This story is about something that happened in my grand-dad's house one night.
Now if you have read my previous stories you will know that I have seen and interacted with my grandma on many occasions in my grand-dad's house but I believe that there is someone else there other than her.
I was home alone (I am usually on a Wednesday for a few hours) and I was on the computer chatting to my friends on I'm and on facebook playing bejewelled blitz! (Such an addicting game). Then out of nowhere I heard scratching coming from the loft. I put it down to squirrels or some kind of small animal that might have gotten in somehow and shrugged it aside and carried on trying to beat my high score. The scratching got louder and more frequent until it sounded as if someone was punching the ceiling so hard that if they carried on they would come through the ceiling. Needless to say I was freaked out. I sat there thinking what to do too scared to open the door to go downstairs to the nearest phone to call my granddad (the banging still happening in the background.) But after telling my friend what was going on she persuaded me to hot tail it downstairs turning all the lights on as I go (for protection lol). I sat there for a second trying to calm myself down so I wouldn't freak my granddad out with my shaking voice and how hysterical I was when I started hearing footsteps across the landing pacing up and down. I picked up the phone and dialed as quick as I could got hold of my granddad and he left straight away but put the phone onto my mum to make sure that I had someone to talk to. By this time I could hear footsteps coming downstairs. I was freaking out and I started crying on the phone to my mum and she was going through all the possibilities with me... (She doesn't believe I see and hear and feel what I do... She thinks I need mental help)
Did you leave the door open?
No I didn't
Did you lock it after you?
Did you leave a window open?
No I didn't
Were the windows shut when you got in?
Do you think someone could be in the in the house?
I have no idea (I HOPE NOT!)
Do you have something heavy next to you just incase?
I spotted a walking stick... Yes I do.
I could hear someone in the back kitchen rummaging... Thinking more and more to myself that it was an intruder and soon he would come into the front room and I was going to die. Then I heard my granddad outside rummaging with his keys, I told mum she asked me to ring her in a little while before I put down the phone... I rushed to the door and tell my granddad there in the back kitchen. He went in checked... No ones there. He checked the cupboards... Nothing. He checked underneath things... Nothing. He checked anywhere physically possible to hide... Nothing. He checked the whole of downstairs' with me trailing behind him... Nothing. He went upstairs checked every room and every possible place to hide... Nothing.
Now my granddad has locks on all his windows and they are locked constantly. The only way to get in would be the front door... Which was locked until he got home and unlocked it from the outside.
I told him I heard it in the loft first my uncle came round and checked the entire loft out no sign of damage not even a dent anywhere... Nothing. I was beginning to think I was mad and I was sitting there in complete silence while granddad was trying to stop me from shaking... Then he said he hears bumps and scratching and allsorts too and not to be afraid. Needless to say I didn't sleep that night. And I haven't been there on my own for a while now.
Sometimes even though I'm used to seeing and hearing these kind of things happening... The out of the blue experiences when your not expecting them really do effect you. (well they do with me and always happen when I'm least expecting it too!)
Thank you for reading my (quite long sorry!) story
Any comments will be greatly appreciated