located near Sheffield in England and is on a Country road. The pub is converted from a farm house and barn. To get to the pub you come off the country road and follow a small track only about half a mile until you reach the car park.
The first night we stayed there we all slept in different rooms as the pub was also a small hotel with about 6 rooms spread over 2 floors. The first night I stayed in room number 3. When we started to go to bed, the family dog wanted to come into my room and it lay on the carpet and would not move even when my dad was shouting at it to leave, the dog did eventually leave to go and sleep in the corridor, but soon after my Dad closed his door I opened mine again to let the dog in. Now this dog is a Rottweiler with a head as big a boulder, but the poor thing could not get any closer to me and really did not want to be on its own.
I should mention that my parents divorced and at the time I only saw my dad at the weekends. The next time I went to stay there I stayed in room number 4. Just to set the scene, if you come out of room number four to the right is an emergency exit with a push bar to open the door which leads to the fire escape stairs and to the left leads to a staircase which leads to my Dad's room and a spare room that was not being used at the time for little more than storage. I was not comfortable at all in the room I did not want to turn the lights out and tried to keep watching TV as long as I could, eventually around 3am I turned the TV off but kept the lights on.
My Dad had started leaving the Dog in the pub area downstairs and blocked the door leading up to the bedrooms I think he didn't want dog hair in the bedrooms as he wanted to start letting guests stay in the rooms. Anyway the dog was going crazy, barking non stop, I was far too scared to go down and see what was up.
I then started hearing the emergency exit bar on the door outside my room rattle as if someone was trying to open it but they were not pushing hard enough to open it. The next thing I heard footsteps really loudly running, almost crashing down the stairs from my Dads room and I saw shadows pass under the door of my room. I felt relieved I thought my Dad had gone down to go and see what the dog was barking at.
The next day I asked my Dad what the dog was barking at last night when he went down, and what he said sent shivers down my spine. He said he had no idea; he never heard the dog and never went down stairs at all during the night. After some research I found out that a woman many many years ago had slipped on those stairs and fell down them breaking her neck and she died instantly.
Sorry if I'm rattling on I just want to share my experiences of the Pub all in one go, feel free to stop reading.
One time My Dads partner, her son and I came home one night and the pub was in darkness which frequently happened, the lights would go out all by themselves, and my Dad who previously was an Electrical Engineer and more than capable of re-wiring a house on his own could not figure out why. Anyway we came home I can't remember why the pub was closed but it was and we just had a quick scan round to check no one had broken in (don't forget pub in darkness, no lights) and right at the back of the small restaurant area we could see a man sat at one of the tables just staring at us, he was just solid black, other things started to get lighter like the flowers on the table and the chairs but this figure remained solid, we panicked and ran upstairs and stayed in one of the rooms until the lights came back on. It was not a burglar, the next morning we check everything was still there and all the doors locked.
The Kitchen area of the pub was a big room which was the old barn. And that was the worst room of the house you could constantly feel someone watching you and walking past you. Whoever was watching felt angry as if they were annoyed because you were there. No one wanted to be in this room alone, my Dad had a few waitresses and bar staff leave because they felt uncomfortable working in there. Again after a bit of research we found out that the farmer who lived in the farm hung himself in the barn, which is now the kitchen, and to be honest I don't think he left. Objects would constantly go missing, spoons would turn up again bent out of shape and the whole kitchen was cold even when we had the cookers on we still had to wear jumpers in there.
My step brother and a family friend where staying in room number 7 the storage room I mentioned earlier. During the night one of them (Neil) thought that the other (Jim) had gotten up and was leaning over him as if to check he was ok. And to make it a bit more confusing Jim had thought the Neil had gotten up during the night and leaned over him. They both said that they were half asleep but through their haze could see a figure standing above them looking down. Neither of them fully woke up but in the morning after comparing stories they both said that they did not get up at all during the night.
A few other things happened such as a football came rolling down the length of the pub, to where me and my step brother where sitting, it literally then stopped on the spot about a foot away from us. No one else was in the house.
The back door to the pub was locked at night, but every morning we would find it open but the lock was still in the locked position, the actual bar that locks into the socket was still sticking out. There is no way it could have opened the lock was new and undamaged, but this kept happening. This started happening about month before my Dad moved out.
Anyway my Dad eventually gave the Pub up; his partner did not want to stay there. The Dog was never the same it became a very tame dog, but it did start to get a little better after my Dad moved out.
Hope you enjoyed.