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Going back to early childhood, I've always been surrounded by 'wierd stuff' 
I've spoke about some of them in various threads here - as well as elsewhere.
From the flat I grew up in, to the house I moved to with my parents, to the flat I live in with my wife - there has been a plethora of bizarre occurences. I'll share the latest with you now, because I think it's funny, and also kinda touching.
My houseguest 'Phil'.
My wife and I are coming up for our fifth year in the flat we own (we bought it in 1999), which seems something of a record. When we stripped the wallpaper in the bedroom, we found the usual markings on the walls - signatures, height charts and the like. We also found, on one wall, a giant painted loveheart, with the initials L and M in it, along with the year 1996. We knew the people it referred to, as we'd met the woman who sold us the flat, and she told us that she was selling it due to splitting up with her boyfriend, who's name was still on the front door.
On the adjacent wall, we found another huge painted loveheart, with the initials E and H, this time with the year 1993! So it seemed the last two couples who lived there only did so for three years.
After re-decorating, I moved my computer and recording equipment into a small room built inside the kitchen (which is perfect for my studio, except for the freezing cold in the winter). While spending time in this room, I soon began to hear my name being called from other rooms - sometimes by a female voice, sometimes male. It was always clear and distinct, just sounding like it came from the living room or bedroom, which are at the other end of the flat. I've lost count of the times I've gone through and asked what my wife wanted, only to find that she hadn't called me at all - a lot of the time, she wasn't even in the flat, and I've gone looking for her anyway!
One evening, we were getting ready to go out, and my wife was in the bathroom. I was in the living room putting my jacket on, when I saw what can only be described as lightning climbing the wall - it started about halfway up, and stopped whn it reached the ceiling.
My immediate thought was that it was something to do with the dodgy electrics in the place, but that was quickly disqualified when I remembered that when helping replace some of the electrics, that there was nothing anywhere near that wall, not even a plug socket in it - and besides, it;s a gyproc wall!
There aren't any electrics on the other side, as on the other side of that wall is my studio.
I kept hearing the voices, which were now sometimes sounding like mumbled conversations coming from behind my head - I usually put this down to hearing the TV from the lving room, but it mostly happened after my wife had gone to bed, and the TV was off, or I was alone, so the TV was definitely off. The voices couldn't even be attributed to hearing neighbours, as although I am on the fourth (top) floor, the ceiling are very high, and if you want to hear what your neighbours are arguing about in loud voices, you still have to put your ear to the floor ( )
After a while, I'd find thngs in strange places - I'd leave my keys on the couch as I got ready to go out (there was nothing else on the couch, even cushions), they'd be in my field of vision the whole time I was getting ready, and I go to pick them up, and they'd be gone. I'd usually find them betwen the covers of my bed, or on top of a cupboard in the kitchen, under a pile of dirty washing, and more than once, under a pile of magazines.
About two years go by, and these are fairly common ocurrences. Then one day, I couldn't find my keys anywhere - I was late for a soundcheck, and had turned the flat upside down - couldn't find them.
It seemed only reasonable to explain my situation, and ask for them back.
So I did.
I heard a light scraping sound, and turned around to see thim fall off of the TV onto the floor (you cant put anything on the TV, or it'll immediately fall off as the top is sloped - put something on it, it'll fall off within ten seconds). I had been looking for my keys for about an hour and a half, so there was no way they would have sat on the TV that long.
I found myself saying "Cheers Phil!".
No idea where I got the name Phil from, it just came to the tip of my tongue.
After this happening a few times in the coming months, I was sitting in front of the TV in the afternoon, I looked at the table in front of me to see if my mug of tea was on it (the table was out of reach, as I was lying up on the couch), and the plate that was on the table flew off and hit the TV stand at the other end of the room.
Now, there was nothing else on the table except for my cup, a box of tissues and a fork. This was a big dinnerplate, and it just shot straight off - like someone had smacked it, not pushed it, and it hit the TV stand 8-10 feet away before falling to the ground.
I looked up at the ceiling and said "Phil, stop it!".#
As I was by myself, I was more than a little concerned.
A week or so later, the same thing happened in the same situation, only with a packet of glass wipes.
In that time, I had also heard great crashings coming from other rooms, as if all of the dishes had fallen out of the cupboards in the kitchen, but when I'd go through there'd be nothing disturbed (except me ).
One time I was in the bathroom with the door closed over, and I heard a noise like a TV CRT exploding (my dad was a TV repairman, so it's a sound I am overly familiar with), but I'd check the TVs, and they'd both be fine.
Last year we went on honeymoon, and a couple who are our close friends stayed in the flat while we were gone. On the morning we got back, the girl of the couple told me that she was glad we were back, as she didn't like spending time in the flat on her own when her boyfriend was at work, as she felt as if she was being watched. She said that one night she was sitting on the toilet with the door slightly ajar, and she heard a groan from the other side of the door - like a slightly annonyed groan - a huff even. She asked what was up, and her boyfriend shouted from the living room to ask what it was that she had said. She thought he was looking for something on the magazine rack behind the bathroom door, and had 'huffed' because he couldn't find what he was looking for. He hadn'y left his seat on the couch, and she was freaked out to say the least, as the sound was close enough to her that she was sure that someone was there.
She also said that she had to put the hallway light on as soon as it got dark, because she was sure that something was looking into the living room from the dark - something my wife, and my sister have told me also.
While sitting at my computer, I've heard footsteps going up and down the hall, as well as seen shadows moving there out of the corner of my eye.
It was all kind of freaky, and seemed to be building up to something, I just don't know what.
Than, one day I found myself talking to 'Phil', and as my wife and I were going out the other afternoon, I said goodbye to Phil as we were leaving, and she called me on it - I hadn't really been paying attention to it, but I guess I've been doing it for a couple of years now
The other night, something happened that I actually found kind of sweet.
My wife and I had repaired to the bedroom a little earlier than I would usually go to bed, and we were engaged in a 'practice run for bringing a life into the world' *ahem*, when the lights suddenly shot on. We laughed for a minute , and without thinking, I said "C'mon Phil, get the lights out!", and immediately, the lights dropped to about halfway. "All the way! C'mon, all the way!" I said, laughing, and the light went off.
Later on, I turned to my wife, to whom the above was just beginning to sink in, and she asked me why I was talking to nothing, that it was obviously a fault with the light (she doesn't like to even think about anythin gpossibly being spooky at night) - I said to her "Aw, come on, he was probably a little embarrassed!".
I think this broke the ice between them
I've spoke about some of them in various threads here - as well as elsewhere.
From the flat I grew up in, to the house I moved to with my parents, to the flat I live in with my wife - there has been a plethora of bizarre occurences. I'll share the latest with you now, because I think it's funny, and also kinda touching.
My houseguest 'Phil'.
My wife and I are coming up for our fifth year in the flat we own (we bought it in 1999), which seems something of a record. When we stripped the wallpaper in the bedroom, we found the usual markings on the walls - signatures, height charts and the like. We also found, on one wall, a giant painted loveheart, with the initials L and M in it, along with the year 1996. We knew the people it referred to, as we'd met the woman who sold us the flat, and she told us that she was selling it due to splitting up with her boyfriend, who's name was still on the front door.
On the adjacent wall, we found another huge painted loveheart, with the initials E and H, this time with the year 1993! So it seemed the last two couples who lived there only did so for three years.
After re-decorating, I moved my computer and recording equipment into a small room built inside the kitchen (which is perfect for my studio, except for the freezing cold in the winter). While spending time in this room, I soon began to hear my name being called from other rooms - sometimes by a female voice, sometimes male. It was always clear and distinct, just sounding like it came from the living room or bedroom, which are at the other end of the flat. I've lost count of the times I've gone through and asked what my wife wanted, only to find that she hadn't called me at all - a lot of the time, she wasn't even in the flat, and I've gone looking for her anyway!
One evening, we were getting ready to go out, and my wife was in the bathroom. I was in the living room putting my jacket on, when I saw what can only be described as lightning climbing the wall - it started about halfway up, and stopped whn it reached the ceiling.
My immediate thought was that it was something to do with the dodgy electrics in the place, but that was quickly disqualified when I remembered that when helping replace some of the electrics, that there was nothing anywhere near that wall, not even a plug socket in it - and besides, it;s a gyproc wall!
There aren't any electrics on the other side, as on the other side of that wall is my studio.
I kept hearing the voices, which were now sometimes sounding like mumbled conversations coming from behind my head - I usually put this down to hearing the TV from the lving room, but it mostly happened after my wife had gone to bed, and the TV was off, or I was alone, so the TV was definitely off. The voices couldn't even be attributed to hearing neighbours, as although I am on the fourth (top) floor, the ceiling are very high, and if you want to hear what your neighbours are arguing about in loud voices, you still have to put your ear to the floor (
)After a while, I'd find thngs in strange places - I'd leave my keys on the couch as I got ready to go out (there was nothing else on the couch, even cushions), they'd be in my field of vision the whole time I was getting ready, and I go to pick them up, and they'd be gone. I'd usually find them betwen the covers of my bed, or on top of a cupboard in the kitchen, under a pile of dirty washing, and more than once, under a pile of magazines.
About two years go by, and these are fairly common ocurrences. Then one day, I couldn't find my keys anywhere - I was late for a soundcheck, and had turned the flat upside down - couldn't find them.
It seemed only reasonable to explain my situation, and ask for them back.
So I did.
I heard a light scraping sound, and turned around to see thim fall off of the TV onto the floor (you cant put anything on the TV, or it'll immediately fall off as the top is sloped - put something on it, it'll fall off within ten seconds). I had been looking for my keys for about an hour and a half, so there was no way they would have sat on the TV that long.
I found myself saying "Cheers Phil!".
No idea where I got the name Phil from, it just came to the tip of my tongue.
After this happening a few times in the coming months, I was sitting in front of the TV in the afternoon, I looked at the table in front of me to see if my mug of tea was on it (the table was out of reach, as I was lying up on the couch), and the plate that was on the table flew off and hit the TV stand at the other end of the room.
Now, there was nothing else on the table except for my cup, a box of tissues and a fork. This was a big dinnerplate, and it just shot straight off - like someone had smacked it, not pushed it, and it hit the TV stand 8-10 feet away before falling to the ground.
I looked up at the ceiling and said "Phil, stop it!".#
As I was by myself, I was more than a little concerned.
A week or so later, the same thing happened in the same situation, only with a packet of glass wipes.
In that time, I had also heard great crashings coming from other rooms, as if all of the dishes had fallen out of the cupboards in the kitchen, but when I'd go through there'd be nothing disturbed (except me
).One time I was in the bathroom with the door closed over, and I heard a noise like a TV CRT exploding (my dad was a TV repairman, so it's a sound I am overly familiar with), but I'd check the TVs, and they'd both be fine.
Last year we went on honeymoon, and a couple who are our close friends stayed in the flat while we were gone. On the morning we got back, the girl of the couple told me that she was glad we were back, as she didn't like spending time in the flat on her own when her boyfriend was at work, as she felt as if she was being watched. She said that one night she was sitting on the toilet with the door slightly ajar, and she heard a groan from the other side of the door - like a slightly annonyed groan - a huff even. She asked what was up, and her boyfriend shouted from the living room to ask what it was that she had said. She thought he was looking for something on the magazine rack behind the bathroom door, and had 'huffed' because he couldn't find what he was looking for. He hadn'y left his seat on the couch, and she was freaked out to say the least, as the sound was close enough to her that she was sure that someone was there.
She also said that she had to put the hallway light on as soon as it got dark, because she was sure that something was looking into the living room from the dark - something my wife, and my sister have told me also.
While sitting at my computer, I've heard footsteps going up and down the hall, as well as seen shadows moving there out of the corner of my eye.
It was all kind of freaky, and seemed to be building up to something, I just don't know what.
Than, one day I found myself talking to 'Phil', and as my wife and I were going out the other afternoon, I said goodbye to Phil as we were leaving, and she called me on it - I hadn't really been paying attention to it, but I guess I've been doing it for a couple of years now
The other night, something happened that I actually found kind of sweet.
My wife and I had repaired to the bedroom a little earlier than I would usually go to bed, and we were engaged in a 'practice run for bringing a life into the world' *ahem*, when the lights suddenly shot on. We laughed for a minute , and without thinking, I said "C'mon Phil, get the lights out!", and immediately, the lights dropped to about halfway. "All the way! C'mon, all the way!" I said, laughing, and the light went off.
Later on, I turned to my wife, to whom the above was just beginning to sink in, and she asked me why I was talking to nothing, that it was obviously a fault with the light (she doesn't like to even think about anythin gpossibly being spooky at night) - I said to her "Aw, come on, he was probably a little embarrassed!".
I think this broke the ice between them