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For approx 30 years my late Nana (grandmother), who I loved dearly, lived alone - well with her dog - in a large 3 bedroom house, built in 1877.
This house had two large cellars seperated by the stairs back upto the ground floor, both york stone floored, one (the rear most) had lighting and small windows, the front one - no means of lighting or windows. in the front cellar,there were meat hooks screwed into the ceiling and a large stone topped table. (no kidding) this will become clearer at the end.
Well, throughout my teenage years i was into motorcycles (still am) and used to work on my bikes in the back cellar. i was often down there with mates etc and there was always a weird feeling about the place, it was that pronounced sometimes that if i went out of the cellar (loo break etc), when i got back my mates would be waiting in the yard and not in there!
I must say at this point that i never actually experienced any "activity" as such, but there was always THAT FEELING..
Anyway, i would sometimes be down there until maybe 10/11pm and out of no where i would get this overpowering feeling that i was no longer welcome - a REALLY REALLY weird feeling, I WAS NOT WANTED THERE,shivers,hair on the back of my neck stood up, goosebumps the lot. at this point i would stop whatever i was doing - not even finishing that small last task, and straight away lock the outside door, proceed up the stone stairs, not daring to look towards that front cellar, through the wooden door at the top NEVER EVER looking back down, and would pull the door shut whilst reaching through and turning the light off and locking the door behind me. It was a truly un-nerving feeling that i have never felt since. there was definitely something down there.
Now back to the table... well when the house was first built, it and the one next door were farm houses, and my nanas house was the one where the animals were slaughtered and butchered - hence the stone floors, hooks and stone table etc.
I have often wondered if the person doing the killing was not a nice person who may have been somewhat unkind/uncaring for the animals he was dispatching and was it his presence that you could feel??
I do know that my wife really hated going in the house,and would never go near the cellar, my mum and sister would never go in the house unless somebody else was there. and as said before my mates would not stay in the cellar if i wasn't there (although i don't know what they thought i would do?) we did have a laugh and see how long you could stay in the front cellar alone with the door closed... not very long (a few seconds)and you would be out like a shot!
This house had two large cellars seperated by the stairs back upto the ground floor, both york stone floored, one (the rear most) had lighting and small windows, the front one - no means of lighting or windows. in the front cellar,there were meat hooks screwed into the ceiling and a large stone topped table. (no kidding) this will become clearer at the end.
Well, throughout my teenage years i was into motorcycles (still am) and used to work on my bikes in the back cellar. i was often down there with mates etc and there was always a weird feeling about the place, it was that pronounced sometimes that if i went out of the cellar (loo break etc), when i got back my mates would be waiting in the yard and not in there!
I must say at this point that i never actually experienced any "activity" as such, but there was always THAT FEELING..
Anyway, i would sometimes be down there until maybe 10/11pm and out of no where i would get this overpowering feeling that i was no longer welcome - a REALLY REALLY weird feeling, I WAS NOT WANTED THERE,shivers,hair on the back of my neck stood up, goosebumps the lot. at this point i would stop whatever i was doing - not even finishing that small last task, and straight away lock the outside door, proceed up the stone stairs, not daring to look towards that front cellar, through the wooden door at the top NEVER EVER looking back down, and would pull the door shut whilst reaching through and turning the light off and locking the door behind me. It was a truly un-nerving feeling that i have never felt since. there was definitely something down there.
Now back to the table... well when the house was first built, it and the one next door were farm houses, and my nanas house was the one where the animals were slaughtered and butchered - hence the stone floors, hooks and stone table etc.
I have often wondered if the person doing the killing was not a nice person who may have been somewhat unkind/uncaring for the animals he was dispatching and was it his presence that you could feel??
I do know that my wife really hated going in the house,and would never go near the cellar, my mum and sister would never go in the house unless somebody else was there. and as said before my mates would not stay in the cellar if i wasn't there (although i don't know what they thought i would do?) we did have a laugh and see how long you could stay in the front cellar alone with the door closed... not very long (a few seconds)and you would be out like a shot!
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