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Never felt the need to post this story until I read another thread about a piece of crumpet (all will be revealed).
I used to work for a property company in Notting Hill Gate, London (2002-2003). The letting (rental) arm of it used to help me house corporate people by showing them and me round flats that they might like to live in whilst they are working in London. One of the companys agents set me up with a "viewing" of a 2 bedroom flat in a block of flats called Camden Hill Towers. So, me and the client took the key and went to have a look round.
It was ok, split level with 2 bedrooms, hard floors and great views. Frighteningly quiet seeing as you were in central London. The communal areas outside the front door, the hallways and lift had the feeling of a 1970s hotel and smelt of cigarette smoke. Someone had just had breakfast and left half eaten toast with jam and marmalade jars left open and knives balanced on the top. They must have just left since a mug of tea was still steaming (it was freezing cold anyway). We looked round the flat and the guy said he hated it. I too didn't like it, at some point it had had access to the communal hallway above but the door had been removed and merely bricked over. It felt impersonal and empty. Annoyingly there was a monopoly board that had been left half way through a game on one of the bedroom floors and we had to step over it all the time. We left and dropped the key back off at the office. The client left and the letting agents all started asking if anything was weird in the flat. They started saying it was haunted and had been on their books for almost 2 years. I said that it seemed a bit weird but nothing bizarre had happened. Me and one of the agents went down the pub after work. I said to her that if it was so haunted how come the current occupiers haven't said anything. And she started laughing and said "it's empty you idiot, thats why there's no beds, no sofas or tables, no fridge, there's not even carpet on the stairs." I told her about the breakfast and monopoly board and she recounted a story of how she had once gone with a client and the guy had refused to enter the flat, saying he felt it was too weird. On locking the door she noticed 2 kids dolls in the sink under water. Later she had phoned the owner who lived abroad to say they were having trouble letting it and could the tenant please tidy up. The owner sounded horrified and said it was empty, had been for 3 years and only 2 keys existed, one of which she had and we the other. The block has a special magnetic entry system and even has a porter for security at the front door so it's unlikely anyone was crashing there illegally. I went back two days later to make see if it was quatters but the place was empty save for a pack of cards in the bathroom sink. I don't think I've ever been so scarred as I was when I was tip toeing round that flat not quite knowing what I was gonna see. After checking each room I legged it as fast as I could back out into the busy Notting Hill Gate.
I used to work for a property company in Notting Hill Gate, London (2002-2003). The letting (rental) arm of it used to help me house corporate people by showing them and me round flats that they might like to live in whilst they are working in London. One of the companys agents set me up with a "viewing" of a 2 bedroom flat in a block of flats called Camden Hill Towers. So, me and the client took the key and went to have a look round.
It was ok, split level with 2 bedrooms, hard floors and great views. Frighteningly quiet seeing as you were in central London. The communal areas outside the front door, the hallways and lift had the feeling of a 1970s hotel and smelt of cigarette smoke. Someone had just had breakfast and left half eaten toast with jam and marmalade jars left open and knives balanced on the top. They must have just left since a mug of tea was still steaming (it was freezing cold anyway). We looked round the flat and the guy said he hated it. I too didn't like it, at some point it had had access to the communal hallway above but the door had been removed and merely bricked over. It felt impersonal and empty. Annoyingly there was a monopoly board that had been left half way through a game on one of the bedroom floors and we had to step over it all the time. We left and dropped the key back off at the office. The client left and the letting agents all started asking if anything was weird in the flat. They started saying it was haunted and had been on their books for almost 2 years. I said that it seemed a bit weird but nothing bizarre had happened. Me and one of the agents went down the pub after work. I said to her that if it was so haunted how come the current occupiers haven't said anything. And she started laughing and said "it's empty you idiot, thats why there's no beds, no sofas or tables, no fridge, there's not even carpet on the stairs." I told her about the breakfast and monopoly board and she recounted a story of how she had once gone with a client and the guy had refused to enter the flat, saying he felt it was too weird. On locking the door she noticed 2 kids dolls in the sink under water. Later she had phoned the owner who lived abroad to say they were having trouble letting it and could the tenant please tidy up. The owner sounded horrified and said it was empty, had been for 3 years and only 2 keys existed, one of which she had and we the other. The block has a special magnetic entry system and even has a porter for security at the front door so it's unlikely anyone was crashing there illegally. I went back two days later to make see if it was quatters but the place was empty save for a pack of cards in the bathroom sink. I don't think I've ever been so scarred as I was when I was tip toeing round that flat not quite knowing what I was gonna see. After checking each room I legged it as fast as I could back out into the busy Notting Hill Gate.