We lived in 2nd Avenue, West London for 10 years. As a mum with 2 boys living on our own, we put a lot down to me being a bit loopy! However, many friends shared our experiences.
We were often woken at night by the sound of a tin bath being emptied in the kitchen and strange sensations on the stairs leading to upstairs. My boys were 11and 7 when we moved out, often talked about hearing someone running around and being too scared to be in the house alone, I never felt that though.
My first whole experience was after I had been in hospital after an op, when I returned home, I went to bed that night, only to be woken by what I thought was my youngest son, covering his face and crying at my bedroom door, but when I called him, I heard him turning in his bed. The figure in my bedroom door just vanished each time. This happened 3 times that night. I felt as though the young person was concerned for my welfare, but too scared to show his face, even though my sons' and me knew he was there, and had been for years.
When I told my oldest son we were moving house, I went to show him the photo's on my pc upstairs, as we went up, the shade came flying off the top of the stairs and smashed at the bottom, then that night the touch lamp in my bedroom woke me up when it turned on, thinking I had forgotten to turn it off, I just relaxed again, only to be freaked when it turned off and on again sporadically over the next 20 minutes or so. I was so scared because it was a heat sensitive touch lamp I threw it out of the window! I was so scared, but it was clear that our young ghost was scared that we were moving away... I checked the internet and found that I should talk to the ghost to try and re-direct it. My oldest son and I did it because the recent stuff had really freaked us, but we cried because it was like telling a member of the family to go away... It's a shame, I never found out who he was or anything. I don't know if he was in a state to leave my house or relieved.
3 years after we moved, to this day I still feel so bad that I couldn't find out what happened to him, as he was only a young boy and never hurt me or my young boys in a nasty or cruel way, he was just very scared I think when I did what I did.
I would like to think that I was a bit like a mum for him, with my young boys too but I still feel so bad that I never was able to find out what happened or who he was... There were strange sensations we all felt on the stairs in the house though, even some guests, so we think he may have fallen. His image to me also appeared as a boy of about 8-9 (which I can only say from his height) from the early 1900's. (By what he was wearing-shorts, cap, jacket and shirt).
This may sound daft now, but I wonder if it would be possible to re-connect with him? We would just like to know that he is happy and safe, because if not, he can come to our new house!