heisenbear
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This is my first post here, so here goes-
In 1990, I was in a bit of a sad time in my life. It was the summer holidays and I had finished primary school and about to start going to secondary school, which I was dreading. It was also the summer when my Aunt was undergoing chemo for cancer. She had moved into a hospice to receive full-time care and my Great Grandad was alone in the house.
The house in question was an immaculately kept 1930s semi-detached 3 bedroom affair. It was a bit cold but I never felt any particular strange feelings there. I used to stay there a lot and I had an upstairs bedroom where I could sleep if my parents went away for the weekend. Anyway, my Aunt passed away that summer and things were never going to be the same again. My parents spent a lot of time at the house with my Great Grandad and they would often be talking for hours while I would busy myself in the upstairs bedroom. Not long before I was due to go back to school, I was upstairs in the bedroom messing around with some Lego while the family were downstairs chatting with the TV off. I could hear their voices floating up the stairs. I was lying on my front(as you do when you're a kid) playing with the Lego when I happened to look up. There was a man stood in the doorway. He was bald, had a black/grey beard and he was wearing a green pullover with a shirt and red tie underneath. I said a weak 'Hi', but he turned away and vanished.
I hadn't heard the doorbell ring and I certainly didn't hear the front door open and close(as the bedroom was directly over the front porch) so I went downstairs.
My parents, my uncle Ron and my Great Grandad were sitting in the living room and my Mum asked me what I wanted.
I replied 'who was that man upstairs?'
Everyone in the room said 'what man?'
So I gave a description of the man I saw, at which point everyone basically dismissed me as a joker, but I persisted-
'There was a man with a beard stood in the doorway of the front spare bedroom and he was looking right at me!' 'I didn't hear anyone come up the stairs either'
At that point, my Grandad, looking a bit pale, said; 'That was Mr Jeffries that used to live next door. He had a heart attack and died up there when he came to visit your Great Aunt Mary when she was sick'. 'He was probably looking for her'.
From that day, until my Great Grandad moved out and into a nursing home, I never wanted to set foot upstairs in that house again. Afterwards, my family said they never felt comfortable with me playing alone up there. My Dad once slept there and said he used to have nightmares and I also heard a few years later that the Home Help ladies would often come down from cleaning upstairs looking very disturbed by something. One of them, a lady called Pam, had tried to open a locked cupboard in my Grandad's bedroom and had felt a hand touch her upper arm and she had screamed out loud.
I live in Hereford. It's a very odd place indeed. I have had some other weird experiences here of which I will tell at a later date.
In 1990, I was in a bit of a sad time in my life. It was the summer holidays and I had finished primary school and about to start going to secondary school, which I was dreading. It was also the summer when my Aunt was undergoing chemo for cancer. She had moved into a hospice to receive full-time care and my Great Grandad was alone in the house.
The house in question was an immaculately kept 1930s semi-detached 3 bedroom affair. It was a bit cold but I never felt any particular strange feelings there. I used to stay there a lot and I had an upstairs bedroom where I could sleep if my parents went away for the weekend. Anyway, my Aunt passed away that summer and things were never going to be the same again. My parents spent a lot of time at the house with my Great Grandad and they would often be talking for hours while I would busy myself in the upstairs bedroom. Not long before I was due to go back to school, I was upstairs in the bedroom messing around with some Lego while the family were downstairs chatting with the TV off. I could hear their voices floating up the stairs. I was lying on my front(as you do when you're a kid) playing with the Lego when I happened to look up. There was a man stood in the doorway. He was bald, had a black/grey beard and he was wearing a green pullover with a shirt and red tie underneath. I said a weak 'Hi', but he turned away and vanished.
I hadn't heard the doorbell ring and I certainly didn't hear the front door open and close(as the bedroom was directly over the front porch) so I went downstairs.
My parents, my uncle Ron and my Great Grandad were sitting in the living room and my Mum asked me what I wanted.
I replied 'who was that man upstairs?'
Everyone in the room said 'what man?'
So I gave a description of the man I saw, at which point everyone basically dismissed me as a joker, but I persisted-
'There was a man with a beard stood in the doorway of the front spare bedroom and he was looking right at me!' 'I didn't hear anyone come up the stairs either'
At that point, my Grandad, looking a bit pale, said; 'That was Mr Jeffries that used to live next door. He had a heart attack and died up there when he came to visit your Great Aunt Mary when she was sick'. 'He was probably looking for her'.
From that day, until my Great Grandad moved out and into a nursing home, I never wanted to set foot upstairs in that house again. Afterwards, my family said they never felt comfortable with me playing alone up there. My Dad once slept there and said he used to have nightmares and I also heard a few years later that the Home Help ladies would often come down from cleaning upstairs looking very disturbed by something. One of them, a lady called Pam, had tried to open a locked cupboard in my Grandad's bedroom and had felt a hand touch her upper arm and she had screamed out loud.
I live in Hereford. It's a very odd place indeed. I have had some other weird experiences here of which I will tell at a later date.