When I first moved to the London area (I had lived in flat/houseshares before but had not ever experienced this), I moved into a fairly newly built estate, renting a studio flat. I kept finding the kettle had switched itself on/boiled the water already when I went to make a coffee. I thought it was me being absent minded. But eventually I actually witnessed it clicking itself on on a number of occasions. It was weird.
I wondered if it was connected to being right next to the railway line (and train station) in some way?
It never behaved this way in any of the other flats I lived in.
That must be something to do with the proximity of the train station I reckon. Although that does lead me onto a fortean story once told to me many years ago by the dad of a mate of mine. The reason I believe him is because he (the dad) is a very old fashioned east ender, who would have clobbered me for “taking the piss” if I had told him the same story.
His real name is Tony, but for reasons I don’t know of everyone called him Laddie (even his own kids lol)
Some years ago, Laddie sold his ex-Hoxton council flat for a tidy profit, and decided to buy a home somewhere outside of London – Waltham cross I think it was. The flat he eventually bought was in a modern complex and was built on the site of the town’s cinema.
As soon as he moved in strange things would happen. The kettle would switch itself on and off, and thinking it faulty he bought a new one only for the same thing to happen. The kitchen light would be on each morning even though he knew he had switched it off before he went to bed, and sometimes the microwave would turn itself on even though he would nowhere near the kitchen – he got into the habit of leaving the microwave door open so it couldn’t start. He got an electrician in who completed some checks, but all was fine.
One morning Laddie was leaving for work when he got chatting to a neighbour. The neighbour asked, “if he’d seen old Mary yet.?” Laddie assumed that Mary was a tenant of the flats, but the neighbour explained that Mary was the flats residents’ ghost, and that most of the tenants have seen her. Not believing such “rubbish” Laddie said goodbye and went off to work.
Two nights later Laddie was at home watching TV, when he decided to make himself a cup of coffee. He opened the living room door, which led onto the hallway and standing there was in his own words “ a statue like what you might see in a graveyard, but shiny like it was made out of porcelain, definitely female, about six foot tall, and just inches from my face”. “It stood there staring at me for about 3-4 seconds, when it went whoosh up the hallway before disappearing”.
Now that Laddies story not mine, and the reason I believe him are given above. He is probably the most down to earth no-nonsense person I have ever met. He still lives in the same flat, but to my knowledge he has never seen the apparition since.