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My friend told me about a few things that happened to him when he was younger so I said I’d post them on here to get some of yer views…….. He typed the following…
From the day I was born until I was eight, I lived with my Mum, my Aunt, my cousin and my Grandmother in a four-bedroom house. Like most normal children, I often had the jitters about going upstairs on my own after dark. Whenever I found myself in this position, I used to give a ‘running commentary’ to the people downstairs as to what I was doing, obviously more for my comfort than anything else. The upstairs landing was almost a corridor with the stairs at one end, four doors leading off the sides to bedrooms (one to the bathroom) and at the end of the corridor, a door to the back bedroom. This door caused me great fear.
I would insist that my mother close the door to this room whenever I was upstairs, as the feeling of dread was immense from that room. Two occurrences I believe fueled my unease of this part of the house. I once had to spend the night with my cousin in the room as mine had been painted that day and as much as I protested to the point of crying and shaking, I was told I needed to keep my active imagination in check. That night, my cousin said if I was that scared, we would sleep with the light on. Looking back, I now wish we hadn’t. I have a vague memory of waking because I thought the rain was hitting the window, but once I came round fully, I realised it was more of a ripping sound than rainfall. I looked to the corner of the room where the sound was coming from and the wallpaper was being peeled away from the wall, from the corner of the ceiling. I was terrified as there was definitely no one else in the room and the room was 10-12 feet high, quite out of the reach of most people. As the paper slowly came down, the other corner of the strip peeled away and started to move in the same uniform manner. I apparently started to scream and a minute or so later, my Mum, Aunt and Grandmother came running. After examining the evidence, they thought my cousin and I had managed to get at the paper somehow (maybe with a bent coat-hanger??) and we both got a scolding for such needless damage. We still protest our innocence to this day.
The other aspect that I find more peculiar than outright scary happened one day while a friend and I were playing hide and seek in the house. I was ‘it’ and with it being a really bright and sunny day, the thoughts of eerie goings on were far from mind. I had searched all the other rooms and the back bedroom was left. I always felt uneasy going in, but as we were having a good time, I went in talking out loud advising Roy that his time was up and I was about to catch him. The sun was streaming through he windows and it must have been dusty because there were plenty of dust specks floating in the air. The shaft of sunlight divided the room into two halves. One of which seemed to be normal, but on the otherside of the light, there was absolutely no dust specks at all. I now distinctly remember thinking how weird it was. I remember standing there for a while and I also remember while I was stood there, Roy shot out of the alcove he was hiding in (almost giving me a heart-attack in the process) and ran downstairs. Finding myself alone upstairs in that room, I quickly joined my friend. Roy said that while he was hiding, he suddenly had an overwhelming feeling of fear and that he had to get out of the room ASAP. I hadn’t told him of my feelings towards the room and the things he said to me just convinced me that there was definitely something that was best avoided in there. My cousin only ever reported one other situation that occurred. He woke one night feeling a scratching on his pine bed frame. He turned on the light and it stopped. Again, figuring he was dreaming, he went back to sleep. The next day, my Aunt found seven gouge marks on one of the legs of the bed. My cousin again protested his innocence to the point of getting a smacked bottom and still sticking to his story. At this juncture, my Aunt must have realised that something was wrong because she moved him into her bedroom and the back room was then used for storage.
From the day I was born until I was eight, I lived with my Mum, my Aunt, my cousin and my Grandmother in a four-bedroom house. Like most normal children, I often had the jitters about going upstairs on my own after dark. Whenever I found myself in this position, I used to give a ‘running commentary’ to the people downstairs as to what I was doing, obviously more for my comfort than anything else. The upstairs landing was almost a corridor with the stairs at one end, four doors leading off the sides to bedrooms (one to the bathroom) and at the end of the corridor, a door to the back bedroom. This door caused me great fear.
I would insist that my mother close the door to this room whenever I was upstairs, as the feeling of dread was immense from that room. Two occurrences I believe fueled my unease of this part of the house. I once had to spend the night with my cousin in the room as mine had been painted that day and as much as I protested to the point of crying and shaking, I was told I needed to keep my active imagination in check. That night, my cousin said if I was that scared, we would sleep with the light on. Looking back, I now wish we hadn’t. I have a vague memory of waking because I thought the rain was hitting the window, but once I came round fully, I realised it was more of a ripping sound than rainfall. I looked to the corner of the room where the sound was coming from and the wallpaper was being peeled away from the wall, from the corner of the ceiling. I was terrified as there was definitely no one else in the room and the room was 10-12 feet high, quite out of the reach of most people. As the paper slowly came down, the other corner of the strip peeled away and started to move in the same uniform manner. I apparently started to scream and a minute or so later, my Mum, Aunt and Grandmother came running. After examining the evidence, they thought my cousin and I had managed to get at the paper somehow (maybe with a bent coat-hanger??) and we both got a scolding for such needless damage. We still protest our innocence to this day.
The other aspect that I find more peculiar than outright scary happened one day while a friend and I were playing hide and seek in the house. I was ‘it’ and with it being a really bright and sunny day, the thoughts of eerie goings on were far from mind. I had searched all the other rooms and the back bedroom was left. I always felt uneasy going in, but as we were having a good time, I went in talking out loud advising Roy that his time was up and I was about to catch him. The sun was streaming through he windows and it must have been dusty because there were plenty of dust specks floating in the air. The shaft of sunlight divided the room into two halves. One of which seemed to be normal, but on the otherside of the light, there was absolutely no dust specks at all. I now distinctly remember thinking how weird it was. I remember standing there for a while and I also remember while I was stood there, Roy shot out of the alcove he was hiding in (almost giving me a heart-attack in the process) and ran downstairs. Finding myself alone upstairs in that room, I quickly joined my friend. Roy said that while he was hiding, he suddenly had an overwhelming feeling of fear and that he had to get out of the room ASAP. I hadn’t told him of my feelings towards the room and the things he said to me just convinced me that there was definitely something that was best avoided in there. My cousin only ever reported one other situation that occurred. He woke one night feeling a scratching on his pine bed frame. He turned on the light and it stopped. Again, figuring he was dreaming, he went back to sleep. The next day, my Aunt found seven gouge marks on one of the legs of the bed. My cousin again protested his innocence to the point of getting a smacked bottom and still sticking to his story. At this juncture, my Aunt must have realised that something was wrong because she moved him into her bedroom and the back room was then used for storage.