This is my first ever post having enjoyed reading the stories on 'it happened to me' for some time.I have been itching to share my strange experiences in a house I used to live in. The house was a 1960s end terrace house in Hereford and I lived there with my husband Dan and our cat for about 20 months. We moved out due to me getting a new job in another city in March of this year. Several strange events happened:
One evening when Dan was out at about 11.20 I was engrossed in a completely non spooky book in the front room wih the cat sat next to me when I heard footsteps walking across the floor of our spare bedroom. (This bedroom was on the side of the house without an adjoining house and directly above the front room) The footsteps were quite distinct from any slight noise that came from the house next door). The footsteps were heavy, delib erate and moved at a quick but normal pace across the bedroom towards the window.
My thoughts were as follows:
1. A vague awareness that didn't really impinge on my consciousness of the quite normal sound of someone walking across a room
2. The onset of extreme panic as I realised that since Dan was out there must be an intruder in the house and an irrational idea of finding the meat cleaver or sharp knife and foolishly going to 'investigate' rather than legging it
3. The realisation that it must be a pretty wierd intruder that had kept completely silent for 6 hours (it was that long since I had locked the back door and no one could get in the front door as it was always kept locked) and then walked across the floor without being concerned about any noise they made - had they been asleep all this time? It seemed highly unlikely!
4. Relief that I wasn't going to have to defend myself against a tangible potential attacker
5. A prickling of the hairs on the back of my neck knowing that I should not have heard what I had quite distinctly heard.
As you can tell from the above I was and still am completely convinced that I did hear footsteps. Just as I was wondering what to do I heard the incredibly welcome sound of Dan returning and of course went up to check the spare room where nothing was amiss.
Several other strange events happened in the house witnessed by myself and once the cat but frustratingly never by Dan:
Another night when Dan was out the ceiling to the spare room shook violently as did the front room window and it sounded as if someone was in the spare room stamping as if throwing a toddler tantrum though they must have been considerably bigger than a toddler. This was followed by immediately by Dan's return. In case it was some effect caused by him coming through the fron door (which he said he did perfectly normally) I re-enacted ths several times slamming the door and clanging and banging as loud as I dared but producing no such effect.
Early one morning when Dan was in bed I was in the kitchen and just the one corner of the kitchen shook. This was witnessed by the cat who looked up from her food to stare at the corner of the kitchen but was otherwise unphased. This of course could have been some kind of very localised earth tremour or vibration.
Dan has occasional bouts of insomnia and so one night I retreated to the spare room to get some sleep without being disturbed by him. I didn't stay there long as I had a feeling that I was squashing someone on the bed and was intruding in their personal space. This was not at all scary it just felt as if I was being very rude and out of common decency should leave.
I was sorting things out in the spare room and had heaps of magazines piled up on the bed. Just as I first thought to myself that I hoped nothing strange happened as I was in the spare room at night and Dan was out a book slammed very loudly onto the floor behind me. This was quite inevitable really considering the pile on the bed, it was the timing that spooked me!
At about 5.00 am one morning when I was already awake I heard the sound of rustling carrier bags. There was no draft and it sounded as if someone was quietly nosing though them individually rather than they were being rustled by the breeze.
I can't recall whether the carrier bag rustiling happened after the footsteps or before but the other incidents happened after and may or may not have been affected by my imagination after the footsteps! I had never had any spooky thoughts about the house before the footsteps.
Dan never heard or saw anything and his opinion is that Iall this strangeness has a logical explanation though he knows I am convinced I heard footsteps etc.
We now live in a Victorian mid terrace house where there is far more noise from central heating pipes neighbours etc and it is of course older but it has a much more comfortable atmosphere in that I no longer feel I am intruding and that Dan, the cat and I are not the only occupants of the house! Nothing at all strange has happened here!
Sorry this is such a long post but I have quite a lot to relate.
Your thoughts on this would be most welcome!
One evening when Dan was out at about 11.20 I was engrossed in a completely non spooky book in the front room wih the cat sat next to me when I heard footsteps walking across the floor of our spare bedroom. (This bedroom was on the side of the house without an adjoining house and directly above the front room) The footsteps were quite distinct from any slight noise that came from the house next door). The footsteps were heavy, delib erate and moved at a quick but normal pace across the bedroom towards the window.
My thoughts were as follows:
1. A vague awareness that didn't really impinge on my consciousness of the quite normal sound of someone walking across a room
2. The onset of extreme panic as I realised that since Dan was out there must be an intruder in the house and an irrational idea of finding the meat cleaver or sharp knife and foolishly going to 'investigate' rather than legging it
3. The realisation that it must be a pretty wierd intruder that had kept completely silent for 6 hours (it was that long since I had locked the back door and no one could get in the front door as it was always kept locked) and then walked across the floor without being concerned about any noise they made - had they been asleep all this time? It seemed highly unlikely!
4. Relief that I wasn't going to have to defend myself against a tangible potential attacker
5. A prickling of the hairs on the back of my neck knowing that I should not have heard what I had quite distinctly heard.
As you can tell from the above I was and still am completely convinced that I did hear footsteps. Just as I was wondering what to do I heard the incredibly welcome sound of Dan returning and of course went up to check the spare room where nothing was amiss.
Several other strange events happened in the house witnessed by myself and once the cat but frustratingly never by Dan:
Another night when Dan was out the ceiling to the spare room shook violently as did the front room window and it sounded as if someone was in the spare room stamping as if throwing a toddler tantrum though they must have been considerably bigger than a toddler. This was followed by immediately by Dan's return. In case it was some effect caused by him coming through the fron door (which he said he did perfectly normally) I re-enacted ths several times slamming the door and clanging and banging as loud as I dared but producing no such effect.
Early one morning when Dan was in bed I was in the kitchen and just the one corner of the kitchen shook. This was witnessed by the cat who looked up from her food to stare at the corner of the kitchen but was otherwise unphased. This of course could have been some kind of very localised earth tremour or vibration.
Dan has occasional bouts of insomnia and so one night I retreated to the spare room to get some sleep without being disturbed by him. I didn't stay there long as I had a feeling that I was squashing someone on the bed and was intruding in their personal space. This was not at all scary it just felt as if I was being very rude and out of common decency should leave.
I was sorting things out in the spare room and had heaps of magazines piled up on the bed. Just as I first thought to myself that I hoped nothing strange happened as I was in the spare room at night and Dan was out a book slammed very loudly onto the floor behind me. This was quite inevitable really considering the pile on the bed, it was the timing that spooked me!
At about 5.00 am one morning when I was already awake I heard the sound of rustling carrier bags. There was no draft and it sounded as if someone was quietly nosing though them individually rather than they were being rustled by the breeze.
I can't recall whether the carrier bag rustiling happened after the footsteps or before but the other incidents happened after and may or may not have been affected by my imagination after the footsteps! I had never had any spooky thoughts about the house before the footsteps.
Dan never heard or saw anything and his opinion is that Iall this strangeness has a logical explanation though he knows I am convinced I heard footsteps etc.
We now live in a Victorian mid terrace house where there is far more noise from central heating pipes neighbours etc and it is of course older but it has a much more comfortable atmosphere in that I no longer feel I am intruding and that Dan, the cat and I are not the only occupants of the house! Nothing at all strange has happened here!
Sorry this is such a long post but I have quite a lot to relate.
Your thoughts on this would be most welcome!
