Today at work things went wrong. I was thus able to spend nearly an hour happily exchanging spooky stories with a colleague from another area.
Dave told me about a building he lived in some years ago. It was divided into two flats with an attic.
He and his fiancee took the lower flat. The upper one was better so he asked the landlord if he could rent it should the opportunity arise.
This was agreed and the tenant later moved out. After he left, Dave and fiancee were in bed one night when they both heard a crash from upstairs. It sounded like, he said, someone standing on furniture or a windowsill and jumping off onto the bare floorboards.
Next morning Dave borrowed the key and went in, expecting to see something like a wardrobe lying on its side. However, the flat was completely empty.
The flat was nice enough to take on anyway so they soon moved in.
From the first day there were minor incidents, for example when Dave would walk in and put his keys down on a table only to see them leap across the room and onto the floor. This happened repeatedly.
Small items would go missing. A glass on a shelf shattered. There's more which I'll ask him about when I see him again.
The best/scariest incident, he feels, was when he and Fiancee were in bed (again!) and both heard a scraping noise coming from the front door area.
As the rooms were all on one level they could see the door with their large heavy-based floorstanding lamp beside it.
The scraping sound was coming from the lamp swaying against the wall. It eventually tipped over and fell across the front door. Dave mentioned that this would block the door opening from outside even if it had been left unlocked.
Eventually the couple moved on. A male relation, who knew about the
activity but didn't quite believe it, asked if they'd put in a good word for him with the landlord. They did and Relation took the flat.
Relation was immediately beset with the same sort of mild supernatural harassment. He didn't mind, it was a nice flat.
Dave also told me about a customer he'd met who'd insisted on giving him a
message. This customer said she was a well-established medium which Dave could believe as she was dressed in an expensive boho style.
This message went something like:
A man is always with you. He is older and tall, and stands very uprightly, and he is laughing because you don't have your sea-legs like he does!
There was a little more description of the man's physical appearance.
Dave was astounded because this sounded like his late grandfather. Granddad had been a sailor and the 'sea-legs' comment was spot-on for the job Dave does.
Good, eh!
Keep 'em coming!
